Date: Thu, 09 May 2002 18:42:59 +0000
From: Davey R <chunkblossom@hotmail.com>
Subject: malibu-beach-house-5

This is a fictional story and involves fictional versions of the celebrities
involved, Aaron & Nick Carter, and AJ  McLean. Its also set either a couple
of years in the future or else in a parallel universe where Aaron Carter is
old enough to have sex legally. Whatever you like.

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I see what you're trying to be. Your brother all over again.

Oh boy, that stirs me up. You can't possibly realise how important your
brother is to me. Or maybe you do realise and you want it for yourself.
Maybe you see yourself in the mirror turning into him and it turns you on.
I denied it to myself for years but denying it just made it bigger. The more
I told myself when I was alone that the guy didn't matter to me, the more
attractive he'd look when I was with him again.
I had a breakthrough in my therapy in rehab, you know. I realised what it
was that had made me go off the rails. Couldn't tell my therapist, though,
too afraid she'd give up on her medical ethics and go running to the
Enquirer. I couldn't tell the other guys, either, because I didn't think
they'd understand. And I couldn't tell Nick. Couldn't tell him that I'd
lusted after him ever since we met, that all these years we'd been in the
band together my desire for your gorgeous, gorgeous brother had driven me
crazy and I'd tried to burn the feeling out with drink and drugs.

But when I came out of rehab I saw the recording of the other guys on MTV
news. We'd decided to admit to my addictions rather than make up an illness,
to go public with it rather than have it exposed later. And I saw Nick
crying, sobbing over what had happened. To me. It made me feel good deep
down to know that he cared that much. But it made me feel horny deep down
too, like if I could make him feel that bad I could make him feel really
good too.

I still couldn't make a move, but I've been trying to find a way to do it.
Seems like it's almost too late now. But I came here tonight to your
birthday party just because he was going to be here.

Jesus, I hadn't realised all this time how hot you were becoming, and how
much like him. The same golden-yellow hair, the same soft skin, almost the
very same voice.
When the party began you were laying on that float in the middle of a pool
like you didn't have care in the world. Didn't even say hello to anyone. You
were laying on your front in just those shorts, wanting everyone to see how
your body was becoming a man's. Folding your arms, resting your chin on them
and looking over at your guests. Your face framed by your toned arms and
that beautiful glistening yellow hair that you kept pushing away from your
eyes. It was only after about an hour when everyone had arrived that you
paddled yourself softly to the side of the pool, got up off the float. We
were all there to see you then, and that's why you walked through us with
your torso bare, your legs bare, your naked feet steeping softly over stone
as you walked towards the house. You stopped to say hello to a few people
before going inside. You said hi to your brother, who you hadn't seen for a
few weeks. He'd made a lot of the arrangements for this party, here at his
friend's beach house in Malibu so you hugged him.
When your near-naked body was wrapped around his, you looked at me again
through that tousled hair that hung over your eyes.
I realise why you did it now. You were showing me that you've become as
beautiful as he is. That you look like he did when I first knew him.
You went inside and dressed.

I saw you now and then throughout the night, you looked great in that silky
dark blue shirt, it contrasted with your wonderful hair. You spoke to me a
few times, but always with a crowd around us. We talked casually about your
brother, kind of making fun of him like you do with a shared friend.

Hell, it was confusing me, frustrating me. You were just like him. I wanted
you even more than I wanted him, because you looked just like he had years
before, when I'd first met him and been so turned on. You looked like the
guy I'd waited years for, the boy I'd needed desperately but never had. I
knew the party was a bad idea. Everyone was drinking and I wanted to drink.
There were fucking two of you there and I couldn't stand how much of a
turn-on it was.

Then, when everyone was drunk and dancing and I was ready to give up, I felt
this soft warmth slip against the palm of my hand.
It was you. It was your hand. You were taking hold of mine and leading me
furtively from the room.
I was going to ask what was going on, but you started heading up the stairs
and I already knew.
Oh yeah.
You were unbuttoning the shirt and slipping it off over your head. I
hungrily studied your back as I followed you, turned on by the sun-bronzed
color of your skin, by the faint, firm musculature of your sweet teenage
body, by the nape of your neck, the sight of your head from behind.
We went into a bedroom. I locked the door, and pulled off my shirt. You were
looking at me expectantly, pouting a little with those soft pink lips that
are so like your brother's.
You knew. You knew I'd wanted Nick all this time. You knew because you were
as obsessed with him as I am and you recognised it in me.
"You couldn't have Nick" you said, taking off your pants, stripping down to
your underwear, "You couldn't have him, but now you've got me".
Oh yes, your beautiful young body turned me on so much. I was unbuttoning my
flies and already you were sinking down to tour knees. I felt the palms of
your hands around my waist, gliding down slowly as you kissed gently at my
stomach with your silky soft lips, kissed softly at my abdomen and then, as
I unleashed it, kissed at the tip of my cock. You kissed it again, going a
little further, licking at it this time with your tongue. Then my hands were
grasping your head and you were making out with the end of my cock, you were
licking deeply and eagerly at the piss slit. The wall opposite was mirrored
and I saw myself, saw this fantastic teenager kneeling in front of me and
fellating me. "Oh yeah, Aaron" I moaned, "Oh yeah, you're so sexy", and I
saw how turned on you became when I called you sexy. That was what you
wanted, that was everything you wanted, to be desired. To know how sexy you
are, that you're as sexy as your brother. You swallowed my bulging cock head
into your hot, wet mouth. Fuck yeah, Aaron, your hot little tongue was so
eager. When the thick jizz left me and filled your mouth you rolled your
tongue around in it, savouring the taste to the last. And you continued to
kiss my cock and my balls, burying your face in the hair and inhaling deeply
at them, groaning with pleasure like someone sinking into a hot bath. The
feel of your face against my genitals made more cum squirt out of me,
spattering against the top of your head.
You looked up at me. "Oh, AJ" you moaned, "Nick doesn't know what he's
missing"
"The fuck with Nick" I grinned, stroking is face with my hands. "You know
what I really want now? To take you over to that bed". I gestured toward the
king size.
"Mmmm, me too..." you whispered, and I took you by the hand and led you
over. We took off the last of our clothes and I stroked your perfect pert
round butt as I lay you down. We lay on the bed, both naked, and I held your
butt in my hands, kissing at your buttocks and the rim of your hole, then
took hold of your hands and locked my fingers between yours, stretching your
arms out across the pillows. You clutched on to them. I let my hands slide
slowly back along your arms, savouring the feel of them, resting my hands on
the warm mounds of your shoulders. I pushed at your legs and made you bend
them forward, so that your ass stuck up, ready for me.
The sight of your prone body was so good. I stared at it, massaging your
shoulders. Your eyes were closed as you waited to be entered. I climbed onto
you fully, my body interlocking with yours so that my knees were pushed
tight against the backs of yours, my shins against your calves, my feet on
top of your feet. I pushed my fingers beneath your armpits and pressed down
on your shoulder blades with my palms, possessively pinning your torso flat
against the bed as I entered you. You wriggled with the initial discomfort
but you gasped "Oh yes oh yes don't stop" as the head of my cock squeezed
between those buttocks. Oh, this was so good. "Fuck, Aaron, oh fuck Aaron,
yes" I growled, "You're so sexy, you're so sexy you get me so hard"
"Oh yes, you hard cock hurts, it hurts good" you wailed, grasping hard at
the pillows, clenching your teeth. I was hugely aroused by that sexy voice,
the rasping edge to it as you strained to speak, and it made me thrust
harder and further, my hands so tight on your back I could feel when you
swallowed.
"Oh yeah, oh yeah I'mmmmmrogh...aaauuuurgh...guhhhhh....." Oh yeah, you
couldn't talk anymore, I was fucking you so hard, you could only wail and
gasp as I found the deep pleasure spot up inside you. Oh it felt so good
against my cock, and it was so good to see your body pressed against the bed
beneath me, your mouth wide open, your face contorted, squashed against the
pillow, completely overwhelmed by the sensations from your prostate. Christ
yeah, you were so fucked and it was so satisfying. My cock had reduced you
to pure pleasure, total submission.
I came, thrusting so hard into you that we shuffled across the sheets, your
back arched as far as it would go. You bit hard into the corner of a pillow
as you took my cum into you,  my hands slid onto your shoulders from the
sweat, and because they were so numb, all the feeling in my body now
concentrated in my throbbing engorged dick. I cried out in relief, for this
minute completely satisfied, desire completely consummated. I'd had you and
you were panting beneath me, full of my cum, full of me.
I lay against your back and kissed you, holding your sweating body tight in
my arms. I loved kissing you, holding your soft lips between mine, burying
my face in your hair. I knew I was going to have you again and again, make
up for all those wasted years I never had Nick. It was like I could have
those years back.
My arms were wrapped around your hot, sweaty little body, finding your chest
and stomach slick with your own cum. I hadn't even noticed when you shot it.
  I let my cock swell again, letting it nudge at your buttocks and your back
as I tasted your skin. I was entering you again, slower as let my mouth
explore every part of you it could reach, but my cum escaped from me too
soon so I smeared it over your buttocks instead, and then between your
thighs and around your genitals, your pubic hair becoming tangled together
with my cum.

We lay there afterwards for about an hour, then thought we had better go
back downstairs. It was 2am by then, and I guessed most people downstairs
would be too wasted to notice us. We decided you'd go first. I thought you
would shower first because of the sweat and because of the dried cum that
was all over you, but you said you didn't want to wash it off you yet.

Just before leaving the room you told me this had all been Nick's idea. That
several years ago Nick had came to this house to be fucked for the first
time by older guys, and that now it was your turn. It was Nick's birthday
present to you, and a gift to me too.
You said the real party would be starting just about now. And then you left.

I pulled on my pants and shirt and splashed some water on my face in the
bathroom. I couldn't make sense of what you'd said. Nick? Fucked by guys?

But when I came down the stairs I found out. When I walked into the main
lounge and bar area and found a group of guys watching and jerking
themselves off as you and Nick kissed each other, slowly slipping each
other's clothes off.
Kevin was there, Kevin was one of the guys there, and when you had both
stripped down to nothing you crawled over to him on your hands and knees and
both of you kissed and licked competitively at his balls and his huge fat
cock. And then you sucked on the head as Nick shuffled around and started
making out with Kevin's asshole. The passion for your brother I though I'd
spent on you grew back bigger and clutched at my insides. The blood was
absolutely pounding through me.

Nick Carter lay on his back on the bar, and five guys took it in turns to
pound his ass. Oh man, Ashley Parker Angel, Hayden Christensen... the one
fucked his asshole, the other straddled his chest and jacked himself off
over Nick's face, his thick ropey cum all over Nick's gorgeous face. You
told me Nick did this all the time, that whenever he could he came to this
house for this.

Kevin had took you back off to bed, you giggling that you wanted to be
fucked by each of the Backstreet boys, and Nick staggered out to the pool.
He looked dazed and empty now, like he couldn't believe how much he'd been
fucked but also couldn't believe it was over. He knelt over the side to wash
his face in the water.
Oh, his chubby ass looked so good to me. I followed him.
The guy I'd known all these years. Stripped of his clothes and his dignity
he was somehow purer for being just wide open flesh and muscle. Used for
pleasure by all those guys he was now feeling at his body as if to check it
was all intact.
"Hey, Nick"  I said. "How about it?"
Oh man, it was that easy after all. He said yeah and we walked out to the
beach. I kissed deeply at his soft mouth, bent him over and pierced the
warmth of his ass, fucked him hard on the wet sand as the sun rose.
Then I brought him here, into the bed with you and Kevin. What do you say to
us all staying here till the sun rises again?