Aaron and Friends

Caution/Welcome. The following is a gay fantasy about two teen celebrities, Frankie Muniz and Justin Berfield, in which Justin consoles his best buddy over his loss after the Emmy Awards on November 4, 2001. This story does not reflect nor imply the real sexuality of these two hot young stars of the television show "Malcolm in the Middle". It is the eleventh of stand alone stories in a series of Aaron Carter and Friends fanfic gay fantasies and chronologically follows the story "Aaron: the Diaper Trio". If you do not like reading gay fantasies about teenage boys or celebrities, this is where you stop and hit the back or delete key. This story is posted at free gay adult story sites for the purpose of adult entertainment. Permission is not given to copy electronically for the purpose of redistribution or posting at sites other than described without the permission of the author. Comments, story suggestions and photos of Frankie and Justin making out can be sent to the author J. O. Dickingson at authorsix@hotmail.com

FRANKIE AND JUSTIN: SUCK BUDDIES

"Damn fuckin' stupid shithead cunts," cursed Frankie as he flopped on his back on his bed and stared up at the ceiling.

"Hey, I know you're mad, and I think the judges were wrong too ," began Justin as he sat on the edge of the bed and looked down at his best buddy with empathy. The two of them, still dressed in their suits and ties, had just returned to Frankie's home after the Emmy Awards ceremony in Century City where Justin had accompanied his best buddy as his guest. Justin knew what it was like to be nominated for an award and to lose it to someone else, although in Frankie's case he had more awards and nominations at fifteen than many actors twice his age had, starting back with his nomination as best actor age ten and under in a TV movie for his role in the movie "What the Deaf Man Heard".

"I'm not referring to the judges," Frankie interrupted as he continued to stare up at the ceiling.

"You're not? Who then?"

"The stupid jerk-off cunts who put my name forward in the first place."

"They were the one's pulling for you," Justin pointed out.

"But it was so fucking stupid. I mean, putting my name up there with guys like Kelsey Grammar and Ray Romano. Like Kelsey Grammar has had fourteen award nominations. That's one less the number of years I've been alive for fucksake!"

"So you shouldn't be so upset about not winning tonight. It was an honor just to be nominated with the likes of Grammar and Romano."

"Save that crap for the TV and fan mag reporters," Frankie retorted angrily to the ceiling. "That's the sort of thing all the losers say. It sucks big time."

Justin opened his mouth but closed it again. He knew Frankie's anger wasn't directed at him, though his sharp rebuke regarding the comment he'd made in an attempt to console him did hurt. He was only fifteen too, after all, and he was just trying to help. He glanced about Frankie's room. A large picture of the rapper Lil' Bow Wow and another of the rock band "Dream Street" were on the opposite wall. There was a promo picture of the two of them covered in soap from the episode "Lois vs. Evil" on the adjacent wall, and a smaller personal picture of the two of them at Six Flags Magic Mountain on his desk along with a picture of his cat Pumpkin and his dog Cadillac. There were a couple books on golf on his desk, a game Frankie excelled at, and his Algebra text. On his bookcase were some special gifts and personal mementoes from vacations and a clutter of CD's.

"Well, it is Kelsey Grammar who should be upset, losing to Eric McCromack," Justin finally offered.

"Yeah, you're right. Now that really sucks."

"I don't see how people think he is such a hot actor."

"Me neither. It sucks that Jane lost out to Patricia Heaton too. Jane's a lot better of an actress."

"Shit yeah. But it's no surprise someone from "Everybody Loves Raymond" won. Look how popular the show has been."

"It is funny."

"Yeah. If we couldn't have won the outstanding comedy series award it should have, not that "Sex and the City" crap."

"That's the key to winning. Gotta have some sex in the show."

"And even better, a gay character."

"Yeah. Getting to be almost every show now has a gay character."

"Hey, maybe we should suggest Malcolm comes out in a future episode."

"Yeah, right," snorted Frankie with a grin as he sat up and swung his feet over the edge of the bed too.

"Could be funny."

"Could be hot with the right person to play Malcolm's love," Frankie said with a leer.

"And who did you have in mind for that part?"

"Oh I dunno. Maybe Raymond. Everyone does love him."

"Get serious. Who'd you really like to kiss and caress in front of the camera?"

"Hmmm," Frankie said, pretending to be deep in thought. "Dennis Franz from NYPD Blue. He's already flashed his ass on TV."

"Dennis Franz?" asked Justin, wrinkling his nose. "He's old enough to be your father. And he has a pot belly!"

"Yeah? How do you know? You been admiring his belly yourself?" teased Frankie.

"You're crazy. All your jerking has affected your mind."

"All right, I'm teasing. You know if I had to chose someone it would be someone from the show."

"Yeah?" said Justin with a smile as he felt his dick begin to rise. It had been Frankie who had introduced him to the joy of mutual masturbation, the night of his fourteenth birthday after the two of them had spent the day at Magic Mountain. That had been the first time he'd ever had sex with a guy, though the two of them didn't consider jerking each other off as having sex. After a few mutual jerk off sessions, they'd tried blowing each other, just to see what it was like, at first to just before ejaculating, and later, after some tentative tasting of their cum on the tips of their fingers, cuming in each other's mouth. In the name of exploration, the two horny and spirited teens tried out a variety of other things over the subsequent months, including fucking each other's ass. Eventually what had begun as exploration became over time a way for the two friends to satisfy the sexual desires that plague all healthy red-blooded boys.

"Erik," Frankie said with a grin, referring to Erik per Sullivan, the young actor who played their younger brother Dewey in the show.

Grabbing a pillow off Frankie's bed, Justin tossed it at him and the two laughed.

"Wanna go to Magic Mountain Saturday?" Justin asked. The Six Flags amusement park had recently changed ownership and was now called Xtreme Park, but he still thought of it by its original name. "I'll treat. Sort of a consolation prize from me for the guy I still think is the best actor in a comedy series."

"Well, if you really want to cheer me up, I can think of a better way, and we don't have to wait until next Saturday," Frankie said with a suggestive leer.

"You want me to phone Dennis Franz and invite him over?" asked Justin with a grin.

Frankie had to laugh, the first time he'd done so with sincerity since the announcement of the winner for best actor in a comedy series, and his laugher made Justin chuckle too. Since he'd joined the cast of "Malcolm in the Middle" the two boys had become the best of friends, not just because they acted together but because they had so many interests and experiences in common, and seeing Frankie hurting like he'd been that evening had made him hurt too. Frankie's mother, in her bedroom down the hall, heard the two boys laughing and smiled. She knew Frankie hadn't really expected to win considering his competition, and they had talked about that and she had tried to prepare him for the moment, but still, he had been disappointed even though he knew he was a long shot. What fifteen-year-old boy would not, sitting there in a crowd of his peers and fellow actors, all of them hoping they would be winners that night. Acting because it was fun was great, but if you wanted to keep acting you also had to win, even if you were just a teen actor. Making speeches of acceptance was one side of that coin, and having the camera zooming in on you while they announce the winner and being forced to smile and keep from crying was the other side. She was glad Justin's parents had agreed to let him spend the night with Frankie. The two boys were the best of friends, and Frankie needed a good friend that night. She knew that, and fortunately so had Justin's parents.

The two boys looked at each other, and without a word, Justin slid over and the two embraced. Their eyes closed as their lips met and they kissed each other gently, tenderly, a kiss of love, a kiss between two great buddies. Their soft, smooth lips parted and met again for a second kiss, one just as gentle and loving. Almost two years ago they'd exchanged their first kiss, an experiment to see what it was like and to figure out where a guy had to put his hands, incase he ever had to kiss someone before the camera. One didn't want to look like a dweeb before the cameramen and the director not knowing even how to kiss, especially at the age of fourteen. Of course they had also decided it would be a good idea to practice so when they did kiss a girl for the first time they'd look suave. Of course they'd both kissed girls before, their mothers and their aunts, and in Justin's case a neighbor girl in the swimming pool back when he was five, but that was not the type of kissing the two randy teenagers had in mind at the age of fifteen.

They had found they liked kissing each other, though neither stated that fact of course. They knew what type of guy liked kissing another, and they were unequivocally not that type of guy. The fact they had liked it had resulted in more than just a few disconcerted evenings and sleepless nights until each on his own had arrived at the conclusion that they'd liked it because kissing was kissing, and it didn't really matter what sex was behind those lips. That was the reasoning they'd used later when they kissed to see if they could arouse each other, and when they had, they attributed that to the act of kissing, not the sex of the person they had "sucked face" with, and to the fact they were both horny as fuck.

The kiss they were exchanging at the moment was not an experimental kiss however, nor was it foreplay. This was a kiss of compassion and of thanks, a kiss between good friends and nothing more. When you came right down to it, it was a kiss of appreciation and had nothing whatsoever to do with sex.

"Thanks," said Frankie, sitting back and looking into Justin's hazel eyes.

"I needed that."

"Hey, what are friends for," replied Justin with a smile. He meant it. He had kissed Frankie as a buddy, as a friend offering his support, nothing more.

"I'm glad you were selected to play the part of Reese, and that we've had the chance to get to know each other."

"Me too."

"It's great to have someone who understands what being an actor involves. Only another actor can really understand that."

"Right. And it's great having someone who understands what being a guy involves."

"Only another guy could understand that," the two chorused, their moods having picked up.

The two boys smiled at each other. They'd considered themselves as being best buddies for some time, but they had never expressed that appreciation for each other until that moment. What they were feeling as they looked into each other's eyes was more than just the friendship between two buddies. It was stronger and deeper than anything they'd ever felt in the past. It was the type of feeling a best pal has for another.

"So, like, you wanna do something?" Justin asked. He had always taken the submissive role when their conversation had eventually lead to sex, relying on the more experienced and venturous Frankie Muniz. The young star had been around older guys more than Justin had, spending nine-and-a-half hours a day on the set either practicing his lines, performing, or doing his studies five days a week, and having acted in several movies. He'd learned about sex from listening to the older guys talk, and from personal experience, though with whom he'd never said and Justin had been too much of a buddy to ask. Actually, Justin had appreciated Frankie's discretion in that. A good buddy doesn't go around revealing personal things about his pal. He also appreciated that Frankie had taken the lead and had introduced him first to the joys of jacking off, alone and mutually, and then to the joys of oral sex, which of all the things they did he preferred the most, and finally to anal sex, which was fine too, but not his preference.

Frankie was going to joke around, suggest they play cards, or a game of checkers, but this night he wasn't in the mood for joking around, and besides, he figured he'd done enough putting Justin off. He reached out and took Justin's hand. He had a lot of friends, but with his acting career and traveling to promote the TV series nobody really close, and certainly nobody as close as Justin. The pressures of being a kid actor, the divorce of his parents, the pressures of being a home-schooled student, by his mom no less, and wanting to do well, and the turmoil that came with puberty, each in itself was enough to drive a normal guy to the brink of insanity. Combined they were more than he was able to bear by himself, and until Justin had come along, there had been nobody else, nobody close enough to confide in, not with his parents being divorced and him living with his mother, not with only having an older sister, and not with his lack of opportunities to develop a close relationship with other boys close to his age.

"Yeah, I'd like to do something. I'd like that a lot."

Justin smiled as he leaned forward and they kissed again. It was a long, tender kiss. Frankie slipped his hands under Justin's suit jacket and massaged his back, and as they kissed a second time he massaged his back more firmly. Justin untied Frankie's tie as he kissed his cheek, and began to unbutton his shirt. As he did, Frankie continued kissing him, his forehead, his cheeks, his eyelids, pecking him softly and fondly. Frankie's dick was now semierect and growing quickly. Pulling Frankie's white shirt out of his trousers, Justin finished unbuttoning it, and then reached up and ran his fingers over Frankie's smooth, warm chest. Frankie would be sixteen next month, December 5, and although short for his age, he had a firm, muscular body. Perhaps it was not as firm as a football player's body, but the teenage actor was no weakling. As Justin slipped off Frankie's jacket and then his shirt, Frankie slipped off his own suit jacket and loosened Justin's tie.

Easing Frankie down onto the bed on his back, Justin leaned over him and the two young friends kissed once more. Frankie slowly unbuttoned Justin's dress shirt as Justin hovered above him, kissing his lips, his cheeks, and his neck. Slipping Justin's shirt off, Frankie unbuckled his belt, and pulled down the fly of his suit pants.

"Mmm, now what have we here?" Frankie asked, slipping his hand inside the open fly and cupping the warm mound he found in Justin's boxers. "You are happy to see me!"

"You better believe it," Justin responded as he struggled with Frankie's belt.

Unbuckling his belt and pulling down his fly, Justin unbuttoned the top button of Frankie's suit pants and Frankie raised his butt as Justin pulled his pants down to his ankles, and then Justin raised his backside so Frankie could do the same with his trousers. The two teens embraced and kissed, their suit pants about their ankles and their boxers tenting out. They ran their hands over each other's smooth skin, massaging each other's hairless chest and playing with each other's teats. His breathing growing deeper, Justin kissed Frankie's lips, and then his cheeks, and his neck. He ran his lips over his smooth skin, kissing his shoulders and his clavicle, kissing his chest, and then his nipple. As Justin brushed his lips over the sensitive bud Frankie squirmed and Justin stuck out his tongue and licked the swelling protrusion. Fastening his lips about it, he sucked gently on the tender teat as he massaged Frankie's smooth, hairless thighs. It was hard and extended, and Frankie twisted uncontrollably as tingles of stimulation rippled through the swollen nub and through his chest.

Justin slowly moved on down, following the furrow between Frankie's breasts to the elastic band of his underwear. Pushing them half way down over his hips, he kissed Frankie's smooth, flat stomach, and ran his tongue in his belly button, causing him to squirm again. Easing his boxers farther down, he paused to savor the fragrance of his hot, sweating balls before easing them still farther down and running his lips down along the sensitive inside of his thighs. Removing his dress shoes and socks, he slid off his suit pants and boxers, and with Frankie laying on his back crosswise on the bed stark naked, he sat on the floor and raising Frankie's right foot, he ran his tongue along the sole.

"What the fuck!" whooped Frankie in surprise as he pushed himself up on his elbows.

Justin smiled up at him as he ran his tongue along the back of his foot from his toes to his ankle, and then back down to his toes. He wormed it between his large and second toes, and then licked the tip of his large toe, following the edge of the nail across the top, down the outer side and across the bottom of his nail and then back up the side closest to his second toe. He slipped his lips over the digit and sliding them half way down sucked on it gently, and then more forcefully. Frankie's dick began to rise in response. Justin moved on to the next toe and he similarly licked around the four sides of his nail and then sucked on it. Slowly he moved from toe to toe, first those of one foot and then the other, as if savoring each one.

He raised Frankie's right foot and ran his hot, moist tongue along the underside of his toes, and then down the center of his sole, driving the boy crazy.

"Oh shiiiiiiit, where did you ever learn to do that?" gasped Frankie.

"From Aaron Carter."

"Aaron Carter?"

"He told me how he'd done this a couple years ago to a boy, and how the boy had done it to him. Some actor from Brazil his age I think, back when they were ten or something. I've forgotten his name now and exactly when it was."

"You're joking," responded Frankie in disbelief. "Aaron Carter actually told you this?"

"Yeah. I told you I'd met up with him at Pineview Farms last June."

"That is so wicked!"

"That he told me?"

"No. Getting your feet licked."

"And what do you think about this?" asked Justin. Putting Frankie's foot down and sitting up and bending over, he took Frankie's lower nut in his mouth. He sucked on it gently, drawing the loose testicle into his mouth. He sucked on it and rolled it inside his mouth, and then allowing it to slip out, he did the same with Frankie's other nut. By this time Frankie's cock was fully extended and twitching and aching for attention also. Sticking out his tongue, Justin ran it up the length of the slender, six-inch teenage fuckrod and then over the knob like he was licking an ice cream. Frankie's dick leaked the first droplet of his pre-cum and Justin ran his tongue over the tip and raised his head, resulting in the sticky clear gel stretching between the tip of Frankie's dick and Justin's lips. He lowered his mouth, following the sticky strand back down, and placing his lips over the leaking tip, he puckered them and sucked up the delicious, clear liquid.

As he looked up at Frankie, the hot young teenager reached out, and drawing Justin to him, he kissed him. Staring deep into his best buddy's eyes as their lips parted, he savored his own pre-cum on Justin's lips. As he lay there relishing the unique boy taste, he watched Justin return to his cock and slip his lips over the knob. He sighed as Justin began to suck on his dick gingerly and his chest rose and fell with growing excitement. Justin slowly eased his lips down the slender shaft, continuing to suck until he had totally engulfed Frankie's stiff cock, and then he slowly drew his lips back up to his knob. So bobbing his head up and down, he massaged the stiff, aching dick with his lips as he continued to suck on it, and Frankie squirmed with delight. His cock was rock hard and throbbing madly, and he opened and closed his peehole in his desire to get off a load. His nuts were drawn up under his cock and he knew any moment they would constrict and send his sperm up his shaft and into his best buddy's mouth. He closed his eyes in delight as the irritation around his dick head grew more and more intense and the tension in his loins continued to build. Knowing his cum was about to be released any second, he warned Justin, who eased his lips up to his knob and sucked deeply on the swollen cap.

Moments later his cum gushed up and out of his cock and into Justin's mouth, his hot young seed quickly filling the space not already taken up by his knob and overflowing out of the corners of Justin's lips. Shot after shot continued to erupt from his swollen nuts and Frankie moaned and sighed with delight as his hot cock throbbed out his boy cream. Justin swallowed the slimy load eagerly and repeatedly with delight, and as he inhaled and exhaled deeply from the exertion and with pleasure, the musky scent of Frankie's sweating balls filled his lungs. Waiting until Frankie's cock had stopped squirting, Justin tightened his lips about his still stiff organ just below his knob and sucked deeply on his dick, drawing out his remaining juices.

Frankie squirmed with the physical sensation and with the eroticism of having his best buddy sucking his cock, and Justin closed his eyes with the pleasure of having brought off his best pal. The two teenage buddies lay like that until Justin had totally drained Frankie's nuts. Finally slipping his lips off the still stiff cock, he looked up at Frankie and Frankie once again reached down and drew him up. They kissed and the hot young star savored the tasted of cock, his cock, on his best friend's lips. Frankie slipped his tongue in Justin's mouth, French kissing him and running his tongue over Justin's and along his teeth, licking his fresh, sticky cum off them. He ran his tongue through the thin cream clinging to the inside of Justin's cheeks, delighting in the taste of his own seed, his cock pounding hotly with the eroticism of licking his cum from his buddy's mouth.

Rolling Justin over on his back with his legs bent over the edge of the bed and his feet on the floor, Frankie slipped around so he was in the opposite direction and went down on Justin's stiff, throbbing dick, which was almost the same length and thickness as his own. He sucked on it gently, knowing how desperate Justin would be to get off a load himself after having given him a blow job. He clamped his lips as tight as he could about his shaft just below the knob and kept up the pressure, quelling the boy's fire and continuing to lie there inertly until Justin's dick began to lose its stiffness. It took a long time but he wanted the pleasure he was going to give his best pal to last more than the few seconds it would have lasted otherwise.

He finally began to massage the now semierect dick with his lips as Justin had massaged his, bobbing his head up and down and quickly bringing it back to full stiffness. Drawing his lips up to Justin's knob, he inhaled the musky aroma of Justin's hot nuts and his mouth flowed with saliva. He parted his lips and drooled over the stiff cock, his saliva flowing down the shaft and over his balls. Frankie worked his cheeks as he slipped his lips off Justin's cock and continued to drool over his knob, coating his dick and his nuts with saliva. Bending farther over, Frankie stuck out his tongue and began to lick his spittle off Justin's nuts, and then ran his tongue up the shaft of Justin's cock to lick the spittle off his throbbing member.

Justin inhaled and exhaled deeply with delight as he watched Frankie teasing his cock and licking his spit off it, and he licked his own lips and savored the taste of Frankie's cock on them. Having reached Justin's mushroom-shaped knob, Frankie ran his hot, moist tongue up along the inverted funnel along the underside, causing Justin's cock to twitch madly with stimulation. He ran his tongue over the turgid knob, and along the sensitive rim, causing Justin to squirm with the unique combination of pleasure and pain. His cock jerked uncontrollably, the knob aching for satisfaction Frankie slipped his lips over it and sucked gently on the fleshy bulb, knowing how sensitized it had become.

Justin warned Frankie he was about to come and Frankie drew his lips off at the last moment as Justin's cum began to surge up the core of his cock. The two boys lay there and watched the erotic flushed fountain shoot its spray of whitish cream up into the air. It shot up over a foot and fell back to flow over Justin's blood-engorged, reddish-purple knob and down his shaft. His rivulets of boy cream continued over his tight nuts and collected in thick pools in his pubic hairs and on Frankie's bedspread where it immediately began to soak into the fabric.

Frankie quickly scooped up the creamy delight on the bedspread with his index finger and popped the thick wad in his mouth. Sucking off his finger, he quickly scooped up another wad before it soaked into the bed cover and popped it in his mouth too. Holding both his index and forefingers under Justin's tight, round nuts, he allowed Justin's creamy cum to flow off his balls and over his fingers until the flood of Justin's boy juice subsided. Once again he popped his cream coated fingers into his mouth and sucked off the creamy delight, and then bending forward and sticking out his tongue, he began to lick the fleshy boy fountain clean.

He ran his tongue up Justin's shaft, lapping up his freshly spilt seed from the underside and sides. As he worked around the boy's still stiff cock, he accidently smeared cum on his smooth cheeks and his chin and his licking caused the last of Justin's cum to ooze out of his numb cock. Frankie eagerly lapped up the last thick ooze of boy cream and savored its unique taste. Justin's chest rose and fell slowly as he lay there and watched his best buddy lick his cock clean and as he relished the bliss that follows a boy's ejaculation.

Frankie finally twisted around again and Justin squirmed further up onto the bed and the boys embraced, Frankie laying there on his side totally naked and Justin laying there shirtless with his loosened tie about his neck and with his boxers and wrinkled suit pants about his ankles. Their lips met in a long, lingering kiss and when their lips finally parted the two boys gazed into each other's love-clouded eyes. Their young breaths smelled of cock and cum and their lips were wet with each other's seed. The two teenagers smiled and slipping their arms about each other, they pressed their bodies together. With their naked chests pressed together, Frankie entwined his legs about Justin's and the two boys embraced tightly and closed their eyes as they kissed again, savoring the taste of cum and cock and the delight of having brought each other the ultimate pleasure a boy can feel. With the disappointment of the Emmy awards long forgotten, the two best buddies drifted off to sleep.