Caution/Welcome. It is the end of February, 2002, and Jesse McCartney of the Dream Street boy band has a lot of things on his mind, one of them being Aaron Carter, for whom the boys are opening during his winter tour. Aaron does his best to help his fellow entertainer arrive at a few decisions, personally and professionally, and learns more about himself in the process. This is a gay fantasy and does not reflect nor imply the real sexuality of these two hot young singers. Comments on the break up of Dream Street is based on the subsequent court statement and news releases and reflects one commonly held version of what happened. This is the seventeenth of stand alone stories in a series of Aaron Carter and Friends fanfic gay fantasies and chronologically follows the story "Frankie and the Doctor." The previous story featuring Aaron and the Dream Street band was the fifteenth in the series titled "Aaron: Sweet Dream Street". 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 nude photos of Aaron and Jesse getting it on can be sent to the author J. O. Dickingson at authorsix@hotmail.com
AARON AND JESSE
"Are you sure you won't come with us, honey?" asked Jesse's mother.
"No, thanks, you guys go ahead. I'm not really feeling that great."
"You're going to be able to perform tonight, won't you?" asked Maryann Raposo, Greg's mother.
"Oh yeah, I'm not sick, like physically or nothing. I'm just, well, you know, sortta too tired to be going to the zoo. I think I'll just go lay down for a bit."
"And you're sure you don't want to come either?" Jane Carter asked, looking at her son.
"Yeah, I'm sure, Mom. I want to practice a couple of my dance routines, you know the ones."
"Very well, we'll see you boys later this afternoon."
"Sure thing," the two boys chorused.
"Sorry to hear you're not feeling well," Aaron commented once the two boys were left alone. "Being on tour is a bitch, always on the go, sleeping in a different hotel room every night. It's like so fucking easy to get run down."
"Yeah, touring is tough, but performing in front of live audiences, hearing the fans screaming, signing sessions, that part is like so totally wicked."
"Yeah, I like that part of it too, though I sometimes wonder what it would be like to live a normal life, you know, living at home, going to school, hanging with the same buds every day."
"Borrr rring," Jesse said with a smile.
"Yeah, I imagine it would, for guys like us," Aaron agreed. He glanced over at Jesse and felt a twinge of desire in his shorts. Ever since Valentines night a week and a half ago he had been wacking off thinking of the hot time they'd had together, of Jesse's hot mouth on his cock, of his finger up Jesse's hot ass. That had been totally wicked, and when Jesse had come his ass had squeezed on his finger so hard he'd been afraid Jesse might break it! Actually, when their parents had suggested they take a break when they arrived at San Diego and that they all go to the zoo, he'd thought it would be a lot of fun, especially chumming around with Jesse, but he'd been having difficulty with a couple of his routines, and when you came right down to it, getting his moves down was of greater importance. All it took was one negative review and a guy's career could end up in the toilet. It was too bad that Jesse was not feeling well. It would have been an excellent opportunity for them to carry on where they'd left off a week and a half ago with everyone gone. They unfortunately had not had an opportunity to do anything since with their tour schedule and their parents' constant supervision, besides not really having any place private.
"Well, I'd better leave so you can get some rest," he said reluctantly.
"Yeah," agreed Jesse, staring at the door as if he hadn't even heard him.
"Hey, you sure you're all right? You don't sound that well."
"Yeah," Jesse responded, looking over at Aaron. "Just got a lot on my mind."
"Sometimes it helps to talk," he offered, knowing from personal experience what it was like to be a guy and have stuff on your mind with just a mom to confer with.
"You got your practising to do."
"It can wait a bit. What's bothering you?"
Jesse paused, and then sitting down on the hotel bed he motioned for Aaron to join him. "Well, it's a lot of things," he began. "A fucking shit load of things actually. I don't know where to begin."
"Well, they say to begin at the beginning," Aaron responded with a shrug, truly concerned about his newest friend but not knowing what to say or do.
"Well, maybe the easiest problem is the best to start with, though none are that easy. It's about my career."
"Yeah? You and the band? Wassup?"
"Well, it's both my singing and my acting," Jesse replied, thinking things out in his mind. "When I auditioned and signed up with the group three years ago, I was doing some acting too, just small stuff."
"Yeah?"
"Well, my contract says that I'm allowed to take on acting jobs as they come up. The problem is that with the touring and the rehearsing and all that shit, I hardly ever can take acting parts."
"And you like acting."
"Oh yeah. I've been nominated again for the Young Artist Award for best supporting actor in a dramatic TV series for my part in 'All My Children'. If I win, it would be my second award." He didn't make the comment like he was bragging. He was just pleased to see his efforts and accomplishments recognized.
"That would be cool. You deserve it. I've seen a few of your episodes."
"Thanks," Jesse responded, beginning to blush. "Anyway, the presentation isn't that far away, April 7, so of course that's been on my mind."
"I can understand that."
"More importantly, I've been thinking of asking to be let out of my contract with Dream Street. It's just conflicting with other things I want to do right now."
"What does your mom think?"
"I haven't asked her, but I think she'd agree. Mom's always said it's whatever I want that's important."
"Cool."
"Anyway, I been thinking about it, a lot. I gotta decide if that's really what I want, and if it is, how I'm gonna tell Mom, and how we're going to approach Baldonieri and Lukow."
"You do have a lot on your mind. Do the other guys know what you're thinking?"
"No."
"How do you think they'll react?"
"That's another thing I've been thinking about. I don't want to do anything to screw up their future, though I don't know if what I'm going to do is going to matter much."
"What do you mean?"
"Well, there's some other shit going down with the band."
"Yeah?"
"Greg's mom wants the group to break its contract with Baldonieri and Lukow. She figures we can do better without them."
"Do better?"
"Make more money," Jesse said, rolling his eyes. "She thinks we can get a better contract with someone else."
"I see. I noticed the group hasn't been as sharp as when we began the tour. I thought maybe it was something about being my opening act or something that was bothering everyone."
"Oh shit no, being on tour with you has been a blast," Jesse said quickly. "And it has certainly given us more exposure." He brought his right hand to his mouth and began to bite at his nails as he thought, a habit he wished he could break. Aaron didn't push. "You remember I mentioned that one of the investors had taken some pics of us changing?" Jesse asked finally.
"Yeah."
"Well, Greg's mom has gotten it in her mind that we're being corrupted."
"Corrupted?"
"Yeah. You know how Louis is always teasing us about the girls screaming and being hot for our bodies, and stuff? Well, Greg's mom is accusing him of encouraging us to have sex with our fans, and, how did she put it, threatening and impairing our well-being as minors. She's been suggesting we claim we're being plied with booze, and well, that our morals are being corrupted." He thought for a bit more. "She caught Greg with some porno in an Email. She figures Louis or one of the others sent it to him."
"Has he?"
"Fuck no. But Greg can't say he and Frank have been surfing the net for pics of naked babes," he observed with a smile.
"So how's Greg feel about all this?"
"I don't know, in favour I suppose. It's his mom after all. Things are really getting fucked up. None of the guys are happy, and they're all worried what might happen. She's got Frank and Matt's parents in on it too."
"Parents can be like that, especially moms. It's a common reason for parents of actors and singers to split up." Hell, it seemed like every second guy he knew came from a split family.
"Yeah."
"Well, hey. I understand why you're in a shitty mood."
"There's more," Jesse said with a frown.
"Yeah?"
"You know the shit we did on Valentines?"
"Yeah?" Aaron responded worriedly.
"Well, I liked it, I liked it a lot."
"So did I," Aaron admitted with relief. He was afraid Jesse was going to say just the opposite.
"And I liked the messing around with those fans I told you about."
"They sounded like hot guys."
"They were." He began to chew on the nails of his other hand. "Well, I'm thinking, maybe, well, you know, I might be gay."
It was Aaron's turn to pause. "You got a problem with that?"
"I dunno. I mean we all know there's more gays in the entertainment field than probably any other. And if I am, I am," he said with a shrug. "I just don't know if I am. I gotta figure that out first, and then how I feel about it if I am."
"If it helps at all, I'm gay."
"You sure?"
"Yeah. Absolutely. And I love it."
"That's cool. You really got your shit together. Not like a lot of guys I know."
"Hey, I'm lucky in a lot of ways," Aaron responded. He was, and he knew it. "But I know what you're thinking too. I had the same thoughts when I first realized I liked guys better than girls."
The two fourteen-year-old boys looked into each other's eyes, Aaron's a rich, deep brown, Jesse's a bright emerald green, long, fine eyelashes framing the eyes of both boys. They leaned forward slowly and cocking their heads, they closed their eyes and their lips met, softly, gently, barely touching, a tentative, exploratory kiss. Aaron pulled back and opening his eyes, looked at Jesse. His eyes still closed, his smooth, red lips slightly parted, he looked so fucking sexy, and he looked like he'd enjoyed it. Aaron closed his eyes and leaned forward again. Damn, Jesse's lips were so soft and tender, so freakin' sweet. Their lips met a third time and Aaron felt Jesse's arms slip about him. He inhaled deeply, their lips still gently touching. Jesse was wearing Acqua Di Gio by Giorgio Armani, his usual cologne and rapidly becoming Aaron's favourite also.
"I should let you rest," Aaron breathed heavily.
"The fuck you should," Jesse replied, his voice several octaves lower with lust. He drew Aaron to him tighter and kissed his smooth cheeks, his left ear, his neck. He could smell his shampoo on his hair, his Issey Miyake cologne. He stuck out his tongue and licked Aaron's ear. He'd gotten it pierced after the 2000 Grammy Awards but had only worn a small stud for a short time. The hole had sealed over. Aaron was kissing his neck. He made his way back across Aaron's soft, downy cheek, back to his lips. He'd never kissed another boy until that Sadie Hawkins Day with the Brewster brothers, and until Valentines Day he hadn't had another opportunity to kiss another guy. It was hot, kissing, just as hot as kissing a girl, maybe, just maybe, even hotter. The blood was racing in his veins and he was finding it difficult to concentrate. He just wished they could sit there on his bed and kiss all afternoon.
Aaron felt the same way about kissing except he knew he'd never get the same thrill kissing a girl as he did kissing a guy. There was nothing so hot as two guys kissing, softly and tenderly. His eyes half closed, he stuck out his tongue and he and Jesse began a tongue duel, running their tongues over each other's, fencing with them like two hot, fleshy swords, first Aaron encircling Jesse's tongue with his and then vice versa. They touched, just the tips, and then their lips met once more and Aaron ran his tongue inside Jesse's mouth, along the insides of his cheeks, along the roof of his mouth, exploring, tasting. He sucked in, sealing their lips in a vacuum as they deep kissed. Their lips still locked, he pulled Jesse's shirt out of his khaki trousers and slipped his hands under it, slipping them up Jesse's back and massaging his firm, smooth back muscles. His skin was so soft, so delightful to touch. Jesse slipped his hands under his shirt too, pushing it up and massaging his back also as they kissed fervently now, hot, desperate kisses, their temperatures rising along with their young cocks.
Aaron unbuttoned Jesse's shirt excitedly and Jesse drew his over his head and the two boys embraced once more, lips meeting as they pressed their naked chests against each other, their hot nipples pressed against each other's flesh. Aaron ran his hands down Jesse's back to his waist and around to the front and began to undo his belt. He was not wearing one himself, his tight blue jeans hugging his narrow hips and not needing a belt. He felt Jesse's hands slipping up along his thighs and he quivered as arousal rippled up to his groin. God, he was getting so fucking hot.
Both boys were breathing heavily as they pulled down each other's flies and unbuttoned the top of each other's pants. They kissed each other on the lips, cheeks, and neck. As they continued to kiss, they slipped their hands inside the back of each other's pants and cupped each other's smooth, compact buttocks. They squeezed them and massaged them, causing their swelling cocks to ache with desire. As Aaron pushed down Jesse's khakis, Jesse at the same time pushed down Aaron's tight blue jeans. The two boys were slender but in good shape with muscular thighs and smooth, flat stomachs, the result of the vigorous and demanding dance routines they performed. They paused to kiss again, and then as they pulled each other's pants off, they pulled off each other's socks at the same time.
Pushing Jesse back and pulling him up onto the bed, Aaron swung around so they were laying in opposite directions, and taking his right ankle in his hands, he began to massage it, squeezing and releasing it as he pushed down toward his foot. He continued down slowly, working his foot, massaging the strong muscles and thick chords. Being on his feet performing or rehearsing for most of the day, he had strong feet. Aaron bent closer and inhaled deeply, inhaling his natural fragrance. Jesse preferred shoes to runners, and his feet retained a faint worn leather smell. It was delightful. Aaron inhaled deeply a second time, and then sticking out his tongue, he ran it over the back of the teenage singer's foot.
With Aaron's feet directly in his face, Jesse debated if he should copy what was being done to him. Massaging and licking another guy's feet was not something he'd ever considered doing before. Aaron's feet were smaller than his, and as he looked at them, he recalled seeing barefoot pictures of Aaron when he was ten or eleven, when he wore his hair long and in a bang over his forehead, and reading somewhere that he was the most photographed barefoot boy. He did have beautiful feet, smooth and a pale pink and graceful but strong, the tendons invisible unless he flexed them, just like his own. His toes were shorter and stubbier than his own, and spread out more whereas his own toes were compact and pressed against each other. He dared to inhale and found a slight runner fragrance, Aaron preferring Nike runners over all other footwear other than sandals when he was at home or on the beach back at Key West. It was not an offensive odour. In fact it seemed to contrast with his cologne, one spicy and sweet, the other earthy, both highly erotic. He dared to extend his tongue and run it over the back of Aaron's foot as Aaron was doing to him. His foot was slightly salty, but no more so than his ear had been.
Feeling Jesse's tongue running along the back of his foot, Aaron became serious. He wormed his tongue between Jesse's large toe and the next, the only two that had any amount of space between them. He kissed the back of his foot, and he slipped his lips about Jesse's large toe and sucked on it. He raised the boy's foot and ran his tongue along the underside of his toes and he sucked on the peanut-like protuberances and nibbled on them. Running his tongue along the top of his feet once again, he followed the edge of the nail of his large toe, tracing it around all four sides. He squirmed with pleasure as he felt Jesse do the same to his toenail, his tongue running along the base of his nail, up along the side, across the square cut top, and back down the other side. Jesse slipped his lips about his large toe and sucked on it, much like he'd sucked on his cock a week and a half ago. Aaron's cock twitched with the memory, and with the eroticism of having the hot fourteen-year-old singer sucking on his toe.
Jesse had never heard of anyone sucking toes before, never mind thought about doing it. To his surprise it was erotic having someone sucking and licking your feet, and even more to his surprise, he was discovering it was hot doing it too. He wiggled his tongue between each of Aaron's toes, causing them to curl with arousal, which caused him to lick and suck on them all the more eagerly. He ran his tongue along the underside of the five digits, from large toe to the smallest and back again. His cock was tenting out his Extreme Zone boxers by then and it throbbed with desire as he sucked on Aaron's stubby toes and as he felt Aaron sucking on his.
Then as Aaron made his way up his foot, from his toes up to his ankle and then up his shin and along his thigh, he did likewise. The two boys squirmed with excitement as they worked slowly toward their goal, slowly licking and kissing each other's smooth, hairless legs. When Aaron began to lightly kiss the sensitive inside of Jesse's tender thighs, the boy quivered with the unique delight and his stiff teenage cock oozed out the first droplet of pre-cum which quickly soaked into his boxers. Aaron's Calvin Klein boxers were tented out too, and Jesse could see a wet spot at the peak of the tent, telling him he was turning Aaron on as much as Aaron was turning him on.
The two boys drew down each other's boxers at the same time, lifting them up above the protruding tent poles and hooking the elastic bands under the stiff, protruding members, and then slipping their fingers under the elastic band in the back and over each other's buttocks. Raising their asses, they felt their boxers being drawn down over their hips. They drew each other's underwear down quickly, eager to return to the hot, throbbing flesh they had uncovered. Both boys were just under five-inches hard, Aaron just a fraction longer than Jesse, and both boys were uncut, but whereas Aaron's skin had slipped down to form a collar about his flanged knob, Jesse's skin had remained up over the head, exposing only the very tip of his cock.
Aaron began with Jesse's balls, inhaling the nutty, sweating fragrance as a pastry chef might inhale freshly baked mincemeat tarts. His balls were low hung in a loose, wrinkled sac covered with tiny bumps, and his ball hairs were long and fine and a light blond, like the hairs on his head. Aaron slipped his lips over the lower of the two eggs and sucked on the tender, oval nut inside its sack, causing Jesse to breathe more deeply. He sucked the nut in deeper into his hot, moist mouth and he swirled his tongue around it, and then releasing it, he did the same to the higher nut. He inhaled deeply, delighting in the spicy flavour and nutty aroma of his young nuts.
He felt Jesse do the same to him, sucking in his lower nut and twirling his tongue around it, and then releasing it and sucking in the other and doing the same to it. His own balls were low hung also, but they were not quite as large, and although Jesse's only had a few long, fine hairs, his were not even that hairy. It was hot having a boy sucking and licking your nuts, and again Aaron could not imagine feeling as hot having a girl doing it to him. For one, most girls likely would not do it, not even his most devoted fans, and even if they did, they could not appreciate the tenderness nor vulnerability of a boy's balls, not having any themselves. Knowing that Jesse knew exactly how sensitive his nuts were and exactly how he was feeling having them sucked made it all the hotter.
Unable to delay any longer, Aaron ran his tongue up along the shaft of Jesse's stiff, rock-hard cock. He was licking the cock shaft of one of the hottest, sexiest-looking teen singers of America, a boy whose smile caused teenage girls to swoon and whose voice and gyrations on stage caused them to scream. He was performing what many would consider an obscene, filthy act on a boy that girls, and he was sure a large number of gay teen boys, dreamed about at night and fantasized about during the day. His own dick jerked with arousal and a large drop of pre-cum oozed out the tip. When he'd told Jesse that he was gay, and loved it, he had been serious. He loved being a boy, and he loved making out with other boys. Most of all, he absolutely, totally, beyond any doubt, loved cock. He loved the way cock looked, the way cock smelled, the way cock felt, the way cock tasted. That was what being a boy was all about, having a cock, loving cock, and having others love your cock. No part of a boy's body was more private and more precious than his cock, and there was nothing more erotic than to put that part of a boy's body in your mouth. He would be forever indebted to Justin Berfield for having introduced him to that and to the many other joys of gay sex.
A large drop of pre-cum had oozed out of Jesse's cock also, and Aaron flicked the pearl up with the tip of his tongue. He sighed loudly, delighting in the sweetness of that clear droplet of love juice. It was sticky and clung to Jesse's dick like it didn't want to leave it, leaving a streamer stretched from the tip of Jesse's dick to the tip of his tongue. Jesse was watching, and the sight of the sticky, slender strand, barely thicker than the thickness of a silk strand of a spider web, attaching his dick and Aaron's tongue was so erotic another droplet of his pre-cum oozed out of his dick. Aaron of course immediately swooped down for it, and the sight of his pearly droplet in the centre of Aaron's wide, red tongue gave Jesse a rush like nothing else had ever given him, not even the sight of a teenage fan's boobs spilling out of her revealing, low-cut blouse, not even the sound of two thousand screaming fans.
Turning his attention to Aaron's stiff cock before watching Aaron blowing him made him pop a nut, Jesse remembered how great it had been sucking it on Valentines, and he eagerly stuck out his tongue and swirling it around the head of Aaron's stiff bone, lapped up Aaron's pre-cum. He delighted in its sweet taste and in the eroticism of licking up another boy's clear pre-cum and licking his dick head. Aaron of course rewarded him with a second large droplet of pre-cum, and Jesse quickly and eagerly accepted the treat.
The two boys took great delight in licking each other's blood-engorged knobs, Aaron's skin having rolled back as he'd gotten an erection, and Aaron having pulled back Jesse's tighter skin to expose his purple-red dickhead. They delighted in the eroticism of licking cock and having one's own licked, in the waves of physical pleasure rippling through their irritated knobs, and in the aching desire deep in their groins as they teased out each other's pre-cum. Running their tongues along the sensitive rims to cause each other's cock to jerk with arousal, and running their tongues along the sensitive tips, coaxing out their precious clear pre-cum, the two horny teenage boys quivered with their growing lust and panted openly with their desire.
Unable to stand it any longer, they went down on each other, slipping their lips over each other's blood-engorged knob and easing them down each other's shaft. Their smooth, full lips tightened about the base of those stiff, throbbing shafts and they eased them back up as they sucked gently on the fleshy straws, drawing their lips up over the sensitive knobs, pausing, and then slipping their lips back down. Tingles of arousal prickled around the rims of their cockheads and their blood-engorged flesh throbbed hotly with desire as their lust grew still stronger until their hardons were pounding with the same force as their young hearts. They bobbed their heads up and down with increasing speed and sucked desperately on the solid cockflesh, delighting in sucking on the cock in their mouth as much as having their cock sucked.
Their mothers would have been shocked to have seen their two fourteen-year-old sons laying there naked on the hotel room bed, zealously sucking on each other's stiff, throbbing cock, their mouths drooling with delight and their bodies flushed with sexual arousal. Their teenage girl fans would have been devastated to see their handsome teen heartthrobs who sang such seductive songs of boy-girl love eagerly engaged in a fag act, their balls swelling and drawing up tight under their stiff cocks in their lust for each other. Those lips they longed to kiss were locked about a filthy, hot, throbbing cock, and the boy they dreamed of holding them was holding another boy.
The two hot, teenage stars began to caress each other's naked body eagerly as they squirmed with their impending orgasms, their hands roaming randomly over each other's naked flesh and stroking each other excitedly and erratically. Their chests rose and fell faster and faster as they inhaled more and more deeply and the two boys quivered with anticipation as they approached that delightful peak. The tension in their groins grew tighter and tighter until they finally exploded. Their swollen nuts contracted and sent their hot, tart cream racing up the core of their cocks and spurting into each other's mouth. Their aching flesh throbbed hotly as squirt after squirt shot out of their cocks and into each other's receptive mouth. The tartness of their hot boy cream caused them to shiver with delight at the exquisite taste, and the slimy, slippery texture of their cum oozing about their tongues caused them to quiver in ecstasy.
Breathing heavily through their noses, they gasped and snorted as they filled each other's mouth and then as their squirting subsided swallowed the thick, viscous cream, leaving a thin film clinging to their teeth and the insides of their mouths. They shivered with the still unique and delightful experience as they swallowed each other's precious juice, which caused more to ooze out of their swollen flesh. They continued to suck on each other's cock, sucking out the remainder of their love juice until their cocks and balls were drained. Finally twisting around so they were facing the same direction, the two flushed, naked teens curled up in each other's arms.
"You can forget what I said before," sighed Jesse.
"What was that?"
"That I didn't know if I was gay," the fourteen-year-old replied. "I am, there is no doubt about it, and I love it."
"Bet you say that to every boy who sucks you off."
"Just those who let me suck them off too," Jesse replied with a smile.
"You really liked it?"
"Fuck yeah. I'm serious. It's so fucking hot, having sex with you, I can't believe it."
"I know. I know exactly how you feel."
"That's what makes having sex with a guy so especially awesome. Guys know how guys feel."
"Yeah," Aaron sighed. That was exactly how he felt.
"Know what?" Jesse asked, raising himself on one elbow. "I'm going ahead with my plans to ask out of my contract," Jesse announced. "I'm going to do it for myself, so I can do what I need to do, what I want to do. I love the guys, and performing with them, but I got to pursue my own life too, my own dreams."
"Yeah," Aaron agreed, "you do." He knew it was a tough choice for Jesse, and he was glad he'd come to a decision. Things were always toughest up to that point, but once a decision was made life seemed a lot easier. At least that was the way it was with him.
"I'd might not have decided to do it had it not been for you."
"Why me?"
"Because you're so successful on your own. And you clearly enjoy it."
"Well, it can be a fucking drag sometimes, going solo, but yeah, I don't think I'd ever join a group, like you have, or my brother Nick has. I do enjoy performing on my own. Well, solo's fine for most things anyway," he added with an impish grin.
"Solo is nowhere near as good as together for some things," Jesse agreed, his green eyes sparkling as his lips broke into a grin also.
"You know, it's a fucking shame we only got one more concert togther."
"Yeah, I know. Too bad the one in Utah got cancelled."
"And too bad you won't be opening my last performance in Sioux Falls."
"Yeah."
"Well, I guess we'll just have to make the best of what little time we do have together then," Aaron said with a suggestive smile.
"Sounds great to me," said Jesse, slipping an arm about Aaron and giving him a kiss. "How many times can you come in an afternoon?"
"Hunh," Aaron snorted, "remind me to tell you about this milking machine sometime!" He slowly ran his hand up along Jesse's thigh, caressing it gently, and took his limp dick in his hand. Jesse reached out for his, and as the two boys began to kiss again, their cocks once more began to swell. They were, after all, healthy, normal, teenage boys, and they had only shot one load so far that day.