Aaron and Friends

Caution/Welcome. The following is a gay fantasy about two teen celebrities, Aaron Carter and Justin Berfield. It does not reflect nor imply the real sexuality of the two individuals. It has been written in response to a reader poll at assgm in which readers were asked what celebrity they would most like a story about, the setting, and which devices they'd like featured. The second runner-up in the poll was a story about Aaron Carter, in a barn or forest setting, with no devices. If that is what you are looking for, read on. 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. Lyrics are copyright of Aaron Carter. 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 and story suggestions can be sent to the author J. O. Dickingson at authorsix@hotmail.com

AARON'S FARM VACATION

"A farm vacation?" Aaron asked. "You have to be kidding!"

"No," replied his mother, Jane Carter. "Your father and I think it would be a nice break for you."

"What the f-, I mean, what do I know about farming?" the thirteen-year-old boy asked. He was a decent boy, raised by two caring parents with sound morals and values, but he was also an international star and traveled around the world surrounded by adults from stage hands with a grade eight education to college-educated promoters and investors, and not all entertainers he associated with were as clean-cut as their PR men made them out to be either. Booze, drugs and sex often accompanied fame and fortune. That was the reason his parents wanted him to take some time off from performing and do something that the average American kid did. Besides, Aaron was a typical teenager. You had to expect him to pick up and use the occasional cuss word.

"This brochure tells you all about it," his mother responded, handing him the colorful pamphlet. "It really sounds great."

"You and Dad coming too?" he asked as he took the brochure.

"No. Actually, we thought it would be a good opportunity for you to mix with others your age."

"Pineview Farm Youth Vacations?" he asked, reading the title. "Aww, Mom! A summer camp?" he asked with a loud moan as he ran his fingers through his fine blond hair. It had grown over the tops of his ears and in the summer sun had lightened in color. It was about time for a trim. His tour with his sister Leslie and the A-Teens would be starting in just over two weeks, on June 16 in Phoenix.

"It's not a camp," she tried to reason. "Just read it over and see what you think."

"Angel or Leslie coming too?"

"No. They'll likely be going to Grandma and Grandpa's."

Aaron went to his room and flopped down on his bed. A fucking summer camp! He was thirteen. Thirteen years and five months to be exact. He opened up the pamphlet. "Has your son or daughter ever smelled fresh mown hay? Have they ever milked a cow or gathered freshly laid eggs?" Who the fuck wanted to? He read on. "A wide variety of fun and adventure await your son or daughter at Pineview Farm. Our youth vacations provide a healthy environment for youth to experience country living. One to four-week packages are available. Our farm guests stay in separate log bunkhouses. We offer horseback riding lessons, overnight trail rides, trout fishing, hiking, water skiing, rafting, and the opportunity to fully participate on an operating farm working with cattle, horses and sheep or on our mixed vegetable and grain operations. Healthy meals with farm fresh produce, barbeque events, outdoor hot tub, a crystal clear spring brook, and beautiful sunsets in America's parkland surrounded by lakes, untouched forested hills and acres of open prairie abounding with wildlife await your child."

Yeah, right. More likely it was some family hard up for cash and looking for some cheap labor and a farm surrounded by a stagnant pool, a few straggly trees, and acres of stinking sheep and cow flop. Aaron ran his fingers though his hair again, a habit he'd picked up, and reached down with this other hand and slipped it in his pants and inside his boxers.

Finding his limp noodle, he fiddled with it absent mindedly, another habit he'd picked up. It quickly responded and began to swell. Reaching down further, he fondled his warm and sadly still hairless balls. Withdrawing his fingers, he brought them up to his nose and inhaled. Screw the freshly mown hay, now that was a smell worth promoting.

His hand returned to his boxers, and as he fiddled with his now swollen dick, he thought back to the fun he'd had with Vinicius. That had been so long ago, but it had been awesome. He wiggled his toes, remembering how it had felt having the young Latino massaging and then licking his foot. They'd kept in touch after that chance meeting, but with his travels and all, and Vinicius living a very different type of life, the emails had become farther and farther apart until they'd finally stopped.

He looked at the pamphlet again. In the middle of fucking nowhere in the mid west yet! At least they could have found a vacation on the coast. He loved the coast, especially the Florida coast where the water was warmer and there were more fun things to do. He smiled as he thought about the live chat he'd had almost a year ago and someone had asked him what he thought about moving back to Florida and he said he was excited about living in both Florida and California, that he was bi-coastal. He wondered if anyone besides himself thought of bisexual when they heard that. He sighed. Fat chance of that. Constantly under the eye of his mother or father and usually a body guard besides, he was asexual. Now he was going to be acoastal. Fuck again. What did he know or care about farming in the middle of fucking nowhere?

Three weeks later, Aaron Carter found himself on a bus heading for the middle of fucking nowhere. He still was not keen on the idea, but it was better than going to visit his grandparents with his sisters where he'd be totally bored and have no privacy, and his parents were right, being a celebrity and a singer, he did not have much opportunity to relax or to mix with kids his own age.

A minivan with the name of the farm emblazoned on the side was waiting at the bus stop for him. At least it was not some old farm truck stinking of manure, the boy thought with a smile. He looked out the window as they drove past field after field of wheat, a cloud of dust behind them. Half an hour later they drove into a tree-lined drive and up to a sprawling farm house with assorted outbuildings.

"This here is the boy's bunkhouse," the driver said. "Over there on the other side of the main house is the girl's. And in case you're having any ideas, there is no visiting in the bunkhouses." He said it with a smile and a twinkle in his eyes as if to say he knew that was what the thirteen-year-old was thinking, and that he knew boys found ways to get around the rules. "When you've got your gear stowed away, feel free to wander around and check the place out. We chow down here at six over at the cookhouse," he said, pointing out the building. "Only thing I wouldn't be doing is wandering across the field over behind the gardens. Ol'Red is penned up over there and he hasn't been getting any lately, so he's ornerier than all get out. Can pick any bunk you want that's got the bedding rolled up. If the bed's made, it's been taken."

The bunkhouse was a long, narrow building with a wood plank floor and bunks lined up on both sides, a dozen to a wall, all with the same color sheets and pillow cases. Two shelves above the bed were all the space you had for your personal things, besides the footlocker at the foot of the bed. Sixteen of the beds were taken. It making no difference to him, Aaron selected one of the bunks, spread out his bedroll to indicate it had been taken, and emptied his duffle bag into the footlocker. That having taken all of ten minutes, he checked out the rest of the bunkhouse. At the far end were the washrooms, four stalls, half a dozen urinals, and eight sinks. Unlike many of the arena and community center washrooms he'd been in on his touring gigs, these were clean.

Stepping outside, he wandered around. The brochure said he could participate in whatever events he wanted to, or none at all if he so chose. He'd already decided on the trout fishing, canoeing and rafting. Anything dealing with water he enjoyed, though he wished it was an ocean and not some dumb lake. Finding the crystal clear stream, he paused to skip some rocks. A boy that appeared to be close to his age with dirty yellow hair and deep blue eyes joined him and introduced himself. He had only arrived that afternoon himself, from Des Moines, Iowa. They talked, and strolled about the farm together. He seemed nice enough, but Aaron found that without really having much in common there was only so much to talk about.

They found several others, some who'd already been there for a week, a few longer. Most of them were performing chores of some sort so were only able to give a quick hello and welcome. It looked like hard work. Aaron wondered whimsically what the child labor laws were in these parts. The rest were out horseback riding and would be back in time for supper. When they gathered for the evening meal, he found that in all, there were seventeen guys there, and nine girls. He and Paul, the boy who had introduced himself, were the youngest. At least half of them were sixteen or seventeen, and all of them were the outdoors type. The husband and wife who owned the farm introduced themselves and welcomed the two newest members. After blessing the food, the others who were nearest the two boys introduced themselves. It was clear that many had formed friendships and many had been here before so the place took on the atmosphere of a family reunion. Being the newest member of the family, Aaron felt left out despite the attempts to make him and Paul welcome.

So began his farm vacation. A lively boy with a hectic schedule, Aaron found the days long and boring. During the day he teamed up with others who were also interested in rafting and fishing, which was fun, and he even took a hand in helping to hoe the weeds in the garden, and feed the hens. He was too young yet for some of the other jobs, like fencing and moving the irrigation pipes. The evenings he mainly spent reading, or he'd slip away with his boom box, plug in the earphones, and practice his singing and choreography. It was a pleasant enough way to spend the week, but he definitely could not take more than a week. By Wednesday morning he'd learned to actually relax and do nothing, something which, unlike his parents, he had not realized he'd needed. He had a solid nine-week tour across the country starting in two-and-a-half weeks and he knew this rest would do him good. Still, to do what he'd been doing for another four days was going to really be testing his endurance.

The other reason his parents had sent him off to the farm was to meet and mingle with others, which he did, and being a personable type, did not have difficulty doing, though he did find after an hour he had nothing to say, and was even less interested in what the others had to say. You'd expect he and Paul would have been a natural pairing, but actually the boy's interests and his were too dissimilar. When you've been in the performing business since you were six and you've traveled around the world, you don't have a lot in common with a boy from Des Moines Iowa. Tuesday night his parents had phoned, and he had assured them things were fine and he was having a good time, and that he missed them and his sisters and was looking forward to coming back home on Sunday. He did miss them, being from a close family despite his traveling and erratic schedule where he could be with family in their Florida home on one day and on an airplane heading to Spain with his mom the next. What he missed even more was his privacy. With his brother Nick now twenty and on the road with the Backstreet Boys and his oldest sister Bobbie Jean eighteen, he had his own room and a lot of privacy. When you're staying in a bunkhouse with sixteen other guys, privacy is one thing you don't have. The comment about no entertaining in the bunkhouses actually didn't make any sense once Aaron got on to the routines and figured out how things worked. You certainly could not take a chance of making out with a girl when anyone could come walking in, which they could at any time of the day, unless you were going to do it in the bathroom stall. Now that was a yucky thought. Actually, he didn't have that much interest in girls anyway. He never really had. When he'd first begun singing and hundreds of girls would be crowding around to see him, or to have him sign their autograph books, he'd thought it was cool, and later when they began screaming and chanting and stuff when he'd come on stage it felt great, but weird too.

Even weirder was how they'd be interested in the smallest stuff, like what his favorite toothpaste was or something- he wondered if anyone in the world really had a favorite toothpaste-or private stuff like if he had a girlfriend and what sort of underwear he liked. He was really really tempted in one of those phone in promotions to ask the girl, "and, like, what sort of panties you do like, and how often do you change them?" He was even asked once if Nick was a father yet. Now that was dumb. He noticed one of the boys at the farm seemed to be more of a loner than the others, a boy two years older then himself, a handsome looking fifteen-year-old by the name of Justin with thick brown hair and hazel eyes and a great physique. At thirteen and five months, Aaron was becoming more conscious of his muscles, or more appropriately, his lack of. He noticed the boy seemed to spend a lot of his time with the animals. That Wednesday almost everyone had taken off on a sightseeing trip to the local grain elevator and a farm instrument museum, neither of which was of much interest to Aaron. So the thirteen-year-old had elected to work in the garden, which he did until mid afternoon by which time it had gotten too hot. Throwing his shirt over his shoulder, he headed for the cookhouse for some water when he noticed the boy over by the barn practicing some martial arts moves. He had his shirt off and a bandana around his head for a sweat band. As he watched the boy flexing his muscles and forming various poses, he suddenly realized who he was. It was Justin Berfield, better known as Reese from the television show "Malcolm in the Middle". "Interesting poses," he said, approaching the boy. "What is it that you're doing?" "Tai Chi Chuan," the boy responded, turning and facing the younger boy. "So, it's like a martial art or something?" Aaron asked, immediately feeling like a fool. Duh, what else would it be? "Yes," Justin responded with a smile. "Actually, it is a form of exercise based on the principles of physiology, psychology and dynamics and is for health and for self defense. It opens your channels, joints and organs and stimulates your spirit." Justin smiled. It was a great smile, the type that made a person feel comfortable inside. "Sounded like a commercial didn't it?" "Sounded cool." "Tai Chi Chuan is cool. At least it is better than the type of exercise you've been having," Justin said, smiling again. He'd noticed Aaron the day he'd arrived, and had noticed that even though he evidently hadn't been enthused about being there, he did not whine like many who'd been forced to come to the farm, and he'd actually pitched in and done some work, not just sat on his butt like a lot of celebrities did. Of course he'd recognized him immediately. Who did not know the cute little blond singer, the younger brother of the famous Nick Carter? Actually, he hadn't cared much for some of Aaron's earlier syrupy songs, but those on his latest album were actually pretty good, and some of the choreography on his video "That's How I Beat Shaq" was pretty hot. "Yeah, your way to work up a sweat looks like a lot more fun." "You want to learn a bit about it?" "Way cool. I was on my way for a glass of water." "I'll join you and tell you a bit about Tai Chi Chuan, and then if you want we can practice some of the moves together." "That would be awesome." "Well, Tai Chi Chuan is a Chinese art," Justin explained as they headed to the cookhouse together. "It developed out of three concepts, Li, or Principle, Qi, or Energy, and Hsiang, or Form. The first thing a student of Tai Chi Chuan must learn is proper posture." "You been practicing Tai Chi Chuan long?" "No actually. I have a red belt in Tang-Soo Do, but I had to drop my training six years ago because of my acting." "You're awesome in 'Malcolm in the Middle' by the way," Aaron began, and then stopped himself. "Oh damn." "What?" "You must think I'm a real dork," Aaron observed. "You must get awful tired of people saying that." "Actually, I don't," Justin observed with that infectious grin again. "But I know what you mean. I'm guessing you're here hiding from all the screaming girls who want your autograph or want you to sing them a song or something." "Or email them." "Oh yeah, if I emailed every girl who asked me I'd never have time to practice my acting." "Guess it takes a lot of practicing," Aaron began, and suddenly turned bright red. "I don't mean because you need to, you know, not because you're not a good actor. Damn," he cursed in frustration. "Forget it," Justin said with a laugh. "I understand. Acting does takes a lot of time, just like singing." "So you know who I am." "Hard not to with your face plastered on the front of magazines and with posters about your upcoming tour all over the place." The two boys grinned, having something very much in common. For the next hour they practiced some basic Tai Chi Chuan in the shade of the barn and Justin explained what was meant by the alignment, center and posture of the body. "Going to have to take a break," Aaron announced. "I'm sorry," Justin said. "When I get started, I get so involved. Tai Chi Chuan can be very strenuous." "It's not that. I got to take a leak," Aaron said with a smile. "Told you it opens up your organs," Justin said with a grin. "It has done that. My back teeth are floating." "Actually, I have to take a leak too," Justin said, adding after a pause, "in fact I could easily piss fifteen feet." "Oh yeah?" Aaron said with a chuckle. "Now that I'd like to see." "Bet I could." "No way. Nobody could piss that far." "Wanna bet?" "Sure." "Com'on," Justin said, picking up his shirt and slipping it on. The unsuspecting boy picked his up and did likewise as he followed the older teenager into the barn, and up the ladder to the loft. Walking over to the wide, wooden doors, he opened them up, and then pulling down his fly and pulling out his dick, he stepped up to the open door. A second later a dark yellow stream flowed from his dick. "How far is it to the ground do you think?" he asked, a twinkle in his eyes. "Oh shit!" Aaron snorted with a chuckle. "That's no fair!" "Fifteen feet you think?" Aaron laughed. "Okay, you win the bet." Stepping up to him, he pulled out his dick and let loose too. As they stood there, he debated if he should do it, and finally gave in to temptation and gave Justin a quick glance over. His was uncut, and a nice size. He wondered if it was its natural size, or if it was that fat because he'd had to piss. Suddenly noticing that Justin had seen him, he quickly looked away, his cheeks quickly turning a bright red. Everyone said he was a real hottie being blond, but one of the disadvantages was that he blushed easily. "Hey, that's okay," Justin said. "I don't mind you doing some comparison. I did when I was your age. I still do." He grinned as Aaron looked up at him, uncertain what to say. "You got a pretty nice size dick there." "Yeah? Ah, well, thanks." Jeez, he sounded like such a nerd. He'd just thanked him for fucksake. He blushed even brighter. "You ever notice in the summer when you sweat how your piss is a dark yellow, and in the winter, it is real pale?" "Yeah, I have," said Aaron, relieved to have something to talk about. "And how some things make you piss more than others." "Yeah, like soda pop, and tea." "Yeah." Tucking their dicks back in their pants, the boys backed away from the opening. "So, we'll have to find something now for you to pay the debt you owe me." "Yeah, right," snorted Aaron with a good-natured smile. "You did bet me."

"And I pay off my bets, even if I am tricked," he said with a grin.

"All right. Let's see," Justin said, stroking his chin as he concentrated. "Get me an autograph of your brother Nick."

Aaron's immediate response was surprise, and the second disappointment. He'd expected something better than that, especially from someone who was a celebrity too. And if he wanted a celebrity autograph, what was he, chicken manure? Making the best of it, he looked up at Justin and was about to agree when he saw the twinkle in his eyes.

"Jokin'," Justin laughed, punching him in the arm. "You should have seen the look on your face. Bet you get asked that a lot."

"Yeah, I do, "Aaron smiled. "And what is it like being Nick's little brother," he mimicked one of the interviewers. "And does he wear boxers or briefs?"

"I noticed you're wearing boxers."

"And you too."

"Well, for what it's worth, I know what you mean about questions about your brother. I get the same about Frankie Muniz."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah. All the time."

"That must suck."

"It does."

"So, what do I have to do?"

Justin considered the question. Several ideas came to his mind immediately but he quickly dismissed them as wishful thinking. He could never suggest them to someone he'd just met. He though of several others, like asking Aaron to sing him a song or something, but that was dorky. "I'll think about it."

"Kay," Aaron agreed.

As Aaron lay in bed that night, he thought about their chance meeting. Taking a leak out of the hay barn had been sort of daring, and fun. Aaron had a bit of a reputation for being a joke- meister and appreciated Justin's trick. It was simple, and it was funny, just like a good prank should be. Justin had been cool about him checking him out too, which was really great. Ever since fooling around with Vinicius just over two years ago now, Aaron had been curious about other guys, and especially how he stacked up compared to them. Of course that was not unusual for a thirteen-year-old, but unlike many curious youngsters, he had not had the opportunity to really do much about it. Being home-schooled, he didn't really have any real close friends, not the type of friends where he could get into something that intimate. And with his heavy practice schedule and flying all over the world performing, by the time his day was done he was ready to crash, not that he'd be able to do anything anyway with the close supervision he had.

Of course jetting around the world did give him a broader education than most, and a whole set of different experiences. It was pretty hard not to notice the suggestive billboards and sexual innuendos in the advertising when it was so much more blatant in Europe for example, and when you spend most of your day with adults, either adult performers on the same circuit as you, or with technicians and stage hands, you pick up bits of conversation that are not meant for the ears of thirteen-year-olds. His brother Nick and the rest of the Back Street Boys were pretty open about things like drugs and sex besides, and he knew the things that they and those they ran with were into.

A few bunks down, Justin was thinking of their meeting also. Like Aaron, his childhood had not been like that of an average American kid. Although he'd only turned fifteen back in February, he had been acting for ten years, since a Folger's coffee commercial back in 1991. Just before landing the role of Reese in "Malcolm in the Middle", he'd finished four years as Ross Malloy in "Unhappily Ever After", a long stint for someone who hadn't even reached puberty yet. He hadn't traveled around the world like Aaron, but he'd been exposed to a lot in the past ten years as a child actor, and he had learned a lot, a lot about acting, and a lot about life. Over this past year he'd also become good friends with Frankie Muniz, who knew a lot about the business, and about other things. It was Frankie who'd introduced him to that secret vice that all boys eventually learn. He wondered if Aaron did it, and if he did, what he thought about when he did it. He enjoyed it here at Pineview Farms, but that was one major disadvantage for a kid who had only one older brother and his own room. You couldn't very well wank off in bed with sixteen other guys in the room, and to do it in the washroom was really taking a chance.

The next day the two boys had breakfast together, and looking at the list of events and chores, decided to team up for the day. The morning went by quickly, but when they'd decided to pick peas for the afternoon, they hadn't imagined how big a job it was.

"This is freaking boring," Aaron signed as he dumped his tenth basket into the barrel at the end of the row.

"Have to agree with you there," said Justin. "Wanna play a game to pass the time?"

"Sure. What sort of game?"

"You ever play twenty questions?"

"Sure."

"Okay. So, why'd you come to Pineview Farm?"

"Well, actually, I didn't want to come," Aaron admitted. "And until I met you yesterday it was rather boring."

"I love being here," said Justin. "This is my third year."

"Yeah? Why you like it?"

"It's relaxing, and I love animals. Especially because I love animals."

"You got any pets at home?"

"Hey, it's my turn to ask a question. We're supposed to alternate."

"I didn't realize we'd started playing," Aaron said with a grin.

"So. Do you like animals?" Justin asked.

"Oh yeah. We got two dogs Samba and Pepper and six cats, Bandit, Rocky, Roy, Sam, Sugar and Hyper. What about you?"

"Right now I got four dogs, Lucky, Miss Piggy, Star, and Bugsy. But I've had cats, chickens, goats, a horse, desert tortoises, a ferret, and even a pot-bellied pig for a pet."

"You do like animals," Aaron chuckled.

"Yeah. I'd like to be a vet. What sort of job would you like to have?"

"I'd like to be a marine biologist. I love the coast."

"Oh yeah. That would be cool," remarked Justin, and Aaron smiled. "Okay, your turn to ask a question."

"Ah, what is your fav food?" he asked and immediately felt foolish. That was a typical fan question.

"Sushi, pizza, spaghetti, In-N-Out Burgers. What you like to drink most of all?"

"Sprite."

"Cool. Me too."

"I could use one right now," Aaron said, wiping the sweat from his brow. "So, ahhh, what's your fav movies?"

"American Pie, Deuce Bigalow Male Gigolo, and Austin Powers: The Spy who Shagged Me."

"My Mom wouldn't let me see American Pie," Aaron said with a frown. "Did they really show a guy, you know, doing it with a pie?"

"That counts as a question."

"Okay."

"Yeah they did. Well, not, you know, his dick or nothing, but you knew he was screwing it."

"Wicked."

"It was. My brother rented the video and the two of us watched it one night. It was hilarious. So I get to ask two questions."

"Sure."

"You ever see your brother's penis?" Justin asked with a leer.

"Sure," Aaron said with a grin. "When we strip to put on our suits to go swimming, and when we're on tour sometimes we'll take a leak together."

"You ever see it hard?"

"No," Aaron giggled. "Wish I could. It is huge soft. Twice as big as mine."

"Your turn."

Aaron thought hard about his next question. "You ever touch yours until it gets hard?"

"Sure," Justin responded. "What's the most times you've come in a day?"

Aaron hesitated. "None."

"None?"

He shook his head.

"You know about jacking off?"

"Yeah."

"But you've never done it?"

"Not all the way," Aaron replied. "You know, til the sperm thing happens."

"Why not?"

"I don't know much about that sortta stuff," Aaron said with a shrug.

"You think it's bad or something?"

"Aren't we supposed to be taking turns asking questions?"

"Okay. Shoot."

"So you've done it all the way?"

"Sure. Hundreds of times. It's fuckin' awesome."

"Really?"

"Sure. You really should try it. You'll like it, trust me."

"Yeah? Maybe I will."

"Wanna go try it now?"

"Now?"

"Sure."

"I dunno," Aaron responded. He was very tempted, especially since he knew how good the first bit felt when he fiddled with himself, but he was hesitant too. He really didn't know much about it, and guys did talk about it like it was something dirty, and well, his clean-cut image wasn't just a PR image.

"That's okay. You don't have to if you don't wanna."

"Where could we do it?" Aaron asked. It was a noncommittal response, and he figured a safe way to back out.

"Com'on," Justin replied. Eager to have a wank, and even more eager to share his knowledge, he'd taken Aaron's question as an indication he wanted to do it.

The boys headed over to the barn and climbed up to the hay loft, their hearts fluttering with excitement and apprehension. Aaron had been curious about doing it longer for a long time, and each time he'd dry wanked he'd been tempted to go all the way. Having an opportunity to do it with someone who knew what he was doing was too good to pass up. It was, however, something forbidden, and something his mother would definitely disapprove of, and hundreds of past lectures about needing to be good were difficult to ignore.

Justin never had the hesitation that Aaron had. For one, when you have an older brother who has friends over you overhear things that aren't meant for younger brothers, especially when one day you and your brother are the best of friends and the next day the worst of enemies. For another, though he had a private tutor while filming on the set, he otherwise attended public school so he had more contacts with kids his age than Aaron. He also had exposure to other things that Aaron hadn't, like the movies he'd named, and the music he listened to. He loved rap music and performers like Eminem, and anyone who has paid any attention to today's rap music shouldn't be shocked by the language kids use or the things they know. Even Aaron's R and B songs had a lot of sexual innuendoes. Most of all though, he'd become best pals with Frankie Muniz, and best pals share secrets. "You sure you're okay with this?" he asked as they stepped up into the hay loft.

"Sure." The thirteen-year-old felt like saying "butterflies and all," but he didn't.

Dropping their shorts and boxers, the two boys stood there side by side, and as Justin reached down and began to fiddle with his dick, Aaron did the same. They didn't say anything as they stood there squeezing and tugging on their cocks. Noticing Justin glancing over at him once in a while, Aaron returned the glances, and seeing Justin tugging on his cock and seeing it swelling sent thrills of arousal up Aaron's own dick. It did not take the two young boys long to get hardons.

"You ever feel another guy's bone?" Justin asked.

"Yeah."

"You're not that innocent then," Justin grinned.

"That was two years ago. Neither of us could cum."

"Wanna feel mine?"

"Sure. And you can feel mine if you want."

The two reached over and each gently took the other's stiff dick in his hands. Both boys were uncut. Aaron's was of typical size for a thirteen-year-old, about three-and-a-half inches and thin, and the skin stayed up over the knob when it was stiff. His hairs were fine and light blond and restricted to a little patch at the base of his dick. At fifteen, Justin's dick was close to five inches and with constant wanking his foreskin slid down to form a collar about his mushroom cap-shaped knob. His dick was a darker color, as were his balls, and he had a thick patch of curly brown hairs.

"When you fiddle with it, you use all your fingers or just your thumb and first one?"

"My thumb and first two," Aaron responded.

"I do it that way sometimes. And sometimes I use my whole fist."

Justin slowly drew his foreskin the rest of the way back, exposing the sensitive pinkish skin below his knob, and then he slowly drew it back up, drawing it up over the knob to the tip. Aaron did the same. Not as accustomed to pulling his skin all the way back, it felt strange to have his knob exposed. The boys worked slowly, almost in slow motion. They were in no hurry and wanted to enjoy every second. It was exciting doing it together, side by side, and they stole glances over at each other now and then. Aaron fidgeted and squirmed with the familiar tingling sensation around his knob, and he noticed Justin was squirming also.

"Feels great don't it?" Justin asked.

"Oh yeah," Aaron replied, and considering if he should do it for a moment, he sang to the accompaniment of two hands clapping:

All around the world

Everywhere I go

I've learned a new dance

That I want you to know you've got to

Shake it to the left

Shake it to the right

Shake it everybody

Cuz it feels so right

Just shake it

Just shake it.

"Oh yeah," observed Justin. "This is one dance boys all over the world know."

"So, like, how do you know, you know, when it's going to happen?"

"Oh, you'll know," Justin replied with a grin. Jacking off was awesome, and he knew jacking off with someone else was even better, but to be doing it with someone for their very first time all the way was totally wicked. Justin was feeling so hot he had to stop or he'd be blasting far ahead of Aaron, and it being his first time, he wanted Aaron to go off first.

"What's wrong?"

"Watching you wanking off is so fucking hot I got to stop and cool off or I'm going to blast."

"Watching you is cool too," Aaron observed. "Yours is big."

"Yeah, well, when I was your age I don't think mine was as big as yours," Justin observed as he began to wank again.

Aaron had never worked his foreskin up and down over his knob for so long before, and his glans was tingling ferociously. He'd gone well past that point where he'd usually stopped and his heart rose in his chest in anxiety as he slowly worked his thumb and first two fingers up and down his blood-engorged cock. It suddenly seemed to go numb, as if it had fallen asleep, and he quickly stopped. When Justin assured him that it was quite all right, he resumed working his fist up and down his cock extremely slowly, his young dicklet feeling much different now. It almost felt like it had become detached from his body, and it seemed to have gotten even harder. He ever so slowly pulled back on his skin, drawing it right off his knob and pulling it back still further along the shaft, and then he slowly pushed it back up over his numb dick head.

Suddenly he felt a spasm in his groin, as if he'd pulled a muscle, but the young singer and dancer was familiar with that feeling, and this was not quite that. Accompanying it was a sudden urge to pee, badly and suddenly. With his heart racing in anxiety and arousal, he opened his mouth to tell Justin but before he could say anything he felt it gushing up the center of his cock and it was happening too fast and too forcefully for him to stop it. He inhaled sharply, his heart suspended in his chest in mortification as his stuff shot out of his peehole, but what shot out wasn't piss. The thirteen-year-old stared down at the white juice squirting out of his dick, his eyes wide and his jaw slack. He quivered and gasped with a quavering breath with the first ejaculation of his life as shot after shot squirted out of his burning peehole and his legs felt even weaker than they did after hours of dance practice.

Justin knew just how awesome that first time was. He had been holding back and seeing Aaron squirting for the first time and the look of awe and ecstasy on the thirteen-year-old's face was so wicked there was no way he was able to hold back any longer. He eagerly wanked on his dick, and within seconds of Aaron coming Justin began to squirt out his juice also, shooting his load with just as much force as Aaron was shooting his. For the next minute the two young boys stood there panting for breath and holding their hot, throbbing dicks. Justin finally drew his fingers up, squeezing out the cum left in his cock. The thick milky juice oozed out the burning tip and hung in a long pendant, finally breaking off and landing in the straw. As he repeated the motion, he squeezed out another dollop.

"You have to milk the last bit out," he explained. "If you don't, it'll ooze out and you'll have to walk around with a wet spot in the front of your boxers the rest of the day."

"Don't want that," Aaron giggled lightheadedly. He squeezed his still stiff cock at the base and slowly pulled up on it and a bit of cum oozed out his dick. Unlike Justin's, his was thinner and remained connected to the tip of his dick. He repeated the motion, squeezing out another droplet that oozed down the streamer to join the other droplet. It broke off and quickly soaked into the straw. Pulling up on his dick again, he stared down at the opening as more cum oozed out and flowed over his finger tips. It felt so hot, and so sticky. He repeated the milking motion a few more times until no more oozed out and he released his cock and looked at the milky streaks on his fingers.

"Cum feels wicked don't it," Justin said, marking more of a statement than asking a question.

"Yeah."

"If you do it in bed, you gotta be sure you have a lot of tissue to catch it and to wipe yourself off with afterward."

"Thanks. I'll remember that."

"Feels awesome to shoot a load, huh?"

"Oh yeah."

"Was that really your first time?"

"Yeah."

"Cool," Justin said with a smile.

Wiping their fingers off on the hay, the boys pulled up their shorts and underwear and returned to picking peas. With every move he made, Aaron could feel his dick in his boxers and was sure it was leaking more cum. It was awesome. That night, both fell asleep thinking about the afternoon.

The next day the boys joined several others on a half day horse ride and Justin showed Aaron the basics of riding, a new experience for Aaron and one of Justin's favorite pastimes. While everyone else continued on that afternoon, the two boys returned to the farm, figuring half a day was enough for Aaron's first time. Besides, Justin wanted to get Aaron alone so he could find out how he was feeling about the previous afternoon. Aaron was just as eager to be alone with Justin. Arriving back at the farm, they unsaddled the horses and proceeded to bush them down and feed and water them. Then stripping down to the waist, Justin showed Aaron a few more of the basic moves for Tai Chi Chuan. It was a scorcher of an afternoon and they were soon sweating profusely.

"It's getting too hot to practice anymore," Justin finally announced.

"Yeah, I'm sweating like a pig."

"We can take a break in the shade, or we can go up in the hayloft."

"Let's go up in the hayloft," Aaron replied immediately, and then added sheepishly, "if you want to." He hoped he hadn't sounded too eager.

"Sure."

The two boys climbed up into the loft and sat down on the bales of hay.

"So," began Justin hesitantly. "You think about what we did yesterday at all?"

"That's all I've been able to think about."

"Oh?"

"Yeah, it was so fucking awesome," Aaron replied. "I'm glad you talked me into going all the way."

"Well, I didn't really have to do that much talking," the fifteen-year-old said with a grin.

"That's true," Aaron agreed with a smile.

"I'm glad you liked it."

"Oh yeah, it was wicked. How often can a guy do it?"

"Make his stuff?"

"Yeah."

"I dunno. The most I've done it is four times in a day."

"In one day?" Aaron asked, his eyes wide with amazement.

"Yeah," Justin replied with a grin. "I was super horny."

"Wow."

"Frankie says he read that when you're young like us it just takes a night's sleep to refill your balls. He says guys can keep making sperm all their life, though not as much or as often when they get older."

"That's great," Aaron said with a grin, "because now I know what it's like, I plan on making plenty."

Justin laughed, and so did Aaron. "You feeling horny now?" Justin asked.

"Yeah," Aaron replied, a twinkle in his brown eyes and his heart speeding up as he hoped Justin was thinking the same thing he was.

"Wanna try something different?"

"Sure. What?" Aaron replied, ready to do anything his new friend suggested.

"It's called sixty-nine."

"I know a card game called crazy eights."

"This is way better than any card game, and I don't think you'll want to play it with your mom," Justin said with a chuckle, "though you could."

"So whatta we do?" Aaron asked eagerly.

"Just do what I do," Justin replied, unbuckling his belt and pulling down his fly.

Aaron readily dropped his shorts and boxers. When the young actor told him to lie down and face the other direction with his head at his crotch, Aaron knew immediately what was coming. "Do guys really do this?" the thirteen-year-old asked as he got into position, having heard plenty of guys tell others to do it as an insult but never really considering if guys did it for real.

"They sure do," Justin replied, admiring the soft, delicate penis and smooth balls now inches from his face.

The teen was eager to suck on the young boy's dick. He was horny as hell, which was no surprise considering he was a healthy teenage boy, and being away from Frankie for two weeks had made him extra itchy. It was more than just being horny though. Justin plain and simple enjoyed sucking dick. He enjoyed the taste of dick, he enjoyed the smell of dick, and he enjoyed feeling a boy's dick swelling in his mouth as he sucked on it. Of all the ways to bring another guy off, that was his favorite. He also enjoyed being sucked off. Just the idea of another boy putting his dick in his mouth was erotic, and feeling another boy's hot, moist mouth around his cock was awesome. Now he was about to introduce someone else to the joy of sucking cock, and the joy of being sucked off, which made him even hotter yet.

Picking Aaron's limp dick up at the base and opening his mouth, Justin bent forward and enveloped the young singer's cock. Aaron's dick being limp and small, the randy teenager was able to take it all in so his lips were pressed up against Aaron's sparsely-haired pubes and his smooth nuts. Running his tongue around it, Justin savored the delightful taste of young, raw pork and eagerly swallowed his dick-flavored saliva. A thrill ran down his spine and he felt an ache of desire deep in the pit of his groin. Life did not get any better.

Aaron could not believe that Justin had really put his dink in his mouth. As he stared at the young actor's cock, he knew what the teenager was expecting him to do. He could not help thinking that putting a guy's dick in your mouth was dirty, and besides, it had to taste yucky. The innocent thirteen-year-old felt a lump in his throat as he swallowed. It had felt great jacking off together yesterday, and feeling Justin's hot, moist mouth surrounding his cock was totally wicked. Reaching out, he picked up the warm, limp tube of flesh and wormed forward. He inhaled deeply, nervously. It certainly smelt appetizing, sort of cheesy and spicy. He inhaled again. They had been sweating. It had to taste like sweat and piss, but his had to also, and Justin wasn't having any difficulty with it in his mouth. As he stared at the penis in his fingers and struggled with what he should do, it began to swell. Opening his mouth wide, he plunged forward like a blond-headed shark. Once Justin got a hardon he knew he'd never be able to put it in his mouth. It was now or never.

Feeling Aaron's mouth envelop his cock, Justin slowly began to suck on his. It responded immediately and he delighted in the experience of having a boy's dick swell in his mouth. That was awesome, as was being the one responsible for turning another boy on. For the fifteen-year-old, the whole process of getting horny was just as mysterious and wonderful as the experience of ejaculation. Of course feeling Aaron's soft, little wiener becoming firm and knowing how the thirteen-year-old had to be feeling caused his own dick to swell, and knowing this was the first time Aaron had a pecker in his mouth made it swell even faster.

Being less experienced, Aaron concentrated on breathing first and foremost, certain that the growing cock in his mouth was going to gag him, not because of the taste, but because of the size. Actually, he'd decided that the taste was no different from that of his fingers, except his fingers didn't smell as wonderful as dick. Feeling the suction on his own swelling cock, he tentatively sucked on Justin's, and then sucked harder, as he might suck on a straw that was plugged. He could not believe he was doing it. He was actually sucking cock, and getting his cock sucked. Even more amazing was that it was great! It didn't taste bad, it felt awesome getting his sucked, and it was wicked sucking someone else's. As Justin licked his knob, he licked Justin's. As Justin began to slide his lips up and down his cock, he began to slide his lips up and down Justin's. By that time his cockhead was tingling and itching with a desire stronger than he had ever felt before. Jacking off all the way had been fantastic. This was even better.

Relieved that Aaron had not found what they were doing disgusting as he'd feared when the thirteen-year-old had hesitated, Justin settled in and began to enjoy himself. Frankie Muniz being the same age as he and pretty much having the same sized dick, he was used to having a longer and fatter cock to suck on. Finding that Aaron's shorter and more slender cock allowed him to more easily go all the way down, and to wrap his tongue around it, Justin decided that smaller cocks had their advantages.

It was exciting engaging in sex with a new partner, and with someone two years younger than himself. Of course knowing that Aaron had never had his cock sucked before was like doing it to a virgin, and that was really hot. Even hotter was having Aaron sucking him and knowing it was Aaron's first time. He remembered his first time, and how awesome and how frightening it had been. He also remembered how hot it had been. It was not long before he felt the familiar signs that he was about to come and he knew he was feeling too hot to delay the inevitable for very long. He reluctantly slipped his lips off Aaron's dick.

"I'm about to come," he warned huskily. "You can finish me off by jacking, or I can come in your mouth and you can spit it out, or you can swallow it. Up to you."

Aaron slipped his mouth off Justin's cock too. Looking at it jutting out and shining with his spit, he wondered if Justin's felt as exposed as his did now that Justin's mouth was not around it. "You've done this with a guy before?"

"Yeah."

"Which do you like?"

"Which do I like?"

"Coming with another guy."

"Swallowing each other's."

"Then I want to do it that way."

"Cool."

The break had reduced the passion of the two boys a bit, but being young and randy, as they began bobbing their heads once more it did not take them long to once again reach that familiar peak where they knew they'd soon be shooting their loads. Aaron wondered what it would taste like and hoped he'd be able to swallow it. In hindsight perhaps he should have settled for spitting it out, but that seemed like an insult to Justin to him. He sucked on the hot, hard cock as he slid his lips up and down the shaft from the base up to the knob. Justin was doing the same, and as he sucked on the hot blond singer's noodle, he wondered what his and Aaron's fans would say if they found out the two of them had sucked each other off. He was glad Aaron had agreed to swallow his stuff, and he wondered if Aaron's would taste as great as Frankie's. Barely a minute later the two boys found the answers to their questions.

Maybe I laugh, maybe I cry

Maybe I scream, maybe I sigh

Baby I feel, the feeling is real

Maybe I curse, maybe I squeal

Justin was the first to shoot and he warned Aaron with a long, drawn out moan as he felt the twinge in his groin and his stuff gush up his cock. Aaron had gone down on his dick and the first shot to erupt from Justin's cock shot straight down his throat before he even had time to think about swallowing. He quickly slipped his lips up the hot, throbbing cock so that the next shot struck the roof of his mouth, and the third shot squirted across his tongue. Justin quivered and moaned as he filled the thirteen-year-old's mouth with his hot juice. And then Aaron was shooting, his young, thin semen squirting rapidly into Justin's eager mouth.

It was much thinner than Frankie's or his own, and had a sweeter taste. It was delicious, and Justin quivered as he felt it flowing over his tongue. Making it even more erotic was the knowledge that this was only the second load to have ever left the young boy's balls.

Aaron was relieved to find Justin's cum was not as bad tasting as he'd feared it might be. It was a bit salty perhaps but otherwise was quite bland. What was surprising was how hot it was, and how slimy, and how much there was. It seemed like Justin was never going to stop squirting. Justin's cum oozed round his tongue and stuck to the sides of his mouth. It was like nothing he'd ever before experienced and the best he could imagine was that it was like having your mouth full of slime. He waited until Justin had finished shooting, and then he started to swallow. He quickly found out just how gelatinous cum is, and once he began to swallow he found he had to keep swallowing because it was not going to break off.

At the same time Justin began to swallow Aaron's shot. Emptying his mouth as best he could, the fifteen-year-old began to suck out the rest of Aaron's cum, eagerly sucking on the thirteen-year-old's still stiff cocklet much as a happy calf sucks on its mother's teat. He was rewarded with a thin stream of cum left up Aaron's pee tube. As the boy felt his cum being drained from his hot, throbbing cock, he began to suck the remaining cum from Justin's cock. Laying there sucking on his bone while Justin sucked on his, the no longer so innocent boy could not get over how perverted this was, and how awesome it felt.

"So," said Justin as the two boys finally sat up. "What do you think?"

"How soon before a guy can come a second time?" he asked with a twinkle in his brown eyes. A thin film of Justin's cum was still clinging to his lower lip, and his tongue snaked out and licked it up.

"Not before the others come back from their horse ride and want to use the barn," Justin replied.

"Too bad," Aaron responded.

The two boys spent Saturday morning collecting eggs, feeding the chickens and doing odd jobs while the others tackled the many other chores that were required to operate a mixed farm. A big outing to the water park was planned for the afternoon as a special treat for those whose week was coming to a close. Aaron and Justin opted to spend the time together instead which came as no surprise considering the amount of time they'd been spending together lately. Making friends being one of the reasons Aaron had been sent to the farm in the first place, and that being one of the goals of the program, the operators had no objections.

Packing a picnic lunch, the two boys ate down by the stream running through the farm, and sat and talked.

"So, you head home tomorrow," observed Justin.

"Yeah. What about you?"

"I got another week. My folks booked three."

"Cool. That's a long time."

"Yeah," Justin agreed. "They know how much I love it here, and once I get back it's going to be daily rehearsals and shoots for the next two months to get some episodes of "Malcolm in the Middle" in the can before the new season starts in September."

"Back to the old grind," Aaron said with a grin.

"Yeah."

Aaron stared at the rippling stream and wondered how he could suggest they go to the hay loft for regrettably one last time.

"Want to go to the hay loft?" asked Justin.

"Sure," Aaron replied, almost shouting. Realizing how eager he must have sounded he chuckled self-consciously, and Justin chuckled with him.

"Half the crowd here will be heading out tomorrow," Justin observed, making conversation as the two boys stood up and headed across the field for the barn.

"Yeah, I heard a lot of them saying," Aaron replied. "You know, I'm really glad I came here, and that we got to know each other."

"Me too," replied Justin, returning the smile. The two boys climbed up into the loft.

"So, you wanna jerk, or sixty-nine?" Aaron asked. He didn't really care. Just being with Justin was great enough.

Justin thought for a moment. It having been on his mind most of the morning, he did not think for a long time. "You ever neck with a girl?"

"Well, not really."

"What do you mean not really?"

"Well," Aaron began, starting to flush, "Angel and me tried kissing once, when we were something like six or seven."

"Angel?"

"My twin sister. She's a minute older than me," Aaron explained. "We were curious what it was like, and figured we'd try with each other."

"You like it?"

"Not really."

"Wanna give it another try?"

Aaron looked up at Justin. He was only two inches taller, at the most. "You mean, like, you and. . . ."

"Yeah. Sex is great, but it's doubly great with some foreplay."

"I don't know anything about that."

"I can teach you."

"So teach me, teacher," Aaron said eagerly.

Stepping up to him, Justin slipped his arms about Aaron's waist, and the thirteen-year-old automatically slipped his arms about the older boy. As Justin cocked his head and slowly leaned over, Aaron realized the fifteen-year-old actor was going to kiss him and he closed his eyes and cocked his head the other way. Their lips gently met for a brief, tender kiss. Their lips parted for a second and then Justin kissed the younger boy a second time. It was so hot kissing his smooth, tender lips, and his dick began to swell as he savored the kiss and bent forward for a third. This time it was more forceful, and when it was over instead of parting he kissed Aaron for a fourth time.

Aaron returned the kiss, surprised, pleased, and confused by how hot it was kissing a boy. This was not at all like kissing his sister. Now that had been five or six years ago mind you, and they'd been embarrassed and uncertain. After three times they'd quit. Now as Justin drew him close and their bodies pressed together and as Justin kissed him and then he kissed Justin, he did not want this to stop. His dick was starting to swell with excitement, and he could feel the bulge in Justin's jeans pressing against his stomach. Justin was getting turned on too.

Pulling Aaron's shirt out of his pants, Justin slipped his hands under his shirt and began to massage his smooth, warm back, running his fingers up to his deltoids and caressing them with sweeping circles as their kisses became briefer and more urgent. Aaron copied his teacher, pulling out the older boy's shirt and caressing his back also, although not with the same expertise. Kissing Aaron on the cheek and on his neck, Justin began to unbutton his shirt. Again Aaron followed suit and unbuttoned Justin's shirt and slipped it over his shoulders. Kissing Justin on the neck, he recalled love scenes he'd seen on television, usually in passing as he flipped through the channels as at thirteen he wasn't into watching romances, and he bent farther down and kissed Justin's chest. When the fifteen-year-old boy sighed with evident pleasure, Aaron kissed him more passionately, continuing down his smooth chest until his lips met his left nipple. Aaron began to smother it with kisses, causing the older boy to squirm and his dick to become even harder. Delighted he was able to bring the boy some pleasure on his own after all Justin had taught him these past few days, Aaron nibbled at the irritated nip.

"Oh yeah! Oh fuck that's so hot. Suck on it. Ohhhh, yeah!" Justin groaned as his young pupil fastened his lips over his teat and sucked on it as if he was expecting him to give milk. As Aaron ran his tongue over the aroused nipple, he felt it growing firm and he continued to suck and lick until it was hard. As he began to do the same to Justin's other nipple, Justin ran his hands over Aaron's young, smooth chest and caressed his little pink nips, causing them to quickly become hard also. Aaron squirmed with the strange arousal, having never had his nipples aroused before, and his cock, bent in an awkward position in his pants, ached as it tried to straighten out.

As if sensing that, Justin reached down and fumbled with Aaron's belt. Keeping his lips fastened to Justin's teat like a horny lamprey, Aaron reached down and began to unbuckle Justin's belt also. Unbuttoning the top button of Aaron's jeans, Justin pulled down the thirteen- year-old's fly and pushed down his pants. Aaron's young stiff dick straightened out and poked out of the fly of his boxers as if impatient to begin. Justin waited for Aaron to get his jeans down, and then he slipped his fingers under the elastic band of his boxers and pushed them off the boy's small, smooth butt. The underwear caught up on his boner and Justin had to reach around and unhook it before he could push his Joe Boxers the rest of the way down. Aaron had the same difficulty with Justin's boxers, but the two boys eventually managed to push underwear and jeans down to the ankles.

Backing Aaron up to where the hay bales had been stacked, Justin lifted him up onto the bales and eased him down on his back. Kicking off his shoes, jeans, and underwear, he removed Aaron's, along with his socks, and then dropping to his knees, he had Aaron raise his legs in the air to reveal his pucker. Aaron did as instructed, and wrapped his arms about his legs under the knees to support them. The boy having barely begun puberty, his pucker was as smooth as a baby's.

"What, wha, wha, aaaahhh, unngh," gasped Aaron as he felt something hot and moist against his anus and as he slowly realized Justin was licking his asshole. He could not believe the fifteen-year-old was actually doing that, and even more unbelievable was how awesome it felt having someone striking their tongue against that perverse part of your body. Working up a mouth of spittle, Justin pressed his lips against Aaron's tiny, virgin hole and blew his saliva into his rectum. He repeated the act, working up several mouthfuls of spittle. He then took his middle finger and caressed Aaron's sphincter, causing it to contract and dilate, and finally he slipped the tip in.

Aaron could not believe this. He'd seen plenty of guys give others the finger, adults and teens alike, even a few preteens, and there he was, laying on his back in the hayloft with Justin Berfield slipping his middle finger up his ass. It felt great, and when Justin got it all the way in to his last knuckle, if felt weird. Even more weird was when the boy began to finger fuck his ass. His little dicklet jerked about excitedly as the stimulation rippled up his rectum. It was awesome!

Removing his finger, Justin stood, and grasping his aching dick by the base, he stepped forward. Aaron realized what was about to happen, but by then he was so hot, he didn't have a moment's hesitation. He was about to be fucked, and the thought of Justin sticking his cock inside him was so erotic he tensed with eager anticipation. Of all the fantasies he'd had about his first fuck, this had not been one of them, but now he could not wait for it to happen.

"You gotta relax," Justin advised. "Take a couple deep breaths. Really deep. When you feel my dick against your hole you gotta push out, like you're taking a dump, and keep pushing out til I get it in."

With those instructions, Justin placed the tip of his hard, hot dick against Aaron's hole and pushed forward. He felt Aaron opening up ever so slowly as he pushed out as he'd been instructed to do. Aaron was one hot, cute boy, and knowing that he was the first to fuck the sexy little singer made it all the hotter. He remembered the first time he'd ever taken a cock up the ass, and he worked slowly and carefully, wanting Aaron's first time to be as good as his had been. His dick was long, but it was slender, and he'd done a good job of lubing Aaron's hole with his spittle and preparing him with his index finger, so ever so slowly fraction by fraction he felt his dick entering the boy. He inhaled deeply and pushed forward, and then taking another deep breath, he pushed forward again. He could hear Aaron breathing loudly also as the two struggled to unite.

Everyone together sing it loud

Come get it

Jump all around come on

Come get it

What . . .

Come get it

Say it again

come get it

People all around you gotta

Come get it.

Standing there before the youngster, Justin grasped his upraised legs and staring into his deep brown eyes, pushed forward. Watching the expression on his face as he slowly penetrated him, Justin gradually eased his cock up Aaron's ass until his loins were pressing against the young boy's smooth butt.

Aaron could not believe it. As he felt Justin's thighs press against his ass cheeks and his hairs press against the cord that runs between a guy's balls and his dick, he realized the boy had sunk his entire cock up his ass. Then as he began to draw it back out the same pleasant stimulation as when he took a dump rippled through his rectum. As soon as Justin's knob was about to stretch open his sphincter, the boy paused and sunk his cock back in, and once again Aaron trembled as he felt Justin's cock deep up his rectum. Over and over Justin worked his hips, and over and over he worked his cock in and out of the hot, moist chamber. Gradually he felt the pressure rising and he became more and more anxious to shoot his load. At last he felt the familiar twang in his groin and his seed shot out and into the young blond singer. He grunted and groaned as he filled the young boy with his seed, and Aaron sighed and snorted with equal pleasure.

Justin paused to enjoy the sensation for several minutes, remaining totally motionless, and telling Aaron to do so also. Then he finally eased his still stiff cock out. Bending over and working up a mouth of drool, Justin dribbled his saliva over Aaron's still stiff tool. Then telling Aaron to take his place, the fifteen-year-old boy lay on his back and threw his legs up in the air as Aaron had done. Telling his pupil that he was hot enough that the boy didn't have to rim him, which he first of all had to define, he eagerly told the boy to place the tip of his cock against his hole and to push forward slowly. Aaron was eager to give Justin the same pleasure as the older boy had given him, and he followed his instructions exactly.

He could not believe it. He was sticking his dick up another boy's ass. He was fucking. He'd been fucked, and now he was doing it. His dick being slender and Justin being hot, it was not that difficult for him to slip it in. It was not that difficult to slip it out either, and his first couple thrusts and withdrawals resulted in him pulling it out too far and having to start over. It did not, however, take long for the horny thirteen-year-old to set up a rhythm, and he was soon swaying his naked boy to and fro and working his young teen dick in and out of the other boy's ass. He inhaled deeply, and the air scented with the fresh, sweet hay and the musk of two boys in heat magnified his delight.

Justin grinned up at the young boy plowing his ass and he knew exactly how he was feeling, remembering the awe he'd had that first time. The delight of having a hot, moist ass gripping your cock and releasing it in time to your thrusts and withdrawals, the pleasure rippling through your stiff cock and the burning of your knob as you eased it in and out, and the awe of having your cock inside another boy for the first time is impossible to describe. For himself, it was wicked knowing that he was the first boy Aaron had ever fucked, and even though Aaron's dick was not as large as Frankie's the slenderness added to the thrill of being fucked by the younger boy.

Aaron looked down at Justin dreamily as he worked his hips to and fro, as he felt the tension building in his groin, as he thought about how it was going to be to shoot his load inside another boy. It was so wicked feeling himself in someone, and that thought alone pushed him over the edge. With a whimper of pleasure, he shuddered and shot his load into Justin. Shot after shot erupted from his body and his legs went so weak he had to grasp onto Justin's legs to support himself.

"That was so fucking wicked," he finally managed to whisper as he pulled out.

"Oh, yeah," agreed Justin as he sat up, his butthole now filled with the thirteen-year-old's cum.

The two boys embraced and kissed fondly, lovingly, nibbling at each other's lips and cheeks, and holding each other tightly, the one naked, the other in only his socks, until they heard the others pull into the farm yard. Heading to the main house to talk to the couple who ran the farm retreat before a heading to the bunkhouse to wash up for the evening meal, and receiving the news that he wanted to hear, Aaron phoned home

"Hi, Mom? Yeah, it's I. No, there's nothing wrong. I'm having a great time. In fact, that's why I'm phoning. Can I stay another week?" His heart rose in his chest as he listened to the response. "Wicked! Love ya!" he shouted. With a wide happy grin, the young singer hummed a familiar song as he headed for the bunkhouse.

We've traveled so far

To explore the mysteries of life

And the reality of your youth

Is overlooked by those who restrict our freedom

Our freedom of expression

Our freedom to get wild

This is Aaron

And this my world

And it's yers

Stop

Everyone get wild wild wild wild

Whoah, I get wild

Whoah, I get wild.