Caution/Welcome. It is August 1st, five days before the beginning of Aaron Carter's 2002 Rock, Rap and Retro Tour. Getting a distraught phone call from his good friend and fellow performer, Jesse McCartney, the fourteen-year-old pop star flies to New York City to console the troubled teen, resulting in some angst of his own. This is a gay fantasy and does not reflect nor imply a real event nor the real sexual orientation of these two hot young singers. References to the court case involving the Dream Street band is based on the subsequent court statement and news releases and portrays one interpretation of the events surrounding Jesse reflected in a number of the commentaries on the case. This is the twenty-second of stand alone stories in a series of Aaron Carter and Friends fanfic gay fantasies and chronologically follows the story "Aaron and Bow Wow: Puppy Love". Previous stories about Aaron and Jesse are the fifteenth "Aaron: Sweet Dreams" and the eighteenth "Aaron and Jesse". 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 those described without the permission of the author. Lyrics are copyright of Charmin and Jesse McCartney. Comments, story suggestions, and hot gossip about Aaron and Jesse can be sent to the author J.O. Dickingson at authorsix@hotmail.com
AARON AND JESSE: DISILLUSION STREET
'Cause I just don't understand
We had the future in our hands
Baby there's no way to carry on
The dream is gone, gone, gone....
Such a close harmony
But we lost the beat.
When Aaron answered the phone that Thursday night, it took him a couple minutes to figure out who was calling him, and he could barely understand anything the caller said he was so broken up. What with outbreaks of sobbing and his voice cracking with emotion, and with long, silent pauses, the speaker was barely coherent and Aaron spent most of the time convincing the speaker not to hang up. When he finally did, Aaron immediately told his mother what had transpired and of his promise. With the commencement of his tour only days away, Jane Carter was not keen about his decision but Aaron was persistent and knowing how difficult he could be when he got pissed off, she finally agreed to arrange for a standby flight. The next morning Aaron was on the plane for New York City thanks to a cancellation.
Jesse and his mother met Aaron at the airport and Mrs McCartney drove the boys directly home. Leaving them in Jesse's bedroom, she immediately left again to go shopping for groceries. She didn't really have to, but she knew the two boys had to have some time alone, which was also why she'd suggested they put Aaron up in Jesse's room rather than the guest bedroom, and why his brother Timmy and sister Lea were away that weekend visiting friends. The past four months had been hard on Jesse, and on her, and she was hoping Aaron would be able to cheer Jesse up.
That was exactly what Aaron was hoping to do. The flight from Marathon taking four hours of air time plus the hour layover at Fort Lauderdale, Aaron had plenty of time to think what he would say and to memorize the key points, statements of assurance and encouragement, and of comfort and understanding. However, when he heard the front door close and he looked at Jesse, his mind suddenly went blank. Jesse's eyes, those beautiful emerald eyes, were as bloodshot and red-rimmed as a fifty-year-old alcoholic and he looked like hell.
"So you wanna go bike riding or something? We could borrow my dad's bike." Jesse knew Aaron liked to motorbike, but that wasn't something he was into nor had access to.
"No, that's fine, thanks."
"Too bad Mom took off so fast. We could have had her drop us off at the pool." He knew Aaron liked swimming also.
"That's okay."
"We could go down to the park and toss a baseball around." Baseball was one thing he and Aaron had in common. He knew a lot about Aaron's likes and dislikes. He'd read up all he could about Aaron when Dream Street had been contracted as his opening act on his Winter Tour at the beginning of the year, and they'd gotten to know each other over the next two months. You don't travel together and practice and perform on the same stage day after day without getting to learn a lot about each other, the good and the bad. After the hot orgy he, Aaron and the rest of the Dream Street guys had on Valentine's Day and then the even hotter night just the two of them had the end of February, there was little that either one of them didn't know about the other from the scar on Jesse's left eyebrow to how Aaron's feet felt on his stiff cock. Aaron's empathy and understanding that night as he'd tried to sort out what he should do professionally with respect to his career, and sort out his own feelings about guys personally, had played a major part in helping him find peace with himself back then, and it was something he would never forget.
"Maybe later."
The two boys stood there in silence and awkwardly shuffled from one foot to the other. Jesse wanted to show Aaron his gratitude for coming despite his insistence it was not necessary, but the one way he knew he could express his thanks he was afraid to approach. Five months had passed by since that intimate night in February, and he had thought about it frequently, but though since then he and Aaron had talked frequently on his cell phone, his one true obsession, they had never discussed what they'd done. Aaron had also thought frequently about that night and it had been the basis of more than a few hot jerk off sessions, and he had thought of several brilliant ways of steering the conversation in that direction while he'd been in the air, but now every one of them seemed dorky.
"I feel like a total idiot having bothered you yesterday."
"Hey, nonsense. It was no bother," responded Aaron. "Besides, you have to be perfect to be totally something and you're not that good," he added, trying to make a joke.
Jesse smiled, but it was a weak smile. "Really, I made such a fool of myself yesterday, blubbering and everything."
"No you didn't."
"I did, and stop being so bloody nice about it," Jesse replied. His voice was not angry, but it was firm, and sharp. He got that way, especially when he was worried or didn't have enough sleep. It was one thing that his fans often mentioned and misinterpreted as being rude or having an attitude. "I shouldn't have bothered you, and you shouldn't have come. You have more important things to do."
"More important than coming to the aide of a friend? I don't think so."
"Humph, some friend, making you fly all the way up here when you got a tour in a few days."
"Hey, I said it was no problem. Besides, this will help distract me. You know how tense things are just before you go on tour." The moment the words were out of his mouth Aaron knew it had been the wrong thing to say, and the flicker in Jesse's eyes confirmed it. There were two things Jesse could not hide, his feelings, and when he was horny. While he'd been on the Winter Tour he was forever popping boners, and he was forever being teased about how his face was an open window into whatever he was feeling or thinking. "Hey, I'm sorry."
"Don't be. You got nothing to be sorry about."
"Well, going on tour isn't all that great. The long, boring bus rides, the strange hotel beds, the long hours. . . ."
"Bullshit." What Aaron had said was true, but all the negatives were minor compared to the positives, especially the rush of performing live and seeing all the fans in person across the country. That he was really missing since the dispute between the band and their producers had put an end to their performing.
"I know how much you must miss being on tour. This business between you guys and your producers really sucks."
"Tell me about it!" Jesse replied sourly.
"Can you talk about it?"
"Well, we're not supposed to, not to nobody, but I don't see it matters considering what some supposed adults have leaked to the media and posted on the Internet."
Aaron wasn't sure what he was referring to nor which adults, but his bitterness was clear. He decided not to pursue the matter.
"So when is the court decision supposed to be?
"Next week. The seventh."
"Must be scary."
"Yeah, it is."
"So what do you think will be the decision?"
"Dream Street is over. Finished. Down the toilet."
"That's too bad."
"All the reasons were so fucking fakey," Jesse sighed. "And so unnecessary."
"Hey, you're a great singer, and actor. Things will improve."
"Yeah sure. Seven months ago I was singing before packed crowds of screaming fans and my name was found in every major magazine in the country. Last month I sang a jingle for Charmin Ultra." Picking up the pillow on his bed he slammed it back down on the bed. "Shit!"
"You didn't."
"I did. Greg and I."
"You shit for a Charmin commercial?"
Jesse glanced at Aaron and the corners of his lips slowly curled. "I'm not that desperate, though I wouldn't vouch for some others. Some others we both know would lick ass for a Charmin commercial."
Again his bitterness could not be more clear, but Aaron really had no idea who he was referring to. "Sometimes the producers do push the PR stuff ," he began.
"Not the producers," Jesse interrupted.
Aaron knew who that left. It was not unusual. He'd seen it plenty of times. His own mother wasn't beyond it. "So your career is on hold. Big deal. Things will come around." Jesse did not look convinced. "I thought you wanted to leave Dream Street and your request had been approved anyway."
"It had."
"But I heard this law suit was over not being allowed out of your contract?"
"It is."
"But how can you sue to be let out of your contract if you've already been let out?"
"You haven't met Maryann Raposo, or Mama Galasso."
"I have."
"Oh yeah, that's right."
Jesse stared at the floor and struggled with his emotions, but he could not hold back the hurt nor the anger. First one tear broke past the quivering lower lid, and it was quickly followed by a second and third, and once the gate had been breached, a flood followed. Aaron wrapped his arm about the sobbing teen and slowly walking him backward to his bed, sat him down. Throwing his arms about his fellow singer and burying his face in his shoulder, Jesse let it all out. Aaron sat there, holding the trembling youth tightly, letting him cry it out.
"Fuck. I'm such a wuss."
So if you're a kid Or a Bear!--
Charmin Ultra's got softness to spare.
"No you aren't. Anyone would be upset to see their band dissolve, especially this way."
"It's disappointing, but it isn't that. Like you said, I'd already decided to leave. I'd come to terms with leaving the band and the guys after our talk the end of February."
"Big move," Aaron observed. "It's gotta be tough worrying about your career. I know it's not the same, but whenever I produce a new album I worry what will happen if it flops. It's not as big as making the career change you have, and I know doing a bit commercial about ass wipe isn't the same as performing on stage, but--."
"It isn't that either. I'm not going to have the PR machine DSE has, but I sorted that all out too, and I got ways and means to keep my career going."
"Hey, if it's what the court."
"Fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!" Aaron looked at Jesse but said nothing. "It's none of those fucking things! You don't get it! You don't fucking get it at all!"
Aaron didn't. He didn't get it. Jesse pulled back and stared at Aaron in frustration and desperation, his eyes pleading for understanding and then reflecting his regret for his outburst. "I'm sorry. Oh God, I'm so sorry."
Tears again filled his eyes. "I'm not angry at you. Honest. How can you understand? You got a perfect family."
"Well, I wouldn't exactly say that," Aaron said with a smile, trying to lighten the mood. Besides, he didn't.
"It's my Mom!" Jesse blurted. "It's my fuckin' Mom." Tears rolled down his cheek as he looked up at Aaron in despair.
The dream is gone.
Hey, I just gotta say
Yeah, yeah . . . Just tell me . . .
Why did you have to lie?
Aaron reached out and placed his hand on Jesse's shoulder but said nothing. He waited, allowing Jesse to pull himself together before speaking. "I don't understand."
"We had it. We had it done and over with. That night, that night the end of February, with you and I," Jesse choked. Aaron nodded as he thought back to that night though he still did not understand. "That night, after you and I talked, I decided. I decided what it was I wanted to do with my life. My mom and I talked about it the next day, and gave ourselves two days to really think of the ramifications, and then we wrote a letter to Lukow and Baldonieri March 1 asking to be released from my contract. We wrote it together. They granted the release March 26."
"Then why the court case?"
"I told you. The others. They first of all gave her shit for sending the letter, my mom, saying if I left it would break up the group. Greg's mom was really upset with that idea, that my leaving would result in the whole group breaking up. Then they switched and told her she should sign the papers they were planning on filing to get out of the contract with DSE, that we should be in this together, that we had to sign as a group, because we were the Dream Street, and that if we didn't it would weaken their case, especially since Chris and his mother said they wanted no part of it. So she did, she filed the papers like they wanted. Fuck! Fuck them all! She should have stood up to them, like Chris's mom. She should have told them no. We were already fucking out! We didn't have to be part of any of this fucking shit."
"So it's true Chris and his mother are staying with DSE."
"Yeah."
"That took guts, to say no to the others."
"You are so right. They really made things rough for Chris's mom, and for Chris. Greg and Frankie especially. They called him all sorts of names, asskisser, suckhole, Benedict Arnold, faggot." A moment of regret flashed through his eyes as he considered how that word had to impact on Aaron, but it was only a moment. He was too angry for it to last. "And his mother. She almost had a nervous breakdown the way the other moms treated her, especially Greg's and Frankie's."
"It took you guts too, to send in your letter wanting out of the band."
"Huh, lot of good it did," Jesse snorted.
"Well, it's no wonder your mother gave in to their pressure. I know how persuasive they can be, and how domineering."
Jesse had thought about and had realized the pressure his mother had been under and still was, but in his anger with the other mothers and his self pity, in his fears about how this was all going to play out, and in his disillusion with his mother, he'd let his other emotions downplay that pressure. Aaron was right. It was next to impossible to stand up to Maryann Raposo and Lisa Galasso. Next to, but not impossible. Bottom line still was Chris's mom had, his hadn't. Chris's mom had said she'd made the decision because it was what Chris wanted, and what she thought was best for him. He wasn't sure what his mother's reason was other than it wasn't because what he'd wanted. They'd already made that decision.
"Hey, remember, I've met the Dream Makers."
"You know that's what they were calling themselves?"
"Yeah," Aaron said with a shrug. "Their attitude was pretty obvious from what was going on, the way they were always hanging around back stage, and always in the middle of everything right down to what you guys were eating and when you took your breaks, the arguments with your producers. Typical stage moms."
"Including mine."
"Hey, my mom's the same. And your mom wasn't as bad as Greg's or Frankie's. Now those two are two pushy broads. I mean it's no wonder your mom joined them."
Jesse looked up at Aaron and his lower lip quivered as tears once again filled his burning eyes. "Thanks."
Aaron reached over and wiped a tear from Jesse's cheek, and instead of saying anything, he leaned over and kissed him. The kiss was followed by a second, and a third. They were not the kisses they'd exchanged the last time they'd kissed, kisses driven by lust and designed to turn each other on. They were not the kisses of lovers either, like the tender and caring kisses he and Shad Moss had exchanged recently. They were kisses of compassion rather than passion, kisses of a Platonic love rather than of sensual desire. Jesse returned the kisses, light, tender pecks on the cheeks, the lips, and the eyelids.
Dropping his hand to Jesse's lap, Aaron dared to slip his tongue into Jesse's mouth and was pleased when Jesse made no attempt to draw back. Considering Jesse's disconcertment and despair over his mother, Aaron was not sure how he'd respond to a sexual overture, and was relieved when Jesse reciprocated. He stuck his tongue in further, running it over Jesse's tongue, sliding it through Jesse's spittle. Feeling Jesse's tongue sliding along side his, he quivered as he felt Jesse's tongue further penetrate his mouth and he immediately sucked on it, drawing it in still further. There was no remaining doubt as he felt the swelling in Jesse's khakis.
With their lips locked together and their tongues exploring each other's mouths, Aaron slowly unbuttoned Jesse's shirt and pulled it out of his pants. Slipping it over his shoulders Aaron eased it off and pushing Jesse back, lowered the fifteen-year-old down on his back. He kissed Jesse's neck, and then skipped along his smooth chest to his right nipple. He licked and kissed and sucked on the sensitive bud until it became firm, and then kissed over to the other and did the same to it. Following the indentation in Jesse's chest, Aaron continued down, kissing the smooth skin down to his belly button where he paused to fasten his lips about it and give it a long, moist kiss, causing the fifteen-year-old to squirm with desire. Undoing Jesse's belt, he unsnapped the top of his khakis and pulled down his fly. Jesse raised his ass as Aaron slipped his hands inside his khakis and eased them over his hips and down his legs.
Wiggling up further onto the bed, Jesse lay there passively as Aaron slipped his pants off along with his socks. Aaron was tempted to go straight to his feet, but decided to save that delight for later. Slipping his hands under the elastic band of Jesse's boxers, he slowly drew them down as Jesse assisted by raising his ass once again. His cock was already partially erect, and chucking aside his boxers Aaron zeroed in on it. Nuzzling the limp organ and damp balls, he was rewarded by the musky odour. Slipping his lips over the limp organ, he sucked on it gently, and the tumescent organ began to swell even faster. As far as Aaron was concerned, having another boy's cock swelling with desire in your hands or your mouth had to be one of the most satisfying experiences a boy can have and he took his time, delighting in Jesse's arousal and in the joy of turning another boy on.
Aaron did that well, and Jesse lay back and concentrated on the pleasure building in his loins. It was not the first time the hot pop singer had his dick in his mouth, and he'd spent many a night jerking off and recalling the mutual blow jobs they'd engaged in back on tour. Slowly raising his upper torso and supporting himself on his elbows and forearms, he glanced down his naked body through half-closed eyes at the blond-headed youth sucking on his dick like it was a milk-filled teat. His cock quivered with the sight and the knob ached. He briefly debated if he should tell Aaron to crawl up on the bed so they could sixty-nine but decided instead to just lay there and enjoy what Aaron was doing to him for a while. Other than his memories of their earlier sexual exploration and his jerk off fantasies, he hadn't had many happy thoughts the past five months, and it was refreshing to just concentrate on the pleasure pulsating between his legs and forget everything else, even if it was going to be only for a few minutes.
His cock quickly became fully erect and his blood beat through the stiff member in time with his increasing heart beat. Aaron finally slipped his mouth off the rock hard organ and glanced down at it admiringly. Deciding to give men a penis was the smartest thing God had ever done! Aaron had, over the past year, discovered just how many different variations there are on that delightful organ, in length, thickness, curvature, skin texture, colour, skin coverage, and type of knob. Jesse's dick had grown a good half inch since he'd last had sex with him, back at the end of February just before the end of his tour, and now stood at five and a half inches. The skin was smooth and tight and still clung to his knob. Aaron slowly pulled it down, revealing the reddish bulb-like knob that contrasted with the milk white shaft of the fifteen-year-old. A Y-flap of skin connected his foreskin to the underside of his cock, and the thick blue vein that ran up the underside was visible under the skin of the shaft.
Grasping Jesse's cock at the base with his thumb and forefinger and holding it straight up, Aaron leaned over and sticking out his tongue, ran it up the underside, tracing the thick blue vein from Jesse's loose balls up along the shaft to the Y-flap of skin. He continued up along the inverted funnel along the underside of the bulb, following it to the sensitive, quivering slit at the tip. He wiggled the tip of his tongue against the opening, causing Jesse to quiver with desire, and then swirled his tongue around Jesse's bulb, beginning at the tip and working slowly around and down to the rim like he was licking an ice cream cone. As his hot, moist tongue ran around the rim of Jesse's bulb, the fifteen-year-old jerked and quivered uncontrollably with the shivers of stimulation darting through his aroused glans. Aaron ran his tongue back down his shaft to his balls, this time beside the blue vein, and then ran his tongue back up beside the path he'd followed down.
And so the hot, brown-eyed, fourteen-year-old pop singer, the idol of thousands of teenage and twink girls, knelt there on the bedroom floor licking the cock of the sexy-eyed blond fifteen-year-old, the youngest member of the Dream Street band and the heartthrob of thousands of girls himself. Aaron delighted in cock more than anything else in the world, more than the screaming fans and the fame and the money and privileges of being one of, if not the, top solo teenage pop star of the time. There was nothing more beautiful than a boy's cock, and nothing gave him a rush like pleasing another boy. That was his goal whenever he had sex with another guy, to please the other guy as much as the guy was pleasing him, but this afternoon he dedicated himself to that goal with an even greater passion than usual. He wanted Jesse to forget all his problems and fears and anger and sorrow if even just for the afternoon, and he was determined to do his best to achieve just that.
Opening his mouth wide, he slipped it over Jesse's knob and closed his lips just past the ridge. He knelt there motionlessly, allowing his spittle to baste over the blood-engorged flesh, allowing Jesse to fully concentrate on the delight of having a hot, moist mouth engulfing his knob. He was tempted to suck, and to slip his lips down Jesse's shaft, but he held back. He wanted Jesse to appreciate every second of what was happening to him. His own cock was tenting out his cargo pants and aching for attention and he reached down and gave it a comforting squeeze, but afforded it no further attention. For now he wanted to concentrate on pleasing Jesse.
And that was what he did. Waiting until he knew Jesse would not be able to stand it any longer, he gently sucked on his knob and swallowed the saliva that had basted it, sending a shiver of desire down his spine and a shiver down Jesse's, the fifteen-year-old well aware that he was swallowing his spittle and that it was flavoured with his dick. He slowly slid his lips down the shaft until Jesse's knob was pressing against the back of his mouth and then slowly eased his lips back up. He worked slowly and paused frequently, knowing from the throbbing of Jesse's cock that he was super horny.
Aaron was right. Although he jerked off almost daily, and sometimes a couple times a day, that solitary joy could not compare to having his cock sucked by another boy, and since Dream Street had ended its tour with Aaron he hadn't had an opportunity to have sex with another boy. Aaron was particularly skilful and considerate in that regard besides. The fourteen- year-old cocksucker knew there was more to sex than just getting off a load, and he toyed with Jesse's cock, bringing it to the brink and then allowing the desire to subside, only to bring it to the brink again. At first Jesse was irritated and disappointed when the desire to shoot slowly faded and he was tempted to grasp Aaron by the ears and fuck his face, but as he concentrated instead on the pleasure of having a hot, moist mouth working over his aching cock, and the pleasure of having a partner tenderly bring him to peak after peak, he lay back and enjoyed each mounting pleasure. His cock throbbed and ached and felt more swollen than it ever had before, and each time he approached his peak he hoped this would be the one and he would shoot, while at the same time hoping that there would still be one more time.
That could at some point become torture rather than pleasure of course, and Aaron knew it, and he knew when to bring it to an end. The beautiful part was that Jesse would never know when that point was until he felt the twinge deep in his loin and knew that there was no way that Aaron would be able to stop it. That twinge finally did come and Jesse threw back his head and a soft whimper escaped from his moist lips as he felt his juice begin to race up the core of his cock. Aaron was prepared and the hot young teenager slipped his lips up Jesse's cock until they were just below his bulb so he could collect the boy's slimy, thick juice in his mouth. He wanted to savour it and delight in its texture along with the satisfaction that he'd brought the horny, sexy fellow singer off.
So as Jesse squirted his juice into Aaron's mouth, Aaron swished it about with his cheeks, working it around Jesse's knob and mixing it with his saliva, all the while sucking on his spurting hose. After the initial squirts, Aaron continued to suck and once again slipped his lips down Jesse's shaft and tightening them, drew them back up, squeezing out the rest of Jesse's juice with his lips. Jesse gasped and panted as he felt Aaron's lips milking him, and he quivered with the delight of having had the most awesome blow job of his young life. When at last Aaron slipped his lips off Jesse's still stiff dick, the two boys stared at each other through glazed, dreamy eyes as Aaron swallowed Jesse's precious juice.
Riding the high of his climax, Jesse motioned for Aaron to lie down on the bed, and he quickly undid the belt and top button of his cargo pants and drew down his fly. Aaron's tented boxers poked through the opening and a wet spot revealed where he'd leaked the first drop of pre-cum. Jesse wasted no time pulling down his cargo pants and his boxers, and leaving them at Aaron's ankles and pushing up his shirt, the eager fifteen-year-old went down on the hot pop star. Aaron's cock had grown since he'd last seen it also and was only slightly shorter than his own. Like himself, Aaron was uncut, but the skin was looser and slid down when he was erect, revealing his knob, which was more mushroom-shaped than bulb-like, and a darker purplish red. The tip was damp, and as Jesse slipped his thumb and forefinger about the base of the teenage boy's stiff cock another clear droplet of pre-cum oozed out of the slit. This one was not allowed to go to waste and Jesse immediately bent over and puckering his lips sucked up the droplet of clear nectar. Aaron, propped up on his elbows, smiled at the sight of his pre-cum coating the handsome singer's lips and the hair-thin strand connecting his lips to the slit of his aching cock. The sight caused another droplet to ooze out the opening, and like a hummingbird diving for its sweet treasure, Jesse once against lowered his head and his tongue darted out.
Aaron's pre-cum was sticky and sweet, and as Jesse savoured it, his still stiff cock twitched with arousal. Lowering his head once more, he ran his tongue over Aaron's damp, sweaty balls, knowing that to concentrate on his cock at that moment would bring the horny fourteen-year-old off all too soon, and he wanted to pleasure him as Aaron had done to him. And so instead he licked and sucked the young teenager's loose balls, sucking on the tender eggs in their loose sack and tugging on the loose skin with his lips. Of course that resulted in the flow of more pre-cum which Jesse eagerly flicked up with his tongue and savoured.
Waiting as long as he could, which seemed forever to the two boys but was only a matter of minutes, the randy fifteen-year-old slipped his lips over Aaron's stiff cock and began to suck. He was not as skilled as Aaron, lacking his experience, but he was just as eager when it came to sucking cock, and just as desirous to please his fellow performer. Like Aaron, he tried to make the experience last, and like Aaron he paused frequently to allow both of them time to enjoy the pleasure, but Aaron was hot as fuck and even the most experienced cock sucker could not have held him back for long. So it was only a matter of minutes before the randy fourteen-year-old was shooting his stuff into Jesse's mouth and Jesse was eagerly swallowing the tart gift.
Cuddling together afterward, the two boys wrapped their arms about each other and kissed each other tenderly, their lips tasting of each other's cock and their breaths smelling of fresh cum. Although they had only recently blasted out a load, the two boys were young and healthy and soon began to grow erect once more. As they kissed, this time more forcefully and with lust, they caressed each other, running their hands over each other's naked body. Jesse caressed Aaron's smooth chest and toyed with his nipples, causing them to become firm and to itch with arousal. As he ran his fingers over each irritated bud, Aaron trembled with the sweet pain shooting through them. At the same time Aaron caressed and kneaded Jesse's firm, compact buttocks and ran his finger up the damp crack. As he caressed Jesse's quivering asshole with his fingertip the fifteen-year-old boy opened and closed his sphincter in memory of the finger fucking Aaron had given him their last night together and in eagerness for him to do it again. It was not long before the two boys were stiff once again and their hot, hard cocks were pressed up against each other.
With renewed desire, the two boys began to kiss more furiously as they reached down and grasped each other's stiff cock. Closing their eyes, they stuck out their tongues and twirled them around each other as they began to slowly stroke each other's member. The tips of their tongues touched and as Aaron's tongue swirled around Jesse's, Jesse's swirled around Aaron's and their cocks ached in each other's fist. They pecked at each other, quick, feverish kisses on cheeks, necks, eyelids, ears and lips. They pressed their lips tightly against each other in a long, passionate kiss, their downy cheeks flushed a bright crimson with their sexual heat as their balls slowly began drawing up tight once again. Their young cocks throbbed hotly and eagerly in each other's fist as they stroked each other faster and faster. Their breathing grew heavier as they once again approached their climaxes.
Wanting to pop off a load and wanting to bring the other the same pleasure, the two horny teenagers did not attempt to prolong the pleasure this time but instead fed on the growing need and tension, kissing more passionately, sucking on each other's lips and necks, unconcerned how they were going to explain the hickeys they were giving each other as the blood in their veins raced and their cocks throbbed with an ache that caused a pain in their chests. Higher and higher the tension built, like a climbing roller coaster. Their young nuts drew up tight and they quivered as they felt the twang deep in their loins once again.
"Oh yeah," gasped Aaron. "Oh fuck yeah."
Rolling over on his back, he erupted, shooting his thick teen cream over his body. Gasping and grunting with his own climax, Jesse rolled over with him, and balanced above him on his knees and elbows, he shot his load, spraying Aaron's heaving body with his own thick cum, adding it to Aaron's puddles and creating puddles of his own on the naked teenager's thrashing body. The two boys grunted and gasped and groaned in ecstasy, the two grasping each other's throbbing cocks and milking them dry, their fingers laced with each other's cum and Aaron's body spattered from neck to belly button. Jesse at last rolled over on his side and throwing back their heads and closing their eyes, the two spent teenagers sucked in the cum-laden air as if gasping their last breaths, their bodies flushed and glowing with their climaxes.
Propping himself up on his elbow sometime later, Jesse smiled down at Aaron through half-closed eyelids, and the sexy smile caused Aaron to ache. Their sex had been awesome, and it had been more than just two horny boys getting their nuts off. It had been a hot, passionate expression of love with each of them eager to please the other, and at the same time delighting in the pleasure the other brought. It was the type of sex that only two boys who cared deeply about each other could share, two boys who loved each other. That Jesse knew and accepted as he smiled down at the boy sprawled out on his back and spattered with their cum. He was a boy-loving faggot and at that moment he did not give a damn. At that moment he didn't care if the entire world knew. There was nobody he loved more than the boy sprawled out beside him. He reached out and sticking his index finger in the thickest of the puddles of still warm cum, he spread it over Aaron's flushed body, joining it with the puddle beside it.
Aaron felt the same as Jesse. He had come to New York City out of his concern for Jesse both as a fellow entertainer and as a close friend. He had engaged in sex with him because he liked sex with other boys, and because he wanted to please and ease the suffering of the boy he cared for and this was the only way he knew how. As he propped himself up and watched Jesse now gathering the cum spattered over his body, pushing the puddles together into one large puddle, he thought of all the other boys he'd had sex with, and especially of Shad Moss, whom he had only recently concluded he loved dearly, and he wondered how it was that he could be in such deep love with Shad and yet have such deep feelings for Jesse too. How could a boy love two others so deeply and at the same time? What sort of boy did that make him? He felt a twinge of guilt as if he'd just betrayed Shad and had been dishonest with Jesse.
He had no answers and it was not something he could concentrate on as Jesse continued to gather the cum spattered over his body, pushing the puddles down from his neck and up from his belly button to form a large, thick puddle in the middle of his chest. Leaning over, Jesse placed his lips on the surface of the creamy pool and began to suck, drawing the sticky, slimy collection of cream into his mouth, sucking up the combined cum shots of the two of them. Seeing the emerald-eyed sex idol sucking up their cum caused such an overpowering feeling of raw lust in Aaron, he could think of nothing else than how hot Jesse was and how great it would be to spend every waking moment with him.
Raising his head, Jesse smiled down at Aaron with the same thoughts, and with his lips glistening and coated with their cum, he leaned forward and kissed the teenage singer. Carefully parting their puckered lips but kept them pressed together, the cum filling Jesse's mouth slowly began to ooze into Aaron's, and feeling the thick cream passing between his lips, Aaron sucked in, speeding the flow of the thick, viscous juice. He had done many things but nothing like that before and he delighted in the eroticism of exchanging their most precious of fluids, and his still stiff cock throbbed hotly with the thought. Slipping his arms about Jesse's naked body, Aaron pressed his lips tighter against his and began to blow the creamy load back into his mouth, the combined juice of their balls now mixed with his and Jesse's saliva. It oozed between their lips and down around their chins and it stuck to their gums and tongues. Looking dreamily into each other's eyes and sighing loudly, the two boys swallowed the thick mixture of cum and saliva. For the moment the pressures of being teenage idols and their mother's sons was forgotten.
I know that you are something special
To you I'd be always faithful
I want to be what you always needed
Then I hope you'll see the heart in me.
I don't want another pretty face
I don't want just anyone to hold
I don't want my love to go to waste
I want you and your beautiful soul
You're the one I want to chase
You're the one I want to hold
I won't let another minute go to waste
I want you and your beautiful soul.