Caution/Welcome. The following is a gay fantasy involving Aaron Carter, his twenty-two-year- old brother Nick, and the actor/model Ashton Kutcher two weeks before Aaron's fifteenth birthday. This story does not reflect nor imply a real event nor the sexual orientation of these performers. If you do not like reading gay fantasies about teenagers and men, incest, or celebrities, this is where you stop and hit the back or delete key. This is the thirtieth of stand alone stories in a series of Aaron Carter and Friends fanfic gay fantasies. Chronologically it follows the story "Aaron: With A Little Help From My Friends." The last story featuring Nick was number 26 "Nick and Hiroshi." This story is posted at free gay story sites for the purpose of adult entertainment. Permission is not given to copy electronically nor by any other means for the purpose of distribution or posting at sites other than those described here without the permission of the author. Story suggestions and all expense paid invitations to the Keys to watch the Carters boat racing can be sent to the author, J.O. Dickingson at authorsix@hotmail.com
AARON: ALPHA MALE
"An elementary school?" Ashton asked, wrinkling up his nose. Rubbing elbows, or more appropriately, knees, with a bunch of grade school nose-pickers was not exactly his idea of doing lunch.
"Poinciana Elementary School. Key West is one of the school's sponsors. You know, tax writeoff, besides, it's good PR." Ashton knew sponsorship, and tax writeoff, and PR. That was, after all, why he was on the east coast. He had an idea for a reality television show for the spring, and was checking out sponsors. He had a friend who was a pilot, who knew a pilot from Florida, who was good friends with a guy who had connections with the promotions department at the Kennedy Space Centre. "The Carters are going to be there." Ashton wasn't exactly a fan of either of the Carters, or the Backstreet Boys. That was not exactly his type of music. They were celebrities though, and his new show he was trying to drum up an interest in was about celebrities, setting them up and humiliating them, sort of like "Hidden Camera" but with an edge.
"Hey, sure." One thing Ashton Kutcher knew was when to suck up, and if he wanted someone's sponsorship, he wasn't about to dis a person who could make connections for him, or one of that person's favourite projects. Besides, he was in Key West, Carter country, and you didn't snub local royalty.
So that was how he found himself in the Poinciana Elementary School gymnasium with Ted from the Key West Bar Pilot's Association and a Ms Bosco, the school's assistant principal, with several hundred screaming snot-noses when the Carter brothers made their splashy entrance along with the teen girl group No Secrets. Nick in his white T shirt and navy board shorts and Aaron in his cargo style shorts and Hawaiian-print T-shirt were no question the main attraction and kids immediately dropped their forks and pushed aside their food trays and surged toward them. He had no use for kids, but the shrieks and the wide-eyed hero worship as the kids lined up for photos and autographs under the direction of their teachers he wouldn't mind, from their older sisters or mothers that is. He had to smile at the questions the kids bombarded the teenage heartthrobs with.
"Do you know my sister Debbie?"
"What kind of car do you drive?"
"Do you guys play football?"
"I'd love to be able to ride in your limousine," a seven-year-old girl said dreamily as she drooled over Aaron.
"This isn't for me, really. It's for my sister," from a tall, lanky kid of ten or eleven handing Nick Carter a sheet of paper to sign. He wasn't fooling anyone, and certainly not the two stars from the flicker in their eyes and the slight curl of their lips. They were pros and quickly hid their reaction, but Ashton was an observer of human nature. He saw their response, and he also noted that neither brother minded idolatry from a male fan, which amused him and triggered an obscene thought in his perverted mind. He also saw an opportunity when it arose. As he'd once told an interviewer, he didn't believe in that old cliche that good things come to those who wait. As far as he was concerned, good things come to those who want something so bad they can't sit still and do something about it.
So, when the Carters made a sudden escape forty-five minutes later, he arranged to be introduced. Either one could easily bankroll his proposed television show. The family owned choice property out in Palos Verdes on the west coast, in Tampa or somewhere, and in the Keys, and a year ago he remembered reading Nick had sold the mansion he'd purchased for himself out in the Santa Ynez Valley in California for something like a cool 2.9 million.
He was also a smooth talker, and a hustler, and got himself invited along as the boys headed off to watch the American Power Boat Races. He found Nick's comment that they "like reaching out to everybody who likes our music" and Aaron's "It takes us back to this level. We used to be here in the same position" overly sweet, but then when you are signing footballs and worn copies of "Captain Underpants" for seven and nine-year-old girls. . . .
Mind you some of the elementary school teachers they'd posed with he wouldn't mind getting to know. If the teachers he'd had as a student had racks like some of them had maybe he'd have been a better student. Or maybe a badder student, he thought with a smile.
So, he followed them around, pretending to be interested in their babble and in boat racing and congratulated them upon hearing their boat had been way out in front of all the others in the opening race the day before, and waited for an opening to pitch his spiel. As they talked and interacted with the other powerboat enthusiasts and onlookers, he noticed little mannerisms and hints, the things that caught their attention, the things that made them smile or pause, the things they liked to talk about. He noticed Nick's roving eye and where it landed when they watched the races, and the occasional adjustment of things in his tight shorts. They were little things, but he was a master at picking them up, and if he was right, he had a surefire hook that would guarantee Nick would sink a generous sum into his proposal.
That evening he and Nick headed to one of the favourite watering holes of the locals, Hog's Breath Saloon. With Bob Carter off with some buddies celebrating at one of the many parties being held during the four-day Power Boat Race competition, and Jane Carter off collaborating with Mike Ryan, the latest PR agent she had hired, on how they could keep Aaron's name and face in the media between then and his next tour which would not be until the fall of 2003, and Aaron's sisters Leslie and Angel spending the night with friends, Aaron had arranged to spend the night with one of his friends. Knowing they would be out late, and not trusting him to be home alone despite the fact he travelled all over the country and was earning hundreds of thousands of dollars and would be fifteen in two weeks, his mother had insisted he spend the night with someone.
The friend however ended up not in the best of shape for entertaining, the temperature having hovered just below eighty degrees for the better part of the day and he having spent the afternoon on the ocean under the cloudless sky spotting the races. Between heat exhaustion and a particularly bad sunburn, he wasn't much good for anything other than lobster and upchucking jokes. Living only a few blocks away, Aaron excused himself amongst the family's profuse apologies and headed home.
Arriving back at his house at ten, he figured nobody was home from the darkened house, which was as he'd expected, and decided to head down to the computer room to do some serious surfing of the net for gay teen sites and do some serious wanking. So, as he headed down the hallway, he was surprised to see the light from under Nick's door. It was not like Nick to be home that early, not when he had a drinking companion, but then from Ashton's ego and sleaziness, he wasn't that surprised Nick had cut out early. Figuring he'd surprise him, maybe play some sort of prank, he very slowly and very carefully began to open the door.
"Knew you were fucking hot for my body the minute I saw you." Aaron froze. That was Ashton Kutcher's voice!
"Who wouldn't be? One of Teen People's twenty-five hottest stars under twenty-five this year and in 2000, one of People's fifty most beautiful people in 2000, one of 16's twenty-five Cutest Guys Ever in 1999. . . ."
"Why, Nicky, you've been reading the cute guy lists? I bet you've been jerking it off looking at my picture. If I look under your bed am I going to find a copy of Teen People with the pages of cute guys stuck together?" Aaron hated that sneering, sarcastic tone of voice. He was also shocked. He'd heard guys use it before, but never on his brother.
"Impossible not to have noticed you, your face and body plastered in every celeb magazine."
That was not the comeback he'd expected from Nick. His voice sounded slurred and husky. He cracked open the door a bit more. Nick and Ashton were standing there beside his bed, shirts off, a bottle of wine and two glasses on the night stand. Nick was caressing Ashton's smooth, broad pecs. He had an impressive torso and arms, the body of a man who worked out regularly. At six-foot-three and a hundred and seventy-five pounds, all of it packed muscle, he was an inch taller than Nick and about the same weight. Nick had a good bod himself, though his muscles weren't quite as firm, and he was packing a bit more flab.
"I'd say you're a bit plastered tonight," Ashton observed, his own voice reflecting the effects of the evening, and of Nick's caresses. He had his hands on Nick's ass.
"And you," Nick giggled, staring at Ashton's right nipple as he traced a finger around it.
"Of course you've been one of the hot young stars yourself over the years. Still are. Heard dozens of girls all screaming and giggling how cute you and your kid brother are this afternoon. Mind you they were all teeny boppers. You into preteen girls as well as guys Nicky?" Aaron felt a shiver ripple up his spine. He hated the nickname Nicky, as he was sure Nick did. That and the smugness in Ashton's voice and the accusation he'd just made all made Aaron tense with anger. Nick was neither, and to accuse him of such things, and while a guest in their house besides, was outrageous.
"Of course I'm not into teenage girls," Nick replied. "It's all promotion, selling records, selling an image, you know about that." Of course Ashton did. Why else was his name and picture in all the popular magazines? He had a good publicist himself.
"Sure. But little girls as a market? I mean some were as young as seven, and not one of them had begun developing boobs yet. All of them screaming and waving your picture. You gotta admit, even for your brother that's young stuff."
"It's about being famous," Nick protested. "God, Ashton, you make it sound like it's something sexual."
"Of course it's sexual, Nicky. It's all sexual, the marketing, the posters." Ashton caressed Nick's buttocks. He was right. Nick knew it, and Aaron knew it. People were not coming to their concerts just to hear their music. "Face it, those little girls were lusting for you."
"That's absurd."
"Of course it is. But now if they had all been boys, that would have been different, wouldn't it have been, Nicky boy? You into little prepubescent boys?"
"Of course not!" There was a sharp edge to Nick's voice and Ashton knew he'd gone too far in his goading. That was something else he was good at, had been since junior high when he excelled in the putdown and in humiliating anyone who could be a threat to him.
"Just boys over eighteen, or is it nineteen? What is the legal age of consent here in Florida?"
"I have no idea."
"Well, you and I don't have to worry at any rate," Ashton responded, unbuckling Nick's belt and pulling down his fly. Aaron noticed that the jeans of both men were bulging. He realized so was his.
"But the thought of groping that boy's basket this afternoon did cross your mind, didn't it? I saw the look in your eyes when that tall lanky lad gave you the paper to sign and swore it was for his sister. He was hot for you Nicky boy, maybe not consciously or aware it was sexual, but he was hot. I know that, and so did you at the time. So did your kid brother. I saw the look in both of your eyes. That's what first twigged me that you just might be swinging the other way." Ashton unsnapped the snap at the top of Nick's blue jeans and pushed his jeans down to mid thigh. Nick's boxers were tented out. "Then when I watched you for the rest of the afternoon, saw how you paid twice as much attention to the guys as you did the females, saw you admiring some of the trim, tan stuff on the beach, checking out their baskets, I knew. So, how's your kid brother feel about having a brother that's a faggot?"
Aaron's skin crawled. He hated that word. He hated it more than any other word in the English language. He could tell from the flicker in Nick's eyes that he did too. Ashton knew it too, and repressed a smile as he slipped his hands under the elastic band of Nick's Nordstrom plaid boxers and began to ease them down over his hips.
"Aaron doesn't know, not that it would matter to him if he knew I was gay." Aaron noticed Nick had emphasized the word gay. Good for him. He then realized his brother had just admitted to being gay. He knelt there and stared at his older brother standing there with Ashton's hands in his underwear. "He's cool."
"He doesn't know you prefer cock to cunt, Nicky?" Ashton asked, disentangling Nick's boxers from his erection and pushing them down to his jeans. From the way his thick, seven- inch plus cock jutted up in the air, there was no question Nick was turned on. There was no question that Ashton was impressed by what he had uncovered also.
"You needn't be crude."
"Don't be silly. You love crude. It turns your type on," Ashton responded, unbuckling his belt and pulling down his fly.
His type? Aaron wondered just what Ashton meant by that as Ashton unbuttoned the top of his jeans and pushed them down. What type was his brother? The two of them had first had sex with each other just after Nick had been arrested for that dumb thing at the nightclub, when Nick had been feeling especially down and he'd tried to cheer him up, almost a year ago. But that had been totally spontaneous. They'd messed around a few times since then, after a show when they'd performed together and were buzzed, or a few times when they were both feeling super horny, he not having had the opportunity to get off otherwise what with none of his gay friends being around, and, he'd assumed, Nick not having a girl that he was close enough to have sex with at the time.
Aaron watched with a combination of surprise, guilt and arousal as Ashton stepped out of his jeans and Nick stepped out of his and his boxers, and as the two of them, Ashton clad in only his briefs and socks and his puka shell necklace, Nick in only his socks and thin silver necklace, embraced and kissed. There was no reason he should be the only one in the family, but he was surprised to learn Nick was gay, and as he watched him now, and thought back to his mannerisms, he was even more surprised he hadn't picked up on that fact before. His lack of any real interest in girls, his lack of any significant girlfriend, his comments about guys, they all should have alerted him. He felt guilty as the two men ran their hands over each other's body, as they kissed each other and pressed their bodies to each other. This was not just two horny teenagers getting one off. This was two men. This was something very personal, something just between the two of them that he should not be watching. It was also erotic and he could not tear himself away.
Ashton's hands were on Nick's butt, squeezing them and caressing them. Nick had a nice ass, compact and smooth. It was hot seeing two men making out and Aaron reached down and squeezed the bulge that had developed in his shorts. Both men were breathing harder now, and their caresses were more forceful and urgent. Their foreplay was not based on love. It was based purely and simply on the most basic of all instincts, that animalistic sex drive, which made what they were doing all the hotter. Nick kissed Ashton's neck and shoulder passionately, desperately. Working down, he kissed his broad, firm pecs and his nipples, pressing his lips firmly against the solid muscle and about the protruding buds. Continuing down, Nick knelt before the famous American model with the chiselled body of a young Greek god and kissed his six pack and his stiff cock, nibbling on the shaft and knob like it was a cob of corn.
"Get my wallet for me," Ashton said huskily and Nick reached over for his jeans laying beside him and handed him his wallet.
Opening it up, Ashton removed a lubricated condom packet and handed it to Nick as he tossed his wallet onto the bed. Nick opened it up and rolled the lubricated condom down Ashton's erect cock. It was a nice size cock, more slender and shorter than Nick's, close to six inches and cut. As Nick dropped to his hands and knees there on the floor, Ashton knelt behind him and grasping him firmly by the hips, pulled apart his ass cheeks as he shuffled forward. The lubricated condom and the eagerness of the two men resulted in a smooth union, but clearly Ashton had to have had some experience at this besides. Whispering how hot and tight Nick was, just like he liked it, Ashton began to work his hips to and fro, driving his stiff cock up Nick's rectum and withdrawing it. He worked quickly and passionately, like a man who'd been desperate for a piece of ass. Nick squirmed with the pleasure rippling through his rectum.
"Oh yeah, give it to me," Nick gasped, "give it to me good."
"You got it, you hot faggot slut," Ashton grunted, working his cock in and out of Nick's ass furiously.
Aaron could not believe what he was hearing, not just the language, but that his brother and Ashton Kutcher would say such things! Ashton was fucking his brother silly! As he watched there from the hallway, he could not help himself. He slowly and silently unzipped his fly and pulling out his dick, he began to jack himself off as he watched. He knew he should slip away and leave the two men, but watching them was just too hot. They were both studs, handsome and muscular, the objects of passionate dreams and fantasies by thousands of women, and they were kneeling there on the floor in Nick's bedroom fucking! Ashton thrust his hips to and fro vigorously, clearly concentrating on his own pleasure, and from the grunting and gasping, there was no question he was getting it. Nick was grunting and gasping also, clearly enjoying having his ass fucked, something Aaron had not known his brother enjoyed so much.
As Ashton's groans and gasps became louder and more frequent, it was evident he was about to come. Throwing his head back and sighing with a long, guttural groan, it was then that he saw through his slightly parted eyelids the image of Aaron in the mirror on Nick's dresser. He was kneeling there on the floor, peering in through the crack of the door, his fist rapidly pumping his stiff dicklet. That was totally wicked! He plowed Nick even more furiously and wondered if he should point out that his kid brother was watching him getting fucked.
"Oh fuck yeah!" he shouted as he rammed his sheathed cock up Nick's ass and began to shoot his load. His exclamation was in part because of the pleasure of ejaculation, but in part it was for Nick's benefit also, and, also for Aaron's. Knowing that Ashton was getting one off was enough for Nick to reach his orgasm, and as Ashton filled the condom sheathing his cock, Nick shot his load through the air to land on his carpet. Aaron had barely enough time to whip out his handkerchief and he trembled as he shot his load into it. The three of them knelt there gasping and quivering with the pleasure of their orgasms. They were young and healthy and their ejaculations powerful and copious. They trembled with the pleasure of their burning knobs and throbbing cocks, their nuts drawn up tight as they squirted out their cum, and they were so revved up it took a long time for their breaths to return to normal.
Nick slept in the next morning, and then his parents or his sisters were around. As much as he wanted to talk to Nick, Aaron was uncomfortable with the idea anyway, and took a long walk along the beach as he often did when things were bothering him. His brother! Although he and Nick had had sex with each other several times over the year, he really hadn't thought of Nick as being gay. They had simply been buzzed or feeling horny. He certainly had not thought of Nick as the screaming bottom that he'd heard the night before. Not his brother! He picked up a flat stone and tried to skip it but it sank. How could he have missed that about Nick? Sure, their careers kept them apart more than most brothers, and Nick was eight years older, but they were close. Had he been fooled by all the macho hype of the Backstreet Boys and the thousands of girl fan clubs, just as his own marketing was beginning to portray him as a sultry teenager, and before that as an innocent blond-haired cherub?
Maybe that wasn't Nick's real persona last night. Maybe it was all circumstance, the wine and being horny and reaction to Ashton Kutcher's personality. On the other hand, he went for cock, so why not Nick? Nobody knew for sure what made a guy gay, or a top or a bottom. Maybe it was genetic. Maybe it was his mother. He didn't want to go there.
He tried to think of something else, the lyrics he was presently working on, the tour he'd finished the end of September, Jesse McCartney and how much he loved him, but he kept coming back to the scene of Nick and Ashton last night, of Ashton topping his brother and Nick practically begging for it.
So deep he was in thought and so wrought up, he didn't notice the time go by. He missed lunch, and it was well into the afternoon by the time he returned. Nobody was home. He opened the fridge and bent over to look for something to eat.
"Nice butt."
Aaron stood up and spun around in surprise. He'd recognized the voice as Ashton's, which was not a voice he would have expected in his own home. "What are you doing here?"
"Looking for your big brother," Ashton replied as he lighted up. The man was always smoking.
"He's out. How'd you get in?"
"The door," Ashton replied cockily. "It was open. What did you think, the window?"
Aaron bristled with irritation. There was something about Ashton's self-assuredness and smugness that irritated him, just like the cigarette constantly in his hand.
Someone should tell him cigarettes stank. Contrary to the opinion of others, he found the twenty-four-year-old star of "Dude, Where's My Car," "Just Married," and "That '70's Show" obnoxious, but at the same time the guy was a hunk. His dark, handsome looks and smooth, chiselled body were accented by the most stylish clothes, clothes by Adriano Goldschmied and by Emporio Armani. There was good reason he'd been nominated one of the hottest pieces of celebrity flesh for the past four years running by assorted celebrity watchers. The image of the stud humping his brother flashed through Aaron's mind, and though his spine cringed with irritation as Ashton looked at him smugly and took a long drag on his cigarette, his dick twitched with arousal.
Ashton was no fool. He knew exactly what was going on in Aaron's mind and he smiled. He had known disappointments in his life, and he enjoyed seeing others squirm with discomfort, and even more so when it was because he was the cause of that discomfort. The one thing Ashton Kutcher enjoyed more than cigarettes, fame, or even pussy, it was being in the dominant position. There was also a second reason for his smile, a very perverse, most excellent reason. "So like I said, you got a nice ass." Aaron looked at him blankly. A thought flashed through his mind but he quickly dismissed it. Ashton couldn't possibly be thinking that! He was dating Brittany Murphy! Even if he was thinking that, there was no way he'd do anything like that with someone the likes of Ashton Kutcher no matter how hot he looked.
"Bet it's even tighter than your brother's was last night." Aaron stood there, not knowing how to respond. He could feign ignorance and ask Ashton what he meant, but hearing what he'd seen coming from Ashton's lips would be perverted, not to mention humiliating. He could tell Ashton what a pervert he thought he was, but Ashton probably would enjoy being called a perv. Adding to his confusion, despite his feelings about what he'd seen and his feelings about Ashton, Ashton's crudeness was a turnon. He'd read stories on the net where guys talked and acted like Ashton, but he'd never met anyone in real life like that before. The man was openly and blatantly making a pass at him. "Saw you peaking in the door of your brother's bedroom last night. Looked like you got a nice cock on you too. Hung like your pussy brother I suppose."
Aaron was thankful he hadn't pretended ignorance. At least he didn't look like a fool. As Ashton took him by the hand and lead him across the kitchen, he tried to think of a response. His brother was no pussy, but how could he claim that based on how Nick had behaved last night? Besides, Ashton was the type of guy who'd love to get into an argument with him over something like that, and especially an argument that he could win. As Ashton reached down and unzipped Aaron's jeans his cock leaped with arousal. No talking, no asking if he wanted to do it, just pull it out and get it off. That was so fucking hot. It was sex purely for the sake of having sex. Like last night. Ashton undid Aaron's belt and pushed down his jeans and with a smile cupped his bulging Calvin Klein briefs. "Oh yeah, you've already boned up just thinking about getting it. You're as much of a pussy as your brother," he said, squeezing Aaron's hot, throbbing bulge.
He objected to hearing his brother referred to that way despite his behaviour the previous night, but otherwise what Ashton had said was true. He loved cock, and he was hot for Ashton's, and Ashton's crude talk made him desire it all the more. Aaron knew that, and so did Ashton. Ashton pulled down Aaron's briefs and as he stepped out of them and his jeans Aaron noticed Ashton look admiringly at his cock. He was well hung for fourteen, better hung than most his age. Ashton took out a packet of lubricated Trojans before dropping his trousers and boxers. He was well hung too, though not as well as Nick, and instead of standing straight up parallel to his stomach, his stiff cock stood out perpendicular to his body. Opening up the packet, Ashton handed it to Aaron and told him to roll the condom down over his cut cock. Aaron's hands trembled with excitement as he imagined Ashton's cock up his ass as he rolled the safe down his stiff cock. Ashton smiled and told Aaron to sit on the table and lay down on his back, and he smiled even broader when the fourteen-year-old did so quickly and without question. Telling him to spread his legs and raise them, Ashton stepped up to the edge of the table, and taking his sheathed dick in his right hand, he guided it to Aaron's hole. Feeling the rubber tip press against his anus, Aaron immediately pushed out.
Between the lubrication, the firmness of Ashton's cock, and Aaron's eagerness and experience, the two united with only a minor adjustment in their positions. Resting his ankles on Ashton's broad shoulders, Aaron lay there on the table looking up at the twenty-four-year-old stud as he felt his sheathed cock slowly penetrating his body. He recalled reading in a celeb magazine, or hearing Ashton observe on a talk show or something that he was a guy's guy, that he didn't comb his hair unless he had to, and that he didn't use lotions or fancy shampoos. As Aaron lay there looking up at the stud slipping his cock up his ass, he looked every bit the part. His eyes were half-closed with pleasure and his lips slowly curled as he sank his slender cock up Aaron's hot, moist rectum until his pubic hairs were brushing against Aaron's balls. Grasping the fourteen-year-old singer by the thighs to balance himself, Ashton began to work his cock in and out of his body, observing how hot and moist he was, like a real pussy, and how tight his ass was. The dirty talk combined with the stroking of his prostate caused Aaron's stiff cock to jerk with arousal. Nobody had ever talked to him like that before.
And so he was fucked right there on his kitchen table, and he squirmed and grunted and panted with the same desire as Nick had on his bedroom floor the night before. He quivered each time Ashton sank his cock up his rectum and Ashton's knob brushed against his prostate, and he quivered with the stimulation of his prostate and his clenched sphincter as Ashton drew back. Ashton was right. He was a pussy. He loved cock. He loved how it felt, stuffed up his ass stiff and hot. He loved being fucked by another guy. He loved the look on the guy's face. He loved the way he could make another guy pant and tremble with pleasure as he brought him off, as he brought him that exquisite pleasure that only guys can know.
Ashton was definitely experiencing pleasure. First of all he was getting his nuts off, and one of the many things he loved doing was getting off. In the second place, he was fucking a hot, moist, tight asshole, which to him was just as delightful as a woman's cunt.
Both felt the same as far as he was concerned, and in both he was the dominant partner, which was the most important part of sex for Ashton Kutcher. He would never let a woman take the top role, and when it came to other guys, he was the alpha male in all things, including sex. So the kid was only fourteen, fifteen in a couple weeks. That did not matter. Actually, it did when he paused to think about it. The kid was randy as fuck and eager for cock and there were thousands of girls who drooled over him and went ballistic with just a smile from him. A grin curled his lips as he imagined how they would feel if they could see their hot pop star laying there on the kitchen table with his legs spread getting his ass royally fucked.
What made it even hotter was that he'd just fucked his older brother silly the previous night. Now how many guys could claim to have laid both Nick Carter and Aaron Carter? Ashton grasped Aaron's slender thighs and humped faster. The boy was in good shape, evidently from his dance routines. That was good. He liked guys who looked after their bodies. The kid's deep brown eyes were glistening as he looked up at him with that dreamy, fucked look. God, he was sexy. That was one reason he liked this position. He could look in the face of the person he was fucking. He could see the pleasure in their eyes as he rammed his cock in and out of their body. With a shudder, Ashton shoved his cock up Aaron's ass and began to fill the condom. At the same time Aaron blasted, shooting his cum up into the air and spraying his naked chest. Fuck, now that was hot!
The next day, Saturday, were the final races in the American Power Boat Association Key West Competition, and power boat fanatics, family, friends, and tourists crowded the docks to watch. It was exciting, and for a little while Aaron forgot about school and singing, the little spats his parents had been having, and having been fucked on the kitchen table by Ashton Kutcher and everything else that had been on his mind lately. In the end the crew of Nick Carter Racing won its first offshore world championship in the four-boat Super Vee class, their 40-foot Fountain averaging 84.72 mph to complete the 17 lap course in 1 hour 1 minute 43 seconds, more than two minutes ahead of second place Media Master. Nick celebrated by spraying the dockside crowd with beer at the Truman Annex Race Village and then diving into the water with Aaron. As they climbed out, their mom Jane squirted both sons and her husband Bob with Silly String. It was a wonderful, happy time, another achievement for the Carter family.
"Oh man, I love this!" exclaimed Nick, soaking wet and flushed with excitement. "The energy, the vibe, the people and the competitions, it's totally wicked." They were already considering upgrading their boat to a Super Cat class, or forming a two boat team.
That night the APBA put on a free concert with Nick and Aaron, the No Secrets, O-Town and Jen performing. After the concert, Ashton invited Aaron and Nick to his hotel room. Considering the success of the day and that Ashton had become a familiar guest the last couple days, and that Nick would be present, Jane Carter gave Aaron permission to spend the night with the two older boys. Aaron and Nick were of mixed feelings about the invitation. Nick had thoroughly enjoyed getting plowed two nights before and had to admit even being called a slut and a pussy had been a turn on. Getting fucked by Ashton Kutcher, voted one of the hottest up and coming celebs of the year, would be the perfect cap to the end of a perfect day. Having Aaron present was going to put a crimp in that, but maybe, just maybe, the two of them could still find a way to get it on, maybe by sending Aaron off on some errand. Aaron was feeling the same desire and eagerness as Nick, enjoying being fucked at any time, and being fucked by a handsome, muscular stud like Ashton being even more enticing. Unlike Nick, he was aware that Ashton had fucked both of them, and inviting the two of them to his room left him with not just a little apprehension. He would not put it past Ashton revealing he'd fucked both of them. In fact it would be exactly like Ashton. That would be majorly embarrassing. Where that could also possibly lead he had no idea but the possibilities gave him a rush and an ache in his loins, and a feeling of dread and disaster at the same time.
"Here is to Nick Carter Racing, and an awesome day," Ashton proposed, raising his glass of bourbon. The three of them clicked glasses and took a hardy draught of the liquor. Nick liked his booze though bourbon wasn't his first choice, and he'd objected to the idea of giving Aaron some, giving in finally when Ashton said they'd only give him a little taste. He'd been true to his word, but this was his third taste and their third glass, and each time he'd poured just a little more into the glass.
"And here is to the Carter brothers, the two best fucks I've had in a long time," he said with a half-drunken grin as he raised his glass again. Ashton liked his bourbon and was nowhere near drunk, but he was hoping he was getting the two brothers there. Ever since he'd fucked Aaron silly on his kitchen table the day before he'd imagined what it would be like getting the two brothers together in the same room and doing them both. Nick glanced over at Aaron and Aaron flushed. He'd known it was going to happen. He might not be as good at reading people as Ashton, but he knew Ashton well enough. "Oh yeah, I had your brother yesterday while you were out," Ashton said with a satisfied smile, "and he knows I fucked you silly the night before." It was Nick's turn to begin to flush. The two boys turned red easily.
"So, the only question is, how am I going to fuck the two Carters on the same night?" Ashton finished, downing his glass and refilling it, along with Nick's and Aaron's. The two took a large gulp of the liquor nervously. After three glasses, it went down easily, even for Aaron.
"It must be the blond hair," Ashton mused, on a roll now. "First there was January Jones, way back in '97. She loved getting it so much we shacked up until the spring of 2001. Then there was Ashley Scott. Now there was a slut pussy! And at the moment Brittany Murphy is spreading her legs for it whenever I want her to. All blonds. And now you two." He looked at Nick, and then at Aaron, as if inspecting two treasures he'd just obtained. "I got it! I seen this once in a porno movie. I never thought about doing it myself, but it looked interesting." Normally animated, the idea and the bourbon made him even more so. "Aaron, strip down and lay on the bed on your back," he instructed as he began to unbutton his shirt. "You strip down too, Nick."
The two brothers did, mindlessly obeying, in part because of the bourbon for sure, in part because they were cock-hungry sluts as Ashton had claimed, and in part because Ashton was a hot stud and no denying the alpha male of the three. Aaron stepped out of his shorts and briefs self-consciously. Nick and Ashton had not only seen him naked before, but both had fucked him up the ass, but still, stripping naked before the two of them was awkward, maybe because they were together, maybe because they were so much older than he was. It was also arousing, and he felt his dick begin to swell despite the awkwardness as he straightened up.
As Nick stepped out of his boxers and placed them on the chair on top of his neatly folded shirt and shorts, he was feeling just as embarrassed as Aaron. He wondered what Ashton had told him about the two of them that Thursday night, and what Aaron had thought. He wondered what Aaron was thinking that moment. The two of them had been intimate together a number of times, but they'd never done anything with a third person. He'd certainly never told Aaron he was gay. As for Aaron, he'd suspected his kid brother messed around with some of the guys he chummed around with, exploring his new sexuality as boys do, or because he was horny, but he'd never thought of Aaron as being gay. He was, after all, only fourteen.
Aaron positioned himself on the bed so his legs were hanging over and his feet on the floor as instructed, and he reached down and began to fiddle with his limp dick, also as instructed. That had been embarrassing, but erotic too, being told to play with himself. He didn't question or argue, so he didn't draw more attention to himself than there already was he told himself. The truth was, he didn't know if this was how adults did it, so bluntly and openly, and not wanting to look like a kid, he did as he'd been told. Despite the humiliation of fondling himself before his brother and Ashton, he found himself getting hard without any problem. Glancing over at Nick and Ashton, he noticed the two men were beginning to bone up themselves, resulting in him stiffening all the faster.
"Sheath him," Ashton instructed, handing Nick a packet of condoms. Nick opened up the lubed safe and rolled it down Aaron's stiff cock. The two brothers felt a quiver up their spines as he did so, and they wondered how many brothers had ever done what Nick had just done. They suspected not many, and especially not in front of someone. "Now, climb up on top of him and sit on his cock." Now that they suspected very few if any brothers had ever done! The two flushed with embarrassment and Nick hesitated for a moment, but he obeyed. He did so to avoid the embarrassment and awkward attention drawn to themselves he told himself.
It would not be the first time he'd had Aaron's cock up his ass. He knew he also obeyed because he'd been told to, and, he had to admit, because the idea of sitting on his kid brother's cock was damn erotic. Climbing onto the bed and straddling the fourteen-year-old on his elbows and knees, he lowered his body and slowly eased back. Aaron reached for his sheathed cock and aimed it at Nick's hole. Between his slenderness and the lube, and the experience of the two brothers, they united on the third attempt.
"All right! Brother fucking brother, now that is totally wicked!" Ashton observed huskily as he opened another packet and rolled the condom down on his cock. He had done some crazy things in his time, like breaking into his high school and vandalizing the soda machine in his senior year, and he'd had some hot times, like fucking the girl who'd taken his virginity at fifteen up the ass because she was on the rag while her parents were upstairs watching television, but nothing as crazy nor as hot as this. Spreading apart Aaron's legs, he stepped up and lining his cock up above Aaron's with his knob at the base just above Aaron's impressively large balls, he pressed forward, stretching Nick's anus open further with the tip of his stiff cock. The two men grunted and strained and at first it seemed like what he was trying to do was impossible, but ever so slowly Ashton began to sink his cock up Nick's rectum. Ever so slowly he pushed forward, sliding his cock above Aaron's until his knob pressed against the fourteen-year-old's.
Grasping Nick's ass, he slowly began to work his hips to and fro, easing his cock carefully out of Nick's crammed hole and then slowly easing it back up along Aaron's cock until his knob slipped over the teenager's. He'd been told a man's asshole could stretch to not only accept a man's cock, but two cocks, three if you could figure out how to do it, and even a man's fist. Now he believed it. It was totally wicked, and especially with the other cock up the hot singer's ass being his kid brother's. Now if that wasn't perverted, what was! Ashton smiled as he worked his hips back and forth rhythmically. The rim of his knob burned with arousal, and his stiff, hot cock throbbed delightfully. Each time he sank his cock up Nick's ass the singer and his brother trembled with arousal, and each time he withdrew they groaned with the pleasure. The friction combined with the heat and moistness of Nick's ass and the perverted thought of the twenty-two-year-old singer having both his and his kid brother's cock up his ass was just too much. In no time Ashton was on the verge of coming.
The same was true for Aaron. That he had his cock up his older brother there in the presence of Ashton Kutcher, and that Ashton had his cock up Nick's hole too was too wicked. He'd never heard of double fucking before, but now that he had, he was going to be sure to find others to experience it with, with him being the one double fucked. If one cock up his ass drove him crazy, he could just imagine what two would be like! Not only was just the thought of what they were doing wicked, but each time Ashton eased his cock up Nick's ass his knob rubbed against his, sending tingles of pleasure through the rim. With each thrust and withdrawal that Ashton made, the closer to felt himself approaching his climax.
Nick was feeling just as hot as Ashton and Aaron as he knelt there on the bed on his knees and elbows, straddling his quivering and gasping kid brother. He had two cocks shoved up his ass, his kid brother's and the cock of one of the hottest studs in the entertainment business. It was totally wicked, and as Ashton eased his cock in and out of his tight, straining ass, ripples of erotic pleasure rippled through his sphincter. Ashton was panting deeply as he eased his cock in and out of his asshole, and he knew the man had to be close to coming. Aaron was gasping and groaning with his own ecstasy and no doubt was also close to coming. As for himself, the strain on his asshole and the pressure on his prostate had him aching for his own climax.
Aaron was the first. Feeling the familiar twang deep in his groin, he inhaled deeply and tensed. Groaning loudly and openly with that intense pleasure he had come to enjoy more than anything else, he quivered violently as he felt his cum race up the core of his cock and squirt out of the burning tip. No matter how many times he'd experienced that, there was no greater pleasure on earth to equal it. Ashton and Nick could tell from his actions what was happening and as Aaron began filling his condom Ashton grasped Nick's hips and lunged forward as he reached his own climax. He grunted just as openly and unabashedly as Aaron as his stiff, numb cock throbbed and the tip burned with that exquisite pleasure and he too began to fill his condom. His legs stiffened and he grasped Nick's buttocks tightly as squirt after squirt erupted from his body and his hot, thick cum filled his condom and oozed about his knob. Nick knew both Ashton and Aaron were coming, and he inhaled deeply and quivered as he felt that twang of release and his cum beginning to rise. He knew he would be spraying his kid brother, but he could not hold back. He threw back his head in ecstasy as his cum raced up the core of his cock and spurted out the tip. Never before had he ever shot with such intensity and pleasure.
Aaron gasped and quivered also as he felt Nick's hot, slimy cum strike his naked body and begin to ooze down his chest. Streamer after streamer struck his chest, lacing his heaving breasts and his nipples and oozing down his sides. His own cock was still spurting, his thick, creamy cum trapped in the safe and oozing around his dickhead. Surrounded by Nick's hot, moist rectum and with Ashton's stiff cock pressing down on it, his numb throbbing cock felt somehow detached from his body. Seeing Nick spraying his kid brother's chest with his hot, creamy load brought Ashton to a high he'd never before reached and he inhaled deeply, delighting in the aroma of fresh cum and manly sweat as his swollen cock throbbed pleasantly in Nick's hot, moist chamber, his cum trapped in his own condom and basting his stiff organ. There were many rewards being an alpha male, and this evening was one of them!