Caution/Welcome. The following is a gay fantasy about the pop singer Aaron Carter celebrating his fifteenth birthday with four of his teenage pals, the main entertainment for the night with the help of Lance Bass being his PR Agent, James Michael Ryan, who provides Lance and three of his buddies further entertainment when Aaron and his friends are done, ending with well, you'll have to read the story to find out. This story does not reflect nor imply a real event (if any reader thinks it does I love the way you think!) nor the real sexuality of any of the individuals mentioned in this story. It does represent the sexual fantasy of a fan of Aaron Carter and of this author's work who requested a story involving him in the role of the fictional Mike Ryan. If you do not like reading gay fantasies about teenage boys, sex between teenagers, between men, and between teenagers and men, some mild bondage and domination, or about celebrities, this is where you stop and hit the back or delete key. This is the thirty-first of stand alone stories in a series of Aaron Carter and Friends fanfic gay fantasies and chronologically follows the story "Aaron: Alpha Male". 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 redistribution or posting at sites other than described without the permission of the author. Comments and invitations to teen celebrity orgies can be sent to the author J.O. Dickingson at authorsix@hotmail.com Comments will be forward to "Mike" unless requested not to with Email addresses or other identification removed.
AARON'S FIFTEENTH SURPRISE BIRTHDAY BASH: Part 1/5
MAKING PARTY PLANS
"Hey Lance!"
"Hey Aaron! Howzit goin'?"
"Cool. Way cool. And you?"
"Same."
"So whatcha doin' here?" Though he and Lance shared the same record label, for the two of them to show up at the same time at the Jive Records Orlando offices was a surprise.
"Settling some very pleasant business. Going to be Santa Claus," Lance replied with a smile.
"Santa Claus?"
"There's this radio station in Jackson, Mississippi, that's holding a contest to raise money to buy presents for patients at the Blair E. Batson Children's Hospital. I'll be accompanying the winner on a shopping spree at their local Toys-R-Us on the twenty-first."
"Hey, way cool," Aaron responded, rasing his hand and the two high-fived.
"Just arranged for Jive Records to donate radio time to play some N'Sync songs from the Celebrity album. Good for the radio station, and good PR for Jive Records, not to mention N'Sync."
"Right on!"
"And you? What are you doing here?"
"Business too. Well, my mom is. She's working out some deal for Nick and me with Jive, the game company Hasbro, and some outfit called Alliance or something.
I'm not sure what it's all about, top secret until the official PR announcement and all that sort of crap, you know. Besides, I'm just along to provide the pretty face. I leave the business shit up to my mom."
"Hey, you know what they say, if you got it, flaunt it," Lance said with a smile. Despite the competition between the Backstreet Boys and N'Sync, he liked Nick and Aaron.
"Speaking of PR, Mike Ryan did some work for you didn't he?"
"Well, not me directly, for N'Sync, before the band went on a hiatus in June. Good stuff, very professional, one of the best in my opinion. I heard he was doing some work for you."
"Yeah. He did a great job on my last tour"
"Heard the tour was a real success."
"Yeah, it was. But a lot of work. You know what touring is like."
"Sure do."
"Will be nice to be in one spot for a while."
"Know what you mean."
The two stood there awkwardly for a moment. Though they knew each other, they didn't really know each other that well to keep a conversation going, there being an eight-year age difference and their paths just never crossing that often, especially with N'Sync and the Backstreet Boys more or less in competition. It was funny in a way in that both bands were wavering at that point where they could be breaking up, Aaron's brother Nick having struck off solo, and Justin Timberlake doing the same.
"So, ah, you get to know Mike very well?"
"Yeah, I guess. Why do you ask?" Lance asked, getting a strange look on his face.
"Well," Aaron replied, "I don't know exactly how to say this."
"Just say it."
That was one thing Aaron liked about Lance. He was down to earth and straight up, not like many in the entertainment business. Aaron nodded that they step outside where they wouldn't be heard.
"I was wondering if, well, if he was gay." Aaron noticed Lance's face darken for a second as the singer glanced away uncomfortably, supporting his suspicion that he was right. Of course it could just be Lance was uncomfortable talking about sex with him. They were, after all, eight years apart, and he was only fourteen, well, fifteen in a few days.
"What would make you wonder that?" Lance asked cautiously.
"Just little things, nothing really that specific. Nothing really. I shouldn't have brought it up."
"No, that's okay. It's funny that you did actually."
"Why's that?"
"I had the same suspicion when he worked with us."
"Really?"
"Yeah. Like you said, little things. When the guys talked about the female fans and some of the hot girl bands and about getting laid and things like that, he never joined in, not a comment. And when we changed for the shows and stuff, I got the sense he was watching us, not perverted or anything like that, just, well, as if he was curious. Or I guess, interested is a better way to put it."
"Exactly. In fact I'm sure he's boned up a few times."
"Really?"
"Yeah, when I, well, flirted with him."
"You flirted with him?" Lance asked, snorting in surprise.
"Yeah. You know, pressed my leg against his, put my hand on his knee, simple stuff like that."
"You wicked devil you," Lance said with a smile.
"Problem is he never did anything."
"Suppose he had, followed up on your invitation that is?"
"Given him a thrill of his life time," Aaron responded with an impish leer.
"Seriously."
"I dunno, to be honest. He's sort of old you known, like thirty I think."
"Hey, you make him sound like he's over the hill." Lance seemed defensive, but then he was twenty-three. There wasn't that much difference between twenty-three and thirty when you're that age, Aaron figured.
"Hey, I got nothing against older guys. I got nothing against gays either. If I did, I'd be against half the people in the entertainment field," Aaron chuckled. He was uncomfortable making such a comment, feeling like he was lying or something, though he wasn't saying he wasn't gay himself and there was no reason for him to reveal his own preference anyway. He didn't go around announcing his religion, or his preference in toothpaste. Well, he did the latter. Fans were interested in that sort of thing for some weird reason.
"Yeah, you got that right." Aaron noticed Lance shuffle uncomfortably and he wondered if maybe Lance wasn't as tolerant as he was. He tried to think whom Lance was going with lately. He didn't really keep up on that sort of gossip. "I got no problem either," Lance continued. "Some of the greatest musicians and entertainers have been gay. Beethoven, Tchaikovsky, Elton John, Johnny Mathis, Rod McKuen, Boy George. And that's just a few I can think of at the moment."
"Beethoven was queer?"
"Well, there is some debate, but there are enough who think so. Back in his day you didn't go around announcing that sort of thing. They say some of the most brilliant music was the result of repressed homosexual urges, and especially when those feelings were for young boys."
"Well, things haven't changed that much," Aaron observed wistfully, thinking of one of his idols in particular.
"No, sadly they haven't," replied Lance, thinking of the same person.
That Lance had said sadly didn't escape Aaron's attention, and encouraged him to say what he would never have said otherwise. "Well, that can't be Mike's situation. I couldn't have offered him a better opportunity and he didn't take me up on it."
"You offered Jacko an opportunity?" Lance asked in surprise.
"Oh, no, not that Michael! I was referring to Mike Ryan!"
"Oh, right," Lance replied with an embarrassed chuckle. He thought for a moment before continuing. "Seriously, if Mike Ryan had taken you up, what would you have done?"
"Gone for it. Like I said, I got nothing against gays or older guys."
Lance thought for an even longer time before responding. "Well, sometimes guys need some extra encouragement, especially when they don't know how others feel about gays, and even more so if there's a significant age difference."
"You mean I should just come out and tell him I'm okay with it if he wants to get it on?"
"More likely than not that'll chase him away, especially coming from someone your age. No, if your suspicions are right, you got to give him some enticement, but you got to be subtle, and when you've got his full attention you got to force things to the point where his balls take over for his brains."
"So how do I do that?"
"Well, for starters you could tie him up," Lance laughed.
"So there you are," Jane Carter said sharply as she stepped out of the Jive Offices. "I wondered where you'd gotten to," she said, glaring at Aaron and making her displeasure known despite Lance's presence. Aaron began to tense. Fuck, he was fifteen, almost! "Tie who up?" she asked, looking at Lance.
"Oh, we were just joking," Lance responded quickly.
"Hmmm. Well, come along Aaron, we have things to do."
"Hey, been nice talking to you, Lance. Good luck on that Santa thing."
"Yeah, thanks. You have a Merry Christmas, and all the best to you too."
"Santa thing?" Jane Carter asked as she hurried Aaron down the street.
"Yeah. Lance is doing this charity thing for a children's hospital."
"You didn't tell him anything about why we were here, did you?"
"Of course not. Besides, I don't really know why we're here."
"And all the best you don't right now. Was he asking about Nick, or his album?"
"No," Aaron replied, growing irritated. He hated being treated like he was dumb, or a child, and everything ending up being about Nick. "We didn't even mention Nick. We were just talking is all, passing the time."
"Well, I don't trust him. All that nonsense about being an astronaut. It's a publicity stunt, you watch. I have a feeling about such things," she observed. "And don't you go rolling your eyes at me young man!"
Aaron didn't say anything. He knew he should apologize, but just because he was fourteen and she was his mother didn't make her comments, or her attitude, right. Beside, in less than a week he'd be fifteen. When you are almost fifteen, you can roll your eyes at your mother once in a while, especially when she deserves it.
Aaron sat there sullenly as she drove back home, sulking like a typical teenager she supposed. She didn't need that, not for all she was doing for him, and on top of the problems she was having with his father, and besides he was better than that. He was much more mature than the average teenager.
Actually, Aaron had totally forgotten their conversation by the time he'd gotten to the car. He was deep in thought, about James Michael Ryan, about what Lance Bass had said, and about his upcoming fifteenth birthday. Well, actually, about Jesse McCartney, the love of his life. He'd told his family he didn't want a big thing over his fifteenth birthday, and in fact just wanted to invite Jesse over and have some quiet time. His parents had agreed. His mom seemed to have accepted Jesse, said that it was important for him to have a couple especially close friends, knowing how difficult it was being on tour and practising ten, eleven hours a day on top of school work. Besides, he thought wryly, she didn't see Jesse as a bad influence, nor as a threat to his career. He wondered what she'd say and do if she knew they were lovers.
Pushing that thought out of his mind, he concentrated on what he and Jesse would do, besides the sex stuff. They'd toss a baseball around of course. Jesse loved baseball. And he'd see if Nick would take the boat out and take them water skiing. :Jesse loved to waterski. And they'd spend a lot of time on the beach, at his favourite secluded spot. They both loved the beach. And of course they'd make hot, passionate love. Maybe if he could get permission, they'd spend the night on the beach, light a fire, roast marshmallows and wieners, and he'd get Jesse off everyway possible until his nuts were totally drained.
It was a natural jump to thinking about Mike and making out with him. Maybe he and Jesse both could. Just because they were lovers didn't mean they couldn't have sex with others. Fuck, they were only fifteen. Well, he would be then. Jesse was eight months older than he was. They could have Mike pop out of a birthday cake, like you see in movies, and they'd lick the icing off him. Now that should get him hot, like Lance had suggested. Or maybe they could blindfold him and play pin the tail on the donkey, but after they spun him around and got him dizzy they could pull down his pants and play a different tail game. Or maybe somehow get him to try the milking machine that David had given him for his last birthday. Now that would be hot. Even hotter would be if he invited David to join them. It had been ages since he'd seen David, and he'd be daring enough to wrestle Mike to the floor and help him and Jesse tie him up. Then they could really have some hot fun. By the time they got home, Aaron had a throbbing bone.
Dropping his hands in front of his crotch to hide the bulge in his shorts, he headed straight to his bedroom, to work on his school work that he'd been putting off he said. Closing the door behind him, he flopped down on the bed on his back, and raising his ass, he slipped his hands under his shorts and his boxers and pushed both of them down off his hips, leaving them at mid-thigh for a quick pull up incase he had to. His mother didn't normally disturb him when he closed his door, and knocked ahead of time when she did, but there could always be a first time.
His five-and-a-half-inch bone pointed straight up in the air, twitching impatiently for him to begin stroking it. He was fucking hot and knew he'd pop a load in less than a minute if he did, so instead he reached down and played with his balls. He had big balls, like Nick, and his father, whose nuts he'd seen hundreds of times when they'd changed into their swim suits, or out of them. Living on the beach almost all his life, that had happened a lot. He thought back when he was little, five or six, and being sort of fascinated by his dad's equipment. His dad was hung, his meat thick as a salami and long, at least four inches or more in its normal soft state. He remembered wondering what it felt like, and had even managed to "accidentally" brush his hand against it when they'd changed. His dad hadn't seemed to have noticed his interest, or even his touch, and if he had, he hadn't made a deal out of it. His dad was cool that way.
He remembered wondering what it would feel like to have something that big hanging between his legs. Slipping his fingers about his stiff cock, he pushed his foreskin up over the knob and releasing it, he watched as it slid back down over his knob. He liked having a skin, though had he been circumcised he probably wouldn't have cared. Plain and simple, he loved having a cock, and he loved cocks of all shapes, sizes and colours. He repeated the action and quivered with the pleasure as his skin eased back down over his knob to form a collar of folded skin just below it. He remembered the first time he'd drawn his skin back and how it had crept back up. He supposed it was years of jerking off that had reversed that. As he wrapped his fingers about the base of his cock and slowly drew them up, easing his skin back over his knob, he wondered how many times he'd jacked off since that afternoon on the farm when he and Justin Berfield had first messed around. He wondered how many galleons of cum he'd shot from his balls by now.
He paused to let his throbbing cock cool off and he brought his fingers to his nose and inhaled. Fuck, he loved the smell of cock and hot sweating balls. If he could bottle it and sell it, he'd wear it all the time. He could just imagine one of his thousands of girl fans asking him what that cologne was that he was wearing and telling her it was the smell of his dick. Now that would make the favourites list of every magazine interviewer and every fan site.
He resumed stroking his aching, throbbing teenage cock. He wondered if Mike was cut or uncut, and how big he was, and if he jacked off and how often. He wondered what Mike thought about when he jacked off, and if he ever thought of him. He closed his eyes and pictured Mike in his mind. He imagined Mike sitting there on the bed beside him, his fingers stroking his stiff cock. Aaron switched hands. Jerking off with the hand you don't usually use made it so different. It made it easier to imagine it was someone else's hand. Aaron swallowed the saliva that had collected in his mouth and concentrated on the throbbing pleasure of his stiff bone and the tingling arousal causing his knob to burn. His breathing became deeper and he opened his eyes and watched his fingers slipping up and down his aching cock. As the tension built deep in his groin, he sat up and holding his right hand in front of his cock, he inhaled deeply and quivered with delight as he began to squirt.
He loved shooting, and making others shoot. He thought of his experience not that long ago with eleven-year-old Erik Per Sullivan. Hell, he liked to make younger boys quiver with their orgasm even if they couldn't shoot. He plain fucking loved guys. More than anything though, he loved shooting off a load. He trembled with delight as he squirted his thick, hot, creamy jizz into his palm. Being extra horny, he shot a copious load and he gasped and panted with the pleasure of his orgasm as a wonderful sense of bliss passed over his body. He wondered if a guy ever got tired of jacking off. He didn't think he ever would.
His breathing was still heavy as he slowly drew up on his cock, milking out the remaining semen. That was so cool watching the thin flow of creamy white juice ooze out of the burning tip of his cock, and how each time he pulled up on his cock another ripple oozed down the strand connecting his cock to the pool of cum in the palm of his hand. Finally he could milk out no more and the strand broke off. He looked down at the thick, milky pool with translucent streaks, and then raising his hand to his face, he sucked his jism into his mouth. He pressed his lips against his palm and sucked in the warm, gelatinous goo, and then closing his lips, he worked it in his mouth, delighting in the unique taste of his cum and erotic pleasure of having his hot, gooey stuff oozing between his gums and his cheeks and flowing over his tongue. There was a soft knock on his door.
Quickly yanking up his shorts and boxers, he swallowed the goo in his mouth. The wad oozed down his throat but being thick and sticky his tongue and the inside of his mouth were still coated. Pressing his lips together, he swallowed a second and third time. Feeling the stickiness, he quickly licked his lips, wondering if he was licking them clean, or leaving an even more evident film of cum on them from that on his tongue. His mother knocked again. Fucking damn! His semierect cock was hanging down his right leg, limp and sticky, and being squeezed by his boxers and shorts it oozed out a residual droplet of cum. It felt warm and wet against the inside of his thigh. "Yeah?"
His mother slowly opened the door, a plate of chocolate chip cookies and a glass of milk balanced on a tray in her other hand. "I thought you were working on your homework."
"I, ah, thought I'd lay down for a bit, you know, rest up my brain cells."
"Hmm, procrastinate, you mean," Jane Carter said with a smile as she placed the tray on the night stand. "Well, maybe this will give you the energy and incentive to do a bit of work."
"Yeah, it will, thanks, mom," Aaron replied as the sat up and swung his legs off the bed. He was particularly conscious of his limp, wet dick and the little droplet of cum that had oozed out and was sticking his boxers to his thigh. He was also conscious of the sticky flim clinging to the roof of his mouth. He took a bite of cookie. Cum coated chocolate chip, now that would be a hit at his birthday party!
"Get some work done," Jane said. "And open a window. It smells stuffy in here," she observed as she sniffed the cum-scented air. "You have some dirty clothes laying around in your room?"
"No, of course not," Aaron protested, giving her a scowl.
"Then open a window," she responded sharply as she turned and headed back into the hall, closing the door behind her. Aaron glared at the door. He loved his mom, but she could be such a bitch. He inhaled deeply, thankful that his mother didn't know what the odour was. He'd open the window when he left his room. For now he wanted to enjoy the fragrance. He sat down at his desk. That had been close. He felt a bit of embarrassment and even a little shame sitting there with his wet, limp dick hanging down his leg and the taste of cum in his mouth reminding him what he'd just done. He wondered what his mother would say if she knew he jerked off, or what any mother would say knowing that about her teenage son for that matter. He also wondered what she'd say if she'd known the thoughts he'd had about Mike. Taking a long drink of milk and slushing it about in his mouth, he imagined marketing cum-flavoured milk and smiled as he imagined one of the ways it could be produced. Now that would be a job to have! His thoughts turned back to about what Lance had said, and about Mike and how more and more certain he was that the man was gay, and interested in him. He imagined him at his birthday party with Jesse and Justin, the three of them getting it off.
He tried to do some homework, but his mind now in full gear, he could think of nothing else for the rest of the day, nor the next day, his imagination getting wilder and wilder until he was having an orgy with Mike, Jesse, David, Lance and Shad Moss in a weightless simulator at the Kennedy Space Center as Mike's birthday gift to him. Monday, December second, five days before his birthday, there was a major blow up in the Carter household. Tuesday night, he phoned Lance Bass.