Aaron and Friends

By authorsix

Published on Nov 28, 2001

Gay

Caution/Welcome. The following is a gay fantasy about two celebrities, thirteen-year-old Aaron Carter and sixteen-year-old David Gallagher. It does not reflect nor imply the real sexuality of the two individuals. This is the fourth in a series of Aaron Carter fanfic gay fantasies and follows "Aaron and Justin: More Farm Fun". If you do not like reading gay fantasies about teenage boys or celebrities, this is where you stop and hit the back or delete key. This story is posted at free gay adult story sites for the purpose of adult entertainment. Lyrics are copyright of Aaron Carter. Permission is not given to copy electronically for the purpose of redistribution or posting at sites other than described without the permission of the author. Comments and story suggestions and nude photos of Aaron and David can be sent to the author J. O. Dickingson at authorsix@hotmail.com

AARON, DAVID AND THE MILKING MACHINE

"Goddamn fucking son-of-a-bitching cunt ," Aaron cursed under his breath, ending abruptly and leaving the oath unfinished because he didn't know what else to say.

The thirteen-year-old blond singer from Florida had heard plenty of foul language from stage hands and from tour managers, taxi drivers and some of his older brother's friends, especially A.J. McLean when he was pissed, but he was not used to cursing himself. For one, when he was touring he was accompanied by his mother or in the middle of a group of teenage girls all googly-eyed over him, neither situation being appropriate for a young boy to use expressive language. For another, his image as a pure, wholesome youngster was not a publicity front. He was a pure, wholesome youngster. Well, all right, he enjoyed playing pranks, and had even been known for a while as the prankmeister. That was back when he was touring with his brother Nick and his band, the Back Street Boys, and he'd amuse himself by putting shaving cream in the palm of one them while he was sleeping, and then tickle his nose like he was a fly. The result was hilarious. If he was particularly mischievous, instead of buzzing around the face, he'd tickle the crotch, which was particularly funny if they'd crashed after a performance and had sacked out in their underwear.

After his activities this past week, the thirteen-year-old could hardly be described as innocent either. After years of restraint and feelings of guilt, last Thursday, exactly a week ago, he'd wanked off all the way for the very first time and had experienced his first ever ejaculation. One of his nicknames several years ago had been cyclone, and the frenzy of cock fun that had resulted from that experience with Justin Berfield up in the hay barn at Pineview Farms could have aptly been referred to as a cyclone. At least it had for the next three days, and then it ended as suddenly and as unexpectedly as it had begun. Angrily shoving the spade into the pile of manure and hefting the shovelful of horse shit and straw into the wheelbarrow, Aaron thought back to the beginning of the week.

Last Sunday he and Justin had gone wild. It was as if he could not get enough of Justin's cock, and now that he thought about it, that was exactly how he'd felt. Having discovered the pleasure that his own cock could bring, and the pleasure that could be had with another boy's cock, he really hadn't been able to get enough boy-boy sex. As he'd gone to bed that night he'd offered up a prayer of thanks, as absurd as that was, that he'd agreed to take a Pineview Farm Youth Vacation to please his mother, and that she'd agreed to give him a second week after he'd discovered Justin. The past four days had been totally awesome, as awesome as his first touring performance just over four years ago with the Backstreet Boys in Berlin. Last Sunday he'd drifted off to sleep with drained balls and the pleasant thought of six more days with the hunky fifteen-year-old co-star of "Malcolm in the Middle" television series.

The next morning they'd been out in the yard with Justin teaching him a new Tai Chi Chuan exercise. Aaron was not thinking about health nor self defense as he watched Justin stretch and slowly assume the position he was to copy. The hot fifteen-year-old had taken off his shirt and although it was only late morning, his back and chest were already streaked with sweat, which was so erotic Aaron felt himself getting a boner. He wanted to rub up against his sweaty body, to coat his own body with the older boy's sweat. The Chinese exercise was supposed to open your channels and stimulate your spirit. Aaron was hoping it would help refill his young nuts, which felt surprisingly normal that morning after the sexual marathon he'd had the day before, so he could have another marathon that afternoon.

It was Justin who'd spotted the boy cutting across the field behind the gardens where everyone had been warned Ol' Red was penned to prevent him from knocking up cows the farmer for some reason didn't want knocked up. Of course the adults at the vacation farm hadn't said that in those words, but that was the interpretation the older guys in the boys' bunk house provided for the bull being penned up by himself. That sounded cruel to Aaron, but then he didn't know sweet all about farming. Anyway, he and Justin had yelled out a warning and had taken off after the kid, one of the new boys who'd arrived the day before. Ol' Red had spotted him also and had begun to trot in his direction. Playing rodeo clown, Justin dashed into the field yelling and flapping his arms to distract the bull and give the kid a chance to make an escape. It worked, and as the bull turned and headed for Justin the kid made a b-line to safety. Justin turned and raced back also, and being athletic, took the barb wire fence in a single leap. Unfortunately where he landed a gopher had decided to dig his hole.

Fortunately nothing was broken, but it was a bad sprain, and he'd torn a couple ligaments besides. In that he was not going to be able to take part in the activities around the farm, he had reluctantly agreed he'd best return home. He'd apologized to Aaron for having ruined things and he felt bad since he knew he'd been the reason Aaron had phoned home to stay another week. He'd been looking forward to a week of hot sex with the unleashed cyclone himself, and he promised Aaron, and himself, that he'd make it up to the horny young teenager. Of course Aaron had told him it was all right, and joked that he'd be exhausted by the end of the week and in no condition to head off on a ten-week tour anyway. The two agreed to stay in touch and to see each other when their schedules allowed.

For the rest of Monday Aaron had walked around in a sullen stupor, unable to believe that his dreams had been dashed and his one source of fun yanked out of his life by a dumb accident caused by a dumb kid and an even dumber gopher. Tuesday he'd spent feeling sorry for himself and moping around the farm in such a sour mood everyone avoided him, especially the kid who had tried to take a shortcut across the pasture and whom he wanted to tie up and let Ol' Red do what he wished with him. He'd even wondered if there was some way he could make Ol' Red think the kid was a cow. He'd never seen the bull's cock but rumor was that it was as big as a fence post, and imaging the kid being fucked silly by the bull was fitting punishment for what the boy had done to him. Wednesday he'd helped thin the carrot patch for the simple reason there was nothing else to do, and he savagely attacked the carrots as if they'd been the cause of Justin's departure. Today, Thursday, he'd offered to shovel out the horse barn. He felt like shit, so he might just as well smell like it.

He thought about going to the evening meal without washing as he flung scoop after scoop of manure and hay into the wheelbarrow, and he fantasized about sitting beside the boy who'd cut across the field and handing him his food with his shit-smeared hands, food like a slice of bread or a cob of corn. Of course he didn't. Giving himself plenty of time to get rid of the stink, he dropped off the overalls and work clothes they had given him and headed for the communal shower in the boys' bunkhouse.

He was slight and slim for his age, having only begun puberty less than a year ago and not having begun his adolescent growth spurt yet. That, unfortunately, also included his dick, which he'd been measuring almost daily in the hopes of seeing some growth there especially. Standing under the shower, he lathered his hands up and smeared the lather over his smooth body. As he did so he could not help thinking back to the four hot days he'd spent with Justin, and as he rubbed the soap over his calves and thighs he thought about how great it had been caressing Justin and being caressed by him. Soaping up his chest his hands brushed against his nipples and he thought about how hot it had been brushing Justin's cockhead against them until they'd gotten hard. His dick immediately began to swell and the thirteen-year-old singer tried to think of something else as he soaped up his skunky armpits. He could not help but remember how they'd smelt like cock on Sunday, and how Justin had fucked his pits and cum in one of them. His cock began to rise even higher off his balls.

He reached down and soaped up his nuts and his swelling dick. It would be so great to jerk off. It had been four days since he'd cum, not a great span of time considering it had been thirteen years and six months before his first cumming, but then he hadn't known how awesome it was. He pulled back his skin and rotated his sensitive knob in his soapy fingers knowing how important it was to keep the area under the skin clean. He soaped up his fingers again and rolled his nuts in their sack, and he worked up a thick lather in the fine blond hairs that had only recently begun to grow on his pubes. His slender, stiff dicklet, just over three-and-a-half inches long, throbbed pleasantly and with anticipation. It would only take a dozen or two strokes. The evidence would be washed away down the drain. He could even rinse himself off and cum all over his body, which would really be hot. He thought about Justin and how he'd wanked the fifteen-year-old's cock, and how Justin had wanked his. He felt himself approaching his climax and he concentrated on the image of Justin kneeling before him, his cock thrust up the older boy's asshole, and him fucking Justin's brains out.

It took a moment for the noise in the bunkhouse to register. The vacationers had come home from the trail ride, and they'd be heading straight for the showers to wash off the trail dust and the smell of horse. My God, and he was standing there in the middle of the shower with a raging hardon and about to sperm any second. He turned in a panic and shut off the hot water and turned the cold on full blast. His skin prickled as it struck his chest and ran down over his stomach, between his legs, and down his thighs and calves. It ruined the pleasant glow that had been developing, which of course was what he wanted to happen. His dick immediately went limp, and as the torrent of ice-cold water flowed over his genitals his cock and nuts began to shrink.

That he had a little boy's cock was not something Aaron wanted to leave his peers thinking, but the alternative, being caught in the shower with a woody was even worse. Afraid what his mind might cause his dick to do, he stood there and allowed the cold water to wash over his naked body long after it'd had the desired result. By the time the first of the trail riders arrived his nuts were shriveled up to the size of two little walnuts and his dick was barely more than an inch long. Now that was not what the wanted either! As he looked up, his heart sank. Why did he have to be the first to enter the showers? Of all people to have to see him with his shriveled up equipment! Dropping his hands to his groin, he made a mad dash for his towel.

The new arrival watched the bare-butt thirteen-year-old disappear out of the door as if he was one of the three little pigs and he was the big bad wolf. Actually, Aaron's smooth pink little butt reminded him of a pig's backside, and his tiny little dink of a curled up pig's tail. The sexy sixteen-year-old hunk hung up his towel and stepped over to one of the showers, his sausage flopping above his low-hung balls. The boy was better hung than the average teenager, and although proud of it, also self-conscious. He almost wished his was the size of the young blond singer almost. He did wish his was smaller so that guys wouldn't stare at him when he showered or took a leak, but the size of young Aaron's would be going too far.

As he turned on the water and began to soap up his smooth, muscular body, he thought about the past four days. This was his second year at Pineview Farms, having taken his first vacation there the previous summer upon the recommendation of his agent after a particularly demanding acting schedule. Having been nominated for the Best Performance by a Young Actor in a Television Drama Series Award several times, and having won it in 1998, there was a lot of pressure on him by his parents and his agent, besides himself. Of course part of the reason for his success was his natural good looks, but a lot of it had to do with his dedication toward acting and the effort he put into it.

Anyway, he liked being outdoors and in the fresh air and he liked the country, and there was a lot of stress acting in a weekly television series, so the farm vacation had seemed like a good idea. Bunking with a dozen or more guys, many of them hunky farm types, turned out to be an added bonus, especially when he found Justin Berfield was one of the regulars. He'd spent many pleasant nights following that first summer vacation wanking and imagining the two of them having a bit of guy fun. He'd never found the courage to suggest something like that to Justin, fearing not just the rejection and the disapproval of the fellow actor, but the damage to his career if the teenager decided to go public about being hit on by the famous David Gallagher.

One reason he'd returned was the hope that Justin would be there again, having thought up several ways he could hint at his interest without endangering his reputation in case Justin was not so liberal minded, and one way in particular that he really hoped would work. He'd been delighted to find Justin was there, although suddenly faced with the reality of him being in the same room, the little hints he'd planned no longer seemed so brilliant, and his big plan that had been the focus of dozens of jerk off sessions suddenly seemed impractical. It was one thing to fantasize about hitting on the hot young co-star of "Malcolm in the Middle", but something quite different to do it for real, particularly when it wasn't something you'd ever done. David Gallagher was curious about guy-guy sex, and an outgoing guy with a number of close friends despite the fact he didn't go to a public school like his friends did, but he was also shy, and very much aware of how disastrous any hint about his sexuality would be for a teen idol. Besides, he'd never be able to handle the embarrassment if his best friends or his family found out, especially his little sisters and kid brothers.

So, he'd never acted on his curiosity with his friends, and although he had great intentions, the Sunday he arrived and sat opposite Justin at the evening meal he knew he'd be too chicken to make a move on the fellow thespian. As it turned out, Justin had to go sprain his ankle and leave the very next day so he'd never know if he'd ever have gotten up the courage to do something or not. Of course he checked out the other guys there, and although some were hot, he was even more worried about approaching them. At least Justin was a fellow actor and could relate to his curiosity. He knew a disproportionate number of actors were gay for some reason. For a nonperformer to relate to him could be difficult. Of course there was Aaron Carter. Being a singer was more or less the same as being an actor. He was surprised that Aaron was among the farm vacationers. The kid was a bit young for him, being three years younger, but he was such a hot cutie with that pale blond hair and those deep brown eyes he could not help but consider hitting on him, and besides, being thirteen he had to be horny and yet not have the sexual hangups about being gay and other things that came with experience and age.

It was all in his mind of course, and Aaron never gave him the chance anyway. Monday he'd walked around as if he was the only one on the farm, and Tuesday he'd moped around with such a sour look on his face it would curdle milk. Then for the next two days he seemed to do everything he could to avoid him, just like now. He'd walk into a room and Aaron would leap up and leave. He'd see the boy out in the garden or in the field doing some sort of yoga or kung fu or something and he'd begin to head his way and the boy would stop and disappear out of sight. At meals he never chose to sit near him and even seemed to choose a seat as far from him as possible, and he never looked at him. It was as if he'd done something to anger him and he was carrying the grudge to the extreme. It was either that or he had a major BO problem that he wasn't aware of

David was right in part. Aaron was avoiding him. Just the sight of the hot blond-haired actor was enough to get Aaron's dick swelling. He knew if he actually talked to him or sat beside him he'd have the hugest boner of his life, and if anyone saw that, he'd never live it down. It was one thing to be found with a stiff in the showers by other guys, it was something else to be found with a stiff because of another guy. Of course having a boner didn't mean a guy was gay. It just meant he was horny as hell. When you're bunking with a bunch of fellow teens, being caught with a boner was just as bad as being suspected of being gay.

Besides worrying about what the others would think or say, Aaron had another reason to avoid the teenage star. If he did get a boner there was no way he'd be able to keep his hands off it. Of course he could always sneak off to the hay loft where Justin had introduced him to guy- guy sex, or he could walk off up the stream until he was alone, but after what he'd done with Justin wanking himself off in secret just wasn't a very attractive alternative. There was also the chance that wherever he went he'd get caught.

Those thoughts were on Aaron's mind all the following day. At least after the day was over there would just be Saturday and then he'd be on his way home. He knew he would have to practice hard that week at home with his tour with the A-teens and his sister beginning the following Saturday, June 16, but at least he'd have the privacy of his bedroom where he could strip down and recall the hot four days with Justin and wank off at his leisure, and as often as he wanted, and he could even fantasize about doing stuff with David Gallagher, and a number of other guys that came to his fertile young mind, guys there at the farm, guys he knew back home, and hot fellow celebs he'd only recently begun thinking about in terms nobody would ever suspect of the sweet, innocent-looking teen.

So he kept himself busy, and that evening offered to help out in the milking parlor to avoid being around any guys. Now that was a new term, milking parlor, as if it was some sort of beauty salon or something. Pineview being a moderately large farm and very successful, it had the most modern equipment and facilities. The milking parlor was beside the barn and consisted of two dozen narrow stalls in which the dairy cows were lined up and milking machines, called clusters, were attached to their teats. He'd thought he'd be doing it the old-fashioned way, the Norman Rockwell sitting on a three-legged stool and squirting milk into a can and another into the mouth of a watching cat sort of way. Aaron was surprised to learn that now devices called liners were fitted into shells and attached to a cow's teats and the milking was done by a combination massage and suction controlled by a central machine. The farmhand attached the equipment and ran the computer. All Aaron had to do was guide the cow out the narrow stall when she was done and guide the next one in.

It was boring actually, and erotic. As he watched the clusters working on the udder and the cow's milk flowing through the clear tubes to a container where it was tested and measured automatically, his thoughts turned to another creamy white fluid and what it might be like to have one of those liners attached to it. He got an instant erection and could not avoid reaching down and squeezing it as he watched the milk being sucked out of the Jersey's teat.

"It won't work."

"Huh?" Aaron responded, practically jumping over the cow he'd been watching. David Gallagher was standing there behind him with a huge grin on his face. Aaron's hand immediately began to move away from the bulge in his jeans, and then he stopped and changed his mind, deciding that would only draw the teenager's eyes to the tent that had to be obvious, but then he was stuck with the problem of his hand being suspended there in mid air.

"I know what you're thinking," David said with a knowing smile. "It won't work."

"I, uh, I . . . how do you know what I'm thinking?"

"Because the first time I saw one of those clusters in operation I had the same idea," David responded, keeping his voice low so the farmhand would not hear. "And unless you already have one of those liners in your pants, you're ready for milking," he added, looking down at Aaron's crotch. David could not believe he was so daring to have just said what he had, but then the sight of the hot singer squeezing the bulge in his pants would make a horny gay-curious teen say anything.

Aaron turned a brilliant red. He knew there was no denying it. He stood there flustered for a moment, wishing he could die, and that there was something he could do to get out of his predicament. "Uh, well, how do you know it won't work?" he finally asked, hoping that would help.

David grinned sheepishly.

"You didn't!"

"I did," David admitted, "the very night I first saw this parlor in operation. I had a hard that wouldn't go down just thinking about it, and I finally snuck out and came down here. I quickly found out my dick was way too big for the liner to fit over it. That should have been my first clue that what I was thinking couldn't work, but when I get a hard on my brain stops working."

Aaron laughed. "I think I know what you mean," he said with a grin.

"Anyway, I pinched myself and thought about cow flop and what I'd say if I got caught with one of those clusters attached to my dick and managed to make myself go soft. Even soft it was a struggle to get the liner over my dick. Anyway, I turned on the machine and instantly it began to vibrate and suck and I went hard in two seconds flat. That was when I realized that if my dick had been too big to put the liner on it in the first place, I should have realized it was too big to be inside one. Did it hurt! I thought for sure the claw was going to cut off my circulation if not my cock itself, and I tried to pull free but the suction was so great I'd have ripped my dick out of my groin before I'd ripped the liner off my dick. I didn't know what to do. I was sure my balls were going to be sucked right up through my dick and out the peehole into the machine the suction was so strong! I finally realized I just had to shut the machine off, but even then I had one heck of a time getting the cluster off. For the rest of the week I walked around like a real cowboy, bowlegged as a guy can be, and my dick was so bruised I was sure I'd have to go see a doctor. Fortunately it got better. Explaining how I'd ruptured a dozen blood vessels would have been a major problem."

"You're not shitting me," Aaron responded.

"Well, maybe not a dozen," David replied, "but the rest is true." Aaron could tell he was telling the truth.

"Actually, when I saw you in the shower yesterday I thought about the machines and that maybe for you it would work. Your dick was no bigger than one of those teats. But I see from the tent in your pants that it can swell considerably more than a few times its limp size."

"I was having a cold shower yesterday," Aaron responded. "A real cold shower."

"Because it was hot, or because you were?" David asked with a grin.

"Because I was," Aaron responded.

"Can I ask you something?"

"Sure."

"You mad at me, or dislike me for some reason?"

"Heck no! Why would you think that?"

"Because ever since I arrived you've been avoiding me like I was carrying hoof and mouth disease."

"Sorry."

"Well, it was getting to be disconcerting. Usually I have the opposite problem, people not leaving me alone."

"I can relate to that," Aaron replied honestly.

"I imagine so. Must be something having scads of girls screaming and going crazy when you sing, calling your name and stuff."

"Oh yeah. But what I really hate is when I'm just minding my own business, going rollerblading or just going to the store, and I get swarmed with girls wanting my autograph or to ask me questions."

"Like what is your favorite color or your favorite food, or even worse, embarrassing questions, like what sort of soap do you use or what type of gaunches do you wear."

"Yeah," Aaron laughed, relieved to have someone to talk to after his anger and depression all week, and especially someone who understood his life. "That's almost as bad as those who come up to me and make a fuss and pretend to be really honored or whatever to talk to me but really want to find about my brother Nick."

"That must really suck."

"It does."

"Speaking of sucking," David said, looking back at the milking machines, "if you'd really like to find out what it is like to get milked, I've made my own machine, one for milking a guy not a cow."

"You have?" Aaron asked, his big brown eyes widening even more as he looked up at the older teen in surprise

"Yeah," David said with a grin. "I couldn't get the idea out of my head after last year, so I did some research, and some inventing, and after a dozen duds I finally came up with something that works."

"You're joking."

"Come with me later tonight when everyone is asleep and see if I'm joking."

"You brought it with you?"

"Yeah. Don't leave home without it now," he said with a grin, referring to a dumb commercial about a credit card. "Besides, I figured if I had the idea of sticking my dick up one of those clusters, then some other guy would too, and that it'd be my duty to stop him from going through the same pain as I had."

"You really have a milking machine?" Aaron asked as the boys headed outside.

"I call it a peter beater cum extractor," David said with a grin. "You willing to give it a go?"

"Sure," Aaron replied.

"Okay. When everyone is asleep, I'll walk by your bunk and head outside. You wait to be sure nobody noticed, and then you follow. I'll wait for you outside."

"Cool," Aaron responded. "And by the way, I'm sorry I was avoiding you. I've been feeling sort of pissed off all week."

"Hey," David responded. "We all got those days."

Aaron could not get his mind off their conversation, or the image of the cows all standing in a line getting their milk sucked out, or of him and David attached to one of the machines, or of all the guys attached. He had to force himself to think of other things, things like what it had been like to muck out the horse barns, or he'd have cum in his shorts several times.

It seemed to take forever for the minutes to go by after lights out, and just when he was sure everyone was asleep someone would get up and go to the can, or roll over in their bed. Finally the bunkhouse was silent. He listened intently for David to get up and when he heard nothing he wondered if he'd fallen asleep, or if it was all just a put-on, a big joke on a naive stupid kid from Florida. The longer he waited the more it seemed that way and the more he fumed. A shadow suddenly fell over him. It was David. He was in his underwear and carrying his clothes. After exchanging silent nods, he continued on and slipped outside. Aaron waited and wondered how long he should lie there. Getting up ever so slowly, he picked up his cutoffs and runners and tiptoed down between the rows of bunk beds, certain he'd be caught and every creak sounding like a crack of lightening. How had David been so quiet?

At last he was outside and he looked about excitedly as he stepped into his cutoffs and slipped his bare feet into his runners. David was nowhere to be seen. He'd said he'd meet him, but he hadn't said where. Maybe he'd be at the milking parlor. David began to head there.

"Hssst." Aaron leaped. "Stay in the shadows." Aaron headed over to the voice, feeling foolish. Of course he should have stayed where it was dark. Just because the vacationers were supposed to be sound asleep it didn't mean the farmhands were. They made their way down to the milking parlor and slipped inside. It smelled of cows and fresh milk, a raw, erotic smell.

"I figured this would be a good place," David said softly. "Nobody's going to be snooping around down here. If they're going to be anywhere they'll be patrolling between the boys and girls bunkhouses."

"Good idea," Aaron said, his voice quivering. He'd done some pranks and snuck out of bed to raid the refrigerator, but he'd never done anything like this.

"Besides, this is the cleanest place on the farm, and it is a milking parlor," David said with a slight smile as he took a sack out of his shirt. He was playing cool, but secretly his heart was pounding in fear. Like Aaron he'd gotten into his share of mischief, but never anything that serious. This, sneaking out of the building after curfew, was the most serious infraction he'd ever committed.

"That it? The peter beater cum extractor?"

"You remembered the name," David said with a grin as he looked about the parlor as if searching for something.

"Hard not to remember something like that."

"It works just like the real milking machine," David said, showing Aaron his invention. "In fact the liner for the shell is one of the milk liners. It works perfectly. The shell I made from an electric muscle massager, and the vacuum is produced by one of those hand-held duster busters you use to vacuum out your car."

"Cool."

"So, you're sure you want to do this?" David asked, looking around again.

"You bet."

With the night light casting shadows over his face and his smooth, exposed chest, David looked so sexy Aaron wanted to tell him to forget the machine and to fuck him.

"This is a good place," David said. "First we gotta strap you in."

"Strap me in?" asked Aaron, flags immediately rising. He was no fool.

"What is going to happen to you is so wicked you're not going to be able to control yourself."

"Yeah?" the thirteen-year-old said suspiciously.

"Honestly. You're gonna feel so aroused you're gonna want to grab the machine and fuck it like a crazy man."

"So?"

"So that'll ruin the experience. You gotta let the machine do it to you. Besides you could hurt yourself where it would be difficult to explain to a doctor."

"Well. . . ."

"Com'on, trust me. I know. It drove me wild the first time."

"So, what do you do when you want to do it when you're alone?"

"I strap myself in too. Except of course one hand."

"Well, okay then."

David quickly used the belts hanging from the stall and milking arm in the parlor to tie Aaron to the stall, slipping the belts about his ankles and wrists and especially securely about his waist. His heart rose in his chest and began to beat faster as he slowly drew down Aaron's fly and then unbuckling his belt and unhooking the clasp, pulled down his pants. The sight of the slight bulge in Aaron's white jockey briefs caused his dick to begin swelling, and as he slipped his hands under the elastic band of Aaron's underwear and slowly eased them over his hips and down his legs he'd never felt so tense, not even before a major scene he had to perform. Aaron had not taken the time to put on a shirt so he hung there from the wall totally naked with his cutoffs and briefs tangled about his ankles.

Aaron's dick was perfect, a short, limp pink tube not unlike a raw pork sausage resting above two full pink balls. His hairs were fine and a pale blond and limited to a tuft above his limp dick. David had stolen glances at boys' dicks when they took a leak together, or when they stripped down and changed into their swim suits at the community pool, but this was the first opportunity he had to take a good serious look at another guy. His heart ached with excitement and anxiety. He had fantasized about doing this with dozens of guys, actors and stage hands at the studio, some of his fellow teen actors, a few older actors and singers like Matt Damon, and a few younger, including Aaron. Now one of those fantasies was coming true.

He quickly assembled the milking machine. Taking a stopper with four equally spaced nozzles and a right-angled tube inserted in the top, he inserted it in a clear flask. Blocking off two opposite nozzles, he attached a short clear plastic tube to each of the other two nozzles and then attached the hand-held vacuum cleaner to the angle tube. At the end of each of the clear tubes he attached one of the milking sleeves he'd shown Aaron, the soft foam liner surrounded by the massager. Smiling at Aaron, he picked up his limp dick by the base and slipped the foam liner down over his cock, the end of the liner being elasticized to grip onto the soft sausage.

Hooking the controls of the machine in a loop on the opposite wall, he strapped his ankles to the wall and then his waist, and finally his left arm. Slipping the other machine on his semierect dick, he grinned over at Aaron.

"Ready?"

"I guess."

David flipped the toggle switch and Aaron immediately felt the massager jiggling around his dick. It felt not unlike when he bounced his dick in his hand as he began his jerking off sessions sometimes, and like when he bounced it, the vibration caused his limp flesh to start to swell. He saw David's dick was starting to swell too, and the sight and thought of the sixteen- year-old getting a boner speeded up his own boning. Randy anyway from not having any sex for the past five days, Aaron was soon hard, and David, randy from having refrained from jerking off since his arrival on Sunday, and from fantasizing about himself and the hot-looking young singer, was soon hard also. David then slid the button for the Duster Buster on to the low position and the pump began to suck the air out of the clear plastic tubing leading from it up to the disc above the flask and out of the plastic tubes leading from the disc to the two boys. Slipping his arm in the tangle of cords hanging from the stall, he grinned over at Aaron and let the machine do its thing.

He had perfected his machine only two months ago, but he'd used it almost constantly since then. It was great jerking yourself off, but it was wicked having a machine doing it too, and a totally different type of sensation. Although he'd designed the machine so it could be used by a foursome, that had been his youthful optimism. This was actually the first time he'd used it with another person, and that made all the difference in the world also. As he concentrated on the ripples of stimulation passing through his stiff cock and the gradual but constant suction on his dick, he studied Aaron's face for any sign of how he was feeling, anxious that he might not like it as much as he had.

He need not have worried. Aaron could not believe what was happening. The vibrating foam was stimulating his dick from all sides, and from the tip to the base, something he could not do with his hand. That was stimulating enough, but the slow and steady suction on the tip of his dick was a totally new experience, like getting a blow job but different. It was gentle and almost unnoticeable, but as the air was sucked out of the tubes, the tug on his cock became more and more pronounced. At first he was worried what might happen if the air was sucked out of his pee-er and he wondered if he should clamp his peehole shut, but curiosity got the better of him and he purposefully opened it. He wasn't sure if the tube up the middle of his penis had air or if it had pee, and he studied the flask anxiously to see if any urine was being sucked out of him. The flask remained empty, so evidently his second assumption was wrong. He had no way of knowing if the first assumption was right, but the constant suction felt awesome.

This was so different from doing it with your hand or with another person. It was nothing like being jerked off by Justin, and nothing like Justin sucking on his cock. This was a machine, not a person, an uncaring, inanimate machine, not a warm, tender person who was feeling what he was feeling. David was though. He had to be feeling the same wicked sensations as he was. Aaron wondered if a guy with a bigger dick felt the sensations that much stronger, or longer, or what. At sixteen David had an impressive six-incher though it was not that fat. At the moment it was totally encased in the liner, which made him look weird. Actually, Aaron felt like one of the cows and he grinned over at David, who grinned back.

"So, what do you think?"

"You should market it," Aaron said with a giggle.

"If there's a slump in my acting career maybe I will," David joked.

"Actually, I'm wondering if I should start mooing," Aaron giggled.

"You will when your milk starts to flow," David replied.

The thought was so wicked Aaron felt a thrill run up his dick that was created totally by his mind, something he'd never experienced before. He could not believe how hot that was, stimulating himself with his imagination. By this time his dick head was tingling with arousal and a familiar tension was developing in the pit of his groin. It had been just over a week ago that he'd first experienced that sensation deep inside his body, but he'd quickly learned what the signs were, and he knew it was a signal that his body was preparing to shoot out a load of his cum.

The two boys concentrated on that growing tension in their groins and the pleasure surrounding their dick heads. Aaron sighed deeply as the milking machine continued to vibrate against his irritated knob. The sensation was unbearable and he wanted to reach down and satisfy the itch, but quickly found his bonds prevented him from doing anything. His ankles and wrists pinned him to the wall, and as he tried to jerk his hips he found the binding prevented him from even doing that. His dickhead itched terribly, like a mosquito bite, and he could not scratch it. He desperately wanted to reach down and satisfy himself, or at least to hold the tube and fuck it, but he could do nothing but stand there and allow the machine to vibrate around his now aching dick and to gently suck on it. David had been right, and he saw now why he was strapped in. He was at the whim of the machine, and that made what was happening all the hotter. It was sort of like being raped, with his permission.

"I think I'm gonna cum," he announced anxiously.

"Great, let it happen," David responded, his voice reflecting the strain he was also feeling.

With a sigh and a groan, Aaron erupted, and he pulled against his restraints as his sweet young cum shot out of his cock and into the clear plastic tube. The force of his ejaculation and the suction of the pump drew the fluid through the tube to the flask where it flowed into the container. Shot after shot erupted out of his cock and was sucked through the tube, and globs of his cum oozed down the thin streamer that hung now from the end of the tube to the pool of cum lining the bottom of the flask. He tried desperately to thrust forward, but his hips were bound to the wall. When he stopped shooting, the machine continued to massage his dick and suck on it, drawing out the rest of his cream.

David suddenly shot his load, and Aaron, who thought he'd reached his peak of arousal, watched with heightened lust as the boy's creamy load shot up the clear plastic tube just like he'd seen milk flow earlier and then ooze out the other end and hang momentarily as a pendant before dropping into the container and landing on top of his puddle of cum. More shot out of David's cock and up the tube, causing beads of cum to ooze down the streamer and spread across Aaron's contribution. It was hot watching the sixteen-year-old cumming, and it was even hotter watching his load flow over his.

David grunted and gasped as he came, and he too tried to thrust his hips forward as he climaxed, but he had tied himself securely and all he could do was hang there motionlessly while the machine milked his cock. Even though he'd done it dozens of times, he still found using the machine to do himself was hotter than when he jerked himself off using his hand. He now found, as he'd figured he would, that using it for both of them at the same time was doubly hot. It was also the first time the handsome but shy teenager had ever seen another boy cum, and the sight of Aaron shooting his load had been even better than he'd ever imagined it would be.

Aaron had finished shooting his load, and now the machine was sucking out the remainder of his cum also. He quivered with the sensation and inhaled deeply as his cum continued to flow out of his irritated pee hole. David hung there on the opposite wall of the milking stall and relished his ejaculation as much as the thirteen-year-old now staring at his dick had enjoyed his own ejaculation. The two boys inhaled and exhaled deeply as they stared at each other's crotches.

The liner continued to vibrate and the suction was maintained for a short time after their ejaculations until a delayed electronic impulse from the moisture sensor stopped the machine in much the same way as a real milking machine went into a rest cycle to give a cow's teat relief. The two boys said nothing as they relished the experience they'd just had for the next few minutes. Although the machine had ceased its operation, their cocks were still stiff and they still throbbed and ached, though now with a different type of ache compared to the one two minutes earlier.

"That was awesome," Aaron said finally, his breathing deep and irregular.

"Wait until the second time," David said.

"Second time?"

"I set the controls on a ten minute snooze and then to automatically start again. I can control the machine manually, but having it automatic makes it all the more erotic, for me anyway."

"Oh yeah."

"So, did you like it?"

"Oh fuck yeah. It was totally rad, man," Aaron replied.

"Glad you liked it."

"So, like, you done this with a lot of guys?"

David hesitated. "You're the first."

"Really?"

"Yeah," David replied, trying to shrug but quickly reminded he'd bound his left arm and tangled up his right. "I've done it by myself, but never with another guy before."

"Wicked. So like those other two nozzles, you can have two more guys doing this?"

"Yeah," David admitted, feeling a bit sheepish.

"Oh man, totally wicked!"

David smiled. The shy teenager had hoped the hot little singer would enjoy it, but he'd never expected in his wildest dreams he'd be so enthusiastic. That was as hot as it had been watching him shooting his stuff. So the boys talked, about how their dicks felt when they were stimulated, and how it felt for them to cum. They talked about what cum looked like and how it smelt, and they talked about how a guy's nuts shriveled up when they got cold and how his dick shrunk. David explained to the innocent young teen just what happened when a guy's dick got hard, and that a man was able to make cum on a twenty-four-hour basis.

Before they knew it the ten minutes had lapsed and the vibration and suction began anew. Their dicks had not even gone soft. Once again shivers of pleasure shot through their dickheads and passed down their shafts and through their groins. Once again their stiff cocks throbbed with hot blood coursing through their flesh, and once again they quivered with the unique pleasure that only boys and men can know. The vibrator hummed around their stiff cocks, sending vibrations through their hot, turgid flesh. The Dust Buster began to suck the air back out of the tubes, and their dicks, and as the vacuum began to create a suction on their throbbing cocks, tension slowly began to build once more in their loins.

The boys fell silent as they concentrated on the pleasure of having their cocks stimulated and sucked, and on the pleasure and anticipation of the gradually developing tension in their groins for a second time. The milking machine hummed and sucked and the two teenage boys openly groaned with the pleasure of their building climax and their itching knobs until once again their bodies quivered and they strained against their bonds as their creamy loads erupted out of their cocks. This time they shot together, and their white juices spurted up the clear plastic tubes and flowed out the other end, adding another two layers of cum above the two they had already deposited, the bottom layer of Aaron's load and the second layer of David's.

The next was a layer twice as thick and was the combined cum of both boys.

As the machine continued to stimulate and suck, they quivered and groaned with the unique combination of pleasure and pain. The last drops of cum were sucked from them and the machine fell silent once again. This time it took much longer to recover from the immense pleasure of ejaculation. Curious, Aaron wanted to ask David about his sexual experiences, and especially if he'd done anything with a girl or with guys, but the thirteen-year-old did not know how to initiate the conversation. David was wondering just how much about sex Aaron knew also, and if he'd had any experiences with others, but the shy teenager was afraid he might embarrass the younger boy who, if his boyhood was anything like David's, was probably stiff a virgin. He was still trying to figure out what he could say when the machine started up again.

Looking over at Aaron to see if he had any problem with doing it still another time, he was pleased to see that Aaron was actually enjoying the renewed attack on his little cocklet. At least from the smile curling his lips and the dreamy look of lust in his deep brown eyes, David had to assume the thirteen-year-old boy was enjoying being milked a third time. Aaron looked up and before David could look away the young singer caught him looking at him.

"Oh man, this is so rad," Aaron gushed. "Cumming three times in what, three quarters of an hour, this is going to be so hot!"

"I'm glad you're enjoying it."

"Fuck, enjoying it? This is totally awesome!" Aaron replied. "I'm so glad you trusted me to share it with me."

"Well, hey, you looked like you were randy and needed some satisfaction."

"Oh yeah, you sure got that right!" Aaron replied, thinking how horny he'd been without Justin.

He still missed Justin, the first boy to go all the way with him since he'd been able to cum, but he was also glad Justin had left. If he hadn't he might never have met David, and he certainly wouldn't have had the experience of David's invention. And what an invention! Having the machine vibrating against his irritated and now extremely sensitive dickhead and constantly sucking on his cock was so wicked. Actually, the irritation scratching his knob was so strong now the thirteen-year-old boy could not stay still, and he squirmed and twisted as best he could with his wrists and ankles bound to the wall and his waist tied securely so that he could not hump the sleeve encasing his blood-engorged cock.

"Now you see why I said you had to be bound," David gasped, fighting the same urges himself as the milking machine vibrated and sucked and his six-inch tube of hot flesh throbbed and ached with a sweet pain.

"Oh yeah," Aaron said with a grimace, the vibration about his tender dickhead sending shocks through his swollen cocklet.

It was painful, but it was also the most stimulating thing he'd ever felt.

It was like a mosquito bite. You know you should not scratch it, but you can't resist, and once you start to scratch, you can't stop even though the more you scratch the itchier it gets. His cock was just like that. It was itching so badly he would have grasped it and wanked it as furiously as he could pump his fist if he could, and he knew that would only make it itch all the more, causing him to pound it until he came. Now he could do nothing, and the slow, relentless vibration of the sheaf about his irritated cock was maddening. He sucked in deeply and exhaled loudly as if he'd run a ten-mile marathon. His body was tense and his cock felt twice as large as it normally felt as the foam sheaf bounced against it and the suction at the end felt like it was trying to suck his entire organ into the narrow plastic tube.

David knew exactly how Aaron was feeling, feeling the same way at that moment himself, and having felt that way many times since inventing the machine. He closed his eyes and concentrated on the painful pleasure vibrating about his knob and the wondrous joy of having a woodie and being able to come for still another time. It was not a novelty being milked three times in a row for the horny but shy sixteen-year-old, but it was rare enough to make this evening a particularly remarkable one, one he would remember vividly for years to come.

He glanced over at Aaron and the look of pleasure in the young boy's deep brown eyes and the curl of his lips as he concentrated on the throbbing pleasure between his legs was all the proof David needed to assure himself that what they were doing was the right thing. He glanced down at Aaron's groin and the milking machine totally encasing the boy's penis and he wondered what it might be like to be the liner, to be able to engulf the slender organ with his own body, whether it be up his ass or in his mouth. They were perverse thoughts, thoughts that he'd been having with more and more frequency these past months.

He glanced at the clear flask now holding four thick, copious loads of cum and as he thought about each of them adding a third load his penis twitched and pre-cum began to leak from the tip, only to be immediately sucked up and added to the layers of cum in the flask. The thought of the two of them adding still another two loads was all it took for David to begin to shoot, and the sight of the teenager's cum dripping out the other end of the tube caused Aaron to climax also. Their cum this time, however, was not as copious, and was much thicker than the previous loads. Shooting it was still just as awesome and just as much fun as it had always been.

"Oh God," groaned Aaron. "This is so fucking wicked!"

"Yeah," agreed David, not knowing what else to say.

"What's the most times you've ever come?"

"This was it, three," David confessed.

"Wanna try for four?" Aaron asked, thinking of Justin's claim to have done it four times in an evening.

"Sure, if you do," David responded. "Have you ever come four times in a row?"

"No," Aaron admitted with a shy, sensuous smile that caused the older teen to ache with lust.

David actually felt like his balls had been totally drained, and the way they were drawn up tight under his cock was a pretty good sign that they were. Still, he was a boy, and the idea of pushing the limit one more time was enticing, especially with the company of the hot and horny thirteen-year-old.

The boys waited patiently for the machine to begin once more, and now that they were expecting it, it seemed to take forever. They talked about Aaron's music and upcoming tour with his sister and the A-team, what it was like to be home schooled and on the road, about David's acting career, and what it was really like to have to work every day unlike other teens. Finally the machine started up once again, and the two horny teens leaned back and concentrated on the now acute sensations shooting through their irritated dickheads. It was a strange combination of pain and pleasure, of desire and fascination. Ripples of arousal passed through their engorged knobs as the machine relentlessly vibrated around their stiff organs and sucked on their flesh, drawing them slowly but certainly to their fourth orgasm. That experience they looked forward to with eager anticipation and growing desire as the assault on their stiff cocks became sharper and sharper, and yet they wished that point would be a long way off so they could enjoy the pleasure of having an irritated stiff for as long as possible.

When they finally reached that peak it was the most powerful yet, and they twisted and strained against their bonds, drawing the restraints tighter than ever as their cockheads and their minds were raked with the combined pleasure and pain of their fourth orgasm.

Their cum consisted of one thick shot that seemed more to be drawn out of them than squirted. They gasped and grunted and their loins went weak as that single shot was sucked through the plastic tubing and added to the flask of their juices. So powerful was that last orgasm that they hung there in silence for the longest time recovering from the shock.

"Oh fuck, that was something unbelievable," David finally gasped.

"Oh yeah. It was wicked, wasn't it," the thirteen-year-old said with a grin.

"Totally."

David straightened up and concentrated for a moment, and then began to wiggle and twist. Aaron watched, uncertain what the older boy was trying to do. The look on David's face turned from one of frustration to one of worry, which caused Aaron to begin to worry also.

"What's wrong?"

"I seem to have gotten my arm tangled in these cords."

"Yeah?"

"I mean, really tangled. I can't get my arm loose."

"You're kidding."

"No."

"You mean, you're stuck?"

"Yeah."

The milking machine began again. This time the two boys were too concerned about their predicament to pay it any attention, at least at first. As the machine vibrated against their now raw and aching erections and the suction resumed on their irritated peeholes, it was impossible not to concentrate on what was happening between their legs, and this time not because of the pleasure. They twisted and squirmed with greater force, trying to break loose of their bonds. David had done too good a job of buckling Aaron in and he could barely move his wrists or ankles, and his hips were even more secure with his recent thrusts. He could not move them at all as his little cocklet was assaulted. His peehole opened and closed in desperation, trying to shoot out his cum in the hopes it would shut off the machine, and his cocklet ached and burned as the machine vibrated and sucked relentlessly. David was feeling the same sensations, pain shooting through his dick head as the milking machine vibrated around it and the suction held it in place. His bonds he had made sure were tight because he knew how forceful the sensation was, and his one free arm had become hopelessly tangled in the cords.

Finally the two boys reached their fifth orgasm and they screamed out in the combination of ecstasy and pain as their nuts constricted sharply and their cock heads sent slivers of arousal down their shafts. A single clear droplet oozed out of their dickheads, enough to cut off the impulse of the milking machine. The two boys gasped and snorted, their thin chests rising and falling as they caught their breaths.

The efforts of the two boys became desperate now as they pulled and twisted against the restraints. They only had ten minutes. What would happen if they did not get loose? How many times could they be subjected to the suction of the machine and the vibration against their dickheads before they ruptured themselves or damaged something? How much could their cocks take of this? Suppose they did not get loose? Suppose they had to hang there until the morning. Who would discover them? And how could they live the humiliation of everyone knowing they'd hooked themselves up to a milking device. Panic set in. Suppose their parents were informed! They would die if that happened. They pulled and twisted with all their strength, only causing their bonds to tighten even more.

The machine began again. Aaron's cock felt so raw and exposed, like the skin and been pealed off it. Every vibration caused a shriek of pain to pass through his tender dick head. His little nuts were drawn up so tight they were small as marbles, and just as hard. Yet, despite the pain and the fear, sharp ripples of arousal passed through the irritated glans, ripples sharper and more stimulating than anything he had yet to feel, ripples of sweet pain. It was like a scab. Although one knew one should not touch it, it was irresistible, and despite the pain one had to continue to pick at it until it was pulled off.

David was sure his cock was going to be pulled off. He pulled and twisted his right arm, only succeeding in entangling it more as his irritated cock head was assaulted. The vibration along his knob and the suction on his now empty balls was totally unbelievable. The pain combined with the erotic stimulation so he did not know if he should scream with pleasure or with agony. His long, stiff cock was numb and felt twice as swollen. On and on the machine vibrated, attacking his stiff, exposed, vulnerable organ, and until once again his body was raked with his orgasm, this one dry. Aaron too thrust his body and groaned as his cocklet throbbed and his balls ached with the inability to produce more seed. The machine, not receiving its moistness feedback, continued its attack on the boys' now raw and abused flesh and they jerked uncontrollably as the foam liner vibrated against the sensitive rim of their knobs relentlessly.

Whether it was panic or fear or just dumb luck David would never know, but as he made still another desperate attempt to free his arm he felt the tangle of cords give and his arm begin to slip out. Freeing his arm, he weakly reached over and with his fingers numb and almost impossible to command, he shut off the vibrator, and then the suction. Gasping for breath, he reached down and slowly and gingerly pulled the milking machine sleeve off his stiff, irritated dick, and then undid the ties about his other wrist and his ankles. They were tight and his fingers numb. It took him an agonizingly long time. Collapsing on his knees, he shuffled across the floor and tenderly removed the sheaf from Aaron's abused cocklet. It still stood out, like a red little poker, the foreskin completely pulled back and the knob a dark reddish purple, the colour of a bruise. The veins stood out on his little shaft like the varicose veins of an old man. David struggled with the bonds about the thirteen-year-old's ankles and wrists, and then his waist, and as Aaron slumped to the floor, David wondered if the young singer would ever forgive him. It was such a fucking damn shame. It had all begun so wonderfully, and if things hadn't gone so awry, they could have had at least another experience on Saturday before they had to part.

"You okay?" David asked, sitting down beside the younger boy.

"Well, I will be," Aaron responded. "In a month or so," he added with a weak grin.

"Shit. I'm so fucking sorry."

"Hey, I'm joking," Aaron replied. "That was wicked."

"Yeah. It was," David admitted now the danger had passed.

"So, what we gonna do with, well, you know," Aaron said, nodding at the flask.

"We could dump it down the drain," David said slowly.

"That what you usually do?"

"No," David admitted. Painfully reaching over and pulling the bag the machine had been in over to him, he reached inside and took out a two-hole rubber stopper. Removing the nozzle device, he stoppered the flask, and then reaching into the bag again, he pulled out two straws. "Would you like to share a power drink?"

Aaron looked at the flask of creamy white and translucent juices and at the two straws and then up at David. "You serious?"

"Yeah."

"Sure."

Inserting the straws in the two-hole stopper, David held the flask up between them. The thought of drinking his sperm, and Aaron's, made his cock begin to raise up despite the abuse it had received. His tight nuts objected. With a smile, he slipped his lips about the straw. Aaron smiled back as he moved closer and with his face inches away from David's, he also slipped his lips about the straw. Fuck, he was about to drink his cum, and the sixteen-year-old's! He sucked in.

The cum was thick and they had to suck hard to draw it up the straws, but it was also adhesive so that once it was sucked up, the rest followed. The first suckful entered their mouths. Whether it was their own cum or the other's or a combination of both they had no way of knowing. It was warm and thick and gooey. It was slightly salty, slightly bitter. They savored it and swallowed it and sucked in another gulp. They swirled the thick juice about their mouth and it stuck to their tongues like peanut butter. They sucked in another swallow. It was delicious, and drinking the erotic shake was just as erotic and pleasant as it had been making it in the first place. So, the two boys sat there on the floor of the milking parlor sucking on the flask of cum, drawing back out of the flask the cum they'd shot into it. They continued until it was drained.

Aaron looked over at David, his lips glistening and a white droplet of cum clinging to his lower lip. He reached up and wiped off his own lips with the back of his hand, his mouth now puckered with the tart cream from their nuts. They said nothing as they got to their feet and pulled up their underwear and trousers. Heading back to the boys bunk house, they walked like true cowboys, but their bowleggedness had nothing to do with riding.

Jane Carter was hesitant when she got the phone call the next night. Aaron's tour was only a week away, next Saturday, and after being away for two weeks he had to get some practicing done, but he so wanted to go visit his new friend, and making friends was the whole reason for sending him to Pineview Farms. She gave in to her better judgement and agreed. Aaron was a talented young boy and she knew he would be prepared for the tour. Besides, although she didn't know David Gallagher, she knew of the actor, and he seemed like a nice young boy, the type of boy she'd like Aaron to associate with.

Next: Chapter 5: Secluded Beach


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