Caution/Welcome. Maryann Raposo, seeing Aaron and Brandon constantly together and sneaking off every chance they got, figures that Brandon is sucking up to Aaron and decides that two can play that game, except she can play better, little knowing the awkward position she will be placing her son Greg. This story does not reflect nor imply a real event nor the real sexuality of these two hot young singers. Other comments about their lives and their parents represent a frequent view expressed in celebrity news and gathered from fan site gossip. If you do not like reading gay fantasies about celebrities or teen age boys having hot, unbridled sex with each other, this is where you stop and hit the back or delete key and wait for the next story. This is the fortieth of standalone stories in a series of Aaron Carter and Friends fanfic gay fantasies and follows the story "Aaron and Erik: Tree House Rock". Greg has appeared in several earlier stories, the most recent being number 36, "Aaron: Street Revenge". This story is posted at gay adult story sites for the purpose of adult entertainment. Permission is not given to copy electronically for the purpose of redistribution or posting at sites other than described without the permission of the author. Comments can be sent to the author J.O. Dickingson at authorsix@hotmail.com
AARON AND GREG: SECURING THE FUTURE
Maryann Raposo made no effort to hide her frown as she watched Aaron Carter and Brandon Hargest playfully exchanging punches and giggling over some private joke. Brandon, she had noticed, was spending an exorbitant amount of time with Aaron, far more than any of the other performers, and he and Aaron seemed to be constantly huddling and whispering to each other, probably about the other performers on Aaron's tour, and probably not in a positive manner. Aaron was a copy of his mother in that regard. She knew how critical and sarcastic Jane Carter could be from touring with her before, back when Greg was a member of the Dream Street band. She would never forget Jane Carter's comment that Chris Trousdale was the only member of the band that had any talent. Well, a lot of good that did Chris. Jane Carter had him dropped off Aaron's tour for that very reason, because of his talent. She didn't want anyone showing up her precious Aaron, and after Chris's recent hugely successful performance at Kids Fest in Cleveland she had reason to worry. Well, that was to her and Greg's advantage. She'd quickly snapped up the four slots that Chris had been booked for, and two others that Chris's agent had been negotiating for.
Of course she was fully aware of the implication of that, mainly that Jane Carter did not see Greg as a threat. Well, she'd find out on the tour Greg was every bit as good as Chris Trousdale, and better than her precious son. Besides, who gave a tinker's damn what she thought. The tour was giving Greg all the publicity they could want right across the country, and at no cost to them.
Jane wasn't something she had to concern herself with at the moment anyway, or for the duration of the tour for that matter. She'd made sure they had a sound contract that even the crafty and power-driven Jane Carter would not be able to get out of once she saw how good Greg was. Louis Baldonieri had made the sarcastic observation that she needed to get a life. Well, she had a life, Greg's, and she knew a thing or two about contracts, especially after losing the suit against Baldonieri. Her concern at the moment was Brandon Hargest's agent and his mother. She knew what was going on. Brandon had been prompted to spend as much time as he could with Aaron, to suck up to him in the hopes of convincing Aaron's mother to continue giving Jump Five opening slots with Aaron's future tours, or perhaps even just himself knowing all too well the competition and backstabbing of band members. There was little doubt Aaron would be producing more albums and going on future tours to promote them so getting on his good side now would not be a bad thing. Everyone in the industry knew how Jane doted on her son well, actually how she depended on both her sons for her extravagant life style, her and her deadbeat husband too lazy and incompetent to have real jobs themselves. A supporting word from Aaron on whom he'd like lining up his next set of opening acts would go a long way with her. Well, two could play that game, and she could play it a lot better than that holier-than-thou Hargest woman and her son.
"Are you listening to me?"
"Yes, of course," Greg said, the hair on the back of his neck bristling. He hated it when his mother said that, and when she used that tone. He was eighteen now. Eighteen years and three months. He was no child yet she kept talking to him and treating him like he was one. That was even more embarrassing than the capitalized announcements she mailed out to every fan site on the Internet for every little thing he did. Besides, her advice sucked most of the time, like the advice of most adults. It had been her advice that they break away from Lukow and Baldonieri and that had landed them in depression city for the next six months. Of course that decision had largely been the influence of Mama Galasso.
"This is important," she stressed. Sometimes Greg could act such a child. Of course that independence streak was typical of talented artists, and there was no question about his talent. "We want to stay on the Carters' good side."
"Because Aaron's such a famous star," Greg said sarcastically.
"Because he's in the spotlight right now."
"I'm every bit as good as him, better."
"I know that, and you know that, which is all the more reason we stay in Jane Carter's favour. Remember, this is the night Chris Trousdale was supposed to be opening for Aaron. I told you what happened to Chris."
Greg knew. His mother had told him often enough, with undisguised glee and gloating that she had secured Chris's spots on the tour for him. Of course she had good reason to be bitter about Chris Trousdale, as did the other members of the band. His mind flashed back to three weeks ago when several of the former Dream Street band had gotten their revenge on Chris, a revenge that had begun innocently enough but had ended up sordid and disgusting despite the fact Chris deserved everything he'd gotten. "So we have to suck up if we want to stay on the tour."
"There's no danger of being dropped from the tour, not with the contract I got for us, but we do have to suck up as you put it if we want to share in Aaron's spotlight right now, and have a chance to be asked on future tours. You know how much PR that would bring, and how important PR is."
"Yeah, right." PR was what had gotten them in trouble with Lukow and Baldonieri. "So the point is you want me to get chummy with Aaron."
"Yes. You have to spend more time with him, like Brandon has been."
Greg had also noticed how close the two had been ever since the tour had begun. You never saw one without the other, and they were always whispering, as if they were plotting something. Brandon and his band mates might put on being so holy and Christian, but his mother was right on this one. He was up to something.
"Get to know him, and let him get to know you."
A thought immediately came to Greg's mind, an obscene one. He was not all that fanatic about religion, not like the Jump Five band that actually prayed before they went on stage, but he was a good, practising Catholic. He knew the other meaning of "to know", the biblical meaning. He wondered what his mother would think if she ever found out he had already "known" Aaron, and Aaron had "known" him.
"Talk about the things he's interested in, the things he likes to do."
Greg knew what Aaron was interested in, and what he liked to do. His mother had no idea what she was asking him to do. Aaron was a bonafide, one hundred percent, all-American fag. If his mother ever discovered that, she'd pull him off the tour contract or no contract and hang the loss of publicity. Her moral indignation over the attitudes of the former producers of Dream Street had been sincere if somewhat naive, and we were talking straight sex there.
The things with Lukow and Baldonieri he'd had no problem with himself, the seductive poses, the open shirts to reveal their chests, the joking around about auctioning their gaunches and making out with their fans, it was all about promoting an image and selling records, and good- natured joking around, and it had been about the opposite sex. Hell, what teenage boy didn't want to be the sex idol to thousands of screaming female fans. He'd have readily auctioned off a pair of his used boxers, and he'd had plenty of jack off fantasies about making out with his female fans.
The same sex, now that was something very different. His first sexual experience with someone of the same sex had been with fans actually, the orgy with the four brothers that made up the total membership of the Dream Street Dream Beat Fan Club. That had been totally disgusting, and they had done it only because the boys had blackmailed them into doing stuff with them, and with each other. As for the messing around between the band and Aaron during their winter tour, it didn't mean anything. They'd been stressed out over the stuff that was going on between their parents and producers and pumped up like they usually were after a performance. Between the two, it had just happened. They were guys after all, with guy needs and hormones. It had just been one of those things where the circumstances had been right for something like that. He was no fag. He was a man, all man. That was what Lukow and Baldonieri were trying to portray and what got Frankie's mother all worked up about. Maybe it was because she had her suspicions. Now if anyone was a fag, it was Frankie. Talk about being a sissy mother's boy, and from the way he'd gotten turned on when they'd attacked Chris three weeks ago, that he liked guys there could be no doubt. It had been Frankie who had initiated the sex part. That had never been part of their plan. Greg shook his head. He didn't like to think about what had happened that night. He didn't like to think about any of the things he'd been thinking about.
That was what was on his mind though as he finished lunch with his mother and for the next two hours as he waited for Aaron to return from his Back to School Meet and Greet at Marshall Field's. So, it was with a black mood and with great reluctance and more than a little reservation that he hung out in the lobby of their hotel and watched for Aaron later that afternoon. Spotting him coming in with his security guards and PR agent, he got up and began walking across the lobby.
"Oh, hey, hi," he greeted, pretending to have accidentally crossed paths. "So how'd the meet and greet go?"
"The usual," Aaron replied sullenly, evidently in as black a mood as Greg. "Giggling, screaming, shoving calf-eyed mob of girls and their pushy and even louder slobbering mothers. Two hours of endless noise and mindless prattle. Two hours of signing autographs and constantly smiling, of people yelling at each other to hurry up. I don't know what aches more, my fingers, my ears or my jaw."
"Yeah, know what it's like," Greg commiserated. Back a year and a half ago at the beginning of Aaron's winter tour he and the others of Dream Street were mobbed at such store signing sessions too, and complained about how pushy some of the fans, and especially some of the mothers, were. There were days after the court trial where they would have given anything for those days again. They were coming back, for him. His fan base was growing, and so were the sizes of his meet and greet sessions. "Say, you want to come up to my room and unwind, have a Sprite or something?" he asked as he'd rehearsed and hoping it sounded spur of the moment.
"Yeah, that would be cool."
Aaron glanced over at his agent and Mike nodded. Mike was more than his PR agent, he was a friend, and a confidant, and he knew how he was feeling after a two-hour signing session. Nobody knew him better than Mike. They'd even had sex together. Knowing Mike would let his mother know where he was, Aaron followed Greg to his hotel room.
"Kick off your shoes and take a load off."
Aaron slipped off his shoes and flopped down on the bed wearily while Greg got a Sprite out of the mini-bar and opened up a bag of potato chips. "You look hot," he observed as he handed the soda to Aaron. Aaron opened it and took a long swig.
"I am. The store was stuffy, and with all those cows milling around, it was even hotter and stuffier."
"It's been a hot day. I think we're going to be hot performing tonight."
"Oh yeah." Aaron glanced around. "It has to be sweet having your own room."
"Yeah, it is," Greg agreed. The extra cost had been a big argument with his mother, but he was eighteen after all. An eighteen-year-old guy didn't share a room with his mother.
"I'm still stuck sharing a room with my mother," Aaron grumped as if reading his mind.
"That sucks. A guy needs his privacy, just to be alone sometimes, or to spend some time with a friend," he quickly added.
"Tell me about it. Pretty hard to entertain when your mother is sitting there in the room."
"Especially certain friends, like Hilary Duff," Greg said with a grin, referring to the almost weekly reporting in the tabloids about there being an Aaron Carter and Hilary Duff thing going on, "or Jill Gioia." Jill was his back up singer, who had a great body to go with her voice and whom he wouldn't mind bedding.
"Yeah, well, don't believe everything you read in the tabloids," Aaron responded with a sly smile. He took another long swig of soda. "Hey Jolly Roger lollipops!"
"Yeah, spotted them in the store downstairs. Help yourself." Actually, knowing they were Aaron's favourite candy, and that he liked to snack on Fruit Roll-ups, his mother had gone out and boughten both. "I got Fruit Roll-ups in the mini-bar if you'd like some," Greg offered as he began to get up from the chair he'd just sat down on.
"No, that's fine," Aaron replied, popping a lollipop in his mouth and sucking on it. "Maybe later."
He closed his eyes and savoured the cherry lollipop. Jolly Roger lollipops, Fruit Roll-ups, Sprite, all his favourite things. You'd almost think Greg was trying to seduce him he thought with a smile. Actually, when he thought about it, the whole conversation was filled with sexual innuendos. Kick off his shoes and take a load off. He had thought take a load off his feet of course, but there was another load that he could get off, one the two of them had gotten off on several occasions. Greg had immediately observed he looked hot. That could have been reference to something else, not the temperature, especially when he observed they'd both likely be hot that night. And then the reference to entertaining girls, when he had to know damn well by then that he liked guys. Was he checking if he still was, or was he making a reference to sex but too embarrassed to suggest the two of them?
As Aaron savoured his lollipop, Greg studied him. From the look on his face he was really getting off on it. He knew Aaron also got off on sucking something else. As he slipped his mouth off the lollipop he was reminded of the look on Aaron's face when he slipped his lips off a guy's cock, and when Aaron snaked out his tongue and wrapped it about the sucker, he recalled how Aaron licked a guy's knob just as eagerly. Despite his feeling about homosexuals and guilt about having done stuff with guys, those thoughts resulted in a stirring in his jeans.
Half opening his eyes, Aaron saw the look on Greg's face, his parted lips and the way he was staring at him seductively. The bulge in his jeans, which of course being interested in guys he'd noticed right off, was definitely larger. That surprised him. Greg had always seemed reluctant when they'd messed around after a performance back when Dream Street had been an opening act on his winter tour. Maybe it was because he didn't want the others to know he really got off on guy sex, or maybe he knew Jesse was gay and he and Jesse had the hots for each other. Well, Jesse wasn't there right now, and nor were the rest of the Dream Street gang, and they still had two hours before he had to eat and get ready for the evening performance. They could do a lot in two hours. He finished off the Sprite.
"Can I get you another?" Greg asked, already on his feet.
"Naw, not right now. Come sit over here on the bed instead," he said with a seductive smile and a twinkle in his eyes.
Greg's heart sank. He knew that look. His mother had said talk about the things Aaron liked. They hadn't even started. He'd hoped they might spend the rest of the afternoon talking about singing and music, about their careers, maybe about boating or four-wheelers, which he didn't know anything about but which he knew Aaron liked. He hadn't expected them to get intimate, not in the middle of the afternoon, not before the performance. He was already on his feet, and he couldn't very well say no.
As he sat down, Aaron immediately turned and wrapping his arms about him, planted a long, hot kiss right on his mouth. The hair on the back of his neck stood up. Messing with each other's dicks, getting some satisfaction, that was one thing. Guys had needs and girls weren't always available. But kissing, that was something totally different. Aaron kissed him again, more passionately, and slipped his tongue in his mouth as he placed a hand on his crotch. Damn, his body could not help reacting with a guy roaming his tongue in his mouth, and Aaron could not possibly miss his reaction with his hand on his bulge. It swelled another fraction.
Aaron smiled as he felt Greg's cock stirring. Unbuttoning the hot eighteen-year-old's shirt, he pulled it out of his jeans and ran his fingertips over his firm, muscular chest. He had great pecs, daily exercise and a proper diet giving him well-defined muscles. He caressed them now, as another boy might caress a girl's breasts, deriving the same pleasure. Feeling that he should be doing something, Greg slipped his hands under Aaron's T-shirt. His skin was smooth and warm. As Aaron ran his fingers over his nipples he felt shocks of stimulation shoot through his chest and his dick swelled a bit more. As Aaron cupped his pecs and squeezed them the fifteen-year-old resumed his kissing, kissing his mouth, his cheeks, and his neck. He flicked out his tongue and swirled it around his earlobe, and flicked his earing, and then kissed him behind the ear, which sent a shiver up Greg's spine.
Aaron was breathing heavier by then, and he reached down and unbuckled Greg's belt and then pulled down his zipper. His hand slipped inside his fly and he groped Greg's flaccid dick from outside his boxers as he kissed his neck. And then his hand was in the fly of his boxers and wrapping around his now rapidly growing cock. Being kissed and fondled by a guy like he was a girl was gross but his body said otherwise as his blood speeded up and his dick throbbed hotly in Aaron's hand. Aaron had plenty of experience with guys and immediately sensed Greg's reluctance and hesitancy, which only heightened his ardour. If Greg was holding back because he was inexperienced, or if it was because he was straight and doing it only because he was feeling horny, did not matter. Either made making out with him even hotter.
Unbuttoning Greg's jeans, he pushed him down onto his back and swung his legs up onto the bed and then pushed his jeans down along with his underwear. Kneeling on the bed beside him and untying his runners, he removed them along with his socks and pushed his underwear and jeans off. Laying down in the opposite direction, he nuzzled Greg's feet and his cock throbbed with the faint fragrance of runners and socks. He kissed the back of them and nibbled on Greg's toes, brushing his soft, moist lips over them and pecking at them. Greg had strong, beautiful feet with wide spread toes. He ran his tongue between his large toe and the adjacent one and then wove his tongue in and out between the others. His fine flaxen hair swept over his eyes and over Greg's feet.
Greg knew Aaron loved guys' feet, and he had to admit having the fifteen-year-old licking, kissing and sniffing his feet was erotic. As Aaron ran his tongue between his toes, he reached down and unbuckling Aaron's belt, he reached around under him and unbuttoned his trousers and pulled down his fly. Slipping his fingers inside Aaron's pants and under the elastic band of his boxers, he worked them down over his tight, compact butt. Performing on his feet, Aaron had firm gluteus muscles and Greg now cupped them and squeezed them, as one might cup and squeeze two loaves of bread dough. They were actually white as dough Greg observed, contrasting sharply with Aaron's Florida tan. As he caressed them, Aaron nibbled at his feet more vigorously, obviously getting turned on. As the young singer pressed his body against the older boy, Greg discovered just how turned on Aaron was as he felt his hard, hot cock pressing against his hip. He, by then, had gotten hard also.
Turning around, Aaron quickly slipped off his trousers and boxers, and grinning over at Greg, who was laying there on his back, his pole jutting up in the air, he straddled the eighteen-year- old. Reaching behind him and finding Greg's stiff cock, he slipped his fingers about it and raised it. Flexing his thighs, he raised his body and shuffled back and then slowly lowered his body. Greg looked up at him in surprise. He was going to sit on his cock. Aaron expertly shuffled into position so that the fleshy probe was wedged in the crack of his buttocks and the tip pressing against his eager anus. As he lowered his body, he pushed out with his stomach, stretching open his sphincter. The two boys grunted and panted as Aaron forced his body down on Greg's rock hard organ and Greg tensed as he felt Aaron's tight anus straining to accept him.
"Shouldn't we use some lotion or soap or something?" he gasped. His dickhead was beginning to hurt with the friction.
"Unh-unh," Aaron replied. "I want you to penetrate me without anything. I want to feel your bone stretching me open, penetrating me, hurting me." He didn't know why he'd said that, or why he wanted it, but the idea of having the eighteen-year-old's long, hard cock forcing its way into his body turned him on, and the pain of having his sphincter stretched by the swollen cockhead was an added turn on. He continued to force his body down, grasping Greg's stiff cock by the knob and ever so slowly easing his fingers down as they were replaced by his rectum. It hurt, but that was part of the pleasure of being penetrated, and he was experienced. It was not as if his ass had never been penetrated before.
It was causing Greg more pain than Aaron, and the older boy gritted his teeth and tensed as he felt Aaron's sphincter slowly stretching open and his knob slowly penetrating his asshole. And then it popped inside and the pain was gone, replaced instead by a hot moistness and almost an emptiness, Aaron's rectum easily stretching to accommodate his blood-engorged knob. Aaron slowly lowered his body further and Greg's cock sank up his rectum until he could feel Greg's coarse, curly hairs against his butt. Both boys were panting with exertion by then and he paused to catch his breath.
He then began to slowly ride Greg's cock, flexing his thigh muscles which raised his body and at the same time tightened his sphincter, and then relaxing his muscles which allowed his body to sink back down and his sphincter to open. He had strong leg muscles and he easily raised and lowered his body, riding up and down Greg's hot, throbbing bone, delighting in feeling it penetrating his body and then easing out, delighting in riding his cock horse and being able to look down in his face as he did so. Greg's eyes were half closed with that unique pleasure only the male can know, and his moist lips were parted as he slowly inhaled and exhaled. His broad, firm chest slowly rose and fell with his breath, and as Aaron speeded up his motions and he grew nearer his climax his chest rose and fell that much more quickly.
Greg could no more control his breathing than he could control the pulsating pleasure between his legs. The pain was gone and in its place was a hot, throbbing pulse. Having never had sex with a girl, he could only imagine that having his stiff, aching cock up Aaron's hot, moist rectum was like having it up a girl's cunt. It certainly felt as pleasant as he'd imagined it would having it up a cunt, and while that disturbed him, he also had to admit that it was a great feeling. Aaron, clad in only his T-shirt and socks, was evidently feeling no pain either from the look of joy on his face and the way his brown eyes were shining down at him. As he bounced up and down, riding his cock, his fine, flaxen hair bounced too, bobbing about his ears and sweeping across his face and in his eyes.
He too was approaching his orgasm, the result of having his prostate massaged by Greg's long cock and the eroticism of looking down at the handsome, dark-haired teen whose cock was up his ass. With each plunge of Greg's cock up his rectum the closer he felt himself coming, and he strained to hold back, wanting to wait until he felt Greg filling his ass with his cum. From the way Greg was breathing and from the look on his face, he suspected that would not be long. He was right, and with a whimper of sweet pain and a tensing of his body, Greg shot out his load, his thick teen cum spurting up Aaron's hot, moist asshole. As soon as he felt the first spurt Aaron sank down on Greg's body, and sitting there in Greg's lap with his stiff, throbbing cock anchoring his body and filling his ass with cum, he quivered with his own climax. His cum raced up the core of his cock and spurted out the burning tip, arching through the air to spray Greg's face and lace his heaving, muscular chest. Rope after rope erupted, leaving streamers across the surprised teen's cheeks and lips and across his chest. It had been hot riding the muscular, handsome teen's cock, but spraying his body made it all the hotter and it seemed like he was never going to stop shooting. Nor did it seem like Greg was going to stop, his cock throbbing and jerking deep up his ass as spurt after spurt shot up his rectum.
They did finally stop though, and Aaron finally raised his body and rolled off Greg. Laying there beside him, he stuck out his tongue and licked a streamer of his cum off Greg's cheek. Savouring the delightful, creamy goo from his nuts, he licked up another, and then scooping up a third with his middle and index fingers, he offered the treat to Greg, who despite his aversion, could not very well refuse. The thick, sticky paste stuck to his tongue and the roof of his mouth as he tried to swallow it, and before he could, Aaron was offering him still another streamer of his creamy goo. And so between licking his cum from Chris's body and scooping it up for him to eat, Aaron slowly cleaned Greg up.
"Oh maaannn, that was so fucking awesome," Aaron sighed. "Totally wicked."
"Totally," agreed Greg. He was far from as enthusiastic. He had just engaged in gay sex again. He'd just had his cock up another guy's ass, and the guy had sprayed him with his stuff and then eaten it and fed it to him. Still, he had to admit it had been hot, and getting off his nuts by having someone riding his cock had not been that unpleasant. However, it was fag sex, and that fact he could not ignore.
The two boys lay there for a long time. Aaron finally raised his head and glanced at the hotel clock on the night stand. "We still got fifty minutes before I have to go," he announced, reaching down and slipping his fingers about Greg's limp cock.
"Hmmm," replied Greg, who having been lying there feeling guilty and dirty was unable to greet the news with enthusiasm and considered himself lucky to have managed an uncommitted response. God, not a second time. His skin crawled. As Aaron slowly began to caress his limp cock he wished he could find some way out of the situation, but he could not. Feeling obligated to do the same to Aaron, he slowly reached over and slipping his fingers about the younger boy's limp sausage, he slowly drew back his foreskin. Gooseflesh formed on his arm. God, he was such a wimp, and such a fag. Why couldn't he just tell Aaron no? Aaron released his cock and brought his fingers to his nose and inhaled deeply.
"Hmmm, I love the smell of your cock," he sighed. He rubbed his fingers over his cheek. "I want you to rub your cock on me."
"Huh?"
"I want you to rub your cock on me, all over me, my face, my body, my feet. All over." Aaron quickly pulled off his T-shirt and his socks and eagerly twisted around so he was laying in the opposite direction of Greg again, but this time with his head at his dick instead of his feet. Picking his limp cock up, he rubbed his downy, as of yet unshaven cheek along it. He rubbed it with his nose and his forehead and with his lips, savouring the taste of it and causing it to begin to swell. He rubbed his ears against it and holding it by the base, he rubbed it behind his ears, proclaiming jokingly that he'd never wash behind his ears again so they would forever smell of his dick. He snuggled further down and rubbed his neck with it, as if painting his neck with a thick, fleshy brush. He snuggled still further down and gyrated his upper torso, rubbing his smooth, hairless chest over the warm, rubbery tube. His skin was warm and damp with sweat from their earlier sex and as he brushed his chest against the sensitive organ the touch of his skin and the thought of what he was doing caused it to continue swelling. Leaning over Greg's prostrate body, he tucked the soft hose in his right arm pit and then the left, and the warmth and dampness of his pit and the caress of his silky, damp pit hairs caused Greg's cock to swell to full length.
He continued moving down, rubbing the now erect dick against his flat stomach, again as if painting it with a brush. He rolled over and painted his buttocks, jokingly asking Greg's cock if it remembered where it had recently been as he ran the knob along his oily ass crack. He stroked the shaft along the back of his thighs, the hollow behind his knee, and the back of his finely haired shins. Greg had not really noticed how hairy the fifteen-year-old's shins were, his hair being the lightest blond and fine as the silk from a spider web. He rolled over again and ran the stiff, now fully sensitized and tingling dickhead over his toes and up along the inside of his foot, back up his hairy shins and along the inside of his sensitive thighs, up to his crotch. His own organ was stiff and throbbing with arousal by then and he snuggled up to Greg and rubbed the eighteen-year-old's cock against his, saying that now his cock would smell like Greg's.
Both boys were close to climax by then, and he twisted around once again and went down on Greg, hungrily slipping his smooth, moist lips over the knob and down the shaft, taking all six and a quarter inches into his mouth and the back of his throat. He sucked deeply on the fleshy tube in his mouth and began to slip his lips up and down the shaft, raising his lips to Greg's bulb like, circumcised knob and then slipping them back down to the hairy base. Greg's cock throbbed and ached and the heat and moisture of Aaron's mouth quickly brought him to his peak and he groaned that he was about to come. Aaron immediately slid his lips up to just below his bulb and clamped down on it, cutting off his desire. He remained like that for the longest time to ensure he'd killed the urge before resuming his blow job.
Feeling he had to be reciprocating, Greg cautiously opened his mouth and slipped it over Aaron's fat, stiff cock. Although almost three years younger than he was, Aaron's cock was thicker and a good quarter of an inch longer. He clamped his lips shut and concentrated on his breathing. He had a boy's fat dickhead in his mouth. It was repulsive and disgusting, not because of the taste, having discovered that a boy's cock really tasted no different from a guy's thumb or any other part of his body, but because it was an organ of excretion, and because it was the same organ as he had, and it was an act every straight guy in the world told other guys to do as an insult. He was doing what he was totally opposed to doing, what he'd been brought up to believe was sinful and filthy. He was straight, but he was rock hard and about to get off a second time that afternoon with a guy, the first time up his ass, and now in his mouth. How could that be?
And then he was coming, shooting his load once again. His cock burned and throbbed and his head spun with that unique pleasure, and he trembled and snorted through his nose as wave after wave of pleasure swept through his groin. And then Aaron was coming also, filling his mouth with his thick, creamy load. He immediately began to swallow, gulping down the thick, warm cream like he was some horny faggot as he felt Aaron's lips tighten about his own throbbing cock and begin to suck out the cum still up the core of his shaft. Aaron came as copiously as he had the first time, and his warm, sticky cum burst out of the corners of Greg's mouth and flowed down and around his chin. The eighteen-year-old lay there, his chest deeply rising and falling as he sucked on Aaron's perverse fountainhead, sucking out his juice and swallowing it as Aaron did the same to him. How could this be happening to him? He asked himself the question over and over as he sucked on Aaron's cock and felt the tug of Aaron's suction on his, as he struggled with his feelings of pleasure and his feelings of guilt.
At long last Aaron sat up and smiled down at him, his lips glistening with his cum. He reached down and wiped up the streamers that had trickled from the corners of Greg's mouth and fed him the sticky goo. Aaron's body was flushed and damp with sweat from the hot, stuffy hotel room and their hot session of unabashed sex. To be honest, he'd begun the day in a pissed off mood. This was the day Chris Trousdale had been slated to open for him, the first of at least four and maybe six. He'd been looking forward to that. Chris was one hot stud and he'd been looking forward with anticipation of some hot cock fun with him. When he'd learned his mother had booted him off the tour he'd been totally pissed with her. From the hot sex he'd just had however, it looked like he wasn't going to be missing Chris at all on this tour. He smiled and inhaled deeply as he rose to his feet and looked about for his clothes.
"I think my sweat has set the smell of your dick into my skin," he said with a grin. "I'm not going to shower, nor have anything to eat or drink. I want to go on stage tonight smelling like your dick and with the taste of it on my lips as I sing."
Greg lay there on the bed for the longest time, looking at the closed door and wondering if Aaron had been serious about not showering and eating, and what he smelled like and if he should shower before the performance, and what Aaron had in mind when he'd suggested they get together again after the performance as he'd headed out the door. He wondered if taking Chris Trousdale's place on this tour was going to be worth the price he was going to have to pay.
Performing at Chicago's famous House of Blues was awesome, and there was a huge crowd, the line having begun before two that afternoon and the doors not opening until six for the seven o'clock performance. Greg was close to one of the first opening acts, right after Jamie Lynn, and he was pleasantly surprised by the volume and duration of the screams though it was difficult to concentrate on the words of his songs and keep the tune with all the screaming, and at times he had to wonder if anyone could actually hear what he was saying. With the bright stage lights it was difficult to see the audience, but from those he could see they were packed in like sardines and pushing and shoving each other, and he did manage to spot a couple large "I Love You Greg" signs, though one was carried by a woman who looked older than his mother. He had to assume the girl in front of her was her daughter and she was holding it for her. He certainly hoped it was. Anyway, it was great performing before an audience like that, and he wondered what Jane Carter thought of the crowd's response to him. Well, he'd let her and Aaron worry about that, he was enjoying himself. So was Maryann Raposo.
Then Aaron came out and from the reaction of the crowd there was no doubt who the main attraction was. He was singing hits from many of the famous singers of the past, singers who had inspired him according to the promo ads but he suspected they were songs and artists who he and his mother figured would best draw a crowd. He did a fair rendition of Elvis's song, but Greg wasn't sure wearing a copy of Elvis's white, jewelled suit that he wore in the latter part of his career was a good idea. That was sort of like sacrilege. Elvis had been one of his major inspirations right from the beginning of his career and he loved to sing Elvis's songs himself. Actually, his performances had caught the attention of Priscilla Presley because his performances were so complementary to Elvis's music without him impersonating him, and Priscilla had invited him to be the only child performer in the celebration honouring the twentieth anniversary of Elvis's death. So, he had to admit being a bit envious of Aaron performing one of Elvis's hits and dressed like him while he'd been strictly forbidden to sing anything other than his own songs on this tour.
Anyway, Aaron did sing selections from many others, Sammy Davis Junior, the Beatles, the Monkees, the Bee Gees, and Michael Jackson, and he wore costumes they were associated with also. When he stepped forward to perform as Aaron took a break and they passed each other, Aaron grinned and inhaled sharply, and as Greg inhaled he wondered if Aaron really did smell like his dick, or if it was his imagination. And then the girls were screaming and he turned his attention to his performance. He had been right about it going to be hot on stage, and by the time he was done sweat was trickling down the centre of his chest and down his sides and his open, sleeveless shirt was sticking to his back. Later when Aaron performed again he mopped the sweat from his forehead, and then being the showman he was, he slipped the towel under his shirt and wiped his chest before throwing the towel out into the crowd, as if the sweat from his chest was any different from his brow. The girls all went wild each time he threw out a towel, and Greg was sure a fight was going to break out as the girls all grabbed for the sweaty towels. He wondered if the towels smelled of his dick.
He also had to wonder if it was just coincidence that Aaron was looking at him when he sang "Baby It's You" and if the impish look in his eyes when he glanced over at him as he sang "Bounce" and "My First Ride" was his imagination. When he sang one of his own signature songs, "I Want Candy," he was looking right at him and he had to be thinking of the Jolly Roger lollipops in his room and what they had done. Or maybe he was thinking of something else he'd sucked just as eagerly. Well, he'd done as his mother had asked of him. He'd gotten to know Aaron, and Aaron had gotten to know him.
"It okay if I visit with Greg for a while?" Aaron asked as the troupe of them entered their hotel after the performance.
"That will be fine," his mother responded.
Jane Carter knew the boys would be wound up tight after the performance and it would be a while before they were ready for bed. Besides, she was glad he'd chosen Greg to spend some time with instead of Brandon. She'd noticed he and Brandon had been spending a lot of time together, and considering how different the two boys were, there was only one reason she could think of for Brandon spending that much time with her son. Having no such designs, Brandon had paid no attention to the conversation, and as for Maryann Raposo, she was delighted to see Greg had not only followed her advice, but had been successful in engaging Aaron for more than just the afternoon. As Greg entered his room and flicked on the lights, he wondered what his mother and Aaron's mother would think if they only knew how they'd spent the afternoon, and how they were going to be spending the night.
"It was a great performance tonight," Greg observed.
"Oh yeah, one of the best. You were really hot."
"So were you," Greg replied, wondering in what sense Aaron had meant his complement, if he was referring to his performing, or his appearance, and leaving the choice open to Aaron's interpretation for his own comment.
"Must have been the pumping up this afternoon," Aaron said with a grin.
"Could be," Greg agreed uncomfortably, not knowing what else to say.
"Well, that was just the appetizer," Aaron observed as he pulled his T-shirt off over his head. "Let's get naked and sweaty."
"Don't you want something to drink first, or a snack or something?"
"Later," Aaron replied, unbuckling his belt and pulling down his fly.
"You're like that bunny on the battery commercial, always going."
"Unh-unh," Aaron replied, shaking his head as he unbuttoned the top of his trousers and began pushing them down. "Always coming you mean," he said with a smile.
Greg's smile was weak as he began to unbutton his shirt. By the time he'd removed it Aaron was already naked and sitting on the bed watching him. He self-consciously pulled down his fly and unbuckled his belt, aware that Aaron was watching his every move. He did have a good body, trim, muscular and smooth and Aaron made no attempt to hide his look of admiration, the same look a thousand girl fans had had watching Greg perform that evening. Waiting until Greg was naked, Aaron took the pillows from his bed and piled them up and then lay down on his back, his hips raised on the pillows. Aaron looked up at the older boy, at his solid pecs and his six-pack abs, at his muscular biceps and his dark Italian looks, and down at his long, cut cock and pendulous balls.
"Fuck me."
Greg looked down at the young teen, at his eager eyes and seductive smile, at his smooth, youthful chest, the muscles just starting to define, at his flat stomach, at his strong, widespread thighs, and at his smooth white ass raised on the pillows. To his dismay, he felt a stirring of arousal between his legs. He was straight damn it! But he was young and healthy and a guy, and despite having come twice that afternoon, was horny. He slowly dropped to his knees between Aaron's outspread legs.
"Suck me first," Aaron said. It was a plea, not an order nor a suggestion.
Greg bent forward and slipping his fingers about the base of Aaron's limp sausage he held it up perpendicular to his body. He slipped his lips over the soft, pink tube of flesh and sucked on it gently. It began to swell in his mouth. He ran his tongue over the exposed knob, Aaron's foreskin having slid down the shaft. His drool basted over the limp sausage and he sucked the dick-flavoured saliva back into his mouth and swallowed it. Aaron's cock continued growing in his mouth, causing his own to begin to swell. As he ran his tongue over the sensitive rim of Aaron's mushroom-shaped glans Aaron quivered with the arousal, and knowing the pleasure the fifteen-year-old was feeling, Greg's own cock itched with desire. He slowly bobbed his head, slipping his lips up and down Aaron's shaft, the fifteen-year-old's dick still soft but quickly stiffening. His own cock was growing stiff too, just from his actions. That he was boning up from sucking Aaron's cock could only mean one thing. But he was straight! He wanted to scream that, but the main part of his brain concentrated on his growing erection, and the more it concentrated on it, the faster it grew.
"Oh fuck yeah, that feels great," Aaron groaned as Greg ran his tongue over his exposed knob.
That was what this was all about, pleasing each other. There was nothing wrong with one guy pleasing another, not good friends. They were fellow performers. Aaron was soon erect.
"Oh yes," he groaned. "Now fuck me."
Greg was stiff by then also. Slipping his mouth off Aaron's erect cock, he straightened up and shuffled forward. Reaching down and guiding his cock, he placed the tip against Aaron's eager hole and Aaron immediately pushed out to open up his portal. For the second time that day Greg's bulb pressed against Aaron's sphincter, slowly stretching it apart. For the second time that day Greg gritted his teeth as his thick cockhead stretched open Aaron's butthole without the help of lube. For the second time that day the eighteen-year-old endured the pain of penetrating Aaron's hot, tight ass, and for the second time that day he felt his knob stretch open the resisting ring and pop inside, this time however by his actions rather than by Aaron's.
Ever so slowly he sank his irritated knob up Aaron's hole, once again shoving his cock up his ass until his coarse hairs were pressing against Aaron's smooth, white backside. He paused there to enjoy the pleasure of having his stiff, aching member surrounded by hot, moist, pulsating flesh. And then he slowly began to withdraw, easing his cock back out until his knob reached Aaron's sphincter and then reversing the motion, driving his hot, throbbing pole deep up the young singer's ass. To and fro he worked his hips, easing his stiff, throbbing cock in and out of Aaron's hot, moist hole. In and out of the pulsating channel his cock slid, the knob burning with irritation and his shaft throbbing with his hot, passionate blood.
Aaron smiled up at him with that seductive smile that turned on preteen and teenage girls, and their mothers. Greg wondered if those mothers and girls would be so eager to see him perform if they knew their hot cuttie was really a faggot in hiding, a boy who preferred other boys over girls. He wondered if they would still come out to watch him perform if they knew he had sex with guys. He thrust his hips to and fro with a mix of emotions, on the one side unable to resist enjoying the pulsating pleasure throbbing between his legs and the pleasant burning of his knob, and on the other side ever aware that the pleasure he was feeling was the result of having sex with a guy. Again as Aaron groaned and stretched his head back, he reminded himself that he was not the only one feeling pleasure, and that the pleasure Aaron was feeling was the result of his doing. Again he reminded himself that there was nothing wrong with bringing another person pleasure, nor himself for that matter.
Aaron had no conflicting thoughts as jolt after jolt of stimulation shot through his groin each time Greg's knob brushed his prostate and he would have heartily agreed that there was nothing wrong with seeking pleasure or bringing pleasure to others. That was what sex was all about, and that he'd sworn would be his goal on this tour, to enjoy himself to the fullest. As he approached his climax Aaron worked his sphincter in time with Greg's thrusts and retreats. It was hot, and it was hot in the room. His body was flushed and he felt the sweat trickling down his sides and collecting in his arm pits. He loved sweat. He loved hot, sweaty sex. Hell, he loved sex no matter what. He stretched back his head and concentrated on the burning pleasure as Greg pumped his ass and on the building tension in his loins announcing the eminent approach of his climax.
They were both hot and eager and made no attempt to prolong their act. Greg inhaled sharply as he felt the twang deep in his groin and then he was shooting his thick, sperm-laden cum up Aaron's tight, pulsating hole, and at the same time Aaron erupted, this time spraying his own body with his streamers of sticky white cum. Aaron tightened the grasp of his sphincter about Greg's throbbing, spurting bone as he came, and he groaned and gasped with pure delight as he felt Greg's shooting his load up his ass and as his cock jerked and throbbed as it spurted out his own cum. Wrapping his arms tightly about Greg, Aaron drew his body down against his, pressing his firm, smooth pecs against his cum laced chest. He found his lips and they kissed feverishly, their stiff cocks still oozing out their cum, Greg's up his flooded ass and his own trapped between their perspiring bodies. It had been awesome and the night was still young, and so were they.