Caution/Welcome. GE Electric and Disney Radio bring Chris Trousdale, Jesse McCartney, and Stevie Brock together for an hour of entertainment at the Corning Preserve in the Albany Riverfront Park in New York. While bringing the citizens of Albany a free summer event featuring nine hours of live music, water shows, kids events and fireworks, the sponsors of the Riverfest inadvertently also bring together these three young performers for some hot summer fun. This story does not reflect nor imply a real occurrence at this event nor the real sexuality of these hot young singers. If you do not like reading gay fantasies about celebrities or about teenage boys introducing a twelve- year-old fellow performer to the joys of gay sex, this is where you stop and hit the back or delete key and wait for the next story. This is the forty-first of standalone stories in a series of Aaron Carter and Friends fanfic gay fantasies and follows the story "Aaron and Greg: Securing the Future". Chris and Jesse have appeared in several earlier stories, the most recent being number 36 "Aaron: Street Revenge" for Chris and number 31 "Aaron's Fifteenth Birthday Bash" for Jesse. 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
HOT SUMMER FUN IN ALBANY
"Great performance this afternoon," Jesse McCartney observed, glancing at the three others who'd participated in the meet and greet as they prepared to leave.
"Thanks. You were great too," observed Stevie Brock, and Chris Trousdale and Nikki Cleary echoed his comments. "And I really liked your duet," Stevie said, turning to Chris and Nikki. Unlike the trite complements by many performers, his, like those by the others, were sincere and the four of them knew it. In their dog eat dog lives, they appreciated the honesty.
"It was great singing with you again and having a chance to talk," Nikki said with a smile as she glanced at Chris. "But I got to run."
"Okay. I'm sure we'll see each other again."
"Yeah, catch you on the flip side," called Stevie.
Chris watched her as she headed for the door, his eyes automatically dropping to her backside. He could not help it. He was eighteen and perfectly healthy, and she did have an attractive backside. The three of them finished packing up their things, having slipped backstage after the signings to get away from their fans. It had been a fun two hours, but Jesse could not help noticing Chris looked sad. "Not quite the same as when we were a team, is it?" he asked.
Chris looked up, a flash of anger blazing in his hazel brown eyes for a moment as he took the comment as a personal criticism but quickly fading when he realized Jesse was just making an observation. "Yeah," he said solemnly, "it isn't."
"You're doing well though," Jesse observed. "I heard about the success of your performance at Kids Fest in Cleveland, and about your duet with Nikki for Jive Records. I'm glad." He had to add that. They had not seen each other for a while, and the last time he'd still been feeling angry about comments Chris had made about the team, and particularly about Greg and Frankie, both of whom he was still good friends with. Chris had tried to be friendly the first time they'd met after he'd made those comments, even give him a hug, but he'd been unable to reciprocate back then.
"You're doing well yourself," Chris observed, sensing a friendlier tone than the last time they'd met, and sincere in his admiration of Jesse. Unlike the other three members of the band, he'd announced he was leaving the group and had worked it out with the producers and them, and he had left for honest reasons, to pursue his acting career, not with the fake moral indignation that the other three and their mothers had tried to use with the plans on still using the Dream Street name and capitalizing on their past fame. "I mean your new single EP, Beautiful Soul. I've heard it. Very hot. And I hear you're lined up to do a TV series, Summerland."
"Yeah. Things are going well."
"Hey, we don't mean to be ignoring you," Jesse said, noticing Stevie trying to look inconspicuous as he headed for the door. "We just got some history, you know."
"Hey, yeah, I understand," Stevie responded. "That's okay." He knew they had things in common, and they were significantly older than he was.
"Actually, I got a favour to ask you."
"Yeah?"
"You're one of Aaron Carter's opening acts on his Jukebox Tour, right?"
"Yeah."
"Sorry," Jesse said, glancing over at Chris. "I know that's probably a sensitive topic right now."
Chris shrugged. "Hey, you know like I say, life's here so live it."
"That true, you know, about you being dropped from the tour by Aaron's mother?" asked Stevie in his innocence.
"Yeah."
"That so sucks. Majorly!"
Chris shrugged again. "Actually, I see it as a complement, from Jane Carter, not that complements from her rate very high in my opinion."
"Well that's one way to see it," Jesse observed with a smile.
"So, you got a favour to ask?"
"Oh, yeah," said Jesse, looking in his backpack. "I got this letter. I was wondering if you could give it to Aaron for me?"
"Sure, no problem. I'm joining him on the tour tomorrow actually." He looked up at Chris with his large, innocent eyes. "Sorry."
"Hey, stop it you two. It's not that big a deal."
"You heading off right away?" asked Jesse, knowing that despite his front, it was a big deal for Chris. Opening for Aaron would have been good PR even as an opening act and not equal billing. Chris was doing well, as was he, but let's face it, both had fifteen minute slots that afternoon, along with equal time for Stevie and Nikki. Fifteen measly minutes, while the Commitments and Nile Rogers and Chic each had an hour and fifteen minutes! Who'd even heard of them! Free PR even as Aaron's opening act was nothing to sneeze at.
"Actually, I thought I'd stick around and catch Toby Foyeh and Orchestra Africa and maybe walk around. Brought some shades and a hat to hide behind, but I figure I won't have that much a problem blending in with this crowd."
"I thought I might hang a bit too. If you want to, we could hang together a while. . . ."
"Sure. That would be cool. What about you Stevie?"
"Ah, yeah, sure. You two guys don't mind me joining you? I mean if you got stuff you wanna talk about or do, that's cool."
"It would be a pleasure and an honour," replied Jesse with a dramatic bow.
"For sure." Chris agreed
"Cool," Stevie beamed.
And so the three caught the African music performance and walked around the park, pausing to listen to the wandering Master Blend Barbershop Quartet and stopping at the food and drink venders. "There's a lighted boat parade by the yacht club later, and fireworks," observed Chris.
"That would be cool. But I don't know if I want to stay around for the Commitments, and what was that other group?" Stevie asked.
"Nile Rogers and Chic."
"Maybe you could try the Price Chopper Hopper, or the pony rides," suggested Jesse with a grin, referring to two of the kiddie events over at the TJ Maxx KidZone.
"Very funny," Stevie said with a face.
"By the way, I forgot the mention, that letter I gave you to deliver. Better not let Aaron's mother see you giving it to him."
"No? Why?" Stevie asked in his innocence. "I mean well, no, it's none of my business."
"No, that's okay," Jesse replied. "Actually, it's because his mother is in a real bitchy mood right now. She's having, well, some problems with Aaron's dad, married stuff you know?" Stevie nodded though he didn't know, about Aaron specifically or the types of problems married couples had, his own parents being very happy. "Anyway, she's being a real bitch. She's cut Aaron's contact off with his father, and his brother and sisters, and she's cut off his computer and phone. Aaron managed to get an Email to me before she did. She said it's because she doesn't want any distractions. Anyway, I don't think she'd be too happy him getting a letter from me, if you know what I mean."
"Yeah, sure. No problem. I can slip it to him when she's not around."
"Appreciate it," Jesse said with a smile.
"You and Aaron, you know, still an item?" asked Chris. During their tour with Aaron as Dream Street he'd noticed that out of the five of them, Jesse had had the least problem with messing around as a group of guys, and that he and Aaron had hit it off the very first time they'd messed around. Since then he'd heard rumours about Aaron, and particularly about him and Jesse. Although neither had come out, he also knew from reliable sources that Jesse for sure was gay. He didn't broadcast it, but he didn't hide it either. What Chris did not know was that one of the biggest reasons for Jesse's reaction against what Chris had said to the media was a fear that he might in his anger and emotion reveal his secret.
"Yeah," Jesse admitted, having no problems with others knowing but still uncomfortable when asked.
"Item?" asked Stevie in surprise, "you mean, as, well, as, you know. . . ."
"As gay," said Jesse. "Yeah. If you have a problem with that. . . ."
"No. No. Definitely no," stumbled Stevie. "I'm cool with that." He could tell that neither boy was believing him. "It's just, well, you know, just that I've never met anyone who was, well, you know, who was ."
"Gay," concluded Jesse with a smile.
"Yeah."
"Geez, I'm sorry," Chris apologized. "I should have kept my mouth shut, or asked you about you and Aaron in private. I wasn't thinking."
"Hey, no sweat. Actually, to be honest, our relationship is a lot like that between Aaron and Hilary."
"Come again?"
"In the is it on or is it off sense," Jesse explained. "Just like Aaron and Hilary, he and I are busy and live in different parts of the country, and with me getting involved more in acting, I'm going to be spending a lot more time in California. We love each other, but we don't really have much opportunity to develop a meaningful relationship."
"I thought you two had a very meaningful relationship actually," Chris observed. "In fact I was wondering if this whole Hilary Duff/Lindsay Lohan thing was a front to cover for Aaron being gay."
"Oh no, Aaron's not like that, using people to hide behind like that I mean. He was just trying to be friends, besides the whole PR thing you know, teen heartthrob, teen romance. Hilary and Lindsay are the ones who were trying to make something a lot more out of it. Let's face it, both are very possessive, and Aaron does have a hot bod."
"Uh, I'll pass comment on that."
"I think he does," Stevie piped up. Jesse and Chris looked at him. "I do, and I'm not a girl nor gay, nor straight. I'm a nothing actually."
"Yeah, we can agree with that," Jesse said as he and Chris exchanged grins.
"Very funny. What I meant is that Aaron does have a great body in a nonsexual way, and that I'm not sexual anything. I'm a virgin."
"Well, Jesse can fix that for you," Chris said jokingly with a wide grin. "And he could write you a letter of recommendation to Aaron if you'd really like to get to know him."
Stevie turned a bright red.
"Maybe we better change the topic," Jesse suggested with a grin. Coming across The Incredible Larry, a strolling juggler, the three stopped to watch him.
"You know, if you and Aaron want to chat and stuff, I could let him use my cell phone," Stevie offered as Larry headed toward the KidZone stage for his five-thirty performance. "And I'll probably have my lap top, so he can instant message you and stuff if you guys got that. I'll be on tour with him for the next ten days."
"Hey, thanks. That would be cool, but I don't want you getting into any trouble with Jane Carter. I wouldn't want to be responsible for her cutting you out of any future tours with Aaron."
"Hey, I'll be careful."
"Well, thanks. Delivering the letter will be enough. The rest, well, we'll see."
"When you do deliver the letter, you'd better get out of there. Getting a love letter from Jesse will probably make Aaron so randy there's no telling what he'll do," joked Chris.
"Maybe you should warn him to wear oven mitts when he opens it," smiled Jesse. "It is hot."
Stevie laughed. "But, if you two are, like lovers, he wouldn't do nothing with another guy, would he?"
"Hey, we're realistic. We knew we'd be apart for weeks, even months at a time. Besides, having sex with another guy and loving a guy are two totally different things. You can have sex with a guy without loving him, or while you love another guy if you're both cool with that, which we are."
"Oh." Stevie thought for a moment. "Say, if you two want to be alone, that's cool."
Chris and Jesse glanced at each other and smiled self consciously. "That's okay. We're not that kind of friends," Jesse observed. "Besides, Chris isn't gay."
"Not that I got anything against a guy who is," Chris added quickly, not wanting to offend Jesse, "or that I haven't messed around with guys before." That he added the last came as much a surprise to him as it did to Jesse.
"You've messed around with guys too?"
Chris glanced at Jesse. "Well, yeah. A bit."
"So you've both messed around with guys?" The two older boys nodded. "Wow. So what's it like, doing stuff with a guy? If you don't mind me asking, that is."
Jesse and Chris exchanged glances again. "It's hard to describe," Jesse observed.
"Speaking of hard," Chris said with a smile, glancing down and nodding at Stevie's crotch. Stevie immediately began to blush.
"Maybe we better change this conversation," Jesse said with a smile.
"I think we're too late."
"That happens at the most embarrassing times!" exclaimed Stevie in exasperation.
"Happens to all of us," observed Jesse. "Worst is when on stage performing."
"For sure."
"Oh man, that would be so embarrassing. It's happened to both of you?"
"Oh yeah," Jesse admitted.
"Fortunately not that often. But all it takes is a stray thought, or just a glimpse of a fan, a memory."
"Almost anything can do it to me. Most of the time I don't even know what caused it."
"Just shows you're healthy."
"And horny."
The boys laughed.
"If you want to slip away somewhere private and take care of business, we can wait," offered Jesse.
"I imagine it will only take a minute," joked Chris, causing Stevie to turn even redder.
"That's okay," he said, feeling like his face was on fire. "It will go away."
"Yeah, but that's not as much fun," grinned Jesse, enjoying teasing the younger boy.
"You guys, you know, you guys, well, do it, you know, with your hand?"
"Of course," observed Chris. "Every guy does it, just some more than others."
"They say nine out of ten guys do it, and the tenth lies."
It was an old joke, but new to Stevie and he laughed.
"Of course if you want, you could take Jesse along to take care of it for you instead," Chris suggested. In part he was carrying on with the joking, but also to a large part he was giving Jesse an opening. He'd noticed Jesse very obviously checking Stevie out as he'd performed, and he'd noticed as they'd wandered the park and when they'd paused to watch the strolling entertainment that he'd glanced over at Stevie with that dreamy, sexy look in his eyes. Jesse had very seductive emerald green eyes with long blond eyelashes that even he had to admit was arousing.
Jesse at first wondered if Chris was making some snide remark, suggesting that he readily messed around with other guys or with young boys like Stevie or something, or implying that it was something all gays did, that gays were promiscuous. That was typical of his past attitude, an attitude of smug superiority that had put him at odds with the others in the band, but he'd been so pleasant today. Giving him the benefit of the doubt and deciding the statement had been innocent, but also deciding to include Chris in his next statement just in the chance he was trying to make some smart comment about gays, Jesse offered, "Or the three of us could form a jerk circle." He noticed an immediate flicker of hesitation in Chris's eyes. Well, if Chris had been trying to be a smart ass it served him right.
"What's that?" asked Stevie innocently, oblivious to the thoughts of the other two.
"One of us does you and you do the other person and the other person does the one doing you."
Two and a half months away from his thirteenth birthday, Stevie was a typical boy entering puberty, full of hormones and full of questions. As an entertainer he was also more outgoing and even more daring than most boys his age are when it came to exploring those things that adults have prohibited, which the older he grew seemed to be more and more abundant, and more and more intriguing. He also knew this was an opportunity to learn something about sex that was not going to come around often. "Sounds cool. I'm willing if you two are."
Jesse was surprised by the quick pick up on his offer, having fully expected Stevie to decline. He was glad that he hadn't. For one Stevie was one attractive-looking boy, and for another, in many ways he reminded him of Aaron, which certainly added to his sex appeal. He was perhaps a bit young, but that he was young and innocent and that he'd be introducing him to the awesome world of sex between guys had a certain appeal in itself. That Chris was being drawn into it too was a bonus. Chris was even hotter looking that the last time they'd had sex, and despite his feelings about Chris, he wouldn't mind getting it on with him. Better yet, Chris wouldn't be making any comments to the media about him if he also had something to hide. Besides all that, it had been eight months since he'd had sex with another guy, and just thinking about the possibilities had boned him up.
Suggesting they might find a secluded spot along the Hudson River, Jesse began heading that direction and the other two followed, Stevie uncertain what he was getting himself into and apprehensive, Chris unwillingly but unable to think of a gracious way out of the situation. They walked along the bank past the marina, and, as Jesse had expected, they found a secluded treed area. Finding a small clearing, Stevie and Jesse nervously and self consciously pulled down their shorts and Chris his jeans. Stevie's white jockey briefs were tented out, as were Jesse's blue plaid boxers. While Chris had not boned up, his dick had begun to swell and its generous size had formed a very distinct bulge in his boxers. The boys slowly pushed their underwear down and sat in the tall grass.
"You're huge," Stevie observed admiringly as he glanced at Chris's flaccid sausage. "Both of you," he added, glancing at Jesse's stiff dick.
"It's all yours, if you want it," Chris offered with a forced smile. He suspected that Jesse would want to mess with Stevie's dick, and not particularly wanting to mess with anyone's, he figured doing Jesse was the better of the choices in that he'd already done it to Jesse. As it was, he'd also happened to have sat on Stevie's right. And so taking the initiative before one of them suggested something else, Chris reached over and slipped his fingers about Jesse's stiff dick. It had grown since the last he'd seen it and was now almost the same length of his own though not as thick.
Jesse, surprised by Chris's eagerness and perplexed as to why, knowing that he was straight and that he'd had difficulty coming to terms with the messing around they'd done in the past, though not to the same extent as the others, reached over and slipped his thumb and forefinger around Stevie's stiff cock, which at four-and-three-quarter inches was considerably larger than his had been at that age, and which he knew was larger than the average twelve year old's. It was more slender than his own, but at two fingers thickness, he knew it was also thicker than most kids his age. A tiny patch of fine, blond hairs had begun just above Stevie's young, slender cock. His balls, Jesse noted, were hairless and huge.
Stevie completed the circle by reaching over and slipping his thumb and first two fingers about Chris's limp cock. He had never held another boy's cock before, and it felt weird holding that most private part while another boy was holding his. He tried not to be obvious as he glanced over and watched Chris slowly slip his fist up and down Jesse's long, stiff cock, pushing his foreskin, which had slid down off his knob as he'd gotten erect, back up over his knob, and then slowly drawing his fist back down and pulling his foreskin back down with it. It was surprisingly erotic seeing a boy jacking off another and his dick throbbed with excitement. He dared to glance down and watch Jesse's hand. His own foreskin only stretched down as far as the rim of his mushroom- shaped glans when he got hard himself. Jesse was gripping his slender bone by the base with his thumb and first two fingers, just like he usually did when he jacked off. Jesse slowly drew them up, causing his skin to slip up over his knob, and then slowly slipped his fingers back down, drawing down his skin. Unlike the way he usually did it, just drawing the skin down to the rim, Jesse kept drawing down, drawing his skin off the rim and exposing the sensitive, reddish skin beneath. It was a strange feeling, sort of hurting to have his skin pulled right back like that and sort of feeling raw and vulnerable, but his exposed knob feeling even itchier than usual.
He slowly pulled up on Chris's thick cock, slipping his fingers and thumb up over his knob encased in his skin, and then slowly slipping them down to the base, pulling the skin down but not completely off his knob. To his delight Chris's cock began to swell, and it was particularly erotic feeling it swelling as a result of what he was doing. Chris was getting aroused, and he knew exactly how his dick was feeling. It was not that long before his dick was erect and Stevie marvelled at the size and the firmness of the six-and-a-half-inch pole he was holding between his thumb and first two fingers. He had never seen another guy's bone before, never mind held one, and he could not believe how hard and how hot a guy's bone felt, nor how arousing it was to be holding it.
He slowly eased his thumb and two fingers up the thick shaft, pushing Chris's skin up over his bulb, and then he slowly eased them back down, drawing his skin back. He could not believe how hot it was to jack off another boy, to do to him what he'd only recently begun doing to himself, bringing him the same weird stimulation. It was also hot having someone else jacking him off, bringing him that same pleasure that up until that moment had only been brought by his own hand. It was the same pleasure, but it felt totally different having someone else's fingers squeezing his stiff, throbbing cock and sliding up and down it. Part of it of course was that Jesse was pulling his skin right back, but it was more than that, something he couldn't quite identify.
Actually it was difficult to think clearly the way his dick was throbbing and tingling and with so many thoughts running through his mind. He was being jacked off by another boy, and it felt great. And he was jacking off another boy, and that felt great too. Did that mean he was gay? Chris had said he was straight, but he was jacking off Jesse, and had messed around with him and maybe other boys before. How could that be? Jesse had said that two guys could have sex with each other without loving each other. Was that the difference? Gay or not, he knew what they were doing was taboo. He'd been taught since as far back as he could remember that his dick was private, and not to be shown to others, and not to be touched, not even by himself never mind another person. His was being touched, and he was touching another's, and both were awesome. Of course that something adults prohibited felt awesome came as no surprise.
Several thoughts were assaulting Chris's mind also. He liked girls, not boys, but there he was once again in the middle of sex with guys. Not only was he in the middle, but he was enjoying it. That was the most disturbing of all. He'd made the comments he'd had because he wanted to patch things up with Jesse. Of all the members of the former Dream Street band he'd found Jesse the most honest and the only one that wasn't backstabbing and two-facing the others to get ahead. It had been the other mothers who'd gotten them tangled in with the law suit, which the judge saw through immediately and tossed out. So, he'd been hurt when Jesse had snubbed him the first time they'd met after the law suit and he'd tried to be friends, but later he saw how Jesse had to support the others. He had a soft heart.
So did he. That was why he'd given Jesse the opening to get it on with Stevie, knowing that Jesse found the boy attractive but would never make the first move, not given that he and Aaron were an item despite being hardly ever able to see each other, and given Stevie's age. He'd also seen the look in Stevie's eyes as they'd talked and he remembered what it had been like being twelve and curious about the things that were going on with one's body and one's mind, and worried too. That was why when Jesse had suggested a jerk circle he'd gone along with it though in his heart he didn't really want to do anything with guys ever again. Now that he was, he once again had to admit that bringing another boy pleasure, as he was bringing Jesse, was not a bad thing, and in itself did not make a guy gay. Like Jesse had said, a guy could have sex with another guy without loving him. And helping Stevie see that jacking off was not a bad thing despite all the secrecy and taboos around it, and actually something perfectly natural, and something that a lot of guys did together, was not a bad thing either. Sure he was eighteen and Stevie only twelve and his parents and society and the church had said what they were doing together was a sin and illegal, but how something that felt so good and harmed nobody could be so wrong he could not see, nor accept.
Jesse saw nothing wrong with what they were doing. His cock was throbbing hotly as Chris worked his fist up and down the length, and Stevie's slender young cock was throbbing and aching just as hotly. He glanced up at the look of awe and pleasure in Stevie's flushed, innocent face and he knew that there was nothing but good in what they were doing. He glanced down at Stevie's hand working slowly up and down Chris's thick, throbbing shaft. Every guy in the world jacked off, and to deny a guy that pleasure because of his age was wrong. To put up barriers and hurdles to prevent guys from doing it to each other was also wrong, and that he was having one small part in telling the world to go screw itself with it's laws and beliefs of hate and denial and that he was having one small part in introducing the joy of mutual masturbation to another boy made what they were doing all the more pleasant and all the more right.
Stevie was having no such lofty thoughts as his two jerk off buddies. All he knew was that his cock was itching and throbbing with pleasure, and that the thick cock he was jacking off had to be feeling the same as his, and that he would be soon reaching his orgasm. His cockhead was itching madly and he could not sit still each time Jesse's fingers slipped over the rim, and his large, hairless balls were beginning to swell and draw up under his dick. Chris was approaching his climax also, and Stevie could feel his shaft pulsating even more forcefully between his fingers. Having his thick cock stroked by just Stevie's first two fingers and thumb was very different from the way he was used to stroking it himself, having gotten into the habit of using his entire fist, which added to the erotism of being jacked off by another boy. That this was Stevie's first time jacking off another boy made it all the more erotic. Despite being one hundred percent straight, Chris could not deny the pleasure he was feeling. Jesse was feeling pleasure too, not just from having his dick stroked by his former band mate, but also from stroking Stevie's slender, young dick, and especially knowing that no boy had ever touched him there before, nor had brought him such pleasure.
Stevie was definitely feeling pleasure and was surprised how much more intense the feeling was being jacked off by another boy than doing it to himself. He was thinking that when he felt the still awesome and mysterious twang deep in his groin. "I'm going to ," he began and then it was obvious what he was going to. His thin, whitish cum spurted out of his cock and up into the air and onto the fresh green grass, almost striking Chris. He gasped for breath and squirmed in ecstasy as wave after wave of pleasure throbbed through his groin and spurt after spurt shot from his throbbing, swollen cock, his thin cum arching up into the air and falling in slimy blobs on the grass. His lips parted and he panted for breath as his body jerked like he was holding a live wire.
In a sense, he was. Seeing him coming and knowing nobody had ever witnessed him doing that before, Chris shot his load next, his thick white cum shooting up into the air and landing back down on the grass before them. Shot after shot erupted from his thick, throbbing cock and for the next minute he thought of nothing else except the immense pleasure of ejaculation and the fact that his cock was the first Stevie had ever jacked off and from the gleam in his emerald green eyes he was thoroughly enjoying it. Seeing Stevie and Chris coming, Jesse followed seconds later, his young, stiff cock spurting out his load with equal force and abundance, his cum also shooting into the air and landing in thick blobs on the grass before them to flow into the blobs by the others. He trembled with the pleasure of his ejaculation, and the pleasure of having been brought off by Chris, and especially the pleasure of being the first to have jacked off the flushed, gasping boy beside him.
They sat there in silence, holding each other's stiff cock as each enjoyed the pleasure of his ejaculation, and the pleasure of having brought another boy off. Jesse of course knew that pleasure very well and accepted it as a natural part of growing up and one of the great advantages of being gay. Ever since his first time, Chris had struggled with the mixed feelings that came with his climax when it was caused by other boys, but over time he had come to accept the fact that bringing others pleasure felt good, so could not be wrong when others brought him that greatest pleasure a boy can know, or when he did the same. As for young Stevie, what he had just experienced had been a totally new and bewildering experience, one he knew he had thoroughly enjoyed and one that he would willingly do again given the chance. The backs of the fingers of each of them anointed with the fresh cum from the stiff cock each had jacked off, each now squeezed his own cock, squeezing out the remaining droplets of cum that hung in long pendants from their still stiff dicks. Fishing out handkerchiefs and Kleenex from their pockets with their clean hand, they wiped off their slimy dickheads and their sticky fingers in silence, sharing the flush of pleasure that follows a boy's climax and the awkwardness of having cum in front of each other and the awareness of what they'd just done, and not knowing what to say or do next.
"So what do you think?" Jesse asked as they emerged from the woods.
"Holy cheese," Stevie sighed. "Awesome! That was really so cool."
"I enjoyed it too," Jesse observed, "a lot."
"Yeah, it was good," Chris agreed, having to admit it had felt good.
The three boys resumed their wandering about the park, enjoying the warm summer evening and just walking among the crowd. They stopped at a hot dog vendor and had a soda and a New York style hot dog, a boiled Hebrew National all-beef kosher frank served with sauerkraut. They stopped to listen to the Silver Logan Sharp Chic, the R and B band of the seventies, for a while but soon lost interest.
"We still have close to forty-five minutes before the boat parade and fireworks," observed Chris as he glanced at his watch.
"We've seen everything there is to see," Jesse commented with a shrug.
"Well, we could always do what we did earlier," Stevie suggested with a grin, ready to say he was just joking if the others didn't want to but hoping that they might.
"Hmm, that will take us all of three minutes," Jesse joked and the others laughed. "Of course the second time usually does take longer." Messing around again was quite all right with him, but he couldn't appear too eager, which he knew immediately was dumb and fake and he silently cursed himself for his behaviour.
"So what do you say?" Stevie dared to ask, encouraged by the fact neither Jesse nor Chris had come right out and said no.
"Teach the kid something and look what happens. He nags you to do it all over again," Chris joked with a twinge of guilt. It had been good, and he could justify having done it, but doing it a second time, that was something quite different.
"So maybe we need to teach him something else," Jesse suggested, quite willing to do something different, and already having something in mind.
"Oh yeah? What?" asked Stevie with the enthusiasm and innocence of youth as Chris felt his heart beginning to drop. Maybe he should have seized on the chance to direct this conversation in a more comfortable direction when he'd had a chance.
"We could try a daisy chain," Jesse suggested, and Chris's heart sank even lower.
"What's that?"
"Same as a jerk circle, except instead of our hands we use our mouths," Jesse said with a seductive leer.
"You gotta be kidding!" Stevie responded, his emerald green eyes growing wide.
"No, I'm not," Jesse replied, smiling as he continued to look at Stevie seductively.
"Do guys really do that sort of thing?"
"Yeah, they do. Some guys."
"You've done it?"
"Yeah. Lots of times."
Stevie looked up at Chris.
"Yeah, I have," he admitted, though not with the enthusiasm Jesse had.
Stevie looked from one to the other. "Have you guys done each other?" The two nodded. "Really?"
"Yeah," they replied.
"I dunno," he said, wrinkling up his nose, much to Chris's relief.
"You said that hot dog you had was the first time you ever had one with sauerkraut."
"Yeah," Stevie said, not sure what that had to do with anything.
"But you liked it."
"Yeah, sure. But that's a hot dog," he replied with a grin.
"New York style," pointed out Jesse. "Here's your chance to try another type of New York wiener," he suggested with a grin. Stevie giggled. "It's even tastier, trust me," urged Jesse, "but if you want, I can go get some onion sauce and deli-mustard for it." Stevie giggled once more and to his dismay felt his dick spring to attention again with the thought. It was an intriguing idea.
"If I did, you know, try it," he said, slowing turning to look up at Chris. "Would you eat an Ohio wiener?"
"Ah, yeah, sure," Chris agreed, forcing himself to smile. He knew Jesse wanted Stevie to do it, and he knew if he showed any hesitancy Stevie probably wouldn't, and all his efforts to make up and befriend Jesse that day, including the jerk circle session, would have been for nothing. Besides, Stevie was only twelve and was willing to do it. What did that make him look like, eighteen and unwilling to engage in a little risque fun?
"Holy cheese, I dunno," Stevie said again as he struggled with the idea. As before with his last decision, he was horny and he was curious, and he knew even more than the first time that this was an opportunity he would not likely have again for a long time, if ever again. And, if he was going to do something so wild, who better to do it with than with Jesse McCartney.
"Looks like your dick knows," Jesse pointed out.
"Yeah, well, but it has a mind of it's own, and lately it never listens to me," joked Stevie.
"Has listening to it ever proven wrong?"
"No," Stevie grinned. He though for a moment, and like most boys, he followed his dick rather than his mind. "Heck, why not?"
So the boys returned to the spot along the river where they'd last sought privacy, and with much the same feelings, except perhaps with greater intensity. Stevie was feeling even hornier having already engaged in sex with the other two boys and bolstered by that experience, and even more curious than before, having never done anything like he was about to. He was even more eager to engage in sex again as a result, but also more apprehensive than the last time he'd followed the two older boys. Sucking dick was a lot different from jacking off!
Chris had the same mixed feelings, struggling with the prospect of once again engaging in gay sex, this time something that was much more difficult to pass off as just messing around or bringing each other pleasure. Everyone jacked off, straight and gay, and messing with another guy's dick wasn't that much different from messing with your own, and the same for a guy messing with yours. Sucking another guy's dick though, and having a guy suck yours, that was something that only gays did. Yeah, it was still bringing each other pleasure, and they were not lovers or anything like that, but it was still something guys did to guys. Still, there was no way to get out of it, and that actually was the only thing that made what he was about to do palatable. He was doing it for Jesse, because Jesse wanted to do it to Stevie, and he'd do it to Stevie because Stevie wanted to try it and wouldn't if he didn't.
Jesse had no such aversion to what they were about to do nor any apprehension. He loved sucking cock and getting sucked. It was, in fact, his favourite sex act. To get his dick sucked by the innocent and cherubic-faced Stevie Brock was so hot he had sprung a boner almost as fast as Stevie had. As for sucking Chris, he knew his former band mate didn't really want to be engaging in this, which just made it all the hotter, and made him all the more determined to show Chris just how hot and how good getting blown by a guy could be. He'd never make Chris gay, but he would at least show him what he was missing.
The three boys once again pushed down their shorts and jeans and their underwear and this time lay down in the tall grass in a circle, head to crotch. This time Jesse took the lead, raising up Chris's still limp dick and slipping his mouth over it. He thought back to the first time the two of them had had sex with each other. Chris might be straight, but Jesse knew from experience that he did enjoy getting his dick sucked off. What guy didn't? Closing his eyes, Jesse gently sucked on the soft, fleshy tube, and he delighted as he felt it beginning to swell between his lips. He ran his tongue over the sensitive rim of Chris's glans, causing his dick to swell even faster. He allowed his saliva to baste the spongy dick head and then he swallowed the dick-flavoured saliva, thrilling at the taste. He loved sucking dick.
Chris could not deny the pleasure of getting a blow job, and he knew that he was being blown by probably one of the most skilled cock suckers he would ever have sucking his cock. He inhaled deeply as he felt his cock swelling in Jesse's mouth, and he quivered as he felt Jesse's hot, wet tongue slip along the rim of his glans. Getting blown did feel awesome.
Though he was far from eager to do the same, he had to admit the idea of doing it to Stevie was arousing, not because he found any great delight in sucking another guy's dick, but because he knew it was Stevie's very first experience. Remembering the first time he'd felt another guy's mouth slipping over his dickhead, and knowing the pleasure he was presently feeling, he held Stevie's stiff dick up by the base and slipped his lips over it. At four-and-three-quarter inches, he had no difficulty taking his entire bone in his mouth. Clamping his lips down at the base, he sucked gently on the stiff, throbbing straw and slowly drew his lips back up the shaft to the twelve-year-old's bulb.
Stevie could not believe it. He was getting his cock sucked! Not only that, the guy sucking his cock was none other than Chris Trousdale, the eighteen-year-old heartthrob of thousands of teenage girls, and probably older women besides. Even more unbelievable was how hot it was having a guy's hot, moist mouth enveloping his cock and sucking on it and having a guy working his lips up and down it like he did with his hand. It was fucking awesome, and ten times the pleasure of having his dick jacked off. No, a hundred times.
He looked over at Jesse's erect cock. He had never really looked closely at another guy's cock before, and certainly not at his erection. Until this day he'd never even seen another guy's erection. Now he'd not only seen one but two, and had jacked off one and was about to suck the other. Swallowing hard, he slowly reached over for Jesse's pecker. The idea of putting another guy's dick in his mouth was revolting, and despite the pleasure he was feeling having Chris's hot, moist mouth enveloping his swollen, itching dick, he was more than a little hesitant. Years of conditioning told him what he was about to do was filthy, immoral, and queer. His throbbing dick told him otherwise as he slipped his fingers about the base of Jesse's stiff cock.
Inhaling deeply, he slipped his mouth over Jesse's throbbing dick and closed it behind his knob. To his surprise it did not have a foul taste, although he hadn't had any idea what sort of taste to expect. It was a bit salty, but not unpleasantly so. He sucked on the knob gently and slowly eased his lips down just a fraction, taking time to get accustomed to breathing with a cock in his mouth. Inhaling deeply, the musky fragrance of Jesse's balls filled his lungs and caused his dick to twitch in Chris's mouth. He eased his lips farther down and as he felt Jesse's dick throbbing between his lips, the same delight and desire that Jesse felt passed over him.
And so the three began to once again please each other. Jesse, the pro of the three, eagerly sucked on Chris's long, thick cock and slid his lips up and down the throbbing shaft, going down as far as he could, and then slowly slipping his lips back up to the knob. He worked slowly, breathing through his nose, and delighting in the musky fragrance of Chris's balls. Chris, fully aware of the pulsating pleasure between his legs and unable to deny the physical and mental delight of getting blown by a skilled cocksucker like Jesse, sucked on Stevie's slender noodle as he worked his lips up and down the surprisingly hard tube of flesh. Fully aware also that this was Stevie's first blow job, he found the idea that he was the first to introduce the young singer to this particular form of sexual pleasure arousing even if it was fag sex. That was very much on Stevie's young mind as he copied what was being done to him, sucking on the thick, throbbing cock in his mouth as he worked his lips up and down it, having learned how to control his breathing through his nose. He was engaging in a purely gay act, and it was feeling totally awesome, both having his cock sucked, and sucking another guy's cock.
He inhaled deeply as he concentrated on the throbbing pleasure between his legs and the building desire. It was so erotic having a hot, moist mouth surrounding his throbbing, aching cock and sucking on it as it worked up and down its length. As he felt Chris's saliva swirl about his pecker and then felt his cheeks sink in as he swallowed the dick-flavoured spittle, a thrill ran up his spine and up the core of his cock and he was sure he was going to begin squirting. It was so much different getting sucked off than getting jacked off, so much more arousing.
It was something a guy told another guy to do as an insult, but it was fucking hot, the hottest thing he'd ever felt in his life.
Sucking Jesse's cock was just as hot as being sucked. That he was finding it just as arousing came as a surprise but he could not deny it. Knowing that he was bringing Jesse the same pleasure as Chris was bringing him was part of it, but the idea that he was sucking on that most private part of a boy's body, a part that others were not even suppose to see was even more arousing. He had Jesse's cock in his mouth, that most private part of his body, that part he used for pissing, and for sex. It was a filthy, degenerate act, and it was totally wicked.
Jesse could thoroughly agree with that. Feeling Stevie's hot, moist lips slipping up and down his cock and feeling the tug on his knob as the twelve-year-old sucked on his dick was hot in itself, and knowing that this was the first time the hot young singer had ever sucked dick made it all the hotter. He inhaled and exhaled deeply as he concentrated on that pleasure throbbing between his legs and the pleasure of knowing the twelve-year-old boy sucking his cock was doing so for the very first time in his life.
Even Chris had to admit what they were doing was arousing. Having his cock sucked by handsome, sexy-looking Jesse McCartney, the heartthrob of thousands of teenage girls, was not the most unpleasant thing that could happen to a guy, and he knew there were thousands of guys out there who would have given anything to be blown by the hot entertainer. He also knew there were thousands of guys out there who would have given anything to be the one sucking young Stevie Brock's tender cock. As he sucked on the stiff, throbbing tube he had to admit that giving Stevie his first blow job was erotic.
And so the three boys lay there slowly bringing each other to that magical point once again. Their hot, throbbing dicks grew numb and their dickheads itched with that sweet pain only boys can know. Their balls once again began to swell and tighten under their aching cocks, and once again they trembled with the rapidly increasing pressure in their loins. This time it was Chris who shot first, warning Jesse seconds before he began to shoot his thick, creamy load. Jesse wished he'd told Stevie he had a choice, a choice of wanking him off that last second if he didn't want him to cum in his mouth, catching his cum in his mouth and spitting it out, or swallowing it. Now it was too late as his mouth filled with hot, gooey cum, Chris erupting as if he had been holding back for a week, and as he felt that familiar twang deep in his groin and his cum gushing up the core of his numb cock.
He did manage a mumbled warning seconds before he began to spurt and then he was cumming, his hot, thick cum spurting out of the burning tip of his cock in rapid bursts one after the other. It struck the roof of Stevie's mouth and flowed around his cheeks and gums, quickly filling his mouth already stuffed with throbbing cock. Stevie instinctively began to swallow the slimy, tart ball juice the moment it began to spurt in his mouth, surprised at how hot it was, and how thick and slimy. It stuck to the roof of his mouth and the inside of his cheeks and he found it impossible to keep up to the speed with which Jesse was filling his mouth. As Jesse's thick cock jerked and throbbed in his mouth his thick boy slime oozed out of the corners of Stevie's lips and down and around his chin to form a perverse, slimy, white goatee of cum.
Totally overwhelmed, Stevie mumbled a warning as he reached his own climax, and seconds later his slender young cock was spurting out his load into Chris Trousdale's mouth. He trembled and groaned and tensed in his ecstasy. He was shooting his stuff in another guy's mouth! He could not believe how hot that was. He was shooting his stuff in Chris Trousdale's mouth! Stevie trembled and groaned with the hottest orgasm he'd ever had. His own cock still spurting out his load in Jesse's mouth, Chris felt the first of Stevie's creamy load spurting into his mouth and like the others he immediately began to swallow. It was thicker than Stevie's first load when he'd jacked the boy off but was still thinner in constituency than his own, reminding Chris of the boy's age. His load was thin, but his balls were just as full as his or Jesse's, and spurt after spurt shot into his mouth and flowed over his tongue and gums.
And so the three boys lay there in a circle emptying their swollen balls in each other's mouth. As Chris's cock finally stopped spurting, Jesse clamped his lips about his swollen cock and hungrily sucked on it, drawing out his remaining cum. Chris copied his action without thinking, sucking on Stevie's slender, tender dick, and Stevie, having it done to him, similarly clamped his young lips about Jesse's bone and began to suck out the hot marrow. Their bodies flushed with their ejaculations, they inhaled and exhaled deeply with the pleasure that follows a boy's climax, each delighting once again in the pleasure of his climax and the pleasure of having brought another boy off. Each finally slipped his lips off the still stiff cock he'd been sucking and they sat up, their cheeks flushed and their rosy lips coated with a film of cum. They slowly became aware of the excited voices in the distance. If they hurried, they could still catch the lighted boat parade.