Caution/Welcome. It being Greg Raposo's last day on the tour, he and Aaron decide to go out shopping and run into the Hanson brothers who are also on tour, and well, one thing leads to another and of course a hot night of sex. Although incorporating many real facts, this story does not reflect nor imply a real event nor the real sexuality of these five performers. If you do not like reading gay fantasies about celebrities, brothers or transvestites, this is where you stop and hit the back or delete key and wait for the next story. This is the forty-fourth of standalone stories in a series of Aaron and Friends fanfic gay fantasies and chronologically follows the story "Better than Hershey Chocolate."
Greg was last mentioned in the fortieth story "Aaron and Greg: Securing the Future" and the Hanson brothers were featured in another earlier series by the author, "Taran and Friends" 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: TRICKS AND TRIKKX
It was hard for Greg to believe it was his last day on the tour. It seemed like it was just a few days ago his mother was negotiating for him to be one of the supporting acts and they'd considered themselves lucky she'd managed to book four venues. While he'd known the benefits of being part of Aaron's tour, he'd also had major reservations back then about joining him, the main one being that he knew Aaron's sexual appetite and preference, and he had not been looking forward to being part of the menu. As it had turned out, there had been plenty of other morsels on the tour to keep Aaron satisfied. To be really truthful, it had been great being on a cross country tour again, and it had brought back fond memories of when the Dream Street band had been at its height and travelling from state to state to perform. He loved to sing, but even more, he loved the attention of his fans, and losing that for a while had been a major loss that he didn't want to ever see happen again.
He'd also missed the rapport that develops among performers when you travel around the country and see each other sometimes twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week, especially when travelling together by bus, or staying overnight in a hotel. Touring is a lot of work and a lot of drill and repetition, but there is also room to develop friendships and to have a bit of good-natured fun, especially when there are several pranksters on the tour. Like he'd barely started the tour when one night during the practice he'd turned around and found the Jump 5 gang had hung name cards about their necks and pretended to be the other members of Dream Street while Aaron sang "It happens every time" off key and made fart sounds in the mic. He got back at them by learning one of the Jump 5 dance routines and announcing that he would be replacing Leslie since she'd become sick and could not take part on the tour and for a few minutes they'd actually believe him! On another night when Aaron brought a couple of the fans up on the stage, he stole one of the girls to everyone's amusement, including the fans.
So, arriving in Minneapolis, he could not resist going to the Mall of America to do a bit of shopping for friends back home, and for himself, and when he mentioned his intention he was pleased when Aaron asked if he could join him. It was a lot more fun to go shopping with someone else, and especially another guy, and Aaron did have great taste.
Aaron was sorry to see Greg leaving. They were not that close, not like himself and some of the other performers, especially Misha, whom he'd discovered was gay himself, and Brandon, with whom he was scheming to get into the pants of Brandon's fellow singer, Chris Fedun, before the tour ended. He and Brandon had tried everything they could think of to get Chris horny and in the mood for some fooling around, but he kept refusing to take the bait. That was frustrating as hell, but it also made the challenge all the more exciting.
Sometimes after an afternoon performance a group of them, Stevie, Greg, Greg's manager John, Brandon, Brandon's dad, and himself would find a park and play football, giving him and Brandon the opportunity to comment, out of hearing range of the adults of course, about tight ends and tackling girls and each other and such, but all Chris would do is roll his eyes. On their day off in Detroit a group of them had gone off to play paintball. It had been Brandon and Chris's first time and they'd had a great time. As they'd showered afterwards, they'd engaged in the usual locker talk about girls and being horny, and of course with Aaron having had sex with every one of them in the shower except Chris, they all caught his innuendos, all except Chris that is.
That August afternoon, however, Aaron put his scheming aside and joined Greg for his last day. For one he loved shopping and could not pass up shopping at the Mall of America himself, and for another, this being Greg's last day, Aaron knew it would be his last chance to mess around with him and figured by going shopping with him he might warm him up to the idea of messing around before the performance that evening. As they shopped around for a gift for Greg's backup singer, Jill Gioia, Aaron teasingly suggested Greg buy her something intimate, like a sexy nightgown, and suggested that he could ask her to model it for him, knowing that Greg was very much a heterosexual. He even had dragged Greg into one of those Adult sex shops but the manager had quickly tossed them back out.
"Hey, maybe we could ask one of them to go back in and buy you something," Aaron suggested, nodding at a threesome who'd just come out of the shop.
"Yeah, right," Greg laughed uncomfortably. Aaron's forwardness lead to exciting times, but he could be downright embarrassing sometimes.
"Com'on, I mean it," Aaron insisted, grabbing Greg by the arm and dragging him toward the threesome. "Excuse me," he called, and the three turned to look at him. There were two guys and a girl. They were young but of legal age to enter the adult shop, though just barely from the looks of the girl and younger guy. "My friend here was looking to buy something hot and sexy, like maybe a see through negligee, or some black lace panties, but we're too young to go in there, and was wondering if maybe you could do us a big favour," he began. "We can pay you for your help, or if you like pop music, we could get you tickets for our concert tonight."
"I can't really picture you in black lace," observed the girl, cocking her head and smiling at Greg. "Now, white silk panties with say embroidered roses, a sheer white slip, and a tight, low cut, navy blue, sequine dress, now that would be sexy."
"Ah, no, ah, not for me," sputtered Greg, turning a bright red as Aaron did a poor job of holding back his laughter. The two boys and girl exchanged grins.
"Say, don't I know you?" asked Aaron. The smiles of the three began to fade. "Of course, the Hansons. You're the Hanson brothers." Greg said nothing as he stared at the three. It had been years since the three had cut a record, and he really hadn't been that much of a fan when they had been a hit. "Taylor?" Aaron asked, looking at the female of the three more closely. "Oh maaaannn!"he exclaimed, looking him up and down. "That is like so wicked! What are you doing?"
"Tay's not the first to go in public in disguise," pointed out Isaac.
"You don't need to make excuses for me," interjected Taylor with a hint of annoyance in his voice. "We knew the more often I went out in public that sooner or later I'd be made."
"Hey, I think it's way cool," observed Aaron. "And anyway, we really do need your help. Greg's looking for a gift for his lead backup singer, Jill Gioia."
"Just a gift, from a friend. We're not serious or anything, so nothing that intimate."
"I've seen her perform," observed Taylor. "I know exactly what she'd look good in. Not something from this shop," he added as he nodded at the adult shop, having noticed the look of concern on Greg's face. "Let's go down to Abercrombie and Fitch."
"Of course, 'I like girls who wear Abercrombie and Fitch'," Aaron said with a grin, referring to the song by LFO, and the others all laughed.
"So, what are you two doing here in Minneapolis?" asked Zac.
"I'm on tour," replied Aaron. "This is Greg's last day with the group, and this being Minneapolis, we couldn't resist doing some shopping, not at the Mall of America. What about you guys?"
"We're on tour also," replied Isaac, "promoting our new album, Underneath. We're at the Ascot Room at the Quest Club tonight."
"Ah. Then I guess you won't be able to catch our performance at the Minnesota State Fair."
"Hmmm, fraid not."
"Maybe we could get together afterward, swap tour horror stories, celebrate Greg's last day," suggested Aaron, his dirty mind thinking of other things that he'd like to do besides. The three brothers glanced at each other. "Hey, if you already got plans, that's cool."
"Well, we were going to go over to the Trikkx Club in Saint Paul," said Isaac. "It's an adult club."
"Greg could probably get in, with a fake ID. It would take some work to make you look twenty-one though," observed Zac.
"It's also a gay club," observed Taylor, studying Aaron.
"So, like where do we get these fake ID's?" asked Aaron with a wide grin.
Aaron was, of course, in great spirits when they returned to the hotel to rest up before the evening performance. As he headed for his room, he met Stevie Brock.
"Hey, wassup?"
"Just got back from shopping. Got some cool stuff, and a hot shirt from Abercrombie and Fitch."
"Cool."
"So what are you up to?"
"Just hanging. Mom went shopping too. Just heading for my room, where I'll be alone," the twelve-year-old said, looking up at Aaron with a bright, innocent smile, "for at least an hour."
"Alone?" Aaron said with a smile also, knowing exactly what the twelve-year-old was hinting at. "That would never do to be alone. Not for an hour."
Stevie smiled, and the two headed for his room. He had a laid-back attitude and keen sense of humour which charmed everyone who met him, male and female, and of all ages. Having a hot looking body and that penetrating, sexy look that only a boy about to enter his teens could perfect, didn't hurt either, and especially with Aaron. Add to that his innocence and his eagerness when it came to sex, it was no surprise Aaron had boned up by the time they'd reached his room.
"So, you like something to drink, Mountain Dew, or we got skim milk, or something to eat? A double Stuf Oreo?" he asked, never without his favourite drinks or a plate of his favourite snack.
"Maybe later," Aaron replied, stepping up to him and putting his arms about him. "Right now I want your ass."
"To eat?" giggled Stevie. Only seven days ago Aaron had introduced him to the pleasure of being rimmed, something he had never before imagined could be so hot. Mind you he'd been introduced to the joys of gay sex just two weeks ago, on August ninth, by Chris Trousdale and Jesse McCartney after a performance in Albany. That evening, and the hot night he'd had with Aaron and Misha Hamilton in Hershey had gotten the hot young singer off to a running start.
"That would be sweet," Aaron replied, having discovered that he had a skill, and a hunger, for rimming, "but I think this afternoon I'd like to stuff it with my Oreo."
He grinned as he reached down and massaged Stevie's small, compact butt. He and Stevie had jerked off and sucked, but he had yet to fuck the hot young blond singer, and this also being Stevie's last day on the tour, he knew he might not have a chance to do so again, at least not for a while.
Stevie giggled, a high pitched, girlish laugh. He'd been told he laughed like a girl, and it was true. He'd entered puberty only a few months ago, and his voice still had not changed. "I dunno," he observed. "I've seen your Oreo, and it's pretty big. Will it hurt?"
"I'll be gentle," Aaron promised, pressing his body against the youngster. Stevie could feel the heat of Aaron's bulge through their clothes, and Aaron could feel Stevie's young cock beginning to swell, which caused his own to throb and leak the first dollop of pre-cum. "You've never had your ass fucked before?"
Stevie looked up at him with that piercing, seductive look as he shook his head and Aaron felt more pre-cum ooze from the tip of his dick. He had to whip it out soon. Having his sweet pre- cum soaking into his boxers was a waste. Unbuckling Stevie's belt, he pulled down the youngster's fly and unsnapped his tan cords. Pushing them down, he was delighted to see the bulge in the twelve-year-old's tight, white Jockeys, and more pre-cum oozed from the horny teenager's dickhole. Damn! He wasted no time pulling Stevie's burgundy T-shirt over his head, and as he drew the boy close to him, he buried his nose in his thick, blond hair and inhaled. Damn, he smelled so fresh, so clean.
Stevie unbuttoned Aaron's shirt and lacking Aaron's experience, struggled with his belt and the snap of his cargo pants. As he pulled down Aaron's fly, he felt a quiver of arousal up his spine, and his cock, fully erect, throbbed hotly in his briefs. It was easy to see Aaron's boxers were tented out, and his thick, aching, cock, six and a half inches long and aching to be touched, pushed its way out of his fly.
"You're leaking," Stevie said, noticing the glistening knob.
"Just happy to see you," observed Aaron with a grin, slipping his hands under the elastic band of Stevie's briefs. Just the feel of his hot, compact buns caused still another dollop of pre-cum to ooze from the tip of his throbbing, jerking cock.
"It's clear," Stevie observed.
"Pre-cum," explained Aaron, the boy's innocence turning him on so much he wanted to throw him on the bed and rape him. He reached down, and flipping a droplet off with the tip of his finger, he raised it to Stevie's lips and touched them. Damn, he had such hot, sexy lips. Stevie's tongue snaked out and he licked the proffered, sweet dew. The sparkle in his eyes told Aaron that he'd liked what he'd tasted.
"It's the stuff a guy makes before his cum," Aaron explained. "It's to make his dick head slippery, to lube it up so he can slip it in a girl's cunt easier, or a guy's ass," he added. "But it tastes too good to use for that." He flipped another dollop up, a larger one, and Stevie eagerly opened his lips.
"Hmmm, yeah," the twelve-year-old agreed, savouring the clear, sweet droplet.
Having him sit on the bed, Aaron pulled off his pants and briefs, and his shoes and socks, leaving Stevie totally naked except for the silver bead necklace about his neck. Aaron was aching to mount him, not just because he was so fucking hot looking, but a virgin besides. This was going to be fucking awesome, and a perfect way to end their tour together! He quickly slipped off his runners and stepped out of his cargo pants and boxers, leaving him only in his thin gold chain and ankle socks. Stevie reached out and grasped his thick, throbbing cock, causing still more pre-cum to ooze out of it and over Stevie's fingers. He brought them to his lips and licked two of them off, and then offered Aaron the other two. Aaron immediately extended his tongue. He'd been serious when he'd observed that pre-cum was too sweet to waste as lube.
"You're leaking big time."
"If I don't bury my dick up your butt soon I'm going to explode all over you," Aaron replied, his voice husky and his eyes glazing over with lust.
"That wouldn't be a bad thing," Stevie replied, smiling up at him, and the look on his innocent but lustful face caused Aaron to almost do just that.
Grabbing the pillows off the bed and piling them in the centre, Aaron had Stevie lay on his back with his hips raised on the pillows and he knelt between his outspread legs. Spitting on the tip of his index finger, he rubbed his spittle on Stevie's virgin pucker, and carefully slipped the tip of his finger inside. He removed it and added more spittle and once again massaged Stevie's tender asshole. He would have loved to have knelt down and rimmed him, but he knew that he'd never be able to hold back his load if he did. That would be just too hot. Using his spit to lube his anus and his finger to loosen him up and prepare him, Aaron reached down and squeezed his aching cock just below the knob tightly to stop himself from coming. Smearing the pre-cum that had oozed out the tip over his knob, he offered his sticky fingers to Stevie for one last lick.
Kneeling on the bed between his outspread legs, Aaron placed the tip of his slick dick against Stevie's lubed hole and pushed his hips forward slowly, instructing Stevie to push out with his stomach muscles at the same time. Both boys were horny and eager, and between their lust and the natural lubrication, Aaron felt his knob slowly stretching open Stevie's anus. Telling Stevie to let him know if it was hurting too much, he inhaled deeply and continued pushing. Ever so slowly he wedged his hard, aching knob in the tight, virgin hole. Inhaling deeply again, he continued to push, and ever so slowly he felt the tight sphincter stretching until finally his knob popped inside Stevie's hot, moist cavity. Gasping for breath, he paused to let his breathing return to normal and for the irritation of his knob to subside.
Stevie could not believe it. Aaron's knob was inside his rectum. He could feel it sitting there, just past his anus. It had hurt, and he had almost told Aaron to stop, but he wanted to experience this. In the past two weeks an entire new and exciting world had opened up to him. Two months short of his thirteenth birthday, the hot young singer knew he would never have the opportunity for such an experience again. None of his friends back home were into sex yet, and of the older performers he knew well enough to even discuss sex with, he knew none well enough to actually do anything with. Besides, all his friends, his relatives, everyone he knew, were straight, except for Chris and Jesse, and Aaron and Misha. That was why he'd been so forward with Aaron that afternoon. This was his last day on the tour, and his last opportunity to have sex with Aaron. Of all of them, it was Aaron he most wanted to do something with. He was hot looking, he was smart and knew about these things especially, and Stevie knew the fifteen-year-old star had the hots for him. So, he'd endured the pain, and now he was glad he had.
So was Aaron as he slowly sank his cock up the virgin asshole, slowly sinking it up until all six-and-a-half inches were buried up Stevie's butt and Stevie's tiny, still developing balls were nestled in his thick bush of blond, curly hair. Smiling down at Stevie and feeling a quiver up his spine as Stevie smiled back, Aaron slowly withdrew his cock until the knob was once more stretching open his sphincter, and then he slowly sank it back. His cock was throbbing hotly and the knob tingling with irritation, and a dozen strokes later he had to pause or he would have gone off. Waiting for his breathing to subside, he finally began to pump his hips again, easing his cock in and out of the hot, tight, virgin hole. He loved fucking ass almost as much as he loved cock, and it was especially hot knowing it was Stevie's first time. Sweat began to bead on his forehead and to trickle down his sides in the hot, stuffy hotel room.
Stevie was beginning to sweat too, and he could feel his pits becoming damp and the perspiration trickling down his ribs. He could not believe how hot it was, getting his ass fucked. His asshole tingled and burned with irritation as Aaron's thick cock worked in and out of it. His rectum throbbed as he felt Aaron's cock sinking up it and then withdrawing, and each time he did his knob stroked a spot up his ass that sent ripples of stimulation through his rectum and up his stiff, aching cock. Aaron leaned forward and as their lips met, he trembled with the unique pleasure of being kissed and fucked by a boy. Their lips parted and then touched again and as they kissed Aaron continued to fuck his ass.
Suddenly Aaron forced his lips against his and sucked, locking their lips together as he lunged forward and froze, and Stevie felt his hot, hard cock throbbing deep inside him and then a hot flood as Aaron released his load, filling his rectum with his hot cum. Stevie sucked in too, and suddenly felt the twang deep in his groin that he'd come to realize signalled the release of his juice. Before he could say anything, it gushed up his cock and spurted out, spraying his naked body and that of Aaron's, streamer after streamer spurting out and striking their hot, perspiring bodies. Aaron's lips remained glued to his and the two of them sucked on each other's face desperately as they trembled and tensed with their orgasms, Aaron pumping his load up Stevie's no longer virgin ass, and Stevie's cock continuing to spurt out his young, thin load.
"Oh maaann, that was fucking awesome," sighed Aaron as he finally broke off their kiss and raised his head.
"Oh yeah," sighed Stevie, "totally."
Aaron remained there for a long time, kneeling between Stevie's legs with his cock still up his asshole and his elbows on either side. The two boys were flushed with exertion and arousal and their naked bodies were sticky with sweat and cum. Stevie reached up and scooping up a streamer of his cum, he offered it to Aaron, and Aaron eagerly accepted the treat. Stevie offered him another, and Aaron bent over and kissed him again, his breath now smelling of his cum. Aaron finally pulled out, and the two boys lay there on the bed, relishing the flush that follows a guy's ejaculation.
"I guess I'd better go," Aaron finally said reluctantly as he sat up.
"Yeah, I guess I'd better get dressed before my mom comes."
"I really enjoyed that."
"Me too."
"I'm glad," Aaron said with a smile.
He knew there were those who said Stevie looked like a young him, and he had to admit there was some similarity. He had a different performing style though, and a different voice, but there was a love of music and performing that connected them besides their looks, and now, there was something else besides. They were still getting dressed when there was a noise at the door.
"Oh, hi mom," Stevie said cheerfully as his mother entered the room, arms loaded with parcels.
"Here, let me help," offered Aaron, leaping up and helping Stevie's mother with her purchases.
"Why, thanks Aaron," she said gratefully, looking at him, and then at Stevie and about the room. "And what have you two been up to?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Ah, well, ah," began Stevie, glancing around to see if there were any telltale signs to give them away. Had they forgotten a sock or something, or was there a puddle of cum on the bed cover? He began turning red.
"You haven't been having a pillow fight have you?" she asked with a smile as she looked at the rumpled bed and pile of pillows in the centre, and back at the dishevelled hair of the two boys and their shirts half out of their pants and half unbuttoned.
"Oh no, us? No way," said Stevie, putting on his innocent, wide-eyed look. Mrs. Brock laughed.
"Well, I'd better get going," said Aaron self-consciously, wondering what Stevie's mother would think if she knew what they had been doing. "I got to go shower and rest up before the show tonight."
"Yes," said Mrs. Brock, making a face as she headed for the window. "You boys must have worked up quite a sweat in here. You're not the only one who is going to need to take a shower."
Stevie and Aaron glanced at each other knowingly, a slight smile curling their lips. They were thankful his mother did not recognize the odour of fresh cum, which was very obvious to them. "Catch you on the flip side," said Stevie as Aaron opened the door.
"Oh yeah, the flip side for sure," said Aaron with an impish grin and a wink, and Stevie flushed, knowing what Aaron meant by that.
Aaron was in fantastic spirits for the rest of the day. As he watched Stevie performing that evening, he felt a stirring in his trousers. The twelve-year-old looked hot in his white outfit, especially with the silver bead necklace and the silver trim and with his arm and wrist bands. It was only during his grand finale when he noticed his dancers had gotten out of step that his temper rose, but as he turned around he quickly discovered why. Greg had put on his extra suit for that set and had snuck up behind him. Having two singers in a sparkling one-piece black suit with a red furry bucket hat had distracted the dancers. The impish grin on Greg's face caused him to smile also.
After the performance it was Aaron's turn to dress up. Returning to their hotel room, they were joined by the Hanson brothers, and while Isaac and Zac kept their parents and the others occupied, Taylor, Aaron and Greg slipped off to Greg's room. Half an hour later Greg slipped the door open a crack, and seeing nobody in the hallway, he slipped out of his room, accompanied by two stacked and sexy-looking girls. Taylor, fitted with false flesh-coloured boobs was wearing a tight, low-cut flourescent green blouse, open toed shoes revealing brightly painted toenails of the same colour, matching eyeshadow and lipstick, and a tight pair of black jeans, the legs ripped off at mid-thigh and revealing his tight, compact ass and smooth, shapely legs. With his effeminate facial features and shapely legs and his long eyelashes and makeup, he easily passed for a girl, albeit a tart.
Aaron's hair not being as long as Taylor's, he'd put on a honey blond wig that flowed over his shoulders. To hide the fact he was wearing a padded D cup bra, Taylor had chosen an off-white cashmere sweater, and to hide his hairy calves he'd brought bright red, knee high socks. Shaving his thighs and slipping on the tight, red leather skirt, and adding eyeshadow, rouge, and bright red lipstick, he too looked like a girl. Actually he looked like a hooker.
"So how was your performance?" Aaron asked as they headed off in Isaac's car.
"Great. The Ascot room is a great place to perform, small, intimate. . . ."
"Romantic," added Taylor.
"How about your performance?"
"Oh yeah, it was great too," replied Aaron. "The fans were awesome, and it was especially great performing with this clown." The three brothers looked at Greg and Aaron described the trick he'd played.
"Performing with others, sharing your passion for music with other musicians, that's what touring is all about," observed Isaac. "And of course sharing with your fans."
"Oh yeah. That's the coolest thing - seeing people react when you play live," agreed Taylor. "We have amazing fans, and it makes it really fun to play a concert to fans that are excited as they are. When they're singing every lyric and there's just a lot of energy, it's wicked."
"Know what you mean," observed Greg.
"The reason we're doing what we do is you get to play the music, you get to write, you get to perform. All those things are so fun," added Isaac.
"Especially getting to write," observed Zac. "Like when a song comes into your head, I don't think anyone knows how it happens, but it's a great feeling. That's sort of the magic of song writing. And of course like you said, getting to perform. I'm not really all that interested in flashiness. I just want to be one of those guys who just does a solid job of keeping it funky, who just sits back there and keeps the beats steady and fat, you know?"
"Oh yeah," agreed Aaron. "I know what you mean about writing, and I feel the same. I love to compose. Once I'm in my studio the hours just go by and I don't even know. But performing live is a major part of being a musician too."
"For sure," agreed Greg, remembering a time not that long ago when he'd wondered if he'd ever be performing live again other than some benefit in some unheard of town hall.
"So what is this place we're going to?"
"It's called the Trikkx. It's a hot little GLBT club in St. Paul in this old building, the Rossmor. Small and intimate. It's great."
"So, ah, you guys are, ah. . . ."
"Gay," finished Zac. "Except for Tay here."
"Yeah. We don't quite know what he is. A little bit gay, a little bit bi, a little bit transvestite. . . ."
"A little bit country, a little bit rock and roll," continued Zac with a grin.
"A little blues, a little ."
"Okay guys, enough already," Tay interrupted with a laugh. "I know a while back I felt like I was fifteen going on fifty-five for a while. I don't know if I've got an identity crisis. I think it just goes with the territory, but the way you guys describe it you'd think I was some sort of schizophrenic."
"Well, if the shoe fits," said Zac with a grin.
"Speaking of shoes, I'm glad you didn't give me high heels like you're wearing," Aaron observed.
"Those take practice to walk in," Taylor said with a grin. "We don't want you falling down all over the place and drawing attention to yourself."
"As if the way you two are dressed you're going to blend in," joked Isaac.
Greg was not so sure about any of it.
Arriving at the club, Tay gave Aaron and Greg their fake ID's they'd had made up, their pictures easy to get off the Internet and with today's technology the documents easy to doctor up, and last minute instructions, aided by Zac who still had to use a fake ID himself. He still had a cherubic baby face, but his beefiness and dyed hair supported the deception, and who could question anyone with those sexy eyes and that seductive smile? Greg fortunately had a darker, older look which helped the eighteen-year-old American-Italian, aided by the thick patch of fake curly chest hair that Zac made sure could be seen sticking out of his open shirt. Aaron would never have been able to pass had it not been for his get up. It was evident he was a guy dressed as a woman, and a vamp at that, and it was only the confusion of gender and the makeup that gained him entrance. That and the letter-perfect ID card of him as a male, actually a picture of his brother Nick, that he'd been given.
Both Aaron and Greg felt conspicuous and uncomfortable, neither ever having been in an adult club before nor with so many bent people, and Greg being even more so being the only one there who was straight. And of course both were afraid they'd be detected so they were doubly cautious of what they said and did. As time went by though, the music, the ambience, and the friendliness of the crowd helped them to relax. Aaron particularly delighted in playing his role and being hit upon by the guys who were into cross dressers and transvestites, and amused by those who thought he and Tay were lesbians. When he and Tay went on the dance floor for a slow dance and held each other close, it was absolutely hot, and he could tell from the look in Tay's eyes that he was getting turned on. As an old song went, he could have danced all night. Greg, on the other hand, was glad when Isaac finally suggested they leave. Knowing now what it was like to be hit upon and after hearing so many pickup lines, he would be approaching the opposite sex far differently in the future. When Taylor suggested he and Aaron join them at their hotel, he really would have preferred being dropped off, but he also knew the importance of not offending Aaron and he did owe the Hansons for all the trouble they'd taken to get him and Aaron into the club so he reluctantly agreed, having a very good idea where things were going to lead.
"Oh man, I've never spent a night like this one," Aaron said, flopping down on one of the beds. "This night was totally wicked."
"Glad you enjoyed it," Taylor said, sitting down beside him. "Except you have a lot to learn. A lady doesn't just flop down on a bed like that, and she certainly doesn't spread her legs like that. Not right away anyway," he added with a leer and they all laughed.
"Well, I guess you'll just have to teach me how to be a girl," Aaron replied coquettishly, fluttering his eyelashes at Taylor.
"The two of you holding each other close and dancing on the dance floor and kissing, now that was hot," said Zac.
"Well, when you have such an attractive partner it was impossible to resist," Taylor said, glancing over at Aaron.
From the sparkle in his eyes, Aaron knew what was coming, and from the look in Aaron's eyes, Taylor knew he'd meet no resistance. Their kiss turned to a second and a third and their hands began to roam. Caressing each other on the outside of their clothing, Taylor soon had Aaron's tight leather skirt off and Aaron quickly followed, pushing down Taylor's tight jeans, revealing each other's panties. Unbuttoning Taylor's blouse and removing it, Aaron looked at him demurely and Taylor slipped his cashmere sweater off, being careful to leave his wig on. The two "girls" removed each other's bra and caressed each other's breasts, running their hands over the smooth skin and kneading the fleshy mounds. They ran their fingers around each other's areole, drawing closer and closer until they gently touched the tender, darker circles about their nipples, causing their nipples to itch and ache. Aaron pushed Taylor down on his back and began to suck on his right nipple, causing the panties of both boys to begin to bulge.
The two boys, dressed only in their panties and Aaron in his knee-high red socks, resumed their kissing and caressing, enjoying each other's touch and kisses and enjoying putting on a show for the others, who by then were sporting straining boners also, even Greg. How could he not watching the two hot blonds making out in their frilly panties? Their lips locked together, the boys finally pushed down each other's panties and their stiff cocks sprang to attention. Zac, unable to contain himself any longer, quickly chucked his clothes and lay down behind Aaron and began to caress him as he nibbled on his neck and gyrated his hips against his buttocks. Aaron immediately pushed back, signalling he was more than willing to be mounted. Greg, afraid just what Isaac might have in mind for him, decided he'd best take action, and chucking his clothes he approached Taylor from behind as Zac had approached Aaron. If he had to engage in sex, better to be the fucker than the one getting fucked in his opinion. As Aaron had done, Taylor pushed his compact ass against Greg's crotch, indicating his willingness also. That left Isaac, who removing his clothes, sat cross legged at the head of the bed. Aaron and Taylor immediately wiggled forward, and laying a head on each thigh, eagerly extended their tongues as their hands slipped down and found each other's aching erection.
As the two boys nuzzled Isaac's balls and inhaled their musky fragrance, Zac snuggled down and lubing his cock with spittle, placed the tip against Aaron's pucker. Aaron immediately opened, eager to be penetrated, and Zac just as eagerly pushed forward. Greg, taking in the action, quickly did likewise, feeling goose bumps as he drooled into his palm and transferred his spittle to his knob. Pressing it against Taylor's butthole as Zac had pressed his against Aaron's, Greg found Taylor immediately pushing out to accept him, the hot twenty-one-year-old singer being as much a slut for cock as was Aaron.
The two youths pushed out with their stomachs, eager to be penetrated, and the four grunted and panted as they struggled to unite. Between the spit-slick, rock hard teenage cocks and the hot, itching assholes of their partners, it was not that all difficult to unite. Feeling the hot, hard cocks slowly slipping up their rectums, the two boy sluts glanced at each other, and each knew from the look on the other's face exactly what the other was feeling and what the other was thinking. Only a boy who enjoys getting his ass fucked can know how another boy feels as he is being mounted. As Zac slipped his hands about Aaron's hips and began to withdraw his cock, and as Greg similarly grasped Taylor's hips for support as he began to withdraw his, Aaron and Taylor turned their attention back to Isaac and each other. As Aaron ran his tongue up Isaac's thick shaft, Taylor ran his tongue up the other side, the two boys running their hot, wet tongues up over the rim of Isaac's knob and up the slope to the tip where their tongues met. Swirling their tongues around Isaac's knob and licking up each other's spittle, the two horny cocksuckers ran their tongues back down the twenty-three-year-old's shaft to his hairy, pendant balls. At the same time their hands found each other's cock and grasping each other's stiff organ at the base, they began to tug on each other's erection.
Meanwhile Zac and Greg were humping their asses, easing their hot, throbbing cocks in and out of their hot, moist rectums. Zac found it particularly hot to be fucking the hot teen idol of thousands of girls, and he wondered what Aaron's tween and teen fans would think if they only knew. He found it even hotter to be fucking the hot young star as he fondled his older brother, and he and his brother eagerly licked Isaac's big sausage. He loved watching his brothers getting it on with each other, and watching Taylor hungrily sucking on Isaac's balls as Aaron swirled his tongue around Isaac's knob while he and Taylor pumped each other's cocks and dark, handsome Greg Raposo fucked his brother's ass was erotic as fuck. They frequently did each other, and each pursued guys individually, but it had been some time since the three of them had done each other and other guys all at the same time.
Despite being as straight as a boy can be, Greg found himself growing aroused by the orgy also, not just by the physical pleasure of working his cock in and out of a hot, moist hole, but the thought that he was fucking the ass of one Hanson brother while that brother was licking the dick of his oldest brother, and his youngest brother was fucking the ass of the boy wanking him. Three brothers getting their nuts off with Aaron in the middle was just too hot. Even the purest, straightest boy there was could not help getting turned on by something like that.
Aaron was in total ecstasy. Isaac Hanson was one butch stud with his dark hair, penetrating brown eyes, trim goatee and moustache, and hairy chest, arms and legs, and he was sucking the twenty-three year-old's thick, seven and a half inch dick while engaged in a hot mutual jerk off with the sexy blue-eyed Taylor Hanson while being fucked by his stud muffin younger brother. He had the cock of one brother in his mouth, the cock of the second in his hand, and the cock of the third up his ass. It was a cock-lover's dream come true, and that the three cocks were all of brothers and hot performing stars idolized by thousands of screaming fans like himself besides added to the eroticism. Nor had he forgotten Greg. That they had turned the straight boy on this night there was no question from the look of lust in his hazel eyes nor from the way he was thrusting his hips to and fro, driving his cock in and out of Taylor's hot, tight asshole like a regular gay boy. For Aaron there was nothing hotter than seeing a straight boy eagerly and willingly getting his nuts off with other guys. Well, actually, seeing him getting them off unwillingly was a turn on also.
His own asshole was being ravaged by Zac, and the thought of the hot, sexy-eyed eighteen- year-old drummer plowing his ass while he made out with his two brothers had Aaron's mind racing and his hot blood pulsating. As he felt Zac's hot breath against the nape of his neck and his fingers grip his hips, he worked his sphincter in time with Zac's thrusts and withdrawals, enjoying the unique sensation of having his ass fucked. Zac was clearly enjoying himself too and he closed his eyes and concentrated on the delight of having his six-and-a-half inches of aching flesh surrounded by hot, moist, pulsating ass flesh.
Taylor was enjoying having his ass fucked as much as Aaron was enjoying getting his fucked, the twenty-one honey-blond star enjoying and desiring cock as much as Aaron, and he had ever since he'd been Aaron's age. Like Aaron he worked his sphincter with Greg's thrusts and withdrawals, and the fact he was getting his ass fucked by a straight boy made it all the hotter, especially considering the fact that he himself was married and had a son that was almost two years old. What Greg was doing to him was one thing his wife could not do to him, just as what he was doing to Isaac he could not do to his wife. He ran his tongue around Isaac's balls and up his thick shaft, delighting in the smell and taste of his privates, and he pounded Aaron's stiff, throbbing cock with his long, slender fingers just as Aaron stroked his.
As the five boys approached their climaxes, they all had the same thought in mind, and almost as one, they suddenly stopped, Aaron and Taylor drawing away from Isaac's throbbing, aching cock, leaving it to wag at them as if scolding them for leaving it so close its climax. At the same time they formed a circle with their thumb and index finger and wrapped them about each other's shaft just below the knob and squeezed tightly, cutting off the urge to climax. And while they were doing so, Greg and Zac withdrew their throbbing, aching cocks so the knobs were clenched by the tight sphincters of the asses they were fucking, and Aaron and Taylor, experienced at being fucked, clamped their sphincters down hard about the throbbing, aching cocks.
Experienced, each and every one of them, even the straight boy Greg, they effectively brought their lust under control, and as their urges faded and their breaths returned to normal, they lay there and relished the near climax, and the thought of the hot sex to come. As experienced as they were, they were healthy, randy young men with the needs of young men, and it was not long before they resumed their action. Greg and Zac eased their stiff cocks in and out of the hot, dank chambers of their partners once again, working as slowly as they could and concentrating on the delight of having pulsating, moist flesh surrounding their aching organs. Aaron and Taylor sighed with the delight of having their rectums stuffed with hot, throbbing cock as they once again began to lick and suck the throbbing cock towering before them, taking turns slipping their hot, smooth lips about the knob and sucking on the perverse lollipop as their hands once again found each other's throbbing stick and began to stroke once more. Isaac shuddered as he felt the hot mouths once again bringing him pleasure, and he looked down at the hot, flushed faces of the two hot singers as they licked and sucked on his swollen meat and played with each other.
As they approached that peak for a second time, although they all wanted to see the pleasure last, none of them had the will to prolong it in their desire for that ultimate high. Zac and Greg thrust their hips forward and withdrew them rapidly, hammering Aaron and Taylor in a desperate frenzy, the itching of their knobs and the growing tension in their loins driving them mindlessly and frantically to that genital explosion only the young can know. They grasped their partners in a white knuckle grip as they lunged forward that last time, heads thrown back in ecstasy as they gasped for breath and their swollen balls contracted, sending their hot, thick semen gushing up their numbed, aching cocks and out the burning tips, filling the dank rectums sheathing their aching organs with their life-giving juices.
Isaac, seeing one brother in the throes of ecstasy as he shot his load up the ass of another boy, and his other brother in the same throes as his ass was filled, shuddered and groaned in delight as his own huge, swollen balls contracted, and he too felt his cum gushing up the core of his throbbing cock. It shot high into the air and fell back down on his blood-engorged knob, a miniature fountain of living fluid, thick and white and slimy. It oozed down his shaft to be eagerly lapped up by Aaron and his brother, their hot red tongues scooping up his creamy, tart juice and snaking into their mouths only to dart out again for more.
Aaron and Taylor shuddered as their assholes were filled with thick, hot cum, Zac and Greg grasping their hips tightly in their little deaths as their thick, hard cocks throbbed out their juices deep up their rectums. They swallowed Isaac's tart offering, eagerly sucking in the flowing stream of white, creamy juice, feasting on his fleshy fountain. They grasped each other's hot, throbbing organ as they too erupted, their hot, thick semen gushing out of their aching cocks and spraying each other's body with hot, slimy streamers of life-giving fluids. Thick spatters of cum oozed down their heaving chests as they and the others gulped in the cum-scented air, their bodies flushed with arousal and sweating with their exertion.
"Oh fuck, that was fucking wicked," Aaron gasped half an hour later.
The five boys had collapsed on the bed in total exhaustion and had lain there, each boy relishing his orgasm and that of the others. Isaac's cock, now semierect, lay above his once again pendulous balls, glistening with smears of cum and spittle. Aaron and Taylor lay there on their backs, their heads turned as they looked at each other with glassy eyes, their flushed cheeks wet with each other's spittle and Isaac's cum and their pleasantly burning assholes and peeholes wet with cum. On either side Zac and Greg lay, their breathing back to normal, their cocks limp once again, but now streaked with their cum.
"The hottest," agreed Taylor.
"Oh yeah," added Zac with a sigh, rising on an elbow and looking over at his brother. "Aaron is as hot a fuck as you are big brother."
"You and Nick ever get it on?" asked Taylor, glancing at Aaron.
"Yeah, we have," he confessed with a shy smile.
"You have any brothers?" Isaac asked, looking over at Greg.
"No, just three sisters."
"Well, I have a brother, and another who wishes he was a sister," Isaac said with gleam in his eyes as the others laughed. "And you can borrow either one any time you feel the need."
Greg was about to say he doubted if he'd feel the need for either but caught himself. That would not be the right thing to say in the company of four gay boys, and especially after what they'd just done. Besides, that was his initial, spontaneous response, and as he gave it a second thought, at the moment he was not so sure that he'd be able to claim that with one hundred percent certainty. As much as it bothered him and as much as he did not want to admit it, fucking Taylor's ass had been hot, and it wasn't as if he was getting all the tail he wanted from the opposite sex.
"That you can," agreed Taylor, turning and smiling at the boy who'd just fucked his ass, and having an idea of the turmoil in his head at the moment. It had taken him a while to come to terms with his own gayness, and his fetish for wearing women's clothing.
"But you can just borrow," said Zac. "We want Tay back."
"Why, that's sweet of you brother," Taylor said, rolling over and smiling at his brother as he raised himself on an elbow.
"Hey, I'd miss your sweet lips, and your tight ass brother."
"Right now my lips taste like Isaac's cock."
"My favourite flavour."
Leaning over Aaron, the two brothers kissed. It had meant to be in play, but instead of breaking, their lips continued to touch and they kissed a second and third time. Sitting up with Aaron still between them, the two brothers reached out and embracing each other, they kissed still again, this time Zac slipping his tongue inside Taylor's mouth. As Aaron looked up at the two brothers, their long, feathery eyelashes fluttering and their lips locked together as they Frenched each other, his cock began to stir. He could not think of anything hotter than seeing the two handsome, hot brothers kissing, the look of love and of lust smoldering in their eyes.
Still laying on his back, he reached up and ran his right hand along Taylor's thigh and around to his firm, compact buttocks. His cock began to swell as he caressed the smooth skin of first one melon and then the other. He delighted in the feel, and in the stirring of arousal between his legs.
Suspecting Aaron's intention, Isaac twisted around and reached up and began to caress Zac's buttocks as Zac and Taylor continued to kiss and embrace. Like Aaron he delighted in the smoothness of Zac's buttocks, and his cock also began to stir.
Although he would just as soon as sit this one out, Greg knew he had to do something, and figuring it best to be doing something than having something done to him, he joined Aaron in caressing Taylor's backside. Taylor did, after all, like to dress like a girl. As he ran his fingers over his smooth, obviously shaved butt, he wondered if he wore his wife's clothes, and the thought of a husband and wife sharing the wife's underwear caused his dick to twitch. He wondered if his wife knew he liked to wear women's clothes, and that he messed with guys. He wondered why a guy who liked to mess with other guys would marry, and how a guy could have a twenty-two-month-old son and do the things Taylor did.
Aaron was thinking similar thoughts about Taylor, and wondering about himself besides. He had no doubt that he was completely and irreversibly gay himself, but he knew gay guys sometimes married to cover their sexual preference, or because they were in denial. From the way Taylor and Zac were kissing and from the way Taylor had sucked off Isaac, he could not see Taylor being in denial, not when he went around wearing panties and a bra besides. Considering that his son had been born five months after he'd gotten married, and that he'd gotten married shortly after turning nineteen, he suspected the marriage was a matter of necessity rather than love, especially given his Christian upbringing. That was funny in a way, being raised in such a religious household and ending up gay, a transvestite, and almost an unwed father. Getting married was also a farce. Thousands of girls had babies out of wedlock these days. As he caressed the handsome, blond singer's smooth buttocks and ran his index finger up his crack, he wondered if he'd ever have a son. Tay did, and Michael Jackson did.
Unlike their guests, the three Hanson brothers had only one thing on their minds, getting off another load with each other and with their two guests. They had been messing around with each other now for five years, and found it just as hot now as they had the first time they'd done it with each other. So it was no surprise the three of them were the first to become erect once again. Easing Zac down on his back, Isaac knelt between his outspread legs and raised his youngest brother's hips. As the tip of his cock found Zac's eager hole, Zac wrapped his legs about Isaac's waist for support and pushed out with his stomach muscles as Isaac grasped his hips and pushed forward, pressing the knob of his cock against Zac's straining pucker and forcing it open. The two brothers grunted and strained as Isaac slowly sank his cock up his brother's rectum until all seven and a half inches were buried up his butt and Zac's large eggs were nestled in Isaac's dark brown curly hairs.
Having been sitting on the bed and watching along with Aaron and Greg, Taylor crawled over to his two brothers, and straddling Zac with his knees on either side of his head and his elbows on either side of his raised hips, he bowed his head and opened his mouth, taking in his younger brother's six-and-a-half inch cock. His own stiff cock, half an inch longer, jutted out from between his legs invitingly, and Zac did not need an invite. Raising his head, he began to nibble and suck on the thick, delicious sausage.
Aaron immediately took several pillows and placed them under Zac's head to make him more comfortable, and then kneeing behind him, he worked up a mouth of spittle and then bending over, placed his lips against Taylor's asshole and forced his spittle up the twenty-one-year-old's hole. As he wormed his tongue in his opening and Taylor squirmed and gasped appreciatively with the sensation, Aaron wondered if his wife Natalie ever did that to him. He doubted it, and what he was ultimately going to do he knew Natalie didn't, because it was impossible for a woman. For now he delighted in rimming the hot, blond singer, licking and sucking his boy pussy and sliming it up with his spittle. Taylor trembled with the sensation, getting rimmed being a rarity for him, and he eagerly began to work his lips up and down Zac's throbbing cock, giving his kid brother a blow job as he was getting rimmed. Grasping Zac tighter, Isaac began to withdraw his cock out of his youngest brother's hole, and he felt Zac's sphincter immediately tightening.
Greg sat there on the bed uncertain what to do. Aaron's cock was free, but he suspected that he was planning on fucking Taylor's ass. With Zac and Taylor sixty-nining and Isaac fucking Zac's ass, he really saw no opening. He was not about to rim either Aaron or Isaac, and the thought of finger fucking them didn't particularly turn him on either. Isaac solved the problem for him, nodding for him to come over, and then to stand up. He did so and the twenty-three-year-old lowered his head and took the knob of the younger singer in his mouth and began to suck on it as he continued to work his hips to and fro, fucking his kid brother's ass at the same time.
By then Aaron was itching to have a piece of ass himself, and kneeling behind Taylor, he placed the tip of his aching cock against the spit-slick pucker of the older singer. Grasping his smoothly shaven buttocks, he pushed forward and Taylor immediately pushed out with his stomach muscles. Ever so slowly Aaron sank his throbbing bone up his rectum until his blond curlies were pressing against his buttocks. He then began to slowly fuck the hot, young star and as he did so, Taylor resumed sucking his younger brother. With Greg's ass conveniently within reach, Aaron reached up and grasped it for balance and then bent over and ran a tongue up Greg's ass crack.
And so the five horny performers fucked, sucked and licked once again, each enjoying the pulsating pleasure of his hot, stiff cock and once again the growing pressure in their loins as their dickheads tingled with arousal and their young balls began to swell and draw up below their aching dicks once again. Zac and Taylor sucked on each other's swollen organs with hot desire, the two never tiring of sucking cock, especially each other's. They worked their lips up and down the length, deep throating each other and then drawing their lips up to their blood-engorged knobs, each delighting in the pleasure of having his throbbing cock being hungrily devoured, in the pleasure of bringing another boy the same pleasure, in the taste of cock, and in the exotic fragrance of ball sweat. At the same time the two brothers were dizzy with the pleasure of having their asses fucked, of having a hot, thick cock stretching open and stimulating their sphincters, of having a hot, hard cock probing the depths of their rectums, and of having their prostates stroked.
Aaron and Isaac were taking just as much delight in fucking the two cock suckers, Isaac grasping his brother's hips as he eagerly worked his cock in and out of his ass, and Aaron grasping Greg's hips as he just as eagerly worked his cock in and out of Taylor's butt. He and Isaac were breathing loudly and deeply as they worked their hips to and fro, relishing the delight of having their aching cocks surrounded by hot, moist ass flesh as they worked themselves to their second orgasm. At the same time Isaac went down on Greg's stiff cock, sucking on it with as much enjoyment as he sucked on his Havana cigars as he relaxed after a performance, and enjoying the flavour just as much. Aaron meanwhile just as eagerly sucked on Greg's asshole, his lips pressed tightly against his pucker as he stroked it with his tongue and never missing a beat as he fucked Taylor's ass. Greg trembled with the assault on his asshole and on his stiff cock, and he reluctantly had to admit that engaging in sex with the two studs was great.
Having recently come, the five of them took longer the second time, and they worked slowly to enjoy the pleasure. The hotel room was filled with the gasping and laboured breathing of the five boys and the air saturated with the exotic fragrance of sweat. The musky fragrance of sweaty balls was particular strong for Taylor and Zac as they sucked on each other's pulsating, aching organ. They inhaled and exhaled the fragrance with relish as they felt the tension building and building in their loins, knowing the tingling, burning sensation around the rim of their aching cocks was the same for each other. Nothing came closer to brotherly love than two brothers eagerly bringing each other off and drinking each other's cum.
The two finally did reach that peak, and with a warning to each other, the two brothers erupted. Their cum gushed up the core of their throbbing cocks and out the opening to be eagerly swallowed. The two inhaled and exhaled deeply as their mouths were filled with the creamy loads and they worked the slime about in their mouths and savoured the tart taste and unique texture before swallowing. As they did so they felt the stiff cocks up their assholes suddenly being thrust up their rectums and seconds later begin spurting out slime of their own, hot, thick cum filling both of their rectums as Aaron and Isaac gasped in the cum-laden air and trembled with the pleasure of their climaxes. Aaron sucked deeply on Greg's ass, causing his rectum to collapse with the suction. He opened his sphincter wide as he felt the familiar twang deep in his groin and his cum surged up his swollen, aching cock and into the eager mouth sucking on his knob. Isaac eagerly drank the hot, thick offering as he trembled with his own ejaculation up his brother's asshole. Greg's cum quickly filled his mouth and flowed out the corners, forming a trickle of creamy white as it flowed over his dark brown goatee and stuck in the hairs. It was impossible to say which he enjoyed more, filling his younger brother's ass with cum or draining the balls of the sexy, dark-eyed, straight teenager who had his fingers entwined in his hair.
Once again the hotel room was filled with the hot, laboured breathing of the five horny studs, and once again the air was scented with man sweat and fresh cum. It was a night none of them would forget, a night of hot, unbridled sex, a night of five guys celebrating what it is to be a guy. For the three Hanson brothers it was a reaffirmation of their love for each other and the life style they had chosen, and for Aaron it was another hot experience reaffirming it was great to be young and gay and that there was still much for him to discover and explore. And for Greg, if nothing else, it brought a deeper appreciation of those who were gay, and just how complex this life was.