Caution/Welcome. Rested and rejuvenated, Aaron continues with his Juke Box tour, taking the show to Japan where he and his brother have many fans. Meeting up with the Japanese boy band Arashi, fifteen-year-old Aaron is introduced to the wonderful world of Japanese gay bukkake. Although incorporating many real facts, this story does not reflect nor imply a real event nor the real sexuality of these hot young performers. If you do not like reading gay fantasies about celebrities, interracial sex, or about bukkake, this is where you stop and hit the back or delete key and wait for the next story. This is the forty-ninth of standalone stories in a series of Aaron Carter and Friends fanfic gay fantasies and chronologically follows the story "Aaron and Nick: Partying with Jacko." 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: WHEN IN JAPAN, BUKKAKE
It was Saturday, September 20, 2003, Aaron's third day in Japan and the day of his second performance, this one at Zepp Osaka in the city of Osaka. Like his performance on the eighteenth at Koseinekin Hall in Nagoya, the performance was sold out. He and his brother Nick were well known in Japan as was evident from his VIP treatment upon arriving on the island on the final leg of his Juke Box tour. A limo from the airport, an eight-hundred dollar a night room at the best hotel in the city, meals at the finest restaurants, not bad for a fifteen-year-old boy from Marathon, Florida who began as a cute blond-haired moppet with a guest appearance with his brother's band. The only thing lacking was a smooth-skinned Japanese boy-for-hire to share his king-size bed with. Had his hosts known his preference they would have probably arranged that too, and would have found no shortage of takers. His agent Mike Ryan would have arranged it, and probably hooked up with someone himself, his romance with Lance Bass being more than a little rocky lately. Unfortunately, Mike had been unable to accompany him on this leg of the tour, another one of his bitch mother's cost-cutting brainwaves.
So, as Aaron glanced out at the crowd while the opening number warmed everyone up for him, he was feeling randy as hell. He hadn't had any sex other than his right hand since his wild time with Nick and Michael at Jacko's big Neverland Charity bash. Okay, that was only seven days ago, but hey, he was fifteen, sixteen on December 7, and had a healthy pair of balls and very active endocrine glands pumping out the hormones. It did not help that he found Japanese boys exceptionally attractive what with their smooth skin and tawny complexion, dark, slanted, sexy eyes, and slim, youthful bodies. Japanese boys always looked much younger than they really were to him. To be truthful, if he was performing before a group of hairy orangutans that day they'd turn him on he was feeling so horny. He wondered what it would be like to make it with an orangutan. Hey, just a week ago when he'd spent the day at Neverland he'd visited Michael's zoo with him, and Michael had his own pet Chimp. It was a perfectly healthy, normal thought, for a horny fifteen-year-old pop star.
He was a star, and the show had to go on, so he inhaled deeply and bounded onto the stage in his white Elvis jump suit as the band started to play "Love Me Tender." Next to sex, he loved performing. His fan base in Japan was basically the same as in the United States, a thousand early teen and preteen girls to every guy, and three-quarters of the guys who were there were there because they were with their girlfriends. Actually, making out with one of his female fan's boyfriends was a hot fantasy of his during his solo jerk off sessions.
At that moment he'd even make out with him if he looked like an orangutan Aaron thought with a grin, the smile causing a thousand teenybopper girl fans to scream and swoon! Of course none of the boy fans looked anywhere near an ape. Everyone one of them was so sexy looking he had difficulty focussing on his lyrics, and keeping his dick down.
As he took his mid-performance break and downed a couple chocolate bars to maintain his energy and a couple bottles of bottled water to replenish the fluids in his body, having sweated at least several litres by then, he inquired about the group of five young men he had spotted near the front. It was unusual to see five guys together, and they had to have had some pull to get that close to the stage.
"They are the members of Arashi"
"Arashi?"
"It is a boy band. Their name means Storm in English."
"So what sort of music do they play?"
"Pop. Similar to you."
"Yeah? I'd like to meet them."
"They would very much like to meet you too, I am sure."
"Yeah? Cool."
Aaron had not yet changed out of his performing clothes for his last number when the five fellow musicians were ushered into the changing room at the back of the auditorium. He extended his hand and then on second thought withdrew it. He was all sweaty, and besides, he didn't know if it was proper etiquette to bow instead, and if so, who went first. He'd been told the protocol, but in the presence of five handsome, stylish young men, who could remember protocol? "I'm, ah, sort of skunky right now," he apologized.
"Hey, that is okay fine. We know what it is to perform under the hot lights," replied one of them, extending his hand. He spoke with a thick accent and textbookish English. He had a narrower face and flatter nose than the others, and a more triangular jaw, and a very sexy, pouty mouth. God, he looked so hot, and his voice was so sweet! He was, Aaron learned later, the leader of the group. He also learned later that besides enjoying singing and dancing, he was very much into stage musicals, acted in a few TV dramas, and particularly enjoyed drawing and anything related to art, which had been and still could be his ultimate career path. "I am Satoshi Ohno. It is much pleasure to meet you."
"Thank you," Aaron said with a courteous nod. "I'm glad you could come back stage. I'm always eager to meet my fans." Especially hot-looking boy studs, he wanted to add.
Each of the others stepped up and extended his hand as he introduced himself, stating his last name first as was the custom in Japan and giving a shy and humble nod. It was all very formal and awkward, as it usually is when one is introduced to someone famous and whom you know nothing about, even though each of them was famous in his own right, and especially in Japan.
"Ew," joked the fourth, introducing himself as Matsumoto Jun as he stepped forward and quickly wrinkled his nose and stepped back. "Perhaps we shall just bow," he said with a grin as he did so with a deep flourish. Ohno and a slim, long-legged boy who'd introduced himself as Masaki Aiba punched him in the shoulders and laughingly said something in Japanese. Aaron knew he was just joking and appreciated it as it helped to break the ice, but he didn't blame his reaction. He was skunky from sweating on stage, and Jun was a stylish dresser. He could easily be a cover boy for a teen celeb mag or a model in a fashion magazine. Aaron recognized the scene of his cologne as Georgio Armani. He learned later that he was the clown of the group.
"So, I hope you liked the performance," Aaron said as they completed the introductions.
"Oh yes, very much so," replied Ohno, and the others quickly agreed.
"I understand you are performers yourself?"
"Yes," replied the one who had introduced himself as Sakurai Sho. Twenty-one, five foot seven, a hundred and twenty-five pounds, with a thirty-inch chest, twenty-seven inch waist, and thirty-five inch hips, he was a major stud, ghettoish-sexy, and the most macho looking. He was wearing an expensive Tommy Hilfiger shirt and cologne and GAP cargo pants. He looked the oldest and he spoke more fluent English. Aaron learned later that he was the group's vocalist and an actor besides, and actually the second oldest, being a year and two months younger than Ohno. "We very much appreciate your style of performing."
"Very, how do you say it, much full of energy," added Kazunari Ninomiya. At five foot five he was the same height as Ohno, the two shortest of the five, and at a hundred-and-sixteen pounds, five pounds lighter than Ohno, he was the lightest of the group. He was the group's guitar player and besides enjoying singing and writing songs, he liked video games, and nature. His best buddy, Aaron learned that evening, was Sho, and he could not help wonder just how close buddies they were. Nino, as the others called him, had more bristly hair, thinner eyebrows, narrower eyes, and a sharper nose than the others and looked almost European. He also looked more delinquent, the type who would challenge authority. Aaron did learn later from one of the others that although usually gentlemanly, Nino could have a bratty attitude.
He spoke little, his English not being as good as some of the others.
"Well, I do work up a sweat, as you can tell," Aaron said with a grin. "I'd love to hear some of your music."
"We not perform just now," said Ohno. "But we would be much happy to send you one of our CD's."
"That would be awesome."
"Well, we had better let you get changed and shower," said Sho.
"Yes, it has been very nice to meet you."
"Yes, it was very nice for you to meet us in your busy schedule," Sho added.
"Well, actually, I've got a bit of free time. I don't perform again until the twenty-second, in Tokyo. I sort of have the evening free," Aaron hinted.
The five glanced at each other. "Perhaps you would be interested in seeing some of Osaka?" asked Sho.
"That would be cool. I'd love to soak up a bit of Japanese culture."
Nino said something in Japanese and the others laughed. Sho translated. "Nino says, you Americans, the minute you are over here you want to visit our public bath houses, because of our mixed sex bathing." Aaron was about to explain what he meant by "soak" when he realized they were joking with him.
"That and visit our geisha girls," joked one of the others.
If they only knew his real interest, Aaron thought as he quickly showered and changed, choosing something casual but stylish, always conscious of looking his best in public.
"So, what would you like to do?" Sho asked as he joined them.
"I dunno," Aaron replied with a shrug. "Something Japanese," he suggested with a smile.
"Oh, maybe a tea ceremony," Jun suggested with an impish grin.
"Or we could go see an exhibit of rice paper paintings at the museum," joked Masaki Aiba. At five-foot nine and a hundred and twenty-four pounds, the band's twenty-year-old sax player was the tallest and one of the heaviest of the five, and the closest to Aaron in size. With his sexy eyes and sensuous lips and his hair worn long on the sides and combed over his ears and in a bang over his forehead, he reminded Aaron of Jesse. He, like Sho, spoke very good English.
"Actually, I could do with a bit to eat," Aaron said, chuckling at their joking at his expense. "I'm sure you could recommend a good place. What do like to eat?"
"Italian," replied Ohno. "Capricciosa is the best in Osaka."
"Pizza," observed Sho. "There are many good places to go."
"Anything as long as it is hot and spicy," contributed Nino.
"I think he was asking about food, not girls, Kazu-chan." They all laughed.
"Noodles," offered Jun.
"Yeah, especially Ramen noodles," agreed Aiba.
Settling on noodles, they took their guest to one of their favourite noodle restaurants, a small out of the way restaurant off the beaten tourist path, and away from their own fans. As they ate, they talked, about music, about touring and fans, and about their interests, Sho and Aiba helping Aaron and the others with translation. Aaron found besides an interest in music, he and Aiba shared an interest in basketball, and he and Nino in baseball (though not in zarusoba, a noodle dish in a bamboo basket garnished with horseradish and served with a saki-based dip with shredded ginger root that Nino had ordered for himself and had offered him a taste.) Jun's recommendation, tori nanban, a hot wide-noodle dish with deboned duck breasts and scallions in a savoury broth made from kelp and dried bonito, a saltwater fish, and served with suzuko mizore-ae, separate bowls of very salty red caviar, pungent flavoured shredded white radish in lemon juice, and a bowl of soy sauce. The Japanese style of offering separate dishes of dips and seasonings to flavour your food to your own taste Aaron quite enjoyed.
He found all of them except Aiba were involved in acting of some sort and to varying degrees besides performing in the band. They were all fun and easygoing and a bit crazy and he was immediately comfortable with them despite being five to seven years younger than they were. The liberal serving of warm sake certainly helped. Aaron had no idea what the drinking age was in Japan, but clearly it didn't matter where they were and the rice wine flowed freely. As they talked, he could not keep his eyes off Jun and Aiba.
"It is no surprise he is often cast as a bishounen," whispered Sho, nodding at Jun.
"A bishounen?"
"A pretty boy, an attractive young man, in a girlish way."
"Oh." Aaron blushed. "You mean, he's. . . ."
"Oh no. What is meant by bishounen, is he has very fine features and mannerisms, like a girl, elegant, beautiful, with much sex appeal."
"I see." Jun was all of that.
"You may possibly see reruns of Gokusen in which he acted. It was a very popular television series last year," Sho whispered. "Aiba is very attractive too, though in, how would you say, a more boyish way."
"He reminds me of my b of a good friend of mine." Actually, it had been a long time since he'd had sex with Jesse, and though he loved him just as much, saying they were boyfriends was stretching their relationship now, though at one time it had been very true.
"Well, that is one experience of Japanese culture taken care of," said Aiba cheerfully as he pushed his empty plate away and drained his glass of saki. "Now I think we need to take our gaijin guest to visit a geisha."
"Gaijin?"
"Foreigner."
"Oh." Aaron had for a moment thought Aiba had noticed his interest in him, and had interpreted his glances correctly.
"I think our guest would be more interested in visiting Village," observed Sho, "but he is too young."
They glanced at Sho and then at Aaron and back at Sho who nodded imperceptibly. Something was up.
"Too young to drink, but not for the other," observed Aiba.
"The Village?" Aaron asked.
"A bar, here in Osaka, one that is friendly to foreigners, and, well, those who have a certain interest," explained Sho, but there was something he was not saying.
Jun said something in Japanese and they all chuckled.
"What did he say?"
Sho hesitated, and then said slowly, choosing his words carefully. "Jun said, if you really are a boy who likes noodles, perhaps you'd like to experience bukkake."
"Oh, I like noodles, very much," Aaron responded, causing them to break out in laughter and Aaron to look at them curiously.
"When Jun says noodle, he means . . .," said Sho, discretely cupping his hands before him and dropping them to his crotch and extending his index finger and wagging it, causing Aaron to turn bright red. So, his interest had been noticed, and correctly interpreted. It was funny in a way that total strangers could pick up on something that his closest friends could not. "And bukkake is?" he dared to ask.
"It can mean a method of preparing noodles, or the toppings that are poured on top of them," Sho explained, "or it can refer to a practice in some private clubs of men gathering together and ejaculating on a kneeling woman, or if they are gei, on another man."
"That sounds like . . . it could be an interesting experience," Aaron responded.
"You are not serious."
"I am, if you guys are."
His hosts glanced at each other and all turned to Ohno. Ohno had become their leader and spokesman not because he was the oldest of the group, twenty-three in another two months, but because of a quick round of jankenpoi, rock-paper-scissors, before the band's official debut. That, and because he did tend to be the more mature of the five. "I know a place that will not question your age or your place of birth," he said after a moment.
The little bar was still further off the beaten tourist path though in a district that was friendly to foreigners, and certainly not a place where they would expect to find their fans. As Ohno drove there, they, again through Sho and Aiba, explained about bukkake and wajashudo. Bukkake, they said, supposedly had its origins as a form of punishment and humiliation for women who cheated on their husbands back in feudal times, and some said it was also practised to humiliate prisoners of war and show their captors' superiority. It later became a popular form of Japanese pornography in that it was, and still is, illegal to portray a man's pubic hairs or genitals, but not his semen. Then with the advent of AIDS and increase in other diseases, it became a popular nightclub sport among the Japanese gay population and later spread to other countries through European and American gay tourists as it was relatively risk free when it came to catching diseases, though that was something he did not have to worry about with them they assured him, and which Aaron assured them, they need not worry about him either.
"The golden mean in Buddhism states that if a deed causes remorse and results in weeping, it is ill-done, but if it causes no remorse and results in joy and happiness it is well- done," Sho explained with the help of the others. "So unlike in Christianity, sex is seen as a good thing within itself, not just in procreation. In ancient times, same-sex behaviour was not seen as a different level of sexual interaction or as being practised by certain types of people. It was seen as just another style, one of many, though which sexual pleasure could be enjoyed. And in ancient times, wajashudo, sex between men and boys, the way of the youth, was once an honoured practice among the samurai and great lords. Even today with westernization and the spread of Christianity, the adoption of western and Christian morals is only an affectation of the bourgeois middle-class. Still in Japan there are no laws against nanshoku, male love, and the age of consent for any type of sex is in most districts thirteen," he concluded as they pulled into the parking lot.
The place was small and noisy and crammed with Japanese men, clearly a gay bar. Although the patrons were friendly to foreigners and turned a blind eye to those who were under the drinking age, the Arashi crowded around Aaron to block him from view just the same, not just for his sake, but because they didn't want any additional participants wanting to join in. Considering only Aiba was as tall as he was and Ohno and Nino were four inches shorter, their attempt was rather ludicrous, as they all realized and chuckled about later.
There were several rooms in the back for different types of amusement, private and public. The one Ohno rented for them was small, ten feet square, with a decorative black and white tile on the floor and half way up the walls with contrasting etchings of men in various poses of embrace, white on black and black on white. There were a few bamboo matts in the corner, a bamboo tray with what appeared to be assorted cutlery, another with wet wipes, a third with dry towels, and behind an ornate silk screen in the other corner a row of hooks to hang your clothing.
"Traditionally," Sho continued as they began to strip, "the one who is to be the recipient is usually blindfolded and then brought into the room, but I think you will enjoy this more if we skip that part."
Aaron's heart began to speed up as he pulled down his fly and unbuttoned the top of his trousers. Glancing at the others as they stepped out of their trousers and slipped off their shirts, Aaron hoped he would not be embarrassed by popping a boner. That was going to be difficult to avoid with five cute hunks standing there in their jockey briefs and thongs and about to step out of them! Kneeling down on the matt Ohno had placed in the centre of the room and looking up at the five JPop performers expectantly, Aaron felt his cock begin to twitch and rise. Surrounded by five handsome, naked young men, Jun the youngest, having turned twenty just three weeks ago, and Ohno the oldest at twenty-two and ten months, all with smooth skin and tawny complexions, impossibly narrow waists and smooth, hairless chests, all stroking and shaking their limp dinks and staring at him, it was something he'd never imagined in his wildest dreams.
Sakurai Sho he would have recognized by his Tommy Hilfiger cologne but he was glad he was not blindfolded. The sight of the macho, ghettoish-sexy stud standing there before him, stroking his rapidly growing cock, his large, hairy balls bouncing between his thighs, his lips parted and his deep, penetrating eyes narrowing as he concentrated on the pleasure throbbing between his legs was a sight Aaron would envision for months to come. Beside him Satoshi Ohno, loved and respected by his fellow band mates, affectionately nicknamed by them Ohji- chan, Young Prince, stroked his now erect cock with his long, artist fingers. Except for being two inches shorter and a few pounds lighter, he and Sho had identical physiques, thirty inch chests, thirty-five inch hips, and twenty-seven inch waists, their muscular, smooth bodies the colour of butterscotch, their thick, jet black hair sweeping down over their foreheads as they glanced down at their jacking fists.
To Aaron's right was Matsumoto Jun, five foot eight, a hundred and eighteen pounds, chest 30.7, waist 25.2, hips 34.7, cock six inches, balls large and pendulous. His straggly hair, brooding good looks and penetrating gaze and innocent face were truly that of a bishounen, the perfect model for a yaoi comic. Sho had told him Jun was a sensitive romantic and Aaron could believe that. Strands of long, black hair swung down over his eyes as he pumped his now stiff cock. Aaron could not wait for the girlish cover boy model to spray him with his hot semen.
To Aaron's left, three inches shorter and a couple pounds lighter but with an identical physique, Kazunari Ninomiya, two months younger than Jun, was staring down at his pumping fist and his beautiful, tawny-coloured cock, his slender, guitar-playing fingers playing a very different instrument that night. What song might the handsome young songwriter compose about this night? Aaron could imagine him on some solitary beach, perched on a rock and composing as he watched the sea gulls dipping in the ocean, naked as nature intended man to be. Sho had said he had a strange sense of humour and could be very spontaneous. He sounded like the type of guy he'd get along with well on the beaches of Marathon. What matter that Kazu-chan as his band mates affectionately called him could speak little English, and he little Japanese? Aaron inhaled deeply, delighting in Nino's l'eau par Kenzo pour homme cologne as he imagined the two of them making hot, passionate love on a beach in the Florida Keys.
Twisting around to look behind him, Aaron ached with desire at the sight of Masaki Aiba. His slim body, long legs, sexy eyes and sensuous lips sent a shiver of desire up his spine, and he longed to reach out and embrace the hot young stud and to replace his fingers with his own. The hot Japanese stud would be twenty-one in three months, and he would be sixteen. What difference did five years make? Nothing in a country where wajashudo was a revered and long- established custom. Aaron inhaled deeply, imprinting the image of the hot young sax player slowly stroking his stiff cock and the fragrance of his Versace Blue Jeans cologne in his mind. Sho had said Aiba was hyper-nutty. Aaron smiled. The same had been said about him at one time as a blond moppet prankster hanging around his big brother and the members of the Back Street Boys.
Aaron was erect and aching. Nobody had said anything about him not masturbating too, but he decided not to. He wanted to concentrate on and enjoy the climaxes of the five young man jerking off around him. Who would be first? Would they all come at the same time? What would it be like, having them spray his naked body with their hot juices? Historically it was to humiliate and to show power. That was so hot. Though that was not their intent now, it was humiliating in a way, sitting there naked in the middle of the room with five guys about spray you with their stuff. That was a power thing in a way. His cock throbbed and jerked between his legs, the foreskin having slipped back to form a collar about his cockhead. A droplet of clear pre-cum oozed out the tip. He reached down and smeared the sticky, clear fluid over his exposed knob, enjoying the feel of its sticky sliminess. Looking up to find Aiba looking down at him and smiling, Aaron quivered as another droplet oozed out of the tip of his throbbing cock.
The small room had grown hot and stuffy and the five hot, naked young men panted and sweated with arousal. The mixed fragrance of the different colognes was now replaced by a more natural fragrance, that of sweat and hot, swelling balls of young men, the fragrance of young men in heat. Intent now on their climaxes, the five horny young pop stars beat their hot, stiff cocks rapidly and with unabashed delight, grunting and panting with the pleasure pulsating through their young, throbbing cocks and the tension rapidly developing in their loins.
Sho stepped up closer to Aaron and aimed his cock directly at his face.
His thin, muscular chest rose and fell as he gasped for breath, his smooth butterscotch skin beaded with sweat. Throwing his head back in ecstasy as he erupted, he directed the first squirt along Aaron's right eyebrow, and the second over the left in what was known in the bukkake world as painting the eyebrows. His remaining squirts he allowed to splatter Aaron's face, his forehead, his nose, and his cheeks. His cum was thick and white and slowly oozed down Aaron's nose and cheeks, leaving behind a slimy, glistening trail. Standing directly above Aaron, he squeezed his throbbing, aching cock, milking out the remainder of his cum and dribbling it on the top of his head. Aaron ached to release a load himself as Sho had him reach up with both hands and work the hot, sticky slime into his fine blond hair, the ultimate male hair conditioner. The feel of his hot slime lining his eyebrows and hanging on his cheeks as he worked the slimy cream into his hair caused Aaron to tense with the strange ecstasy.
Nino chose what was known as a tit shot, aiming his shots at Aaron's pert nipples. Aaron's cock twitched with renewed arousal as Nino's thick, creamy cum struck first one nipple and then the other. His nipples immediately stiffened as the hot slime coated them and began to ooze down his smooth chest. After coating his nipples and spattering his chest with his hot seed, Nino also stood above Aaron and milked out the remainder of his cum, and like Sho, he had Aaron work the fresh cream into his scalp with his fingers already sticky from Sho's hot juice.
Aiba was next, the sensuous sax player tossing his head back and his long, black hair out of his eyes as he spattered Aaron's smooth back, his hot streamers of cum lacing the boy's skin as hot as any whip. Aaron trembled in ecstasy as he felt the hot stud's thick cream oozing down his back. With his arms raised as he ran his sticky fingers through his now slick and spiked hair, his pits were invitingly exposed and Aiba finished off with a final spurt of his nut sauce in Aaron's right pit and then as it began to ooze down his side aiming his swollen, blood-engorged cock at the fine blond hairs of Aaron's left arm pit as he milked out his remaining cream.
Having Aaron unfold his legs so instead of kneeling and sitting with his haunches on the back of his heels he had his legs crossed lotus style in front of him, his right foot on his left thigh and vice versa, Ohno, rapidly pumping his aching, throbbing cock, squatted down before him. Totally unaware of Aaron's foot fetish, he shot his load on his feet, his hot, thick cum lacing the sole and back of first one foot and then the other and oozing between his toes, sending Aaron's cock into a wild jerking frenzy. His lips parted and gasping for breath, Aaron threw back his head and groaned with the unique pleasure of having his tender soles laced with creamy cum, and he wiggled his toes in ecstasy as he felt the thick cream ooze between them.
Gasping for breath himself, Ohno milked his stiff cock, decorating the tips of Aaron's frequently photographed feet with his creamy load.
Jun was last. The elegant, beautiful youth, the bishounen teenage girls across the country shared romantic dreams about, looked down at the cum-soaked American teen with lust-filled eyes and ordered him to open his mouth and throw his head back, warning him not to swallow. Aaron did so eagerly, opening his mouth wide and closing his eyes in joyful anticipation of the treat. Having been holding himself back, Jun released his load with an unabashed ecstatic groan and a quiver of delight. Shot after shot, hot and thick, spurted out of his throbbing cock and into Aaron's eager mouth, collecting and flowing over his tongue, filling his mouth with creamy, spicy cum. The unique flavour and texture of his cream, accented by his diet of fish and spicy food, sent a shiver up Aaron's spine and caused his cock to jerk as a large dollop of pre-cum oozed out of the burning tip. Saltier than the red caviar and more pungent than the shredded daikon soaked in lemon juice that Aaron had recently eaten, Jun's nutty, spicy cream assaulted Aaron's taste buds and the young fifteen-year-old pop singer groaned in unabashed appreciation. Jun swayed on weakened legs as his own head spun with the ecstasy and violence of his ejaculation, his lips parted and his slanted eyes practically closed as he milked his stiff, throbbing cock and his remaining cum oozed out of his cock and dripped in thick streamers into Aaron's mouth.
Having Aaron cup his hands and spit his cum out, Jun ordered Aaron to smear it over his swollen balls and stiff cock. The eroticism of smearing the bishounen's juice over his own genitals himself and the feel of the Japanese youth's hot, thick slime oozing over his balls and about his stiff, aching cock brought Aaron off without a single stoke. The young teen pop star threw back his head and groaned in ecstasy, his own hot cum spurting up into the air and spraying his heaving stomach and smooth thighs. His peehole burned with pleasure and his stiff cock throbbed as streamer after streamer shot from his pistol and laced his flushed, cum-smeared body, the taste of Jun's cum on his lips and the slime dripping from his fingers.
Getting a plastic spoon and bowl from the bamboo tray, Ohno squatted down and began to scoop up the cum from Aaron's body, collecting the puddles of creamy slime where it had collected in the folds of his stomach and creases where his legs joined his body. The streamers and spatters on his back, chest and feet were added to the bowl and finally the spatters on his face. Stirring the slimy mixture with a suggestive grin and gleam in his eyes, he scooped up a spoonful of the thick goo and fed it to their gaijin guest. Aaron clamped his lips down and drew the creamy custard into his mouth and savoured it before swallowing. His cock twitching with arousal, Ohno handed the spoon and bowl to Sho.
One by one the five naked Japanese heartthrobs squatted before Aaron and scooped up a tablespoon of the slimy sperm pudding and with a leer fed it to the young American. Watching the young teen obediently slip his lips over the spoon and suck in their offering and swallow it, his body glistening and sticky from their slime shower and his hair spiked with their creamy goo, each of the young men felt his limp cock begin to rise again. They inhaled deeply, sucking in the heavy, cum-scented air as they reached down and began to stroke their swelling cocks once again. After all, they were young and healthy, and it was not every day they had the opportunity to treat a hot young American star to one of Japan's oldest cultural traditions.
Arashi ga yatte kuru!
Get ready! We gonna have a party!
Arashi ga yatte kuru!
Get ready! Why don't you join us?