Caution/Welcome. It is Christmas, 2003, and Aaron is feeling lower than he has ever felt in his life as the recently turned sixteen-year-old is beset by problems and in desperate need of a good friend. Although incorporating many real facts, this story does not reflect nor imply a real event nor the real sexuality of this hot young performer and his longtime friend. If you do not like reading gay fantasies about celebrities, teenage friendship, or hot teenage sex, this is where you stop and hit the back or delete key and wait for the next story. This is the fifty-third of standalone stories in a series of Aaron Carter and Friends fanfic gay fantasies and chronologically follows the story "Aaron and Bruce: Play Hard." 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: CHRISTMAS WITH CRAIG
"Fuck!" Aaron cursed, scowling out at the choppy dark blue-green sea and the black clouds building up overhead. His face was just as dark, as was his mood. A winter storm was blowing into the Keys, as if nature was commiserating with him. He kicked at the imported sand on the Carter Compound private beach with anger and frustration. His cell phone rang and he debated if he should answer it or just let it ring. He recognized the incoming number, Craig Velger's.
"Hey Craig, whuzzup?"
"Nada, dude. How's everything with you?"
"Fine."
"Yeah? Certainly doesn't sound like it from your voice dude. I'm phoning at a bad time?"
"No. Just feeling crappy today. Wanna come over and hang out?"
"Let's see, do I want to spend my afternoon with someone whose in a shitty mood? Hmmmm."
Aaron laughed. "Yeah, I guess that's not much of an invite is it?"
"Hey, what are good friends for?"
"Looks like a storm moving in. We won't be able to go boating or skiing or anything from the looks of it, but we could play some video games or something. If it clears up later maybe we can do some dirt biking or some shit."
"Sure. I'll be over."
Aaron headed back to the house. Craig was a good friend, a longtime friend. Well, for as long as he had been living in Marathon anyway. With his tours and his need to practice and everything they didn't get to see that much of each other, but when he did have any sort of personal time they hung together, biking, swimming, just hanging out. His dad had hired Craig's dad as a bodyguard for one of his tours several years back and Craig had come along and they'd buddied up, which had been fantastic. Craig had accompanied him on a number of his tours since. It was cool having someone his age to spend time with on those long tour bus rides or lonely hotel evenings.
They had a lot in common too. Craig loved to jet ski, swim, boat, fish, go dirt biking or four wheeling, snow board, surf and play basketball and golf, things that Aaron loved also. His body reflected his active life. At five foot nine and pushing a hundred and forty pounds, he was the same height as Aaron and ten pounds heavier, all of it solid muscle. Besides sports, he liked the beach, touring, and music, though his taste in music, Usher, Nelly, and No Secrets, wasn't quite what Aaron was into. He also had a thing for Angel Faith and Aaron's twin sister for a while, prompting Aaron to joke he was into angels, and he was into girls big time. They hadn't seen each other for a while, what with his career and Craig's. Craig was model for Tommy Helfiger, and with his body and looks, he was in big demand.
Thinking about him and some of the fun times they'd had in the past did help to lighten Aaron's mood, but it was going to take more than an afternoon of hanging with a good friend to have much impact. He had a lot of heavy stuff on his mind. First and foremost was the ongoing battle between his parents, with him stuck in the middle. His father was constantly going on about how his mother was using him and ripping him off and was more interested keeping his singing career alive to bankroll her other projects than in him. The breaking point came when he got back from his Juke Box tour and found out she'd taken money out of his account and had left promissary notes. On top of that he'd discovered unpaid bills that he thought had been paid. That had really pissed him off. Working ten, eleven hours a day on top of school and press conferences and his own mother rips him off. On top of all that she'd prevented his dad from seeing all but one of his live performances. Two weeks ago he'd fired her as his manager and had started legal proceedings for emancipation from the bitch. On the other side, his mother was constantly harping about his father's lax rules when it came to what he did and letting him party all he wants, and said his father was a lazy bum and mistreated her. They'd separated and filed for a divorce back in October but it hadn't been finalized, and they kept talking about making up their differences. At the same time his dad was sleeping with his crush, Ginger Elrod. The whole thing was a fucking mess.
Nick had more or less struck out on his own, wanting nothing to do with either of them, and had warned Aaron that both were only interested in the money their careers were bringing in. As far as careers, Nick was struggling on his own since the Backstreet Boys had broken up so he had his own problems to deal with, and Aaron's own career was another worry.
The Juke Box tour had brought in a lot of money, but it hadn't been as successful as his mother had hoped it would be, and his latest CD, "Most Requested Hits" hadn't taken off yet. Mind you, it had only been a month. And if there weren't enough family problems, his sister Bobby Jean had gotten her DUI charge last month. Seems the only news coverage the Carter family was getting lately was negative.
The same could be said for his good friend Michael. He still could not believe that the cops had searched his home when he was in Las Vegas and had issued a warrant for his arrest. That had been November 18, the same day his CD had been released. He'd come to Michael's defence of course, telling the reporters that he'd seen Michael totally make out with a girl, and on the twentieth he and Nick and Michael's other fans had attended a rally with Michael at his Neverland Ranch. His support for Michael had nothing to do with Michael having given him a $329 000 Bentley for performing at his Neverland Ranch Concert "What More Can I Give" back in September and as an early sixteenth birthday present. And his support of Michael, and the Bentley, had nothing to do with the fact he and Michael, along with Nick, had messed around in Michael's bed with each other big time after that concert in September. Well, okay, maybe it had a little part.
And, speaking of messing around, there was the shit going on between him and Bruce Willis, the invites by Bruce to his yacht and his ranch, the fantasy games he and Bruce played, and the expensive gifts Bruce was sending him. He was still aching from being tied up at Bruce's ranch two weeks ago. Mind you, the diamond pendant and silk underwear helped him heal faster. Besides, the memory of Bruce tying him up and spanking his ass until it was burning, the nipple clamps and the ball harness still gave him a powerful rush and an instant erection. How a guy could get an erection from feeling pain he did not understand, and that he did bother him, a lot. Mind you, when you are sixteen and not getting any, it is easy to pop an erection.
A big problem was Jesse McCartney's acting career was taking off, and with Jesse spending more time on the west coast than the east, they never saw each other. As much as he hated to admit it, their love affair was finished, which was a major downer in itself never mind all the rest of the shit that was happening. And speaking of love affairs, there was the whole PR mess between Hilary Duff and Lindsay Lowen, with him directly in the middle and getting all the blame. Fuck, it wasn't his fault girls had such a big thing about commitment. A couple dates with Lowen and she thought she owned him, and they hadn't done anything, not anything intimate. Girls didn't turn him on that way, not like guys. She didn't even want him to see anyone else, and then has this big hissy fit when he does. It would at least be different if they were fucking. Why couldn't girls just play around like guys did? And mood swings! How was a guy supposed to deal with that? Thank heavens he was gay.
Well, to be honest, that was part of the reason for his black mood too.
He loved cock. He loved the way it smelled, the way it tasted, the way it felt, in his hands, in his mouth, up his ass. If he wasn't thinking music, he was thinking cock. He loved guys. No, he loved sex with guys. There was a difference. Sex was why he kept going back to Bruce Willis despite the man being a closet sadist and knowing he was in for a night of pain whenever he accepted one of his invites. That was why he'd made out with a forty-five-year-old boylover like Michael, why he went crazy over good looking male fans, made out with his PR agent Mike Ryan, and couldn't keep his hands off good friends who were bi or gay, like David Gallagher and Justin Berfield. And if just having the hots for guys wasn't enough, on his tour in Japan he'd gotten off in a major way on some pretty weird stuff, being pissed on, and having guys spray him with their cum. And then there were feet. Just the thought of a guy's feet got him going, just like the thought of a woman's boobs got most teenage boys hot. The sixteen-year-old superstar could come up with only one reason. He was totally sick.
Thankfully the doorbell rang and interrupted his black mood. Even Craig's presence and the distraction of their favourite video games didn't totally bring him out of his funk. The storm did blow in and his father phoned to say he and Ginger would not be driving back from Miami where they'd gone to spend the day. His mother would have a fit if she knew his father had left him home alone and unsupervised over night! Maybe he should break into the family's liquor cabinet and he and Craig could get stupid drunk, or he could invite a few people over and they could all smoke some pot, just to prove his mother's dumb accusations were correct.
"Oh man, I don't know what's bumming you out, but dude, you got it bad," Craig said. "Serious, it's so tearing me up seeing you wacked like this."
"Sorry," Aaron said with a weak smile.
"Wanna talk about it?"
Aaron looked up at him helplessly. How do you tell someone the things he'd been thinking that afternoon? Craig looked back at him with those soft, chestnut-coloured eyes and you would have to be blind not to see the concern in them. Tears began to well up in Aaron's eyes and once they began, he couldn't stop them. He just sat there on the floor blubbering like a baby, the control buttons to the game they'd been playing in his hand totally forgotten. Craig, caught totally by surprised, put his arm about his buddy and drew him close and just let him sob.
"It your parents again?" he finally asked as Aaron's sobs subsided. You'd have to be a hermit not to have read about their squabbles. There were people in Marathon saying they wished the Carters didn't live there.
Aaron shook his head in the negative and tried to respond but was choked up by sobs again.
"The media isn't it? God, they can be so heartless and such cunts sometimes."
Aaron shook his head again, but he could not speak. He felt so dumb, and so childish. Sixteen and he was sitting there blubbering like a little baby, in front of his best friend.
"You're not sick or anything are you? Like AIDS or something?"
"No, I don't have anything. It's just a lot of things," he finally managed to croak.
"That's a relief," Craig said. "I mean I know how you like to mess around with, well, you know, mess around. I know what it's like, about a lot of things. It seems sometimes things just build up and hit all at once."
They just sat there the on the floor, their video game forgotten, Craig with his arm about Aaron, Aaron trying to control his breathing. Slowly it came out, about his parent's bitter divorce, about how his life had changed so drastically in the seven years since he'd begun performing, mostly it seemed as a result of his career and money, about being torn between living with his mother or his dad, about the pressures of performing and constantly being in the public eye, two things Craig knew, having to constantly be aware of his image as a model. The more private stuff, what he was doing with Bruce and Michael, of course he could not get into, not even with his best friend.
"How . . . how do you feel about . . . about . . . you know, my . . . doing stuff with guys?" Aaron finally dared to ask. The only people closer to him than Craig were his parents, Nick and his twin sister Angel, and Jesse. At the moment he wasn't sure if he could really make that claim about his parents, and besides, it wasn't a question a guy could just bring up at the breakfast table and ask his parents, or his sister for that matter. As for Nick, he messed around with guys too, and Jesse and he were lovers, so their answers wouldn't exactly be unbiased. Craig was the only one he could ask.
"What do you think about my doing stuff with girls?"
Aaron was taken aback for a moment with the response. "That's different."
"Why?"
Aaron thought about it. "Well, it is. It's what people expect of guys."
"Some people, yeah. But not all people. And a lot fewer today than there used to be."
"Yeah, you're right. So what do you think?" he asked, emphasizing you.
"I think any guy who makes out with you is lucky, and I think any guy who makes out with you knows it."
"Really?"
"Yeah. You got a great bod, for a singer anyway," Craig said with a slight grin, "and it's sex they want so they can overlook your personality."
Aaron gave him a playful punch and a smile slowly curled the corner of his lips. "What's the crack about for a singer? You've seen my moves on the stage."
"I thought we were talking about your moves off the stage," Craig joked, and Aaron smiled more broadly. "Now I've answered your personal question, you got to answer mine."
"Sure."
"What's wrong with me?"
"Huh?"
"What's wrong with me?" Craig repeated. "Why have you never made a pass at me? I don't turn you on?"
"You're joking."
"No."
Aaron looked at Craig. "I ... I just never thought of you like that, in a sexual way."
"Oh great. What have you thought of me as, hamburger helper?"
"Really. I've just thought of you as, well, a friend." He couldn't say brother since he'd had sex with his brother, numerous times. It was funny, but he'd never once thought of Craig as a potential sex partner. "Because you're always going on about girls I guess, and Angel."
"She's a girl too," Craig observed, pretending to be serious.
"You know what I mean."
"So you've never once thought about us messing around?"
"No. Have you?"
"Yeah."
"Really?"
"Mostly as to why you found other guys hot and not me. There was a time when I thought maybe you didn't like me."
"Oh Jezz!"
"Then there were other times I figured it was a good thing, cause I didn't know what I'd do if you ever did come on to me."
"Craig," Aaron responded, not knowing what to say. He'd had no idea of the slight or the hurt he'd caused. He put an arm about him.
"Uh oh."
"Stop that," Aaron said, having to smile despite how he was feeling. "What would you say if I did come on to you?"
"Sorry, dude, I really am, but I don't put out because someone's feeling sorry for me, or for themselves."
"That wouldn't be the reason."
"I do charity work, but that's mostly a business write off. I don't think making out to cheer up a friend would qualify."
"I wouldn't ask for that reason either."
"Besides, I'd have a hell of a time explaining that deduction to my parents."
"Will you be serious for a moment?"
"Oh Jezz, our first time and we haven't even done anything yet and he wants to get serious. No wonder Lindsay dumped you."
"She didn't dump me."
"Sez you," Craig said with a grin.
Not knowing what else to do, Aaron grabbed him and kissed him, firmly, on the lips. He knew it was a totally stupid, impulsive thing to do. As their lips parted, he wondered if he'd made the biggest mistake in his life, if Craig would sock him, totally end their relationship, or what. To his surprise, and relief, Craig wrapped his arms about him and returned the kiss. It was hot, and sincere. He'd done enough kissing to know. He returned the kiss of course, and massaged and kneaded Craig's back. His deltoids were broad and firm. Craig returned kiss for kiss, and began to massage Aaron's back also.
"I just want you to know right from the start, I'm not being the girl," Craig said with a smile and a twinkle in his chestnut brown eyes as he broke his last kiss.
"You really want to do this?"
"If that's an example of your sweet talk, it needs some work dude. At this point with a girl I usually say something like, you're an awesome kisser, or your hair smells awesome."
"Really?"
"Yeah. And you are, and it does."
"I use Crew for Men."
"I know."
"You do?"
"I read it in a Q and A in one of your fan sites."
"You did not!"
"Okay, I confess, I looked in the cabinet in your bathroom."
"Thanks."
"For what?"
"For cheering me up?"
"We're done? I don't get to find out what's so great about a roll in bed with the famous Aaron Carter?"
"That's your prize for cheering me up."
"Can I have the toaster instead?"
Aaron could not help giggle. He wrapped his arms about Craig again. "Any time you want us to stop, you just say."
"Now that's a line I use. Though usually a lot later, like after I've gotten my hand in her panties and she'd too hot to say stop."
Aaron kissed him again, forcefully, passionately. Craig returned the kiss. Aaron knew it wasn't out of sympathy or in charity. Craig was not that sort of guy. As their lips met for a long, lingering kiss, and he felt Craig running his hands over his back, he knew Craig was being sincere. He was a friend, the best friend a guy could have, but this wasn't just out of friendship either. He wanted it also, because he was curious, because he was feeling horny, because deep down all guys want it, whatever reason. It didn't matter. Aaron would make sure his first time would be a memorable one.
As he began to unbutton Craig's shirt, he was surprised he'd never once considered doing this to Craig. They'd fallen asleep sitting side by side on long bus trips and ended up cuddling together. They'd stayed over night in the same hotels, he with his mother, Craig with his father, and not once had he thought about the two of them sneaking off with each other for a bit of messing around. They'd even shared the same bed on a couple occasions and he hadn't given sex a single thought. Pulling Craig's shirt out of his pants, he slipped his hands underneath and massaged his back muscles, and as Craig began to unbutton his shirt, Aaron stopped thinking about their past and concentrated on what they were doing.
Craig's active physical life was evident from his firm muscles and as Aaron caressed them and ran his fingertips along his broad deltoids, he felt the kindling of desire in his loins. Slipping Craig's shirt off, he admired the teenager's smooth, firm chest, the muscles beginning to take on the firmer definition as a boy passes into adulthood but still having the roundness of youth. He had large, prominent nipples and his chest tapered to muscled ribs and a narrow waist. Running his fingertips over Craig's chest, following the contours of his muscles, Aaron resumed kissing him, and as he ran his fingertips over the boy's nipples he felt the intake of his breath as he shuddered with the stimulation. His teats quickly grew hard and Aaron snuggled down and kissed the swollen buds and teased them with his lips, causing Craig to tense as the shocks of arousal from his swollen teats shot through his chest.
Aaron took his time, ensuring he had Craig's nipples itching and aching to be sucked long and hard before he made his next move, which of course was to do just that as he undid Craig's belt buckle and pulled down his zipper. He slipped his hand inside Craig's fly, slipping his fingers about the warm, swelling flesh inside his boxers. Leaving his hand there, he continued kissing Craig, skipping his lips over his smooth chest and down his muscled ribs to his jeans, delighting in Craig's arousal as he felt the warm mound in his hand swelling. Finally releasing it, he undid the snap and eased Craig's jeans down over his narrow hips, and on down his smooth, muscular thighs. His calves were covered with fine, chestnut brown hairs. Pulling off his jeans, Aaron sat up and took his right foot in his lap and slowly rolled down his sock, pausing to massage and caress his ankles, and then the muscles of his foot. Slipping it off, he massaged Craig's toes and raising his foot he could not resist kissing the tip of each digit gently and inhaling the spicy fragrance surrounding them. His lips skipping up along the back of his foot to his ankle and then back down, he took each toe in his mouth and sucked on it gently. He was sure no matter what Craig had done with girls in the past, this was one thing they would not have done.
That was correct, and as he lie there on the carpet in the Carter family room and watched Aaron kissing his foot and then slipping his lips over each of his toes and sucking on them, he marvelled at how erotic it was. As Aaron slowly removed his other sock and began to kiss the toes on his other foot Craig's cock continued to rise until it was tenting out his boxers. He inhaled deeply as Aaron slipped his tongue between his toes one by one, delighting in what Aaron was doing as much as Aaron was. And then Aaron began to work his way back up, his lips lightly skipping up along the back of his foot with feather-light kisses, along his calf and along his thigh. As Aaron's lips caressed the sensitive inner side of his thigh, Craig's cock twitched with arousal inside his boxers. He had been caressed there by girls, in response to his own caressing of their thighs, but never had one kissed him there, and the feel of Aaron's moist lips and the brush of his fine, blond hair on the sensitive skin caused Craig to tremble with desire.
Skipping over his boxers, Aaron continued to kiss Craig's smooth body, back up his ribs and chest, back up to his neck, and his mouth. The lips that had been sucking on his toes were now pressed against his lips. As their lips locked, Aaron slipped his arms about Craig and pressed his chest against his. The feel of Aaron's firm nipples pressed against his chest as Aaron and he sucked face caused his cock to throb and he was sure Aaron had to be able to feel his hardness and heat through their underwear and Aaron's jeans. As their lips parted, he ran his hand down Aaron's smooth, muscular back to his belt, and then around to the buckle. He was not as adept at unbuckling a guy's pants as Aaron was, nor as adept as he was at undoing a girl's bra. Though Craig felt embarrassed and self-conscious, his fumbling caused Aaron to ache with anticipation and his swollen cock to throb with excitement, Craig's difficulty reminding him of the sixteen-year-old's innocence, at least when it came to sex with guys.
Aaron kissed his cheeks tenderly as he fought to control his breathing and his impatience as he felt his belt loosen, and then his zipper being pulled down. There was nothing more erotic than a guy pulling down another guy's fly, and his cock strained inside his boxers. Unbuttoning the top button of his bulky cargo pants, Craig began to push them down and Aaron raised his hips off the floor to assist. Craig pushed them down to his ankles and easily pulled the baggy trousers off. He paused for a moment as he looked at Aaron's socks. Deciding he would never have an opportunity like this again, and for some reason finding the idea of licking and sucking on Aaron's toes a lot more appealing than doing it to a girl anyway, he copied Aaron, slowly unrolling his right sock and taking up his foot and running his lips over the back from ankle to toe, and then kissing each digit. To his surprise the mild, musky odour of Aaron's feet was arousing.
He hesitantly and slowly slipped his lips over Aaron's large toe and sucked on it. To his surprise he felt a thrill of arousal ripple through his swollen cock. Who would have thought sucking a guy's toes would be erotic? As he sucked harder and longer, Craig's cock throbbed in his boxers. Aaron inhaled sharply, delighting in having Craig sucking on his toes and knowing from the way his boxers were tenting out and from the eagerness with which he was sucking that he was enjoying it. If he hadn't won over a convert, he at least had added someone else who appreciated his fetish. As Craig went on to his left foot, repeating what he'd done to the right, Aaron's cock throbbed hotly and his loins ached with desire.
And then they were kissing again, this time the lips that had been wrapped about Aaron's toes now pressed against his lips, and their hands roamed each other's body, caressing and squeezing. Aaron slipped both hands under the elastic band of Craig's boxers and cupped his firm, compact ass, and as he kneaded the firm, warm flesh he felt Craig do the same to him, and his cock twitched and ached as he felt his best friend cupping his ass for the first time and gently caressing it. It was hot caressing ass with any boy, but even hotter when it was your best friend, and hotter still when you knew it was your friend's first time.
Craig could not help noticing how much more compact Aaron's ass was than any girl he'd ever gotten that far with, girls having wider hips than guys. Nor could he help noticing how much more erotic it was to have Aaron caressing his butt than a girl, in part because he was another guy, and in part because he was his best friend. Those thoughts sent a quiver up his spine and to his surprise made his loin ache even more than when he necked with a girl. He was like making out with a guy, and with his best friend. That was totally wicked, and even more wicked was the fact that he was enjoying it.
So as Aaron slipped his hand around to the front of Craig's boxers and cupped his hot, low-hung balls and rolled them, and then slid them up and slipped his fingers about Craig's stiff, aching bone, Craig did likewise eagerly and willingly. Cupping for the first time in his life another boy's balls and rolling them in his fingers send another tremor of arousal through his groin, and his cock throbbed with desire. Curious, but not quite so eagerly, he released Aaron's balls and slipped his fingers about another his cock. He could not believe he was actually wrapping his fingers about another guy's dick. Even more difficult to believe was how horny he was feeling. He'd slipped his fingers about his own bone hundreds of times, but it felt so different holding someone else's, and having your own held by someone else.
Together they pushed down each other's underwear and wiggled out of them, and together they began to fondle each other as they sat there facing each other, stroking each other's cock with one hand, cupping and rolling each other's balls with the other. Closing their eyes, they leaned toward each other and kissed, once, twice, and a third time. Eyes closed, they continued to kiss as they slowly stroked each other, delighting in the hot, throbbing pleasure between their legs and the hot, throbbing flesh in their hands. Their kisses became more passionate and forceful and the blood in their cocks began to pulse more forcefully as the pressure continued to develop in their loins. Each had pleasured himself hundreds of times by then, but it was so much more pleasant, so much hotter, to do another boy, and to be done by him. Sharing that pleasure, that delight that only boys can know, doubled the pleasure each was feeling. Each boy knew well the progression in his own body and the signs, the developing pressure in the loins and the burning arousal of the glans providing feedback to the mind and telling the hand to speed or slow. Now that feedback was of no use as it was not one's own hand doing the stroking, and that hand that was stroking had no idea at what stage the other was at other than by guess. Of course their laboured breathing and the stiffness of their cocks was as good an indication as anything, and both boys were well experienced at jacking off.
Assuming Craig was near the climax point as he was, Aaron stopped stroking and tightly squeezing Craig's stiff, aching cock below the knob, he kissed him on the lips, and as Craig similarly ceased his stroking and squeezed Aaron's cock in the same place, the two boys concentrated on the pleasure pulsating between their legs and fought the impulse to begin jerking their hips and fucking the hand gripping their organs. Ever so slowly their desires subsided, which was extremely pleasant and extremely painful, and then once again the two began to stroke each other and to resume their kissing. Again they felt the growing pressure in their loins and the speeding up of their hearts as once again the blood pounded through their swollen flesh.
This second time they continued and they began to gasp for breath and to squirm uncontrollably as they felt that peak approaching. Each knew the other was near, and each knew how the other was feeling at that point, the advantage of two guys having sex with each other. They inhaled and exhaled deeply, sucking in the sweaty fragrance of two horny teenage boys in heat, and then they exploded, their throbbing cocks spurting out their juices with a force they normally experienced after an extended absence. They quivered with the ecstasy and locked lips in a long, passionate kiss, snorting for breath through their noses as their stiff, throbbing cocks spurted and streamer after streamer of hot cum laced each other's body.
They sat facing each other like that, kissing and grasping each other's stiff, spurting bone, until their breathing returned to normal and their cocks stopped throbbing and spurting. Their fingers dripping and sticky with each other's hot cum, they reached out and smeared the hot cream lacing each other's body, spreading it over each other's stomach and smooth chest, rubbing it into firm, glowing muscles. They looked into each other's eyes and without a word they embraced tightly, pressing their naked, cum-smeared bodies together and gyrating. They held each other tightly, cum-smeared fingers spread across each other's back. They kissed and held each other tight, silent thanks for the sex they'd just engaged in. Finally Aaron got up and returning with two damp clothes and towels, they cleaned themselves up.
"Wanna order in Chinese?"
"Sure. Ginger beef."
"Salt and pepper squid."
"Almond gai ding."
"Eight Jewels."
"Steamed rice."
"For two."
While they waited, they played a game of Combat 3, and when the order came they slipped on their trousers, starting up the fireplace, and sat there before it as they ate and talked. By the time they were finished, the storm had hit full blast, the wind shaking the eaves and rain splattering on the windows with huge drops and pouring out the drain pipes. The two boys cuddled together before the fire as the storm outside raged, and once again they began to caress and kiss, gently and fondly at first, and then with more passion. They were young and in their prime and it was not long before each was once again aroused and trousers were discarded.
Twisting around so he was lying on his side facing Craig in the reverse direction, Aaron slipped his lips over the knob of his still swelling cock and began to suck.
With Aaron's partially aroused cock before him, Craig did likewise, albeit with some uncertainty and trepidation. Aaron sucked gently and delighted with the feeling of Craig growing stiff between his lips, which of course caused his own dick to continue swelling. Discovering having a dick in his mouth was not as distasteful as one would think and as every straight boy imagined, Craig began to suck on the growing flesh in his mouth, discovering for the first time the joy of feeling another boy grow hard between his lips.
Slipping his mouth off Craig's now stiff cock, Aaron ran his long, hot tongue along Craig's shaft and up over the flanged knob, sending shivers of arousal through Craig's throbbing flesh. Encouraged by the pleasure pulsating through his cock and rippling through his groin, Craig did likewise, licking Aaron's cock like a strawberry ice cream cone, with as much pleasure and desire as a boy licking an ice cream on a sweltering day. He ran his tongue along the rim, knowing how sensitive a guy was there, and Aaron ran his tongue along the sensitive skin below Craig's knob. The two boys delighted in the throbbing pleasure of their stiff cocks and the sharp tingle of stimulation piercing their blood-engorged knobs. Trembling with delight and desire, the two teenagers felt the pressure and desire building in their loins once again and the two eagerly went down on each other.
Aaron sucked gently as he began to slowly work his lips up and down Craig's shaft, delighting in giving his best friend his first blow job. Craig copied the pro, sucking on Aaron's stiff cock as he slipped his lips down his shaft as far as he could without choking, and then back up to the swollen bulb. The two worked slowly, wanting to enjoy the pleasure throbbing between their legs, and wanting to bring the other as much pleasure as he could. Craig closed his eyes and swallowed his cock-flavoured saliva, any reservations about having sex with another guy having vanished before the throbbing desire and pleasure between his legs, and knowing the pleasure he was brining his good friend. Again he appreciated why Aaron took such delight in messing around with guys, and discovered that the experience could be just as pleasant as making out with girls. Actually, as he sucked on Aaron's hot, throbbing cock and felt his own cock throb and ache between Aaron's lips, he was not sure which was the greater pleasure, making out with girls or with guys.
As they began to approach that second orgasm, the two boys began to suck harder and deeper and began to work their lips up and down the other's throbbing flesh faster and faster. Their own pulsating desire drove them on, knowing that they were bringing the same pleasure as they were receiving. Their stiff teenage cocks throbbed and ached with that sweet pain and they sucked on each other's cock desperately. Again the pressure in their loins grew until once again the boys exploded, this time not on each other's body but in each other's mouth. Despite having already come once that evening, they spurted repeatedly, and their spurts were thick and rich and creamy. Spurt after spurt shot into each other's mouth. Aaron allowed it to collect and savoured the tart flavour and the creamy texture of Craig's hot jizm. Craig tasted for the first time the tart cum of a boy, and he quivered with the unique taste and the slimy texture as Aaron's cum filled his mouth, striking the roof with hot spurts and basting his tongue with the creamy sauce.
Clamping his lips about Craig's stiff cock, Aaron swallowed and quivered with the delight of drinking his seed and with the pleasure of his own cock oozing out still another dollop of his creamy juice for his best friend. Craig swallowed too, his mouth full, and he quivered with the unique taste and texture of Aaron's creamy seed. The two boys eagerly fed off each other, draining each other's cock of the latest load of cum and quivering with the delight of their own ejaculation, and with the delight of brining such satisfaction to the other.
And then again they sat and cuddled and kissed, their breaths now smelling of cum and cock and ginger chicken and salt and pepper calamari. With the storm raging outside Craig would be spending the night, and also because of the storm, none of the other Carter family would be home. That was quite fine with the two boys. It had been a delightful evening so far, and there were many hours yet to come for two healthy, red-blooded teenage boys. Besides, Aaron had only begun to thank his good friend for having helped bring him out of his funk. As for Craig, he was pleased to have been of help, and he would not be much of a friend if he didn't accept the thanks Aaron wanted to give, would he?