Aaron and Friends

Caution/Welcome. It is 2004, a new year, and despite a rocky beginning on the family front, Aaron is branching out into the movie industry with high hopes and a new motivation, and as always, an eye out for new adventures. Spotting a man lusting for him while filming in Anaheim, Aaron can't resist the temptation. Although incorporating many real facts, this story does not reflect nor imply a real event nor the real sexuality of this hot young performer. The character "Bill" is a reader of this series who requested this story involving himself. If you do not like reading gay fantasies about celebrities, intergenerational sex, or sweaty socks, shoes and feet, this is where you stop and hit the back or delete key and wait for the next story. This is the fifty-fourth of standalone stories in a series of Aaron Carter and Friends fanfic gay fantasies and chronologically follows the story "Aaron: Christmas With Craig." 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: SUPERCROSS, SWEATY SOCKS AND SEX

Aaron owed his PR agent Mike Ryan one, and he knew just how he would repay him. The only question was with whom? Having split up with Lance Bass, Mike was available again and looking. With his contacts, Aaron knew he'd be able to hook him up again, once he found out who Mike had the hots for. It was the least he could do. It had been through Mike's contacts that he'd landed the part in "Supercross the Movie." It was a bit part, less than fifteen minutes out of seventy-five, but it would look good on his resume, and it was one more thing he'd have in common with his actor friends that they could talk about, when they weren't having sex that is.

The acting slot also got him out of the house, and out of Marathon. Nick could take no more and had moved out, and he was close to the same point. After all the effort to reconcile with his mother and drop his emancipation order, and after she and his dad had met all day in Fort Lauderdale with the lawyers to cancel their divorce, his mother smashed a window and broke into their Marathon home two days later while he, Angel, his father, and his father's main squeeze were asleep, dragged Ginger out of bed by the hair, and hit her on the head with the remote control. She probably would have done more if he and Angel hadn't pinned her to the bed until the cops, whom he'd immediately phoned when he heard the commotion, arrived. His father, already angry because Eliot Weisman, an entertainment manager, was suing him over a commitment his mother had made, was quite content to leave her in jail so he had to go down to the police station and bail her out himself.

The acting gig also helped get his mind off Hilary and Lindsay, both bitches blabbing about each other, and him, to the reporters almost every week. According to one fan mag Hilary said she was completely over him after dating for a year and a half, but that he still likes her and phones to hang out. On top of that she claimed that she liked him more than he liked her at beginning, but then it was the other way around, and that he was a two-timer and broke her heart. Well, la de da! It was hardly his fault that Lindsay wouldn't let him break up. Fuck, girls took this whole dating thing much too seriously, like they were getting married, while all he was doing was playing.

Jesse McCartney understood that. Even though they were deeply in love with each other, they had no trouble with the other seeing other guys, especially when their careers kept them separated for long periods of time. He could see how Jesse liked acting and could be torn between his singing and his acting career, though he himself still preferred singing to acting. Jesse was going to be moving to LA to begin filming "Summerland" probably next month and if he had something lined up also, they could be together again, like back when Dream Street was his opening act. Now that would be fucking awesome. Mind you, they'd both be so exhausted from their all night orgies they probably wouldn't be much good on the set during the day. And speaking of orgies and playing the field, while he was on the west coast he was planning to take some time to drop in and see his actor friends and previous sex partners David Gallagher, Frankie Muniz and Justin Berfield for sure, and if he could arrange it, Erik per Sullivan and Haley Osment, and maybe Alex Linz. Thinking of them, he had to smile. Living on the west coast could prove to be a problem!

And of course there was Nick, the very first on his priority list. He and Nick had been on the phone and Emailing each other daily since Nick had moved out and back to California. Nick was having a lot of pressure lately, what with the Backstreet Boys trying to get back together, something Nick would love to see but it not looking too likely, and with all the shit going on with his parents. Aaron didn't blame him for pulling out. Who is going to sit around and listen to the continual bitching and calling each other down when you don't have to? And who wants their mother telling you what to do, career wise and socially? And, when you have just turned twenty- four and your dad is fifty-one and sleeping with a woman four years older than you, that could do something to your mind too. He and Nick had always been close, and spending some quality time with him on the coast was going to be cool. Of course he'd have to squeeze in time between Paris Hilton and Brittany Spear's bodyguard, both of whom Nick was seeing, and definitely totally making out with the latter. Maybe they could make it a threesome he thought with a grin.

Those were all reasons enough to be smiling, but on top of all that, he got to wear a sexy wardrobe in his role. He looked cool in the black and yellow pit stop outfit he and his movie sister wore, and he looked totally hot in the tight, yellow racing outfit. And on top of all that, he was getting to do one of the things he totally loved doing. No, not fucking, biking. Next to anything to do with the water, he loved to dirt bike. Mind you what he did back home was motocross, not supercross, but there were a lot of similarities. Supercross being held in stadiums rather than outdoors, just meant the track was smaller, making the jumps and obstacles more uniform and the race lengths shorter. To be a supercross champion you needed to have superior technical skills for racing on a very tight track under controlled conditions, while to be a motocross champion you needed to have the strength, endurance and courage to race at high speed under extreme conditions of heat and physical exertion. Jumps and turns got a lot more attention it being a tight track, but he was a good biker, good enough that he didn't need a stunt double, which pleased the producers. There were also a lot more fans being in a stadium and it was televised and well advertised, which were cool too. Supercross races were actually the second most popular form of motor sport behind NASCAR racing!

Finishing the pit scene, Aaron headed for the actors' dressing rooms, one of the locker rooms for the baseball teams under the stadium, to change for his race track scene. Pausing at the vending machine at the Pepsi Perfect Game Pavilion, an interactive game room, he bought a Pepsi and downed the can in two gulps. It was hot work working under the movie lights on top of the stadium lights. As he turned to head to the lockers, he noticed a man watching him, and he recognized the look immediately. He'd seen that look in the eyes of some of his older teen fans, and in the eyes of some of their mothers, when they watched him perform. He'd also seen that look in the eyes of a lot of guys as they watched a girl they were hot for, including some of the extras and members of the filming crew. There was plenty of eye candy around. This was a teen movie after all, and having boobs and good looks was more important than acting skill. This guy wasn't looking at any girls; he was looking at him.

Wearing a rugby shirt, faded jeans, and a pair of well-worn DC Trifect skater shoes, the guy looked to be about thirty. Brown hair, blue eyes, about an inch taller than he was, which would make him five foot ten, and maybe twenty-five pounds heavier, around a hundred and fifty-five, the guy looked to be in good physical shape, and wasn't bad looking. Slowly running his hand along the inside of his thigh and beside his crotch, Aaron watched out of the corner of his eye. He definitely had the guy's attention. There was one sure way to find out if his suspicions were right. Heading to the locker room, he detoured and stepped into the public washroom. Heading to the closest urinal, he took his time. He'd just pulled his dick out his fly when he heard the door open behind him. He was right. The guy who stepped up beside him was the man who'd been watching him. And he was interested. When there is a choice, guys don't stand next to each other at the urinals. The whole macho thing said you left at least one empty urinal on either side of you. Well, he'd give him a good look. He was proud of what he was packing. And of course he checked out the other guy when he pulled his out. Cut, and a nice size and shape. They watched each other piss in silence.

"I saw you out on the track," the guy said as Aaron shook off his dick.

"Oh yeah? I saw you in the stands."

"Looks like an interesting movie."

"Yeah. You an actor?"

"No," the man said with a smile.

"An agent?" Aaron asked as he tucked his dick in his pants.

"No," he said, shaking his head. "I have nothing to do with the movie industry actually. I'm from Chicago."

"I'm from Marathon, the Florida Keys," Aaron said. "The name's Aaron."

He extended his hand.

The man had just finished shaking his dick off. He glanced down at his hand, and then at Aaron uncertainly. "Hey, that's all right. From one dick to another," Aaron joked, keeping his hand extended.

The man laughed and shook it. "Bill."

"I got to go change for the next scene. Wanna come along?"

"Sure."

Aaron didn't bother washing his hands, and nor did Bill. It was a typical locker room, several banks of lockers with a low wooden bench between them. Opening the one assigned to him where he kept his street clothes, Aaron quickly unbuttoned his shirt and slipped it off, revealing a nice set of pecs and well-developed arms. He was a natural gymnast and his stage routines always included hand stands and back flips. It had been Mike Ryan who had marketed his smooth muscular chest, just like years earlier as a cute preteen his mother had marketed his naked feet. He could see Bill was impressed. Unbuckling his racing boots, he sat down on the low bench and asked Bill if he minded pulling them off for him. His right sock came off with the boot, and the left half way. He noticed when Bill was done, he reached up and scratched his cheek, and then his nose. It was an obvious movement, especially when he noticed the man was studying his feet. He didn't have an itchy nose. He was sniffing his fingers! Aaron's cock twitched and he did some quick thinking. He was good at that. It was something he often had to do as an entertainer when things didn't quite go according to plan.

"Those are getting pretty rank," he said, glancing at his discarded socks. "I'm going to go see if wardrobe has another pair. Be right back."

Wardrobe had of course hung up his complete change of clothing in his locker before shooting. Out of sight of the locker, he opened the locker room door and closed it, wishing the spring-loaded door made more noise. He waited a few seconds and slowly and silently made his way back. Crouching down, he slowly peeked around the bank of lockers. Sure enough, Bill was sitting there, his nose in one of his supercross boots.

Bill could not believe his run of good fortune. It had all begun when he'd entered his name in a promotional draw back in Chicago and won a five day all expenses paid holiday to Anaheim. Taking a much-needed holiday from his job, he'd taken in the local tourist sights, gone swimming in the Pacific, and hiked in the nearby San Bernardino mountains. Reading that Fox Studios was filming a movie in the Angels Stadium and that they were inviting the public to come and watch and be filmed as part of the audience, and having always wanted to go to California to be an extra, he'd figured it would be a good way to spend a few hours of an afternoon. Evidently so did several hundred others. Then he'd seen Aaron on the set, and found the blond teenager was even hotter looking in person than on television. Just when he'd figured things could not get any sweeter, he'd seen Aaron leaving the set and had followed him to the mens room. Now he was sitting there with one of the boots he'd been wearing on the set. Things could not possibly get any better than that!

It was a size ten, made of genuine leather with nylon cam locking buckles and fully lined with a smooth bio-foam interior so that it fit tightly. He loved the feel of the embossed suede burn guard on the calf, and he loved the combined odour of real leather and teenage foot sweat, the tight fit and buckles having kept in the heavy, musky odour that had been absorbed by the smooth padded interior and padded sole. As he inhaled deeply, he felt a stirring in his jeans and he reached down and squeezed the developing bulge. He had no idea how far away Aaron had to go to wardrobe, but he figured he had enough time to indulge himself. Inhaling deeply again, he stroked himself, delighting in the fragrance filling his lungs and the ripples of pleasure emanating out from his dick head as he stroked it.

It would be awesome to have sex with the wearer of that boot. He'd read in the papers back when Aaron's mother and father had gotten into a major tug-of-war over some possessions that his mother had taken, that they had included a jacket Michael Jackson had worn in his Thriller CD, and gifts from the move star Bruce Willis. According the paper Jackson had also given him a very expensive Bentley, and Bruce Willis had bought Aaron a million dollars worth of gifts. The entire world knew of Michael Jackson's alleged interest in boys, and he was sure that Bruce Willis's gifts were in appreciation of Aaron's assets also, and by that he was not thinking of his voice. He'd also read in a gossip mag that while accompanying Nick on his solo tour in Asia last year Aaron had openly had sex with female fans back stage, banging them against the wall in front of the sound and lighting technicians, and when they had complained he had just said "whatever" and kept banging. That of course was highly unlikely, but it all added up to a not all that far fetched fantasy of his involving the hot teenage heartthrob. Bill inhaled deeply with the thought.

And then the piece de resistance, the long supercross socks, extra thick and specially designed to provide additional padding and shock absorption, 85% hi-bulk acrylic and 15% stretch nylon. Aaron had not been kidding. They were rank. Between the air trapped inside the tight supercross boots and his feet sweating with the foam padding, the super absorbent socks had soaked up his sweat and retained the fragrance. Holding the damp sock up to his face and burying his nose in it, Bill inhaled deeply and squeezed his now fully erect cock. The only thing that could make this any better would be to have the teenage stud join him.

"So, dude, you want to take off one of your socks and return the favour?" Bill jumped as he glanced up at the sixteen-year-old smiling down at him. He was too embarrassed to even blush, and too shocked to move. He just sat there on the low wooden bench, looking up at the shirtless teenager, his dirty sock pressed to his face. "I mean it, dude. >From the looks of them, I bet those DC skater shoes have been around a while and are packing a powerful punch." He wasn't disgusted nor angry nor mocking, none of the reactions Bill would have expected from a sixteen-year-old boy who'd just found a stranger sniffing his dirty sock.

His mind blown away from the pungent fragrance of Aaron's sock and the shock of having been caught, Bill untied his worn Trifect runners and removed them. Aaron took one and buried his nose in it and inhaled deeply. Mumbling his appreciation, which was difficult to hear with his nose and mouth inside Bill's shoe, he inhaled again. His cock was already hard from watching Bill, and he now reached down and squeezed the bulge with his other hand. Bill could not believe it. He was about to cum with excitement as he pulled off his right sock, only half believing Aaron would actually smell it despite what the teenage boy had just done. Putting down the shoe, Aaron took the sock and pressed it to his face. His feet were clean and he'd changed socks that morning, but he'd gone walking that morning, and he'd been standing around in the hot stadium all afternoon.

"Oh yeah," Aaron said appreciatively, almost dreamily as if he was high. "Sweet." He inhaled again, deeply, and squeezed his throbbing cock. Pulling down his fly, he slipped his fingers inside his pants and the fly of his underwear and pulled his cock out, with no little difficulty considering it was stiff and his trousers were tight. He began to stroke it as he closed his eyes and inhaled the fragrance of Bill's sock again.

Bill sat there in a daze. His first whiff of Aaron's boots had been too powerful. He'd clearly fallen off the bench and hit his head on the concrete floor and was hallucinating. It was a delightful, powerful hallucination beyond his wildest dreams, and since it was all just a dream, he pulled down the zipper of his faded blue jeans and slipped his fingers in the fly. Extracting his stiff cock, he began to stroke it also. Why not? It was all a hallucination. Mind you the pulsating of his hot, stiff cock in his hand felt very real, and the shooting pleasure piercing his knob felt exactly like the real thing. So did the quickly building pressure in his loins.

The heavy breathing of the horny young teen sitting beside him and the smacking sound of his fist beating his swollen cock seemed very real also. He had a very nice cock, long and thick and uncut, just as he'd imagined it might be. The boy was breathing hard, his eyes closed as he concentrated on the pleasure throbbing between his legs and the fragrance of the dirty sock pressed against his nose. Bill returned to his stroking, delighting in the almost painful pleasure as each stroke of his knob sent a thrill of sharp arousal through the blood-engorged flesh. As the pressure in his loins quickly built, he stroked harder, and as he saw Aaron glancing down at his cock out of the corner of his eye, his pleasure doubled. The look in the eyes of the young teenage boy was one of admiration and appreciation. He had a nice cock, six inches and cut with a nice- looking head.

He inhaled and exhaled deeply, delighting in the tingling pleasure percolating through his swollen, numb flesh. He was sitting there side by side with one of America's hottest teenage heartthrobs, the two of them performing that secret, private act that men and boys across the country did. He could feel Aaron's youthful enthusiasm and wonder as if their minds were connected. The delightful thing about jacking off beside another guy was that you knew exactly how his cock was feeling and what he was thinking. It was an act and a feeling that united at least ninety percent of the man and boys on the planet, and likely even more. It had been a long time since he'd felt so hot.

"Oh fuck, I'm going to cum," Aaron gasped, dropping the sock and tensing. Panting loudly and deeply, he glanced down at his stiff cock, and then suddenly grabbed Bill's Trifect and pushed his cock down, aiming it at the opening. A second later the first of his hot, thick ropes of creamy white cum erupted from his throbbing cock and shot into Bill's worn runner. It was quickly followed by a second and a third. Snatching up the other runner, Aaron finished off it in with his fourth and fifth spurts. Young and healthy and having held off cumming the last few days in anticipation of the hot action he was going to have on the coast, he'd had full balls, and he shot a thick, copious load into both shoes. Gasping and grunting with pleasure, his chest rapidly rising and falling, he milked his cock, squeezing out the last of his thick, creamy cum. It hung in a thick pendant from the tip of his dick and then dropped inside Bill's worn DC. Aaron continued stroking his cock slowly and with delight, squeezing out the last of his cum.

Hooking his left hand under the crook of Aaron's knee, Bill suddenly spun him around on the low bench and raised his legs. Spinning around himself and throwing a leg over the bench, Bill raised Aaron's feet just in time as he erupted. The eroticism of sniffing Aaron's shoes and socks, and seeing the young heartthrob of thousands of teen and preteen girls sniffing his and then shooting his wad in his shoes had built up a powerful load in Bill's balls, and the man erupted like a volcano. His thick, creamy cum flew into the air and landed back down on Aaron's naked feet in thick, juicy gobs. Rope after rope flew into the air and laced the sixteen- year-old's feet with a cris-cross of creamy streamers across the backs, across the soles, and over his toes. Bill gasped and grunted with the extreme pleasure as his cum laced the boy's naked feet, the feet that as a youngster had been broadcast around the world in fan mags and promo pictures. He shuddered with the pure delight of his ejaculation and the joy of spraying the young teen idol's feet, and Aaron gasped with the eroticism of having his feet laced with hot, creamy cum as he reached down and squeezed his still stiff cock.

Eyes glistening with delight, Bill slipped his naked feet into his cum-filled shoes, and then raised Aaron's cum-laced feet higher, causing the teen to lean back on the low wooden bench and grasp the sides for support. Bending over and sticking out his tongue, Bill ran the tip along the backs of Aaron's feet, lapping up the cum he'd just shot. Aaron trembled with the tickle as he felt Bill's tongue run up along the sole of his foot, licking up the streamers of cum. Nobody had ever done that to him before and it was wild. Bill closed his eyes in ecstasy as he lapped up the thick, creamy streamers, and then wormed his tongue between Aaron's toes where his cum had oozed. The earthy fragrance of the boy's sweaty feet combined with the musky fragrance of his cum resulting in a heady aroma that made his head spin and his mouth water. He slipped his lips over Aaron's large toe and sucked on it, sucking the cum into his mouth and licking up the salt from his sweat as he felt the boy's hot, thick cum ooze between his toes in his worn skater shoes. As Aaron curled his toes in pleasure, so did Bill, and as Aaron tensed, Bill spread apart his toes and pressed his sole against the inner lining of his shoe, feeling Aaron's creamy cum ooze between his toes and under his foot and up along the sides.

He sucked each toe and wormed his tongue between them, delighting in the fragrance of Aaron's sweaty feet and in the taste of his cum. He sucked the warm cream into his mouth and quivered, the taste of his cum accented by the saltiness of Aaron's feet and the smell of sweat and leather and nylon. He eagerly licked the boy's feet clean as the boy's hot slime oozed between his toes and soaked into the soft tricot lining of his shoes. Slowly his breathing returned to normal, as did Aaron's.

"Oh man, that was fucking wicked," Aaron finally sighed. He glanced at his watch. "I'm really going to have to hustle to get changed for my next scene. You going to be around for the next set?"

"Yeah."

"Then I'll talk to ya after the shoot?"

"Sure. That would be cool."

Aaron quickly stripped off his clothes and changed into his racing suit and they headed back out to the track. It was the last shoot of the day, which would actually be one of the first scenes in the movie in which Aaron, as Owen Cole, is established as a top racer. Aaron was an experienced biker and played the role well, easily handling the jumps and turns of the track. He looked sexy in the tight supercross outfit, a bright yellow polyester jersey and nylon stretch pants with logo patches on the thighs, hips, knees, and rear. The super stretch rear accented his perfect, bubble butt, and the pre-curved legs accented his muscular calves. As Bill watched, standing there in his cum-filled shoes, he felt desire building up in his loins once again. After the shoot, those who wanted to were allowed to continue taking laps around the track. Aaron took a few, and then headed over to Bill.

"You looked great out there," Bill said appreciatively. "You handle the bike very well."

"Thanks. You interested in motorbikes?" Aaron asked as he removed his gloves and took off his helmet.

"I'm more into mountain biking myself."

"That's cool. Takes a lot of strength, especially in the arms and legs. You got anything planned for the rest of the day?"

"No. Nothing special."

"Cool. Wanna hang for a bit?"

"Sure."

"But first I gotta get out of these sweaty clothes."

"Maybe I can give you a hand," Bill offered suggestively.

"How about a tongue?" Aaron asked with a leer. Nothing like getting right to the point.

"Love to."

"Let's go find a place."

The Anaheim Angels Stadium was a huge stadium, with three full-service restaurants, landscaped court yards, special seating areas, meeting rooms and offices. With a place that size it was not that difficult to find an unlocked equipment storage room. Aaron immediately pealed down his ballistic nylon supercross racing pants. They were fitted with bio-foam hip panels for protection and despite the full mesh sewn-in liner for ventilation they were hot. Leaving them at mid-thigh, he pushed down his jockey briefs and removed his jock strap. Raising it to his face, he inhaled deeply.

"Hmmm, next to feet, there's no greater fragrance than a guy's sweaty cup," he said with a grin.

"Except for what was in the sweaty cup," Bill corrected as he dropped to his knees before Aaron and nuzzled his balls. They were damp and warm from his jock. Bill inhaled deeply, delighting in the musky fragrance of Aaron's low-hung teen balls, and his cock twitched in his boxers.

"Hey, no fair," Aaron protested as he reached over and cupped Bill's crotch. "It must have been hot sitting out in the stands." He pulled on Bill's rugby shirt, pulling it out of his faded jeans, and reached for the man's belt buckle.

"It was hot watching you," said Bill as he stood, allowing Aaron to undo his buckle and pull down his fly. There was something erotic about watching a guy pulling down your fly and his cock twitched with anticipation. Pushing down Bill's faded jeans and his boxers, Aaron buried his nose in Bill's crotch and as he inhaled the musky fragrance of his sweaty balls the teenager's cock began to rise.

Making themselves comfortable amongst the clutter in the equipment room, they laid side by side in opposite directions and reached for each other's rapidly swelling cock. Bill trembled with erotic delight as he felt Aaron's fingers slip about his cock and his hot, wet tongue begin to lick it, slowly running from base to knob and then back down. Inhaling the boy's musky fragrance, he similarly held his teenage cock by the base and ran his tongue over it, delighting in the fragrance of raw, hot cock and the saltiness of his swelling flesh. He slipped his lips over the knob and sucked gently, thrilling at feeling the boy's cock rapidly swelling between his lips. It did not take either long to become stiff.

The two went down on each other eagerly, gently sucking on the thick, fleshy straws as they worked their lips up and down each other's shaft. Aaron trembled as he felt Bill's tongue run over his glans, and he delighted in the throbbing of his stiff cock in Bill's mouth. He sucked on Bill's hard, hot cock, bringing him the same pleasure as he was feeling. As he sucked, he stroked Bill's ass and his thighs and reached up and fiddled with his swelling, sweaty balls. Bill similarly cupped Aaron's smooth, compact, bubble butt and squeezed and caressed it, delighting in the boy's smooth skin and firm buttocks. Lying there with their pants and underwear about their ankles, the two sucked eagerly on each other as they felt the pressure developing in their loins the second time that afternoon.

It being the second time and having shot their loads only two hours earlier, it did take them longer to reach an orgasm, but both were healthy and red-blooded and highly aroused. It was really not that long before they felt their swollen cocks go numb and the pressure building to that ultimate peak in their loins. Inhaling and exhaling deeply through their noses, the two began to bob their heads faster and to suck more urgently on the swollen cocks in their mouths, their need to shoot off a load predominant in their minds. Aaron trembled as he felt himself reach that point and as his cum raced up the core of his throbbing cock and into Bill's mouth, and Bill trembled also as he likewise felt his balls constrict and his cum gush up the core of his numb cock and shoot into Aaron's mouth.

He delighted in the taste and texture of the teenager's hot, thick cum and allowed it to collect in his mouth so he could savour it before swallowing the slimy goo. Aaron too delighted in the taste and sliminess of Bill's cum before swallowing, like a connoisseur sampling a fine wine. And so the two eagerly drank each other's thick, creamy loads, swallowing the delightful ball juice and draining each other's cock until their tightly constricted balls had no more to give.

Returning to the locker room, they stripped and took a quick shower. As he was with Aaron and the few who were still around were eager to leave, nobody questioned Bill's presence.

"So, besides socks, sucking and mountain biking, what else do you like doing Bill?" Aaron asked as they dressed in the now empty locker room.

"Lots of things. Fishing, swimming, hiking, reading. I could easily spend the whole day at the library or Borders."

"Cool. I like swimming and fishing too. All water sports actually, boating, water skiing, shark wrestling."

"Shark wrestling?"

"Yeah. Me'n my friends sometimes when we're swimming in the ocean, if we spot a shark, we try to wrestle it to shore. Little ones of course. My mom would really get all bent out of shape when we did stuff like that. It's a lot of fun. You should try it."

"Well, fortunately I don't know anyplace here in Anaheim where you go shark wrestling. I don't think I'd care for it much."

"So when you go hiking, where do you go?"

"Indiana Dunes State Park, lots of places in Michigan. Michigan has a thousand lakes. Actually, I guess you could say I go exploring as that's more what I do than hiking. I have fun."

"Sounds great."

"And what about you? Besides socks, sucking, and singing, what do you like to do?"

"Playing games on my Sony Playstation, listening to music, especially N'Sync or Metallica, playing baseball and basketball, looking up stuff on the Internet on marine biology. I especially like marine biology."

"They have a Sea World in Florida, don't they?"

"Oh yeah. In Orlando."

"I'm sure they must have one in California too, though I don't know where. But I do know where there's a place where you can play basketball."

"Yeah?"

"The American Sports Centre. I spotted it near my hotel on my way over here."

"Cool. You wanna go shoot some hoops, or maybe play some one on one?"

"Sure. I'll try not to beat you too badly," Bill said with a grin.

"Oh yeah? We'll see who beats whom."

Driving over to the sports centre, they signed out a couple basketballs and headed for the gym. The next hour and a half went by quickly. Aaron was a good player, and young and in top physical shape, but Bill had the advantage of experience and was in good shape himself and so was able to match Aaron's youth and energy. They practised shooting baskets for a while, and then played a game of one on one, their age difference quickly forgotten as they got into the game. Aaron was competitive, and Bill was delighted to be playing basketball with the teenage heartthrob.

"Oh man, that was fun," Aaron observed when they returned the basketballs.

"Yeah, it was. You're a great player. I haven't had a workout like that in a long time."

"You play the game well too."

"I don't know about you, but I've worked up a bit of an appetite."

"Yeah, me too. An afternoon of sports and sex does that," Aaron said with a grin.

"I noticed they have an on-site food service."

"Being a sports centre, probably all health food."

"What is your favourite meal?"

"I'm easy. Burger, pizza, doesn't really matter. One fast food joint is just as good as the other. Actually, same with restaurants. After a while restaurant food all starts to taste the same. Whatever the food service here has I'm sure will be fine. But first I'd better go take another shower. You had me sweating like a pig in there."

"And you me. Instead of going out, how'd you like a home-cooked meal?"

"Home cooked?"

"Another interest I have is cooking. The place I'm renting is a kitchenette suite. I can whip us up something. And you can shower there." The image of the two of them showering together came to Bill's mind, and unbeknownst to him, to Aaron's mind also.

"Sounds cool."

"You said you like pizza. What about lasagna?"

"Sure."

"Great. I make a mean Italian sausage and spinach lasagna."

Finding a local supermarket Bill bought the ingredients he needed along with some garlic bread and fixings for a salad and they headed to the hotel. As he prepared the supper they talked, about Aaron's interest in marine biology, about the books Bill liked to read. Aaron was easy to talk to and so was Bill. They became so engaged they totally forgot about taking a shower. As Aaron bit into his first fork full of lasagna, Bill watched apprehensively. Aaron grinned, a genuine grin.

"Oh man, that is so totally awesome," he observed. "You should open a restaurant."

"Thanks," Bill responded, pleased that Aaron liked the dish, but not totally surprised. It was one of his favourites, and a dish his boyfriends tended to like.

"Oh man, I'm so totally stuffed," Aaron announced some time later as he pushed his plate away. "That was fantastic."

"I'm glad you enjoyed it. I'm afraid I didn't think to pick anything up for dessert."

"I'm way too stuffed for dessert," Aaron observed. He sat and thought for a moment. "Except I think I might have room for a nibble of a couple toes. I bet yours would be particularly tasty having been basting in cum sauce and baking in your DC's."

"I imagine yours would make a good after dinner treat too. I noticed you like DC skater shoes too."

"Oh yeah, they're the most comfortable shoes I've ever found. When you're on tour you're on your feet constantly. You need a good pair of shoes to pamper your feet, and DC's are them."

"Now there's a testimonial if I've ever heard one."

Retiring to the bedroom, the two of them sat on the bed and removed their shoes. Although their DC's had ventilation, the fragrance of worn action leather and sweaty feet wafted up from their feet as they removed the runners, causing the two of them to tense with desire. Quickly stripping off their clothes to their underwear, they pulled back the blankets and laid down facing each other head to toe. Leaning closer to Aaron's feet, Bill inhaled deeply and appreciatively, delighting in the earthy fragrance as if he was savouring one of his dishes. His cock immediately began to swell in anticipation. Aaron leaned over and sniffed Bill's feet also, with the same result. Finding someone who liked feet as much as he did was a special treat, and he planned on satisfying his fetish to the fullest while he had the chance.

Unable to hold back either, Bill inhaled deeply and ran his tongue along Aaron's insole. The pungent odour accompanied by the salty, spicy flavour of his sweat sent a shiver of pure delight up his spine and caused his semierect cock to ache with desire. Aaron similarly began to lick his foot, and feeling Aaron's hot breath against the underside of his foot, and his hot, wet tongue run up the centre of his sole caused him to squirm. Skipping the tips of his fingers along the underside of Aaron's foot sent Aaron into spasms of laugher, and he retaliated by tickling Bill's foot. Soon the two of them were bucking and trembling and gasping for breath, their throats raw from laughing, their toes curled and their feet so sensitized that the mere touch of their breath sent each other into gales of laughter.

Bill ran his tongue around Aaron's prominent ankle bone and down the back of his foot, leaving behind a trail of spittle. Aaron's salty sweat caused Bill's mouth to quickly fill with saliva. Slipping his lips over Aaron's large toe, he allowed it to baste in his spittle before swallowing. Aaron's mouth was full of spittle also and he allowed Bill's toes to soak in it before sucking the foot-scented saliva back into his mouth. They wormed their tongues between each other's toes, and traced each other's toe nails with the tips of their tongues. They ran their tongues along the underside of each other's toes, delighting in the arousal throbbing through their arteries and veins. Sucking on Bill's large toe, Aaron thought back to sucking the man's cock and drinking his cum that afternoon and he trembled with desire. Bill similarly sucked on Aaron's toes, delighting as much in the throbbing of his now stiff cock as he was in knowing he was bringing Aaron the same exquisite pleasure as Aaron was bringing him.

"Fuck me," Aaron requested finally, his voice desperate, his breathing laboured.

"Thanks, but I have to tell you, I have no anal experience."

"Well, that's okay. If you don't like ."

"Oh no, that's not what I meant. I'd love to, and I can't think of anyone better to have my first experience with, if you don't mind doing it with someone who's still a virgin at it."

"Mind? Are you kidding? Doing it with someone for their first time would be so totally hot!" Grinning broadly, Bill reached over and began seesawing Aaron's briefs down, pulling first on the right and then the left, working them over his narrow, young hips. They were tight, and as Bill slipped his fingers under the elastic band to pull the front up to free Aaron's raging boner, he discovered they were also soaked with the teenager's copious pre-cum. Aaron raised his hips so Bill could pull them down, and then reached over and pulled down Bill's boxers, freeing his stiff, aching cock. Taking the pillows, Aaron placed them under his backside to raise it and eagerly spread apart his legs.

"Don't we need some lube or something?"

"Looks like you've been busy working up your own natural lube," Aaron said with a leer as he glanced down at Bill's stiff cock, the knob slick with his pre-cum, and over at his boxers, the fly having a very evident damp spot.

"I wasn't the only one," Bill said, a smile curling his lips.

"Why don't you use mine to lube up my hole?"

Bill did just that, reaching over and wiping the teenager's pre-cum from his blood- engorged knob and transferring it to his anus. Aaron shuddered with eager anticipation, causing a fresh dollop of clear juice to ooze out of the tip of his aching cock, which Bill quickly scooped up with the tip of his finger and applied to the sixteen-year-old's now twitching butthole. Kneeling between Aaron's widespread legs, he placed the tip of his cock against his hole, now slippery with his own pre-cum, and as Bill pushed forward, Aaron pushed out with his abdominal muscles. It took several attempts, but Bill was rock hard and Aaron experienced and their combined pre-cum helped. "Oh yeah, you got it," Aaron gasped as he felt Bill's knob stretching open his sphincter. "Just a little bit more!"

With Aaron's encouragement and Bill's burning desire, Bill pushed forward, straining to penetrate the horny teenage boy and ignoring the pain of stretching open his tight asshole with his circumcised cock head, the most sensitive part of his entire body. And then suddenly the resistance ceased and he felt his cockhead pop into Aaron's rectum. Aaron had him pause to regain his composure and control his breathing, and especially to cool down before proceeding. Bill needed it, and he paused there with his knob in Aaron's rectum for what seemed the longest time.

And then he slowly began to sink his cock up Aaron's rectum, delighting in the strange sensation of having it totally surrounded by flesh. He was surprised how hot and moist Aaron's dank hole was, and how his rectum pulsated in time with the pulsation of his stiff cock. He pressed on until his hairs were tickling the cord running from Aaron's asshole to his balls, and his hairy balls were pressing against Aaron's smooth ass cheeks. He paused again, delighting in having his cock totally surrounded by hot, pulsating flesh and trying to fight the urge to fuck as fast as he could to relive the load that had built up in his balls and the pressure he was feeling in his loins. Fighting back the impulse, he slowly drew back and then slowly sank once again, relishing each outward and inward stroke. He had to work slowly or he'd explode in a matter of seconds.

"I was wrong," Aaron observed. Bill looked at him worriedly. He'd thought he'd been doing quite well. "I said I was totally stuffed before, but now I am really totally stuffed," he said with a sparkle in his eyes and a curl to his lips, causing Bill to grin.

Bill continued, gradually sinking his cock deep up Aaron's ass, and then slowly withdrawing until his knob was stretching open Aaron's sphincter. His cock throbbed with desire and seemed so swollen and large in Aaron's asshole, and Aaron's hot, moist asshole seemed to throb in time with it. He'd wondered what it would be like to fuck ass, but had never found a partner that he felt comfortable exploring it with. He was glad he'd found Aaron. Aaron was finding the experience delightful also. Of course the horny teenager always enjoyed having a hot, hard cock massaging his prostate and stretching open his asshole, but he was enjoying it even more so this time knowing that it was Bill's first time. He thought back to the first time he'd ever had his cock up another guy's ass. That had been with Justin Berfield back at Pineview Farms, almost three years ago, the two of them fucking each other in the hay loft. Recalling that experience was a mistake as the memory sent a spasm of arousal through his stiff, twitching cock and he was unable to stop a dollop of clear pre-cum from oozing out the tip.

As Bill rocked his body to and fro, the droplet of pre-cum grew and finally dripped down from the tip of his aching cock and hung there, swinging like a pendulum as Bill plowed his ass. The sight sent another thrill up his cock and another droplet to ooze out the tip, and then slowly ooze down the silvery thread of pre-cum to join the first droplet.

Close to coming, Bill paused and allowed his own desires to cool before continuing, but it did not take long before he was at that peak again. Aaron was working his ass muscles in time with his motions, gripping them about his cock as he withdrew and relaxing as he lunged back in. Aaron's thin chest was heaving with exertion and desire as he gasped for breath and Bill's breathing was laboured too, and for the same reasons. Bill sucked in the heavily scented air and trembled with delight as his cock throbbed hotly up Aaron's asshole. And then he could hold back no longer, and with a shudder, he lunged forward, ramming his cock up Aaron's rectum as he erupted, filling the sixteen-year-old boy's rectum with his hot, thick cum. Feeling Bill cumming up his ass triggered Aaron's release, and the boy closed his eyes and groaned with the pleasure as his hot, teenage cum spurted out of his stiff cock and shot through the air to land on his chest just below his neck. His cock jerked violently as a second streamer shot from it, this one striking Bill's chest and hanging from his tangle of sweat-damp chest hairs.

The two shot as if they'd not come in a week, Bill filling Aaron's ass with his hot load, and Aaron spraying the two of them with his. They grasped each other and gasped for breath, the air now heavily scented with their sweat and their fresh cum, and they closed their eyes and revelled in the pleasure of their powerful climaxes. Bill's cock was numb and swollen and felt so strange surrounded by hot, moist ass, the two throbbing in unison. Aaron was as delighted as Bill, knowing how Bill had to be feeling with this being his first time, and happy that he'd been the cause of Bill's pleasure and the one to have introduced him to the delight of fucking ass.

Aaron sighed deeply and openly with the triple pleasure, the pleasure of having shot off a load, the pleasure of having had his ass fucked, and the pleasure of having brought Bill off. Bill sighed also, his stiff cock still buried up Aaron's tightly clenched ass. His visit to Anaheim had been awesome, but this was the crowning experience of the five days. It could not have been a more perfect holiday.