Of course you all know that this story is a complete work of fiction. That I have no knowlege of Aaron Carter, Jessie McCartney, or any one else's true sexuality (well, unless you count my own). Also, this story is not meant to imply anything about the true sexuality of the celebrities mentioned or any personal knowledge about their private lives. If the story makes you think otherwise, I'll take it as a compliment to my writing, but don't assume anything further. Thanks. _____________________________
Aaron's Party (Cum Get It)
"And...one, and two, and three, and four, and.... No, no, no, Aaron. That's not the way we rehearsed it at all," the dance instructor sighed. "Let's try it again, from the top."
Aaron's returned to his first position and started again.
"The Maury Povich Show!" he thought as he practiced the dance routine, "Ugh! Is this what my career has sunk to! Even worse, it's not even just an hour on me. I gotta share it with that other loser-boyband. What's their name again.... DreamStreet. They can't even get it together to get their CD out to the stores yet!"
He missed his step again. The instructor warned him that if he messed up one more time, they would give up and Aaron would just have to perform the lame-ass Iko-Iko dance during tomorrow's show.
"My heart's not in this. My head just ain't in the game....neither one of them upstairs or down," Aaron thought as he reached down to once again adjust himself in his silk boxers. The loose fitting pants that Aaron always wore, combined with the smooth, tickley feeling on his pecker did not help him keep his mind on his work. Even though he found them distracting, when something felt that good, he couldn't help but wear them.
A frustrated Aaron asked his dance instructor if he could take a half hour break. There were a few things he `needed to take care of'. With that, he pounded across the lonely rehearsal stage of the Maury Povich show toward the bathroom.
"If I have to hear one more countdown by that bitch instructor, I'm gonna kill someone," he muttered to himself as he passed the closest bathroom and headed toward a more isolated one in the back of the studio.
Aaron hated being told what to do. If it wasn't the dance instructor it was the record label, or the TV show producer, or his mother. Hell, now even his cock was demanding his attention. Aaron decided it was about time he stopped taking orders and started giving them.
He kicked open the door to the men's room, went over to the urinal on the far left, took out his dick and started beating off.
"Damn silk boxers!" he said, half joking. He hoped that by taking matters into his own hands, it would end his feelings of frustration and let him go back to being "order-taking-boy" again.
Aaron was so in the moment that he almost didn't hear the door to the bathroom open. This bothered him more, since he chose this bathroom specifically because it seemed to get the least amount of "traffic." Shaken from his revere, he quickly stood up straight and held his cock, pretending to piss even though it was way to hard to actually do it.
He glanced over to see who is urinal-neighbor was. It was one of those guys from DreamStreet. Aaron decided that they must be here today to rehearse as well, and from the looks of things it was DreamStreet's dress rehearsal. He chuckled to himself as he read the boy's name from the back of his football jersey, "Jessie McCartney".
"They're so desperate to have someone know they're alive that they print their names and the names of their band on their clothing!" Aaron thought.
Jessie looked away from his urinal to see Aaron staring at him. Righting himself, Aaron smiled his famous smile and gave Jessie the `what's-up' nod, then quickly turned away, hoping his dick would go down soon enough to let him piss.
A few seconds later, out of the corner of his eye, Aaron noticed that Jessie was still looking at him.
"This little shit's checking me out," thought Aaron as he tried to will his hard-on to go away. Then the idea hit him. It was simply math really: hard dick + sissy boy Jessie + a little sweet talk = big jizz-fest for the Golden Boy.
"Man, this is taking forever," Aaron said a little too loudly.
"Ummm, what's that," Jessie asked, not quite comfortable with the men's room conversation.
"This damn dick of mine has a mind of it's own. I gotta take a piss, but it's decided that it should go all hard. And, it's not gonna let me piss until it gets something else out of the way first," Aaron said with a slight laugh.
A joke, just a joke. Aaron decided to toss his plan out as a joke. If Jessie turned and ran, he would just say it was all for laughs. If he didn't leave, then Aaron knew that the boy was his.
Aaron's heart almost sunk when he saw Jessie turn and zip up.
Only Jessie didn't leave. Once zipped, he didn't move.
"Gotcha," Aaron thought as he pushed his hard dick into his baggy pants and zipped up too.
"Well, that was a total loss," said Aaron as he inched his way over to Jessie. "That sort of thing ever happen to you? Ever been so horny that you couldn't piss to save your life?"
As he said this, Aaron's hand reached out to Jessie's crotch. Jessie jumped, startled at the playful but strangely intimate touch.
"Whoa, calm down there, Tiger," Aaron said as he steadied Jessie. "It's just us guys here. Too bad too, cause what I need right now is a blow-job. You ever have a blow-job?" Aaron asked the stunned youth.
Jessie was speechless.
"I said, `Have you ever have a blow-job,' dude," Aaron repeated.
Jessie simply shook his head.
"You'd want one though, right?" Aaron asked.
For a moment, Jessie thought that he would faint right there. His heart was racing so fast that it felt like it would fly out of his chest. Each heartbeat traveled down his body and to the tip of his ever growing penis.
"I.... uh.... I don't think so." Jessie croaked, then after a moment added, "I'm not.... ummm... gay, you know."
"Sure you aren't," Aaron thought. "Sure...."
Aaron turned on his best charm.
"Hey.... Jessie, isn't it? Jessie, I wasn't talking about a blow-job with me. I meant one from a girl. No one said that you're gay. We're guys, you know. Guys have needs. Still, sometimes if a guy doesn't take care of those needs he could have, like, medical problems and stuff. If a guy gets really backed up and hard he could bust a capillary or worse. You don't want your dick to explode or something do you? Nah, no one would want that. A guy's gotta take care of his needs, and let's face it," he said as he leaned in and spoke in a conspiratorial tone, "there's no girls around to help us out." Aaron arched his eyebrow.
Jessie glanced around the bathroom. As he did, he wondered if he was looking for the girls Aaron said weren't there, the door so that he could leave, or for someone to interrupt him before he did something he might regret.
"I'm not taking a chance and having my dick break, dude. I'm gonna do something about it. If you want to gamble on losing `Mr. Happy'... hey, it's your funeral."
Aaron walked into the stall closest to Jessie and left the door wide open. He pretended not to notice if Jessie was still there as he pulled his shirt off and dropped his pants to his ankles. Aaron rubbed one hand across his chest, and cupped his package with the other.
Jessie thought that Aaron's chest was porcelain white and looked smooth as his boxers. Silk boxers. Jessie had never really seen them in person before, and never a pair on a guy his age. He always thought they were for older, stud-type guys, the kind with lots of girlfriends. He decided that Aaron must be more experienced that he was. Through the silk fabric, Jessie could see Aaron's cock start to grow until it almost poked through the fly. Aaron's cock strained against the single button.
Jessie realized that his mouth was hanging wide open, and Aaron reached out of the stall to close it with his hand. A devilish smile crossed Aaron's lips.
"Like I said, I'm not gonna let my dick end up broken. When it gets hard, I mean that really-super hard, you gotta take care of it. Maybe you've never had it that hard before, dude. Or, maybe you're not old enough yet, but don't say I didn't warn you."
Jessie felt strangely challenged. He was being belittled and treated like a little kid. To save face he said, "It.... ummm... feels that hard right now," Jessie stammered, "not that I'm gay or anything."
"Hey, it's cool, dude. Like I said, the thing has got a mind of its own. No one can tell it when not to be hard, you just gotta show it who's boss. You just have to be careful not to leave it like that too long. Ever hear of `blue-balls?' You leave it hard like that too long, without helping it out, and your nuts might even fall off."
"You're not serious are you?" Jessie asked.
"Would I lie to you?" Aaron responded. Why don't you go lock the bathroom door and I'll check it out for you. I'll tell you if you're so hard you're entering into `danger territory'."
Jessie waddled over to the bathroom door and turned the lock. Aaron could see the boy's dick straining against his pants as he crossed the floor. Once the door was secured Jessie returned to stand directly in front of the boxer-clad Aaron Carter.
Aaron told the boy that he'd have to remove the jersey so that he could get a good look, then he pulled Jessie's tee shirt from where it was tucked into the boy's briefs and reached under the shirt to feel his stomach. He touched the boy with the tips of his fingers, and traced them in circular motions, pretending to be conducting some sort of medical examination. Then, Aaron knelt in front of Jessie, unbuckled his belt and lowered his pants. Aaron peered at Jessie's equipment through the thin, white material of his briefs.
"What do we have here?" Aaron giggled.
Jessie involuntarily shivered a bit as he was exposed to the other boy.
Slowly, Aaron lowered Jessie's briefs.
Jessie couldn't believe the feelings he was experiencing. He could feel the sensuous heat emanating from Aaron's body against his bare legs. His dick bobbed with each heartbeat. For long moments he wasn't sure where he was or how he got there. His entire world blurred and revolved only around the four-and-one-half inches of flesh sticking away from his body.
Aaron sat within licking distance of Jessie's boy-hood. He knew that the proximity was driving Jessie wild, but he wouldn't touch it. He wouldn't give Jessie the satisfaction. Just a few more minutes of torture and he knew he would have Jessie eating out of his hand... and probably his lap. Aaron pursed his lips together and blew a soft, cold breath onto the dick of the other boy. The combination of hot and cold produced goosebumps on Jessie's penis and sent chills up and down his spine.
Aaron sat back on his heels and smiled. He knew he had Jessie right where he wanted him.
"Looks like you're right. Your cock is so hard it could be at that danger stage," Aaron said, "If I were you, I'd do something to fix that and quick."
Aaron stood up and started to pull up his pants, pretending to prepare to leave. Jessie felt like a runaway train suddenly slamming into a wall. He knew that he had to do something. His body screamed out for action, as his mind thought of the possibility of an actual medical emergency if he didn't.
"W-w-w-will you do it?" Jessie stuttered.
"Do what," Aaron asked, knowing full well the answer."
"Will you...you know."
"Say it, Jessie. I want to hear you say the words."
"Will you.... give me a blow-job," Jessie said. The words caught in his throat. He couldn't believe they were coming out of his mouth. He was going wild, almost crying with embarrassment, lust and need now. His heart sunk as Aaron answered.
"Only if you give me one first. After all, I was hard l-o-n-g before you were."
Aaron stared the boy down, never breaking eye contact. He could see a slight nod of acceptance from Jessie. He then put his hands on Jessie's shoulders and gently directed the boy to his knees. The tables had turned, and now Jessie sat there staring at Aaron's bouncing boxers.
Jessie reached up to pull away the fabric, but Aaron stopped him.
"No," he said, "Not with your hands."
Aaron gently held the other boy's wrists, preventing him from using them. Jessie was dumbfounded for a moment, then an idea dawned on him. He leaned forward and grabbed the waistband with his teeth. He pulled outward and halfway down Aaron's crotch, his lips brushing against the faint traces of Aaron's newly grown pubic hair. Jessie had to wiggle his head side to side to pull the seemingly ever-shrinking boxers down fully. As he did, Aaron's dick bounded out and smacked him in the face.
As he knelt there, staring at Aaron, he could feel the continued stirring in his own dick, knowing that it was even harder now than when Aaron had `inspected' it. He wanted to reach down and touch his cock, but Aaron still held his wrists tight.
"Suck my dick," Aaron ordered.
The moment his tongue touched Aaron's cock, he was shaken by convulsions. The boy had never had any experiences beyond a solo jack-off. Still, the intense urge helped him find the strength to go on. His tongue tentatively explored the foreign terrain. It was strange, sort of warm and hard yet rubbery and leathery. He licked the cock up and down until it was glistening in the harsh florescent lights of the bathroom. Then, with some not-so-gentle pushing on his head, Jessie moved further down to lick at Aaron's balls.
Aaron had released Jessie's wrists long ago, but Jessie was scarcely aware of it. He concentrated at the task at hand. His hands mindlessly rubbed up and down Aaron's slim legs. Aaron pulled Jessie back up from his balls by his ears and positioned his mouth over his cock. Jessie was careful not to use his teeth, and Aaron had to admit to himself that Jessie seemed to be an expert cock-gobbler, for an amateur. The bathroom echoed with the sounds of Aaron's heavy breathing and the subtle sucking sounds emitted by Jessie.
"Grab my butt, and tickle my nuts, Aaron ordered, as he closed his eyes and let his head roll back. "That's it suck me hard!"
Jessie exerted an almost vacuum like sucking force on Aaron's dick. Aaron decided to help out the little guy and began thrusting into Jessie's mouth, slightly at first then growing more and more forceful. Finally, Aaron just pumped away, his cock looking like a jack hammer. After several minutes Aaron let out a deep moan that echoed through the bathroom. As he looked down, he could almost see the cum moving through his thickened dick and filling Jessie's mouth. Aaron held his hands steady on the back of the inexperienced boy's head, keeping him fully locked onto his dick. Jessie's cheeks bulged out as he tried to keep up with the gusher, but a few drops escaped running down his chin. Aaron petted the back of Jessie's head and a smile crossed his face.
"Don't swallow," Aaron ordered, "keep it in your mouth for a second."
Aaron held him in place until he finished spurting, then withdrew his now soft dick. All of his energy gone, he dropped and landed on his knees beside Jessie.
Both boys gasped trying to catch their breath, each staring into the other's eyes. A bead of sweat dribbled down Aaron's forehead. Jessie's hair was a tangled mess.
Aaron was shocked to see the adam's apple on Jessie's smooth neck move up and down as the boy swallowed every drop.
Jessie looked at Aaron with a messy smile and said, "Now it's my turn....please."
______________________________ That's not the end of the story. email me at goldenboy_twelve@hotmail.com for a link to part two or check back soon for an update.