This is a story containing sexual acts between consenting males. If you are underage, or if this material is in any way illegal where you live, turn back now! This story is, in its entirety, a fantasy, a fairy tale, a work of FICTION. While the characters do exist, this FICTITIOUS work is in no way meant to imply anything about the actual sexual orientation of the characters. Aaron Carter and any people in his immediate universe, and any mentioned celebrity for that matter are, unless we are told otherwise, real-life heterosexuals. Sorry, guys! :) Enjoy the story!
Airboy Chats It Up by Tony Idolatry
Aaron Carter's growing young prick stood at attention, proud and hard as steel in his tight Jockey briefs. Aaron's 1000-watt smile lit up as soon as he felt his dick come to life. He reached down to massage his shaft through the moistening cotton. The grown-up pleasures of his recent foray into puberty still made Aaron squirm in ecstatic surprise. His lips pursed as he squeezed his tubesteak harder, a satisfied giggle escaping, not in the high-pitched tone of his childhood, but in the deeper, breaking timbre of adolescence. The beautiful blond boy was becoming a gorgeous young man.
Aaron was laying on his bed, clad only in those Jockeys, in his second floor bedroom of his family's palatial home in Orlando. The Carter estate was just about as close to a mansion as you can get without completely losing the appearance of a typical American house. Nothing was extravagant, but everything was huge. The driveway was huge. The cars were huge. The pool was huge. Guess what? Every room was huge, too, and Aaron's plush bedroom was no exception. Aaron stretched his legs out now, feeling his dick strain to its breaking point along with his feet. He continued smiling as he looked around the room and thought how his brother Nick had brought the family all of these riches, and how soon, Aaron himself would become the main bread winner. He was sure of it. His new album was an impressive freshman hit, and the girls couldn't get enough of him. God knows that combination of sales and sex worked wonders for Nick.
Thing was, unlike his skirt-chasing brother, who seemed to chill with a new girl every weekend, Aaron was starting to come to grips with the fact that he craved male flesh. This was a very tough thing for a junior high-schooler to admit to himself, let alone one that had young girls all over the world in a trance, but Aaron couldn't help but understand and enjoy his sexuality. He watched his male backup dancers shake their stuff when he was out on tour, the way their tight asses moved in their plastered-on blue jeans, and the way every toned, bulging muscle in their chests and arms would react to his music, and it made the boy feel so powerful, so emotionally and physically erect, that he had to dash back to his dressing room to jerk off a desperate load of young jism before returning to meet his fans. Lately, Aaron had tried to throw a little more sexual energy into his own dancing, hoping that somehow, the guys behind him would get as turned on as he was. So far, there was no sign that it was working.
Not that Aaron Carter could be discouraged. Photographers for his latest photo shoots were always pleasantly surprised by their young subject's willingness to take off more and more of his clothes, to tease his audience of young readers. What they didn't know was that Aaron sort of viewed those photos as messages in a bottle, SOS calls to any gay teen hotties that might be perusing that particular magazine. The message, partially hidden behind that innocuous, gleaming grin and puppy dog brown eyes, was urgent: Help! Need cock now! Preferably long and thick. All applications considered!
Now, as Aaron fondled himself on his queen-sized bed with the bright yellow spread, he thought of ways he could speed up his chances of getting off with another guy. He slipped his underwear down to his knees and groaned "Yeah" as his thick five inches of boy meat snapped up and flopped against his firm stomach. Aaron began to jack himself slowly, running his right hand repeatedly over his oozing cockhead. From the Internet, he had learned that most guys flail up and down on their dick shafts, but Aaron preferred concentrating pressure right on his sensitive glans. A youngster's threshold for pleasure is remarkable.
Aaron could still remember his first orgasm, six months ago. He had been watching Access Hollywood, which followed up a story on the Backstreet Boys with a behind-the-scenes look at the making of the 2001 Chippendale's calendar. Aaron calmly excused himself from the living room and discarded his clothes once he was behind his locked bedroom door like they were on fire. After watching those sculpted exotic dancers pose on beds and beaches, Aaron didn't have to do much to himself. A few minutes of hand-on-cock action brought on the most intense feeling he'd ever known. He never even imagined anything could feel so wonderful. Once, when he was nine, Aaron walked on in Nick as he got a blowjob from a female fan. He really didn't understand what was going on back then, but even now, an older, wiser Aaron couldn't fathom that a blowjob could feel any better than the orgasms he gave himself. If it did, Aaron wanted to find out. Soon.
Aaron's bedside digital clock blinked 11 p.m. A glimmer of Florida moonlight shone through the boy's open window, a cool October breeze and a light shade of silver enveloping the masturbating musician.
The sprawling house was quiet, with both of Aaron's parents out of town and Nick sound asleep, preparing for a morning flight to London to do some more blasted publicity appearances. The business of running the house had therefore fallen to the maid, Belinda, who had left hours ago, and the live-in butler, Walson, an aging British man cut from the classic cloth of royal servants past. Aaron found him to be the most boring man on the face of the earth, but he sure could tidy up a chaotic bedroom mighty quick.
Aaron moved his left hand from his warm, hairless balls down to his golden asscheeks. He slowly dug inwards until he felt his index finger bump against his tiny anus. Aaron took a deep, nervous breath and pushed through, wiggling the finger around once it was an inch or two inside his rump ring. He pushed deeper and jerked himself harder, thoroughly enjoying the fiery pleasure of an anal invasion. He pushed his lower body upwards with his feet, allowing his hand easier access to his rear. As Aaron rolled his head to the right, lost in the moment, he saw the moon reflecting off his desktop computer monitor.
"Hellllllll yeah," he groaned. He suddenly withdrew from his asshole with a squishy "pop" and rose from the bed. Aaron kicked off the Jockeys clinging to his ankles. His erection waved stubbornly in front of him as went to sit down in front of the computer. Aaron turned the power on as he sat down, a rush of bright blue and white illuminating his naked body. It was his wallpaper design, a picture of himself, of course, wearing an undershirt and turquoise vinyl pants. The photo would appear in magazines in November. Aaron was quite proud of the session, but then again, Aaron was pretty damn proud of everything Aaron-related.
With a few deliberate keystrokes, Aaron connected to the Internet and zoomed towards a Web chat community he had stumbled across a few weeks earlier. He was not much for cyberchatting, mainly because of his age. It seemed everyone he would talk to always shot down his underdeveloped ideas, as if they could see he was only a young boy.
But this particular chat site appealed very much to Aaron's craving. It had seemingly hundreds of different gay-themed chat rooms. Aaron had gone from room to room on several nights, "QueerNYC" to "BigCockClub" to "TwinkTeens" and many more, savoring the chance to see people just like him interact, and sometimes, though not often enough, get nasty. The things these verbal exhibitionists would say to each other in the open chat rooms, things about sucking and fucking and what they were doing with their hands right then, what they WOULD do with their hands and cocks if they were actually in the same room together, drove Aaron's mind and dick up a wall. Last weekend he had gotten too out of control while reading one such erotic exchange. Two spurts of his hot cream shot up onto the screen itself, leaving Aaron with one of the few clean-up jobs he couldn't call Walson for.
Aaron had gotten the feeling, however, that most of the REALLY hot talk took place when two chatters left the open room and talked privately, one-on-one. He had been too nervous to offer himself up for private partners on previous nights, but tonight he was so horny, so sure that he could say enough filthy things to rival the fastest talking cocksucker in the land, that Aaron just knew: tonight was the night. He would be a virgin no more, at least in a very limited sense.
Aaron signed in as "Airboy". It was known to be his nickname by some fans but Aaron figured it was a common enough Internet nick not to draw any suspicion. He clicked on a chat room he had so desperately wanted to enter in the past, but for some reason was too timid to do so, even as an innocent bystander. Not anymore. Click. "GayOrlando".
Aaron surveyed the room: 9 other chatters. Not much going on. Nothing at all, actually. Aaron was dead set on changing that. He typed as fast as he could with his left hand and stroked his throbbing shaft with the right. He just couldn't pry his hand away. This was way too hot. Just as Aaron finished typing, a nervous shiver wracked his diminutive body. Goosebumps broke out across his arms and around his dime-sized nipples. It even felt like his short blond hair was standing on end. No! Aaron would not chicken out again. He wanted a guy to make him cum, damn it! He pressed the enter key, sat back, stroked and waited. His to-the-point greeting appeared in the room's previously empty white space:
Anyone want to cyber?
Aaron didn't really find the invitation sexy, but he had seen many other chatters use it successfully. This time, though, nothing was happening. The others seemed to sit back and ever-so-slowly digest the question, while Aaron was left to wait and wait, almost breathless. He moved towards the edge of his red leather computer chair, pawing at his dry cock and occasionally tweaking his stiff nips. What luck. Wasn't ANYBODY out there horny?
Hi.
Yes! Of course the answer was yes! The "Hi" had popped up in a private chat window! Aaron put his right fingers between his lips to gather up a little saliva for the jerking to come. He could taste a slight bit of his own musk from the earlier fingering as he typed eagerly with his left hand again.
Hey! Horny?
There was an inexplicably long pause. Aaron wondered if he somehow scared the guy off.
Uh huh.
What are you, Aaron Carter for Halloween? :)
Aaron gasped as soon as he saw the message in the second pop-up window. He shook his head in disappointment. Obviously he had it coming. Stupid! Why didn't he just sign in with a completely crazy nick like "CockyCarl" or something? Rats.
But then, as devious young boys tend to do, Aaron thought the whole thing over and turned from utterly defeated to completely invincible in a microsecond. What was wrong with playing along? With a smirk and a tireless hard-on, Aaron abruptly closed the boring first chat window and focused on typing in the second.
Yea, something like that. ;)
Cool. Really, are u a fan of his?
He's not bad.
I think he's so fucking sexy.
Aaron gasped again before giggling. He had never felt this powerful before. This had to be a dream, right? He was dreaming. Had to be. This couldn't be more perfect. Aaron called on all his manipulation skills to keep this going. He'd show those other assholes who could play who. Just a little boy? Bite me.
Well then that's my Halloween costume for sure. :)
LOL. Wanna jack off with me or what?
Hell yeah.
Alright! 22, 6'9", 165 lb, brown hair, brown eyes, 8" cut. You?
12 (going on 13), 4'5", 90 lb, blond hair, brown eyes, 5" cut.
No, come on man! Really.
Hey, trick or treat dude! That's my story. Am I really sexy? ;)
Aaron couldn't quite contain his laughter. Nick's sleep just down the hall was fragile, and Walson might be walking around. But this was so fucking awesome! Aaron lifted his butt off the chair and gave himself a good hard spank to stop the laughs. Somehow, it worked. Somehow, it made his cock jump again.
Yea, alright, I'll bite. You're crazy, but yea, you're sexy.
I just jerked off for the first time last week. It was way cool. All I had to do was think about Nick until I came.
Oooooooh such a bad little boy. You want your brother's cock, huh?
Why not? He's a sexy guy too, isn't he?
Very sexy. My cock just got hard thinking about him.
Well now think about me sucking his cock.
Mmmmmmmm
Aaron really didn't think about Nick that way. He had seen a few stories about the two of them fucking when he surfed the Web. Ugh! Nick was his brother! But he knew stuff like this got some guys off good and hard. Just knowing that this idea was making this strange guy go gaga made Aaron need to rock his own cock again. He started flailing away, his right hand sliding up and down all five inches at breakneck speed. Suddenly, Aaron really liked this technique.
You like that idea, man? My little boy face sucking my brother's big man meat?
Your cute baby face was meant to ride a cock. Are you naked?
Mmm hmm. You?
Buck nekkid and jerking.
Mmmmmmmm. Naked college boy with a big stick. :)
College graduate, thank you very much.
Whatever. Eight inches, huh? Ever get blown by a teen idol?
Well, once I fucked a guy who plays Donald Duck at Epcot on weekends, but I think he's more of a pre-school idol. ;)
You're funny J. You should be a comedian. The question is, are you horny?
Sorry.
Aaron was in heaven. This wise ass was eating out of his hand. Now all he had to do was go in for the kill.
Do you want me to swallow your dick J?
No. I want to swallow yours.
Oh? Go on. What would you do to me if you had the chance?
Well, I'd probably take you out to my pool.
Let's use mine. It's bigger.
:) Alright, fine, your pool. You're wearing a pair of bright blue swim trunks and I'm wearing absolutely nothing.
Wow, that IS a big dick. And those muscles! It makes me so hot!
You like guys with muscles?
Are you kidding? I want to lick your body like a lollipop all fucking day!
Well you can do that later. Right now I jump into the pool and stand halfway out of the water so you can see my wet chest and arms.
Mmmmmmmm I like.
I'm really getting turned on too, looking at your hot little body and that bulge in your trunks, so I wade over to the edge of the pool and tell you to get naked on climb on my broad shoulders.
I turn around and tease you slowly. You get to see my sweet ass before my sweeter cock.
How sweet is it?
Oh baby, you could brush your teeth every night and still get cavities.
:)----->
I stroke my wand for you a few times. Hard thick boy cock. You can see it, can't you? Look at my face, licking my lips. I can't wait for you to eat it.
Climb on baby. Throw your legs over my shoulders and stick that pretty cock right in my fucking face.
Typing REALLY slowly now, Aaron was frantically trying to find a balance between hard, feverish masturbation, and slow, gentle milking. He didn't want the conversation to end too soon, but at the same time he was blown away. This is what he wanted to hear all along from another guy. He had never been so turned on, not even in the crowded, flesh-filled dressing room of the Kids Choice Awards.
Mmmmmmmmm yeah, I'm grinding my tasty boy crotch against your lips. Can you smell it, man? Can you taste it?
Hold still so I can swallow this beautiful dick. Ohhhhhhh fuck.
Whoa, your lips are cold against my tasty hot dog. I can feel your tongue slithering down, inch by inch. My stiffy getting even stiffer between your cheeks. Oh god damn, you suck cock so good baby.
Mmmmm hold onto my head, little boy. Pump that stick down my throat. SLLLLLLLLURP!!!
AARGH! RUFF! RUFF! You like that, huh? You're turning me into a fucking animal with this blowjob! Look at how my pretty legs wrap around your neck as I fuck your face. Look up at my eyes. Look at how nuts you're making me! Suck me hard! HARDER!
Aaron was on the edge now. He couldn't help it. He could see it all so clearly, the blazing sun, the pristine blue pool, and this adonis holding Aaron's tiny body high above the water as he devoured every last bit of the boy's throbbing peter. Aaron took the opportunity to stick a finger up his rear every time he didn't have to type. He flung one leg up onto his computer desk to give himself a feeling of riding SOMETHING. Sweat gleamed against the nape of his neck. His entire body was flustered with the red glow of sex.
(spits on your balls and slaps your tight buns)
Yea, work those balls dude. Taste those Aaron Carter balls. I can feel my juice boiling under your tongue.
I want that juice, Aaron. It all tastes sooooo good, you fucking hunk. I want you to cum all over my mouth.
Soon enough, slut. OH FUCK! Real fuckin soon, you big strong cum slut!
That's right, I am your slut. All YOURS Aaron. Let me choke on that dick some more. Mmmmmmmmmmmgrrrghhhh
Mmmm hmmmmmmmmmyesssssss
(pokes a finger into your nasty asshole)
Aaron managed to jam his entire index finger up his own butt when he saw that fingering action appear on screen. Something deep inside of him responded. It was time to nut.
AHHHHHHHHHH! I'm gonna shoot it in your mouth!!!!!
Mmmmmmmmm fuck I'm hungry for that load. Give it to daddy.
Oh CHRIST! I'm cumming motherfucker! I'm......feeding.....it down your........fuckin throoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo
Aaron's finger stuck to the key as his cock erupted, his steaming goo flying from his slit and covering his quivering chest and abs.
Oh yes, Aaron! Yes! I'm shooting my wad too!
One splooge rocket slammed against Aaron's shoulder. Another shot right past his ear. Aaron laughed weakly as he heard it splatter against his bedspread.
I'm aiming my cock out of the pool so I can shoot it against your pretty heiny. UGH! I'm there! UGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG YEAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!
Aaron had crossed into another dimension of ecstasy. He massaged his shrinking cock until he was sure every drop of cum had been spent. He slowly took his leg off the desk and removed the finger from his tight pucker, which had expanded and contracted wildly against his thrusts during the earth-shattering orgasm. Aaron's eyes glazed over naughtily. He brought the finger to his lips and licked at it lightly, tasting his own delicious booty yet again.
Fuck fuck fuck YES! You feel that cum all over your ass, Aaron? Scoop that up and taste a real man's load, baby boy.
Aaron eventually became aware of his chat partner's shared climax. He followed the command as well as he could, dabbing some of his own cum onto his wet finger and tasting that as well, a primal sexual flavor coating his young taste buds now. He shook his head in disbelief, a drop or two of sweat falling from his short blond mop to the floor. Fulfilled and thankful, Aaron tried to return his hazy focus to the keyboard.
You taste like someone I'd want up my ass J. Shame you couldn't hold out for a little rump riding, but I'm QUITE satisfied. :)
Oh holy shit, same here, "Aaron". Hehe. I wish I could still get a piece of that hot hole. Maybe a rain check? Sometime soon?
Abso-fucking-lutely. You know where to find me. 156 Holman Lane. ;)
I'll be there in half an hour. :) Bye for now, sexy.
Hehe. Later J. :)
Aaron went through the motions of turning off his computer very slowly, unable to shake his feeling of utter relaxation. Just the experience of getting off from another man's words, such wonderful, filthy words, and just knowing that another man wanted him, Aaron Carter that badly and shot a big load just from a fantasy of sucking his cock was more than enough to warrant the big dopey smile on the boy's face. He hoped this stupor would never end. All was so amazingly right with his life, and being gay and............WAIT JUST ONE FUCKING MINUTE!!
The nude, cum-covered teen heartthrob suddenly threw his handy roll of toilet paper to the ground and fell like a rock onto his bed, as if his brain had been smacked by a shovel. Did he actually SAY 156 Holman Lane to that guy? Holy shit! He did, didn't he? He gave out his REAL address to an Internet pervert! Why? Why why why, you stupid little kid, WHY? Aaron slapped himself across the face four times. His breathing sped up. The stupor was most definitely out of his system.
Why, he asked himself over and over again. He tried to wipe himself off with the paper again, but his small fingers trembled, this time from a very different kind of boner. That the Carters lived at 156 Holman was common knowledge in the immediate neighborhood. The neighbors would sometimes bring their friends by for a quick celebrity encounter, or simply honk their horn as they drove by the huge house. It was all perfectly innocent. The knowledge extended to some other residents of the city, but it certainly wasn't a well-known Florida fun fact or anything. In his post-jackoff high, Aaron had simply assumed that EVERYONE in Orlando knew his address. At the very least, anyone who knew who he was, any Orlando fan, would know that little tidbit. Right? It was only supposed to be a joke. Wasn't it obvious? He had winked! This guy knew he wasn't talking to Aaron Carter. Or at least he THOUGHT he knew that, because this WAS Aaron, god damn it! And now, if this guy didn't get the joke, didn't understand that there wasn't another adult male waiting at 156 Holman for some actual gay sex, then he would be arriving to have that sex in THIRTY FUCKING MINUTES!!
The next thousand seconds were about as nerve-wracking as any period of time can be for a teenager. Aaron went to the bathroom to clean himself quickly but thoroughly. He dashed back to his room. He HAD planned to burrow under the covers and enter dreamland. Not anymore. Not by a longshot. He turned on his desk lamp and carefully dressed in a casual but complete outfit: orange tee-shirt, red jeans, a pair of hi-tops, and a silver necklace which held his lucky charm, a musical note made from pure platinum. He would certainly need luck by his side on this night.
Aaron's brain never stopped processing the situation for a single instant. He had quickly come to the decision that should the stranger actually arrive on his doorstep, he had to handle it himself or risk the revelation of a career-destroying scandal. If the stranger appeared dangerous, then perhaps Aaron would have no choice but to inform others of the impending problem. In that case, the scandal would be unavoidable. It would certainly be preferable to being a murdered teen idol, but death was just about the only scenario Aaron saw as more disastrous than this chat session becoming public. Heady stuff for a kid to contemplate, but Aaron had made his bed by whispering not-so-sweet little nothings into a grown man's ear. Now, ready or not, he had to lie in it.
Aaron pulled the computer chair over to his window, overlooking the wide circular driveway and rock garden. The accompanying fountain was not spraying water into the cool air at this late hour. The chair was still wet from sweat and another absorbed fluid. Aaron chuckled, longing for those innocent moments of sexual euphoria again. As he surveyed the driveway, part of him wished his mother used a gate system for added security, but in a way, that might make the situation worse. If the stranger were to show up, only to see a locked gate and the Carter family home, boom. Scandal out. Life over. At least now, there was a chance, a very slim chance, that meeting Aaron would be enough to smooth this extremely large wrinkle.
Aaron sat and stared into the mysterious night. His heart skipped every time a car approached the house, only to drive on down the street. As the minutes passed, another wonderful possibility became more and more likely: the guy knew it was a joke. Or he just didn't give a shit. After all, he was in an orgasmic fog too, wasn't he?
Apparently not.
The hum of the approaching motor softened, then became louder than ever as the car accelerated, turning left into the driveway. It was a large red automobile, rough around the edges, maybe a Caddy or a Lincoln from some years back. Aaron's eyes widened, the shock of it all finally hitting him full force. He stepped back from the window seat, not wanting to be seen before he could see his visitor. Quickly drawing the curtains to leave only a peephole space, Aaron strained to see the driver's face. The car's headlights appeared crooked. They pointed far too upward, blinding Aaron momentarily. Once the car approached the part of the driveway circle that ran alongside the house, Aaron could finally see the man behind the wheel. To his surprise and quite limited delight, the guy was everything his self-profile had claimed. He was a very youthful 22 years old. His short brown hair did not obscure his delicate facial features. The stunned appearance of his deep, expressive brown eyes revealed obvious amazement at the size of the house. He was wearing a white muscle shirt. Those arms. Those shoulders. Aaron honestly couldn't believe it. They were exactly as strong as he had envisioned.
Aaron couldn't sit and wait for the car to stop. The gorgeous stranger would be at the door any second now. He HAD to get there before Walson. He bolted out of his room and down the hall to the main stairway. Aaron nervously slid down the long stairway banister towards the front door. He hadn't made that slide in three years, but it was still the fastest ride the house could offer.
He had just sprung to his feet on terra firma when the first knock came on the door. Jesus! Knocking at...11:57! Aaron wanted more time to compose himself and come up with a battle plan, but he could not let the commotion continue. He quickly flung the door open, revealing the stranger, his fist still in mid-knock, his mouth agape.
"Jeeeeeeeeeesus," the stranger exclaimed, totally dumbfounded at the sight of Aaron. His voice was very deep and seemed appropriate, for he was a very tall, toned twentysomething. "Spank my goat and call me Harry." Aaron cocked his head and rolled his eyes at the odd phrase. Despite the awkward situation, he still knew a starstruck man when he saw one.
"Ohhhhhhkay then, Harry," Aaron said, letting out a nervous chuckle as he opened the door just a smidgen wider. "I'm Aaron."
"Yea, Airboy," the man remembered with a dopey nod, until he finally seemed to snap back into reality. "No, wait, I'm not Harry. Harry! I don't know what that was, really. My name is...."
"Whoooooooo," the drawn-out British voice from behind Aaron asked, "is this young man, Master Aaron?"
Aaron had to think quickly. It was make or break time, and at least at this point, Harry, or whatever his name was, didn't seem homicidal. He didn't even seem coherent. Here went nothing.
"This," Aaron said with a beaming smile to Walson, "is Terry Lewis." The boy quickly shot a wink at his handsome stranger, then went to stand beside him, looking like a bright explosion next to the man's black vinyl gym pants and black dress shoes. Aaron attempted to pat him on the shoulder -- the very shoulder he was cyber-riding poolside half an hour ago -- but couldn't quite reach high enough. "Don't you know Terry Lewis, Walson?"
"No, sir." The hopelessly unhip Brit seemed genuinely sorry that he didn't recognize the man.
"Sure," Aaron encouraged, "Terry Lewis. He's only one of the biggest producers in music today. He's done a lot of great work with Jimmy Jam."
"Jimmy............Jam, sir?"
"Now you've got it, Walson, old boy," Aaron chided. "I called Terry over tonight to talk about my next album for....an hour...or so, right, Ter?"
The handsome stranger smiled and nodded quite naturally. Maybe there was hope for this musclebound Frankenstein yet, Aaron thought. He reached for the stranger's hand, finding a firm but comforting grasp, and together the pair scooted past a satisfied Walson and up the stairs towards Aaron's room. The teenager couldn't believe this was happening. He just couldn't. And as much as he couldn't imagine being aroused at a time like this, holding the hand of a bonafide hunk like this made his pulse race just a little faster.
"Jason," the man whispered to Aaron as they ascended, finally completing his introduction. "I'm a fan."
"Trust me, Jason, that's obvious." The two reached the top of the stairs. "I guess it's also obvious that earlier......well, let's just say the feeling is mutual."
Jason smiled at the very unexpected compliment. "Yea, I guess it WAS fun, wasn't it?" Aaron tried but couldn't stop himself from nodding and grinning slyly as he looked away from Jason and down towards the carpet. The man was simply prime beefcake. Even his beaming, remarkably innocent smile melted the young boy's resistance.
"Hey," Jason said, still in a very low tone that understood the house's close quarters, "I realize I'm not a music expert or anything, but isn't Terry Lewis BLACK?"
Aaron laughed uncontrollably. They had reached the door to his room. He brought a shushing finger to his own lips as he opened the door, even though it was he who needed to quiet down. It was so cool that this hot guy almost twice his age was able to play along and understand Aaron's little lies so well, yet not treat him like some stupid little kid. It was almost like he had some respect for the kid's cunning. It's about fucking time, Aaron thought.
Aaron turned on the bright overhead light and walked about four feet into his spacious room, turned, and flung his arms outward, inviting Jason to take a good look-see. Look at the room. Look at the view. Look at ME, baby. Jason did drink it ALL in with a cautious bemusement, edging into the room almost inch by inch until anxious Aaron was finally able to close and lock the door behind them. He circled giddily around Jason's muscular thighs and over to the bed, where he sat down facing the man and pointed behind him.
"That's a picture of Nick and me at the White House," he said.
"I see," Jason said, nodding incredulously. Aaron pointed to the framed drawing of a happy family above the window.
"That's our family portrait. Peter Max came especially to the house to draw it. My parents told me he's....."
"A well-known artist. Yes, I know," Jason said gently. Aaron decided to get to the point with all the pointing. He motioned towards the empty computer chair, a wet spot on the seat edge still evident in the harsh light.
"That's what you did to me earlier," Aaron said, almost in awe.
"Now THAT, I can relate to," Jason said with a hearty laugh that went silent as soon as he saw Aaron's reminiscing expression wasn't changing. Jason suddenly flicked the overhead light off again, leaving the softer desk lamp as the room's only illumination. He pointed to the chair meekly. "Mind if I sit in it?"
"No," Aaron said, almost in a whisper. "You might get a stain on your pants, though."
"I realize that," Jason said with a grin as he sat down to face Aaron with a quick movement. "I'll just have to remember never to wash them."
Aaron smiled back. The lamp left Jason's face in strong light and Aaron shrouded in a slight shadow. It comforted the boy, allowing him to get a good look at Jason with a feeling of anonymity, even though Jason was staring right back. Jason's fairly massive body seemed relaxed, quite content with being somewhat of an anatomy lesson for Aaron. Aaron practically drooled over Jason's arms. They seemed to strangle the thin white straps of the man's muscle shirt, trying to make the clothing disappear into a canyon of pumped flesh.
"You're pretty smart for your age," Jason suddenly remarked. Aaron blushed.
"You're pretty hot for 22."
"19."
"What?! But you said...."
"I know what I said," Jason sighed, shaking his head. "I just didn't want any of those chat room guys to think I was too young."
Aaron laughed, loud and long. This one couldn't be stopped. He eventually buried his face in the pillow to muffle the delighted squeals of his breaking voice. Jason took a moment to admire Aaron's contorted young rear, nicely encased in the red jeans, before attempting to regain his credibility.
"It's not THAT funny."
"Oh, COME ON," Aaron shouted, bolting upright again. "It's fucking hilarious! I mean, hello? Do I look old to you?"
"You said this was your Halloween costume!"
"Well, TRICK, it wasn't, and TREAT, not only do you know I like guys, but you are the only man in my bedroom with me at this particular moment, are you not?" Aaron let the question linger, then slowly brought a finger to his wet lips and teasingly swished it back and forth.
"You can't be serious," Jason said. It stung Aaron for a moment. He WAS serious. He was serious about seducing a college-age guy and he hadn't even realized it. He put his finger away and cooled down for a moment, returning to a silent observation of Jason.
"Where'd you get that from?" he asked, pointing to a small pink scar line above the muscle man's right eyebrow.
"In the gym. My sparring partner was playing dirty."
"You box?"
"I'm just an amateur."
"That is SO awesome!" It was Jason's turn to blush. He smiled and made a "get outta here" wave with his hand, but Aaron's admiration remained. "I love boxing. Roy Jones is my favorite fighter. I went to see a couple of his fights."
"Wow," Jason said, happy for the bond. "Aren't you a little young to watch something that rough?"
"That's nothing," Aaron said matter-of-factly. "You should see those crazy European girls swat each other by the stage at my concerts. Ole' Roy would have his hands full, that's for sure."
The two laughed for a long time on that one, Aaron's boyish giggles and Jason's deeper chortles seeming to intertwine in midair and form a seamless duet. Just for a moment, the gap between the two seemed to vanish. They glanced each other over again, each slowly nodding. Jason's eyes seemed to contain endless appreciation, while Aaron's countered with admiration. It didn't take long for the focus to get physical once again. Jason could see a small stiffness poking from Aaron's lap, and it caused him to get hard as well, his large cock's excitement becoming very evident beneath the tight black fabric.
"I can understand why those girls get so crazy," Jason said smokily.
"You're not wearing a cup, are you?" Aaron asked the obvious, his eyes practically glued to his visitor's expanding lap.
"No. You're not planning on hitting below the belt, are you?"
Aaron smiled devilishly. "In a manner of speaking," he cooed. Instinct took over. Aaron kneeled forward and leaned in, Jason wheeled forward and leaned out, and the pair's lips met, perfectly, breathlessly. Aaron felt the ruddiness of Jason's lips, mature but still amazingly soft considering the many unwelcome jabs that had probably been planted on this kisser. Aaron felt Jason pressing even harder against his own mouth. His pillowed pink lips widened, and felt Jason's tongue press against his clenched teeth. They remained like this for a moment, massaging each others lips while grinding against each others pearly whites. It felt so innately intimate. Finally, Jason gave way and Aaron suddenly found his tongue inside the hot young boxer's mouth. His boy dick swelled to its absolute breaking point as he thought of how naughty he was being right then, tasting the inside of this strange hunk's mouth, slapping his tongue against Jason's gums and tonsils, and leaving a saliva trail behind when he finally broke the smooch.
"I was a little unsure about this," Jason said, wiping his mouth between labored breaths, "but now I'm wondering if you could somehow want this more than I do."
"Don't wonder," Aaron replied swiftly. He leaned back and took his orange shirt off to reveal his tanned young physique, while the necklace bounced up and the charm boinked him squarely on the nose. Jason smiled and reached out to soothingly finger the top of Aaron's flushed little honker. The boy recovered instantly, tossing the shirt onto the floor and leaning into the light again. "Just kiss me, Jason."
Jason did just that, cradling Aaron's soft cheeks as he kissed all over that angelic face, from his forehead, to his recuperating nose, to those sweet lips again, and down to his chiseled chin. Aaron almost felt like he was getting licked by a pet, but this was a much more welcome beast. Jason used his tongue now inside Aaron's mouth, savoring the taste of a horny adolescent boy, seemingly a mixture of vanilla, blueberries, peanut butter and, well, nut butter from earlier. Jason blew gently down Aaron's throat as the two locked lips, Aaron floored by the warm sensations extending down his neck.
Aaron grabbed onto Jason's shirt straps, as if to rescue them from the athlete's biceps, but he quickly let go to feel those very biceps, amazed at the way each square inch of moist muscle mass seemed to throb and pop under his touch. Jason broke his kiss and smiled at Aaron's obvious interest in his exceptional physique. Aaron grabbed at the shirt again as Jason leaned back. Their eyes met, Aaron's small brown pupils focused but pleading. Jason nodded. Aaron grinned from ear to ear and pulled with all his might on the flimsy fabric. Jason pushed out with his pecs to speed things along, and in a few seconds, a tremendous "RRRRRRRRRIP!" shot through the room. Aaron looked like a kid on Christmas morning, glaring down at Jason's large, erect ruby red nipples, weighty pecs and perfectly defined six-pac abs and wondering which of these desperately desired presents he should devour first.
"Better not rip my pants," Jason said, smiling up at the thrilled young boy. "I'll have to go home naked."
"Nah," Aaron said. "You just won't be able to leave. Mind spending the rest of your life in this room?"
Jason pointed to the large TV mounted against the room's far wall. "Why not? You've got cable, right?"
Aaron grinned cockily before hopping off the bed and kneeling on the floor. He moved in quickly to lap at Jason's hard left nip. In a blur of lust he battered the nubbin with his hot pink tongue, drawing up as much saliva as he could to give Jason that incredible feeling of warm, wet suction. He looked up at Jason as he moved from one nipple to the other, just to make sure he was turning him on. Aaron guessed that the three times Jason moaned and rolled his eyes back were good signs. The boy laughed and bit down playfully into the nipple. Jason groaned and threw his hands back far enough to slam into the wall behind him.
Aaron started getting frisky with his hands, running them down Jason's sides and then over, around, and across his chiseled abs. Aaron felt his own cock beg for attention as he traced the firm lines of muscle with his tiny fingers.
"You're so goddamn HOT," Aaron shrieked, sounding like one of his own fans and panting from hardly ever taking his mouth off of Jason's chest.
"You should see the view from here," Jason countered. Aaron's tan back shimmied with his every movement in the warm lamplight, leading down to his tight little bon bons, shaking like maracas beneath the fiery red fabric. "Pull down your pants," Jason commanded. "I want to see that beautiful ass of yours." Aaron kneeled upright for a moment and smiled as he reached down to his hips. Finally, SOMEBODY was responding to his rectal rhythm. Aaron swiftly pulled his pants and briefs down to his knees, giving Jason a bonus view of his yummy boner and full balls before the boy leaned over again and went back to work.
Aaron brought his mouth lower this time. He sank his sharp white teeth around Jason's dark waistband and tugged, growling like a dog to express his anxiety and, also, to be the rambunctious kid that he was. Jason lifted up and allowed Aaron's hands complete pulling access. He really was afraid that the kid was horny enough to rip all of his clothes apart! Aaron WAS, but Jason's pants weren't hostile to his pulling and were considerately saved from destruction.
Aaron had his face a little too close to Jason's crotch as the pants fell. Jason's fully erect cock snapped up, not held back by underwear of any sort, and roughly slapped against Aaron's nose. The kid was taking a beating tonight, but he loved it. He hadn't expected to see or feel Jason's cock without first getting rid of some boxers or briefs. The sight left him awestruck, his eyes bulging at the sheer size of the smooth olive-skinned joystick with the wide, dripping dark glans. Jason's heavy balls were receiving pressure from both of his ripped thighs. It didn't seem to bring him any pain. Finally, after Aaron started to drool on the man's bare leg without noticing it, he snapped out of his cock-happy trance.
"I....thought....you said....EIGHT....inches," Aaron gasped. "Looks like......more!"
"It's ten," Jason admitted while taking a tight hold of his squirming shaft, sounding proud but blushing at the same time. "I didn't want any of the chat guys to think I was lying." Aaron extended his hand and looked up with questioning eyes. "Go ahead," the horny boxer encouraged. It's all yours."
Aaron started the jack the big meat off ever so slowly. Jason leaned back and moaned almost immediately after the young boy's cool hand started its massage of his most sensitive muscle. Aaron reached down and touched his own slab of stone with his left hand, careful not to apply too much pressure, since he would've surely cum all over his expensive carpet. He jerked away on Jason with amazement, learning quickly how to handle a cock double the size he was used to. Jason was leaking a lot of pre-cum, and while that was usually enough lube for Aaron on his own smaller dick, the bottom of this shaft was getting to dry for Aaron to jack. Aaron abruptly stopped jerking and brought the hand to his mouth. He sucked on each and every finger, licked all over the palm and wrist, getting it nice and wet with saliva while getting his first hint at what Jason's manhood would taste like. Jason watched him do this with a ear-to-ear grin of great anticipation. When Aaron saw this, he stopped licking, looked down at the big dick again, then back at Jason before smiling himself.
"What am I putting it off for?" Aaron asked as he took a tight hold of the cock's root with the soaked hand. He leaned forward, his lips a centimeter away from Jason's winking cock slit. "You gonna stop me or something?"
"Christ, no."
"Didn't think so." Aaron winked up at his older lover before carefully wrapping his wet lips around the meatball-sized glans. "Mmmmmmmm. Mmmmmmm hmmmmmm."
Jason grabbed onto the back of Aaron's head, running his strong hands through the young singer's blonde hair as that small, sweet mouth swallowed more and more of his freakish cock. Jason had several partners in the past, but none had been so gentle and so determined to give his endowment a thorough blowjob than Aaron.
Aaron had seen some oral sex pictures on the Internet. He had the image of Nick's girlfriend du jour, her mouth stuffed with his brother's dong, burned in his brain. In short, he had more than a clue of what would make Jason feel good. He used as much saliva as he could call up. It dribbled down the sides of those last three or four inches that Aaron's lips couldn't reach at first, slowly making the arid dick as welcoming as a slip-n-slide. He remembered to move up and down fast and often, since it was all about the friction. He jerked off whatever he couldn't gobble down, and caressed Jason's hairy nuts with his other hand.
Most importantly, he never took his eyes off Jason's face. That was hard to do with an attractive, delicious cock slamming past his gums, but Aaron concentrated on the FEELINGS in that department, the tight shaft skin jamming against his tongue, licking around the rim of the cockhead when it was already inside his mouth, and so many more heavenly cocksucking sensations. He kept his eyes locked with Jason's and oh, how that only added to the fun!
Jason couldn't take the intensity of Aaron's stare. He would look down, realize that this gorgeous kid was looking him square in the eyes while slurping down his poker, and look away again. The tough guy would close his eyes and scrunch up his lips, lost in the moment. Sometimes, though, he'd manage to look further downward and see Aaron's asscheeks, so tight and sculpted, the garish silver necklace and platinum note waving in the breeze as the boy's head bobbed furiously up and down, and the developing muscles in Aaron's wiry teen arms, working overtime as his hands milked Jason's needy balls and shaft. Aaron's body seemed so graceful as he sucked cock, almost like Jason in the ring. This, the brawler had to admit, was a much sweeter science.
"How'm I doin', Jase?" Aaron finally came up for some air and encouragement. He figured the taste of cock would linger for days. And the best flavor was yet to cum.
"Son of a bitch," Jason hissed to no one in particular. "C'mon," he urged, pushing the boy back towards his meat. "Make me lose it, Aaron Carter. Use that mouth till I cum."
Aaron nodded eagerly and grinned, strings of saliva breaking across his teeth every time they moved. Aaron moved in for a big finish. He was anxious to find out what another man's load tasted like. He craned his neck higher and positioned his face to look directly down on Jason's vertical cock, creating a right angle. Who ever thought math could be this much fun? Aaron again took a firm hold on those last three our four inches he couldn't eat, opened wide, and impaled his mouth on Jason's dick with one fast, determined bob. The glans smacked hard against Aaron's tonsils, causing the boy to cough, but he made a small adjustment and got another two inches crammed into his mouth. About seven inches. Not bad, he thought. Now, for a little oral choreography.
Aaron tamed the massive pole with giant swooping sucks, pounding down inch afer inch, pulling off just as fast, then plunging down again. He got it down to a timed pattern, as if there was a beat in his head. Everytime he had swallowed as much cock as possible, he would coaxingly squeeze Jason's balls, wanting a sack full of seed as an early Christmas present. He lowered one finger from the sweaty nuts and dug inward, teasing rubbing the top of Jason's asscrack. It was all too much for the big guy.
"Aaron, I'm gonna shoot it baby!"
"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm"
"No! Really, dude, you're gonna...WHOA....get a mouthful if you don't watch out."
"MMMMMMMMMMMyeeeergghhhhh"
"AHH SHIT! Alright, you hot little fuck, don't say I didn't warn ya! I'm cumming! I'm......gonna.....gonnahhhh......oh, HOT DAMN!!!! YEEEEEEEEHAWWWWWWW!"
Cowboy Aaron had roped this steed, and now ropes of white hot man jam were flooding his meat-munching mouth. Two shots squirted against the back of his throat before Aaron quickly pulled off and worked the rest out with his hands, keeping his mouth wide open above the eruption of goo. He let out a gurgling laugh as spurt after spurt continued to baste his wagging tongue. Jason rocked and twitched in the chair as if he were being shocked by millions of volts of ecstasy. After six healthy splooge shots, one only made Aaron's chin, the next shot against the boy's hand, and the rest dribbled out. Aaron closed his mouth and moaned along with Jason. Awesome! Just plain fucking awesome! Slowly, he savored and swallowed his prize. Jason's jizz was creamier than his, almost like oatmeal, but this tasted soooo much better, tangy, just like his cock tasted, only stronger, like Aaron could really digest the essence of a real man. Once Jason seemed to calm down and Aaron had licked his hands, and the now-well-worn edge of the computer chair clean, he got off his knees, looked down at the conquered athlete and smirked.
"You taste like someone I'd want up my ass J," he repeated from earlier. Jason laughed and shook his head at the boundless energy of youth. Jesus, it wasn't that long ago when HE was Aaron's age, when he dreamt of finding a studly fucking machine to take care of these new carnal urges, and now Aaron had found that in him. Man, he thought, some people get closer to the top of the world in their teens than 99.9999% of the hapless schmoes on this planet will EVER get. The very LEAST he could do was help Aaron celebrate in grand style.
"Not yet. Later." Jason slowly got to his feet and walked all of two feet before sitting on Aaron's bed. Aaron stood facing him. Jason looked the kid up and down. Aaron felt awkward getting admired with the pants and Jockeys still around his ankles, so he kicked that crap over to the corner. Jason truly adored Aaron's nude form, the boy's lanky upper body beginning to fill out, the happy cock still flying at full mast. Aaron waited for Jason to say something, do something. He began to fidget in his hi-tops, his expression, still flustered from the sucking and sperm shower, seeming to ask "What now?" It was all so adorable. Jason finally slapped his hands against his own shoulders.
"Climb on."
"Are you nuts?"
"No! I can take it. Here, watch." Jason simply scooted backwards on the bed until his back rested against the wall bordering the bed's other side. "C'mon. Get up here."
Aaron shrugged and moved to stand on top of the bed. He was desperate to feel what Jason had just felt, and he figured this ride-me blowjob thing must've really been one of Jason's most cherished desires. Sinking deeply into the mattress with his hi-tops, Aaron carefully lined up the center of his body with Jason's waiting mouth and crouched down about a foot, rather than actually sit on Jason's shoulders, until his pulsating prong was in the bullseye zone. Jason let out a sudden angry grunt and grabbed tightly onto Aaron's bubbly butt, pulling the boy in as close to his face as he could. Aaron couldn't really manage to wrap his legs AROUND Jason's neck because of the wall, but he tried as best he could to splay his legs out sideways, over the muscle man's shoulders. He assumed this would satisfy Jason. He assumed right. Jason wasted no further time. He roughly jerked Aaron's dick a couple of times, spit onto the already moist cockhead, and took the meat into his mouth.
"Ohhhh fuck, Jason," Aaron said, his words cut off by a gulp of surprise. Jason didn't fuck around when it came to blowjobs. He had swallowed bigger dicks in the past. This baby was thick but smaller, easier to deep throat, but by far Jason's favorite suck ever. Younger dick just tasted younger. It bounced around in your mouth, played hard to get against your tongue, made you feel so alive. Jason clamped two fingers around the root of Aaron's bopper and tried to get a good bobbing rhythm going, but Aaron would have none of it. He was bucking wildly, pushing hard to get into Jason's mouth one second, then pulling out from the mind-blowing pleasure the next. It was unbelievably intense. Aaron groaned the whole time, thankful Nick's bed wasn't on the other side of this wall, because there was NO WAY he could've kept quiet. Without realizing it, he was out on his feet, putting all of his weight on Jason's shoulders. Jason was more than happy to carry the scrumptious load. He kept his hands against Aaron's perspiring rear to balance the boy.
"AAARRRRRGH, Jason!" Aaron looked down to meet Jason's eyes. The young star had an expression that said it all: he was having the time of his life. Jason never took his lips off the tasty dick. "Where the fuck did you learn how to do this?" Jason couldn't resist an answer. He reluctantly pulled off to reply, leaving a wad of spit in his wake.
"You."
Aaron cracked up, looked towards the heavens again, and waited all of a second before pumping back into Jason's ready throat. Jason let Aaron take over the timing now, and nearly got his lips burned off in the process. Once Aaron didn't feel any restraint, he braced his hands and chest against the wall and pistoned as hard and often as he could in and out of Jason's warm, expert mouth. Thankfully, Jason's lengthy experience with mouthpieces taught him how to breath through his nose for long periods of time. Even through that passage, his sinuses were filled with the aroma of Aaron's musky patch of pubes, the teen's load from earlier still giving off its funky, fantastic fragrance. Jason would occasionally try to clamp down on Aaron's cockhead when it got to the back of his throat. Most times he failed, but when it worked, Aaron would squirm to regain his freedom, Jason getting to lick and just plain devour Aaron's thick stick in the meantime. He reached down to feel Aaron's balls. He couldn't remember a time when his own balls felt like they were on fire, but Aaron Carter's cream filled cajones were certainly on the brink of boiling over.
Aaron was indeed shortening up his thrusts now. Jason looked up to see those special brown eyes bearing down on him. Aaron's breathing was labored, his face was covered in sweat, and his necklace bouncing off the hard wall. This was his greatest performance ever: the in-and-out. Come and get it.
"Oh.......my.......god.....I'm....gonna.....nut," Aaron cried, almost in a tone of disbelief. He STILL couldn't believe he was this lucky. "You.....READY.....Jase?" Jason made one simple response: he worked a finger into Aaron's snug rear. Real sex just HAD to imitate cybersex. Aaron sure as hell didn't mind it. "Oooooooooh, my assssss, yessssss! Fuck me, suck me, I'm there, Jase! It's cumming! It's CUMMING, MAN! YES! YES!!! YEAAAAAA, FUCK FUCK, YEAAAAA BOY!"
Aaron's watery, salty load fired deep into Jason's gullet, round after round of cum. Jason held Aaron tight, the whole cock in his mouth and his whole index finger inside Aaron's ass. Aaron's cock continued to spasm long after his five doses of boy juice were down Jason's throat. The boxer just kept holding Aaron in the clench, letting his dick soften between his lips. He slapped Aaron's bouncy buttocks with every throb, sending Aaron to another sensational plateau.
Aaron stayed plastered against Jason's face for a good three minutes, not saying a word, just reveling in the moment. He was a man, damn it, a real man, and he would forever be ready to thank Jason for that. Like right now. Aaron's focus turned to Jason's finger, still firmly lodged in his throbbing butt. He regained power in his legs and pushed down on Jason's hospitable shoulders to let him know it was time to separate. Jason reluctantly spit his flaccid dick out and popped his finger free.
"I believe I WILL be paying for what that did to my sweet tooth," Jason said matter-of-factly as he took a taste of the butt-basted finger.
"Now," Aaron started in an incredibly relaxed tone, "I SAID, fuck me in the ass, J." He kneeled down and offered his hole up for Jason's cock. The sight made the big dick jump to its full length. Yep, Jason was ready for round two. He ran his hand over his new boner a few times, teasing Aaron. Aaron was in no mood. "Let's go, I wanna bounce on that pogo stick, J. Going once? Going twice?"
"Absolutely SOLD," Jason said, roaring to life just in time. "Hand me those pillows." Aaron obliged, and Jason kneeled behind the inviting young butt, propping it up on the two pillows to get at least some semblance of a straight line between short Aaron's anus and tall Jason's jock cock. Jason wrapped his hands around Aaron's hips and moved forward, running the length of his ten inches across Aaron's crack just to remind the eager teen what he was in for.
"Fuck me," was Aaron's pleading reply.
Jason leaned over and hocked some spit onto his flaring glans, and distributed it as generously as he could to the rest of his iron shaft. Aaron moaned as his visitor's hands lovingly pried open his butt cheeks. Jason had also fucked before - the guys at his high school had offered wonderful opportunities for all kinds of sexual pleasures - but never anyone this young, this tight. He spit again and used it to carefully lube and fit two fingers inside Aaron's rump. It was obvious Aaron had never even taken that much inside at once.
"It burns a little," Aaron said, but he still wiggled to get more of the fingers inside.
"It always burns a little at first," Jason reassured him. He moved the two fingers in a circle, attempting to stretch the sensitive passage. At this point, Jason was thankful for possessing only an average thickness. "You've just got to go with the flow at first. I'll be gentle." Jason silently moved his pinky inside. It went in with only the slightest of grimaces from Aaron and quickly got adjusted inside of him. Three ain't bad, Jason reasoned.
"Ooooooh, it's starting to tingle in that good way," Aaron reported. "Don't go TOO gentle when it gets to that point."
"Alright, alright," Jason laughed. "Ready?" Aaron nodded. "OK. Let's screw." Aaron squealed in delight. Jason placed his wet glans against the slightly wider hole and pushed at a crawling pace. His own cock had never seemed this imposing, but when Aaron let out a hiss once the head was past the flexible ring, Jason knew this wouldn't be child's play. He held steady for a few seconds moving left and right to send the stubborn asshole one message: surrender. "You OK?" he asked.
"It's good," Aaron said through a wince. "More."
Jason gave him another two inches. He could see Aaron wasn't enjoying it yet, but it was also obvious that the boy was smart. He knew it amounted to climbing up an anthill for an orgasmic ride down Mount Everest. It had been that way when Jason get his own cherry popped. It was a rite of passage. Jason pushed in again. Four inches in and Aaron's face looked like a dried prune. Jason decided that was enough initial insertion. He waited the kid out, one minute, two, three, until eventually Aaron was ready to be playful. He smiled back at Jason and Jason offered him a finger to suck on. He did quite happily, as if he were solemnly sucking cock again. Jason spanked Aaron's full ass and laughed. "I don't know, Airboy. You might deflate with a hole this big."
"Might as well go for broke then," Aaron winked.
Jason pulled back several inches but didn't pull out entirely. That would've been too risky at this point. He pushed back in. Aaron moaned, the grimace quickly wiped away by that look of relaxation he had worn right after he unloaded into Jason's mouth. Jason dug into the teen's hips, pulled and pushed again. This time, no flinch from Aaron at all. Jason did it again, but faster, again, even faster, and within two minutes, he was steadily porking Aaron Carter with four, maybe five inches of his huge manhood. Aaron rolled his head from side to side, seemingly lost in the melody of anal sex.
"Holy shit, I can feel it so deep inside," he shouted. "It's like......wow, it's like.....something's missing when you pull it out."
"You like feeling it way up there, huh?"
"Ohhhhh, it's sooooo amazing, J."
"You want more? REALLY want more?"
"Give me what you can, baby."
Jason was covered in sweat. He felt like a bomb diffuser, only there was still going to be an explosion at the end of all of this. He thrust a little harder, spread Aaron's cheeks a little further, and was rewarded by, he guessed, getting close to seven inches into Aaron's loaded boy pussy.
Aaron was making purring noises from his gut with every thrust. Jason's cock was driving his virgin prostate wild. Aaron was completely unaware of the prostate's secret pleasures before wanting to get fucked. He just figured it would somehow make his cock feel good. Well, it did, and so much more. His pubescent boner was back to its maximum length, swaying between his vibrating legs. Jason reached below with one hand and milked it slowly, driving practically all sanity out of Aaron's compact body. His feet dug into the mattress for a better grip, but his sneakers were still on. Jason noticed this and flicked the loose shoes off Aaron's sweaty feet. Once Aaron gained this tiny bit of control, he was completely animalistic, bouncing back into Jason's cock just as hard as Jason was thrusting forward.
"You fuck me!" he screamed towards the window, his voice breaking ever so cutely. "You pound my pretty ass!"
"Calm down," Jason warned, though he didn't let up on his pleasurable plowing. "What about Nick? Your parents? And that other guy?"
"FUCK 'EM ALL!!!!!"
Well, the door's locked, Jason thought, and that was the end of that. He lost himself in his butt busting, feeling the endless excitement of youth riding under him, that smooth, burning ass flesh feeling so good as his balls slapped against it again and again. He looked at his cock, this giant beanstalk planted so deeply inside this gorgeous kid's behind, and got ready to lose it again.
"I'm gonna cum, Airboy!"
"Yes! You give it ALL to ME! You CUM in my FUCKING ASS!"
"I'm doin' it, baby! You really want it up your ass?"
"Uh huh! Burn my insides up with that hot spunk!"
"Yea! You got it, lover boy! I'm.....OH FUCK IT'S HERE!!! UHHHHH!!! UHHHHHHOOOOHHHH CHRIST, I LOVE YOU!!!!!"
Jason's second load was smaller than his first pent-up splooge buffet, but it still tore through Aaron's backside like a burst dam. Four good strings of jizz slammed against Aaron's primed prostate before slowly turning and oozing back down onto Jason's spent member. Aaron climaxed almost simultaneously, with a knobby-kneed Jason squeezing him off onto the yellow bedspread below. Man, this was gonna be one HELL of a covert cleanup operation for a certain young man, but Aaron would take care of it with pride. That is, once he was able to walk again. The key phrase to him was "young MAN." He had never felt more ready to conquer the world.
Jason held Aaron close for a long time, his cock still inside his ideal lover. He felt such an attachment to Aaron, even said he loved him earlier, but he would go for good if that's what Aaron wanted. It was Aaron's life, Aaron's choice.
"God," he said, softly kissing Aaron's earlobe and neck to stir him, "it's 3 A.M. I better haul ass." Jason slowly withdrew his sperm-covered dick and stumbled around to find his clothes. "I don't want you to have to explain my piece of shit sitting in the driveway in the morning."
"But it'll be sitting out there again tomorrow night, right?" Aaron was sitting up now, very sure of what he was asking. "And the next night? And the night after that?" He smiled that devilish smile again. "My album needs a LOT of help. Hands-on doctoring. Even if you were to drop by constantly, it may not EVER get finished."
Jason felt his heart go pitter-patter. A boxer learns to harden himself, but this was a profound happiness he was so glad he wouldn't be without. "That would be so awful," he said with mock concern. He pulled himself together and leaned in for one last deep kiss from his improbable new boyfriend. For now. "I'll be here," he said. "156 Holman. Can't forget it."
The next morning, Aaron was simply impossible to roust for breakfast. The kitchen was quiet, just Nick and his faithful servant.
"Hey Walson," the hungry superstar said between mouthfuls of bacon, "who was that joker in the awful-looking Caddy late last night? Woke me up right out of a sound sleep!"
Walson drew a blank. He scanned his mind as he organized the toast, grabbed the knife, opened the bottle of raspberry....Ah!
"A friend of Master Aaron, sir. Jimmy.........Jam, I believe."
"Jimmy Jam?" Nick nearly choked on his orange juice. "Man, maybe it's finally getting cool to be white!"
THE END
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