This story contains sex between consenting males. If you're underage, or if this sort of material is illegal where you live, then turn back now! This story is a work of FICTION. While some characters exist, this FICTITIOUS work is in not meant to imply anything about the actual sexual orientation of the characters. Aaron Carter and those people in his immediate universe are, unless we are told otherwise, real-life heterosexuals.
This story is based on a dream I had a few nights ago. I actually woke up in the middle of a smile. :)
I Rescued Aaron by Tony Idolatry
It all started..........well, I guess it all started in 1940, when they were constructing my apartment building. The Police Athletic League decided to also build a gymnasium and attach it to the apartment building. See, my hometown is in rural Kansas. We still don't have much to do here today, but back then there was absolutely nothing around. Since the apartments were meant to trap, uhhh, attract hundreds of new residents, the cops thought it would be nice for the people to have a place to play basketball, or work out, or hold assemblies. You know. A real gathering place for the community.
Then for 60 years, nothing happened. The gym went to waste. Some people moved in, more people moved out. Then, 18 years ago, my parents got suckered and moved in right before they had me.
But last month, a new cable channel for kids called JAM! announced it was going to come to our crappy gym and film a concert there. The headliners were going to be Dream and Aaron Carter. Melissa Joan Hart was going to be the host. JAM! said it wanted to bring "real Hollywood excitement to small town American kids."
Let me tell you, JAM! was right. The little girls in my town got more excited over Aaron and Dream than they did when the pharmacy finally started selling Tiger Beat. What the geniuses at JAM! failed to find out before announcing the concert was that only about 20 little girls live in my town, and none of them live in my building. So that was a problem for JAM!, but it was fine with me. I was kind of hoping to get some quiet time with Aaron.
My name's Danny, by the way. Like I said, I'm 18, a senior in high school, with absolutely no idea what I'm going to do with the rest of my life. I've got brown hair and dark green eyes and an average, kind of toned body, and I'm desperately gay. What I guess I mean is, my horniness is starting to get out of control. I realized I was gay when I was 13, and since then I haven't stopped jerking off at least twice a day. I would fantasize about my friends from school doing really nasty things with me, but they all had girlfriends and made "homo" jokes. Then, when I was 14, I hooked up to the Internet. Holy shit! I guess in a way it helped, because I realized I wasn't the only gay kid in the world, but I got addicted to the porn! The stories and the pictures were incredible! It only made me want dick more. I would have killed to meet another gay guy around my age, just to kiss him, to feel his body against mine and his cock in my mouth.
I thought about that kind of stuff when I thought about Aaron Carter. His brother Nick never did it for me, but Aaron was incredible. The weird thing about the Internet is how you can become crazy about a guy just by looking at pictures. I couldn't name more than two of his songs, I had never actually heard any of them, and I had only heard Aaron's speaking voice a couple of times, but looking at his pictures was more than enough to make me want him.
Pictures of Aaron were like erotic poetry. He had a natural cockiness whenever he would pose, but it wasn't exactly an arrogant, macho kind of cockiness. It was more like a friendly invitation. "Check me out." He knew that he had it, and he knew how to work it. His outfits cried out for attention. Wetsuits. Brightly colored tuxedoes. A dog collar. Leather everything. There's something incredibly sexy about a boy with wispy blonde hair and innocent-looking brown eyes looking completely self-confident in an outfit you'd usually see on a bondage addict. I wasn't the kind of guy that wanted to tie a leash around that collar, but I thought Aaron was really cool for breaking through stereotypes.
The concert was going to be on Saturday morning. The workers started building the stage and setting up the seats on Thursday. I wasn't going to be in the audience. I was going to be backstage! I couldn't believe it, but what happened was, the producers from JAM! went to every apartment in the building on Thursday and told us we couldn't enter or leave the building on Saturday without showing identification, but that in the gym, the stage was being built right in front of the door connecting the apartments with the gym. The audience (mostly girls JAM! was bussing in from other towns) would enter from the other side of the gym, and a backstage area would be set up right around the connecting door. They said any of the tenants could come "backstage" by showing ID!
I was flipping out over the news, but I couldn't show my mom that I was excited. My father didn't live with us anymore, and my mother was going out of town on Friday for a weekend convention (Tupperware Saleswoman of the Year, Midwest Region). Truthfully, I couldn't wait for her to leave. There she was, thinking that her macho son was going to spend his Saturday watching a football game or something. Get real. Instead, I spent Friday night "de-motherifying" the apartment in case I had a very special houseguest the next morning. Pathetic, I know, but this was going to be the best chance I'd ever have.
I got down to the backstage area three hours before the concert was going to start. I guess I was a little eager. The audience didn't start showing up for another hour, and the performers didn't start arriving for an hour after that. 20 minutes before the show was supposed to start, things backstage were odd. It was just me, a couple of security guards, three-fourths of Dream, and Melissa Joan Hart, who couldn't shake free from the only other tenant who bothered to show up: old Mrs. Lanagham, who had eerily knitted Melissa a "Bewitched" quilt. Wrong show. Wrong century.
From the other side of the large black curtain, I could hear girls in the audience start chanting "Aa-ron! Aa-ron!" but they couldn't have known Aaron wasn't there yet.
Just then, the missing member of Dream walked in and caught my eye. I looked down. Too late. She walked over.
"Could you get me a Diet Pepsi?" she asked.
"I don't work here," I replied quietly. She seemed stunned.
"I know that," she said. The other three girls had moved closer and were giggling. "Wouldn't you LIKE to get me a drink anyway?"
"I'm gay," I said. No hesitation. No guilt. She threw up her hands, shook her head and walked off with her band mates. I was left shaking my own head. I had NEVER admitted that to anyone before. Why did I do it then? I could've just said "No thanks." This kind of openness felt different, but it was a good kind of different. I was in a zone.
And then Aaron walked in. He was wearing a red football jersey with a white number 25, matching red nylon shorts, and red hi-tops with little black stripes. He had a gorgeous tan that made his full pink lips and bright white teeth stand out. I noticed the hair on his legs. Hairy guys don't usually turn me on, but that small bit of manliness on Aaron reminded me that, yes, it was a man I wanted. Walking in next to Aaron was a tiny man wearing an "Aaron Carter 2001 Tour" jacket over a business suit. It was like being shackled to a nerd, but Aaron didn't seem to notice. He oozed confidence and sex appeal with every step.
I wasn't just going to jump out and introduce myself like some lovesick loser. I was going to take my time and wait for the perfect moment. Or, at least, wait until Dream left the room, because I didn't need THAT kind of taunting ruining my meeting with Aaron. At that exact moment, Melissa and Dream walked towards the stage. I looked away from Aaron to watch the girls open the curtain and meet the crazy screams of the audience. By the time I turned back around, Mrs. Lanagham and her quilt were gone. And Aaron was right in front of me.
"Hey man," he said, holding out his hand. "Aaron Carter."
"I know," I said, quickly reaching for his shake. Jesus, what soft skin. "Danny James."
"You here to watch the show, Danny?"
"Actually, I live here."
"Oh. I'm sorry to hear that."
I laughed. Oh boy. Sexy AND funny.
"Where are your dancers? Your band?" I asked. Aaron pointed to the little man in the jacket, who was holding a stereo. I could see a cassette inside.
"JAM! is CHEAP!" Aaron said with a shrug. "Between you and me, I'm getting really fucking tired of doing these shows. I can't take these goddamn girls anymore."
"Really?" I said, genuinely surprised that me and Aaron were already on an R-rated basis.
"Why?" Aaron asked. "You like my music?"
"To be honest," I said, "I don't listen to it."
"Neither do I," Aaron said with a laugh. "I just sing it. My favorite song right now is by Elton John. 'I Want Love.'"
I was blown away. I loved that song too.
"I want love. Just a different kind." I repeated Elton's lyrics, almost in a trance, back to Aaron. He slowly nodded. My eyes were glued on his. All of a sudden, Aaron reached out and ran his hand against my cheek. I was shocked, but I smiled from ear to ear, and he smiled back, but his was a nervous smile, and his soft hand felt clammy and uncertain against my skin. Just then, a huge roar from the audience snapped us both out of it, and Aaron snapped his hand back to his side. Dream came back down the stairs, and the nerd in the jacket walked over to the stairs and snapped his fingers towards Aaron.
"You'll be here after my set?" he asked.
"Yeah. Sure." My head was swimming.
"Good," Aaron said. He began to step away and pointed his fingers to the ground, as if to remind me to stay right there. "Danny," he repeated to himself before nodding, smiling and running off to do his job.
I stood frozen in place for a solid five minutes while I thought about all of this. I wondered what could've possibly attracted Aaron to me in a matter of minutes. Maybe it was my strange and sudden confidence in who I really was. I couldn't believe I'd told Aaron I never listened to his music, but that actually gave us something in common! He had to know, then, why I was standing there waiting for him, and hey, maybe the real me wasn't unworthy of Aaron Carter's attention after all.
I perked up at that thought, and looked up to see one of the security guards, who had probably seen everything that had happened, staring at me. He quickly looked away. Thank God for people who know when to mind their own business.
I walked over to a small television monitor, which was showing Aaron's performance. Those words really had new meaning to me now: Aaron's performance. This WAS a performance, and Aaron was quite good at it. Without the help of any dancers or any good songs, he owned the stage, thrusting and swaying through silly raps and childish love songs.
The only time Aaron seemed troubled was in between songs, when the girls made absolutely inhuman noises until no one could hear themselves think. I could see Melissa, sitting on my side of the stage curtain with cell phone in hand, screaming to her conversation partner to hold on. Whenever these screams happened, Aaron didn't smile or wave the noise on, like I'd expected, but lowered his head and paced anxiously. He seemed to want to be anywhere else but that stage. I wondered if he wanted to be with me.
After Aaron managed not to wince through "That's How I Beat Shaq," the girls found another level of screams.
"Thank you, Kansas!" Aaron called out. "Bye now!"
He flew through the curtain, nearly knocking Melissa over. Our eyes were back on each other before he reached the stairs. He came down two stairs at a time, walked over and took my hand.
"Let's go," he said.
"Where?"
"You show me," he said laughing. I pointed to the apartment building's door, and he led me towards it. The girls in the audience kept roaring in our wake.
"What about your encore?" the man in the jacket called out.
Aaron didn't answer him. The next thing I remember, we were down the hall and I was pressing the button to my building's elevator, to take us to my apartment on the sixth floor. I took a moment to look over at Aaron, who still hadn't let go of my hand. His brow was glistening from the show. His smile was hesitant again. I thought I'd reassure him, and leaned over to kiss him softly on his cheek, but his smile evaporated and he broke his grasp. The elevator door opened.
"I'm sorry," he said. "I don't think I'm ready. I want to, but I don't know if I....." His eyes welled up. He ran off from me, back towards the gym, before I could say a word.
I didn't fight him. I wouldn't. Something inside of me said "This isn't over." So I stepped inside the elevator and pressed the "door open" button, standing, waiting, hoping my first real love would return. I heard the echoes of a beating bass, and it matched the beating of my heart. I wanted Aaron to be happy, and if he was happy out on stage....
The floor shook. The screaming earlier had been loud, but it hadn't been earth-shaking. I heard Aaron say "Thank you so much!" Then the shaking continued to get worse for about 20 seconds. Then I heard Melissa announce "Alright, girls, go back to your seats, now. Come on." Then, just for a split second, the noise became clearer for me. Then I heard a door close. Then, sprinting. Then, a ball of red and blonde flying past me and slamming against the elevator's back wall.
"Go!" Aaron screamed.
I pressed "6" and together, we left it all behind. I walked over to Aaron and gripped his shoulders. He was quivering. A tear ran down both cheeks. I kissed them both away. He looked up at me and our lips met, giving way to our hungry tongues. Aaron broke away, smiled, and let out a playful growl before kissing me harder and suddenly running his hand a against my bulging jeans.
"You see what you do to me," I said.
"Oooooooh, I like it," Aaron said before hugging me and kissing my neck. He clamped his hand around my eager penis. I felt a gush of pre-cum squirt out.
"You make me so hard," I groaned to Aaron as I kissed his forehead and the bridge of his nose. "I'm gonna go out of my mind if I can't make love to you."
The elevator dinged and the door opened on my floor.
"Take me to your room," Aaron said. "I want you to take me, Danny." I held his cheeks in my hands and stuck my tongue as far into his mouth as I could. Aaron leaned against the back elevator wall and became putty in my hands. He wrapped one of his legs around me. I could feel the heel of his sneaker softly nestling between my buns. I moved my hand to grab at his hardness when the elevator door began to close behind us. Aaron giggled and licked my saliva from his lips as I darted backwards to push the doors back open. I grinned and wrapped my arm around Aaron's shoulders as we walked down the hall towards my apartment. I couldn't remember ever feeling this happy before.
"What did you tell Jacket Man down there about where you'd be?" I asked him as I unlocked my front door and led Aaron towards my bedroom.
"Who? Phil?" Aaron asked. "I shouted at him not to worry. I'll find my own way back to Los Angeles." He smiled and took off his football jersey and threw it onto the ground behind him as he walked into my room. He kissed me and held me tight. I ran my hands down his moist back and slipped my fingers underneath his short's waistband. Slowly, I pulled them down, positioning my hands to feel his beautiful bare ass. Instead, though, I felt the unmistakable smoothness of leather. I stood back. It was his underwear. Aaron's achingly hard cock was snugly outlined underneath the nasty skivvies.
"You wear black leather underwear?"
"It feels incredible against my dick," Aaron moaned. I could see his cock twitching underneath the straining metal zipper. "I feel like I'm getting milked right now." Aaron closed his eyes and started tweaking his own nickel-sized nipples as his cock kept dancing. If there is a God, this was definitely heaven. I reached down to my own fly and released my needy eight inches from my Calvins. I managed to get my shirt off and start slowly jacking myself before Aaron opened his eyes.
"Yeah, that's it," Aaron said. He moved one hand down to fondle himself through the leather and the other hand to his mouth. "You're a big boy, Danny," he muttered before sucking on two of his fingers. "I want that dick so bad."
"Take it," I begged.
Aaron walked towards me. He ran his wet fingers against my lips and down my burning hot chest before sinking his knees down on my plush blue carpet and wrapping his tongue around the head of my dripping prick. "Ohhhhh Christ," I moaned. Aaron let out a soft chortle and ran his tongue along the whole length of my shaft. He ran it back over my cock's underside before closing his fluffy lips over my cockhead. He rubbed his tongue mercilessly back and forth across my slit before pulling his head back. My pre-cum trailed from his mouth.
"You want me to keep going?" Aaron teased.
"Oh God, yes," I urged as he slowly jerked my wet wang. "Play with my balls, baby."
Aaron grinned and carefully reached into my fly to pull my nuts out of their hiding place. "Oooooh, Danny, you've got big round fuckers," Aaron gasped. He lifted my jealous dong out of the way and began licking my boiling sack. He looked up at me and laughed as he tried to wrap his lips around each of my heavy balls. He was persistent, and once he got his mouth all the way around one, he sucked and sucked until I thought I was going to sweat cum. A few times, he gently pulled at my sack skin with his teeth and slowly leaned his head back until the skin snapped back against my nuts. Aaron knew just how to drive me crazy. He pulled down my jeans and underwear and slapped my bare cheeks a few times before pulling them apart and guiding one finger inside. Then two. He tore through my virgin tushy with a fast dizzying rhythm. It reminded me of the bass beats from earlier. My knees were knocking. It felt like AC's mouth was the only thing holding me up. Aaron moved his tongue between my balls and ass for a second while keeping one hand on my meat and one working on my rear. Over and over, his tongue pushed a hot button I hadn't even realized was there. I groaned in ecstasy and looked down at his ass. His crack looked so delicious pressed against his tight leather briefs. I ran my hands through his gorgeous hair and thrust my balls against his chin.
"Suck me, Aaron. Suck me until I shoot my load in your pretty mouth like I've wanted to for so fucking long."
Aaron spit on my shaft and eyed me up as he jacked me faster. "Sit down. Sit on the bed."
"But? Whuh?"
"Just do it," Aaron winked. "You'll be glad you did."
Who was I to doubt this little hunk? I sat on the edge of the bed and waited for Aaron's next move. My erection stuck up, pointed towards Aaron's naughty grin like some kind of sexual weapon. A sperm saber. I expected Aaron to grab hold of it and chow down again, but instead he stood up, turned his back on me, and began to unzip his kinky underwear.
"Oh wow," I blurted out. I couldn't help it. The kid's butt was too attractive for words. It could've been the poster butt for a whole new ad campaign: "Got Back?"
I grabbed at it with both hands, and Aaron couldn't have been happier. He oohed and aahed as I massaged his bubbly caboose and ran a ticklish finger between the cheeks and down to his fuzzy balls. I brought my whole hand down to the base of his shaft.
"May I?" I asked.
"You damn well better," he groaned back.
I ran my hand up his pubescent pole as slowly as I could until my fingers slammed into the ridge of his head and he shuddered from the sensation. Speaking of sensations, Aaron's cock could've caused a frenzy of its own. It felt like it was just a little shorter than mine - seven, close to eight inches - thick for a teenager, and, like the rest of Aaron, incredibly soft and smooth. Aaron was so sexual, but if he jerked off regularly, he must've done it with velvet gloves on.
Suddenly, Aaron sat back. He moaned as his descending crack crash landed snugly around my surprised glans.
"Whoa whoa whoa!" I cried out. "You sure about this?"
"Sure," Aaron replied, without the slightest doubt in his voice. He rubbed himself against my throbbing spear. "It's nice and wet still. My ass is gonna be tight, but don't worry. It'll do all the work. It always does."
I was still too busy shaking my head in wonder when Aaron reached behind himself and pulled his cheeks apart to get me aimed right at his tiny hole. I moved my hands against Aaron's to let him know I had him, so he moved his hands back to his knees and tried hard to push down while I started to thrust up. I felt my cockhead pushing, pushing, pushing, and then finally breaking through Aaron's rookie ring.
Aaron let out a little whimper, but the feeling seemed to make him want it even more. He pushed down with all the force his athletic legs had, and before I knew it my cock was halfway inside him, and he was screaming "OH YESSSS!" over and over again. I had to reach up and cover his mouth in case neighbors with nothing better to do wanted to listen to two guys fucking. He licked my hand and used his body instead of his voice, thrashing around on top of me until I held him steady and leaned in close to his ear. I whispered nasty little nothings to him while pushing my needy bone into him just a little further. I reached around to jack Aaron's cock, and a shiver wracked his moist body.
"You feel so warm inside," I whispered. "Do all the boys in Florida have fiery little behinds like this?"
"No, Danny, nooooo," Aaron sputtered. I saw a bead of sweat roll down his chin and drip onto his neck. "I'm special. I've always been very, very, special." He turned his head and we kissed. I didn't care if his tongue ever left my mouth, but eventually Aaron broke the kiss and wiggled his special ass around my rock hard cock. I gripped his shoulders and pumped a couple of inches back and forth deep inside him, but as I started to thrust faster, I noticed that Aaron was right: my dick couldn't keep up with his hungry hole. When I pushed up hard, Aaron's ass pushed down harder, causing him to groan out in ecstasy. I could hear his balls rhythmically slapping against my thigh.
All of a sudden - Aaron did just about everything suddenly - Aaron brought his feet up onto the bed, one on each side of me. He was in an unbelievably compact crouching position now, but Aaron did what always came naturally: he worked it. Again and again, he rode up and down along the whole length of my shaft. Then he would take my cock balls deep and shimmy his stuffed backdoor to the left and right, then back and forth, until I was the one begging for mercy from the pleasure. Luckily, Aaron didn't listen.
"Aerobics," he called back to me with a laugh, his voice breaking with every push. "It's good...for...more than just...riding the scale!"
"You're such a dirty little boy," I hissed up at him through a smile. At least I think I was smiling. My eyes were starting to roll into the back of my head.
"I'm not that little," Aaron reminded me. He pried one of my hands away from his magical ass and wrapped it around his dick. I flailed up and down, fast and furious on his sweet meat, until Aaron threw his hands back on the bed behind him. He kept working his pulverized poop chute, pretty much doing sit-ups on my cock while I wanked away on his. His fucking was getting less artistic and completely animalistic. I could tell from the way he was slamming all of himself down onto my prick that he was extremely close to losing it.
"Oh, baby, I love it. I love you, baby. Tell me you love me." Aaron's voice got weaker. I could feel his dick start to pulsate in my hand. "I love you, Dan."
"I love you, Aaron," I groaned, giving it to him as hard as I could. "Let me have your honey, honey. Come in my hand. Come on."
Through repeated yells of "YES!" Aaron plowed against me once more, then pushed up again and arched his back. I shrieked like one of his girl fans. Suddenly, his jizz pistol was pointed right at my head. Aaron tried to laugh, but he didn't have the strength. He turned his head to the side and quaked in my arms as blast after blast of hot cum rained down on my face. His nuts must've been storing up for winter, because Aaron didn't stop shooting until my entire chin and both cheeks were covered with his load.
"Oh God, yes yes yes," I muttered out of control. Aaron turned to watch me scoop up and swallow whatever I could. His cream was more liquidy than creamy, but no matter. It was salty and delicious. Aaron must've known. He licked against my lips as he gently hoisted himself off my dick.
"Mmmmm. I taste good," he said with a giggle.
"You fuck great," I said in genuine awe.
"I blow even better," he said, winking again. Oh God. I had actually forgotten that I hadn't technically had an orgasm yet. Funny. I think I'd already had enough absolute pleasure to beat out fifty jerkoff sessions. Before I knew it, Aaron was back on his knees with his mouth on my member. Shit, I thought. He's insatiable. Right from his ass into his mouth.
"Oh yeahhhhhhhh" he groaned with his tongue on my shaft and his hands working my overwhelmed nuts. "I DO taste good." He moved his mouth around my flaring head and bathed me down to the balls in saliva. "How do you taste, Danny?" Aaron asked through a gurgle. "You gonna cum for me, baby?"
I couldn't talk. I just moaned and nodded. Aaron smiled and swallowed another couple of inches while wanking the rest. I glued my eyes onto his adorable face and bucked into his throat as I climaxed. Each spurt set off another fireworks display in my brain. Splooge ran down the sides of my shaft, but Aaron swallowed a huge amount of it, and licked up whatever got away from him. I rocked back and forth when his sucking got way to sensitive to handle, but Aaron just switched to blowing. Literally. He held my spent schlong in his soft hand and blew cool pulses of air onto my still-reeling cockhead.
"I love you so much," I finally gained the strength to say. Aaron climbed up on the bed and lay by my side.
"I love you too, Danny," he said softly. "And hey, it's a different kind of love!" We both laughed.
"You better thank Elton for us when you get back to L.A." I said.
"We'll thank him together," Aaron said. He reached over to hug me.
"Together? You really want me to come to L.A.?"
Aaron whispered into my ear: "This was meant to be, Danny."
"I think so, too," I whispered back.
Once we realized we had to stop holding each other if we were ever going to get to L.A., I sloppily packed a few bags and left a note telling my mother I'd explain later and send for the rest of my things soon. I knew I'd never return to Kansas, but I would never forget it. In the middle of nowhere, I met my everything. As Aaron and I climbed into a taxi, I grabbed a clump of dirt from the side of the road and put it into a little Tupperware container. It keeps anything fresh. Even memories.
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