Copyright 2000 Blake Dorson
Warning: The following story involves celebrities. This story does not imply that these celebrities have the personality, or sexuality presented in this story. None of the events in this story resemble any actual experiences or confrontations with these celebrities.
WARNING: The following story contains graphic descriptions of sexual activity. If you are under the age of 18 or 21, as it may be in your community, or are offended by material of this nature, please read no further. This is strictly a work of fiction/fantasy, and by no means, does the author encourage unsafe sex, or any sexual acts that are illegal in your community. The author of this literature is a straight male. He writes out of his belief in free speech, expression, and press.
Meeting Nick and Aaron Carter
Looking back on it, I was only 12. Being alone in New York City should have been a little scary. I'm 14 now. I was a dumb little kid back then. By the way, my name's Josh Minken. So do you know who Nick and Aaron Carter are? Nick is a member of the highly successful Backstreet Boys group. His body is bulkier and hunkier than the others in the group. His straight blond locks are parted down the center. Aaron Carter is his adorable younger brother who has a fairly successful solo career going for him. Aaron was pretty typical for 11, maybe a little small, and still has the same gorgeous features that his brother had at 17.
So, this was the plan: I was getting out of my rural, country home, and going to the big city for the weekend. My parents said they couldn't afford to come along, but to make sure that I was safe, they strategically picked a hotel that was expensive, but near the concert as well as near some of the hottest tourist spots. They dropped me off on Friday afternoon for a Friday night concert. They told me they'd pick me up Sunday afternoon. They left me with instructions not to go anywhere but to the concert and back to the hotel on Friday. On Saturday, I wasn't to go outside certain parameters of the city that they had set for me. On Sunday I was to stay in because they didn't know exactly what time they would be coming to pick me up. They left me a map that was highlighted with a million places to eat and visit that were within their parameters, and a piece of paper that had a total of 37 rules to live by. I won't list them for you, but the range was large. Number 3 said, "Always have identification with you." Number 12 was, "Keep some money in your shoes." Number 34 was, "Don't talk to strangers."
Anyhow, the concert was absolutely fantastic. It would have been cool to have a friend with me, but the reason I hadn't asked anyone to go with me was because I was afraid that during the concert I would lean over and say, "He's so hot," instead of "This rocks!" In my community, being gay is definitely wrong. My friends and I talk about masturbating, but would never do those things to each other, no matter how much I fantasized about it. So, Aaron Carter opened for the Backstreet Boys, I failed to mention that. Whatever.
After the concert, I went back to my room on the 23rd floor. When I was getting undressed I turned on the television and immediately gravitated to a soft-core porn movie. I stripped nude, something I had thought about doing to go to sleep back home, but that I had never done. I masturbated while watching the movie even though I was really fantasizing over other things. I was being kind of loud, moaning and letting light screams leave my mouth as I sweat from pumping my cock so hard. I pumped up and down on my 5 inch cock. I spent my load all over the place. My boy seed found it's way out of my jerk-pole and onto my hand, belly, the bedspread and sheets, and the carpet. It turned me on to see it everywhere. Usually I had to be careful, and had to clean up so that my parents wouldn't see it. This time, it was cool because I just thought about how the maids would come in and have to clean it up afterwards.
When I woke up Saturday morning, I felt really fresh. The sheets felt wonderful on my released pole. I had a morning hardon, and I immediately thought my mom was going to walk in and tell me that breakfast was ready. When I realized that she wasn't even within two hours from me, I ripped off the sheets, opened the curtains to the window, and stood their nude, letting the sun warm my body. I looked out at the busy street, filled with yellow taxi cabs. I started jerking off right at the window, attempting to do it in unison to the honking, which meant I was doing it really, really fast. When I realized I wasn't even all that hard because I was jerking so fast and at such irregular intervals, I returned to the bed. I lay down on the bed and started sensually fucking my hand. As I got close, I sat on the edge of the bed and blew my spunk all over the lamp shade. I watched as it slowly dripped onto the nightstand, leaving yet another spot for the maids to discover. I went to take a shower, and the shower head was movable. So, I grabbed it and pointed it right at my cock. I've never had a blowjob, but that's what I think the feeling was like. I ejaculated without ever touching my penis.
I got dressed and prepared to go out into the city. I had a backpack with me that had various items, including the map that my parents had given me. It was just short of 11AM. I got in an elevator. When I reached the 12th floor, I expected a business man or maybe some vacationers to get on, but instead, it was Nick and Aaron Carter. "Both of you had a great show last night." I said. "Thanks--- are you alone?" Nick asked. "Actually I am. My parents dropped me off last night to see the concert." I acted nonchalant. I figured if I didn't act like a crazed fan, I might get a souvenir out of them. "What're you planning on doing today?" Nick asked. Before I could answer, "Check out the city", Aaron had chimed in. "Wanna hang out with us?" Aaron asked. "That would be nice, but I probably shouldn't. I---" I hoped that they would be persistent, and I was willing to take the chance. I looked at Nick to see if I could read the expression on his face. "Really, it's okay. It'll be fun." Nick responded as I glanced at him. "Alright. This is really nice of you guys." I answered.
When we got to the lobby, all the concierge people waved goodbye, and a guy ushered us to a limo that was waiting for them. I'd never been in a limo, and I must have had a stamp on my forehead that said, "NEVER BEEN IN LIMO" because Aaron told me I could get in. "It's really cool. I'll show you what all the buttons do." Aaron said. "Do you want to call anyone to tell them where you are?" Nick asked. "No, I'm out of town, remember?" I said. "Right, but you don't want to tell anyone that you're calling from a limo with us?" Nick handed me the limo phone. "No, really. Nobody would believe me, and I don't think my parents would approve." I said. "Who cares?!?! Call them and tell them that you have an adult ushering you around or something. They can't do anything about it now, can they?" Aaron suggested.
I called my parents. We don't have an answering machine, and I must've let the phone ring 10 times before hanging up. In the meantime, Aaron and Nick had been taking pictures of each other and of me on the phone with a camera that Aaron had found in my backpack. When I hung up, I took a picture of the two of them. Nick affectionately wrapped his arms around his younger brother. Snap again! Nick took the camera and we all squished together as he outstretched his arm and took a picture of the three of us. We were giggling so loud, I almost forgot that I was a country boy, and they were celebrities. We drove around the city, and stopped at numerous toy stores, a music store, a clothing store, a specialty store, and a famous deli. Both of them spent hundreds of dollars. I bought what I could. I bought a Backstreet Boys keychain. I got a Curious George stuffed monkey because Nick said I was a curious country boy in the big city. Also, a limited edition import CD of Aaron's that I had never seen before, and a cool looking journal that had a place for a picture on the front. I later filled that spot with the picture of the three of us. Both Nick and Aaron left messages and signatures in the journal. At 8PM I wrote down everything about my entire trip up until then. This is the first time I have ever revealed the rest of the trip.
When we got back to the hotel, they suggested that I get anything from my room that I wanted them to autograph. I grabbed CD's, an undershirt, and a small pad of paper that had the seal of the hotel on it. I went on to frame the shirt and paper. Anyhow, I was nervous for the first time that day as I knocked on their door. Aaron answered the door without his shirt on. Nick was taking a shower, and Aaron was next in line. "Maybe I should go. I can come back when you guys are done." I said. "It's okay. Come on in." Aaron assured me. He turned on the television. "Besides, we have HBO, Showtime, and The Hardcore Porn Channel." Aaron pointed to the screen. I looked to see a close-up of a hard dick penetrating a tight, dripping wet cunt. As it zoomed out, a hunky guy with long hair was fucking a blonde bimbo doggy style. Her breasts were hanging down and bouncing in perfect unison to his thrusts. His balls slapped her pussy in the same fashion that her tits bounced. It was really mesmerizing. He removed it from her pussy, and then fucked her ass. That didn't last long, and he pulled out to release his semen all over her back. It was so mesmerizing that I hadn't noticed Aaron had removed his pants. "That was really hot." Aaron commented. I looked over at him to see he was only wearing white Fruit of the Loom briefs. They appeared to be brand new, but they were really restricting. When he removed his hand from his underwear, it was clear that he had a boner. "I always wondered if other boys wore briefs. So, I can assume celebrities jerk off now?" I asked. "Hell yeah! Of course we do. Nice choice Aaron." Nick overheard my comment and as he noticed what channel we were watching. "It's your turn, unless you want to watch more." Nick referred to the shower. "I'll watch more." Aaron decided. "Suit yourself." Nick answered as he dropped his towel. As much as I wanted to stare, instinct told me to look away. Nick sat down next to me, nude, as a locker room scene with three guys getting sucked off by cheerleaders appeared on the screen. Nick immediately grabbed his flaccid 5 inch pud, and quickly raised the flag to it's full length of 8 inches. "You can stare at my celebrity cock. I'll understand." Nick said. "Get comfortable." Aaron said, indicating that I could take my clothes off. I stared at Nick as I stripped down. When I got down to my thin, dingy store bought boxers, Aaron commented on them. "Old boxers. Don't you love it when they get all soft? My producers won't let me wear anything long enough to get soft. They say that if my pants ever get ripped off me or something, they want me to have absolutely clean underwear. They wanted me to switch to boxers, but I told them that I liked briefs because I sometimes get hard while on stage because I get nervous. That set them straight. They would rather the whole world see my briefs than the whole world see my pants tenting out during a concert. You ready?" Aaron said, indicating that he would take his briefs off if I removed my underwear. "Let's do it." I agreed as I pulled my waistband down. It was amazing. On my right was Nick Carter, going at his cock furiously with his ungroomed blonde pubic hair. There I was with my 5 inches in all its glory, and I hadn't even touched it. It must have been an eyesore, the brown hair, between the two blonde beauties. Aaron, on my left, had a small patch of blonde pubes, and his pencil-thin dick flared out into a big red head. It was just short of mine, probably about 4.5 inches. I looked up at the screen to see that they had zoomed in on one of the guys fucking one of the cheerleaders as a blurred background showed that one girl was getting eaten out, and the other was still sucking dick. As I watched for a few seconds, slowly jerking off, Aaron had crawled over to Nick.
He was licking and kissing Nick's pud. "You can do it when my neck gets tired." Aaron said as he placed about half of it in his mouth. When he got tired I took over. I put it in my mouth, approximately three-quarters of it, and just savored the flavor of his flesh in my mouth. My first blowjob was on Nick Carter's hardon! I tried my best. I fondled his heavy balls with my right hand as my left hand gently tugged at his pubic hair. I placed my tongue on every millimeter that his 8 inch schlong offered me. When he got close to cumming, it started to pulse in my mouth, and I tried to get more of it as he involuntarily gyrated his hips. He pulled out before he ejaculated, though, and his celevrity jizz was aimed and got all over Aaron's genitals. I instinctly sucked him off. He face fucked me. I deep throated him and his spunk went sweetly down my throat. It was thin and boyish.
We returned to watching the porn, and I started jerking off. As I got close, my hand was replaced by a warm, wet mouth and tongue. It swallowed every drop of pre-teen spunk I could offer. "Thanks Aaron." I said. "I would've started sooner, but I thought Nick was going to assist you." Aaron replied. "Hey, whatever. Thanks a lot." I said. "Josh, the only thing Nick and I don't really do is fuck. He won't do it to me. He says my hole is too small. We've been working on it, but it just isn't going to spread enough he doesn't think. I don't fuck him much either because my penis is too small to make much penetration." Aaron explained. "How about me? Am I too small?" I asked Nick as I attempted to sit on his pole. I stepped away and spread my cheeks to give him a clear look at my cherry. "You're kinda small too. But since you're older, and probably stronger, we can try." Nick said as he grabbed my hips and guided his rod towards me. He sat down on the bed, and I was sitting on his lap. I didn't feel the pain and pressure I had expected because I was in such a daze. I was in a dream world, thinking about how Aaron had swallowed my cum, and that I had already gone down on both of them and swallowed Aaron's load after having cleaned Nick's cum off of him. Nick fucked me slowly. He had full control. He placed his hands on my sides, and his large hands lifted me up and down. That is when Aaron sat down on my lap. He just sat down on my cock in one sweeping movement. There was no evidence of any pain from him either. I didn't control him, though. He just bounced himself on my cock in unison to Nick's lifting me. "I'm going to cum. Oh---I'm jiz---sploojing in your hole." Nick announced as he released himself inside me. I began masturbating Aaron as I clenched my cheeks down on Nick's still hard cock. As soon as I really felt the cum in my ass swishing around with Nick's cock, waves went through my body. The feeling had taken me over the edge, and I unloaded into Aaron's little Hershey cave with what was coming out of my cock. "SEMEN!" I proclaimed.
All of the sex had moved the clock to a few minutes short of midnight. Aaron and Nick autographed Aaron's briefs, and insisted that I wear them to sleep with them. They were very tight, and they felt great. I switched to briefs after that night. Anyhow, Nick slept on one side of the bed. Aaron and I fell asleep hugging each other. At around 5AM I woke up to Aaron caressing my face. We kissed and remained lip-locked until we got up at around 10AM. I took a shower with Aaron, who was more interested in kissing than cleaning, which was absolutely fine with me. I figured I wouldn't get any action like this unless I went to another concert. I wasn't sure I could afford it, though. If I didn't make it to another concert, I wouldn't be able to kiss a boy or have sex or anything until I get to college. When I got dressed, I didn't say anything. I didn't want to ruin any mood by saying something stupid. When I got to the door of their room I looked back at them. They were in a tearful embrace.
"Why did you invite me to do all this?" I asked as I looked at them. "When we met on the elevator, you didn't do the typical stuff. You didn't jump on us, screaming our names and asking for autographs. You told us we had a good show, and we liked that. We may never meet again, I hope you will contact us and we will be able to get you to another concert. We will always remember this concert, and you, Josh. The concert in New York City was a wonderful one, because of you. I love you." Aaron said. "We love you." Nick corrected. With that, I smiled and walked out.
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