Caution/Welcome. It is March 5, 2002, the last day of Aaron Carter's winter tour. Dream Street has packed up and left and Aaron is faced with returning to the Keys and months of rehearsal for his next album, and with brother Nick on the road with the Backstreet Boys with no foreseeable outlet for his sexual needs. It is in that frame of mind that he spots a hot seventeen-year-old fan in the front row and as he recalls Jesse McCartney's description of a hot session he and the other members of the Dream Street boy band had with four of their fans, Aaron begins thinking and the heat turns on. This is a gay fantasy written for Chad, a loyal Dickingson fan, that was promised fourteen months ago. It does not reflect nor imply the real sexuality of Aaron Carter. It is the eighteenth of stand alone stories in a series of Aaron Carter and Friends fanfic gay fantasies and chronologically follows the story "Aaron and Jesse". If you do not like reading gay fantasies about teenage boys or celebrities, this is where you stop and hit the back or delete key. This story is posted at free gay adult story sites for the purpose of adult entertainment. Permission is not given to copy electronically for the purpose of redistribution or posting at sites other than described without the permission of the author. Comments and story suggestions can be sent to the author J. O. Dickingson at authorsix@hotmail.com Comments to Chad will be forwarded with reader's identification removed unless otherwise requested. All lyrics are copyright of Aaron Carter.
AARON AND CHAD: A FAN'S DREAM
It was a grey, blustery day in Sioux Falls that March Friday, typical spring weather in South Dakota with winter reminding everyone it was not yet ready to turn the reigns over to spring. The slate grey skies and the cold drizzle fit Aaron's mood. As much as he hated the grind of being on tour and living out of a suitcase, and sharing a room with his mom at the age of fourteen, he loved live entertainment. He loved to hear the fans screaming in response to his lyrics and moves on stage, and he loved to see them clapping and dancing to his music. That was a rush that only one other thing could beat.
That was the other reason for his sour mood. He hated the thought of going back to Marathon and the daily grind of school work and recording sessions for his next album instead of performing before live people, but even more he hated the fact that when he went back he would be back to his right hand for satisfaction. After the hot session he'd had with the Dream Street band, and the even hotter session he'd had with Jesse McCartney a week ago, solo sex was going to seem like such a bore. At least on tour there were opportunities for other avenues of satisfaction. Just a couple weeks ago Billy Gilman had stopped by to hear a performance, and of course for a photo shoot and some publicity for both of them. He was a great singer in his own field, and a hot looking kid, and it would have been fun doing a bit of exploring with him. Unfortunately it was a flyby sort of thing and there had been no time to even think about doing anything. Things like that took time. However, the opportunity could have been there, and now that they'd met. . . .
Take the hot session he'd ended up having with Jesse for example. He and Dream Street had been performing three weeks before the chance arrival of a hot Valentines card had set the tone for a hot evening of sex with the six of them, and then it had been a week and a half before he and Jesse had a chance to get it on for a wicked afternoon in San Diego. That was last Sunday. On the following Friday Jesse and his mom filed papers to leave the group and the following night after their performance in Las Vegas, he and Jesse had slipped away to have one final hot evening together, to celebrate Jesse's decision, his acceptance of his homosexuality, and their special friendship. The next morning Jesse and the others had packed up and left. Going out on stage always felt strange on the very last show of a tour. This time it felt even stranger.
Of course his fans had no idea what was going on in his head as they waited for his appearance. For one of those fans, whereas Aaron's future seemed boring at the least if not downright bleak, his could not be looking brighter. The grade twelve Canadian student was doing very well in school, his chance of going on to the university of his choice was high, and he was about to see Aaron Carter performing live. Who would have thought when he'd entered the contest to win an all expenses paid trip to one of Aaron's concerts that three months later he'd be in the front row of the Sioux Falls Arena with thousands of other excited, screaming Carter fans? It was a disappointment that Dream Street was not at the Empire Mall for a signing as had been originally planned, and would not be the opening act, but he did get an autographed picture of them. Of course he had no idea of the politics that were going on in their world, and his heart was pounding and his blood racing with just being so close to Aaron Carter and actually being about to see him performing live. When the lights dimmed and the band started and Aaron leaped on stage, he felt as excited as if he was performing himself.
For the next hour he was totally mesmerized by the hot, young singer, screaming and clapping and swaying along with every other fan, totally immersing himself in the music and the experience. He had been an Aaron Carter fan for years, and this was one of his dreams come true, to actually see the American singer in a live concert. He looked even hotter in person than he did in his pictures, of which Chad had hundreds. He belonged to dozens of Carter fan clubs and had read everything he could about the hot young singer, and he even had started up his own fan club, for boys only. That was another one of Chad's dreams, that he and Aaron Carter would get it on with each other. Chad was gay. He'd come to that conclusion several years ago, and was comfortable with it. He hadn't actually done anything with a guy yet, but he knew that was where his interests were. He had even confided in that fantasy with a writer who posted gay fanfic erotica on the net just a couple months ago. So, as Aaron performed on stage, Chad let his mind wander and his imagination soar.
Then I jumped on the table, this is what I said
People all around you gotta
(Come get it)
Everyone together sing it loud
(Come get it)
Jump all around come on
(Come get it)
As Aaron sang and danced, the young performer forgot about the cold sleet outside and his dismal future and concentrated on his performance. He loved to sing and dance, and he especially loved sharing his singing and dancing with others. He was an artist, and a performer, first and foremost. From the sales of his records and the crowds at his performances, he was evidently a damn good one besides.
I got a friend and I may just get him
Ready and a push with a mic in my right hand
Move you, groove you
Get something to dance to, if you want to
Step outside, come along, let's ride
Don't listen to the talk, take a walk on the wild side, Thinkin', talkin', clockin', everybody's shockin', and rockin'.
With the bright lights on stage and the dark arena it was difficult to see the audience, but he could hear them, and he knew he was performing well. As he moved closer to the edge of the stage, he looked out across the arena and smiled at the crowd of screaming, jumping fans. This was what being on tour was all about. This was what made the hours of rehearsal and the lonely nights in hotel rooms worthwhile. The majority of the fans in the audience were close to his age, and the majority girls, though there were a number of boys. Every time he saw a boy he wondered if he was a date or a brother of one of the girls, or if he was a real fan. Then he spotted the boy right in the centre of the front row. To be in the front row you had to be a very dedicated fan, or have connections. He stood out from the others. For one he was a boy. For another he had a sexy, sultry look about him with his hazel eyes and blond-brown hair. For a third, he was older and taller than the girls around him, in his mid to later teens and at least five-foot-eight. Aaron looked directly at him and lowered his hand to his crotch.
Say boomity boom boom, boombastick
Fun fun fun, funtastick
Swing the nation
Cause a sensation
Or good vibration.
Chad swung to the music as if in a trance. It was as if Aaron was looking right at him, not just in his direction, but right at him as he sang, as if he was singing right to him personally. It was so wicked. The hot teenage singer was causing a sensation, and a good vibration all right. Chad felt his dick beginning to swell, but he didn't give a damn. Let it. It felt good. He wished Aaron was close enough to see it. Of course he knew Aaron wasn't, but the way he was getting turned on his dick felt a foot long and burning hot. It throbbed in time to the music.
Aaron concentrated on the boy's narrow, swaying hips. To Aaron boys had such sexy hips compared to the broad beams of girls, even teenage girls. Of course he could not see the tent in Chad's shorts from where he was, but he could tell the guy was turned on from the way he moved and from the look on his face, a look of arousal and ecstasy, the type of look Aaron imagined guys having when he jerked off. The guy was wearing a pair of tight Adidas shorts and a sexy shirt, deep blue with white spots that looked like it was made of silk. The top three or four buttons were undone, revealing a smooth, nicely tanned chest. Aaron envied that. Performing and practising in doors seven days a week, he was losing his Florida tan.
As the first half of the show was about to end, one of the stage crew approached Chad, and to his surprise, told him Aaron would like to say hello during the break. He could not believe it as he followed the stagehand past the security guard and down the backstage corridor. This was totally unbelievable. As the guy knocked on the door to one of the dressing rooms and then opened it and motioned for him to step inside, he wanted to pinch himself. Finding Aaron standing there in the midst of changing into his next costume, Chad's heart was racing so fast he would not be surprised if he had a heart attack.
"Hi," Aaron said with a smile. "I spotted you in the audience and you looked like you were having such a great time I wanted to say hi, and thanks for coming to my show."
"Ah, I'm afraid my hand is rather sweaty," Chad said as Aaron offered his. His hands got sweaty and clammy when he was nervous.
"Hey, so's my whole body," Aaron responded with a sparkle in his deep brown eyes as he took Chad's hand.
"Oh yeah," sighed Chad, and then realizing what he'd said and even more so, how he'd said it, he began to blush.
Aaron repressed a smile. Now, if that meant what he thought it meant, and if the guy was hot enough. . . . "You are enjoying the show?"
"Oh fu-, ah, yeah, I'm enjoying it a lot, it's so totally awesome," Chad stammered. Shit, he'd almost cursed, in front of Aaron Carter. He felt so awkward. "So, like you just saw me in the audience?"
"Yeah. You don't mind if I keep changing do you? We don't have much time between halves."
Mind changing in front of him? He had to be kidding! "No, not at all," Chad responded as Aaron finished unbuttoning his shirt and removed it. Oh God, this could not be happening! He had to have passed out in the arena and was having a hallucination. If he was, he hoped he'd stay out for a while yet. Realizing he was standing there staring, he struggled to find something to say.
"So this isn't part of the contest?"
"Contest?"
"The contest I won, to come see your show. I thought maybe this part was in the fine print and I didn't notice it." That was like so highly unlikely. When he'd gotten the notice that he'd won and the particulars how to claim his prize, he'd read it over like a million times until he had it memorized, every single word.
"Oh, no, I didn't know about any contest," Aaron responded, stepping out of his tattered blue jeans and putting on his baggy camouflage cargo pants. He glanced out of the corner of his eye to see if the older teenager was interested, and from the look on his face he definitely was, very interested, and he was making no effort to hide it. "So are you from Sioux Falls?"
"Oh heck no. I'm not even from South Dakota. I'm from Ontario. Canada."
"Thought you had a strange accent. I performed in Ontario once."
"Yeah? Cool."
"You're a long way from your home then."
"Yeah. Part of the contest was to pay for my airfare here and my meals and my accommodation overnight."
"Cool. Where are you staying?"
"Next door actually. At the Ramada."
"Yeah? Hey, so am I! You with friends or family or something?"
"No, just me."
"Say, maybe, if you're interested, we can get together later, after the show."
"Yeah? Oh man, that would be like, so awesome!"
"Later then," said Aaron. "Sorry to cut this short, but I gotta go get my make up on."
"Hey, no problem. It was great asking me back stage." As Aaron stepped to the door so did Chad. They were practically touching. Totally on impulse, partly because they were so close, and because he wanted to thank him for inviting him backstage somehow, Chad suddenly leaned forward and kissed him, a quick kiss, but one on the lips. The moment he'd done it his heart sank. That was like so dumb! Aaron would probably have him tossed out of the arena, maybe even arrested. Well, he didn't care. He couldn't pass up the opportunity, and he'd have been kicking himself for the next month if he hadn't taken it.
"Hey, most guys thank me with a handshake," Aaron said with a wide grin as he opened the door and they stepped into the corridor. The stage hand was waiting to escort Chad back to the front of the arena. Even though Aaron had joked about it, as Chad headed down the hallway he was sure he'd just screwed up his chance of a visit from Aaron that night, but the kiss was worth it. "Hey!" Aaron suddenly called, stopping and turning around. "You never told me what room number."
"One fifteen," Chad replied. Aaron was still interested! Chad was so elated his feet never touched the floor all the way back to his place in front row centre, section BB.
The second half of the performance was even more awesome than the first. This time each time Aaron looked in his direction, Chad knew he was looking at him. When he wasn't grooving with the music, he was thinking about that kiss in the dressing room, and how sweet Aaron's lips were, and what Aaron had said and what he'd said, what he wished he'd said instead, and what he wished he hadn't said, or done. The kiss had been hot, but it was going to make meeting again awkward. Why the hell hadn't he just cooled it! Of course if Aaron had been upset about it he wouldn't have asked for his room number. Just maybe, just really maybe, he'd liked it too. Now that would be so wicked! So, for the next hour and then the short walk back to his hotel, Chad soared from euphoria to kicking himself a dozen times over.
Arriving back at the hotel, he wondered what he should do, if he should shower and change, or what. When he'd kissed Aaron, Aaron had smelled of a mixture of sweat and cologne or deodorant or whatever he was wearing. It had been so hot and he could still remember the erotic fragrance. He'd remember it for the rest of his life. He raised his right and then his left arm and sniffed under them, and then rubbing his left pit, he sniffed at his fingers. He didn't stink. He went in the bathroom and checked himself out in the mirror. The shirt and Adidas shorts he'd selected because they were comfortable, and his favourites.
Deciding he needed some snacks or something, he went down to the store in the hotel lobby and bought a large Pepsi and some chips. He knew everything there was to know about Aaron, but suddenly he couldn't remember what his favourite drink or food was. The more he concentrated the less he could remember. Damn! Returning to his room, he went down the hall and got a bucket of ice. It was going on to eleven. He hoped he hadn't missed Aaron when he'd gone to get the soda and chips, or the ice. He should have thought of that, dammit!
The minutes ticked by. Eleven. Eleven ten. He probably wasn't coming. Damn. He'd really screwed up kissing him. How stupid could he have been! He could have had Aaron there in his room. They could have had a good conversation, but no, he had to go give in to his stupid fucking hormones. He bet Aaron had gone straight to a sink and had washed his mouth out. He bet he had no intention of being in a room with a fucking faggot. The question about what his room number was had been just to throw him off. Maybe to assign one of his body guards in the hallway to keep an eye on him. He thought he'd read somewhere that Aaron hired bodyguards. Fuck, this was the best night of his life and the worst.
Just as he was about to give up, there was a knock on the door. Or was that wishful thinking? There came a second knock! Inhaling and exhaling deeply and rubbing his clammy hands on his shorts, he walked over to the door and opened it. It was Aaron!
"Sorry I'm so late. It took forever to get out of the arena, and then I figured I'd better shower before I came to see you."
"You didn't have to."
"Oh yeah, right, you like hot sweaty bodies, I forgot," Aaron responded with a smile and a twinkle in his deep brown eyes, causing Chad to flush again. "So, you gonna invite me in, or should we take a chance and suck face out here in the hallway?"
"Oh, yeah, geez, I'm sorry, yeah, com'on in," Chad said, getting even more flustered.
"You know, about that kiss ."
"It was hot."
"Yeah?"
"Oh yeah. When I saw you in the audience, I figured you were really groovin' it, but when you kissed me, I knew that you were. That was even better than I'd dreamed what might happen."
"Than you dreamed? You geez! You have no idea how many times I've dreamed doing that with you!"
"Really?" Aaron said with a grin. "Cool." He looked around. "Your room's pretty much like mine, even the same colour sofa and chair and walls, except we got twin beds. I'll be so glad to get back to Marathon and my own room. It's a fucking pain sleeping in the same room as your mother."
"Yeah, I could imagine."
"That's the other reason I'm late. My mother had like a major cow about me coming to see you. You know, all the security crap about not knowing you, as if you were going to kidnap me or something. But she finally gave in. She usually does," he observed with a smile.
"So, ah, sit down," Chad said, gesturing about the room to sit wherever he pleased. "You want some chips, or a soda or something? I couldn't remember what you like."
"Remember?" Aaron asked, sitting on the sofa. It was small, redwood or something with black cushions with huge lemon and orange coloured circles or flowers or something.
"From the fan sites."
"Oh. Well, most of them you can't totally believe anyway. You got the Pepsi right, though I drink other stuff too. As for snacking, I usually have Fruit Roll-ups or Jolly Rancher Lollipops if you'd really like to know."
"Oh yeah, I remember reading that. Damn!"
"Well, the lollipop I was planning on sucking on tonight was of a different type, unless you happen to be a happy rancher."
"Right now I'm a happy student, the happiest there could be." Chad could not believe how forward Aaron was. Was he really coming on to him, or was it just the way entertainers talked? He stood there awkwardly, wondering where he should sit. He'd like to sit beside Aaron on the sofa, but that would be so obvious, and the sofa so small. He could sit on the edge of the bed, but that would be uncomfortable, and the chair, well, that seemed so formal, and with the corner table and lamp between them they'd be too far apart for anything to happen. He sat on the sofa, at the very end next to the wooden arm.
"I'm glad you are," said Aaron, sliding closer to him. He was used to people being in awe with him and him having to take the lead, though what he had in mind this evening was not something he'd even thought about until nine months ago. "So, you've had sex with a guy before?"
"Actually, no," Chad confessed. "Where I come from being gay isn't exactly popular. You've messed around with guys?"
"Yeah. My first time was last summer. Well, except for this time I got stranded in a blizzard, but I was just a kid then, and what we did I didn't even think of as being sex." He realized he was babbling. He did that when he got nervous. "So, you got condoms?" he asked. They had not said anything about sex, but hey, the guy had kissed him, and now he was in his room, just the two of them.
"No. I don't."
"There has to be a drugstore open if you want to get some. All the guys I've had sex with have been clean, so you don't need to worry, I'm safe."
"Well, being that I've never been with anyone, I certainly am."
The two boys looked into each other's eyes and leaning forward and closing them, they slipped their arms about each other and their lips met. It was a longer, more passionate kiss than the one in the dressing room. Chad's cock responded immediately and he could not believe how hot one kiss could make him feel. Their lips parted and met, parted and met. As Aaron slipped his hands under Chad's shirt, which he was wearing outside his shorts, Chad slipped his hands under Aaron's. Aaron was wearing a pair of pale blue jeans that extended down to his knees, and a short-sleeved Nike T-shirt. Their kisses became more passionate as they began to massage each other's back.
Pulling off Aaron's T, Chad caressed his firm deltoids as he resumed kissing the hot young singer and Aaron unbuttoned the last two buttons of Chad's shirt to expose his smooth chest. Slipping off the sofa, Chad knelt before Aaron and kissed his collar bone, and then the hollow of his neck and the top of his smooth chest. He continued planting little kisses as he worked down the centre of Aaron's chest and then across to his right nipple.
His hormones racing, the horny teenager kissed the tender protuberance gently and then ran his tongue around it, and finally over it. Aaron squirmed with arousal. The seventeen-year-old fastened his lips to the sensitive bud and sucked on it, like a babe sucking his mother's teat. As he ran his tongue over it again, he felt Aaron's nipple grow hard in his mouth. Licking the now hard protuberance, he felt a thrill ripple through his body when Aaron squirmed, knowing the pleasure and arousal he was causing. Kissing his way over to Aaron's other nipple, he began to nibble on it, causing Aaron to squirm with even greater agitation.
"Oh yeah, oh fuck yeaaaahhh," the fourteen-year-old singer gasped. "That feels so fucking hot." As Chad continued to lick and suck on his irritated nipples, Aaron slipped Chad's shirt off and passionately massaged his shoulders and the top of his back.
Chad caressed the young pop star's lower back, and arriving at his belt, a black leather with a gold cross-link chain, he unbuckled it and unbuttoned the top of his jeans. Drawing down Aaron's fly, he slipped his hands inside Aaron's knee pants and the fourteen-year-old raised his hips so the older teen could ease them down. Chad drew them right off along with his socks, leaving Aaron in his red plaid boxers and oak bead necklace. As he got to his feet, Aaron immediately reached over and quickly pulled down his Adidas shorts, revealing a sexy pair of black speedos underneath. As Chad stepped out of shorts, Aaron drew off his socks so the boy was left standing there in his speedos and his tube necklace.
Moving over and laying down on the bed facing each other, the boys continued to kiss and caress, running their hands freely over each other's body, stroking each other's back, chest, and thighs. Chad cupped Aaron's package and thrilled at the heat, and as he gently squeezed the flesh inside the fourteen-year-old's underwear he was rewarded by a sigh from the younger teen. Aaron reached around and caressed the seventeen-year-old's buttocks, and then slipping his hands inside his speedos, began to push them down. Chad immediately assisted by raising his hips, and as Aaron pushed them on down and off, he lay there totally exposed to his teen idol. Aaron cupped his large, hairy balls and rolled them in their loose sack, and he kissed and licked Chad's nipples at the same time, brushing the crest of his dirty blond hair across the older boy's chest and rubbing his smooth cheek against his naked body. At five-foot-eight and a hundred and thirty pounds, Chad had a nice build and Aaron delighted in caressing the older boy's body and the fine,blond-brown hair of his lower arms and calves.
Chad slowly reached down and began to tug on the younger boy's dick, grasping it at the base and pulling up on the foreskin like he was milking the flaccid organ. He was cut himself and enjoyed playing with the loose skin covering Aaron's dickhead. It did not remain loose long, Aaron's dick quicky filling out until it was sticking five inches up in the air above his hairless balls. Chad slipped his fingers around it and slowly began to draw Aaron's skin up and down over his knob. Aaron meanwhile had been playing with the seventeen-year-old boy's dick, delighting in having it stiffen in his hand, and now delighting in the force and hardness of his six and a quarter inch cock.
The two boys worked slowly and quietly, concentrating on bringing each other pleasure and on the delightful throbbing between their own legs. Aaron loved cock, and he slipped his fingers up and down the older boy's larger organ almost reverently. At the same time Chad slowly jerked Aaron's smaller pecker, delighting also in the size difference and recalling when his was that short and slender. They both soon began to approach their orgasms, and without saying a word, they both wrapped their thumb and first finger about each other's stiff, aching cock just below the knob and squeezed, cutting off the circulation, and the sensation of wanting to squirt.
Just laying there quietly and allowing themselves to cool down, the two boys waited a long time before they began to caress each other again, their skilful fingers tugging on each other's still stiff but no longer aching cock as they once again kissed gently. It was beautiful, kissing each other softly and tugging on each other's rock-solid cock. They slowly brought each other to that peak not just a second time but a third.
Reversing directions, the two boys nuzzled each other between the legs like two puppy dogs, inhaling the nutty fragrance of each other's testicles. Holding Chad's stiff, aching cock by the base, Aaron ran his tongue up the shaft and over the knob and quivered with the delight of licking the sexy-looking teenager's cock, while at the same time he felt the older boy licking his. Chad felt exactly the same as he sucked on his teen idol's stiff prick and inhaled the fragrance of his balls. They swirled their tongues over each other's blood-engorged knob, and as they paused to prolong the delight they thrilled with the sensation of their wet cock heads exposed to the air. They ran a tongue down each other's shaft and back up, licking the other's cock like it was a lollipop. For Aaron this was the best lollipop there was, and if he could, this was the lollipop he'd suck for a snack every day, though that was not something he'd be able to tell his fan clubs.
For Chad this was a dream come true. He could not believe he was sucking on the cock of his teen idol, the idol of millions of teens and preteens across the country. He'd even read where mothers wished they were fourteen again as they swooned over the pop star along with their teenage daughters. Those mothers would be shocked if they knew what their daughter's teenage idol really enjoyed. That Aaron was enjoying it there was no doubt.
His hot moist lips worked up and down Chad's shaft and over his knob as if he was mouthing a cherry lollipop, and this being Chad's first time, it was in fact a cherry. That was not lost on the fourteen-year-old as he eagerly and hotly devoured the boy's now aching cock.
As for Chad, sucking on Aaron Carter's cock was the dream of thousands of gay teens and preteens around the world, and the dream of probably just as many gay men. It did not matter if someone else had already sucked the fourteen-year-old. Aaron's cock was his now, all his, and he was planning on enjoying it a long time. He inhaled and exhaled slowly through his nose so he could keep up the suction on the fleshy tube in his mouth and still get the oxygen he needed. He had fantasised about this hundreds of times, but fantasy could come nowhere near reality. It was so totally wicked, having the teen star of millions sucking on his cock, and sucking the cock of America's hot teenage heartthrob at the same time. Far too soon he felt the tension developing deep in his groin and he prepared to warn Aaron he was going to squirt. Although it had only been eight months, Aaron was truly experienced. He knew the signs, and before Chad could say anything, he clamped his lips firmly about the seventeen-year-old's cock just below the knob, cutting off the desperate need to squirt. He remained like that until he was sure it was safe, and then the fourteen-year-old star continued to work his lips up and down the solid bone, arousing the subdued snake once more. Noticing the tremor in Aaron's stiff cocklet, Chad assumed that was the sign the boy was about to come, and he duplicated Aaron's actions, slipping his lips up the shaft to just below the knob and then biting down hard with his lips. Aaron gasped, and snorted and quivered with delight.
"Oh fuck yeah," he sighed, letting Chad's cock slip out of his mouth for a moment. "That was fucking awesome. You did that fucking perfect!"
Chad trembled. It was so wicked hearing Aaron Carter cursing just like a normal guy. The two caught their breaths and resumed sucking, delighting in being both the sucker and being sucked, both delighting in the throbbing and growing arousal pulsating through their groins and up their stiff dicks, and delighting in the knowledge they were bringing the same awesome pleasure to their partner. That was the joy of sixty-nining, enjoying both sucking and being sucked with the same intensity. Their mouths filled with cock-flavoured saliva and they swallowed it, causing them to quiver with the growing desire to shoot their loads. They brought each other to a second peak, and again cut off the desperate urge to shoot.
"I won't be able to hold back a third time," Aaron advised, "though I wish we could do this all night."
"I know what you mean. I'm so horny I want to burst," responded Chad. "As much as I'd love to keep doing this, there is no way I'll get past a third round."
And so the two teenagers, one seventeen and the other fourteen, one a solid A grade- twelve student, the other a home-schooler with honours marks also, one an internationally known singer and the other known only by his circle of friends and family, lay there side by side in a hotel room bed in the Ramada Inn in Sioux Falls South Dakota enjoying an act enjoyed by thousands of gay teens across the country. Each sucked on the other's cock, desiring to bring his partner as much pleasure as his partner was bringing him, and each squirming with the powerful irritation between his legs. Once again the tension grew in their loins, building tighter and tighter, but this time they knew there would be an end.
When that end came, the two boys exploded violently. Chad shot his thick, copious load into Aaron's eager mouth with such force and volume Aaron could not take the creamy load all at once and Chad's cum oozed out of the corners of Aaron's tightly pressed lips. Aaron similarly blasted out a thick, creamy load, and although he'd only drained his nuts a few days earlier with Jesse in Las Vegas, he was young and healthy and his nuts were filled with his boy cream once again. Like Chad, he came too violently for the teenager to swallow all his cum, especially this being his first time, and the overflow oozed out from the corners of Chad's lips and down around his chin in a perverse goatee.
For Chad it was his first taste of cum, and he was surprised by its tartness and sweetness, the flavour reminding him of a green apple. It was different and totally delicious, and he eagerly swallowed the thick, slimy boy juice squirting in his mouth. It was far from the first time for Aaron, but it was just as delightful as he swallowed Chad's hot, thick cum. He trembled as he felt it oozing down his throat, and the thought of thousands of Chad's sperm swimming down his throat caused him to ooze out still more of his own sperm-laden cream. The two boys continued to suck on each other's cock long after they'd stopped squirting, sucking out now the exquisite marrow of each other's hot bone. At long last they parted, and twisting around so he was facing the same way as Chad but on the opposite arm, Aaron smiled at the older teenager.
"That was fucking great," he sighed.
"It sure fucking was."
The two boys kissed, softly and gingerly, their lips tasting of each other's cock, their breaths smelling of each other's cum. They curled up in each other's arms and they talked about how great what they'd just done had felt, how awesome it was to come, and how glad they were gay. Chad talked about his plans, his hope to enter the faculty of engineering at Guelph, his apprehension about leaving home and living in a strange city, and of going to university. Aaron talked about his plans also, the album he was putting together, the tour that was already being set for the fall, and the plans his mother and agent had for him to have a tour in China in 2003. The two boys, three years apart and from very different backgrounds and with very different futures, shared one thing in common, being gay. Actually, they shared a second, a hot night of sex in a hotel room in Sioux Falls South Dakota, a night that had only begun.