Caution/Welcome. Aaron Carter is on tour again, his Winter 2002 tour, with the boys from Dream Street being one of his opening acts, and, when the lights are out, one of his closing acts. The following is a gay fantasy and does not reflect nor imply the real sexuality of these hot young singers. It is the fifteenth of stand alone stories in a series of Aaron Carter and Friends fanfic gay fantasies and chronologically follows the story "Frankie and Justin: Teen Lovers". It is also a crossover story which refers to an early story written by this writer about the Dream Street boys: "The Brewsters Celebrate Sadie Hawkins". 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, story suggestions and nude photos of the Dream Street boys can be sent to the author J. O. Dickingson at authorsix@hotmail.com
AARON: SWEET DREAM STREET
"Man, that was one awesome crowd tonight," observed Frankie as he sprawled out on one of the two Queen beds in the Mark Twain Downtown Hotel.
"Oh yeah, totally wicked," agreed Chris as he flopped down on the other.
"Except for the freaking screaming," observed Matt.
"Yeah, right. How do you feel about fans who scream like they did tonight?" Jesse asked, looking over at Aaron.
"To tell you the truth, I don't like it," Aaron responded. "It throws me off, even with the headphones. Like, it doesn't matter if I can't hear them, I still know they're doing it. When I can hear them, I want to yell back at them to stop screaming and listen to the music."
"Yeah. I wonder sometimes if they can even hear the lyrics," observed Greg, pushing Chris aside as he sat down beside him.
Aaron glanced at each of the five boys that made up the New York band Dream Street, his main opening act. It was Valentines Day, February 14. Frankie had just turned seventeen three weeks ago and Jesse was fourteen and ten months, seven months older than he was. The others, Greg, Chris, and Matt were sixteen. They were all hot looking in their designer casuals, and sprawled out around him in the suite they were staying in for the night, he felt like a sultan checking out his harem. Of all of them, he was particularly turned on by Frankie's dark good looks and by Jesse's sexy eyes and bulging package, though he'd be happy messing around with any one of them. To be honest, over the past two weeks he'd gone to bed each night imagining one or the other joining him, and more often than not, imagining an orgy with all five.
They had been on the road since January 25 and had just finished their fifteenth concert, this one at the Civic Center Arena in Peoria, Illinois. The arena was huge, designed to host hockey and basketball games and seating up to just over twelve thousand fans, and it had been packed. Tomorrow they were heading to Evansville Indiana, and the day after that North Little Rock, Arizona. It was a twenty-four-concert tour and in-store record signing promotion in twenty-one states. They were starting to get tired, and edgy, each for his own reasons. In the case of the Dream Street team, they knew something was brewing between their parents and their producers, something tense, and of course something to do with their contracts and money.
Exactly what it was they were not sure, but they could tell something was up, and this time it was serious. It seemed the more famous they became the more frequent the disagreements. For the five boys, that put a sour note on their tour. All they really wanted to do was to perform and to share their music with others. That was all they'd ever wanted.
There were also the promotion pressures, constantly having their publicist taking their pictures, constantly worrying you're going to pick your nose or scratch an armpit or your crotch just when a camera zooms in on you. One of their investors had even taken a video of them while they'd been changing for a performance. On top of that was the constant pressure about girls, every fan club and every teen tabloid constantly wanting to know if they were dating and what type of girl they liked and what they liked to do on a date. When you are on tour for six to eight weeks and between tours rehearing for the next one or working on your next album, and keeping up your grades in school besides, who has time for girls? There were many times they resented not being able to just hang with some friends and not having the opportunity to have a regular girlfriend. Besides, no teenager likes to be reminded he doesn't have a girl, never mind being asked repeatedly and then having it flashed across the country. Chris had once joked that he felt like telling them the type of girl he was interested in was one who put out, and his favorite activity on a date was humping a girl's brains out in the back seat of a car.
Any mention of girls immediately brought up thoughts of sex, and any thoughts of sex reminded the boys of their first sexual experience, a group orgy with four fans three months ago. That had been an event they would never forget and that had totally changed their lives, the way they looked upon others, at each other, and at themselves. Especially it changed the way they looked at the gay population. The four fans had been boys. It had been most disconcerting for Greg and Chris in particular, the two boys having had very definite ideas about sexuality up until then. Jessie and Frankie were dealing with it a lot easier, and Matt, who tended to be the quietest and shyest of the five, seemed to sway from one extreme to the other over the matter.
Aaron was touchy also, for many of the same reasons. There was no problem between his parents and agents. They were in agreement about his career. The problem was that they were both pushing, and pushing hard, too hard. He had only recently turned fourteen and there were many days he resented the pressures of performing, and of having to constantly be promoting his public image besides. Exactly what that image was supposed to be he was not sure, and that was part of the problem. At the age of ten he was the "prince of pop" and a cute little blond moppet, everyone's kid brother. Now at fourteen he was being groomed as the clean-cut but sexy, sassy teen. He was never sure just which he was supposed to project, the boy every mother wanted or the boy every girl wanted. He was getting more and more questions about girls compared to the past, which only served to constantly remind him that girls were not part of his future.
Unlike Greg and Chris who after three months were still having difficulty coming to terms with their first gay experience, Aaron had no regrets about his first experience, nor the many experiences since. After his experience at Pineview Farms, he knew he liked guys, and it was not long after that, that he accepted the fact that he was gay. His problem was being in the company of five hot, hormone-driven teenage boys twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week, much of it spent in costumes designed to accent their sexuality singing lyrics meant to arouse. Simply put, he hadn't had sex with another guy since his night with his brother on the sixteenth of last month, which was practically four weeks ago, and he was horny as a toad.
The boys' conversation was interrupted by a knock on the door. "You did get something from the Dream Street Dream Beat Fan Club," the boys' co-producer, Louis Baldonieri, said, handing the boys a large envelop, "just as you said you might."
"Thanks," said Frankie, taking the envelope. He glanced at the others, and they glanced at the envelope and then at Aaron.
"A special fan club?" Aaron asked as the door closed.
"Ah, yeah, you could say that," responded Frankie.
"With the thousands of Valentine's cards we've gotten, and the hundreds today alone, I'm surprised they spotted this one," observed Jessie.
"So you answer some of your fan mail yourself?"
"Not anymore," responded Chris. "We used to, but it got to be too much."
"We still like to open some and see what the fans are saying though," said Greg.
"You must get a ton of mail," observed Matt, addressing Aaron.
"Oh yeah. I got a whole team opening the letters and sending back autographed pictures or whatever," Aaron replied. He snorted. "They aren't really even autographed," he said with a hint of regret, "just copies of the single copy I did sign. They do pass on the occasional really special letter though," he added, glancing at the large envelop Frankie was still holding. The others noticed, and squirmed uncomfortably. "Well, I'm in your way," Aaron announced as he got to his feet, having been sitting on the chair by the desk. "I'll let you read your special card."
"Hey, no, you don't have to go," Jesse responded. "It's nothing."
"Nothing?" retorted Aaron. "Pretty important nothing to have asked it be brought to you, and for you to keep glancing at it and each other for the past five minutes. I might be younger than all of you but I'm not stupid."
"Nobody said you were stupid," Chris responded. "Don't get so damn up tight."
"I'll get up tight if I fucking want to," Aaron replied as he headed for the door, realizing what he'd just said didn't make any sense at all.
"Because you're the big star?" asked Greg.
"I am the main act," Aaron replied as he opened the door. "And don't forget it," he finished, stepping into the hallway and slamming the door behind him.
His room was two doors down, the parents of the five New York singers having the two rooms between them. He was sharing his room with his mother.
That was another problem. He couldn't even have a decent jerk in the bathroom knowing she was only feet away. Deciding it was best his mother not see him in his present mood, he continued down the hall. He heard a door open behind him and he wondered if it was his mother, or one of the other parents or crew members, or one of the Dream Street boys.
"Aaron!"
It was Jesse. Aaron took several more steps before deciding he could not very well claim not to have heard him, and that there was no point in avoiding him in that they were going to constantly be in each other's face. He stopped and turned around.
"Hey, what's up?" Jesse asked, catching up to him.
"What's up? You know damn well what's up," he snapped.
"Why so angry?"
"You wanted me out of there. So I left. That's all there is to it," Aaron said with a shrug.
"We didn't want you to leave."
"Fucking right you did. I'm not stupid," Aaron responded, practically in tears he was so angry.
"Not because of you."
"Because of your precious Valentine card."
"Yeah."
"So if that's more important than a conversation with a real person, go enjoy it."
"The guys want you to come back."
Aaron was about to retort that they should have thought of that before, but he hesitated. He did not want to be angry with them. He wanted just the opposite. He knew that was the reason he'd exploded the moment it had happened. He'd blown up out of the frustration of wanting them and knowing he never would. The big fuss over the valentine was proof that they'd never consider anything sexual with a guy. He nodded and followed Jesse back to their room.
"Hey, we're sorry about what happened," said Frankie as Aaron and Jesse stepped into the room.
"Yeah, really," agreed Chris, as did the others.
"Hey, my bad too," Aaron replied. "I shouldn't have taken it personal. You got every right to be interested in your fan mail, and you're better than I am for caring so much about one of your fan clubs. I couldn't even tell you the name of one of mine."
"Well, this is not your typical fan club," Jesse responded, and the five boys looked at the still unopened envelop laying on the desk.
"Go on, open it," said Matt, looking at Frankie. "We're all dying to see what's inside it."
Frankie glanced at Aaron, and then at the others, and the other three members of the band nodded agreement with Matt. He carefully ripped the envelope open and removed a single sheet of paper, evidently a Valentines card from the Internet printed on a color printer. They gathered around. It was a picture of a naked, well-endowed man holding a heart-shaped, lace-fringed pillow, with the message, "My heart isn't the only thing throbbing when I think of you." At the bottom was written, "Roses are red, violets are blue, when we stroke our dicks, we think of you." It was signed "Thanks for the hot Sadie Hawkins night, Bobby, Benny, Brent and Brett."
"That's the Dream Street Dream Beat Fan Club," explained Frankie. "The entire club."
"The entire club?" asked Aaron, and the five nodded. "Four guys?" They nodded again.
"That's why we were hesitant about opening it while you were here," Chris explained.
"You think it's some sort of joke or scam?"
"No, they're real. Very real," replied Greg.
"You sound certain."
"We've met them."
"Really?"
"Oh yeah, really."
"So . . . well . . . ah . . . are they gay?" he asked, the card and the poem certainly suggesting they were.
"The twins are, the oldest, Brent and Brett. Don't know about the other two brothers."
"They like messing with guys anyway, all four of them."
"How old are they?"
"The twins were fifteen when we met them. They're sixteen now."
"Bobby is twelve and Brent is fourteen."
"We played for their high school Sadie Hawkins dance last November."
"It was payment for a bet we'd lost to them."
Aaron looked at the card. There was one question he was dying to ask, but he didn't know how to ask it.
"We did," said Frankie.
"Huh?"
"I know that's what you were wondering," Frankie said. "Having sex with them was part of the bet too."
"We had no choice," Chris added quickly. "It was that or they were going to reveal things about us that would have ruined our careers."
"So now you know everything," Greg observed, clearly not happy with the revelation, not because they'd decided to reveal their secret to Aaron, but because what that secret was.
"Yeah, so now you know," observed Jesse.
"And now you know why we asked to be brought this card in particular," said Frankie. "We figured they'd send us something like this."
"You can see why we didn't want our publicist or parents to see this."
"You won't tell anyone, especially your mother, or our parents, will you?"
"You're the only one we've told."
"Hey, of course not, your secret's safe with me," Aaron responded. He glanced at the five boys with mixed feelings. That every one of them had had sex with another guy was beyond his wildest dreams. That they evidently had done so reluctantly was a crushing disappointment coming seconds after Aaron's glimmer of a hope that he might have a chance to do something with at least one of them. He thought for a moment, the boys assumed about them, and decided to take a chance. "I got a secret of my own," he confessed. "I've had sex with a guy too." After their revelation he was willing to go that far. He wasn't willing to tell them he was gay, not with their evident attitude.
"Really?" asked Matt.
"Yeah."
"Well," observed Chris with a sigh of relief, "looks like we got more in common than we realized."
"What did you think of it?" Jesse asked cautiously, studying Aaron's face for a clue what he was going to say, and any hint if he was not being totally truthful.
The look on Jesse's face and the tone of his voice gave Aaron a clue what Jesse's own opinion was about his experience. From the almost pleading look in his eyes and the hint of hope in his voice, it was clear to Aaron that Jesse had liked it, or at least was neutral about the experience, and was hoping Aaron was feeling the same way. If he hadn't been gay, he might have missed the clues. Being that he was, and glad of it, he did not have to consider his response.
"It was cool actually," Aaron responded, deciding if he was right about Jesse, being honest could open up some opportunities between the two of them. Hiding his feelings certainly wouldn't be to his advantage, though he knew he was putting his neck out considering that the other four did not seem to share his opinion, a fact that could prevent Jesse from speaking honestly.
"Yeah?" asked Frankie and Chris together, the two boys not the only ones surprised but the first to voice it.
"Sure," Aaron responded, thinking back to his reasoning when he'd tried to figure out his attraction to guys back during his tour with the A-Teens, which he knew now was the wrong reason for his enjoyment but was a logical sounding reason he could use when confronting the straight crowd. "You guys got regular girlfriends, girls you know well enough to let you fuck them?"
"No," the boys said together as Aaron knew they would.
"You know what it's like," Greg continued, "being on the road, having to do your school work and your singing practice every day. Who has time for girls never mind getting to know one well enough she'd let you in her panties?"
"Exactly," agreed Aaron. "That's my point. We don't get no satisfaction," he said, quoting a phrase from an old song, the name of the artist escaping him at the moment. "So we're super horny, and having an arena full of girls screaming at your every move and swooning with your lyrics for two hours, makes it all the worse, unbearable actually. So we get it off with a guy. That's no big deal. He likes it. You like it. It feels good. You're not horny anymore. At least not as much."
"Yeah, that's a good way to put it," observed Frankie.
The six of them sat there staring anywhere but at each other. All of them felt better having come out. Well, having revealed their experiences anyway, at least two of them adamant they were straight, but they were still uncomfortable looking each other in the eye. Lying about their conquests with girls, or at the least describing their favorite fantasies, came naturally. Talking about having sex with other guys did not. Aaron suddenly snorted.
"What's so funny?" asked Jesse.
"I wonder how many guys there are out there on Valentines night talking to each other about the hot gay experience they've had."
"Not many, I'd guess," observed Matt with a chuckle, "unless they're . . . horny." He was going to say gay, but caught himself before he did. The others chuckled, but they all were thinking the same thing as Matt had almost voiced and the implications that had about each of them. They once again sat there in silence staring at the floor and the walls, staring anywhere but avoiding eye contact each other.
"So, ah, are you horny tonight?" Frankie finally asked, looking over at Aaron.
"Oh yeah," Aaron said enthusiastically, immediately realizing he was sounding too eager, which would cause the others to wonder about his sexuality. "Actually, I'm always horny," he continued with a chuckle, trying to cover his true feelings up.
They all chuckled and observed that they were also. They sat in silence again for several minutes, each thinking the same thing, none of them willing to speak up.
"So," said Jesse softly, "if you're horny, you wanna do something?"
"Sure," Aaron responded quickly, too horny to play coy, and too eager to mess around to let this opportunity slip by. He immediately realized he should not have been so quick with his answer from the silence of the others. "Why not," he continued, trying to save the day, and his own reputation. "When a guy is horny, he has to get relief somehow."
"Right," the others chorused, some, Aaron noticed, more eagerly than others.
"So, shall we just pull our dicks out, or shall we get naked?" Aaron asked, taking the lead.
The boys glanced at each other. "Why not get naked?" Frankie finally responded for the five of them with a shrug. "That way we don't have to worry about getting cum stains on our clothes."
"Right," Aaron responded. "There's nothing more difficult than explaining to your mother how you got those salad dressing stains in your underwear."
The boys laughed, and after a moment to see who would go first, they began to undress with Jesse taking the lead. They had stripped down to their underwear in front of each other plenty of times as they'd changed costumes back stage or in arena dressing rooms like tonight, but stripping down in a hotel room and knowing what was going to follow was totally different. The boys glanced at each other as they slipped off their T's and stepped out of their jeans, and they felt a growing excitement tensing their bodies not unlike the feeling they got as they were about to step out on stage, a combination of apprehension and of eager anticipation that caused their blood to speed up.
In the hopes that they might do something, Aaron had put on a pair of Budweiser print boxers in the hopes the design would give a hint that he was wild and willing. Jesse, he noticed, was also wearing print boxers, his having motor bikes emblazoned across them, and he wondered if he'd chosen them especially for tonight in the hopes others might see them. Of the five boys, he seemed the most eager to do something, and the most comfortable with having done something in the past. Of course that could just be his imagination and wishful thinking, Jesse being the youngest in the band and just eight months older than he was, and, in his opinion, the sexiest of them all.
That wasn't to say the others didn't look hot. Frankie looked particularly sexy in his black Tommy Hilfiger boxers which matched his handsome, dark looks. Matt looked sexy too, being the only one of the six to be wearing briefs, a navy blue with white polka dots. Aaron loved the way his pocket was filled out and could not wait to see what treasure was inside. Greg and Chris were both wearing plaid boxers, Greg a red and brown plaid and Chris a plaid of various shades of blue.
"So, how we gonna decide who does what with who?"
"I think that's what with whom," advised Greg with a grin.
"Could be who does whom with what?" Jesse said wittily and the boys all laughed, because it was funny, and because they were nervous.
"Too bad we don't have straws or we could pull straws."
"We could go by who has the largest dick," Frankie suggested.
"Oh sure, as if we don't know who has the biggest cock," responded Jesse who had the smallest of the five guys in the band though he'd noticed with delight that over the past couple months it had been growing at a remarkable rate.
"We could let Aaron decide," suggested Chris. "It is his show."
"How about the guy who gets boned up first decides who gets it and how, and then the next guy to get it up, and so on?" suggested Aaron.
"Great idea."
So the six boys pushed down their underwear and stepped out of them and began to fondle their dicks. None of them wanted to be the last to get stiff, figuring the faster a guy got hard the more of a man he must be, so all six concentrated on what they were doing and on the arousal stimulating their dicks, and they tried to think of the dirtiest, sexiest thing they could to help along the process. Aaron thought about getting fucked by his big brother Nick the week before he went on tour, and then about his birthday party, and wished that he'd brought the milking machine he'd gotten from David for his birthday with him. It would be awesome to be hooked up to any three of the guys sitting and standing there wanking their semierect dicks and playing with their balls. Of course he hadn't brought it. It was too risky his mother finding it, the two of them having to share a room on this tour as if they were paupers. He wondered for a moment if it was to save money, which from what he and Nick were raking in was totally stupid, or if it was because she didn't trust him even though she'd be sleeping in the room next door. Those thoughts weren't helping get him erect. Pushing them aside, he thought about the peter beater milking machine again. Now explaining what it was, and what he was doing with it, would be a major problem he thought with a smile!
The Dream Street boys were thinking back to their first gay experience, the hot night they'd spent with the Brewster brothers. That had really been a night of mixed emotions. Already angry because they'd been blackmailed to perform at their high school dance, they were looking forward to having sex with the four boys like a person looks forward to having a root canal. The four brothers were just as expert in the sex department as they were in getting what they wanted however, and although they were participating against their will, the five singers found themselves not just enjoying their first experience, but left wanting more.
Aaron was the first of the six to get hard and he claimed his prize, to get his cock sucked by Jesse. Those sensuous eyes and seductive lips had him aching and the image of the hot blond fourteen-year-old sucking on his dick is what he'd had on his mind when his dick had risen to full attention. Laying down on one of the queen beds on his back, he watched the others pulling intently on their now almost erect dicks for second place. Jesse was next and Aaron wondered if the thought of sucking his cock is what had done the trick. Laying down on Aaron's right and in the opposite direction, he looked back at Aaron with an impish grin and recalling his first experience three months ago, said he wanted Aaron to bring him off by finger fucking him. Aaron had been hoping that Jesse would come in second and that he'd suggest they sixty-nine, but to be honest, he was happy to be able to do anything with him, even fuck him with his finger.
Frankie was third, and announced with a lustful glance at the fourteen-year-old that he wanted to fuck Aaron's ass. Looking up at the thick, veined six-and-a-quarter inch cock jutting out above the seventeen-year-old's large, hairy balls, Aaron could not wait to feel it inside him. As he knelt down at the foot of the bed and Aaron obligingly wiggled down so his ass was at the edge of the bed and his feet on the floor on either side of his would be fucker, Chris announced that he was hard and wanted Aaron to suck him. He immediately straddled the hot young singer and knelt down on the bed with his back to Frankie and with a leg on either side of Aaron. Greg was the fifth to get hard and announced he wanted Aaron to jerk him off as he stepped up to the bed on Aaron's left. Matt, the last of them to get his up, studied the tangle of boys on the bed, trying to decide where he might fit in. Laying down on Aaron's left, he squirmed down and announced that he wanted Jesse to jerk him, Aaron's two hands and both orifices being taken.
Raising his head, Aaron asked that someone put a couple pillows under it, and as Greg and Chris obliged, he looked down between Chris's outspread legs as Frankie shuffled into position. "I got a tube of KY in my pants pocket," he advised, knowing that even as hot as he was feeling, it was going to be difficult for the two of them to unite without some lube with a cock that thick.
"KY?" asked Chris.
"It's a good lubricant," Aaron advised.
"You carry a tube of lubricant around with you?" asked Jesse in surprise, looking up at the blond singer with his big green eyes.
"You never know when you might need it," Aaron responded. "Some pussies are tight," he added as a lame cover-up.
"Good boy scout, always prepared," joked Matt and they laughed, but Aaron wondered if they had believed him, and the rest were wondering if he'd been truthful.
Finding the tube in one of the pockets in Aaron's cargo pants, Greg returned to the bed with it and Aaron nodded toward Frankie. Taking the tube, Frankie squeezed out a bit on the fingers of his left hand and smeared the clear lubricant on his knob and over his shaft. He felt strange standing there greasing his cock up in front of everyone. It somehow seemed to accent what he was about to do, making the decision seem more final even though it always had been. It was difficult to explain, but somehow lubing his cock made what they were about to do seem more planned also even though it certainly had not been. He was about to replace the cap when Aaron asked for the tube.
Smiling at Jesse, he lubed up his middle finger and then turned his attention back to Frankie, along with everyone else. The horny seventeen-year-old singer placed the tip of his lubed cock against Aaron's pucker, and holding his stiff cock by the base, he slowly pushed forward. Aaron instantly relaxed and opened up his sphincter. Between the lube and the eagerness of the two boys, Frankie had little difficulty getting his knob inserted up Aaron's rectum despite the fact this was his first time. He paused to enjoy the pleasure of having a hot, moist asshole surrounding his knob and to let the irritation around the rim to subside before pushing his hips forward and sinking his cock up Aaron's rectum. It would never do to come prematurely and look like a looser in front of everyone. He had figured that of all the things two guys could do together, fucking a guy's ass came the closest to doing something with a girl. He'd never fucked a girl, but if he was right, then it had to be awesome because having his dick up a guy's hot, moist ass was totally wicked. He slowly eased his cock back out and sighed with the exquisite pleasure. He paused again, determined he would not shoot off despite the desperate urge to do so.
Aaron watched as Frankie sank his thick, veined cock back up his ass, and his cock jerked and wagged excitedly much to the amusement of the others as the seventeen-year-old sank his organ into him and slowly withdrew it again.
Unable to wait any longer, Jessie twisted around and snuggling up closer to Aaron, he raised himself on his right arm and bent over his crotch. His first sexual experience had been getting a bone by having his ass finger fucked and then sixty-nining with the youngest Brewster brother. The fourteen-year-old singer had not admitted it to anyone, but he'd totally enjoyed the experience, getting sucked off and sucking off another guy. When he'd sucked off Chris later that night he'd pretended to be doing so under duress, but in reality he was delighted to have the opportunity to suck his big cock and drink down his cum.
Aaron's dick, now just under five inches and just slightly longer than his own despite Aaron being eight months younger, was uncircumcised, but in its erect state the skin had slid back off the knob and formed a collar just behind the knob. Sticking out his tongue, Jesse ran it over the swollen glans. It was hot and firm and slightly salty. He quivered as he felt the tip of Aaron's greased finger stroking his asshole, and then trembled as he felt Aaron's finger tip press against the sphincter and slowly begin to enter. It was a delightful feeling, and he licked Aaron's thick shaft eagerly, hoping to bring him as much pleasure as Aaron was going to bring him. As Aaron's fingertip reached his prostate, Jesse inhaled deeply, inhaling the fragrance of Aaron's sweaty balls which made his stiff dick ache all the more. Aaron evidently was no novice at finger fucking as he stopped there and gently massaged his prostate, causing his stiff dick to jerk excitedly.
Telling Chris to shuffle forward a bit and then to squat down, Aaron stuck out his tongue and ran it from Chris' balls down along the cord to his asshole. Surprised and finding the act perverse, Chris squatted down a bit more and shuffled forward still further, giving the horny fourteen-year-old a better position to rim him. It felt wild having the hot teen singer rimming his asshole, and his cock jerked up and down excitedly in arousal and in anticipation of the blow job he was about to receive, though at the moment he was in no hurry.
Meanwhile Aaron reached over with his left hand and reached up for Greg's stiff cock, which at five-and-three-quarter inches was the second shortest of the five boys that made up Dream Street. As he slowly began to stroke it, Aaron wondered when the teenager had first jerked off, and how he'd found out about it, and if many others had wanked him. Matt meanwhile slipped farther down the bed and as he twisted around and gave Aaron's chest a large lick, he felt Jesse reach down and slip his fingers about his stiff, aching cock. As Jesse began to slowly pump his fist up and down his cock, sending thrills up the length and through his body, Matt snuggled closer to Aaron and nibbled on his left teat, causing the blond fourteen-year-old to squirm with the combination of pleasure and arousal.
And so the six boys humped, sucked and jerked, the six of them quivering with the ripples of pleasure pulsating through their young teen cocks, and the six working their mouths, fists and anal sphincters to bring pleasure to their partners. Frankie eased his hips back and forth at the foot of the bed, working his thick cock in and out of Aaron's tight asshole as Aaron worked his middle finger in and out of Jesse's tight hole. Both he and Jesse constricted and relaxed their sphincters in time with the penetration and withdrawal, both delighting in the pleasure of having their anal rings stretched and their prostates massaged. Frankie inhaled and exhaled deeply and wondered if a girl worked her cunt when she was fucked like Aaron was constricting and relaxing his sphincter, and wondering if it really was so wrong for a boy to find sexual pleasure with another boy.
As Jesse slipped his mouth over Aaron's knob and began to go down on his aching, itching dick, he began to pump his fist, working it up and down Matt's throbbing cock as Matt eagerly licked Aaron's left nipple, causing it to become hard. Jesse sucked gently on the tube meat of the young singer as he slowly slid his lips up and down the shaft from the flanged knob to the hairy base. He had no idea how sensitive Aaron was, but if Aaron was anything like him, it would not take much to get him off. In case that was so, he kept his lips away from the rim of his glans. He had over the past three months come to realize that he loved to suck cock, and to be finger fucked, and to be able to do both together was the hottest experience there could be. Wanking off Matt was an added bonus.
Matt had mixed feelings about guy-guy sex. He had been brought up with the belief that it was wrong, morally and legally. He'd also been brought up with the belief that guys who liked other guys were effeminate and weak. That was where it was confusing. Nobody could accuse any of the Dream Street guys of being effeminate or weak, and Aaron certainly didn't come across as a fairy, though he was definitely a mother's boy from the way his mother was always hovering around him. He himself certainly wasn't queer, yet he had enjoyed getting off with the Brewster brothers, and he was enjoying being wanked off by Jesse at the moment. As for licking Aaron's nipples, well, everyone else was doing something with him and he figured he had to also, and Aaron's nipples were the only things left. He knew from fiddling with his own when he jerked off alone how good it felt, and he could only imagine how it would feel to have someone licking and sucking them. Aaron certainly seemed to be enjoying it because his nipples were both hard, and each time he ran his tongue over one of them Aaron squirmed and twisted his chest.
Chris had shuffled a bit back and Aaron now was running his tongue up and down the length of his stiff cock, which was just a bit shorter than Frankie's and the second largest of the six boys. Like Matt, Chris was having mixed feelings about what was happening. He'd sucked and been sucked that eventful night three months ago and knew how great it felt to have a hot, moist mouth sucking and working up and down your stiff. He had rationalized three months ago and was rationalizing now that just because a guy got aroused having sex with other guys, and just because it felt good, it didn't necessarily mean he was gay. It just meant his cock was feeling good. Hell, guys got horny and jerked off for satisfaction, and getting sucked off was a hell of a lot better than doing yourself in the can. As for the kisses he and Greg were exchanging, that didn't mean anything either. They were good friends, and they were making each other feel good. There was nothing wrong with that.
As Aaron pumped his fist up and down Greg's throbbing cock and Greg exchanged kisses with Chris, Greg was feeling exactly the same. He'd jerked off plenty of times, sometimes several times a day. That was only natural for a healthy sixteen-year-old boy. Up until three months ago those jerk off sessions had been in private and had mostly been with fantasies of fucking or being sucked by one of the hot fans he'd seen in the audience, or more often by any number of hot female celebrities he'd gotten to know. Since meeting the Brewsters, those jerk off sessions he and the guys used to do in private were now done in each other's presence. It seemed silly to have to hide what they all did and they all enjoyed. To his surprise, he'd found jerking off along with the others had been highly erotic. He had to admit that getting his cock jerked off by someone else was even more enjoyable than doing it himself along with the gang. As for kissing another guy, that had been an impromptu act and just seemed like the thing to do. They were friends after all, and they were having a group orgy. It wasn't as if they were lovers.
Aaron was having no difficulty accepting what was happening. He opened and closed his sphincter in time with Frankie's thrusts, enjoying feeling the seventeen-year-old celebrity inside him. At the same time he sucked on Chris's cock, enjoying giving the hot five-foot-six, sixteen- year-old singer a blow job as much as he was enjoying being fucked. As he worked his lips up and down the length of Chris's throbbing cock, he worked his finger in and out of Jesse's asshole, knowing the pleasure his finger was bringing the hot green-eyed fourteen-year-old. The fingers of his other hand were tightly wrapped about still another cock and he thrilled with the strength of that solid tube of flesh and with the way it throbbed in his hand. He knew exactly how Greg was feeling. At the same time he squirmed with the stimulation of his nipples as Matt licked and nibbled on one and then the other causing ripples of pleasure to pulsate through his chest as Frankie's cock caused similar ripples to pulsate through his asshole and Jesse's mouth caused ripples of still another pleasure to pulsate through his cock. He could feel the hot, throbbing pulse of the cock in his mouth with his lips, and the cock in his left hand was throbbing just as hotly, as was the hot, moist rectum his middle finger was fucking. It was totally fucking awesome.
The hotel room was filled with the sounds of hot, passionate sex, with the labored breathing of the six boys as they approached their climaxes. The pounding of Frankie's hips and the pistoning of his thick, lubed cock in and out of Aaron's asshole was accompanied by the thumping of pounding fists, Jesse's and Aaron's, and the pistoning of Aaron's middle finger in and out of Jesse's greased hole. Along with the heavy breathing was the slurping and sucking of five mouths, Jesse and Aaron going down on hot, pulsating cock, Matt lapping and sucking on Aaron's irritated teats, and Chris and Greg eagerly sucking face as they approached their climaxes. The six formed a tangle of pulsating, grunting, gasping boys, a multi-legged and multi- armed monster with six hot, throbbing cocks about to explode.
Frankie thrust his hips to and fro as rapidly as he could as he felt the pressure building in his loins and the itch around his dickhead become unbearable. Jesse bobbed his head up and down Aaron's stiff five-inch cock as his own cock jerked and throbbed from the massaging of his prostate, and the fact it was untouched made the itch so unbearable the fourteen-year-old blond wanted to scream. Matt felt his nuts begin to contract and he knew any second now Jesse would be pumping a hot, shooting cannon. He attacked Aaron's nipples savagely as his cock itched and burned with the anticipation of ejaculation. Greg and Chris were gasping and panting also as they felt their climaxes approaching and the two sixteen-year-olds wrapped their arms about each other and kissed passionately, sucking on each other's lips as they felt the pressure in their groins rapidly approaching their peaks. Aaron wanked and sucked and finger fucked and worked his fucked asshole open and closed and squirmed with the sweet irritation of his nipples. His entire body itched and felt like it was about to explode in five different places.
It was no surprise Aaron was the first to come, and he gave Jesse a muffled warning seconds before he blasted. His cock throbbed hotly as shot after shot erupted from his body and Jesse swallowed the thick, gooey cum as fast as it shot into his mouth. At the same time Jesse's balls constricted and he began to shoot his load over the naked body of the boy he was sucking off, streamer after streamer lacing Aaron's heaving chest. Seeing the two boys cumming, Frankie thrust his thick cock deep up Aaron's ass and began to throb out his seed, shooting it deep up Aaron's hot, throbbing rectum. Matt thrust his hips upward as he began to shoot also, and he clamped his lips down on Aaron's left teat as his cum squirted out over Aaron's body, lacing his thighs and his smooth butt with his streamers of cum. Greg and Chris came also, Chris throbbing his thick, creamy cum down Aaron's throat and Greg spattering Aaron's face, his hot cum shooting out in a rapid volley of shots which stuck in globules in the young singer's blond hair and oozed down his cheeks and his nose.
The room was filled with the fragrance of hot cum and the six boys gasped and grunted loudly and uninhibitedly as their young nuts contracted and they shot out their thick, voluminous juices. Frankie quivered as he shot his seed deep up Aaron's ass as Chris trembled with his release, his thick cum filling Aaron's mouth. Closing their eyes in ecstacy as they shot their wads, Jesse and Aaron drank down the hot boy cum filling their mouths. At the same time Matt and Greg groaned with their release as their hot, hard bones throbbed in the now sticky hands that had jerked them off. Six hot, horny boys gasped and grunted with the pleasure of their orgasms, and the pleasure of having brought someone else off.
The boys finally disentangled and sat down on the bed around Aaron. Frankie's dick, shining with KY and streaked with his cum and the moisture from Aaron's anus began to droop and he sat there staring at it in a dazed delight as he marveled at the pleasure of his first piece of ass. Jesse sat up and looked down at Aaron, and the two smiled, both savoring the tart flavor of cum coating their tongues and the inside of their mouths and sharing in the knowledge of that exquisite taste. Matt sat up as Chris and Greg sat down on the bed, all three boys flushed from their hot ejaculation, their dicks still dripping with cum and still erect. Aaron looked from one to the other in a daze, Frankie's cum having shot deep up his now empty rectum, Chris's load now in his stomach, Jesse's streaking his chest, Matt's streaking his thighs and butt, and Greg's dripping from his fingers and spattered in his face, his own cum dripping from his still erect dick and from Jesse's chin. He closed his eyes and inhaled the fragrance of cum and boy sweat. This was a dream come true, and the tour was only half over.