Caution/Welcome. Having given Brandon Hargest, one of the singer/dancers in his opening group Jump 5 on his fall 2002 Rock, Rap and Retro tour, a bad case of hot nuts and a perpetual boner, and then having caused him to cream his underwear, Aaron plans a cure that will solve both of their problems despite the fact that the young teenage performer is as straight as they come, and a devout Christian besides. This story does not reflect nor imply a real event nor the real sexual orientation of these two hot young performers. It is the twenty-fifth of stand alone stories in a series of Aaron Carter and Friends fanfic gay fantasies and chronologically follows the story "Aaron and Brandon: The Seduction". 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. Lyrics are copyrights of Jump 5. Comments and suggestions for other cures for perpetual erections, teenage and otherwise, can be sent to the author J.O. Dickingson at authorsix@hotmail.com
AARON AND BRANDON: THE CURE
Having creamed his boxers in Aaron's hotel room, the result of an exceptionally vigorous and erotic massage by Aaron, Brandon had been relieved to find nobody in the showers when he got back to the room he occupied with his mother and sister and only other male performer on the tour, Christopher Fedun. He went straight to the bathroom before anyone could smell the spunk on his body or see the damp stains already beginning to appear in the crotch of his red fleece jogging pants. Pealing off his sticky blue and white striped Joe Boxers, he unrolled a wad of toilet paper and frantically tried to wipe off the inside of his underwear, but by then most of his load had soaked into the cloth. Panicking, he didn't know what to do. He could wash them out in the sink but then they'd be soaked and how could he explain that! He could wash them and wear them wet but that would be uncomfortable, and besides, he had to change costumes and Chris would notice. He could wear them as they were and hope they'd dry, but that would be even more uncomfortable. He rolled them up and decided he would toss them in with the costumes for the laundry after their performance and hope their condition would not be noticed.
Stepping into the shower, he glanced down at his sticky, damp groin. His semierect cock glistened with its coating of his juice and his hairs were wet and pasted together with glossy smears like he'd attempted to gel them. His testicles had descended again and were smeared with cum. Turning the water on full blast and adjusting the temperature until it was as hot as he could bear it, he lathered up his fingers and ran them over his crotch. He had never felt so unclean, physically and morally. He scrubbed his chest, stomach and thighs vigorously and lathered and rinsed his hairs repeatedly. He hesitated to touch his penis but he had to clean it. Lathering up his fingers, he transferred the soap to his organ and his testicles. Why had it happened? What was wrong with him? All Aaron had done was give him a massage. Why had he boned up, and then had an emission? He knew the story of Onan and how he had spilled his seed on the ground and God had killed him for it. It was in the very first part of the Bible, Genesis. He knew of Mathew and Luke and Leviticus and all the others who warned of the uncleanliness of emissions. That had been a major focus of bible study just around the time he had reached puberty.
Having had an ejaculation was bad enough, but to have done so because he was being touched by a guy, that was major! How could something like that happen? He was a good boy. He did whatever his parents told him and he lead a good, Christian life. He read the Bible and followed God's Word. He and the others even prayed before they went on stage, and he didn't know about the others, but he prayed that he'd do well so as to entertain the audience and make them feel good. Was this some sort of test, like God had tested Lot and Job and the others? God did seem to do that a lot. But why him? He was just a kid, a kid who liked to perform and to have an impact on other's lives, a good impact.
"Brandon? Brandon!" Brandon slowly became aware of his mother calling his name. "Leave some hot water for the rest of us. You've been in there an hour!"
An hour? Had it really been that long? He rinsed himself off and stepped out of the tub. Drying himself off, he carefully ran his fingers over his testicles and rolled his limp penis between his thumb and fingers. He slowly brought his hand to his nose and inhaled. All he could smell was the fresh, clean scented soap. At least the stench of his sin had been washed away.
Two doors down Aaron was in the bathroom too, sitting on the toilet and sniffing his cum-soaked underwear. He wished it was Brandon's boxers he was holding and sniffing instead. Why hadn't he been thinking? He could have suggested Brandon leave them there and he'd take care of getting them cleaned. It would be so fucking wild jacking off and sniffing Brandon's cum-drenched boxers. He loved the fragrance of cum, of sweaty balls, of boy sweat, of boy sex. In that way he and Brandon were total opposites. However, like Brandon he had the dilemma of what to do with his soiled underwear. Having no choice and hoping his mother would not notice, he added them to the dirty clothes to be laundered along with the daily laundry of his costumes.
He stepped into the shower, having delayed washing the cum from his body for as long as he could, and as he lathered up, he thought of Brandon. Of course he boned up. He closed his eyes and imagined he and Brandon showering together. He imagined Brandon reaching down and soaping up his stiff dick, running his fingers over his balls, rolling them in his soapy fingers. As he ran a soapy hand over his chest, he imagined washing Brandon's chest, rubbing his nipples. He'd gotten Brandon's nipples hard that afternoon. Fuck, that was so fucking hot massaging him with his top pushed up to his pits and his jogging pants down at his ankles. It was freaking wicked feeling his nipples getting hard, getting hard because of his caresses, sweet innocent Christian boy that he was! And that tent in his boxers. Oh fuck, he had to have a big one! Aaron imagined slipping his hands inside the fly of those blue and white striped boxers, grabbing the tent pole and stroking it. He wondered if Brandon was cut or uncut. It didn't matter. He loved cock either way. As he felt his balls begin to tighten and the pressure beginning to build in his groin, he recalled how hot it had been massaging Brandon's thighs, and how wicked it had been when Brandon had shot his load in his boxers, and how hot it was creaming his own underwear. Aaron threw back his head and gasped in ecstasy as his thick, teen cum spurted from his throbbing cock and sprayed the tiled wall of the shower. It was so fucking hot being a guy!
Brandon's self-consciousness was evident to everyone that night. Oh he put on a good enough performance and didn't mess up, but you could tell he was having difficulty focussing, and that his routine was off. And, also obvious, was that he was especially uncomfortable in Aaron's presence. He was constantly glancing over at Aaron but the moment Aaron began to look his way he immediately looked elsewhere, and if he began to glance over at Aaron and noticed Aaron was looking at him he'd immediately flush a bright red. When Aaron was performing and he was waiting backstage, he looked everywhere else except at the young performer. His behaviour was so obvious that both Mrs Hargest and Jane Carter asked their sons after the performance if something had happened between the two of them that afternoon, and if anything was wrong.
Of course Brandon quickly said there was nothing wrong and was especially emphatic that nothing had happened. If his mother found out what had happened he would absolutely die, but he knew there was no chance of that happening. There was no way that Aaron would reveal what had happened to him. At least he was pretty sure he wouldn't. Aaron was likely just as shocked as he was, and just as disgusted. So perhaps he would tell his mother, perhaps out of concern for his physical or mental well-being, there obviously being something wrong to have been aroused by a boy and to have ejaculated like that. Even more likely he would tell because of his disgust. He and the others had been told Mrs Carter had been particularly emphatic about the moral behaviour of Jump 5 and her expectations before giving them the contract. Aaron didn't seem anywhere near as pure and innocent as she and all the press made out. He didn't even have a Bible never mind read it. Even so, he wasn't into smoking or drugs and although he'd been talking a lot about girls and in a sexual, demeaning sense, that wasn't exactly unusual for a fourteen-year-old, or for a fifteen-year-old for that matter. He certainly was no perv that was into guys! Every performance he'd bring one of the girl fans up on the stage. A queer wouldn't do that.
Aaron similarly avowed that there was nothing wrong, and that all he'd done was show Brandon some of his routines and they'd tried a few of them. Having raised four girls and two boys, Jane Carter knew when a story was being presented too emphatically, but short of interrogating Brandon, she knew she had no way of disproving Aaron's story, and knowing how Aaron and Nick collaborated, she had no doubt if the boys were up to something they would have made sure their story was straight. Besides, she knew her son, and she knew that although he was mischievous, he was not a bad boy. Most likely what had happened is that the boys had gotten into a tiff about something. Teenage girls certainly did, all the time. Likely it was something about Brandon's performance. Other boys were jealous of Aaron's abilities, and that he was the main act, and they did not take criticism from him well, especially him being younger than them, and it would be like her son to offer his advice.
Aaron hoped Brandon remembered that he'd told his mother that they were going through some of his routines, just in case his mother and Brandon's checked stories later, which he knew mothers do. He also hoped Brandon was not feeling so guilty he'd do something stupid like tell his mother he'd shot off a load while he'd been giving him a massage. No matter how embarrassed and guilty he felt, surely he would not say anything about that!
On the other hand, he knew how deeply religious and moral Brandon and his family were. He and the rest of Jump 5 even prayed before going on stage! Having shot off a load had to be really messing up his mind, and especially having shot off while a guy was giving him a massage. That would be catastrophic if he told. Fuck, his mother watched him enough as it was. If she figured he was messing around with guys she'd put him on twenty-four hour guard. He remembered the fit she'd had when Nick had been arrested that time in the nightclub at the beginning of the year. Her reaction to him messing around with a guy would be ten times as bad. He worried all night, and even though Brandon's mother didn't approach his the next morning, it didn't alleviate his fears.
Brandon avoided him all that day, and his performance that night was even worse than the night before. He was not only definitely off his routine, but it was especially bad in Aaron's presence, which worried Aaron even more that his mother would do some of her probing, something she did well, to protect him of course, though he suspected also protecting herself. Though not as bad as some, she was a stage mom, and his manager.
The next day as they flew to San Juan Puerto Rico, Aaron noticed his PR agent, Mike Ryan, was watching him, and not only that, but that each time he caught him, Mike quickly flushed and looked away. Of course he had to have noticed the problems Brandon had been having. Aaron wondered if his mom had talked to him, maybe suggested Mike talk to him about Brandon. That would be like her. Mike had over the past weeks become a father figure to the three boys on tour. Well, he was a bit young to be a father figure. It was more of an older brother model, there to offer advice, to listen.
A sudden thought came to Aaron. Maybe his mother had asked Mike to talk to Brandon. Maybe he already had, and Brandon had confessed what had happened. Brandon could do that. He was so damn religious and pure, and Mike would be like a priest to him, hearing his confession. Oh fuck! Did Mike know what they'd done? Was that why he was looking so uncomfortable and embarrassed? Was he thinking what sort of pervert he was, seducing a straight boy like Brandon and the two of them creaming their underwear? Aaron's heart sank. He liked Mike. He liked him a lot. He was like a brother, sort of taking Nick's place while they were on tour. He'd hate to think Mike thought he was a perv or a fag or something. Of course it wasn't like Mike to look down on someone for any reason, and especially for being gay. He was too cool for that. It all had to be in his imagination. Mike was just concerned about him, worried that there had been something between him and Brandon, not something sexual, but a fight or something. That was much more like Mike, to be concerned about him. As tempting as it was, Aaron avoided looking over at Mike for the rest of the flight, afraid he'd catch Mike looking at him, afraid what he might see in Mike's eyes.
Arriving at Puerto Rico, the two boys were so busy setting up for their performance and practising their routines they had no time to think about that afternoon in Wantagh. They were all so pumped up for the performance they all put on one of the best performances of the tour, much to the relief of their parents and managers.
Their next performance was not until the eighteenth in Manchester, New Hampshire, giving the performers a two-day break. Mainly that was because they had not been able to book another performance, but in part it was because the tour was winding down and they needed the break, something which the adults believed was confirmed by Brandon's difficulty, and nobody could deny the wear was beginning to show on all of them. Besides, what better place could the young performers be given a bit of a holiday and a reward for their hard work on the tour than on the beautiful tropical island of Puerto Rico?
Their parents had arranged some organized time for them, like a tour of the ancient Spanish fortresses in Old San Juan, and a tour of La Fortaleza, which was once a fortress and was now the Governor's Palace. Of course given that they were all performers, that first free evening their managers had arranged for them to attend a musical performance featuring the Caribbean island's unique folk dances and music, including a medley of jibaro music, a combination of Spanish, African and Taino Indian music that had them all keeping time with their feet and fingers. Several of the songs were sung by a handsome Hispanic boy playing the cuatro, a five- string guitar unique to Puerto Rico, and for a brief time Aaron's mind was focussed on a boy other than Brandon. The rest of their break was dedicated to laying on the beach and swimming in the ocean, and given the eighty plus degree weather, it was a welcome diversion for the adults and young performers alike. To the relief of their parents, Brandon and Aaron seemed to have gotten over their difference or whatever had happened, and in that they were right. It is very difficult to maintain your anxiety on a tropical island and in the company of good friends.
"Oh mannn, this is awesome," sighed Brandon as he stretched out in the shade on the beach and reached for another Doctor Pepper.
"It sure is," agreed Aaron as he glanced around. He meant laying around soaking up some rays on the beach and swimming in the ocean, two of his most favourite pastimes in the world having been raised in California, Florida and now the Keys, and just relaxing and enjoying the exotic West Indian atmosphere of the tropical island, just as Brandon had meant. Equally as awesome though were the scads of scantily dressed Hispanic boys in bikini swimsuits and tight Speedos with their smooth, swarthy skin and dark, sexy eyes and wickedly trim bodies. He glanced over at Brandon and licked his lips as he debated making the next statement. It was a wonderful afternoon and he did not want to spoil it, but it was something that had to be said some time or another, and he was not going to achieve his goal, which in a few days would be impossible, if he didn't make a move now.
"So, you've gotten over the, ah, surprise of the other day," he observed cautiously. The two of them were laying alone on the beach, the adults having retreated for the lounge in their air-conditioned hotel or the mall and the others presently playing beach ball or in the water.
Brandon's face immediately clouded. He had been enjoying himself and had gotten over his anxiety, but he'd never totally put that afternoon out of his mind. It was especially difficult whenever in Aaron's presence, and the simple question brought all the worry and anxiety back. Like Aaron, he did not want to talk about it, but he knew he had to if he was going to come to terms with what had happened and move on. "I don't know if I'll ever get over, ah, that," he responded quietly.
"Hey, don't sweat it. It happens," Aaron replied, smiling in empathy.
"I just don't understand why it did. I mean I wasn't thinking about girls or anything. And I'm not gay," he added quickly and firmly.
You didn't have to be a genius or a psychologist to pick up on Brandon's defensiveness and bias. Anger and hurt flashed up inside Aaron. Brandon might not be gay, but he was, and there wasn't anything wrong with that, nothing at all! Besides, two guys could have a sexual experience together with having to be gay. He and Vinicius had way back when they were ten, and two days ago he and Brandon had, of sorts. As he rose up on his arms, he was all the more determined that they would have another experience together, a more intimate one, and he would show the holier-than-thou prude just how good sex between guys could be!
Initially he'd simply been horny and had pursued the innocent fifteen-year-old for no other reason than to get himself off and because Brandon was the most likely to help him do that. As he began to pursue that goal, he slowly realized that he'd be seducing a naive, not to mention straight, fellow performer and that idea got him all the hornier and gave him even more impetus. After the two of them had filled their underwear, the idea of getting it on with Brandon grew even stronger, the surfacing of Brandon's sexual side giving him hope. Now, he had the added motive of showing the fifteen-year-old that there was nothing wrong with two guys enjoying each other's body, and that was a strong motive.
"Well, hey, you were as tense as a snare drum. It's no surprise you exploded. I mean, we're flesh and blood and hormones, right?" Brandon slowly nodded. "To be honest, I see you're still boning up." Brandon could not deny that. It was happening. "I think what you need is something more intensive than a massage," Aaron suggested carefully.
"Something more intensive?"
"You masturbate?"
"No," replied Brandon sharply.
He said it so quickly Aaron wondered if he was one of those guys who felt guilty about it and so lied, or if he really was so pure. Either way it did not bode well for what he wanted to propose, and from the emphatic denial Aaron momentarily considered dropping the entire conversation and his entire project. It would take a little checking out and it could be risky, but he could probably find a hot Hispanic boy to get it off with him. Actually, the sight of all the hot Hispanic boys on the beach having gotten him hot and knowing his chances of getting it on with Brandon were rapidly becoming fewer and fewer with only four shows left, ultimately strengthened his resolve rather than weakened it and he pressed his issue. "And you've never had sex with anyone, girls or guys."
"Of course not." Not every teenager was a sex maniac and a deviate. In fact most weren't.
"Then it's only natural what happened. A body has to have some release."
"Yeah. I know about wet dreams." This was embarrassing, but Brandon was eager to solve his difficulties with his errant penis, and to put to rest the incident in Aaron's hotel room.
"Yeah, wet dreams are nature's way of providing that release of sexual tension. But sometimes it takes more than that."
"More?"
"Yeah." Brandon's blank look of innocence caused a twitch in Aaron's Speedos. God, he was so innocent! "You know," Aaron said with a leer as he cupped his fingers and jerked his fist.
"Masturbate?" Brandon whispered with a gasp.
"Yeah."
"The Bible says that is wrong."
"It does?"
"Well, it doesn't say, well, you know, that doing, you know, is wrong. But Onan split his seed on the ground and God killed him, and the Bible says body emissions are unclean."
"Well, I suppose they are unclean in a way. But hey, a guy shoots his stuff in a woman, so it can't be that unclean, can it?" Brandon had not considered that. Actually it was not a topic he'd dwelled much on. He had been told it was wrong and had accepted it. "Besides, the Bible says a lot of things that we don't believe today. Like when was the last time you heard God ask someone to sacrifice his son, or saw a priest butcher a calf on the church altar? In the Bible it was okay to stone people to death. We don't believe that today. Not in America."
Brandon had heard the criticisms of the Bible before. Some had even been raised in Bible study. He knew things changed, and that there were different interpretations. It didn't make his beliefs wrong. He knew a bit more about it in this case as he'd been curious about the Bible's teachings in that he knew many boys gave into the temptation, and he himself had felt the urges and had come close to succumbing to the temptation. He knew not everyone, even preachers, condemned masturbation. He had resisted, choosing to side with the view he knew his parents would want him to, and that most of his peers held.
"You saying if I masturbate I'll stop getting erections during the performances?"
"Well, I don't think that will stop it totally, not considering how strong your sexual tension evidently is. Besides, like I said before, our performances are erotic, and we can't ignore the reaction of the fans or that their reaction is largely sexual. No, what I think you need is to get it out of your system. A long, drawn-out, wild orgy."
"Yeah, right," chuckled Brandon. Now Aaron had to be putting him on.
"Seriously."
Brandon stared at his fellow teen and performer. Aaron was much more of a pro when it came to performing and touring, and probably when it came to sex besides despite being nine months younger than he was. There were those rumours about Dream Street, though nobody knew exactly what had happened there, and maybe his mother had been so emphatic about only contracting sound, Christian groups because she saw Aaron was being led into temptation, or would at least be susceptible. "You're serious."
"Yeah."
"And just who do you propose I have this orgy with?" he asked, suspecting Aaron was going to suggest his fellow performers, Libby or Lesley, or maybe one of the No Secrets. They were all attractive girls, and all around their age.
"Me."
"You?" Brandon choked. He was totally caught off guard. That response he had not suspected.
"You needn't sound like I was some ugly old ogre or something."
"You're a guy."
"Last time I looked."
"That's a sin."
"Oh com'on, having sex with me won't be that bad!" Aaron joked. Joking, he had learned, made it a lot easier to convince people, and made it easier to get out of a situation if a guy had to.
"Honestly. It's . . . it's against God's way. It says in Leviticus.
Thou shalt not lie with mankind, as with womankind: it is an abomination. And in Chapter Twenty, Verse Thirteen, if a man also lie with mankind, as he lieth with a woman, both of them have committed an abomination: they shall surely be put to death; their blood shall be upon them."
"Like I said, the Bible says a lot of stuff we don't believe in anymore. We don't kill people just because they are gay these days."
Well, that was true, but God did. "God destroyed Sodom and Gomorrah because the men lusted after other men, even the angels God had sent down to earth."
"Well, that's not exactly true."
"What?" Brandon's eyes widened not just in surprise but in shock that Aaron would question the word of the Bible.
"God destroyed Sodom because the citizens were being inhospitable to others, and tried to exert their power over others by raping them, and stuff like that." Aaron was no authority on the Bible, or Jewish history, but he did cruise the Internet, and he had found a series of stories that had become one of his favourites, the Brewster Adventures by J.O. Dickingson. In one of them, a story about Yom Kippur, the four brothers who were the heros of the story had travelled back in time to that very event, with a very different interpretation about what had happened. It made for a very erotic tale and a great story to jerk to, and he'd found out from more surfing of the net later that it was an interpretation held by others.
The others joined them and they left off their conversation. Returning to his room, the first thing Brendan did after changing was look up the story of Sodom in the Bible. The problem with the Bible was that it was often written so that it wasn't clear exactly what was meant. Statements like wanting to know the strangers, and being punished for their wickedness could be interpreted in various ways, including Aaron's. It did make him think, and everyone who knew him had said he was the shy, studious one of the group. One thing he knew for sure was that he did desperately want to put an end to his problem. Considering Aaron's past advice, Aaron had been right about the tight underwear helping hide the problem, and about the massage reducing his tension. If having sex was the only way to stop from boning up, then there could not be anyone better than Aaron to do it with, and if that was the case, he only had six more days. After that who knew if they would ever meet again? There was even the possibility that they would never have another opportunity like they had that day.
Deciding he could not wait until after supper, he called on Aaron and announced his decision. In the hope that he'd been convincing, Aaron had already checked out the immediate area for a place where he could enact his "cure" in case the hotel rooms were not available. Glad that the two boys were getting along, neither parent objected when Aaron and Brandon told them they were going to pick something up at the Subway across the street to eat and go exploring the shoreline. With his heart fluttering with anticipation and his cock aching with joy, Aaron lead Brandon a short distance from the hotel strip where the shore became rocky and the average tourist was not likely to venture. Climbing over the rocky outcrop covered with sharp-edged barnacles which further discouraged even the adventurous local, they came to a small cove totally surrounded on three sides by steep cliffs topped by crumbling overhangs fenced off to prevent people from coming too close to the edge. A warning sign indicated that the narrow beach of white sand presently exposed was totally submerged during high tide.
"So, what do we do?"
"Just relax and leave everything to me, and when you feel the impulse, just copy what I do, or do whatever seems right," Aaron replied with a reassuring smile, thinking back to his introduction to sex under the guidance of Justin Berfield. A lot had happened since that hot afternoon in the hay loft at Pineview Farm.
Wrapping an arm about Brandon, Aaron drew him close and kissed him before the boy had a chance to change his mind. It was an awkward kiss, the type of kiss exchanged between two uncertain and new lovers, or between boys who are experimenting to see what kissing was all about. It certainly was not the tender, loving type of kiss Aaron had recently exchanged with Shad Moss and Jesse McCartney, nor the hot, lustful kisses like he'd exchanged with Justin Berfield or David Gallagher. The difference, and that it was with someone totally new and totally inexperienced, made it unique, and that uniqueness made it hot for Aaron. It was almost like experiencing his first time all over again, an experience he often thought about in his jerk off sessions. As for Brandon, it was the first kiss he'd exchanged with someone that wasn't a peck on the cheek or a greeting or birthday kiss with a relative, and that was enticing, though it was also frightening.
The second kiss was much the same, as was the third, but the fourth was a bit longer and with just a bit of feeling. Both boys were very conscious of what they were doing, where their hands were at all times, how much pressure they were applying with their lips, of their breathing, of everything around them. It was awkward and artificial and both knew it. Aaron also knew what it could turn into, and so he persisted, and as he knew it would, each kiss became just that much more meaningful and natural than the previous. By the twelfth their kisses had become drawn out and if not passionate, were at least with feeling. Brandon's lips were soft and thin, and Aaron could not help but begin getting turned on knowing no other boy had ever kissed those lips. The novelty of kissing another boy and being kissed for the explicit purpose of getting turned on was beginning to have its effect on Brandon too. As they pressed their lips together and sucked in, locking their lips for at least a thirty-second count, the two boys began to feel the beginning ache of desire deep in their chests. Aaron was an experienced sex maniac, and Brandon was a fast learner.
Pulling Brandon's shirt out of his baggy cargo pants, Aaron slipped his hands under it and caressed and massaged Brandon's smooth, muscular back. Reminding him of the massage he'd received from Aaron in his hotel room, Brandon felt a stirring between his legs. Figuring this was one of those impulse moments Aaron had talked about, he tugged on Aaron's short-sleeved shirt, pulling it out of his faded jeans, and slipped his hands under it and over Aaron's smooth, warm skin. His cock immediately began to swell as he began to massage Aaron's warm, firm muscles and as Aaron's skilful fingers continued to massage his.
Unbuttoning Brandon's shirt, Aaron slipped it off his shoulders and allowed it to drop on the beach, and continuing to caress his back, Aaron resumed kissing him as Brandon similarly unbuttoned his shirt and removed it. Wrapping his arms about Brandon, Aaron pressed his naked chest against his, thrilling at the touch of warm, naked skin against warm, naked skin. He kissed Brandon passionately and was delighted when Brandon responded by wrapping his arms about him and drawing his body closer, returned the kiss with just as much desire.
He was a fast study!
Despite the promising start, Aaron knew this was the fifteen-year-old's first time, and he knew he had to go slow and cautiously so as not to scare him off. Besides, there was certainly nothing wrong with extended foreplay! So, it was a good ten minutes later before Aaron dared to reach down and unbuckle Brandon's belt, and slowly pull down his fly. Unsnapping the top button, he let Brandon's bulky cargo pants drop to his ankles. To his delight, Brandon had chosen to put on the red bikini underwear they had purchased together. Barely large enough to conceal his cock in its natural, limp state, it was doing a poor job now that he was half erect. With the exposure of his underwear, Brandon's cock swelled still further, causing the knob to begin pushing out the elastic waistband and causing Brandon to blush with embarrassment.
Again following Aaron's lead as Aaron ran his fingers lightly over the small of his back and on down over his backside, Brandon unbuckled Aaron's belt and pulled down the fly of his jeans. That, pulling down another boy's zipper, he found was surprisingly erotic, and Brandon felt his penis swell a bit more so that it was now tenting out his tight bikini briefs. Having never removed someone else's clothing before, he fumbled a bit with the button at the top of Aaron's jeans before he got it undone. The fumbling made his inexperience all the more evident and the eroticism of making out with the naive teenager all the hotter for Aaron, his own dick now fully erect and bulging out his tight, white Calvin Klein jockey briefs.
His jeans being tight, they stayed on his hips as the two boys continued to kiss and caress. Aaron focussed more now on Brandon's firm, compact butt, and as he caressed Brandon's backside he was delighted as Brandon pushed his jeans farther down and began to caress his own butt. His cock throbbed impatiently in his tight briefs, and Brandon's impressive pole, now also fully erect, was peaking out his skimpy bikini briefs. Their breaths growing deeper and more prolonged with their growing arousal, they helped each other out of their pants, supporting each other as they stepped out of them and crouching down to pull them off over their runners. The two sat down on the beach facing each other and Aaron quickly unlaced Brandon's runners and pulled them off, along with his socks as Brandon did the same to him.
Spreading apart Brandon's legs, Aaron wiggled up between them like a crab so he was sitting on the sand with his knees raised and his legs over each of Brandon's. He wrapped his arms about Brandon's neck and leaning forward he kissed him. Brandon returned the kiss. Slowly slipping his hands down along Brandon's sides to his hips, Aaron continued to kiss him for a few more minutes before slowly slipping his fingers under the elastic band of his bikini underwear and beginning to push them down. Brandon again followed Aaron's lead. Similarly slipping his hands down along Aaron's sides, he too slipped his fingers under the elastic of Aaron's briefs and began to ease his underwear down over his hips. Their stiff, projecting cocks did not make the removal of their tight underwear easy, but by then the two boys were feeling so horny they had lost any inhibitions and they in turn untangled their legs and raised their buttocks so their underwear could be removed.
Brandon blushed a bright red as Aaron sat back down and openly stared at his now fully exposed erection. It was the first time another boy had ever seen his cock when it was erect, and he felt a mix of embarrassment and shame being so exposed and in that condition, but also a mix of arousal and excitement. Most powerful of all though, was his feeling of anxiety. He was horny, but he was not sure this was right, and he had no idea exactly what Aaron was going to do, nor what Aaron was going to be expecting of him. He glanced over at Aaron's erection, fighting years of training telling him boys did not expose that part of their body to anyone, and that to stare at another's genitals was shameful. Fully feeling the shame, he also felt lust welling up between his legs as he stared at Aaron's slender, stiff cock. It was the first time he'd ever seen anther boy's penis in that condition, and it was intriguing. Aaron's organ was more slender than his, and perhaps half an inch shorter, and the skin had pulled right back, revealing Aaron's mushroom-shaped glans whereas his own skin remained pulled up over the lower half of his more bulb-like knob.
He tensed and that this had been a mistake and he should call a stop to it flashed through his mind as Aaron began to reach over. Before Brandon could reach a decision and announce it Aaron had loosely wrapped his fingers about his stiff cock. Holding it by the base, he appeared to be admiring it as he slowly eased his fingers toward the tip, grasping the stiff organ just tightly enough so as to push the foreskin forward as he drew up his fingers. As the skin and then Aaron's gentle fingers slowly slid over the sensitive rim of his knob, the naive, inexperienced teenager quivered with the pleasure that shot through the rim and caused the tip of his dick to tingle. He was immediately reminded of the pleasure he'd felt rippling through his dick when Aaron had rocked him against the mattress of his bed the day he'd given him the massage and had caused him to shoot in his underwear. That both frightened and further aroused him as he sat there on the hot sand, helplessly looking down at his crotch and at Aaron's fingers wrapped about his swollen member.
Aaron slowly eased his fingers back down over the rim of Brandon's glans and down his shaft, pulling his foreskin back down, not to where it had been, but further down until it was fully stretched back and his entire knob was exposed. Brandon trembled, in part because of the sharp pleasure the action had brought, but more so out of nervous excitement and the fear that came with the novelty of what was happening. The knob of his swollen penis felt strange, sort of raw and unprotected exposed to the air like that with the skin pulled right back, somehow different from being exposed while taking a shower and being covered with lather. An even stranger feeling was having another boy holding his erection and slowly working his fingers up and down it. It was not a bad feeling.
Aaron was in ecstasy. He was jacking off a boy who not only had never been jacked off before, but had never even done it to himself. Fifteen years old and he had never experienced what he was presently experiencing. That was so totally wicked Aaron's stiff cock wagged in the air with excitement like a dog's tail and he could swear he could feel his cum churning in his balls. Brandon's cock was only slightly longer than his, less than a finger width, and having begun to consistently check on his own length, that meant it had to probably be about five-and- three-quarter inches. It was a beautifully shaped cock with a smooth, straight shaft and a bulb- like glans, the shaft a pale pink like Brandon's untanned stomach and the glans a delightful shade of reddish-purple. It was rock hard, and as he squeezed his fingers about it Aaron could feel the same three equally spaced ridges as his own. He continued to stare at the swollen organ as he slowly began to draw his fingers back up.
Brandon could not sit still as Aaron slowly slid his fingers up and down his throbbing cock. He still felt guilty, having heard repeatedly from his parents and through his church that masturbation was filthy and evil, and that engaging in it with another boy was an even greater sin, but he also felt aroused, not unlike the arousal he felt when he achieved the next level in a video game. He not only found the pleasure rippling through his swollen, throbbing cock enjoyable, but he did not want it to stop, and was looking forward to having another ejaculation. It did feel good, very good, which really was not a surprise in that it seemed like everything his parents forbade or the church prohibited felt good. As he sat there and stared at Aaron's hand slowly sliding up and down his throbbing bone, the sight of another boy's fingers grasping and caressing his cock sent a sharp pang of erotic arousal through the swollen member.
That was another of those impulse moments Aaron had mentioned. Glancing over at Aaron's stiff, twitching cock, he slowly reached out for it. He knew that touching another boy's privates was dirty and a sin, but he could not resist the temptation. He was curious, and he could not deny the desire besides, and besides that, he owed Aaron the same pleasure as Aaron was providing him. Nervously slipping his fingers about the shaft, he was surprised how stiff Aaron's boner felt. He'd of course felt his own plenty of times, though only briefly and only when he had a morning piss hardon, or through his pants when it popped up and he tried to adjust it so it wasn't so evident and so uncomfortable. His own had never felt as stiff nor as hot as Aaron's.
He slowly and cautiously eased his fingers up Aaron's shaft, pushing his foreskin, which had formed a collar just below his glans, up over the mushroom-shaped knob. It felt very strange, having his fingers around someone else's cock. It was the most private part of one's body, and he was touching it. Even stranger was easing his fingers along it. He was not just holding another boy's cock, he was playing with it! He slowly eased his fingers back down, drawing Aaron's foreskin back, and hoped he was doing it right and Aaron was finding it enjoyable.
Brandon's hesitancy and irregular stroking reminded Aaron once again of his naivety, and that this was not only the first time the fifteen-year-old had touched another boy's cock, but was the first time he'd ever jerked off any cock, including his own. That was such a rush that Aaron, who had been aching to get off a load for some time as it was, felt the desire quickly welling up in his groin only seconds after Brandon began stroking him. He considered trying to concentrate on something else to prolong their act, or telling Brandon to only stroke his shaft so as not to stimulate the sensitive rim of his glans, but he quickly rejected both ideas. Hell, he was jacking off a straight, Bible-reading boy who had never been jacked off before, and the staunch Christian teenager was jacking off a boy, him, for the very first time. That was fucking hot, and meant to be enjoyed to the fullest. The cock he had his fingers wrapped about had never been touched by another boy before, and it was hot and aching with pleasure, and the fingers wrapped about his throbbing bone had never been wrapped about a cock before, and it was hot and aching too. He looked up at Brandon and the concentration in the teenager's deep blue eyes as he studied his pumping fist and the pleasure behind that look was so fucking wicked he could not hold back.
As his cum raced up the core of his cock and gushed out the tip, Aaron inhaled deeply and continued to watch Brandon's face. Brandon's eyes widened slightly with surprise and with apprehension with the first squirts, and then shame and guilt washed over his face along with disgust as the cock in his hand continued to squirt, and just as quickly his eyes were filled with lust and his lips parted with overwhelming pleasure. As Brandon's swollen cock suddenly throbbed deeper and more violently than the rhythmic throbbing he'd grown accustomed to, a sensation he had only felt once before in a conscious state, the still innocent teenager tensed and thrust his hips out. Aaron knew what that staccato of throbbing signalled, and seconds later Brandon's eyes took on still another look, the dazed look of a boy overcome by his orgasm.
The splat of something hot and sticky against his stomach, quickly followed by several more splats, drew Aaron's attention away from Brandon's face and to his belly. As he watched Brandon's swollen cock spew forth his cum and the thick streamers of semen strike his body and begin to ooze down over his stomach to collect in slimy gobs in his hairs, he squirmed with the erotic pleasure of being sprayed by the virgin teen's thick, slimy juice. He slowly realized that he too had to have sprayed Brandon, and as he looked at Brandon's cum-streaked stomach and the gobs in his hairs, and at his juice still oozing out of his cock and down over Brandon's fingers, Aaron trembled with the perversity of what they had done. That pleasure rivalled that of his own orgasm.
Brandon too was trembling, in his case with his climax, the second in his entire life that had been caused by another boy. The hot, burning sensation of his cum shooting out of the tip of his swollen, pulsating organ, the flood of released tension flowing over his groin and his thighs, causing his legs to suddenly feel so weak, the glowing, prickling sensation percolating through his glans, the perversion of having ejaculated by the hands of another boy, the filthiness of having sprayed another's body with his bodily fluids, and the wickedness of having stroked another boy's member to the point of causing him to also ejaculate and spray his seed over his own body assaulted his mind, first each thought individually and then in a wild collage of feelings. He had never engaged in anything so filthy and sinful, nor so stimulating and enjoyable, the two opposites surprisingly complementing and accenting each other.
Aaron was trembling too, though for different reasons. He was feeling the same erotic, physical pleasure, but in place of the feelings of guilt and surprise were feelings of immense well-being and satisfaction. It had not only been a totally awesome jerk session, but he had brought that pleasure and knowledge to another boy who had no such knowledge before. That was totally and unbelievably awesome, beyond anything he'd ever imagined it would be like.
He sat there for the longest time revelling in his pleasure before finally releasing Brandon's still stiff cock. He slowly reached out and ran the tips of his fingers through the blobs of cum spattering Brandon's stomach, his blobs, delighting in the slimy texture of his juice and the perversity of having sprayed Brandon, and now smearing his cum over the body of the naive and no longer so innocent fellow teen. He wanted to bring it to his lips and taste it, or better yet, to offer his slime-coated fingers to Brandon, but he knew such brashness would be going too far for a boy who had just experienced his first mutual jerkoff.
He was right. It was enough that Brandon slowly reached out and began to slowly smear his cum over Aaron's rapidly rising and falling stomach. He did so absent-mindedly and only because it was what Aaron had done. As he sat there on the sand running his fingertips through his still hot, slimy juice, he could not believe what he'd just done, and what was even more surprising, he could not believe how good it had felt. He was not sure what to make of that, and so while his mind struggled with the conflict between his feelings of guilt and shame and his feelings of pleasure and fraternity, he dipped his fingers into his gobs of cum stuck in Aaron's curly blond hairs and smeared the slimy juice over Aaron's flat stomach.
Aaron wrapped an arm about Brandon and drew him close and kissed him. It was a gentle, tender kiss, a kiss of thanks and of comfort, and of congratulations. He knew the turmoil in Brandon's mind, having had the same feelings his first time. Half an hour had passed since their sudden and violent ejaculation and his cock had long since grown limp and his breathing had returned to normal but his fingers were still sticky with cum. Brandon returned the kiss and wrapped his arms about Aaron, leaving a trail of his own cum along the teenage star's naked back. The two boys cuddled, assuring each other by their physical contact that it had been good, and that what they had done was all right. Their kisses were light and brief, kisses of assurance. As they kissed, their lips barely touching, they gently massaged each other's shoulders and back. >From lips they gently moved on to cheeks, to eyelids, to noses and back to lips. They moved on and down, gently kissing each other's necks, snuggling down further to kiss smooth chests and tender nipples.
They lingered there, kissing those sensitive nubs, running hot, wet tongues over them, and teasing them. Quivering with the pleasure of feeling soft, moist lips against their own tender teats, they delighted in the burning arousal as they grew firm and itched with irritation. They continued on down, eagerly and hungrily now, kissing and licking each other's smooth chests, their breasts still full and soft and boyish, and as it became more awkward for one and then the other to twist and bend to reach still lower, they twisted around so they were lying in opposite directions. Aaron kissed the hollow between Brandon's breasts and ran his tongue down over his rib cage, leaving behind a trail of hot spittle as Brandon did the same. The once tender, comforting kisses had slowly and without notice become heated kisses of passion and desire.
Feeling Brandon's hot, moist breath on his stomach, Aaron wiggled lower so his own breath was blowing hotly against Brandon's private organs, and so his own were directly in Brandon's face. Feeling Brandon's breath blowing against them, he nuzzled Brandon's sweaty balls with his nose and inhaled deeply. The delightful fragrance of his boyhood caused Aaron's limp dick to twitch and begin to swell. In his position, Brandon could not help but catch a whiff of Aaron's hot, sweaty nuts, and the musky aroma of his sex had the same effect on him.
Working Brandon's soft, limp sausage into his mouth, Aaron sucked on it eagerly but gently, delighting in having that very special flesh in his mouth. His mouth quickly filled with saliva and he basted Brandon's sausage with it, allowing it to pick up the flavour of the teenager's slowly swelling dick before swallowing it.
Even with his puritanical upbringing, Brandon had of course heard guys tell others to suck their dicks. He himself had never suggested another perform such a vulgar act nor had he ever imagined taking part in such a perversion, and he certainly had never expected he would ever engage in such a filthy act. So, he was completely surprised to find himself laying there on the sandy beach stark naked and with a boy sucking on his penis. He was even more surprised how erotic it was to feel a hot, moist mouth sucking on that part of his body. As Aaron's hot spittle flowed over his dick and as he felt the gentle tug as Aaron sucked on it, a thrill of desire passed through his body, and as Aaron swallowed his spittle Brandon felt his cock twitch and begin to swell with the eroticism of Aaron swallowing his cock-flavoured spit. Most surprising of all though, was finding himself tempted to try performing the act himself as he lay there on his side facing Aaron's limp cock.
Anyone knowing Brandon and his strict upbringing and entrenched moral beliefs would have been still more surprised how brief that hesitation was. They would, unless they had been in a situation like he found himself. Laying there with one of America's most sought after singing idols sucking on his cock and with his own cock lying there invitingly before his eyes, how could he resist? Leaning forward and slipping his lips about Aaron's still limp sausage, Brandon was pleasantly relieved to find that it did not have an unpleasant taste. Not so relieving, and far less pleasant, was the discovery that having another boy's cock in his mouth was highly erotic and nowhere near as disgusting as he'd thought it would be.
Driven on by what Aaron was doing to him, he gently sucked on the limp tube and after a moment he began to bob his head up and down Aaron's throbbing dick, copying Aaron's actions. He allowed his spittle to baste over Aaron's cock just as had been done to him, and when he swallowed the cock-flavoured saliva he quivered with the erotic thought of what he was doing. His mouth began to fill again with saliva as he continued to suck on Aaron's cock and tug on it with his lips and Aaron's dick began to swell his mouth. He was providing Aaron the same pleasure as Aaron was providing him, and from the way his own cock was rapidly swelling there was no doubt that Aaron was providing him pleasure.
As he lay there on the hot, sandy beach, he wrestled with his conscience and tried to make sense out of what was happening. Why was someone of his upbringing and beliefs laying there stark naked sucking cock and having his sucked? Why did it feel so good getting sucked, and why did he not find doing it revolting? Perhaps Aaron had been right. The reason he'd been boning up was because he had built up so much sexual tension his body needed a release. The same sexual tension had to be responsible for the present throbbing of his cock, and his need for release had to be why he found himself driven to suck on Aaron's dick. Why else would he not only be engaging in but enjoying fag sex? It had to be sexual tension, the result of the excess hormones coursing through his veins. There was no perhaps that Aaron had been right. He had been spot on!
It was with that thought that the inexperienced and morally upright fifteen-year-old with the strict Christian upbringing and deep Christian faith eagerly sucked the throbbing cockmeat of his fellow teen performer and squirmed with delight as his stiff cock throbbed hotly in Aaron's mouth. Aaron of course did not know what Brandon was thinking, but he knew from the zest with which Brandon was sucking on his cock and working his lips up and down the shaft that he was thoroughly enjoying doing it. He would have smiled knowingly had he not had his lips tightly pursed around a hot, throbbing cock himself. Fuck, he had not only seduced the straightest and most religious boy he'd ever known, he'd turned him into a fucking cocksucker! Aaron's cock was already throbbing with arousal and that erotic though caused it to throb all the harder. He knew that once he broke through that barrier he'd convince Brandon to mess around, and from his own revelation about the joys of being a boy and the pleasures that being a boy can bring, he knew how powerful those pleasures were. Even so, he was still surprised just how eagerly Brandon was participating in his first sixty-nine. He could not help wondering if deep down inside Brandon was a cock-loving perv like himself.
It was Brandon's first, and he was enjoying it. He could not believe how hot he was feeling either, nor how hard his stiff cock was throbbing. He was aching to come off again, and as Aaron's lips eased up and down his stiff shaft and over the sensitive rim of his glans he squirmed with the sweet pain rippling through his swollen dick. He was breathing deeply with arousal and with exertion, through his nose of course as his mouth was full of cock, and as he inhaled deeply he inhaled the musky fragrance of Aaron's balls, causing him to suck even more hungrily on the squirming teenager's cock.
Brandon was squirming also, and as he felt himself approaching his climax, the second for that day, he could not lay still and he suddenly found himself working his hips to and fro, fucking Aaron's hot, sucking mouth as Aaron began to do the same. The burning irritation about his dickhead was itching so badly he felt like his knob was on fire, and as the pressure in his loins built higher and higher he felt like he was about to explode and he ached for it to happen. Although he was concentrating on his upcoming ejaculation and although he knew Aaron was feeling the same way as he was from Aaron's squirming and desperate sucking on his dick, he never thought about the fact that Aaron would also be ejaculating.
So, when he finally quivered with the first shot of his load he didn't even think what he was going to do when Aaron similarly began squirting his stuff into his mouth. And then it was too late. Aaron was rapidly filling his mouth with his creamy, thick teenage cum just as he was filling Aaron's with his, and just as Aaron had drawn back so he only had the knob of his cock in his mouth and had begun to swallow his thick, rich offering, so had he pulled back on Aaron's cock and begun to swallow his hot, slimy juice. Neither boy could swallow as fast as the other could shoot, and soon both had streamers of cum oozing out from the corners of their lips and around their chins as they quivered with the pleasure of their orgasms, and the pleasure of having brought another boy the same pleasure. Their thick, teenage cum clung to the roof of their mouths and stuck to their tongues and hung from their chins, the tart flavour and slimy texture assaulting their minds as their throbbing, glowing cocks vied for equal attention.
So powerful had been their orgasms that the two boys lay there on the beach side by side facing each other and still in opposite directions for a good fifteen minutes, each lost in the sea of pleasure their minds were floating in, the pleasure of their ejaculations and the pleasure of having brought the other the same joy. Their breathing had returned to normal and their stiff, swollen dicks had gone limp before they finally sat up and cuddled in each other's arms. It was only then as he sat there that Brandon fully realized what he'd done. He had just swallowed the seed of another boy, and the other boy had swallowed his. He did not know if there was anything prohibiting what they'd done in the Bible as this was not the same as laying with mankind as with womankind. He could not imagine any girl, not any decent girl, sucking on a boy's cock, and he certainly could not imagine himself going down on a girl.
Still, there had to be something against what they'd done. There were always prohibitions against something pleasant, and this had been something pleasant. He stared out at the sea, unable to believe his last thought. He had just sucked a boy's cock and a boy had sucked his, and he had thought it pleasant. Dammit, it was. The tartness of the cum stuck to the roof of his mouth and to his teeth was a reminder of what it was that he had swallowed, and the smear of cum circling Aaron's chin was a reminder that Aaron had done the same, and it had been so fucking erotic he wanted to scream.
Aaron turned and smiled at him and he smiled back, and as Aaron tilted his head it seemed only right and natural that they kiss. He could taste his cum on Aaron's lips, and smell his dick on Aaron's breath, just as he could still taste Aaron's cum and dick. Looking into Aaron's deep brown eyes, he knew Aaron was having the same thoughts. Like two machines that could not be shut off, they began to kiss and caress once again, and although they had only shot their loads half an hour ago, they found their limp cocks beginning to once again swell and rise up into the air as they kissed and fondled each other. Now, as he felt his flesh swelling still another time, Brandon was totally convinced that Aaron had been right. How could anyone so filled with lust not bone up every day? This was not something they taught in health classes, and he was grateful having someone like Aaron to help him.
As he felt his own cock beginning to swell once more, Aaron was more than willing to help his fellow teen and performer. They had already gone far beyond his wildest dreams, and he was feeling so high one would have thought he was on Ecstasy. The rush he was feeling was higher than anything any drug could produce. It was not long before the two randy, teenage boys were once again rock hard and aching for satisfaction. While they had been kissing and caressing, Aaron had wondered what they might do when they boned up for the third time. As delightful and satisfying as their mutual hand job and their first sixty-nine had been, and willing as he was to experience either again if that was what Brandon wanted, as Aaron sat there and admired the stiff pole jutting up out of Brandon's bush of curly blond hairs, he knew he would not be satisfied until he felt it buried deep up his rectum. Bending over it, he worked up a mouth of spittle and slowly drooled the slime over the bulb. Brandon sat there and watched, his dick twitching eagerly and excitedly as the bubbly spittle oozed over his bulb and down his shaft. Thinking Aaron was going to give him another hand job, or that he was going to go down on him again, he was surprised when Aaron suddenly turned around, and pulling apart his asscheeks, backed up and sat on his stiff dick.
Aaron pushed out with his stomach muscles, opening his anus and relaxing the sphincter from now over a year of experience as he backed up on Brandon's stiff pole. Feeling the wet knob brush against his asscheek, he adjusted his position and reached back and grasped the stiff, slimed pole. With the tip now pressed against his eager pucker, Aaron continued to sit as he pushed out with all his strength, and ever so slowly Brandon's hard, slender cock began to enter his body. Aaron was skilled and experienced, and hornier than usual, and Brandon was too surprised and naive to realize what was happening let alone think about it until it had happened. His hard, hot cock slowly sank up Aaron's eager ass, and by the time he realized what they were doing, it was buried up Aaron's rectum as far as it would reach.
Slowly bending forward and dropping down on his left elbow, Aaron guided Brandon up onto his knees, all the while keeping Brandon's cock wedged up his ass. Brandon may have lead an innocent life, but Aaron did not have to tell the horny teen what to do next. Grasping Aaron's hips, Brandon began to slowly ease his hips to and fro, working his stiff, aching cock in and out of Aaron's tight, hot, wet asshole. It felt totally awesome, like he supposed having his cock buried deep up a girl's vagina would feel. That it was a boy's asshole instead did not phase him. He was horny and he was fucking and it felt great, and it didn't really matter who or what. Well, that was not totally true. That it was Aaron Carter that he was fucking up the ass did matter. Aaron was a friend and a role model, someone he looked up to and someone he knew he could trust. Aaron was also one of the hottest pop singing stars in the country, a handsome teen idol worshipped by thousands of girls, and he was fucking the stud!
Brandon's cock throbbed hotly as he thought that last thought and eased his stiff bone in and out of Aaron's body, the knob burning and itching once again with that sweet pain and sending spasms of pleasure through his flesh. He gasped with pleasure as he knelt there on the sandy beach and eagerly plowed Aaron's tender, awesomely tight butt. He grasped Aaron's hips tightly and closed his eyes with the pleasure of having his aching cock surrounded by hot, moist, pulsating ass. He was engaging in the most profane and prohibited act possible, and not only that, he was enjoying it. Aaron had been right about his buildup of sexual tension. There could be no other reason why he would be so eagerly shoving his cock in and out of someone's shit hole, and especially the shit hole of another boy. As he eased his cock in and out of Aaron's body, he wondered what would have eventually happened had Aaron not recognized his problem and had not been so Samaritan as to offer him help.
As he knelt there on the beach, Aaron was not surprised by Brandon's eagerness nor evident pleasure. Having lead a life of abstinence until he had creamed his underwear just four days ago, and this evening being the first time he'd had sex with another person, it was no wonder that Brandon was going wild as far as Aaron was concerned. He knew exactly how he felt. It had been over a year since he'd been introduced to the joys of sex with other guys, and he still could not get enough himself.
So, he worked his sphincter muscle in time with Brandon's thrusts, tightening his asshole as Brandon withdrew and opening up as Brandon sank his cock back up his hot, moist rectum, enjoying the pleasure of being fucked as much as Brandon was enjoying the pleasure of doing the fucking. The hot Puerto Rican sun beat down on the two teenage boys, and as they humped eagerly there on the sandy beach sweat began to trickle down their sides. It trickled down Brandon's cheeks and neck and down his forehead and into his eyes as he grasped Aaron's hips and rammed his cock in and out of his rectum. The fine silky blond hairs of his pits were wet with perspiration, and it trickled down his sides and he thrust his hips to and fro, the tension slowly once again building up deep in his groin. He grunted and snorted with the ecstasy of that building pressure and the burning irritation inflaming his knob once again.
Aaron was grunting and snorting with pleasure also as he knelt there on all fours in the white sand. Sweating like a pig, he trembled with the pleasure of having his prostate stroked by Brandon's knob and his asshole stretched by his stiff cock. His own cock was stiff and jutting out from between his legs as he was eagerly fucked by the no longer innocent and naive teen. Faster and faster Brandon worked his cock in and out of Aaron's tight asshole, and finally with a particularly louder and more passionate grunt he thrust his hips forward and began to squirt out his cum for the third time that evening. It was thick and just as copious as the first shot that had sprayed Aaron now several hours ago, and the burning sensation about the opening of his dick and weak sensation in his loins were just as pleasant as the first time. Grasping Aaron's hips so tightly his fingertips turned white, he filled Aaron's hot, tight ass with his load and Aaron trembled and sighed with the ecstasy of having his rectum filled with teen cum.
His balls drawn up tight and his seed spent, Brandon finally drew his hips back and eased his cock out of Aaron's hole. Aaron, still panting with pleasure and exertion, quickly scrambled around and approached Brandon from the back as he knelt there on the sandy beach. As he wrapped his arms about Brandon and reached up and began to massage his breasts and play with his nipples, Aaron pressed his naked body closer and prodded Brandon's ass cleft with his stiff prong. Brandon knew what Aaron was intending, and he braced himself for the penetration.
There were many things that guided his life and his decisions, some going as far back as his first singing performances at the age of eight, and prime among them all was the belief that when it seems that all is lost, if you put your full trust in God, everything turns around. This evening was proof of that. A week ago he had been certain that his career was going to come to an end. Unable to stop from boning up during his concerts, the embarrassment and the discomfort had been interfering with his concentration in a major way, to the point where his routines were off and he was missing his cues. He was sure it would only be a matter of time before they asked him to leave the group. Adding to his misery and another cause of his poor performance was his suspicion that Aaron was coming on to him. Although Aaron talked about girls and boobs and the like, Brandon had the suspicion that Aaron was really more interested in him. That was repulsive, and even more disgusting was his conclusion that Aaron was coming on to him because Aaron had noticed he'd been boning up and had concluded he was gay. The mere thought of doing something with a guy had turned his stomach, and the fear that his fellow performers or his parents might think the same thing as Aaron had only added to his difficulty in concentrating. So it had seemed like all was lost, but he had put his faith in God and struggled on.
And things had turned around. Aaron had not been coming on to him. Aaron had seen that he had a problem and had been offering to help him with what was a delicate and embarrassing situation. And he had helped. His massage had helped relieve his tension, even if in an embarrassing way, and his performance at Coliseo Roberto Clemente had been one of his best. On top of that, Aaron had not assumed he was gay, and had this evening shown him how wrong he was to have thought that sex between guys was something perverted or repugnant.
At that very moment he was about to be mounted and penetrated by another boy, but rather than finding that obscene or disgusting, he was eager for it to happen. Aaron was about to lay with him as he did with womankind, but even at that moment he put his faith in God that it was meant to be, and he knew if he went through with this, it was God's will, and that things would be all right. So, he braced himself as he knelt there in the sand, and as Aaron grasped him tight and he felt Aaron's hot, stiff knob begin pushing against his virgin hole, he pushed out as Aaron instructed.
His anus was tight and despite the lubrication of Aaron's spittle and the fact that Aaron's cock was slender and Brandon was eager, the two boys had to struggle to unite and the two of them grunted and gasped and snorted like two rutting seals, but they were determined, and slowly Aaron got his knob wedged in Brandon's hole. Grasping Brandon's hips more tightly, Aaron pressed forward and Brandon pushed out, and ever so slowly Aaron's knob stretched open Brandon's sphincter until at last it popped inside Brandon's rectum. The most difficult over, Aaron continued to push forward and the randy teen slowly penetrated the fifteen-year-old's butt.
Aaron paused to enjoy the sensation of having his aching, throbbing cock surrounded by hot, moist flesh, and to relish the fact that he had penetrated a virgin ass. That was so fucking hot! He was about to fuck the straightest and most moral boy he had ever met, and the boy was kneeling there and eagerly waiting for him to do it! That was so fucking erotic he had to fight the impulse to cum that very moment.
Brandon meanwhile was quivering with the strange delight of having his asshole stuffed by another boy's cock. He had no idea it would feel so pleasant, again another marvel he discovered thanks to his trust in God. His asshole itched just like the knob of his cock had itched minutes earlier with his approaching orgasm and he was eager for Aaron to begin. He would never have imagined such a thing possible a week ago, but at that moment he did not find it at all strange.
Aaron waited a long time for the impulse to shoot off to fade, and when he finally began to ease his cock in and out of Brandon's hot, moist ass, the fourteen-year-old quivered with pleasure. The knob of his cock burned with that sweet pain as he worked his organ in and out of the virgin boy, and he savoured the fact that he was fucking virgin ass. As Aaron humped the naked teen, once again their bodies began to perspire, Aaron's sweat trickling down his sides from his damp pits and Brandon's sweat trickling down his smooth, heaving chest. Brandon opened and closed his sphincter as Aaron had done, and he quivered with the delight of penetration and with the thrills of arousal pulsating about his irritated asshole and sparking out from his prostate as Aaron's dick stroked it. It was absolutely delightful and he and Aaron gasped and grunted as they fucked now with wild abandon, the two boys openly and unabashedly enjoying what many considered the most perverse of acts.
As he felt his ejaculation approaching, Aaron grasped Brandon's hips tightly and began to thrust his hips to and fro as rapidly as he could, working his stiff, aching cock in and out of Brandon's asshole in a mad, final rush. As he felt the familiar twang deep in his loins he rammed his cock forward and threw back his head with a loud sigh. His boy juice raced up the core of his numb, swollen cock and spurted out the tip with an unbelievable force and he quivered in ecstasy. He shot off in a series of rapid bursts and his loins felt so weak he had to grasp Brandon for support. The fifteen-year-old boy was shuddering himself as he felt Aaron filling his rectum with his hot, thick cum, and he gasped and groaned with as much ecstasy as Aaron as pleasure rippled out from his plugged asshole and his irritated prostate.
The two boys finally disconnected and again sat there cuddling in each other's arms as they savoured their postclimatic flush and their new relationship. They were now more than friends or fellow performers after having engaged in the most intimate acts of them all. The sun was touching the horizon as they finally took a refreshing swim in the ocean and it had almost disappeared when they finally came back out of the warm Carribean water and sought out the seafood subs and sodas they had purchased and brought with them. The crab and lobster sub was one of Aaron's favourite snacks, ranking right up there with pizza and steak, and although not a coastal boy, Brandon found the sub delicious also. The fifteen-year-old also found that he was ravenous after the strenuous exercise of the evening and he understood then why Aaron had insisted on buying two foot-long subs for each of them. Sex did give a guy an appetite!
So they sat there in the secluded cove eating and watching the ocean and sky turn a brilliant red as the sun slowly sank. Finishing off their subs and wiping their lips with the backs of their hands, they smiled at each other and slipping their arms about each other they kissed, their breaths now smelling of lobster and crab rather than dick and cum. The tide had reversed but they had several hours yet before the beach would be submerged, and making hot passionate love on a hot Puerto Rican night as the setting sun cast red and orange patterns across the sky and the white sand would be a fitting way to end the day.
This time Brandon took the lead. He was, after all, the one being cured, and after years of denial and abstinence, it was going to take more than three ejaculations to drain him of his sexual tension. As he nibbled on Aaron's teats and slowly fondled his low-hung balls, he was following another belief that had guided his life and advice that he had often given his friends and his fans: always do what you know is right and never let anyone try to pressure you into something you're not comfortable with. As he fondled Aaron's sweaty balls and felt Aaron's fingers slip about his limp cock he knew what they were doing was very right.
Every dreamer has dreamed of a perfect life
I know the world has been trying for years to get it right
We try and try but find it impossible to do
Don't you wish we could make this a better place
Can't you see that we must live life a different way
Every day, imagine what love could turn this to
Wanna change the world, then change your mind
We'll light the darkness one life at a time.