Aaron and Friends

Caution/Welcome. After weeks of subtle hints and sexual innuendos, Aaron and Brandon's attempts to seduce Brandon's co-performer Chris Fedun finally come to a head, so to speak, in Salem, Oregon. Although incorporating many real facts, this story does not reflect nor imply a real event nor the real sexuality of these three hot young performers. If you do not like reading gay fantasies about celebrities or teenage boys seducing a straight Christian boy, this is where you stop and hit the back or delete key and wait for the next story. This is the forty-fifth of standalone stories in a series of Aaron and Friends fanfic gay fantasies and chronologically follows the story "Aaron: Tricks and Trikkx." Brandon was last mentioned in the thirty-eighth story "Aaron and Brandon: Midnight in Vegas". This story is posted at gay adult story sites for the purpose of adult entertainment. Lyrics are copyright of Sparrow Records and Jump5. 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 can be sent to the author J.O. Dickingson at authorsix@hotmail.com

AARON: SEDUCTION IN SALEM

As was their longtime practice, the four performers of the Jump 5 team huddled together backstage of the L. B. Day Amphitheatre for a prayer and for moral support, thanking God for the talent he'd bestowed upon them and for them being togther, and for the opportunity to once again deliver a positive, uplifting message to the teens of America. They added a little request for a blessing for Lesley who had fallen ill and had been unable to make this tour. And, Christopher silently added a further little request of his own, for guidance and understanding regarding an issue that had been weighing on his mind more and more heavily throughout this tour.

He had made the same silent request during their devotional together that morning, another practice the five members of the Christian pop group had to start their day after several of the people at their record label, Sparrow Records, had given each of them Bibles with their names engraved on the front. Travelling together they had become not only close friends but even stronger in their faith. With all the temptations facing youth today, and especially young performers on the road such as themselves, it was essential to stay focussed on what was really important. That, quite simply, was leading wholesome lives, which meant you'd not find any swearing nor distasteful lyrics in their songs, no provocative outfits, and no flashes of skin during their performances, and that you'd find the same wholesomeness in their personal lives off stage. Their morning ritual and their prayer before going on stage helped them keep on the straight and narrow path they had chosen. From the events of that day, there was no doubt in the devout teenager's mind that his prayer that morning had been heard, and he had found growing frustration with himself for his weakness and inability to comprehend what God was clearly attempting to explain to him, hence the more fervid urgency in his evening prayer.

It had begun right at breakfast, right after their morning prayer and devotional. Aaron had joined them at the Salem fairgrounds for breakfast, which was not unusual when special events coincided with their travels across the country, but he was not his grumpy, surly self, the result of not being a morning person, which was unusual. Instead he seemed particularly chipper as he sat down beside Brandon and immediately dug into his pancakes, announcing between mouthfuls of pancake that he had a ravenous appetite, having spent the night dreaming about Sara Evans and the two of them performing together, if Chris and Brandon knew what he meant. They did. She was not the first celebrity Aaron had commented on wishing he could take to his bed, and such comments had in fact had become a typical comment from their leading star on this tour. Before he or Brandon could respond Brittany and Libby joined them and he said no more, though when he stuck his fork in his sausage and held it up, he'd glanced at Brandon and himself and raised an eyebrow suggestively with that knowing leer of his.

Chris thought about Aaron's comments the previous night as he ate in silence. They had arrived in Salem yesterday afternoon and once settled in they had headed to the fairgrounds to take in some of the rides and view some of the exhibits, and to take in the performance by the Nashville country singer Sara Evans. As they had left the grounds that night, Aaron had commented more on her physical attributes than on her singing, observing that he wouldn't mind taking her to bed, and if he did her debut double-platinum album "Born to Fly" would take on a whole different meaning, though he wasn't sure if he'd rather "do" her from the front or the back. He'd added that of course if her husband joined the two of them, it would be wild to do both of them up the butt. He'd made the lewd comments quietly and out of the hearing of the others other than him and Brandon, and Aaron had glanced over at him with that leering, challenging look, as if he was egging him on to say something.

Over the course of the tour Aaron's observations about sex and others had become more and more forward, as if he was on a mission to corrupt him and Brandon, or at the least, challenge their moral beliefs. For himself all that was doing was strengthening his resolve in the Lord and his conviction that the performing world was particularly rife with immorality and temptations. Brandon he was not so sure about. Brandon and Aaron had hit it off the moment they had begun the tour, and over the past month they had been spending more and more time together, most of it huddled together and sharing some private joke, or heading off somewhere by themselves. The way they'd been exchanging looks and touching each other, and the frequency with which the topic of sex was coming up when the three of them were alone, he had a growing suspicion what Aaron and Brandon just might be talking about, and what they might be doing when alone, and while it involved joy sticks, it did not involve video games, one of their passions and what others often thought they were off playing.

The way they'd exchanged grins that morning when Aaron had mentioned his dream about Sara Evans was typical of their behaviour. She was a thirty-two-year-old woman, and married for heaven's sake, with a four-year-old son and a seven-month-old daughter and a forty-year-old husband! Brandon himself had not been as blatant as Aaron but he had skirted around the topic of sex when just the two of them were alone, seeking his advice and help Chris had assumed, but as soon as they started to get into any serious discussion about sexual temptation and the sinful behaviour of their star performer, Brandon quickly withdrew, refusing to talk any more about it or changing the topic. As it became more and more obvious that Brandon was reaching out for help as the tour progressed, particularly when Aaron was off alone with one of the other performers, always males Chris noticed, Chris himself began to initiate some of the conversations in the hope of saving his younger co-star and best friend.

As they rehearsed their routines that morning, Aaron once again commented about how he loved performing before an audience, and how he loved to turn them on, and how they turned him on, stating for the hundredth time that when a person is turned on he can't help but perform better. The way he gyrated his hips during some of his routines and the looks in his eyes, there was no question what he was thinking. With rap and grunge music and the increasing involvement of gangs and drugs in the music industry, that Aaron was slipping down that slope was sad, but no surprise to Christopher. So, that morning instead of just rolling his eyes and telling Aaron and Brandon they were acting like juveniles and trying to ignore them, he countered Aaron's statements. He agreed that performing for fans was important, and that touring was just as much about pleasing the fans as it was promoting themselves, but he also argued that they had a responsibility to their fans, and that was to serve as positive and decent role models, and to promote positive and wholesome attitudes, which was the major purpose of their music. Aaron didn't believe any of it and it was his turn to roll his eyes, but at least it stopped him from making further lewd comments.

Brandon had remained quiet during the discussion, but he had listened carefully as he tried to find a compromise between the two positions. He fully agreed with Chris about their music, but he'd also been awakened by Aaron to the sexual aspect of being a performer and a role model. He did notice that Chris had spoken particularly strongly that morning, and he had noticed that Chris had begun initiating some of their discussions involving sexuality. He had mentioned that to Aaron just a couple days ago and the two of them had concluded that their efforts to get Chris thinking about sex and to begin feeling horny was finally working, which resulted in them stepping up their pressure and becoming more blatant with their insinuations and innuendos. And of course as they increased their efforts to seduce him, Chris increased his counter comments, seeing their increased attack as evidence that he was making them begin to doubt their behaviours and attitudes. It was becoming as much a mission for him to save them as it was for them to seduce him.

It was a seesaw effect, first one side feeling they were winning and then the other. Aaron thought for sure he had Chris when he found out his favourite section of the bible was the Book of Psalms and he pointed out the Psalm of David and how it was an erotic poem about David and Jonathan, but Chris of course strongly objected, claiming it was an allegory for the love between David and the Church, and of course he quoted all the portions of the Bible that supposedly spoke against homosexuality, all of which Aaron had heard and all of which he countered with his own interpretation.

After their rehearsal, they took in some more of the rides and it seemed everything Aaron and Brandon did hinted at a relationship between them, and emphasized their obsession with guys. For example, they always sat together on the rides, arms about each other. Of course that didn't really mean anything, close buddies usually sat together and guys did put their arms about each other's shoulders as comrades, or when squeezed together on some of the rides simply because there was no other choice. When they stopped for a snack, the way Aaron licked his ice cream cone or slipped his lips over his corn dog as he touched himself made it seem erotic, but then he was just horsing around. Being on tour and travelling together and being in each other's face twenty-four hours a day they'd developed a unique friendship and camaraderie that only performers could understand, so even that behaviour did not mean anything. It was like when they were goofing around with Greg Raposo on the stage and Aaron was making farting noises in the mic. He was after all only fifteen, two years younger than himself.

The rides, the excitement of the fair, the extra sugar, and especially the increasing involvement of Chris in discussing sex had Aaron even more hyper than usual that afternoon. So, when he'd spotted two guys on the fair grounds walking hand in hand, he'd popped an instant boner and wished that he could be so open. He was tempted to take Brandon's hand, just to say it was a lark, but he thought better of it. They were fortunate they were able to mingle with the crowd without being recognized and it would be wise not to do anything to draw attention to themselves. Besides, a picture of him holding hands with another boy was the last thing his family needed at the moment.

Of course he had immediately pointed it out to Brandon and Chris, and he noticed Brandon immediately popped a boner himself. Although Chris took what Aaron considered the chicken way out, falling back on the teaching of the Bible and hiding behind his religion instead of trying to think independently and come to his own opinion about homosexuality, Aaron did notice that it took longer than usual for him to respond, and that there had been a brief flicker of doubt in Chris's eyes. It was brief, but it was there, and that was not something that would have occurred at the beginning of the tour.

As they retired to rest up for the evening performance, their second last one on the American leg of his tour, Aaron lay down with one thought on his mind, and that was how he and Brandon were going to get in Chris's pants with only two nights left. It was going to take a miracle, and he and Brandon had tried all the tricks from talking about fans turning them on to sporting boners and flashing them at Chris, from horsing around and groping each other during impromptu football sessions in the evening to the innuendos when they showered after the game of Paintball in Detroit, from talking about how a man has needs to arguing the merits of homosexuality itself. He had fallen short of suggesting buying briefs and giving Chris a massage as he had with Brandon. Although they appeared to have worn down Chris's resistance, he knew they were nowhere near getting him to drop his pants and join them in some sex fun.

As they gathered back at the amphitheatre later that afternoon to get ready for their seven o'clock performance, Aaron had not come up with an answer, and he sensed a seriousness in Chris that he'd never seen before that had made him wonder if he and Brandon had gotten into a tiff, something that was not unusual when high strung performers like themselves lived in such confined spaces and together for extended periods of times. It was especially likely since he knew Brandon wanted to get into Chris's pants as badly as he did and knew they only had that night and the next, so he might have done something forward. He tried to find a moment alone with Brandon to ask but never found the chance. The next hour went by quickly as Aaron checked the sound system one last time, everyone made sure the props and their costumes were in place, and everyone went over the rough spots in their routines. Once the performance began, all of them focussed on doing their jobs. Despite their differences, they all were sincere and dedicated young performers, and they all loved what they did.

"That was truly wicked," observed Aaron as they headed off the stage of the open air amphitheatre after their last bow. "One of our best performances yet."

"Oh yeah, it was awesome. The fans were really connecting tonight," agreed Brandon.

"Yeah, they were," agreed Chris. "And that's what it's all about, the fans," he added, a strange look on his face and a catch in his voice. Brandon and Aaron exchanged glances, wondering what was going on in his head.

"So, I imagine you boys want to take in some more of the rides," observed Brandon's mother. "Or spend the rest of the evening at the Xbox Odyssey," she added with a smile, referring to a thirty-five hundred square foot inflatable dome with wall-to-wall Xbox video games and the latest music blaring at top volume.

"Yeah, if that's all right. I just got to try their turbo-pods again."

"And another game of Halo!"

"Oh yeah!"

"Well, we have to be on the road early tomorrow for Sacramento, but I think you earned it," she observed, glancing over at Jane Carter, who nodded her agreement.

"You mind if I talk to Brandon and Chris about something for a bit?" Chris asked as they headed out across the fairgrounds.

"No, go ahead," said Brittany, "take your time."

"Yeah," agreed Libby, "we can manage on our own."

"Actually, it's kind of hard to meet guys with the three of you tagging along," Brittany said with a grin.

"So, what you want to do first, a ride or get something to eat?"

"A ride, a scarey one with a couple cute guys we can hold onto," Brittany said with a grin, and the two girls headed off with a giggle.

"Grabbing something to eat sounds like a good idea. I'm famished," Brandon observed.

"Yeah, two hours of performing will do that," agreed Aaron. "What about La Familia?" he asked, knowing Chris particularly liked Mexican food.

"Sure," Chris agreed.

"So, whatsup?" asked Brandon, turning to Chris as they sat down at one of the tables with their burritos and curly fries.

"This," he said, taking a carefully folded paper from his back pocket and handling it to Brandon. Aaron shuffled his chair closer and looked over his shoulder as he unfolded it and began to read.

"Dear Chris, I don't know if this letter will actually get to you or if you have others read and answer your fan mail, but I'm thinking you are not the type to be a fake and that you wouldn't cheat your fans like that. I know I'm taking a big risk if someone else reads your mail and reads this and an even bigger risk of offending you if you open it yourself, but I just have to write to you. I think that Jump 5 is totally with it, with your message about God and love and understanding and all, and besides you are all great performers and have great voices. I especially admire you and think you are the most awesome of the group. I love the way you can do back flips as if they were the easiest thing in the world, and I love your dance steps. I know you are the major tumbler in the group and I read in a fan magazine that you don't even have to stretch before you perform. I love the way you've dyed your hair and the new style. It really suits you. You should keep it that way. I think you have a totally awesome body and would be so grateful if you could send me an autographed picture. I love that outfit you wear with the black T with white stripes on the sides and the faded jeans with the black thighs. I suppose you get thousands of letters like this and can't send pictures to everyone, but this one is different. I am a gymnast like you, and a guy, like you too. Grin. I am also gay. I was not going to tell you that last part, but I am, and that is why I am really writing, to tell you how much you turn me on, in all ways, your body, your voice, your personality, everything. I know you are a devout Christian, but I'm thinking you are a true Christian besides, one who does not judge people for what they are, and that you really practice what you sing about and that you love all of God's creations, including gays. Anyway, I hope you continue being real successful and wanted to write to you cuz I know there are hundreds of other guys like me who have dreams about you and I wanted you to know that and how much you mean to me and guys like me. Love, your loyal fan, Bradley."

"Whoa, where did you get this?"

"It was in the stack of fan mail back on the tour bus. I was reading through some of them while everyone else was taking a nap."

"They put this one in the pile for you to read?" asked Brandon in surprise. They at one time opened their own letters and read and responded to them, but with the volume of mail they were now getting, that was impossible, and like with Aaron, once the perverted mail began to arrive all their letters were screened, though by nature of their songs and their usual audience, that sort of mail was a lot rarer than for Aaron. They of course still liked to hear from their fans, which was one of the best things of being a performer, so they were given as much of the mail as was possible, splitting up the group fan mail and putting the mail addressed specifically to one of them in separate piles.

"I don't think they had finished sorting it out," Chris said, "or if they had, this one obviously got included in my pile by accident."

Obviously. Brandon and Aaron glanced quickly at each other and then away before their suspicions were noticed. "So, you going to send him an autographed pic?"

"Well, yeah," Chris responded uncomfortably.

"Well I can see why you wanted to talk to us about the letter," Aaron observed.

"Yeah, it is, well, different," agreed Brandon.

Chris stared down at his burrito as he dug his toe into the dirt under the table. "I was . . . well . . . wondering what you guys thought about gays." He looked up at Aaron hesitantly, almost fearfully.

"I think they are great," Aaron replied with a grin, "the salt of the earth as they say."

Chris looked over at Brandon.

"I think the same as I think of straights," he said with a shrug. "There's all kinds of people that make up the world, all colours, all religions, good and bad, gay and straight. Each one is his own person, has his own personality, just like the three of us, and each of the others on tour."

"But they, ah, well, they-."

"Do nasty stuff, like suck dick and screw each other up the butt," finished Aaron.

"Well, yeah," replied Chris, embarrassed by such talk even if he was two years older than Aaron and would be eighteen in just a little over four months. "What I was going to say was for two people of the same sex to have sex together is a sin."

"Not everyone thinks so."

"But the Bible ."

"Doesn't come right out and say so."

"Sodom ."

"Was destroyed because of the inhospitality of the citizens. Jesus said 'if anyone will not welcome you or listen to your words, shake off the dust of your feet when you leave that home or town. I tell you the truth, it will be more bearable for Sodom and Gomorrah on the day of judgement than for that town' according to Matthew," responded Aaron, to the surprise of both Brandon and Chris. He'd been doing his homework in preparation for just such a moment as this, knowing Chris would bring up the Bible.

"Leviticus says thou shalt not lie with mankind, as with womankind."

"It also says men who do shall surely be put to death. Are you saying all gays should be stoned to death?"

"Well, no, of course not."

"That's the problem with the Bible, it was written down thousands of years ago, by humans. It says we are to stone prostitutes and not sleep in the same bed as women who are menstruating, and people could have more than one wife. We don't believe in any of that anymore."

"We are all made by God, gay and straight. Why would God make gays if it is so wrong?" offered Brandon.

"Gays choose their lifestyle."

"Oh, right, gays choose to lead a life ninety percent of the population detests, that can get them beaten up if not killed, that is illegal in many countries, that governments and churches condemn and persecute. . . ."

"Besides, Jesus said that God said for us to love one another and not to judge. He came to the defence of prostitutes and the oppressed. That's what our music is all about. You yourself said that we really hope people will see the love of God through our music, that life is full of so many blessings when you get to know Him and that we hope our music helps people our age realize that."

That was true. Chris had said that in an interview, and he believed it, and he had already thought about what he had said. He picked at his burrito for a moment before looking up at Aaron hesitantly, and with the same look of fear. "You are gay, aren't you?"

"Yeah. I am. I don't go around announcing it, but I'm gay, and proud of it."

Chris slowly looked over at his co-performer with even greater hesitancy.

"I don't know, but I like guys, and I've had sex with guys. Well, with Aaron. If that makes me gay I guess I am, but I think there's a lot more to being gay than just having sex. Anyway, I don't hate gays or despise them."

"I don't hate them either, or despise them."

"But you don't love them either."

"No. I don't feel either, love or hate. To tell you the truth, I don't really know much about them, or understand how they can feel the way they do."

"Well, in that case you came to the right guys," Aaron said with a grin as he put his arm around Brandon and hugged him tightly. Chris looked at him with a frown and a look of discomfort. If he didn't despise gays, he had a funny way of showing it. "Hey, I'm just kidding around!" Aaron said as he removed his arm. This clearly was not going to be easy.

Finishing off their burritos, they found a secluded spot and began to talk. Aaron began at the beginning, telling about his initiation into gay sex just a little over two years ago, and Brandon talked about Aaron introducing him to sex with guys at the end of their last tour with him, almost a year ago. They both talked about how everyone has sexual needs no matter if they were male or female, no matter if they were gay or straight, no matter what their age, which resulted in some embarrassing moments sometimes, but which could also be very enjoyable and satisfying, and Aaron talked about some of the gay fans he'd gotten to know.

Chris knew some fans had erotic fantasies about teen celebrities and some girls even wrote romantic fiction about them, though he'd never suspected their fans of being like that, and he certainly had not considered guys in that category until that afternoon, not with the type of music they performed. Being a normal, healthy boy he was not immune to the occasional erection, which he agreed was embarrassing to be seen in that condition by fans in the front row, and fellow performers, and he could see especially by one's sister, both Aaron and Brandon having performing sisters. His healthy mind, his steadfast faith, a rigorous physical routine, and cold showers kept that problem of all adolescent boys to a minimum for him however. Despite the temptation, he had not even succumbed to that solitary vice that almost everyone gave into at sometime in their life. That confession surprised Aaron, and made the idea of getting into his pants all the hotter.

"So you really think guys can be turned on by our songs and dances?" Chris asked. "I mean our performances specifically. Our lyrics are all about God and self esteem and those sort of things, and the dances aren't provocative or anything. That's been on purpose. We all agreed once we resort to taking off our clothes, people will no longer see the real things we have to offer."

"Oh, guys can get turned on, believe me," Aaron replied. Chris's innocence was amusing in a way. It was also a major turn on and his dick could not help stirring. "Com'on, you got a great body what with all the exercise you get, you got a great voice and talent, and you're good looking and Bradley is right, your hair does look great the way you've done it. Yeah, guys get turned on, but is that such a bad thing?"

"Well, it just feels weird knowing there's guys out there watching us and getting aroused, you know?"

"Weirder than knowing there's girls out there getting aroused?"

"Well, yeah. It's just that guys, well, you know," Chris replied, making a face as he struggled to put his feelings into words. "Like I said, I don't have a clue how a guy can possibly like another guy that way, or what it feels like to be gay."

"Guys like guys just the same way as other guys like girls. It feels the same as being straight, except when it comes to feelings about girls, and then just substitute guys for how you feel about girls," replied Aaron.

"And sex with guys isn't as bad as you might think," Brandon added in support.

"I find that difficult to believe."

"There's only one way to find out, and that's to try," Aaron suggested, looking right into Chris's eyes.

"Huh, I don't think so," Chris replied uncomfortably and a bit nervously.

"You couldn't find two safer guys to try it with," offered Brandon.

"Oh yeah, we're very understanding."

"And gentle."

"Oh yeah."

"And you can stop any time you want and we'd understand."

"Not that you'd want to once we get started."

"Oh yeah!" Brandon agreed with a sparkle in his eyes.

"And it is the only way to really appreciate what sex between guys is like."

"The best part is that you don't have to be gay to enjoy it."

"Though it does help," Aaron said with a grin.

It was not the first time Chris had considered making such a drastic move. He had strong, Christian values and morals, but he was also young and healthy with surging hormones and needs that he had been suppressing for the past six years, ever since he'd hit puberty. He had not even given in and tried masturbation as almost every boy in the world had by his age, and given the frequency and intensity of temptations around him as an entertainer, that was even more phenomenal, and especially with the pressure Aaron and Brandon had been putting on him this past month. He had wondered what it might be like to try something with Brandon, or Aaron, or both, and had imagined how he might approach them, but that was as far as it had ever gone.

"Let us educate you," Aaron whispered in his ear as he placed a hot hand on Chris's thigh. He'd seen that look of curiosity and desire in guys' eyes before and knew it was time to strike. He slowly stroked Chris's thigh with a feather-light touch and was rewarded with the swelling of the bulge in his trousers. Snuggling closer, he continued to gently stroke his leg as he bowed his head and kissed him lightly on the cheek. Chris inhaled nervously, inhaling the heady fragrance of Aaron's cologne and his natural boy aroma, the result of the warm May night and their hot, sweaty performance that evening. Aaron kissed him a second and third time, each one slightly more forcefully, and with a slight nod of his head and flick of his eyes, indicated for Brandon to take over down below.

Brandon was quickly swelling with the sight of Aaron kissing and caressing Chris and needed no further advice. Shuffling over to the other side of Chris, he began to caress his other thigh as Aaron removed his hand and reached up to unbutton the top button of Chris's shirt, at the same time gently kissing him on the lips. Being kissed on the lips, and having his band mate and close buddy caressing his thigh, were powerful new experiences and Chris's immediate reaction was to resist, but as he inhaled deeply to voice his objection Aaron pressed his lips more firmly against his in a second kiss and Chris once again inhaled the unique fragrance of his cologne and natural odour. He had to admit that being kissed and having his leg stroked was arousing.

Aaron knew from experience that he had to press on quickly. Chris was at that critical stage bordering on acceptance and giving in to his curiosity and his most basic of physical needs, or rejecting what his body was telling him and succumbing to the years of prejudice and accepted discrimination that he'd been indoctrinated with. The latter was strong, and indeed, formed the basis of the beliefs that guided his day-to-day life, his very philosophy of what made a man and what was decent and acceptable in this world of temptations and corruption. His physical urges were strong also though, his body having been denied the pleasure he was currently feeling for so long. That pleasure he could have still rejected had it not have been the result of what two trusted and good friends were doing, two friends whom he respected and knew were decent.

While Chris struggled with his conflicting emotions and his decision, Aaron unbuttoned his shirt and was now caressing his smooth, muscular chest, running his fingers over Chris's warm, solid flesh. He had firm pecs and strong arms, the result of his vigorous dance routine and daily physical exercise and Aaron's cock quickly began to swell with desire as he caressed the teenage gymnast's chest. He ran his fingertips around Chris's nipples, first the right and then the left, and he knew the erotic desire that was causing. At the same time Brandon reached up and unzipped Chris's fly and unbuttoned the top button of his trousers. Spreading over the flaps of his trousers, he slipped his hand over Chris's flat stomach and extended his fingers between his legs. His crotch was warm and damp and his semierect cock throbbed under Brandon's hand, separated from it by only the thin cotton of his boxers.

"I . . . I don't . . . I think. . . ."

"Don't think," whispered Aaron as he nibbled on Chris's ear. "Just feel," he whispered as he kissed his cheek. "Go with the flow."

He kissed Chris on the lips again, firm, hot, and moist, and at the same time he ran his fingertips over Chris's right nipple, sending tingles of arousal through the sensitive bud as he gently stroked it. Chris felt Brandon's hands slipping under the elastic band of his boxers and slowly pushing them down. Aaron's fingers caressing his sensitive nipple and Brandon's hot hands on his backside, he struggled with the lust welling up in his body and years of indoctrination. As he felt his boxers slipping off his backside and down his legs he felt his resistance slipping away, and then Aaron was sucking face and firmly stroking his other nipple and Brandon's fingers were wrapping about his stiff, throbbing erection and he surrendered. He sucked on Aaron's lips as Aaron was sucking on his, returning his kiss, and he sighed with the delight and eroticism of having his hard, burning nipples stroked and his cock tightly squeezed. As he squirmed and returned Aaron's kisses, he quickly unbuttoned his shirt and began to caress his smooth, warm back.

Knowing they had passed the turning point, Aaron twisted around and pulled down Brandon's fly and unbuttoned the top of his jeans. Brandon was already fully erect and his slender, stiff cock was tenting out his boxers. Aaron quickly drew them down and snuggling closer, he brushed his lips against Brandon's cock and inhaled the spicy fragrance of his crotch. Chris sat there for a moment in a combination of surprise and arousal as he stared at Brandon's stiff six-and-a-half inch cock, the first erection he'd ever seen other than his own, and at Aaron brushing Brandon's shaft with his lips, the same lips that only seconds ago had been kissing his. Brandon at the same time was slowly and gently stroking his own stiff cock, doing that act that all these years he had resisted doing himself, slowly drawing his foreskin back until his mushroom-shaped knob was fully exposed, which felt strange in the night air, and then slowly pulling the skin back up and covering it. He had a gorgeous cock, creamy white with a purple-red knob and a single deep blue vein running down the underside, half an inch longer than Brandon, and a full foreskin.

He slowly layed down and twisting around reached for Aaron's legs. Aaron immediately shuffled closer so Chris could pull down his fly. He raised his hips to make it easier for him to pull down his trousers, and then his boxers, which created a momentary problem as his erection snagged on the fly. As he felt Chris's fingers slip about his stiff cock, Aaron smiled, knowing that his cock was the first the teenage singer and dancer had ever held. As Brandon had observed, a guy did not have to be gay to enjoy sex between guys. Actually, seducing a straight boy for the first time had to be one of the most erotic acts of them all. As Aaron turned his attention back to Brandon's cock, he smiled a second time. Actually, sucking off a hot teenager like Brandon rated up there near the top also. He sighed with pleasure as he leaned forward and ran his tongue up Brandon's stiff cock and felt Chris slowly begin to draw his foreskin back. If he ever had to rank his sexual pleasures he'd have a most difficult time!

Brandon had hesitated going down on Chris in fear that he might frighten him off, but as he felt Aaron's tongue running up his shaft once again and saw Chris beginning to stroke Aaron, he figured he was as safe as he was ever going to be. With his heart pumping with excitement as one of his hottest fantasies of the past year was about to be realized, he lowered his head and stuck out his tongue. He inhaled deeply, his breath shuddering with nervousness, and he trembled with the erotic fragrance of Chris's musky groin. Starting at the base of his swollen cock, he ran his tongue up the shaft and over the exposed knob.

Chris trembled with excitement. He could not believe what was happening. He was stroking off Aaron Carter as he was licking Brandon's cock, and Brandon was licking his. His cockhead ached like he'd never felt it ache before, and as Brandon's hot, wet tongue ran along the rim it ached even stronger yet. A large dollop of clear pre-cum oozed from the horny, virgin teenager's cock, and Brandon quickly flipped it up with the tip of his tongue and savoured it, causing his own cock to leak. Aaron of course immediately noticed, and like Brandon, wasted no time lapping up the treat.

Eying Aaron's thick, stiff cock doubtfully, Chris inhaled deeply and nervously as he prepared himself for something he'd have sworn that morning you'd never find him doing. Starting at the base as he'd seen the others do, he slowly ran his tongue up Aaron's shaft and over his knob and along the rim, causing Aaron to similarly leak a dollop of pre-cum. His cock was being licked by a straight boy, a religious, strictly moral Christian boy, for the boy's very first time. It was too much! Another dollop of clear pre-cum oozed from his pee slit. Encouraged by the discovery that a guy's cock did not taste badly, Chris hesitantly ran the tip of his tongue through the clear slime and discovered that pre-cum was actually quite delicious. The sight of the seventeen-year-old star with his shaggy blond hair with dark streaks, his fine, long lashes, his sexy eyes glazed with arousal, his cross chain dangling from his neck and a streamer of pre-cum stretching from the tip of his dick to his tongue had Aaron pumping out still another dollop of the sweet offering.

Unable to wait any longer, Aaron went down on Brandon, slipping his mouth over the teenager's swollen knob and easing his lips down his shaft, taking all six-and-a-half inches in his mouth. Tightening his lips, he slowly eased them back up the perverse lollipop, sucking on the turgid flesh at the same time. Inhaling his musky fragrance, he slowly eased his lips back down, continuing to gently suck on the fleshy tube. At the same time, Brandon went down on Chris, slipping his mouth down his swollen, throbbing cock and then drawing his lips up, being careful to go slowly and to avoid the rim of his cock with his tongue, knowing how hot getting blown for the first time was. That he was the first to be sucking Chris's cock was a major turn on for himself, and he fought back the desire to shoot off a load but delighted in the building erotic tension at the same time. Copying what was being done to him, Chris slowly slipped his mouth over Aaron's knob. Unaccustomed to having a hot, throbbing knob in his mouth and inexperienced, he went much slower and more cautiously than Aaron or Brandon, and certainly not as far down, and contrary to what he'd expected, he found going down on another guy's cock was in no way repulsive and the taste no way repugnant. In fact, he found it just the opposite.

Of course having his cock sucked by a boy for that boy's very first time was fucking erotic, and Aaron gasped and panted with the pleasure of being sucked as much as he panted and gasped with the pleasure of sucking another boy's cock. Christopher Fedun was sucking on his most private part and engaging in that perverse act most considered filthy and an insult eagerly and willingly, and from the way he was working his lips up and down his swollen cock he was evidently enjoying it. That was fucking awesome, and Aaron attacked Brandon's cock with even greater vigour, slipping his lips up and down the length rapidly and sucking on it even more forcefully. He knew the throbbing pleasure he was feeling between his legs was the same pleasure he was causing between Brandon's, and that was the greatest thing about being gay, having the same equipment as your partner and knowing exactly how your partner was feeling.

Brandon had a good idea how Chris was feeling also, having his cock sucked for his very first time, and sucking on a guy's cock for the first time himself. He remembered his first oral session with Aaron, and how hot it had felt getting blown, and how wicked it had felt sucking cock for his first time. He had dreamed about sucking off Chris many times in his jerk off sessions and while dreaming lazily on those long road tips when they were on tour. Now it was no longer a dream. It was a reality. He was sucking Chris Fedun off and would soon be swallowing his hot boy juice. Brandon delighted in that thought as he slowly slipped his thick lips down Chris's throbbing cock as far as he could and he savoured the fragrance of his musky crotch.

Brandon was the first to go off, filling Aaron's mouth with his hot, thick cream, and as he shuddered and moaned in his ecstasy, it was clear to Chris what was happening even as a novice at sucking cock and his lack of any experience otherwise. The idea of Brandon shooting off in Aaron's mouth was just too much for the seventeen-year-old virgin. The hot throbbing between his legs had turned to a numb pulse and a desperate desire to pee over the past minute, a desire that had been rapidly building much to both his delight and surprise. He'd never engaged in any form of sex before, not even masturbation, so the physical sensations he was experiencing were totally new for the seventeen-year-old. So, when he suddenly felt a sharp twang deep in his groin and that urge suddenly became a reality, he didn't even have time to warn Brandon what was happening. His cum surged up the core of his cock with a burning sensation not unlike when he took a leak and then spurted out of the tip with an even greater burning sensation. He gasped and he groaned openly with the sudden and totally new pleasure, his numb, swollen cock throbbing hotly and pleasantly as he shot out his stuff for the first time in his life.

Aaron knew very well what was happening, and with his mouth filling with Brandon's hot, thick cum and plugged by Brandon's slender cock, he mumbled a warning to Chris seconds before he himself reached that peak. He inhaled deeply and tensed as he felt the dam burst and his cum gush up the centre of his cock and out the tip, quickly filling Chris's mouth. It was a wonderful, violent explosion, and he groaned with the pleasure of shooting off a thick load. As the hot, slimy jizz filled his mouth, Chris automatically swallowed and the seventeen-year-old singer and dancer trembled with the unique taste and texture of cum as it oozed down his throat, his first taste of another guy's semen. He inhaled deeply as his mouth was quickly filled with the thick, tart cum, and unable to swallow fast enough, it oozed out from the corners of his lips and down and around his chin. The air surrounding the three boys was filled with the aroma of fresh cum as the three shot off their loads and eagerly swallowed each other's thick teenage juice.

It had been totally fantastic. For Brandon there was the added delight of having brought off Chris for the first time in his life, and for Aaron there was the added delight of being the first to have his cock sucked by the straight and until then innocent and inexperienced teen. This being his first act of sex with anyone, Chris lay there in wonder as he trembled with the powerful, special pleasure of his very first ejaculation and sighed with the unique pleasure of having brought another boy off, a pleasure which he discovered you really did not have to be gay to enjoy. The three finally parted and lay there on the ground staring up at the black Oregon sky and sparkling stars, their lips moist with spittle and cum, their breaths smelling of cock and fresh spunk, their cocks once again flaccid but now wet with spit and the last trickle of cum. Their laboured breathing slowly returned to normal.

"So," Aaron asked, raising up on an elbow and glancing over at Chris, "any regrets?"

"No," he replied, a grin slowly curling his lips, "none."

"Didn't think so," Aaron observed with a smile. He glanced over at Brandon. "You two won't have to be spending any more lonely nights on the road," he added with a smile. Brandon began to blush, knowing that Aaron knew how he felt about Chris. Aaron reached down and took Chris's limp cock in his hand. "You have a nice size cock," he observed.

"So do you," Chris responded. "Both of you do," he added, glancing at Brandon and smiling self-consciously.

"Looks like it wants more," Aaron observed as Chris's cock began to swell.

"Can't very well help it with you fiddling with it like that," Chris responded with a smile.

Aaron looked over at Brandon, and seeing the look in his eyes, he raised his eyebrows and nodded discretely at Chris. Aaron knew that look. Brandon was just as turned on as he was over finally seducing Chris, and besides, being a normal, healthy teenager, with normal, healthy desires, it was going to take more than one blow job to satisfy him that night. There was another look too though, a look of love. He'd seen that look before, in Shad's eyes, and now more recently Jesse's. There was no doubt about it, Brandon Hargest was in love with his co-performer and friend Chris Fedun.

Brandon was, and acting on Aaron's discrete urging, he wrapped an arm about Chris and closing his eyes, he gave him a soft, gentle kiss. Delighted when Chris did not react negatively as he was afraid he might, he kissed him again, just as tender but longer, and inhaling deeply, he kissed him a third time. Aaron sat there motionlessly, Chris's limp cock still in his hand, and he smiled as he felt it begin to swell. Turning slightly and slipping his arms about Brandon, Chris took the lead and initiated the fourth kiss. Although a virgin until this night and having religiously remained pure of thought and pure in action, he was not innocent, and he did not live in a sheltered environment. He had seen pictures of guys holding hands before, and even kissing, and he had a tolerant attitude and figured they had a right to live the lives they wanted to. He had not, however, understood how two guys could possibly feel the same type of love as a man and woman did. Now, as Brandon drew him to him and their naked chests pressed against each other as they kissed for a fifth time, still more forcefully and longer yet, he understood.

Aaron smiled as he saw Brandon's cock slowly beginning to swell also and he continued to sit there, continuing to hold Chris's cock but making no move, content to watch the two horny teenage boys kiss and caress each other, the spark of their love for each other evident in the tender way they kissed and touched. He thought of his own loves, his puppy love with Shad Moss, better known to the public as Lil Bow Wow, and his current love with Jesse McCartney, formerly of Dream Street and now striking out on his own, and his own cock began to swell as he thought of the sweet times they'd had together. It was not long before all three teens were stiff and aching to get off once again.

As Aaron released Chris's throbbing bone and slid back, Brandon glanced over at him and the young singer dropped his eyes as he nodded toward Chris's lower torso and jerked his hips. Looking back up, he saw a moment of hesitation in Brandon's eyes, quickly followed by desire. Aaron understood. Not all guys were into fucking, and especially getting fucked. He could see Brandon's hesitancy and worry that Chris might not be willing. To allow another guy to shove his cock up your ass was the ultimate in submission, and, Aaron felt, the ultimate expression of the love between two people. Fucking, to him, took true commitment, and he fully understood why Brandon would want to do it with Chris, besides the obvious pleasure of the act.

Fucking Chris was certainly not a new thought for Brandon. Ever since Aaron had first fucked him, he'd thought about doing it with Chris, both fucking him and being fucked by him, wondering what it would be like and imagining how great it could be. For a year he'd been yearning to do it, and now he had the opportunity. Wanting to bring Chris as much pleasure as Aaron had brought him that first night they had fucked each other, he was worried though, worried that Chris might not feel the same way about getting fucked, and worried he might not be as good as Aaron. Slipping his arms about Chris once more and kissing him again, he slowly eased Chris down on his back, and as he sprawled out on top of him, Chris caressed his naked back and returned his kisses. Laying on top of him, their smooth, naked chests and flat stomachs pressed against each other, the two teens kissed with renewed passion, their stiff cocks trapped between their stomachs and throbbing with desire.

Brandon squirmed down, kissing Chris's neck and his chest as he wiggled down further, positioning himself between Chris's legs. Chris had not thought anything about it and had only assumed Brandon was making his way down his body to blow him again. When Brandon stopped and looked down at him, Chris suddenly realized from the look in his eyes and position he'd assumed between his legs that Brandon had something much different in mind. Confirming his suspicion, Aaron shuffled over to them, their clothes wrapped up into a bundle, and with a smile at the two of them, he began to slip them under Chris's hips.

Uncertain if he wanted to do what was evidently intended but at the same time sexually aroused, Chris hesitantly allowed Brandon and Aaron to raise his hips and slip the rolled up clothing under him so that his ass was raised off the ground. As he looked up and saw the lust and the love in Brandon's deep blue eyes, he made his decision. He was still apprehensive and worried, and he could not discard years of conditioning just like that, but he knew that Aaron and Brandon had been serious when they'd said they would be gentle, and that he couldn't find two safer guys to do it with. He also knew this was something Brandon wanted to do, and he had to admit from the way he was feeling, that he wanted it too, for himself, and for Brandon.

So, as Brandon knelt between his outspread legs with his ass raised up in the air, he smiled up at the anxious sixteen-year-old, letting him know that he was all right with what they were about to do. Brandon smiled back, a self-conscious smile that failed to mask that he was still worried, not that Chris didn't want to do what they were about to do now, but still worried that he might not be able to do it, and even if he managed to, that he would not please Chris. He inhaled deeply and nervously as he shuffled forward and placed the tip of his aching cock against Chris's asshole. Exhaling with a shudder, he inhaled still more deeply as he slowly pressed forward, pressing the tip of his cock against the straining sphincter.

"Push out, like you're taking a crap," advised Aaron, just as eager to see the two boys unite as they were.

Chris did as Aaron advised, pushing out with all his strength as Brandon continued to push forward. His anus hurt as he felt Brandon's knob stretching it open, and he wondered if maybe what they were trying to do was going to be impossible.

"You guys are going to need a little lubrication," Aaron observed, and leaning over, he puckered his lips and drooled between Chris's legs.

His warm, slick spittle oozed down between his legs and over his asshole and around Brandon's dickhead. Aaron worked up another mouthful of spittle and Brandon drew back and positioned the tip of his dick against Chris's hole again as Aaron once again drooled his spittle over Chris's butthole and Brandon's dickhead. Brandon pressed forward once more and Chris pushed out again and ever so slowly his sphincter stretched open. Feeling the tip of his dickhead wedging in Chris crack, Brandon continued to push forward, ever so slowly continuing to stretch open Chris's sphincter until at last the knob of his cock popped inside.

The two boys paused to catch their breath and as they did so, Aaron worked up another mouthful of spittle and this time drooled it over Chris's dickhead and stiff dick. Straddling the older teenager so he was facing him, Aaron slowly wiggled back and Brandon quickly raised Chris's stiff cock and positioned it, recalling how Aaron had backed up on him the first time the two of them had engaged in anal sex. Chris immediately realized what Aaron had in mind, and the idea of penetrating his ass with his stiff, aching cock as Brandon had just penetrated his was the most erotic thought to have ever entered his mind. Experienced and eager, and having had his ass penetrated plenty of times, Aaron had far less difficulty than Brandon and Chris had despite the fact Chris's cock was much thicker than Brandon's. Chris was surprised to feel his knob pop inside Aaron's rectum so easily, and he lie there not knowing what to expect, and even less sure what was expected of him. As for Brandon, the idea of Chris having his cock up Aaron's ass just as he had his up Chris's, and Chris discovering what it was like to fuck another guy up the ass while finding out what it was like to be fucked at the same time was so totally erotic he became worried that he might pop off just with the thought of it. He'd had many fantasies about what he and Chris would do, and he and Aaron with Chris, but never had he imagined something like this.

So, as Brandon slowly sank his cock the rest of the way up Chris's rectum, Aaron slid back, impaling himself on Chris's long, thick prong. Just as Aaron delighted in feeling a hot, hard cock stuffing his rectum, so did Chris. And, just as Brandon delighted in the feeling of having a hot, moist rectum encasing his aching, stiff cock, so did Chris. That Chris was feeling the same sensations as he was, that his stiff, aching cock was surrounded by hot, pulsating flesh just the same as his was, was a major turn on for Brandon, and especially knowing that Chris was experiencing the awesome sensation for the very first time. That Chris was feeling the same thing as Aaron also, the unique sensation of having his ass stuffed with a hard, throbbing cock, was doubly awesome, and again, even more so considering it was also something he'd never felt before.

With those erotic thoughts, Brandon slowly began to pump his hips to and fro, slowly working his stiff, throbbing cock in and out of Chris's hot, moist hole. He was tight, reminding Brandon that Chris was a virgin, which caused his loins to ache all the more and he had to concentrate with all his strength to stop from shooting. This was Chris's first time and he wanted the pleasure of being fucked to last as long as he could make it. Aaron had the same thoughts as he slowly eased his body forward and then slowly sank back down on Chris's aching cock. He knew how turned on Chris had to be, being fucked and fucking ass both for the first time, and he fought the desire to go fast. Chris would be shooting off soon enough, and he also wanted the pleasure of his first fuck to last for as long as possible, and not just for Chris's sake. He wanted this first time to be perfect for Brandon, something he and Chris would remember fondly for the rest of their lives, and something they would both want to repeat many times in the future. And, of course, he wanted it to last for himself, delighting in the feeling of having his rectum stuffed with a hard, throbbing cock.

Chris did not know on which to concentrate. His cock felt more swollen than it had ever felt before, and having his entire cock surrounded by hot, throbbing flesh was something he'd never even thought about before, and certainly a pleasure he could never have imagined.

Having his rectum stuffed with a slender, throbbing cock was certainly something else he'd never thought about before, and certainly was not something he would have imagined being a pleasure. As Brandon slowly pumped his hips to and fro, working his stiff cock in and out of his ass, Chris inhaled deeply with the burning pleasure pulsating about his anus and the sharp pangs of pleasure each time Brandon's dick brushed against his sphincter. At the same time he trembled with the delight of having Aaron's hot, moist ass pulsating about his aching cock and the burning pleasure encircling his knob.

It was a warm Oregon night and there having been a new moon only three days earlier, it was a dark night with only the smallest crescent of a moon to light the sky.

The music of the midway rides and the screams of the riders and the laughter of children and adults as they enjoyed the last minutes of the fair could be faintly heard in the distance. If the fair goers had paused for a moment and listened, they would also have heard the sounds of enjoyment in the distance, the heavy, laboured breathing of three teenage boys as they gasped and grunted in their final minutes also. Sweat trickled down his naked body as Brandon grasped Chris's hips and eagerly and anxiously worked his hips to and fro, working rapidly now as the tension that had built in his loins demanded relief. Aaron was sweating also as he too slid to and fro, riding Chris's hot, throbbing cock as he too ached to relieve the tension that had developed in his loins. And Chris, having his ass fucked and his stiff cock ridden, was panting as loudly as the other two and aching even more badly to get off a load as sweat collected in his pits and trickled down his ribs. For only the second time in his seventeen years he felt the growing tension in his groin, and as his cock went numb and he again felt the urge to pee, he knew this time what was about to happen, and he tensed with delight and anticipation.

So hot and so in tune with each other, the three boys reached their orgasms simultaneously. As Brandon clenched Chris's hips and lunged his hips forward and his cum gushed up the core of his cock, Aaron sank back down on Chris's aching cock as Chris's cum began to rise and as his own began to race up the centre of his numbed dick. As Brandon began to fill Chris's rectum with his hot, thick seed, so was Chris spurting his thick, hot cum up Aaron's ass, and as Aaron felt his rectum being filled with Chris's jism he began to spurt, his thick, white cum flying out of the tip of his jerking cock and spraying Chris's naked body. Squirt after squirt erupted from his cock, lacing Chris's heaving chest and face with his hot, thick streamers as Chris's cock throbbed out his own thick juices to fill Aaron's rectum and Brandon's cum flooded his own. The three teens gasped and tensed with the power and pleasure of their youthful orgasms, their stiff cocks throbbing and the tips and knobs burning with pleasure, Aaron and Chris's assholes tingling and pulsating with delight, and all three boys' balls drawn up tight as they once again shot their teenage loads. Their chests rose and fell with exertion as they trembled in their ecstasy, and they gulped in the warm night air scented now with teen sweat and the fresh, nutty fragrance of cum.

They lie there for several minutes enjoying the flush that follows, thrilling at the release of tension and the pleasant, dull throbbing of their cocks, all three still stiff, and Brandon's still buried up Chris's rectum and Chris's still plugging Aaron's asshole. Their breathing gradually returned to normal, and they finally separated. Chris's cock felt surprisingly cool now that it was no longer surrounded by Aaron's hot, moist rectum, and his asshole felt surprisingly empty now that it was no longer stuffed by Brandon's slender, stiff cock. And, he felt particularly drained, more drained than after the most strenuous performance he'd ever given, and beautifully satiated, more satisfied than he'd ever felt, even after the most successful performance and most responsive crowd.

Brandon was totally satisfied also, his most ardent dreams paling in comparison to the reality of that night. He had at last sucked Chris off, and he had fucked his ass. He'd gone down on his thick, hard cock and swallowed his rich, delightful cum, and he sank his cock up his tight, virgin ass and had filled him with his seed. Best of all, both had been more beautiful than he could ever have imagined. Not only had it felt totally amazing, but more important, Chris had throughly enjoyed getting sucked off, and being fucked. That was, of course, to a large extent thanks to Aaron, to whom he would be forever grateful.

Aaron of course was flying high himself, delighted to have been part of Chris's seduction. It had been another wonderful, hot night filled with cock fun. His had been the first cock Chris had ever sucked, and he knew no matter how many cocks Chris sucked in the future, he would always remember his first time, the smells, the tastes, and especially the pleasure. His ass had also been the first Chris had ever fucked, and he knew that too would forever be remembered, as would having his cock sucked for the first time and his ass fucked. As he reached for his underwear, he sighed happily, for himself and for Brandon and Christopher.

"You okay?" he whispered as they stepped into the bright lights of the midway and joined the milling crowd once again

"Yeah," Brandon whispered back. "Fantastic. That was a great idea writing that fake fan letter and slipping it in the stack for Chris to find."

"Me? I thought it was you."

The two boys glanced at each other in surprise. There still were such things as miracles. Following the fair goers as they began to file out of the park, the three teens glowed with their post climatic flush, each lost in his own thoughts. For Aaron, this was one more delightful night to remember, one more delightful night that made him glad that he was gay, not just because of the hot cock fun, but because of the love he'd seen ignite that night, the love between two great guys. For Brandon, it was a dream come true. His band mate Leslie had once said that the message of their music was to have fun, live your dreams, and never give up. He, like the others of the group, lived out his beliefs on stage and off, and that was especially true that night. He'd had fun, and he'd lived his dreams, and that was because he'd never given up. And, he knew from the glances Chris had given him as they'd dressed there in the dark, there were going to be many more delightful nights to come.

As Chris walked along between his two friends, his asshole filled with Brandon's cum, his cock pleasantly warm and damp in his boxers, and his body recently baptised by a spray of Aaron's cum, he thought of his favourite Bible scripture, Corinthians 1:13: "Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. . . . Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth." He knew the truth now, this night. He knew why he'd waited this long to experience his first orgasm. He had been waiting for the perfect partner to share it with.

He absent mindedly reached for Brandon's hand, and their fingers entwined as Brandon took it. This had to be God's Will, thanks with a little help from Aaron. Chris reached over and took Aaron's hand also. Love was grand, and the ways of the Lord were truly mysterious and a wonder to behold.

I heard a whisper that touched deep inside my soul

like some familiar melody,

a hidden chapter from a story left untold.

I gotta feeling, I could believe in.

There is an angel in my heart,

feels like I'm guided by a candle in the dark,

it's taken all this time

to finally find out what I could never see,

an angel in my heart,

you were there for me,

now there is no doubt that there will always be

an angel in my heart.