m/t,t/t,nc)
Caution/Welcome. While filming "Fat Albert" Aaron and Omari Grandberry get it on and invite Shad Moss and Zac Hanson to join them. When word of two hot teens available for some fun gets around the black rap and reggae recording artists crowd they are joined by some wanted, and some unwanted, partygoers ending with Aaron commemorating the occasion in ink. Although incorporating many real facts, this story does not reflect nor imply a real event nor the real sexuality of these celebrities. If you do not like reading gay fantasies about celebrities, hot interracial and intergenerational gay sex, some non-consentual scenes where we find out just how tough some tough rappers are, or tattoos, this is where you stop and hit the back or delete key and wait for the next story. This is the fifty-seventh of 75 standalone stories in a series of Aaron Carter and Friends fanfic gay fantasies and chronologically follows the story "White Meat, Black Bread." Bow Wow (Shad Moss) has been in six stories in this series (8, 19, 21, 35, 51 and 56) and Zac Hanson in one (44). This story is posted at 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 of "Boom Bye Bye" copyright by Buju Banton and Mercury Records. Comments can be sent to the author J.O. Dickingson at authorsix@hotmail.com
AARON: BATTY BWOY SEX ON THE DOWN LOW, PART 4 OF 4
Comfortable with his sexual orientation, Cornell found the prejudice and hatemongering of men like Anthony Davis evil, and he had no doubt that what he and Aaron were doing to him was going to make the man hate gays all the more, but for the moment, having the arrogant son of a bitch bent over and about to get it up the ass was satisfying as hell, and totally debasing for the Jamaican DJ and dancehall singer. Grasping his hips, he pressed forward, his stiff, lubed cock slowly stretching open the man's sphincter for the first time in his life. He was about to fuck Beenie Man, an unrepentant crusader against homosexuals, and a virgin when it came to anal sex. Ever so slowly his knob stretched open the reluctant sphincter and then it popped inside. Any further resistance was going to be futile. Ever so slowly he sank his long shaft up the man's virgin ass, and then ever so slowly withdrew it. It was delightful, and the man being forcing to suck a white boy's cock besides made it even greater.
Two man hitch up on an rub up on
An lay down inna bed
Hug up on another
Anna feel up leg.
Aaron stood there in wonder at what was going on around him. He could not believe the outcome of the confrontation with Fizz and the three Jamaicans. He'd been worried when Nelly and Omari had slipped outside and had returned to report who was at the gate, and he had seriously considered Zac's advice to phone the police, but he also knew that would bring the media, and he didn't want his friends in the news nor any chance of their secret, the reason the seven of them were at Nick's house, being revealed, and there certainly would be questions why they were all there.
Most of all, he didn't want anything he did relating back to Nick, whom he loved more dearly than anyone, and whose life wasn't running all that smooth lately, what with struggling to make a name on his own, the Backstreet Boys reuniting being on again and off again, his estrangement from his family over the divorce between his mother and father and the way his mother had treated Aaron in particular, and on top of it all his rocky relationship with Paris Hilton, who in Aaron's view was a real bitch and deserved the slapping down from Nick when he lost his temper even if Nick was full of remorse afterward.
He knew the risk they were taking trying to overpower the four intruders even if it was seven to four, but he had faith in his friends, and believed that as Cornell had said it was time for them to stand up to the homophobes of the world, and these four in particular, and make them pay for the violence and hatred they were promoting. It was because of people like them that he and his friends, Shad and Jesse and so many other, were in the closet to protect their careers and he for one was getting tired of it. Hell, he loved cock, and he loved getting off with guys, and he wasn't ashamed of it. Besides, on a more practical note, as Ludacris had pointed out, by the time the police had gotten there, they'd likely be beaten to a pulp, or maybe even worse considering the reputation of the three Jamaicans. Taking things in their own hands was the safer alternative.
Their plan had been hasty, confronting the men head on and keeping their numbers a surprise, and they had to make do with what they had in way of defence, but they had succeeded. Now he was standing there being sucked off by one of the most violent and dangerous anti- homosexuals he would ever know while the man was getting his virgin ass fucked, and two of the man's three companions were in the same position, on their knees with their trousers and underwear pulled off, a cock in their mouths and a cock up their asses, and the third, still bound in duct tape, was getting his face fucked. He knew that after this night they would be all the more prejudiced against homosexuals, but at least this one night they'd have their revenge, a revenge on behalf of all gays around the world oppressed because of the likes of the four on their knees, and maybe, just maybe, they'd think twice about hassling a gay person again, if not all four, then hopefully at least one of them. Hell, maybe like in some porn stories he'd read on the Internet, after experiencing their first gay sex, even if it was forced, they'd become homosexuals themselves.
As the throbbing of his cock increased and the tension in his loins grew, his thoughts of hatred and revenge turned to thoughts of how great it was to have your cock sucked, and how particularly hot it was being sucked off by such a violent anti-homosexual, and a celebrity himself, though he had never heard of the person before that evening. He himself had been forced to engage in sex with others, having been first tied up by Billy Gilman and Haley Osment just over two years ago, and most recently by Bruce Willis last December, so he had some idea what the man was feeling, though admittedly he hadn't exactly been all that unwilling, and certainly never as unwilling as Beenie Man. Actually, being on the dominant end and forcing someone to suck him instead of being forced to pleasure someone else gave the act a whole different perspective, a perspective that Aaron found he did not dislike. Of course the sixteen- year-old hip hopster was yet to find anything about sex with men and boys that he didn't like.
Nelly was finding immense enjoyment himself at the moment. He had known about Beenie Man and his Jamaican cohorts before this, being black, gay, and a singer and having many gay friends, some in the closet like himself and others who were not, not just in the United States but around the world, especially in England and in the Carribean where Beenie Man and his companions were better known and their homophobia more greatly felt. That was why he'd advised Aaron to confront the four of them. Taking the man's virginity had not been part of the plan, and hadn't even been a consideration, which made doing it even more enjoyable. It was a small reward for all the harm the man had done in the world, but it was immensely enjoyable just the same.
Grasping the man's hips he increased his tempo, giving him a solid fucking for his own and only his own pleasure, ramming his cock up his ass as far as it could go and withdrawing it until his knob was stretching open his sphincter and threatening to pop out.
Each time his cockhead stroked the man's prostate the man grimaced and he knew the turmoil going on in his head, humiliated and disgusted beyond belief having his ass fucked, but his body trembling and growing more and more aroused with the physical stimulation of his prostate at the same time. Nelly reached down and slipped his fingers about the man's cock. He was getting stiff in spite of himself. That had to be really disturbing! Nelly released his hold and banged the man's ass as hard as he could.
The five others who had spent the previous night at the Carter residence were enjoying themselves as much as Nelly and Aaron. They normally found the hot throbbing of their stiff cocks, whether they were being sucked or were buried deep up a hot, moist ass, to be pleasant as it was, and knowing that the person presently sucking them or being fucked was a virgin and experiencing the act for the first time in their lives heightened that pleasure for all of them, even Zac, the shiest and most anti-violent of them. The fact that their partners were engaging in sex with them unwillingly, and hated and despised all men who did what they were doing actually added to their pleasure much to the surprise of all of them, with the exception of Aaron, who was beginning to find nothing about sex with guys a surprise despite being only sixteen.
The four men in question did hate what they were being forced to do, and the seven individuals who were forcing them to do it, more than the seven could imagine. With each thrust up their asses Fizz, Beenie Man and Buju cursed the man fucking them, and cursed the betrayal of their bodies as their massaged prostates caused their groins to ache for that release that they normally associated with having sex with a woman. They were being fucked, used like women in their minds, and their bodies, despite their disgust and humiliation, were getting turned on. That was most confusing, and shameful. Elephant Man and the three men being fucked wanted to puke as they sucked on the hard, throbbing cocks in their mouths and slipped their lips up and down the shafts, performing that vile, filthy act that a man normally told another to do as an insult, an act the three Jamaicans found so humiliating and disgusting they were sure they'd never get the taste of cock out of their mouths no matter how much rum they drank or how much cannabis they smoked.
As he felt himself approaching that peak, Zac closed his eyes and delighted in the physical pleasure pulsating through his loins and his numb, swollen cock. Seconds later he began shooting his thick wad down the throat of Buju Banton and giving him another taste he would never forget. His hot, slimy wad filled the man's mouth and oozed down his throat, the fact the man was doing so under protest and the fact he was so violently opposed to any homosexual act seeming to triple his volume and the force of his ejaculation. Shot after shot erupted from his swollen cock and he gasped and shuddered with the pleasure of its release.
Seconds later James was shooting his load up Buju's ass, filling it with his hot juice as he was force-fed Zac's cum. Like Zac, although he'd cum repeatedly the preceding night, it was as if he'd abstained for a week. The volume of his load and the force of his ejaculation surprised even him, and totally delighted him as spurt after spurt shot up Buju's rectum with such force and volume the man had to know it. Buju did. The look in his eyes, a combination of hatred and humiliation, was a look that left no doubt that he'd kill the two of them without a moment's hesitation if he could. Never had anyone made him feel so filthy and debased, and that it was two despicable faggots who were responsible added salt to his defilement.
Boom bye bye
Inna batty bwoy head
Rude bwoy no promote no nasty man
Dem haffi dead.
The look in Buju's eyes frightened Aaron. The look, and the man's utter shame and revulsion as his rectum and mouth were filled with hot, slimy cum was also the most erotic sight he'd ever seen, and the horny sixteen year old suddenly erupted. Like Zac and James, he found himself shooting out his load with a force and volume like he could not remember shooting for a long time. Shot after shot erupted from his stiff, throbbing cock, filling Beenie Man's mouth, and with his mouth already full of cock, oozing down his throat and overflowing and oozing out from the corners of his mouth and around his chin.
As Beenie Man swallowed the foul slime filling his mouth, he felt the man whose name he still did not know ram his cock up his rectum until his coarse hairs were pressing against his hairy ass, and then his hot cum flood his rectum, filling his body as a man filled a woman's. He could not help wonder if how he was feeling was how a woman felt when a man came in her, and the thought filled him with shame and revulsion. Like Buju, never in his life had he felt so debased and so filthy, and like Buju, he swore he would get even with the two. With his groin pressed tightly against the Jamaican singer's ass, Nelly could not see the look on his face, but with the homophobe having his mouth filled with a white boy's cum and his ass filled with a faggot's cum, he had a good idea how the man was feeling, and knowing that made his pleasure all the more intense.
Ludacris was the next to shoot, grasping the Energy God's head tightly as he erupted. Like the others he found the fact the man whose mouth he was filling was finding it repulsive and degrading all the more enjoyable. He grunted and gasped with the pleasure openly and unabashedly, wanting the man to know his enjoyment actually. To be truthful, at that moment Chris was glad that he had a gay side and that he acted on it. This was a moment of unique pleasure that his wife or no woman could ever provide.
O'Neil Bryant of course would never agree with such a sentiment, and like his fellow Jamaican singers swore vengeance as Ludacris grasped his ears and shot his filthy seed down his throat, the man's cum seeming exceptionally hot, bitter, and slimy. He would cut off the man's ears and shove them down his throat, he'd turn him upside down and jerk him off and squirt his filthy cum down his own throat until his balls were aching and dry, he'd realizing he'd just swore engaging in another homosexual act with the man whose cock was in his mouth cut the Energy God off short.
Cuming was especially sweet for Omari and Shad, the two teenagers erupting simultaneously, Omari filling his former singing partner's mouth while Shad filled his tight ass. The two teenagers, like the others, found that their loads were thick and copious despite the number of times they'd happily and eagerly shot off the night before, and like the others they gasped with the physical pleasure throbbing between their legs and the mental pleasure of having forced the boy who had badmouthed them and looked down on them with disgust because of their sexual orientation to engage in a homosexual act with them. As spurt after spurt of their hot slime shot from their throbbing, aching cocks, they quivered with delight.
Fizz knelt there helplessly, feeling the humiliation and despair he'd daydreamed making Omari feel for having broken up the band and for having used Jhene and for simply being gay. As his mouth overflowed with Omari's slime and it oozed out of the corners of his mouth and around his chin, and as he felt Shad's cum flooding his rectum, never in his wildest thoughts had he ever imagined the humiliation and despair feeling as bad as he was at that moment.
One by one they finally uncoupled and collapsed on the carpet or on the sofa and surrounding chairs. The seven avengers were dazed by the intensity of the pleasure of revenge combined with the pleasure of a hot fuck and suck session as their chests rose and feel and the sucked in the cum-scented air, their throbbing cocks now numb with the warm and wet dullness that follows a wild orgy. Fizz and the three Jamaicans were dazed too, their mouths filled with the most disgusting taste they could imagine, and for three of them, their assholes feeling suddenly so open and empty.
"Man, dat was so totally fucking great," Shad finally observed to nobody in particular.
"Fa sho," agreed Omari with a deep sigh as he looked over at his humiliated and debased former band partner. His swollen lip and thin, faint moustache were streaked with his slimy cum and he was sitting there with a stunned look on his face that was a delight to see. A delightfully dirty and erotic thought suddenly came to his mind. He glanced over at Shad. "Last night it didn't take you long at all befoe you were able to go at it again."
"Yeah, dat's right. It don't take long for dese balls to refill at all at my age," Shad said with a grin as he reached down and bounced his generous endowment.
"So, ah, when you ready for another go, you wanna try it again wit ol' FizzO here, but reversing our positions?"
"Fa sho, man," Shad said with a laugh, "I'd love t' give his ugly face a good fucking. But first I gotta see if dey got a steak in the freezer for dis shiner of mine."
"If you find two, bring the other for me," said Omari.
"But you don't have any shiner."
"Not for my eye, man. I'm starving."
Omari was not the only one. After their strenuous sexual activity the night before, which had lasted until midmorning actually, and now the fight and rape of their four would-be attackers, the seven revengers all found they had worked up an appetite, and a thirst. Tying up their prisoners once again, they retired to the kitchen for a victory feast and drink. As they ate and rejoiced they discussed the discrimination and prejudice against gays around the world and recounted the unexpected events and pleasure of the evening, and as they talked and drank, especially drank, they found as they satisfied their appetite for food and drink, another appetite was once again rising, and Omari's idea was an excellent solution for that.
And so an hour later found them back with their four captives, cocks that had once been sucked now being plunged up the hot and still unwilling assholes of the very same four men that had sucked them, naturally lubed this time by the cum of their other partner, except of course for Elephant Man. At the same time Lil' Fizz, Buju and Beenie Man found themselves sucking the very cocks that an hour ago had been up their assholes, none of which of course had been wiped clean, a fact that made the act even more humiliating and even more nauseating to the three men as they fought back the impulse to gag. What ass slime and shit and spent cum that was coating the throbbing, hot cocks now in their mouths were accented by their vivid imaginations.
And, now that the masking effects of the hash they'd smoked had worn off what with their previous strenuous activity and accelerated heart beats, the taste and smell of the cocks they were being forced to suck and the feel of the stiff cocks thrusting in and out of their assholes were all the more vivid. The four of them closed their eyes as they tried not to think about what was happening, but with seven hot, horny men gasping and grunting with pleasure, that was impossible. As each felt the man behind him thrust his stiff cock deep up his rectum and his coarse curly hairs press against his buttocks, and as each heard the schlucking noise of a stiff cock easing in and out of thick cum lube kept warm up their bodies, gooseflesh formed on their arms and legs. Elephant Man, and again his three companions, felt a thrill of pleasure shoot up his rectum each time his prostate was stroked, and to his surprise, and humiliation, his cock began to swell. It being the second time for the others, each knelt there totally mortified as their thick, black cocks actually became fully erect and throbbed with the desire to get off.
The cocks in their mouths were throbbing to get off also, a fact that Lil' Fizz, Buju and Beenie Man could not ignore either. The memory of the taste and feel of hot, fresh ball slime filling their mouths and oozing down their throats caused them to cringe, and their stiff cocks to leak pre-cum, a situation first noticed by Aaron, and which he quickly drew to the attention of the others. The cheeks of the four black men grew hot with embarrassment.
Seeing their would be bashers fully erect and their thick, black cocks dripping pre-cum added to the pleasure already throbbing through their loins and causing their cocks to ache with a desire as if they'd never cum that day. Added to that their captives' humiliation and discomfort made the second time even more erotic and pleasurable than the first. Omari, Zac, Aaron and Chris thrust their hips to and fro rapidly and with unabashed pleasure as they attempted to quell the itching of their dickheads and the hot throbbing of their shafts. They gripped the hips of their now grunting and groaning partners and began fucking furiously, driven by their approaching orgasms. Meanwhile Shad, James and Cornell tensed as they felt their swollen balls draw up under their aching cocks, followed by a familiar twang deep in their loins. Once again the victors savoured the pleasure of their success as their balls contracted and they once again quivered with that awesome delight of ejaculation.
"You know I don't think it's fair that we've gotten off twice, and they haven't come once," observed Zac sometime later after they had caught their breaths.
"Yeah, that is a shame. What do you suggest?" asked Aaron, knowing immediately what Zac was getting at even though the two of them had had only one evening of sex prior to this weekend and didn't really know each other that well.
"Well, I'd like to see them form a daisy chain and get each other off," Zac observed, evidently having considered the idea prior to Aaron's question.
"That's wicked,"said Aaron with an appreciative grin. He was going to have to get to know Zac better.
"Starting wit rimming each other," suggested Omari.
"Now that's even more wicked," Aaron observed with an even wider grin. He would definitely have to get to know Omari better also!
Their four captives thought it wicked also, though not in the same sense of the word! It took a lot more convincing for them to comply, but the application of duct tape to the hairy chests of the three Jamaicans and to Lil' Fizz's upper lip and then ripping it off followed by the threat to do the same to their balls, and actually doing it to Lil' Fizz, convinced them. And so it was that the four reluctantly and angrily formed a circle, or more appropriately a square with their being four of them, Buju being forced to rim Beenie Man, Beenie Man doing Elephant Man who did Fizz, who completed the circle by doing Buju. They hesitantly stuck out their tongues and gave each other's crack a tentative lick, and then a second and third, and they reluctantly and unenthusiastically wormed their tongues into each other's dank hole, dripping with two healthy loads of cum and one for Elephant Man. Their captors, whose health and possibly even whose lives had been in danger earlier that evening, found the sight of the four straight men and supposed rough gangsters rimming each other's hairy, black ass hilarious, and highly erotic, and as the four homophobes began to seriously suck ass the seven avengers found themselves growing aroused still once again despite the numerous loads they'd shot off that weekend already.
The four would-be gay bashers licked and sucked each other's assholes as Aaron took pictures of them, and were then forced to go down on each other, which Aaron also caught on film. As Buju angrily and reluctantly slipped his lips about Bennie Man's still limp cock, Beenie Man slipped his over Elephant Man's while he went down on Fizz and Fizz completed the circle by going down on Buju. None of them had found pleasure in the act of rimming and being rimmed, though the physical stimulation had caused all of them to begin swelling once more, which of course Aaron noticed once again and to their shame pointed out to everyone.
Being forced to go down on each other was even more humiliating and disgusting than the previous experience of being forced to engage in sex with their captors, even the experience of having to suck the unwashed cocks that had previously been up their rectums. Each of them was straight, one hundred percent, and being forced to suck another straight man's cock while another was sucking your own was a filthy perversion that only pervert fags could come up with.
Woman is di greatest t'ing
God ever put pon di land
Buju lovin dem from head
Down to foot bottom
But some man a turn around
Where dem get dat from?
Despite their humiliation and anger, their bodies and minds could not ignore the physical stimulation of having a hot, moist mouth sucking on that most sensitive organ nor the fact that the room was erotically charged, and had been for hours. One by one, to their even greater humiliation and anger, this time directed at their own bodies, the four men once again found themselves erect, which totally delighted their captors who could not resist observing that to get a hardon they had to be enjoying sucking cock and getting sucked, which meant they had to be faggots deep down inside. Of course they were feeding on the prejudice and homophobia of the four men, and their ignorance, and none of them for a moment believed the physical reaction had anything to do with latent homosexuality. Not knowing that, and finding their anger and shame was doing nothing to dampen their arousal, and in fact seemed to be inflaming it, the four men found the ache deep in their loins surpassing anything they'd ever felt with a woman, which did not help!
"Oh fuck, dis is just too hot," observed Nelly as he reached down and squeezed his own stiff, throbbing cock.
"Oh yeah, man. I neva thought I'd eva see anyt'ing like dis," agreed Cool J, his long, thick cock partially erect and rapidly swelling. "If it wasn't for the fact they're enjoying demselves so much I'd cut in an' git some mouth action fo my aching prick."
Aaron thought for a moment. "You guys ever hear of bukakke?" he asked with a slow grin.
Shad snorted in amusement, Aaron having told him about his experience in Japan last September. Aaron explained the act to the others, and the seven of them immediately surrounded the four men in the middle of the floor and began to stroke their cocks, timing themselves so as not to come before the four in the middle had. Their jaws and tongues weary and aching and the desire in their loins so great it was becoming painful, the four men gave in if for no other reason than to end the pain. Fizz was the first, and with a whimper and a whispered, muffled apology to Buju he began to spurt. Seconds later Elephant Man began to fill the eighteen-year-old rapper's mouth, and Buju and Beenie Man began spurting seconds after him. All of them had swallowed cum before, two loads each except for Elephant Man, but this was different knowing that the man filling their mouth was doing so unwillingly and apologetically, and that until that evening had gotten his nuts off only as the result of having sex with a woman. That the man sucking him and the man filling his mouth were both straight made it totally different.
It made it all the more erotic for the seven men surrounding them, and as they watched the four straight men helplessly cumming in each other's mouth and reluctantly swallowing each other's cum, they also erupted. Fists rapidly stroking stiff, aching cocks and large, pendant balls now swollen and drawn up tightly beneath spurting cocks, hot ropes of cum laced the four men in the centre. Totally unaware of the intention of the seven men surrounding them, and occupied with trying not to choke on the slime filling their mouths while trying to deal with their shame and humiliation of having cum, the four men lay there on the floor in shock as they were sprayed with hot, thick cum.
Thick, slimy cum streaked and soaked into thick dreadlocks and Elephant Man's bright orange hair, a perverse mousse the four would later spend hours trying to wash out. Tar black skin was laced with creamy white streamers of cum, the streamers from fellow black brothers and from the two white boys indistinguishable. Cheeks, hairy buttocks, thighs, stomachs, and feet, Buju's moustache and beard, shirts and T's, all were spattered with hot, thick cum. Omari and Shad aimed at Dreux and laced his face with their hot cum, Omari commenting on the fact that hot cum was good for keeping away pimples and was even better than Cocoa Butter, referring to Fizz's hatred of pimples and his practice of washing his face with Dove soap and rubbing on Cocoa Butter.
Tossing the four dazed, spent men their discarded underwear and trousers and escorting them out to the gate, Aaron warned them that the pictures he had taken would find their way onto the Internet should the four of them ever seek retaliation for what had happened that night with any of the seven of them. Accustomed to being in control and being the aggressors, the four cum-spattered men stood there clutching their underwear and trousers as the gate closed behind them, too shocked and too ashamed to speak.
Late the following morning, Aaron's guests helped him clean up the place so Nick would be none the wiser what had happened, and thanked him for one wicked weekend, one that far surpassed anyone's imagination.
"Actually, I tink you should commemorate the weekend," observed Shad. "Dis was one unusual weekend, even fo you."
"Yeah, it isn't every weekend you git to totally humiliate and dominate four anti-gay activists," observed Nelly.
"Especially celebrities and homophobes the nature of Buju and his friends," added James.
"So what do you suggest, I have a commemorative medallion made or something?" Aaron joked. "Or maybe I should put an announcement in the newspaper, or phone the National Enquirer with an anonymous tip?"
"A tattoo," suggested James. Aaron looked at the tattooed band encircling his biceps and the tattoos snaking up his forearms and thought about Nick's many tattoos that Nick said were to commemorate events and people in his life, and to reflect his personality. "The legal age is eighteen in California, but I can take you t' the guy who did mine. He'd make an exception fo us," James continued, seeing the interest in Aaron's eyes.
"Sure, why not?" Aaron agreed, no stranger to impromptu decisions.
Omari and Shad went with them, for moral support and to help Aaron pick out the design and decide where it should go. After some debate, Aaron finally selected a sun logo, representing his selfhood, vitality, truth and light, all of which he felt appropriately described what had happened that weekend, with a skull in the middle representing eternal soul, immortal spirit, and rebirth, which he felt reflected his personality as revealed through the events of the past three days.
"So where you want it, and how big?" asked the tattoo artist as he set out his equipment.
Aaron looked at his companions.
"Across his back, between his shoulder blades," suggested Shad.
"Sure, why not?" Aaron agreed once again. Stripping off his shirt, he sat down on the chair, straddling it backwards and wrapping his arms about the back. "This going to hurt?" he asked in second thought.
"A design with that much detail, and eight inches across? Of course," replied the tattoo artist matter-of-factly and he dabbed Aaron's back with rubbing alcohol and inserted the first needle.
Aaron tensed and gritted his teeth as he tried not to show the pain. As the second needle pierced his back he wondered how it was that Nick was able to do this, his entire back and much of his upper arms now covered in tattoos. As the third needle stabbed his back and he could feel the ink spreading under his skin, or he thought he could anyway, he wondered if this had been such a good idea and hoped as the man progressed he'd get used to it. He quickly found he did not. Each pinprick sent a stab of pain through his back. It also sent a shiver up his dick. In a way the pain wasn't unlike the prickling pain of having the rim of your blood-engorged dickhead stroked. As he slowly became aware of that, he concentrated on the idea to forget the pain shooting through his deltoids, which resulted in the obvious. He was soon sitting there fully erect, his shirt off and his back burning with pain, and his dickhead burning with another, a much more familiar one.
The skull was done and the man began working on the sunburst surrounding it. Aaron concentrated on the image in the mirror that Omari was holding and on the throbbing of his dickhead. With each prick he felt a stab of similar pain in his knob, a prick that was both painful and pleasant. He was sure now he could feel the ink flowing under his skin.
It was a weird feeling. He wondered what it would be like to have someone cum under your skin. He thought back to the first time he'd been introduced to docking by Billy Gilman and Haley Osment and how weird it had been to feel another guy's foreskin enveloping his knob, and how hot it had felt having hot cum squirting over your knob and under your foreskin. As the next needle prick pierced his now tender, inflamed back, a shard of pleasure shot up the core of his swollen cock. He waited with joyful anticipation for the next prick.
It was totally delightful and totally unreal. There he was getting his back tattooed in front of three friends and he was so turned on he was close to coming. The more he concentrated on the pain in his back, the more intense the pain around his knob became bringing him closer and closer to a climax, until, as he sat there staring at the sun burst as the man was about to bring the ends together, he shivered with his orgasm, filling his underwear with a staccato burst of fresh, hot, thick cum. As the needle pierced his back, pain pierced the rim of his knob and his cock throbbed out another shot. Hot, slimy cum filled his underwear and flooded through his hairs and down over his constricted balls. He could feel it oozing down his leg and he was thankful he hadn't worn shorts.
"We're just about done," the tattoo artist said, mistaking Aaron's fidgeting as a result of what he was doing. "Just a half dozen more."
"Right," Aaron gasped as another shot erupted from his cock. He could do another half dozen. This had been one hell of a weekend, and one he would remember the rest of his life.