Caution/Welcome. It is June 2004 with Jesse McCartney and his mom moving to LA where he is filming his new television series, "Summerland," only to find Aaron is heading off to Maryland on the beginning of his summer tour. What can the two lovers do but make the best of the little time they have, and where better than a secluded cave eighteen miles north of Malibu? Although incorporating many real facts, this story does not reflect nor imply a real event nor the real sexuality of these two hot young performers. If you do not like reading gay fantasies about celebrities, young, passionate love, or hot sex between teen lovers, this is where you stop and hit the back or delete key and wait for the next story. This is the fifty-ninth of standalone stories in a series of Aaron Carter and Friends fanfic gay fantasies and chronologically follows the story "I am Boy, I am Joy." Jesse McCartney has been in seven stories in this series (15, 16, 22, 29, 31, 42 and 51). 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 to "Beautiful Soul" are copyright by Jesse McCartney and Buena Vista Music Group. Comments can be sent to the author J.O. Dickingson at authorsix@hotmail.com
AARON AND JESSE: YOUNG LOVE
Aaron stared out across the ocean. A breeze had come up, turning the sea from its normally vivid blue-green to a dirty, dull pea-soup green with dark waves and whitecap frothing as the wind whipped the water into higher and higher swells. The pier was almost deserted except for an older couple, obviously tourists from their clothing and the camera strapped about the guy's neck, and a handsome, trim young man in his early twenties walking his Dalmatian. Everyone else had left with the darkening skies. He loved the sea. He'd lived on the coast all his life, the Pacific and the Atlantic. The two oceans were as different as night and day, something inland dwellers couldn't understand, but he loved them both. The sky had darkened suddenly and an unexpected summer storm was brewing on the horizon. Not exactly the most beautiful day and certainly not one for making love on the beach as he had intended, but it was beautiful just the same. Everything about the ocean was beautiful. It was its own master, submitting to nobody and to nothing, sun, wind, cold, it did not matter. It did its own thing when it wanted and how it wanted. Aaron admired it for that, and respected it. The ocean was like a person really, with its own personality, its own moods.
His own mood was mellow. He'd gotten a letter from Trevor Blumas that morning, bringing back memories of the hot time he'd had with Trevor and later with Trevor and his boyfriend Christopher Hayden just two months ago, the last week of March. He envied the two of them, comfortable with their gayness, living together as lovers. If the stupid government ever legalized gay marriages they'd probably be among the first to walk down the aisle. The government wasn't likely to let that happen though, not with George W. Bush at the helm. Hell, he was taking them back to the dark ages. The day he'd be able to walk down the beach hand in hand with a boy and kiss him on the lips without being stared at and worrying about some redneck bashing their heads in was so far into the future it couldn't even be imagined.
Trevor had said the premier of his latest film "Prom Queen" in Toronto had been a big hit, and he'd wished Aaron could have come up to see it. He'd been tempted to, but he was sure Hayden would be flying back from Australia where he was filming the next Star Wars film to be with Trevor on that special occasion. It would be a big night for the two lovers and he didn't want to intervene. It had been on television yesterday, June the first, but he didn't know which channel and hadn't been able to find it. Maybe it wasn't being televised yet in California. The film was based on a true story, about a high school boy who'd faced the wrath of his school principal and school board and probably God Himself in insisting on bringing his boyfriend to his prom. Trust a country like Canada to dare produce a film like that. There was even talk about Canada legalizing gay marriages. Mike said there were a lot of gays who were planning on travelling to Canada to get married if that happened, some even to live there, and a lot to visit.
Taking home schooling, he wouldn't be having a prom, if he ever did graduate. What with his singing career and his acting stints now in LA, he wasn't so sure if he'd finish school. Jesse said he'd be crazy not to. Jesse had decided to finish off his grade eleven year with a tutor, and planned on taking his final year by correspondence through his school back in New York, Ardsley High School, so he could graduate with his classmates. That would be awesome, going to Jesse's grad as his escort, dancing with him at his prom. Yeah, right. That would never happen. Right now both he and Jesse were keeping their sexual preferences under wraps, deep in the closet behind last year's shoes actually.
To keep up the charade and continue the image of being a player that he'd been fostering, he'd made a point of accompanying Tami Farrell, Miss Teen USA 2003, to her photo shoot and taking her out to a movie where he knew they'd be seen, and he'd even called Lindsay Lohan up and tentatively rekindled their supposed romance, knowing she'd find some way to let the media know for her own bitch purposes. Sure, Farrell was 19 and he was 16, but age didn't have anything to do with love, and even less to do with sex. Besides, last week he'd made a point the media see him with Brooke Bollea, the sixteen-year-old daughter of Hulk Hogan, at the opening game of the Stanley Cup finals between the Tampa Bay Lightning and Calgary Flames, and he had plans to see her again.
"Hey, why so glum, chum?"
Aaron started as he twisted around, and his frown turned into a broad grin at the sight of the one person he did enjoy being with, and whom he loved more dearly than his own brother, Jesse McCartney. Jesse had been out in California these past two months filming, having gotten a choice role in the new WB film "Summerland." Unfortunately, between his career and Jesse's, they hadn't had much time to see each other, it seeming like when he had a free day Jesse was tied up and when Jesse had a day off he had a commitment he could not get out of. Now Jesse had moved out to LA with his mom to continue filming, and he was about to take off on his summer Radio Disney Concert tour. Sometimes life sucked, big time.
He and Jesse had known that it would be difficult for them though, for a long time, more than a year ago, back when he was still living with his mother and father at the compound in Marathon and Jesse was performing in New York and attending Ardsley. That seemed like another age in another world. They'd agreed back then that they would not tie each other down, and that they were too young and life had too much to offer to expect each other to be celibate while they were apart. Actually, he knew Jesse knew his insatiable love for cock and had made the greater sacrifice, letting him seek out sexual partners in Jesse's absence. Jesse himself was too wound up with his singing and his career to have much time for socializing or sex, and he had too much to risk socializing with the sex he preferred. So, like himself, he'd put up a front, telling the fan mags and interviewers how hot it was to be in California, and how he was looking to checking out the Cali girls and shit like that. If they only knew which sex he really was into, and who he'd been hoping to have more time to check out!
"Hey, lover, was just missing you is all," Aaron said as Jesse plunked himself down beside him. The two boys wanted to kiss, but sitting there in the open on the Venice Pier, where the two boys had agreed to meet after Jesse finished his shoot at nearby Marina Del Rey, someone was sure to see, and with their luck probably someone who recognized them and had a camera. Their eyes conveyed the love they could not express, and their regret.
"Sorry I'm late. Some last minute details with the producer. If this storm moves in and stays, we might have to do some inside shots tomorrow."
"I hope it does move in, and you have to totally cancel filming tomorrow, and all the airports have to close so I can't fly out to Maryland on Friday so we can have two whole days to do nothing but snuggle in bed and make love."
"I'd love that," Jesse said with a smile, daring to give Aaron a hug. Good buddies did hug each other. The two glanced out at the dark, billowing clouds.
"I love the sea," Aaron said as he stared out at the tossing, grey ocean. "It's wild and free, totally unconfined and uninhibited, and yet familiar and comforting. It can be calm and smooth as glass, or wild and turbulent. Peaceful and idyllic one moment, hostile and life- threatening the next."
"Just like you, love," Jesse said with a smile.
"Hey, me, life-threatening?" Aaron asked. He felt so damn good when they were together. "So, where do you want to go to eat. As if I don't know."
"Bet you don't."
"Hmm, let me guess," Aaron said, pretending to concentrate. "Sushi Hara." Both boys loved sushi and had discovered Sushi Hara on Admiralty Way, close and convenient to where Warner Brothers was shooting their beach scenes. Even better, it was not the type of place their fans frequented. They had eaten there on several occasions totally undisturbed.
"Wrong."
"What? No sushi tonight?"
"Com'on," Jesse said, getting to his feet.
"So where we going?"
"Just follow me," he said with a grin.
Climbing into Jesse's BMW M3, Aaron having been dropped off at the pier by his agent Mike Ryan earlier, Jesse pulled out of the Venice Pier parking lot onto Washington Boulevard, which separated Venice Beach from Marina Del Rey where "Summerland" was being shot. Turning north on Pacific Avenue and driving through Ocean Park and Santa Monica, Jesse just smiled when Aaron asked again where they were going. As Jesse continued north on Palisades Beach Road and on along the Pacific Coast Highway, Aaron was surprised when they drove past Malibu where he'd guessed Jesse was taking them and where they'd spent beach time and dined out together in the past. Even more to his surprise twenty minutes later Jesse pulled off on an unmarked dirt road, actually barely more than a pair of tire tracks, in Point Mugu State Park.
Taking a basket and cooler out of the trunk, along with some blankets, the two teenage boys headed down a steep, narrow trail skirting along the rim of a river canyon. Rounding a rocky bluff that plummeted to the ocean below, they cut across a narrow ledge to a cave whose entrance was almost hidden by chaparral and gnarled, weathered sycamore. It had been cut into the bluff so that it looked up the canyon they had been following and out over the ocean.
"How the fucking hell you ever find this place?" Aaron asked in amazement as he caught his breath.
"Dude, when you're scouting the coastline for secluded spots where you and your lover can get totally lost and totally personal, you'd be surprised the lengths you'd go to in order to find a place like this," Jesse said with a smile.
Aaron dropped the blankets that he was carrying and wrapped his arms about Jesse and the two teenage boys kissed long and passionately. Jesse inhaled deeply, delighting in the fresh, erotic fragrance of Aaron's cologne and his fine, blond hair. His breath, sharp and minty from the gum he'd been chewing, and the sweetness of his young lips lingered on Jesse's. Closing his eyes, he drew Aaron to him and kissed him again, his fresh, perfumed body and hair and the rush of their extended kiss causing his head to spin. The two teenagers looked deep into each other's eyes, the pending storm and entire world momentarily forgotten.
I don't want another pretty face
I don't want just anyone to hold
I don't want my love to go to waste
I want you and your beautiful soul
You're the one I wanna chase
You're the one I wanna hold
I won't let another minute go to waste
I want you and your beautiful soul.
Jesse had been looking forward to this moment all day, and as he'd recited his lines and stood there on the hot, sandy beach waiting for his cues that afternoon, the humidity making the heat all the more extreme and unbearable, time seemed to have slowed to a snail's pace, and he was sure the day's shoot was never going to end. As the humidity increased and the sun blazed down relentlessly, he found himself raising an arm and checking the odour of his pits every few minutes. "Twenty-four hour extra strength for the active man," the ad had said. As he'd checked on the hike down, he'd been delighted to find the manufacturer's claim had held true.
Aaron had been looking forward to this moment all day also. No matter how many guys he'd had sex with in the past, no matter how hot it had been and how much he'd enjoyed it, there would never be anyone as fabulous as Jesse, nor sex so enjoyable as it was between the two of them. Jesse was a teen-girl magnet with his green eyes, fine blond hair, and sexy eyes behind those long, feathery lashes, never mind of course his smooth, muscular body, which was being exposed at every possible opportunity by the producers of "Summerland," which would totally delight the seventeen-year-old heartthrob's teenage fans, girls and boys alike. Aaron was not fooling himself. He knew he had male fans himself, something that some dumb bitch of a fan had tried to make a big deal of in one of his interviews, along with asking him dumb questions like if he was single and if he was hairy, and how many inches he was. He hadn't bothered trying to remember her name, nor the fan club she was writing for. It was the best he could do to keep a civil tongue. Anyway, Jesse had to have male fans too, a lot of them.
That did not bother Aaron. Actually, it made his love for Jesse all the stronger. Others might dream and fantasize about making out with the hot teenage singer and actor, but Aaron knew it was he who held Jesse's heart. As he drew him close and they kissed once again, the blood now racing in their veins and lust swelling in their loins, he inhaled deeply, delighting in the familiar fragrance of Jesse's cologne, Acqua di Gio by Armani, a fragrance he would always associate with Jesse and which he'd never tire of. Pulling up on his tapered, short-sleeved T, the orange cotton material stained dark around the underarms and down the back with sweat, he pulled it out of Jesse's khaki shorts and over Jesse's head. He could not help but notice Jesse slyly checking his pits for at least the tenth time in the past hour and a half since they'd met.
"Don't worry lover, your deodorant is working fine," Aaron said with a smile. "I love the scent by the way. Very sexy and unusual. What is it?"
"Touch, by Axe," Jesse replied with a sheepish grin. "I came over to the pier right after the shoot. There was no place where we could shower except at the public showers on the beach, and I wasn't about to take that chance."
"Selfish boy," Aaron reprimanded as he drew Jesse close to him and cupped his buttocks. "Don't you know there are thousands of girls out there that would die to see you naked, not to mention all the guys secretly pining away for your hot bod?"
"Just thousands?" asked Jesse. "Thanks a lot."
"Hundreds of thousands? Millions?" Aaron laughed as Jesse unbuttoned his shirt and slipped it off. Like Jesse's T, the back and underarms of his light blue shirt were stained with sweat from the humid evening and the hike to the cave.
"Smells like your deodorant is working fine too," Jesse observed. "It something new? I don't recognize it."
"Sport Fever by Adidas. I like the way it smells, clean and fresh, you know, without smelling like flowers or fruit or something."
"Hmmm," replied, Jesse, bending over and taking a deep breath. "I dunno, smells like a fruit to me," he said with an impish grin.
"You're funny," Aaron chuckled as he undid Jesse's belt and unbuttoned the top of his shorts. "You could stink of day-old sweat and you'd still turn me on," he added as he pulled down Jesse's fly and eased down his shorts.
He smiled as he ran his fingers over Jesse's powder blue silk underwear as Jesse undid his own belt and unbuttoning the top of his shorts, pulled down his fly to reveal Aaron was wearing an identical pair of silk boxers. Jesse smiled too as he ran his fingers over the smooth, glossy material, delighting in its feel. Knowing how it felt against his own smooth buttocks and against his balls and cock, which had begun to swell, he knew how it felt for Aaron. Nick having initially boughten Aaron a pair and Aaron having commented on how great they felt, the two teenage boys had gone out shopping together to buy each other a pair, having finally decided, after much chuckling and not a little embarrassment stepping up to the sales clerk, to buy each other identical underwear.
Now as the two teenagers ran their fingers over the silk underwear and caressed each other's buttocks as they pressed their smooth, naked chests against each other, they began to swell even faster, and feeling the other's cock rising hasten their own stiffening. As Aaron slipped his fingers under the elastic band of Jesse's boxers, he felt Jesse's fingers doing the same, and the two hot, young celebrities eased each other's undergarment down together, freeing their young members which sprang to attention. Untying their runners and removing them and stepping out of their shorts and underwear, the two boys stood there naked save for their socks and necklaces. Aaron was wearing a fine silver chain with a topaz, a Christmas gift from Jesse who'd said in a poem he'd written himself that the gem reminded him of Aaron's deep blue eyes and how precious he was. Jesse had chosen to wear for the photo shoot and for this special evening the shell necklace Aaron had given him for landing the role of Bradin Westerly in WB's "Summerland."
Pressing their hot, naked bodies together, the two teens kissed passionately, Aaron slipping his tongue in Jesse's mouth while Jesse squeezed and massaged Aaron's buttocks. As he sucked Aaron's tongue into his mouth, he felt Aaron's long, stiff cock throb against his belly where it had become trapped between them, lined up along his own long, aching cock. Running his hands over Aaron's hips, Jesse slipped them up along his waist and solid abs up to his smooth, broad chest. He ran his fingers over the firm muscle, kept solid with a rigorous exercise these past few months augmented by Aaron's daily practice sessions as he went over the routines for his upcoming Disney tour. He'd allowed himself to get soft and flabby after his Jukebox tour, something that was easy as he spent his days on his butt composing and consoling himself over the troubles with his mother by stuffing his face with all the things he loved to eat and shouldn't and dipping into the booze and stash of pot readily available at Nick's. Mike had been angry with him and had been ruthless in getting him back in shape, and he knew the agent was right.
Jesse hadn't had the same problem, having kept busy performing right up until his move to the west coast, knowing the importance of keeping yourself in the eyes of your fans if you're going to hold onto them no matter how good you are, and quite simply just enjoying being out on the stage performing, something the two of them had in common. Of course Jesse had the added incentive of knowing his body and looks were going to be just as important as his acting, maybe even more so, in his upcoming television series.
As Aaron copied Jesse and released his hold of Jesse's delightfully small, compact butt and ran his fingers up along his impossibly narrow waist and up over his smooth chest, the skin just as silky as his boxers, he realized just how perfect and how delightful the seventeen-year-old actor's body was. Finally removing his tongue from Jesse's mouth, he brushed his lips lightly against Jesse's as he ran his fingertips over Jesse's firm breasts, slowly circling his nipples in an ever so slowly tightening spiral. Around and around his fingers went, coming closer and closer to those pert, sensitive buds, until at last he brushed the tender protuberances and surrounding areola ever so gently with the tips of his fingers. Jesse quivered with the shock of pleasure piercing his nipples and causing his stiff cock to throb where it was still trapped between his and Aaron's flat stomachs.
Jesse did likewise, caressing Aaron's firm pecs, his fingers also making a gradually tightening circle, coming closer and closer to those sensitive nubs, but unlike Aaron, as his fingers approached the tender, dark areola surrounding them, they slowly began to circle his nipples with a widening spiral, working back out until his fingertips were following the curvature of Aaron's smooth, sculptured, teenage chest. Once again his fingers slowly approached those tender buds, by which time his own nipples were burning with the arousal caused by Aaron's caressing and fiddling, and for the second time at the last possible moment they veered out and spiralled away from the now aching nipples, aching not because of Jesse's touch, but because of the lack.
As Jesse's fingertips approached for a third time Aaron bit his lower lip in anticipation, and he practically shrieked as Jesse finally touched his nipples, running the tips of his fingers over them ever so gently with a feather-light touch. He pressed his lips against Jesse's and the two boys sucked in as Jesse caressed Aaron's rapidly swelling nipples with tight, concentric circles and Aaron rubbed Jesse's now firm, aching rosebuds with the palm of his hands. Breathing heavily now, sucking in the air perfumed by their teenage cologne and antiperspirants, the two boys trembled with delight. Aaron sighed as Jesse's hot breath brushed against his cheek and then along his neck as he slowly began to crouch. Feeling his teenage lover's hot breath continue across his chest and then blow on his irritated nipples, first one and then the other, Aaron quivered and moaned with pure ecstasy. As he felt Jesse's soft, moist lips brush against those sensitive, swollen buds, his thighs went weak and desire ached between his legs.
Jesse paused there, brushing Aaron's nipples with his lips and his breath caressing them, sending Aaron into spasms of delight and causing the sixteen year old's stiff cock to throb and twitch with lust. Slipping his lips about one, Jesse slowly sucked on it, the moistness and heat of his mouth and the suction causing the trembling sixteen year old to moan with the combination of pleasure and pain piercing his attacked nipple. Jesse's tongue swept over the hard, aching protuberance, causing it to ache and burn with exquisite pain while Aaron's cock jerked uncontrollably. Jesse skipped his lips across Aaron's smooth, sweating chest to his other nipple, and while the first throbbed hotly and felt surprisingly wet and vulnerable in the humid, evening air, the second was enveloped by Jesse's hot, moist mouth. Again Aaron arched his back as Jesse sucked on his second nipple and ran his hot, rough tongue over the sensitive, swollen protuberance.
Standing up again, Jesse began to gyrate, twisting his hips rhythmically to an unheard tune, rubbing his pubes against Aaron's, his stiff cock against Aaron's ripped abs, and his stiff, irritated nipples against Aaron's smooth, sweat-slick chest. Aaron inhaled sharply as Jesse's swollen nipples brushed against his, as his hot cockhead, the skin pulled right back over the glans, rubbed against the rim of his glans, similarly exposed and vulnerable. The stimulation from his glans and from his protruding, irritated nipples sent shocks of arousal through his blood- engorged flesh, causing it to throb and to ache with that sweet pain just before ejaculation.
Jesse was feeling the same arousal, the burning pleasure piercing his nipples causing his long, throbbing cock to ache with the same sweet pain. He flexed his knees so he could rub his cock against Aaron's now tight, swollen balls, prodding the swollen orbs with his hot dickhead. He rubbed it along Aaron's smooth inner thighs, stroking the sensitive skin with the most sensitive part of his own body. Slowing standing, he placed his hands on Aaron's shoulders and guided him down so he could caress his sweat-slick chest with his dickhead. He ran the knob over his still swollen nipples. As Aaron crouched further Jesse rubbed his cock against the teenage singer's downy cheeks, and along his upper lip and under his nose. His stiff, hot, fleshy wand transformed Aaron into a quivering, aching puppet, jerking and gasping with the maddening desire to shoot off a load. He himself was close to shooting as he drew Aaron back to his feet and he rubbed his dickhead along Aaron's smooth, sweat-slick stomach rapidly and desperately. As his cock throbbed hotly, he shivered with the pleasure and with the anticipation of his ejaculation.
Aaron threw his head back and inhaled deeply. He could smell Jesse's cock on his upper lip. Having had his body rubbed from lips to knees by that delightful tube of flesh, his entire body had to smell like Jesse's cock, and there was no other fragrance more delightful nor more erotic. It was with that thought that he at last reached his climax, his cum racing up the core of his swollen, aching cock and shooting out the tip with a burning delight, the force so great his cum shot up into the air and struck Jesse's smooth chest above the nipples. Spurt after spurt erupted from his body, spattering Jesse with creamy white globules which immediately began to ooze down his chest, along the indentation between his breasts, down over each breast and over each nipple, down over tanned, ripped abs and flat pink stomach to his thick, curly blond hairs.
Jesse erupted too, similarly spraying Aaron with his hot, creamy juice, streamer after streamer lacing the younger singer's smooth, sweating body and oozing down his skin in slimy trails. He'd not shot one off for the last two weeks, being too busy and too exhausted to even jerk one off, and besides, wanting to save up for the session he'd been trying to have with Aaron. Two weeks of pent up semen is a lot for a healthy seventeen-year-old boy, and Aaron was the happy recipient of the result of his abstinence. Hot, thick streamers laced his chest and hung in pearly pendants from his nipples.
The two boys embraced tightly, their cum streaked bodies pressed together as their lips met in a long, passionate kiss. Cum continued to flow out of their dual fountains, flowing now down over the blood-engorged knobs and down their shafts to their tightly constricted balls. They inhaled and exhaled deeply, the musky fragrance of fresh semen combining with the fragrance of their perfumed bodies. Their chests rose and fell with exertion and pleasure as they stood there in the cave, the storm brewing outside momentarily forgotten in the pleasure that only two boys in love can know.
Finally crouching down, Aaron ran his tongue over Jesse's chest, lapping up a smeared streamer of cum, likely his own, and then a blotch of semi-translucent slime on Jesse's breast, likely Jesse's transferred from his own chest when they'd embraced. The creamy texture and faint mushroom-like flavour was delightful. Sticking out his tongue, he hungrily lapped up another streamer. Jesse ran a fingertip along Aaron's chest, scooping up a globule of cum, a mixture of his and Aaron's, and popped the creamy treat in his mouth. Closing his lips about his finger, he slowly drew it back out, leaving behind the creamy globule. Savouring the slimy, mildly tart treat, he hungrily scooped up another puddle from Aaron's body. The two boys said nothing for the next few minutes as they stood there and licked and wiped each other clean.
"Ready for something to eat?"
"Oh yeah. I seem to have worked up an appetite," Aaron replied with a grin. He was curious what Jesse had brought.
Stacking some of the smaller pieces of dead sycamore he'd collected and left in the cave in the circle of stones near the entrance, which had been there when he'd discovered the cave, Jesse started a fire. Slipping a couple foil-wrapped potatoes into the fire and placing a metal rack on the stones, he began to grill a half dozen large softshell crabs, basting them with lemon butter while Aaron spread out the blankets and spread out their lunch. Opening a jar of Fusano California Picnic Mix, the two boys snacked on sliced red peppers, Sicilian olives, garlic and pepperoneini pickled in a white wine vinaigrette. The storm reached the shoreline, the sky now a solid black and the wind and rain assaulting the bluff with a fury, but the angle of the cave and the overhang protected the boys from the storm.
Dry and warmed by the cooking fire, they sat down to a feast of grilled crab in lemon butter flavoured with a hint of sycamore from the campfire smoke, slices of cheddar cornbread toasted over the fire, hot baked potatoes with sour cream and a sprinkling of bacon bits and green onions, and a large taco salad from Wendy's, accompanied by a bottle of 1998 Chardonnay from the Napa Valley Jesse had an older friend buy for him.
"Ah, man, that was something wonderful," sighed Aaron as he finished off the last of the crab legs.
"Glad you liked it."
"Liked it? Loved it! It was so totally delicious, and having it with you made it perfect."
Jesse smiled. Slipping an arm about him, Aaron gave him a gentle, loving kiss, their breaths now smelling of crab and wine and their lips tasting of lemon butter. Of course Jesse returned the kiss, and as the two boys embraced, arousal once again flickered in their hearts and in their loins. Aaron caressed Jesse's smooth, muscular back. His surfing practice for his television role had hardened his muscles, but they still had the smooth contours of a teenage boy. He kissed his cheeks, and his neck, and his right and left breast. Once again he kissed and brushed his lips against Jesse's nipples, but this time he had a different destination in mind. Easing Jesse down on his back on the blanket they'd spread out, he continued down, down over his abs and his flat stomach. Bypassing his groin, he continued down along his inner thighs, brushing them gently with his lips and kissing them and causing Jesse to gasp and squirm with pleasure and his dick to begin to rise. He continued on down over his right knee and down his calf to his ankle. Ever so slowly he began to roll down the white nylon sock.
"I'm afraid they're going to be sweaty and a bit odorous," Jesse observed, "what with the heat and wearing my runners all day."
"All the better," replied Aaron as he continued to roll down his sock, exposing his ankle bones, and then easing it over his heel and slowly rolling it down his foot.
Jesse had beautiful feet, size nine, with a graceful insole and long, slender toes. His feet were hot, and the fragrance of sweat and shoe leather and dirty socks wafted up as Aaron revealed his toes. For many that would be a turnoff, but for Aaron it was a fragrance that ranked right up there with cock and Jesse's cologne.
As Aaron squatted cross-legged on the blanket and raised Jesse's foot and began to kiss it, Jesse thought back to one of his last performances before leaving New York. It had been a promo event down at Syracuse Shopping Town Mall sponsored by Radio Disney. He liked performing at smaller events like that as it allowed him to get closer to his fans, which was, for him anyway, what performing was all about. He'd said that often in interviews and meant it. Anyway, one of his fans, a good-looking boy his age or maybe two or three years younger with gorgeous eyes and an effeminate face, had taken off his sock at the meet and greet afterward and given it to him, still warm and damp, to sign. He'd whispered for the boy to stick around for after the signing, which of course he eagerly did, and they'd gone out to Wendy's for some chicken nuggets and a soda afterward. The boy sat through it all goggle-eyed and thanked him profusely for his autograph, especially considering what he'd given him to sign, and confessed, with some embarrassment and since by then he was totally enthralled with Jesse, to having a particular liking for feet and socks.
Telling the boy he had to use the washroom, the kid had been perplexed when he'd told him to come with him, and couldn't believe it when Jesse motioned for him to join him in the handicapped cubicle. Sitting on the toilet, Jesse raised one leg and told the boy to remove his shoe and sock and take a good whiff of his hot, sweaty, dirty foot. The look of disbelief and momentarily of total dismay when he'd thought he was being put down and made fun of, was gradually replaced by a look of pure joy, and still disbelief, the likes of which Jesse had never seen before. He quickly dropped to his knees, unable to believe his teen idol was offering him the opportunity to fulfil of one of his hottest and most secret fantasies. As the boy knelt there in the cubicle joyously licking Jesse's salty toes, it was one of those incidences where Jesse felt so privileged he had the fame he had and could make people so happy because of whom he was. When he told the boy he could keep his socks, you'd think he'd given him a million dollars.
Of course Jesse was no stranger to having his feet licked. It had been Aaron who had introduced him to the pleasure. As he lay there now in the cave and looked up at Aaron as he ran his tongue along the back of his foot and wormed it between his large and second toes with just as much eagerness and with just as much delight as the boy had, he was grateful once again for being whom he was, having the personality and interests and outlook that he had that is, and because of that having become Aaron's lover. As Aaron ran his tongue along his insole, Jesse's cock began to swell. Taking on a dominant role like he was at the moment, sitting there passively while Aaron licked and kissed his feet, was erotic, especially knowing that Aaron had a masochistic bent, along with many other fetishes. Jesse quickly began to get aroused once again as he lay there watching his lover. Besides, Aaron was the most skilful boy he knew when it came to messing with a guy's feet.
That was true. Aaron's delight for feet matched his delight for cock. Like Jesse's fan, he was in ecstasy and he slipped his lips over Jesse's large toe and sucked it into his mouth. Running his tongue along the tip of the toe as he sucked on it, he glanced down at Jesse laying there on his back, his face flushed with arousal and his beautiful green eyes staring up at him dreamily, and his cock throbbed with desire. He was so fortunate to have hooked up with Jesse. With his good looks, his muscular bod, and his talent, the seventeen-year-old heartthrob had thousands of girls from coast to coast swooning at his feet, and his share of boys besides, but he was the only one who had his heart. He knew the fans in Jesse's many fan clubs, and his own, would be devastated to know that they were gay, and shocked, perhaps even disgusted, to know that they were in love with each other. The media made a big deal out of the women he was seen with, Hilary and Lindsay and Tami Farrell. Imagine the headlines if they found out about him and Jesse.
Rolling down Jesse's other sock, Aaron held his foot up to his nose and inhaled deeply, delighting in the fragrance. His cock now stiff and throbbing with desire, he stuck out his tongue and ran it along the underside of Jesse's toes. They were closer together than his own and longer. Jesse had such beautiful feet. He hoped that in the television series Jesse was filming there'd be plenty of shots of his feet. There would be if he was the cameraman. He knew already that there would be plenty of shots of Jesse's naked chest and his underarms, having learned long ago from his agent that fans, as much as they talked about his voice and his music, wanted to see skin, in his promo pictures, and on stage, and Jesse's fans would be no different. He had every intention of taping every episode of "Summerland" and editing out everything except the scenes with Jesse, and he would definitely be freezing the shots of his feet and jerking off admiring them and thinking of this evening.
Worming his tongue between each toe, he was delighted to see Jesse's stiff cock jerking with excitement and desire. Of course he was seeking his own pleasure and satisfaction, but they were so much greater when he knew he was bringing pleasure and satisfaction to his partner too. He traced the edges of the nail of Jesse's large toe with the tip of his tongue, running it along the base where a half moon was just barely visible below the pale pink nail, and then along the outer edge, across the top where the nail just barely extended beyond the tip of his toe, and then back down the other side. He continued on to the next nail and then the next. He sucked his baby toe into his mouth and clamping his lips tightly about it sucked on the tiny digit and then went on to his other foot.
Jesse was aching to get off, and as Aaron once again worked his way up his left foot, running his tongue along the underside and causing him to squirm as he felt Aaron's hot, wet tongue tickle his sole, he arched his back and groaned with ecstasy. Aaron continued, running his tongue over his heel, and up and around his ankle bone. Slowly he ran his tongue back up his calf and along the sensitive inner sides of his thighs. Laying there on his back, his hips raised in the air, he watched as Aaron ran his long, hot tongue over his dangling balls, licking the lower one first and then the second. He slipped his lips over the two of them and sucked them into his mouth and gently sucked on them, the suction drawing them deeper into his hot, moist mouth. Jesse felt them roll inside Aaron's mouth as he ran his tongue over them. His rigid cock jerked with excitement.
Releasing Jesse's eggs, Aaron ran his tongue up his stiff, twitching shaft, starting at the base and running the tip of his tongue along the deep blue vein that ran up the underside. He followed the inverted funnel that cleft his glans in two, running the tip of his tongue to the tip of his blood-engorged glans and flicking the tip against his peehole. Swirling his tongue around his glans like it was the scoop of ice cream on an ice cream cone, he began at the tip and swirled down to the rim. As his hot, wet tongue ran along the sensitive edge Jesse's cock jerked and a droplet of clear pre-cum oozed out the tip. Hungrily lapping it up, Aaron returned to the rim and ran his tongue around it once more, coaxing out another droplet of pre-cum which he again eagerly lapped up.
Unable to lay still any longer, Jesse, swung his sixteen-year-old lover around so that they were laying on the blanket side by side and facing each other in the opposite direction with Aaron's long, thick cock and huge, dangling balls directly in his face. Like Aaron had done to him, he leaned in closer and ran his tongue over Aaron's large, sweaty balls. As he inhaled, the musky fragrance combined with the salty taste of his nuts caused a third dollop of pre-cum to ooze out of Jesse's cock. Feeling Aaron's tongue quickly lapping it up, Jesse slipped his lips over Aaron's balls and sucked them into his mouth. How God had ever come up with such an ingenious design for a man he would never know, but he was glad that He had.
As he felt Aaron's hot, moist mouth envelop his glans, he let Aaron's large balls slip out of his mouth and he ran his tongue up the shaft of his cock, following the blue vein on the underside as Aaron had done to him. He ran the tip of his tongue along the sensitive skin below the mushroom cap of Aaron's dick, his foreskin having pulled right back to reveal that sensitive, pink flesh. A large globule of clear pre-cum oozed out the tip of Aaron's throbbing, jerking cock. Continuing to tease that tender ring below his glans, Jesse coaxed out a second and third dollop before slipping his tongue up along the groove on the underside of Aaron's dickhead to lap up the sweet clear treat.
By then Aaron had totally descended on his long, thick cock, all slightly more than six and a half inches, just a fraction shorter than Aaron's. His lips were tightly grasping the hairy base of his shaft and the knob of his cock was wedged down Aaron's throat. Jesse resisted the temptation to draw back his hips and to begin to face fuck his lover as Aaron deep throated him. Slipping his lips over Aaron's blood-engorged knob and gently sucking on it, he basted it with his saliva until his mouth was full and then swallowed the cock-flavoured spittle with such delight more pre-cum oozed out of his cock and down Aaron's throat.
Easing his lips back up along Jesse's hot, throbbing shaft until they were encircling his glans, Aaron sucked gently on his aching cock. Maintaining the suction, he slowly descended again, this time only going down until Jesse's knob brushed against his uvula before reversing and drawing his lips up again. Jesse similarly began to slip his lips up and down Aaron's thick, throbbing cock as he sucked on it. Knowing each other well and having done this many times together, they paused occasionally and clamped their lips just below each other's knob, killing the urge to shoot and allowing them to enjoy the sweet pain developing deep in their loins and causing their knobs to itch and ache that much longer. Sucking in the musky fragrance of each other's crotch, they delighted as much in the pleasure throbbing between their legs as they did in the pleasure of knowing the delight they were bringing each other.
There is a fine point between delaying that ultimate pleasure to extend it and magnify it, and delaying it too long so that it becomes pain and not pleasure. The two lovers knew instinctively when they'd reached that point, and knew when to yield to that pleasure, and when to continue beyond to the realm of pain and masochism. This was a night for love and tenderness, not pain, and as they reached that peak for the third time they did not stop. The pressure that had been building up in their loins finally allowed to continue, their swollen balls constricted and their hot, thick lava began to race up the core of their benumbed cocks. Feeling the telltale tremble below the knobs in their mouths, the two boys drew their lips up and held their breaths as they erupted, their hot, thick juices spurting out of their aching cocks and filling each other's mouth. Spurt after spurt erupted from their burning tips, and the two boys trembled and inhaled deeply, the violence of their orgasms causing them to jerk and groan in ecstasy.
Savouring the thick, tart slime in their mouths, they finally swallowed, sending ripples of pleasure up their spines. Their numb cocks burning with pleasure, they sucked gently on the now overly sensitive knobs, sucking out the remaining cream and hungrily swallowing it. They lay there a long time, savouring the taste and texture of each other's special juices, delighting in the violence of their orgasms and the pleasure of having brought the other off. At long last they sat up, and embracing, sat there in the cave and stared out into the blackness and raging storm, lost in the thoughts of love and pleasure.
I know that you are something special
To you I'd be always faithful
I want to be what you always needed
Then I hope you'll see the heart in me.
Your beautiful soul, yeah
You might need time to think it over
But I'm just fine moving forward
I'll ease your mind
If you give me the chance
I will never make you cry c'mon let's try.
"Looks like we might be stranded here all night," observed Jesse.
"Aw," sighed Aaron, "however will we spend the time."
"I'm sure we'll think of something," Jesse replied with a smile as the two snuggled closer.
Of course they did. Although they'd come twice that evening, both were young, Jesse having turned seventeen just two months ago, and Aaron six months away from his seventeenth birthday. They were also healthy and in love. The snuggling once again turned to kisses and caresses. Snug and protected in the cave and the warmth of the fire, the two lovers kissed gently, their lips grazing each other. Their lips and breaths now smelling of cum, and the artificial fragrances they'd sprayed their bodies with now replaced by the natural fragrances of young, teenage boys, of cock and recently spent cum, and the woodsy fragrance of sycamore smoke, the two teenagers caressed each other lovingly and gently, running fingers over each other's smooth teenage body, their active lives having resulted in firm, lean bodies but their muscles just beginning to develop the definition that came with age.
That tenderness and love soon ignited more basic, animalistic passions and the kisses gradually became more forceful and the caresses firmer and more sexual. They ran their fingers through each other's fine, blond hair as their lips met in long, hot kisses.
They kissed each other's cheeks and necks as they caressed deltoids and pecs, as they pressed naked flesh against naked flesh. Lips skipped over smooth teenage chests and encircled tender young buds, sucking on them until they became firm and the slightest touch sent shocks of painful pleasure through them and through their young groins. Fingers wove through tight curly blond hairs, and cupped once again loosely dangling balls and stroked once again limp but swelling young manhoods. Jesse gently traced Aaron's tattoo. Although now five and a half weeks old, it was still tender, though nowhere near as painful as the first couple weeks after he'd gotten it. Even now though, as Jesse gently traced the sun burst and the skull it encircled with the tip of his index finger, Aaron began to bone up as he recalled the pain sitting there on the chair and getting it done, and the embarrassing and highly erotic experience of having creamed his boxers. For many days afterward, he would reach behind him and touch the red, swollen tattoo and instantly bone up, and perversely continue to touch himself there until he shot off without so much as touching his dick. The sunburst and skull were quite appropriate given his diverse, and perverse, interests and nature.
Having Aaron lay on his back and raise his hips, Jesse sat before him cross-legged, and bowing his head, ran his tongue up Aaron's crevice. Aaron's swelling cock quickly began to rise as Jesse wormed his tongue into his asshole and placing his lips against his butthole sucked on it gently. Jesse's spittle filled his rectum as Jesse rimmed him, delighting in tonguing his dank butthole as much as Aaron took delight in getting rimmed. That was what true love was all about, a person finding delight and pleasure in something they knew brought their partner pleasure and delight. Pulling apart Aaron's ass cheeks, Jesse ran his hot tongue around his stretched pucker with tantalizing slowness.
The two teenagers once again stiff and horny, Aaron wrapped his legs about Jesse's waist as Jesse knelt between them and positioned the tip of his cock against Aaron's spit-slick hole. Ever so slowly he pressed forward and ever so slowly his knob stretched open Aaron's sphincter. Aaron pushed out, opening to Jesse as best he could. Fraction by fraction Jesse's knob stretched open his anus and finally popped inside. He continued pushing forward ever so slowly, gradually sinking his cock up Aaron's hot, moist rectum until it was buried up to his balls. Smiling down at the sixteen-year-old singer, Jesse slowly drew his hips back, slowly easing his cock back out of his body. And so the two lovers engaged in that act as old as man, probably dating as far back as Cain himself.
Jesse's cock throbbed and ached with the pleasure of being totally surrounded by hot moist ass flesh, and with the delight of having his partner working his anus in time with him, constricting it and grasping at his cock as he withdrew, relaxing its hold as he sank his cock back in. He set up a rhythm, in and out, his stiff cock and Aaron's rectum pulsating in unison. He leaned forward and kissed his sixteen-year-old boyfriend on the lips and Aaron returned the kiss as he lay there on the cave floor being gently fucked by his lover. As their desires grew and their passions once again flared, Jesse began to pump faster, his cockhead itching and the pressure once again developing in his young loins. Each time his cockhead brushed against Aaron's prostate it sent a shiver of arousal deep through his groin, causing his stiff cock to twitch and Aaron to clench his sphincter about Jesse's cock.
The two boys were perspiring, and the sharp, sour odour combined with the woodsy smoke and the scent of the sea just as it probably did with teenage cave boys thousands of years ago, maybe in that very same cave. As Jesse lunged forward and reared back, plunging his aching, throbbing cock up Aaron's hot, and equally aching hole, the storm reached its peak outside, flashes of lightening lighting up the cave to reveal the two naked, humping boys as it forked down from billowing black clouds to the black, churning sea below. The waves crashed against the bluff in a wild and regular rhythm as Jesse and Aaron's bodies bucked and crashed together, their heavy panting and groans of ecstasy accompanied by the roar of the sea crashing against the bluff far below.
Pressing his lips against Aaron's, Jesse plunged forward and grasped his naked, perspiring body as he felt once again that familiar twang deep up his groin and he felt the gush of his jism racing up the core of his cock. Their lips still locked together and their arms wrapped about each other, their chests heaving and Aaron's legs wrapped about Jesse's waist in a scissors lock, the two boys exploded, Jesse's cum shooting deep up Aaron's bowels, and Aaron's stiff cock, jerking wildly and his own cum spurting out, lacing his naked body and that of his lover. Shot after shot erupted from the tight balls of the two teenagers and they quivered and moaned with the ultimate pleasure two lovers can know. They held each other tightly, their groins throbbing and their chests heaving as they sucked in the earthy fragrance of fresh cum and sycamore smoke and the stormy sea.
They finally separated some time later, their cocks having gone limp, their passion once again subsided. They sat up and slipped their arms about each other as they cuddled in that post climatic bliss. Outside the storm had abated as suddenly as it had come up as summer storms do, the black clouds beginning to separate and a beam of white light shining through from heaven. Slowly the sky turned red and purple and orange as the sun began to descend below the horizon, sending a hue of colours across the quietening sea. The two lovers turned and kissed, long and tenderly, knowing that no matter what happened in the world or what the future brought, their love for each other would be forever.
I don't want another pretty face
I don't want just anyone to hold
I don't want my love to go to waste
I want you and your beautiful soul.
You're the one I wanna chase
You're the one I wanna hold
I won't let another minute go to waste
I want you and your beautiful soul.
I know that you are something special
To you I'd be always faithful
I want to be what you always needed
Then I hope you'll see the heart in me.
Your beautiful soul, yeah
You might need time to think it over
But I'm just fine moving forward
I'll ease your mind
If you give me the chance
I will never make you cry c'mon let's try.
Am I crazy for wanting you?
Baby do you think you could want me too?
I don't wanna waste your time
Do you see things the way I do?
I just wanna know if you feel it too
There is nothing left to hide.
I don't want another pretty face
I don't want just anyone to hold
I don't want my love to go to waste
I want you and your beautiful soul.
You're the one I wanna chase
You're the one I wanna hold
I won't let another minute go to waste
I want you and your beautiful soul.