WARNING: This story involves graphic description of some kind of sexual relationship between a young male and a MINOR boy. If you are under 18 (or under the legal age in your area), if you feel offended or if a cross-generational relationship isn't your cup of tea then please exit this file now.
DISCLAIMER: This story is purely fictional although any resemblance with actual persons living or dead could have preserved. None of actions depicted really have happened.
Comments as always welcome. Please no flames, we're the way we are and if you feel offended you have been warned not to read. So there. For your possible comments use the nardwik@hotmail.com mailbox. Happy reading!
HERO OF THE DAY by Lars M. Culverine (c) 1998
(dedicated to my best c-friend Aaron)
I was sitting at my desktop at home chatting with my friends on the net, exchanging mails and cute pictures with them. I had really good time sitting there with my eyes feasted to the monitor for almost 2 hours. Then there approached the time I had something really important to do and so I switched the machine off and focused myself to do what I was expected to.
It took me rather too much time, I was in a hurry because I didn't want to miss the evening news where - from MY point of view - the greatest new EVER should appear: a comment about the youngest, the cutest and the most beloved pop-singer star, about Aaron Carter. The comment should rumour about his very first tour round England with his first stop in Derby, my hometown! Tomorrow! As I fell in love in that wonderful kid right at first sight, you can surely imagine how deeply I must have been struck when I once saw the billboard announcement about his pressupposed tour around England a month before!
I was looking forward to his show so much. I will see my lovable little idol at last! I was fantasizing about it every night from then, had even some occasional wet dreams involving me and Aaron doing VERY interesting things but those were only dreams.
It was the time of the evening news. I turned on TV and sat in front into the chair, naked, prepared to pleasure myself if I would have any cute ocassion to. After the usual theme had sounded the headline news appeared. Suddenly a painful bile rose up in my throat, my mouth got dry and my eyes widened... I stared in disbelief on the TV screen where the very first headline title appeared...
A A R O N C A R T E R K I D N A P P E D !
I fell back into the chair, stunned, speechless, as I observed the boy's big smiling picture peeking via trick camera from behind the news reporter who announced:
"According to the announcement of the official Warner Bros Music promotion director who is responsible for both realization and cancellation of live shows of Aaron Carter, we have got already known that Aaron Carter, the most popular child pop-singer of the nineties had been most likely kidnapped from his hotel apartment in Derby, Derbyshire that he shared with his brother Nick. The local police officials refused any nearer comments to that case. However we learnt that Aaron Carter arrived to Derby in his tourbus together with his brother Nick and with their bodyguards to settle their accomodation around 5 pm. After that they both had their early supper and planned to discuss some things concerning the show on tomorrow.
Nick, as he said, went for their tour manager and Aaron stayed in the room alone with his bodyguard. When Nick and the manager both came back to theapartment where Aaron and Nick were accomodated, they found only a disastrous mess in there, a heavily injured bodyguard slumped to the floor of the room, and... no Aaron.
With the intense police assistation, the injured bodyguard was immediately transported to the local hospital as he was supposed to be operated and then very strictly prevented from publicity. Police hopes that he would be very helpful in answering most of the question asked not only by police but surely by all of us. One thing however appears to be clear, so far. Aaron Carter was kidnapped. We don't know on which or whose purpose. As far as it goes police doesn't know anything more about Aaron's vanishing nor Aaron's brother Nick Carter knows, neither, who wanted desperately to grant an exclusive interview for Evening News. Nick, go on, please."
And the camera 2 focused a close-up to Nick Carter, sitting right next to the reporter. His eyes red and lightly swollen, he must have apparently cried for his cute little baby brother. There was a silent pause and after that Nick lifted his eyes looking directly into the camera which was recording him and spoke: "This is for the one who took my brother Aaron: please, don't hurt him! Whatever you want, money, glory, exclusivity or me to quit Backstreet Boys or even my own life, you can have it. I'm ready. But I plead you, please give my l'il brother Aaron back. Please! I've never pleaded anyone this much like now. If you envied me my glory, my fortune and all around and wanted me to suffer in deepest sorrow and despair, you got it. You got me. I'm ready to do whatever you'd tell me to! (Nick's eyes watered with tears, his voice broke and his face turned away)."
The camera 2 close-up was cut from camera 1 focus to the slightly embarassed reporter who looked right on the camera "ON"-indicator and then he turned back to Nick on his right: "Nick, we all are very sorry about what happened to Aaron and we all in England hope that everything is going to turn out well. We also very appreciate your courage to victimize even yourself to get your brother back but... don't you think this would mean a precedens for any other criminals who would behave the same way like in this case blackmailing other very well-known people like you after having their close friends, ancestors or sibblings kidnapped? I mean that police..."
"I don't give a shit about police!" retorted Nick angrily, flames of wrath glowing in his eyes, "the only thing I wish now is that they would give my little brother back, alive. Oh, I'm sorry I cursed, I... please, don't hurt him! Please!" he whined and desperately covered his face in both of his palms, fearful, shocked, starting to sob.
I didn't see the rest of it, I turned the TV off by clicking on the remote control, and stayed embedded into the chair with my heart pounding twice its normal rate, with my eyes shrieking in horror. The same has already happened to me this year on the 31th August when I learnt about the death of HRH Princess Diana. How I was sorry for both of her boys, especially for the little Henry the day!
The thing that tomorrow will be no show with Aaron Carter completely left my mind as only one thing remained there filling all my brain with fear and shock: what happened to him? Is he ok? Did the bastard(s) really hurt him?
I knew very well WHAT could ever happened to my little idol because I must admit I myself was indulging some VERY special fantasies in my day- or night dreaming, the ones who involved Aaron and me doing things... only we both knew about. Generally, it all involved Aaron WILLING to do it, I'm not the one who would force such an angel-boy like Aaron to do things he wouldn't want to. But I was pretty sure there would be some bastards out there who would grab the little one, haul him into a deserted place and screw him 10 times tearing his sweet bottom apart, laughing at his cry and pain...
I saw a wraith of an anonymous street bum, a dustbin-browser, as he threw my little cutie Aaron, now scared to death, down on the pile of stinking clothes that served for the bed in the corner of a deserted factory. The dirty man made Aaron turn on his belly and furiously pulled down the boy's shorts and undies tearing them almost off. Then he spread his smooth legs wide apart, the boy's frightened eyes shrieked in horror and he cried: "No! Please, sir, don't! No!"
"Shut da fuk'up!" the bum hissed through his agape teeth and vigorously covered boy's mouth with his dirty hand, he ripped down his trousers and exposed his fat, huge, smelly 7incher. Then he layed his 160 pounds on the poor little boy and...
N O O O O O O O O O O O H H H ! ! ! ! !
I woke up in a jump, scared to death. My forehead covered in heavy sweat, my heart pulsing in my throat, it took me a while before I realized it was only a nightmare. Pooh, thanks God! I breathed out in a big relief. But then I jumped again.
The doorbell rang.
I could hear million drops of heavy rain hit the ground from outside. I threw a brief glimpse to the clock on the wall. What, 10:25pm?!? I must have fallen asleep. But who the heck is going to visit me this late in the night? Staggering from the nightmare shock I went open.
I opened the door... and almost fainted on the spot. Behind the door, completely soaked to the skin, drenched, bitting his bottom lip, stood the cutest angelboy of all around the world, my little idol, true Aaron Carter himself!!!
He was shivering from cold, his eyes flickering from the amount of rain drops splashing into his face and all he could only manage to say was: "Pleez... help me..."
End of Chapter One
HERO OF THE DAY by Lars M. Culverine (c) 1998
CHAPTER 2 Games boys play
"Oh, Jesus," I swore, "c'mon, quick!" I urged him to enter the hall. Then I slammed the door and turned back, hoping, praying that this wasn't a dream and that he would be still there. And he was!
It was incredible, it was wild and wonderful, I couldn't have enough of looking at him. Poor little bugger, water dripping from him then and there, his beautiful blonde hair now mused, his rosy-red lips purple from cold, he was shivering all over. His denim-dungarees wet from ankles to knees, loads of water caused his pure white T-shirt to glue on his beautiful little body, black-and-blue Nike Airs drenched completely. It was him, it was really, really him! At my place! Pleading for help!
I still couldn't believe what happened. But suddenly I jerked, realizing that the boy really needed help. If I'm not going to do anything he surely catches a cold or even pneumonia!
I led him carefully to my bathroom and helped him swiftly to take off every wet piece of clothes. Too late! Too late I realized what was going on!
He had to be stripped almost completely because almost everything he wore was completely drenched, T-shirt, dungarees, socks, shoes, shorts. The only piece of clothes that remained dry on him were his undies. And then I realized what I was doing. I was stripping my lovable little idol off! It was like an absolutely wonderful and unbelievable dream: I was taking his wet clothes off so that he wouldn't catch a cold and I could observe the breathtaking beauty of his almost naked torso from no more than 1 feet!
Right after his dungarees fell down on the floor I felt a non-measurable adrenaline surge, zillion units of endorphin flooded my whole body, I felt a rapid inflation down there, I couldn't help it. And it was even better!
Eventually he stood there only in his pale-blue undies, still shivering from cold and as I saw him like that, so poor, so lonesome, so lovable and yet so cute I almost released my load right there. I wanted to grab him, hug him tightly, kiss him all over and say how much I love him but I couldn't. Not now, not there.
I picked a huge frothe-towel instead and carefully wrapped all his little body in it. Then I took him into my arms and carried him into the warmest place, into the living room. I settled him onto the sofa and placed him as close to the lit fireplace as possible.
Then I said, nervous tremor in my voice evident, "I'm gonna make a hot lemon tea for you, I'll be right back," and I ran to the kitchen, turning on the electric kettle. After that I returned back to the living room and again felt a hot electric wave of pleasure when I saw the poor little 10-years-old mummy wrapped in frothe-towel. Aaron Carter in my living room! Wow! Now I could die tomorrow in peace.
The electric kettle reminded that the water was ready, so I went back to the kitchen and, unsure of which kind of tea he would like, I took two tea-cups and tea-spoons, a cup with crystal sugar, another one with brick-sugar, a flask with syrup, half-dozen pieces of lemon, box of Lipton, some more fruit teas, put everything on a huge plate and placed it on the table next to the sofa.
"Help yourself," I playfully, yet tenderly nudged him, "feel free to take anything you want. It's all for you. But be careful, it's still hot."
He dipped a piece of Lipton, two cubes of sugar, and a lemon. Then he lifted the spoon from the cup and carefully took a sip. His whole body shuddered as it accepted the hot wave of tea liquid that was heating all of his limbs and bones. He lifted his beautiful hazel-nut eyes and gave me a warm, grateful look. My heart melted under it, my whole body weakened.
"Thank you," he whispered with his clear small voice.
He got me. I would do anything he'd wanted me to right there. But the only thing I could do was that I remained completely speechless, unable to talk, unable to move. I could only nod.
After he had taken another two sips, his mood noticeably increased. His cute face highlighted with his beaming boy-smile and I can tell you, this caused to sent me almost over the edge.
"Feel better?" I asked, shivering still evident not in my voice but all over my body, too.
"Uh-huh," the boy answered, "my head's still wet, but," he added, "well never mind. It sure dries off itself."
Now I felt a giant opportunity to fulfil my biggest dream EVER: to touch my untouchable little idol.
I asked: "Would you mind if I help you to dry your hair?"
"No, sure I won't mind, thanks," he anwered.
He agreed! He allowed me to! Wow!
I started to rub softly his beautiful damp hair dry, but suddenly felt as if I'm not going to hold it back any more. The more I rubbed, the more I could inhale the faint boy-scent of his damp hair, the pleasurable warmth of his recovered body, the lively-pulsing stream in his little veins, all this was constantly sending me over the edge, I was no more sure whether I can still resist and postpone the inevitable.
I desperately tried to control myself, focusing my thoughts to lots of unimportant things, trying to open the conversation.
I said: "Well it went everything so fast that I completely forgot to indroduce myself to you. My name's Aaron."
His eyes widened: "Wow, my name's Aaron, too!"
"I know," I smiled shyly, "you're Aaron Carter, right?"
(saying his full name out loud didn't help much to subside the pain in my groin, neither)
"You know me?" asked Aaron excitedly, his eyes widened even more.
"Of course that I know you. You're Aaron Carter, the most popular boy-singer of the nineties! And your brother Nick is pretty good, too!"
This compliment sounded a bit like cliche but little Aaron was very pleased. He reached out his hand. I reached mine out, too and we shook our hands! Oh God, that brief touch of his soft boy-palm was totally un-for-get-tab-le!
"Nice to meet you, Aaron!" I said.
"Nice to meet you, ...er... Aaron," he said and giggled.
I smiled at him back: "Welcome to England," but then my face took more serious expression and I said, "I was looking forward to your show so much," I admitted, "but when I saw the Evening News... please, can you tell me what happened to you?"
Aaron's big eyes reminded me too late that I didn't choose the right topic for discussion. His beautiful hazel-nut dots widened, absently shrieking in horror, the boy jerked uncontrollably and screamed: "B R I A N ! ! ! H E L P M E ! ! !"
And he stared through me to an uncertain point, as if sudden recall of memory returned to his consciousness, reminding him of what happened!
Then his body collapsed, he broke down and hugged me fiercely, desperately, as if seeking a safe arm to rest, starting to sob silently. "Oh, Brian," he cried, "what did they do to you?"
Spontaneously I hugged him back, clasping tenderly his little body to mine, trying to comfort him, to quieten him. The only thing I wanted to avoid were tears in his eyes. And so I just whispered those silly words, "it's ok", "shhh", "good boy", until his silent sobs ceased and he felt a bit better.
I was glad about it and asked: "Who's Brian?"
"Brian's our bodyguard," said the little one sadly, "when they came, he jumped and covered me with his body just when someone shot at him. I couldn't hear anything but I know they shot becuz they have guns with those shot-silencers. And they must've hit him, 'cos he pressed his hand on his chest and fell on the floor!"
Aaron's eyes watered again with tears, his little voice trembled, when he asked: "He's ok, isn't he? Say he is, please!"
My heart was bleeding upon his tormented expression in his beautiful eyes ful of hope but I had to tell him the truth: "You must be very brave, Aaron. They said in Evening News that he was heavily injured and that they carried him immediately to the hospital."
Aaron tried to remain a brave boy but his chin trembled and his eyes watered again.
"Oh, don't be afraid," I said, "I'm sure he'll be ok soon again!"
The boy hugged me again fiercely, vigorously, I knew how much he needs someone to trust, as sorrow and despair overflowed his little soul and I wanted him to be sure that I was here for him to listen, to comfort and to help but this was only in my mind. My body had another intentions. I observed, worried, how my body gives responses of his own to the tight, electrizing hug of a boy, of a boy so beautiful...
Still worried I tried to switch another topic. "So they took you with them, right?"
"Uh-huh," the boy nodded.
"But how did you manage to escape?" I wondered.
"Well they stopped by the phone booth. They were two in the car and both got out to call someone. They locked me in there with parental locks but they didn't notice that the one on the left side is broken!" the boy smirked, "I flipped it up, opened the door and ran. And then I found your place and rang the bell," he finished proudly.
"Wow, you're pretty smart and brave boy!" I praized.
He blushed slightly and whispered only: "Thanks..."
We looked into each other's eyes, it was so incredible, so awesome, I would stay the whole centuries like that, I felt another wave of endorphins, adrenaline surge, increasing pulse-rate, my body tensed, I felt a powerful throb down there, I was slowly approaching the peak...
And suddendly the inevitable came true. Little Aaron, now quiet and relaxed, dropped his sight down and, slightly red in his face, he whispered: "Excuse me, but... your thingy's getting stiff!"
He must have obviously noticed my prominent bulge, inflating behind my cotton briefs, now revealed from behind my dressing gown, audibly aching for release.
And this was already too much. Every sensation I could just indulge, the pleasurable closeness of my beloved little boy, his damp scent, his warmth, his small, high-pitched voice, all this suddenly mingled in one absolutely unbearable, yet awesome sensation that exploded in unison throughout all my mind and body, my aching bulge jerked once, twice and I could only notice the vigorous shot and the warm stream pulsing into my briefs...
I completely gave in against all those powerful feelings, forgetting unfortunately that the boy sits right next to me, wrapped in my towel, his hair being rubbed dry. And again it was too late. Too late I realized that in the place where the tip of my "thingy" was touching the cotton of my briefs, a wet, rapidly growing stain occured. It grew in size and for the first moment I was staring at it dumbly, as if not knowing what it was but then my mind shrieked in horror as I noticed that Aaron himself caught the direction of my stare and aimed his own surprised sight right into my crotch.
I realized that he "caught me in act" and my face blushed in the darkest red. Oh, how I was ashamed! To allow such a thing happen just in front of my beloved little idol! And that wasn't everything at all!
He giggled silently and said, surprised: "You've peed in your panties!"
My face couldn't be any redder.
I swalowed heavily and hesitantly blurted out: "That's not a pee, right? It's... something else," my voice still shivering from what had happened a while before.
He lifted his eyebrows and then he smiled broadly: "There's nothing more than a pee that comes out down there!" but in the next moment his smile froze on his lips and his eyes widened in surprise: "Oh, I know what it is! That's not a pee, that's the thing Nick had told me about!"
"What did he tell you?" I asked, now a bit relieved, my voice still trembling, however.
"He told me about some white stuff that might start coming out prob'ly when I'm older. He told me not to be afraid of it. And when I asked him why does it come out he just smiled and said: >>becuz your thingy's happy!<< D'you know what he meant?"
I knew ABSOLUTELY what Nick meant but I was so desperately scared to show him that I only nodded without a word spoken.
"Well when's a thingy happy then?" he asked curiously, "does it have to do som'thing with making babies?" he smiled broadly and then, picking up the thought, he giggled.
I couldn't believe my own ears. This was sending me over the edge again. But I felt at the same time that we both likely run at the full speed into something very very dangerous. I only hoped we wouldn't get that far.
"That's only part of it," I answered honestly, "you can even help your thingy to be happy, on your own." That was completely spontaneous, again I too late realized, I let my tongue flipped!
Quickly, I took control over myself, and said: "Aaron, please, you're just too young to ask such questions. Please don't ask any more because it might get me, you or both of us into serious trouble!"
"Oh, c'mon, tell me," the boy pleaded, "I won't tell anyone! Howdya make your thingy happy?"
"All right," I sighed. This was SO tempting, I couldn't resist!
"Promise you won't tell anyone?" I asked once more.
"'Course I won't," he answered, slightly impatient, his eyes glaring in expectation.
"Well, first you gotta touch your thingy with your fingers and stroke it, very softly at first," I started, "then you need to wrap your thumb and forefinger around the skin of your thingy and softly rub and stroke the skin back and forth. Slowly at first and then faster."
"Does it hurt?" Aaron asked.
"Oh no, not at all. It only causes your thingy to get stiff, it inflates more and more and then suddenly it comes and your thingy's happy."
"What comes?" Aaron asked again.
"Well, it's hard to describe what comes. It's a feeling, an awesome, fantastic and powerful feeling as if something very pleasant would burst into your entire body. It feels so good. And if you can feel it, well, then's your thingy happy!"
The boy's glaring eyes widened: "Wow! It's really as easy as that?"
"Yes, it is," I nodded, smiling.
Aaron just sat there for a while, thoughtfully, having something obvious in mind. Then he shyly, almost inaudibly whispered: "Can I... can I try it?"
I almost released another load when I heard his clear small asking voice. This was undeniably far beyond my wildest dreams! And it was real!
"Yeah, feel free, but... you mind if I watch?" I asked, nervous tremor in my voice evident.
"No," he shrugged, "you could help me at last then, you could tell me if I'm doing it good." he smiled impishly.
Oh, yes. Yes, I will! Oh, my little boy, I will!
Hesitantly, Aaron took off his blue undies and revealed his smooth, cute, lovely thingy, no more than 3" long. I must admit I was disappointed a bit at first for I expected at least diminutive erection, but never mind. I was sure it WILL come eventually.
The boy then followed my instruction and started to rub the skin on his little boy-muscle back and forth with his thumb and forefinger. He was very careful and solicitous, he was doing it for a long while but there was no noticeable result. It caused to inflate his pee-pee into the state of semi-erect, however.
"That's strange," the boy said, "I'm doing it on and on and nothing goes. Maybe my thingy's sleepy now."
Without any thinkabout, I blurted: "Well, maybe I can help you with it, if you want me to..."
The boy's eyes highlighted with pleasure: "You would? That'll be great, thanks! I mean, you sure know all the tricks!" and he leaned back, propping his upper body on both of his elbows,
"Now you can, I'm ready," he said, expecting with his glaring eyes, what comes next.
Forgetting completely about his hair (now almost dry, anyway), I reached out and, still non-believening what am I allowed to do, I touched shyly the Aaron's little tool. It was now limp but so smooth, so beautiful! I was stroking the boy down there only with the tips of all three biggest fingers, so tenderly, almost unnoticeably.
The first touch of my fingertip caused Aaron to let out a silent sigh, he closed his eyes and concentrates himself to those new, obviously wonderful feelings...
I was still stroking only the upper surface of his thingy, I still haven't initiated rubbing and I observed, pleased, what pleasure it gives to him, his mouth partly open his sweet breath almost inaudible, yet a little faster than usual. Then he opened his marvellous hazel-nut eyes, looked on me and whispered: "That's neat!"
"You like it?" I asked.
"Yeahhh," he breathed out, starting to be overwhelmed be sensations, "it feels tinglish down there, I can feel my pee-pee grow!"
"Yes, that's your blood that runs down there. It causes your pee-pee to grow."
"Won't my blood leak out then?" he asked, a bit worried.
"Oh no, not at all," I reassured him, still stroking softly, "you know, inside of your thingy are those little muscles that grow after blood runs into them and they causes all your thingy to grow. There's nothing to be afraid of, it's supposed to be like that."
After that I looked down there again... Wow, I managed to almost full-erect his thingy only by stroking its surface! Needless to say that I myself was hard as a rock and if the former involuntary release haven't helped me, I would surely release another load right there.
Then I said: "See? Your thingy had grown a bit so that you can rub it between your fingers more confortably. You can give it a try now!"
The sweetest boy, my little lovable idol said in a conspiratorial whisper: "No, please, would YOU do it to me? That felt so neat when you were doing it!"
My whole body shuddered. In an uncontrollably trembling voice I asked: "Are... are you sure? I mean I might have done things you wouldn't want to. Please, feel free to stop me whenever you want, ok?"
"Ok," he said, and added, wondering: "Is this that important to you?"
"Yeah," I confessed, "I don't wanna embarass you, startle you or even hurt you. You know, we're trying to make your thingy happy and this might need doing things that are ok with me but might not be ok with you. And I only wanna you to feel good. That's why I'm asking..."
"Ok," the boy agreed, "deal. As soon as I won't like it, we'll stop, right?"
"Right, I promise," I smiled. Then I added, still stroking his velvetty-smooth boy-muscle: "one more thing. When a thingy is happy, it feels like a really awesome and huge blast that explodes inside your body. It feels so incredibly good and sometimes it feels like you're going to pee. But you won't. It's just that your pee-pee wants to spurt out the white stuff Nick had told you about. But I think it's too soon for you to have any stuff to spurt. So if you would feel like you're gonna pee, please, please, relax and let it go, ok?"
"Ok," little Aaron nodded, wondering probably, why this was so important to me.
"All right, let's go for it," I smirked and reached out.
This time I wrapped his semi-hard thingy into my thumb and forefinger and with: "This is the secret of how make it happy," I tenderly pulled his shaft back so that his cherry-shaped, dark red spongy head exposed.
Aarons body shuddered, tensed, he opened his semi-closed eyes wide and let out a silent: "Ohhhh... wwwwow..."
"What is it like?" I asked curiously.
Little Aaron gave me such a warm, grateful look, that I shivered from all the overwhelming sensations it caused to flood my body. "That's awesome," he whispered, "is this the trick? To pull it back like that?"
"Yeah," I answered in a whisper, "and you go simply like that, then," and I started to softly rub his foreskin back and forth.
I can tell you, Aaron must have liked it so much, because soon he was breathing erraticaly, his body was tensing and relaxing, his eyes closed, he concentrated himself to experience all yet unknown sensations, he was sighing silently, not moaning in fact, drops of sweat glistened on his forehead.
"Wowww,... that... that feels sooo goooood.... ohhhh, yeahhh.... I can... I can feel my thingy... I can feel it grow... I think it's gonna be... gonna be happy soon...!"
I felt overwhelmed by his approaching orgasm, obviously the very first in his entire life. And the thought of it, that it's ME who's giving out these very first sensations of maximal pleasure to my lovable little idol, it was going to sent me over the edge again.
I couldn't hold it back any longer.
"Mind if I use my mouth instead my fingers?" I asked, my voice almost broken from shiver and excitement.
"What?" a silent, non-believing question sounded.
"Please," I pleaded, "if you don't mind, please allow me to do it."
"Well... I... I don' mind but... ain't this gross?"
"If it isn't gross for you it won't be gross for me at all," I admitted.
"I can pee in your mouth," he giggled.
"So what?" I smirked playfully, still tenderly rubbing his shaft.
"Okay," he burst in a fit of giggles, "go on!"
His sincere boy-giggle caused to relax the tension in the surrounding atmosphere but I felt yet so close to my beautiful little boy, I didn't want to spare any wonderful thing from him...
My pursed lips wrapped around his little boy-muscle and I started to suck. Tenderly, softly at first, then more intense. I swirled my tongue around the head, exploring the special taste, touching the slit, and then more, down the shaft, down the base. I still couldn't believe it!
There was my 10-year-old idol, the cutest, the most sincere and the most lovable boy from all over the world and I was giving him the ultimate pleasure he could get from the 22-years-old boy-lover, his greatest fan.
The amount of pleasure it was giving me was absolutely non-measurable. And from the occasional glimpses at Aaron's face, he must have felt almost the same. His whole little body was trembling from excitement, soon he started to buck his hips, softly, then thrust into my mouth, breathing heavily, I could feel that not only I was approaching the point of no return and this caused to finally send me over the edge.
The boy suddenly stopped for a brief second, his eyes widened, he must have apparently noticed that something was born inside him, something that exploded vigorously, bursting all over his body and the intensity of incoming pleasure was so tremendous, so terrific, awesome and unstoppable!
"G-g-gonna pee," was all he managed to say and then it came! He shuddered uncontrollably all over, gave a hard, final thrust to my mouth, his pee-pee twitched and jerked once, twice, and... this was too much for me again! My muscle jerked in answer and shot another load the warm pulsating stream of which flooded my briefs again.
At the same time, to my greatest surprise and pleasure, a tiny spurt of salty-sweet liquid squirted into my mouth! My little lovable idol, my boy I love most of all around the world, had his first orgasm! A wet one!
I was so incredibly happy that I was allowed to experience all this. I looked deep into Aaron's eyes whose met mine but he aimed his sight down and blurted, embarassed: "Sorry I peed in your mouth..."
I hugged him tightly and stroked his beautiful strands of hair: "No, you didn't pee. I cannot believe it, but... it was the white stuff Nick had told you about!"
Aaron's puppy-dog eyes widened: "What?!" he whispered in disbelief.
"Yeah, you're now a big boy. I never thought it would be possible but it happened!"
"Can I... can I make babies now?" he asked nervously, his voice shivering with excitement and yet a pinch of disbelief.
"Yes, I think you can. Now you have to be very careful when going out with girls," I answered, smiling and added: "...and no, I really don't mind you "peed" in my mouth. It just happened, that's all... Uhm... So, young man, how do you feel now?"
"It's awesome, truly awesome. Is this when a thingy's happy? I'd never believed it was so beautiful! Thank you for showing me that!" he said honestly and gave me the warm grateful look of his again.
"It was my pleasure," I answered and playfully touched the tip of his buttony nose with my forefinger. As I was looking at him my blind spot in my eyes caught blurred digits of the clock and I spontaneously focused to them to find out what was the time.
"Wow, it's almost 11:00 pm!" I lifted my eyebrows in surprise, "you should call Nick you're all right!"
Aaron's eyes widened: "Jesus, I forgot! He must be scared to death! Where's your phone, please?"
I ushered him to the hall and he tapped the number of Nick's mobile phone. After a short while he spoke: "Hallo, Nick, it's me, Aaron. I'm ok, come to pick me up, please, will you?"
(I could hear the burst of audible relief and joy as Nick exclaimed spontaneously in answer)
"Uh... where am I... well, I'll give you the guy who helped me." said Aaron to the obvious cross-fire of questions and handed me the phone.
Nervously, I took the phone. Even if Aaron called me "the guy who helped" I still felt a bit guilty in front of Nick what I had done with his beautiful baby brother.
"Hallo? This is Aaron Preston, ... no, of course not... he's absolutely ok... he told me he had managed to escape... yes, you can come right now, the address is... (dear reader, I want my address to remain anonymous, ok?) yeah, me too... you wanna talk to him some more? ...yes..."
I handed the phone back to Aaron...
Some minutes passed and a hurled car stopped squeaking in front of my house. The doorbell rang. Little Aaron darted direction main door and when these went open he exclaimed: "Nick!" and jumped on his loving brother, hugging him tightly...
I stood silently away, observing the scene with joy mingled with sorrow. I was glad that the two loving brothers found each other eventually but I was also sad I will never see my little lovable boy again...
I was wrong! I was absolutely, wonderfully wrong when I thought I'll never see Aaron Carter again! They took me with to visit them at the hotel, they wanted to express their thanks for my taking care for Aaron. (I was worried a little because, in fact, when they came to my place, Aaron was running around only in his briefs but the fact that all his clothes were drenched from the rain, was speaking enough to subside any suspicion - which never occured, after all).
We all, especially Aaron were then very unhappy when we learnt the latest new from the hospital. The bodyguard survived his sustained injury but it was so serious that he wouldn't be able to body-guard anymore. I must admit that the whole staff, from general manager up do Nick, they all behaved in an absolutely fair way to Brian the bodyguard for they signed a contract for him to get paid a rent, more that enough to even save some money.
And what about me and Aaron? When they learnt about my former job, where I, rugged masculine type in my early twenties, worked in a night club as a security guard they offered me the job to work as a bodyguard for Aaron and Nick! Oh, I couldn't believe my fortune! As I wanted to remain anonymous, the newspapers and TV just rumored about a mysterious guy they called "Hero of the Day", who granted a shelter for Aaron at first, then who saved Aaron from the claws of the kidnappers and then who victimized yourself instead of Nick to save Aaron after a wild car-chase and vigorous shoot'em-up like in Chicago. Every suggestions of that case were patiently denied by Aaron and Nick with a broad smile, only we knew the truth.
I stayed with my lovable little boy for the whole of his tour and then they offered me to prolongue my contract to the next season.
Me and Aaron had wonderful times together, we kept securely our secret and experienced a lot of new adventures. But that's just another story.
T H E E N D . . . .?
(it's up to you. If you liked this story and want me to continue in writing about adventures of both Aarons, then you can always let me know... :-)