Date: Wed, 06 Mar 2002 07:30:52
From: Dream Spinner <authorsix@hotmail.com>
Subject: "Aaron and Bow Wow:  Give the Dogg a Bone" (t/t, celeb, feet,
     interracial)

Caution/Welcome.  The following is a gay fantasy about thirteen-year-old
Aaron Carter while on his 2001 summer American tour with his sister and
Sweden's A-Teens.  This story does not reflect nor imply the real sexuality
of this hot young singer nor the rapper Lil' Bow Wow.  It is the eighth of
stand alone stories in a series of Aaron Carter and Friends fanfic gay
fantasies and follows the story "Aaron: The Show Must Go On" in which
because of a kidney infection Aaron discovered the joys of being a diaper
boy.  If you do not like reading gay fantasies about teenage boys or
celebrities, this is where you stop and hit the back or delete key.  This
story is posted at free gay adult story sites for the purpose of adult
entertainment.  Permission is not given to copy electronically for the
purpose of redistribution or posting at sites other than described without
the permission of the author.  Comments, story suggestions and photos of
Aaron's and Lil' Bow Wow's feet can be sent to the author J. O. Dickingson
at authorsix@hotmail.com

		  AARON AND BOW WOW: GIVE THE DOGG A BONE

  Aaron's kidney infection cleared up within a week, thanks to the
medication he'd received from the doctor, and thanks to the frequent
flushing of his system, the result of the medication, and the result of
Aaron's delight in experiencing this new fetish, wearing and wetting a
diaper.  The first, that his kidney infection had cleared up, was a good
thing.  He hadn't been in pain or anything like that, and with his diapers
he was able to sleep through the night and not worry about wetting the bed,
something he hadn't been able to do prior to his visit with the doctor, but
even so, the infection had been affecting his performances.  For one, it
was an illness, and he could not help but worry about it.  For another, it
had been difficult concentrating on his lyrics and his choreography when he
had a sodden diaper hanging between his legs.
  As for the second, his new found fetish, he was not sure if it was a good
thing or not.  The first time he'd pissed himself and felt his warm urine
flood over his stomach and his groin it was such a rush he had sworn that
even after the kidney infection had cleared up he'd continue to wear a
diaper and load it with urine, but now that he didn't have to do it, he was
having second thoughts.  It had felt totally wicked and he had actually
enjoyed the smell of urine, which was actually the problem.  What sort of
sick mind did he have that he enjoyed pissing himself and wearing diapers,
and what sort of pervert liked the smell of piss?
  Then there was also his new found pleasure of jerking off in his diaper
on stage.  Casually rubbing himself until he came while he was performing
had been a major rush, but that too was accompanied by bad feelings.  How
many thirteen-year-old guys got their kicks jerking off and creaming all
over their stomachs, in public besides, and in a diaper?  He doubted if
there was another single person in the entire world who would enjoy that.
There was probably not even another guy in the whole world who would think
about doing it.  He really was some weird sicko.
  So, he wore the Depend undergarment the day after his infection had
cleared up, which was one of the few free days on their tour scheduled to
allow him and the others to rest up, and even though he didn't have to, he
wore it the following day before and during his performance in Erie
Pennsylvania.  He had even flashed it above his pants several times at the
audience and had hoped that Amit and Dhani, the two Swedish boys who made
up the male half of the A-teens and who were his opening act, not only
noticed, but could see the yellow stain from his urine and be turned on.
To his disappointment, if they did notice, they didn't give any indication
of it.
  That night as he stripped off his sodden undergarment and powdered
himself with toiletries that his sister and the A-Teens had given him, in
part as a joke, and in part out of sympathy, guilt washed over him once
again for engaging in this perversion, and he decided to put an end to it.
He put on a pair of Joe Boxers that night to sleep in instead of a clean
Depend undergarment, and he didn't wear a diaper during his performance the
next day at the Burgettstown performance.  He felt awkward after performing
in a diaper for twelve days, and any diaper boy could have told from his
moves that he was accustomed to having some type of thick, sodden padding
between his legs.  Even worse was that he'd gotten use to casually and
clandestinely touching himself as part of his routine.  Now it seemed so
obvious.
  The following night as he changed into his performing clothes in the
small room in the back of the Polaris Amphitheatre in Columbus Ohio, he was
tempted to at least put on a diaper if not piss and jerk off in it.
Despite the temptation he resisted it, and as he stepped out onto the stage
amidst the cheers, clapping and high-pitched girlish screams, he resolved
to concentrate totally on his performance.  He did better than the night
before, and from the looks on the faces of the A-Teens and the others back
stage, he knew he had done well.  The cheers and screaming from the
audience certainly confirmed that, and when they took their mid-program
break and turned on the house lights, he stepped to the front of the stage
and waved and flashed them that sexy Carter smile.
  That was when he noticed dead centre in the front row a face that he
recognized, the face of the fourteen-year-old rapper Lil' Bow Wow.  Despite
the fact they were both hot young stars, they had never met, and performing
very different kinds of music, they had rarely even been in the same city
together never mind at the same event and in the same room.  That did not
mean Aaron didn't know about the young rapper.  He was as popular in his
field as Aaron was in his, and had appeared on many talk shows and had been
featured in a variety of fan magazines including Teen People and Interview,
and had even been featured in Esquire.
  As Aaron left the stage, Shad Moss, better known as Lil' Bow Wow, a
nickname he'd received from Snoop Dogg back when he was six and had
performed as the opening act for Snoop on his Chronic Tour, debated if he
should phone up his mother and have her pick him up or if he should stick
it out.  He was not into pop music, and even though Aaron Carter was good,
this was not his thing.  The only reason he was there was because his
mother and his producer Jermaine Dupri thought it would be a good idea for
him to check out Aaron's choreography, particularly since he was performing
right there in his hometown.  He had to admit the young star had some hot
moves, and had a great voice, and that the performance had some pretty cool
special effects.  That was the only reason he decided to stick it out for
the second half of the show, not because he was a Carter fan.
  So when Aaron came back on, Shad concentrated on his moves and on his
expressions and gestures.  It was not long before he noticed that Aaron was
singing to his section of the amphitheatre more than any other, a no-no
that he'd learned early in his young career.  You had to play to all parts
of the audience, right, left and centre, front, middle and back, and
balcony if there was one.  Aaron was definitely favouring dead centre.  Not
only that, he was favouring the front, almost as if he was singing directly
to him, and he had to glance around to see if there was some hot chick
sitting close to him, but as far as he could tell, there was nobody
special.  He had done that himself on occasion, sung to some sexy looking
teenage fan that he'd spotted in the audience, because it turned him on,
and because he knew it turned her on, but never more than one song, or at
the most a song and a half.
  In that he was there to observe Aaron's moves, Shad also began to notice
that for some of the songs, and particularly when Aaron seemed to be
starting at him, he groped himself or made other suggestive moves with his
hands.  Shad's first thought was that the white boy was mimicking Michael
Jackson, and Michael having been one of his early idols, Shad felt the hair
on the back of his neck bristle with the thought of the white prick trying
to copy a black dude, and especially Michael.  However, the more he
watched, the more convinced he was that Aaron was not copying Michael
Jackson, he was making a pass at him.
  Shad smiled.  Now that was totally ridiculous.  For one, the Prince of
Pop was, and always had been, promoted as being all pure and innocent, the
type of sweet thing that would melt in your mouth.  His songs were all
about teen love and school-age crushes.  He was the heartthrob of
teenyboppers and preteens and the wholesome type of boy every father wanted
his daughter to date.  Of course, when he thought about it, he was also.
It had been his producer, Jermaine Dupri, who had observed that girls from
the ages of eleven to sixteen didn't have a young black role model or idol,
all the rappers having purposefully violent and sexist lyrics.  So Shad's
lyrics had been especially written without profanity to garner that group
of fans and groom him as a young, black superstar in the rap field.  That
Aaron was gay and coming on to him would be the equivalent of saying he was
a black coke-snorting faggot.
  Shad smiled at his wild imagination and turned his attention back to the
reason he was there at the Polaris Amphitheatre.  As the show progressed,
he decided that his mother and Jermaine had been right in insisting he
attend the performance.  Aaron was a talented performer besides having a
great voice, and his show did have things he could learn from.  Shortly
before the end of the performance, one of the ushers slipped over to him
between songs and handed him a note.  It was a handwritten and signed
invitation on the back of a receipt from Domino's Pizza to join Aaron
backstage after the show.  Glancing up at the stage, he found Aaron very
definitely staring at him this time.  He nodded, and Aaron flashed him a
wide grin as he broke into his next song, "I'll Do Anything".  Shad's
earlier thoughts immediately returned, and he chided himself for being so
suspicious and vulgar.  Most likely Aaron had recognized him and just
wanted to say hi, more of a professional courtesy between singers than
anything else.
  As everyone began to file out of the auditorium, he approached one of the
security guards at the door to the back of the amphitheatre and handed him
the note.  The guy was evidently expecting him, or this was something Aaron
did regularly, because he was escorted to the back without any question or
comment.  Leading him to one of the small change rooms in the back of the
amphitheatre, the guard knocked on the door and announced whom he'd
escorted.  Aaron called out for him to come in.
  "Hi," Aaron greeted, quickly stepping forward and extending his hand.
"I'm really glad you were able to meet me."
  "Hey, no problem, man.  It's always a pleasure t'meet a fellow performa,"
Shad responded with a smile as he shook hands.
  Aaron felt his legs go weak.  Fuck, what a sexy smile Shad had, the type
that seemed to pulse with sexuality.  "Well, I spotted you in the audience,
and just wanted to say thanks for coming to my performance.  It's a real
honour to have someone with your musical talents come and see me."
  "Well, we singas have t'stick togetha," Shad said, flashing him a second
smile, and Aaron's legs almost gave out on him.  "Actually," he said,
narrowing his eyes as he became more serious, his expression causing
Aaron's heart and loins to ache, "I'm here t'spy on yo performance to see
if I can pick up any good moves."
  "You too?" Aaron asked with a grin.
  "Me too?"
  "My mom and my agents are always watching other music shows and
performances and bringing me videos to watch."
  "Yo mom?"
  "Yeah," Aaron said, beginning to blush.  Turning red for the slightest
reason was once of the curses of being a blond.
  "It was my motha who suggested dat I come watch you," Shad chuckled.
  "Really?" Aaron responded with a smile.
  "Yeah," laughed Shad.  "Guess dat's one t'ing pop and hip-hop have in
common."
  "Either that or one thing our mothers do," observed Aaron, and he and
Shad laughed.
  Aaron was not that bad of a dude when you got to talk to him.  He
certainly wasn't as prissy and self-indulged as he'd thought he'd be.  "So,
how long you been on tour man?"
  "Since June sixteenth."
  "Dat's a freakin' long time."
  "Yeah."
  "Must be gettin' tired."
  "Yeah.  I love performing across the country and getting to see so many
different places, and seeing all the fans and stuff, but I am getting sick
of sleeping in hotel rooms, and especially sharing a room with my mother
and sister."
  "Oh man, you gotta share wit yo mom and sis?"
  "Yeah."
  "Dat really sucks.  But I know whut it's like.  When I'm on t'road I
gotta share a room wit my motha too," Shad admitted, "so I know how you
feelin'."
  "Another thing we have in common."
  "So you stayin' in Columbus tonight, or flying to yo next gig?"
  "We're staying at the Sheraton Suites.  We fly out tomorrow for Florida."
  "Fancy digs."
  "It's part of the deal performing at the Polaris.  We don't usually stay
in such rich places."
  "Well, I was t'inkin', you know," Shad said, shrugging his shoulders, "if
you tired of hotels, and wanna break, you could, you know, spend the night
in a real house."
  "A real house?"
  "Wit me."
  "You mean it?"
  "Fa sho.  We could git to know each other, talk bout music, just hang
togetha, whuteva."
  "Your parents wouldn't mind?"
  "My motha's the one who suggested I come tonight and observe you,
remember?  She'd be delighted," Shad responded.  "What about yo mom?"
  "We've been getting on each other's nerves after all these weeks.  I'm
sure she'd agree," Aaron responded excitedly.  "Let's find out."
  Both boys were right, and Aaron soon found himself at Shad's home in the
suburbs of northwest Columbus along the Olentangy River, after stopping at
Burger King for sodas and chicken sandwiches, Shad's favourite snack food.
After a performance, Aaron was usually hyper, something Shad also
understood, so the two young boys were far from ready for bed.  So, when
Shad asked his mom if they could take his eight-month-old boxer, Soldier,
out for a late night stroll, she agreed and told the boys she was turning
in.  She knew there was little point cooping the boys up in Shad's room
after a big performance like Aaron had put on, and they lived in a quite,
safe neighbourhood.  Besides, she trusted them, the two boys being more
mature than most boys their age what with their responsibilities already.
  So the two boys headed over to the nearby park where they played with
Shad's new pup that he'd gotten for Christmas and Aaron talked about his
pets, his two dogs, Samba and Pepper, and his six cats.  They strolled
along the levee along the Olentangy and paused to throw rocks in the
slow-moving river as they talked about being teen stars and about music,
Aaron being the authority on pop and Shad the authority on rap.  It was
close to eleven o'clock but there was a full moon out and it was a clear,
warm night, just above seventy degrees.
  "Damn, I gotta take a leak," observed Shad.
  "Now you mention it, so do I."
  "Com'on."
  The two boys headed for a nearby bridge and after tying his pup's leash
to the guardrail so he would not be underfoot but still in sight, they
slipped under it.  It was evidently a popular place from the number of
discarded soda cans and potato chip bags and the scrawl of graffiti under
the bridge.  The two boys pulled down their flies and withdrew their dicks,
and a moment later two yellow streams trickled down the bank toward the
Olentangy.  Aaron resisted the temptation for as long as he could, but he
had to take a peek at what Shad was holding.  As he admired the long, dark
brown tube of flesh, he was glad he'd given in and taken a chance.  It was
an impressive sight.
  "So whut you t'ink?"
  Aaron quickly looked up at Shad, who was giving him one of those
penetrating just-what- the-hell-you-doing looks.
  "What?"
  "I seen you checkin me out man."
  "Ah, well ."
  "You ain't neva seen a nigga dick befoe?"
  "Actually, no, I haven't," Aaron replied, feeling most uncomfortable.  He
wanted to say he didn't think of Afro-Americans as niggers, but he didn't
know how to say it.
  "Well, be my guest," Shad said, moving his hand away but continuing to
piss.
  Aaron's first impulse was to continue staring straight ahead.  His second
thought was that he'd already been caught, and Shad had invited him, and he
wouldn't have another opportunity like this, so why not?  "You're, well,
well-hung."
  "I s'pose.  I ain't no authority on dicks."
  "How about cunts?"
  "Ain't no authority on dat either," Shad said with a smile.  "Not yet
anyhow."
  "Nor me," Aaron replied with a grin.
  "So dere any otha part of my bod you wanna check out while you got
t'chance?" Shad asked as he shook off his dick, in part in jest to make the
best of an awkward situation, and in part sarcastically mainly because it
had been a white boy checking him out.
  "Actually there is."
  "My balls?" he asked, unbuttoning the top of his baggy jeans.  He was
disappointed Aaron had taken him up on his offer.  He'd thought the young
celebrity to be classier than that.
  "No.  Your feet."
  "My feet?" Shad asked in surprise.
  "I'll show you mine if you show me yours," Aaron said with a twinkle in
his eyes.
  "You serious?"
  "Yeah," Aaron said, unbuttoning the top of his cargo pants and pushing
them down.
  "I've met some eccentric people," Shad said, lowering his pants simply
because Aaron had dropped his.  "But in yo case, you just plain crazy."
  "Trust me, feet can be very interesting," Aaron replied as he knelt down
and untied his Jordan Airwalks.  "And a lot of fun."
  A couple years ago someone had once claimed that he was the most
photographed barefoot boy, and ever since his experience with Vinicius de
Oliveria during a March blizzard two years ago, he'd found a special
interest in feet, especially guys' feet.  Removing his runners and his
socks, he stepped out of his trousers.  Sitting on the ground with his
knees drawn up to his chest, he had Shad sit the same way in front of him.
Then having Shad raise his right leg, Aaron took the boy's right foot in
his hands and at the same time raised his right leg and offered his foot to
the young rapper.  Shad looked at it in bewilderment and then took it in
his hands.  This white boy was definitely strange.
  Beginning at his ankle, Aaron started to give Shad a foot massage,
something he'd initially learned from Vinicius, and had refined with
techniques picked up by a podiatrist a year later when after a particularly
rigorous tour he'd begun having sore feet.  With much relief, it had turned
out to simply be muscle fatigue along with the fact he was entering puberty
and having some unequal growth patterns.  Gently running his fingertips
over the protruding bone on either side of his ankle in gradually widening
circles and then reversing the direction and tightening the circles, Aaron
repeated the massage half a dozen times before moving on and similarly
massaging the muscle just below, beside, and above the anklebone.
  Figuring he should be doing something in return, Shad copied him,
massaging first his ankle bone and then around it as Aaron had done to him
even though it felt weird doing it.  As Aaron continued on down the back of
his foot, massaging the tendons and thin layer of muscle with tiny circular
motions, Shad did likewise.  His slender, deep brown fingers contrasted
sharply with the pale pink skin of Aaron's foot.  As Aaron formed a U with
his fingers and slipped them over his large toe and began to tug on it, the
young rapper was surprised to feel a stirring in his white Jockey briefs.
Doing likewise to Aaron's large toe, the thought of tugging on his dick
back when he was four or five for some reason crossed his mind and his dick
swelled a bit more.  That was ridiculous and he tried to put the erotic
thought out of his mind, but as he watched Aaron's slender pink fingers
move on and begin tugging on the toe beside his large one, the thought of
Aaron tugging on the appendage swelling between his legs instead came to
Shad's mind, and the very same appendage expanded still further.  Of course
Shad jerked off, and had imagined one girl or another doing the pleasure
for him, but never in his life, as young as it was, had he ever thought
about another boy doing it to him.  That he'd just done so was as
bewildering as the fact that massaging each other's foot was turning him
on.
  Aaron was feeling much the same arousal as he slowly worked along Shad's
foot from his large toe to the smallest, except in his case it was not a
new experience, and instead of resisting the thoughts and feelings that
accompanied the foot massage he was giving Shad, he fully welcomed and
relished them.  Taking Shad's other foot into his lap and placing it beside
the first, and sitting with his legs spread and bent at the knees like a
frog so his own feet were in Shad's lap, Aaron began to massage the tender,
sensitive underside of both feet.  He wondered why Shad's sole was a
lighter brown than the rest of his foot, just as his palms were a paler
brown than the back of his hand, and he wondered if his soles were as
sensitive as his own.  As he massaged the fleshy pads below his toes with
the tips of his fingers, and then along the underside to his heel, he felt
Shad's feet growing warmer, as was his as Shad did the same to him.
  Shuffling back, Aaron placed the sole of his right foot against Shad's
left, and his left foot against Shad's right.  Shad's feet felt even warmer
now against the tender undersides of his feet.  The young rapper's feet
were slightly longer than his own but about the same width, and the brown
skin contrasted with his pale pink flesh, his own feet being paler than the
rest of his body.  He rubbed the big toe of each foot against Shad's, and
then rubbed them against the fleshy balls of Shad's feet in a circular
motion, along his instep, and then over his heel.
  Squirming forward a bit, he ran his big toes over Shad's ankle bones, and
of course having squirmed down, he was in position for Shad to do the same
to him.
  Shad did, but he could not believe what the two of them were doing.
Never once in his life had he ever thought about caressing someone else
with his feet, and certainly not another boy, but there they were, laying
on their backs under a bridge along the banks of the Olentangy running
their feet over each other.  Aaron squirmed forward again and began to
massage his calves.  As he ran his toes along the curvature of Aaron's
calves, he noticed how firm and muscular Aaron's calves were.  That did not
come as a surprise considering the way Aaron danced on the stage when he
sang.  He'd noticed his own legs becoming stronger and firmer the more that
he performed, and he remembered how they'd ached after his first practice.
He also noticed how warm and soft Aaron's toes felt as they caressed his
calves, and how having Aaron massaging his legs with his feet made him feel
horny.  That was an even bigger surprise.
  It was no surprise to Aaron, having experienced such foot play before,
and as he moved on up to Shad's thighs and Shad moved on up to his, Aaron's
dick gradually began swelling.  As he felt Shad's small toes and the silky
smooth sole of his foot sliding along his thigh, Aaron squirmed with the
pleasure, and Shad similarly squirmed as Aaron ran his foot along Shad's
thigh, his pale pink foot contrasting even more sharply with the
Afro-American's deep chocolate brown legs.  Ripples of arousal passed
through Aaron's thigh as Shad slowly caressed it with his toe, and Aaron
ran his toe up to Shad's briefs and then back down, causing the boy to
quiver as ripples of stimulation passed through his sensitive inner thighs.
By this time Aaron was fully erect, and he wondered if Shad was becoming
aroused too.  There was one sure way of finding out.  Disentangling his
legs, Aaron sat up and began to unbutton his shirt without saying a word.
As he slipped it off his shoulders, he glanced over at Shad and was
delighted to see the boy was doing the same.  The sight of his smooth, dark
brown chest and dark, pert little nipples caused Aaron's cock to twitch.
  Slipping his hands under the band of his red plaid boxers, he raised his
hips and eased them down.  He knew that in doing so he'd be revealing the
fact that he had a boner, but he didn't care.  He only hoped that Shad
would follow suit, and as he noticed the young rapper slip his fingers
under the elastic band of his briefs Aaron was overjoyed.  As tempting as
it was to glance over to see if Shad was erect too, Aaron decided against
it.  He had already been caught stealing a look at the boy's dick once, and
even though that had turned out to be the catalyst for what they'd just
done, he wasn't going to take a chance of his curiosity ruining things.
Besides, if things turned out as he was hoping they would, he'd find out
soon enough if the Afro-American rapper had a hard on.
  Telling Shad to lie down on his side, Aaron lay on his in the opposite
direction and with his back to Shad.  Squirming down until his feet were
across from Shad's stomach and Shad's feet were at the small of his back,
Aaron shuffled closer to Shad and began to rub his smooth, flat stomach
with his right toe, laying on his side making it difficult to use his left
leg.  Beginning at his crotch hairs, Aaron worked his way up slowly,
pausing at Shad's belly button and wiggling his toe in it for a second and
causing the boy to squirm before continuing on up his torso.  His chest was
firm, muscular and smooth and Aaron ran his large toe over the dark flesh
at first with a feather-light touch, and then pressing down harder, he
massaged Shad's fleshy boy breasts more firmly.  As his toe ran over Shad's
right and then left nipple, Aaron felt the boy draw back and shudder
reflexively.  He ran his toe in concentric circles around the outer edge of
Shad's two breasts, gradually making the circles tighter until once again
he ran his toes over the boy's nipples.  By the fourth time they were hard,
and when he touched them Shad squirmed with the stimulation.  Satisfied,
Aaron finally twisted around to face Shad.
  "You want to try doing me?"
  "Sho," Shad responded, his voice husky and betraying his feelings.
  As Shad rolled over so his back was to Aaron, Aaron looked down at his
smooth chocolate butt, and the sight of those dark, smooth, round buns
caused Aaron's cock to throb and he ached to reach out and caress them.  He
did not of course, and instead lay back down and snuggled closer to Shad.
As Shad began to caress the lower half of his stomach with the big toe of
his right foot, Aaron was delighted that the boy had found their foot play
pleasant enough to want to do it to him.  He enjoyed being aroused this
way, and arousing someone else.  To do both together was the best of both
worlds.  Foot play was stimulating, but it was also innocent enough and
playful enough that a guy didn't really think of it as sex, which made it a
safe way to initiate something.  Of course it was sex, as was very evident
from the erections the two boys were sporting.
  Aaron sighed with pleasure as Shad's smooth, hot foot massaged his
stomach.  His toes and his sole pressed firmly against Aaron's flat belly
as he rotated his ankle and caressed Aaron's belly.  The fourteen-year-old
did extremely well for someone who had never caressed anyone with his feet
before, and he slowly worked his way across Aaron's smooth stomach and then
on up along his ribs and finally his thin chest.  His toes massaged Aaron's
boy breasts as he'd had his own chest massaged, and Shad's big toe rubbed
his tender nipples, which quickly became firm as had Shad's.  Like Shad,
whenever the boy's toe ran over his tender little buds, Aaron quivered with
arousal and automatically jerked back.  Like Shad, he also quickly pressed
forward for more.
  Shad could not believe how horny he was feeling as he finally rolled over
and faced Aaron.  If someone had told him that morning that he'd be
massaging a white boy's body with his toes and sporting a wood that night
he'd have told the person he had to be on crack.  If the person had told
him what he and Aaron were about to do next, he'd have told the person the
only way that would ever happen was if he was on crack!  To Shad's total
disbelief, without saying a word, Aaron shuffled a bit father down, and
bending forward, slipped his lips over his large toe on his left foot.  He
actually slipped his lips right over it and began to suck on it, like he
was sucking a lollipop, or a dick.  Shad could not believe it.  He could
feel Aaron's tongue licking the tip of his fat toe while it was still in
Aaron's mouth.  Moments later Aaron slipped his lips off his toe and
sticking out his tongue, ran it over the back of all five toes.  Shad lay
there totally amazed, his cock jerking madly with arousal as he watched the
horny white thirteen-year-old boy licking his niger feet.
  He could not believe it.  Nor could he believe what he did next.  He bent
his head and stuck out his tongue and ran it over the back of Aaron's
small, pink foot.  It had a faint sneaker smell, not strong nor unpleasant,
and a slight salt taste, no different from licking his own finger.  There
was otherwise a world of difference.  He was licking another boy's feet, a
boy who was totally turned on as evidenced by his stiff, wagging dick
poking up into the air.  Never had he ever even thought about having sex
with another boy, and he would never have figured he'd be turned on by it,
but now as he felt the boy's mouth envelop his toes and suck on each one of
them, he felt compelled to do the same.  He slipped his mouth over Aaron's
large toe and clamping his lips tight about it, he sucked on it as Aaron
had sucked on his.  Aaron's feet were wide, and his toes stubby and spaced,
each one markedly shorter than the neighbour so that they formed a sharp
slant from largest to smallest.
  Aaron quivered and his dick leaked pre-cum as he felt Shad sucking on his
toe. Pausing and looking down, the sight of the hot Afro-American rapper
laying there on his side and sucking on his big toe, his thick brown lips
wrapped about it and his smooth, chocolate-brown cheeks sunken in as he
sucked, sent a thrill up Aaron's aching cock and he oozed out another
droplet of pre-cum.  He ran his tongue over the dark brown foot and across
the back of his toes.  Shad's foot also had a slight sneaker smell, and his
sweat a raw, earthy scent that he had never smelt before.  Shad's toes were
more compact than his own, and were much more equal in length, forming more
of a curve than a slope.  As he wormed his tongue between them, the scent
and taste of the young rapper caused his saliva to fill his mouth and he
swallowed the foot-flavoured spittle with delight.
  Shad was leaving a trail of his own spittle over Aaron's foot as he
licked the stubby pink digits and sucked on them one by one, and then ran
his tongue up and down the sensitive soles of Aaron's feet.  His stiff dick
was throbbing with desire, and the more it throbbed the more eagerly he
attacked Aaron's foot, coating it with his drool.  The desire in his loins
had long ago replaced any self-consciousness or doubt he had about what
they were doing, and that he was doing it with a boy.  What mattered was
how he was feeling, and at the moment he was feeling fucking awesome.
  Aaron traced the nail of Shad's large toe with his tongue, and then the
nails of the other four toes of one foot, and then the five nails of the
other foot.  He eagerly and hungrily sucked on his dark brown toes and when
he finally glanced up, he saw a clear droplet of pre-cum clinging to the
opening of Shad's long, beautiful, deep brown dick, the boy's foreskin
having drawn back to reveal his bulb-shaped dark knob.
  Unable to take it any longer, Aaron rolled over on his back and told Shad
to do likewise.  He then entwined his legs with Shad's, the two boys
bending their legs and spreading them so that Shad's calves were above
Aaron's thighs and Aaron's legs poked up from under Shad's so his calves
and feet were between Shad's thighs.  Inching in closer, Aaron slipped his
feet about Shad's erection while he guided Shad's feet so his toes were on
either side of Aaron's stiff cock.  Slowly and without a word, the two boys
began to jerk each other off with their feet.  Aaron's shorter, stubbier
toes clasped the thick brown sausage jutting up between Shad's legs and
drew the boy's thick foreskin up and down the shaft, exposing and then
covering the boy's dark- skinned knob.  Shad's longer, more compact toes
similarly worked Aaron's foreskin up and down his smaller but just as firm
cock.
  The two boys inhaled and exhaled deeply as they concentrated on the hot,
throbbing of their cocks and the tingling of their knobs and rhythmic
pumping of their feet.  As each boy slowly worked his feet up and down he
could feel the heat and the throbbing of the bone his feet were clasping.
As each boy worked his feet, he squirmed as the other's toes, wet with his
own spittle, slid up and down over his stiff, throbbing shaft and aching
knob.  More pre-cum oozed out of their dicks and oozed down the funnel on
the underside of their glans.  As Aaron drew Shad's foreskin up and
suddenly felt the wetness and stickiness against his toes, he knew it had
to be Shad's pre-cum, which caused more of his own to ooze out.  It was not
the first time Aaron had messed with another boy's cock, and he delighted
with the sensation of not just bringing another boy off, but doing it with
a new partner, and doing it with a black boy besides.  For some reason,
that he was of a different colour made it seem so much different.
  For Shad on the other hand, this was his first experience, and he was
struggling with his conflicting emotions.  He was hot as hell, and his cock
was throbbing with a desire even stronger than when he lay in bed and
thought about some hot black chick that he knew or that he'd seen in the
audience and what he'd like to do with her.  Being so fucking hot felt
great, but it was with another boy, which he'd been brought up by his
mother to believe was wrong, and which all of his friends treated as being
something disgusting.  Most of his friends lately were rappers, and rappers
prided themselves on their sexist, macho image.  They treated women, white
cops, and faggots equally.
  Of course what they were doing wasn't exactly having sex.  Faggots sucked
sock, or got fucked up the ass.  They were simply jerking each other off.
All guys jerked off at some time or another, unless they were total nerds,
so doing it to each other didn't really make them faggots.  Besides, they
were doing it with their feet.  That had to count for something.  He
concentrated on the hot pounding of his stiff cock and the ripples of
arousal penetrating his irritated knob.  It felt awesome, even better than
jerking himself off, and from the way Aaron was inhaling and exhaling he
had to figure Aaron was feeling much the same way.  That he was causing him
to feel the same pleasure as himself was a powerful realization, and that
in itself justified what they were doing.
  That he was enjoying having his cock jerked by Aaron's feet, and was
enjoying jerking Aaron he could not deny.  Nor did he feel that was wrong.
People should please each other.  If everyone felt that way there would be
a lot fewer problems in the world.  As his cock throbbed and tingled more
and more fiercely, he worked his toes faster and faster, wanting to please
Aaron even more, and he noticed Aaron was doing the same.  Finally he felt
the familiar twinge down in his crotch that announced that he was about to
climax, and he wondered if he should tell Aaron, and if he should tell
Aaron to stop.  If he stopped, he wondered if he should finish it off
himself with his hand.  It would be a shame to have reached this point and
not gone all the way.  Of course on the other hand perhaps Aaron never went
all the way.  Maybe he'd never ever spilt his seed.  Maybe he really was as
pure as his promotions made him out to be.
  Shad had no time to decide.  His heart leaped in panic and quickly sank
as he felt his cum suddenly shoot up his cock and gush out the tip before
he could stop it or warn Aaron.  At the same time he felt Aaron's cock
throb particularly forcefully and he knew he'd also brought Aaron off.
Shad's cum shot out of the tip of his cock and up into the air, falling
back down in streamers down his thighs, in blobs in his curly black hairs,
and in thick rivulets over Aaron's toes.  At the same time Aaron was
shooting off, and his cum similarly spattered his body and fell across
Shad's dark chocolate toes, lacing them with his thick creamy-white and
translucent semen.  The two boys quivered and gasped and heaved their hips
as they emptied their young balls, their toes now motionless and gripping
the two spouting fountains, one pink with a flushed red knob and the other
a chocolate brown with a darker brown bulb.  The two boys lay there under
the litter-strewn and graffiti dabbled bridge along the bank of the
Olentangy, their chests heaving as they gasped in the humid night air now
scented with their fresh cum and delighted in their mutual orgasm.
  Aaron finally slipped his legs out from between Shad's, and Shad finally
released his toehold of Aaron's still stiff cock.  Aaron glanced down at
their cum streaked toes, Shad's creamy white load streaking his soft pink
toes and oozing between them, and his own cum contrasting sharply with
Shad's dark digits like a cream sauce on chocolate pudding.  He could not
resist.  Laying down on his side, he twisted around and sticking out his
tongue, lapped up a thick streamer of his cum from Shad's toes.  He
savoured the taste and quivered with the erotic thought of licking his own
juice off Shad's dark brown feet.  He stuck out his tongue and licked up
another thick streamer of his cum.  A second later he felt Shad's hot,
moist tongue run over the back of his foot, lapping up his cream also.
Aaron inhaled deeply and wormed his tongue between Shad's toes where his
cum had oozed.
  Shad had initially fought the idea, but laying there watching Aaron
eagerly licking up his own cum off his feet was so fucking hot, and the
thought of doing the same so fucking erotic, he could not resist the
temptation to at least give it a try.  He sure the fuck was not going to
have another chance to do something like this.  So he'd tentatively stuck
out his tongue and lapped up the slightest bit of his slimy, creamy load
off Aaron's feet.  To his surprise the slightly salty, almost bland taste
was appealing in a way, and the slimy constituency erotic.  Even more
erotic was the act of licking his own juice off a white boy's feet.  So, he
stuck out his tongue once more and licked up a thick, longer streamer of
his cum, and he closed his eyes as he savoured the slimy constituency and
rolled the wad about inside his mouth.
  And so the two boys lay there licking their wads off each other's feet,
delighting in the taste and texture of their cum as much as the eroticism
of licking their load off their partner's feet and having their partner
lick his load off theirs.  Aaron fastened his lips over the glob of cum on
Shad's thigh and sucked it up, and Shad similarly sucked up the globule of
his cum that had splattered Aaron's shaved pubes.  Of course sucking and
licking their cum off each other caused more cum to ooze out of their still
stiff dicks.
  "Oh man, dat was so fuckin' hot," sighed Shad.
  "Yeah, it was," agreed Aaron.  "Looks like you're still leaking your
stuff."
  "Looks like you are too."
  "Bow wow want a bone?" Aaron asked impishly, his brown eyes sparkling as
he held his stiff dick out at the base.
  "You want a taste of this nigga's cock?"
  "Oh yeah," Aaron responded without the slightest hesitation.
  He swooped down and fasted his lips about the dark brown, blood-engorged
bulb of Shad's brown cock and began to suck.  Shad watched for less than a
minute before making up his mind.  His thick chocolate-brown lips
glistening wetly in the moonlight from his own cum, he leaned forward and
wrapped them about Aaron's stiff, pink cock.  As Aaron's cum oozed out of
the tip of his dick and over Shad's tongue, the young rapper noticed that
the flavour of the white boy's juice was pretty much the same as his own.
As he felt Aaron sucking on his dick, he sucked on Aaron's, sucking the
creamy marrow out of his bone like a good little puppy just as Aaron was
sucking out his.  As Aaron eased his lips down Shad's still stiff cock, and
clamping them tight, began to ease them up and down his shaft as he sucked,
drawing out the rest of his cream, Shad did the same to Aaron.
  All right, what they were doing now was faggot sex, but so what?  It felt
awesome having Aaron's hot, moist mouth sucking out the rest of the marrow
from his bone, and it was freakin' hot sucking on Aaron's white dick.  In
fact, as he worked his lips up and down the boy's slender shaft, he decided
he wouldn't mind doing it right from the beginning, at least once to see
what it would be like.  And so the two boys, who had only met that evening,
lay there naked under the Ohio bridge and sucked each other dry eagerly and
passionately.  They finally sat back up, and slowly got dressed.
  "So, you really haf'ta fly out in t'mornin'?"
  "Yeah.  I'm afraid so."
  "Dat's too bad."
  "Yeah."
  "You got Email?"
  "Sure."
  "Maybe we could send each other messages sum time."
  "I'd like that."
  "Maybe sum time we'll cross paths again, or we can arrange to visit wit
each otha."
  "I'd like that even better," Aaron responded with a smile.
  "Me too," Shad agreed with a grin.
  "We could say it was for professional reasons, to discuss our music or
something."
  "Dat's a great idea."
  The two new friends wrapped their arms about each other's shoulders as
they headed back to Shad's home, Shad's puppy trotting along ahead of them
and the full Ohio moon illuminating their way.  Both knew they'd be meeting
again as they thought back dreamily of what they'd just done, and of the
things they'd like to try in the future.