Date: Mon, 12 Mar 2001 07:09:21 -0000
From: Goldenboy twelve <goldenboy_twelve@hotmail.com>
Subject: Aarons Party  - Part 1

Of course you all know that this story is a complete work of fiction.  That
I have no knowlege of Aaron Carter, Jessie McCartney, or any one else's true
sexuality (well, unless you count my own).  Also, this story is not meant to
imply anything about the true sexuality of the celebrities mentioned or any
personal knowledge about their private lives.  If the story makes you think
otherwise, I'll take it as a compliment to my writing, but don't assume
anything further.  Thanks.
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Aaron's Party (Cum Get It)

"And...one, and two, and three, and four, and....  No, no, no, Aaron.
That's not the way we rehearsed it at all," the dance instructor sighed.
"Let's try it again, from the top."

Aaron's returned to his first position and started again.

"The Maury Povich Show!" he thought as he practiced the dance routine,
"Ugh!  Is this what my career has sunk to!  Even worse, it's not even just
an hour on me.  I gotta share it with that other loser-boyband.  What's
their name again.... DreamStreet.  They can't even get it together to get
their CD out to the stores yet!"

He missed his step again.  The instructor warned him that if he messed up
one more time, they would give up and Aaron would just have to perform the
lame-ass Iko-Iko dance during tomorrow's show.

"My heart's not in this.  My head just ain't in the game....neither one of
them upstairs or down," Aaron thought as he reached down to once again
adjust himself in his silk boxers.  The loose fitting pants that Aaron
always wore, combined with the smooth, tickley feeling on his pecker did
not help him keep his mind on his work.  Even though he found them
distracting, when something felt that good, he couldn't help but wear them.

A frustrated Aaron asked his dance instructor if he could take a half hour
break.  There were a few things he `needed to take care of'.  With that, he
pounded across the lonely rehearsal stage of the Maury Povich show toward
the bathroom.

"If I have to hear one more countdown by that bitch instructor, I'm gonna
kill someone," he muttered to himself as he passed the closest bathroom and
headed toward a more isolated one in the back of the studio.

Aaron hated being told what to do.  If it wasn't the dance instructor it
was the record label, or the TV show producer, or his mother.  Hell, now
even his cock was demanding his attention.  Aaron decided it was about time
he stopped taking orders and started giving them.

He kicked open the door to the men's room, went over to the urinal on the
far left, took out his dick and started beating off.

"Damn silk boxers!" he said, half joking.  He hoped that by taking matters
into his own hands, it would end his feelings of frustration and let him go
back to being "order-taking-boy" again.

Aaron was so in the moment that he almost didn't hear the door to the
bathroom open.  This bothered him more, since he chose this bathroom
specifically because it seemed to get the least amount of "traffic."
Shaken from his revere, he quickly stood up straight and held his cock,
pretending to piss even though it was way to hard to actually do it.

He glanced over to see who is urinal-neighbor was.  It was one of those
guys from DreamStreet.  Aaron decided that they must be here today to
rehearse as well, and from the looks of things it was DreamStreet's dress
rehearsal.  He chuckled to himself as he read the boy's name from the back
of his football jersey, "Jessie McCartney".

"They're so desperate to have someone know they're alive that they print
their names and the names of their band on their clothing!" Aaron thought.

Jessie looked away from his urinal to see Aaron staring at him.  Righting
himself, Aaron smiled his famous smile and gave Jessie the `what's-up' nod,
then quickly turned away, hoping his dick would go down soon enough to let
him piss.

A few seconds later, out of the corner of his eye, Aaron noticed that
Jessie was still looking at him.

"This little shit's checking me out," thought Aaron as he tried to will his
hard-on to go away.  Then the idea hit him.  It was simply math really:
hard dick + sissy boy Jessie + a little sweet talk = big jizz-fest for the
Golden Boy.

"Man, this is taking forever," Aaron said a little too loudly.

"Ummm, what's that," Jessie asked, not quite comfortable with the men's
room conversation.

"This damn dick of mine has a mind of it's own.  I gotta take a piss, but
it's decided that it should go all hard.  And, it's not gonna let me piss
until it gets something _else_ out of the way first," Aaron said with a
slight laugh.

A joke, just a joke.  Aaron decided to toss his plan out as a joke.  If
Jessie turned and ran, he would just say it was all for laughs.  If he
didn't leave, then Aaron knew that the boy was his.

Aaron's heart almost sunk when he saw Jessie turn and zip up.

Only Jessie didn't leave.  Once zipped, he didn't move.

"Gotcha," Aaron thought as he pushed his hard dick into his baggy pants and
zipped up too.

"Well, that was a total loss," said Aaron as he inched his way over to
Jessie.  "That sort of thing ever happen to you?  Ever been so horny that
you couldn't piss to save your life?"

As he said this, Aaron's hand reached out to Jessie's crotch.  Jessie
jumped, startled at the playful but strangely intimate touch.

"Whoa, calm down there, Tiger," Aaron said as he steadied Jessie.  "It's
just us guys here.  Too bad too, cause what I need right now is a blow-job.
You ever have a blow-job?"  Aaron asked the stunned youth.

Jessie was speechless.

"I said, `Have you ever have a blow-job,' dude," Aaron repeated.

Jessie simply shook his head.

"You'd want one though, right?" Aaron asked.

For a moment, Jessie thought that he would faint right there.  His heart
was racing so fast that it felt like it would fly out of his chest.  Each
heartbeat traveled down his body and to the tip of his ever growing penis.

"I.... uh....  I don't think so."  Jessie croaked, then after a moment
added, "I'm not....  ummm... gay, you know."

"Sure you aren't," Aaron thought.  "Sure...."

Aaron turned on his best charm.

"Hey.... Jessie, isn't it?  Jessie, I wasn't talking about a blow-job with
me. I meant one from a girl.  No one said that you're gay.  We're guys, you
know.  Guys have needs.  Still, sometimes if a guy doesn't take care of
those needs he could have, like, medical problems and stuff.  If a guy gets
really backed up and hard he could bust a capillary or worse.  You don't
want your dick to explode or something do you?  Nah, no one would want
that.  A guy's gotta take care of his needs, and let's face it," he said as
he leaned in and spoke in a conspiratorial tone, "there's no girls around
to help us out."  Aaron arched his eyebrow.

Jessie glanced around the bathroom.  As he did, he wondered if he was
looking for the girls Aaron said weren't there, the door so that he could
leave, or for someone to interrupt him before he did something he might
regret.

"I'm not taking a chance and having my dick break, dude.  I'm gonna do
something about it.  If you want to gamble on losing `Mr. Happy'... hey,
it's your funeral."

Aaron walked into the stall closest to Jessie and left the door wide open.
He pretended not to notice if Jessie was still there as he pulled his shirt
off and dropped his pants to his ankles.  Aaron rubbed one hand across his
chest, and cupped his package with the other.

Jessie thought that Aaron's chest was porcelain white and looked smooth as
his boxers.  Silk boxers.  Jessie had never really seen them in person
before, and never a pair on a guy his age.  He always thought they were for
older, stud-type guys, the kind with lots of girlfriends.  He decided that
Aaron must be more experienced that he was.  Through the silk fabric,
Jessie could see Aaron's cock start to grow until it almost poked through
the fly.  Aaron's cock strained against the single button.

Jessie realized that his mouth was hanging wide open, and Aaron reached out
of the stall to close it with his hand.  A devilish smile crossed Aaron's
lips.

"Like I said, I'm not gonna let my dick end up broken.  When it gets hard,
I mean that really-super hard, you gotta take care of it.  Maybe you've
never had it that hard before, dude.  Or, maybe you're not old enough yet,
but don't say I didn't warn you."

Jessie felt strangely challenged.  He was being belittled and treated like
a little kid.  To save face he said, "It.... ummm... feels that hard right
now," Jessie stammered, "not that I'm gay or anything."

"Hey, it's cool, dude.  Like I said, the thing has got a mind of its own.
No one can tell it when not to be hard, you just gotta show it who's boss.
You just have to be careful not to leave it like that too long.  Ever hear
of `blue-balls?'  You leave it hard like that too long, without helping it
out, and your nuts might even fall off."

"You're not serious are you?" Jessie asked.

"Would I lie to you?" Aaron responded.  Why don't you go lock the bathroom
door and I'll check it out for you.  I'll tell you if you're so hard you're
entering into `danger territory'."

Jessie waddled over to the bathroom door and turned the lock.  Aaron could
see the boy's dick straining against his pants as he crossed the floor.
Once the door was secured Jessie returned to stand directly in front of the
boxer-clad Aaron Carter.

Aaron told the boy that he'd have to remove the jersey so that he could get
a good look, then he pulled Jessie's tee shirt from where it was tucked
into the boy's briefs and reached under the shirt to feel his stomach.  He
touched the boy with the tips of his fingers, and traced them in circular
motions, pretending to be conducting some sort of medical examination.
Then, Aaron knelt in front of Jessie, unbuckled his belt and lowered his
pants.  Aaron peered at Jessie's equipment through the thin, white material
of his briefs.

"What do we have here?" Aaron giggled.

Jessie involuntarily shivered a bit as he was exposed to the other boy.

Slowly, Aaron lowered Jessie's briefs.

Jessie couldn't believe the feelings he was experiencing.  He could feel
the sensuous heat emanating from Aaron's body against his bare legs.  His
dick bobbed with each heartbeat.  For long moments he wasn't sure where he
was or how he got there.  His entire world blurred and revolved only around
the four-and-one-half inches of flesh sticking away from his body.

Aaron sat within licking distance of Jessie's boy-hood.  He knew that the
proximity was driving Jessie wild, but he wouldn't touch it.  He wouldn't
give Jessie the satisfaction.  Just a few more minutes of torture and he
knew he would have Jessie eating out of his hand... and probably his lap.
Aaron pursed his lips together and blew a soft, cold breath onto the dick
of the other boy.  The combination of hot and cold produced goosebumps on
Jessie's penis and sent chills up and down his spine.

Aaron sat back on his heels and smiled.  He knew he had Jessie right where
he wanted him.

"Looks like you're right.  Your cock is so hard it could be at that danger
stage," Aaron said, "If I were you, I'd do something to fix that and
quick."

Aaron stood up and started to pull up his pants, pretending to prepare to
leave.  Jessie felt like a runaway train suddenly slamming into a wall.  He
knew that he had to do something.  His body screamed out for action, as his
mind thought of the possibility of an actual medical emergency if he
didn't.

"W-w-w-will you do it?" Jessie stuttered.

"Do what," Aaron asked, knowing full well the answer."

"Will you...you know."

"Say it, Jessie.  I want to hear you say the words."

"Will you.... give me a blow-job," Jessie said.  The words caught in his
throat.  He couldn't believe they were coming out of his mouth.  He was
going wild, almost crying with embarrassment, lust and need now.  His heart
sunk as Aaron answered.

"Only if you give me one first.  After all, I was hard l-o-n-g before you
were."

Aaron stared the boy down, never breaking eye contact.  He could see a
slight nod of acceptance from Jessie.  He then put his hands on Jessie's
shoulders and gently directed the boy to his knees.  The tables had turned,
and now Jessie sat there staring at Aaron's bouncing boxers.

Jessie reached up to pull away the fabric, but Aaron stopped him.

"No," he said, "Not with your hands."

Aaron gently held the other boy's wrists, preventing him from using them.
Jessie was dumbfounded for a moment, then an idea dawned on him.  He leaned
forward and grabbed the waistband with his teeth.  He pulled outward and
halfway down Aaron's crotch, his lips brushing against the faint traces of
Aaron's newly grown pubic hair.  Jessie had to wiggle his head side to side
to pull the seemingly ever-shrinking boxers down fully.  As he did, Aaron's
dick bounded out and smacked him in the face.

As he knelt there, staring at Aaron, he could feel the continued stirring
in his own dick, knowing that it was even harder now than when Aaron had
`inspected' it.  He wanted to reach down and touch his cock, but Aaron
still held his wrists tight.

"Suck my dick," Aaron ordered.

The moment his tongue touched Aaron's cock, he was shaken by convulsions.
The boy had never had any experiences beyond a solo jack-off.  Still, the
intense urge helped him find the strength to go on.  His tongue tentatively
explored the foreign terrain.  It was strange, sort of warm and hard yet
rubbery and leathery.  He licked the cock up and down until it was
glistening in the harsh florescent lights of the bathroom.  Then, with some
not-so-gentle pushing on his head, Jessie moved further down to lick at
Aaron's balls.

Aaron had released Jessie's wrists long ago, but Jessie was scarcely aware
of it.  He concentrated at the task at hand.  His hands mindlessly rubbed
up and down Aaron's slim legs.  Aaron pulled Jessie back up from his balls
by his ears and positioned his mouth over his cock.  Jessie was careful not
to use his teeth, and Aaron had to admit to himself that Jessie seemed to
be an expert cock-gobbler, for an amateur.  The bathroom echoed with the
sounds of Aaron's heavy breathing and the subtle sucking sounds emitted by
Jessie.

"Grab my butt, and tickle my nuts, Aaron ordered, as he closed his eyes and
let his head roll back.  "That's it suck me hard!"

Jessie exerted an almost vacuum like sucking force on Aaron's dick.  Aaron
decided to help out the little guy and began thrusting into Jessie's mouth,
slightly at first then growing more and more forceful.  Finally, Aaron just
pumped away, his cock looking like a jack hammer.  After several minutes
Aaron let out a deep moan that echoed through the bathroom.  As he looked
down, he could almost see the cum moving through his thickened dick and
filling Jessie's mouth.  Aaron held his hands steady on the back of the
inexperienced boy's head, keeping him fully locked onto his dick.  Jessie's
cheeks bulged out as he tried to keep up with the gusher, but a few drops
escaped running down his chin.  Aaron petted the back of Jessie's head and
a smile crossed his face.

"Don't swallow," Aaron ordered, "keep it in your mouth for a second."

Aaron held him in place until he finished spurting, then withdrew his now
soft dick.  All of his energy gone, he dropped and landed on his knees
beside Jessie.

Both boys gasped trying to catch their breath, each staring into the
other's eyes.  A bead of sweat dribbled down Aaron's forehead.  Jessie's
hair was a tangled mess.

Aaron was shocked to see the adam's apple on Jessie's smooth neck move up
and down as the boy swallowed every drop.

Jessie looked at Aaron with a messy smile and said, "Now it's my
turn....please."

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That's not the end of the story.
email me at goldenboy_twelve@hotmail.com for a link to part two
or check back soon for an update.