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Caution/Welcome. It is Christmas, 2003, and Aaron is feeling lower than he 
has ever felt in his life as the recently turned sixteen-year-old is beset 
by problems and in desperate need of a good friend.  Although incorporating 
many real facts, this story does not reflect nor imply a real event nor the 
real sexuality of this hot young performer and his longtime friend.  If you 
do not like reading gay fantasies about celebrities, teenage friendship, or 
hot teenage sex, this is where you stop and hit the back or delete key and 
wait for the next story.  This is the fifty-third of standalone stories in a 
series of Aaron Carter and Friends fanfic gay fantasies and chronologically 
follows the story "Aaron and Bruce: Play Hard."  This story is posted at gay 
adult story sites for the purpose of adult entertainment.  Permission is not 
given to copy electronically for the purpose of redistribution or posting at 
sites other than described without the permission of the author.  Comments 
can be sent to the author J.O. Dickingson at authorsix@hotmail.com

AARON: CHRISTMAS WITH CRAIG

	"Fuck!" Aaron cursed, scowling out at the choppy dark blue-green sea and 
the black clouds building up overhead.  His face was just as dark, as was 
his mood.  A winter storm was blowing into the Keys, as if nature was 
commiserating with him.  He kicked at the imported sand on the Carter 
Compound private beach with anger and frustration.  His cell phone rang and 
he debated if he should answer it or just let it ring.  He recognized the 
incoming number, Craig Velger's.
	"Hey Craig, whuzzup?"
	"Nada, dude.  How's everything with you?"
	"Fine."
	"Yeah?  Certainly doesn't sound like it from your voice dude.  I'm phoning 
at a bad time?"
	"No.  Just feeling crappy today.  Wanna come over and hang out?"
	"Let's see, do I want to spend my afternoon with someone whose in a shitty 
mood?  Hmmmm."
	Aaron laughed.  "Yeah, I guess that's not much of an invite is it?"
	"Hey, what are good friends for?"
	"Looks like a storm moving in.  We won't be able to go boating or skiing or 
anything from the looks of it, but we could play some video games or 
something.  If it clears up later maybe we can do some dirt biking or some 
shit."
	"Sure. I'll be over."
	Aaron headed back to the house.  Craig was a good friend, a longtime 
friend.  Well, for as long as he had been living in Marathon anyway.  With 
his tours and his need to practice and everything they didn't get to see 
that much of each other, but when he did have any sort of personal time they 
hung together, biking, swimming, just hanging out.  His dad had hired 
Craig's dad as a bodyguard for one of his tours several years back and Craig 
had come along and they'd buddied up, which had been fantastic.  Craig had 
accompanied him on a number of his tours since.  It was cool having someone 
his age to spend time with on those long tour bus rides or lonely hotel 
evenings.
	They had a lot in common too.  Craig loved to jet ski, swim, boat, fish, go 
dirt biking or four wheeling, snow board, surf and play basketball and golf, 
things that Aaron loved also.  His body reflected his active life.  At five 
foot nine and pushing a hundred and forty pounds, he was the same height as 
Aaron and ten pounds heavier, all of it solid muscle.  Besides sports, he 
liked the beach, touring, and music, though his taste in music, Usher, 
Nelly, and No Secrets, wasn't quite what Aaron was into.  He also had a 
thing for Angel Faith and Aaron's twin sister for a while, prompting Aaron 
to joke he was into angels, and he was into girls big time.  They hadn't 
seen each other for a while, what with his career and Craig's.  Craig was 
model for Tommy Helfiger, and with his body and looks, he was in big demand.
	Thinking about him and some of the fun times they'd had in the past did 
help to lighten Aaron's mood, but it was going to take more than an 
afternoon of hanging with a good friend to have much impact.  He had a lot 
of heavy stuff on his mind.  First and foremost was the ongoing battle 
between his parents, with him stuck in the middle.  His father was 
constantly going on about how his mother was using him and ripping him off 
and was more interested keeping his singing career alive to bankroll her 
other projects than in him.  The breaking point came when he got back from 
his Juke Box tour and found out she'd taken money out of his account and had 
left promissary notes.  On top of that he'd discovered unpaid bills that he 
thought had been paid.  That had really pissed him off.  Working ten, eleven 
hours a day on top of school and press conferences and his own mother rips 
him off.  On top of all that she'd prevented his dad from seeing all but one 
of his live performances.  Two weeks ago he'd fired her as his manager and 
had started legal proceedings for emancipation from the bitch.  On the other 
side, his mother was constantly harping about his father's lax rules when it 
came to what he did and letting him party all he wants, and said his father 
was a lazy bum and mistreated her.  They'd separated and filed for a divorce 
back in October but it hadn't been finalized, and they kept talking about 
making up their differences.  At the same time his dad was sleeping with his 
crush, Ginger Elrod.  The whole thing was a fucking mess.
	Nick had more or less struck out on his own, wanting nothing to do with 
either of them, and had warned Aaron that both were only interested in the 
money their careers were bringing in.  As far as careers, Nick was 
struggling on his own since the Backstreet Boys had broken up so he had his 
own problems to deal with, and Aaron's own career was another worry.  The 
Juke Box tour had brought in a lot of money, but it hadn't been as 
successful as his mother had hoped it would be, and his latest CD, "Most 
Requested Hits" hadn't taken off yet.  Mind you, it had only been a month.  
And if there weren't enough family problems, his sister Bobby Jean had 
gotten her DUI charge last month.  Seems the only news coverage the Carter 
family was getting lately was negative.
	The same could be said for his good friend Michael.  He still could not 
believe that the cops had searched his home when he was in Las Vegas and had 
issued a warrant for his arrest.  That had been November 18, the same day 
his CD had been released.  He'd come to Michael's defence of course, telling 
the reporters that he'd seen Michael totally make out with a girl, and on 
the twentieth he and Nick and Michael's other fans had attended a rally with 
Michael at his Neverland Ranch.  His support for Michael had nothing to do 
with Michael having given him a $329 000 Bentley for performing at his 
Neverland Ranch Concert "What More Can I Give" back in September and as an 
early sixteenth birthday present.  And his support of Michael, and the 
Bentley, had nothing to do with the fact he and Michael, along with Nick, 
had messed around in Michael's bed with each other big time after that 
concert in September.  Well, okay, maybe it had a little part.
	And, speaking of messing around, there was the shit going on between him 
and Bruce Willis, the invites by Bruce to his yacht and his ranch, the 
fantasy games he and Bruce played, and the expensive gifts Bruce was sending 
him.  He was still aching from being tied up at Bruce's ranch two weeks ago. 
  Mind you, the diamond pendant and silk underwear helped him heal faster.  
Besides, the memory of Bruce tying him up and spanking his ass until it was 
burning, the nipple clamps and the ball harness still gave him a powerful 
rush and an instant erection.  How a guy could get an erection from feeling 
pain he did not understand, and that he did bother him, a lot.  Mind you, 
when you are sixteen and not getting any, it is easy to pop an erection.
	A big problem was Jesse McCartney's acting career was taking off, and with 
Jesse spending more time on the west coast than the east, they never saw 
each other.  As much as he hated to admit it, their love affair was 
finished, which was a major downer in itself never mind all the rest of the 
shit that was happening.  And speaking of love affairs, there was the whole 
PR mess between Hilary Duff and Lindsay Lowen, with him directly in the 
middle and getting all the blame.  Fuck, it wasn't his fault girls had such 
a big thing about commitment.  A couple dates with Lowen and she thought she 
owned him, and they hadn't done anything, not anything intimate.  Girls 
didn't turn him on that way, not like guys.  She didn't even want him to see 
anyone else, and then has this big hissy fit when he does.  It would at 
least be different if they were fucking.  Why couldn't girls just play 
around like guys did?  And mood swings!  How was a guy supposed to deal with 
that?  Thank heavens he was gay.
	Well, to be honest, that was part of the reason for his black mood too.  He 
loved cock.  He loved the way it smelled, the way it tasted, the way it 
felt, in his hands, in his mouth, up his ass.  If he wasn't thinking music, 
he was thinking cock.  He loved guys.  No, he loved sex with guys.  There 
was a difference.  Sex was why he kept going back to Bruce Willis despite 
the man being a closet sadist and knowing he was in for a night of pain 
whenever he accepted one of his invites.  That was why he'd made out with a 
forty-five-year-old boylover like Michael, why he went crazy over good 
looking male fans, made out with his PR agent Mike Ryan, and couldn't keep 
his hands off good friends who were bi or gay, like David Gallagher and 
Justin Berfield.  And if just having the hots for guys wasn't enough, on his 
tour in Japan he'd gotten off in a major way on some pretty weird stuff, 
being pissed on, and having guys spray him with their cum.  And then there 
were feet.  Just the thought of a guy's feet got him going, just like the 
thought of a woman's boobs got most teenage boys hot.  The sixteen-year-old 
superstar could come up with only one reason.  He was totally sick.
	Thankfully the doorbell rang and interrupted his black mood.  Even Craig's 
presence and the distraction of their favourite video games didn't totally 
bring him out of his funk.  The storm did blow in and his father phoned to 
say he and Ginger would not be driving back from Miami where they'd gone to 
spend the day.  His mother would have a fit if she knew his father had left 
him home alone and unsupervised over night!  Maybe he should break into the 
family's liquor cabinet and he and Craig could get stupid drunk, or he could 
invite a few people over and they could all smoke some pot, just to prove 
his mother's dumb accusations were correct.
	"Oh man, I don't know what's bumming you out, but dude, you got it bad," 
Craig said.  "Serious, it's so tearing me up seeing you wacked like this."
	"Sorry," Aaron said with a weak smile.
	"Wanna talk about it?"
	Aaron looked up at him helplessly.  How do you tell someone the things he'd 
been thinking that afternoon?  Craig looked back at him with those soft, 
chestnut-coloured eyes and you would have to be blind not to see the concern 
in them.  Tears began to well up in Aaron's eyes and once they began, he 
couldn't stop them.  He just sat there on the floor blubbering like a baby, 
the control buttons to the game they'd been playing in his hand totally 
forgotten.  Craig, caught totally by surprised, put his arm about his buddy 
and drew him close and just let him sob.
	"It your parents again?" he finally asked as Aaron's sobs subsided.  You'd 
have to be a hermit not to have read about their squabbles.  There were 
people in Marathon saying they wished the Carters didn't live there.
	Aaron shook his head in the negative and tried to respond but was choked up 
by sobs again.
	"The media isn't it?  God, they can be so heartless and such cunts 
sometimes."
	Aaron shook his head again, but he could not speak.  He felt so dumb, and 
so childish.  Sixteen and he was sitting there blubbering like a little 
baby, in front of his best friend.
	"You're not sick or anything are you?  Like AIDS or something?"
	"No, I don't have anything.  It's just a lot of things," he finally managed 
to croak.
	"That's a relief," Craig said.  "I mean I know how you like to mess around 
with, well, you know, mess around.  I know what it's like, about a lot of 
things.  It seems sometimes things just build up and hit all at once."
	They just sat there the on the floor, their video game forgotten, Craig 
with his arm about Aaron, Aaron trying to control his breathing.  Slowly it 
came out, about his parent's bitter divorce, about how his life had changed 
so drastically in the seven years since he'd begun performing, mostly it 
seemed as a result of his career and money, about being torn between living 
with his mother or his dad, about the pressures of performing and constantly 
being in the public eye, two things Craig knew, having to constantly be 
aware of his image as a model.  The more private stuff, what he was doing 
with Bruce and Michael, of course he could not get into, not even with his 
best friend.
	"How  . . .  how do you feel about  . . .  about  . . .  you know, my  . . 
.  doing stuff with guys?" Aaron finally dared to ask.  The only people 
closer to him than Craig were his parents, Nick and his twin sister Angel, 
and Jesse.  At the moment he wasn't sure if he could really make that claim 
about his parents, and besides, it wasn't a question a guy could just bring 
up at the breakfast table and ask his parents, or his sister for that 
matter.  As for Nick, he messed around with guys too, and Jesse and he were 
lovers, so their answers wouldn't exactly be unbiased.  Craig was the only 
one he could ask.
	"What do you think about my doing stuff with girls?"
	Aaron was taken aback for a moment with the response.  "That's different."
	"Why?"
	Aaron thought about it.  "Well, it is.  It's what people expect of guys."
	"Some people, yeah.  But not all people.  And a lot fewer today than there 
used to be."
	"Yeah, you're right.  So what do you think?" he asked, emphasizing you.
	"I think any guy who makes out with you is lucky, and I think any guy who 
makes out with you knows it."
	"Really?"
	"Yeah.  You got a great bod, for a singer anyway," Craig said with a slight 
grin, "and it's sex they want so they can overlook your personality."
	Aaron gave him a playful punch and a smile slowly curled the corner of his 
lips.  "What's the crack about for a singer?  You've seen my moves on the 
stage."
	"I thought we were talking about your moves off the stage," Craig joked, 
and Aaron smiled more broadly.  "Now I've answered your personal question, 
you got to answer mine."
	"Sure."
	"What's wrong with me?"
	"Huh?"
	"What's wrong with me?" Craig repeated. "Why have you never made a pass at 
me?  I don't turn you on?"
	"You're joking."
	"No."
	Aaron looked at Craig.  "I ... I just never thought of you like that, in a 
sexual way."
	"Oh great.  What have you thought of me as, hamburger helper?"
	"Really.  I've just thought of you as, well, a friend."  He couldn't say 
brother since he'd had sex with his brother, numerous times.  It was funny, 
but he'd never once thought of Craig as a potential sex partner.  "Because 
you're always going on about girls I guess, and Angel."
	"She's a girl too," Craig observed, pretending to be serious.
	"You know what I mean."
	"So you've never once thought about us messing around?"
	"No.  Have you?"
	"Yeah."
	"Really?"
	"Mostly as to why you found other guys hot and not me.  There was a time 
when I thought maybe you didn't like me."
	"Oh Jezz!"
	"Then there were other times I figured it was a good thing, cause I didn't 
know what I'd do if you ever did come on to me."
	"Craig," Aaron responded, not knowing what to say.  He'd had no idea of the 
slight or the hurt he'd caused.  He put an arm about him.
	"Uh oh."
	"Stop that," Aaron said, having to smile despite how he was feeling.  "What 
would you say if I did come on to you?"
	"Sorry, dude, I really am, but I don't put out because someone's feeling 
sorry for me, or for themselves."
	"That wouldn't be the reason."
	"I do charity work, but that's mostly a business write off.  I don't think 
making out to cheer up a friend would qualify."
	"I wouldn't ask for that reason either."
	"Besides, I'd have a hell of a time explaining that deduction to my 
parents."
	"Will you be serious for a moment?"
	"Oh Jezz, our first time and we haven't even done anything yet and he wants 
to get serious.  No wonder Lindsay dumped you."
	"She didn't dump me."
	"Sez you," Craig said with a grin.
	Not knowing what else to do, Aaron grabbed him and kissed him, firmly, on 
the lips.  He knew it was a totally stupid, impulsive thing to do.  As their 
lips parted, he wondered if he'd made the biggest mistake in his life, if 
Craig would sock him, totally end their relationship, or what.  To his 
surprise, and relief, Craig wrapped his arms about him and returned the 
kiss.  It was hot, and sincere.  He'd done enough kissing to know.  He 
returned the kiss of course, and massaged and kneaded Craig's back.  His 
deltoids were broad and firm.  Craig returned kiss for kiss, and began to 
massage Aaron's back also.
	"I just want you to know right from the start, I'm not being the girl," 
Craig said with a smile and a twinkle in his chestnut brown eyes as he broke 
his last kiss.
	"You really want to do this?"
	"If that's an example of your sweet talk, it needs some work dude.  At this 
point with a girl I usually say something like, you're an awesome kisser, or 
your hair smells awesome."
	"Really?"
	"Yeah.  And you are, and it does."
	"I use Crew for Men."
	"I know."
	"You do?"
	"I read it in a Q and A in one of your fan sites."
	"You did not!"
	"Okay, I confess, I looked in the cabinet in your bathroom."
	"Thanks."
	"For what?"
	"For cheering me up?"
	"We're done?  I don't get to find out what's so great about a roll in bed 
with the famous Aaron Carter?"
	"That's your prize for cheering me up."
	"Can I have the toaster instead?"
	Aaron could not help giggle.  He wrapped his arms about Craig again.  "Any 
time you want us to stop, you just say."
	"Now that's a line I use.  Though usually a lot later, like after I've 
gotten my hand in her panties and she'd too hot to say stop."
	Aaron kissed him again, forcefully, passionately.  Craig returned the kiss. 
  Aaron knew it wasn't out of sympathy or in charity.  Craig was not that 
sort of guy.  As their lips met for a long, lingering kiss, and he felt 
Craig running his hands over his back, he knew Craig was being sincere.  He 
was a friend, the best friend a guy could have, but this wasn't just out of 
friendship either.  He wanted it also, because he was curious, because he 
was feeling horny, because deep down all guys want it, whatever reason.  It 
didn't matter.  Aaron would make sure his first time would be a memorable 
one.
	As he began to unbutton Craig's shirt, he was surprised he'd never once 
considered doing this to Craig.  They'd fallen asleep sitting side by side 
on long bus trips and ended up cuddling together.  They'd stayed over night 
in the same hotels, he with his mother, Craig with his father, and not once 
had he thought about the two of them sneaking off with each other for a bit 
of messing around.  They'd even shared the same bed on a couple occasions 
and he hadn't given sex a single thought.  Pulling Craig's shirt out of his 
pants, he slipped his hands underneath and massaged his back muscles, and as 
Craig began to unbutton his shirt, Aaron stopped thinking about their past 
and concentrated on what they were doing.
	Craig's active physical life was evident from his firm muscles and as Aaron 
caressed them and ran his fingertips along his broad deltoids, he felt the 
kindling of desire in his loins.  Slipping Craig's shirt off, he admired the 
teenager's smooth, firm chest, the muscles beginning to take on the firmer 
definition as a boy passes into adulthood but still having the roundness of 
youth.  He had large, prominent nipples and his chest tapered to muscled 
ribs and a narrow waist.  Running his fingertips over Craig's chest, 
following the contours of his muscles, Aaron resumed kissing him, and as he 
ran his fingertips over the boy's nipples he felt the intake of his breath 
as he shuddered with the stimulation.  His teats quickly grew hard and Aaron 
snuggled down and kissed the swollen buds and teased them with his lips, 
causing Craig to tense as the shocks of arousal from his swollen teats shot 
through his chest.
	Aaron took his time, ensuring he had Craig's nipples itching and aching to 
be sucked long and hard before he made his next move, which of course was to 
do just that as he undid Craig's belt buckle and pulled down his zipper.  He 
slipped his hand inside Craig's fly, slipping his fingers about the warm, 
swelling flesh inside his boxers.  Leaving his hand there, he continued 
kissing Craig, skipping his lips over his smooth chest and down his muscled 
ribs to his jeans, delighting in Craig's arousal as he felt the warm mound 
in his hand swelling.  Finally releasing it, he undid the snap and eased 
Craig's jeans down over his narrow hips, and on down his smooth, muscular 
thighs.  His calves were covered with fine, chestnut brown hairs.  Pulling 
off his jeans, Aaron sat up and took his right foot in his lap and slowly 
rolled down his sock, pausing to massage and caress his ankles, and then the 
muscles of his foot.  Slipping it off, he massaged Craig's toes and raising 
his foot he could not resist kissing the tip of each digit gently and 
inhaling the spicy fragrance surrounding them.  His lips skipping up along 
the back of his foot to his ankle and then back down, he took each toe in 
his mouth and sucked on it gently.  He was sure no matter what Craig had 
done with girls in the past, this was one thing they would not have done.
	That was correct, and as he lie there on the carpet in the Carter family 
room and watched Aaron kissing his foot and then slipping his lips over each 
of his toes and sucking on them, he marvelled at how erotic it was.  As 
Aaron slowly removed his other sock and began to kiss the toes on his other 
foot Craig's cock continued to rise until it was tenting out his boxers.  He 
inhaled deeply as Aaron slipped his tongue between his toes one by one, 
delighting in what Aaron was doing as much as Aaron was.  And then Aaron 
began to work his way back up, his lips lightly skipping up along the back 
of his foot with feather-light kisses, along his calf and along his thigh.  
As Aaron's lips caressed the sensitive inner side of his thigh, Craig's cock 
twitched with arousal inside his boxers.  He had been caressed there by 
girls, in response to his own caressing of their thighs, but never had one 
kissed him there, and the feel of Aaron's moist lips and the brush of his 
fine, blond hair on the sensitive skin caused Craig to tremble with desire.
	Skipping over his boxers, Aaron continued to kiss Craig's smooth body, back 
up his ribs and chest, back up to his neck, and his mouth.  The lips that 
had been sucking on his toes were now pressed against his lips.  As their 
lips locked, Aaron slipped his arms about Craig and pressed his chest 
against his.  The feel of Aaron's firm nipples pressed against his chest as 
Aaron and he sucked face caused his cock to throb and he was sure Aaron had 
to be able to feel his hardness and heat through their underwear and Aaron's 
jeans.  As their lips parted, he ran his hand down Aaron's smooth, muscular 
back to his belt, and then around to the buckle.  He was not as adept at 
unbuckling a guy's pants as Aaron was, nor as adept as he was at undoing a 
girl's bra.  Though Craig felt embarrassed and self-conscious, his fumbling 
caused Aaron to ache with anticipation and his swollen cock to throb with 
excitement, Craig's difficulty reminding him of the sixteen-year-old's 
innocence, at least when it came to sex with guys.
	Aaron kissed his cheeks tenderly as he fought to control his breathing and 
his impatience as he felt his belt loosen, and then his zipper being pulled 
down.  There was nothing more erotic than a guy pulling down another guy's 
fly, and his cock strained inside his boxers.  Unbuttoning the top button of 
his bulky cargo pants, Craig began to push them down and Aaron raised his 
hips off the floor to assist.  Craig pushed them down to his ankles and 
easily pulled the baggy trousers off.  He paused for a moment as he looked 
at Aaron's socks.  Deciding he would never have an opportunity like this 
again, and for some reason finding the idea of licking and sucking on 
Aaron's toes a lot more appealing than doing it to a girl anyway, he copied 
Aaron, slowly unrolling his right sock and taking up his foot and running 
his lips over the back from ankle to toe, and then kissing each digit.  To 
his surprise the mild, musky odour of Aaron's feet was arousing.
	He hesitantly and slowly slipped his lips over Aaron's large toe and sucked 
on it.  To his surprise he felt a thrill of arousal ripple through his 
swollen cock.  Who would have thought sucking a guy's toes would be erotic?  
As he sucked harder and longer, Craig's cock throbbed in his boxers.  Aaron 
inhaled sharply, delighting in having Craig sucking on his toes and knowing 
from the way his boxers were tenting out and from the eagerness with which 
he was sucking that he was enjoying it.  If he hadn't won over a convert, he 
at least had added someone else who appreciated his fetish.  As Craig went 
on to his left foot, repeating what he'd done to the right, Aaron's cock 
throbbed hotly and his loins ached with desire.
	And then they were kissing again, this time the lips that had been wrapped 
about Aaron's toes now pressed against his lips, and their hands roamed each 
other's body, caressing and squeezing.  Aaron slipped both hands under the 
elastic band of Craig's boxers and cupped his firm, compact ass, and as he 
kneaded the firm, warm flesh he felt Craig do the same to him, and his cock 
twitched and ached as he felt his best friend cupping his ass for the first 
time and gently caressing it.  It was hot caressing ass with any boy, but 
even hotter when it was your best friend, and hotter still when you knew it 
was your friend's first time.
	Craig could not help noticing how much more compact Aaron's ass was than 
any girl he'd ever gotten that far with, girls having wider hips than guys.  
Nor could he help noticing how much more erotic it was to have Aaron 
caressing his butt than a girl, in part because he was another guy, and in 
part because he was his best friend.  Those thoughts sent a quiver up his 
spine and to his surprise made his loin ache even more than when he necked 
with a girl.  He was like making out with a guy, and with his best friend.  
That was totally wicked, and even more wicked was the fact that he was 
enjoying it.
	So as Aaron slipped his hand around to the front of Craig's boxers and 
cupped his hot, low-hung balls and rolled them, and then slid them up and 
slipped his fingers about Craig's stiff, aching bone, Craig did likewise 
eagerly and willingly.  Cupping for the first time in his life another boy's 
balls and rolling them in his fingers send another tremor of arousal through 
his groin, and his cock throbbed with desire.  Curious, but not quite so 
eagerly, he released Aaron's balls and slipped his fingers about another his 
cock.  He could not believe he was actually wrapping his fingers about 
another guy's dick.  Even more difficult to believe was how horny he was 
feeling.  He'd slipped his fingers about his own bone hundreds of times, but 
it felt so different holding someone else's, and having your own held by 
someone else.
	Together they pushed down each other's underwear and wiggled out of them, 
and together they began to fondle each other as they sat there facing each 
other, stroking each other's cock with one hand, cupping and rolling each 
other's balls with the other.  Closing their eyes, they leaned toward each 
other and kissed, once, twice, and a third time.  Eyes closed, they 
continued to kiss as they slowly stroked each other, delighting in the hot, 
throbbing pleasure between their legs and the hot, throbbing flesh in their 
hands.  Their kisses became more passionate and forceful and the blood in 
their cocks began to pulse more forcefully as the pressure continued to 
develop in their loins.  Each had pleasured himself hundreds of times by 
then, but it was so much more pleasant, so much hotter, to do another boy, 
and to be done by him.  Sharing that pleasure, that delight that only boys 
can know, doubled the pleasure each was feeling.  Each boy knew well the 
progression in his own body and the signs, the developing pressure in the 
loins and the burning arousal of the glans providing feedback to the mind 
and telling the hand to speed or slow.  Now that feedback was of no use as 
it was not one's own hand doing the stroking, and that hand that was 
stroking had no idea at what stage the other was at other than by guess.  Of 
course their laboured breathing and the stiffness of their cocks was as good 
an indication as anything, and both boys were well experienced at jacking 
off.
	Assuming Craig was near the climax point as he was, Aaron stopped stroking 
and tightly squeezing Craig's stiff, aching cock below the knob, he kissed 
him on the lips, and as Craig similarly ceased his stroking and squeezed 
Aaron's cock in the same place, the two boys concentrated on the pleasure 
pulsating between their legs and fought the impulse to begin jerking their 
hips and fucking the hand gripping their organs.  Ever so slowly their 
desires subsided, which was extremely pleasant and extremely painful, and 
then once again the two began to stroke each other and to resume their 
kissing.  Again they felt the growing pressure in their loins and the 
speeding up of their hearts as once again the blood pounded through their 
swollen flesh.
	This second time they continued and they began to gasp for breath and to 
squirm uncontrollably as they felt that peak approaching.  Each knew the 
other was near, and each knew how the other was feeling at that point, the 
advantage of two guys having sex with each other.  They inhaled and exhaled 
deeply, sucking in the sweaty fragrance of two horny teenage boys in heat, 
and then they exploded, their throbbing cocks spurting out their juices with 
a force they normally experienced after an extended absence.  They quivered 
with the ecstasy and locked lips in a long, passionate kiss, snorting for 
breath through their noses as their stiff, throbbing cocks spurted and 
streamer after streamer of hot cum laced each other's body.
	They sat facing each other like that, kissing and grasping each other's 
stiff, spurting bone, until their breathing returned to normal and their 
cocks stopped throbbing and spurting.  Their fingers dripping and sticky 
with each other's hot cum, they reached out and smeared the hot cream lacing 
each other's body, spreading it over each other's stomach and smooth chest, 
rubbing it into firm, glowing muscles.  They looked into each other's eyes 
and without a word they embraced tightly, pressing their naked, cum-smeared 
bodies together and gyrating.  They held each other tightly, cum-smeared 
fingers spread across each other's back.  They kissed and held each other 
tight, silent thanks for the sex they'd just engaged in.  Finally Aaron got 
up and returning with two damp clothes and towels, they cleaned themselves 
up.
	"Wanna order in Chinese?"
	"Sure.  Ginger beef."
	"Salt and pepper squid."
	"Almond gai ding."
	"Eight Jewels."
	"Steamed rice."
	"For two."
	While they waited, they played a game of Combat 3, and when the order came 
they slipped on their trousers, starting up the fireplace, and sat there 
before it as they ate and talked.  By the time they were finished, the storm 
had hit full blast, the wind shaking the eaves and rain splattering on the 
windows with huge drops and pouring out the drain pipes.  The two boys 
cuddled together before the fire as the storm outside raged, and once again 
they began to caress and kiss, gently and fondly at first, and then with 
more passion.  They were young and in their prime and it was not long before 
each was once again aroused and trousers were discarded.
	Twisting around so he was lying on his side facing Craig in the reverse 
direction, Aaron slipped his lips over the knob of his still swelling cock 
and began to suck.  With Aaron's partially aroused cock before him, Craig 
did likewise, albeit with some uncertainty and trepidation.  Aaron sucked 
gently and delighted with the feeling of Craig growing stiff between his 
lips, which of course caused his own dick to continue swelling.  Discovering 
having a dick in his mouth was not as distasteful as one would think and as 
every straight boy imagined, Craig began to suck on the growing flesh in his 
mouth, discovering for the first time the joy of feeling another boy grow 
hard between his lips.
	Slipping his mouth off Craig's now stiff cock, Aaron ran his long, hot 
tongue along Craig's shaft and up over the flanged knob, sending shivers of 
arousal through Craig's throbbing flesh.  Encouraged by the pleasure 
pulsating through his cock and rippling through his groin, Craig did 
likewise, licking Aaron's cock like a strawberry ice cream cone, with as 
much pleasure and desire as a boy licking an ice cream on a sweltering day.  
He ran his tongue along the rim, knowing how sensitive a guy was there, and 
Aaron ran his tongue along the sensitive skin below Craig's knob.  The two 
boys delighted in the throbbing pleasure of their stiff cocks and the sharp 
tingle of stimulation piercing their blood-engorged knobs.  Trembling with 
delight and desire, the two teenagers felt the pressure and desire building 
in their loins once again and the two eagerly went down on each other.
	Aaron sucked gently as he began to slowly work his lips up and down Craig's 
shaft, delighting in giving his best friend his first blow job.  Craig 
copied the pro, sucking on Aaron's stiff cock as he slipped his lips down 
his shaft as far as he could without choking, and then back up to the 
swollen bulb.  The two worked slowly, wanting to enjoy the pleasure 
throbbing between their legs, and wanting to bring the other as much 
pleasure as he could.  Craig closed his eyes and swallowed his 
cock-flavoured saliva, any reservations about having sex with another guy 
having vanished before the throbbing desire and pleasure between his legs, 
and knowing the pleasure he was brining his good friend.  Again he 
appreciated why Aaron took such delight in messing around with guys, and 
discovered that the experience could be just as pleasant as making out with 
girls.  Actually, as he sucked on Aaron's hot, throbbing cock and felt his 
own cock throb and ache between Aaron's lips, he was not sure which was the 
greater pleasure, making out with girls or with guys.
	As they began to approach that second orgasm, the two boys began to suck 
harder and deeper and began to work their lips up and down the other's 
throbbing flesh faster and faster. Their own pulsating desire drove them on, 
knowing that they were bringing the same pleasure as they were receiving.  
Their stiff teenage cocks throbbed and ached with that sweet pain and they 
sucked on each other's cock desperately.  Again the pressure in their loins 
grew until once again the boys exploded, this time not on each other's body 
but in each other's mouth.  Despite having already come once that evening, 
they spurted repeatedly, and their spurts were thick and rich and creamy.  
Spurt after spurt shot into each other's mouth.  Aaron allowed it to collect 
and savoured the tart flavour and the creamy texture of Craig's hot jizm.  
Craig tasted for the first time the tart cum of a boy, and he quivered with 
the unique taste and the slimy texture as Aaron's cum filled his mouth, 
striking the roof with hot spurts and basting his tongue with the creamy 
sauce.
	Clamping his lips about Craig's stiff cock, Aaron swallowed and quivered 
with the delight of drinking his seed and with the pleasure of his own cock 
oozing out still another dollop of his creamy juice for his best friend.  
Craig swallowed too, his mouth full, and he quivered with the unique taste 
and texture of Aaron's creamy seed.  The two boys eagerly fed off each 
other, draining each other's cock of the latest load of cum and quivering 
with the delight of their own ejaculation, and with the delight of brining 
such satisfaction to the other.
	And then again they sat and cuddled and kissed, their breaths now smelling 
of cum and cock and ginger chicken and salt and pepper calamari.  With the 
storm raging outside Craig would be spending the night, and also because of 
the storm, none of the other Carter family would be home.  That was quite 
fine with the two boys.  It had been a delightful evening so far, and there 
were many hours yet to come for two healthy, red-blooded teenage boys.  
Besides, Aaron had only begun to thank his good friend for having helped 
bring him out of his funk.  As for Craig, he was pleased to have been of 
help, and he would not be much of a friend if he didn't accept the thanks 
Aaron wanted to give, would he?

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