
Path: not-for-mail
NNTP-Posting-Date: Sun, 18 Dec 2005 04:19:51 -0600
Date: Sun, 18 Dec 2005 04:11:09 -0600
Message-ID: <BAY114-F32E0ACE9BCD5ECF1B1B89FB83C0@phx.gbl>
From: Dream Spinner <authorsix@hotmail.com>
Subject: ST: "Aaron: When In Japan, Bukkake" (celeb, m/t)
Mime-Version: 1.0
Content-Type: text/plain; format="flowed"
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.gay.moderated
Approved: ASSG Approval Key <assg-approval-key@stump.algebra.com>
Lines: 515
NNTP-Posting-Host: 65.182.171.162

===================

Caution/Welcome.  Rested and rejuvenated, Aaron continues with his Juke Box 
tour, taking the show to Japan where he and his brother have many fans.  
Meeting up with the Japanese boy band Arashi, fifteen-year-old Aaron is 
introduced to the wonderful world of Japanese gay bukkake.  Although 
incorporating many real facts, this story does not reflect nor imply a real 
event nor the real sexuality of these hot young performers.  If you do not 
like reading gay fantasies about celebrities, interracial sex, or about 
bukkake, this is where you stop and hit the back or delete key and wait for 
the next story.  This is the forty-ninth of standalone stories in a series 
of Aaron Carter and Friends fanfic gay fantasies and chronologically follows 
the story "Aaron and Nick: Partying with Jacko."  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: WHEN IN JAPAN, BUKKAKE

	It was Saturday, September 20, 2003, Aaron's third day in Japan and the day 
of his second performance, this one at Zepp Osaka in the city of Osaka.  
Like his performance on the eighteenth at Koseinekin Hall in Nagoya, the 
performance was sold out.  He and his brother Nick were well known in Japan 
as was evident from his VIP treatment upon arriving on the island on the 
final leg of his Juke Box tour.  A limo from the airport, an eight-hundred 
dollar a night room at the best hotel in the city, meals at the finest 
restaurants, not bad for a fifteen-year-old boy from Marathon, Florida who 
began as a cute blond-haired moppet with a guest appearance with his 
brother's band.  The only thing lacking was a smooth-skinned Japanese 
boy-for-hire to share his king-size bed with.  Had his hosts known his 
preference they would have probably arranged that too, and would have found 
no shortage of takers.  His agent Mike Ryan would have arranged it, and 
probably hooked up with someone himself, his romance with Lance Bass being 
more than a little rocky lately.  Unfortunately, Mike had been unable to 
accompany him on this leg of the tour, another one of his bitch mother's 
cost-cutting brainwaves.
	So, as Aaron glanced out at the crowd while the opening number warmed 
everyone up for him, he was feeling randy as hell.  He hadn't had any sex 
other than his right hand since his wild time with Nick and Michael at 
Jacko's big Neverland Charity bash.  Okay, that was only seven days ago, but 
hey, he was fifteen, sixteen on December 7, and had a healthy pair of balls 
and very active endocrine glands pumping out the hormones.  It did not help 
that he found Japanese boys exceptionally attractive what with their smooth 
skin and tawny complexion, dark, slanted, sexy eyes, and slim, youthful 
bodies.  Japanese boys always looked much younger than they really were to 
him.  To be truthful, if he was performing before a group of hairy 
orangutans that day they'd turn him on he was feeling so horny.  He wondered 
what it would be like to make it with an orangutan.  Hey, just a week ago 
when he'd spent the day at Neverland he'd visited Michael's zoo with him, 
and Michael had his own pet Chimp.  It was a perfectly healthy, normal 
thought, for a horny fifteen-year-old pop star.
	He was a star, and the show had to go on, so he inhaled deeply and bounded 
onto the stage in his white Elvis jump suit as the band started to play 
"Love Me Tender."  Next to sex, he loved performing.  His fan base in Japan 
was basically the same as in the United States, a thousand early teen and 
preteen girls to every guy, and three-quarters of the guys who were there 
were there because they were with their girlfriends.  Actually, making out 
with one of his female fan's boyfriends was a hot fantasy of his during his 
solo jerk off sessions.  At that moment he'd even make out with him if he 
looked like an orangutan Aaron thought with a grin, the smile causing a 
thousand teenybopper girl fans to scream and swoon!  Of course none of the 
boy fans looked anywhere near an ape.  Everyone one of them was so sexy 
looking he had difficulty focussing on his lyrics, and keeping his dick 
down.
	As he took his mid-performance break and downed a couple chocolate bars to 
maintain his energy and a couple bottles of bottled water to replenish the 
fluids in his body, having sweated at least several litres by then, he 
inquired about the group of five young men he had spotted near the front.  
It was unusual to see five guys together, and they had to have had some pull 
to get that close to the stage.
	"They are the members of Arashi"
	"Arashi?"
	"It is a boy band.  Their name means Storm in English."
	"So what sort of music do they play?"
	"Pop.  Similar to you."
	"Yeah?  I'd like to meet them."
	"They would very much like to meet you too, I am sure."
	"Yeah?  Cool."
	Aaron had not yet changed out of his performing clothes for his last number 
when the five fellow musicians were ushered into the changing room at the 
back of the auditorium.  He extended his hand and then on second thought 
withdrew it.  He was all sweaty, and besides, he didn't know if it was 
proper etiquette to bow instead, and if so, who went first.  He'd been told 
the protocol, but in the presence of five handsome, stylish young men, who 
could remember protocol?  "I'm, ah, sort of skunky right now," he 
apologized.
	"Hey, that is okay fine.  We know what it is to perform under the hot 
lights," replied one of them, extending his hand.  He spoke with a thick 
accent and textbookish English.  He had a narrower face and flatter nose 
than the others, and a more triangular jaw, and a very sexy, pouty mouth.  
God, he looked so hot, and his voice was so sweet!  He was, Aaron learned 
later, the leader of the group.  He also learned later that besides enjoying 
singing and dancing, he was very much into stage musicals, acted in a few TV 
dramas, and particularly enjoyed drawing and anything related to art, which 
had been and still could be his ultimate career path.  "I am Satoshi Ohno.  
It is much pleasure to meet you."
	"Thank you," Aaron said with a courteous nod.  "I'm glad you could come 
back stage.  I'm always eager to meet my fans."  Especially hot-looking boy 
studs, he wanted to add.
	Each of the others stepped up and extended his hand as he introduced 
himself, stating his last name first as was the custom in Japan and giving a 
shy and humble nod.  It was all very formal and awkward, as it usually is 
when one is introduced to someone famous and whom you know nothing about, 
even though each of them was famous in his own right, and especially in 
Japan.
	"Ew," joked the fourth, introducing himself as Matsumoto Jun as he stepped 
forward and quickly wrinkled his nose and stepped back.  "Perhaps we shall 
just bow," he said with a grin as he did so with a deep flourish.  Ohno and 
a slim, long-legged boy who'd introduced himself as Masaki Aiba punched him 
in the shoulders and laughingly said something in Japanese.  Aaron knew he 
was just joking and appreciated it as it helped to break the ice, but he 
didn't blame his reaction.  He was skunky from sweating on stage, and Jun 
was a stylish dresser.  He could easily be a cover boy for a teen celeb mag 
or a model in a fashion magazine.  Aaron recognized the scene of his cologne 
as Georgio Armani.  He learned later that he was the clown of the group.
	"So, I hope you liked the performance," Aaron said as they completed the 
introductions.
	"Oh yes, very much so," replied Ohno, and the others quickly agreed.
	"I understand you are performers yourself?"
	"Yes," replied the one who had introduced himself as Sakurai Sho.  
Twenty-one, five foot seven, a hundred and twenty-five pounds, with a 
thirty-inch chest, twenty-seven inch waist, and thirty-five inch hips, he 
was a major stud, ghettoish-sexy, and the most macho looking.  He was 
wearing an expensive Tommy Hilfiger shirt and cologne and GAP cargo pants.  
He looked the oldest and he spoke more fluent English.  Aaron learned later 
that he was the group's vocalist and an actor besides, and actually the 
second oldest, being a year and two months younger than Ohno.  "We very much 
appreciate your style of performing."
	"Very, how do you say it, much full of energy," added Kazunari Ninomiya.  
At five foot five he was the same height as Ohno, the two shortest of the 
five, and at a hundred-and-sixteen pounds, five pounds lighter than Ohno, he 
was the lightest of the group.  He was the group's guitar player and besides 
enjoying singing and writing songs, he liked video games, and nature.  His 
best buddy, Aaron learned that evening, was Sho, and he could not help 
wonder just how close buddies they were.  Nino, as the others called him, 
had more bristly hair, thinner eyebrows, narrower eyes, and a sharper nose 
than the others and looked almost European.  He also looked more delinquent, 
the type who would challenge authority.  Aaron did learn later from one of 
the others that although usually gentlemanly, Nino could have a bratty 
attitude.  He spoke little, his English not being as good as some of the 
others.
	"Well, I do work up a sweat, as you can tell," Aaron said with a grin.  
"I'd love to hear some of your music."
	"We not perform just now," said Ohno.  "But we would be much happy to send 
you one of our CD's."
	"That would be awesome."
	"Well, we had better let you get changed and shower," said Sho.
	"Yes, it has been very nice to meet you."
	"Yes, it was very nice for you to meet us in your busy schedule," Sho 
added.
	"Well, actually, I've got a bit of free time.  I don't perform again until 
the twenty-second, in Tokyo.  I sort of have the evening free," Aaron 
hinted.
	The five glanced at each other.  "Perhaps you would be interested in seeing 
some of Osaka?" asked Sho.
	"That would be cool.  I'd love to soak up a bit of Japanese culture."
	Nino said something in Japanese and the others laughed.  Sho translated.  
"Nino says, you Americans, the minute you are over here you want to visit 
our public bath houses, because of our mixed sex bathing."  Aaron was about 
to explain what he meant by "soak" when he realized they were joking with 
him.
	"That and visit our geisha girls," joked one of the others.
	If they only knew his real interest, Aaron thought as he quickly showered 
and changed, choosing something casual but stylish, always conscious of 
looking his best in public.
	"So, what would you like to do?" Sho asked as he joined them.
	"I dunno," Aaron replied with a shrug.  "Something Japanese," he suggested 
with a smile.
	"Oh, maybe a tea ceremony," Jun suggested with an impish grin.
	"Or we could go see an exhibit of rice paper paintings at the museum," 
joked Masaki Aiba.  At five-foot nine and a hundred and twenty-four pounds, 
the band's twenty-year-old sax player was the tallest and one of the 
heaviest of the five, and the closest to Aaron in size.  With his sexy eyes 
and sensuous lips and his hair worn long on the sides and combed over his 
ears and in a bang over his forehead, he reminded Aaron of Jesse.  He, like 
Sho, spoke very good English.
	"Actually, I could do with a bit to eat," Aaron said, chuckling at their 
joking at his expense.  "I'm sure you could recommend a good place.  What do 
like to eat?"
	"Italian," replied Ohno.  "Capricciosa is the best in Osaka."
	"Pizza," observed Sho.  "There are many good places to go."
	"Anything as long as it is hot and spicy," contributed Nino.
	"I think he was asking about food, not girls, Kazu-chan."  They all 
laughed.
	"Noodles," offered Jun.
	"Yeah, especially Ramen noodles," agreed Aiba.
	Settling on noodles, they took their guest to one of their favourite noodle 
restaurants, a small out of the way restaurant off the beaten tourist path, 
and away from their own fans.  As they ate, they talked, about music, about 
touring and fans, and about their interests, Sho and Aiba helping Aaron and 
the others with translation.  Aaron found besides an interest in music, he 
and Aiba shared an interest in basketball, and he and Nino in baseball 
(though not in zarusoba, a noodle dish in a bamboo basket garnished with 
horseradish and served with a saki-based dip with shredded ginger root that 
Nino had ordered for himself and had offered him a taste.)  Jun's 
recommendation, tori nanban, a hot wide-noodle dish with deboned duck 
breasts and scallions in a savoury broth made from kelp and dried bonito, a 
saltwater fish, and served with suzuko mizore-ae, separate bowls of very 
salty red caviar, pungent flavoured shredded white radish in lemon juice, 
and a bowl of soy sauce.  The Japanese style of offering separate dishes of 
dips and seasonings to flavour your food to your own taste Aaron quite 
enjoyed.
	He found all of them except Aiba were involved in acting of some sort and 
to varying degrees besides performing in the band.  They were all fun and 
easygoing and a bit crazy and he was immediately comfortable with them 
despite being five to seven years younger than they were.  The liberal 
serving of warm sake certainly helped.  Aaron had no idea what the drinking 
age was in Japan, but clearly it didn't matter where they were and the rice 
wine flowed freely.  As they talked, he could not keep his eyes off Jun and 
Aiba.
	"It is no surprise he is often cast as a bishounen," whispered Sho, nodding 
at Jun.
	"A bishounen?"
	"A pretty boy, an attractive young man, in a girlish way."
	"Oh."  Aaron blushed.  "You mean, he's. . . ."
	"Oh no.  What is meant by bishounen, is he has very fine features and 
mannerisms, like a girl, elegant, beautiful, with much sex appeal."
	"I see."  Jun was all of that.
	"You may possibly see reruns of Gokusen in which he acted.  It was a very 
popular television series last year," Sho whispered.  "Aiba is very 
attractive too, though in, how would you say, a more boyish way."
	"He reminds me of my b-of a good friend of mine."  Actually, it had been a 
long time since he'd had sex with Jesse, and though he loved him just as 
much, saying they were boyfriends was stretching their relationship now, 
though at one time it had been very true.
	"Well, that is one experience of Japanese culture taken care of," said Aiba 
cheerfully as he pushed his empty plate away and drained his glass of saki.  
"Now I think we need to take our gaijin guest to visit a geisha."
	"Gaijin?"
	"Foreigner."
	"Oh."  Aaron had for a moment thought Aiba had noticed his interest in him, 
and had interpreted his glances correctly.
	"I think our guest would be more interested in visiting Village," observed 
Sho, "but he is too young."
	They glanced at Sho and then at Aaron and back at Sho who nodded 
imperceptibly.  Something was up.
	"Too young to drink, but not for the other," observed Aiba.
	"The Village?" Aaron asked.
	"A bar, here in Osaka, one that is friendly to foreigners, and, well, those 
who have a certain interest," explained Sho, but there was something he was 
not saying.  Jun said something in Japanese and they all chuckled.
	"What did he say?"
	Sho hesitated, and then said slowly, choosing his words carefully.  "Jun 
said, if you really are a boy who likes noodles, perhaps you'd like to 
experience bukkake."
	"Oh, I like noodles, very much," Aaron responded, causing them to break out 
in laughter and Aaron to look at them curiously.
	"When Jun says noodle, he means . . .," said Sho, discretely cupping his 
hands before him and dropping them to his crotch and extending his index 
finger and wagging it, causing Aaron to turn bright red.  So, his interest 
had been noticed, and correctly interpreted.  It was funny in a way that 
total strangers could pick up on something that his closest friends could 
not.  "And bukkake is?" he dared to ask.
	"It can mean a method of preparing noodles, or the toppings that are poured 
on top of them," Sho explained, "or it can refer to a practice in some 
private clubs of men gathering together and ejaculating on a kneeling woman, 
or if they are gei, on another man."
	"That sounds like  . . .  it could be an interesting experience," Aaron 
responded.
	"You are not serious."
	"I am, if you guys are."
	His hosts glanced at each other and all turned to Ohno.  Ohno had become 
their leader and spokesman not because he was the oldest of the group, 
twenty-three in another two months, but because of a quick round of 
jankenpoi, rock-paper-scissors, before the band's official debut.  That, and 
because he did tend to be the more mature of the five.  "I know a place that 
will not question your age or your place of birth," he said after a moment.
	The little bar was still further off the beaten tourist path though in a 
district that was friendly to foreigners, and certainly not a place where 
they would expect to find their fans.  As Ohno drove there, they, again 
through Sho and Aiba, explained about bukkake and wajashudo.  Bukkake, they 
said, supposedly had its origins as a form of punishment and humiliation for 
women who cheated on their husbands back in feudal times, and some said it 
was also practised to humiliate prisoners of war and show their captors' 
superiority.  It later became a popular form of Japanese pornography in that 
it was, and still is, illegal to portray a man's pubic hairs or genitals, 
but not his semen.  Then with the advent of AIDS and increase in other 
diseases, it became a popular nightclub sport among the Japanese gay 
population and later spread to other countries through European and American 
gay tourists as it was relatively risk free when it came to catching 
diseases, though that was something he did not have to worry about with them 
they assured him, and which Aaron assured them, they need not worry about 
him either.
	"The golden mean in Buddhism states that if a deed causes remorse and 
results in weeping, it is ill-done, but if it causes no remorse and results 
in joy and happiness it is well-done," Sho explained with the help of the 
others.  "So unlike in Christianity, sex is seen as a good thing within 
itself, not just in procreation.  In ancient times, same-sex behaviour was 
not seen as a different level of sexual interaction or as being practised by 
certain types of people.  It was seen as just another style, one of many, 
though which sexual pleasure could be enjoyed.  And in ancient times, 
wajashudo, sex between men and boys, the way of the youth, was once an 
honoured practice among the samurai and great lords.  Even today with 
westernization and the spread of Christianity, the adoption of western and 
Christian morals is only an affectation of the bourgeois middle-class.  
Still in Japan there are no laws against nanshoku, male love, and the age of 
consent for any type of sex is in most districts thirteen," he concluded as 
they pulled into the parking lot.
	The place was small and noisy and crammed with Japanese men, clearly a gay 
bar.  Although the patrons were friendly to foreigners and turned a blind 
eye to those who were under the drinking age, the Arashi crowded around 
Aaron to block him from view just the same, not just for his sake, but 
because they didn't want any additional participants wanting to join in.  
Considering only Aiba was as tall as he was and Ohno and Nino were four 
inches shorter, their attempt was rather ludicrous, as they all realized and 
chuckled about later.
	There were several rooms in the back for different types of amusement, 
private and public.  The one Ohno rented for them was small, ten feet 
square, with a decorative black and white tile on the floor and half way up 
the walls with contrasting etchings of men in various poses of embrace, 
white on black and black on white.  There were a few bamboo matts in the 
corner, a bamboo tray with what appeared to be assorted cutlery, another 
with wet wipes, a third with dry towels, and behind an ornate silk screen in 
the other corner a row of hooks to hang your clothing.
	"Traditionally," Sho continued as they began to strip, "the one who is to 
be the recipient is usually blindfolded and then brought into the room, but 
I think you will enjoy this more if we skip that part."
	Aaron's heart began to speed up as he pulled down his fly and unbuttoned 
the top of his trousers.  Glancing at the others as they stepped out of 
their trousers and slipped off their shirts, Aaron hoped he would not be 
embarrassed by popping a boner.  That was going to be difficult to avoid 
with five cute hunks standing there in their jockey briefs and thongs and 
about to step out of them!  Kneeling down on the matt Ohno had placed in the 
centre of the room and looking up at the five JPop performers expectantly, 
Aaron felt his cock begin to twitch and rise.  Surrounded by five handsome, 
naked young men, Jun the youngest, having turned twenty just three weeks 
ago, and Ohno the oldest at twenty-two and ten months, all with smooth skin 
and tawny complexions, impossibly narrow waists and smooth, hairless chests, 
all stroking and shaking their limp dinks and staring at him, it was 
something he'd never imagined in his wildest dreams.
	Sakurai Sho he would have recognized by his Tommy Hilfiger cologne but he 
was glad he was not blindfolded.  The sight of the macho, ghettoish-sexy 
stud standing there before him, stroking his rapidly growing cock, his 
large, hairy balls bouncing between his thighs, his lips parted and his 
deep, penetrating eyes narrowing as he concentrated on the pleasure 
throbbing between his legs was a sight Aaron would envision for months to 
come.  Beside him Satoshi Ohno, loved and respected by his fellow band 
mates, affectionately nicknamed by them Ohji-chan, Young Prince, stroked his 
now erect cock with his long, artist fingers.  Except for being two inches 
shorter and a few pounds lighter, he and Sho had identical physiques, thirty 
inch chests, thirty-five inch hips, and twenty-seven inch waists, their 
muscular, smooth bodies the colour of butterscotch, their thick, jet black 
hair sweeping down over their foreheads as they glanced down at their 
jacking fists.
	To Aaron's right was Matsumoto Jun, five foot eight, a hundred and eighteen 
pounds, chest 30.7, waist 25.2, hips 34.7, cock six inches, balls large and 
pendulous.  His straggly hair, brooding good looks and penetrating gaze and 
innocent face were truly that of a bishounen, the perfect model for a yaoi 
comic.  Sho had told him Jun was a sensitive romantic and Aaron could 
believe that.  Strands of long, black hair swung down over his eyes as he 
pumped his now stiff cock.  Aaron could not wait for the girlish cover boy 
model to spray him with his hot semen.
	To Aaron's left, three inches shorter and a couple pounds lighter but with 
an identical physique, Kazunari Ninomiya, two months younger than Jun, was 
staring down at his pumping fist and his beautiful, tawny-coloured cock, his 
slender, guitar-playing fingers playing a very different instrument that 
night.  What song might the handsome young songwriter compose about this 
night?  Aaron could imagine him on some solitary beach, perched on a rock 
and composing as he watched the sea gulls dipping in the ocean, naked as 
nature intended man to be.  Sho had said he had a strange sense of humour 
and could be very spontaneous.  He sounded like the type of guy he'd get 
along with well on the beaches of Marathon.  What matter that Kazu-chan as 
his band mates affectionately called him could speak little English, and he 
little Japanese?  Aaron inhaled deeply, delighting in Nino's l'eau par Kenzo 
pour homme cologne as he imagined the two of them making hot, passionate 
love on a beach in the Florida Keys.
	Twisting around to look behind him, Aaron ached with desire at the sight of 
Masaki Aiba.  His slim body, long legs, sexy eyes and sensuous lips sent a 
shiver of desire up his spine, and he longed to reach out and embrace the 
hot young stud and to replace his fingers with his own.  The hot Japanese 
stud would be twenty-one in three months, and he would be sixteen.  What 
difference did five years make?  Nothing in a country where wajashudo was a 
revered and long-established custom.  Aaron inhaled deeply, imprinting the 
image of the hot young sax player slowly stroking his stiff cock and the 
fragrance of his Versace Blue Jeans cologne in his mind.  Sho had said Aiba 
was hyper-nutty.  Aaron smiled.  The same had been said about him at one 
time as a blond moppet prankster hanging around his big brother and the 
members of the Back Street Boys.
	Aaron was erect and aching.  Nobody had said anything about him not 
masturbating too, but he decided not to.  He wanted to concentrate on and 
enjoy the climaxes of the five young man jerking off around him.  Who would 
be first?  Would they all come at the same time?  What would it be like, 
having them spray his naked body with their hot juices?  Historically it was 
to humiliate and to show power.  That was so hot.  Though that was not their 
intent now, it was humiliating in a way, sitting there naked in the middle 
of the room with five guys about spray you with their stuff.  That was a 
power thing in a way.  His cock throbbed and jerked between his legs, the 
foreskin having slipped back to form a collar about his cockhead.  A droplet 
of clear pre-cum oozed out the tip.  He reached down and smeared the sticky, 
clear fluid over his exposed knob, enjoying the feel of its sticky 
sliminess.  Looking up to find Aiba looking down at him and smiling, Aaron 
quivered as another droplet oozed out of the tip of his throbbing cock.
	The small room had grown hot and stuffy and the five hot, naked young men 
panted and sweated with arousal.  The mixed fragrance of the different 
colognes was now replaced by a more natural fragrance, that of sweat and 
hot, swelling balls of young men, the fragrance of young men in heat.  
Intent now on their climaxes, the five horny young pop stars beat their hot, 
stiff cocks rapidly and with unabashed delight, grunting and panting with 
the pleasure pulsating through their young, throbbing cocks and the tension 
rapidly developing in their loins.
	Sho stepped up closer to Aaron and aimed his cock directly at his face.  
His thin, muscular chest rose and fell as he gasped for breath, his smooth 
butterscotch skin beaded with sweat.  Throwing his head back in ecstasy as 
he erupted, he directed the first squirt along Aaron's right eyebrow, and 
the second over the left in what was known in the bukkake world as painting 
the eyebrows.  His remaining squirts he allowed to splatter Aaron's face, 
his forehead, his nose, and his cheeks.  His cum was thick and white and 
slowly oozed down Aaron's nose and cheeks, leaving behind a slimy, 
glistening trail.  Standing directly above Aaron, he squeezed his throbbing, 
aching cock, milking out the remainder of his cum and dribbling it on the 
top of his head.  Aaron ached to release a load himself as Sho had him reach 
up with both hands and work the hot, sticky slime into his fine blond hair, 
the ultimate male hair conditioner.  The feel of his hot slime lining his 
eyebrows and hanging on his cheeks as he worked the slimy cream into his 
hair caused Aaron to tense with the strange ecstasy.
	Nino chose what was known as a tit shot, aiming his shots at Aaron's pert 
nipples.  Aaron's cock twitched with renewed arousal as Nino's thick, creamy 
cum struck first one nipple and then the other.  His nipples immediately 
stiffened as the hot slime coated them and began to ooze down his smooth 
chest.  After coating his nipples and spattering his chest with his hot 
seed, Nino also stood above Aaron and milked out the remainder of his cum, 
and like Sho, he had Aaron work the fresh cream into his scalp with his 
fingers already sticky from Sho's hot juice.
	Aiba was next, the sensuous sax player tossing his head back and his long, 
black hair out of his eyes as he spattered Aaron's smooth back, his hot 
streamers of cum lacing the boy's skin as hot as any whip.  Aaron trembled 
in ecstasy as he felt the hot stud's thick cream oozing down his back.  With 
his arms raised as he ran his sticky fingers through his now slick and 
spiked hair, his pits were invitingly exposed and Aiba finished off with a 
final spurt of his nut sauce in Aaron's right pit and then as it began to 
ooze down his side aiming his swollen, blood-engorged cock at the fine blond 
hairs of Aaron's left arm pit as he milked out his remaining cream.
	Having Aaron unfold his legs so instead of kneeling and sitting with his 
haunches on the back of his heels he had his legs crossed lotus style in 
front of him, his right foot on his left thigh and vice versa, Ohno, rapidly 
pumping his aching, throbbing cock, squatted down before him.  Totally 
unaware of Aaron's foot fetish, he shot his load on his feet, his hot, thick 
cum lacing the sole and back of first one foot and then the other and oozing 
between his toes, sending Aaron's cock into a wild jerking frenzy.  His lips 
parted and gasping for breath, Aaron threw back his head and groaned with 
the unique pleasure of having his tender soles laced with creamy cum, and he 
wiggled his toes in ecstasy as he felt the thick cream ooze between them.  
Gasping for breath himself, Ohno milked his stiff cock, decorating the tips 
of Aaron's frequently photographed feet with his creamy load.
	Jun was last.  The elegant, beautiful youth, the bishounen teenage girls 
across the country shared romantic dreams about, looked down at the 
cum-soaked American teen with lust-filled eyes and ordered him to open his 
mouth and throw his head back, warning him not to swallow.  Aaron did so 
eagerly, opening his mouth wide and closing his eyes in joyful anticipation 
of the treat.  Having been holding himself back, Jun released his load with 
an unabashed ecstatic groan and a quiver of delight.  Shot after shot, hot 
and thick, spurted out of his throbbing cock and into Aaron's eager mouth, 
collecting and flowing over his tongue, filling his mouth with creamy, spicy 
cum.  The unique flavour and texture of his cream, accented by his diet of 
fish and spicy food, sent a shiver up Aaron's spine and caused his cock to 
jerk as a large dollop of pre-cum oozed out of the burning tip.  Saltier 
than the red caviar and more pungent than the shredded daikon soaked in 
lemon juice that Aaron had recently eaten, Jun's nutty, spicy cream 
assaulted Aaron's taste buds and the young fifteen-year-old pop singer 
groaned in unabashed appreciation.  Jun swayed on weakened legs as his own 
head spun with the ecstasy and violence of his ejaculation, his lips parted 
and his slanted eyes practically closed as he milked his stiff, throbbing 
cock and his remaining cum oozed out of his cock and dripped in thick 
streamers into Aaron's mouth.
	Having Aaron cup his hands and spit his cum out, Jun ordered Aaron to smear 
it over his swollen balls and stiff cock.  The eroticism of smearing the 
bishounen's juice over his own genitals himself and the feel of the Japanese 
youth's hot, thick slime oozing over his balls and about his stiff, aching 
cock brought Aaron off without a single stoke.  The young teen pop star 
threw back his head and groaned in ecstasy, his own hot cum spurting up into 
the air and spraying his heaving stomach and smooth thighs.  His peehole 
burned with pleasure and his stiff cock throbbed as streamer after streamer 
shot from his pistol and laced his flushed, cum-smeared body, the taste of 
Jun's cum on his lips and the slime dripping from his fingers.
	Getting a plastic spoon and bowl from the bamboo tray, Ohno squatted down 
and began to scoop up the cum from Aaron's body, collecting the puddles of 
creamy slime where it had collected in the folds of his stomach and creases 
where his legs joined his body.  The streamers and spatters on his back, 
chest and feet were added to the bowl and finally the spatters on his face.  
Stirring the slimy mixture with a suggestive grin and gleam in his eyes, he 
scooped up a spoonful of the thick goo and fed it to their gaijin guest.  
Aaron clamped his lips down and drew the creamy custard into his mouth and 
savoured it before swallowing.  His cock twitching with arousal, Ohno handed 
the spoon and bowl to Sho.
	One by one the five naked Japanese heartthrobs squatted before Aaron and 
scooped up a tablespoon of the slimy sperm pudding and with a leer fed it to 
the young American.  Watching the young teen obediently slip his lips over 
the spoon and suck in their offering and swallow it, his body glistening and 
sticky from their slime shower and his hair spiked with their creamy goo, 
each of the young men felt his limp cock begin to rise again.  They inhaled 
deeply, sucking in the heavy, cum-scented air as they reached down and began 
to stroke their swelling cocks once again.  After all, they were young and 
healthy, and it was not every day they had the opportunity to treat a hot 
young American star to one of Japan's oldest cultural traditions.

Arashi ga yatte kuru!
Get ready!  We gonna have a party!
Arashi ga yatte kuru!
Get ready!  Why don't you join us?

***The above is the sole responsibility of the poster.***

Moderator: jtmichcock@yahoo.com
Questions to Moderator: assgm2000@hotmail.com
On the Web: http://www.assgm.net
Email Story Submissions to: assgm@stump.algebra.com
Guidelines/FAQ: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/assgm-list/files/
Mailing Lists: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/assgm-list (all posts) and
http://groups.yahoo.com/group/assgm-mm (adult pairings only)
20051218041109
