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Caution/Welcome.  It is June 2004 with Jesse McCartney and his mom moving to 
LA where he is filming his new television series, "Summerland," only to find 
Aaron is heading off to Maryland on the beginning of his summer tour.  What 
can the two lovers do but make the best of the little time they have, and 
where better than a secluded cave eighteen miles north of Malibu?  Although 
incorporating many real facts, this story does not reflect nor imply a real 
event nor the real sexuality of these two hot young performers.  If you do 
not like reading gay fantasies about celebrities, young, passionate love, or 
hot sex between teen lovers, this is where you stop and hit the back or 
delete key and wait for the next story. This is the fifty-ninth of 
standalone stories in a series of Aaron Carter and Friends fanfic gay 
fantasies and chronologically follows the story "I am Boy, I am Joy."  Jesse 
McCartney has been in seven stories in this series (15, 16, 22, 29, 31, 42 
and 51).  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.  Lyrics to "Beautiful Soul" are copyright by 
Jesse McCartney and Buena Vista Music Group.  Comments can be sent to the 
author J.O. Dickingson at authorsix@hotmail.com

AARON AND JESSE: YOUNG LOVE

	Aaron stared out across the ocean.  A breeze had come up, turning the sea 
from its normally vivid blue-green to a dirty, dull pea-soup green with dark 
waves and whitecap frothing as the wind whipped the water into higher and 
higher swells.  The pier was almost deserted except for an older couple, 
obviously tourists from their clothing and the camera strapped about the 
guy's neck, and a handsome, trim young man in his early twenties walking his 
Dalmatian.  Everyone else had left with the darkening skies.  He loved the 
sea.  He'd lived on the coast all his life, the Pacific and the Atlantic.  
The two oceans were as different as night and day, something inland dwellers 
couldn't understand, but he loved them both.  The sky had darkened suddenly 
and an unexpected summer storm was brewing on the horizon.  Not exactly the 
most beautiful day and certainly not one for making love on the beach as he 
had intended, but it was beautiful just the same.  Everything about the 
ocean was beautiful.  It was its own master, submitting to nobody and to 
nothing, sun, wind, cold, it did not matter.  It did its own thing when it 
wanted and how it wanted.  Aaron admired it for that, and respected it.  The 
ocean was like a person really, with its own personality, its own moods.
	His own mood was mellow.  He'd gotten a letter from Trevor Blumas that 
morning, bringing back memories of the hot time he'd had with Trevor and 
later with Trevor and his boyfriend Christopher Hayden just two months ago, 
the last week of March.  He envied the two of them, comfortable with their 
gayness, living together as lovers.  If the stupid government ever legalized 
gay marriages they'd probably be among the first to walk down the aisle.  
The government wasn't likely to let that happen though, not with George W. 
Bush at the helm.  Hell, he was taking them back to the dark ages.  The day 
he'd be able to walk down the beach hand in hand with a boy and kiss him on 
the lips without being stared at and worrying about some redneck bashing 
their heads in was so far into the future it couldn't even be imagined.
	Trevor had said the premier of his latest film "Prom Queen" in Toronto had 
been a big hit, and he'd wished Aaron could have come up to see it.  He'd 
been tempted to, but he was sure Hayden would be flying back from Australia 
where he was filming the next Star Wars film to be with Trevor on that 
special occasion.  It would be a big night for the two lovers and he didn't 
want to intervene.  It had been on television yesterday, June the first, but 
he didn't know which channel and hadn't been able to find it.  Maybe it 
wasn't being televised yet in California.  The film was based on a true 
story, about a high school boy who'd faced the wrath of his school principal 
and school board and probably God Himself in insisting on bringing his 
boyfriend to his prom.  Trust a country like Canada to dare produce a film 
like that.  There was even talk about Canada legalizing gay marriages.  Mike 
said there were a lot of gays who were planning on travelling to Canada to 
get married if that happened, some even to live there, and a lot to visit.
	Taking home schooling, he wouldn't be having a prom, if he ever did 
graduate.  What with his singing career and his acting stints now in LA, he 
wasn't so sure if he'd finish school.  Jesse said he'd be crazy not to.  
Jesse had decided to finish off his grade eleven year with a tutor, and 
planned on taking his final year by correspondence through his school back 
in New York, Ardsley High School, so he could graduate with his classmates.  
That would be awesome, going to Jesse's grad as his escort, dancing with him 
at his prom.  Yeah, right.  That would never happen.  Right now both he and 
Jesse were keeping their sexual preferences under wraps, deep in the closet 
behind last year's shoes actually.
	To keep up the charade and continue the image of being a player that he'd 
been fostering, he'd made a point of accompanying Tami Farrell, Miss Teen 
USA 2003, to her photo shoot and taking her out to a movie where he knew 
they'd be seen, and he'd even called Lindsay Lohan up and tentatively 
rekindled their supposed romance, knowing she'd find some way to let the 
media know for her own bitch purposes.  Sure, Farrell was 19 and he was 16, 
but age didn't have anything to do with love, and even less to do with sex.  
Besides, last week he'd made a point the media see him with Brooke Bollea, 
the sixteen-year-old daughter of Hulk Hogan, at the opening game of the 
Stanley Cup finals between the Tampa Bay Lightning and Calgary Flames, and 
he had plans to see her again.
	"Hey, why so glum, chum?"
	Aaron started as he twisted around, and his frown turned into a broad grin 
at the sight of the one person he did enjoy being with, and whom he loved 
more dearly than his own brother, Jesse McCartney.  Jesse had been out in 
California these past two months filming, having gotten a choice role in the 
new WB film "Summerland."  Unfortunately, between his career and Jesse's, 
they hadn't had much time to see each other, it seeming like when he had a 
free day Jesse was tied up and when Jesse had a day off he had a commitment 
he could not get out of.  Now Jesse had moved out to LA with his mom to 
continue filming, and he was about to take off on his summer Radio Disney 
Concert tour.  Sometimes life sucked, big time.
	He and Jesse had known that it would be difficult for them though, for a 
long time, more than a year ago, back when he was still living with his 
mother and father at the compound in Marathon and Jesse was performing in 
New York and attending Ardsley.  That seemed like another age in another 
world.  They'd agreed back then that they would not tie each other down, and 
that they were too young and life had too much to offer to expect each other 
to be celibate while they were apart.  Actually, he knew Jesse knew his 
insatiable love for cock and had made the greater sacrifice, letting him 
seek out sexual partners in Jesse's absence.  Jesse himself was too wound up 
with his singing and his career to have much time for socializing or sex, 
and he had too much to risk socializing with the sex he preferred.  So, like 
himself, he'd put up a front, telling the fan mags and interviewers how hot 
it was to be in California, and how he was looking to checking out the Cali 
girls and shit like that.  If they only knew which sex he really was into, 
and who he'd been hoping to have more time to check out!
	"Hey, lover, was just missing you is all," Aaron said as Jesse plunked 
himself down beside him.  The two boys wanted to kiss, but sitting there in 
the open on the Venice Pier, where the two boys had agreed to meet after 
Jesse finished his shoot at nearby Marina Del Rey, someone was sure to see, 
and with their luck probably someone who recognized them and had a camera.  
Their eyes conveyed the love they could not express, and their regret.
	"Sorry I'm late.  Some last minute details with the producer.  If this 
storm moves in and stays, we might have to do some inside shots tomorrow."
	"I hope it does move in, and you have to totally cancel filming tomorrow, 
and all the airports have to close so I can't fly out to Maryland on Friday 
so we can have two whole days to do nothing but snuggle in bed and make 
love."
	"I'd love that," Jesse said with a smile, daring to give Aaron a hug.  Good 
buddies did hug each other.  The two glanced out at the dark, billowing 
clouds.
	"I love the sea," Aaron said as he stared out at the tossing, grey ocean.  
"It's wild and free, totally unconfined and uninhibited, and yet familiar 
and comforting.  It can be calm and smooth as glass, or wild and turbulent.  
Peaceful and idyllic one moment, hostile and life-threatening the next."
	"Just like you, love," Jesse said with a smile.
	"Hey, me, life-threatening?" Aaron asked.  He felt so damn good when they 
were together.  "So, where do you want to go to eat.  As if I don't know."
	"Bet you don't."
	"Hmm, let me guess," Aaron said, pretending to concentrate.  "Sushi Hara."  
Both boys loved sushi and had discovered Sushi Hara on Admiralty Way, close 
and convenient to where Warner Brothers was shooting their beach scenes.  
Even better, it was not the type of place their fans frequented.  They had 
eaten there on several occasions totally undisturbed.
	"Wrong."
	"What?  No sushi tonight?"
	"Com'on," Jesse said, getting to his feet.
	"So where we going?"
	"Just follow me," he said with a grin.
	Climbing into Jesse's BMW M3, Aaron having been dropped off at the pier by 
his agent Mike Ryan earlier, Jesse pulled out of the Venice Pier parking lot 
onto Washington Boulevard, which separated Venice Beach from Marina Del Rey 
where "Summerland" was being shot.  Turning north on Pacific Avenue and 
driving through Ocean Park and Santa Monica, Jesse just smiled when Aaron 
asked again where they were going.  As Jesse continued north on Palisades 
Beach Road and on along the Pacific Coast Highway, Aaron was surprised when 
they drove past Malibu where he'd guessed Jesse was taking them and where 
they'd spent beach time and dined out together in the past.  Even more to 
his surprise twenty minutes later Jesse pulled off on an unmarked dirt road, 
actually barely more than a pair of tire tracks, in Point Mugu State Park.
	Taking a basket and cooler out of the trunk, along with some blankets, the 
two teenage boys headed down a steep, narrow trail skirting along the rim of 
a river canyon.  Rounding a rocky bluff that plummeted to the ocean below, 
they cut across a narrow ledge to a cave whose entrance was almost hidden by 
chaparral and gnarled, weathered sycamore.  It had been cut into the bluff 
so that it looked up the canyon they had been following and out over the 
ocean.
	"How the fucking hell you ever find this place?" Aaron asked in amazement 
as he caught his breath.
	"Dude, when you're scouting the coastline for secluded spots where you and 
your lover can get totally lost and totally personal, you'd be surprised the 
lengths you'd go to in order to find a place like this," Jesse said with a 
smile.

	Aaron dropped the blankets that he was carrying and wrapped his arms about 
Jesse and the two teenage boys kissed long and passionately.  Jesse inhaled 
deeply, delighting in the fresh, erotic fragrance of Aaron's cologne and his 
fine, blond hair.  His breath, sharp and minty from the gum he'd been 
chewing, and the sweetness of his young lips lingered on Jesse's.  Closing 
his eyes, he drew Aaron to him and kissed him again, his fresh, perfumed 
body and hair and the rush of their extended kiss causing his head to spin.  
The two teenagers looked deep into each other's eyes, the pending storm and 
entire world momentarily forgotten.

I don't want another pretty face
I don't want just anyone to hold
I don't want my love to go to waste
I want you and your beautiful soul
You're the one I wanna chase
You're the one I wanna hold
I won't let another minute go to waste
I want you and your beautiful soul.

	Jesse had been looking forward to this moment all day, and as he'd recited 
his lines and stood there on the hot, sandy beach waiting for his cues that 
afternoon, the humidity making the heat all the more extreme and unbearable, 
time seemed to have slowed to a snail's pace, and he was sure the day's 
shoot was never going to end.  As the humidity increased and the sun blazed 
down relentlessly, he found himself raising an arm and checking the odour of 
his pits every few minutes.  "Twenty-four hour extra strength for the active 
man," the ad had said.  As he'd checked on the hike down, he'd been 
delighted to find the manufacturer's claim had held true.
	Aaron had been looking forward to this moment all day also.  No matter how 
many guys he'd had sex with in the past, no matter how hot it had been and 
how much he'd enjoyed it, there would never be anyone as fabulous as Jesse, 
nor sex so enjoyable as it was between the two of them.  Jesse was a 
teen-girl magnet with his green eyes, fine blond hair, and sexy eyes behind 
those long, feathery lashes, never mind of course his smooth, muscular body, 
which was being exposed at every possible opportunity by the producers of 
"Summerland," which would totally delight the seventeen-year-old 
heartthrob's teenage fans, girls and boys alike.  Aaron was not fooling 
himself.  He knew he had male fans himself, something that some dumb bitch 
of a fan had tried to make a big deal of in one of his interviews, along 
with asking him dumb questions like if he was single and if he was hairy, 
and how many inches he was.  He hadn't bothered trying to remember her name, 
nor the fan club she was writing for.  It was the best he could do to keep a 
civil tongue.  Anyway, Jesse had to have male fans too, a lot of them.
	That did not bother Aaron.  Actually, it made his love for Jesse all the 
stronger.  Others might dream and fantasize about making out with the hot 
teenage singer and actor, but Aaron knew it was he who held Jesse's heart.  
As he drew him close and they kissed once again, the blood now racing in 
their veins and lust swelling in their loins, he inhaled deeply, delighting 
in the familiar fragrance of Jesse's cologne, Acqua di Gio by Armani, a 
fragrance he would always associate with Jesse and which he'd never tire of. 
  Pulling up on his tapered, short-sleeved T, the orange cotton material 
stained dark around the underarms and down the back with sweat, he pulled it 
out of Jesse's khaki shorts and over Jesse's head.  He could not help but 
notice Jesse slyly checking his pits for at least the tenth time in the past 
hour and a half since they'd met.
	"Don't worry lover, your deodorant is working fine," Aaron said with a 
smile.  "I love the scent by the way.  Very sexy and unusual.  What is it?"
	"Touch, by Axe," Jesse replied with a sheepish grin.  "I came over to the 
pier right after the shoot.  There was no place where we could shower except 
at the public showers on the beach, and I wasn't about to take that chance."
	"Selfish boy," Aaron reprimanded as he drew Jesse close to him and cupped 
his buttocks.  "Don't you know there are thousands of girls out there that 
would die to see you naked, not to mention all the guys secretly pining away 
for your hot bod?"
	"Just thousands?" asked Jesse.  "Thanks a lot."
	"Hundreds of thousands?  Millions?" Aaron laughed as Jesse unbuttoned his 
shirt and slipped it off.  Like Jesse's T, the back and underarms of his 
light blue shirt were stained with sweat from the humid evening and the hike 
to the cave.
	"Smells like your deodorant is working fine too," Jesse observed.  "It 
something new?  I don't recognize it."
	"Sport Fever by Adidas.  I like the way it smells, clean and fresh, you 
know, without smelling like flowers or fruit or something."
	"Hmmm," replied, Jesse, bending over and taking a deep breath. "I dunno, 
smells like a fruit to me," he said with an impish grin.
	"You're funny," Aaron chuckled as he undid Jesse's belt and unbuttoned the 
top of his shorts.  "You could stink of day-old sweat and you'd still turn 
me on," he added as he pulled down Jesse's fly and eased down his shorts.
	He smiled as he ran his fingers over Jesse's powder blue silk underwear as 
Jesse undid his own belt and unbuttoning the top of his shorts, pulled down 
his fly to reveal Aaron was wearing an identical pair of silk boxers.  Jesse 
smiled too as he ran his fingers over the smooth, glossy material, 
delighting in its feel.  Knowing how it felt against his own smooth buttocks 
and against his balls and cock, which had begun to swell, he knew how it 
felt for Aaron.  Nick having initially boughten Aaron a pair and Aaron 
having commented on how great they felt, the two teenage boys had gone out 
shopping together to buy each other a pair, having finally decided, after 
much chuckling and not a little embarrassment stepping up to the sales 
clerk, to buy each other identical underwear.
	Now as the two teenagers ran their fingers over the silk underwear and 
caressed each other's buttocks as they pressed their smooth, naked chests 
against each other, they began to swell even faster, and feeling the other's 
cock rising hasten their own stiffening.  As Aaron slipped his fingers under 
the elastic band of Jesse's boxers, he felt Jesse's fingers doing the same, 
and the two hot, young celebrities eased each other's undergarment down 
together, freeing their young members which sprang to attention.  Untying 
their runners and removing them and stepping out of their shorts and 
underwear, the two boys stood there naked save for their socks and 
necklaces.  Aaron was wearing a fine silver chain with a topaz, a Christmas 
gift from Jesse who'd said in a poem he'd written himself that the gem 
reminded him of Aaron's deep blue eyes and how precious he was.  Jesse had 
chosen to wear for the photo shoot and for this special evening the shell 
necklace Aaron had given him for landing the role of Bradin Westerly in WB's 
"Summerland."
	Pressing their hot, naked bodies together, the two teens kissed 
passionately, Aaron slipping his tongue in Jesse's mouth while Jesse 
squeezed and massaged Aaron's buttocks.  As he sucked Aaron's tongue into 
his mouth, he felt Aaron's long, stiff cock throb against his belly where it 
had become trapped between them, lined up along his own long, aching cock.  
Running his hands over Aaron's hips, Jesse slipped them up along his waist 
and solid abs up to his smooth, broad chest.  He ran his fingers over the 
firm muscle, kept solid with a rigorous exercise these past few months 
augmented by Aaron's daily practice sessions as he went over the routines 
for his upcoming Disney tour.  He'd allowed himself to get soft and flabby 
after his Jukebox tour, something that was easy as he spent his days on his 
butt composing and consoling himself over the troubles with his mother by 
stuffing his face with all the things he loved to eat and shouldn't and 
dipping into the booze and stash of pot readily available at Nick's.  Mike 
had been angry with him and had been ruthless in getting him back in shape, 
and he knew the agent was right.
	Jesse hadn't had the same problem, having kept busy performing right up 
until his move to the west coast, knowing the importance of keeping yourself 
in the eyes of your fans if you're going to hold onto them no matter how 
good you are, and quite simply just enjoying being out on the stage 
performing, something the two of them had in common.  Of course Jesse had 
the added incentive of knowing his body and looks were going to be just as 
important as his acting, maybe even more so, in his upcoming television 
series.
	As Aaron copied Jesse and released his hold of Jesse's delightfully small, 
compact butt and ran his fingers up along his impossibly narrow waist and up 
over his smooth chest, the skin just as silky as his boxers, he realized 
just how perfect and how delightful the seventeen-year-old actor's body was. 
  Finally removing his tongue from Jesse's mouth, he brushed his lips 
lightly against Jesse's as he ran his fingertips over Jesse's firm breasts, 
slowly circling his nipples in an ever so slowly tightening spiral.  Around 
and around his fingers went, coming closer and closer to those pert, 
sensitive buds, until at last he brushed the tender protuberances and 
surrounding areola ever so gently with the tips of his fingers.  Jesse 
quivered with the shock of pleasure piercing his nipples and causing his 
stiff cock to throb where it was still trapped between his and Aaron's flat 
stomachs.
	Jesse did likewise, caressing Aaron's firm pecs, his fingers also making a 
gradually tightening circle, coming closer and closer to those sensitive 
nubs, but unlike Aaron, as his fingers approached the tender, dark areola 
surrounding them, they slowly began to circle his nipples with a widening 
spiral, working back out until his fingertips were following the curvature 
of Aaron's smooth, sculptured, teenage chest.  Once again his fingers slowly 
approached those tender buds, by which time his own nipples were burning 
with the arousal caused by Aaron's caressing and fiddling, and for the 
second time at the last possible moment they veered out and spiralled away 
from the now aching nipples, aching not because of Jesse's touch, but 
because of the lack.
	As Jesse's fingertips approached for a third time Aaron bit his lower lip 
in anticipation, and he practically shrieked as Jesse finally touched his 
nipples, running the tips of his fingers over them ever so gently with a 
feather-light touch.  He pressed his lips against Jesse's and the two boys 
sucked in as Jesse caressed Aaron's rapidly swelling nipples with tight, 
concentric circles and Aaron rubbed Jesse's now firm, aching rosebuds with 
the palm of his hands.  Breathing heavily now, sucking in the air perfumed 
by their teenage cologne and antiperspirants, the two boys trembled with 
delight.  Aaron sighed as Jesse's hot breath brushed against his cheek and 
then along his neck as he slowly began to crouch.  Feeling his teenage 
lover's hot breath continue across his chest and then blow on his irritated 
nipples, first one and then the other, Aaron quivered and moaned with pure 
ecstasy.  As he felt Jesse's soft, moist lips brush against those sensitive, 
swollen buds, his thighs went weak and desire ached between his legs.
	Jesse paused there, brushing Aaron's nipples with his lips and his breath 
caressing them, sending Aaron into spasms of delight and causing the sixteen 
year old's stiff cock to throb and twitch with lust.  Slipping his lips 
about one, Jesse slowly sucked on it, the moistness and heat of his mouth 
and the suction causing the trembling sixteen year old to moan with the 
combination of pleasure and pain piercing his attacked nipple.  Jesse's 
tongue swept over the hard, aching protuberance, causing it to ache and burn 
with exquisite pain while Aaron's cock jerked uncontrollably.  Jesse skipped 
his lips across Aaron's smooth, sweating chest to his other nipple, and 
while the first throbbed hotly and felt surprisingly wet and vulnerable in 
the humid, evening air, the second was enveloped by Jesse's hot, moist 
mouth.  Again Aaron arched his back as Jesse sucked on his second nipple and 
ran his hot, rough tongue over the sensitive, swollen protuberance.
	Standing up again, Jesse began to gyrate, twisting his hips rhythmically to 
an unheard tune, rubbing his pubes against Aaron's, his stiff cock against 
Aaron's ripped abs, and his stiff, irritated nipples against Aaron's smooth, 
sweat-slick chest.  Aaron inhaled sharply as Jesse's swollen nipples brushed 
against his, as his hot cockhead, the skin pulled right back over the glans, 
rubbed against the rim of his glans, similarly exposed and vulnerable.  The 
stimulation from his glans and from his protruding, irritated nipples sent 
shocks of arousal through his blood-engorged flesh, causing it to throb and 
to ache with that sweet pain just before ejaculation.
	Jesse was feeling the same arousal, the burning pleasure piercing his 
nipples causing his long, throbbing cock to ache with the same sweet pain.  
He flexed his knees so he could rub his cock against Aaron's now tight, 
swollen balls, prodding the swollen orbs with his hot dickhead.  He rubbed 
it along Aaron's smooth inner thighs, stroking the sensitive skin with the 
most sensitive part of his own body.  Slowing standing, he placed his hands 
on Aaron's shoulders and guided him down so he could caress his sweat-slick 
chest with his dickhead.  He ran the knob over his still swollen nipples.  
As Aaron crouched further Jesse rubbed his cock against the teenage singer's 
downy cheeks, and along his upper lip and under his nose.  His stiff, hot, 
fleshy wand transformed Aaron into a quivering, aching puppet, jerking and 
gasping with the maddening desire to shoot off a load.  He himself was close 
to shooting as he drew Aaron back to his feet and he rubbed his dickhead 
along Aaron's smooth, sweat-slick stomach rapidly and desperately.  As his 
cock throbbed hotly, he shivered with the pleasure and with the anticipation 
of his ejaculation.
	Aaron threw his head back and inhaled deeply.  He could smell Jesse's cock 
on his upper lip.  Having had his body rubbed from lips to knees by that 
delightful tube of flesh, his entire body had to smell like Jesse's cock, 
and there was no other fragrance more delightful nor more erotic.  It was 
with that thought that he at last reached his climax, his cum racing up the 
core of his swollen, aching cock and shooting out the tip with a burning 
delight, the force so great his cum shot up into the air and struck Jesse's 
smooth chest above the nipples.  Spurt after spurt erupted from his body, 
spattering Jesse with creamy white globules which immediately began to ooze 
down his chest, along the indentation between his breasts, down over each 
breast and over each nipple, down over tanned, ripped abs and flat pink 
stomach to his thick, curly blond hairs.
	Jesse erupted too, similarly spraying Aaron with his hot, creamy juice, 
streamer after streamer lacing the younger singer's smooth, sweating body 
and oozing down his skin in slimy trails.  He'd not shot one off for the 
last two weeks, being too busy and too exhausted to even jerk one off, and 
besides, wanting to save up for the session he'd been trying to have with 
Aaron.  Two weeks of pent up semen is a lot for a healthy seventeen-year-old 
boy, and Aaron was the happy recipient of the result of his abstinence.  
Hot, thick streamers laced his chest and hung in pearly pendants from his 
nipples.
	The two boys embraced tightly, their cum streaked bodies pressed together 
as their lips met in a long, passionate kiss.  Cum continued to flow out of 
their dual fountains, flowing now down over the blood-engorged knobs and 
down their shafts to their tightly constricted balls.  They inhaled and 
exhaled deeply, the musky fragrance of fresh semen combining with the 
fragrance of their perfumed bodies.  Their chests rose and fell with 
exertion and pleasure as they stood there in the cave, the storm brewing 
outside momentarily forgotten in the pleasure that only two boys in love can 
know.
	Finally crouching down, Aaron ran his tongue over Jesse's chest, lapping up 
a smeared streamer of cum, likely his own, and then a blotch of 
semi-translucent slime on Jesse's breast, likely Jesse's transferred from 
his own chest when they'd embraced.  The creamy texture and faint 
mushroom-like flavour was delightful.  Sticking out his tongue, he hungrily 
lapped up another streamer.  Jesse ran a fingertip along Aaron's chest, 
scooping up a globule of cum, a mixture of his and Aaron's, and popped the 
creamy treat in his mouth.  Closing his lips about his finger, he slowly 
drew it back out, leaving behind the creamy globule.  Savouring the slimy, 
mildly tart treat, he hungrily scooped up another puddle from Aaron's body.  
The two boys said nothing for the next few minutes as they stood there and 
licked and wiped each other clean.
	"Ready for something to eat?"
	"Oh yeah.  I seem to have worked up an appetite," Aaron replied with a 
grin.  He was curious what Jesse had brought.
	Stacking some of the smaller pieces of dead sycamore he'd collected and 
left in the cave in the circle of stones near the entrance, which had been 
there when he'd discovered the cave, Jesse started a fire.  Slipping a 
couple foil-wrapped potatoes into the fire and placing a metal rack on the 
stones, he began to grill a half dozen large softshell crabs, basting them 
with lemon butter while Aaron spread out the blankets and spread out their 
lunch.  Opening a jar of Fusano California Picnic Mix, the two boys snacked 
on sliced red peppers, Sicilian olives, garlic and pepperoneini pickled in a 
white wine vinaigrette.  The storm reached the shoreline, the sky now a 
solid black and the wind and rain assaulting the bluff with a fury, but the 
angle of the cave and the overhang protected the boys from the storm.
	Dry and warmed by the cooking fire, they sat down to a feast of grilled 
crab in lemon butter flavoured with a hint of sycamore from the campfire 
smoke, slices of cheddar cornbread toasted over the fire, hot baked potatoes 
with sour cream and a sprinkling of bacon bits and green onions, and a large 
taco salad from Wendy's, accompanied by a bottle of 1998 Chardonnay from the 
Napa Valley Jesse had an older friend buy for him.
	"Ah, man, that was something wonderful," sighed Aaron as he finished off 
the last of the crab legs.
	"Glad you liked it."
	"Liked it?  Loved it!  It was so totally delicious, and having it with you 
made it perfect."
	Jesse smiled.  Slipping an arm about him, Aaron gave him a gentle, loving 
kiss, their breaths now smelling of crab and wine and their lips tasting of 
lemon butter.  Of course Jesse returned the kiss, and as the two boys 
embraced, arousal once again flickered in their hearts and in their loins.  
Aaron caressed Jesse's smooth, muscular back.  His surfing practice for his 
television role had hardened his muscles, but they still had the smooth 
contours of a teenage boy.  He kissed his cheeks, and his neck, and his 
right and left breast.  Once again he kissed and brushed his lips against 
Jesse's nipples, but this time he had a different destination in mind.  
Easing Jesse down on his back on the blanket they'd spread out, he continued 
down, down over his abs and his flat stomach.  Bypassing his groin, he 
continued down along his inner thighs, brushing them gently with his lips 
and kissing them and causing Jesse to gasp and squirm with pleasure and his 
dick to begin to rise.  He continued on down over his right knee and down 
his calf to his ankle.  Ever so slowly he began to roll down the white nylon 
sock.
	"I'm afraid they're going to be sweaty and a bit odorous," Jesse observed, 
"what with the heat and wearing my runners all day."
	"All the better," replied Aaron as he continued to roll down his sock, 
exposing his ankle bones, and then easing it over his heel and slowly 
rolling it down his foot.  Jesse had beautiful feet, size nine, with a 
graceful insole and long, slender toes.  His feet were hot, and the 
fragrance of sweat and shoe leather and dirty socks wafted up as Aaron 
revealed his toes.  For many that would be a turnoff, but for Aaron it was a 
fragrance that ranked right up there with cock and Jesse's cologne.
	As Aaron squatted cross-legged on the blanket and raised Jesse's foot and 
began to kiss it, Jesse thought back to one of his last performances before 
leaving New York.  It had been a promo event down at Syracuse Shopping Town 
Mall sponsored by Radio Disney.  He liked performing at smaller events like 
that as it allowed him to get closer to his fans, which was, for him anyway, 
what performing was all about.  He'd said that often in interviews and meant 
it.  Anyway, one of his fans, a good-looking boy his age or maybe two or 
three years younger with gorgeous eyes and an effeminate face, had taken off 
his sock at the meet and greet afterward and given it to him, still warm and 
damp, to sign.  He'd whispered for the boy to stick around for after the 
signing, which of course he eagerly did, and they'd gone out to Wendy's for 
some chicken nuggets and a soda afterward.  The boy sat through it all 
goggle-eyed and thanked him profusely for his autograph, especially 
considering what he'd given him to sign, and confessed, with some 
embarrassment and since by then he was totally enthralled with Jesse, to 
having a particular liking for feet and socks.
	Telling the boy he had to use the washroom, the kid had been perplexed when 
he'd told him to come with him, and couldn't believe it when Jesse motioned 
for him to join him in the handicapped cubicle.  Sitting on the toilet, 
Jesse raised one leg and told the boy to remove his shoe and sock and take a 
good whiff of his hot, sweaty, dirty foot.  The look of disbelief and 
momentarily of total dismay when he'd thought he was being put down and made 
fun of, was gradually replaced by a look of pure joy, and still disbelief, 
the likes of which Jesse had never seen before.  He quickly dropped to his 
knees, unable to believe his teen idol was offering him the opportunity to 
fulfil of one of his hottest and most secret fantasies.  As the boy knelt 
there in the cubicle joyously licking Jesse's salty toes, it was one of 
those incidences where Jesse felt so privileged he had the fame he had and 
could make people so happy because of whom he was.  When he told the boy he 
could keep his socks, you'd think he'd given him a million dollars.
	Of course Jesse was no stranger to having his feet licked.  It had been 
Aaron who had introduced him to the pleasure.  As he lay there now in the 
cave and looked up at Aaron as he ran his tongue along the back of his foot 
and wormed it between his large and second toes with just as much eagerness 
and with just as much delight as the boy had, he was grateful once again for 
being whom he was, having the personality and interests and outlook that he 
had that is, and because of that having become Aaron's lover.  As Aaron ran 
his tongue along his insole, Jesse's cock began to swell.  Taking on a 
dominant role like he was at the moment, sitting there passively while Aaron 
licked and kissed his feet, was erotic, especially knowing that Aaron had a 
masochistic bent, along with many other fetishes.  Jesse quickly began to 
get aroused once again as he lay there watching his lover.  Besides, Aaron 
was the most skilful boy he knew when it came to messing with a guy's feet.
	That was true.  Aaron's delight for feet matched his delight for cock.  
Like Jesse's fan, he was in ecstasy and he slipped his lips over Jesse's 
large toe and sucked it into his mouth.  Running his tongue along the tip of 
the toe as he sucked on it, he glanced down at Jesse laying there on his 
back, his face flushed with arousal and his beautiful green eyes staring up 
at him dreamily, and his cock throbbed with desire.  He was so fortunate to 
have hooked up with Jesse.  With his good looks, his muscular bod, and his 
talent, the seventeen-year-old heartthrob had thousands of girls from coast 
to coast swooning at his feet, and his share of boys besides, but he was the 
only one who had his heart.  He knew the fans in Jesse's many fan clubs, and 
his own, would be devastated to know that they were gay, and shocked, 
perhaps even disgusted, to know that they were in love with each other.  The 
media made a big deal out of the women he was seen with, Hilary and Lindsay 
and Tami Farrell.  Imagine the headlines if they found out about him and 
Jesse.
	Rolling down Jesse's other sock, Aaron held his foot up to his nose and 
inhaled deeply, delighting in the fragrance.  His cock now stiff and 
throbbing with desire, he stuck out his tongue and ran it along the 
underside of Jesse's toes.  They were closer together than his own and 
longer.  Jesse had such beautiful feet.  He hoped that in the television 
series Jesse was filming there'd be plenty of shots of his feet.  There 
would be if he was the cameraman.  He knew already that there would be 
plenty of shots of Jesse's naked chest and his underarms, having learned 
long ago from his agent that fans, as much as they talked about his voice 
and his music, wanted to see skin, in his promo pictures, and on stage, and 
Jesse's fans would be no different.  He had every intention of taping every 
episode of "Summerland" and editing out everything except the scenes with 
Jesse, and he would definitely be freezing the shots of his feet and jerking 
off admiring them and thinking of this evening.
	Worming his tongue between each toe, he was delighted to see Jesse's stiff 
cock jerking with excitement and desire.  Of course he was seeking his own 
pleasure and satisfaction, but they were so much greater when he knew he was 
bringing pleasure and satisfaction to his partner too.  He traced the edges 
of the nail of Jesse's large toe with the tip of his tongue, running it 
along the base where a half moon was just barely visible below the pale pink 
nail, and then along the outer edge, across the top where the nail just 
barely extended beyond the tip of his toe, and then back down the other 
side.  He continued on to the next nail and then the next.  He sucked his 
baby toe into his mouth and clamping his lips tightly about it sucked on the 
tiny digit and then went on to his other foot.
	Jesse was aching to get off, and as Aaron once again worked his way up his 
left foot, running his tongue along the underside and causing him to squirm 
as he felt Aaron's hot, wet tongue tickle his sole, he arched his back and 
groaned with ecstasy.  Aaron continued, running his tongue over his heel, 
and up and around his ankle bone.  Slowly he ran his tongue back up his calf 
and along the sensitive inner sides of his thighs.  Laying there on his 
back, his hips raised in the air, he watched as Aaron ran his long, hot 
tongue over his dangling balls, licking the lower one first and then the 
second.  He slipped his lips over the two of them and sucked them into his 
mouth and gently sucked on them, the suction drawing them deeper into his 
hot, moist mouth.  Jesse felt them roll inside Aaron's mouth as he ran his 
tongue over them.  His rigid cock jerked with excitement.
	Releasing Jesse's eggs, Aaron ran his tongue up his stiff, twitching shaft, 
starting at the base and running the tip of his tongue along the deep blue 
vein that ran up the underside.  He followed the inverted funnel that cleft 
his glans in two, running the tip of his tongue to the tip of his 
blood-engorged glans and flicking the tip against his peehole.  Swirling his 
tongue around his glans like it was the scoop of ice cream on an ice cream 
cone, he began at the tip and swirled down to the rim.  As his hot, wet 
tongue ran along the sensitive edge Jesse's cock jerked and a droplet of 
clear pre-cum oozed out the tip.  Hungrily lapping it up, Aaron returned to 
the rim and ran his tongue around it once more, coaxing out another droplet 
of pre-cum which he again eagerly lapped up.
	Unable to lay still any longer, Jesse, swung his sixteen-year-old lover 
around so that they were laying on the blanket side by side and facing each 
other in the opposite direction with Aaron's long, thick cock and huge, 
dangling balls directly in his face.  Like Aaron had done to him, he leaned 
in closer and ran his tongue over Aaron's large, sweaty balls.  As he 
inhaled, the musky fragrance combined with the salty taste of his nuts 
caused a third dollop of pre-cum to ooze out of Jesse's cock. Feeling 
Aaron's tongue quickly lapping it up, Jesse slipped his lips over Aaron's 
balls and sucked them into his mouth.  How God had ever come up with such an 
ingenious design for a man he would never know, but he was glad that He had.
	As he felt Aaron's hot, moist mouth envelop his glans, he let Aaron's large 
balls slip out of his mouth and he ran his tongue up the shaft of his cock, 
following the blue vein on the underside as Aaron had done to him.  He ran 
the tip of his tongue along the sensitive skin below the mushroom cap of 
Aaron's dick, his foreskin having pulled right back to reveal that 
sensitive, pink flesh.  A large globule of clear pre-cum oozed out the tip 
of Aaron's throbbing, jerking cock. Continuing to tease that tender ring 
below his glans, Jesse coaxed out a second and third dollop before slipping 
his tongue up along the groove on the underside of Aaron's dickhead to lap 
up the sweet clear treat.
	By then Aaron had totally descended on his long, thick cock, all slightly 
more than six and a half inches, just a fraction shorter than Aaron's.  His 
lips were tightly grasping the hairy base of his shaft and the knob of his 
cock was wedged down Aaron's throat.  Jesse resisted the temptation to draw 
back his hips and to begin to face fuck his lover as Aaron deep throated 
him.  Slipping his lips over Aaron's blood-engorged knob and gently sucking 
on it, he basted it with his saliva until his mouth was full and then 
swallowed the cock-flavoured spittle with such delight more pre-cum oozed 
out of his cock and down Aaron's throat.
	Easing his lips back up along Jesse's hot, throbbing shaft until they were 
encircling his glans, Aaron sucked gently on his aching cock.  Maintaining 
the suction, he slowly descended again, this time only going down until 
Jesse's knob brushed against his uvula before reversing and drawing his lips 
up again.  Jesse similarly began to slip his lips up and down Aaron's thick, 
throbbing cock as he sucked on it.  Knowing each other well and having done 
this many times together, they paused occasionally and clamped their lips 
just below each other's knob, killing the urge to shoot and allowing them to 
enjoy the sweet pain developing deep in their loins and causing their knobs 
to itch and ache that much longer.  Sucking in the musky fragrance of each 
other's crotch, they delighted as much in the pleasure throbbing between 
their legs as they did in the pleasure of knowing the delight they were 
bringing each other.
	There is a fine point between delaying that ultimate pleasure to extend it 
and magnify it, and delaying it too long so that it becomes pain and not 
pleasure.  The two lovers knew instinctively when they'd reached that point, 
and knew when to yield to that pleasure, and when to continue beyond to the 
realm of pain and masochism.  This was a night for love and tenderness, not 
pain, and as they reached that peak for the third time they did not stop.  
The pressure that had been building up in their loins finally allowed to 
continue, their swollen balls constricted and their hot, thick lava began to 
race up the core of their benumbed cocks.  Feeling the telltale tremble 
below the knobs in their mouths, the two boys drew their lips up and held 
their breaths as they erupted, their hot, thick juices spurting out of their 
aching cocks and filling each other's mouth.  Spurt after spurt erupted from 
their burning tips, and the two boys trembled and inhaled deeply, the 
violence of their orgasms causing them to jerk and groan in ecstasy.
	Savouring the thick, tart slime in their mouths, they finally swallowed, 
sending ripples of pleasure up their spines. Their numb cocks burning with 
pleasure, they sucked gently on the now overly sensitive knobs, sucking out 
the remaining cream and hungrily swallowing it. They lay there a long time, 
savouring the taste and texture of each other's special juices, delighting 
in the violence of their orgasms and the pleasure of having brought the 
other off.  At long last they sat up, and embracing, sat there in the cave 
and stared out into the blackness and raging storm, lost in the thoughts of 
love and pleasure.

I know that you are something special
To you I'd be always faithful
I want to be what you always needed
Then I hope you'll see the heart in me.

Your beautiful soul, yeah
You might need time to think it over
But I'm just fine moving forward
I'll ease your mind
If you give me the chance
I will never make you cry c'mon let's try.

	"Looks like we might be stranded here all night," observed Jesse.
	"Aw," sighed Aaron, "however will we spend the time."
	"I'm sure we'll think of something," Jesse replied with a smile as the two 
snuggled closer.
	Of course they did. Although they'd come twice that evening, both were 
young, Jesse having turned seventeen just two months ago, and Aaron six 
months away from his seventeenth birthday.  They were also healthy and in 
love. The snuggling once again turned to kisses and caresses.  Snug and 
protected in the cave and the warmth of the fire, the two lovers kissed 
gently, their lips grazing each other.  Their lips and breaths now smelling 
of cum, and the artificial fragrances they'd sprayed their bodies with now 
replaced by the natural fragrances of young, teenage boys, of cock and 
recently spent cum, and the woodsy fragrance of sycamore smoke, the two 
teenagers caressed each other lovingly and gently, running fingers over each 
other's smooth teenage body, their active lives having resulted in firm, 
lean bodies but their muscles just beginning to develop the definition that 
came with age.
	That tenderness and love soon ignited more basic, animalistic passions and 
the kisses gradually became more forceful and the caresses firmer and more 
sexual.  They ran their fingers through each other's fine, blond hair as 
their lips met in long, hot kisses.  They kissed each other's cheeks and 
necks as they caressed deltoids and pecs, as they pressed naked flesh 
against naked flesh.  Lips skipped over smooth teenage chests and encircled 
tender young buds, sucking on them until they became firm and the slightest 
touch sent shocks of painful pleasure through them and through their young 
groins.  Fingers wove through tight curly blond hairs, and cupped once again 
loosely dangling balls and stroked once again limp but swelling young 
manhoods.  Jesse gently traced Aaron's tattoo.  Although now five and a half 
weeks old, it was still tender, though nowhere near as painful as the first 
couple weeks after he'd gotten it.  Even now though, as Jesse gently traced 
the sun burst and the skull it encircled with the tip of his index finger, 
Aaron began to bone up as he recalled the pain sitting there on the chair 
and getting it done, and the embarrassing and highly erotic experience of 
having creamed his boxers.  For many days afterward, he would reach behind 
him and touch the red, swollen tattoo and instantly bone up, and perversely 
continue to touch himself there until he shot off without so much as 
touching his dick.  The sunburst and skull were quite appropriate given his 
diverse, and perverse, interests and nature.
	Having Aaron lay on his back and raise his hips, Jesse sat before him 
cross-legged, and bowing his head, ran his tongue up Aaron's crevice. 
Aaron's swelling cock quickly began to rise as Jesse wormed his tongue into 
his asshole and placing his lips against his butthole sucked on it gently.  
Jesse's spittle filled his rectum as Jesse rimmed him, delighting in 
tonguing his dank butthole as much as Aaron took delight in getting rimmed.  
That was what true love was all about, a person finding delight and pleasure 
in something they knew brought their partner pleasure and delight.  Pulling 
apart Aaron's ass cheeks, Jesse ran his hot tongue around his stretched 
pucker with tantalizing slowness.
	The two teenagers once again stiff and horny, Aaron wrapped his legs about 
Jesse's waist as Jesse knelt between them and positioned the tip of his cock 
against Aaron's spit-slick hole.  Ever so slowly he pressed forward and ever 
so slowly his knob stretched open Aaron's sphincter.  Aaron pushed out, 
opening to Jesse as best he could.  Fraction by fraction Jesse's knob 
stretched open his anus and finally popped inside.  He continued pushing 
forward ever so slowly, gradually sinking his cock up Aaron's hot, moist 
rectum until it was buried up to his balls.  Smiling down at the 
sixteen-year-old singer, Jesse slowly drew his hips back, slowly easing his 
cock back out of his body.  And so the two lovers engaged in that act as old 
as man, probably dating as far back as Cain himself.
	Jesse's cock throbbed and ached with the pleasure of being totally 
surrounded by hot moist ass flesh, and with the delight of having his 
partner working his anus in time with him, constricting it and grasping at 
his cock as he withdrew, relaxing its hold as he sank his cock back in.  He 
set up a rhythm, in and out, his stiff cock and Aaron's rectum pulsating in 
unison.  He leaned forward and kissed his sixteen-year-old boyfriend on the 
lips and Aaron returned the kiss as he lay there on the cave floor being 
gently fucked by his lover.  As their desires grew and their passions once 
again flared, Jesse began to pump faster, his cockhead itching and the 
pressure once again developing in his young loins.  Each time his cockhead 
brushed against Aaron's prostate it sent a shiver of arousal deep through 
his groin, causing his stiff cock to twitch and Aaron to clench his 
sphincter about Jesse's cock.
	The two boys were perspiring, and the sharp, sour odour combined with the 
woodsy smoke and the scent of the sea just as it probably did with teenage 
cave boys thousands of years ago, maybe in that very same cave.  As Jesse 
lunged forward and reared back, plunging his aching, throbbing cock up 
Aaron's hot, and equally aching hole, the storm reached its peak outside, 
flashes of lightening lighting up the cave to reveal the two naked, humping 
boys as it forked down from billowing black clouds to the black, churning 
sea below.  The waves crashed against the bluff in a wild and regular rhythm 
as Jesse and Aaron's bodies bucked and crashed together, their heavy panting 
and groans of ecstasy accompanied by the roar of the sea crashing against 
the bluff far below.
	Pressing his lips against Aaron's, Jesse plunged forward and grasped his 
naked, perspiring body as he felt once again that familiar twang deep up his 
groin and he felt the gush of his jism racing up the core of his cock.  
Their lips still locked together and their arms wrapped about each other, 
their chests heaving and Aaron's legs wrapped about Jesse's waist in a 
scissors lock, the two boys exploded, Jesse's cum shooting deep up Aaron's 
bowels, and Aaron's stiff cock, jerking wildly and his own cum spurting out, 
lacing his naked body and that of his lover.  Shot after shot erupted from 
the tight balls of the two teenagers and they quivered and moaned with the 
ultimate pleasure two lovers can know.  They held each other tightly, their 
groins throbbing and their chests heaving as they sucked in the earthy 
fragrance of fresh cum and sycamore smoke and the stormy sea.
	They finally separated some time later, their cocks having gone limp, their 
passion once again subsided. They sat up and slipped their arms about each 
other as they cuddled in that post climatic bliss.  Outside the storm had 
abated as suddenly as it had come up as summer storms do, the black clouds 
beginning to separate and a beam of white light shining through from heaven. 
  Slowly the sky turned red and purple and orange as the sun began to 
descend below the horizon, sending a hue of colours across the quietening 
sea.  The two lovers turned and kissed, long and tenderly, knowing that no 
matter what happened in the world or what the future brought, their love for 
each other would be forever.

I don't want another pretty face
I don't want just anyone to hold
I don't want my love to go to waste
I want you and your beautiful soul.
You're the one I wanna chase
You're the one I wanna hold
I won't let another minute go to waste
I want you and your beautiful soul.

I know that you are something special
To you I'd be always faithful
I want to be what you always needed
Then I hope you'll see the heart in me.

Your beautiful soul, yeah
You might need time to think it over
But I'm just fine moving forward
I'll ease your mind
If you give me the chance
I will never make you cry c'mon let's try.

Am I crazy for wanting you?
Baby do you think you could want me too?
I don't wanna waste your time
Do you see things the way I do?
I just wanna know if you feel it too
There is nothing left to hide.

I don't want another pretty face
I don't want just anyone to hold
I don't want my love to go to waste
I want you and your beautiful soul.
You're the one I wanna chase
You're the one I wanna hold
I won't let another minute go to waste
I want you and your beautiful soul.

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