Date: Fri, 11 Aug 2006 00:12:15 -0600 From: Dream Spinner Subject: "Aaron: Batty Bwoy Sex on the Down Low 1/4" (celeb, t/t, m/t, interracial) Caution/Welcome. While filming "Fat Albert" Aaron and Omari Grandberry get it on and invite Shad Moss and Zac Hanson to join them while word of two hot teens available for some fun gets around the black rap and reggae recording artists crowd and they are joined by some wanted, and some unwanted, partygoers, ending with Aaron commemorating the occasion in ink. Although incorporating many real facts, this story does not reflect nor imply a real event nor the real sexuality of these celebrities. If you do not like reading gay fantasies about celebrities, hot interracial and intergenerational gay sex, some non-consentual scenes where we find out just how tough some tough rappers are, or tattoos, this is where you stop and hit the back or delete key and wait for the next story. This is the fifty-seventh of 75 standalone stories in a series of Aaron Carter and Friends fanfic gay fantasies and chronologically follows the story "White Meat, Black Bread." Bow Wow (Shad Moss) has been in six stories in this series (8, 19, 21, 35, 51 and 56) and Zac Hanson in one (44). 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 AARON: BATTY BWOY SEX ON THE DOWN LOW, PART 1 OF 4 When Aaron quickly glanced away and had a sudden fascination for the teacher's desk in the front of the set, there was no doubt in Omari's mind that the white boy was checking him out, and unless he was particularly well hung, from the bulge in his trousers he liked what he'd been looking at. That didn't bother the nineteen-year-old rapper cum actor. Actually, the thought of a good-looking white boy on his knees sucking his big black cock was a turn on and he could not help but start getting a bulge in his trousers also. "Cut!" called out Zoel Zwick, the director, and not too happily. "Omari. There a problem?" There was. Once the thought of him and Aaron getting it on had popped into his mind he'd not been able to get it out. He was feeling horny, and he was sitting there in the classroom with a bone on just like he had on more than one occasion back when he was thirteen and in junior high. The difference was that back then it was a real classroom filled with other thirteen- year-old students. At the moment his "classmates" were actors in their teens and early twenties and the classroom was a set at the Twentieth Century Fox studio in Century City. The embarrassment was just the same now as it had been then though. "Sorry." "Okay, let's try it one more time. Kenan, we'll start again with your cue. Now guys, let's try to stay focussed! Time is money!" Omari stayed focussed. Acting was not his first love, but with the breakup of B2K in January and his solo career in singing in its infancy stage, he had to have exposure, not to mention the cash to keep up the lifestyle he'd come to appreciate since joining B2K three years ago as its lead singer. Those three years had been good years, and he'd developed a lot, musically and personally. That had been good, but it had also lead to problems. He had different ideas where the band should be heading and the type of music they should be playing, ideas that the group's leader Raz-B didn't agree with. Besides, Raz-B was their leader, but as lead singer and the youngest member of the band he was getting more attention, which didn't sit well with Raz-B either. That was the start of the internal conflict that eventually lead to the sudden and totally unexpected breakup of the band just weeks after the release of their "You Got Served" soundtrack and barely into their promo tour. There was another reason, one that to his relief Raz-B didn't divulge to the media and so far the band had kept hushed up, more to protect their own asses than his he knew. Raz-B had found a copy of the "Advocate" in his duffel bag and of course demanded to know why he was reading a "fag rag" as if he was his fucking father or something. Words were exchanged and the other band members became involved, saying they didn't want him in the same room when they changed out of their sweaty performing clothes at the end of a performance, and accusing him of checking them out in the showers. Dreux, known by most people as Lil' Fizz, even warned him to stay away from his cousin Jhene, having concluded that his interest in her was just to use her as a cover for his real sexual interest, using her as a beard Dreux had accused, a phrase used to describe a female companion of a homosexual to cover up the fact he was gay. The upshot of it all was that he was planning on leaving the group and striking out on his own, but the issues between the band members went beyond just him and once it was all out in the open the whole group fell quickly apart. "There something wrong?" "Huh?" Omari said as he looked up, Aaron's question having interrupted his thoughts as they waited for their next scene. "You looked sortta down." "Oh. Yeah. Well, just got t'ings on my mind. Not'ing serious, but t'anks fo askin'." "Hey, I know problems, the stress of our careers, personal shit, you name it, believe me." That was very true. His singing career at the moment was in a bit of a slump and his budding acting career, a couple bit parts in a couple low-budget movies, was nothing spectacular. On the personal side, the split between his mother and father had taken a toll on him in particular, emotionally and physically. It had on the others too, but Bobby Jean was too far removed from the situation and had her own life to really care, which actually she didn't, and Nick was old enough to have been able to just move out and relocate in LA, though Aaron didn't know if he'd be able to handle being estranged from both his former mom and his dad like that. As for Angel, well, it is amazing what pot can do. He'd tried it himself a few times, as his bitch of a birth mother had told the media in their own personal dispute earlier in the year, but that wasn't his way to find satisfaction nor a solution to his problems. Now the handsome black boy standing before him, that was a horse of a different colour so to speak. There he could definitely find satisfaction, and a pleasant distraction from his problems. Aaron smiled. He wondered if the black boy was built like a horse. He'd heard all blacks were, and he was more than willing to check that out first hand so to speak. "So, after the shoot you wanna go unwind, shoot a few baskets or something? There's a hoop at Nick's place. Maybe cool off in the pool? Nick's away so I got the whole house to myself this weekend. Some company would be nice." "Sho, dat would be cool. And maybe we can scare up a piece of carrot cake afterward," Omari said with a smile, not needing to think the offer over. It was not that often that he got invited out by a hot-looking guy who was hot to get into his pants. He was interested in having a piece all right, but not of cake, and the carrot he was envisioning came with a pair of balls and a blond thatch. As Aaron drove over to Nick's place where he had been staying since he'd begun filming "Fat Albert" two weeks ago, having his licence now all of four months, and Omari followed in his Mercedes convertible, the two teenagers were both thinking the same thing, and squirming uncomfortably in their seats as their tight jeans pinned their swollen cocks in a most uncomfortable position. It did, however, make the drive to Nick's home in the Hollywood Hills a quick one. It was a hot afternoon, a typical sunny day in LA in late April and they stripped off their shirts as they played some one-on-one in the back yard. The two could not help but admire the muscular build of the other. They were both the same weight, a hundred and thirty-five pounds, and were in good shape, but other than their smooth chests the similarity ended there. At five-foot ten and a half, Aaron was almost three inches taller than Omari despite being three years younger. Omari's muscles, on the other hand, were far more developed and had taken on the angularity and firmness that come with age, and in his case, with his daily workouts and his wrestling hobby. His body was a dark brown, like dark milk chocolate, and even with his Florida tan, Aaron looked white compared to him, and of course his hair was coarse, black and braided and he had the fine wisps of an emerging moustache on his upper lip whereas Aaron's hair was fine, blond and short and his cheeks still downy with adolescent peach fuzz. "Oh man, it's a hot one today," panted Omari as he wiped the sweat from his brow with his forearm and raised his hands in the air in an attempt to cool off his sweaty pits. "Yeah," agreed Aaron, his upper torso streaked with sweat and his own pits uncomfortably damp. He could not help but glance at Omari's hairy pits, which he immediately knew was a mistake as the sight caused a twitch in his shorts and his cock began to rise. "Or is that just an excuse for me trouncing you?" he asked in an attempt to get his mind off sex, but it was going to take a lot more than that to get his mind off having a roll with the handsome black rapper. "I admit, you a better basketball player. Wrestling's more my t'ing." "Oh yeah? Bet I can pin you down." Aaron had no interest nor knowledge about wrestling, but the idea of grappling with the hot, sweaty black teenager, now that was a different matter. "You on," Omari replied despite the heat of the late afternoon, the thought of grappling with Aaron an added incentive on top of the challenge. Omari easily pinned Aaron to the grass, and to be honest, in his attempt to get out from under the sweaty teenager, Aaron was more interested in rubbing up against his hot body. Feeling Aaron's crotch pressing against his as he held the younger boy down, Omari held him down all the longer and enjoyed the growing desire welling up pleasantly between his legs, long enough to enjoy it but not long enough for things to get embarrassing down there. He easily won the second match when Aaron challenged him to two out of three. Challenging Omari to three out of five, Aaron won the third match, much to his surprise, and then after an even longer bout the fourth match too. You didn't have to be a rocket scientist to figure out the obvious that Omari had let him win the two though he hadn't been blatant about it. Aaron could think of only two possible reasons for that. Omari was being kind, him being the host and younger, or he was enjoying the matches as much as he was, and Aaron strongly suspected the latter. The fifth match confirmed his suspicion. As the two boys wrapped their arms about each other and drew each other to the ground, they purposefully rubbed their naked chests together, and when they grappled, they purposefully grasped each other's buttocks and did more than just grasp. Pinning Aaron down on his back, Omari ground his groin into Aaron's, and Aaron reciprocated by raising his hips and rubbing his swelling cock against the firm bulge in Omari's shorts. Omari grinned as he looked down at Aaron and began to pin his arms to the grass, his smile more than just because he was about to win the match, and the set. Aaron suddenly closed his eyes and kissed the black boy, figuring if Omari wasn't interested as he suspected, he could always jokingly claim it had been a desperate attempt to break out of his hold. Omari did not draw back as their lips met, nor make any protest. Feeling him loosen the grip on his wrist, Aaron quickly reached down and groped Omari's crotch, their lips still pressed together. Instead of calling a foul, Omari pressed his lips tighter against Aaron's and pressed his groin against the palm of Aaron's hand. Inhaling deeply, the two boys kissed a second time, and then a third. Omari's cock throbbed hotly in Aaron's hand as it began to grow. It had been six weeks since Omari had last had sex with another guy, a close friend whom he knew could keep his secret, and his body responded quickly to Aaron's advances. As for Aaron, it had been a month since he'd gotten it on with Hayden Christensen and Trevor Blumas, which meant he was randy as fuck. The two horny teens kissed each other fervently as they grappled with each other's belt buckles. By the time they pulled down each other's fly they were both stiff. Pushing down each other's shorts and underwear, they lay there on the back lawn with their clothes tangled about their ankles kissing and caressing like they were on Ecstasy. Fortunately Nick's LA residence had a high security fence, and a border of trees in the back yard to block the view of any prying neighbours or paparazzi. As Aaron pressed his lips against Omari's, he felt Omari's tongue pressing against his lips and he readily parted them and allowed the nineteen-year-old to slip his tongue in his mouth. As it glided over his own tongue, his cock jerked with arousal, and he felt Omari's jerking also as the black boy pressed his body against his. Aaron inhaled deeply as Omari's tongue explored the inside of his mouth, the oral penetration as erotic as if he was being fucked. And then he reciprocated, slipping his tongue in Omari's mouth, sliding it along his own tongue, both slick with spittle, their own and each others. They French kissed for a long time, their tongues duelling with each other and their spittle mixing as one as they took turns inserting their tongues in each other's mouth. Wiggling down, Aaron kissed Omari's neck, and then his broad, smooth chest as he ran his fingertips over his muscular body. He could not help skipping his lips over his chest to his right arm pit and he tongued the hairy, sweaty pit with growing arousal as Omari groaned and grasped his buttocks and kneaded them. Nobody had ever tongued his pits before and the eroticism had his thick, black cock jerking wildly. The skunky smell and salty, acrid taste of Omari's pit sent thrills of arousal through Aaron's body and his own cock twitched impatiently. He returned back across Omari's chest to lick and suck on his large, black nipples until they were firm and jutting out with irritation, and then down his pecs and over his solid abs and his flat stomach. He had a gorgeous cock, just over six and a half inches, the same size as Aaron's but unlike Aaron's it was cut, and a dark brown with a knob of the same colour. Aaron eagerly nuzzled his large, hairy balls, inhaling their musky Negro fragrance with delight. He ran his tongue up the thick shaft and over the swollen bulb of his stiff cock like he was licking a chocolate ice cream. His cock was more delicious than any flavour Haagen-Dazs could ever create. He swirled his tongue around the bulb, causing it to jerk with arousal and a clear droplet of pre-cum to ooze out of the tip. He quickly lapped it up, causing a second to take its place which of course he also hungrily lapped up. Slipping his lips over the blood-engorged bulb, he sucked on it gently as he teased the opening with the tip of his tongue and as he let his spittle collect in his mouth and baste the black sausage until his mouth was full. Swallowing the cock- flavoured spittle, he quivered in anticipation of the hot juice he would suck out of the large balls dangling below it. Omari lay back and let Aaron have his way, delighting in having his cock licked and sucked. Aaron was the first white boy to ever mess around with him and propping himself up on his elbows and watching the blond-haired sixteen year old going down on his black cock, he found it even more erotic than he'd imagined. A white boy sucking a nigger's cock, now that was many a black man's dream. As Aaron's lips slowly descended his black pole and his cheeks sunk in, Omari felt another droplet of pre-cum ooze out of the tip of his throbbing, aching cock. He soon found he couldn't just lay there and watch as he'd imagined himself doing. It was just too hot. Twisting around, he slipped his fingers about Aaron's stiff cock, his black fingers contrasting sharply with the pale pink rod, and the skin having already stretched back, he eagerly slipped his lips over the mushroom-shaped cap and gently sucked on it. He'd engaged in a sixty-nine with a couple of his friends, but they were black and Hispanic. Sucking a white boy's cock was a totally different experience. Staring down at Aaron's large, hairy, pink balls as he eased his lips down Aaron's shaft, he could not believe the difference him being a black boy and Aaron being white made. Once the two boys became accustomed to sucking each other, they set up a rhythm, pumping their heads up and down and sucking on the throbbing organ in their mouth at the same time while breathing through their nostrils, inhaling each other's musky teen boy scent, and delighting in the throbbing, wet pleasure between their own legs. The only thing better than having one's hot, aching cock pleasured by another boy was being able to bring the other boy the same pleasure. Aaron loved cock more than anything else in this world, and he eagerly worked his mouth up and down Omari's thick, black organ and swept his tongue about his knob. Delighting in the pleasures that only another of the same sex can bring, Omari similarly sucked on Aaron's throbbing sausage with equal zest and delight. The two boys soon felt themselves approaching that peak of pleasure, and both were too anxious for it to happen to delay it. They were just too hot, and besides, they had the entire evening, and the entire weekend if they wanted it. And so it was that each warned the other that he was about to pop. Both continued to suck and bob their heads rather than finishing off with a hand job. They came within seconds of each other, their tight balls contracting and their hot young juice gushing up the core of their throbbing cocks and spurting out the burning tips into each other's mouth. They swallowed automatically, drinking down each other's hot, slimy cum, the black boy eagerly drinking white boy's slime, and white boy just as eagerly drinking the black boy's. They inhaled deeply through their nostrils, delighting in the aroma of fresh cum and the tart flavour and slimy texture of each other's load, swallowing it and sucking out more until they had drained each other's balls. "That was great," Aaron observed some time later as the two of them relaxed on the grass beside the pool, both of them still naked, their cocks once again limp and dangling over their once again loose balls. "Oh yeah, fa sho," agreed Omari. "You know, you the first white boy I've eva done anyt'ing wit." "That right? That's cool. Hope I compared favourably." "Oh, you did dat," Omari said with a grin. "So, you and Shad get it on often?" "Shad? You mean Shad Moss?" "Yeah." "No. We've never done anyt'ing together." "Oh," said Aaron, surprised and caught totally off guard. "I, well, I just figured, well, you know, you both being black, and Shad being gay and all, and. . . ." Aaron felt the blood rushing to his cheeks in embarrassment. "Jezz, I feel like such a fool. I just, well, I read somewhere in some celeb mag I think that the two of you were real good friends, going to tour together, be on each other's album or something." "No, no tour, and Shad's not doin' an album dat I know of. I am working on a single LP myself though, and Shad has said he'd hop on it. I remember tellin' some reporter dat in an interview. Or maybe you t'inkin' of the 'Scream II' tour wit B2K July last year. Dere were a lot of rumours flying around dat dere was a conflict between him and Raz-B when he wasn't signed up to go on it." "Yeah, maybe that was it." The two boys lay there in awkward silence. "So Shad's gay?" "I didn't mean to reveal that. I mean, that's sort of personal, stuff you should leave up to the guy himself to tell, you know. I'd just assumed, you know, that you two were close and all, and, well shit, this is embarrassing." "Hey, no problem man. I'll never let on you outed him. We are close, I mean more dan just professionally, but not dat close." Omari thought for a moment before continuing. "Wish we were though. He's one hot dude. I wouldn't mind gittin' it on wit him." "Really?" "Fa sho. Wouldn't you?" Aaron smiled coyly. "You haven't!" "Hey, I didn't say anything. I'm not the type to kiss and tell," Aaron said, putting up his hands. "But hey, if you're really interested in getting it on with him, he's here in LA right now, working on a film. Don't remember the name. Why don't I give him a call and we can have a threesome." "Dat would be awesome," Omari agreed without a moment's thought. He'd been wishing he could get in Shad Moss's pants ever since the day they'd met, and had more than a few hot jerk off fantasies about the two of them getting it on. As Aaron retrieved his cell phone from his shorts, he got another idea. "I got another friend who's in LA at the moment. I've been meaning to call him. You know Zac Hanson?" "Not personally, but I know who he is. Not the type of music I'm into, though he and his brothers do sing some great R and B." "Actually, I Zac's the type of guy I'm into," Aaron said with a grin. "You not tellin' me ." "I'm not saying a thing," Aaron replied with a twinkle in his eyes as he threw up his hands again. By a stroke of luck both were in, and neither had plans for the evening that couldn't be changed. Aaron and Omari slipped on their shorts and by the time they'd had a quick early evening snack their two guests arrived. Filling up a couple bowls with junk food and tossing some cans of soda in the cooler, they sat out by the pool and talked. "So how did you and Omari eva hook up anyway?" asked Shad. "We're filming 'Fat Albert' together at the moment," explained Aaron. "Oh yeah, I fogot you both had parts in dat." "Your movie 'The Johnson Family Vacation' just came out, didn't it?" "Well, it's not my movie, but I did have a role in it. And yeah, it premiered last month, March 31. I was gonna invite you to the openin', my man, but I knew yo dad was gittin' hitched the next day so I figured you wouldn't be available." "You got that right. It's too bad. I'd have loved to have celebrated with you." Aaron gave Shad a meaningful glance that did not escape Omari's attention. "You're working on another movie, aren't you?" "Yeah. 'Roll Bounce'. A roller blade movie dat's supposta be in the seventies." "Busy," observed Zac. "Oh yeah. Wut about you? You got anyt'ing going down?" "Yeah, me and my brothers got a new release, 'Underneath'. We're getting ready for a cross country promo tour starting in July and going into September, and then in the fall we're off to Europe and Asia." "Sweet." "If you're going to be in Japan, I know some hot guys you'll wanna hook up with," Aaron said, thinking of his recent tour. "You ever hear of the group called Arashi?" "No." "You and your brothers gotta look them up. Tell them Aaron sent you for a bukkake session." "Bukkake? That something like sushi?" "Sortta, in a way," Aaron said with a chuckle. "Aaron knows hot guys in every city in the world," Shad remarked with a grin. "Hey, one of the advantages of touring is you get to meet hot guys." "Dat's one of the t'ings I miss being in the studio filming most of dis past year," Shad observed. "Tourin' and performin' in front of the fans dat is," he added quickly, "not the meetin' of hot guys." He had meant he missed performing in front of a live audience, but as the words came out of his mouth he realized it sounded like he didn't want to give the impression he was into hot guys, causing him to flush with embarrassment and wonder how he could correct that impression. It wasn't meant as a putdown to Aaron, though it sounded like, and though he wasn't ready to come out himself, he wasn't one to deny his sexual preference when it got down to that. "Speaking of hot guys, it's certainly a warm one tonight," Zac said, apparently not noticing the homophobic implication in Shad's remark. Or, Shad considered, maybe he had and was just glossing it over so as not to embarrass their host, which made Shad feel even worse. Despite his success and confidence and all his wealth, Shad was still a teenager with teenage sensitivities. "Wish I'd brought my swim suit," Zac added, glancing at the pool. "Hey, you needn't bother with a suit," observed Aaron. "This is a private pool, and besides, I've seen all of you naked before anyway." His three guests glanced at each other at first with surprise, and then with guilt as they considered the implication of that statement though there were other reasons to have seen a guy naked besides having sex with him, and finally with knowing grins as they glanced at each other and read on each other's guilty faces that was precisely the reason Aaron had seen each of them naked. "I don't t'ink I've been at a party you hosted yet dat didn't end up wit the guests naked and gettin' it on wit each other," observed Shad, deciding from the looks on everyone's face that was a fairly safe statement to make. Besides, there was nothing in his statement that said Aaron's guests were all guys. "Now that you mention it, let's forget the pool and get down to some hot fucking and sucking," Aaron said with a grin, having the advantage over everyone else of having had sex with each one of them and of knowing that everyone there was gay. His guests glanced at each other again, all wanting to do precisely what Aaron had suggested but none of them knowing how to respond. Despite knowing each other professionally for several years and having toured and performed together, neither Omari nor Shad had seriously considered getting it on with each other until that evening, though they had both fantasized about it. As for themselves and Zac, they hadn't even met until thirty minutes ago. "Omari and I got it on together already today, so why don't you and I pair up," Aaron continued, glancing over at Zac, knowing of course that Omari had the hots for Shad and was anxious to get it on with him. "I do love your subtlety," observed Zac as he thought of the night last August he and his brothers had spent with Aaron when they'd run into each other while Aaron was on tour in Minneapolis. "I've had it called many things, but never subtlety," Aaron responded with a grin, dropping his shorts and bending over and wiggling has bare backside at his guest invitingly to the amusement of Omari and Shad. "So," he said as he looked over his shoulder impishly, "you wanna ride?" Zac readily accepted the invitation. Getting to his feet, he quickly stripped as Aaron turned to watch. Zac knew he was beefier than the others, but he also knew that what he had hanging between his legs was nothing to be ashamed of, and having grown up with two older horny brothers, he wasn't shy about bringing it pleasure. As he stepped over to Aaron, Aaron slipped his arms about him and reached down and cupped Zac's ample ass cheeks. "Hmmm, I love your subtlety too," he said with a grin as he squeezed Zac's ass. Cocking their heads, the two horny teenagers kissed as they caressed each other's backside. Slipping behind Zac and dropping to his knees, Aaron pulled Zac's cheeks apart and leaning forward, he ran his hot, wet tongue up the eighteen-year-old singer's crack from his balls to his tail bone and then back down. His cock twitched with arousal, as did Zac's. Pulling his cheeks still further apart until he stretched Zac's hole open, Aaron placed the tip of his tongue in the opening and licked the inner rim of his stretched anus. He inhaled deeply and the dank fragrance of Zac's hole sent shivers of desire up his spine. Inserting his tongue in the opening, he pressed his lips against Zac's pucker and sucked. Watching Aaron licking Zac's crack and giving him the perverted "devils" kiss, Omari and Shad could not help starting to become aroused. Following Aaron and Zac's lead, Omari dropped his shorts, his only article of clothing, and Shad quickly chucked aside his clothes. Like Zac, he knew he was better endowed than most guys, but he wasn't as comfortable revealing his endowment. He had thought about getting in Omari's pants the very first day they'd met though, as Omari had thought about getting in his, and he wasn't about to risk having this opportunity slip by. Given the anti-gay attitude of the members of B2K and the rap community as a whole, he'd shelved his idea as wishful thinking and a scenario for a jerk-off fantasy. Now, seeing the muscular, five foot eight stud standing there total naked and ready to get it on with him, he couldn't believe it was finally going to happen. Wrapping their arms about each other, the two black youths began to caress each other, at first hesitantly and cautiously as if unable to believe their dreams were finally being realized, and then with growing certainty. Closing his eyes, Shad pressed his lips tightly against Omari's, and as he felt Omari's tongue press against his lips, he, like Aaron had earlier, quickly parted his lips and let Omari slip his tongue in his mouth. He continued to caress Omari's back as he let Omari's tongue explore the inside of his mouth. Feeling the handsome nineteen-year-old singer's tongue slipping over his and under it, he trembled with excitement and his cock began to swell. His mouth quickly filled with saliva, basting his tongue and Omari's and flowing into Omari's mouth. Omari shuddered with arousal also as he swallowed Shad's spittle and one of his longtime fantasies was fulfilled. Their long, black cocks slowly began to rise as they pressed their bodies against each other and French kissed eagerly and nosily, the presence of Aaron and Zac forgotten in their lust. Shad slipped his hands down Omari's smooth back and narrow waist to cup his ass and as he caressed his solid, muscular glutes, Omari massaged his back with firm, sweeping caresses. Dropping to the grass, Shad rolled over on top of Omari and rubbed his naked body against Omari's, sliding his naked chest over Omari's and grinding his loins against the older teen's. Their cocks, now rigid and eager for action, pressed against each other's hot, naked body and the two boys rubbed the swollen, aching flesh against each other anxiously. Twisting around to a sixty nine position, Shad nuzzled Omari's large balls and began licking them. Omari followed suit, running his tongue over Shad's sac and slipping his lips about his lower ball and sucking his nut into his mouth. Their stiff cocks twitched and the first dollop of pre-cum oozed from the tips. The two boys continued sucking each other's eggs, causing more pre-cum to ooze from their slits and begin to ooze down their dark-skinned knobs. Unable to resist, they hungrily lapped up each other' sweet boy nectar and swirled their tongues over each other's knob. Having paused to watch the two black teens making out, Aaron and Zac once again turned to each other, this time forming a sixty-nine position also. Slipping their lips over each other's blood-engorged knob, they began to suck. Slowly they descended down each other's rock hard cock, delighting as much in going down the other's cock as they did in feeling the other's mouth engulfing their own stiff, aching flesh. Their cocks throbbed hotly in each other's mouth as they began working their lips up and down each other's shaft, and for the next few minutes the quiet April night was filled with the sounds of four horny teens eagerly slurping and swallowing. It was soon joined by the heavy, laboured breathing of four boys about to cum, and then by the sharp intake of four breaths and muffled whimpers of pleasure as they came, and as they eagerly swallowed each other's hot, juicy loads. They were young and virile, and each exploded with a hot, thick flow of cum, and they eagerly swallowed the tart cream squirting into their mouths as they squirted themselves. They quivered and panted in ecstasy, the night air filled with the fragrance of fresh cum. They lay there silently on their backs, relishing the joy that comes after a hot climax for a long time afterward, each lost in his own thoughts. It had been great. Aaron, having collapsed by Omari, finally reached over and absentmindedly ran the tips of his fingers over his smooth body and twirled his curly pubic hairs. As his hand descended and he stroked the boy's sensitive thighs, Omari's black sausage began to rise again. Shad, who was lying beside Zac, began to do the same, reaching over and caressing the white teen's chest and following the curve of his breasts, delighting in their fullness compared to the leaner and more solid chests of Omari and Aaron. His fingers slipped down to Zac's curly brown hairs, and then cupped his once against loose balls, his long black fingers contrasting sharply with Zac's pink orbs. Omari and Zac lay there and enjoyed the attention, but soon responded, reaching over and caressing their new partners. Soon the two pairs were snuggled up and exchanging kisses along with the caresses. It was not long before all four were erect again. "Fuck me," Aaron whispered, looking down into Omari's eyes. Of all his features, Omari considered his eyes his best feature, and Aaron would have readily agreed as he now started down into them and they stared back with a hungry lust. "Got lube?" In response, Aaron puckered up his lips and drooled a long silver stream of spittle over Omari's stiff, black pole. Goobering over it until the knob was slimy with spit and drools of spittle were oozing down the nineteen-year-old's thick, black shaft, Aaron lay on his back and spread his legs. Omari knelt between them and placing the tip of his spit-slick cock against Aaron's hole, the black teen slowly pressed forward. Aaron had been fucked frequently enough that their union was not that difficult despite Omari's relative inexperience, and after a bit of snorting and grunting and realignment, he felt his rectum slowly being penetrated by the horny black teen. Shad had meanwhile rolled over and lain on his stomach and Zac had laid down beside him. Spreading open the seventeen year old's cheeks, Zac began to rim his black asshole. He ran his tongue over the quivering pucker and wormed it inside as Shad pushed out with his abdomen. Working up a mouth of spittle, he fastened his lips tightly against the opening and blew his spittle up Shad's rectum. Inhaling deeply, causing his cock to jerk with the erotic fragrance of Shad's dank hole, he worked up another mouth of spittle and forced it up Shad's asshole. Then, kneeling between Shad's legs and placing the tip of his cock against the black boy's spit-filled hole, he ever so slowly pushed forward. His knob slowly stretched open Shad's tight sphincter and the two boys grunted and snorted as Shad pushed out with his abdomen to open his anus as wide as he could and Zac pushed his hips forward, slowly sinking his wedge into Shad's opening. Ever so slowly he felt Shad's sphincter giving way until at last his knob popped inside. He paused to catch his breath, and then eagerly sank his thick cock the rest of the way in. And so Omari and Zac began to slowly pump their hips, working their aching, stiff cocks in and out of the willing holes of their two partners. Aaron clenched his sphincter closed as Omari withdrew, and relaxed and opened it up as Omari sank back in. Shad too worked his sphincter open and closed in time with Zac's actions. Closing their eyes, the four teens concentrated on the pleasure pulsating though their loins. Their cocks throbbed and their dickheads itched with that sweet pain, Omari's and Zac's deep up Aaron's and Shad's rectums, Aaron's and Shad's from the rhythmic stroking of their prostates. Their sphincters burning with the friction of the two thick cocks stretching them open and pumping in and out of their assholes added to their pleasure. Slowly the boys felt the pressure once again developing in their loins, that delightful pressure that was both a pain and a pleasure. Their young nuts once again began to tighten and their breathing became laboured as they felt themselves again approaching that ultimate peak of ecstasy. Omari and Zac paused and the four enjoyed the sweet pain and fought the urge to continue, delighting in the throbbing between their legs until it finally subsided. The two resumed their pumping action, once again slowly easing their swollen cocks up the hot, moist assholes of their younger partners. Omari grinned down at Aaron as he pumped his thick, black cock in and out of the hot sixteen-year-old's tight asshole and he leaned over and kissed him hotly on the lips. Humping Shad from behind, Zac pumped his thick cock in and out of his tight black ass and leaned forward and kissed the young rapper on the back of the neck. Once again the four boys felt themselves approaching their peaks, and they were too hot and too young to consider delaying their climaxes a second time. Omari and Zac increased their speed and the lengths of their thrusts, ramming their aching cocks up their partner's throbbing holes up to their balls and withdrawing until their knobs began to stretch open their sphincters. Their breathing became laboured, as did the breathing of Aaron and Shad as they too felt their orgasms approaching. The four came within seconds of each other, Omari shooting his thick wad up Aaron's ass and Zac shooting his up Shad's. Aaron trembled as he felt the hot black rapper's cock pumping his rectum full of his thick cum, and Shad sighed with pleasure as his asshole was filled with Zac's hot juice. With a sharp intake of breath and a shudder, Shad felt the familiar twang deep in his groin and his own hot juice race up the core of his swollen, throbbing cock and spurt out the tip, streaking between his chest and the lawn. Aaron gasped also as his cock began spurting out his thick teenage cream, his cum spurting through the air to lace his chest. Thick, creamy streamers laced Omari's heaving black chest also as the sixteen- year-old emptied his balls. Once again the warm night air was scented with fragrance of fresh cum and punctuated with the heavy breathing of the four sweating teens. It was a glorious night, and it was far from over.