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Groupie

By: robcub32



"Come on, Micky," she begged. "Please, just this once." 

My roommate and best friend Christie meant well. She was always trying to get me to go out with her. 

"You know I hate bars. And straight ones are even worse. It's so loud and smokey." 

"It's not that bad. We're going to Tony's. They have live music on Fridays. You need to get out more. You'll never meet anyone if you stay home all the time." 

I sighed and rolled my eyes. "I'm gonna meet someone at a straight bar? You're not gonna take 'no' for an answer are you?" 

"Nope." 

"All right, fine. I'll go." 

"I promise you'll have fun, Micky." 

Christie's boyfriend Miles came and picked us up and we drove to the bar. We were lucky to grab a table. We ordered beers and talked over the crowd noise. 

The bar was pretty typical. They had a small stage set up for the live music and the band was getting ready to go on. I saw from the poster that the band was named Riot. I didn't pay much attention to them. 

When the band started playing a cover of "It's not Over" by Daughtry, I looked up. I drew in a sharp breath. I couldn't take my eyes off the bass player. He was the hottest guy I had ever seen. He was so handsome. He had bright blue eyes that I could see even from as far away as I was. His black hair hung to his shoulders, but it wasn't cut like a mullet (thank God). He had long sideburns and a bushy goatee but no moustache. He looked really tall and was built really big, like a linebacker. He was wearing a black t-shirt and tight jeans and black biker boots. Both of his arms were covered in tattoos. 

Being short and skinny, I have always been attracted to big and tall guys. This guy was a little rougher than the typical guy I was attracted to, but there was something about him that drew me to him. 

"He's hot, isn't he? So dreamy," Christie said into my ear. 

"Huh?" I said and turned my attention to her. "Oh, yeah. He is." 

I returned my gaze to him. "His eyes are so blue." 

"What are you talking about? They're green." 

I looked at the other three guys and realized Christie was talking about the lead singer. Yeah, sure, he was good looking, but I wasn't interested in him. 

"Are you talking about the big guy?" she asked. 

"Yeah." 

"Really?" she said as if it was impossible that someone would find him attractive. 

"Yeah. He's hot," I said defensively. 

"He's kind of fat," she said with a frown. "And he's covered in tattoos. I didn't think you liked that kind of thing." 

I shrugged. Maybe not, but I was definitely into him.

My big guy was leaned back, rocking his head to the beat, mouthing the words to the song. He was really into playing and just having a good time. I smiled to myself. He looked up and met my eyes. I drew in a sharp breath as his icy gaze penetrated right through me. He unconsciously licked his lips and gave me a slight smirk of a smile before looking away. The next song they played was an original rock song written by the band. During the next two songs they played, he would occasionally look my way and catch me staring.

After they finished playing their set, they took a break. 

"You want another beer, bud?" Miles asked me. I nodded and Miles left to grab another round. 

Christie leaned over to me, "So, it looks like you're having a good time." 

"Yeah, I actually am." 

I got halfway through my second beer when I had to go to the bathroom. I excused myself and hurried to the men's room. It smelled like stale piss, so I hurried up and did my business. I washed my hands and when I went to open the door, it flung open and a large man bumped right into me. It was Riot's bass player. I held my hands up to stop him and when my hands hit his chest, an electric current ran through my arms and traveled up and down my spine. I think I even gasped out loud. 

Time seemed to stand still as I gazed up into his blue eyes. He stared at me for what seemed like minutes, but was only a couple of seconds in reality. He made a motion with his head that said he needed to get past me to use the restroom. 

I mumbled an apology and stepped out of his way as he ran into the bathroom. As I returned to my seat, I pulled my shirt down in front of my crotch. I had become fully hard when I ran into the giant musician. 

They came back out shortly and played another set. My guy stared at me a few times during the set and I smiled shyly and watched him play. 

During their second break, Miles and Christie wanted to head home. I would have stayed until they were done playing, but I went home with them. 

Once we got back to the apartment, I got ready for bed. I brushed my teeth and took out my contacts and put my glasses on. As I stripped down to my briefs in my bedroom, I looked at myself in the mirror. I wondered if a guy like that could actually be attracted to me. I was only 5'7" and barely 140 pounds. I had brown eyes and black hair. My hair was cut short and was a little spiky. I had a small patch of fine black hair in the middle of my chest that fanned out to my nipples. I also had a thin trail that lead from my belly button to the fine patch of hair over my small, slender circumcised penis. At 4.5 inches erect, I knew I was on the short side of average. 

I crawled into bed and sighed when I heard the thumping and moaning coming from Christie's room. I buried one of my pillows over my head. 

*** 

A week later, Christie asked if I wanted to go to Tony's and I readily agreed. I was really glad to see that Riot was playing live again. 

Riot's bass player was wearing tight blue jeans and biker boots again, but tonight he had on a gray sleeveless t-shirt that really showed off his big arms and his tattoos. When he lifted his arms, I could see he had an ample amount of black armpit hair. I wondered how hairy he was and my dick twitched in my pants at the thought. 

My shy flirting with the bass player was kicked up a notch this week. He was looking right into my eyes as he was singing background vocals. I never understood why people thought that rock stars were sexy until now. 

During their first break, the bartender brought us a round of beers. "This round is on the house," he said. 

I wondered if he bought them for us. Tonight when Christie wanted to head home, I told them I wanted to stay and I'd catch a cab home. 

Another beer was delivered to me at the start of the next break. I saw the object of my desire walk out onto the stage. He hopped onto the floor and walked directly towards my table and sat down. 

"Hey," he said. "I'm CJ." 

OH MY GOD. I thought I was going to pass out. He's actually talking to me. His voice was deep and sultry and it sent a shiver down my spine. 

"I'm Micky," I managed to squeak out. I quickly wiped my hand on my jeans and then shook his offered hand. It was big and warm and his touch had my body shuddering.

"Micky," he repeated. "You got the drinks?" 

"Yeah. Thanks," I said. 

I brushed the hair off my forehead and gave him a shy smile. The corner of his mouth lifted into a slight smile. His eyes never left mine the entire time he sat at the table. 

"We got one more set. You gonna hang around until then?" 

I nodded. 

"Good. I gotta go, Micky." 

CJ hopped back onto the stage and disappeared in the back. He returned a few minutes later with the other three band members. They did a couple of covers and an original tune and then they were done for the night. 

I had finished my beer and I was sitting there by myself feeling a little bit silly. They started playing dance music and it got really loud. It seemed like forever until CJ finally returned to the table. 

He leaned over and shouted into my ear. "I'm glad you stayed. It's kind of loud in here. Follow me." 

I nodded and followed him onto the stage and then through the side. We walked down a hall and into a room. One of the other band members was there, the guitar player, along with a petite blond woman. 

"Micky, this is my brother Steve and his girlfriend Missy. This is Micky." 

"Hi," I said to them. 

My voice was shaking and I was really nervous. Steve shook my hand and turned to his girlfriend, "Ready?" 

She nodded and Steve said "See ya at home" to CJ before walking out the back door. The drummer walked in and grabbed the last of his stuff. 

"See ya, CJ," he said and was out the door. 

"That was Mick," CJ said to me with a chuckle. 

I heard a giggle and I turned my head to see the lead singer and a sexy redhead come out of what looked like a bathroom. He was zipping and buckling his pants and he kissed her temple. I blushed and looked away. 

"Hey, dude," he greeted CJ with clap on the back. "Is this the little groupie you were talking about?"

CJ shot him an icy look. "Ignore him, Micky. This is Caleb." 

"Hi," I said with a blushing smile. 

Caleb shook my hand and pointed towards the red-head. "Oh, this is... um... uh..." 

"Shyla, silly," she said with a drunk giggle. 

"Shyla," he said. "Meet me outside, babe." 

She giggled and headed out the back door. 

Caleb groped his crotch. "Fuck, she can suck a cock." 

I blushed uncomfortably and looked down at my feet. 

"I'll see you tomorrow, man." 

"See ya." 

Caleb disappeared out the back door. 

"Sorry about that, Micky." 

I shrugged. "It's okay." 

"I'm fucking starved. How 'bout you? You wanna grab a bite to eat?" 

I nodded. "Yeah, that sounds good." 

"You look like you could use a meal," he added with a chuckle. 

He stepped close and ran his hands up my sides. My body shuddered from his touch and I let out a soft whimper. I looked up as he gazed down at me. He moved even closer until our bodies were touching. He bent down towards me and I closed my eyes as his lips pressed into mine. I returned his eager kiss as his arms wrapped around me. My arms moved around his back and I melted into him. 

His tongue brushed across my lips and I moaned and opened for him. His tongue entered me, seeking my own shyer muscle. His hands moved down to my butt. He squeezed and kneaded my cheeks as he devoured my mouth. 

He was an amazing kisser. I was so hard in my jeans that it hurt. He cupped my ass cheeks and lifted me off the ground as if I weighed nothing. I wrapped my arms around his neck to hold myself up. His mouth never left mine as he carried me to a table and set me down. 

I wrapped my arms and legs around him as we kissed. He moved down to my neck. His goatee tickled the sensitive skin and I whimpered and arched my back, pushing my chest into him. He sucked and nipped at the skin as he began grinding his crotch into me. He held me in position with one big hand on the back of my neck and the other on the small of my back. I could feel his hard sex rubbing against me. The sensations combined with my three year drought proved too much for me. It was too late to stop him. I pulled back and gasped.

"CJ!" I cried out as my body convulsed in his arms. My penis pulsed over and over as it spurt my load into my briefs. 

I was mortified. My cheeks were already flushed red and my blush spread all over. My eyes welled up with tears and I tried to squirm away from him. "I'm sorry," I mumbled as I turned away from him. 

CJ cupped my face in his hands and forced me to look at him. "Hey, what's wrong?" 

"I... I came." 

CJ laughed loudly. "I know." 

A tear slipped down my cheek as he mocked me. I closed my eyes tight and tried not to start bawling. 

"Hey, look at me," he said. "Look at me, Micky." 

His voice was firm and I couldn't help but obey him. I opened my eyes and met his blue stare. 

"You don't have anything to be embarrassed of. You know how sexy it was that you were so turned on by my touch and kiss that you had an orgasm? To watch you come while you called out my name?" 

"Really?" I asked tentatively, realizing that he wasn't making fun of me.

CJ shook his head. "You don't even know how cute and sexy you are, do you?" 

"I'm not sexy." 

"From where I'm standing, you are sexy as hell, and cute as fuck." 

I giggled nervously and smiled at him. "Thanks."

"Go get cleaned up and we can get out of here and get something to eat." 

I went to the bathroom and wiped myself up as best as I could. When he found out that I didn't have my car with me, he escorted me to his beat up old Ford Bronco. He stowed his equipment in the back and we drove to an all night diner. 

It was after midnight and the place was pretty busy. We both ordered breakfast and we sat in the booth for the longest time talking about all kinds of things. I found out that he owned a house with his older brother. The band had regular gigs usually three or four times a week. For his day job, he was a bartender at a pub. He was six years older than me, at 31 years old. 

I told him about my job on the IT help desk for a large company downtown. I didn't really love the job, but it paid pretty good. I told him how I rented an apartment with my best friend from college, Christie, who was at the bar with me.

CJ told me about growing up with his family and it sounded wonderful, the opposite of my life. CJ stood for Carter Jackson, his given first and middle names. His last name was Adams. He was the youngest of four boys. Besides Steve, they had two older brothers, both married with kids. His parents started their family later in life. His mom was 70 years old and his father had passed away a couple of years ago.

I told him how my parents had my older brother when they were still in high school. Since he was 12 years older than me, he completely ignored me while I was growing up and to this day, we don't really have a relationship. Mom and Dad divorced when I was 7 and I haven't seen him in 15 years. He calls me on my birthday and Christmas. Mom always worked a lot, I told him. Then she started devoting her free time to her church and became born again. My voice cracked as I told him how she disowned me when I told her I was gay.

"I'm sorry," I said as I hung my head and the tears flowed. I sniffled and wiped my tears and pulled myself together. I was blushing in embarrassment. I looked up at CJ and he was looking at me, his eyes filled with tears and sympathy for my pain. He reached across the table and squeezed my hand. I sniffled as he smiled warmly at me and I returned the smile.

After that, our conversation flowed naturally with no awkward pauses. CJ was smart. He knew so much about so many different things. When I talked, he listened and paid attention to every word I said. CJ was funny and he made me laugh. He laughed a lot, too. His clear blue eyes sparkled and his white smile lit up the room when he laughed and I thought he was the most handsome man I had ever seen. I was laughing and smiling so much, I was afraid my jaw would hurt in the morning.

Before I knew it, nearly two hours had passed. CJ insisted on picking up the tab, so I let him. We got in his truck and I gave him directions to my apartment. He pulled in front of the building and parked. Even though it was well after 2 AM, I didn't want the night to be over, but I didn't know how to tell him. 

"Thank you. I had a great time, CJ." 

"Me too, Micky." 

CJ's hand moved to the back of my neck and he pulled me in for a kiss. He kissed me slowly and sensually, our tongues intertwined and explored each others' mouths. He finally broke the kiss and leaned his forehead on mine. 

"Do you want to come up?" I whispered. 

"Yes," he whispered back. 

He shut the truck off and followed me up the stairs to my apartment. I quietly entered. Christie was already in bed. I saw Miles's shoes and keys, so I knew he was spending the night with her. I gave CJ a quick tour which ended in my bedroom. I closed the door behind us and he immediately took me in his arms and kissed me.

I tightened my hold around his back and kissed the middle of his chest. I inhaled his scent, a combination of cologne and sweat and musk. I was instantly addicted to the smell.

CJ moved me back and we slumped down onto the bed. CJ straddled my leg, letting some of his weight rest on me. I whimpered softly as his hands slipped under my shirt. I ran my hands up and down his beefy arms.

CJ pulled my shirt off and tossed it onto the floor, then pulled back onto his knees and pulled his shirt off and tossed it on top of mine.

"Oh, my god," I said breathlessly. He had a beefy chest and a rounded belly, all covered in dark curly hair. He leaned down over me and I ran my hands up and down his body.

"You like that fur?" he asked, his voice deep and husky.

"Yeah," I breathed. I ran my hands over his tattoo covered arms. They were the most beautifully artistic thing I had ever seen.

"Your tattoos are amazing. They're so colorful, so beautiful."

"I designed them myself. One of my buddies owns a tattoo shop. He did all the ink."

I ran my hands down to CJ's soft waist as he leaned down and kissed me. His hands moved down to my waist and unbuckled my belt. Before I knew it, my jeans were on the floor with our shirts.

I reached between us and struggled to unbuckle his belt. I got it unbuckled and unzipped and I pushed them down. He took over and dropped them onto the floor. CJ pulled back, kneeling between my legs.

"Micky, you are so sexy."

CJ's hands ran down my chest and stomach to my hips.

I blushed at his compliment. No one had ever told me I was sexy before. I wasn't sure if he meant it or not, but it felt good to hear him say it.

His hands moved to the waistband of my briefs. He looked at me for consent and I nodded. He slowly moved them down and my 4.5" erection snapped up against my belly and I shuddered. My briefs joined our pile of clothes on the floor. I felt so small and vulnerable naked in front of CJ.

"Fucking perfect," he whispered.

I looked into his face as he gazed up and down my body. He looked me in the eyes and I could tell he meant it.

"Thank you," I said as a tear slipped down my cheek.

CJ looked at me with concern for a second, then wiped away the tear. He moved down on top of me and kissed me. My arms wrapped around him as we French kissed passionately. I moaned as he moved down to my neck, kissing and suckling at the base of my neck where it joins my collarbone. He moved further down my chest and his tongue circled one of my nipples. The small brown nipple quickly stiffened into a hard peak and I moaned as he licked and sucked at it. He nipped it with his teeth and I yelped and pulled away.

He chuckled. "Too sensitive?"

I nodded. He gently licked it before turning his attention to the other one. I moaned and writhed on the bed. My hand moved to the back of his head and I ran my fingers though his thick hair. He moved back up and kissed me, then rolled over onto his side. His hand slid up and down my chest, running his finger through the fine patch of hair on my breastbone. "Cute. My little bear cub."

I giggled and blushed. I ran my hand through the same spot on his chest, thick with curly black hair. "I wish mine was like yours."

"You're just right the way you are, Micky. I mean that."

I smiled at him and shivered as his hand ran down my stomach, past my penis to my balls. He gently played with my sac, rolling the small orbs in his fingers. I drew in a ragged breath. My dick jerked and a drop of pre-come leaked onto my belly. His fingers slid up the shaft and he ran his fingers gently up and down. I quickly got to the edge. I gasped and grabbed at his wrist and pulled it away in a near panic.

CJ put his finger under my chin and looked me in the eye. "Micky, it's okay. Don't hold back. Just let yourself go. Let me make you feel good."

CJ was right. I was nervous about him seeing me naked and my less than average size. I was afraid of coming too quickly. I was afraid he wouldn't like me.

I nodded and took a deep breath and relaxed back onto the bed. CJ kissed my chest and continued moving down my body. My breathing quickly grew ragged and I gripped the sheets tightly. When CJ's warm and wet mouth enveloped my dick, I couldn't help but let go. My body jerked and convulsed as I spurt my hot load into his sucking mouth. I felt him swallowing and I moaned loudly.


Groupie Gives More



I pushed my way towards the front of the crowd. Bumping bodies as I try and hold my beer above my body. I defiantly don’t need to be spilling that all over my shirt. With each person I passed I could feel hands roaming over my ass or my boobs. Gotta love going to shows. You never know what you’re gonna find here. 

Guys in bands, no matter what they look like usually, I find attractive. I don’t know it’s something about their hands either moving over the strings of the guitar or pounding on the drums that just make my heart beet faster and my body feel all hot. So you could just imagine my excitement when I got towards the front and there you were playing guitar. Immediately I wanted to get closer. So I pushed my way towards the front, my body rubbing against the guys next to me, but I didn’t mind. I loved the feeling of their sweaty bodies. I looked up at you and noticed how you got so into your music, your face so serious as you play. I just smiled up at you, biting my lip as I watched your fingers play. I love your long fingers and masculine hands. Hands tend to be my favorite and yours are so sexy. 

As I was bouncing to the music a bit I couldn’t keep my eyes off you. I looked next to me and there was a few other girls’ there- and they must have had the same idea that I did. When the song had finished they were screaming and I couldn’t help but look at the blonde. She was jumping up and down, her breasts almost falling out of her small tight shirt. I looked down at my black shirt and decided if I was to jump up and down like that my breasts would try and fall out as well I smiled at that, maybe it’d get your attention. I looked up and sure enough your eyes were glued to the girls next to me. 

I looked back over at the girls and they were giggling at the attention they were getting. The next song started back up and they decided to get your attention again. They began bouncing up and down but this time they would graze their hands along each other’s breasts- innocent fun one would think. A couple of guys noticed what was happening and began cheering them on. They loved the attention so they began grinding with each other- although it didn’t seem to go to the music they didn’t care. The boy’s hands next to them started to roam over their young bodies as well. By now many people noticed and you could tell everyone was enjoying the new show. 

I glanced back up at you and you were back to playing your music with a serious face, but you kept looking back at the girls every now and then watching the show as well. The girls’ shirts were being brought up little by little as the guys got more daring. The girls loved it until an older girl came over and grabbed the blonde’s arm. All that was heard was “Mom… we’re leaving now!” The older girl pulled the two girls off the floor. Hmm…wonder what their age actually was, looked around 20, but maybe they were only 16 or 17?

All the other guys weren’t too happy about this, but decided to get back to the show on stage. The band started picking the pace up and everyone was having a good time. Because the two girls left I think the guys in the audience thought they could do that to anyone, so as I was bouncing to the music I felt a hand on my hip. I didn’t think anything of it at first because that was normal for such a large crowd. When someone’s hands moved up to right under my breasts I knew something more would be happening. I looked back and kind of leaned into the guy’s hand, letting him know I didn’t mind his touches. It was exciting standing there in a crowd and having someone feels me up in front of everyone. I closed my eyes and swayed to the music as his hands began to slide over my nipple, it became instantly hard and I couldn’t help myself I began moving my hips up against his crotch. 

I felt another set of hands begin to move up my thigh. A chill ran down my spine. I opened my eyes to find you watching what was happening. Your eyes traveled from my thighs up over my stomach, and up to my breasts. Your eyes finally got to my face; I smiled a slow smile as our eyes met. The hands covering my breasts began their assault at a faster, harder pace. My eyes never leaving your face as I watched you drink in my body. My hips started to rock as the guy’s hands on my thighs began moving up under my skirt. I could feel eyes on me and it just turned me on even more.

The crowd started cheering, I hadn’t even noticed but they were playing their last song. I looked around and I could see the next band on the sides ready to go on up after this band. I didn’t want to stop watching you play so a frown was on my face. The hands roaming my body were still making me hot, but I knew it would soon end right after this song.

The band finished up their song, said their thank-yours and headed out to the back of the club. I bit my lip thinking what I should do next. I didn’t really want to be a groupie following them back there, but I needed/wanted to see you and let you know exactly how much guys who play in bands turn me on. The entire time you was playing I would picture those hands to be yours running all over my body. Your long slender fingers running up my thighs… god how I wanted you. That’s it; I’ve made up my mind. I stood up straight, pushed my chest out and marched back behind the stage area. There were three doors; one was clearly the dressing room. I started walking up to it when the door opened. 

I came face to face with you. You were so much taller then me, but once again that only turned me on even more. Just being this close to you made me want to touch you. I smiled and gently reached out my hand to touch your chest. “I really loved the way you played. You’re amazing.”

“Oh you think so huh?” You smirk down at me. “You seemed to be having a good time out in the audience.”

“Yea well I took whatever I could get. I was imagining they were your hands.” I reached down and held your hand looking at your fingers. “Very skillful fingers you have there. Are they good with other things other than your guitar?”

“Why don’t we find out.”? You draw me into the room across the hall. It turned out to be an office. You shut the door and lock it. 

I lean behind you and unlock it. “It puts more excitement in what’s going to happen.” I grab your shirt and we move over to the desk. I sit down and you lean into me. “I wish you had played for longer. I couldn’t keep my eyes off you. Although I like having you here right now.”

You lean in and our lips touch. My hands move up your chest loving the feel of you under my fingers. My legs spread wider to let you lean in closer. I run my tongue along your lip as we continue to kiss. Short quick kisses then turn into deep passionate kisses. Your tongue plays along with mine as my hands begin to unbutton your shirt. I lean my head back giving you access to my neck which you quickly begins to kiss and lick. Your hands move to my shirt as you lean back so you can get it off of me. Your eyes devour me as you remove my shirt. Your hands find my waist and bring me closer. My arms circle around your neck as we kiss some more. My hips begin moving closer to you, wanting to feel your body along mine. I get your shirt off and kiss down your chest. My hands run lightly down your chest to the buckle of your pants. I undo your pants but instead of lowering them I move my hand over your pants to feel your cock. A smile quickly comes to my face. 

You tell me to lift my ass up a bit, and your hands are instantly taking off my panties. You throw them onto the floor and run your strong hands up my thighs. I quiver with the feeling of you. I reach back and take off my bra so all I have left on is my skirt, which is now getting pushed up to my hips. You look down at my pussy and smile; I’m already wet for you. I quickly push you back onto the chair and jump off the desk. “I really want to please you first.” I get down on my knees and pull out your hard cock. It’s so beautiful, so long and hard. I run my fingers up the length, tracing the thick vein to the head of your cock. I lean down and lick the tip. But then quickly take the head into my mouth. Sucking it up. I take more of you into my mouth as my hands begin caressing the base of your cock. 

You lean down and pull my hands behind my head, making me pose for you as I continue to massage the head of your cock with my tongue. This stance has my breasts thrust out towards you and has only my mouth doing the work. I love your cock so much. It’s so big and thick in my mouth. I run my tongue down the length for a second, but find more pleasure in sucking the head with more pressure. I can taste you and I love it. You pull me up towards you letting me know that’s enough. I stand in front of you as you’re still sitting on the chair. You ask me to spread my legs and I quickly obey. You have me put my hands back up over my head like before. You sit back and just stare at me. I begin to blush, but I can feel my pussy getting wetter. 

Your eyes move up and down my body. Your hand reaches out and slowly traces the lips of my pussy. Oh god I’m dieing for you to touch me in the inside. You lean in a bit more and run your finger on the outer edge of my pussy lips. My hands still on the back of my head, but I need to touch you. Your finger finally dives into me finding me very wet and hot. You stroke the inside of me back and forth then find my clit. You begin moving your finger and my hips start rocking. You circle my clit. “Please…”

You understand right away and pull me towards the desk. I lean back on my elbows as you spread my legs. I can’t wait anymore; I need to feel you inside me now. You pull your cock fully out of your pants. My breathing is so loud that I don’t hear what you hear, you look up at the door but I don’t notice. I’m just waiting for you to fuck me. I start to look at what you’re looking at but you quickly thrust into me. You slam your hard cock all the way into my pussy making me scream. I head is thrown back but my eyes are closed. God you feel so good filling me up. You thrust into me with long hard strokes. I wrap my legs around you trying to get you closer to me. Your hands are spread out on both sides of me as you fuck me harder. 

My moans are getting louder as your fucking me. It feels so good. You lean down and take one of my nipples into your mouth. You suck it all the way into your mouth then let it go. You then lean down and nibble on the other one. “Yes..oh don’t stop.” My hips are thrusting upward to meet your body. You lean back up and grab my hips forcing to fuck me harder. I can feel my pleasure building and know I’m about to cum any minute. You pick me up and pull out of me, I gasp as you turn me over so I’m lying over the desk. You quickly enter me again from behind. I pick myself, my hands spread out on the desk in front of me, and my head is dropped as I feel my orgasm building. Your cock moves in and out of my pussy. My breasts swaying each time you thrust into me. Your strokes start getting short but build speed. I can feel your pulsating into me, your groans getting louder. You hit my spot a few more times and I can feel myself cumming. “Oh yes… fuck me. God yes.” I throw my head up and only then notice another man in the room standing by the door jerking himself off. I gasp but my orgasm doesn’t stop. You reach down and rub my clit so I cum even harder. I can feel you begin to cum as well. You thrust a few more times, slow and hard as you fill me with your cum.

You groan again then lean down onto me. I look up at the guy in time to see him cum all over his hand. You pull out of me and lean down to pull your pants back up and put your shirt back on. You walk over to the door. “Hope you liked the show.” You say to the man by the door as you walk out.

I’m still leaned over the desk trying to compose myself. The man walks over to me, his cock still hanging out of his pants. “I liked both of his shows. I’ve always wanted a groupie- guess I can share his. Now why don’t we have a little fun? ”



Groupie



"Oh, CJ... That felt so good."

"Glad to be of service," he said with a chuckle. I giggled and rolled onto my side and kissed him.

I looked down to his boxer shorts and eyed the large bulge. My hand was shaking as I reached for him. My hand slowly covered the bulge and I gently squeezed it. Even through the boxers, it felt hot to the touch. It also felt unbelievably huge and thick.

My hand moved to the waistband and CJ lifted his butt up to allow me to remove his underwear. His erection snapped up against his furry belly and I gasped. It was enormous. He was incredibly thick and long, definitely over 8 inches. He was circumcised and the head was a deep red color and slick with pre-come. The shaft was smooth with a very slight downwards curve. He had thick curly pubic hair. His sac was lightly dusted with hair and held large testicles that nicely hung down between his legs. I've only been with three guys and he was by far the largest of all of them.

"So big..." I whispered in awe.

I wrapped my hand around him. My fingers and thumb were nowhere near being able to touch. As I gently squeezed, CJ groaned and a drop of pre-come leaked out and made a string trail down to his belly.

I looked up at CJ. He was staring at me with lust and desire in his icy blue eyes. His hand moved to my back and he slowly rubbed circles on my skin.

"I'll be more than happy if you just want to stroke it," he whispered.

I wondered if others had balked at his large size and refused him. I quickly decided that I would not be one of them. I laid my head on his belly very close to the end of his penis and slowly stroked him. I inhaled the musky scent and let out a happy grunt. When a drop of pre-come oozed out of the slit, I leaned in and lapped it up.

"Mmm," I moaned. I was instantly addicted to the taste. I swirled my tongue around the head, then took it into my mouth. I knew there was no way I would be able to get it all in my mouth, so I supplemented my mouth with my hand.

I gently sucked as I began slowly moving up and down the shaft. As I pulled up, I would swirl my tongue around him. I moved my hand up and down in rhythm with my mouth, applying pressure and twisting my hand as it slid up and down.

"Oh, fuck, Micky," he husked. "That feels so fucking good."

As I got comfortable with the feel of the thickness in my mouth, I started moving faster.

"Oh god, Micky. You're gonna make me come."

I felt CJ's cock swell in my mouth and it throbbed and stiffened even more. I moaned as I bobbed up and down, wanting him to come, wanting to taste his seed.

"Micky, I'm gonna fucking come. Here it comes, baby. Oh! Fuck!"

CJ grunted and his hips bucked up and I felt the first blast pulse up the shaft and slam into my mouth. His come was thick and salty-sweet. I immediately swallowed, causing a groan from CJ. As his white hot semen pooled in my mouth, I was forced to swallow over and over. I lost count of the number of spurts and the number of times I swallowed.

After CJ finished coming, I moved up to his side. His eyes were closed and he was panting. He had a goofy happy grin on his face and I giggled. He opened his eyes and pulled me to him. "Fucking amazing," he said as he kissed the top of my head.

We tenderly kissed. I gave him two small kisses on his chest and then laid my head there and put my arm around him. It felt so good to hold him and be held by him. My eyelids started to get heavy and I blinked to try to stay awake.

"As much as I hate to get out of bed right now, I really gotta piss," he said quietly.

I sat up and nodded. He climbed over me and pulled his boxers on and opened the door and disappeared into the dark. I pulled on my briefs and went to the kitchen and got a drink of water. When CJ finished in the bathroom, I went in and took care of business. I brushed my teeth really quick before returning to my room.

CJ was sitting on the bed. He reached down and grabbed his shirt and pulled it on, then reached for his jeans.

I sat down next to him. I didn't want him to go. I was afraid if he left that I would never see him again. I just wanted one perfect night with him. If that was all I could have, then I would take it. I took a deep breath.

"CJ... You can stay if you want."

"You want me to stay the night?"

"Please?"

I blushed and nibbled at my bottom lip and looked at him with pleading eyes. He smiled and let out a grunt of laughter. "How can I say no to that adorable face?"

He gave me a kiss and pulled off his shirt and boxers, tossing them onto the floor. We crawled under the covers and he pulled me to his chest and held me to his warm and soft body. His right arm gently rubbed my back as his left hand rested on my right arm, which was wrapped around his body.

"Thank you for tonight, Micky," he whispered. "You're a really special guy."

"Thank you, CJ."

The last thing I remember of that night was feeling his lips nuzzling the top of my head and his faint whisper, "Good night, my little cub."

***

I woke the next morning suddenly aware that I was not alone. I was laying on my side facing the door. CJ was spooned up behind me, his chest against my back and his arm draped over my body. I could feel his morning wood pressing into me. He was quietly snoring into the back of my head. I sighed contently and cuddled back closer to him.

CJ snorted and then his arm tightened around me. His breathing had changed and I felt his hips slowly begin to move, gently grinding his enormous wood into me.

"Good morning, baby," he whispered.

"Good morning," I said with a happy grin on my face.

In one smooth move, he had me on my back and his body on top of me. He tenderly kissed me. The kiss started out nice and gentle and progressed to sensual to hard animalistic exploration.

He moved down my body, gently teasing my nipples to stiffness with his talented tongue. He moved further down and took me into his mouth. I moaned and moved my hands to the top of his head. I rubbed my fingers through his thick hair and whimpered. His mouth was hot and moist. He slowly bobbed up and down as he gently sucked. I whimpered in need as he let me fall from his mouth. As he licked and sucked each of my balls, his fingers roamed my body, lightly fingering my nipples. His right hand moved up my neck to my chin. His middle finger pushed into my mouth and I sucked it for him. He growled, then returned his attention to my aching hard-on. As he resumed sucking me, his finger slipped from my mouth and moved between my legs. I gasped when I felt the wet digit slowly stroke and swirl around the edges of the long neglected puckered flesh between my cheeks.

In one swift move, his finger entered me and turned and rubbed the sensitive bundle of nerves of my prostate.

"Oh! Oh god, CJ! CJ!"

My body stiffened and my back arched and I exploded into his mouth, filling it with my warm cream. CJ sucked every drop down until I had nothing more to give. I moaned in protest as his tongue swirled against the over-sensitive head. His finger slipped out of me and my spent organ fell from his mouth.

"So good," I whispered. "So good..."

He moved up and wrapped his brawny arms around me and kissed me. I could taste the remnants of my orgasm on his tongue and I shuddered.

"Let me take care of you now, CJ," I whispered.

He rolled over onto his back and spread his legs, giving me access to his engorged member. I licked my lips and then swirled my tongue around the purple swollen head. I lapped up all of his juices before I took him into my mouth. I worked him with my mouth and hand excruciatingly slow. I could tell he wanted to thrust up into my mouth so bad. He groaned loudly as he restrained himself.

"Suck me, baby... So fucking good..."

I had a much easier time this morning, quickly getting used to his size and thickness. As I slowly bobbed up and down, I applied firm suction and twisted my head and hands with each stroke. His breathing grew ragged and his hand gripped my shoulder tightly.

"Don't stop," he groaned. "Faster, baby. Yeah, just like that, keep going. Oh god, I'm coming, baby. I'm coming!"

With a series of grunts and groans, CJ filled my mouth with his hot seed. After I swallowed every drop of his precious, copious fluid, I reluctantly released him from my mouth.

CJ pulled me up to him and we kissed long and sensually. "Wonderful," he whispered.

"Thank you," I blushed.

"How come a cute little guy like you is single?" he asked. "I bet you have to beat the guys away with a stick," he laughed.

"I wish. I haven't had a boyfriend in a long time. It's hard for me to meet people. I'm a little shy."

"Really? I hadn't noticed."

I looked up at him to see if he was serious and he was smiling, trying not to laugh. I giggled and he grinned wider.

"I love to see you smiling and laughing," he said. "You're so beautiful."

I blushed deep red and he laughed. "And you're cute as all fuck when you blush."

He gave me a quick kiss on the lips.

"So what were you saying before?" he asked.

"Oh, um, well. I'm shy, like I said, and I have problems trusting and it makes me afraid to meet new people."

"Why do you think that is?"

He sounded like a shrink and it made me smile. "My college boyfriend... we dated for a year and half. I was, you know, a virgin when we started dating, and we went all the way after six months. After dating for a year and half, I walked in on him having sex with my best friend Scott. I found out later that I apparently took too long to 'give it up' and they were having sex behind my back for over a year."

"Fuck."

"I yelled and cried and I haven't seen or spoken to either one of them since. I know that Christie still talks to Scott regularly and has even visited with him a couple of times since. I pretend like I don't know, but it really upsets me. It's the only thing we've ever fought about."

"Shit, baby. That's just not right."

"After college, I went out with a couple of guys I met online. One of them never called me back, even though I thought we had a great time. The other one... we hit it off right away and I really liked him. We had been going out for a couple of months. We had just, you know... made love for the first time when his phone rang. Whoever it was got him upset. After he hung up, he started pulling on his clothes. He says 'I gotta go. My daughter's been in an accident. I need to meet my wife at the hospital.' The look on his face... It was like he was pissed that he let it slip. I was devastated. I told him to go and never call me again. I had to block his calls and emails."

"Jesus, I'm really sorry."

I shrugged. "That was like three years ago. I'm over it, I guess. I don't know why I'm telling you all of this. You must think I'm crazy."

"Well, we all got crazy relationships in our past. I'm sure you've had some good ones."

"I've only been with those three guys. Well, four now."

CJ choked and coughed. "Wow."

I began worrying that I had scared him off and chased him away. I shifted uncomfortably against him. He rolled me over onto my back and leaned over me. He stared into my eyes for what felt like eternity as he gently stroked my face. I closed my eyes as he leaned down and kissed me. I opened my eyes and looked back at him. I softly sighed and my eyes filled with tears. I knew right then that I was in love with him. It was destiny. He was my soul mate.

"Let's go get some breakfast. Or lunch I guess," he said as he looked at the clock.

"Okay, but it's my treat this time. Is it okay if I grab a quick shower?"

"Sure."

"You can take one after me. I'll be right back."

I hopped up and put on my underwear and shirt. I grabbed a new set of clothes and went to the bathroom. After taking a quick shower, I got dressed and brushed my teeth. I set out a clean towel and washcloth for CJ and opened the door to see Christie waiting for me.

"Okay, spill it," she whispered. "Who did you hook up with last night?"

"What?"

"Don't play innocent with me, Micky Butler. I heard you last night and this morning. You got a man in your bed!"

"Oh my god, be quiet!" I hissed. "Please, don't embarrass me."

"Hey, baby? You got any coffee?" CJ asked as he stepped out of my room wearing only his boxer shorts.

Christie gasped softly and her mouth fell open.

"Hey. Christie, right?" he said with a smile. "I'm CJ."

She quickly recovered. "Hi, CJ," she replied back with a smile. "Nice to you meet you."

"Um, I'll make some coffee while you shower," I said, escorting him into the bathroom. I showed him the linen and offered my shower gel and shampoo.

"Thanks, babe," he said and gave me a quick kiss.

I shut the bathroom door behind me and walked past a stunned Christie into the kitchen to make a pot of coffee.

"Oh. My. God!" she said as she ran into the kitchen. "You hooked up with the rocker? And he called you 'baby'! Aren't you dying? Oh my god!"

"Christie, please," I said quietly as I shifted uncomfortably.

"I'm sorry. I'm just so happy and excited for you."

"I know... I just... I really, really like him. He's so great. It's just that..." I sniffled as I tried to fight back my emotions. "I'm scared. What if he doesn't like me the same way? I thought I would be okay if it was just a one night thing, but..."

Christie hugged me. "You worry too much, Micky."

"I know..."

"Just relax. Let things flow naturally. Don't do anything to freak him out, like tell him you love him."

"Oh my god."

CJ stepped out of the bathroom holding the small bath towel around his waist. It did little to hide the outline of his large flaccid penis. I heard Christie draw in a sharp breath and I poured him a mug of coffee and followed him into my bedroom. As I shut the door to the bedroom she mouthed 'oh my god' to me and I winced in embarrassment.

He took a drink of his coffee and pulled on his jeans without any underwear. He threw on the sleeveless t-shirt and pulled on his socks and boots. As he got dressed, I picked up my pile of yesterday's clothes and dropped them into the laundry basket by my closet. CJ tossed his dirty boxer shorts into the basket and gave me a wink and a smile. I didn't want to read into it, but it was like he was telling me that he would be back. I gave him a shy smile in return.

He saw my computer on the desk and asked if he could use it for a minute. He sipped his coffee as he logged in to Facebook. He went to the Riot fan page and posted an update that they were playing at Lobo's tonight. He asked for my email address and sent me an invite from Riot and then requested me as a friend on his profile.

He finished up his coffee and we were out the door.

Lunch was great. CJ laughed loudly at Christie's reaction to seeing him walk out of my room nearly naked and I couldn't help but laugh with him. After lunch, he drove me back home.

"I gotta get home. We got rehearsals today. Then I gotta take care of some stuff. We're playing at Lobo's tonight over on 9th. Can you come? I'd really like to see you."

"I can come. I'd love to see you play again."

"Awesome. We play at 9. If you want to come a half hour early or so, you can hang out backstage with me. If you want."

"I'd love to."

CJ leaned over and kissed me sensually.

"I'll see you tonight, baby."

"Bye, CJ."

I got out of the truck and waved as he drove off. I sighed and floated on a cloud back to my apartment. I spent the afternoon cleaning the apartment and doing laundry. I signed into Facebook and accepted CJ's requests, then I surfed the Internet for a while before taking a nap.

***

I arrived at Lobo's around 8:40 and walked over to the stage. I stepped up and moved to go through the backstage door when a big guy stepped out and pushed me back with a hand.

"I'm meeting my friend here," I said. "CJ? He's the bass player for Riot."

The bouncer crossed his arms and moved in front of me and growled. "You're not getting back here, so go sit your little faggot ass down."

I stepped back away from him and turned and hurried off the stage. As I sat down at a table near the front of the stage, my face felt hot and my eyes stung. I wished I had his phone number. I don't know why I didn't think of trading numbers with him. I ordered a beer from a waitress and I sat and waited.

When they came out on stage, I nearly swooned when I saw CJ. He was wearing his black biker boots, black leather pants and a white tank top. His hair was pulled back into a loose ponytail. He was hot! He looked lost in thought. As he took his position he made eye contact with me and a smirking smile appeared on his face. I brushed my hair off my forehead and flashed him a shy smile. He licked his bottom lip, then adjusted his dick in his leather pants. I blushed furiously and he smirked at me.

They started out with a couple of covers, then played a couple of original songs. Then they did a hard rock version of 'Frozen' by Madonna and I was stunned. It was really good and so unexpected. CJ sang background vocals as normal and his eyes locked on mine when he sang 'If I could melt your heart. We'd never be apart. Give yourself to me.' I thought I might die right then and there.

When they finished that first set, he motioned for me to come up. I walked up on stage and followed him to the holding room, avoiding the gaze of the rude bouncer.

He poured a vodka and tonic for himself and gave me a vodka and cranberry.

"I thought maybe you changed your mind about coming," he said quietly as he took a drink.

"That big mean guy wouldn't let me back. I didn't have your phone number to call you."

CJ frowned. He asked to see my phone and he programmed his information into it. He called his phone and then added me as a contact. I grinned and put it back into my pocket.

He moved me into the back corner and then leaned down and kissed me sensually. I was embarrassed that he'd do that in a room full of people, but I gladly returned his kiss, holding onto his big biceps as his tongue pushed into my mouth.

When he pulled back, my face felt warm and I felt tingly all over my body. He smiled at me and laughed quietly. My mouth fell open when I looked past him and saw Caleb the lead singer sitting in a club chair. A woman was leaned over the back and they were kissing. Another blond haired woman was kneeling in front of the chair in front of him giving him a blowjob. I gasped and quickly turned away.

"Caleb's a man-whore," CJ chuckled.

"I can't believe that she would do that right out in the open."

"Those groupies will do anything you want."

I heard Caleb grunting and I knew he was finishing.

"Let's go!" he shouted as he stood up and zipped up his pants.

CJ leaned down and kissed me. "You can stay here or watch from backstage if you want. Just don't leave, okay?"

"I won't," I said with a big grin.

CJ's brother Steve said 'hey, Micky' and ruffled my hair as he walked past. I followed them to the stage and I stood next to Steve's girlfriend, Missy. We watched them play their set and they were awesome. I was mesmerized by CJ. He was so passionate as he played. I was actually aroused watching him.

Missy leaned into my ear. "I thought CJ had it bad, but you... you're in love with him, aren't you?"

I looked at Missy in shock. "What? I... I'm not... um, what you said."

She just looked back at me, not saying anything.

"I've only really known him one day," I added quietly and turned my attention back to the band.

After they finished, playing we went back to the holding room. CJ fixed him and myself a drink. Mick the drummer took a girl into the bathroom and Caleb had one of his girls on the couch. Steve was having a drink and smoking with Missy on his lap. She was nibbling on his neck and ear. I was shocked at what they were all doing, but I kind of understood. I was turned on just watching CJ play. CJ grabbed Steve's pack of cigarettes and lit a smoke and exhaled.




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"I didn't know you smoked," I said.

"I don't really, except sometimes when I'm drinking, or when I'm really nervous."

"Are you nervous?"

"A little."

"Why?"

CJ took a deep drag and exhaled and then put out the cigarette into an ashtray.

"Because I can't stop thinking about you," he said.

I looked into his eyes and there was lust and desire, but there was something else, too. Tingles spread from my heart out to my limbs. My body shuddered and my heart started beating faster. I looked down and saw the large steel rod in his pants pointing towards his left hip. I looked around. Everyone was drinking or doing their own thing. They weren't paying any attention to us.

I'm not sure if it was the drinks or what it was that possessed me to do what I did next. I grabbed at his leather belt and pulled him towards me and then dragged him into the darkened back corner. I squatted in front of him and unbuckled and unzipped his pants. He wasn't wearing underwear and his enormous fully aroused cock bobbed up in front of my face.

CJ stifled a loud groan. "Oh fuck..."

I wanted him, but I was well aware of where we were. I worked him a fast pace with my mouth, tongue and hand. It didn't take but a few minutes before he grunted and emptied his nuts into my sucking mouth. He stepped back and did his pants up as I finished swallowing his come. I wiped my mouth and suddenly felt very embarrassed as I stood up. I couldn't look him in the eye. I felt like such a slut. I wasn't any better than the girl laying on the couch with skirt hiked up to her waist, spreading her legs for Caleb.

CJ wrapped his arms around me and kissed me. "Thank you, baby. I needed that. You're so amazing."

CJ looked at me and rubbed his nose against mine. I giggled and he laughed. His bright smile tugged at my heart and I pressed my lips against his. He took my hand and we walked back to the counter and he fixed us both another drink. He had me hold his drink while he went to the bathroom.

Caleb walked up and poured a glass of whiskey and downed it in one gulp. He leaned down to my ear and said, "I saw your little display back there. You look like you know your way around a big cock. Maybe I'll let you work mine next time."

My eyes filled with tears and I tried to move away from Caleb, but my back was against the table. He brought his hand to my face and his thumb touched my bottom lip. His hand was suddenly yanked away from me. I gasped and saw CJ holding Caleb's wrist so tight it looked like he was going to snap it off.

"Micky is mine," he growled. "Touch him again and I will break your fucking hand."

Everyone was watching in shock, including me.

"Okay, knock it off you guys," Steve said.

CJ threw Caleb's arm back at him with a shove.

"Fucking asshole," Caleb muttered.

CJ moved to me and pulled me into an embrace, while moving me away from everyone.

"Sorry," he said quietly. "I didn't mean to scare you. I get jealous when people touch my things. I don't like to share," he said with a chuckle.

"I'm yours?" I asked in a whisper.

CJ nuzzled my neck, his goatee tickling my skin. "I know you feel it too, Micky. You belong to me now."

"I'm yours," I stated.

CJ and I tenderly kissed until it was time for him to go back on stage. They did one final set and then I help him pack his things up and put them in his truck. We drove back to my apartment and dropped my car off and then I rode with CJ and met his brother and Missy for a bite to eat. The four of us had a really good time.

***

I invited CJ upstairs. Christie was already in bed and Miles was apparently spending the night again judging from the sounds coming from their bedroom. CJ raised an eyebrow and I blushed and took his hand and led him to my bedroom.

We slowly removed our clothes as we tenderly kissed. We were both fully hard and dripping with need. CJ maneuvered me onto the bed and he climbed on top of me. I spread my legs, inviting him to move between them. He lowered himself onto me, his hard sex pressing below my sac, pointing and prodding into the sensitive skin there.

I ran my hands all over his big broad back as he kissed me and explored every inch of my mouth with his tongue. CJ sucked the base of my neck hard and I knew that I would be marked.

"CJ, yes... It feels so good," I whimpered.

His hands ran all over me, sending shudders of pleasure throughout my body. He expertly sucked and licked my nipples until they were hard and wet. He moved back up to my neck to my ear.

"I want you so fucking bad, baby," he whispered.

"Yes, CJ," I panted. "Want you, too. Need you so bad."

"Gonna make love to you, baby. Gonna make you feel so good."

I whimpered in need as his head lowered down my body. I groaned wantonly as he took me into his mouth and gently sucked up and down. He let it fall from his mouth much too soon and licked all over the shaft. My hands moved to his head as he took my balls in his mouth and tenderly loved each one. I gasped and quivered when he moved further down.

"CJ... What are you... OH GOD!"

I cried out as he spread my cheeks with his hands and his tongue licked up my crack and over my tight little hole. I gripped the sheets with one hand and the other clutched at his hair. He attacked my sensitive puckered skin with his mouth and tongue.

I begged incoherently for him. "Oh CJ, yes, please, CJ, please..."

My whole body writhed around on the bed as he pleasured me. His tongue swirled and poked and prodded.

He finally crawled back up and kissed me. My body quivered as I wrapped my arms and legs around him.

"Lube?" he growled as he lifted up.

I reached for the nightstand and pulled open the drawer. I pulled out a bottle of lube and CJ took it and poured a generous amount onto his fingers. I drew in a sharp breath when I felt the cold gel touch my most private spot.

"Relax, baby. Let me give you pleasure."

I slumped back onto the bed as CJ inserted his finger into me. I moaned as he expertly slid it in and out, rubbing my sensitive prostate. He quickly inserted two fingers and I whimpered at the assault. He licked my balls and the underside of my cock as he pushed in three fingers. I grunted in discomfort.

"Relax," he whispered.

He took my softening penis into his mouth and gently sucked it back to fullness as his three fingers moved in and out. He was soon pistoning his fingers in and out of my tight entrance, prodding my inner g-spot with each thrust.

I grabbed the condom and gave it to him. "Now, CJ, please."

CJ leaned back onto his calves and looked down at me. "This isn't going to fit me, babe."

I looked down at his hard erection. It throbbed and a drop of pre-come dribbled out and dripped down the shaft.

"Do you have any XL's?"

I shook my head. "I've never been with someone who needed the large sized ones."

"I get tested regularly. I'm clean. But I can wait until next time, baby."

"I want you now, CJ. I trust you."

CJ applied more lube to my crack and then poured a liberal amount onto his cock. I reached down and smeared it around for him, sliding my slickened hand up and down the shaft. I reached under my knees and pulled back, exposing myself to him. He locked my knees over his elbows and pushed forward.

"Relax. Take a deep breath. Push out."

The head popped into me and I cried out in pain. I felt a burning and a cramping I squeezed my eyes shut and bit my lower lip. I could feel a couple of tears escape and fall. CJ's lips kissed and licked them away. I was on the verge of asking him to stop. 

"It'll be okay in a second, baby," he whispered. "I love you so much. I promise it'll get better. Just another minute, baby."

I opened my eyes and looked at him. He looked so concerned for me. His eyes welled with tears. "Do you want me to stop?"

"No, please," I begged. I pulled him closer to me and locked my eyes onto him. "I love you, CJ."

As the words came out of my mouth, the pain transitioned to a feeling of fullness. He moved my legs so that they were wrapped around his bubble butt and he lowered himself onto me and kissed me hard. His arms encircled me holding my shoulders. I pushed out and he slipped further into me, eliciting a groan from my lover. I whimpered and pushed up and back against him ever so slightly.

CJ grunted and pulled out, then pushed back in, rubbing the head across my prostate. I cried out as waves of pleasure racked my body.

"Oh god," he groaned. "You're so fucking tight... So hot..."

He moved again, sinking all the way into me. "Never barebacked before... so good, baby... so fucking good..."

As he leaned down to kiss me, I ran my fingers over his head. I untied the ponytail and let his hair fall free around his face.

I moved my hands to his soft hips and pulled him while pushing with my ankles. He moved in and out in a slow steady rhythm, then faster and harder. His cock felt so good and so hot inside me.

"Harder, CJ... Fill me up..."

CJ sucked on my neck as he pounded in and out of me. The slapping noises of his hips against my flesh was nearly as loud as the creaking and thumping bed. I didn't care if the whole building heard us. The man I loved was making love to me. I pushed up and back against him, trying to meet his thrusts. The slick head of my cock rubbed against his hairy belly, leaving a wet trail in the dense fur. I whimpered and moaned my need as I pushed up against his stomach, letting the wet fur tickle and stroke me closer to orgasm.

"I'm so close, baby," he grunted. "I gotta pull out."

"No, please don't stop," I begged. "Come inside me. Make me yours, CJ. Make me yours."

"Oh god, baby, I can't hold it back. It's too good..."

"Yes, CJ, I'm coming, I'm coming!"

"Come for me, baby. Oh god, I'm gonna fucking come! Oh fuck!"

As my body was rocked with intense convulsions, warm spurts of semen covered our stomachs. CJ thrust into me one final time and with a roar of my name, his penis throbbed and pulsed and filled me with his huge load. His thrusting slowed and he collapsed on top of me, his hard shaft still embedded inside me. He panted roughly in my ear as he came down from the high of his climax.

I was overcome with emotion and I tightly gripped his back and shoulders as I choked back a sob.

One of his hands moved to the back of my head. "Shh... It's okay, my little cub. I've got you and I'm never letting you go."

I felt CJ softening and he finally slipped out of me and I quietly whimpered at the loss. As he left my body, a warm rush of fluid dripped out of me and I tightened my muscles to keep it inside me.

CJ rolled onto his back and rolled me over so that my head was on his chest. I pulled the covers over us and wrapped my arm around him. One arm cradled my back while the other stroked my hair.

"Love you, baby," he whispered. His breathing was slowing.

"Love you, CJ."

His lips brushed the top of my head and he started snoring softly. My arm tightened around his torso as I snuggled into his warm body and joined him in sleep.

***

The next six months flew by like a dream. CJ and I grew even closer. From that first night, we spent nearly every night together, either at my apartment or his house. I went to all of Riot's shows.

CJ and I were tested and we were clean as we expected. After experiencing lovemaking naturally with CJ, I couldn't imagine using condoms with him and I know he felt the same.

As the months went on, I started spending more time at CJ's house. He and his brother owned the home and they took really good care of it and were great at fixing things up. Unfortunately, they were horrible at housekeeping. It seemed like I always ended up doing the cleaning, but I didn't mind it at all. I also cooked a lot for CJ and he loved my cooking. It was very domestic and I surprised myself at how much I liked taking care of CJ.

I went with CJ to his mom's for Thanksgiving and the food was great. I met his other two brothers and their families. They all seemed to accept me as CJ's boyfriend.

I spent Christmas at CJ's house with him and Steve and Missy.

It was March when Riot got good news. They were asked to open for a national tour of three rock bands in May. They were all so excited and the excitement was infectious and we went out to celebrate. I was really happy for them. I knew it was a great opportunity, lots of exposure, not to mention the money they'd be getting. They hoped the exposure would get them a record deal. They also planned on selling Riot t-shirts and CDs. The thing that was killing me was that they'd be gone for eight weeks.

When CJ and I crawled into his bed that night, we started kissing. I hugged my arms around his neck and I lost it. I started sobbing.

"I'm gonna miss you so much. I love you, CJ."

"I love you, too, baby. I'll be back. The time will fly by. You'll see."

"I need you, CJ. Please, show me how much you love me."

My beefy bear made slow passionate love to me that night, bringing me two orgasm twice, showing me how much he loved me.

A couple of days before they were to leave for the tour, they had a gig at Lobo's. I was backstage with Missy and Caleb's latest girl toy. The subject of the tour came up and Caleb's girlfriend rolled her eyes and said Caleb should be dumping her any second. I was puzzled why she would say that.

"With all those groupies on tour, those guys will have their pick. Those sluts just throw pussy at them."

"Steve's not like that," Missy said.

"Neither is CJ," I said with irritation showing through in my voice.

"He's a man. If it's offered, he'll take it. Besides, there's plenty of guy groupies who'd be more than happy to service your man."

"You don't know what you're talking about," Missy said.

"Right," she said. "When my ex went on tour last summer, he came back and gave me crabs."

"That's just nasty," I said.

Mick walked in with a stack of tour books and showed them all to us. Riot was near the back. I looked at all of the pictures and they were great. My man looked so hot in the pictures. There was a full page shot of him playing his bass. He looked like he was growling into the mic. He had on his biker boots, leather pants, a black tank top and a leather cowboy hat. I was proud and happy and a little bit aroused. I caught CJ's eye and he walked over to me.

"You're so freaking hot," I said.

He laughed at me and bent down and kissed the top of my head. I flipped to the next page. It had a promo picture of the four band members with their bios underneath. It said that CJ Adams played bass and was the younger brother of band-mate Steve Adams. It also said the 6'5" giant was single and looking for the ideal mate.

I got up from my chair and ran into the bathroom. I slammed the door shut and tears streamed down my cheeks. CJ opened the door and scooped me up into his arms.

"Why, CJ?" I cried.

"Baby, it's just marketing. They didn't think the fans would respond to me being out. I love you and what that book says doesn't change that."

"You're not going to dump me?"

"Never, baby. Never."

CJ was able to calm me down in time for them to go on stage, but the insecurity started to take over.

***

The eight weeks started out bad and just got worse. CJ called me every night at first, but half the time it was so loud, that we couldn't talk long. I had a really hard time sleeping. I was so used to him being in my bed or me being in his, that I tossed and turned all night. I'd wake up shivering, missing his warm body next to mine. I missed being intimate with him, not just sex, but his touches and kisses. Though, I missed the sex too.

After about five weeks, the calls became less frequent. Sometimes I wouldn't hear from him for a couple of days. He'd complain about how tired he was and he'd want to hang up and go to bed. Sometimes, it sounded like he was at a party and he'd clearly been drinking.

When I looked at the Riot Facebook photos, I would miss him so bad that I stopped looking at them for a time. After falling asleep on Saturday night with the phone in my hand and never receiving a call, I got up the next morning and signed into Facebook. I smiled at the pictures of the band and of CJ. Tears fell from my eyes because I missed him so much. Then there were the pictures of a party of some sort afterward. Pictures of girls all over CJ. A picture of CJ bent down and kissing some slut, their mouths wide open and tongues intertwined. A picture of Caleb posing with some girl with CJ in the background. He was leaning into a young blond twink's ear and whispering something. CJ's forehead was resting on top of the twink. The twink was blushing and giggling and had his hands on CJ.

I crawled into bed and sobbed myself to sleep. I ended up calling in sick to work on Monday because I couldn't drag myself out of bed. I ignored CJ's calls for two days after that because I couldn't bear to talk to him. When we finally did talk, I just let him do all the talking only responding with a "mm-hmm" or some other non-committal. He'd ask me if something was wrong and I'd just say I was tired.

When they finally came home, I expected a call from CJ, but he never called and I cried myself to sleep knowing that it was over.

The next morning I awoke to a loud knocking on the door. I padded out to the door in my pajama pants and opened the door.

CJ was standing there in jeans and a wrinkled t-shirt, looking disheveled.

"Hey, baby," he said. "I've been knocking for ten minutes, and you didn't answer your phone."

"Oh... It must be turned off."

"I was going to come see you last night, but I fell asleep and slept the entire day away. Fuck, I missed you so bad, baby."

CJ moved in to hug me, but I backed away.

"What's wrong, Micky?" he frowned.

"What are you doing?" I asked.

"What do you mean 'what am I doing?' I'm trying to give my boyfriend a hug and a kiss."

"I'm not your boyfriend anymore, CJ."

"What? Baby... I don't understand."

"I can't do it, CJ. I can't sit at home while you're out partying and kissing and flirting and who knows what else."

"What the fuck are you talking about, Micky?"

CJ was starting to get frustrated.

"I saw the pictures, CJ. I saw you kissing those girls. I saw them kissing you. I saw you with that blond boy."

Tears started pouring down my cheeks. "I think you should go now."

"I'm not going anywhere until we talk this through."

"Please, CJ, just go."

I choked back a sob and ran into my bedroom and threw myself on the bed. I curled into the fetal position and sobbed uncontrollably.

I heard my bedroom door shut behind me. I felt the movement on the bed as he sat down. Despite everything, I wanted him so bad for him to hold me and tell me it was okay.

"Mi--" CJ's voice cracked and he sniffled. "Micky. Please."

CJ laid down behind me and wrapped his arms around me. He held me tight against his body. I melted back into his arms. I couldn't help myself.

"I promise I didn't cheat on you, Micky. Please believe me. I would never do that to you. The only thing that helped me get through the last eight weeks was knowing that I was coming home to you."

I didn't say anything for a few moments. I knew he was telling the truth.

"I believe you," I whispered. "I'm so sorry, CJ. I know I'm jealous and insecure, but I can't help it. I missed you so much, CJ. So much. It hurt so bad to be apart from you. You probably think I'm crazy."

"I don't think you're crazy. I think you're in love with me. But you're inexperienced and you've been hurt in the past. I understand, Micky. You're the most important thing in my life. I'm not going to risk losing you. I'll quit the band if that's what it takes."

I gasped and turned around to face him. "You'd do that for me?"

"I'd do anything for you, baby."

"You can't do that, CJ. It's your dream. I see how much you love playing. I can't let you quit. I would never ever forgive myself if I took that away from you."




Groupie



"We're supposed to go on tour again in a month. I can't leave you behind again, not knowing what my leaving did to you."

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. I felt his hand on my cheek.

"Come with me, baby," he said.

I opened my eyes and looked at him.

"My house is paid for, our cars are paid for. I make enough to take care of us. Hell, you can be our assistant. Help us get stuff organized, help with the shirts and CD's."

"CJ? Are you serious? You mean quit my job?"

"Yeah, baby. If you're working for us, then you can come on tour with us. You can be my personal bodyguard... make sure no one gets too close."

CJ was smiling, trying not to laugh.

"I can kick a twink's ass if he gets too close to my man," I said.

I playfully tapped his chest with my fists and giggled.

"There's my smile," he said with a grin.

"I'll give my notice at work tomorrow, only if the guys say it's okay for me to work for the band," I said.

"Will Christie be okay with you moving out?"

"You... You want me to move in with you?"

"Of course. I need my cub with me, both at home and on the road."

"Miles practically lives here anyway, so I think she'd be okay."

I wrapped my arms around CJ's neck and buried my face in his neck and held him tightly.

"I love you, Micky."

"I love you, CJ."

"Can I have my kiss now?"

I nodded and CJ leaned in and kissed me gently. My eyes started to tear up. "I missed you. I love you."

"I missed you too, baby. You're my world. I couldn't live without you."

CJ rolled me onto my back and kissed me slowly and sensually. He ran his hands up and down my bare chest and stomach, causing me to quiver and whimper.

"I need you, CJ. Need you so bad."

I pulled CJ's shirt off and we quickly got rid of the rest of our clothes. I spread my legs, inviting him to move into position. He grabbed the lube out of the nightstand and teased and stretched me with his fingers. We were both too excited for extended foreplay. I pulled my legs back as he lubed up his cock. I gasped at the pain when he pushed in. It had been a while and I had to will myself to relax.

"Relax for me, baby," he whispered. "I love you."

I moaned as he slipped further into me. I wrapped my legs around him, digging my ankles into his bubble butt. He sunk all the way down to the root. I threw my head back and moaned loudly. CJ's mouth clamped onto my neck as he started to move. He started out with slow short strokes, but quickly built up to a full speed relentless rhythm. I whimpered at the assault on my prostate. After so many weeks without him, I couldn't hold it back. I let myself go.

"CJ!" I cried out as the first bolt blasted out of me. My dick jerked wildly between our bodies, spurting hot come all over both of us.

"Micky, baby, I'm coming!"

CJ shoved into me and held still for a second and let out a roar as I felt his cock expand and pulse. His white hot seed jetted into my body, shooting into me and filling me. His short thrusting jabs eventually slowed, but he remained erect inside me.

I panted underneath him, exhausted from my intense climax. CJ showed no signs of exhaustion as he started moving again.

I moaned softly. "Oh god... Again?"

He pulled out of me and rolled onto his back, pulling me with him.

"Ride me, baby," he growled. "I want to see you fuck yourself on my cock."

I straddled his chest and reached between my legs. I lifted his dick and slowly impaled myself onto him. I steadied myself with my hands on his belly and began to move up and down. CJ's hands gripped my hips and helped me move up and down. He bucked his hips up in rhythm with my movement. I threw my head back and braced myself with one hand on his belly and one on his thigh as he dug his fingers into my skin and pounded up into me.

I whimpered and begged. "Oh god... Fuck me, CJ. Fuck me."

"Fuck yeah! Ride my fucking cock, baby. You're gonna get my big cock every night, at home and on the road. Gonna fill you up with my come. Gonna keep you so satisfied you won't be able to think straight."

CJ's right hand left my hip and I watched him spit in it. He gripped my dick and fisted it up and down in rhythm with our movements.

"Come for me, cub! Come now!"

I cried out his name as a white rope of sperm arced out of me and landed in the middle of his chest, followed by several more spurts onto his chest and stomach. At the same time, CJ roared my name and thrust up into me, filling me up a second time.

My head fell back and I rested and tried to catch my breath with CJ still buried inside me.

"You're so fucking beautiful," CJ whispered.

I looked down at him and smiled. After my orgasm, I could no longer hold myself upright. As his softening member slipped out of me, a stream of his come leaked out and I clamped my muscle shut and blushed in embarrassment.

I reached down and grabbed my pajama bottoms. I wiped the sticky semen from my leg and butt and then wiped down CJ's hairy chest and groin as best as I could.

His eyes were half closed and I knew he wouldn't be awake much longer.

"C'mere, baby. I need you."

I tossed the pajamas onto the floor as he pulled me to his chest. I pulled the sheets up over us and settled down against him.

"I love you so much, CJ."

"Love you, baby," he mumbled as he started snoring softly.

I closed my eyes and listened to his breathing until it lulled me to sleep.

***

EPILOGUE 

was moved into CJ and Steve's house by the end of that week. Even though we spent nearly every night together before they left for tour, there was a different feeling that first night. I was no longer spending the night in CJ's bed. We were sleeping in our bed.

I quit my job and became Riot's personal assistant. The work was a lot harder than I thought it would be and the pay was pretty bad, but CJ made more than enough to take care of us. I also had a good bit of money saved up, so if we needed anything we could afford it.

Two months later, I was on the road with the band. As their assistant, I was really busy. I was constantly running back and forth, fetching things, making phone calls, working with their manager, talking with the venue crews.

By the end of the night, I would be exhausted and I came to understand first hand why CJ was so tired all those times we talked on the phone. Some nights we'd go to bed and we'd just fall asleep in each other's arms from exhaustion. CJ would make it up to me in the morning, though. If he didn't have sex with me at night, he usually had to have it twice the next morning. I didn't mind. I gave it up to my big bear whenever he wanted it. I was always ready for him.

Sure there were a lot of parties, but CJ was always well behaved. He was great with the fans, and I didn't mind the flirting, which was innocent and just CJ's way of being there for his fans. He never let them get out of line or disrespect me. I felt guilty that I ever doubted him. The good thing about being on tour with him, was if he needed any 'personal' matters taken care of backstage, I was always close by.

And the bio on the tour book? It now read that 'CJ Adams is engaged to be married to the band's personal assistant, Micky Butler'. 



Groupie's Nite Out



Another night, another show. Rex had played this song many times, fingering the bass notes on his Fender Precision, fast and furious, dancing around his side of the stage, mugging at the front rows of the audience and playing off the other guys in the band. From the stage, most places look pretty much the same: piles of speakers and bright lights to the sides of the stage and more bright lights in front. 

This university pub was no different. Looking down to the front of the stage, a bunch of guys with their fists in the air (or on another guy's mouth) and the occasional visions of female flesh, proudly displaying there hardened nipples in tight tops. Many of these eyed Rex's thick cock, trapped in the leg of his skin-tight pants. 

Surprisingly, Rex was picky. His experience was that the girls in the front row were often self-involved and, ultimately, not satisfying in bed. Rex looked for something special, a girl with a special look in her eye, a girl who would take the time to pleasure him in the way he loved best, to have his cock sucked slowly, building up to a long orgasm, spewing his sperm into the girl's soft, wet mouth. That girl would also enjoy Rex's talents - his love for sucking her pussy and fucking her slowly for hours with his big, hard cock. Such girls were not found in front of the stage, but further back, beyond the lights, waiting to show themselves to a guy that could capture their interest. 

As the song came to an end, Rex could hear cheering and yelling from a large group toward the back of the room. Looking past the lights, he could make out team uniforms and hoisted mugs of beer. It was a mixed bunch of guys and girls, a team of some sort. Apparently, they were celebrating a victory. As usual, they had no interest in the band , teams seldom did. 

Finally, the last song was played and Rex was finished for the evening. He left the stage, put his bass away, changed his clothes in the shabby dressing room and made his way out into the still-partying crowd to get a soft drink. Heading toward the bar, he passed the rowdy team. The girls caught his attention. In their short plaid skirts, their long legs and trim asses invited closer inspection. 

Then he noticed that he, too, was being inspected. Above a particularly long pair of legs was a tight pair of green shorts wedged up between bulging pussy lips. Above that, a trim waist and a bulging pair of tits straining a green and white satin jersey. Those tits were quite a bit larger than usual for an athletic girl. Rex's cock began to sit up and take notice. But, above that was the piece-de resistance, a face with high cheekbones, beautiful almond-shaped blue eyes, all framed by multi-coloured blonde hair. He was trapped by those eyes, looking at him, and by the tip of her tongue poking between her white teeth, framed by a slight smile. She glanced down at his cock, swelling down the leg of his tight jeans. She looked back up at his eyes, then flushed and looked away, turning toward her team mates. His cock felt turgid. He wanted her, but how to meet her? 

Rex turned toward the bar and caught the bartender's attention. 

"Can I have a Coke, please?" 

The bartender quickly poured a glass from the soda fountain, twirled the glass with a flourish and slid it across the counter. No payment was requested, since the band members got free soda (but had to pay for beer). Rex turned around and spotted the blonde athlete looking at him speculatively. She didn't have a mug in her hand, so he turned to the bartender and asked for another Coke. When it appeared on the bar, Rex waved a hand at it and smiled inquiringly to the girl. She smiled and walked over toward him. 

His heart pounded as he watched her breasts gently bounce and the space between her thighs appeared and disappeared. Remembering to look up at her face, he was rewarded by her smile and, once again, her eyes mesmerized him. He had never seen that shade of blue, especially not in oval eyes that reminded him of a far eastern land. 

She said, "Is that for me?" 

He wasn't sure she meant the glass of Coke, because her eyes kept straying to his cock, now bulging alarmingly down his leg. 

"Yes", he said, "It's all yours." 

She grinned and sipped the coke. "Thanks, I was thirsty." 

"Are you from here, or somewhere else?", he asked, inanely. 

"Not from here", she said. 

Skipping a couple of steps in the conversation, she said, "We're staying at the Holiday Inn. I'm rooming with three other girls. We're sharing beds. The team can't afford to put us up separately or even two to a room." 

Rex's thoughts of visiting her hotel room evaporated and he wondered how they might get some privacy. His hotel room was upstairs above the bar, but it was very much on the seedy side and he wasn't sure how adventuresome she might be. Little did he know!  

Meanwhile, her scent was getting to him, part gentle perfume, all girl. A rush of lust filled him and he felt his cock get hot and thick, pushing down the leg of his tight trousers. Looking at her team shirt, he spotted her nipples popping up the green and white satin. Looking up, her eyes were on his and she smiled. He'd never before felt this sexual connection and he thrilled at where it might lead. 

She asked where he was staying. When he told her, she said she had always wondered what the rooms were like. She'd heard rumours about how bar bands lived. He couldn't believe his luck. He asked her if she'd like to check it out. She agreed and introduced herself as Tabitha. He responded, saying his name, scarcely believing his luck. 

They finished their Cokes and left the bar. Winks, laughter and grins from a couple of the girls of the team followed them out the door, although he got the distinct feeling that the guys on the men's team were less enthused. Climbing the stairs to the rooms, Rex looked back to see if she was following him. She smiled up at him. He got the idea she was staring at his ass. Behind her, the drummer was climbing the stairs, staring at the slim, muscular ass and legs twitching above him. He grinned up at Rex and showed him two thumbs up. 

Unlocking the door to his room, Rex led Tabitha inside and shut the door. The glow of the neon sign outside flooded through the window and lit the room. Fortunately, the room was fairly neat and well kept, not the worst of the dives he stayed in. The maid had been in during the afternoon and Rex hadn't pulled the sheets down for his customary afternoon nap, sleeping on the top of the bed in the warm weather. He bent to turn on the bedside lamp and then turned to find her sitting on the corner of the bed with her hands between her knees, looking a bit tentative. 

Standing in front of her, he reached out and gently stroked her shining gold hair that framed those high cheekbones and intriguing lips. The beautiful blue eyes looked up at him. Looking into them, he was caught. This girl was different. He plunged his fingers into her hair and stroked it back, away from her face. She smiled. Her hands came up from between her knees and stroked up the front of his jeans, over the bulge hanging down his left leg. Her hands stopped at his hips and pulled him gently toward her, her legs parting to allow him closer to her. She pressed him hard against her face and tits, her hot breath slowly working through his jeans to further inflame his crotch. She pulled back and started to undo his jeans. He stroked her hair and let her pull his jeans open and push them down over his ass and down to his knees. 

His cock, released from prison, sprang up and slapped her chin. The fat mauve tip was wet with clear fluid, a testament to the effect she was having on him. Laughing, she looked up at him, then slowly extended her tongue and captured a drop of fluid. Pulling her head back, the drop stretched, becoming a strand of clear honey. She slurped up the fluid on her tongue, then went back for more. Again, she captured a drop and stretched it, licking his precum like it was the finest nectar in the world. Then she ducked her head down, turned slightly sideways and pressed her tongue up the length of his cock, right up the side. A drop of precum burst from the tip and started to roll down the head, but her tongue was there ahead of it, slurping it up. 

With every hot, wet swipe of Tabitha's tongue on his flesh, Rex's cock nerves danced. He panted and groaned with lust, rolling his head back and hanging onto her hair. Suddenly, his cock was engulfed in the hot liquid embrace of her mouth descending over it. At once, he wanted to cum and yet hold his cum forever. Before he knew it, most of his cock was in her mouth. Her tongue lashed the tube along the bottom of his prick. 

Never before had a woman taken so much of his cock in her mouth! His cock was bigger than most and was the subject of ribbing by some of his band-mates. Nonetheless, no woman had ever taken it all down. This girl, Tabitha, was only a couple of inches away from taking all of it. 

Her head rose and her lips, pursed tightly around his cock, climbing the shaft, drawing his skin up. When only the head remained in her mouth, her tongue rolled around it and teased the flesh below the hole. He felt like filling her mouth with sperm, but held off. If this was just the beginning... 

She twirled her tongue around his cock, then dropped her head again. He was in heaven. Then Tabitha did something he'd dreamed of experiencing - she slowly forced his prick into her mouth and throat, sucking all the way. He felt the smooth, slippery incredibly tight channel of her throat surround his cockhead and work its way down his shaft. His cockhead was stroked and tightly compressed by her throat. He groaned and arched his hips into her face, on the verge of cumming -- and then her head rose and her lips popped free of his cock. 

She grinned at him, then lowered her gaze to his swollen, shiny cock. He looked at it, too. He had never seen it so big. It looked like somebody else's cock, so long and fat had it grown. It was a deep purple, shiny with her saliva, the gnarled veins reflecting the light of the bedside lamp. Her saliva dripped down the shaft to his balls. Tabitha's hand stroked up the shaft and a blob of clear fluid appeared at the tip and started to roll down the purple head. She moaned appreciatively and dove down to swipe at it with her tongue, drawing another strand up from his cock to the tip of her tongue. A couple of times she did this, slurping and sucking at the strand, then her head descended and once again his cock was lovingly cradled in her mouth, her tongue squirming against the sensitive flesh between his cockhead and the shaft. 

He said, "If you keep going, I'm going to cum." 

"Where do you want to cum?", she asked. 

"In your mouth". 

She only smiled and groaned. Her head descended and his delicious torture continued, each bob of her head increasing the liquid pressure in his groin. His universe shrank until all he sensed was his cock and her hot, wet mouth, never resting in its quest for his sperm. The feelings concentrated in his cock were beyond his experience. He knew that this woman would slowly but surely gorge herself on his cock until his sperm erupted, and all he had to do was let it happen. His dream come true. 

Her hands joined the quest. Her left hand closed around the shaft and began stroking in time with her mouth, while her right hand rose to cup and gently knead his balls. Every time her head went down, his cockhead pressed into the narrow, tight entrance to her throat, her tongue stroking its full length. Her pace quickened as she sensed the climax of the quest. He felt the pressures in his groin focus and become white hot, while the sensations in his prick became overwhelming. 

With a loud groan, he pulled her hair toward his crotch when, unbelievably, her hand left his shaft, her head descended further than before and her lips went all the way down to the base of his cock. He felt his cockhead slip past the constricting ring at the entrance to her throat and then his cock was headed down her gullet, its smooth constriction tightly massaging his cockhead. Her teeth gently collided with his pubic bone and her tongue pressed against his balls, wriggling. It was too much. His groin heaved. He hunched over her head, hanging on for dear life. His sperm shot up inside his prick and out and spewed into her throat. She swallowed, torturing his cockhead with pleasure. Helplessly, his body spasmed, his groans rising to a crescendo. She was groaning, too, as his sperm pumped into her again and again. His insides turned themselves out in an effort to expel all of his essence into her sucking mouth and swallowing throat. Finally, his spasms relaxed. 

Tabitha slowly backed her head away, her tongue caressing the length of his cock slowly emerging from her mouth. Her tongue toyed with the head, licking up the small drops of sperm that hadn't gone straight down her throat. Rex struggled to remain standing, panting, his pants at his knees, his hands in Tabitha's hair and his cock, the purple mushroom head still in her mouth, starting to deflate. Tabitha's lips popped as they released the head and her hand came up to wipe strands and flecks of semen from her lips. She giggled and smiled up at him. Still panting, he smiled, lowered his head and kissed her hair. She was a beautiful gift. Now, it was time to unwrap the present. 

He reached down and lifted her team jersey. Her arms raised up and the top passed over her hands. He tossed it aside on the bed. Her white sports bra cupped her tits, but not for long. She reached behind her back, as only a limber young girl can, and the cups of the bra came loose. Her arms dropped, her shoulders shrugged, and the bra was whisked away to join her jersey. 

Her breasts were very teen like. Pale, their tops sprinkled with freckles, they were im-perfectly round,pear-shapped, with pink nipples crowning their tips, crinkling with lust. He cupped her tits, then gently squeezed her nipples between thumbs and forefingers, slowly increasing the pressure as he gently rolled the nipples. She groaned and her nipples swelled. He reached under her armpits, raised her to her feet. Her arms went around his back and his around hers, caressing the soft flesh and the strong muscles beneath. Their lips met. He tasted a hint of his cum on her breath, then he began to explore her mouth with his tongue. She gave as good as she got. Her slippery tongue chased his in and out of their mouths. When her tongue invaded his again, he captured it gently by sucking it between his lips, then tickled it with his own. Her eyes popped open and she grinned. 

He stood back and slid off his pants, then hooked his thumbs into her shorts and slid them down those long, smooth legs. Her little cunt emerged, lightly covered with a small triangle of soft blonde curls. As he knelt to pull her shorts to her feet, he could see her pussy lips, swollen, pink and damp, peeking out at him. He could feel her heat. She lifted her feet and he tossed the shorts away, then he pressed gently on her hips to sit her on the bed again. Standing, he ran his fingers over her hard nipples,then further up to her shoulders and gently pushed her back until she was sprawled across the bed. 

He paused in wonder. This long-limbed, pale-skinned beauty was lying there, blue eyes smiling up at him, blonde hair spread out in a fan, her breasts rising proud from her deep rib cage with those beautiful crinkly pink nipples winking at the ceiling. Her narrow waist and slim, rounded hips cupped her smooth, flat belly and neatly hidden navel. Below, her long legs was her pink swollen pussy lips that drew his mouth like a magnet. 

He knelt to worship it. This was no time to get fancy, so he went straight for the heart of the matter. Slowly, as lightly as he could, Rex dragged the tip of his tongue from the bottom of her pussy, where the juices were leaking out, up along her swollen lips, still not fully opened, to their joining, just grazing the small clit hiding there. She jumped, gasped and her hips moved upwards.Her juices were leaking and he tasted her with his tongue. 

He started at the bottom again, this time digging the tip of his tongue into her juices and pressing it up between her lips, parting the soft folds as he traveled up. Her hips squirmed and lifted off the bed, so he took the opportunity to cup his hands under her perfect ass, gently squeezing her ass cheeks. His tongue reached down and gently he plunged it into her anus. He twisted his tongue around it and she moaned, her breathing becoming ragged. So, he twirled his tongue again...and again. Her hips were grinding and her belly bulged with the tension building there. 

Gently, he pressed his upper lip against the hood of her clit and pushed up, exposing the clit to the lashing of his tongue. He began to relentlessly circle her clit with his tongue. He didn't let up. Her hips started to shake and her groans pitched higher and higher. To control her hips, he wrapped his arms up around them and gripped the tops of her thighs, never staying the assault of his tongue. Her juices flowed freely from her wet pussy, slipping down between her ass cheeks. Infrequently, he would swipe his tongue down over her lips and press his tounge into her hole. This got a delayed reaction, the intensity of the shaking and moaning increasing, her belly heaving with her panting. He felt the tension growing, tighter and tighter. 

Finally, she drew a great breath, heaved her hips up and her orgasm broke over her. She wailed, her hips thrashed, her back arched higher and she fell over sideways. Tightly gripping her, he followed her pussy with his tongue, feeling her spasms. Her arms slapped the bed and she gasped and cried out. Looking up, he could see her beautiful face twisted as if in agony, teeth and eyes clenched tight. She shook and shook, then, slowly, the intensity dropped. He could feel the tension leaving her and, as it did, he relaxed and slowed his tongue, following her spirit down to a quiet place. Her back relaxed and her ass settled back onto the bed. Little flicks of his tongue on her clit drew little jerks of her hips. 

But, he could feel that she was not empty, yet. Gripping her thighs in his arms, he sucked her clit into his mouth, gently captured it between his front teeth and lashed it rapidly with his tongue. Tabitha's backed arched, her hips jerked and she screamed. She spasmed helplessly in the grip of another orgasm. This one was over faster and he let her down gently as he sensed it ebbing. Gently, he stroked her clit and her pussy lips with his tongue, then releasing her hips, he leaned back. She was gasping, slowly recovering. Her eyes opened, staring at the ceiling, then found his. 

They both grinned. This was something special. She said, "That's the first time I've ever cum from being sucked. I didn't think it could happen for me. It was incredible, better than being fucked." 

His heart felt big in that moment. They had just begun.