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Nothing Else Matters Ch. 01

By: WhiskeyIsGood



The lights on stage went down, and the crowd roared as I grabbed my guitar and followed the rest the band on stage. Our cheering audience grew louder until I stepped up in front of the microphone. In all the years I had been doing this, it still felt like my very first performance every time I got out on stage. I smiled, drawing closer to the mike.

"Philadelphia!" I shouted, and they cheered louder. "It's good to be home... let's have some fucking fun!"

To my left, Brian started playing the well known bass lines to one of our oldest songs, becoming a classic in the punk scene after only a few years of when we stopped touring. After the first four songs of our set, I stepped back to the mike and took a deep breath, wiping the sweat from my forehead and smiling out at the crowd again.

"Alright! Who knows what today's date is?" I yelled into the microphone, "It's July 29th, 2015... today marks 20 years that all five of us have been in this band."

Once again they cheered, with the mosh area seeming to be the loudest.

"We've had so many good fucking times in this band. I've traveled the world with my brothers, making music and good friends in almost every city we've played. I don't think any of us thought we would be here today, twenty years after we starting this band. And I have just one person to thank for pushing me, and supporting not just myself, but this entire band since day fucking one... and she's right over there!"

I pointed off to the left of the stage, where a tall blonde woman in her early fifties stood, smiling over at me. 

"You all know who she is... Christina! This girl has been my lover and my best friend for as long as I've been in this band. She was among the ten people who came out to our first show, and she's been at our side ever since."

Everyone cheered for Christina, as I motioned for her to come out onto the front of the stage. When she did, I pulled her into a hug and kissed her on the lips, and she smiled at me as our lips parted. And I'd meant every word that I just said too. Christina and I had been to hell and back together, not just as a couple, but as a team... we were best friends. My mind flashed back to the night we first met... twenty years ago... our first show.

Twenty years earlier...

July 15th, 1995

The light rain tapped insistently against the window pane, as the thunder of a coming storm echoed throughout Center City Philadelphia. I lay on my mattress, just staring at the wall, when a knock came from my apartment door. Groaning, I sat up and ran a hand through my non-spiked Mohawk as I pushed myself out of the bed. 

At 22 years old, I was a frail kid weighing in at around 130 pounds. I had brown eyes and naturally brown hair, although it was never its natural color at all anymore. I drug myself across the apartment to the door, and unlocked it, pulling it open to find my best friend Joe standing on the other side with his brother Matt.

"Dude, it's almost three in the afternoon," Joe laughed as he saw the tell tale signs that I had slept through the whole day again. 

The messy hair, the heavy looking eyes... it was easy to see I hadn't been out of bed, or done a damn thing yet today. 

"You're point?"

"The show starts at seven tonight," said Matt. 

"We were going to head down to the Troc early and hang out."

I blinked, surprised at myself that I had forgotten so easily what was going on today. We were supposed to be seeing our favorite punk band, Rancid tonight, at the Trocadero Theatre. Once it clicked, I stepped back into the apartment and quickly started searching for my clothes, as Matt and Joe stepped behind me.

"Jeez Danny... this place stinks," Matt teased.

"Fuck off Matt," I replied, laughing at his remark. "Your place isn't any better."

"He does have a point little brother," said Joe.

I slipped into a pair of plaid pants, and then pulled on my Doc Martins, before grabbing my Rancid tour T-shirt. It had a few small tears in it, but it was a couple of years old and I wore it a lot more then I wore most of my other shirts. 

"Alright let's get moving," I said, walking towards the door.

Joe blinked, and tilted his head to the side, sizing me up as if he were trying to tell me that I was missing something.

"You're not gonna to spike the hawk?"

I ran my hand through the messy, flattened Mohawk and shrugged my shoulders.

"No time," I replied, and Joe and Matt laughed at me as we made our way out the apartment. 

I locked up, and a few seconds later we were outside in the cool humid air.

The Troc wasn't too far from where I lived, in my shitty little apartment above a pizza shop on 8th and South Street. As we stepped outside, I was glad that I had decided not to spike the Mohawk, since it was starting to rain so heavily anyway. To my knowledge, it was supposed to stay this way for the majority of the day as well. I pulled out the hood that was attached to my leather jacket, and covered my head from the heavy down pour as we started walking down 8th towards Arch Street.

As we got closer to the Troc, we started noticing more punks walking around, and it was obvious where they were going. When we arrived, there was already a pretty long line outside the doors. Matt, Joe and I ran across the street and took our places at the back of the line. It was a sheltered area where we were out of the rain at least. I pulled the hood down, and sighed, leaning against the wall behind me.

"What fucking time is it," I asked.

"I don't know," Joe said, glancing at the watch he had on his wrist. "We got... two hours left before the doors open."

I wasn't looking forward to that long a wait... although nobody else was either I suppose... we all just wanted to get inside. We had been waiting for this show for a couple of months now. 

Pennywise, NOFX and Rancid all in one show. It was sure to be an amazing night.

I started listening to punk rock when I was about 14-years old. I first heard the sweet, aggressive sounds of Nervous Breakdown, from Black Flag, when I picked up one of my older brothers mix tapes and popped it into the stereo out of complete boredom. The aggressive, angry lyrics fit my mood well on that sun shiny day, and after that I was hooked. I was a punk rocker then, I was a punk rocker now, and I was certain I would be a punk rocker when I was eighty years old. End of fucking story.

I met Joe a few months later, when I started my freshmen year of high school, and just a couple days later I met his brother Matt. The three of us became the best of friends, and had pretty much never been apart since. 

I got the both of them into punk rock, and before long the three of us were going to shows and getting heavily into the local punk scene. We had been in and out of different bands of our own, and loved making our own music. Me on lead guitar and vocals, Matt on drums and Joe on rhythm guitar. We'd recently formed a new band called Smile Hostage Refuge, and after a few weeks of practicing on our own, found a bass player. Brian was a couple of years older than we were, and had actually been best friends with my brother Mike for a long time as well. Our very first show was set for the end of the month, and we couldn't wait to get back on a stage again. It had been about a year since our last band split up, and we missed being in front of a crowd of people moshing and singing along.

As we stood waiting for the doors to open, Brian and my brother Mike showed up and joined us in line. I hadn't seen Mike in a few weeks as he had been out touring with his own band. It was good to catch up with him.

"What have you been up to dude?" I asked, giving him a playful shove.

"You know the answer to that... I'm glad to be home though. Touring's fun, but that last trip out was a pain in the ass."

"Man, quit your complaining," said Joe. "I'd kill to be in your place, hitting the road and touring like that."

"All in due time buddy," Mike laughed.

"We'll get there Joe," said Brian, "we haven't even played our first show yet. Let's worry about touring a little later."

Mike leaned up against the wall next to me and lit a cigarette, taking a long drag and blowing out the smoke. He leaned on my shoulder, and I could tell he'd had a couple of beers before coming here, judging by his breath.

"So little brother... you still with that girl Casey?"

I flinched at the mention of my most recent ex-girlfriend. Mike obviously had not heard the news yet, which didn't surprise me since he'd been on the road for a few weeks. Joe and Matt glanced over rolling their eyes, and Joe gave him a look that answered the question for me. Mike sighed, taking a drag of his cigarette. I heard him draw in a breath to say something, and I backed away and held my hand up to stop him.

"Don't say it!"

"Don't say what?"

"Don't say 'I told you so' dude."

"I wasn't..."

"Mike, you know you were going to," Brian chimed in, before my brother sighed hard, and shrugged his shoulders.

"Alright look... I won't say it. But I mean... Danny, ya gotta stop hooking up with these psycho bitches all the time."

I rolled my eyes and found myself suddenly craving a beer. 

"She ain't gonna be here tonight, is she?" he asked.

"No, I don't think so... I'm pretty sure she has to work."

Mike nodded, as I heard a sigh relief come out of him. He could be a dick sometimes, but I was his little brother, and when it came down to it he didn't let people fuck with me. He hated most of the girls I had been with over the years, but never had he hated any of them as much as he hated Casey. Rightfully so though, I suppose, because Casey really was off her fucking rocker and she'd done a lot of damage in the two years that we had been together. 

She was a self-centered little egomaniac that would blow her top right through the fucking roof most days. She also had a tendency to judge me for a lot of stupid crap... things that someone who claimed to love you probably shouldn't judge you for, but that was Casey. I had put up with it for a long time, until I just couldn't put up with it anymore. Finally one day I flipped... and our relationship was over. I had been bummed since it ended, but I knew it was for the best. 

As depressed as I had been, there wasn't a bone in my body that wanted anything more to do with Casey... ever again.

Between talking with my brother and our friends, and other people in line, time seemed to go by pretty fast. Before we knew it the doors to the Troc opened up and everyone piled inside and out of the cold wind & rain. We made our way up to the balcony first, to hit the bar up there and get some alcohol in our systems. Pennywise took to the stage first, at about 7:30, and we decided to hang up there for that show and watch from the balcony. 

Once their set was done, we made our way downstairs to get a good spot in the mosh pit before NOFX came out. Brian, Joe, Matt, and Mike made their way into the pit and I told them I would be there shortly. I had to hit the bathroom, before I did anything else. After relieving my bladder, I came out of the bathroom and rushed into the pit, re-grouping with my friends just in time to see NOFX hit the stage. 

They kicked off their set with 'Linoleum' from their album Punk In Drublic.

Halfway through the set we were crowd surfing and moshing and the night was turning out to be pretty fucking fun. They were between songs, and the singer for the band was talking to the crowd about some shenanigans they'd gotten into during this tour... and that's when I saw HER for the very first time.

Across the pit, exactly opposite from me on the other side, was a woman... an angel... she had long hair dyed bright blue. She wore a black skirt and a black tank top that said Minor Threat on the front, and a pair of Converse sneakers. I couldn't take my eyes off of her, and decided I wanted to try and talk to her. 

I started pushing my way through the crowd in an attempt to get near her, trying to figure out as I moved how I was going to start a conversation. When I got up next to her, she didn't notice me at first, but then she turned and saw me and smiled briefly before looking back up at the stage. 

The band was about to start their next song, so I decided to wait, because if I tried to talk now, she'd never hear me.

They started playing the next song, "Dying Degree" and the pit was going insane. People were pushing up against each other, moving back and forth like a giant tidal wave with people crowd surfing over us. I started jumping up and down, fist in the air, screaming the words to the song and really having a good time. Someone a little ahead of me, fell backwards and bumped into the girl I had been checking out, causing her to fall back into me and nearly knocking me over. I just barely caught my balance, and held her up straight. She smiled back at me mouthing the words 'Thank you' before once again pushing forward and rejoining her friends.

The song ended, and to my surprise the girl turned around and started pushing towards me now. I took a deep breath, as she got closer and she placed a hand on my shoulder.

"Thanks for stopping me from falling back there! 

It's easy to get trampled in a crowd like this if you hit the floor."

I smiled at her and replied, "No problem, I'm Danny!"

I held out my hand and she shook it saying, "I'm Christina!"

The band made their way off stage for a moment to catch their breath, and the lights stayed dimly lit as the audience waited for their return. This left a few minutes for Christina and I to talk and get to know each other a little better.

"Are you here for NOFX or Rancid?" I asked.

"Both really... but I really want to shake Mike's hand," she said, referring to the lead singer of NOFX. "I've been trying to get up there all night, but I'm a bit of a nervous crowd surfer."

"Let me help you," I offered.

"Really?"

"Wait until the next song... I'll get you up there."

It didn't seem like she really believed me, but I was determined to prove I was serious. When the band returned to the stage, and announced their last song of the night, I got up behind Christina hoping that she didn't take offense to how close I was standing to her. When the music started up, and the pit started moshing again, and I carefully grabbed Christina from behind. She gave a high pitched squeal and laughed as I lifted her up above me, and pushed her forward to the person in front of me, who carried her on to the person in front of him. 

They crowd surfed her towards the stage, and she waved back at me, laughing the whole way up to the stage. 

I watched her crowd surf, while I sung along to the lyrics of the song 'Perfect Government'.

"Even if it's easy to be free, what's your definition of freedom and who the fuck are you anyway, who the fuck are they, who the fuck am I to say what the fuck is really going on!"

Sure enough, when Christina got up there, she reached up and shook hands with Mike, before one of the bouncers helped her down and directed her back to the pit.

I lost sight of her after that, and was a little disappointed, but happy to have at least made an impression. NOFX finished their set, and I had to relieve my bladder again and wanted another beer too. I pushed my way out of the crowd to the bathrooms, and quickly did my business before heading back out to grab another beer. As I stood in line for my drink, I felt a hand on my shoulder and turned around to see someone I hadn't either expected or wanted to see... Casey.

"Hey you," she said, in her usual loud, cheerful voice as she threw her arms around me to hug me. 

She reeked of beer and cigarettes and cheap perfume, as I tried to pull away from her.

"Hey," I said, trying to sound happy to see her, 

"I didn't think you would be here...I thought you were at work."

"Are you kidding me? It's fucking Rancid! I requested off for this. Where are Matt and Joe?"

"Up front by the stage," I said pointing back in that direction.

"When the show's over, we should all get together and go grab some drinks. Maybe we could head back to my place after that and you and me could have a little fun. Catch up on some stuff."

I was trying to think of the best way to tell her no, without having to be a total asshole. Normally with Casey though, you had to be an asshole to get your point across. I just didn't want to, but then this wasn't the first time since our break up that she had suggested she wanted me back... it was after all, me who had broken up with her in the first place. As I said though, there wasn't a bone in my body that wanted anything more to do with her, so there was no fucking way we were getting back together.

"I don't know," I said, preparing to let her down.

"C'mon babe... I'll do that thing you always love,"

I sighed, shaking my head and looking away a little annoyed now. I could feel my patience starting to slip. That's when I once again felt a hand on my shoulder! Turning around, I found Christina throwing both her arms around me and hugging me close before giving me a kiss on the lips.

"Thanks for getting me up there babe," she said really loudly, "I couldn't ask for a better boyfriend!"

It took a few moments, and then I realized what she was trying to do. I had just met her, and she was helping me out of a situation I really didn't want to be in. I really owed her one for that. Casey frowned, her attitude quickly changed and she turned away, grabbing a beer and pushing her way through the crowd away from us. I turned to look at Christina and the both of us started laughing.

"Thanks! You didn't have to do that, but it was appreciated!"

"It was no problem. After all, you did help me crowd surf my way up there to shake hands with Mike. So, I kind of owed you."

"Not at all, but I appreciate it a great deal anyway."

"So, who was she?"

I shook my head, finally getting my beer and taking a swig.

"Ex-Girlfriend... I broke up with her because she was out of her fucking mind, and she's been trying to get back with me for a while now. You really saved my ass there."

"No problem."

We talked for a few more minutes, as I finished up my beer and then we heard the audience cheering, signaling that Rancid was on their way onto the stage. The two of us pushed our way back into the crowd, trying to get back up to the stage. The remainder of the show was amazing, filled with lots of moshing and loud singing both from the audience and the band itself. When it was over, we poured out of the Troc back into the cool rainy air, except this time it was welcomed by the herd of sweaty punks who were exhausted from a good night of rock and roll.

I'd lost sight of Joe and the others inside, so I had been hanging out with Christina during Rancid's set. Once we were outside though, Joe came running up behind me and grabbed me by the shoulders, drunkenly shaking me and shouting about how much fun the show had been. I laughed, as Matt, Brian and Mike caught up with us as well, and the two friends that Christina was there with joined up with her too. I glanced over at her and smiled, pulling away from Joe.

"Guys, this is Christina," I introduced her to them. 

"Turns out Casey was here tonight and Christina here really did me a huge favor by helping me get out of talking with her."

"Only because Danny helped me get up front to shake hands with Mike from NOFX."

"Christina," my brother said, "Thanks for helping my brother back there. That piece of trash Casey doesn't belong in his life."

"It was no problem," she laughed.

Her friends hinted that they wanted to get moving, and so Christina turned to give me a hug.

"It was fun tonight. I'm glad I met you," she said.

I blushed slightly as we hugged and I agreed with her.

"Maybe we could get together sometime soon? Oh, my band is playing in a couple weeks, at the TLA. You should come out if you can... bring your friends!"


Nothing Else Matters Ch. 01



"That sounds great," she said smiling.

One more hug, and she was on her way down the street with her two friends. Joe, Matt, Mike, Brian and I decided to stop at a nearby pizza shop and grab something to eat. The entire time we were there, and the whole remainder of the night, I couldn't stop thinking about Christina. I really hoped that she would show up for the band. 

A few weeks later, on July 29th, Matt and Joe met up with me at my apartment like usual. It was around 4:30 when they got there and I grabbed my equipment, making my way outside to the van we had rented. Inside the trailer attached to the back was all of our equipment. We arrived at the TLA, or Theatre of the Living Arts, within a few short minutes, pulling up in front of the building and parking the van. We got out, and Mike, Brian and a few of his friends met up with us to help carry in all of our equipment. We opened up the van and started carrying separate pieces of the drum kit inside, before pulling out Joe's half stack and a smaller amplifier that belonged to me. 

Next trip was Brian's half stack, and as I was lifting my amp up onto the stage, I heard Mike shouting my name. I set the piece of equipment down, and turned to look towards him.

"Your friend from the Rancid show! She's here!"

I almost didn't know who he meant, but then it dawned on me.

"Christina?"

"That's her," he replied.

The smile on my face could have lit up the whole fucking stage, and my brother started laughing when he saw how happy I was. I finished helping everyone set up all the equipment, and then we ran a quick sound check to make sure it was all in good condition. By the time all of that was finished, it was almost eight o'clock and the doors would be opening up soon.

I wanted to go out and meet up with Christina, but I was starving and we had just ordered food, which was waiting back stage at that point. I decided to meet up with her when it was over, and just take care of my hunger for now.

We started getting ready to head out on stage for our first show, and at 8:29, we were given our cue to head up, and with that we made our way up the ramp into the dim lit room. I expected more, but when we got up there a very small crowd greeted us. I stepped up to the mike, with my guitar, and did a quick count... probably only around ten people. I wasn't extremely surprised, since it was our first show, but seeing as we had been in other bands in the past I figured it would probably be a little more people than that. 

I was relieved however, when my eyes fell upon Christina, who smiled and waved up at me. I smiled back... it made my day just seeing her out there. I looked briefly at my band mates to see if they were ready, and when they gave me the okay I looked back at the audience and started talking.

"What's up everybody!" I yelled out. "We're Smile Hostage Refuge... thank you all for coming out to our first show. Let's have some fucking fun!"

I kicked things off with a very fast and aggressive simple three chord riff, and was joined with a pounding bass line from Brian. The others joined in, and by about halfway through the song the small audience seemed to be getting into the music we were playing. It wasn't really a big enough crowd for too much moshing or crowd surfing, but they did their best to let us know that they liked what they were hearing. 

Christina was at the front, smiling up at me the entire show.

We played about eight of our own songs, and then did a few covers from bands that we had liked during practice sessions. When it was over, the overall reaction seemed to be good, and we were looking forward to our next show.

I met up with Christina in the lobby and she gave me a big hug when I got out there. 

"You guys sounded really good," she said. "Like a classic 80s hardcore band. You remind me of early Black Flag sort of."

"Wow, that's a pretty big compliment," I laughed.

"Listen uh... after we load everything back onto the van, do you think you might want to go grab a beer or something with me?"

She seemed to think about it for a moment, before nodding her head. "Okay sure... but... we should talk first."

"Talk? Talk about what?"

She sighed, and seemed to be struggling with whatever it was that she wanted to discuss with me. I worried for a moment... had I done something to upset her without realizing? Thinking about it though, there wasn't much that I could have done that would have offended her since I came out into the lobby.

"What's the matter?"

"It's just... I like you Danny. But I want to make sure you know this early on... it's probably not a good idea for the two of us to be anything more than really good friends."

While I had been hoping to build up to something a little more then friendship, I was surprised to hear her say this as I had so far not made any sort of a move in that direction. I had flirted a little bit here and there and so had she, but other than that...

"Well... can I ask why?"

"It's just..."

She hesitated for a moment or two then cleared her throat.

"I'm older then you. I'm 30-years old, and your 22 years old and I mean... wouldn't you want someone closer to your age?"

I honestly hadn't even realized she was older, but when it came down to it, age wasn't really something that bothered me.

"I'm not trying to rush things, trust me, but I don't mind if your older then me."

"I guess I don't really either," she admitted. 

"There's a few things you don't know about me. I'm not um... normal really."

"Fuck, that's okay, normal kind of scares me."

She laughed at that, and I was relieved to see her smile again. Relieved that I had managed to sway the conversation slightly from the negative direction it seemed to have been going.

"That's good," she said finally, "But how un-normal are you really okay with?"

I was starting to wonder what exactly it was she was so afraid of here. What the hell was she hiding, that she thought would make me not want anything to do with her? 

"Why don't you tell me what it is... I'm sure I can handle it."

She seemed like she was going to try and steer away from it for a moment, but took a deep breath and exhaled, as though she was trying to calm her nerves. 

"What if I told you that... I'm not like most girls that you've probably been with. In fact, I'm positive you've probably never been with a girl like me before."

"I'd agree with that," I said, "because I don't think I've ever been with a girl that I found as beautiful as you."

She blushed at that and smiled again. I made my way back to the stage to help the guys move all the equipment out onto the trailer, and then told them I was heading out to grab a few drinks with Christina. I met up with her again in front of the Theatre, and we walked down a couple of blocks to a nearby bar. I was sort of hoping that after a few drinks, I might be able to get her to loosen up a bit and tell me what it was she was so afraid of. Alcohol almost always helped when coming out about things that you felt nervous about discussing with people. But it didn't work, at least not at that moment. 

We stayed at the bar until closing, at which point we were both pretty drunk. We decided it wasn't time to end the night yet though, so we made our way down to Penn's Landing and sat by the river for a while. As we talked, I started to sense a change in direction in our conversation, and Christina started opening up a little more now.

"So, you really want to know what kind of a woman I am?" she asked.

"Only if you want me to know."

She took a deep breath, then took a drag from a cigarette and blew the smoke out. She looked out towards Jersey, across the bridge and proceeded to tell me her secrets.

"I was born in New Jersey you know. Born and raised in Camden."

"Camden," I repeated. "It's brutal over there with the crime."

"Yeah, well there are worse places I suppose. But for the kind of life I lived and still live today, it was a little worse. I wasn't born Christina Scott."

"What... you changed your name? Are you in some sort of witness protection or some shit?"

"Ha, I wish it were that simple. I was born Christian Scott."

That was a man's name. What was she trying to...? 

"Danny... I'm a transsexual."

I hadn't realized she was older then me... and I definitely failed to realize that she was a transsexual. There wasn't a thing about her that would indicate any possibility of her not having been born a woman. Transgender was still a little taboo at that point, and it was a little foreign to me, although I did at least know what it meant.

"I was born Christian Scott, and I lived life as Christian until I was fifteen years old. 

I came out to my family at the age of fifteen, and it back fired on me. They started pretty much treating me like shit because of who I was, so I ran away when I was sixteen and I never looked back."

"That's pretty fucked up... that they forced you like that I mean."

"I was better off without them," she said. 

"I started my transition when I was nineteen, and I've been living as a woman ever since. I'm 32 now, and a lot happier than I was back then."

I smiled, and I think that took her by surprise as I put my arm around her and pulled her closer to me.

"Now... why would you think I'd freak out over that?"

"I wouldn't have blamed you if you did... it's a reaction I've gotten use to, to be honest. Not very many men are interested in being with a transsexual woman Danny."

I shrugged my shoulders, looking out across the Delaware.

"Well, I've never been with one before. But, if I were with one I wouldn't see her as a transsexual. I would see her as a woman. I see you as a woman Christina and I didn't even suspect you could have been born a man. Your absolutely beautiful."

She snuggled closer to me, and we were both quiet for a few seconds, before she looked up at me and then leaned in close and our lips pressed together. Her breath tasted like alcohol, but I was sure mine did too, as we started making out quite passionately. We kept it up for a couple of minutes, and slowly things started to get a little more heated as we kissed.

Her hand moved down over my cock and started rubbing it through the fabric of my pants, and then started playing with the zipper. She slowly unzipped me and reached inside, taking hold of my already erect cock and pulling it free. She started stroking it as we continued kissing, and then finally our lips parted and she slid down onto her knees in front of me. She licked the tip of my cock and I gasped at the feeling of her wet tongue, as she started teasing me with it for a few seconds. 

Finally, after a few moments of teasing, she wrapped her warm lips around me and took me deep into her throat and started sucking. I moaned, leaning my head back as her head bobbed up and down, sucking and stroking my cock. I hadn't gotten any action in months, so needless to say, this felt fucking great. 

It wasn't my original intention to hook up with her like this, but if she was okay with it then so was I. I wasn't going to turn down a blowjob from a hot girl like her.

Curiosity started to set in as she sucked me, and I'm not sure what came over me, but my hand moved down between her legs and started moving up and down her smooth legs and under the skirt she was wearing. I moved my hand higher up until it reached a bulge in her panties... 

I knew what it was. She jumped, a little surprised at the touch of my hand and stopped sucking to look up at me.

"What are you doing?"

"I'm sorry," I replied, "do... do you want me to stop?"

She chuckled, and shook her head. "No! Well, only if your uncomfortable. You don't have to touch me down there, unless it's something you want to do. In that case, I'm not going to say no if you do."

I laughed, and continued to gently rub her bulge, and she resumed sucking my cock. The better it started to feel, the more I rubbed her member, and soon my hand slipped under her panties and started stroking her cock instead of just rubbing. She seemed to like that, because her breathing started getting heavier as she tried to focus on pleasuring me. From what I could feel in my hand, her cock was relatively big... probably around seven inches or so at least. 

I moaned, as I felt a familiar feeling come over me and I knew it wouldn't be much longer before I reached that point she was trying to take me to.

Finally, I gasped, tightening my grip around her cock, and pushing my own deeper down her throat. I started to shake and my cock started to pulsate and throb in her mouth, before spewing my thick, hot cum down her throat. She swallowed every single drop. 

As I finished my orgasm, I felt her cock start to throb in my hand, and she groaned in pleasure as she covered my hand in her own thick, warm load. There was quite a bit of cum now dripping down my fingers, as I pulled my hand out of her panties and she leaned back and sighed.

We both started laughing, still pretty drunk, as she pushed herself back up and sat down next to me again. She took my hand, still covered in her cum, and before my eyes she started licking her cream off of my hand, sucking on my fingers each one at a time, before kissing me on the lips.

We sat there and cuddled, staring up at the night sky in silence for a few minutes. By the time we left Penn's Landing, it was around four in the morning, and both of us were exhausted. I walked her to her apartment, which was located over in the Fishtown section of Philadelphia.

I then started making my way back to my own apartment on South Street. It was a bit of a walk, and I didn't get back until almost half past five, at which point I collapsed on my bed and fell asleep within minutes of my head hitting the pillow. 

I couldn't help dreaming of my Christina, as I slept well into the middle of the day.



Nothing Else Matters Ch. 02



 Here's Chapter 2 of Nothing Else Matters. The first part got some good reviews, so I've decided to carry on with it. Thanks to my editor as always, who helped shape it up a bit for me. 

There will be more to come with this series soon, as well as a few one shots that I have in store. Hope you all enjoy.

Whiskey

*****

The next day, I awoke with the sun blasting through my window as if it were trying to purposely shake me from a deep sleep. Groaning, I rolled out of bed, did my business and lit up a cigarette, taking a long drag before heading towards the shower. For several minutes, I simply let hot water bring me back to life, before finally beginning to wash up. 

I dried my hair and was determined to properly spike the red Mohawk that sat atop my head. After half an hour of pulling my hair into a liberty spike style Mohawk and gluing the pieces in place, I quickly threw on a plain white T-shirt, plaid pants, and my boots. Then out the door I went, rushing off to grab some breakfast before band practice.

As I made my way towards the local breakfast stand on 8th street, my mind went back to the memory of what happened between Christine and I last night. She came to our first show, and then afterwards we went out and got drunk together. When we got drunk, we ended up down at Penn's Landing, where she told me her secret... 

Christine was actually a transsexual. 

She had a fucked up past, having been neglected by her family at just fifteen when she told them who she really was. There was more to it I knew, she hinted at the trauma she withstood... but she had stopped short of telling me just what else had happened.  

After this long talk, once she knew I was okay with who she was, she performed oral sex for me. And I... well, I had gotten her off by stroking her cock under her skirt. I hadn't actually seen it, but I felt it. It was a strange experience for sure, but not one that turned me off at all. I was just happy to have made her feel as good as she had made me feel.

I bought a breakfast hoagie and then made my way towards the 8th street Market Line. I took it to City Hall, switching over to the Yellow Line and taking that a little ways further. We had rented out a small basement beneath a Chinese Restaurant that we used as our practice space. Just enough room for a small mixing board for demo's, our drum kit, amplifiers and all the other small and crappy equipment we owned. When I arrived, Joe, Matt and Brian were already there, setting up their own equipment for the practice session. 

I quickly got all of my own stuff ready to go, and by 10:00 AM, we were jamming out all of the same tunes we had played the previous night on stage. 

Practice usually ran about an hour and a half, and today was no different. When we finished, I took a seat on a folding metal chair and kicked my feet up. Matt ran upstairs to grab something to eat from the restaurant above us and Brian was outside smoking a cigarette. 

Joe plopped down on another chair next to me, and lit up a smoke, glancing over at me as he took a drag.

"So man, don't spare the details," he said. "How did it go with you and uh... what's her name last night?"

"Christine?"

"Yeah, Christine."

I laughed, and shrugged my shoulders. Obviously, I wasn't about to just tell him outright that she had a dick. There were two reasons for that... the first being that I wasn't exactly sure I was ready to let everyone know I was dating a transsexual. The second was that I didn't really know if Christine herself wanted anyone to know just yet. I figured it might be rude to just spill her business out like that.

"It went great dude, really. We had some drinks, hung out at Penn's Landing, and I walked her home. Got in pretty late."

"That's it? Nothing else happened?"

"Well... look, we didn't go all the way," I laughed, "just far enough to have a little bit of fun, that's all."

"Hey, fun is fun brother," Joe said, chuckling.

"Christine... she's a lot of fun to be around. I've got a good feeling about this one Joe. I'm hoping to get together with her again tonight, and maybe get to know each other better."

We hung out for about another hour in the basement, before all of us went our separate ways. Not really wanting to head home yet, I made my way towards a nearby payphone to call Christine. I dialed the number and it rang three times before I heard a soft click, followed by her voice.

"Hello?"

"Hey, it's Danny."

"Hey," she said, sounding relieved to hear me. "I didn't think... well, didn't think you'd bother calling me."

That was surprising, and I needed to find out why she would think that.

"Why not?" I asked, confused.

"Well, it's just... ya know... after what I told you last night. It's a lot to take in, and I kind of thought maybe the only reason you were okay with it all last night was because we were drinking. Sometimes people feel differently about things, once the alcohol wears off."

While that wasn't the case at all, I was surprised that she had actually expected me to be that kind of person.

"Christine... that's not me. I told you last night I was okay with it... and hell, after what we did it's pretty set in stone that I am okay with it. Aside from laughing and being really loud, I don't act very differently when I'm drunk, compared to how I act while I'm sober."

I heard a soft sigh on the other end of the phone.

"That's good to know. Because I really do like you Danny."

"I like you too Christine. Listen... would you like to get together tonight, maybe grab something to eat and get to know each other a little more?"

"That sounds great!" she said, sounding excited.

"Awesome. I have to go to work for a few hours, I get done at six... how 'bout I pick you up at your place at seven?"

"Sounds good to me," she agreed.

After saying our goodbyes, I started rushing to work, excited to get finished and meet up with Christine tonight. I worked at a nearby record store on South Street that sold all kinds of genres. They were known for having a pretty big Punk selection too. I got there a few minutes early, and started my shift. 

It wasn't a very busy day for some reason, and I spent most of my time sitting behind the counter, just relaxing. I couldn't stop thinking about Christine at all, and I kept glancing at the clock. Six o'clock finally arrived and I was out the door heading up the street to my apartment to get changed into some fresh clothes. Once I'd decided what to wear, I made my way over to her place to pick her up.

She opened her door and greeted me with a big smile, a hug and a kiss on the lips. 

"I'm glad you made it," she said.

"Of course... now... how about something to eat?"

"Yeah, definitely!"

I decided to take her anywhere she wanted to go, and she chose a simple pizza shop just down the street from her place. We talked and ate our food, before heading out and walking back to her apartment. It was still early, only about 8:30 or so. Christine asked me to come in with her so we could continue talking and hanging out, and I of course accepted the offer. We sat down on the couch, after she grabbed us both a beer and she smiled over at me.

"So... I feel like there's more you want to know... about me, I mean," she said, looking a little nervous.

I shrugged my shoulders, and smiled at her. 

"Whatever you're willing to talk about. I don't want to make you open up about anything that you don't feel comfortable discussing."

"Well... there's not a lot. Like I said, I left home when I was fifteen. Got into the punk scene, and got into some other not so nice stuff. Drugs, booze, sex... for a long time I was a fucking train wreck. I've been through a lot of crap Danny... I'm really just surprised to still be alive today."

"You haven't spoken to your family... at all, since you left?"

She shook her head sadly, and took a swig of her beer, looking out the window on the other side of the room briefly.

"It doesn't matter to me though. I mean, of course it does I suppose, but... I've learned to try and not think about it anymore. Putting all that time and energy into something that's just a lost cause at this point... it's stupid. Maybe someday they will open their eyes and actually want me back in their lives. But if they don't... then fuck 'em."

I laughed, and then so did she and I leaned over and gave her a kiss on the lips before leaning back on my side of the couch.

"So what about you Danny boy," she asked curiously.

"About me?"

"Yeah, you got my story now... so what's yours?"

"Nothing special," I replied. "I grew up here in Philly, with my brother Mike. Moved out when I turned eighteen, just like he did. I've been on my own since then."

"You don't keep in touch with your family?"

I hesitated for a moment. It was a rough topic to discuss, but I decided to open up just a little, especially since she hadn't held any details about her past. It would be unfair if I had made her open up like that, and then refused to tell her anything about myself.

"We don't talk to our father anymore. Our mother passed away when we were kids but our old man... well, he's a bit of an asshole. Drinks more then he should, and he treated us like trash. Except our sister Erin, he treated her like a Princess, because she reminded him so much of our mother. Anyway, Mike and I both agreed we're better off without him."

"I guess I can understand that decision," she said. "What do you think... he would think... about you being with a girl like me?"

I hadn't expected a question like that, but I knew the answer. I tried to think of a way to say it, without coming off sounding offensive or anything. His ideas and thoughts were not my own, I was just telling her what his happened to be.

"Let's just say he wouldn't like it... like I said, dad was an ass."

Christine just smiled, and seemed to get the point from that.

"What about your brother, and your sister?"

I shrugged my shoulders, not sure why she was so interested.

"I don't keep in touch with Erin," I said. 

"Haven't talked to her in a couple of years now. As far as Mike is concerned, I'm not really sure what he would say or think. I suppose he probably wouldn't care too much."

"That's good to know. And your friends?"

"I have no idea," I laughed nervously. "None of us are homophobic or any of that shit. I don't think they'd give a shit."

"Don't get me wrong Danny," she said. "I'm not going to make you tell anyone about me this early on if you're not ready to tell them. I just wanted to know that you have people who stand a good chance of supporting you when and if you do decide to tell them. I don't want you to end up with no one."

"Even if I did... I'd still have you... right?"

She blushed, and leaned across the couch to kiss me on the lips. I'm sure it was meant to be just a simple peck on the lips, but it immediately turned into a much more passionate kiss. Our tongues began to wrestle and my hands started to roam. Christine shut me down though, grabbing my hands and pushing them away, while keeping her lips pressed firmly against my own. That's when her hands started moving up to my shoulders, and she pushed me onto my back on the couch.

She moved down, until her face was right up in my crotch, breathing in my scent as she undid my pants and pulled them down along with my underwear. My cock sprang free, already at full attention and I watched as she licked her lips and smiled up at me seductively, before wrapping them around the head of my cock. I sighed as she took my whole length in her mouth and started bobbing her head, sucking and stroking slowly. 

It was just as amazing as the night before, if not just a little bit better. Her hands moved up and under my shirt, to tease my nipples as she worked her throat muscles around my shaft and I groaned louder. Up and down she bobbed her head, paying special attention to my member with her very skilled tongue.

I leaned my head back and closed my eyes, concentrating on the feeling of her mouth around my cock. My mind started to wander though, and I found myself thinking about what it might be like... to be doing what she was doing right now to me.

"Do you want to try something," I asked, opening my eyes. 

Christine stopped sucking, and looked at me curiously.

"Maybe... well, we could try 69?"

"I would like that," she said. "But... the point of 69 is to go down on each other, and that would mean... I mean, are you sure about this?"

"Yeah," I answered, nodding my head. "I think so... at least I would like to give it a try."

She seemed excited and happy that I had suggested such a thing, and she stood up and quickly pulled her shirt off and then slipped out of her pants and panties. Christine stood before me now, her legs still crossed so I couldn't see her surprise just yet... she must have still had it tucked away. She uncrossed her legs, and sure enough it flopped out and was already semi-erect. She was probably about eight inches, and a little thick too. My first time sucking a cock, and I wasn't dealing with a monster but I certainly wasn't dealing with anything easy either.

Christine climbed on top of me, and swung her legs over me, turning around so that her smooth, beautiful ass was right up in my face. She leaned forward on both hands, and swallowed my cock whole once again. Meanwhile, swinging back and forth right above me was her dick, just waiting for me to make a move. I inhaled the musky aroma of balls... it smelled very much like my own.

Gathering my courage, I leaned forward and licked the tip of her dick just to get a taste. It wasn't terrible... so I proceeded. I opened my mouth and took it between my lips, licking up and down the entire length and getting to know it with my mouth. Christine moaned at the sensation, and tried to stay focused on pleasing me while I did my job on her.

As I started to adjust to her size and the feeling of her in my mouth, I started working a little harder to please her. It seemed to work pretty well, because she started moaning louder, and the vibration of her moaning against my own dick sent shivers up my spine. It wasn't long before I reached the peak, no longer able to ignore the feeling of her lips around my cock. 

My hips started thrusting upwards and I moaned louder, shoving myself as deep into her throat as she could take me. I erupted, shooting off more cum then I thought was possible, and Christine swallowed every last drop. She came back up once I finished, gasping for air, and still holding on to my dick. She started licking it clean as I continued to work her own member.

She rolled off of me though, once she'd finished cleaning me up and then leaned back onto her side of the couch. Her cock was still standing at full attention, as I sat up and leaned forward to kiss her on the lips. I started kissing my way down her chest towards her cock, taking her back in my mouth. I figured since she had backed off, she didn't mind if I backed off too. I was determined to finish what I had started though, and she seemed impressed by that mentality.

I started bobbing my head, trying to deep throat her cock and she moaned as I gagged. Christine ran a hand through over my head, grabbing at one of the spikes from my Mohawk and tugging lightly at it before just grabbing my head with both hands like a ball and forcing my mouth down over her shaft. I gagged, a little bit of spit running down my chin. Christina cried out in pleasure, and I felt her cock start to swell up in my mouth. Before I could brace myself, she hit the peak and exploded, shooting off a massive load of thick, warm cum. Having never experienced something like this before, 

I was completely taken off guard. I choked on the first shot that went directly down my throat. The second shot covered my tongue, and I got a good taste of the salty, yet strangely sweet flavoring of her cum. The last few shots went right down my throat, like the first one did and I managed to swallow each one of them without choking. When she had finished, Christine slumped back against the couch, and her cock started to soften, slipping out from my mouth and she pulled me down on top of her. 

With our sweat covered bodies pressed together, we lay there with my head on her breasts, trying to catch our breath. 

"That was fucking hot," I mumbled.

"You're telling me... that's the first time I've had a blowjob in about six years Danny. You did a fucking great job at it too."

"Really?" I asked, surprised.

She sighed, still smiling as she ran a hand up and down my back.

"Like I said... I've met a lot of douche bags since I transitioned. Usually once a guy finds out I'm packing, he either leaves, tries to attack me or sticks around but doesn't want anything to do with my additional equipment. It's pretty rare that anyone is willing to bother with what I have between my legs."

"So... I done good?"

"Oh, you did fucking great baby," she said and we both laughed.

We stayed like that a few minutes longer, just talking and laughing before I got up off the couch and walked to the bathroom. We talked about it, and decided to try and slow things down just a little bit. Things were moving a little faster than either of us had expected it to in the beginning. We weren't going to move into full on sex until the both of us felt like the time was right, but that didn't mean we were going to stop doing what we had already started to do.

I stayed at her place for another hour, before I had to go home. I had work the next day, and needed a shower before I went there. Of course, Christine wouldn't have minded me using her shower... but all my clean clothes were at my own place, so staying out all night just wasn't really a good option.

I got to work the next day at around 1:00 in the afternoon, clocked in and got behind the cash register... there were only a few people in the shop so far. I figured I was probably in for another slow day, by the looks of it.

About two hours into my shift, and the shop had been empty for a while now. I knew it would probably pick up after three, when people started getting out of work, and kids got done at school... but I just felt so bored. The door opened and the bell rang, and I looked up to see who was coming into the shop... my eyes went wide and then narrowed as I felt the sting of irritation at seeing Casey walk through the doors with that stupid grin on her face.

"Hey Danny!"

Great, I thought to myself... just what I needed.

"Hey Casey... what brings you here today?"

She leaned against the counter, and ran a hand through her pink hair with a grin on her face. 

"Not much... just thought I would pay a visit to my favorite person, and see how you are."

"Never better," I said, sarcastically.

"I was wondering if you wanted to take me up on that offer I made at the Rancid show a few weeks ago, and maybe come have some fun with me at my place tonight?"

I shook my head, leaning back in my seat.

"I have a girlfriend now, remember?"

I wasn't even lying this time; back then, Christine had just been trying to do me a favor. Now though, she actually was my girlfriend and I had no intention of cheating on her, and especially not with Casey. 

"Oh I remember," she said. "But what she doesn't know, won't hurt her right Danny?"

"Look, Casey... I'm not interested. I'm totally happy with Christine, and there's nothing I would do to fuck that up."

She sighed, and suddenly looked a little annoyed with me now.

"Right, Christine... so I'm guessing by now, you must know she's not a real woman. Right?"

How the fuck did she know Christine was a transsexual? It just didn't matter anymore... she was really starting to piss me off.

"She's a woman to me. I don't really care if she's a little different from most. How do you know about that anyway?"




Nothing Else Matters Ch. 02



"Doesn't matter," she answered, very non-chalantly. "But do any of your friends know yet? Oh Danny, does Mike know? Does Mike know that his little brother is banging a chick with a dick? Have you sucked it yet Danny... has she bent you over and shoved that big cock up your ass? You're such a fucking sissy!"

"Piss off!"

I had gotten a little louder then I should have, and failed to realize there was another customer in the shop at that moment, standing in the corner next to the exit door. Luckily, it did not look like he had really heard a whole lot. Casey found it funny anyway though, and that enraged me even more. She had been trying to piss me off the whole time, and unfortunately, it worked.

"I think you should leave," I said, trying to keep my calm.

"Fine," she sighed, pretending to sound disappointed. "But I'll be back Danny boy... you and I both know who the real woman is, and eventually you're going to miss pussy. And if you don't... well, I'd hate to see how Mike and your friends would react if they found out you've switched teams, so to speak. "

"Just leave Casey."

She held her hands up defensively, backing up slowly and then turning around to walk out of the shop. I heard her laughing under her breath as she walked out the door, and once she was gone I dropped down in the seat and leaned my head back in frustration. 

Would she really go to that extent, just to get me into bed with her? Would she really tell everyone I knew, that Christine was a transsexual just to spite me for not wanting to sleep with her. I didn't really know... but the answer seemed to be couched in those jealous eyes... she had always been a bitch, sure... I just didn't know if she had it in her to be that fucking spiteful or not. 

After I finished work, I made my way to band practice, hoping to blow off some steam with the music. As we practiced that night, the other guys could definitely see something was on my mind. I was a lot more energetic, with more aggression showing in my vocals and I was jumping about the room as I sang the lyrics to the songs. When it was over, the room had a strange silence, except for the humming sound of the amplifiers until we turned them all off.

Joe decided to be the first one to bring it up... I'd been expecting someone to say something.

"Dude... are you cool?"

I sighed, sitting down on the chair I had sat down on the day before and burying my face in my hands in frustration.

"Yeah... just a shit day at work, that's all."

"Dan, we haven't seen you look this pissed off since you were with Casey," said Matt.

"That's because Casey came into the shop today," I admitted.

"The fuck did that bitch want," Joe snapped, furiously.

"Me," I laughed. "She wants me to fuck her. I told her to piss off, that I'm seeing Christine, and that didn't go over too well."

"Dude, forget about her man," said Brian. 

"There's no way she can force you to have sex with her, and there's little chance of her getting in the way of you and Christine being together."

Oh, if they only knew the black mail she had on me. Problem was, did I care if Casey told everyone about Christine? I wasn't so sure. 

"Can I ask you guys a question," I said in a low voice.

"Yeah, what's up bro," asked Matt.

"Just... hypothetically speaking here... no one in this room is homophobic or anything, right?"

They all looked at each other, and laughed, a little confused before Joe spoke up in response.

"No dude, of course not. C'mon Dan, you know us."

That was definitely a good sign.

"Cool... I'm going to head home now. I'll see you all later."

I grabbed my leather jacket, and left the three of them standing there confused as to why I had asked such a question. I needed to get some air, so instead of going right home, I decided to walk around for a while. I ended up walking over to Christine's apartment. I knocked on the door once I arrived, and she opened it up a few moments later. 

At first she looked thrilled to see me, but when she noticed the look on my face, she became concerned.

"What's the matter baby?"

"That fucking bitch Casey showed up at my job today," I came right out with it.

"What? Why? What the hell does she want now?"

"Me! She wants me! And I don't know how, but she knows about you being a transsexual."

Christine shook her head in anger, opening the door further for me to step into the apartment with her. "So, what did she say?"

"Some not very nice shit," I said, not wanting to go over it all with her. 

"To make a long story short, she wants me bad enough that she's willing to tell everyone about you if I don't hook up with her."

"Wow," Christine said, sounding a little stunned. 

"I didn't know she was that fucked up Danny."

"Yeah, neither did I until now."

We sat down on the couch, and Christine and I were both quiet for what felt like a long time. Finally, she took a deep breath, exhaled, and spoke up again.

"So, what are we going to do?"

I leaned forward, staring at my feet on the wooden floor and thought about it for a moment... I liked how she said 'we'.

"Well... I'm thinking about just telling everyone myself."

She blinked, surprised and placed a hand on my shoulder.

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah, I mean... I just sort of probed a little tonight, to find out what sort of opinion the guys have on that kind of stuff and it seemed positive to me. I don't think they'd hold it against me or anything. I worry a little about Mike though."

"Mike? Why your brother of all people?"

"Well... he can be more like our father then he realizes sometimes. He can be an asshole when he wants to be, but I have no clue what his opinion is on things like this. I know my fathers opinion on them... and if Mike has that same opinion, then he's not going to be very happy to hear about this."

"Okay," Christine said. "He's heading out on the road with his band again soon right? For how long?"

"Two months."

"I have an idea. Casey can't tell him about it if he's out on the road, because she has no way to get a hold of him. So, don't tell Mike right away. Tell the guys in your band, and tell Brian not to say anything to Mike, since their friends. That will give you enough time to figure out how to bring it up to him, and when he gets home, then you can tell him."

It was a good plan. If I told Joe, Matt and Brian, and they reacted positively like I thought they would, then Casey wouldn't be able to create any damage between myself, and my friends. As for Mike, she couldn't turn a brother against a brother, if one brother isn't available for two months.

Eventually though, I would have to tell him myself.



Nothing Else Matters Ch. 03



 Here is Chapter 3, and I hope you all enjoy it. So far, this series is definitely turning out good from what I have seen. Chapter 4 to cum soon.

Whiskey

*****

About a week had passed since the incident with Casey coming by my work place, trying to blackmail me, by telling my friends I was dating a transsexual. I had talked with Christina about the whole situation, and she had been able to calm me down and help me relax. I had been so pissed off at first, that I couldn't even think clearly at the time. But with Christina's help, I was now seeing things a little more clearly than before, and I had even come to a decision of how I thought I could solve the problem without being forced to sleep with Casey as she was demanding. 

I would let everyone I knew know Christina was transsexual, before Casey ever had a chance to, removing any leverage she might have over me. I was also confident that my friends support would bring an end to her threats... at least for the present... until my brother Mike came home

Christina had asked me several times since I had made that decision, if I was sure that it was really something I wanted. My response to her question had never changed. 

I wanted everyone to know the truth. I really liked being with Christina, and I just didn't care whether or not she was a genetic woman. 

But that didn't mean there weren't a few worries and concerns here and there. I just felt it best to deal with those thoughts if, and when, they presented themselves. 

We had not yet had actual sex together... which left me wondering exactly how that would even come about when the time came. What played on my mind the most was the fact that I had given her oral sex, and I had very much enjoyed it. So, what did that mean for the two of us when we actually decided to go all the way? Once again... these were questions I decided to deal with when they became more than just questions.

I waited until that Monday night before finally deciding it was the right time to tell my friends what was happening. We were at the practice space, and had just finished up a jam session and were now kicking back, enjoying some pizza and beer. The fan in the corner of the room was on full blast, pouring out cool air to help lower the temperature of the pressure cooker of a basement room we practiced in. 

We had all worked up a tremendous sweat down there by the time we actually put our instruments down.

Call it a need for liquid courage, but I waited until I had gotten about six beers into a twelve pack before I cleared my throat. Joe glanced over at me, taking a drag of his cigarette, with a look on his face that said he knew I had something on my mind. 

"Hey guys... can I tell you all something?"

They all looked over at me now, and I could feel their eyes on me... it was almost rather intimidating to be honest. I pushed the uneasiness aside though and popped the cap off of a new bottle of beer, taking a quick sip of the beer. "It's about Christina."

"Is it about how she's older than you?" asked Matt. "Because we think it's totally awesome that your dating an older woman."

They all started to laugh, and I gave a small chuckle. Joe laughed too, but not as loud as the others. He shrugged his shoulder, then cleared his throat to bring back the silence in the room so I could get to the point.

"It's not about that," I said. "It's actually got something to do with Casey, and what she's been holding over my head."

"Dude, just don't worry about that fucking bitch," said Brian, looking a little pissed off now. "She'll forget about you eventually."

"Yeah... I'm not so sure. See, I just wanted you all to know before Casey decides to tell you... because I won't sleep with her... um... Christina... she's not exactly your typical girl."

Joe blinked, putting his cigarette out in the ashtray and opening a fresh beer. "And, by that you mean?"

I took a deep breath, leaning forward and running a hand over my mohawk. 

"Christina..." I sighed, "well... Christina is a transsexual."

I said it; I had finally gotten it out. It had taken me a few minutes, and six and a half beers, but I had said it and now I was waiting for some sort of response. The silence continued for almost a full minute, and was just starting to become unbearable when Matt cleared his throat and spoke up first.

"Are you being serious now dude? Because... she really doesn't look like a transsexual."

"No, no I know... I was surprised myself. But yeah, it's true."

"And, your okay with that," asked Joe. 

It did not sound like he was judging me with such a question... more that he genuinely wanted to know if this was something that I was really okay with.

"Yeah... I really like her. A lot, so yeah, it's fine with me."

"Then it's okay with me," Joe said.

I was shocked at how outright he was about it, and I watched as he glanced over at Matt and Brian. Matt nodded his head, and held up his beer. 

"It's cool with me too brother."

"Same here," Brian chimed in raising his glass as well. 

"Wow," I said, relieved. "Thanks guys, that... that means a lot."

"Danny, listen... it's no ones business anyway, right? So don't worry so much about it brother. We have your back no matter what. Fuck that bitch Casey, she'll back off eventually."

I smiled, feeling more at ease from Joe's words and we continued drinking well into the night. It wasn't until around two in the morning, that we piled up the stairs and out of the practice room, making our way back to our homes for the remainder of the night. I got home drunk and simply collapsed into my bed, drifting off into a dreamless sleep.

The next morning, I awoke to a loud banging on the door to my apartment. Groaning, I rolled over on my bed, my head aching from a slight hangover. I pushed myself up onto my feet and walked across the apartment to the door, unlocking it and opening it slowly. There, on the other side of the door, stood none other then Casey, with a big grin on her face. She had a mini skirt on that showed off her smooth legs, leading down to her Doc Martins. She was wearing her leather jacket, unzipped, and I could see that she only had a white t-shirt underneath of it. The shirt was old and frayed, and you could practically see straight through the fucking thing. 

It was obvious what she was attempting to do.

"What do you want," I asked, sounding very irritated.

"Well, I just thought I would stop by and see if you were ready to give up this stupid little fight and just come fuck me."

"No Casey," I said, shaking my head in frustration. "I already told you, I am not going to have sex with you. Our relationship is fucking over, how many times do I have to say it?"

She sighed, rolling her eyes and leaning against the door frame.

"Did you forget our little conversation the other day," she asked, a hint of sass in her voice.

"No, I didn't... but I don't care. Because I already told the guys myself last night that Christina is a transsexual. They don't give a shit either. They have my back completely. So, it doesn't mean shit what you tell them."

She seemed surprised that I had actually gone forward and told them myself before she had a chance. The shock in her eyes wore off quickly though, and she straightened herself up and now I could see she was getting pissed.

"Well, I bet you didn't tell your brother... did you?"

"No," I replied. "But I can't yet anyway. He's out on the road. Won't be back for a few months."

She smirked, backing away from the apartment door and nodding her head. 

"Well...I hope you can get to him when he get's back, before I do Danny. Then again, I guess it doesn't matter. We both know he'll have the same reaction whether it comes from me or you."

With that said, she turned and walked away, leaving me hanging out my apartment door. I was still tired and feeling hungover, and now very pissed off that I'd had yet another visit from my ex-girlfriend. What bothered me the most though, was that she had a point. I wasn't really sure at all what Mike would do. His reaction might be positive, or it might be the same as it would be if my father were to find out. 

If it ended up being negative though, she was right, it would be that same response whether Casey told him or I told him myself. 

I'd had enough of this mornings little wake up call from Casey, and the paranoia that it had inflicted on me once again. It wasn't that anyone's opinion was going to stop me from being with Christina... I just didn't want to lose anyone important to me. In any case, I couldn't worry about it at the moment. 

So, I started up the shower and jumped in, letting the hot water relax my body and soothe my muscles.

After I had cleaned up, I got dressed and made my way outside to a nearby pay phone to give Christina a call. I had off from work today, and I wanted to go see her so that I could tell her that the guys knew and that they were completely on my side. The phone rang twice, before she picked up.

"Hello?"

I smiled, relieved to hear her cheerful voice on the other end.

"Hey babe," I said. "What's up?"

"Hey Danny... how did it go last night? Did you tell them? Were they okay with it? I really hope nothing bad happened-"

"Christina, relax... it all went great. I have off from work today, why don't I come over? We can spend the day together, and I'll tell you everything."

She agreed, and I hung up the phone and started walking to her place right from there. When I got there, she was waiting outside, smoking a cigarette. She put out the smoke as she saw me coming and ran to me, throwing her arms around me and hugging me close. 

"Their totally cool with it," I said, not wanting to wait.

"Really?"

"Yes! Joe, Matt and Brian all said it doesn't matter, as long as I'm alright with it myself."

"Oh, that's great," she sighed, relieved and we kissed.

"I had another visit from Casey this morning though."

Her calm slipped away, and suddenly she seemed very angry, as she stepped back and ran a hand through her hair.

"What the hell did she want now?"

"I told her that the band already knows. She seemed pissed at first, then she said that I better get to Mike about it before she does, when he gets back."

"God damn," she yelled, throwing her arms in the air. "This bitch doesn't stop, does she?"

"Casey's always been the type where once she sets her eyes on something, she doesn't stop until she gets it. But she's not going to win this time."

She gave me another kiss, and we made our way upstairs to her apartment. We sat and talked for a little while about how irritating Casey was, then celebrated the fact that my friends were okay with Christina. I told her about a new song that the band had written last night, and that we had a big show coming up in about a week that I wanted her to come to. She promised she would be there.

Talking led to the two of us sitting on the couch together not so long after, and with her head on my chest, I ran my hand through her soft hair as we sat in silence, just thinking. Eventually, she looked up at me and leaned in, giving me a kiss on the lips. I kissed her back, and we started making out. She slid over, sitting on my lap and wrapping her arms around me, sliding her tongue into my mouth. 

I was getting really turned on at this point, and she could tell, as she probably felt my hard cock pressing against her ass. She giggled, breaking the kiss and started kissing and sucking on my neck, leaving her mark.

I moaned, as she continued biting my neck for a few moments before she slid down off the couch onto her knees in front of me. She reached up to unfasten my belt, and pants. Then pulled both of them, along with my underwear, down to my ankles. My hard cock sprang free, and she moved in close, licking and teasing the head with her tongue. I shivered as she teased me for a few moments, before wrapping her lips around me and taking me straight to the back of her throat. I leaned my head back, moaning louder, and gripping the sides of the couch. This girl really, really knew how to give a blowjob.

She stopped sucking then, and pushed me onto my back, standing up and sliding out of her shorts. She threw them aside, then removed her tank top, revealing that she had not been wearing a bra. Her tits exposed, as well as her own hard cock, I was more aroused now then ever before. She climbed on top of me, and we started kissing passionately again, our dicks pressing together as we did. She turned around, positioning herself with her ass right up in my face, and her dick just inches away from my mouth. 

I felt her lips wrap around my cock once again, as she continued sucking me off, and I leaned up, taking her in my mouth as well. In sixty nine, we were going down on each other. This was the second time I had sucked her cock, and I found it just as enjoyable as the first time had turned out to be.

Even as I lay there enjoying myself though, I kept thinking about how shocked I was myself, that I could ever actually like doing something like this. It was certainly not enough to make me stop... it was just hard for me to imagine that I was doing it and doing a good job at it too. I could feel myself starting to build up, approaching orgasm, when she stopped suddenly and slipped off of me, lust in her eyes.

"I want you inside of me,"

"What?" I asked, my voice cracking with lust.

"I want you to fuck me!"

She wanted to take it a step further; something I had been waiting patiently, and curiously for. This was something I had wanted from day one, but I just didn't want to rush her.

"Fuck yes," I said, and she laughed.

She suggested that we take it from the living room to her bed, where it would be more comfortable and easier. She took me by the hand and led me down the hall into her room, and shut the door behind us, before shoving me onto her mattress. She climbed on top of me again, and grabbed a bottle of lube from the nightstand to the left of us. She popped the cap, and poured some into her hand, then took hold of my cock and started stroking and lubing it up nice and good. 

She applied more to her hand, and reached behind her, smearing it over her hole and slipping a finger inside of herself to work it in real good. Once she felt like we were both ready, Christina took hold of my cock and carefully lowered herself down onto it.

I felt the warmth and tightness wrap around my cock, as I slid inside of her. She was chewing lightly on her lower lip, as she carefully took me inside, inch by inch. On top of me, she was in control of how much she took and how fast she took it, and that was alright with me. It wasn't very long, before she had completely taken my entire cock, balls deep in her ass.

She was tight... so much tighter than any pussy I had ever fucked. I'd had anal sex, and I knew that it generally felt a lot better then vaginal, because it was so much tighter, but Christina just felt incredible. 

She leaned back on her hands, her cock laying against my stomach and smiled down at me. 

"How do you like that?"

"You're so fucking tight," I groaned. "It feels good."

"It feels good to me too baby... your so hard inside of me."

I grabbed her by the hips, and she started riding me, bouncing up and down on my cock. The bed shook underneath of us as she rode me, and her own semi-erect penis flopped about, slapping against my stomach as she did. I reached up and took hold of it, and started stroking while she continued to ride me. She seemed to really appreciate that, judging by the look on her face, and the way she started moaning louder as I stroked her cock. We kept it up like that for a little while, before I flipped her over onto her back. 

Now it was my turn to take control, and I could see in her eyes, that it was alright with her, it wasn't dominance, she had been teaching me, now she wanted me to take control.

With her legs wrapped around me, and her nails raking my back, I began pounding her ass with long hard strokes. In and out I slammed what she would later call her boipussy, harder and harder, driving my cock as deep as it could go without hurting her and she cried out in pleasure as I fucked her. 

Our breathing seemed to sync up and so did our racing hearts as we moaned and groaned. In the corner of the room, the stereo she had turned on when we first came in was now blaring the song 'She's Automatic' by Rancid a song that, given the lyrics, seemed to fit the mood just perfectly.

She's automatic

So automatic

The way that she moves

The way that she moves

She's automatic, so automatic

The way she moves, yeah

I could feel myself getting closer and closer, and I knew she was feeling the same. We were starting to get louder too, and finally I couldn't hold back anymore. I drove myself as deep into her as I could go, and now felt my cock pulsating as I exploded inside of her. She moaned my name over and over as I began to fill her with my cum, and just seconds later, her own cock began to throb, spewing her cum high into the air and it landed on her stomach and her breasts. 

When we had both finished, I collapsed on top of her, still buried deep in her ass and we lay like that for quite a while... perfectly still. She ran her hands up and down my back, as we tried to catch our breath. Finally, I pulled out and rolled over onto my back at her side, and she laid her head on my chest and sighed, both of us feeling completely relieved.

"Did you enjoy it," she asked, finally.

"Definitely... I fucking... loved it." huffing in between words.

"I'm glad," she leaned over, giving me a kiss on the lips.

She sat up, and lit a cigarette, taking a drag and exhaling. I sat up too, and she offered me one, which I gladly accepted. Feeling so relaxed, I failed to realize my cock was actually still semi-erect at the moment. Something that I may have failed to notice, but Christina certainly realized. She laughed, reaching over and taking hold of it, and stroking it slowly.

"I see someone's got some energy leftover, huh?"

"Oh," I laughed. "Yeah... well, my stamina has always been like that to be honest with you."

"Well, that's okay by me honey," she said seductively. I watched as she put out her cigarette, and slid down the bed in such a seductive way that by the time she reached my cock it was standing at full attention once again.

I watched as she licked up and down the length of it, before taking me in her mouth yet again. I groaned, her head moving up and down, her lips sliding up and down over my shaft. Then, she did something I hadn't quite expected. As she continued to deep throat my cock, I felt something pressing against my asshole... her finger. 

I was about to protest, when I felt it push into me and I gasped at the strange feeling. Her finger moved deep into my hole, and began moving around inside, against what I assumed was my prostate gland. I began trembling, as she rubbed my insides and sucked my cock, and though I had every intention of stopping her just a few moments earlier, I had now completely forgotten about that, leaving my mouth open and moaning.

It didn't take very long at all, between her sucking my dick, and the incredible motion of her finger, for me to hit the point of orgasm once more. This time however, it was much more intense then it had been when I was fucking her. I'd heard some people talk here and there about the type of orgasm a man can have, when the prostate is stimulated...but damn... those 'rumors' were true!

I lifted my ass off the bed, thrusting deep into her mouth and erupted like I had never come before. My cock pulsating and throbbing, I unleashed several thick, and long shots of cum straight down her throat, all of which she easily took with no trouble. When it stopped, I sank back into the mattress and found that I was still shaking from the force of the orgasm. 




Nothing Else Matters Ch. 03



Christina continued licking and sucking for a few moments, then slowly withdrew her finger from my ass and released my dick from her mouth, smiling up at me.

"Bet Casey never made you cum that hard before," she said, sarcastically.

"No... Shit baby, I don't think anyone ever made me cum that hard before."

"I have to say... I'm surprised you didn't try to stop me from going inside that specific spot. I wasn't so sure if that was something you would really be open to playing around with."

"I'm going to be honest with you," I said. 

"I was going to stop you but I just couldn't do it once you got started. It just felt too fucking good."

She smiled, and kissed me on the lips, laying down next to me again. 

"I want you to know, that's as far as we go with all of that unless you say you want to take it further. I know this is all new to you, and I don't want to rush things. If you decide you never want to take it to that level, then that's okay with me too."

As good as it felt just to have a finger in my ass, I was relieved to hear her say that... because I was feeling a little weird about it, now that it had ended. 

I really wasn't sure if I would want to cross that line... a finger or two is one thing. A cock is a totally different thing altogether, and I just wasn't sure how I felt about any of that just yet. 

Christina and I fell asleep eventually, and slept until late in the afternoon. We got up probably around 4:30 that afternoon, and took a shower together. There was no sex or anything, although we did make out and there was lots of touching.

When we finished cleaning up, we decided to head out and get something to eat. 

While we were at a nearby restaurant, Christina suggested that I sleep over her place that night. 

I knew she had a few fun things in mind, other then sleeping, and of course I agreed to it. I was very curious as to what else this amazing, and very different kind of woman, could show me in the bedroom.