Sitting at the bar, letting the ambiance of the venue fill me, I met him. He was charming, to say the least, and he took an interest in me. His eyes watched me and took me in, letting his fantasies run amuck, I imagine, and he sat ever so close to me. The feedback from the opening band startled me awake, and I noticed his hand on my thigh.
"Opening bands usually suck," he said.
"I know," I retorted, "but I gotta get my money's worth."
I lit a cigarette and inhaled deeply. He let go of my thigh and left me at the bar. He walked to the floor, where his friends were standing, saving his spot I suppose. I gulped my rum and coke, smushed my cigarette, and went down to the floor. The lead guitarist played a few riffs for sound check and I lost interest in the band. He played a couple of riffs to a few songs already in rotation in our local radio station, so I immediately knew they were a cover band. Man, they suck. I hate cover bands as much as I hate commercial radio.
I stood behind him and he looked back, winked, and looked forward. He spoke ever so softly. The sound check was hell for me because the band was so uncoordinated, but somehow I just stood there, waiting for the band to hurry up and start their gig. Drummer up next: thump thump thump. The sound of the crash cymbal jarred me awake and he was right beside me, running his hand up and down my ass quickly.
"I wish you would follow me," he pointed behind the stage, "no one ever goes to these bathrooms."
"Erm," I flustered, "Gee, thanks, but umm--" and to my relief the band started. Needless to say that they were a cover band and they sucked so much eggs that two thirds of the audience went back to the bar. The lead singer's vocals were a mix of grunge and screamo. Guy couldn't hold down together one note before switching to his guttural chanting. It made me sick just listening to him.
"I know you want to," he whispered into my ear between songs, "I can tell you are hard underneath your clothes, hard and willing."
I breathed harder and harder, after the fourth song, the band announced their set and started removing their instruments. He hands no longer caressed my ass swiftly nor discreetly. They were not ambiguous in their attack. Obvious to everyone else, they saw his desire for my young and nubile body. That is, if they were really paying attention to me and not the suck band that were just now getting off the stage.
"Fuck, alright, fine, I'll follow you," I said and he smiled broadly. He made his way towards the back of the stage and lost him after the roadies were getting their crap together. After seventeen seconds I made my way to the back of the stage and I bumped into the second opening band. They apologized and got on with their organizing. Their lead singer grabbed my arm and said, "Hey, you're gonna watch us perform, right?"
"Dude, yeah, fuck yeah! Wouldn't miss it!" I then added, "but my bladder, you know."
I walked a few more steps and found the bathroom. The door was shabby and looked like a disaster area: flagrant misuse of band stickers, graffiti, profane messages for blow jobs, numbers posted for hookers, Johns, pimps. All in all, a shitty bathroom. When I opened the door, he stood next to the sink, waiting for me, and I soon realized why no one ever entered this bathroom: it stank. Horrid stench of urine and feces. Fuck, if this was his idea of a hook up, thank god I didn't personally know him. He smiled and guided me onto a stall and closed it. He undid my pants and dropped my underwear. He licked his lips at the sight of my cock and smiled. You know, for a one nighter, he was awfully cute. His smile could go on for days and days and I would feel invited into his personal joke. He licked the head of my penis and then began to suck it. He was a bit rough, but not so rough that it made me lose sensation altogether. I could hear the thump thump thump of the bass drum as the drummer finished his sound check.
He got up and undid his own pants and his cock popped out of his underwear. It was a majestic cock, veins running up and down his shaft marking the beauty and not its savagery, the color of his skin fair and smooth. I held it for five seconds and it felt quite wonderful. This is the kind of cock that makes you want it forever and ever. I knelt down as the guitar riffs reverberated through the walls and shook me to my core. The bass lines running through me as I sucked him, licked him, kissed him. The rapid blast beats egging me on.
