by Ann Lister
A beat later, Simon was pressed up against the wall beside the door with the bulk of the man pressed against him and holding his hands above his head. Hungry lips slammed into his with a slick, sure tongue pushing for entrance to his mouth. Simon had just enough wiggle room to tip his head and part his lips. It seemed that's all the permission the man needed from Simon before he absolutely plundered his mouth and kissed him to the point of breathlessness.
Everything inside Simon was turned upside down. Words jumbled in his brain and his entire body sparked with electricity–popping off like firecrackers every time another one of Simon's nerve cells exploded in pleasure. He'd never felt this level of need before–never had a kiss like this before now, either. Jesus, it felt like he might combust into flames at any given second.
Simon opened his mouth like a hungry bird ready to fully submit to the invasion of the man's eager tongue. Over and over, that hot tongue swirled around his own and dragged across his lips, and each time, Simon moaned his approval. The man tasted of beer and pot and best of all, the forbidden.
The hard ridge of the man's cock pressed into Simon's hip. It fucking felt incredible as Simon repositioned himself to notch their erections together. As soon as their dicks rubbed against the other, the rutting began, and Simon felt like he was fifteen and dry-humping his first girlfriend. But grinding against her hadn't felt nearly as exhilarating as it did with this man.
I'm seeking release against another man!
That thought registered inside Simon's fuzzy brain at the same time the man pulled out of their kiss and grinned at him.
“You like blowjobs?” he asked.
Simon gulped in air trying to catch his breath. “Of course I do.”
“Good, because I'm going to let you suck my dick.”
“What?” Simon asked like an idiot.
Between them Simon felt the man working to get his own pants undone. Next thing Simon knew, a strong hand was resting on his shoulder and starting a downward push. Panic would have seemed logical, but that's not what Simon felt at all. Curiosity is what was coursing through his veins, not fear. He wanted this man in his mouth–to taste him on his tongue and watch him take his pleasure from between Simon's lips.
Simon swallowed hard. Being curious was one thing, but he had no skills at doing this at all. What if he wasn't any good, and the guy got pissed off?
“Problem?” the man asked.
Simon shook his head. “No, I've just never . . . ”
“Seriously? You've never sucked a dick?” the man grinned and seemed pleased with Simon's admission. “You can't fuck up a blowjob. Get on your knees, and I'll talk you through it.”
Was he seriously going to explain to Simon the art of giving good head? Nonetheless, Simon allowed the persuasive press of a hand on his shoulder, urging him to fall to his knees in front of the guy. A long, nicely sized cock bounced before Simon's face. He could feel the heat of it and smell the scent of male arousal. It was intoxicating, and his mouth began to inexplicably water.
Simon watched the man grip his own cock and pull the foreskin forward to squeeze out a bead of pre-come at the tip. “Lick it,” he instructed and Simon obeyed.
The man tipped his hips forward, and Simon leaned in and closed his eyes when his tongue made contact with the dripping cock. The essence of a salty-tang exploded on his taste buds, and Simon heard himself moan. Fingers sifted through the waves at the back of Simon's head to ease him closer.
“That's it,” the man said. “Drag that sexy tongue of yours along the shaft. Back and forth. Yeah, nice and slow.”
Simon reacted accordingly and took his task to heart. If he was going to experience this, he wanted to be fully invested in what he was doing. He wanted to feel and taste every nuance he could, in case this was a one and done kind of life event. Although, he already knew after just a few minutes of working on the man standing before him that he'd want to do this–and a lot more–again. No way could this be a one time thing. Could it?
“Suck on my balls,” the man directed and held them out to better aid Simon's ministrations.
A drawn-out groan was Simon's reward for his efforts. He laved one ball and then lapped at the other; before dragging his tongue back out to the tip again.
“Open your mouth and stick out your tongue.”
Again, Simon did as he was asked, and the guy set his cock right on top and straight down the center. Simon marveled in the warm weight filling his mouth and allowed the different smells, textures, and tastes to sink into his brain before he wrapped his lips around the girth. His eyes widened when the man started to push inside, and soon his mouth and throat were filled with nothing but hard, throbbing cock.
Jesus, is this really happening?
The man moaned again, and his hips stilled when he hit the back of Simon's throat. Simon could feel the subtle pulse of the guy's heartbeat in his prick and the slow thickening of it as it grew wider in the snug hold he had of it in his mouth.
“Fuckkkk!” the man hissed. “No gag reflex? You're so fucking good at this.”
The words were like music to Simon's ears and certainly stroked his ego. He increased the suction and began to work his lips down to the root and then back out to the tip while his tongue continued to tease the shaft.
“Oh, god, yes!” the man coaxed. “Keep doing it just like that. I want to fill your pretty mouth with my come.”
Come? Do I really want to swallow the jizz of this man? Those thoughts made Simon's rhythm falter on the cock sliding in and out of his mouth. He paused a moment to collect himself again, and the man squeezed his neck with his strong fingers.
“Pull off if you don't want to swallow,” he said. “I'll warn you right before I shoot.”
Simon nodded and kept bobbing his head. His eyes started to water from taking the man's cock so deeply–right to the root. He was thankful the guy wasn't hung like a horse for his first blowjob. It sure made it easier to take him into his mouth.
“Oh, Christ! You've got me close.”
Simon relaxed his throat muscles and quickened his pace. He loved the feel of a cock pistoning between his lips, and the taste of pre-come coating his tongue was driving him crazy. His own dick was leaking so badly in his pants; he was nervous he'd either blow a load or have a visible wet spot before he'd managed to make the guy come.
“Fuck, yes! If you're pulling off, do it now!”
Simon grinned around his full mouth and increased the suction. He felt the vein on the underside begin to pulse and knew what was about to happen. He tipped his head back to lengthen his throat and felt the first hot blast of spunk hit the back of his tongue. A beat later, Simon's mouth was swimming with the man's release. It felt like he was drowning in it, and instead of being repulsed by the thick, salty load, he fucking loved it–loved knowing he'd pleasured the man to the point he'd shot off in his mouth. The rush of power that came with it surprised Simon, and he found himself wondering how soon he could do it again. He was wiping off his lips with the back of his hand when the man grabbed him by his bicep and started to tug on his arm.
“Stand up,” he requested. “I want to taste myself inside your hot fucking mouth.”
As soon as Simon was standing upright the man's mouth was covering his, and his tongue pushed its way inside. Moans from both of them rang out in the small, cramped room, and the guy cupped Simon's bulge and squeezed.
“Your turn, rock star,” he said as he released Simon's mouth. He dropped to his knees on the floor before he'd even bothered to tuck his spent cock back into his jeans.
Simon watched the man unbuckle his belt, undo the button, and pull down the zipper of his jeans. Once he had the two pieces of fabric spread open, his eyes lifted to meet Simon's. A shiver rippled through Simon at the thought he was about to have a man's mouth on his dick–a long time fantasy about to come true in a very big way. He was so fucking turned on; he doubted he'd last longer than a few minutes.
The guy eased Simon's pants and box
er briefs off his hips and down to his thighs, and Simon's cock bounced into view. The man made a humming sound then pressed his whiskered jawline and chin through the soft hair and treasure trail on Simon's lower stomach. The friction against his bare skin was dizzying, and Simon swayed on his feet. Simon took a half step backwards and leaned against a stack of cardboard boxes, then he tilted his hips forward towards the man on his knees now licking his lips to moisten them.
“Never had a dude blow you?” the man asked as he wrapped his long fingers around Simon's aching shaft.
Simon shook his head and said, “First time, and I'm already close.”
The guy snickered at his admission, then shifted closer on his knees to lick at the leaking tip of Simon's cock. A low, throaty moan of appreciation rumbled from Simon's throat. This felt better than all the fantasies he'd ever had of a man going down on him. He watched the man's tongue swirl around the broad head and then slide down around his girth, making it shine with saliva in the dim lighting of the storage room. Simon thought he'd lose his fucking mind at the pleasure rippling through his entire body. All the fine hairs on his arms and legs lifted, and goose bumps and sweat beaded on his flesh.
“So . . . fucking . . . good.” Simon hissed out the words and tried to maintain control of his body and not let himself come too soon, but Jesus, the whirlwind of sensations burning through him was like nothing he'd felt before. The firm, calloused grip of the man's hand on his cock, his whiskered chin grinding against his ball sac, and the male grunts and groans as he worked to get him off was fucking incredible.
Why did I wait this long to experience this?
“Fill my mouth,” the guy requested. “I can't wait to taste you.”
The filthy images that came along with the words had Simon snapping his hips forward and burying his cock right to the root inside the man's mouth. A second later, Simon shouted out his release with a slur of curses that seemed as endless as his orgasm. He more than granted the man's request, when he asked him to empty in his throat. Simon was dizzy with these new sensations and rocked his hips to ease himself through the delicious aftershocks. Seeing the man on his knees before him using his tongue to clean up every last drop he'd spilled was an image Simon wouldn't ever forget.
And he couldn't wait to do it all again.
The man finally stood up directly in front of Simon and patted the side of his face. “You look shell-shocked, drummer boy,” he said and then chuckled while he tucked himself back into his pants. A moment later, he was at the door and ready to leave. Simon remained standing in the exact same spot as if he were in a trance. His spent dick was still hanging out of the front of his pants. “You may want to put that thing away before you leave the room.”
Simon listened to the man's continued laughter as he disappeared into the hallway, and the door shut behind him. He drew in a deep breath and finger-combed his hair. What the fuck just happened? Was the weed they'd smoked so powerfully good that he'd imagined the blowjobs? No way. His eyes fell on his cock hanging out in the open, and a weak smile curled his lips. Nope, the blowjobs were definitely real.
Simon was still grinning as he walked back to the party to find his brother. The room was basically empty by the time he got back there with all the party goers dispersing down the hall. He grabbed the arm of one of the roadies and asked, “Did my brother already leave?”
“Yeah, about five minutes ago,” the roadie answered. “You might still catch them out in the parking lot.”
Simon nodded and hurried back down the hallway towards the back entrance. The beat-up van they'd arrived in was gone, as were most of the other vehicles in the lot. He was about to pull out his phone to call for a taxi when another roadie came out the back door.
“You lose your ride?”
“Yeah, but I half-expected that would happen,” Simon commented.
“You're always the last to leave any party,” the roadie said. “Come on. I'll drop you off at the hotel in my truck.”
Simon followed the guy to his pick-up and hopped up in the passenger side. His head was still swimming with what had happened with the dude in the storage closet, and his groin was still tingly from the blowjob, too. He was so lost in thought that he barely acknowledged the driver's questions and small talk. He nodded when he had to and chuckled when appropriate, otherwise his mind was stuck on every last detail of what it felt like to have a cock in his mouth and to have a man going down on him.
“Jesus, you must have smoked some good weed,” the roadie said. “You look completely blissed-out over there.”
That was the perfect way to describe what he was feeling. He was in a state of shock and most definitely blissed. If he only knew the name of the guy he'd been with in the closet, he might be tempted to try and arrange for a repeat, but they'd never exchanged names. Perhaps that was for the best. Either way, Simon would be looking to revisit that experience with another guy. There was no way something that felt that good could possibly be a one and done thing for him.
Chapter Three
Simon did his best to avoid his brother the next day and only engaged in minimal conversation with him at the show that night. He was still trying to process what had happened to him. On the inside, he felt completely different, as if the part of him that had been caged all these years had finally been set free. But when he looked in the mirror, he still had the same thick mop of unruly, dirty blond curls and sparkling blue eyes.
In Simon's mind, it seemed impossible that he'd look the same after the experience he'd shared with the guy in the storage room. Every person he saw at the club that night didn't seem to look at him any differently, but Simon walked around in fear that there must be a sign attached to his back that said “Simon Gallo likes dick.” Christ, what would his brother have to say about this new revelation in his life? It was at times like this when he wished he had a different kind of relationship with his brother–one where they could talk about things like this together. Openly and honestly. Simon might have hung around with a lot of people, partied with them and all, but he had very few real friends who he could trust implicitly with the intimate details of his life. Most people tolerated him, and not much more. That was a fact his brother enjoyed pointing out sometimes when they argued.
He doubted Ben would treat him differently if he were to know the truth about Simon being bisexual, but the possibility he might think of him differently always lurked in the shadows of Simon's brain. Ben wasn't a homophobe by any stretch of the term, but knowing your own brother enjoyed getting it on with dudes might be something else all together. Because of that, Simon knew he had to keep this new truth about himself quiet–at least for the short-term and possibly a lot longer.
“Where the hell have you been hiding, little brother?” Ben asked.
“I was warming up out back.”
“Is that code for smoking a bone?”
“No, I was actually stretching out my fingers and working on a few new rhythms.”
Ben's eyes narrowed as he considered Simon's explanation. It was like he could see right inside of him, and Simon began to shift his weight from foot to foot because of it. There was no way he could know what Simon was hiding, just no fucking way. Even still, Simon squirmed under his brother's scrutiny.
“Are we about ready for a sound check, or are we bothering with one tonight?” Simon questioned.
“I think we're good,” Ben said. “Nothing better than that free-falling feeling without a chute. I'm sure you know all about that particular rush, am I right, little brother?” Ben winked at him then tossed his head back in laughter as he walked away and left Simon alone in the hallway with his thoughts.
Simon pulled in a deep breath to calm himself, then stepped into a nearby men's room. He took a piss and then went to the sink to splash cold water onto his face before returning to the hallway. A roadie bumped into him as Simon stepped out of the bathroom.
“They're ready for you out front,” the roadie instructed Simon.
“I'm headed that way now,” Simon answered.
He reached the side of the stage and was greeted by his drum tech, Dakota Malloy, who quickly handed him two pairs of drumsticks. The kid seemed young and was always so damn eager to please Simon, which at times was as endearing as it was annoying. “I've got your kit all set up–just the way you like it,” Dakota stated proudly as if he were looking for a gold star to be pressed to his forehead. He'd worked with Simon for about four months now and was a quick study as far as knowing what Simon's aggressive playing style required for his drums to take the beating he gave them during their performances. He was certainly attractive enough with long, wavy tangles of hair that he was often pushing behind his ears to keep the locks out of his face and warm hazel eyes that Simon could swear were tracking him whenever they were in the same room. Unnerving? Yeah, just a bit, but there was something about this kid that simply drew him in like a kinetic energy or some shit like that. As weird as it sounded, it sure felt real to Simon.
“Did you put some water bottles out there for me?” Simon asked Dakota.
“Six bottles,” Dakota replied. “Three bottles on each side of your stool, and I also left extra sticks in the pouch.”
“Good enough.” Simon smiled at the guy and the goofy grin that Dakota returned had Simon momentarily wondering if there was more meaning beyond the kid taking pride in his work.
Simon shrugged off those weird thoughts as he made his way out to his platform. Just because he'd fucked around with one dude didn't mean every guy he saw wanted a piece of him, and spending time questioning the reasons behind every glance a guy gave to him was downright ridiculous. He'd had a revelation about himself and nothing more. Stuff like that happened to people every day and life went on. Simon needed to do the same.
He was about to hop up onto the stool behind his drums when Ben grabbed his arm. “We're hitting a strip club after the gig to celebrate the finish of a good weekend,” he offered. “I'm guessing you'll be joining us?” Simon paused briefly to consider the invite and his brother jumped on the possible reason behind the hesitation. “Don't tell me you found yourself a girlfriend and don't want to piss her off by being with other chicks so early on in your relationship?”