Singer’s Story

By: David Divers
(© 2008-2009 by the author)
Edited by: Madison Cole

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Chapter 4
A Step Forward

The following day we drove to Hattiesburg and set up for the show. Before the performance, Daddy called me over and asked me if I want to ride with Chris to Biloxi so that I could go to do an interview with him. Daddy said, “It could help our career to be associated with a man as famous as Chris is.”

I told him, “Well, if you say so. Am I going to be interviewed too? Did he really say he wanted me to go?”

Daddy said, “That’s what the man said ... he asked me if you had ever been introduced to the South Mississippi area and I told him none of us had. He said that it was the most important station on the coast and that he knew the owners. Chris said they would be happy if both of you showed up instead of just him.”

I said, “Well, if you say so I will go.”

Daddy said, “Chris is leaving right after the show tonight and you can ride with him. It might do you good to get away from us for a few hours. Why don’t you get some clothes together and take your suitcase over there right now so you don’t hold him up after the show. Take your acoustic along, too, in case you get to do a song during the interview.”

As the saying goes, I was in fat city! I put some nice clothes in a bag, grabbed my guitar out of the basement locker, walked over to Chris’s coach, and rapped on the door. He opened it up, smiling, and told me to come aboard. He took out his keys, let me to his SUV, and we stowed the things I’d brought in the back. Chris quietly said, “The buses are going to convoy down to the auditorium tomorrow after lunch, so we will have lots of free time to get to know one another. Have you made up your mind what you want to do? You haven’t gotten cold feet, have you?”

I just shook my head no. I didn’t even acknowledge that I knew what Chris was talking about. It was just something that I couldn’t even talk about.

The music went especially well that night and we closed the show to a standing ovation ... that was a first for me personally because I had not been a featured performer very long. It made me think of that Neil Diamond song, “I Am, I Said” ... maybe we really had arrived, or maybe I was just feeling “lost between two shores,” like the singer says in that song ... But all the mixed feelings I had were nothing compared to the anticipation that I felt about getting together alone with Chris.

After stowing my guitars and other gear away in our bus, I strolled over to Chris’s bus and he let me in. He was just about ready to go and gave some last minute instructions to his backup band. With that, we went out and my Daddy met us at Chris’s car. Daddy handed me some money for my room and meals and told Chris not to let me take advantage of him because I could pay my own way.

Chris laughed and said, “Billy Ray won’t take advantage of me because the radio station owner is footing the bills for everything, including the food and the motel. We’re going to take advantage of them instead.”

The two of us said goodbye to Daddy and were off on what I hoped would be a great adventure. It was already dark when we left and we hadn’t gone a mile before Chris’s hand was on my knee. I sort of recoiled. He said, “What’s the matter; are you goosey?” I didn’t really know what he meant by that, so I said, “No, you just took me by surprise a bit, that’s all.” But he didn’t take his hand off my knee.

Chris squeezed my knee again and slowly moved his hand upward towards my crotch. That really stunned me. It was a sort of point of no return. I just ignored it until he had his fingers on my zipper tab. I worked up my nerve, unbuckled my belt, and even unbuttoned the top button of my jeans. Chris whispered, “Can I take that as permission?”

I knew I could have stopped it right there and we could just go on and do the interview as he told my Daddy we would do. When I didn’t say anything, Chris slid my zipper down and spread open the fly of my jeans. He worked his fingers inside the flap of my Jockey shorts and asked if I always wore that kind. I told him, “I wear whatever my Daddy buys, so I have never worn any other kind.”

Chris said, “Why don’t you reach in the back seat and get that car blanket. Then you can take your pants and stuff off and cover up with the blanket. There is a private rest area about halfway to Gulfport and we’ll just rest a while there.”

All this happened while we were still inside the Hattiesburg city limits. I clasped my jeans shut and shyly knelt backward on the seat as I reached for the blanket. I covered myself from the waist down and slid off my shoes, jeans, and jockeys. That was really a point of no return unless we would have an accident or something. I sat there with a hard on and Chris grasped it under the blanket. I was completely covered up but as soon as we got beyond the street lights of Hattiesburg, the blanket quickly slid to the floor. Chris caressed me from my chest down to my knees. He said, “I wish this was my tongue instead of my hand, Billy Ray ... I’d give you a bath you would never forget.”

I was as hard as I had ever been in my life. I was leaking like a fountain and Chris’s hand was soon shiny and wet. He put his finger tips in his mouth and licked off the excess. Then he held his fingers softly to my lips and asked, “Have you ever tasted yourself, Billy Ray?”

I shook my hand for a moment, stuck out my tongue, slowly licking Chris’s fingers one by one. I parted my lips and leisurely sucked each finger into my mouth. I carefully sucked each finger dry of any trace of moisture. He looked at me quizzically as if to say, “What is with this boy?”

I grasped his hand and held it to my cheek and continued lick it from the fingertips to his wrist. Then in the dark I reached over and lightly rubbed his cock through his Levis.

Chris whispered softly, “Rest area, please come quickly.”

We probably traveled fifteen miles south before we finally reached the rest area. At that time of the evening there were no other cars around. Chris pulled almost to the exit road leading back out to the highway and turned off the car’s lights and engine. He pulled me to him and gently kissed me on the lips. I responded by trying to lower his zipper with one hand and rubbing his back with the other. Chris pushed my back up against the door and pivoted my legs and hips towards him. Meanwhile, I put my feet up on the seat and spread my legs as far as they would go. Chris lowered his face into my crotch. He licked from my inner thighs up to my naval, never missing a crack or a crevice with his skilled tongue. When he reached the tip of my cock, Chris licked it gently and tongued the pre-cum off the head. He then raised his head to meet mine and rubbed the pre-cum all over my lips. I stuck out my tongue and he licked a trail of it into my mouth. I sucked his tongue greedily until there was no flavor left.

Chris lowered his head again, once more taking my cock into his mouth and sucking me now in earnest. My legs and ass writhed in pleasure as he hit all of the sensitive spots from the head to the root. I felt the pressure quickly building as Chris worked my shaft in and out of his mouth. My hands were on his neck as I tried to thrust my cock as far into that warm cavity as possible. All too soon I was at my peak and I suddenly came into his mouth. Chris continued until my pleasure subsided. We sat there in the darkened car in complete silence. There were simply no words for me that could express what I was feeling inside, so I kept quiet.

I wanted to return the favor but was uncertain how to even begin. When I tried to get Chris’s zipper undone he insisted that we wait until we were settled in at our destination in Biloxi. So, I opened the door, got out half naked, stood outside and pissed into the parking lot. I then put on my pants and straightened my shirt. As Chris started the engine, I began to tell him about my friend Bobby and how we had been together. Chris said that I had him wondering because I seemed so innocently receptive when we had talked in Baton Rouge.

We drove on down to Gulfport and hit the interstate over to Biloxi. They were building lots of casino-style hotels in the area, and Chris said we had reservations in one on Back Bay across from Ocean Springs. We checked in and found that the radio station had arranged for a suite. The hotel provided free passes to the casino and the buffet but because I was underage, they told me that I could only pass through the casino to go directly to the buffet and I couldn’t stop anywhere in between. The desk clerk gave me directions to the kid’s computer game room so I would have something to do while Chris was occupied—but I had other kinds of games in mind instead …

When we went up to the room I threw my stuff into my room and immediately started to jump up and down on the bed. In all my life I had never seen a room so plush and comfortable. Chris wanted to go eat so we went to the buffet and I ate crab for the first time in my entire life. It was awesome! Chris said, “Don’t ever tell your Dad about this, because he would sure think that you have started down the road to hell. This is just between us guys tonight.”

I laughed, “If my Daddy could see all of the things that I want to do tonight he would have no doubt where I was bound for.”

After we ate, we went back to the suite and decided to take a shower. As we started to get undressed, I made a striptease out of it. I took off my shirt first and twirled it around my head. As I took off each item I tossed them at Chris. He hesitated in getting undressed just so he could watch me. I turned my back and took off my jockeys held them in front of me like a shield. You couldn’t see anything of my cock and balls, just some of my sparse pubic hair. I danced my way towards him, bumping and grinding as I approached. As I came close to Chris, I slowly lowered my hand with the balled-up underwear in it until at last I allowed my shorts to fall to the floor. Chris reached behind me, grabbed my buns, and pulled my hard cock towards his face.

He kissed my erection and then stood up to undress himself. I stepped back, because it was my turn to watch. Chris unbuttoned his shirt first as well. As he exposed the first part of his body to me, I saw he was smooth and lean with just a sprinkling of hair around his nipples. As I said earlier, Chris was slim and boyishly built—not overly muscular, but still well developed. He sat down on the bed and took off his shoes and socks. As he stood, he unbuckled his belt and opened the fly of those tight jeans he looked so good in. Chris slid them down his taut thighs and the bulge his cock caused the fly of his boxers to gape open. I could see just a flash of his cock. Before Chris could lower them for himself, however, I pushed his hands away and said, “Allow me.”

I sat on the bed with him facing me and slowly lowered the boxers until the tip of his cock was exposed to me. I stuck out my tongue and licked it. I lowered his underwear further and held them while he stepped out of them completely. Finally, Chris stood in front of me in all his glory. He had just a moustache of hair above his cock and none at all on his balls. He obviously shaved them. His balls were drawn up so tightly against his shaft they looked as if his cock and balls were just one piece. I reached out my tongue and began licking the smoothness of his balls from the base upward toward the head. I covered each orb with my lips and licked the entire way up the shaft. Slowly, I began working his cock in and out of my lips drawing out all the juicy nectar it contained. I savored it completely, not letting go of his ass but beginning instead to pull his torso in and out of my mouth until he started on his own to hump his crotch in and out of my hungry mouth. When Chris was completely buried inside my mouth, he just touched the rear of my throat.

He whispered, “I’m getting close …” Chris picked up the pace and began to mutter almost incoherently … “so good ... so good ... so good …” ... and then he completely filled my mouth with his cum.

After Chris rested a bit, he said, “All right … off to the showers for you.”

Obediently, I went into the bathroom and stepped in the shower. The suite had both a tub and a stall shower. I started the water running in the shower and found it had nozzles everywhere, with jets of water to spray me down from almost every angle. After a few minutes, Chris opened the shower door, smiled, and asked, “Mind if I join you?”

Chris entered and reached out to me, pulling my body close to him. He took the soap and began rubbing it all over my body, still holding me all the while. He lathered me up and then said, “Let’s see how well these nozzles really work.” Chris angled one so that it sprayed the underside of the head of my cock. The feeling was incredible. My cock first recoiled from the sensation, but Chris had me bend over and spread the cheeks of my ass. He angled another nozzle to spray both the crack of my ass and the hole itself. When I finally had enough, I took the hand-held wand and sprayed his body the same way he had done with mine. Finally, we were both clean.

Chris grabbed one of the many thick towels from the rack outside the shower and dried me from head to foot. Then he dried himself. Back in the bedroom, he laid me down on the bed on my back, spreading my legs as high over my head as I could stretch. Chris murmured, “Now I am going to make love to all the parts I couldn’t reach in the car.”

With that, he began kissing the insides of my thighs right down to the crack of my ass. He spread my cheeks apart and began licking the inside of my thighs down to my hole. Lubing my hole with spit, Chris inserted as much of his tongue as he could get in. It felt so good but it was also somehow embarrassing at the same time. Nobody had ever touched my ass in any way before. The thought occurred to me that Chris might have in mind that he was going to fuck me. I wasn’t at all sure about that and became fearful. So, I pushed him away from my ass towards my cock again, and he quickly got the message. Chris tried to lick his way back up my cock and began sucking until I came a second time ... another first for me.

To be continued...

Posted: 07/03/09