Singer’s Story

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

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Chapter 8
Rising

Chris and I stopped for dinner on the way back to the hotel and then returned to our individual rooms. I called my parents and told them all about the songs that we had auditioned. We had spent so much time in Nashville during our initial recording sessions that we had already seen all the sights. So it was hard to find other subjects to talk about.

The Stone Family’s second CD had been released three months earlier and we now had four songs from it that had broken into the top 100. One of them was a solo of mine. It was named “I Surrender,” and was a song aimed at teenage rebellion.

My folks did have some other pieces of news, however. “I Surrender” had reached number 70 the last time I had heard, but Daddy said that, according to the buzz about the upcoming chart rankings, my song would probably be in the top 50 by the end of the week.

Daddy also said we had been invited to appear on the big Christian television cable network fundraiser in two weeks. The management company had been planning our first west coast tour anyway, and the TV appearance would fit right into that schedule. Daddy’s plan was to send the driver out with the new bus a week early to test out all the vehicle’s mechanical systems, and then we would all fly out to meet it. We would then tour California, the surrounding western states, and work our way back toward home. After our return, the annual Gospel Awards ceremony would be televised and we would sing on it as the Stone Family. It was also on that show that I could possibly receive the New Male Vocalist of the Year award.

After I hung up the telephone, I took my guitar and went down to Chris’s room as if we were going to rehearse. Chris had already taken a shower and was sitting around in his robe when I arrived. He said slyly, “Why don’t you join me? There is another robe in the bathroom.”

I went into the bathroom and took a quick shower. After I was finished I walked back into the bedroom and asked Chris if he wanted a massage. He nodded his assent, so I told him to lie on the bed on his stomach with his head hanging over the foot of the bed. I grabbed the sides of his robe and slid it off his body. I removed my own robe as well and stood at the foot of the bed straddling the back of his head. I gradually squeezed my thighs together so Chris couldn’t move his head. Then I leaned forward and began massaging his neck and upper back, working slowly from head to foot.

My cock and balls were being caressed by the hair on the back of Chris’s head. I leaned down still farther and moved my fingers in order to massage his butt. Gradually I moved still farther forward until I could massage his thighs and calves. Not a word was spoken, but I could tell that it was pleasing him ... he began to writhe and moan in time with my fingers.

I stood back up and opened my thighs and told Chris to roll over. Now he was staring at the underside of my cock and balls. I again gripped his head between my thighs so he couldn’t move it and I began massaging his chest and abs. I squatted down just a bit so that I could rub his face with my cock. Every time he tried to get his mouth on it, I teased him, raising my cock up just enough to be out of his reach.

I continued to massage Chris’s stomach, upper thighs, and his tight calves. Looking down between my own thighs, I could see a trail of my pre-cum all over his handsome face. Again I moved forward as I reached for his thighs. I was almost in a push-up position as Chris raised his cock to meet my waiting lips. I opened my mouth, allowing it to enter. At the same time, I slackened the muscles in my thighs so he could reach my cock and then guide it between his lips. I gradually began fucking his mouth, and he did the same to me. Needing to cum, I became more forceful and screwed my cock in and out of Chris’s warm mouth, faster and faster. He matched my thrusts until I could actually feel his cock swelling between my lips. Suddenly I felt his cum gushing into my mouth. My own cock erupted and Chris had to gulp quickly in order to contain it all. Gradually the pace slowed until I lay forward and rested my face on his thighs.

Some time later, I went into the bathroom and rinsed my face and cock. As I slowly got dressed, we both talked about how wonderful the sex was between us and how we looked forward to more of the same during the week—it was then only Tuesday—and we did ... more of the same, that is.

To be continued...

Posted: 07/31/09