Singer’s Story

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

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Chapter 11

When we finally left the Opry grounds, Daddy dropped Chris and me at the hotel. We had spent several hours talking to the stars and other well-wishers backstage and out in our coach. There was only the night auditor on duty when we entered the lobby. She smiled glowingly and said, “I listened to the show tonight, and you guys were wonderful. I just know you are going to have a hit on your hands. Congratulations to you both.”

We thanked her sincerely, and when she asked for an autograph we both signed one of the hotel brochures for her. Then we went upstairs to our rooms. Although it was late, Chris and I had plans for our own private party.

We went to our individual rooms. I got my guitar and soon headed down to Chris’s room. I had his extra keycard, so I let myself in. I announced my presence but he was already in the shower. I stripped off and asked Chris if I could join him. As I got in, he reached over and cupped my balls and cock with his hand and weighed them up and down … he then tugged them away from my body and toward his own. Naturally, I follow wherever my balls lead. “Come here,” he whispered, “I’ll show you your biggest fan club.”

… and, up to that point, he was right …

Chris’s cock stood up rigidly against his slim belly. I plucked it away and it slapped back against his abdomen. Playfully, I did that two or three more times until he said, “It is all primed for anything you want to do.”

I said, “It is not what I want to do, it is what you want … I am willing to try anything as long as it is with you.”

So he washed me carefully—my cock and balls, my ass and crack, and then the rest of me. I did the same to him … the suds flew from head to toe. We rinsed, stepped out of the shower, and toweled each other dry. Chris said, “I want to do everything you did to me the other night and more.”

If we hadn’t been about the same size, I am sure that he would have carried me to the bed. Instead, we walked hand in hand into the bedroom and he laid me on my back and then took his place beside me, all the while kissing me from head to toe. Chris began licking my balls and gradually spread my legs, continuing downward until he had reached my hole. He screwed his tongue in as far as it would go and little by little spread my hole as wide as possible. Then he inserted his moistened middle finger and eased it in and out for a bit. Chris sat up and reached for the tube of lube that was on the night stand. Spreading some of it on his fingers, Chris lay back down and rested his cheek on my inner thigh. He said, “I am going to be as gentle as I can, Billy Ray, but if it becomes too much for you we will just stop …”

To tell the truth, I was already trembling with fear. But then Chris reinserted his lubed finger and it entered me easily. He pulled it out and reapplied more lube and put it in again. It still didn’t hurt, but then again it wasn’t as big as his cock, either. He fucked his finger in and out of me and I began to gush pre-cum. Chris wiped some of it on his finger and he inserted that into me as well. Then he asked me to open a condom and put it on him. I did, and then I slathered lube all over it.

Chris lay down flat and had me straddle his hips. He said, “If you just lower yourself onto me, you can control how much and how fast it goes in.” I lifted myself up over him as he held his cock upright, and I slowly began to lower myself onto it. Actually, I probed around so much with my ass that I had lube from one end of my crack to the other. Finally, I could feel that his cock was in exactly the right place.

Chris said, “You might want to push outward, like you are taking a dump, so it will open enough to let me in … once the head is in, you can take your time, but it will gradually open for me, I promise …”

I did as Chris said, and when I forced the head of his cock in, I almost cried out because the pain was so intense. He could see the pained expression on my face. “That’s ok,” he soothed, “Take it slow … just take it slow and easy …”

The pain in my ass was throbbing, but it gradually began to subside. I slowly lowered myself down onto him and I could feel the pulsation of his cock trying to open me up a little more. It seemed like minutes passed before I could let any more of it in, but gradually I relaxed until I felt like it would fit. I slowly began descending onto him, and after a time I bottomed out. When I did manage to relax, I slowly began raising and lowering myself on him.

Chris was flexible enough that by bending all the way forward when I raised up, he could just reach the tip of my cock with his lips … he kissed and licked it … we must have looked like a pretzel the way we were twisting around. I wanted to give his cock pleasure and I also wanted him to suck me at the same time. Somewhere inside of me, I felt his cock rub a “good spot.” So I raised myself enough until I could feel the head of his cock rub against that spot and I held myself at that level and just focused on that feeling. Finally, he could get the head of my cock in his mouth, but I by that time I was beyond caring how he got me off. The pre-cum just flowed. Chris covered my cock with his fist and started jacking it. Every once in a while, he licked that wonderful juice that was flowing and replaced it with his spit. He sped up and whispered passionately, “I’m coming, Billy Ray ... I’m close … I’m coming …”

I also sped up fucking myself on his cock until I felt the throb and the warm spurts even through the condom. Then Chris focused on the sensations he was giving my own cock as he covered the head with his lips while he jacked it with his fist. When I came it dribbled from his lips and he licked up what had escaped. It continued to throb as it gradually subsided. We grooved on those feelings in complete silence.

I lay across his chest and rested. It had been a workout. Before long, Chris’s deflated cock slipped from my ass and I got off of him and went to the bathroom. There was a small amount of blood mixed with the lube residue that I wiped from my crack. It was a hot experience, but again I was not sure that it was what I wanted. It somehow seemed that I had crossed another line. As I exited the bathroom, Chris entered with the filled condom still dangling from his limp cock.

After we both cleaned up we lay beside each other, embracing. He said, “You have had a lot of ‘firsts’ today, haven’t you?”

I didn’t say anything in reply … my mind was in a whirl … joy, sadness, passion, accomplishment, the talk we had with the personal manager … it was all too much to comprehend at that age. I only knew that it was far too early in my life for all the decisions I would have to make in the next few years. I soon went back to my room and slept well, alone.

I was surprised to discover that the next morning I could still walk. When we went down to the coffee shop off the lobby, it seemed like the whole hotel staff was there waiting for us. We had told them the day before that we were going to be on the show and they all congratulated us. The desk clerk said, “Now we know why you two guys spent so much time together rehearsing.” (Little did they really know!) “You were great on the show, and we are proud to have you as our guests. That song is a sure hit. I only wish that it was one of mine! That writer can probably make a career on that thing—and you guys, too. Soon you won’t want to hobnob with us common folks.”

About then the lobby door swung open and a reporter for a Nashville newspaper entered. She said her editor had heard about the Opry show and wanted her to track us down. We invited her to have breakfast with us, and Chris told her that we each had some prepared background questions and answers so we wouldn’t have to go over that ground again. Chris asked me to go up to the room and get one of the information packages for the reporter. I did, and then met them back down in the coffee shop. She quickly skimmed over the prepared material and asked if she could ask us to expand on some of the facts.

Her first question was, “With all of your touring, you seem to be have little time for fun and relaxing. I mean, Billy Ray always seems to be on tour with his family, and Chris, you have your own tour schedule. Since you are individually on the road so much, how do you spend your personal time off? What do you do for fun?”

Chris said, “The two weeks that we are spending in Nashville is the only time off I’ve had in the last several months. But even that is a working vacation because it has been filled with business and recording, too.” Chris went on to tell the reporter that if he wasn’t on the road, he was always just getting ready to go, so he had no time for fun. Although he considered Biloxi his permanent home, he hadn’t been able to do more than visit there for the last five years. His home base as far as business was concerned was a farm outside of Little Rock, Arkansas. He was based there because it was centrally located for many of the tour dates he had. But even that was more of a business headquarters where he kept his coach and the Chris Baker products that he offered to his fans. It was also the headquarters for the Chris Baker Fan Club, which employed some of his biggest fans.

But Chris thought about the question a bit more and then added, “My career is just like anybody else’s, really. If you are a bricklayer or a carpenter, you have to work while there is work. You can’t work in the winter much, so you can’t afford to take off in the middle of the summer for a vacation. We have to tour while there is a demand. Luckily, I have had a lot of hits, so there are a lot of good folks out there who want to see and hear me in person. I am sure it is the same thing for the Stone Family. Especially since they have had several hit songs off their first few CDs.”

When the reporter asked me the same question, I responded with a laugh, “What is ‘fun?’”

I put on a more serious face and answered her, “My family and I are headquartered in Central Tennessee at Stone Hollow. We are only off the road once in a while for several weeks at a time. So we pretty much have to make our own fun wherever we are at the time. We carry fishing gear, lots of the same hobby and sporting equipment that other kids have, and many of the same electronics, too. We just now bought an even bigger coach and it will allow much more room for entertainment.”

She asked, “What about friends? Don’t you miss your friends?”

"I don’t have many of what you would call ‘friends’ … at least, not in the sense you mean. We are never in a place long enough that I am able to become more than acquaintances with anyone. Sometimes when we return to an area, we might get better acquainted with somebody we’ve met on previous trips, but it is difficult to know anybody very well. I do have a friend named Bobby that we have visited many times over the years, and several other people that I am acquainted with, but I haven’t even seen much of them for a while.”

“Even early on, we couldn’t make many friends because we were that ‘preacher’s kids.’” We were in and out of school so much because of Daddy’s revival schedule that I almost failed early on. Then Mamma started home schooling all of us kids together while we were on the road, and now we pass the state exams for home school students with flying colors.”

I added, “Mamma has a degree in elementary education, so it is not like our schooling has been neglected. We just have a different way of life than most other people.”

Chris said, “I sometimes feel the same. We are in a business that requires you to constantly travel and that is just a fact of life.”

The reporter asked, “What about a love life? I know that it must be difficult to maintain a relationship being on the road?”

I chuckled again and asked, “What’s a ‘love life?’”

She said, “I keep forgetting that you are not even sixteen yet … you do look very mature, though. But do you manage to have any girlfriends being out on the road like you are?”

I said, “I meant that as a joke, but I do have girl friends. But they are more like ‘friend-girls’ than actual ‘girlfriends!’ Just like maintaining any friendship, it takes work. But I do have a few girls that I like. I hope to have a long life ahead of me and there is plenty of time.”

I looked at the reporter with as straight a face as I could manage and then asked her, “By the way, what are you doing after the interview?”

She shot back, “Don’t be too sure that I would turn you down—we could do ‘Mickey D’s’ playground or something.” She then asked quickly, “Do you have a fan club also, Billy Ray?”

I replied, “Not that I am aware of, but there was some talk about forming one around Biloxi after Chris and I sang down there. And I heard it was some middle aged ladies, not just teeny-boppers!”

“So you appeal to the older crowd too, do you?”

“I don’t know about older, but I am far more mature than my calendar age might seem.”

She said, “From my up-close perspective, you are adorable as well as multi-talented, and you will be quite a star someday, Billy Ray. Your age has nothing to do with it—just don’t change too much from the sweet boy you are now.”

Then she focused the questions on Chris and I tuned out.

After about five more minutes she concluded, “Now I can see why they called you guys the ‘Pied Pipers of Biloxi!’ I want to thank you both for the interview. Now we will be off the record while we eat our breakfast.”

As we ate, we continued to chat for a while, and when breakfast was over, she wished us success in our recording sessions. She handed us her note pad and asked for our autographs. When she stood to leave, Chris and I both stood up also and hugged her and kissed her on the cheek. There was applause from the other customers and she blushed as she made her way to the exit. We signed a dozen more autographs before we could leave.

As we made our way to the elevator, the desk clerk gave us a big thumbs up, too.

Chris and I had the entire day just to relax before our big recording debut.

To be continued...

Posted: 08/21/09