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Rock Hard Band (mm)
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From : Johnny Hardin 07 Oct 94
Subj : Rock "Hard" Band
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M\M tale of waiter earning his tips......
Because I work as a waiter in a rock club, I am able to
do some really wild things that other gay guys only dream of
doing. Let me tell you about one night and a rock band that
I'll call the Excellentes.
The Excellentes are four young Hispanic musicians who
have gained quite a reputation because they look so young and
hunky. The truth is they are all over nineteen; but the
teenage girls love them.
They came to the club to rehearse that morning. They
set up and went through their act while no one was around
except for the people who worked there. I was helping the
bartender wash glasses and watched them performing and
thought they all looked hunky as hell.
Then the members of the band went back to their dressing
room, and the manager told me to go back and see if any of
them wanted something to drink or eat. I walked to the
dressing room and knocked on the door and went right in.
All the boys had taken off their shirts. I was warm
back there in the dressing room. A couple of them were
smoking a joint, and one smiled and offered me the weed. I
took a hit and then asked if they wanted anything.
One of the guys was sitting in a chair with his feet up
on a little table. He rubbed his hand over the crotch of his
jeans producing a sizeable bulge. "The club manager says
your mouth is a wonder; a blow job would be nice," he said in
a mocking manner.
Well, I wasn't shocked since he was right and the
manager had spoken from firsthand experience of my oral
talents. Something about those shirtless sweaty hunks caused
me to be a little wilder that usual.
"Blow jobs all around?" I said, "Sure."
And then I dropped to my knees beside the one who had
made the suggestion and ran my fingers over his crotch. He
looked at me with his eyes wide as I opened his jeans, and
reached inside, and pulled out his prick.
It wasn't long, but it was thick with a plum sized
head. He got hard very quickly as I started to suck him in
front of all his friends. Within no time at all his body
was shaking, and then he started to shoot in my mouth. I
swallowed his cream quickly, and raised up, and licked my
lips, and said, "Who's next?"
I stayed on my knees and opened my mouth and let him
continue shoving his still hard prick into my mouth. As I
went back and forth on his rod, I raised my hands and touched
his hairless chest and stomach. I felt up and tweaked his
nipples as he put his hands on my head and started to fuck my
face harder raising his hips off the chair.
By now the other guys were urging him on, and one of
them even slapped him on the back while I was sucking him.
Each of the others was rubbing their crotches and I knew all
the meat in the room would be mine. He took a little more
time to cum, but the ferocity of my sucking could not be
denied. Within a few minutes, he was shooting his second
load down my throat.
Then the others urged the smallest member of the group
and one of them said, "Come on, Diego. You can be next."
He was the cutest. He looked to be the youngest. He
had an angelic face with a button nose and a soft, wide
mouth. He seemed a little unsure of himself as he approached
me.
I reached up and opened his jeans. Struggling with the
snake within his briefs I finally freed his meat. I
involuntarily gasped as I pulled out a prick that was at
least ten inches long and thick as a log. This kid was
small, but he was very well hung.
"Wow," I said as I looked at that big prick. My mouth
was not the only cavity I wanted that prick to fill.
I stuck out my tongue and started to lick the end of the
shaft. I worked my tongue around the head of his cock and up
and down the side of it. But I knew something more was
expected of me. I opened my mouth as wide as I could and
worked my lips over that big tool.
I had about half of the shaft in my mouth when I felt
the head batter the back of my throat. I went back and forth
on the prick of the young looking stud as he groaned and
moaned. He pushed his pants down even farther, and I moved
my fingers over his big balls as I sucked his prick.
The others started to move in around us. One of them
opened my jeans and pulled them and my briefs down to my
knees. My cock was drooling and standing straight out from
my body as I worked on Diego's equipment. The dummer for
the band had his hands all over my ass and started to work a
wet finger up my butthole. First one finger then two then
three. As the hand pushed into my butt my body slid forward
ensconcing Diego's cock deeper in my throat. Suddenly the
hand in my butt was replaced with the drummer's hot long
cock, which burned its way into my shitshute.
With Diego's meat in my mouth and an invading mass of
manflesh up my asshole my cock gave out it load shooting
streams of white cum across the rug.
This didn't mean I was done with Diego and continued my
efforts on his shaft. Every time I moved in close to his
body, I took more and more of his prick into my mouth and
throat. Pulling his hips towards my mouth I relaxed my
throat and let the cock slither down my throat. My hands
locked onto his beautiful butt, one of my fingers found his
asshole and sought refuge in the warmth of his gutts. As I
massaged his prostate I kept thinking that when this kid
came, it would be in gallons.
I wasn't wrong. When he groaned and twisted and started
to shoot, the warm mancream went down my throat in spurt
after spurt after spurt. I thought he was never going to
finish his orgasm.
When he was finally drained, however, he slowly pulled
his prick out of my mouth and looked down at me and said
"Thank you." His tone was sweet, boyish, almost innocent.
The drummer then pushed me flat against the rug, and
started humping my ass like a rabbit in heat. He pounded
into me until he was ready to unload and then pulled out and
shot his cum across my back and asscheeks. This set off the
remaining band member who just stood there over my body and
jerked off until his load shot and mixed with the juices
already coating my back.
One of the guys poured the remainder of a bottle of
champagne on my back and threw me a towel to clean up. While
I dried off the mixture of sperm and alcohol, I sat on the
floor. The band members sat around me with their legs spread
and their cocks standing free, my position put their meat at
eye level. As they stroked their meat, I zeroed in on
Diego who was now hard again. I turned onto my belly and
pointed my ass in his direction, while spreading my asscheeks
with my hands. His friends urged him on and he went for it.
He knelt between my legs and pulled me up.
"Oh, yeah. Doggie style!" he exclaimed as I pushed my
ass back toward that huge pole, wanting it - craving it -
needing it!
He was so careful, so loving not like the drummer.
After playing his fingers in and out he pushed that big
beauty against me, applying just a little pressure, then a
little more. I felt one burning jolt of pain and tightened.
He stopped and rested. Then he pushed steadily into me, up
my willing ass. When I felt his pubic hair push against my
butt, I could hardly believe he had got all the way into me.
He pulled back and thrust forward, his cock stiffening again
to its full size. As he thrust into me again, his big
ballsac slapped against my legs. He picked up speed with
every thrust, groaning, "Oh, gonna fuck the shit outta ya!"
His big prod was soon rubbing against my prostate. My cock
was rock hard. I knew he could make me come without touching
my dick at all. I squeezed his cock with my ass, backing
into him as he shoved into me.
"Shoot that load! Yeah, I wanna feel that hot cum up my
ass!" I kept saying, as he moaned along with me, "Nn hnn-
gonna shoot my wad!"
"Go for it Diego!" the other band members cheered as he
pummeled my butt.
I could feel his balls draw up as they started pumping
cum. I could feel his pole bringing me closer and closer to
climax. I felt like his cum was shooting out of my own dick.
Load after load - hot, sticky cum, more than I could ever
remember having shot.
Sweat ran off his body onto my back as he thrust into
me. He threw his head back as he shot and yelled, "Oh,
BABY!!!!" and then pulled us both onto our sides. We lay
there, drained and warm, with him hugging my back and me
reaching back to pull his butt toward me.
I know, I sucked all the others again, but I really
didn't remember much about that morning afterwards except
that I had enjoyed Diego's long, thick prick. Whenever I see
that band perform now, I remember how I got to play with them
on that memorable morning.
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