by Denis O’Bell
Drugs, sex and rock 'n roll.
I'm not sure who coined that phrase, but I've always liked it. I wasn't much into drugs, but sex and rock n’ roll have always been an integral part of my life. Life wouldn't be worth living without both.
I was born at roughly the same time as the first generation of punk rock reached the masses. Obviously I missed the beginnings of rock n’ roll. Looking back, I wouldn't say I missed it, as much as I had to discover it at a later date. I remember discovering the Chuck Berry while in middle school. Sure the album was older than both my parents, but it sounded fresh to me. I soon moved on to the Jerry Lee Lewis and Buddy Holly. While other kids were listening to Motely Crue I was jamming to Bo Diddley In the Spotlight, and trying to track down where these raw sounds came from. In my mind these were sounds that were both cool and attainable. I learned to play guitar by spending most of a summer with the Buddy Guy's "Stone Crazy" album.
I began to perform in rock bands at any location that would have me once I felt I was good enough to be seen by audiences. My aspirations were to be a famous guitarist traveling full time and I thought I was well on my way. I auditioned and was selected for a show band out of Columbus, Ohio. We traveled the country and played mostly state fairs and conventions. I forfeited my college education for this lifestyle and I've never regretted it.
One night I did a show in the town of Turley. I perform every weekend somewhere--mostly doing 50's & 60's shows. Last night was different ...it was two days after the world of Rock n' Roll lost the great Carl Perkins. Of course I did his classic version of "Blue Suede Shoes" and the floor always packs when it's played. But this night I had a problem because there were around one hundred and thirty people in my audience and I said "Ok, everybody is going over to my house for beer!" and they responded with "Yay!" And when all was said and done, around three hundred people showed up at my party ...and most weren't the people from the audience!
When the smoke cleared my living room was a shambles. I thought I had managed to get every one of those party-crashing strangers out of my place, but ...in my bathroom ... I found a youth, no more than twenty years old, hunched over my toilet bowl. He was a handsome feller with curly red hair and jade green eyes, and beneath his jacket and clothing I could make out a large and muscular body. He eventually climbed to his feet and introduced himself as Scotty Cullen. He was drunk off his ass, stumbling over things and he eventually retuned to my bathroom and passed out in the tub!
Unsure of what else to do, I carried "Scotty" into my bedroom and laid him out on the mattress. I gently placed my hand on his forehead, noting that his fair skin didn't seem unusually hot despite the fact that he was sweating like a racehorse. I lifted one of his eyelids and looked at his jade green peepers. His pupils did seem responsive to light but were sluggish. He was just plain drunk.
I started to get the unconscious redhead undressed. I removed his jacket. I blinked when I lifted Scotty's Kid Rock T-shirt. His skin was so white it was almost glowing. I ran my hands carefully over his ribs, stroking them. I got his pants and underwear off. I took note of his nice ass! And as hot, potent lust filled my brain I knew what I had to do.
Using nylon rope I tie his wrists together and rolled him over. He lay sprawled on his stomach. I freed my own hardening cock ... then decided ditch my pants and boxers all together. When he began to come to his senses, he gazed around in bewilderment then tried to make his escape! I quickly captured his bound wrists and attached them to the rails of the bed's headboard with a long piece of rope. I then grabbed the redhead by the hips and raised his ass to meet my throbbing cock. Scotty couldn't fight against my strong hands. He started whimpering as he felt my dick touching his asshole. He jerked away when he felt my thick finger enter him spreading warm lubricant ... which was nothing more than my spit ... over and in his asshole.
"Please mister, don't! Please stop! Please!" Scotty was begging and pleading with me. He started crying harder when my finger left him and he felt the pressure of something too big for even his beefy body begin to enter him. Scotty tried moving away but I had a good grip on his hips. Eventually I lost his patience and quickly thrust into the body under me until all nine inches were buried in the party crasher's body.
Scotty threw back his red head and screamed. I thought I'd hurt him so much he'd pass out. But he just kept on screaming ... wide awake and straining like mad against his bonds. I placed my hand over his mouth, stifling his cries of pain. The redhead started whimpering as I slammed into him, headless of his pain. It must have seemed like forever before I finished and withdrew from his now unconscious body.
I departed the room and Scotty Cullen lay where I left him; bound securely, sobbing in his sleep and looking magnificent in his Kid Rock T-shirt and nothing else.
Once I'd cleaned myself up in the bathroom I returned to the bed naked and slid in next to Scotty, holding the unconscious youth close to me and knowing that what I was doing was wrong. Still I burrowed close to him as he slept, sweet and innocent-looking. I had no idea what I was going to do with this beautiful party crasher, but I hoped that I could come up with something where the both of us could have a good time.
While I held the bound redhead in my arms, the youth unconsciously pressed his cheek to my bare chest. His muscular body was still and his breathing slowed. I used my fingers to rub the smooth curve of his spine through his T-shirt then stroked the downy softness of his scarlet hair. I laid his limp form back down upon the mattress. I smoothed Scotty's hair--kissed his closed eyelids. He regained consciousness for a few moments.
"Please please..." he begged. And at first I thought he was pleading for me not to rape him or something ... but then I felt his bound hands on me passionately and I knew that what he was really pleading for was for me to continue! I could feel how his skin grew hot and flushed with passion--how his body responded to my touch. I could feel how his jade green eyes grew wilder and wilder, until his fingers again raked across my back, demanding me to fill him.
I leaned in, pulled his shirt up a bit and kissed his shoulders. My palms were warm and, I hope, comforting over Scotty's bare flesh. The handsome party crasher released a heavy sigh. Kisses upon kisses and more exclamations of pity from me followed as I massaged away. Overcome by emotion, the redhead began to sob into the bed's pillow before he even knew what had overcome him. I shushed him, promising that I wouldn't hurt him ... too much ... and I'd do my best to make our time together a pleasurable as possible.
He gave me a bleary-eyed gaze, nodded and said "OK." Then he fainted. But before losing consciousness I'd laid him bare to my needs and he surrendered wholly--giving himself up to me.
I went down to the bottom of the mattress and kissed his bare toes. I can tell he never spent much time barefoot--his soles were smooth and tender. The toes were long and shapely. He had strong heels and a well-defined high arches with meaty balls of the feet. I continued kissing his toes, drawing each one into my mouth and tickling them with my tongue. Soft chuckling sounds came from Scotty, telling me that he was waking up again. I kissed and massaged and tongue-tickled my way all over the redhead's size 10 feet.
"Nohohoho plehehehease don'thahaa tickle meheeheheee!" Scotty exclaimed, trying to twist his body away, straining once again at the bonds cinching his wrists together.
I paused for a moment, facing Scott Cullen's sensitive soles. I watched the drowsy twenty-year-old and listened to him plead, which seemed to make the fire in my loins grow. Then, without really realizing it, I started to play my fingers along Scotty's feet. This made him start to guffaw and plead for me to leave his feet alone.
While he was weakened from the ordeal, I took the time out to untie him, remove his Kid Rock T-shirt and then re-tie him in a new configuration. First I used some nylon rope to tie his left arm to the headboard, then I moved down the bed to the left leg and tied it to the footboard, leaving just enough slack for the redhead to move slightly. I repeated the process on the stud's right arm and leg until I had him spread across the bed in an X. Then I stood back and admired the youthful body momentarily.
Apparently he didn't like this new formation because ... well, he was trying to scream. But I had gagged him by this time to keep the sounds down, and I had turned up the television a little to cover the grunts of protest he had been uttering. His penis was standing tall, proud and throbbing, but his green eyes were wide with fear. And yet he was still powerless to stop whatever I had in store for him.
And he could never have expected what I had in mind.
I left him and made my way into the kitchen. I returned with a canister of pink cake frosting and slowly smeared it over Scotty's jerking cock and then pasted the angel food cake to it. I then proceeded to lick and suck the cake on the hapless redhead's cock back off. The attack of my hot mouth and tongue caused Scotty's seven-inch cock to twitch and jerk and swing from side to side! I'd unbound my ponytail by then, so my long brown hair caressed his thighs and tickled his stomach as my hot tongue began to lap up the pink frosting.
I had some idea of what I'd do next, and watching Scotty thrash and strain against his bonds as I brought him closer and closer to orgasm was getting me really hot.
I played with my stiff nine-inches and as I finally sucked and licked the last of the cake and frosting off my captive's cock, I shot a load of cum over his stomach and along his thighs. By this time the twenty-year-old redhead was faint with overstimulation and his cock was hot pink and felt just plain hot! Feeling my hot, slimy cum against his skin seemed to double his need.
Having watched me reach my orgasm, Scott Cullen's magnificent bound body was clearly within minutes of gasping and groaning with orgasmic pleasure. And then, suddenly, he squirted his fresh cum straight into the air before it splattered down on his own chest and on me! The feel of the redhead's hot ropes of cum on my body, and the aroma of his fresh young cream, was too much for this aging rocker!
Untying his legs, I grabbed Scott's ankles and raised his feet, not over his head, but high enough to tie the ankles to the headboard and leave his asshole exposed. I then sat down under Scotty's raised ass and worked up a mouth of spittle. While he shook his head "no" and made garbled pleas through the gag, I held open his butt hole and drooled into that funky opening--lubing it. Then, drooling over my index finger, I slipped the digit up the redhead's hole, causing my captive to groan as the desire to get off another load grew still stronger.
I was soon erect again and, shuffling into position, easily rammed my nine-inch tool up the redhead's asshole.
Scott must have felt as though he were being split apart. When our pelvises met I know he could feel my manmeat clear through into his abdomen--into the far end of his young nether region. My hands groped for his guy-nipples. As I fucked him, I pinched and twisted them until I thought Scott was going to scream a hole through the gag. Scotty Cullen was definitely feeling his rectum fill as my throbbing cock began to pump load after load of milky cum deep into his ass. Volumes of my jizz erupted into the clasping grasping anus that engulfed my erupting cock. The redhead strained so hard against his bonds that he chaffed his wrists horribly. Then he shuddered, shook and nearly fainted from what must have been the magnificent feeling surrounding his asshole, extending deep into the core of his young being! He blacked out from a pleasure overload!
Seeing that he was out cold, I pulled out, stepped back and allowed myself a visual exploration of the helpless youth before me. Still exquisite. Eyes closed in sleep. Face handsome and intense. Strong jawline. Scarlet hair slightly matted with sweat. Broad shoulders, beautiful smooth chest. Long sleek legs. After untying him I allowed my fingers to caress the party crasher's now totally naked body, sliding my hands over every inch of him.
Bending down I extended my tongue and flicked the twenty-year-old's cheek. It caught a taste of the young redhead--the slight roughness of a beginning beard. I slowly began licking the party crasher's body as though tasting other parts. I rolled Scotty over--licked his back from nape to asscrack. Then turned his limp form over again so that I could work on his front. As I licked the unconscious youth he just lay there ...though at some level, because his body involuntarily shuddered, he was basking in the attention my tongue was giving him. Scotty began to drowsily moan when I began licking the reddish hair of his underarms.
I returned my face to those beautiful feet and was once again lost in a myriad of senses. As I rubbed my face on his sole, his foot jerked. I kept my face on one foot and started to rub my hand on the other foot. Then, down, along Scott Cullen's legs, kissing and licking, until I reached his toes again where I sucked gently... then with more demand. After that it was back up around the arch and the delicate bones of each ankle while my fingers massaged the pads of Scotty's feet. Soon I was up further, to his knees, bending them gently and lifting them to allow my tongue access to the hollow of each knee. I rubbed my hands along each leg from top to bottom, gently massaging each part of each leg.
Once I was done with his feet I went all the way to the top of the mattress to Scott Cullen's red head. I bent over the sleeping youth and softly kissed his closed eyelids. His long eyelashes caressed my lips. I kissed Scotty's eyebrows and his button nose. I even gave that nose a fond lick with the tip of my tongue. I softly kissed his lips--holding his limp body to me as I sucked on his lower lip just a little. I kissed his neck and tasted the clean sweat on his nape. My tongue circled around to the base of his neck before I kissed and sucked at his adams apple.
I moved down his neck to his collarbone, kissing very softly, before moving on to his pink nipples, sucking one gently as my fingertips worked over the muscles of Scott Cullen's chest and tweaked the other one. Slowly, sweetly, lovingly. I actually felt the straining of his nipples one by one--my fingertips tingling with the pale velvety skin of my handsome captive. I kissed his body all over, my tongue lapping across his nipples and biting them softly, waiting to hear a soft moan to escape his sleeping lips.
I untied his limp right and picked it up--held that finely-boned hand in my tanned callused one. His fingers were long and the nails were set into perfect ovals. The knocked out redhead's pinkish-white skin was like satin. He really had beautiful hands and I kissed his palm softly as he slept.
After sucking on his fingers for a bit I began kissing him a little on his forehead before suckling on his neck again. Then, with careful and precise movements, I kissed a slow trail down the twenty-year-old's naked, unconscious body, my hands moving down the sides of his chest and over his male-nipples. I was dipping my tongue into his bellybutton briefly before kissing the firmness of his stomach and licking at the last traces of pink frosting that lingered there. Even though Scotty was still out he began to squirm a little. And the squirms of pleasure and soft sighs that turned to moans were almost too much for me. After a few minutes of licking the boy's belly button, I moved down and kissed his reddish pubes. I kissed his belly again and softly licked his navel. I pushed my tongue inside that sweet bellybutton.
I then kissed my way back down and once more kissed his toes, licked his feet, climbed up his calves, bathing him with my tongue. I wrapped my arms around his right thigh and licked it. I kissed his knees and heard him make another unconscious moan. I kept kissing his knees while rubbing his belly. His stomach muscles felt tight. When I kissed and licked his thighs again, the redhead moaned even louder. I kissed my way close to his arousal. I kissed him, hot and wet, above his groin. If the handsome party crasher wasn't already unconscious, he probably would have fainted!
I kissed his manhood, taking him into my mouth and sucking gently--begging him to awaken so he could fully enjoy it. I felt the head and I licked and touched underneath the way any man would like. My lips were tight around the base and I used my hand to carefully massage the knocked out youth's scrotum. I felt his balls in my hand and fondled them. I continued sucking Scotty's penis even as my own penis throbbed and threatened to explode again.
Not wanting to shoot my load then, I gently kissed his untied hand again ... then manually slipped one of his forefingers into my mouth. I sucked it lightly, then slipped a second finger inside. I watched as his penis swayed and his body shuddered. My tongue slid up his arm, broadly stroking his biceps and probing the delightfully fragrant armpits. I sucked on his earlobes, licked his neck. I untied his other hand and slavered those fingers, then glided down his right side ... then flickered my tongue up to the balls. I tasted those testicles, causing him to arch his back while still out cold.
I began rubbing over his fair skin and all over his genitals. He woke suddenly while I was fondling his balls again. His jade green eyes wide, staring at me with a fearful gaze, probably expecting another brutal rape. Scotty did not move or fight me though--despite his fears he was anxious to see what I was going to do to him next. I tied his hands back to the headboard, then I sat on his face and ordered him to eat my ass. He eagerly put his talented tongue to work! When this posterior stimulation got my cock rock-hard again, I quickly climbed off Scotty, raised his legs again, lubed up his ass with spit ... and slid my dick back into his already ravaged asshole!
This fuck session seemed to take the party crasher to new heights. The only sound Scott could manage to utter through the gag was a muffled animal-like sound. He strained against his bonds--the sweat-dampened nylon rope chafed at the smooth fair skin of his wrists. As I rammed my rod in and out of him, he groaned and howled like a monkey at the zoo. My fucking stimulated his prostate intensely and kept him incredibly aroused. Soon he was shooting into the air splashing my face and his!
As he finished his climax, I waited a few seconds before pulling out. The redhead was drained and felt empty but I was ready for another go. When he least expected it, I rammed my dick back into his hole.
"GAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!!"
Scotty screamed before his green eyes rolled up into his head and he blacked out. I finished fucking the unconscious party crasher and left him lying on the bed, bound, gagged and moaning. After taking a few moments out to recover, I decided to revisit the kitchen. When I returned to the bedroom I was armed with a jar of honey.
I raised the jar above his already cum-coated torso and grinned as the sticky-sweet substance oozed out of the container and onto his nipple. The honey thinned out on contact with his hot pinkish-white skin and trickled down the sides of his heaving chest. I followed it with my tongue and licked his ribs clean of the tasty honey-mixed-with-cum solution. The redhead, though still out of it, shivered uncontrollably in response to my oral ministrations. I licked his ribs and tummy, teasing along the hard line of his pelvic bones on either side of his body. Even unconscious the handsome party crasher's hips thrusted upwards slightly as I nuzzled the reddish hair around his penis.
Then, heedless of the sticky mess I was making, I crawled onto the bed next to the limp, sleeping redhead and kissed his ears, his closed eyes, his mouth. I kissed his honey-and-cum-coated nipples, I went down to his feet and kissed his toes. I returned to his package and I kissed that hot and wet and sticky part of him too.
When he regained consciousness again I removed the gag, untied him and allowed the dazed party crasher to go to the bathroom. But on his way back from the john I seized him--quickly locking his wrists behind his back with a pair of handcuffs. He was still too stunned and startled to put up too much of a fight. As he began to recover from his surprise he strained against the handcuffs. But it was no use. I had locked them on securely.
I took one of Scotty's own sweaty socks, rammed it into the cuffed and terrified youth's mouth and tied a gag around his face with the other. His cries were still audible, but now they wouldn't carry too far beyond my home.
Instead of leading him back to the bedroom, I bent his unresisting body over the phone stand table. Then I lubed up my rock-hard dick with spit and rammed it into Scotty's hole in one brutal thrust. I even grabbed his cock and jerked him off while I fucked his ass ... or rather he fucked himself on my cock since he did all the moving--caressed me with the backs of his thighs and jutting his ass forward and back. All the while he released muffled screams through the gag.
Scott Cullen cried out in pain/pleasure as I repeatedly rammed into him, fast and furiously, my thighs pounding viciously against the redhead's bruised ass. The party crasher met each of my thrusts with muffled howls of pained ecstasy, and as I emptied my load into his ass, the twenty-year-old came for the third time before collapsing in a dead faint on the table.
Yeah, I have to start planning more parties.
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