Erotica - The Studio Session

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I had been thinking about Tim from the first moment I saw him walk into the rehearsal studio, but I never had the courage to approach him...

I don't know what it was about him that made him so attractive to me -- his penetrating blue eyes, his deliciously wicked grin, his bald head, his v-shaped torso, the fact that he is 20 and I am five years his senior, the fact that we're both Scorpios, or that he seemed so damn unattainable -- all outward appearances gave the impression that he was straight -- quite the ladies man, in fact.

But, whenever I looked at him, his eyes made contact with mine a bit too intensely, his grin hiding secret thoughts and desires. Flirting became a little too sincere at times for someone who knows that I am gay, but doesn't have aspirations to receive his own "rainbow toaster".

He remained a mystery to me, but I was determined to find out exactly what made him tick -- and exactly what it took to get him off. Finally, I had my chance. Arriving at the rehearsal studio, I saw his car parked in the driveway. My heart began to race as I anticipated seeing him. "Just be cool -- don't say anything stupid", I thought to myself as I parked next to him. I walked toward the studio, mesmerized by the faint sound of his bass guitar...

After what seemed like an eternity, I turned the doorknob and walked in, trying to appear as nonchalant as possible.

"What's up, man?", I asked, noticing a slight quiver in my voice.

"What's up? It's been a while since you came in here... I thought I was going to be alone for a while."

Time to turn up the heat a little.

"I can leave if you want...", I proposed, silently praying that he would ask me to stay.

He didn't disappoint me.

"No, you don't have to leave. Actually, I'm glad you're here... I wanted to talk to you about something."

He placed the guitar in its stand and walked off the makeshift stage toward the cluster of old sofas and chairs in the farthest corner of the room, surrounding a coffee table strewn with magazines, empty cans and bottles, and an overflowing ashtray that looked more at home at an AA meeting.

He sat on the sofa and looked up at me, eyes glimmering in the faint light.

"Come sit down. I won't bite...", he added with a grin.

"Damn, how I wish you would", I thought as I walked past the engineering station and moved toward him.

He shifted in his seat, casually spreading his khaki-covered thighs a bit wider, giving me a better view of his bulging package. His hand unconsciously slid up and down his tight stomach, barely covered by a white undershirt that was clinging in all the right places.

Becoming increasingly aroused, I took a seat in the folding chair opposite him. Crossing my legs, I nervously began to search for my cigarettes. Withdrawing them from my pocket, I realized that I left my lighter in my car. "Got a light?", I squeaked through my dry, tight throat.

He reached over the table and lit my cigarette. When I looked up, I noticed that his statement had become quite serious all of a sudden. Wondering what this conversation could possibly be about, I leaned back in the chair, exhaled, and began the dialogue.

"What's on your mind, Tim?"

He leaned forward on the dilapidated sofa, nervously rubbing the back of his neck.

"Well, I wanted to ask you something."

He looked away, almost picturing the conversation against the pink insulation-covered wall behind me.

"What?"

Clearing his throat, he began to speak.

"I heard through the grapevine that you have a crush on me."

"SHIT!", I thought frantically.

I looked at him, a confused statement on my face, hoping that the one person I thought I could trust to keep her mouth shut hadn't betrayed my confidence. I cursed myself for revealing my crush to our mutual friend.

Correcting my posture, I began to speak.

"A crush? I don't know what you're talking about, Tim. I mean, even if it WERE true, you're straight, right? And, we're just friends, right? So, it really wouldn't matter anyway, especially since..."

He interrupted my stream of consciousness with a laugh.

"And exactly what is so motherfucking funny?"

He smiled and rubbed his head.

"I dunno. I just think your reaction is a bit over the top, especially since you don't know what I'm talking about."

"Well," I replied cautiously, "I just wanted you to know that this couldn't possibly be true. Whatever I feel for you is purely plutonic, I assure you."

"Oh." He slumped back on the sofa, springs squeaking under his weight. Staring directly into my eyes, his lips began to part.

"So... you're saying that she's lying to me, huh? I see..."

"FUCK!", I thought, dropping my head. She DID tell him. How do I dig my way out of this one, and still save face?

"Well, I may have mentioned to her that I thought you were cute, I guess", I said, playing with the cross hanging around my neck, "but, that's about it. I mean, I do think you're cute and all, but what good will that do me? I mean, you ARE straight, right...?"

I looked up to find him drilling a hole into the top of my head with his eyes. He obviously wasn't buying my lame-ass story. He stood up from the sofa and walked toward the door. I could hear him turn the lock on the door behind me. He walked back over and stood behind the chair I was sitting in, and began to massage my shoulders.

"So, exactly what is it about me that makes you think I'm cute?", he asked, rubbing my shoulders.

"Well, you have a nice smile, nice eyes..."

"Yeah?"

"And you're a pretty decent guy. That's it, I guess."

"Oh. Well, what about this?"

He lifted his left hand from my shoulder, and I heard the sound of his zipper coming undone behind me. As he squeezed my right shoulder, I turned my head to see what was going on.

His hard dick stared back at me, pre-come oozing from the slit it its huge, blood-engorged head. Tufts of brown pubic hair peeked out of the zipper, past the plaid boxers, framing the wood just inches from my face. I leaned back to look up at him, as he looked down at me, smiling eagerly.

"What do you think about this?", he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

"Well, I definitely like what I see. Can I have a taste?"

"Go ahead."

I turned the chair to face him. Grabbing his hips, I pulled him toward me, as I stuck out my tongue to taste the fluid dripping from the head.

"Your tongue is pierced? Cool!"

Not even pausing to comment, I leaned forward and opened my mouth wider. My tongue began to snake around the tip of his dick, enjoying the salty sting of his come on my tongue. Moving farther, I took more and more of his shaft into my mouth until I found my face buried in his crotch.

I heard him moaning with pleasure as I slid my hands up his undershirt, my fingertips grazing his washboard stomach.

"Wait a minute...", he said breathlessly.

I released his dick from my mouth while I watched him slide his khakis down his thighs, followed by his boxers.

Now, I was able to experience the full glory of the prize I had been lusting after for so long. His dick stood proud and hard in front of him -- it must have been at least 8 inches long, and a good 2 inches in diameter. His huge, walnut-shaped balls dangled lazily from beneath his rod. He spread his legs as I pulled him back toward me.

My mouth opened to receive his tool. I could feel it sliding down my tongue deeper and deeper into my throat. I began to caress it with my tongue, using my tongue piercing to stimulate his shaft. Grabbing his tight, firm ass with one hand, I rubbed his balls with the other.

As he began to fuck my mouth, I slid one, then two fingers between his ass-flesh. I heard him moan as my fingertips found his tightly clenched hole. Tracing circles around it, I began to suck him off even more frantically, matching the gyrations of his hips.

Bravely, I slid my middle finger into his hole. He moaned as it entered his virgin ass, and I began to finger-fuck him as he stood before me, his thighs flexing and tightening with each thrust of his cock. He pulled back and stared at me.

"Take off your clothes. I want to fuck you.", he said with an agression I had never heard in his voice.

Slightly frightened by the size of his cock, I stood and began to strip. I watched him move over to the sofa, sit down, and begin to stroke his huge dick. He took off his pants and pulled a condom from his wallet.

"Come here.", he said as he stared into my eyes.

I walked over to him and sat down. He pulled me over to him and kissed me frantically, his tongue swirling around in my mouth. I could feel his hand moving up my thigh until he began to stroke my shaft as I stroked his. His other hand gripped the back of my head, pressing my head closer to his. He broke the kiss and pushed me back on the sofa.

I wrapped my arms around him as he lifted my legs into the air and brought them to rest on his shoulders. Placing the condom onto his shaft, he looked me in the eye once again.

"I have wanted to do this for so long," he said earnestly. "Get ready -- I'm gonna fuck you like you've never been fucked before."

Before I could ready myself, I felt his dick pressing against my hole. I relaxed, and felt him slide into me inch by inch until his balls pressed against my ass. He stayed there for a minute, giving my hole time to adjust to the welcome invasion.

I grabbed his ass as he began to slam his dick into me. With each thrust of his dick, I could hear him moaning and grunting as beads of sweat began to form on his forehead. My hole began to stretch and clench as he worked me over, speeding up at times, then taking slow, deep thrusts.

He leaned forward and kissed me again, pressing his lips tightly against mine. My hands began to explore the network of muscles rippling across his back and shoulders as he fucked me with a passionate intensity I had only seen in him when he performed. His head leaned back as he worked, lips slightly parted, eyes rolled heavenward.

My own dick began to pulse as his abs rubbed against it with each thrust. I could feel the come rising inside me as he began to pump frantically, slamming my ass with each stroke.

"Tim, I'm gonna come," I said as he pumped harder and harder.

I could feel my dick twitch as the come began to rise. I rolled my eyes back and let out a moan as I began to shoot my come, making both out stomachs wet and slippery with come.

He pulled out of me, pulled off the condom, and begin to frantically pump his cock. I fingered his ass and stroked his thigh as I waited for him to bath me in his hot come.

"FUCK!", he yelled as he began to explode.

The first volley hit me in the chest, while subsequent shots streamed down my stomach and torso. He relaxed, looking completely satisfied and relieved. I looked up at him as he leaned forward.

"Thank you.", I said dreamily.

He smiled, kissed me and replied, "No, thank you. You are amazing, you know that?"

I smiled back at him.

"Ready to admit you have a crush on me yet?", he asked.

"A crush?" I replied. "No. I'm definitely in love with you."

He wrapped his arms around me and kissed my neck.

"I love you, too."

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