As you may have noticed, I need a proof reader...any volunteers? I re-read and re-read until I can't see the forest for the trees... So sue me. Maybe my fingers get too hard...Anyway, this is an adult story that eventually gets around to gay sex...if you are not over eighteen years old and into that sort of thing you don't belong here. Get out while the getting' good... I would still like to have constructive criticism and comments...at Daviddivers@ymail.com
A word about the religious aspect. I played and sang country and gospel music off and on most of my adult life. I know something about the music business. And, despite the religious nature of the music, it is a business just like any other field of entertainment. Because there is big money to be made, it attracts its share of phonies and frauds. My protagonist eventually becomes one...but he is still growing up in the business that he was raised in, and he becomes more and more conflicted about his gayness in a culture that would hate him if they knew. I hope he has a golden future but I haven't decided yet.
Chapter 3 – A Star is conceived
One of Daddy's songs was entitled, "A Sheltered Life." It is a song about how hard it is to resist temptation and how wonderful it would be if we could live a life sheltered from all that. It was recorded as a Stone Family song and Daddy and Mamma sang the lead parts on that one. The label sent out sample CDs with only that one song on them to radio stations. I would like to say the song was an overnight hit. It wasn't.
Although breaking in to radio was slightly different when we started out, many stations today use pre-recorded shows that are recorded elsewhere and are just re-broadcast locally—especially at night when there are fewer listeners. The might use the same tape over and over for weeks. They have live DJs and news during the drive-time hours when they charge the most for advertizing, but otherwise they use these "canned" programs. Even the live DJs must use play lists. They don't sit around with stacks of CDs and select the songs they want to play. The station managers provide a program of songs that are authorized. So it is difficult for newcomers to break into the business. But ours eventually happened just the opposite. There was enough demand and our label and management company had enough influence that some of our songs were picked by the company that produced the prerecorded programs. We got enough exposure outside of the "drive-time hours" that the station managers had to put us on the "drive time" play lists. (in case you didn't know, "drive-time hours" are daytime hours when most people are driving to or from work. That is when they listen to the radio the most and are most receptive to advertizing.)
Starting out, "A sheltered life", got air play on the smaller local Gospel stations in the area where we were known because we could personally promote it through friends and relatives and the churches we regularly visited. We were considered to be a local group by our supporters in a three state area—Tennessee, Kentucky and West Virginia. They made sure that the stations had a copy and they created demand by calling and asking them to play it. Meanwhile, we were sent to any station that would let us in the door to promote it.
The first promotional tour scheduled our stops where the promoters felt it would do the most good. We visited many stations in Alabama, Virginia, Georgia, and the Carolinas. Naturally we did some revivals and play dates along the way to help defray the costs, but the main purpose was promotion. Sometimes we would hit 3-4 stations per day. While we were there, we also were able to promote the other songs on the album as well. We probably gave away as many CDs as we sold in the stores. Many stations would have call-in question and answer interviews and we would donate prizes and pictures to the callers. While we were small timers at that point, county folks didn't care about that. To them we were celebrities. And, off the air we would try to get their addresses for future promotions. We also recorded promotional advertisements for the stations while we were in town—things like, "We're the Stone Family and when we are in ...city, we listen to ..." That type of thing.
When we returned to the Hollow, we began to get mail and phone calls from the people that we had met along the way requesting more information about us. Not only that, but the radio stations began getting requests for other songs that were on the full CD. Most stations only had the demo and didn't know about the other songs.
The song that did make a big splash was a song that Daddy had written titled, "Ripples". I sang the lead part on that one. The song was about how one act of Christian kindness can spread to other people like ripples in a pond. As soon as the song began getting air play, we began another promotional tour of the deep south. We hit South Alabama, northern Florida, Mississippi and Louisiana. Again we did appearances at churches and Gospel Sings and other package shows. (Package shows are where a promoter puts together a package of acts and sends them from town to town like a travelling circus). But now, we were getting noticed by the more popular groups who were on the shows and they actually began taking us seriously... Although we still were the opening act of the shows and not the headliners, we were no longer treated as outsiders.
Most well known groups have "homecomings". Once or twice a year the big name groups put together a show in their hometowns and promote them as a homecoming. They invite other groups to play. During that tour we were invited to two different homecomings but Daddy had to refer them to our management company because at that point, we had no control over where we went or who we were packaged on those shows with.
When the label realized the possibility that "Ripples" could become a hit, they began promoting me personally as an age thing--a fifteen year old boy in a family group with a hit song on his hands. My family made sure that it didn't go to my head.
We were being realistic. Our real strength was as a family. We might have a big future in Southern Gospel music as individuals, but we would all prosper as a family unit. Since I was a minor I had no personal contract with the label and I was bound to the contract that my Daddy had signed. I had no quarrel with that because up to that point there was no rivalry within the family itself.
As soon as the song broke into the top 100, the management company began to market both the Stone Family and Billy Joe Stone as two separate entities. Where just a few weeks previously we were the opening act, the promoters now gave us second or third billing in order to take advantage of the song's popularity.
We always started playing our part of the show as the Stone Family. We would do our half hour show as usual and then I would do another fifteen minutes as the lead singer. At the conclusion of my set, we would join together to sing that old song, "Will the Circle Be Unbroken". The first time we did it, the show's star complained to the promoter because it brought down the house. They crowd loved it, but they began leaving the building at the conclusion of our part of the show. As a result, the star had to play to an almost empty house. He was a young famous tenor named Chris Baker who had been one of the first generation artists from our own recording label. Before we knew it, he forced the promoter to put us on last.
One night after a show in Baton Rouge I was walking around out behind the auditorium cooling off after the show, and Chris the tenor cornered me behind the buses and seemed to want to chat. He was a slim, handsome guy in his early twenties and, despite this being a Gospel show, he always performed in tight black, form-fitting stage clothes... Whenever I watched him I felt that same familiar rush that I first had experience with Bobby. But it couldn't be...he was a Christian singer. I was a Christian singer also... It couldn't be happening again...Not with an adult... That tingling in my groin and the tightness in my chest said otherwise but...
I knew nothing about "gaydar"--that would come later-- but I thought I recognized something in him. Maybe a kindred spirit. So we talked about the business awhile and just wandered around. When we got into the shadows, he put a hand on my shoulder and made me pause in mid-stride. He said, "we seem to be surrounded by old folks on this tour. Most of these guys are in their forties or fifties. Even your Dad and Mom must be pushing forty. Its hard to find somebody as young as us to talk to".
Even though I was only fifteen, he looked almost as young as me. He said,"You know it sure does get lonesome out here on the road."
I told him, "I wouldn't know because my whole family is with me."
He said, "You must really miss your girlfriends back home."
I told him, "We're on the road so much that there is not much chance of having a girlfriend. And when were home we live so far out in the sticks that girls can't hardly find me. You know how it is in the country, some folks live where the paved road ends—we live father out where the gravel road ends".
As he rubbed my shoulder he said, "You are so young and innocent that it hurts. It is that hardly part that sometimes gets us in trouble. "
I seemed to know what he was trying to get at but I just kept silent. This was an adult. I didn't want to mistake his meaning. What Bobby and I did was just boy to boy stuff. This was more serious than that. But I really was lonely. I was also mature far beyond my years. As I said, I did not have a normal childhood. I had grown up working in an adult business and was treated as sort of an extension of my Daddy's ministry. In music I was comfortable expressing my emotions in public with music. So, Chris and I really were contemporaries despite about eight years difference in our ages.
He said, "With all the attention you are getting, I know that this is probably old hat, you probably hear it all the time, but you are beautiful boy and I have never heard a more talented kid than you. You have a great future ahead of you."
I was still relatively innocent but I knew exactly what he was getting at. He sad, "I would really like to spend more time with you. After the show in Hattiesburg tomorrow night we are all scheduled to play the convention center in Biloxi. I am sure that we may be able to spend some time together down there. I tow my SUV behind the bus and I have to do a promotional interview with a radio station in Ocean Springs so maybe I can talk your Dad into letting you do it with me. It will be good for the show and we might get some time to be just guys. Would you like to do that? "
He added, "Don't you mention it to your Dad. Just let me bring it up to him tomorrow night and act surprised if he says anything about it. He might not let you, but I'll do my best."
Red faced, I still didn't know what to say, I stammered a few time and finally said, "I would love to spend some time with you...doing guy things"...
He looked me up and down and I am sure he eyed the bulge in my crotch. With that he walked back towards his bus. I waited for awhile and then went back to our bus and messed around outside for awhile until my hard-on deflated. Later after everybody went to bed I spent some time in the bathroom alone...
Chapter 4 –A step forward
The following day we drove to Hattiesburg and got set up. Before the show, Daddy called me over and asked me if I want to ride with Chris to Biloxi so that I could go with him to do an interview. He said, "It could help our career to be associated with a man as famous as Chris is".
I told him, "Well if you say so. Am I going to be interviewed too? Did he really say he wanted me to go"?
Daddy said, "That's what the man said...he asked me if you had every been introduced to the South Mississippi area and I told him none of us had. He said that it was the most important station on the coast and that he knew the owners and they would be happy if both of you showed up instead of just him".
So, I said, "Well if you say so I will go."
Daddy said, "He is leaving right after the show tonight and you can ride with him. It might do you good to get away from us for a few hours. Why don't you get some clothes together and take your suitcase over there right now so you don't hold him up after the show. Take your acoustic along also in case you get to do a song during the interview".
I was in fat city...I put some nice clothes in a bag and grabbed my guitar out of the basement locker and walked over to his coach and rapped on the door. He opened it up and told me to come aboard. He got his keys and took me out to his SUV and we stowed my things in the back. He quietly said, "The busses are going to convoy down to the auditorium tomorrow after lunch so we will have lots of free time to get to know one another. Have you made up your mind what you want to do?? You haven't gotten cold feet have you"?
I just shook my head no. I didn't even acknowledge that I knew what he was talking about. It was just something that I couldn't even talk about.
The music went especially well that night and we closed the show to a standing ovation...that was a first for me personally because I had not been a featured performer very long. It made me think of that Neil Diamond song, "I Am, I Said"...maybe we have arrived... But it was nothing compared to the anticipation that I felt about getting together alone with Chris.
After putting my guitars and other gear away in our bus, I strolled over to Chris's bus and he let me in. He was just about ready to go and gave some last minute instructions to his backup band. With that, we went out and my Daddy met us at Chris's car. He handed me some money for my room and meals and told Chris not to let me take advantage of him because I could pay my own way.
Chris said, "He won't take advantage of me because the radio station owner was footing the bills for the food and the motel. It is us who are going to take advantage of them".
We said goodbye and with that we were off on a great adventure. It was dark when we left and we hadn't gone a mile before Chris's hand was on my knee. I sort of recoiled. He said, "What is the matter are you goosey" I didn't really know what he meant by that and I said, "no, you just took me by surprise, that's all". But he didn't take his hand off my knee.
He squeezed my knee and slowly moved it towards my crotch. That stunned me. It was a sort of point of no return. I just ignored it until he had his fingers on my zipper tab. Working up my nerve, I unbuckled my belt and unbuttoned the top button of my jeans. He said,"Can I take that as permission"????
I knew I could have stopped it right there and we could just go on and do the interview as he told my Daddy we would do. When I didn't say anything, he slid my zipper down and spread open the fly of my jeans. He worked his fingers inside the flap of my Jockey shorts and asked if I always wore that kind. I told him, "I wear whatever my Daddy buys so I have never worn any other kind".
He said, "Why reach in the back seat and get that car blanket. Then you can take your pants and stuff off and cover up with that. There is a private rest area about half way to Gulfport and we will rest awhile there".
We were still inside the Hattiesburg city limits. I clasped my jeans shut and shyly knelt on the seat as I reached for the blanket. I covered my self with the blanket from the waist down and slid off my shoes, jeans and jockeys. That was really a point of no return unless we would have an accident or something. I sat there with a hard on and he grasped it under the blanket. I was completely covered up but as soon as we got beyond the street lights of Hattisburg the blanket on the floor and was caressing me from my chest to my knees. He said, "I wish this was my tongue instead of my hand...I'd give you a bath you would never forget".
I was as hard as I had ever been in my life. I was leaking like a fountain and his hand was soon shiny and wet. He put his finger tips in his mouth and licked the excess off. Then he put them to my lips and asked, "Have you ever tasted yourself?"
I stuck out my tongue and slowly licked them. I parted my lips and sucked his fingers into my mouth one by one. I slowly sucked each finger dry of any trace of moisture. He looked at me quizzically as if to say, "What is with this boy?"
I grasped his hand and held it to my cheek and continued lick it from the fingertips to his wrist....in the dark I reached over and lightly rubbed his cock through his levis.
He said, "Rest area, please come quickly"...
We probably travelled fifteen miles south and finally reached the rest area. At that time of the evening there were no other cars around and he pulled almost to the exit road leading back out to the highway and turned off the lights and engine. He pulled me to him and gently kissed me on the lips. I responded by trying to lower his zipper with one hand and rubbing his back with the other. He pushed my back up against the door and pivoted my legs and hips towards him...I put my feet up on the seat and spread my legs as far as they would go. He lowered his face into my crotch. He began licking from my inner thighs up to my naval. His tongue didn't miss a crack or a crevice. When he reached the tip of my cock he gently licked it and tongued the pre-cum off the head. Then he raised his head to meet mine and rubbed the pre-cum all over my lips. I stuck out my tongue and he licked a trail of it into my mouth. I sucked his tongue until there was no flavor left...
He then lowered his head again and took my cock into his mouth and began sucking in earnest. My legs ass writhed in pleasure as he hit all of the sensitive spots from the head to the root. Quickly I felt the pressure building as he worked the shaft in and out of his mouth. My hands were on his neck as I tried to thrust my cock as far into his mouth as possible. Within minutes I was at the peak and suddenly cum into his mouth. He continued until my pleasure subsided. We sat there in the dark not saying anything . I wanted to return the favor but was uncertain how to begin. When I tried to get his zipper undone he insisted that we wait until we could get settled in Biloxi. So, I opened the door and got out half naked and stood outside and pissed into the parking lot. Then I put on my pants and straightened my shirt. As he started the engine, I told him about my friend Bobby and how we had been together. He said that I had him wondering because I seemed so innocently receptive when we had talked in Baton Rouge.
We drove on down to Gulfport and hit the interstate over to Biloxi. They were building lots of Casino-hotels in the area and Chris said we had reservations in one on Back Bay across from Ocean Springs. We checked in and found that the radio station had arranged for a suite. The hotel gave us free passes to the casino and the buffet but they told me that I could pass through the casino to go directly to the buffet but I couldn't stop anywhere in between. They gave me directions to the kids computer game room so I would have something to do while Chris was occupied---but I had other games in mind.....
When we went up to the room I threw my stuff into my room and jumped up and down on the bed. In all my life I had never seen a room so plush and comfortable. Chris wanted to go eat so we went to the Buffet and I ate Crab for the first time in my life. Chris said, "Don't ever tell your Dad about this because he would think that you have started down the road to hell. This is just between us guys tonight".
I said, "If my Dad could see all of the things that I want to do tonight he would be absolutely sure where I was bound for".
After we ate, we went back to the suite and decided to take a shower. As we started to get undressed I made a strip tease out of it. I took off my shirt and twirled it around my head. As I took off each item I tossed them at him. He hesitated in getting undressed in order to watch. I turned my back and took off my jockeys held them in front of me like a shield. You couldn't see anything of my cock and balls, just some of the sparse pubic hair. I danced my way towards him bumping and grinding as I approached. The closer I got, I slowly lowered them until at last I allowed them to fall to the floor. He reached behind me and grabbed my buns and pulled my hard cock towards his face.
He kissed it and then stood and began undressing. I stepped back to watch. He unbuttoned his shirt . He was smooth and lean with just a sprinkling of hair around his nipples.....as I said earlier he was slim and boyishly built--not overly muscular but well developed. He sat down on the bed and took off his shoes and socks. As he stood, he unbuckled his belt and opened the fly of his tight jeans. He slid out of them and the bulge of his cock made fly of his boxers gape open. I could see a flash of his cock. Before he could lower them I pushed his hands away and said, "Allow me".
I sat on the bed with him facing me and slowly lowered them until the tip of his cock was exposed. I stuck out my tongue and licked it...I lowered them further and held them while he stepped out. There he stood in all his glory. He had just a moustache of hair above his cock and none at all on his balls. He obviously shaved them. They were drawn up tight against his shaft until they looked as if they were all one piece. I reached out my tongue and began licking them from the base upward towards the head. I covered each one with my lips and licked my way up the shaft and slowly worked his cock in and out of my lips drawing all the juicy nectar it contained. I savored it not letting go of his ass and slowly began pulling him in and out of my mouth until he began humping in and out on his own. When he was completely in he just touched the rear of my throat.
He whispered, "I'm getting close and picked up the pace"... "So good...so good... so good" ...and he filled my mouth with his cum.
After he rested a bit he said, "Off to the showers for you".
So I went into the bathroom and got in the shower. The suite had both a tub and a stall shower. I started the water running in the shower and it had nozzles everywhere. Jets of water came at you from every angle. After a few minutes Chris opened the shower door and asked, "Mind if I join you"?
He entered and reached out and pulled my body to him. He held me close and took the soap and began rubbing it all over my body. He lathered me up and then said, "Lets see how well these nozzles work." He angled one so that it sprayed the underside of the head of my cock. The feeling was tremendous. My cock recoiled from the sensation and Chris had me bend over and spread the cheeks of my ass. He angled another nozzle to spray the crack of my ass and the hole itself. When I had enough I took the hand-held wand and sprayed him the same way he had done me. Finally we were ready.
Chris grabbed one of the many thick towels and dried me from head to foot. Then he did himself. Back in his bedroom, he lay me on the bed on my back and had me spread my legs as high over my head as I could. He said, "Now I am going to make love to the parts I couldn't get reach in the car".
With that he began kissing the insides of my thighs down to the crack of my ass. He spread my cheeks apart and began licking the inside of my thighs down to my hole. Lubing my hole with spit, he inserted as much of his tongue as he could get in. It felt so good but was embarrassing at the same time. Nobody had ever touched my ass in any way before. I was fearful that he would want to fuck me. So I pushed him away from my ass towards my cock... he got the message. He tried to licked his way back up my cock and began sucking until I came a second time...another first.
As I said at the introduction, I would like to have constructive criticism and comments...at Daviddivers@ymail.com