Date: Sun, 1 Aug 1999 16:33:30 EDT
From: Begmealot@aol.com
Subject: adventures of tray and jay 12

"Adventures of Tray and Jay 12"

PART 12: THE CONCERT

There's this cool code among rockers who wait in line all night to get
tickets, I never knew because I never was one of them before but I fucking
love it!  They're the coolest.  You have your lawn chair like I did, or a
sleeping bag or buddy or more than one of the above, whatever, and you need
to take a piss or something and you just go and do it, and when you get
back nobody hassles you like anywhere else you might try it.  They all just
grin and put out their hands for a shake, or better yet their arms for a
hug, and your ass is back.

So it's 3a.m. and I'm having a blast with all these cute young alternative
boys, but my legs are jangling and I'm squeezing my balls and Chet, my best
buddy who's with me and my lawn chair, says go take a piss, man, so I say
okay, cool, and run across the street where there's a dark building, and I
kind of see this tall skinny man, 25 or so and hot-hot, from further back
in line than me, doing the same.

Anyway I go behind the dark place and whip it out before I pee my jeans and
it's coming on strong when I feel someone press up behind me and take my
cock from my hand and hold it like HE'S pissing!  I'm scared for a second
because I never heard the dude but his hand feels good down there, and he
didn't even pinch it off.  I went half-hard right off.

He breathes all soft on my neck and we stand there not talking except his
hard body language on my nice butt, and I hear that loud and clear!
Finally my wiz stops and dribbles and he shakes it off for me and turns me
to face him.  Oh, fuck, he IS hot!  I got light-headed and totally hard
with him in my face.

"Don't say nothing, dude," he says, and I can see he's scared but
determined as hell about something.  "I've never done nothing like this, I
swear, but someone gave me something called a lude and I can't stop myself,
I've been trying since I spotted you, boy, and I gotta do this now or I'll
scream!"

And the fucker went down on me!  Right there.  I fell back against the
brick wall and his head on my big dick went with me.  He was sucking and
groaning real soft and happy, and I didn't know what to do.  I mean I have
some respect but shit!  His mouth was too good to brush off, and all those
sexy studs in line had me worked up good, and he wanted me so bad...

"Hey, man, I'm getting close!" I whispered all hoarse, and he pulled my ass
close so I was all the way down his throat but I said to myself, no way,
this aint right, and pushed his forehead back hard and jacked my long
pecker all the way off over his face.  Yeah, boy, I covered his happy face
with my huge-ass load of spunk and he grunted loud each time it shot on
him!  His crazy face was grinning ear to ear with my jiz streaking all
over!

The dude's eyes were closed so I kneeled down to him and licked my stuff
off him, all of it, and it never tasted better.  He sounded like he was
going to come in his pants but when I was done licking he stood fast and
wiped his face dry on his T-shirt.

"Thanks, kid, I'm real sorry if I disgusted you but I had to see what it's
like, dick, I mean.  Thanks!"  And he took off before I could even thank
him!  I felt like a selfish shit, but I breathed in and out all deep and
relaxed inside and laughed and went back to Chet.

"Jesus, man, you took long enough!" Chet frowned.  "I guess you really had
to piss bad!"  I leaned close to his ear and whispered in it what just
happened, and Chet grabbed me all dramatic like he's going to collapse and
says, "NO WAY!  NO FUCKING WAY!"  And he looks around me at the dude who's
back in line and shrugs -- no shit.

So I say, "Go for it, Chet, boy!  Please?  I won't feel so bad if you do
it, too.  Besides, he never tasted dick til he swallowed mine whole."
Chet's mouth dropped.  "Yeah, he's that good!"  Chet considered and was
about to pass when I pushed him out in the street and told him to hurry up
and piss, real loud so the other dude could hear.  Chet swallowed hard and
jogged over to the dark place, with the dude close behind!  I think people
noticed but big deal.

I actually got a little jealous when they took longer than I did, but I
pictured my buddy getting it good against the wall and felt warm inside.
Plus my soft prick stiffened halfway again and about five minutes more
passed before Chet showed himself and walked back with his head down.
Someone whistled lewdly when the dude came out but he didn't give a fuck.

I tried like hell not to laugh, but it came out anyway in a snort and I had
something hanging out my nose then so Chet grins and turns red and goes,
almost so quiet in my ear that I can't hear, "Shit, Jay, why can't one of
these babes take me back there and suck me off and beg me to fuck her?
It's okay, though, I had a rubber, thank God!"  I was beside myself.  My
best straight buddy got sucked off by a strange man in an alley AND got to
fuck ass?  Well there was nothing to say, right, so I just shook my head
and wrapped my arm around the bastard's neck and rubbed my knuckles in his
soft fuzzy hair.

We stayed up all night talking to people, telling stupid jokes, but I
didn't see the dude follow anyone back over there, although a few guys went
to check it out, for sure.  Finally the line started moving, and a
half-hour later the word went out: SOLD OUT!  Fuck me!

"Jesus, man, are they kidding or what?" Chet asked with his hurt puppy dog
eyes looking to me to do something, but I'm no god.

"It's Pearl Jam, dude, what do you expect?"  But I was bummed more than
Chet.  The whole thing was my idea.

"Well, at least I got--"

"Oh, don't EVEN say it, dude!" I warned and made the mistake of trying to
tickle him, because Chet knows that's my weak point and he went for it
right there in front of everyone clearing out, he just stuck his hands up
my shirt and fucking tortured me with his soft fast hands until I doubled
over and begged for mercy.  We never saw the lude dude again.

So I ask around after that every damn place I go, "Hey, anyone got any
Pearl Jam tickets to sell?"  And everyone laughs, I swear, like it's a
joke.  I mean I asked everywhere, and finally when it's real close to
concert night I'm at a party and I can't take it any more and I just freak
and yell out at the top of my lungs, "OKAY WHO THE FUCK DO I HAVE TO BLOW
TO GET PEARL JAM TICKETS!"  Again the laughs.  Jay's such a crack- up!

But after a while this long blond-haired rocker boy makes eye contact and
raises his eyebrows and heads back to a bedroom, I guess, and he looks back
over his shoulder at me and bites his lip, and anyone who knows me knows
how that makes my dick hard!  All of him, I mean, especially his red lips
against his pale skin.

So I followed him into this dark room, and he closes the door and locks it
and I feel his heat as he moves up close to me and says, quiet but real
deep for such a soft boy, "How many you need?"

"What?"

"Tickets," he laughs.

"Oh.  Four?"

"Cool.  I'll let you have them for $75 a piece in consideration."  I
grunted okay but I was hot for something else right then.  And remember,
it's dark as hell in there, and when we say nothing for a few seconds, he
says, "Well?"

"Oh.  Yeah."  I hit my knees hard and slid my hands up his long hard legs
and smelled leather on him.  Shit, I was aching in my tight pants.  I felt
his bone start about halfway up his leg and gasped, I did I mean, it was so
long and fun to play with through his jeans, then I popped open his
button-flys and pushed up his T-shirt and licked his fuzzy belly.

"I'm Jeremy," he groaned and dropped his pants.  He had no underwear!  The
smell of leather made me crazy!

"Jay," I managed between licks and sniffs and dove into his loose spunky
balls.  That made him grab my head to stay on his feet, and I felt him
shiver all over.  Jeremy smelled and tasted like he'd been busy all day and
probably was dancing earlier at the party.  Nothing works a man up like
dancing!  He was in his early 20s and wasn't in a hurry like most kids in
their teens.  Some one tried the door and I jumped, but it was locked and
Jeremy just worked his big old cock in my mouth like...

"Oh, yeah, Jay, that's what I like!  Girls don't know how to suck cock.  I
was hoping you weren't joking when you ... made your offer out there.  Yeah,
dude, suck my long cock.  Can you take all of it?"  MM-HM!  "Oh, cool!
Fuck!  Oh my God, you can!"  He went wild, bucking his hips and thrusting
his beauty in and out of my mouth.  I would have done this for free!  Shit,
does that make me a whore?  "Ohhhhh, Jay, you're totally great, dude!  No
girl ever took all of me!  Do it, Jay, do it!  Make me come, dude--"

He ripped his cock out of my mouth and blasted it in the dark all over my
sweaty face and shirt and I was pelted by his thick fucking cream
everywhere, and he's going, "Uh, uh, uh, UHHHHHHHHHHNG!"  And then he
staggered and put his hand on my head for balance and breathed hard until
he had his breath back.  "WHEW!"

I heard him step back and pull up his pants and put it all away, and I
cleared my throat and said, "Thanks, Jeremy."

He chuckled and said, "Here," and he found my hand and put what felt like
tickets in it.  "You're one hot little mother, Jay.  I mean it."  He opened
the door a crack.

"Hey," I whispered and made him pause.  "I would have done that for free,
Jeremy."

"I know."  He stepped into the hall.  "But that would have been robbery,
and I aint no robber."  He walked away, and I realized I hadn't even paid
him!  He was gone.

He left the door open, so I stood shakily and crossed the hall to the
bathroom and closed the door and turned on the light and, oh shit, I had
Jeremy's come all over my face and clothes!  I stared at myself in the
mirror and wiped his jiz on my hands and sniffed it.  The smell was rich
and intoxicating but I turned on the water and washed it all off my skin
and used toilet paper for the rest, but there were blotches all over my
shirt!  Fuck it!

I went back to the party and looked at my tickets, and they were floors!
All four of them!  I wondered if Jeremy made a mistake but decided it was
his fault if he did, and besides, he was paid well!  I found the dance and
got right into it, and there was Jeremy working up another sweat and going
after some chick with huge tits.  Something told me she was going to get
the screw of her life tonight!

Well, I told Chet the next day, and Tray, and suggested he ask his new
boyfriend -- that's right, BOYFRIEND -- to come along, no pun intended.
Tray looked surprised.

"You'd do that, little bro?" he asked, and it fucking pissed me off good.
I was going to shove him, but I just frowned and turned hot and red all
over.

"I told you I love you, big bro, didn't I?"  He put his hands on my
shoulders and leaned close and kissed me on the forehead and was going to
pull away but he saw the disappointment on my 15-year-old face and kissed
me right, I mean on the lips.  Nobody kisses like my brother.  I slipped
him my tongue and tasted his hot older mouth, and he liked it, I know he
did because he pressed up to me and we felt each other's boners fighting
down there.  But he grumbled and pulled away, and we didn't say anything
more about it.  It wasn't fair.

Tray and Adam picked Chet and me up plenty early, and when we got to the
arena it was a damn zoo!  People everywhere, mostly boys.  Adam and me
headed to the boys' room and waited in line, and as luck would have it we
landed urinals next to each other.  The place was thick with smoke, all
kinds.  I wasn't very subtle checking out Adam's equipment, and he noticed
but was real nervous.  Still he didn't put it away when his piss stopped,
and he had a very nice straight long piece that wasn't even really hard
yet.

"What's that smell?" he asked me, and the dude the other side of him
laughed.  Adam blushed and stuffed himself back in his cords, which we all
know are lousy for hiding a boner or even half a one!  Right on!

We found Tray and Chet in line for T-shirts, and Adam followed our lead
reluctantly as we all stripped our shirts off and tossed them, so everyone
else did, too.  That was something to see, I swear.  Rockers are
outrageous, their bods I mean.  So we got our new shirts and tucked them in
our pants around our wastes, and Adam was so damn cute trying his best to
be cool.  The boy was beautiful, I had to give him that.  But a fucking
church kid, even if he was Tray's age?

In the arena itself the sight defied belief.  Thousands of wild young
rockers all together under the same roof for one thing, to party like
animals with the hottest band on Earth, PEARL JAM!  RAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!  I
really did it, and the others were freaked.  We got close to the stage
because nobody cares if you press against them or squeeze past, hell, they
all did it already.

The sights were unbelievable and people were going nuts.  Pot was all over
the air, and again Adam wrinkled his nose and said, "What IS that reek?"
Chet and me looked at each other and lost it.

"B.O!" I yelled, and Tray covered his face to hide his smile but it didn't
work.

"It's weed, Adam," Tray tried to explain, but the poor kid was lost.
"Marijuana?"  The light went on in Adam's eyes, he was precious, I swear.
I guess I could see what Tray saw in him, sort of.  Pretty to look at, at
least, but what the hell could he possibly do in bed except lay on his
stomach and shut up?

"Do they allow that here?" Adam asks totally serious.

"See that guy there, and the one over there?" Tray asked, pointing subtly
at funky nervous dudes with poor dressing habits.  Uh-huh, goes Adam's
head.  "Those are narcs.  Cops."

We all scammed on hot boys, their skin and hair sweaty already from the
mass of excited bodies, and even Chet and Adam got into it.  I guess it
must be hard as hell to be 15 and straight and sexy as hell but lousy at
the politics of picking up on people, especially chicks.  They're tough, I
know because I used all my charms before Tray took me under his wing, so to
speak, and taught me right.  I know I could nail them now, but fuck that!
Poor Chet was stuck on them for real, but he was still a horny little shit
and his little head always won out over his big one.  Come to think of it,
they were both big!

When the band took the stage, the place exploded and all at once every body
on the floor pressed forward as one, mob rule, and we were crushed and
forced with the flow.  I put my arm around Chet's waist so as not to lose
him, and he looked at me gratefully.  I think he was scared, but I was
pumped and ready to party.  Tray yelled like a madman, and Adam looked up
to him wide-eyed.

Yeah, I know that feeling.  I worked my hand up and messed Adam's hair, and
he grinned like a, well, a bible boy!  Suddenly I wanted to go down on
him, but Pearl Jam broke into an odd opener, "Jeremy," and I wondered where
HE was!

My crotch ground against the narrow butt of a boy my age in front of me,
and I swear he pushed back at me.  After a few songs I was dripping good
and the boy reached back, it could have been an accident, I'll never
know, and his hand wrapped around my stiffy and squeezed hard, and it was
enough to send me off in my pants so when he let go I shoved it into him
and grabbed his hips until I was empty and blown away!

They were all like that, nobody gave a fuck whose hard body rubbed or even
copped off on them because they were all in the same boat and the music and
the band, fucking Eddie Vedder, right there for God's sake, made them all
sexual lunatics.  The show went on and on, Pearl Jam gives you your money's
worth, especially mine.

I saw Tray take Adam and move the sweaty shirtless kid in front of him and
wrap his strong arms around Adam's glistening chest and hold on tight, and
nobody gave a flying fuck so I did the same to Chet.  Well, Adam and Chet
minded, but there wasn't much to do about it because us brothers were
beyond all that.

The concert ended, of course, after many encores, and we shuffled panting
and soaked in sweat, ours and everyone else's, to the Jeep.  Nobody could
stop talking the whole way back to Tray's, where we all went in and crashed
in the living room.  Tray and Adam took the couch, and Chet and me
stretched out on our backs on the floor, our hands over our heads.

I scoped out Chet's hot thick dark pits, still wet from his exertion, and
forced myself up to go in the kitchen for beers.  I heard Adam say, "So you
guys don't do ... weed?"

"Uh-uh," Tray answered for us, because he knew.

"But we like a frosty brew now and then!" I said when I got back and tossed
one to Tray, then another.  He handed one to Adam, who stared at it and
twisted the cap off.  He sniffed it and swallowed some and made a classic
face!  The rest of us broke up.

"Sorry," he said sadly, so Tray stuck his tongue in the boy's ear and you
should have seen that kid's eyes roll up in his soft blond head.  Chet
chugged his beer but noticed the budding action on the couch and looked at
me.  I raised my eyebrows, and he bit his lip.  End of conversation.

Chet nearly dropped his bottle when my hand shot to his crotch and took his
hot relaxed thing in its natural state.  He put the bottle away and stroked
my chest and before I knew it he was on top of me and our mouths were
pressed together with our warm bodies.

"OH, WOW!" I heard Adam groan, and I caught sight of him staring at Chet
and me humping on the floor.  I whispered in Chet's ear and he made an evil
sound in his throat, and we stopped and moved over to the couch.  Chet
crawled between Tray's legs, and I took Adam, for real.

"Hey, wait a minute!" went Tray but there was no fucking way.  I already
had Adam's fully hard dick out and in my hands and was kissing his golden
belly while Chet struggled to get Tray out.  Finally Tray did it for him,
and the rest came easy for my best buddy.

I was kind of surprised to see Chet go down on my big brother so fast, but
I guess it's true what they say, a hard-on has no conscience!  Tray was
really blown away.  I never told him about our little experience with
homework that day, and this was one wild way to find out.  Chet's eyes were
closed, and he held my brother at the base of his cock and went up and down
slowly, someone taught that boy good.

When Tray said, "I'm gonna squirt!" a couple of minutes later, Adam leaned
over and roughly pushed Chet's head off the big swollen prick it was on and
took Tray in his own eager little mouth just in time for a total spaz off
by Tray, who knew his lover's mouth when he felt it and shoved Adam's head
all the way down.

So while they settled down I grabbed Chet and forced his head down on my
pole and fucked his face until I blew in him, and he choked good but took
it all and made sure I stayed hard by working my shaft over with his
boiling tongue and hard lips.

"Come here, boy, that was really beautiful what you did for me," Tray said
to Seth, who blushed and went to my brother shyly.  "Jay didn't tell me."

"He's just a horny straight boy," I butted in.

"Maybe I'm bi, I don't know," Chet said, and I gaped.  "What can I say."
Jesus, score one for Tray!

Anyway, we switched off, and I had my hands all over Adam.  I pulled him
down to the floor and took off his clothes fast and made myself comfortable
between his legs, where he was all hot and bothered and leaking.  I
tortured his nuts while he played with my hair and made very sacrilegious
noises, and I know when a dude is ready so I climbed up and lifted his cock
with my hand and went down on him as he gushed off for a full minute.

I heard Chet getting into it and Adam and me watched Tray on his knees bob
his head up and down over Chet's hot penis as Chet stood before my brother
and his knees buckled under the strain of one of Tray's talented fellatios.
Chet winced and his arms went back but Tray held onto his firm white cheeks
as my best buddy ejaculated, and ejaculated, and ejaculated...

"Enough already!" I shouted.  Adam laughed comfortably then, and our eyes
met.  We came to some understanding right there, I guess it was just that
we both loved the same man different ways, and it was cool.  I kissed Adam
on the lips softly, and he gave me his tongue!  The little devil!

"Yeah, enough already!" went Tray, and Adam and me laughed again with our
mouths together, only we didn't stop so fast.

"Can I fuck you, Adam?" I asked loud so everyone could hear.  He nodded and
looked to Tray at the same time, but hell, Tray would love to see his lover
take it up the ass!  Tray even went to the bedroom to get a box of rubbers
which he dropped on the coffee table.

Tray and Chet were in each other's arms necking something fierce on the
couch when Adam and me lay side-by-side on the floor and explored our
teenage bodies.  He was real curious, with my pits, my lips, my nipples, my
pubes, everything!  He likes boys, I could tell.  Cool!  I let him go for
it and just ran my hands over his soft skin and beautiful short blond hair,
and he kissed and played with me until I was rock hard and throbbing.

Tray, I saw, was letting Chet roll a rubber over my bro's 7" rod, and right
when Chet was ready to get in position, Tray took his head and guided it
down over that long gloved shaft.  It really got Chet horny then, he never
imagined sucking a guy with a rubber on!

I eased Adam onto his back and slid between his willing legs and put my own
rubber on, then shoved Adam's knees to his ears and ate his moist, sweaty
butthole good, slicking it up with my spit and fingering him gently til I
knew Tray taught him what he needed to know.  I didn't say a word, I just
climbed on top and pushed my dick into Adam patiently and then lost it!

Tray's humping my best buddy, who's on his knees on the floor, while I'm
totally buttfucking my big brother Tray's boyfriend, who's on his back and
panting like a good old faggot, and both at the same time they start to
begging us not to stop, it's SO hot!

"Fuck me harder than your little brother did, Tray!" Chet teases him.

"Oh, Lord, you brothers are evil!" Adam hisses at me and grabs my ass
cheeks so his nails dig in.  "You stop fucking me and I'll kill you, Jay!"

Like that.  Well, Tray was dripping sweat all over the place when I looked
again, and I was going to have a heart attack if I didn't shoot soon, so
our eyes met and he leered at me and we both went into overdrive and
spewed.  Tray impaled Chet and left his cock all the way up that tight
straight or bi or whatever ass, and Chet stroked off onto the floor.  I
leaned all the way into Adam and I saw the look of wonder on his eyes as I
grew in him but everything else went fuzzy except for his cock spraying
sheets of come over his chest.

We all ended up in a heap on the floor, panting and shining with sweat and
letting our hands go everywhere.  The rest of the night was an orgy, in
pairs sometimes or all together, napping in between but never ending til
the sun came up.  Thank God nobody had to go to work.

I woke up in bed with Tray and he was still asleep so I crawled under the
covers and found his familiar brotherly penis right where it belonged,
except it wasn't in my mouth.  I fixed that.  He was hard as hell in no
time.  By the time Tray woke up, it was too late.  I had another load of
big brother's sperm in me, and I heard him say all groggy but pleased, "I
really do love you, Jay."  Mm-hm.

In the living room we could hear a scuffle, and Adam was saying, "Relax,
man, or it'll hurt!  Either way you're getting it!"

"You think so," growled Chet, but it wasn't a question.  Oh, shit!

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