Date: Thu, 12 Mar 2015 06:55:07 +1100
From: maxwell dowling <maxieplus@hotmail.com>
Subject: Ask Me 37

Ask Me 37


Waking the next morning I couldn't move because Con had wrapped himself
around me. It was hard to work out where everything was so I started with
his big arms.

"Nooo," he moaned.

"I have to get ready for work Con."

"Nooo, stay here with me."

"I can't Con, we have a deal; I go to work and you record."

"Noo, stay Brenty, I will get lonely."

He took my hand and placed it on his very rigid cock. It only took me half
a heartbeat to begin to wash it for him, maybe that will settle him down.

I finally broke free when he decided to take a piss. I showered and
dressed, coffee was on my menu and the knock at the door wasn't long after
I had taken my first sip.

The boys had one with me as Conner was looking for his backpack.

"It's on the balcony where you left it Conner."

"Oh, thanks." He winked at me.



He had coffee with us and we talked a bit about his day. He would be home
early but had to go to the casino tonight and walk through the show with
the stage director. It wouldn't take long and we could go out for dinner
afterwards. There were plenty of restaurants around this area. I drove into
the airport with the boys; no way we would take both cars, it's not
practical.

The food was delivered and a couple of miners that worked at the Argyle
diamond mine were going back after a week off work. They were really blokey
but quite nice to us, it's a different world at the mines, Australia has a
big mining industry and there's so much money to be made. These guys were
on some phenomenal wages that allowed them to travel all over the place on
their weeks off, mainly they were telling me they just went to Bali. This
time they had to be in Sydney to finalize some property deal they were
working on. I told them about my shares and how they were being very good
to me. They said if I wanted to invest in their little venture they would
email the details within the next few weeks. They said they were confident
they could find diamonds on the land they had bought. It might just take a
few years to get there.

I thought about it long and hard and decided to invest when they sent me
the prospectus.



When I got in that night Con was waiting, so I quickly showered and
dressed, we picked up everyone and headed for a restaurant Jill put us on
to. Well it was an eatery and very crowded so I guess the food is good. We
were shown to a table up the back, menus were handed out and drinks were
ordered, I noticed Con only ordered a glass of water.

The table of rowdy blokes next to us put a damper on our night. They were
regulars apparently and the hostess was reluctant to move us so we decided
to just pay our bill and leave. The manager was called and apologized for
their behavior and he tried to quiet them down which worked for a half
hour. Our meals arrived and Con went to the toilet. On his way back one of
the boofheads put his foot out and tripped him up saying something that
sounded like,

"Oops, sorry poof."

I shot up and helped Con get to his feet. His cap had fallen off and his
long black hair now covered his face. The boofhead stood up and started
verbally abusing him for getting in his way as one of his mates grabbed him
and said,

"Doug, that's Rick Conners you just tripped up man, leave it alone."

I don't for the life of me know what happened next but the guy was flying
through the air like a dart and he landed on our table sending our food
flying all over the place. Grant was furious and if looks could kill, I'm
sure the guy got his point.

"Touch my boss again and your dead meat cunt!"

The manager and a bouncer came running and the guy's friends were helping
him off the table. He looked a little stunned and I held Conner behind me
as he was ready to have a go if it escalated, but Adam was in control, he
talked to the manager and said,

"Let's go guys we can eat elsewhere. The cliental here is not up to our
standards and neither is the management. He still wants us to pay the
bill," he laughed.

Grant then leaned over and said,

"Put it all on your friend's bill mate. You had Rick Conners in here
tonight and you just fucked up badly."



We walked out onto the street and when we were all together, Grant pointed
to a people mover that was hurling up the street.

"Your carriage awaits you sirs."

We ended up at a small restaurant up a back street, no diners and plenty of
service. The manager knew who we were and he has tickets to the opening
concert. The food was delicious and Con signed his wall with a felt pen.

"Are you okay Con?" I whispered into his ear.

"Yeah Brent, just winded me that's all, what a fuck up. I must tell Jill to
recommend somewhere less popular next time, you okay?"

"Sure Con, I was just a bit worried about you that's all," I replied.

My heart had settled down and, surprisingly, Grant sat on the other side of
me and held my hand. I'm not that delicate but it was reassuring to know he
was thinking of me; my down there region was tingling too.



We had a glass of wine each on the balcony and just watched the moon, Con
only had a few sips of his and I was pleased he was doing that. Only time
will tell.



Flying to Cairns the next day included a very busty pop star. I offered her
Perrier water but she declined and had coffee instead. As the flight
settled in her mouth got dirtier.



She was telling one of her minders off for being a fucking idiot at the gig
she did Saturday night. I felt so sorry for the guy. Her tits were bouncing
all over the place, because she wasn't wearing a bra, and no makeup. She
could pass as a cheap hooker looking the way she did.



I was getting lunch when Phil appeared and he told me the guy she was
screaming at was her husband. "WTF?" He took his and Dave's lunch and
added, if I need a hand to quieten her down, to just call him. She wasn't
drinking so I suspected something else was making her edgy.



Oh well, horses for courses, she was pleasant to me and the crew but she
was as mad as hell at her husband. Why the fuck did she marry him in the
first place if she's going to put him down all the time? Beats me.



We landed to a perfectly beautiful day, it was magic. I said my goodbyes to
Miss Perrier water and her boys, then walked over to the terminal as I
thought I might buy Con a trinket or two.

Well there's not much here but I did manage to get him a paperweight with a
starfish in it. He can use it when he's at the office signing his
paperwork.

My phone rang and it was Dave.

"Brent, come to the plane a.s.a.p. we have to get back to Sydney."

'What now,' I said to myself as I started to half run back to the plane.

"What's happening Dave?"

"Don't really know Brent, Helen just rang and said to get our asses back to
Sydney a.s.a.p. Lucky it's not busy here, we were granted an early take off
time slot so buckle up."

All sorts of things were going through my mind, was Conner okay? I better
start doing something so I opened my Ipad and sent off a message to Helen
and then Conner.

I checked every fifteen minutes but no answer until just before we landed
and it was from Helen.

'Brent you are needed at the apartment a.s.a.p.' was all I got, I showed
Phil and he was as confused as me.

We bedded the jet down and Dave drove like a madman to Bondi.

They were on the ground floor so they left me to go on alone, which I
thought strange. I opened the front door and there was Conner sitting at a
beautifully decked out table on the balcony of course, he was horned up and
nude.

"What's the matter?"

"Nothing baby, I just didn't want our seafood to go off that's all," he
explained, I slumped.

"Fuck! I didn't know what happened, so all's okay?"

"Yes baby, get undressed and join me, your lunch is getting cold," he
invited me with a fucking smirk.

Then added,

"I missed you."

I smirked.



This is no ordinary life I lead. Nothing is too much for Conner so he
always gets his way and I guess I just go along with it. I was thinking
this as he bent me over the table and fucked me unashamedly, putting a
small parcel under my nose and saying in between his thrusts,

"You didn't think I would spend our anniversary luncheon alone did you?
Well it isn't going to happen baby. This is your Sydney stone." He pushed
three times harder and then started to make his descent back to earth.

We spent the rest of the day trying to work ourselves up again and just
before we were expected at Jill's, Conner was bent over the same table
while opening his paperweight.

"Happy fucking anniversary Conner, oh God, oh no, here it comes."



Luke was all over us. Conner had told him about Teddy and he wanted to meet
him. Like within the next half hour, but we reassured him Ted would come up
and have a sleepover with him within a fortnight. He wanted Con to ring him
to make sure he could come so he did. After I got off the phone to Ted I
passed it on to Luke who talked all sorts of kids stuff for the next half
hour. They were the best of buds by the time he hung up. Dinner was perfect
and Jill and Con sat and went over some media she had set up for before the
shows started. Conner had produced a CD and Sarah put it on. It was a demo
of some of the songs he was working on. We listened to the five songs in
silence and they were so beautiful I nearly cried. I detected the melody in
one was the song he had written for Di and Marty's little one, but he had
written new words for it.

"They aren't finished yet, these are just demos."

"They're beautiful," Jill said and we all agreed, even Luke.

Conner put him to bed and read him a story and he was asleep within
minutes.



"Conner you have to be available this Tuesday morning for the Grammys. You
have been nominated four times so I have booked studio and satellite
time. They want you to be live if you win anything, which you will."

"Okay, I'd better write another speech," he said with a laugh.

"The Grammys, Con, have you ever been to them?" I was amazed at his calm
response.

"Of course baby, I've won nine so far, they're in those boxes at the bottom
of the laundry cupboard."

"What? You have them in a cupboard, why not on display?"

"No baby, too in your face. Think about it, there are no gold records or
memorabilia around the house. I put all of it in storage. It can clutter up
your life if you let it. But I thought the Grammy awards looked cool so I
was going to have a shelf built for them but I haven't got around to it
yet."

"Oh," was all I could say.

"If it wasn't for my Sydney shows I would have flown over for them and
showed you off but maybe next year." He winked.

"Well you have to be in the studio by seven thirty Con. They will be in
touch with Marty beforehand with the times."

"Anything else Jill or is that it?"

"Well there is something Marty was excited about and I was waiting for him
to talk to you but I can't resist letting the cat out of the bag. How do
you feel about acting?"

"What acting? I'm no actor."

"You could have fooled me this afternoon Con, or were you seriously
moaning?" I asked.

"Brent what a thing to say, of course I was acting, you really didn't think
I was enjoying myself did you?"

I laughed.

"What's it all about Jill?" Con went on.

"A big studio want's you to fly to the Gold Coast and do some screen tests
for an upcoming movie. It's a small part but they want you and they
suggested it could lead to bigger things." She wiggled her eyebrows. I am
jealous of people that can do that, I have tried but it doesn't look right
on me.



"When do they want me?"

"Two weeks time, will you agree to it or will I fob them off?"

"Nah, I'll do it, what harm could it do and I get to go to Movie World with
my baby while we are there." He took my hand.



"Sounds good to me Conner, I will get Marty to set it up then."

We kissed our lovely hostesses and went upstairs. I immediately switched my
Ipad to movie and got him to do some acting things but he wouldn't get
serious and kept flashing his dick which I took heaps of footage of. We
snuggled in for the night and I spooned him while holding him so tightly,
my very own rock star and movie star, I hope he can act, this is a whole
new world for him, and me.



I flew with my boys the next day and Con went off to the studio then the
casino. Opening night was a week away and he had to rehearse, basically the
show will be the same as Melbourne's but he changed the sequence of some
songs to break it up a little. Marty had negotiated three days off for him
to fly to the coast so he could do his acting thing.



Adam had called me and told me the parent's interview had been canned. It
wasn't very good and the producer wasn't happy because they wasted their
time. I have to do something about them but will think on it later, but
maybe I won't.



Tuesday morning rolled around and Conner and I were driven to a studio in
the city where we watched a live telecast of the Grammys. He won three and
his acceptance speeches for each one were wonderful. He was on a high and
wanted to celebrate but Marty had other ideas. He sat Conner in a private
room then the phone calls started. Every journo, radio station and
television channel wanted an interview so it was set up there and continued
throughout the day. He was looking a little under the weather by five so I
called time out.

"What?" Marty turned and said.

"You heard me, time out; he needs to rest for an hour or so. We have all
been at it since eight this morning so time out for food and drinks." I
casually looked at Conner who was smirking.

"Okay guys, take a break for an hour," Marty told the film crew then got
the studio to hold all calls.

"Thanks baby, I was hoping you would do that soon," Con whispered.

"Well I need you to look your best for the cameras Con. Can't have you
being filmed with bags under your eyes now can we?"

"I guess not Brent." He immediately looked into a mirror.

"Actually Brent we have only one more to do for Rolling Stone. They want to
put Conner on the cover, leave it to me for a minute," Marty said.



When he returned he said he had put them off until tomorrow. They will be
at his rehearsal and they want to film him getting ready for the show,
which I thought was a good idea.  We could all wrap it up and go home. I
think Marty wanted to get out too; he had called Di several times during
the day, I guess he missed her.



Con and I were transported home to our wonderful apartment where I
proceeded to undress him and ultimately if I'm lucky, make love to him. I
found a frozen pizza in the freezer and began warming it up. Normally I
don't like this kind of food but we were both too stuffed to even
contemplate going out, and John and Ray were in Melbourne, so we couldn't
bludge a meal off them.



I stroked Con's neck and legs and his head flopped back giving me a better
go at it, his hair was pulled back into a tie and my right hand went from
his thigh to his balls to his six pack to his nipples where it stayed; his
pecks filling my palm, he moaned, no, he snored.

Ding went the oven so I reluctantly went to the kitchen and got the pizza
sorted.

I put the plate on the coffee table and shook Con's shoulder, he woke and
we ate in silence.



After our meal he took my hand and we crawled into bed. He looked into my
eyes then went to sleep. I of course had risen for the challenge and
couldn't get to sleep so I took myself in hand and moved down to nuzzle
Con's pubes. I came quite quickly, drying myself with my discarded
T-shirt. I snuggled in and closed my eyes.

"Pervert," I heard Con whisper.

My embarrassment, thank God, couldn't be seen in the dark; however Conner's
stifled giggling could be heard. I turned over on my side and his arm came
across me and his hand held mine, his hips moved back and forth, then he
snored lightly.



The Star Casino pulled out all stops after the huge success of Conner's
Melbourne shows and on the massive worldwide publicity of his wins; Sydney
was going to go one better. They had talked Marty into allowing two of
Conner's shows to be beamed to three huge screens that were to be set up in
Domain Park. The general public could see the shows for free and there
would be charity collectors from the Cancer Council, Beyond Blue and my
charity walking through the park and patrons would be encouraged to
donate. I thought it was a great idea, Beyond Blue is a charity dealing
with depression in men and it's more prevalent than we realize.

Conner was okay with it and he immediately started off the fund with ten
thousand dollars in each charity box and I matched it immediately, I could
afford it. I don't do anything much with my money; I only buy food and the
occasional meal out. My shares had soared but I hardly looked at them
now. To me they were just numbers on my computer and I didn't need it but
it felt good, if I ever do need money then it was there. My personal
account just kept building; the royalties from our song were still going in
along with my wages. I sometimes wished I could buy Conner the moon but he
didn't need it. A two-dollar carved sun was his world and it came to Sydney
with us and was immediately placed, opposite our bed, on the wall.



Opening night was a blast. There were huge spotlights lighting up the sky
and a red carpet laid for special guests as well as a string quartet
playing in the lavish foyer. We were all dressed up to the nines, Di looked
stunning as usual and so did Sarah, Marty came with us but would leave to
go and annoy Conner after we got settled. His arms never left Di's waist as
he hugged her to himself. They were so in love and I was very happy Pat
wasn't around, as there would be no peace and quiet in their lives. I know
I shouldn't be thinking bad things about the dead, but this was Pat, no big
deal dishing her.

As Di passed me in the foyer I remarked,

"Di, you look absolutely stunning but you'd better do something about that
excess make up you've got on your back, maybe wipe some off?"

She looked at me in horror then grabbed Sarah's hand and they headed for
the ladies' bathroom. I chuckled to myself, 'I'm back!'



I think I skipped to our seats leaving the girls to it. Rob was already
there. It was good to see him and after the pleasantries were over we
reminisced about the first concert we had gone to.

"I had a boner all night Brent, he is a god on stage, but I'm glad you got
him, I couldn't live without Adam now. He's a wonderful guy, thank you." He
kissed my cheek.

"You did all that yourself Rob, I was already hopelessly in love with
Conner, although maybe it could have gone either way. I'm just sorry he has
to go through my meltdowns, but they are getting better."

'Well you have every reason to feel the way you do Brent. No one goes
through the shit you did and comes out the other end unscathed. I thought I
had lost you that day we met in the city, you were almost dead and I didn't
know what to do for you, thank God Conner did." He held my hand and I
lifted it and kissed his.



A very flustered Di arrived and she thumped my arm.

"Ow!"

"That's for being a prick," she huffed.

"You look better Di," I said smiling.

"Robert, where's Adam?" she asked.

"Umm he's with Conner but he will be out to watch the second half."

"Good." She looked at me.

"I need his advice on something."

I screamed.

"Please don't cut off my Botox Di, please I need it."



The lights went down and the noise was deafening as Rick appeared by a
floor lift. He settled the crowd down and gave a heart warming speech about
the charity collections that were dotted throughout the venue and outside
in the park. This would be the first concert to be beamed to thousands of
fans in the park, after his speech the music started.

"And if you don't like me then just tell me, bring it on."



Conner rocked his way through his first hit and of course it was hard to
hear him above the screaming crowd. Rob and I looked at each other and in
reflection we had been here many times before but we both still get a big
buzz out of this song. I couldn't stop smiling at my man, he was awesome on
stage and I just wanted to run up there and eat him, well hold him at
least.

The show was turning out to be a complete success and the crowd was now
totally in Conner's hands.

There is something about the Sydney crowds, they are more outspoken than
some Australian cities and they totally merged with the show.

When Con got to the spot where he does three of his slow hits, he once
again quieted the crowd down. He said he was featuring a song he had only
sung once and had never recorded but he thought tonight was appropriate to
give it it's second outing, he said he also wrote it for someone he loved
deeply and my heart soared.



The music started and while he sat at the mike he sang our song and looked
at me. It was a beautiful ballad full of love and deep affection for his
lover then, 'Ask Me,' soared throughout the venue and lovers held each
other and kissed, I wanted so badly to hold him.

'Us,' was next and the third was, 'I'll wait for your return.'

Three gorgeous songs followed by another rocking one and then interval.

I couldn't wait to get back stage. I almost fell on the stairs and barged
into his dressing room. I took a deep breath as Conner turned around to see
who was there. One, two, three steps and he was in my arms, my mouth on his
and I was holding onto him for dear life, he does it for me.

"Wow."

"Wow yourself."

"What brought that on?"

"What do you think?"

"You wanna go home?"

"You have a show to do."

"I'll finish it tomorrow."

"No, I want more."

"You didn't mind that I used your song?"

"Not in the least, you should record it."

"I might." He smiled.

"And I get all the royalties seeing that it's mine?"

"You sure do baby."

"Well maybe only half."

"Maybe just for your charity?"

"Good thinking."

"Kiss me again."

"Oh yes."



I took him again and gave him a master blaster of a kiss and my knees
trembled, it was only broken when Marty asked,

"You two finished yet?"

I hadn't seen them, Marty, Jill and Adam, they were sitting around the room
with big grins on their faces, thank god no one else was there but I hope
they weren't too disappointed we didn't do a full on show for them.

"Get lost guys," Con said.

They laughed and Adam said,

"You've got fifteen minutes." Then they left.

Conner had my fly down within five seconds and was on his knees before I
had my now rock hard dick out. It was in his mouth instantly and he deep
throated me to a blasting orgasm. We didn't have time for pleasantries so I
obliged him with a gob job of my own. He was very hard and I thought I
might have trouble getting him there but again he surprised me and within
minutes he fed his spunk to me.



We cleaned ourselves up just in time for Marty's knock on the door. He had
two minutes to get on stage. Giving me a crazy wave he took off to take his
place among some of his dancers. The production reminded me of Las
Vegas. There were feathers and rhinestones all over the stage.

Clearly the crowd in the park were having a great time because we raised an
enormous amount of money. It was an alcohol free night so no fights or
dramas were reported.

Conner and I left the after party early citing a private gig to attend. I
thoroughly enjoyed his concert when his lips played with my mouth before
turning off the lights: it let the full moon shine through the room,
throwing shadows across the walls.

We played the game even whilst we slept. I would turn him on his side and
snuggle up to him then be aware he was doing the same to me. When I fully
woke he was kneeling on the bed looking into my eyes and smiling, he kissed
my nose and said,

"I love you so much."

I nodded that my love was mutual then kissed him.



Breakfast was held in Phil and Dave's room. They had set up a table on the
balcony. Dave's a great cook and they were raving about last night's
concert. Today we are all going to go down to the beach. It's a beautiful
day and Con doesn't have to be at the venue until six. Phil and I were
talking about the show and Conner was ringing Jen to find out how little
Conner was. He was talking for ages, I guess he can't wait until he starts
talking.



Next he organized with Nan for next weekend's visit for her and Teddy. They
would fly back Friday with us and stay a few days. Tan and Tom were going
to be a problem but I was confident Tom would come up. They could each have
a bedroom and Nan can take an empty apartment. I think Luke will collar
Teddy to stay with him and Jill and Sarah have no problem with him
staying. Jen, Bob and Conner wouldn't make it this time and Con was
disappointed, but we promised to catch up soon.



As it turned out Tom rang me that night. I asked if he wanted to come and
promised he won't have any trouble with Tan. He was still very apprehensive
but agreed to come. The Saturday matinee was mainly for the younger
fans. Conner toned it down a bit, sort of made it teenager friendly but it
sounded good and of course it sold out. It's the second one to be beamed
into the park. Packing a picnic lunch and our towels, we picked Luke up and
headed for the sandy beach. Adam and Rob met us there poor Rob has to fly
back with us in the morning. He couldn't take any longer off work but will
come up again next week.

Adam was a little quiet and not much fun but I knew how he felt.  It's not
a nice feeling to be separated from the one you love.

Conner was playing with Luke in the water and all I could hear was his
giggles as I lay on my towel trying to get some sun. I had my boardies on
but decided to slip them off so I could get better coverage, but I had my
orange, 'Aussie Bums,' on. Three minutes after I had relaxed someone came
up and asked if I needed sunscreen on.

"Yes please Con."

I had the most delicious massage because he wanted to rub it into every
crevice.

"Turn over."

He did the same only his hands slid under my shorts and down my crack a few
times and I guess the others were getting a good perve.

"You're done," I heard Phil say.

"What?"

"You're done so do you want to do me now?" he asked.

"Bullshit, no way."

"What was that?"

I spied Conner swimming in the water then he looked at Phil again.

"Don't fuck with me Phil, it wasn't you, it was Conner."

"Was it Brent?" he said as he loped away to have a swim.



I watched the both of them play ball with Dave as Phil winked at me when he
walked by to get his towel. I give up, it wasn't Phil, it was Conner, I'd
know those hands anywhere.



After lunch we decided we had had enough of the sun and surf, so dropped
Luke off and went to shower at which time we were both hot and
bothered. Again we made slow love on the balcony but then, exhausted, we
decided to nap before we hit the casino again.

As we nodded off Conner whispered,

"It was me."

I smiled.



I went to the venue with Con and hung around his dressing room while he
rehearsed, filling in my time watching TV and reposing on the sofa. I would
leave early tonight and Con could do the meet and greet by himself as I had
an early start in the morning. This would be my last show till Saturday
when everyone would be here but at least tomorrow is Con's day off and he
can sleep all day, undisturbed if he wants.



The concert was a huge hit once again and after telling Con, I left with
Phil and Dave who walked me to the door and after some hugging and light
cheek kissing, they left me to go to bed. I woke when Con came home which
again wasn't late and he said he missed me and decided to have an early
night himself.

We nestled in and the next thing I heard was the alarm on my phone going
off. Showering and dressing I took my coffee out to the balcony and Con
wandered out in his boxers and sat on my knee then he nestled his head into
my shoulder and dozed.

"Go back to bed baby, you're still tired."

"I don't want to Brent, I like it here."

"Well I don't mind but promise me you will go back to bed when I leave."

"Okay."

He lightly snored.

I got him back into bed twenty minutes later because I couldn't stand the
cramps anymore. Kissing his sweet lips I told him I loved him and then left
for Phil's flat to go into work with them. The radio was full of accolades
about Con's show and the talkback segment was also full of great
comments. The announcer said the charity event to be held Saturday night
looks like it's going to be another success just like the last one and much
to my surprise, congratulated Conner for doing them. It's not often he gets
positive comments, well he does all the time but usually it's followed by a
negative, what I was listening to was very promising.




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