From: romanticiser@geocities.com (romanticiser)
Subject: New Story: Love Song (M/M)
Date: Sun, 04 Jan 1998 07:10:35 GMT
Approved: moderated.stories@bigfoot.com
This story is complete and utter fiction - 100%
fantasy. All main characters, environments and locations are
fictitious. Any resemblance to people alive or dead is
purely coincidental. All famous names are added for the
story line and provide no assurances of approval or
condemnation to the subject of gay sex.
That over with this story is a love story between two
men of consenting age and contains sex descriptions of a
gratuitous nature. If this story, or your reading it, is
illegal or offensive then you are directed to delete it
immediately.
If you got this far then either your persistent and on
your own or this just might be 'right up your street'.
I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed
writing it.
Acknowledgements, critiques, flames or any other email
can be written directly to romanticiser@geocities.com.
Love Song
Romanticiser 1997.
Part 1 of ?
In the world you sometimes wonder how and why things
happen. A silly coincidence or an extremely minor occurrence
and something big is sparked off, the flap of an insect's
wing causing a hurricane in the Atlantic.
This story is about one little occurrence, just a minor
mistake that ended up with me having a career - I'd never
thought about, leaving home, discovering my sexuality and ....
(well why not read it)
Before we start I should tell you a little about
myself. My name is David and when this all started I was 19,
living at home with my parents on a farm just outside of
Worrel, a backwater village in the Cheshire countryside in
England.
Childhood on a farm is one of the greatest ways to grow
up even though at the time I moaned about my chores, my
homework, getting up at 5 in the morning. The one hour
journey to school, the fact I lived no where near any of my
school friends.
In all things I was probably a normal teenager, self
centred, over active, loud mouthed and shy. By the age of
16, I had mostly sorted out that girls didn't really
interest me, but to be honest men didn't either. Like all
teenagers, sex or more the thought of sex appealed but I had
no jack off fantasies of either sex, it was more a
biological function, cold and scientific. I enjoyed
climaxing but then doesn't everybody. You could say I was
asexual.
Chapter 1: Morning has broken.
I remember that day so clearly, I don't receive many
letters and never one as odd as this one. I was just coming
out of the cow shed and heading back to the house for my
second shower of the day. I had just hand milked one of our
ailing fresians, we couldn't use the machine, because of
possible contamination, but she had to be milked or it could
kill her. I don't quite know what had disturbed her but I
had ended up flat on my back lying in - well let's just say
I was desperate for a shower.
The bright red Post Office van was parked as usual by
the kitchen door. Harry, our postman always made sure we
were last on his morning round so that he could join us for
breakfast at 7:30. I think it was my mum's scotch pancakes
that he loved because he'd usually end up having half of the
stack she'd put in the centre of the table.
Stripping to my underpants in the wash room I made a
mad dash through the kitchen and up the stairs to the
shower. It wasn't that I was embarrassed by my body, farm
life had given me muscles and a shape that I was pleased
with. It was more to do with wearing an old pair of
underpants that had definitely seen better days. I like
things loose, but these let it all hang out, back and front.
Getting back down to breakfast I found a letter sat on
my plate. The penmanship had run a bit with rain but the
address was just intelligible. To D squiggle at Conniston
smudge, Kin - run & splat, Worrel, Cheshi... and the rest
was illegible. The envelope looked like a Rorschach test,
one of those psychologist's ink blot tests.
I opened the letter and found a simple 5 line note:
'God, I wish you were here, we really need you badly.
On Saturday we'll just die without your help.
Please, please, please call me.
My new number is 01244-509666.
Tony.'
I didn't know a Tony, there used to be an Anthony at
school but we weren't really friends. I must have had a
puzzled look on my face.
"What's up, dear?" I looked up to my mum and handed her
the letter and she read it out aloud. By the end we all were
just staring at each other for ideas and then we all started
to speak together.
"Who's Tony?" came from my dad.
"Weird!" from Harry.
"I don't know a Tony"
My mum finished the questions off with "I think you
should ring this number and tell them you received their
letter. Even if it isn't for you it is still important that
this Tony knows the right person didn't get it."
I started going for the phone and was called back by my
dad. "Leave it 'til lunch, it's too early to go ringing
somebody up now." I checked my watch - just gone 8:00.
I put the letter aside and started digging into
breakfast. The conversation settled back to the normal ebb
and flow of local news and work.
..............
The phone rang several times before it was answered I
kept checking my watch as it rang. There was a click and a
couple of seconds later.
"Five-oh-nine-triple-six" a sleepy mid-range masculine
voice, I guessed late teens maybe early twenties.
"Oh - hi, ur .. is there a Tony there."
"You got him, for all the good it's going to do you.
God! what time is it?"
I rechecked my watch again forgetting I had done it
only a moment ago. "It's 11:30"
"11:30" this was followed by a long drawn out groan.
"Please excuse me, but I just received a letter I
believe you wrote."
"Huh, who are you?"
"Oh I'm sorry, my name is David Tremain."
"David Tremain, sorry, don't remember the name..." The
voice trailed off and there was a muffled noise. The voice
then continued as if he was talking to somebody else "God!
you stink, go take a shower, I'll join you as soon as I
can." There was more muffled noise a kiss and then a
giggle." Followed by silence...
"I'm sorry to disturb you, it's just that this letter
seems important and I don't think it was meant for me."
"Sorry, I got distracted for a moment - can you read me
this letter?"
"Oh yeah, I'll go get it I left it on the table..."
When I got back I could here muffled voices and some more
giggles.
The phone was then picked up and another male voice
then spoke. Deeper, older. "It's John here, I'm sorry but
Tony can't come to the phone. he's just......Oh that's it
suck right there..." this was interrupted by the phone
obviously being dropped. "Oooh ...... Ooooh ..... Don't stop
.... I'm nearly there ........ Urghhhhhhhhhh!"
The sounds and voices hypnotised me, were they doing
what I thought they were doing. My imagination had got the
better of me and I was hard as a rock. My ear glued to the
phone, trying to imagine what it felt like.
OK, I'll admit it, 19 and still a virgin - definitely
not by choice but more because of opportunity. Worrel is
such a small place that if anybody farts, everyone can smell
it. Nobody does anything indiscreet, the entire village
would know before you'd finished. Another reason is that
farm life puts a damper on all things sociable. You can't go
clubbing if you're milking cows at five in the morning.
The noises on the phone got more muffled and quieter
and then the sound of a slap and "Now go and get in that
shower!"
The phone was picked up again. "Now where were we?"
"I received this letter"
"Oh yes, can you read it to me?"
"Yeah, it says 'God, I wish you were here, we really
need you badly. On Saturday we'll just die with out your
help."
"How did you get that? What's your address?"
"Conniston Farm, Kingsmoor Lane, Worrel, Cheshire. The
address on the envelope has run and all you can read is the
letter D and the words Conniston, Kin, Worrel and Cheshire."
"It should read 'Daniel, Conniston House, King Lear
Drive, Wirral, Cheshire'."
"Do you want me to re-address it and bung it back in
the post."
"Yes - wait a mo, what day is it - Wednesday, No don't
bother I'll go see Daniel and see if he can play bass at
Friday afternoon's Rehearsal."
"You play in a band?"
"Yeah, 'Kielhouse Razz', I'm a drummer. We're playing
lead warm up for George Michael at the Roxy on Saturday."
"Oh, you must be good."
"Yeah pretty good, we'd be better if we could find a
vocalist."
"Any chance of coming and listening to you?"
"We generally don't have an audience but whatever
floats your boat. Your welcome if you want to, but I warn
you there may be lots of stopping and starting, until we get
it right."
"That's OK, I'd love to come."
"OK - we're at Mafeking Hall on Back Wall Gate in
Chester. We run from about 1 till 5."
"I'll be there."
"Bye - got to go."
"See you."
Love Song
Copyright Romanticiser 1997
Part 2 of ?
Chapter 2: Love must be the reason
Mafeking Hall was a pig to find. Why don't A-Z maps
tell you about one way streets? Once I'd found it, finding
somewhere to park was even worse. It was gone 2 by the time
I walked up to the doors.
The building was a large, late Victorian church hall,
blackened stone arches and small stained glass windows. A
terraced street either side of the corner plot, the hall
occupied, was a classic 1930's picture even with a group of
kid's kicking a football around at the bottom end of one of
the streets.
A set of dark brown pitted double doors stood open;
from within the sound of the band playing wafted out
inviting all to listen. Pan pipes playing the lead against
what you would almost describe as South American ethnic
meets Rock, they were good. Very good.
Two large stone steps led into the entrance hall,
scouting flags mounted by each door moved in the breeze. A
large notice board, mounted on the left hand wall, was
covered with little messages pinned to it. Scratched and
worn parquet flooring led into a large open area about 10
feet from the main doors. As I entered the main hall the
sound increasing in volume as they went into the end of the
number. The coolness of the hall beckoning all from the heat
of the sun. Benches and chairs stacked against a wall with a
few scattered about. A couple of people sat and listened to
the music.
The band was playing on a stage at one end of the hall.
There were seven of them. Two drummers, three guitarists,
one on keyboards and one playing the pan pipes. They were
all about twenty to twenty-five years old, except for one of
the drummers who looked more like thirty.
The music ended with just the pan pipe playing a
complex little riff whilst the sound of the guitars and
keyboard faded away to nothing.
The audience of three, myself included clapped.
One of the guitarists took off his guitar and said
"Let's take a break, I'm parched.". The murmurs of general
agreement coincided with the temporary break up of the band.
They all dismounted from the stage and wandered over to a
small room at the bottom end.
"Tony, you going to be mother again?"
"I'm always mother!" One of them laughed. Short dark
curly brown hair framing an almost cherubic face lit up in
amusement. He was slim, about 5' 6" tall, the shortest of
the group, and apparently the loudest as you could hear him
throughout the conversations going on. He served drinks
through a serving hatch, apparently knowing what each of
them drank and comfortable with the ribbing and general fun
that took place.
I walked over as the last of the group moved away from
in front of serving hatch. Looking at me and stunning me
speechless, he said with a smile on his face "And what would
you like, gorgeous."
"Tony, stop that, I've told you before about scaring
the natives." The thirty year old came over and offered me
his hand. As I shook it he continued. "Hi my name's John,
you've got to forgive Tony, he plays the dizzy queen to the
hilt." I looked up into a smiling face about my height 6'
light mouse brown hair and piercing blue eyes.
"Oh hi my name is David, I believe we spoke on the
phone."
"Ah yes, the curious case of the misplaced letter, it
sound's sort of Sherlock Holmes-ish doesn't it?" He was
poking fun at the circumstances and I laughed agreeing with
him.
Tony interrupted us with "David would you like anything
- tea, coffee?" And with a sigh he added "me?" John rolled
his eyes and shrugged as if to say what can I do about him.
I decided to play it back "I'd like a cup of coffee
first, we'll see about the other later." The look on Tony's
face was priceless and I couldn't help but smile and John
laughed.
Tony poured me a cup of coffee from a large stainless
steel teapot and handed it over with a bag of sugar with a
teaspoon pushed into it.
"Come and meet the band" said John and I followed him,
drinking the coffee, as he led me over the group sitting
against one wall. "This is Craig, he's our keyboard man."
A blond thin man, tall maybe 6' 4", square-ish face,
slightly pock marked looked up from a book he was reading. I
offered him my hand and smiled "Hi my name's David" He
didn't take my hand but he winked and nodded back. His voice
was deep and raspy.
"HellO."
"Don't mind Craig, he's big into Pratchett. This is
Martin and Michael our lead guitarists. Forget trying to
work out which is which, They mix it up so much that nobody
can tell them apart."
I looked into two identical angular faces surrounded by
light brown straight hair, thin lips and hazel almost grey
eyes.
"Hi, I'm David."
"I'm Michael" said the closest, lifting his hand to
shake.
"Don't believe a bloody word. I've seen one of them
give the other a love bite just to confuse their
girlfriend." I looked up at John in surprise, he shrugged
"Just don't ask!" I shook hands with both of them.
"Our pipes man coming back from the loo. David meet
Yan, spelt with a J, he's an ex-Swede." I looked into a
clear skinned pale face fringed by almost white hair.
"He has ceased to pee." Was Jan's response and burst
out laughing as I shook his hand.
Walking over to the stage to where a slim red haired
man faced away from us, replacing a string on his guitar
"And our last member, Daniel our base player."
He turned and offered his hand as I stretched out mine.
I looked in to two green eyes like pools of jade. I couldn't
move or breathe I seemed to be sinking and then contact.
Electricity running up my arm, scaring me, enthralling me, I
couldn't, wouldn't look away from those eyes. My thoughts
slowing, stopping until only feelings were left.
A hand on my shoulder jolted me and I turned breaking
contact. Tony was beside me and was speaking."....your turn,
everybody we meet has to."
"Huh .... Sorry."
He took one look at my face, scanned me up and down and
grabbed me by the elbow, marching me back over to the doors
and set me down on one of the benches. I couldn't help
myself I turned to look at the stage.
"Yep! You got it bad." He pulled me up and propelled me
out of the doors with his hand in the small of my back.
"Snap out of it! ... Get a grip!"
My brain started functioning again. Tony was speaking
again. "I've seen it once, never felt it all at one go but
boy did it hit you!"
"Huh! What hit me?"
"Love or lust, you idiot - you and Daniel! You poor
bugger." His name was like a shock and I could see his eyes
again.
"You can't go back in there, not now, not yet. Where's
your car?"
"Ur - Princess Street - but why...."
"Got to get you off the street" He turned into the hall
and called John.
"Why off the street?"
"Because of this!" And he patted my groin.
I looked down I was hard, very hard and there was a
growing wet patch.
"Oh shit!"
"Dead right, Oh..."
John came walking out. "What's up Tony."
"Have you got the car keys I need to get him off the
street - Now!" He turned me around.
"Christ. What happened." He said as he searched his
pockets and started leading off to a blue van."
"Daniel - he fell in lust or love on first sight,
that's what, the kid never stood a chance."
"Poor bastard."
There was something going on, my thoughts wouldn't
straighten out 'Why poor bastard, I don't know what happened
but it can't be love, he's a man!'
John opened up the back and Tony pushed me inside and
climbed in after me. Turning round he said "Give us 10
minutes."
Shutting the door John said "OK, I'll think up
something."
I sat on the floor wondering what had happened, I had
shot in my jeans that was certain but I couldn't even
remember getting hard or cumming at all. I couldn't be in
love, I'm not gay .... I'm Not gay! ... "I'm NOT gay!" I
said out loud.
"OK you may not be gay but what has that got to do with
love?"
"But he's a man, I'm a man, it just can't happen."
"Think of Daniel, his red hair, his green eyes, his
lips." The words evoked a face in my mind, strong and
gentle, a slightly amused expression. Freckles peppering his
face, I didn't remember them before, they crossed over the
bridge of his nose. "Yep you're in love, blank staring face
but you're smiling."
"What am I going to do, this can't be happening,"
"Come on strip out of the jeans we've got to get you
cleaned up."
That woke me up. "I can't strip ... I mean what am I
going to wear."
"I've got John's laundry here, you're about the same
size, you can use a pair of his jeans. Are you going to
start stripping or what?" He laughed at my blushing face
"Don't worry you're not my type."
"I'm not wearing anything underneath - I can't strip
here"
"Do you want to do it outside - here use these tissues
to clean yourself up."
He chucked a box of tissues and a pair of jeans at me
as he opened the door and got out.
Checking that he wasn't looking in, I carefully
stripped out of my jeans and started to wipe myself clean. I
blushed again when I heard Tony from outside saying "Nice."
I looked up to see his grinning face peeking in the rear
windows. Embarrassment at least had one compensation, I lost
my wood. Skinning up the jeans I found them tighter than I'm
used to. The creases around the crotch didn't match my form
and were a bit uncomfortable but at least they were dry. The
fly buttons were hard to do up and I ended up opening the
jeans and doing each button in order.
Getting out of the van Tony patted me on my butt and
said "Nice buns!" I couldn't help it I blushed again. Tony
smirked "Lighten up will you, you're with friends. Now come
on you've got to sing." He locked the door and led me back
into the hall
"Me sing, you've got to be kidding?"
"No - everybody tries out, it's the rule. The band all
agrees we need a singer but until we find one everybody
tries out."
"If I sing I won't be tried out, I'll be thrown out!"
"Maybe. but everyone sings one song and I know just the
one."
"I don't know any songs, I can't sing."
We had got back into the hall and the band were back on
the stage waiting for us, for me. John asked what song as
Tony headed for a briefcase at the back.
"Show me Heaven - I think he's got the range to do it."
"Great choice!" said John with a smile.
"I can't sing." I said but without much conviction
Daniel was facing me and he mouthed just one word - sing.
That was it I was doomed.
Tony came back over to me wearing a pair of headphones
flipping the buttons on a Walkman. "Put these on and when I
nod press play. Here's the music." turning around he said
"Show me Heaven - four, four with a three measure lead."
He went over to his drum kit and sat down. I stood
there, dreading and yet resigned to sing.
He started to drum and then nodded to me and I pressed
play. The tape kicked in but with a two second lead on what
the band was playing and I got confused on where to start
and missed it. The band petered out.
Tony looked at me. "Dave you got to do this."
"OK, just let me just listen to it once and then I'll
sing." I grabbed the phones off my head. "I can't handle it
with these, OK."
"All right go in the kitchen and listen to it, we'll
try another piece first."
I walked into the kitchen and sat down. I put on the
phones and rewound back to the start of the song. I then
pressed play. I mouthed the words and listened to the rhythm
and beat, I was going to kill it, I just knew it. I even
turned up my car tape player so I couldn't hear myself sing
the words. I remembered the choir at school and being thrown
out by the music teacher. God help me! God help them!
The song finished and I walked back out with my
shoulders slumped, unready and nervous. The band finished
their piece and I was called out to the stage. I left my
phones on at least I wouldn't have to listen to my singing.
"Stand in the centre and face the band. remember to
finish the song irrespective of what were doing. OK?" I
nodded and stood in front of the centre guitarist, Daniel,
who was looking down at his guitar, and then I dropped my
eyes to the music sheet in my hand.
The band started playing. I read the words and started
singing.
'There you go, flashing fever from your eyes."
Daniel's face rose to meet mine and I knew I'd lose it
so I turned around facing the hall and carried on.
'Hey babe, come over here and shove down tight.
I'm not denying, we're flying above the dawn.
Hold my hand, don't let me fall.
You've such amazing grace, I've never felt this way.
Oh! Show me Heaven.'
Something started niggling in my mind - nobody was
playing. I turned and stopped. Tony was out of his seat and
was standing right behind me grinning like the Cheshire Cat.
Daniel was staring at me wide eyed and open mouthed.
Tony broke the silence "God you were unbelievable!"
"That bad Huh!"
"No, you moron that good. Well it's up to a vote."
Stupefied I watched each of them nod at Tony until he
turned to me and said "That's it, unanimous, we've found our
singer."
Love Song
Copyright Romanticiser 1997
Part 3 of ?
The band decided to have another break whilst they all
discussed what they should change in their normal program as
they now had a singer, me. I can't say I did anything to
help them, I spent most of my time opening and closing my
mouth, like a goldfish, trying to assimilate what had
happened.
Daniel came to me and offered me another cup of coffee
and I followed him to the kitchen area, bemused. Not so
totally befuddled that I didn't notice the width of his
shoulders, the V shape of his torso and that ponytail of red
hair that hung a third of the way down his back. "You sing
well, did you have training?"
I stopped in the middle of the hall. "Huh!" I had to
get my thoughts under control "Ur .. I don't understand any
of this, my voice is awful, I can't sing"
"You could have fooled me, you just sang like a pro,
you even got the high notes. I had thought Tony had set you
up with a bastard of a song, It goes higher than most men
can reach."
"But I can't sing."
"Will you take it from us? You can, you sing
wonderfully."
They had to be insane, out of their 'friggin' trees'. I
decided to show what damage I could really do with my voice.
"Just listen to this and tell me if I can sing." Closing my
eyes and concentrating on the track, from the tape that was
always playing in my car, it took me a few moments to
straighten my mind and ready the fast reggae beat in my
head.
'If you want to leave baby, I won't beg you to stay.
And if you want to go, darlin' maybe - it's better that
way.
I'm gonna' be strong, I'm gonna be fine.
Don't tell me about this heart of mine.
Walk out of this door, see if I care.
Go on and go now but Don't Turn Around.
Coz your gonna see my heart breaking.
Don't Turn Around ....'
Somebody started playing a guitar and I lost it, the
rhythm failed me and I opened my eyes. Michael, or was it
Martin, had their guitar around his neck and was grinning at
me. Daniel still stood there, silent. "Well, still think I
can sing?". He smiled, grabbed me by the shoulders and
turned me to face the doors. The hall had an extra 10 or 15
people in it.
Stepping up behind me he whispered into my ear "You did
that, you pulled them in, with out us! On your own. Think,
what all of us could do." The heat from his body so close
to mine drained all resistance and I felt that I could stand
there forever. Leaving me stood there he walked off towards
the kitchen, "Don't you want a coffee?" Looking around and
realising where I was. I turned and followed him in silence.
When we got back to the band, they had pretty much
settled what I was going to do. I was too numb with the
impact of the last hour to have any sane thoughts or
opinions.
It was Tony who told me that they wanted me to sing one
song at the gig, the next day. I was too new and their
wasn't enough time to practice more than one number. Show me
Heaven was the number they wanted me to sing, I had proved I
could handle it (not in my own mind, though).
The break came to a hasty end. The band was all fired
up and wanted to do the number with full intro. and
complete. We spent the rest of the afternoon and early
evening until gone 7:00 practising. By the end of the
session I was comfortable with the words and music but still
thought it was going to be a disaster.
As the band started to pack up Tony had me moving parts
of the drum kits into their van. When we were alone he asked
me to stay at his house tonight, instead of driving home,
being such a newcomer to the band he'd have to arrange
clearance for me at the Roxy early the next day, get
photographs for the passes, so on. He actually didn't stop
giving reasons until I'd agreed. Then he also added that he
had my jeans and I would have to get them anyway.
The band left the hall and Craig locked the doors. With
a wave they all separated to various cars and drove off
leaving Tony, John and me getting into their blue van. "I
need to get my car and ring home or they'll get worried."
"No problem."
Chapter 3: Let there be love.
I rolled over in my sleep and felt someone behind me,
groggily I opened my eyes and twisting my head I looked up
into burning jade green eyes. The yellow of the streetlights
outside, shining through the curtainless windows, giving
them an almost luminescent quality, his green silk shirt
bright and electric in the sodium glare.
"It's OK, baby. It's just me." he said as he gently
pulled me against him and wrapped his arms around my chest.
My heart beating a tattoo at the feel of his warmth along my
body and his lips on my neck as he whispered. "I know you've
got questions - but I felt it too, this is meant to be."
My shock and resistance melted away brick by brick as
he kissed and licked down my neck and along my shoulder. I
couldn't help but moan as I felt him start to suck at the
base of my of neck. His hands rubbing around my chest as he
licked and sucked those spots that I never knew were so
sensitive.
Lifting his face and brushing my ear with his cheek he
cooed into my ear "Your mine now forever as I'm yours."
One hand settled over one of my nipples and started
rubbing and teasing it gently as the other wandered slowly
down my ribs. Lower and lower rubbing from side to side,
finding my navel and exploring it thoroughly sending
incredible feelings to my brain. I moaned at the feeling of
his hand as he ran his fingers through my pubic hair nudging
past my hardness with the back of his hand.
"Quiet, my love - we don't want to wake everyone up."
His words heating me up as much as his hands, I wanted
to feel his skin against mine, to taste his love with mine.
Rolling over in his arms and looking into his smiling face
as his hands ran around my sides and followed the muscles on
my back like a sculptor checking his work.
Looking into his eyes, I slowly lowered my lips to his.
Parting slightly on the delicious contact and then his
tongue was caressing mine. Getting tingles from my head to
my toes and with the taste of ambrosia - my Daniel, I wanted
more contact, deeper. Raising my hands until I could feel
his fine hair slip though my fingers I rolled him onto his
back and hunched over him kissing him harder, deeper, With
passion and love oozing from every pore and our lips pressed
tightly together our tongues wrestled from mouth to mouth
and back again. An eternity spent in one kiss, Gabriel could
have blown his horn for all that I knew or cared.
The separation when it came was partial, we would
always be a part of the other from now on.
I wasn't sure what I needed from him but I definitely
wanted him naked in my arms, to feel his skin against mine
to be as close as physically possible and God I wanted it -
Now.
Raising up, lying half over Daniel I went for the silk
shirt, my hands trembling with desire, the small shiny
buttons seemed to slip through my fingers.
He spoke as his hand raised and cupped my chin lifting
my eyes to his. "Slowly, my love. I'm not going anywhere."
He raised his head and pecked on my lips. "We have all the
time in the world."
More calmly than I thought possible he opened the top
button and then the next, moving down button after button
until he reached his jeans. Released from the spectacle of
him undressing for me I was instantly in motion, my hands
exploring and revealing more of his exposed chest as I
opened his shirt.
Daniel, his eyes closed and arching up slightly to
improve the sensation, breathed huskily "Oh God, yes!" The
shapely torso below me shifted and thinned as the faint
lines of his ribs became more pronounced.
His pale skin, ghostlike in the wash of street light,
seemed without hair or blemish. Two darker circles,
highlighting the location of nipples, enticing me to
pleasure him. One shaded hollow in his stomach with a sexy
trail of fine hair widening towards the darkness of his
jeans. I dropped my lips to his chest, tasting his skin and
the light sheen of sweat that excited me further than I had
ever been before. Ravenous for more I licked over to his
left nipple, feeling it harden and stand proud as my tongue
flicked it. Daniel gasped and placed his hands on my head
guiding my mouth to cover his nipple again and again until
it was like a small bullet surrounded by goose flesh.
Eager to suckle on his other nipple I resisted his
guiding until he realised my destination and then he
forcefully urged me faster twisting his body to speed my
tongue on its way.
Daniel was slowly going crazy with his hips raising and
lowering in slow humping actions with soft gasps and moans.
His hands suddenly pulling my head up for a deep loving
kiss.
Pulling him up to a sitting position, I pushed his
shirt off his shoulders and down his arms, our tongues still
duelling. Arms caressing each other and holding us together
tightly. Lowering slightly I kissed his chin and then
tilting his head back further I kissed down to his adam's
apple causing it to bounce as he gulped in air. Moving to
his side I licked his neck and followed his collar bone to
the shoulder. Licking and kissing up his neck to his ear,
the earlobe joined to the side of his face for its full
length. Fascinated, I couldn't resist it and I sucked it
into my lips, gently chewing and licking it.
I could feel Daniel groan and tremble, his hands
stopping their aimless wandering around my back. He started
to pull me off him, reluctantly I released his ear and
looked into his bright eyes as he spoke "You're making me so
hard it hurts, I've got to get out of these jeans."
Sliding my hands down his chest and onto his flat
stomach, running my fingers through his trail of hair, I
slowly reached for the top button of his jeans where his
erection formed a large bulge over to one hip. Daniel sucked
in his breath and gave a hoarse groan as my hands entered at
the waist. Feeling the coarse cloth move with the throbbing
contained within I struggled with the top button - the
sudden release in tension in the jeans and Daniel as I
started to unzip the fly. Pale skin showed and then his
pubic hair started to appear, no underwear just a
magnificent view of silky pubic hair and the base of a large
throbbing cock.
I couldn't handle it anymore I was hotter than hell and
the sight was too much, Daniel with his eyes closed and his
chest arched from the bed with me sat between his legs. His
cock coming into view as I slowly pulled his jeans down. I
came in my boxers, the passion and love built up over
minutes released in a fraction of a second. Spasm's shook me
as I came, my cock constricted in my boxers was becoming
painful, almost agonising and then the relief of intense
pressure through eruption.
I awoke still coming with spasms shooting through my
lower back in my hardest orgasm ever. The shock of finding
it all a dream offset by the release. Turning over I went
back to sleep exhausted and disgusted with myself but
incredibly aroused by the fantasy.
Love Song
Copyright Romanticiser 1997
Part 4 of ?
Waking up at 8:00 was odd, lying on a sofa flat on my
back was odd. As my thoughts started with 'where was I' and
'why', Tony passed by me on the way to the kitchen area of
their apartment.
"Morning, want some breakfast?"
I sat up and stretched with a yawn that came from
somewhere so deep it took me a few seconds to speak.
"Please."
"Sleep well?"
"OK but weird dreams."
"Must have been sexy, Daniel?" he said pointing to the
front of my jeans. A circular stain marked where I had cum
in my jeans.
"Oh shit."
Tony laughed. "You definitely got it bad. Or good,
depends on your point of view I suppose." Rattling through a
draw he pulled out a knife. "Toast, one slice or two?"
I couldn't handle much more of this. I had been seeing
Daniel in my mind's eye all night and he had guessed right
about my dream. The turmoil I could feel was building.
"Tony, can we talk for a minute? Please."
He looked over sharply, judging my mood I supposed and
then sighed. "I knew it was going to come, sometime." He
turned off the grill and walked over to me and sat down
beside me. "Ask away."
I took a deep breath and then looking straight ahead I
said "Please don't take any offence I know you're gay, but
I'm having trouble with these feelings. They just aren't
right. I can't be gay, I just can't!"
"David, can I ask you a couple of questions? They'll
need honest answers." He waited for some acceptance and when
I didn't respond he continued "Are you a virgin? Do you want
to have Daniel make love to you?"
I thought of lying, of being evasive but I had my
suspicions that he already knew. The thought of Daniel
excited and aroused me. My face and neck felt hot, I
stuttered trying to answer but in the end just nodded and
then it got too much. I burst into tears.
Tony hugged me and pulled me so that I was lying on
him, my head resting on his shoulder. I grabbed hold and
held on tight, tears blurring my vision. Tony never stopped
talking to me, telling me that things would work out, being
gay wasn't the end of the world. The tears ran, I couldn't
seem to stop and in the end I let it all out and accept it.
I had to know, was Daniel gay too, did I have a chance. "Is
Daniel gay."
"I don't think so. Maybe ... I don't really know. I've
never seen him with anybody."
I don't know how long we were there with Tony holding
me but when I pulled away there were two mugs of coffee on
the table and John was sat in one of the chairs watching
us, a slight smile coming to his face when he saw me look at
him.
The silence was oppressive, almost malign. I had to
break it. "I'm sorry...."
John answered. "Forget it, Tony went through the same
sort of thing a couple of years ago. You have to accept what
you are, who you are or you'll end up hurting yourself and
others more."
"I don't know what I am, women don't turn me on but
then again men don't either. Now there's Daniel. Oh God! I'm
so mixed up."
"Let things lie, everybody needs time to mature. Your
confusion and your emotions will sort themselves out."
"Thanks ... you sound like a shrink."
He smiled and Tony laughed. "He's got you in one." At
my perplexed look Tony continued. "He's a psychologist at
Chester Memorial, that's how I met him."
"Oh - I thought you were a professional band?"
"Well we are and we aren't. We do get paid, but we
haven't yet made enough to drop our normal jobs yet."
"What do you all do?"
"I work at MFI the furniture store, John at the
hospital, Craig - he works as a draughtsman at K.E.K. The
twins are electricians and Jan's doing his PhD in
Computers."
"What about Daniel, what does he do?"
"He's a model, well sort of ... anyway you'll have to
get the truth from him."
Tony got up "Why don't you take a shower whilst I
get breakfast ready." As I stood up to go he continued
"There's a new toothbrush in the bathroom cabinet. Oh you'd
better chuck out those jeans and I'll get you another pair
of John's."
Chapter 4: Unchained melody.
It was quite a morning, first we went to a local
chemist where we used a photo booth. Then off to the Roxy to
get my stage pass. Whilst I filled the forms Tony and John
unloaded the drum kits, amplifiers and guitars for the stage
hands to set up.
Then it was off to town for a wander around the shops.
At least I managed to get some new jeans and T-shirt at C &
A, John and Tony insisted that I get tight stretch jeans,
they both said that I looked really good in them. Then it
was back to their apartment.
Most of the afternoon was spent resting quietly,
absorbed in our own thoughts. To say that I was nervous
would be an understatement, I had seen the stage at the Roxy
and it scared the hell out of me. John went back to the Roxy
to carry out a final check of the equipment whilst Tony
cooked a light meal. I didn't feel hungry, the thought of
food made me feel slightly nauseous.
After John had returned and they had eaten he sat down
and played solitaire. Tony had gone to take a nap. My nerves
were really getting to me and I paced the room.
"David, will you please calm down? We're going to be
good, you will be great." At my look he continued "You
really don't think you can sing, do you?"
I shook my head.
He got up and headed off for the bedroom. "I know how
to convince you." A few seconds later he returned with a
tape recorder. "Now somewhere I've got a blank tape." He
searched a few drawers and then rattled through some used
ones. "This one will do, I never really liked this album."
After rewinding the tape he pressed record. "Sing anything
you want, don't worry if I'll like it, just be comfortable
with what you choose."
The tape was running and my mind went blank. I tried to
think of the songs on the tape in my car. The words eluded
me as I ran through each track in my head. Then I had one,
it was a woman's song but the beat was slow and easy.
'You can reach me by railway.
You can reach me by trailway.
You can reach me on an airplane.
You can reach me with your mind.
You can reach me by caravan.
Cross the desert like an arabman.
I don't care how you get here,
just get here if you can.'
John clicked the tape off and I stopped singing.
"Don't stop, it's beautiful." I turned, Tony was stood
in the doorway. "Please go on."
I recreated the beat and continued.
'You can reach me by sailboat.
You can climb a tree and swing rope to rope.
Take a sled and slide down slope,
into these arms of mine....'
I stopped and could feel my face getting hot. "I'm
sorry, I couldn't remember the next line."
Tony came up to me and embraced me. "Where did you get
that one from, it's beautiful, I've never heard it before
but we're going to get the music for that, I want to hear
you finish the song."
"It's by Oleta Adams, it's on the 'Love Album', no the
'Love album 2'. I've got the tape in my car, I'll get it.
It's a woman's song and she sings it far better than I
could."
"I doubt that."
I grabbed my car keys and went down for the tape.
Tony was lying on the sofa when I returned. I passed
the cassette to John. "It's around the middle of side 2."
John swapped the tapes and pressed fast forward, looking
down into the tape player. A couple of clicks and the sounds
of 'Walk on by' came out. "It's right after this."
John held fast forward down and the speeded up song
quickly came to an end. He let go and turned the volume up.
The music started and I waited for that tiny bell like an
old friend. Then the sultry voice of Oleta filled the room.
I tried to get the line that had stumped me but I couldn't
make it out.
As the tones faded John swapped the tapes and pressed
play. A smooth mellow masculine voice started the same song.
It was my voice and it wasn't. I sat down surprised at the
voice as it rose to the high notes without effort or quaver.
The voice seemed right for the song although the words
weren't. My heart said it wasn't my voice but my mind knew
it was nobody else's.
The verse ended and heavy metal blared out. John hit
the stop button fast.
John was smiling and Tony grinned at me "You were
wrong, your better."
Love Song
Copyright Romanticiser 1997
Part 5 of ?
After 5:00 things got a little hectic and to be honest
I hardly remember the next couple of hours. The final
getting ready and the drive to the Roxy. Getting in through
the doors and waiting for the rest of the band. Fleeting
introductions to people at the gig, making sure all the
equipment was set up to each players liking.
The wait seemed like an eternity, I was now resigned to
the 'disaster to come'. I couldn't get out of it. Around
7:00 there was a sound of people, the crowd and as it grew
so did my anxiety. The band had decided that out of their
five songs mine would be last and I would come out during
the fourth number to the back of the stage then the lights
would be dropped. As the last song started the spotlight
would slowly brighten on me as I sang and walked forward.
The light would then slowly come up on the rest of the band
a few seconds later. I don't remember who ran off to set the
lighting up, I had my eyes closed, breathing deeply, trying
to stop the feeling of nausea from making me throw up.
A tap on the door with a call for positions nearly
finished me off. I couldn't do this - I just couldn't. Then
I was being manoeuvred almost like an automaton I was helped
to the wings of the stage. The crowd noise was tremendous.
Daniel, Craig, Michael and Martin, Jan and John all went on
stage and got into position. Tony stood on his tiptoes and
pulling my head down kissed me on the forehead "Relax and
enjoy it. I'll come and get you after Lady Luck." He then
ran for his drum kit as the announcer started to introduce
the band.
"Ladies and Gentlemen - 'Kielhouse Razz'."
The band started playing a number I didn't know as the
curtains went up and the roar of the crowd raised and then
almost vanished. Jan was playing up a storm with Michael and
Martin both playing counterpoint. I started to relax and get
into the flow of the event. My adrenaline and mood rising
with the music. At the end of the first number the crowd
applause was like a cascade quiet at the start but building.
Then the band started the second. the third, the fourth and
then Tony was pulling me onto the stage. The heat and noise
of the crowd had been muted in the wings against what was
out on the stage. It hit me like a wave almost knocking me
back.
Centred between the drummers, I stood there almost in
an hypnotic trance and then Tony said the words that will
always be burned into me. "Sing your heart out, Sing it for
Daniel." He then handed me a mic, the weight surprised me.
As he started to settle back into his drum seat, the lights
went out. After three or four seconds I heard the lead
intro. into the song and I sang.
To say it was an emotional release would be an
understatement - I had never before experienced anything
like it. It was like a rush, a drug that raised me higher
than I've ever been. The crowd didn't exist, The noise was
silent - all I could see was a face surrounded by red hair
and a pair of jade green eyes staring back and I sang my
love - It was love, I was in love with Daniel and I was
happy.
Then it was over and the face vanished, the audience
and the noise was back, everyone was going wild.
The band appeared around me and I was pressed into a
bow and then we were all rushing off stage. Grins were
plastered on everybody's face.
"God, what a trip."
"Unbelievable!"
"Jesus Christ!"
Tony grabbed me and hugged me. "You were absolutely,
fucking fantastic!"
A voice pulled us from our self congratulations. "Guys
that was one hell of a show you put on out there." George
Michael, with his close cropped hair and goatee beard,
smiled at us. "I don't know how I'm going to follow that!"
He shook each of our hands and then floored us completely.
"I'm in the States on a tour in the new year and I want you
on it." Looking at me he then continued "With his pipes and
your voice their not going to know what hit them. Call Frank
next month and we'll see about firming it up more." Then he
strode off leaving us all open mouthed and stunned.
Chapter 5: Tears of a clown.
We all walked quietly back to our room and grabbed our
coats. Tony said "Let's go celebrate." And then we were off
and out of the Roxy and into the cars. We all ended back at
Tony and John's flat drinking until the small hours.
I learned more about life in those few hours than I
ever did at school. I'll have to admit I listened more and
took more notice of Daniel than any of the others. I didn't
say much to start off with as the others all knew each other
well and I was an outsider. Tony and John both tried to drag
me into the conversations, I did take part in some but I
mostly kept my ears open and learned about them. The horror
stories of broken homes and abuse that peeked through the
conversation made me think I'd lived in an Enid Blyton novel
all my life.
By the early hours we were all well past merry and
heading for insensibility.
Michael or Martin - I can never tell which, asked if I
had a girlfriend and I replied carefully "not at the
moment."
I got to ask Daniel what he did for a living and nearly
died when he told me that he was porn model and usually
ended up with his dick stuffed up some woman, "shagging the
arse off'em." The pain I felt wasn't in his words but in his
grin.
It was gone two in the morning when the adrenaline had
started to peter out and the booze had kicked in. Drooping
eyelids and the odd yawn told us all to pack it in. Tony
offered all of us space on their floor but Michael and
Martin left for home saying they lived "just around the
corner". Blankets were passed out and we all settled
ourselves for the night with Tony and John in their bedroom,
Jan on the couch and Daniel, Craig and myself on the floor.
My thoughts turned to Daniel as they had been doing for
the last couple of days. He was straight, his job proved
that. I was doomed to love someone who would never love me.
I started to feel depressed and could feel tears come to my
eyes but I was determined I wasn't going to cry.
Jan's quiet whisper for me to sing them a goodnight
song broke me from my sad reverie and I decided not to argue
but to sing a song that I had been listening to and singing
to in the car. It fitted my mood. Rising to a sitting
position and looking over to Craig shrouded in darkness near
the wall and Daniel half lit by the yellow street light
outside. I centred myself on the beat and hope in the voice
even though I didn't feel it.
I started.
'Close your eyes.
Give me your hand, darling.
Do you feel my heart beating.
Do you understand.
Do you feel the same.
Am I only dreaming.
Is this burning an eternal flame?
I believe it's meant to be, darling.
I watch you when you are sleeping.
You belong with me.
Do you feel the same.
Am I only dreaming.
but is this burning an eternal flame?
Say my name, sunshines through the rain.
Oh oh,
Life so lonely and then come and ease the pain.
I don't want to lose this feeling.
Ohhhhhh!
Close your eyes.
Give me your hand, darling.
Do you feel my heart beating.
Do you understand.
Do you feel the same.
Am I only dreaming.
Is this burning an eternal flame?'
With the end of the song the flood gates opened and I
couldn't control it any more I started to cry silently. The
pain I felt was almost physical, a tightening in my chest
that wouldn't go away. I rolled away from the others and hid
myself sobbing silently into the darkness, wanting the
ground to open up and swallow me.
I woke up, with a dead arm from lying on it all night.
I got up rubbing my lifeless limb awaiting the pain of the
pins and needles shooting up it.
Bleary eyed, hungover with the need to piss like the
very devil I looked around and saw that Daniel had gone,
his blanket exactly where he'd used it the previous night.
Coming back from the toilet I saw John moving about in the
kitchen area. I whispered "Morning John." He replied with a
smile and mouthed "Hi, Coffee". I nodded and sat at the
table. as John made two mugs of coffee.
Drinking in silence, I tried to piece together my
feelings and soothe my head.
A bang as the front door slammed shut followed by a
shouted "Good Morning All." made me cringe and groan. Daniel
appeared beside me carrying a box with the smell of fresh
baked bread about it. His smiles and loud, cheerful voice
were enough to make me wince but with my mouth watering to
the tantalising smell. Grabbing me by the shoulders he
pulled me out of the chair and pushed me off to the
bathroom. "You go shower, you need one." as I walked across
the room he continued with "and don't lock the door the
others are going to be up and about" followed with a shouted
"Soon."
The shower was relaxing and helped me to clear my head.
There was a constant stream of people coming in and out of
the bathroom as the opaque curtain would blow in towards me
on the breeze from the open door. Tony was last and he told
me to leave some water for everybody else. Whilst I got
dried, dressed and cleaned my teeth, the smell of bacon
frying reached my nose, urging me back to the kitchen.
The apartment was full of smiles, grins and bright
faces. Michael and Martin had returned and were all reading
papers. Daniel passed me one and said "Page two column 4"
When I turned the page there it was:
"Razz-le Dazzle."
Last night at the Chester Roxy, in their
first debut performance on the big stage
a small fairly unknown local instrumental
band, with the name of Kielhouse Razz
shocked critics and public alike by stealing
the show away from the other stars, the
Lighthouse family and George Michael.
Given the five song lead-in warm up, the
band proceeded to rock the foundations of
the music industry. Four instrumental tracks
with the lead on panpipes. A music mix of
South American and modern rock. A sort of
'Rock the Andes' grabbing the audience with
some real foot stompers. The final song and I
mean song was sung by their newest member
who only joined the band the day before.
Their cover version of "Show me Heaven"
was better than the original with the male
voice and panpipes working together with the
counterpoint played on twin lead guitars. They
brought the house down. Two drummers, one
keyboard, one base, two lead, pan pipes and a
honeyed tenor voice that was stunning in it's
range are guaranteeing them their own place
centre stage and a death knell to the traditional
belief that more than one lead will fail."
Martin and Michael were jumping around jubilantly and
shouting "We've made it."
Love Song
Copyright Romanticiser 1997
Part 6 of ?
Muddled with wild thoughts of success, America and
Daniel and how I was going to tell my family. I got out of
the car. The smell of fresh air and the Sunday roast mixing
in my nostrils.
Home again and `time to pay the piper'. My dad and I
had this agreement that for every feeding or milking that we
missed we would have to take the other's shift as well. From
Friday afternoon until now dad had covered for me, now it
was my turn to give him two days off.
Mum smiled at me as I entered.
"Hi dear, `Cutting it fine' again there's only 15
minutes until dinner."
"Hi Mum, where's Dad?"
Smiling she replied "Getting his golf clubs ready? "
increasing her voice "I don't know why he spent so much on
that set of clubs, it's not as if he can play!"
A shouted "I heard that!" came from the family room,
followed by some low muttering.
Grinning my mum turned around and started to make the
gravy.
I wandered into the family room. A medium sized room
plush with thick maroon carpet. Old comfy chairs and a large
entertainment system built into one wall were the only
furniture.
To a twin shout of "Shoes!" I made a hasty detour to
the `clean' room and removed my shoes and put them below the
rack of waterproofs next to the wellington boots.
"Dad, I think we've got a problem."
"We? You maybe - not me. I'm due on the course in two
hours and I don't have a care in the world."
"No, it's not the work, well it is...." He stopped his
polishing of the clubs and looked up at me, shocked.
"We have an agreement."
"No - you can go golfing, you get your time off. It's
just that ..." I didn't know quite how to say it.
Dad put his polishing cloth down and sat back on the
old sofa, reaching for his cigars. "just what"
"Well.."
His face blanched, half shouting "You not got a girl
pregnant, have you?"
"NO!"
"Thank god, then what is it?"
"I think, In a few months, I may have to leave the
farm."
"Why? What have you done? You haven't got yourself in
trouble with the Police?"
"No - it's nothing like that."
The shout of "Dinner" from the kitchen was just like
the bell at the end of a round, I had a little time to work
out how I was going to tell them."
During dinner, I finally gave them the story, excluding
my problem with Daniel, about how I was now a singer. What
happened at the show and what George Michael had said. When
I showed them the review Mum was beaming and insisted that
she could get it framed.
Later that night we had a far more deep discussion of
how we'd have to hire someone to help while I wasn't there.
All based on an if.
..............
Early Monday afternoon I was lying on my bead relaxing.
Thinking about Daniel again when the phone rang.
Mum shouted up "David! It's for you."
"Thanks Mum." I rolled off the bed and ran down the
stairs, taking the phone from her, I said "Hello."
"Hi David, it's John. We need you in town this
afternoon."
"Why? - what's up"
"Just something you need to be in on. Only that
Chrysalis Records wants to sign us up."
"You're kidding."
"No - straight up."
"This afternoon."
"No no no, not this afternoon." Pausing for a breath he
continued "They want to see us at their studios in London on
Friday. But we've only got one song and we need more."
"I can make it this afternoon, mornings are definitely
right out but afternoons are fine as long as I'm home before
dark. I have to bring the cows in for milking."
"Great - Mafeking at 2:00."
"I'll be there."
Putting the phone down I went into the kitchen where
Mum was drinking a mug of tea and reading the paper.
"Mum, I've got to go into Chester."
"OK dear, but remember your dad wont be back until 8:00
and the cows will need milking."
"Don't worry, I'll be back." I kissed her cheek,
grabbed my shoes and was on my way.
..............
The fluorescent lights were driving back the dark
shadows of the hall to their furthest reaches as we planned.
Sat crossed legged in a rough circle we discussed what we
were going to do.
Craig and Jan were the writers of the band but they
admitted that they were stumped when it came to lyrics. The
idea of writing songs had only entered their minds when I
had joined the group and they hadn't yet tried. If I was
going to sing for the record producers it would be other
peoples songs.
The discussion ranged over lots of styles of music and
although the band was suited to medium to light instrumental
rock, my voice was far more suited to ballads or light rock.
Daniel brought the conversation around to love songs.
"Why not do rock love songs with the odd ballad then,
they're light even the heavy metal groups lighten up when
doing love songs. I love a good thrash session as much as
anyone but we aren't that good at heavy rock."
Tony caught on to Daniel's enthusiasm "Yeah. All the
songs I've heard Dave sing have been love songs. He's great
at them."
John wasn't sure. "We don't have many arrangements for
love songs, all of our stuff is instrumental."
Martin or Michael said "We don't need to do much
arranging, not if we do classic love songs." The other then
picked it up "We all know them so well, all we have to do is
work out the counterpoints."
Jan broke in with "How many songs do we need for
Chrysalis."
Everyone looked at John "Well they want to meet with us
at 10 on Friday, but they did say it wouldn't be for more
than an hour."
"OK, given that it's under an hour, plus we'll be
talking as well, then we wont be playing for more than half
an hour. So with our instrumental stuff five songs should be
enough."
"We've already done `Show me Heaven' so we only need
four. Four days and four songs - one each day."
Tony looked at me "Dave you've got a love song album in
your car, let's see what you've got and whether we need
music."
"OK, but there are others I've got - I'll bring them
all." I left to get my tapes.
Tony was plugging his Walkman in to one of the amps,
when I got back "Here they are." Passing one to him "Try
this one it's my favourite."
Tony started playing each track and after about thirty
seconds looked at each of us for a reaction. `Wet Wet Wet'
with `Goodnight girl' was first and Craig shook his head
before the intro. was finished. `Foreigner' and "I want to
know what love is' was second it played for a couple of
verses before Jan shook his head.
John said "No way" to `Frankie goes to Hollywood's The
power of love'.
Then in quick succession we turned down `Without you',
'True', `Unchained Melody', `I got you babe', `Don't turn
around', `Please don't go', `He ain't heavy' and `I'm not in
love'.
I was beginning to lose heart, none of these songs were
suitable. The sound of the bands and the arrangement of the
music was synonymous with the songs. We were going no where
fast and then with the next song we started to exchange
looks of interest. Tony sitting hunched over his Walkman
looked up smiling and I grinned. We'd found song number two.
It was gone 5 when we finished, but we all left the
hall smiling.
..............
When I got back home it wasn't quite dark but it was
twilight. Mum had started to panic and scolded me for being
late even though there was still 10 minutes before normal
milking time. The cows seemed to take it far more serenely,
the herd had pulled together by the gate ready to go.
It was gone seven thirty before I sat down for my
supper, Hardened potatoes, dried pork chops and crispy
sprouts all served with baked on glue for gravy. Not
forgetting my mum watching me eat it with comments about
arriving home on time.
Night time was Heaven and Hell for me. Dreams of Daniel
plagued me, intense pleasurable feelings and emotions tied
to a loss that I couldn't bear
..............
For comments, constructive criticism and so on you can email
me.
Romanticiser@geocities.com
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