Date: Wed, 3 Jun 2009 21:18:54 -0700 (PDT)
From: David Divers <daviddivers@ymail.com>
Subject: Singer's Story - 11

All the usual stuff about if you are not 18 or over this is not for
you...this one is hotter but the story continues...  If that is what you
are looking for I hope this turns you on...if it isn't, skip this
chapter...I appreciate your comments...Write me at Daviddivers@ymail.com

When we finally left the Opry Grounds, Daddy dropped Chris and I at the
hotel.  We had spent several hours talking to the stars and others
well-wishers backstage and out in our coach.  There was only the night
auditor on duty when we entered the lobby.  She smiled glowingly and said,
"I listened to the show tonight and you guys were wonderful.  I just know
you are going to have a hit on your hands.  Congratulations to you both".

We thanked her and when she asked for an autograph we both signed her one
of the hotel brochures for her.  Then we went upstairs to our rooms.
Although it was late, we had plans for a private party.

We went to our individual rooms and I got my guitar and soon followed him.
I had his extra keycard so I let myself in.  I announced my presence but he
was already in the shower.  So I stripped off and asked him if I could join
him...

As I got in, He reached over and cupped my balls and cock with his hand and
weighed them up and down...he tugged them towards him.  Naturally I follow
wherever my balls lead.  "Come here", he whispered, "I'll show you your
biggest fan-club".

...and it was—up to that point.....

It was rigidly up against his slim belly.  I plucked it away and it slapped
back against his abdomen.  Playfully, I did it two or three more times and
he said, "It is all primed for anything you want to do".

I said, "It is not what I want to do, it is what you want...I am willing to
try anything as long as it is with you".

So he washed me carefully-----my cock and balls, my ass and crack and then
the rest of me...I did the same to him...the suds flew from head to
toe...We rinsed and got out and toweled each other dry and he said, " I
want to do everything you did to me the other night and more".

If we hadn't been about the same size, I am sure that he would have carried
me to the bed, but we walked hand in hand into the bed room and he lay me
on my back and lay down beside me kissing me from head to toe.  He began
licking my balls and gradually spread my legs and continued downward until
he had reached my hole.  He screwed his tongue in as much as it would go
and gradually spread my hole as wide as possible.  Then he inserted his
moistened middle finger and eased it in and out.  He raised up and reached
for the tube of lube that was on the night stand and spread some on his
fingers and lay back down and rested his cheek on my inner thigh.  He said,
"I am going to be as gentle as I can and if it becomes too much for you we
will just stop..."

To tell the truth I was trembling with fear...then he reinserted his lubed
finger and it entered easily.  He pulled it out and reapplied more lube and
put it in again...It didn't hurt, but then again it wasn't as big and his
cock—as he fucked his finger in and out I gushed pre cum...he wiped some
of it on his finger and he inserted that as well...  Then he asked me to
open a condom and put it on him...I did and then I slathered lube all over
it...

He lay down and had me straddle his hips...he said, "If you just lower
yourself onto me you can control how much and how fast it goes in".

......So I raised up and he held his cock upright and I lowered myself onto
it...  actually I probed around so much with my ass that I had lube from
one end of my crack to the other...Finally I could feel that is was in the
right place...

He said,"You might have to push outward like you were taking a dump for it
to open enough to let me in...once the head is in, you can take your time
but it will gradually open for me..."

I did as he said and when I forced the head of his cock in...I almost cried
out the pain was so intense—He could see the pained expression on my
face.  "That's ok, he soothed, "take it slow...take it slow and easy..."

The pain in my ass was pulsating but it gradually subsided.  I slowly
lowered myself down onto him and I could feel him pulsing his cock to try
to open me up a little more...It seemed like minutes passed before I could
let any more in, but gradually I relaxed until I felt like it would fit...I
slowly began descending onto him and after a time I bottomed out...

When I did manage to relax I slowly began raising and lowering myself on
him...

He was flexible enough that by bending all the way forward when I raised
up, he could just reach the tip of my cock with his lips...he kissed and
licked it...we must have looked like a pretzel the way we were twisting
around...I wanted to give his cock pleasure and wanted him to suck me at
the same time...... somewhere inside of me, I felt his cock rub a "good
spot".  So I raised myself enough until I could feel the head of his cock
rub against it and I held myself at that level and focused on that
feeling...finally he could get the head of my cock in his mouth, but I by
that time I was beyond caring how he got me off......The pre cum just
flowed.  He covered my cock with his fist and jacked it...every once in
awhile he licked that wonderful juice that was flowing and replace it with
spit...he speeded up and whispered passionately, "I'm coming...I `m close,
I'm coming..."

I speeded up fucking his cock until I felt the throb and the warm spurts
through the condom...Then he focused on the sensations he was giving my own
cock and covered the head with his lips while he jacked it with his fist.
When I came it dribbled from his lips and he licked up what had escaped.
It continued to throb as it gradually subsided...We grooved on the feelings
in silence.

I lay across his chest rested.  It had been a workout.  Before long his
deflated cock slipped from my ass and I got off of him and went to the
bathroom...there was a small amount of blood mixed with the lube residue
that I wiped from my crack.  It was a hot experience, but again I was not
sure that that it was what I wanted.  It seemed that I had crossed a line
somehow

As I exited the bathroom Chris entered with the filled condom still
dangling from his limp cock...

After we both got cleaned up we lay beside each embracing.  He said, "you
have had a lot of firsts today haven't you"?

I didn't say anything...my mind was in a whirl...joy, sadness, passion,
accomplishment, the talk we had with the Personal Manager...it was all too
much to comprehend at that age.  I only knew that it was far too early in
my life for all of the decisions I would have to make in the next few
years.

Surprisingly, the next morning I could still walk.  I had gone back to my
room and slept well.  The next morning when we went down to the coffee shop
off the lobby, it seemed like the whole hotel staff were there waiting for
us.  We had told htem that we were going to be on the show and they all
congratulated us.  The desk clerk said, "Now we know why you two guys spent
so of much time together rehearsing.  (Little did they know).  You were
great on the show and we are proud to have you as our guest.  That song is
a sure hit, I only wish that it was one of mine.  That writer can probably
make a career on that thing—and you guys too.  Soon you won't want to
hobnob with us common folks".

About then the lobby door swung open and a reporter for a Nashville
newspaper entered.  She said her editor had heard about the Opry show and
wanted her to track us down.  We invited her to have breakfast with us and
Chris told her that we each had some prepared background questions and
answers and so we wouldn't have to go over that ground again.  So he asked
me to go up to the room and get one of the information packages.  I did and
then met them in the restaurant.  She quickly skimmed over the prepared
material and asked if she could ask us to expand on some of the facts.

Her first question was, "With all of your touring, you seem to be have
little time for fun and relaxing.  I mean that Billy Ray seems to always be
on tour with his family and you have your own tour schedule.  Since you are
individually on the road so much, so how do we spend our personal time
off"?

Chris said, "The two weeks that we are spending in Nashville is the only
time off I haveoff in the last several months.  But even that is a working
vacation because it was filled with business and recording.  If he wasn't
on the road, he was always just getting ready to go, so he had no time for
fun.  Although he considered his permanent home to be Biloxi, he hadn't
been able to do more than visit there for the last five years.  His home
base as far as business was concerned is a farm outside of Little Rock,
Arkansas.  He was based there because it was centrally located for many of
the tour dates he has.  But even that was more of a business headquarters
where he kept his coach and the Chris Baker products that he offered to his
fans.  It was also the headquarters for the Chris Baker fan club that
employed some of his biggest fans.

But he added, " My career is just like anybody else's.  If you are a
bricklayer and a carpenter, you have to work while there is work.  You
can't work in the winter much, so you can't afford to take off in the
middle of the summer for a vacation.  We have to tour while there is a
demand.  Luckily I have had a lot of hits so there are a lot of good folks
out there who want to see and hear me in person.  I am sure that the Stone
Family is the same.  Especially since they have had several hit songs off
their first few CDs."

When she asked me the same question, I responded, "What is fun"?

I told her, "My family and I were headquartered in Central Tennessee at
Stone Hollow.  We are only off the road once in a while for several weeks
at a time.  So we pretty much had to make our own fun wherever we were at
the time.  We carry fishing gear, lots of the same hobby and sporting
equipment that other kids have, and much of the same electronics too.  We
just now bought an even bigger coach and it would allow much more room for
entertainment".

She asked, "What about friends?...Don't you miss your friends"?

"I don't have many of what what you would call friends...not in the sense
you mean.  We are never in a place long enough that I am able to become
more than acquaintances with anyone.  Sometimes when we return to an area,
we might get better acquainted with somebody we met on previous trips, but
it is difficult to know anybody very well.  I do have a friend named Bobby
that we have visited many times over the years and several other people
that I am acquainted with, but I haven't even seen of them for awhile".

"Even early on, we couldn't make many friends because we were that
"Preacher's kids".  We were always in and out of school so much because of
Daddy's revival schedule that I almost failed.  Then Mamma started home
schooling all of us on the road and we now pass the state exams for
home-school students with flying colors".

I added, "Mamma has a degree in elementary education so it is not like our
schooling has been neglected.  We just have a different way of life than
other people".

Chris said, "I sometimes feel the same.  We are in a business that requires
you to constantly travel and that is just a fact of life".

She asked, "What about a love life?  I know that it must be difficult to
maintain a relationship being on the road"?

I asked, "What's a love life"?

She said, "I keep forgetting that you are not even sixteen yet...you do
look very mature.  But do you manage to have any girlfriends being out on
the road like you are"?

I said, "I meant that as a joke, but I do have girl friends.  But they are
more like "friend-girls than actual girlfriends!  Just like maintaining any
friendship, it takes work.  But I do have a few girls that I like.  I hope
to have a long life ahead of me and there is plenty of time.

I continued, "By the way, what are you doing after the interview?"

She replied, "Don't be too sure that I would turn you down—we could do
"Mickey D's" playground or something."

She asked, "Do you have a fan club also?"

I replied, "Not that I am aware of, but there was some talk about forming
one around Biloxi after Chris and I sang down there.  And, I heard it was
some middle aged ladies, not just teeny-boppers"!

"So you appeal to the older crowd too, do you"?

"I don't know about older, but I am far more mature than my calendar age
might seem".

She said, "From my up-close prospective, you are adorable as well as
multi-talented and you will be quite a star someday.  Your age has nothing
to do with it — just don't change from the sweet boy you are...

Then she focused the questions on Chris and I tuned out.

After about five more minutes she concluded, "Now I can see why they called
you guys, The Pied Pipers of Biloxi!  I want to thank you both for the
interview.  Now we will be off the record while we eat our breakfast".

As we ate we continued to chat for awhile and when breakfast was over, she
wished us success in our recording sessions.  She handed us her note pad
and asked for our autographs.  When she stood to leave, Chris and I both
stood up and hugged her and kissed her on the cheek.  There was applause
from the other customers and she blushed as she made her way to the
exit...We signed a dozen autographs before we could leave.

As we made our way to the elevator, the desk clerk gave us a thumbs up...

Chris and I had the entire day to just be relax before our big recording
debut...