From: D One <doned88@yahoo.com>
Subject: Rock N Roll
Date: 23 May 1999 00:00:00 GMT

Charty had been playing with the group since they were in junior high
school. To everyone's surprise they kept the band going while other
kids similar efforts ended because of arguments, band members changing
or parents interference.

But "The Crimson Baters" as they called themselves, kept playing at
school dances, parties, country club events, weddings and family
reunions.

As for the name, nobody but they knew why they selected it. Crimson,
was the easy part....it was part of their high school's mascot name,
Crimson Chiefs. The Baters was often laughed at and giggled because of
what people THOUGHT it meant.

What they didn't know was, they were right.

The boys masturbated as a group since pubic hair started to appear. As
they grew, the circle jerks didn't happen as much. But now and then
two or more of them would share some mutual gratification.

Charty loved whenever he could feel another guys hand around his cock
and gladly returned the favor. The feeling of two guys sperm squirting
high between them was a thrill second only to the actual orgasm itself.

"Hey want to squirt later?" they would laugh and say ... usually
quietly to each other. 

"Can't tonight...squirt ya tommorrow" and similar exchanges were part
of the secret that they kept between them...all five of them.

Maybe that was the reason they were together as often as possible and
between sensual explorations, they practiced.

And because they practiced, they got better and better. Record labels
even contacted them for tapes from time to time. Word got out about
this Boston band.

They opted to play at their own prom....and despite bringing dates
too, they had plans for afterwards.

They were finally going to separate. One to college, another to the
Air Force Academy, another to a local junior college, the fourth to DC
as a Senate Page and Charty to the home country of his parents, the UK.

That is why the unique name Charty. He was named after an Uncle. 

"Your uncle was a bit different, musical" His mother smiled and his
father laughed. "Different alright" his Dad added.

But since his father was named Ian, having Charty as a first name
didn't seem that odd.

His band members called him all kinds of things including BIG SQUIRT
for his ability to apparently shoot longer streams of jism then the
others..and usually he kept squirting after they finished.

The prom was a hit..the boys played their hearts out..probably because
it was going to be their final performance.

The girls drank and felt the boys kisses and even their fingers on
their teenage breasts...then one by one were taken home.

It was four in the morning when the boys arrived at the motel room
they had rented. Each brought alcohol, pot and other things.

Charty brought some videos he found long ago in his fathers trunk in
the basement. Actually it was his Uncle's luggage.

Your namesake, Uncle Charty died in the war. And he wanted me, you
actually, to have his things.

Charty had watched more then one of the tapes when his parents were
out of the house. So he discovered early why his mother described
Uncle as "different".

And Charty too discovered himself while watching the tapes.

He put one of the tapes on the motel room videotape machine and
stripped naked.

Again this wasn't unusual as the band members often hung around each
other naked or in minimal clothing. But that night each stripped naked
as well.

They didn't speak except to offer the bottles or joints they passed
around. Tonight was their night..their last night.

Charty didn't ask..he reached knowing there woldn't be any objections,
no delays, no sly looks around to see if anyone else was watching.

There was only the five of them, their long established bond, years of
friendship, arguments, playfulness, mutual masturbation, musical
growth and selves.

Cocks moved in and out of hands, mouths and asses. Tongues swirled
over nipples, necks, balls, buttholes, toes and cockheads.

Fingers pinches, twisted, inserted, stroked and played with body
parts.

Two would be fucking while the other three recovered from orgasms. One
would be washing sperm and urine of themselves in the shower while
anotherwatched and jacked off. They found ways to combine their
desires so all five were pleasureing each othing in oral daisy chains.
Four would find ways to fuck and suck each other in a combination
while a fifth aimed the video camera.

Charty didn't refuse anyone and nobody refused him.

It was after a performance that the knock on his dressing room turned
one of his one night stand performances into a reunion. It had been
years since graduation. Charty went on to join this group and that
one. Each band was a good experience, but not as fulfilling as years
with "The Crimson Baters". He, of course, knew the real reason, but
would leave each job saying it wasn't creatively satisfying.

Morris walked in with Ken, Carl and Hamid. Charty was dumbfounded.

He knew, of course, that Carl had gotten married then divorced. Hamid
had left the Air Force for some private reason. Ken too got married
and had a couple of kids. And Morris had moved to San Francisco
working in some sort of Bank.

"We've got a motel room" Morris said. The four waited as Charty
stripped down and put on street clothes.

The night wasn't as wild as ten years before. But there was booze,
pot, naked men and sex...and each recaptured a little of the part of
their lives they missed so much.

Charty told them at breakfast he was gay. They didn't say much but
nodded. "We knew that" Ken said.

"Guess all we had in common was our music" Charty said.

"Maybe more then you knew" Morris said smiling as he reached under the
table and squeezed Charty's hand.

"But no matter what we do, or where we go, we always have our Rock N
Roll" Hamid said.

They drank a coffee toast to that..knowing what Hamid really meant.

It was their real "last performance" as life took them on trails they
were destined to travel.

But they always kept their Rock N Roll.