Rock N Roll

By D One

Published on May 23, 1999

Gay

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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.

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