Disclaimer: This is a work of pure fiction. It implies nothing of Nick Hexum's true sexual orientation. __________
A month of anticipation was coming to a close.
I still remember hearing that 311 was coming to my humble hometown. It was their only New England appearance this tour, and tickets were on sale. Get yours before they're -- I totally missed that last part, since I was already out the door and on the way to buy my ticket. Just one month to go. One month until Nick Hexum. Maybe he'd perform without a shirt on. I hoped so.
One month later, I was psyched. No, I was beyond psyched, but I can't think of a word for how I felt. Five hours till showtime. Should I just hang out by the State Theatre until they let people in? I heard that WCYY would be there giving out stuff. But then I thought of a better idea.
See, I work at a hotel that lets its employees use the pool. Plus we get a lot of famous people. So maybe…
I just found two words for how I felt. Like swimming. And it had nothing to do with the fact that 311 might be staying at the hotel I work at. Nothing at all. When I got there, I immediately spotted Tim and P-nut at the bar. Yes! I couldn't think of an undorky way to approach them, so I just asked someone at the front desk for a pool key.
Walking down the hallway, I swear my heartrate doubled. Walking through the gym, I almost fainted from anticipation. But when I got to the pool room … no one.
Except Nick Hexum.
Eek. Okay Kyle, just stay calm and get in the pool. No Kyle, take your shoes and shirt off first. That helps a lot. Okay now, into the water. That's it, good boy.
I swam by to make sure he noticed me. I didn't think that would do anything. And of course it didn't. So then I casually said (or stuttered, depending upon your point of view), "Hi."
"Hey." He talked to me!
"New here?" Duh, Kyle.
"Um, yeah, it's a hotel."
"Oh, right." At that point I was debating whether or not to just say I knew who he was. I went with not. "Where you from?"
He didn't seem bothered by me. "Well, I'm from Omaha, but I live in L.A. now." I knew that. "You?"
"Oh, I work here. But I wanna move when I finish college."
"Where to?" At this point we were both just standing in the pool. I was so glad to have him engaged in conversation.
"Japan would be cool, but I'd settle with Germany."
"Japan is awesome."
"You been?"
"A few times, yeah."
"So what brings you to Maine? Business?"
"Basically. Hey, I'm going to the sauna now if you wanna come."
Yeah I wanna cum. "Sure."
I let him get out of the pool first, so I could watch the water drip off him. He looks even sexier when he's glistening! I got out and followed Nick, first with my eyes, then with my legs. Right, left, right, left. That's it, Kyle, keep it up.
You have to walk through the changing area to get to the sauna. I remember reading somewhere that you're supposed to be naked in a sauna, but I didn't think anyone would really do that. Of course, Nick Hexum isn't anyone. He barely stopped to pull down his trunks and toss them on the bench. So of course I got naked too, despite my semi hard-on. Fortunately, it only made me look bigger.
I don't remember what we talked about in there (I wonder why), except I finally admitted to Nick that I knew who he was. He said he figured that after he saw my shirt, which is when I realized I'd been wearing a 311 shirt (for the concert; I'm not big on subtlety). Then he excused himself because he had to get ready for the show, and I was alone in the sauna. So what do you think I did? I felt kinda bad about it because I know the people in housekeeping.
T minus four hours, or something. I decided to go to the State Theatre and see what the station was giving out. I entered to win a snow board, but lost. At least there was free pizza. Finally, we could line up. The concert was great. Beyond great, but I can't think of a -- I'm sure you get the point.
After the show I decided it would be wise to check the schedule at work. Maybe it had changed since I last checked it the day before. So I went out back to make sure it hadn't changed on me, and of course it hadn't. As I was coming back to the lobby, I heard a familar voice.
"Can I help you?" Not that voice, dumbass.
"Yeah, are there any sushi bars around here?" That one. I turned the corner to see (who else?) Nick Hexum. The girl behind the desk went to get a map.
"I know a really good one," I volunteered. "I was going there now if you wanna come." I hadn't really planned on it, but whatever.
"Oh hey, you. I forgot your name."
"It's Kyle, but I never told you. So you need a ride to get sushi?"
"Sure, but would you mind bringing me back?"
"Not a problem. This is on the way home for me anyway." Not.
"Cool. Just give me like five minutes to get ready."
Baby, I'd give you anything. "I'll time you," I said with a laugh.
Four minutes and twelve seconds later, Nick was ready to go. So we hopped in my luxury '89 Ford Taurus and were on our way. The six slots of my CD holder were filled with six 311 albums. Let the awkward conversation begin … now.
"I was just wondering," I began, "of all the cities in New England, why'd you pick Portland as your only stop? I mean, there's like ten cities bigger than this one, especially Boston."
"Well," he replied, "we were going to do Boston, but we couldn't get a stadium at the right time. Plus I like Portland."
"You been here?"
"We were here a few years ago."
"Trust me, it may be nice to visit, but it sucks to live here."
"So that's why you're moving to Japan?" He remembered!
"Yeah, plus sushi is cheaper there."
"But apples are twenty bucks apiece."
"Well then. Oh, we're here," I conceded as we drove through the Shinto arch to the parking lot.
The place was crowded as usual. After about fifteen minutes, we were seated at a small table. I was glad about that, since at the bar I wouldn't have been facing Nick. We checked off a whole bunch of sushi, and ordered water, green tea, and saké.
"So how's touring?" I asked.
"Pretty good. How old are you, Kyle?"
"Eighteen." That was almost true.
"You got a girlfriend?"
"Nope," I declared, almost proudly.
"Me neither." I had heard otherwise, but that's the Internet for you.
We talked some more, but I don't remember everything. I should have brought a tape recorder or something. We poured each other's saké cups, as is the tradition. I was tempted to try the interlocking-arm drink thing, but that's just too corny. Fortunately, I was sober enough when it was time to go.
We didn't talk much on the way back. When I pulled up to the main entrance, Nick asked me something I would have never expected.
"Does this shirt make me look fat?" Just kidding. Here's what he really said. Ready?
"You wanna come up?"
Wow. "Yeah, sure. Let me just park. You wanna get out now?"
"Nah, I'll stay with you." How sweet.
One moment and one agonizingly long elevator ride later, we were at Nick's suite. Ever had your heart pound so fast you can feel it beating against your ribcage? Well I have. Guess when?
At first we just watched TV, but that got old after the really late late shows were over. Nick went to the bathroom, which gave me the opportunity to start whacking again. I didn't have time to finish before he came back out.
In just his underwear.
"So it is true that you wear Snoopy boxers," I commented, for lack of anything else to say.
"Yep. What about you?"
"Me?" No Kyle, the other people in the room.
"Yeah. Get comfortable."
Yes, sir. I was already comfortable in my clothes, but if Nick wanted me to strip, then who would I be to object? After I was down to my underwear (which was gray Structure boxer-briefs), I realized that I was lying on the bed and Nick was standing at the doorway. Staring? I had to break this awkward silence.
"So you hate clothes?" Way to not be awkward, Kyle.
"Pretty much."
"You're still wearing some," I dared to say. That'd provoke him for sure.
"So do you like working here?" Or not. What a platonic question to ask. Oh well.
"It's decent, but standing for eight hours straight doesn't feel great."
"You want a massage? I can give a great one," Nick offered. This was progress.
"If you're offering," I replied.
"Okay, lie on your stomach." Sir, yes, sir! I got into position and soon felt his hands on my shoulders. They lingered around my neck and soon drifted toward my lower back. And that's when I laughed.
"What?" he asked.
"Oh, it's just funny. All I can think of right now is the line 'Running' where you say 'rub you down'. It's always reminded me of getting a massage." I neglected to mention who gave me the massages in those reveries, since I was talking him that very moment.
"Really?"
"Yeah. Except I always imagined baby oil as being part of the equation."
"Sorry I don't have baby oil," he said. "All I have is lube."
That space represents my heart skipping a beat. After I recovered, I said, "That'll work."
Nick moved his hands off me, and I heard the nightstand drawer open. "The only question," he said, "is, where do you want it?"
"That depends. Is this a full body massage?"
"It can be."
"Let's do it then," I said, lifting up my waist. Nick took the signal and pulled my boxers off. Soon I felt a cold sensation on my ass, contrasted by Nick's warm fingers. He let one slide into me, and soon it was joined by another.
"You sure about this?" he asked.
"Yeah," I said weakly.
"You clean?"
"Yep." I didn't ask him the same. I didn't care.
With that, he pulled his fingers out of me. "You wanna turn around?" he asked while stripping off Snoopy.
"Okay," I said, turning around. I stared at the ceiling as I felt his head press against me. At the same time, he grabbed hold of my member and starting caressing it. He entered me almost painlessly, and barely a sound came from me. I looked into his eyes as he bent down to kiss me. Closing my eyes, I felt his tongue enter my mouth. I normally fight for dominance in the tongue war, but this time I just let Nick conquer me completely. This was the man who influenced me more than anyone else in music.
Nick was a very skilled jacker, and within moments I came. He was using the same rhythm to pound me. After a few seconds, I felt the cum drip off Nick's stomach and onto mine. All my quivering must have sent Nick over the edge, because seconds later he moaned loader than I had, and I felt the warm sensation of cum fill me. Call it weird, but at this point I had "Come Original" stuck in my head. And the guy who sings it was cumming quite originally in me right then. Hee hee. During all this we never broke our kiss.
But wait! there's more. For a while we just lay there. I stopped supporting myself with my arms so I could put them around Nick, who was still in me. I ran my hands up and down his muscular back. Finally, he pulled out of me and my mouth, and after looking into my eyes, he kissed me more gently than before. He licked my lips, and took my lower lip into his mouth. Then he rolled off me. Of course, all my cum had splashed onto him and myself, so I decided to clean him off. With my tongue, of course. After getting all of it, I kept licking him up and down his stomach. Then I settled on one nipple and started sucking it. I used my hand for the other one. After a couple minutes, I switched my mouth and hand. I could hear Nick's breathing get slower. After a minute he said, "Let me clean you off now."
"Okay." I rolled on my back, and Nick started licking my stomach. Man, his tongue. He moved it side-to-side slightly as he went up and down my stomach. Why didn't I think of that? He picked with his tongue at my belly button, twirling it around. Then he started to suck my nipples, and I ran my hands through his extremely short hair. After a minute I felt Nick's head go father down my body. He started licking below the waist, much to my surprise. He was considerate of how sensitive I'd be after cumming. I quivered at the feeling of his tongue carressing my shaft. Then he took my sack in his mouth and started sucking gently. Even after all this, of course, we weren't completely clean.
"You wanna take a shower now?" It's like he was reading my mind.
"Actually, I just want to sleep," I said in a really content voice.
"Sorry man, I have to leave early in the morning. We have to be at Syracuse tomorrow night."
Damn. "Oh yeah, that is pretty far. I guess I can shower before I go."
The shower was fun, except for my knowing it was the last thing we'd do together, probably for life. I started cleaning him off with a washcloth. I slowly moved it down his chest, swirling my hand every now and then. Then I reached his soft cock, and I used both hands to lather it up. His cock swelled in my hands, and I couldn't resist jacking him off. He moaned with pleasure, so I kept at it. I got behind him and started grinding into his ass with a raging hard-on. My right hand jacked him while my left fondled his sack. Finally, I felt his body quiver, and he came again. Then it was his turn to clean me. His method of cleaning was to get on his knees and blow me. The feeling of his lips on my head was so sweet. His teeth were at the perfect pressure. And his tongue -- beyond description. I'd never received a blow job standing up before. God, Nick was so passionate about it. I put my hands on his head to keep him close. Hope I didn't suffocate him. Within moments I had my first standing orgasm. Needless to say I was weak in the knees, but good old Saint Nick caught me in his arms (and I hadn't even noticed him stand up). With my head tilted back, he took the opportunity to make out some more. He really likes doing that. Must be because of the tongue, or vice versa. Finally, we cleaned each other off for real, and dried each other off.
In a very bittersweet moment, I got dressed. Nick put my shirt on for me. He's hot_and_sweet. He apologized since I couldn't stay, but he gave me his phone number, which surprised me more than all the naked parts combined. We kissed softly, and then he walked me to my car. We held hands the whole way. When we got to my car, he yawned (which he looks so cute doing), and then he grabbed hold of me to steal a hug. Then one last kiss, and I reluctantly got in my car, holding onto his hand until the last possible moment. He waved to me as I pulled out, and I waved back. Then he made a blowjob gesture with his fist and tongue-in-cheek, and I cracked up. I stared at him in the rearview mirror until he was out of sight (and almost hit a parked car), and then put_Soundsystem_in my player with "Come Original" on a continous loop.
"Come original, you've got to come original/All entertainers, come original."