Tracy turned around feeling the body against him. The crowd pressed toward the stage. He didn't care. It took contacts, time and cash to get the tickets to stand at her concert.
He moved like those around him, gyrating to the beat, wiggling, little foot movements. Tracy bathed himself in the lights, pyro, base beat and the nearly distorted lyrics that eminated from the huge speakers around those who left their seats.
It was Carl. He had come with Tracy after relunctantly digging into his stash of savings for the hundreds required.
They had been friends for years, doing the things friends do, sharing secrets and innocent inquiries about people, puberty and problems.
Carl moved to the music to, his body pressing against Tracy's back. Tracy didn't mind in fact he tried to move the same way as Carl's body pressed against his buttocks and back.
They were dancing together like they dared not do at the school after class dances but like they did in the privacy of Carl or Tracy's bedroom. Clad in underwear, laughing at their flopping penis each danced to whatever music they played. Even when penis rose to stiff erections they teased each other dancing close enough to sword play but never touching.
"She's great" Carl yelled in Tracy's ear as he put hands on the bare shoulders that Tracy's ripped off tee shirt displayed.
Tracy nodded. There was no point in trying to talk or even yell. It was the music that mattered.
He danced feeling the body against him move the same way. They weren't college kids worrying about tests, parents urging to find part time jobs, peers wondering why they didn't have girlfriends or relatives wondering why they weren't settling down.
It was the music that flowed over them and through their bodies taking over senses, muscles and pulse rates.
Tracy didn't feel the hands leave his shoulders at first or even slide into the front pockets of his jeans until they pulled him tighter against Carl's body.
He turned and smiled moving his butt to fit the movements of Carl's. There was something happening that night as the two became one to the beat of the music.
The hands inside his pockets moved closer until they found what they sought and played.
Tracyfelt it then. His cock, already half hard, enjoyed the fingers. His eyes darted around, nobody was watching. Everyone was staring at the people on stage.
He let the hands have him and displayed his reaction by growing harder to their touch. He felt the chest against his back and let himself lean toward it.
Carl was holding him now and he danced feeling good about his arousal and wishing they were naked feeling the full sensations of each other's bodies bathed in the sounds they both enjoyed.
"Wow she was terrific" Carl said as they moved through the exiting crowds.
Tracy's ears heard the muffled words his best friend said. He nodded and didn't acknowledge Carl's hands patting on his butt as they moved. They were maintaining the music's beat and he liked it.
"Crash at my place" Carl said as he got in the drivers seat. It wasn't a question or instruction, just a matter of fact.
"Yea" Tracy said "You got a great sound system" he explained why.
They put on the two head sets and moved to the music as they had done time and time before. Their bare bodies flexed, tightened as they moved. Their white jockey shorts cradled their growing dicks as they sought to disappear once again into the music.
Tracy moved closer his legs straddling one of Carl's, his crotch moving forward and backward aiming at Carl's obviously aroused crotch.
"Hey" Carl said as he turned the lights off "come on, keep the headset on"
He moved to the bed and Tracy followed both laying spoon fashion their brains still owned by their favorite singer.
Tracy felt the hands on his hips. He didn't mind, even when they began to remove his underwear. He lifted up so the white jockeys could slide to his thighs and he kicked them off.
Feeling behind him, he discovered Carl had already taken his off. The hips were bare as was his now.
He felt the stiffness pressed between his bare buttocks. Thoughts of kneeling and taking it in his lips over the years returned to his brain. Fantasies about it entering him when he used his fingers instead were replayed.
The music seemed to get louder as he felt Carl push it into his available orifice. It was time, perhaps long over due.
He relaxed wanting to feel Carl. Tracy moved his butt back against Carl swallowing the full length and girth.
It was if they were standing at the stage once again, Tracy's hips pressed against Carl's as they danced.
He gyrated matching Carl's movements again. But this time they were indeed naked, Carl's hands were pulling on Tracy's nipples and then moving to his own hard cock and doing more then sliding against it.
They fuck danced in bed for hours until the music ended leaving them both panting heavily and holding each other exhausted.
Tracy knew they'd awaken with their headsets sharing the bed they too share. The morning would find them recharged and hard again.
And Tracy also knew he would finally lick, kiss and suck Carl....and Carl would be doing the same to him.
The music concert was not the best memory of the night.