Chapter 8 - Rising
We stopped for dinner on the way back to the hotel and then returned to our rooms. I called my parents and told them all about the songs that we had auditioned. We had spent so much time in Nashville during our initial recording sessions that we had already seen all the sights. So it was hard to find other subjects to talk about.
Our second CD had been released the three months previously and we now had four songs off of it that had broken into the top 100. One of them was mine. It was named "I Surrender", and was a song aimed at teenage rebellion.
They did have several pieces of news though. "I surrender" had reached number 70 the last time I had heard, but Daddy said that according to the newest report it would probably be in the top 50 by the end of the week.
We have been invited to appear on the big Christian TV cable network fund raiser in two weeks. The management company had been planning our first west coast tour and the TV appearance would fit right into that schedule. Daddy was planning to send the driver out with the new bus a week early as a shakedown of all the systems, and then we would all fly out to meet it. Then we would tour California and the western states and work our way back towards home. After our return, The Gospel awards show ceremony would be televised and we would sing on it as the Stone Family. It was also on that show that I might receive the New Male Vocalist of the Year award.
After I hung up I took my guitar and went down to Chris's room as if we were going to rehearse. Chris had taken a shower and was sitting around in a robe when I arrived. He said, "why don't you join me there is another robe in the bathroom".
So I went into the bathroom and took a quick shower. After I came out I asked him if he wanted a massage. He nodded yes so I told him to lay on the bed on his stomach with his head hanging over the foot of the bed. I grabbed the sides of his robe and took it off of him. I also removed mine and stood at the foot of the bed straddling the back of his head. I gradually squeezed my thighs together so he couldn't move his head. Then I leaned forward and began massaging his neck and upper back, working from head to foot...
My cock and balls were being caressed by hair on the back of his head. I leaned still farther and moved my finger s to massage his butt and gradually I lay still farther forward until I could massage his thighs and calves... Not a word was spoken but I could tell that it was pleasing him...he writhed and moaned in time with my fingers.
I stood back up and opened my thighs and told him to roll over. Now he was staring at the underside of my cock and balls. I again gripped his head between my thighs so he couldn't move it and began massaging his chest and abs. I squatted down so that I could rub his face with my cock... every time he tried to get his mouth on it, I raised it up just out of his reach. I continued to massage his stomach, upper thighs and his calves. Looking down between my own thighs I could see a trail of pre-cum all over his face. Again I lay forward as I reached for his thighs. I was almost in a push-up position and he raised his cock to meet my waiting lips. I opened my mouth and allowed it to enter. At the same time I slackened my thighs so he could reach my cock and then guided it between his lips. I gradually began fucking his mouth. And he did the same to me. Needing to cum, I became more forceful and screwed it in and out faster and faster. He matched my thrusts until I could actually feel his cock swelling between my lips. Then suddenly I felt the cum gushing into my mouth. My own erupted and he had to gulp in order to contain it all. Gradually the pace slowed until I lay forward and rested my face on his thighs.
Sometime later, I went into the bathroom and rinsed my face and cock. As I slowly got dressed we both talked about how wonderful it felt and how we looked forward to more of the same during the week--It was then only Tuesday--and we did...more of the same that is.
Chapter 9 - Soaring
It all started off innocently enough--if that can be said considering the extent of our secret relationship....
All day Wednesday we had been working and had been to several of the smaller publishing houses and had tried out many different songs. After dinner, I went to my room just in case my parents called to check on me. Even though I was an adult legally, I was still their kid and had to check in with them to make sure that I wasn't running wild in Nashville. Chris had gone to his room to get something and when he returned he had a small bag in his hand. I asked, "What do you have, is that a present for me"?
He said, "In a way... "
After the phone call we lay back on the bed and were lying there kissing and caressing and were gradually undressing each other. He unbuttoned my shirt, I unbuttoned his... It had progressed to the point where we were holding each other's bare cocks and I was just about to go down on him when he whispered , "Have you ever thought about other ways of making love to each other......"
The thought had occurred to me but I was too inexperience to even know how to go about it. I knew what men and women do from the basic sex education that I had from the home schooling textbooks that I had read, but I was still in the dark about the physical side of even straight sex let alone the ins and outs of gay. I did know that every time he licks my crack it just about sends me over the edge. I was very sensitive on the outer parts but I had never been penetrated except for the tip of his tongue. I wasn't too sure about the whole thing. I told him, "It had crossed my mind but I can't do everything to you that you do to me..."
Sucking cock though seemed to be instinctive in me. Sometimes I was in a quandary as to why. In those moments of reflection after I had a bout with Chris I just shook my head in shame--Why did I want to do those things??? But, it didn't stop me for going back for more. I had no idea, but I also thought that fucking was different. In my private moments I knew that eventually would have a relationship with some or all those screaming girls that seemed to think I was so sexy. I was becoming a real horn-dog and eventually I was going to get it on with some of them.
I knew nothing about bisexuality. But I did know that I could get it on with girls because some of my most hot jack-off sessions were with girls in mind. Chris told me that when he was on the road, he occasionally already did so. He said he was just like a sailor. He had girls in every one of the major cities that he toured. But it was these times when the gay side came out, that risked the career that he had built up. It would also risk my own while it was still in its infancy.
He said, "We can't get much closer than we already are, but I really want you to at least try it with me...it is a big step because you are young and inexperienced but it is something that I have tried a few times and it really is an intimate thing that can draw us even closer".
I innocently asked, "But if I don't like it, couldn't it also push us away from each other"?
He reassured me, "If you don't like it we'll stop. I won't pressure you until you are interested. Anyway, it is I who wants you to do it to me...".
I admitted, "Now you've got me curious about how it feels, but you will have to teach me...I, ...I, ...I really don't think I want to be fucked but...but if it makes you happy, I'll give it a try".
So, he got the bag and got out a tube of creamy goo and a box of condoms. He said, "This is lube and it is made for this purpose."
He opened it and squeezed a big glob on my fingers and told me to rub it on my cock...then he opened a condom. It was the first one I had ever seen in person... I had seen pictures in books but it was the first one that I had ever touched. He put it on the head of my cock and rolled it down. I swear, just putting it on me and rolling it down almost made me cum right then. It seemed that the flare of my cock head swelled up even more than it already does when the rubber touched it. He lubed the outside of the condom then he put some between his legs and in his hole...then we went back to kissing.
As things reheated, he spread his knees wide open and rolled me on top of him ...we continued to kiss and the head of my cock soon was wedged between his legs and almost into position. He slid his hand between us and positioned me at the entrance. I focused all my mind on the head of my cock and as I pushed it forward it began to slowly penetrate him...we continued to kiss and although I reduced the pressure, he rolled his hips forward stabbed himself on my cock. It slowly slid in. I entered all the way--at least as much as I had--after all I was just a developing boy...
I slowly began easing it in and out of his passage and he responded by thrusting his hips forward and back...we were still kissing but I turned my head to the side and still focusing on the sensations that were caressing the head of my cock I picked up the pace until I was in those wonderful "short rows" again... I made faster and shorter strokes. He encouraged me with his murmuring. Quickly the spasms come over me and I was done... We lay there and I was completely spent but I could feel his still-hard cock between us. Mine was deflating and was soon squeezed out of his hole and I bent down and took his in my mouth and gave him the best blow job that I could in that condition. Afterward, I slowly walked to the bathroom and with "dainty" fingertips stripped off the condom and disposed of it. I washed thoroughly and hobbled back into the bedroom.
He asked, "How was it...was it worth trying again"?
I said, "To tell the truth, I really don't know..."
I left the thought dangling in mid-air. Although we would do it again many times over in the coming months and years, at that point it was not really my "thing". I was more of a spontaneous person. It seemed like a whole lot of trouble and planning just to get off. But I reassured him that it was something we could share...
I could tell Chris was disappointed, but it was the truth.
The next morning, I met Chris for in the hotel Coffee shop for breakfast. We still had two days of meetings lined up and the promoter had scheduled us to play at a Nashville record shop that was well know for personal appearances by recording artists. This show was broadcast live all over the south so it was good publicity for our up-coming sessions. So we planned out the songs we would perform and then were off to the publishers. That is the day we found our future hit, "Battleground".
This song had been written by a former soldier who had served in the first Gulf War. It was about internal battles that we fight instead of the actual war that he fought in. The publisher didn't think all that much of it, but it was written by a friend of his so he had agreed to publish it. The moment we heard it we saw the possibilities of a big two-part harmony hit. Although we heard other good songs that day, we signed for the right to use it on our CD. We also stayed there for several hours and practiced it until we had our parts memorized. We told the owner that we would sing it on the radio that night. He was a little dubious because he thought we were a little too premature in airing it without it being recorded and released but we decided to do it anyway.
The record shop is on one of the regular tourist routes in the city. In addition to the Country Music Hall of Fame and the Grand ole Opry, it is probably among the top tourist attractions in the area. The people stand out on the sidewalk and listen and get to meet the artists up close and personal as they enter and leave.
We were introduced and came on the stage. Obviously we were not country. There was a polite round of applause when we began to play one of Chris's Gospel hits. Our harmony was great. The applause grew stronger and the crowd friendlier. We sang "Ripples". The applause again multiplied and there was a roar from the men as well as screams from the ladies. When we played "Battleground" the reaction was deafening! We had to do three encores. It was impossible to get off the stage and out of the building. The manager finally had to call the police and ask for an escort to get us out of the area and back to Chris's car. We were pawed and kissed and patted on the back and groped...Later that night Chris received a call from the Manager of the shop. One of the latter acts on the show that night was a member of the Grand Ole Opry and he hosts one of the segments of the Saturday night show. He wanted to invite us to appear that Saturday night on his segment as his latest "discovery".
For you city folks, the Grand Ole Opry is the Mecca for country music, and is the oldest continuous live broadcast in radio. To be a member of the Opry is an honor given to established stars. In the old days, if you were a good ole boy and had one obscure hit you might became a member for life. Now days, you have to be an established star with a string of hits. All members must agree to appear on the show live a certain number of nights per year. At one time they had to appear 26 times. That was a big financial burden for many who earned most of their income from personal appearances, so now there is no minimum but they must appear regularly. But each member who hosted was allowed to invite as many gust artists to appear on his segment as he could fit into that time slot. So, for guests who appear, it is an honor beyond measure.
The radio show starts at 7 PM and goes until 10. The show is broken up into segments and each one has a different host. Prime time slots are taken by the most senior members. Our "discoverer" was a very senior member--it was Billy Crowder, one of the biggest stars!
Naturally Chris agreed for us to appear. When I called home to check in, Daddy had heard the Record Shop show and was ecstatic. He said we had never sounded better and the song "Battleground" was a sure hit. When I broke the news about appearing as a guest on the Opry he was overjoyed. Despite the fact that the Opry was country, listening to the Opry an Saturday night was as traditional as going to church on Sunday. Everybody did it. It didn't matter how religious you were, you listened. Even out on the
Daddy said he would love to bring the family down and watch if I could get tickets, so I told him I would try to get some. So, Chris called the shop manager back and the manager put him in touch with the host of our segment, Billy. When Chris called him, he explained the situation with my family--how we had several Gospel hits and had been singing together for our whole lives.
Billy said, "Let me do some checking and I'll get back to you".
About fifteen minutes later, he called back and told Chris, "I have already filled out my own segment. But I called one of my friends who hosts the first segment, and The Stone Family is now scheduled to appear on the 7 PM segment of the show"!
I certainly was not expecting that. All we originally wanted was tickets for them. Now I would appear on two different segments on the same night! Once with my family, and once with Chris.
It was one AM in the hollow when I called home. Daddy sleepily answered the phone and said, "What's wrong? Are you in trouble? Are you sick? What's the matter? What have you done now?"
I told him, "I am sorry to call you so late, but I just had to tell you. They want the family to play on the seven o'clock Opry show and then Chris and I will do "Battleground" at eight".
You could have heard the whooping and hollering for a mile--I had to take the phone away from my ear it was so loud. He shouted for Mamma and laughingly yelled in the phone, "Son what have you done"?????
He couldn't stop laughing, so Mamma came on the line and I explained everything to her and she likewise was overjoyed. After we chatted about the show for a few more minutes, it was arranged that they would have the driver bring the family down in our new bus and would arrive on Saturday afternoon about lunchtime.