"You're Gordy Hightower, right?"
Gordy looked up through the haze of drugs and booze and the wandering hands of the two stagehands who were introducing him to the delights of the Big O Ranch Nightclub outside of Colorado Springs.
"Yeah, that's me. Something you want signed?" he asked, his voice a bit slurred, a hand brushing the long, straight, black hair away from his face. Gordy was a handsome, perfectly proportioned Lakota Native American of twenty-three and a current pop music star doing a national tour. He was giving a concert at the nearby Red Rocks open-air amphitheater the next night, and two of the stagehands, knowing he was gay and promiscuous, had volunteered to take him to a rocking gay nightclub with a huge swimming pool as the focal point at a ranch. They were locals and knew the club manager would pay them for bringing talent like Gordy to the club to be seen and maybe even to perform for free. On impulse--Gordy did everything on impulse--he'd let them take him on the club crawl. They'd supplied the drugs, the booze, and the wandering hands.
They were looking to score with a rock star--something they could brag about later: "I was in on doubling Gordy Hightower"--and there was every reason to believe that Gordy would give them the thrill they sought. He had that reputation in the entertainment industry, and the stage hands hadn't found it hard at all to entice him into the adventure.
It was a pool club. Everyone was in Speedos or less. There also was a stage by the pool, with a band and pole dancers at the side.
Gordy was having a rocking good time. The band wasn't bad. The pole dancers were inspiring. The two stagehands were two big, muscular bruisers. Gordy had a beautiful brown body, but he was willowy rather than bulked up and his signature long, straight, black hair descending to his waist gave him somewhat of an androgynous look. It was a given when the stage hands offered to show him a good time that they'd be fucking him. Gordy was an easy lay. He'd responded to their signaling from the get go. They already had him between them backstage after the concert rehearsal, fondling and kissing. It wouldn't be much of a rearrangement of bodies to put them in a double penetration position. Gordy's reputation was casual gay bottom.
The place was rocking and there were hundreds of beautiful gay men enjoying the pool, the band, and each other. With his exotic looks, Gordy was a recognizable celebrity and was being ogled by all of those around him. He wasn't the only recognizable figure there, though. A couple of tables over, a monster of a muscular hunk, the gay porn star Austin Hawk, had set up court with his fans. At six-foot-seven and 240 pounds of muscle and a cock that was celebrated on film, he was as much in the eye of those at the club as Gordy was. The two had noticed each other too and had exchanged steamy looks. Much of what Gordy was freely letting the stage crew guys do with their hands on his body stemmed from Gordy imagining Austin Hawk doing to him.
The man hovering over the table, assuring himself that Gordy was the Gordy Hightower, rock star, was the manager of the club. He was ecstatic at having two celebrities at his club flirting with each other. This was a PR bonanza.
"How about giving the crowd a song or two?" he asked. "I'll pay you a thousand bucks for two songs on stage." That wasn't anywhere close to what Hightower normally earned for a song, but this was here, now. It would be like free money that didn't have to go through his staff and accounting process.
Gordy was beyond happy time. Much to the disappointment of the stagehands who were preparing him, he broke away from in between them and took the stage. He gave the crowd three songs, starting with his current hit "Honky-Tonk Boy," which was so popular that the band had no trouble giving him a full backing. The guys on the poles gyrated to the boisterous song and got Gordy going too. He gyrated with them, slinging his slim hips this way and that and bumping and grinding as he sang. The crowd went wild. In the third song, "Indian Giver," the guys on the poles went naked and swung their meat. Gordy joined them, swirling his long, black hair around his willowy, perfectly formed brown body, and wagging an erection at the crowd. The crowd went delirious.
The two stagehands were positioned in front the stage to catch Gordy as, naked, he stretched his arms out and did a dive of faith into their arms. They carried him off to one of the side alcoves with a curved banquette seat.
Stagehand One, stripping off his Speedo, sat on the bench and pulled Gordy down into his lap. Gordy gave him a lap dance until lust overtook them both. The stagehand positioned Gordy with Gordy's channel sliding down on the stagehand's cock. Gordy leaned back, letting his arms dangle at his side, and using the leverage of his knees on either side of the stagehand's hips, languidly fucked himself on the man's cock in a drug-induced state, while Stagehand One held the Lakota hunk's slim waist between his hands and feasted on the Native American's nipples. Gordy swayed his head, putting his long, black hair into motion, to the beat of the band on the now-distant stage. Fans gathered around, cell phones out, to capture the moment, the images later to make their way around the Internet. The publicity from this would not diminish Hightower's popularity.
Stagehand Two came in behind Gordy, moving his thighs over those of Stagehand Two. Gordy gave a little cry of surprise and pain-passion as Stagehand Two nudged Gordy's chest over into the beefy pecs of Stagehand One, rolled Gordy's buttocks up, and forced his cock into the Lakota singer's channel, sliding in on top of Stagehand One's buried shaft. The surrounding crowd went crazy.
The two stagehands got their "I was in on a doubling of Gordy Hightower" bragging-rights memory that they had been seeking and the Internet was there to prove it.
As the two stagehands shared Gordy in a fuck, the porn star, Austin Hawk, muscled himself through the ring of those who were watching the rock star being double fucked. He was naked now too and was fisting a champion-sized cock. As he watched Gordy Hightower being doubled, he pulled a young, short guy who had followed in his wake around to in front of him, facing the spectacle of Gordy being fucked. Hawk, holding the smaller guy in front of him, put the young guy on his cock, bent over at the waist, arms and feet dangling in front of him, entirely under the control of the porn star.
While Hawk was losing himself in the moment, his bodyguards were doing what they could roaming the surrounding crowd and fighting a losing battle of preventing the capture of this turn of events on cell phones.
The stagehands fucked Gordy and Austin Hawk fucked his small guy, but it was Gordy who had his eyes glued to Hawk and Hawk who was equally focused on Gordy.
When the stagehands had finished with Gordy, he looked around, his mind still much in a haze, looking for the porn star. But Austin Hawk was gone. His attention went back to the men at hand. The stage hands had set up an enterprise. Assessing the men standing in line on the beauty of their bodies and the size of their cocks and offering Gordy's tail to any of those who passed muster and would pony up $100, Gordy slouched on the bench, opening his legs to the men who passed muster and ponied up. Gordy never asked who got the money and the stagehands never offered the information.
There were "I fucked Gordy Hightower" memories to spare created that drug-infused evening. As the evening wore on, though, the honor of having done so got less and less rare.
Although it was good for business, the club manager later recalled that he thought Hightower's impulsive promiscuity was a plaintive call for help.
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Gordy Hightower wasn't the only act playing the Red Rocks Amphitheater west of Denver on Saturday afternoon, but he was the big-name main event. He'd shot up into the stratosphere of American rock stars in less than a year. It was a novelty for a Native American from a Lakota reservation in the Dakotas to zip onto stage and capture the popularity he had, but he was unique. He had a sound and an androgenous stage presence all his own with his long, black hair and sexy body that he always put on display, and he could be both outrageous and impulsive.
There were those willing pay top dollar for one of his concerts just to see how far down he was willing to strip that night. A lot of his concerts ended with an unplanned killing of the lights on the stage. There were rumors that in one private party concert he'd let a guy come up from the audience and fuck him on stage.
The morning papers didn't explicitly cover his "everyone have at me" performance at the Big O Ranch gay nightclub outside of the Colorado Springs the previous night, but there were hints in the media and more open mentions across the media. The Internet was alight with videos--from all angles. He was unpredictable and impulsive, and the current generation music and porno worlds lapped it up.
