"You really wanted it this morning, didn't you?" Leonard said. He laughed as he rose off Dan on the bed. "And, woowie, look at that hole." He grabbed a hand mirror off the dresser and held it between Dan's bent and spread legs, his buttocks elevated on a bolster, so the younger guy by a good twenty-five years could see the effects of how Leonard had worked him. Leonard was exuberant in having exhibited that he still was this virile.
Leonard was Dan's boss at The Rocket, a live music hall in what had been a movie theater on North 14th Street in downtown Allentown, Pennsylvania. The movie business had gone downhill in this somewhat seedy part of a steel town still reeling from the pullout of Bethlehem Steel, but Leonard had bought the place, torn out the seats, and brought a stream of "not quite there yet" rock bands in. He was bringing traffic back to 14th Street and making enough money to make a go of it.
Dan, fresh out of Temple University, had been hired to handle the sound and lights for the shows. Leonard had fucked him in the tech booth at the opposite end of the theater stage and above the box office and theater lobby with what was called a soda can cock—not appreciably long, but demandingly thick—which had nearly zoned the young man out the first couple of times. Then he'd taken Dan home to his fourth-floor one-bedroom apartment on Edison Street and trained Dan's hole to take him. Dan had stayed for the free room and board, but he dreamed of having more than a middle-aged, paunchy, bald guy between his legs and taking the breath out of him with his weight. Dan did enjoy, though, the idea that he could sheath soda can thickness, and he enjoyed seeing how dilated his hole was after a session with Leonard.
As Leonard put the mirror back on the dresser, rolled the spent condom off his cock and arced it into a nearby wastebasket, and padded off toward the bathroom, Dan reached over to the nightstand and picked up the playbill of the rock band coming in today for a one-night stand at the theater. He had the playbill for Panther Pant, a "never went far," six-men rock band, whose hallmarks were their gyrations on stage, their gay-lyrics songs, and the long, platinum-blond hair they each had. They'd had a year or two "almost" fifteen years earlier when they were all still in their early-to-mid-twenties, but they'd been playing backup and one-night stands in nowhere towns like Allentown for the last ten years. Their sound was good for what they offered, so there was no particular reason why they hadn't hit it big. They hadn't hit it big or even medium big, but they'd done well enough to still be at it.
Dan loved their sound and always had. He also loved their look. He realized they all dyed their hair to get it platinum, but they had all stayed in shape and they showed that they had when they performed on stage. They unabashedly were gay. Most of them were tall and slim and well-muscled, although now going toward the sinewy and gaunt. They wore tight silk trousers in concert that left little to the imagination, and little or nothing above that. Most of them had great chests. The lead singer, Zeke Strange, was particularly hung, as he made obvious in his gyrations and the flimsiness of the material stretched across his crotch. The drummer, Digger, and the second singer, Pete, who also was the band manager, were going a bit to the heavy, but were still presentable enough. The long platinum hair looked a bit false on the other guys, Pete and the electronic keyboarder, Chopper, but Zeke Strange wore it well. In fact, Dan liked everything there was to like about Zeke Strange.
It had been the thought of Zeke Strange and that he'd be here, in Allentown, at The Rocket, where Dan worked, that had Dan performing in overdrive with his boss, Leonard, that morning. While Leonard was pounding him with that soda can cock and he was moving his pelvis with the thrusts and moaning deeply, Dan was thinking of Zeke fucking him. And, if everything worked out as it was progressing, Zeke
would
be fucking him in a few more hours. Leonard hadn't taken notice of the poster of the band Dan had on the wall behind his nightstand for the last couple of weeks. A lot of bands went through this town. Dan was known to have favorites and to keep their posters around during their gigs at The Rocket.
What Leonard didn't know, though, was that Dan and Zeke had been texting each other on the Internet for several weeks. It started off with Dan finding the fan club site for the band, introducing himself, and noting that he worked at a theater the band was coming to. He included a photo of himself with the initial postings. As he had hoped, Zeke picked up on the conversation and the two homed in on each other privately. Dan had remarked on how fine Zeke looked in his shirtless costumes and his appreciation that Zeke and other band members were openly gay and his fans had accepted that. Zeke had wanted Dan to show him a picture of Dan shirtless too and had asked if Dan also was openly gay.
Not openly, Dan, had said when responding with a shirtless photo, but, yes, gay. Bottom or top? Zeke had asked. Bottom, Dan answered. This led to a volunteered nude photo from Zeke and a request for one from Dan, which Dan provided. "Are you really interested or just playing games here?" Zeke texted. "If interested, send a 'spread 'em' photo showing your hole. You've seen how I'm built." Dan had been trained to Leonard's soda can cock by now, and in this training, Leonard had used a Bam dildo to open him up—eleven inches long and two-point-nine thick. A soda can is only two-point-six inches thick. So, Zeke had a "hot damn" response to the "spread 'em" photo. Dan had texted about the Bam dildo and Zeke wanted a video of Dan using that. Dan complied.
Zeke's band was showing up for a rehearsal and a sound and light check in three hours. Dan and Zeke at last would meet in the flesh. Dan rolled out of the bed, as Leonard, in a robe, came out of the bathroom to go to the kitchen to start the coffee. Dan was hard again just thinking that Zeke's band would be here soon. But he didn't let Leonard see that he was hard. He wanted to save that for this afternoon.
At the breakfast bar, as Leonard, barely covered by an old robe, worked on his fried eggs and bacon and Dan picked at his breakfast cereal, Leonard said, "You've gone awful quiet these last couple of days, Dan. I know Panther Pant is one of your favorite bands. And I know a lot of what you like about them is that they are openly gay and dominant. I'm not your father or even your partner, really, so I can't tell you what to do. But they're only here for one day. Boy bands aren't known for making relationships outside of the band Be smart and be careful. What you do on your own time is your own time. Don't let them bamboozle you. They'll only be here one day."
"Yeah, sure. No problem," Dan answered, digging his spoon into the cereal.
"And if you do let one of them fuck you, make him wear a rubber. With the fan club these guys will have, I'll bet they fuck everything in sight without a thought of where these guys have been."
"Yeah, sure."
* * * *
Dan would have been in seventh heaven perched above and across the gently sloping floor of the theater from the stage where he was tinkering with the sound and lighting as Panther Pant rehearsed if he hadn't been trembling in anticipation. When the band had come in from the psychedelically decorated old Greyhound bus they'd converted for their transportation and that was parked out in front of the theater, helping to promote their gig, both Leonard and Dan had been at the door to greet them and show them what was where.
When Dan's turn came to shake the hand of the lead singer, Zeke Strange, the performer held his hand for longer than need be and looked him up and down. "So, you're Dan Kent from the band's fan club site, are you?"
"Yes," Dan answered in a breathy voice. And then, because he was worried sick about it, he added, "Are you disappointed?"
"Not the least bit," Zeke said. "The photos were really of you. You'd be appalled to know how often that isn't the case."
I'd probably be appalled to know how often you've received naked photos of male fans, Dan thought.
Other band members intruded, taking note of Dan and doing so, in Dan's perception, in an interested and sniggering way that suggested to him that Zeke had shared his photos and message exchanges with them. Zeke broke in, though, and said, "So, you'll be working where while we're rehearsing up here on stage?"
"Up there," Dan answered, pointing up to the glassed-in tech booth at the other end of the theater in what originally had been the movie theater's balcony and projection room.
"And you work alone up there, do you?"
"Yes. All alone," Dan said with a gulp. "And it's soundproof."
"How convenient. I'll see you later, unless you chicken out."
"I won't. I promise."
"Did you bring the Bam?" Zeke asked, knowing that Dan would understand that he was referring to the monster dildo that he'd had Dan work himself with to an ejaculation in a video he'd sent Zeke.
