Strange days Ch06: The band cums around
The Band Cums Around
Jstarret78
Editor's Note: John, conflicted, faces his biggest sexual challenge. Except for Lizzy and Kevin (ref: 04 Linking with Kevin), it's been one on one. Now he finds himself in an incredibly difficult situation.
Each story escalates John's journey deeper into unusual sexual experiences. Can John do the music without the band doing him?
The stories are raw sex, feminization, fetishes, anal fixation and exploitation. If it is not your cup of tea, move on.
Although it's a fantasy, it's exciting to put yourself in John's place, can you imagine it? There is nothing wrong with it, if it's safe and feels good, enjoy, it's great getting off.
You're not going to be naked in a recording studio, unless there are ulterior motives.
To better understand John's slide into deviant sex, start at 'Strange Days 01 One Hell of a Ride'. Those stories would help you understand him and this episode better.
Last lines from Strange Days CH05: Making Music.
Frank introduced them as Sammy on the drums, Nate on bass guitar, Evers on piano and Lamont, lead guitar.
They seemed like a nice bunch of guys.
They went to setup, plug in and adjust their sound. I went to the control booth and ask in what order Frank would like me to do the songs. As we were talking it over, the band started warming up. They sounded great.
I went out to the mic with my guitar and waited for a signal to start.
Frank's voice came over the intercom, "Ok, we're setup, there is only one thing left to do."
"John, get undress."
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"What the hell." I took my guitar off and walked to the control room. "Frank, you can't be serious. I'm not going to stand there naked in front of these four guys, that is not going to happen."
"John, you said you would trust me, and it made a difference in your sound. Hasn't it?"
"Yes, it has, but I really don't think it's necessary for me to strip down, not this time, I'm relaxed, there's no reason." Looking down at the floor, I continued, "I don't even think I could do it; I would be impossibly embarrassed. Anyway, look where we ended up, in your bed (ref: #05 Making Music). That can't happen, not with these guys."
Frank grabbed the monitor mike and looked out the booth's window. "Hey guys, you don't mind if John here gets naked, do you? After all, we do it all the time, right boys?"
There was a chorus in reply, 'yeah man, always, no problem, like always, chill out'.
Turning back to me Frank said, "You see? Don't worry about these guys. If you want to finish this, you need to follow my instructions."
Resigned, I turned and walked back to the stage. I couldn't wrap my head around what I was about to do. I turned to look at the band, but they seemed indifferent about the whole thing.
I took stock of each of them. Nate, the bass player was a big guy, about 6'2", looked to weigh about 230 pounds. He sported dreadlocks, full lips and big hands, great for bass guitar. Lamont was a little shorter, messy hair, fairer skin and slight build. He was the most normal of the group. Sammy was the most sophisticated of the band. Unlike the other three, I could see he dressed well, he was about 5'10", a slight build, quiet and watchful. The three of them were good looking guys. Then there is Evers, he is different from the rest. He stood about 5'5", with a pleasant face, big lips, unshaved look and weaved hair. He appeared effeminate. He wore a frilly shirt and tight pants that helped displayed a shapely ass.
I stripped my tee off and frowned at Frank as I unbuckled my belt. With one move I dropped both my pants and underwear. Sitting down on a nearby chair, I removed my shoes, socks and pants. When I stood back up, I only focused on Frank. I was embarrassed standing naked in a room with these four black musicians.
But as usual, my cock was churning, I can never stop it. Everyone was dressed, but I was naked. I knew my ass would get their attention. The thought started a strong tingling and twitching in my asshole. I could feel it into my balls. I was afraid my cock might get hard.
As I waited for Frank to queue up the recorders, I was trying to get comfortable with my situation, when I heard one of the guys say, "damn."
Surprised, I turned my head to see who had said it. My eyes met Lamont's who had a big grin on his face when he said, "Why you embarrassed? Your hot man, damn fine booty."
Ignoring him, I said, "Come on guys, we're here to lay down some tracks. Please let's concentrate on that."
Nate was the first to speak up, "Ok, hey guys, eyes front." That started the four of them laughing. Encouraged, Nate continued, "No one is allowed to look at that fucking perfect ass, hear me?" The laughter turned to a roar as they all seemed to think it was the funniest thing they had ever heard.
By this time Frank was ready and gave us the thumbs up. Not able to do much about my situation, I counted out and we ripped into the first song.
We were recording instrumental and vocal at the same time, which would speed things along. The first song needed only two takes, the second song took several takes as Nate's base runs seemed to be somewhere else, he wasn't focused. I stopped midway through the third take and turned to look at him. I caught him staring at my ass.
"Nate cut it out," I said, aggravated.
"Hey man, sorry," he replied, "the ways you swaying that ass, fuck me man."
Pissed, I took off my guitar and walked to the booth, "See what's happening Frank, it's not working. I should never have stripped down, damn it."
"Calm down John, they're just having fun. If it will make you feel better, put your underwear on."
"I should get dressed."
"The underwear is good for now. It covers that bubble butt of yours; you should be fine."