Rockstar

A story from the Word Game: Rockstar, Groupie, Blowjob - Thomas C

All characters are 18+

Shaun stopped telling his pals where he was going every weekend. It’s not that he was embarrassed by it, it’s just that none of them would understand. Going to see him once was a dream come true when he was a kid, but now that he could afford to follow the man around the country on tour, he spent the entire week living for Saturday nights.

Could he be described as a groupie? Quite possibly. He knew every word to every song that the man had ever written. He’d been to thirty of his concerts in the last two years alone, and considering Shaun was only eighteen, that was saying something.

His family knew of his infatuation with the rockstar, but only his closest friends knew just how fascinated he truly was.

Damon was an icon. Every song that he sang made sense to Shaun, every word, every note, every movement he made, it just worked.

The teen had managed to get a hug off the twenty-four year old a year ago, and he was sure that he hadn’t washed the t-shirt since. Even the smell of the man was intoxicating, but tonight it would be different.

It had cost him most of his life’s savings to get the ticket, but it would be worth it. Being a VIP at this show meant backstage access and a meet and greet, and that was something that to Shaun, was utterly priceless.

The arena was packed with people. As usual, the concert had sold out in minutes, but Shaun always got a ticket, and so he was ushered with the rest of the VIP’s, most of whom were female, to the front row and the hours that followed were some of the best of his life.

Damon played magically, and on more than one occasion, got so close to Shaun that the teen felt his saliva spray down on him. He covered his face with his hand when he licked it off.

There was something so wonderfully enticing about the blond haired superstar. He exuded confidence, he walked with purpose, he sang with gusto, he was perfect in every way, and when the curtains finally closed, Shaun felt sick with excitement.

“This way” a large bodyguard called, herding the excited fangirls and fanboy toward a set of steps leading into the ground.

Shaun shook like a leaf.

“I’m going to ask him to sign my tits” he heard one stunning blond woman tell her friend, “and if he wants to take me back to an afterparty, he can do whatever he wants!”

“Samantha!” Her friend shrieked with excitement, “he has a fiance!”

“So what?” The young woman shrugged, pasting her plump lips with lipstick, “he’s a celebrity, they cheat all the time”.

The nervous young man felt a sting of jealousy. He’d spent countless nights fantasising over Damon, yet he wasn’t the right gender to get anything more than a forced hug. The young woman before him could have very well seduced the man, and that made Shaun furious.

Perhaps he could wear a wig and a dress sometime. Maybe that would tempt the stunning singer, though he doubted it very much. Shaun was cute, but only as a man and the truth was, Shaun was straight. Something about Damon though, made him feel a little different.

“Line up, and don’t get too rowdy or he won’t see you” the bald bodyguard called out as the young fans excitedly formed a line.

Through pushes and shoves, Shaun ended up at the very back. It wasn’t fair, the bodyguards seemed to favour the pretty young women, and looked at him as though he was some type of weirdo. Maybe he was a weirdo, but the man sitting at the table in the distance was the only person in the world he’d ever looked up to.

The process was slow. Each young woman did her best to flirt with Damon, but he seemed well used to the shenanigans by now, and although he was friendly, it was clear to tell that he had no interest in any of them.

The blond with the lipstick was up next, leaving only one other person before Shaun. The boy was trembling, and he was sure that his heart would give out at any second. The last and only time he’d actually met Damon, was in a crowd of wild fans, and the hug that he’d gotten was more of a brush of the man’s arm.

He watched as the young woman pushed up her tits and Damon smiled his beautifully white, gleaming smile and scrawled his name across them. She said something to him, and Shaun could only guess what it was, but the handsome rockstar smiled again and shook his head, and a moment later, the woman walked away looking sour.

The next woman spent even less time with Damon, and it was clear that the man was tired. He signed his name, spoke to her briefly and she left after her friend, looking equally as bitter.

Shaun was up. Every inch of his body was alive with nervousness and excitement. He’d never been the most confident person anyway, but this was a whole new level. For a moment he forgot how to walk, and almost stumbled over himself as he moved forward. He was glad now that there was nobody behind him to see, but Damon’s eyes were on him, and that was all that mattered.

“H… H… H…”

Damon raised a brow as he smiled at the ecstatic fan.

“Hey”.

The singer’s lip curled and he laughed at the nervousness of the boy.

“What’s your name, bro?”

He’d called him bro. The young man felt like melting into the floor. He actually called him bro!

“S… Shaun” he replied, swallowing a lump in his throat, then coughing because it went down the wrong way.

Damon rubbed his mouth, hiding another laugh and glanced back up at the cute teen.

“How old are you, Shaun?” He asked with a smooth air of confidence.

“Eight” Shaun told him with a nod.

“You’re pretty big for eight” Damon laughed, and Shaun felt his stomach explode.

“Eighteen! I’m eighteen, not eight” he laughed back, awkwardly.

“Well Shaun whose eighteen not eight, it’s nice to meet you”.

“Me too… I mean, you too… It’s nice to meet you, too. I met you before, but only for a second, it was back when you were doing that tour in October last year, you know the one with the um… You know the uh…”

“I know the one” the man smiled warmly, “thanks for your support, man”.

“Y… You’re welcome” Shaun gulped, “I’m a big fan”.

“I noticed” he said, picking up a marker, “now where do you want me to sign?”

Shaun looked around. He’d forgotten to bring something for the man to sign. How the fuck had he forgotten something so fucking important?! He wanted to drive his head through the table, but Damon would think he was even weirder than he already thought.

“Shit” the teen sighed.

Damon studied him for a moment. His crystal blue eyes trailing the young man before he sat back and smiled.

“I can’t let you leave without something to remember me by, can I?” He asked, and Shaun rubbed his face.

“I’m sorry” he groaned, “I’ll bring something next time”.

“Hey Bruce!” Damon called, and one of the bodyguards looked over, “give us a moment, will you?”

Shaun glanced back over his shoulder as the bald man nodded and walked back up the stairs into the arena. The remaining two followed, and suddenly he was alone with one of the most famous people on the planet, and his brain stopped working.

“I guess you like me a lot” Damon said and Shaun nodded violently.

“Do you like me enough to suck my cock?”

When Shaun woke up he was propped in a chair with a cushion behind his head. Perhaps the whole thing had been a dream, and if so, it was the best damn dream the eighteen-year-old ever had, but when his eyes began to focus once more, the room became clear.

“So I’m gonna take that as a no” the silky voice of Damon said, and Shaun’s eyes widened as his heart slammed hard in his chest.

“I… What… I… YES!… I mean, what did you ask me?”

Damon was sitting opposite him, his trademark smile on his handsome face and a devilish look in his eyes.

“Will you suck my cock?”

Shaun had to use every ounce of strength in his body to avoid passing out again. It was real. The Damon had just asked him to suck his fricking cock!

“Yes” he replied almost instantly, and Damon’s eyebrow raised.

“I thought I’d scared you to death for a moment” the rockstar smiled, “but if not, I guess you better get over here and get started”.

The young man felt frozen to the chair. Every part of him seemed to scream in delight, but his stupid fucking limbs were heavy and uncooperative. He dragged himself to his feet, walking like a newborn giraffe, until he turned around the desk, and his eyes fell on the most beautiful thing he had ever seen.

Damon’s black jeans were already around his ankles, as too were his boxer shorts. His heavily tattooed hand held a mammoth cock with a fat, plum sized helmet that was already slick with pre-cum.

“I hope you don’t mind” he grinned, “I got started without you”.

Shaun was speechless. He simply stared at the man’s throbbing member until Damon wiggled it at him. It looked to be about eight inches of pure, bulging man.

“On your knees” Damon told him, and Shaun simply dropped like a bag of bricks.

The waft of expensive cologne and sweat hit him in the throat and made his own prick harden instantly. This couldn’t be real. There was simply no fucking way that he was this close to Damon’s junk.

“I’ve got a flight to catch, man” the singer smirked, “let’s get this going”.

Shaun gulped and leaned forward. His brain buzzed until his mouth reached the tip of the slick cock, and slowly he took it inside him.

Part of him wanted to cry out in joy. This was the most magical experience of his life, and as he took more of the fleshy pole into his mouth, he felt the man relax into the blowjob.

He’d never sucked a cock in his life. He wasn’t even sure he wanted to suck a cock, but Damon could have asked him to do anything in the world, and he would have done it with a smile on his face.

The young man bobbed up and down the celebrity’s rod, savouring every taste and every feeling in his body.

He let the man into his throat, suppressing gags as he deep-throated Damon’s tool. He couldn’t gag in front of him, no way.

The man ran his hand through Shaun’s thick, brown hair and the teen almost came in his pants at the touch. He gripped the lad’s head, forcing it down a little further, and moaned softly.

He just made Damon moan! He drove himself further. If Damon wanted to impale him, then so be it. Breathing didn’t even matter anymore.

The singer gasped and groaned as Shaun choked. Every stroke sent shocks of pleasure through him, until finally he was ready.

“I’m gonna cum now” he explained through pleasured sighs, “and I want you to swallow every drop”.

Shaun mumbled a response, but his mouth was too full of dick to hear what it was.

Damon thrust his hips deeper into the young man, pressing his wet balls firmly against his chin, until his prick began to spasm and he fed his young fan roughly.

Shaun felt it burst into his throat, coating the walls and sliding into his stomach. More of it exploded from him, flooding his mouth so he could taste the precious seed. He gulped it, taking in as much as he could, until the man’s cock twitched and began to soften.

“Clean it up” he said, and Shaun was only to happy to obey.

He let the flaccid, wet member slide from between his lips, and held it whilst he licked away the stray trails of cum. Damon stared down at him with a grin on his face, until his cock was spotless.

“Thanks for that, bro” he sighed, as Shaun reluctantly sat back on his ankles, “these tours have me exhausted, and horny as fuck”.

Shaun nodded but he wasn’t sure that he was a functioning human being anymore.

“Hey listen, as a thank you” Damon said, and dragged his jeans off followed by his black underwear, “I want you to have these”.

He handed an awestruck Shaun his boxer shorts and smiled.

“I’ve been wearing them for three days” he whispered, “even fucked a couple of loads into them”.

Shaun took them in his hand and felt tears well up in his eyes.

“And I like that mouth of yours, Shaun” he continued, “so your future VIP tickets are on me”.