A music festival turns into the ultimate fan boy experience.
After four days at Sunset Sounds Ethan had had enough of warm cans of cider. Even the can cooler he had bought had done little to reduce the impact that the north coast’s 70% humidity had on a beverage. But at least he wasn’t drinking beer and walking around complaining about being bloated like his best mate Justin was. At least it slowed them both down when it came to alcoholic consumption. Neither of them had needed to run out of the tent in the middle of the night to vomit, like they had on their first music festival trip over a decade ago.
Ethan never would’ve thought that going to a musical festival at 30 would feel so different to when he had first gone as an 18-year-old. Four days in a tent on a dusty paddock didn’t quite hit the same these days. Trekking around the festival site on minimal sleep was a little trickier these days as well. And then there were the more ‘personal’ needs. Ethan remembered that first year. He and Justin had been 18, single and raring to go. As best friends they had no qualms asking the other if they could have exclusive use of the tent for a brief period, if either of them found a willing participant. There had been a few times where Ethan had sat in his camping chair, listening to both the distant thump of the late-night DJs and the sounds of another satisfied guest that Justin was entertaining. Festivals seemed to have a different set of rules when it came to hook ups. There was no holding back and no walk of shame. Each of the ladies in Justin’s case, or gents in Ethan’s case, that the friends had hooked up with left the campsite walking proudly, simply eager to get to the next gig.
But it wasn’t quite the same this time. Firstly, he needed a little more sleep than he used to. Secondly, some of the bands were ones he had never even heard of. And thirdly, Justin was engaged and that changed the dynamic when it came to hooking up. Ethan naturally felt a little guilty kicking Justin out so he could get some action, when he knew his friend wasn’t going to be able to do the same. To say that they were both a little backed up was probably an understatement.
“Bro, you want another?” Justin bumped into Ethan to get his attention, speaking loudly over the DJ who was filling time between sets.
“Nah man. I’m good. About due to head backstage.” Ethan responded just as loudly.
“Oh shit yeah. Can’t believe you won that contest. Shame it’s for the shittest band on the line up.” Justin laughed.
The New Vipers were Ethan’s guilty pleasure. They had broken through the indie scene when Ethan was 16 and just attempting to form his identity. So he latched onto an actual rock band with a hot lead singer and not just a ‘boy band’. Though he had enjoyed those in private. The indie vibes of The New Vipers allowed him to mask his true initial interest in the group, or more specifically the frontman Luca. When he had seen his high school crush James wearing a New Vipers t-shirt on sports day, his choice had been confirmed. Although his interest in James had quickly waned, he had listened to enough of the Luca-led outfit that he had actually ended up liking them.
“Knock it off! We can’t all like the mainstream shit OK?” Ethan fired back at Justin, referencing his enthusiasm for the headliners, who had just come off a stadium tour of Australia. They had yet another number 1 album and a single that you couldn’t avoid on the radio stations.
“Are you saying ‘I Love You Babe’ isn’t a work of artistic genius?” Justin feigned offence and both men laughed.
For a moment they stood quietly and Ethan took the last sip of his overheated drink.
“So you’re heading back there now?” Justin asked.
“Yeah. Hopefully get to see Luca before their set.” Ethan wiggled his eyebrows.
“Cool. So I’ve got a bit of time in the tent…?” Justin asked, a little hesitantly. Despite their years of friendship, and the many times they had heard, or occasionally seen, the other’s sexual exploits, the topic of masturbation somehow still remained taboo. Ethan had recently decided that should change though, and took the opportunity to make a statement.
“Yeah bro. Go and jerk off to your heart’s content.” Ethan followed the comment with a confident smile, hoping to show Justin that it was an acceptable admission.
“Do you have to say it so bluntly? Someone might overhear!” Justin’s eyes darted to the couple of guys standing nearby.
“Dude! No one cares if you beat your dick.” Ethan turned to the guy standing nearest to them. “Hey bro. You jerked off in your tent this week?”
Justin buried his face in his hands.
“Of course dude. Got blue balls from this chick day one. Had to deal.” The stranger held up his drink and Ethan clinked the cans together before turning back to Justin.
“See. Now go. Enjoy yourself. You want enough time for one or two sessions?”
Justin was already walking away, and flashed his middle finger over his shoulder back at his best friend.
Ethan smiled. Another step closer to an actual open conversation about the wonderful world of masturbation. Neither of them had ever denied it and, though Justin didn’t know this, Ethan had heard a few of Justin’s late night moments from their early sleepover days. And the ulterior motive was that if Justin used the tent for that purpose then Ethan would be able to ask for the same opportunity later tonight after seeing Luca lead The New Vipers on stage. He had never seen them live, but he knew that watching the frontman leap around on stage would fire something within him that would need taking care of, especially after four days with only one quick shower wank as release.
He adjusted his bulge a little, flipped the lanyard over to display the backstage pass and walked through the crowd towards the side of the stage. He flashed the badge to the security guard and was pointed through a small gap in the temporary fencing that separated the public from the talent.
The vibe backstage was just as busy as the front, but instead of huddled masses there were people rushing everywhere. Ethan kept to the edge of the area, ensuring he didn’t get in the way. He had expected the entrance to have some kind of greeter; it was the spot that the radio station had told him to enter through. Instead, he seemed to have stepped right into the throng of activity that was part of preparing the stage for the next band. Crew members bustled around, tossing cables to each other, hollering out instructions, unloading instruments from a truck that seemed far too large to be backed up against the edge of the stage.
As Ethan stood still against the fence and observed the intense activity, it began to slow. Crew members now walked around empty-handed, glancing and pointing at items that had already been placed on the stage. The black t-shirts and jeans gave way to the next musicians due to take the stage. Their look screamed ‘rock band’ and after an enthusiastic announcement from the stage, the four of them walked out to the roar of the crowd. Having done their job, the crew dispersed, presumably to rest up before the next quick change.
That’s when Ethan noticed a familiar figure leaning against the stairs that led to the stage. Luca Bianchi, frontman of The New Vipers was everything Ethan expected him to be close up. Tousled black hair. Slightly smudged eyeliner around his deep, dark eyes. Leather vest open over a white shirt that was just as open, revealing his slim, smooth, inked chest. Sleeves rolled up to show even more ink along his slim forearms. As he turned to drop his cigarette on the dusty ground, he caught Ethan’s stare.
“Lost, fanboy?” Luca’s voice somehow cut through the noise from on stage, gravelly from years of screaming sets.
Ethan flushed. At first words failed him, but as Luca raised his eyebrows he knew he needed to say something and make sure he didn’t just come across as another swooning fan. He stepped closer and the words tumbled out. “Sorry. I won the backstage pass contest. Huge fan Luca. Your first album. Wow. That riff in ‘Shadow Chase’ still kills me.”
Luca lit another cigarette and slowly exhaled his first puff. A smile spread across his face that Ethan was unable to read. He cursed himself for gushing and not keeping his composure.
“Shadow Chase eh?” Luca’s eyes raked over Ethan. “A deep cut.”
“Yeah. My high school crush loved it and I guess I kind of followed.”
“Kind of ‘chased’ you could say?”
Ethan’s laugh burst from him, uncontrolled. Despite his obvious fanboy behaviour, Luca stepped forward and Ethan took the opportunity for a quick glance over the singer’s body. Black jeans clung tight on Luca’s legs accentuating his slim hips and a bulge which Ethan had to force himself to look away from. Ethan felt his own jeans tighten slightly in the same area and hoped Luca wouldn’t notice. Luca’s eyes dragged upwards and locked onto Ethan’s.
“Wanna hear it unplugged?” He stubbed his latest smoke, nodding to the shadowed nook behind the loading dock.
The crew were focused on their own smoke break deeper into the backstage area. Security were busy monitoring the crowd. No one noticed Ethan dutifully following the musician into the dark.
Between a row of road cases and the hulk of the truck’s trailer Luca stopped, turning to Ethan before leaning back. He slid a flask from his back pocket and took a sharp swig before pointing it towards Ethan. Luca’s arm didn’t extend, drawing Ethan closer.
“Name?” Luca asked as Ethan felt the warm liquid slide down his throat.
“Ethan.” He handed the flask back, taking in the scents of the whisky, cigarettes and the musk of a festival performer.
Luca slid the flask away and smiled, pausing for only a moment before shifting forward again and pushing his lips against Ethan’s. Luca claimed Ethan’s mouth quickly and fiercely. Their tongues battled and Ethan felt the scraping of four-day festival stubble against his cheek. Ethan’s body froze for a moment, in shock at the quick progression into an area he had been fantasising about since he had first defied his father’s order and stuck a New Vipers poster on his bedroom wall. The moment he had been masturbating over for more than a decade was actually happening, but right now he was standing there, stunned and still. He needed to act and make the most of this situation.
Ethan slid a hand around Luca’s slim waist, feeling the skin exposed by his loose-fitting shirt. Luca responded by shifting forward and pressing their bodies together. Ethan instantly felt the pressing of Luca’s hardness against his own, both constrained by the tight black denim uniform of festival performers and attendees alike. As their tongues continued to battle for space between their lips, the men pushed their hips together, grinding their erections against each other. A soft moan escaped Ethan’s lips, met with an appreciative groan from the frontman that was now wrapped in his arms.
Luca broke the kiss, both men now panting with pleasure already.
“My set is in 15 minutes,” Luca said softly, running his eyes hungrily over Ethan and running his hand under Ethan’s t-shirt until he found his hard nipples.
“We can make that work.” Luca’s clear interest suddenly filled Ethan with an unexpected confidence. He was the fanboy, but Luca clearly wanted this.
Luca’s hand joined the one already under Ethan’s t-shirt and pulled him close. As their lips met again their hands explored. Luca roamed every inch of Ethan’s torso and Ethan moved to do the same. Luca shucked his vest, allowing Ethan easier access through the open shirt. He slid his arms around the singer’s body before moving down to Luca’s denim-clad ass, groping the mounds before sliding a finger around the waistband, reaching the front and sliding his hand over the stiffness beneath.
“Eager aren’t you?” Luca whispered as he moved his lips to Ethan’s neck.
“I’ve been fantasising about this for so long.” Ethan stared into Luca’s dark eyes, unwilling to deny just how much he wanted this.
“Really?” Luca raised an eyebrow, leaning back against the road cases. “Show me.”
Ethan lowered himself down Luca’s tight body, without a care about the dusty ground beneath him. The temptation to take his time and really enjoy the moment with one of his long-held desires was strong, but he knew they had a time limit. He reached up and quickly unbuttoned Luca’s fly, opening the pants as wide as he could. His mouth watered as the move revealed all of Luca instantly, the singer choosing not to wear any underwear beneath the black jeans. A neatly trimmed bush framed a thick, rigid shaft and with a quick shift of the hips the garment dropped enough that the rest of Luca’s cock revealed itself. Both men sighed, one in relief, one in anticipation.
The thick cock glistened, with a hint of precum glinting on the tip and running down the silver ring that pierced his slit. Ethan ran his tongue along the steel before sliding it around the foreskin that still wrapped part of Luca’s swollen head. The taste of sweat and precum in combination set off a hunger in Ethan and he quickly moved deeper, inching forward until the entirety of Luca’s erection disappeared into his mouth.
“Fuuuuck.” An elongated moan escaped Luca, who was making no effort to hide his arousal, or remain quiet in their secretive location.
The moan spurred Ethan to continue working the length of Luca’s hardness, bobbing up and down on it with increasing pace, feeling the piercing bounce over his tongue with each movement. Now that he had it, he wanted everything from it, including what he knew would be a delicious load of rock-star cum.
He braced himself against Luca’s thighs and sucked deep, slowing his pace to ensure he could take the head into his throat and massage it. Luca moaned again, a little louder this time, holding his cock in place as Ethan worked it with his experienced throat muscles.
“Luca! Five out!” A voice came from around the corner and Ethan froze as, from the corner of his eye, he caught the view of someone stepping into the entrance of their little alcove. “You good bro?”
“Yeah. Five. I got it.” Luca didn’t seem fazed, his cock still buried deep in Ethan’s throat.
“Sweet.”
Ethan glanced again, recognising Ossie, the band’s drummer. He stood for a moment longer before retreating. Ethan then picked up the pace again. He worked hard and fast, wanting everything from this man before he went on stage and presented himself to the masses.
“Fuck Ethan. You’re good.” Luca panted, his words interrupted by gasps of pleasure. “You’re getting me close.”
Ethan moaned, sending vibrations along Luca’s cock that he hoped would drive him even closer to orgasm.
“Shit!” Luca’s exclamation echoed off the makeshift walls around them.
Ethan worked frantically now, feeling his own cock leak steadily in his jeans as he sucked hard and fast on the pulsing dick he had been thinking about for years. He slid a hand further up Luca’s leg until he grasped the smooth, heavy balls resting over the open jeans.
“Pull them,” Luca grunted out the instruction and Ethan quickly followed, gripping them and giving them a sharp tug.
That was the move that sent Luca over the edge. Ethan felt the singer’s body stiffen above him and felt his cock throb before the first shot fired, accompanied by a deep grunt. The first volley of cum slipped easily down Ethan’s throat, quickly followed by another and more intense moaning from the man giving it to him. Shot after shot fired into Ethan’s mouth and he worked quickly to swallow as much as he could. He gagged a little at the volume of seed shot forth, but he only allowed a small amount to spill from his lips.
With one last thrust, the last of Luca’s cum spilled from his cock, and Ethan gulped it down, feeling the cock pulsing with the aftershocks of the intense climax. He squeezed his lips around the slowly wilting dick, urging every drop from it. After one last shudder of pleasure, Luca slipped back, leaning against the wall and sliding his cock from Ethan’s mouth.
“Fuck. I needed that,” the frontman panted, working to bring himself down from the high of his orgasm.
Ethan slowly stood, feeling his own dick slide against the wet patch in his briefs. He smiled in response to the satisfied grin on Luca’s face, licking the last taste of cum from his lips.
“Your turn.” Luca ran a languid hand over Ethan’s bulge before quickly undoing the jeans and fishing his cock out. The exposed head was wet with precum and Luca wasted no time in stroking the entire length. His other arm reached out, pulling their bodies together as he stroked hard and fast. Both men knew Ethan was close and that he was desperate to get off.
It didn’t take long before Ethan felt the tingling of his approaching climax build. First in his toes and then up his legs. His body stiffened and his orgasm hit. He barely gasped a warning for Luca before he fired, his cock pulsing and spraying cum hard and high. His body bucked against Luca as his climax ripped through his body. Four days of cum fired, sending wave after wave of ecstasy over him. He didn’t relax until he felt the last of his cum ooze over Luca’s fingers.
“Holy shit.” Ethan panted, his head falling against Luca’s shoulder.
“Damn dude. You needed that as badly as I did.” Luca slid Ethan’s cock away and Ethan fastened the buttons of his fly.
“Four days sharing a tent will do that to a man.”
Ethan shook the last aftershock through him before standing straight again. As he lifted his body from Luca’s he noticed the mess he had made. Cum had splattered against his smooth chest and against the flaps of his open shirt. Ethan blushed, realising he had lost control of his firing cock.
“Sorry Luca.” He ran a finger through the stickiness on his tattooed pec.
“Don’t be. I got more shirts.” Luca quickly slid the shirt from his body. He wiped the cum from his chest and held it for a moment. “You got the traditional fanboy Sharpie in your pocket?” He asked with a grin.
Ethan smiled in response and reached into his back pocket. Of course he did. Luca took the black texta and scrawled something on the cum-soaked shirt before handing it to Ethan.
“A secret souvenir.” Luca grinned.
“Bro! You done? They’re calling us!” Ossie’s voice came from around the corner. This time he was wise enough not to enter.
“Alright bro! On my way.” Luca picked up the vest and slid it onto his body. Somehow without the shirt he looked even more rockstar. He leaned forward and kissed Ethan before turning and jogging out and up the ramp to the side of stage.
“Holy shit.” Ethan whispered to himself. He leant against the road cases and examined the black scribble on the shirt. Below the artist’s scrawled autograph was his phone number. Maybe this backstage meeting wasn’t going to be a one off. He took a deep breath and slid the shirt into the back of his pants, knowing he would savour it for a long time.
The announcer on stage began the introduction for The New Vipers and Ethan moved quickly, jogging out through the gap in the fence and into the crowd. He quickly spotted Justin and stood beside him.
“So, did you get to meet him?” Justin asked as the band walked onto stage.
“Oh yeah.” Ethan couldn’t wipe the grin from his face.
“Dude. Your jeans are filthy. What happened?”
Ethan couldn’t quite find the words to respond.
“And who’s shirt is that?” Justin reached his hand out.
“I wouldn’t touch-“
“Ewww bro! Is that…? Did you and him?”
Justin wiped his hand on Ethan’s t-shirt as The New Vipers took the stage, their lead singer wearing nothing but tight black jeans and a leather vest.
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