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Related article: Date: Wed, 14 Sep 2005 00:29:24 EDT
From: Tommyhawk1aol.com
Subject: "Finding the Voice" story FINDING THE VOICE
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"What do you think of him?" Colonel Korvet said to me. His last name
was emphasized on the first syllable, or KOR-vet; and you could insult him
by calling him kor-VET instead, that was a car!
"He's good." I said. And he was. Jim Croce couldn't have sung this
song better.
"He stinks!" was Colonel Korvet's appraisal.
"Huh?" I said.
"I mean, take a look at him." Colonel Korvet said.
I did, God, he was gorgeous! Gareth Rivers was wonderfully
good-looking in the rugged country-boy way, that mixture of pretty face
tempered by rough living into a strength and virility that just dripped off
of him with every word out of his mouth. Half the draw of a singer is to be
physically attractive, and Gareth was all of that. His body was buff; when
he stood up, you could see how narrow his waist was, how broad his
shoulders were; but hunkered over his guitar, that tended to be hidden, and
his dark clothes further hid it. Except when the spotlight hit him while
standing, that turned him little boys dicks into a living silhouette of masculine form that
made artists dream of doing a cameo of him, black obsidian framed over an
oval of gleaming marble to help bring out that marvelous form....okay, so
I'm an artist, at least, when I can afford to be! For now, working
backstage at this club was my gig.
"What's wrong with him?" Colonel Korvet pushed me.
Nothing! was what I wanted to shout out. "I guess I don't see it." is
what I came out with.
"Well, it ain't with how he looks." Colonel Korvet said. "He's a
pretty little thing, isn't he?"
"Yes, sir." I hastily agreed, maybe a bit too much, for he snorted.
"Looks count in this game, but they ain't enough all by themself." he
went on. "And it ain't his singing ability, he's got that, all right."
He did. Gareth had that nud little girls
timbre that marks the really great
singers. You hear it in some singers, and they always come out to be the
ones you really remember. Loretta Lynn has it, so does Cher, so did
Elvis. A depth and volume that just can't be faked and probably can't be
learned, it has to well from within. Gareth had that depth that can shake
your very soul.
"What he's missing is his Voice." Colonel Korvet concluded.
"Voice?" I said, puzzled. "But you said he can sing."
"I said Voice." Colonel Korvet said again, and you could hear the
capital letter in it. "Every song he sings, they belong to someone
else. You can hear it in the way he sings, he just hasn't found a style
that fits him and that he can free little sluts make his own." Colonel Korvet shook his
head. "Until then, he's just another honky-tonk guitar player, banging out
other people's songs. Bound for oblivion. Wish I could help him."
"Me, too." I klittle bikini said a little too sincerely.
And I had an idea how to do it.
I had my budget for the scenery, I spent it on some heavy material for
the drap ery. Gareth performed in front of a dark red drap e, with his
black clothing, it was just wrong, he blended in rather than standing
out. He needed a lighter background.
I was going to give little hardcore it to him.
I was still thinking a silhouette, I marked out on the topless little girls
drap es a
circle, or should I say, when the drap es' folds were together right, it
made a circle.
When I sewed on the yellow cloth, it would give Gareth his circle of
gold to make that black-clothed body of his stand out!
I finished up in the mid-afternoon, the club didn't open until six
o'clock. Gareth, as I'd hoped, showed up about four o'clock to get in some
practice. He couldn't play much in his motel room, the neighbors would
complain. A lot of practice is replaying chord combinations until you can
get them just right; or the same chorus repeated in several combinations to
find the best; it isn't a matter of free entertainment!
I was just putting the final stitches in when he walked up, intent on
my work, I didn't hear him until he said, right behind little kids suck me, "What'cha doin',
Van?"
"Oh!" I said, startled, and turning around. I was looking right at
that oversized silver belt buckle of his. Just below it, to be honest,
those tight jeans with just the slightest hint of a bulge.
"What'cha got there?" that silvery voice of his asked.
"New background." I said nervously. "You were kind of blending into
this heavy red color, I mean, with your clothes all black and dark blue
and...and all."
"A yellow circle?" He asked me. He was looking at the finished
product, all the yellow pieces making their circle.
"Yeah, yeah, you'll look good against yellow."
"You think?" he said.
"Yeah, yeah, get up on your stool and let me see how it looks." I
said.
He obligingly crawled up on the stool and sat there, hands on his
thighs. It showed his body off wonderfully.
"How do I look?" he asked me.
"Great!" I assured him. "Shame you have to put that guitar in front of
you, it blocks a lot of your body like that."
"Maybe I should try it standing up?" he suggested.
"No, no." I said quickly. I had measured it for the stool, standing
up, he'd be off-center. "It'll be okay with the guitar. Just be sure you
set it down to talk to people every now and then."
"Let them get a good look at my crotch?" He said.
"Yeah." I said, looking at it. Then I realized, looked up at him.
"That's the idea here, ain't it?" he said to me. Grinning at me.
"Yeah." I said, blushing. "I can take this all down."
"Hey, why'd you want to do that?" he said. "Shit, a fellow like me
needs to market his goods, don't he?"
"Yeah." I agreed.
"And if I'm going to market my package, I need someone who appreciates
it to help me out, don't I?"
"Yeah." I said, wondering where this was going.
"So would you like the job, Van?"
"Sure." I said. "Heck, I'm doing it anyway." I looked at my handiwork
on the curtains. "You have a really nice body, Gareth. You should use it to
promote yourself."
"And you're the guy to do it." Gareth said. He shifted slightly on his
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"Come on." he urged me again. "Can do a good job until you know all
about it, can you?"
I wasn't about to argue with logic like that! Why would I?
Getting his jeans unbuttoned wasn't easy, he had to shift forward
further and lean way back on the stool. But then I got the fly open and
underneath was a pair of purple briefs with white trim. "Purple?" I asked
him.
"You got a problem with it?" he asked. "Don't nobody else see it. And
I think they look sexy."
"Yeah." I agreed. And they are, except it was an additional barrier to
overcome. I ended up having to pull his cock out through the fly. That kept
his balls trapped inside, but it was okay. His prong was long enough to be
available even when he straightened back up on his seat.
"Can you get a good little girls hentai look at it now?" He asked me.
"I think I'd better take a more...in-depth approach." I said. I
wrapped my hand around his pud.
"That's getting a handle on the problem." He sighed.
"I think I can manipulate your image quite a bit here." I said as I
pumped his prick up and down. The thick skin of the shaft was warm and soft
as butter, and it slipped up and down that iron-hard core smooth as could
be.
"I think you'd better polish things a bit down there." He breathed at
me.
"I was just thinking the same thing." I agreed.
"We're going dirty little seacret to work very well together." He gasped as I took his dong
into my mouth. The silken feel of his glans as it touched my tongue was
intoxicating, I breathed in and that aroma hit me, the musky smell of his
cock drove directly up into my brain like a spike, it was masculinity
embodied and distilled into its purest form and that was what I smelled,
and I sucked his prong deeper into myself, and his flavor exuded onto my
tongue and down my throat, the salty nectar of his dick filled my senses
and became my world, my universe, I could feel myself becoming a tiny part
of this new existence, if only I could stay here forever!
In my delirium of desire, I began to suck on his little toes prick like a madman,
like one possessed, for I was, indeed, I began to bob up and down upon his
man-tower at a rate that was without grace or design, but was raw lust in
motion.
"Agh, ah, damn, yeah!" Gareth moaned as I sucked him. "Shit, yeah,
man, suck that dick, suck it!"
As if he had to coach me on this. He was writhing on that precarious
perch of his, his head thrown back, his mouth open, loud, guttural sounds
breaking out from his very heart, that lithe body was displayed for me, for
me alone, in a way that was how I'd always secretly wanted, the silhouette
was just the substitue, the one I thought I could have, when what I really
wanted was to have it laid out before me, mine, all mine, to do with as I
wanted!
I opened my own fly and took out my pud, began to pump it in tune to
my motions on Gareth's prick. That helped, some, with the rush of
sensations that were overpowering me, I could force them down into my cock,
where I was at least used to them and could deal with them. The
overwhelming passion of this moment, the sheer power of it, was incredible,
it seemed to pour out of him into me through the conducting rod of his
dong.
And I had his power inside of me now, I could feel the strength
pulsing inside of it, I littles teens nudes could feel it boiling up in those balls, that now
strained to escape so they could take their rightful place alongside his
shaft, locking into firing position. But the fly and the briefs defeated
that, and they could only surge up into tight nubs that I could feel
underneath the material, begging to be freed.
But that was for another day, for now, I was as limited as Gareth was,
he could only swing about on the small circle of his stool seat, I could
only suck the cock without having access to his balls, to his ass, to the
rest of his body, only the shaft was mine now. But the cock was mine, and I
could worship it, taking it for the promise of what was to come.
And given how the cock all alone was working on me, it was all I could
handle!
"Ah, God damn, man, I'm going to come now." Gareth panted at me
huskily. "You little thai teens got me so damned hot, Van, I got to cream. How do you want
it, man, you can jerk me off the rest of the way, if you...if you need to."
As if I would let go now! I grunted my negative and Gareth keened out
a long, low note that was almost out of one of his songs, and the
difference was hard to explain, it was like this note was truly from his
heart, not the feigned soulfulness of a song professional sung, he was
being wrenched and this was the only way he could express it, in this note,
in this montonal melody of lust.
And when that note ended, which took a while, then, with a single,
almost-silent grunt, he ejaculated, his come exploded into my mouth, hot
fiery bursts of semen that seared my throat, I gulped the sperm-packets
down as little boys sex quickly as they fired out of his dong, and it was like I was
drinking a powerful liquor, I was intoxicated in a way that several shots
would have made me, I was drunk on Gareth.
And I squirted my own jizz at that moment, while he was pumping his
spunk into me, and I survived that moment by this expedience, by shooting
my own load, I could bear the raw experience of Gareth's jism spurting into
me.
So I drained his schlong of every savory, salty drop of semen, and
when he was done, panting heavily, he careened and nearly fell of his
stool. "Hot damn, man, that's the best blow-job I've had in a long time!"
he said to me. "Shit, man, you can sure drain a little upskirt man dry."
"Just getting in some detailed research." I said, out of breath
myself. "Have to get to know a subject if you're going to display it best."
He chuckled, and said, "Well, we'll see how this big yellow circle
works tonight."
The Colonel arrived then, and he had this idea for a new layout for
the bar that sent me out searching for chrome trim. I got back when the bar
opened, and spent my time in my secondary role as dishwasher and
ashtray-dumper, picking up empty glasses and busing the tables when and as
I could.
Gareth went on at eight o'clock, little girls porn
and he said, strumming his guitar,
"Howdy, folks, tonight I have something special for you. It's a song I
wrote myself, this afternoon. Hope you all like it."
Colonel Korvet was at my side, "What do you know about this, Van?" He
asked me.
"Beats me." I said. "I was gone most of the afternoon, remember?"
"God, I hope it's not a piece of crap." Colonel Korvet sighed.
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the girl photo little twinkle in your eye!" There was a deep, rich, chuckling sound and it took a moment for me to
realize it was coming from Colonel Korvet. "Hot damn, the boy done did it."
"Did what?" I asked him.
"That song." Colonel Korvet said. "The boy has done found his Voice. I
just wonder how he did it, is all?"
Gareth looked at me and his dirty little seacret smile broadened when I smiled back. The
rest of the song was aimed right at me.
"Now we just got one problem." Colonel Korvet said. "Then we can take
his show on the road."
"What's that?" I wanted to know."
"His name."
"It's his real name."
"You know that and I know that." Colonel Korvet said, "But with Garth
Brooks out there, we can't present them with a country-western singer named
Gareth Rivers. Just too damned close."
"I guess so." I agreed.
Gareth's song was wrapping up. "Oh, I've been dazzled!
I've been blinded!
I've been captured!
By the twinkle in your eye!"
THE END
Comments, complaints or suggestions?
E-mail the Author at Tommyhawk1AOL.COM
WWW.TOMMYHAWKSFANTASYWORLD.COM
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