The Concert

It was not by far the first rock concert I'd gone to nor was it the first I'd gone to by myself. It seems that I always enjoyed the thrill of being by myself and being very free to do whatever I wanted to. This especially applied to the dangerous and exciting world of live rock and roll.

I was especially looking forward to the concert tonight. The band was new and popular and I knew that many people my age would be there. Just thinking of all the pretty boys slamming around without their shirts on and covered in sweat made my blood boil with excitement. I was daydreaming as I drove to the convention center and narrowly averted at least one bad accident.

The mosh pit was one of my favorite places to be at these concerts since it is a rare circumstance indeed where one can touch the sweaty, nearly-naked bodies of almost any cute guy who happens by. And even when not caught up in the frenzy of a good mosh I could just stand still and grope passers-by and the occasional stage diver.

During the opening groups' sets I just walked coolly around the floor of the huge convention center where the concert was being held. Cruising obviously, but in a cool manner so as to not to arouse suspicion. I certainly made sure that I checked out all the restrooms and was thrilled to find them just as grimy and smelly as I'd expected.

I anticipated the main groups appearance on stage and hurried back to the auditorium floor. Quickly I edged myself as close as possible to the front of the crowd and near the center of the stage so as to be as close to all the action as possible. The already growing heat prompted me to take off my t-shirt and tuck it deeply into the wasteband of my shorts. I made note of all the good looking guys, both young and old, as I made my way and smiled in my heart to see them there; so beautiful and full of energy and so very happy.

When I'd finally staked out my position in the dense crowd, I found myself faced with the glorious sight of two very handsome guys standing right in front of me. They both were over six feet tall and had short hair. One of them had light brown hair and the other was a sandy blond. They already had their shirts off and I admired the shapes of their strong, sinewy backs right down to the damp waistbands of their baggy shorts. They both must have been in their twenties judging by their heights and their builds. I was able to glimpse of their faces too and noticed they both had remarkably handsome features and shadows of beards.

I was also happy to see that these two fine specimens of masculinity were there together and appeared to be friends. They talked excitedly to each other in anticipation of the main band appearing on stage. I had to exercise a great deal of self-control to keep from caressing their bodies. The slick, soft skin of their backs and the soft globes of their asses seemed to beckon to my hands and mouth. I wanted so badly to taste their sweat and feel their soft, moist tongues as they tasted mine.

The band finally took the stage and the crowd erupted into violent, frenzied cheers. Immediately they plunged headlong into their most popular, hard-driving song. The glorious music forced our bodies into motion and a large-sized mosh pit opened up directly behind me. As is normal for a mosh pit, I jumped right in and slammed about violently, swirling counter-clockwise with maybe 50 or 75 other people. I slammed shoulder-first into anyone I could and was slammed into frequently as well.

When my path had gone full turn I noticed that the two boys I'd been admiring still stood in the same place, they were slamming alright but just into each other. Using my anonymity as a reason for courage, I sped past them and grabbed the brown-haired ones arm to drag him into the pit with me. Surprisingly enough he grabbed his friend his friend as well and I dragged them both into the frenzied mob with me.

The two boys were greatly enjoying themselves as they leapt about in the mosh with me. I derived great pleasure from slamming into their bodies and the bodies of all the other moshers and saw such smiles on everyones faces that it drove us to further enjoyment. The great stage lights really enhanced the whole experience too. Intense red spotlights swept the violent crowd and bright strobes seemingly froze us in the midst of our actions.

The three of us followed the same form for most of the concert. We slammed joyfully to the violent songs and sang loudly with the band during the songs that we didn't mosh to. I came to feel very close to these two beautiful strangers and quickly came to lust very strongly after them.

My big break came when the blonde decided to stage dive. He jumped up onto the backs of the people in front of him and they quickly began passing him toward the stage. When he almost go to the stage, they began passing him back. Unexpectedly, the crowd got very thin just near where I was standing and I saw that the beautiful boy was headed face-first toward that spot. Happily, I sprung to his rescue and caught him in my arms just as he was headed for the hard concrete floor.

I was holding this big, handsome blonde boy in my arms, with his face pressed into my bare chest and I didn't want to let go! But with some great feat of restraint, I just lifted him to his feat and when I saw that he had re oriented himself and was standing steadily, I let him go. Since the music was still blasting, I leaned very close to his right ear and screamed "Are you alright?" He just nodded wearily and mouthed "Thanks," and squeezed my shoulder. At this point I glimpsed his beautiful blue-green eyes and wanted only to stare deeply into them for the rest of the night. Needless to say, I was in heaven as far as I was concerned and at that point had enough memories to fuel my masturbation fantasies for several weeks.

Then, the brown-haired boy grasped his friend on the shoulder and screamed into his ear "I have to piss! Where's the bathroom?" The blond just shrugged and I knew that my time had really come. I screamed back at the two of them "I know...follow me!" And I started edging my way toward one of the distant exits. The brown haired boy was directly behind me and found it necessary because of the thick crowd to grab onto my hand and I literally had to drag him out of the auditorium with the blond in tow as well.

We eventually made our way to the exit and were greatly relieved to be away from the crush and noise of the crowd. I led my two new friends toward the closest of the bathrooms that I'd scouted earlier in the evening. After the ringing in my ears died down some, I turned to the brown haired guy behind me, grasped him on his bare shoulder and introduced myself. He smiled broadly, showing his straight, white teeth. "I'm Jon," he said a little loudly "and this is Blaine!" I suppose that the ringing in their ears had not died down enough for Jon to realize that he was actually screaming.

"Hey, man, thanks again for the save back there. I would have smashed my face if you hadn't caught me," said Blaine in a more normal volume.

"No problem, buddy," I replied. "So, have you two been to many concerts like this?" I continued.

"Not many, actually," Blaine replied "this is only my second or third one."

By that time we'd reached the restroom in question and quickly entered. I was so very relieved to see that we three were obviously the only ones in the can at that time. I quickly stepped up to a urinal and began relieving myself. To my satisfaction, Blain and Jon both ended up on either side of me and began to do the same.

"Hey," Jon quipped up as he turned to me "you've got a nice big dick there."

"Thanks," I replied while my heart leapt to my throat and I suddenly felt a surge of blood to my dick. I looked over at Jon to check him out as well since the ice had been broken. I was gratified to see that Jon was well hung too. I was entranced as I watched his clear urine spilling out from his magnificent penis. "You're not at all bad off yourself, 'Big Boy,'" I replied. Just then I heard Blaine clear his throat and nudge me with his shoulder. Obviously he was in need of some attention himself.

I turned to my other side and gazed at Blaine's crotch and was greeted by just as glorious sight as Jon offered. "Man!" I exclaimed "What a coincidence that the three best hung guys out of all that crowd would end up pissing at the same time."

"And what a greater coincidence that all three of us apparently have the hots for each other." added Jon. Then after a short pause he added: "Am I right?"

"Yes." I replied in unison with Blaine. "Now what do we do about that?" I added.

Jon stuffed his glorious genitalia back in his shorts, zipped up, washed his hands quickly and walked to the door of the restroom. As Blaine and I were zipping up our shorts, we watched as he reached up to the door, near the handle, and slid shut a deadbolt lock.

"Well," Jon said "I think we can pretty much to what we want to about it." And then for emphasis, he pulled hard on the door handle and it didn't budge. I knew that out of all the restrooms in the convention center that one less wouldn't matter. Besides, none of the other audience members would even want to go to the restroom unless it was an emergency until the concert let out. And by my estimation, that gave the three of us at least 45 minutes and maybe longer if the group went into an encore.

"Since we already know each others names, most of the preliminary stuff is already out of the way." said Jon. Then he stepped up to me, embraced me, and we kissed deeply. Our hands were all over each other. My hands slowly circled on his still moist back and happily kneaded the soft flesh of his ass. His hands lovingly combed through my hair. He firmly stroked my arms, back, and my butt.

Then I felt Blaine step up behind me and start caressing me as well. I shuddered as I felt his tongue trace the lines of my spine and lap playfully at the backs of my ears. By this time I had my hands down Jon's shorts and was squeezing his stiffening cock. All three of us moaned through either full or otherwise occupied mouths. I began to leave the moist confines of Jon's mouth and explore the different textures of his rough cheeks, his baby-soft earlobes, and the smooth, sensitive skin of his neck.

I paused to peel off my sweat-soaked shorts which were so baggy that even with my hiking boots on I was able to step out of them and kick them to the side. Underneath I was wearing a regular pair of BVD jockey shorts which were already tented with the force of my erection. I resumed my wonderful foreplay with Jon while Blaine reached around my chest and fondled my package. Blaine slipped his soft hands beneath the waistband of my underwear and caressed the head of my penis. He worked his way down to my balls and did his best to finger my taut asshole.

Jon then paused his action as well and slipped off his shorts. It took him a little longer since he had to remove his shoes as well. I was thrilled to see that Jon was not wearing underwear at all. It was a detail that I had not noticed when we were sizing each other up at the urinals. While Jon was disrobing I turned to Blaine who was still stimulating me with his masterful hands.

I noticed that Blaine still wore his shorts so I began to take them off him while kissing him all over. Blaine was wearing underwear, thin cotton boxer shorts to be exact. I slid his shorts all the way down to his ankles, pausing to playfully nibble at his penis where it protruded from the fabric of his underwear. With a little difficulty, we were able to get his shorts over his shoes.

Then with the tree of us either naked or in our underwear we resumed foreplay. I especially enjoyed the creative possibilities of stimulating and being stimulated by two men at once. The three of us quickly discovered what turned each other on the most. Since Blaine and Jon were apparently already very familiar with each others' erogenous zones the most fun came from me discovering them myself.

It seems that the blond most enjoyed a tongue in his ear and that the brown haired boy got the biggest kick out of having his nipples sucked and gently bitten. When they heard the loudest moans coming from me when my stomach was licked they fought over who would be the one to lick me.

Eventually all three of us ended up lying on the floor reveling in the extacy of our sexual play. I got to the point that I could stand it no more and began to suck Jon's dick. Without his underwear on I was able to get right down to business. I crouched between his legs as he lay on his back. The cold hard tile of the bathroom floor hurt my knees a little but I was much too engrossed in the task that stood before me to care. I began by firmly licking his belly button, letting my tung probe deeply into the taught, salty hole. As I was doing this, soft moans of pleasure escaped his throat and I felt the underside of his very firm penis rubbing on my neck.

I then began to move lower. I gently kissed the head of his magnificent penis and caressed it's throbbing length. Not wanting to cheat Jon by giving him too short a blowjob, I left his penis and moved lower again. By lying flat on my stomach, I was able to lick him beneath his balls in the sensitive spot right between his legs. I probed deeper and deeper, almost tasting his asshole and definitely smelling the heady, musky scent of his sweat and his asshole.

Jon almost writhed in pleasure as I did this. I looked up briefly and saw that Blaine was almost straddling him, kissing and licking all over his body. By this time Blaine had somehow wiggled out of his boxers leaving everyone but me totally naked.

Jon lifted his legs to allow me better access and I left the area between his legs to work on his balls. I gently licked his scrotum and pinched it between my pursed lips. I gently drew one testicle into my mouth and massaged it with my tongue. All the while I was doing my best with my hands to pleasure him even more. I stroked his abdomen and his legs and often bumped into Blaines groping hands in the process.

Finally I began to suck Jon's dick. I began by running my tongue up the length of his penis on it's underside, feeling the soft tissue of his urethra collapse under the pressure of my tongue. I proceed to moisten the entire shaft of his penis. I was thrilled by the wonderful taste of his cock, it was so alluring and so masculine yet almost sweet to my sex-crazed tongue and mouth.

By this time Jon's huge penis was leaking precum a little. I wiped some of it off on the thumb of my right hand and began to massage the head of his penis with it. I lowered my head and flicked my tongue over the slit on the head of his dick. I tasted the sweet, watery precum and it caused me only to hunger for more. My tongue slowly circled the crown on his penis, traveling sensuously over the most erotic parts of his flesh. He attempted to moan but was muffled since his mouth and Blaine's were locked together in a deep, passionate kiss.

I then put the head of Jon's penis into my mouth and firmly licked it with my warm, moist tongue. I then began to move my head up and down, forcing Jon's stiff penis deep into my throat. I felt his body pitch and heave, his hips thrusting upwards in time with my mouth. My tongue was working madly on the head of his penis and trying to keep up with the frenzied motion of our bodies moving in unison.

Jon's thrusting quickened and became more erratic and I knew that he would soon have his orgasm. Suddenly he wiggled free of Blaine's mouth long enough to say to me "I'm going to come! Don't stop, don't stop! Nnnnnaugh!" With that the head of his penis suddenly expanded and he began shooting his semen into my mouth. As he was shooting off, his hips jerked spastically and his breathing was so heavy that he was practically screaming.

My mouth was filled with his seed and I began swallowing it. As his orgasm was ending, I began sucking hard on his dick, draining all of his semen. Jon exhaled mightily and lay still. I continued to suck his dick and then when I knew that his orgasm had completely stopped, I took his penis out of my mouth. I massaged his wet and softening penis with my hands. "Stay right there, man." I said "Don't you move a muscle...just relax." Then I went to one of the sinks, took a paper towel from the dispenser and wetted it with hot water. I returned to Jon and gently wiped off his now soft penis and his scrotum with the paper towel.

"Oooh, that was wonderful," whispered Jon in post-orgasmic bliss. "You're as good to me as Blaine is and that's pretty damn good."

"Thanks," I replied "although I must admit that I'm somewhat of an armature in comparison with some people."

"That's alright," replied Jon. "We've got to learn it somehow."

"As for me," said Blaine, now sitting Indian-style on the floor "I don't enjoy blowjobs as much as I enjoy getting fucked."

"Wow," I replied "doesn't that cause some problems for the two of you?"

"Not really." said Jon, still lying on the floor. "What we usually do is take turns. I get sucked on every other day and Blaine gets fucked in between."

"Yeah," Blaine quipped in. "And on the days that I get fucked I either get sucked too or I just beat off."

"Well," I said, standing up and heading for my shorts, discarded on the floor, "you're in luck tonight, Blaine, because I just happen to have a couple of fresh condoms in my wallet."

"Alright!" screamed Blaine. "I was really hoping you'd want to fuck me. And I know that Jon won't mind."

"Nope." replied Jon, still almost asleep on the floor, "As a matter of fact, I once invited an old friend of mine over just so that he could fuck Blaine. Remember that night, man?"

"Ah yes," said Blaine as he got up off the floor and stretched his legs "that was my first threesome. But God he had a tiny dick, didn't he?"

"Yeah," said Jon "I'd forgotten how small he was. Too bad."

I broke into their conversation, anxious to get my cock into Blaine's beautiful ass. "So, Blaine, how do you want it? On the floor?"

"Actually," he responded "I think that this countertop will work just fine." With that, he grasped me by the hips and moved me over to the counter. He was delighted to see that the restroom counter top wasn't very high and ended a few inches below my crotch. "Perfect!" he exclaimed. And with that he hopped up on the counter between two of the sinks and scooted his back to the mirror. He then made sure that his ass was hanging over the edge of the counter, grabbed his legs and lifted them over his head.

By this time I had already unwrapped one of the condoms from my wallet and had carefully slid it over my erect penis. I eagerly stepped up to Blaine and was awestruck by the wonderful sight of his asshole beckoning to me. He rested his feet on my shoulders and I began to finger his asshole with my right hand. His sphincters gave away easily to first one then two and finally three fingers. When I was satisfied that he was loose enough to not be in too much pain when I penetrated him, I lubed up my sheathed cock with spit and liberally applied some to his hole as well.

"You ready?" I asked him when I was poised and ready to enter him.

"Sure!" he confidently replied. "Don't worry about hurting me, I'm used to it."

"Alright," I responded "here it comes, man!" And with that, I positioned my cock right on top of his asshole with my hand and slowly pushed it in. To my mind there should have been a nice little "plop" sound when the head of my engorged penis entered him but there was only a very satisfied moan from my partner. Pushing harder, I found that my cock sank to the hilt into his butt with remarkable ease but at the same time his ass was not so loose as to not provide enough friction for a good fuck.

When I'd completely entered once I started to thrust. First I made short thrusts with my cock buried deep inside him. As the stimulation began getting to me, I was making very long, deep trusts. As I was working over his asshole, Blaine was fondling his dick at first but soon began to pump it in time with my thrusts.

All the while Jon was sitting on the floor to the right of us and apparently enjoying a good show. I noticed once that although I'd given him a really great blowjob that his penis was beginning to erect again and that he was languidly stroking himself as he watched me fuck his lover.

I began to thrust with more force and speed into Blaine's asshole. I was surprised at what good leverage I had since he was sitting on the countertop. I'd tried before to fuck guys in a similar position but they were always either too high or too low off the floor. To help me fuck with better force, I reached around Blaine's hips and grabbed his sides. When I would push my dick into his ass, I would pull him toward me with my arms. This caused his whole body to jolt with the force of my thrusting. I loved the way his firm ass quaked when I rammed into it with my hips.

The stimulation was quickly overcoming me and I felt the familiar and very welcome stirrings of a powerful orgasm begin in my balls and my dick. As extacy overcame my body, I threw my head back, and thrusted even more quickly. My breath was coming only in short gasps and I was making noise when I exhaled. "Uuh...Uuh... Uuh...Uuh..." was all I could vocalize as my mind was overcome by the power such a good fuck.

Soon I felt the hot semen racing toward the end of my penis as white hot jolts of pure extacy washed over my entire body. My hips jerked spastically and every muscle in my body shuddered. I emptied my come in many long, powerful spurts as my body stood rigid and trembling in the throes of my orgasm!

When the orgasm began to die down after what seemed to me to be several long and intense minutes, I looked down at Blaine to see that he too had achieved release. His semen was pooled in the middle of his stomach, splattered on his chest, and hanging from his beautiful blond hair.

Both of us were still breathing heavily and feeling the mild aftershocks of our orgasms. When I'd regained some level of composure and my breathing returned to normal, I carefully removed my now softening dick from Blaine's asshole. I was very pleased to see that the condom I was wearing had not ruptured from the force of my thrusting nor from the volume of my orgasm. The semen captured in the latex sheath had far exceeded the capacity of the puny "reservoir tip" and was pooled all along the length of my penis.

I walked to one of the toilets nearby, and carefully removed the condom, dropped it into the bowl and wiped off my dick with some cheap toilet paper. When I was fairly cleaned up I dropped the paper in as well and flushed. I returned to the counter to find that Blaine had cleaned himself up as well and that he and Jon were now dressing themselves. I followed suit and within a minute we all had our clothes on.

"Shall we leave?" asked Jon, "I don't think the concert is over yet, maybe we can still catch the last few songs."

"Yeah," I replied, "but why don't the three of us go out and have a couple of drinks after the concert is over. I know a great little Gay bar that isn't very far from here."

"Sure!" Jon said. "I really could go for a beer right now."

"Me too." added Blaine "And maybe a rum and Coke."

Jon walked to the door with the two of us not far behind. He undid the deadbolt lock and we all walked through the door calmly into the hall of the convention center. We left the restroom just in time to hear the lead singer of the band yell out. "You've been a great crowd, everybody...goodnight!" And suddenly great rivers of humanity erupted from every door to the auditorium and we had to act quickly so as not to get trampled or separated.

The three of us went out to the parking lot and found our cars. I followed Blaine and Jon to the bar we'd spoken of and that night we proceeded to get pretty drunk and get to know each other very well. Since then we've become very good friends.

Now Jon and Blaine are living together and have a wonderful relationship that has been totally monogamous since our little threesome at the rock concert. My lover (whom I met through Jon) and I often do things with our good friends and enjoy their company almost as much as each others'. Now all four of us go to every rock concert we can and sometimes are known to have a little action in the restrooms when the band isn't so hot.

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