Date: Sat, 16 May 2009 09:25:26 -0700 (PDT)
From: David Divers <daviddivers@ymail.com>
Subject: A Singer's Story 3-4

As you may have noticed, I need a proof reader...any volunteers?  I re-read
and re-read until I can't see the forest for the trees...  So sue me.
Maybe my fingers get too hard...Anyway, this is an adult story that
eventually gets around to gay sex...if you are not over eighteen years old
and into that sort of thing you don't belong here.  Get out while the
getting' good... I would still like to have constructive criticism and
comments...at Daviddivers@ymail.com

A word about the religious aspect.  I played and sang country and gospel
music off and on most of my adult life.  I know something about the music
business.  And, despite the religious nature of the music, it is a business
just like any other field of entertainment.  Because there is big money to
be made, it attracts its share of phonies and frauds.  My protagonist
eventually becomes one...but he is still growing up in the business that he
was raised in, and he becomes more and more conflicted about his gayness in
a culture that would hate him if they knew.  I hope he has a golden future
but I haven't decided yet.

Chapter 3 – A Star is conceived

One of Daddy's songs was entitled, "A Sheltered Life."  It is a song about
how hard it is to resist temptation and how wonderful it would be if we
could live a life sheltered from all that.  It was recorded as a Stone
Family song and Daddy and Mamma sang the lead parts on that one. The label
sent out sample CDs with only that one song on them to radio stations.  I
would like to say the song was an overnight hit.  It wasn't.

Although breaking in to radio was slightly different when we started out,
many stations today use pre-recorded shows that are recorded elsewhere and
are just re-broadcast locally—especially at night when there are fewer
listeners.  The might use the same tape over and over for weeks.  They have
live DJs and news during the drive-time hours when they charge the most for
advertizing, but otherwise they use these "canned" programs.  Even the live
DJs must use play lists.  They don't sit around with stacks of CDs and
select the songs they want to play. The station managers provide a program
of songs that are authorized.  So it is difficult for newcomers to break
into the business.  But ours eventually happened just the opposite.  There
was enough demand and our label and management company had enough influence
that some of our songs were picked by the company that produced the
prerecorded programs.  We got enough exposure outside of the "drive-time
hours" that the station managers had to put us on the "drive time" play
lists.  (in case you didn't know, "drive-time hours" are daytime hours when
most people are driving to or from work.  That is when they listen to the
radio the most and are most receptive to advertizing.)

Starting out, "A sheltered life", got air play on the smaller local Gospel
stations in the area where we were known because we could personally
promote it through friends and relatives and the churches we regularly
visited.  We were considered to be a local group by our supporters in a
three state area—Tennessee, Kentucky and West Virginia.  They made sure
that the stations had a copy and they created demand by calling and asking
them to play it.  Meanwhile, we were sent to any station that would let us
in the door to promote it.

The first promotional tour scheduled our stops where the promoters felt it
would do the most good.  We visited many stations in Alabama, Virginia,
Georgia, and the Carolinas.  Naturally we did some revivals and play dates
along the way to help defray the costs, but the main purpose was promotion.
Sometimes we would hit 3-4 stations per day.  While we were there, we also
were able to promote the other songs on the album as well.  We probably
gave away as many CDs as we sold in the stores.  Many stations would have
call-in question and answer interviews and we would donate prizes and
pictures to the callers.  While we were small timers at that point, county
folks didn't care about that.  To them we were celebrities.  And, off the
air we would try to get their addresses for future promotions.  We also
recorded promotional advertisements for the stations while we were in
town—things like, "We're the Stone Family and when we are in ...city, we
listen to ..."  That type of thing.

When we returned to the Hollow, we began to get mail and phone calls from
the people that we had met along the way requesting more information about
us.  Not only that, but the radio stations began getting requests for other
songs that were on the full CD.  Most stations only had the demo and didn't
know about the other songs.

The song that did make a big splash was a song that Daddy had written
titled, "Ripples".  I sang the lead part on that one.  The song was about
how one act of Christian kindness can spread to other people like ripples
in a pond.  As soon as the song began getting air play, we began another
promotional tour of the deep south.  We hit South Alabama, northern
Florida, Mississippi and Louisiana.  Again we did appearances at churches
and Gospel Sings and other package shows.  (Package shows are where a
promoter puts together a package of acts and sends them from town to town
like a travelling circus).  But now, we were getting noticed by the more
popular groups who were on the shows and they actually began taking us
seriously...  Although we still were the opening act of the shows and not
the headliners, we were no longer treated as outsiders.

Most well known groups have "homecomings".  Once or twice a year the big
name groups put together a show in their hometowns and promote them as a
homecoming.  They invite other groups to play.  During that tour we were
invited to two different homecomings but Daddy had to refer them to our
management company because at that point, we had no control over where we
went or who we were packaged on those shows with.

When the label realized the possibility that "Ripples" could become a hit,
they began promoting me personally as an age thing--a fifteen year old boy
in a family group with a hit song on his hands.  My family made sure that
it didn't go to my head.

We were being realistic.  Our real strength was as a family.  We might have
a big future in Southern Gospel music as individuals, but we would all
prosper as a family unit.  Since I was a minor I had no personal contract
with the label and I was bound to the contract that my Daddy had signed.  I
had no quarrel with that because up to that point there was no rivalry
within the family itself.

As soon as the song broke into the top 100, the management company began to
market both the Stone Family and Billy Joe Stone as two separate entities.
Where just a few weeks previously we were the opening act, the promoters
now gave us second or third billing in order to take advantage of the
song's popularity.

We always started playing our part of the show as the Stone Family.  We
would do our half hour show as usual and then I would do another fifteen
minutes as the lead singer.  At the conclusion of my set, we would join
together to sing that old song, "Will the Circle Be Unbroken".  The first
time we did it, the show's star complained to the promoter because it
brought down the house.  They crowd loved it, but they began leaving the
building at the conclusion of our part of the show.  As a result, the star
had to play to an almost empty house.  He was a young famous tenor named
Chris Baker who had been one of the first generation artists from our own
recording label.  Before we knew it, he forced the promoter to put us on
last.

One night after a show in Baton Rouge I was walking around out behind the
auditorium cooling off after the show, and Chris the tenor cornered me
behind the buses and seemed to want to chat.  He was a slim, handsome guy
in his early twenties and, despite this being a Gospel show, he always
performed in tight black, form-fitting stage clothes... Whenever I watched
him I felt that same familiar rush that I first had experience with Bobby.
But it couldn't be...he was a Christian singer.  I was a Christian singer
also... It couldn't be happening again...Not with an adult... That tingling
in my groin and the tightness in my chest said otherwise but...

I knew nothing about "gaydar"--that would come later-- but I thought I
recognized something in him.  Maybe a kindred spirit.  So we talked about
the business awhile and just wandered around.  When we got into the
shadows, he put a hand on my shoulder and made me pause in mid-stride.  He
said, "we seem to be surrounded by old folks on this tour.  Most of these
guys are in their forties or fifties.  Even your Dad and Mom must be
pushing forty.  Its hard to find somebody as young as us to talk to".

Even though I was only fifteen, he looked almost as young as me.  He
said,"You know it sure does get lonesome out here on the road."

I told him, "I wouldn't know because my whole family is with me."

He said, "You must really miss your girlfriends back home."

I told him, "We're on the road so much that there is not much chance of
having a girlfriend.  And when were home we live so far out in the sticks
that girls can't hardly find me.  You know how it is in the country, some
folks live where the paved road ends—we live father out where the gravel
road ends".

As he rubbed my shoulder he said, "You are so young and innocent that it
hurts.  It is that hardly part that sometimes gets us in trouble. "

I seemed to know what he was trying to get at but I just kept silent.  This
was an adult.  I didn't want to mistake his meaning.  What Bobby and I did
was just boy to boy stuff.  This was more serious than that.  But I really
was lonely.  I was also mature far beyond my years.  As I said, I did not
have a normal childhood.  I had grown up working in an adult business and
was treated as sort of an extension of my Daddy's ministry.  In music I was
comfortable expressing my emotions in public with music.  So, Chris and I
really were contemporaries despite about eight years difference in our
ages.

He said, "With all the attention you are getting, I know that this is
probably old hat, you probably hear it all the time, but you are beautiful
boy and I have never heard a more talented kid than you.  You have a great
future ahead of you."

I was still relatively innocent but I knew exactly what he was getting at.
He sad, "I would really like to spend more time with you.  After the show
in Hattiesburg tomorrow night we are all scheduled to play the convention
center in Biloxi.  I am sure that we may be able to spend some time
together down there.  I tow my SUV behind the bus and I have to do a
promotional interview with a radio station in Ocean Springs so maybe I can
talk your Dad into letting you do it with me.  It will be good for the show
and we might get some time to be just guys.  Would you like to do that? "

He added, "Don't you mention it to your Dad.  Just let me bring it up to
him tomorrow night and act surprised if he says anything about it.  He
might not let you, but I'll do my best."

Red faced, I still didn't know what to say, I stammered a few time and
finally said, "I would love to spend some time with you...doing guy
things"...

He looked me up and down and I am sure he eyed the bulge in my crotch.
With that he walked back towards his bus.  I waited for awhile and then
went back to our bus and messed around outside for awhile until my hard-on
deflated.  Later after everybody went to bed I spent some time in the
bathroom alone...

Chapter 4 –A step forward

The following day we drove to Hattiesburg and got set up.  Before the show,
Daddy called me over and asked me if I want to ride with Chris to Biloxi so
that I could go with him to do an interview.  He said, "It could help our
career to be associated with a man as famous as Chris is".

I told him, "Well if you say so.  Am I going to be interviewed too?  Did he
really say he wanted me to go"?

Daddy said, "That's what the man said...he asked me if you had every been
introduced to the South Mississippi area and I told him none of us had.  He
said that it was the most important station on the coast and that he knew
the owners and they would be happy if both of you showed up instead of just
him".

So, I said, "Well if you say so I will go."

Daddy said, "He is leaving right after the show tonight and you can ride
with him. It might do you good to get away from us for a few hours.  Why
don't you get some clothes together and take your suitcase over there right
now so you don't hold him up after the show.  Take your acoustic along also
in case you get to do a song during the interview".

I was in fat city...I put some nice clothes in a bag and grabbed my guitar
out of the basement locker and walked over to his coach and rapped on the
door.  He opened it up and told me to come aboard.  He got his keys and
took me out to his SUV and we stowed my things in the back.  He quietly
said, "The busses are going to convoy down to the auditorium tomorrow after
lunch so we will have lots of free time to get to know one another.  Have
you made up your mind what you want to do??  You haven't gotten cold feet
have you"?

I just shook my head no.  I didn't even acknowledge that I knew what he was
talking about.  It was just something that I couldn't even talk about.

 The music went especially well that night and we closed the show to a
standing ovation...that was a first for me personally because I had not
been a featured performer very long.  It made me think of that Neil Diamond
song, "I Am, I Said"...maybe we have arrived... But it was nothing compared
to the anticipation that I felt about getting together alone with Chris.

After putting my guitars and other gear away in our bus, I strolled over to
Chris's bus and he let me in.  He was just about ready to go and gave some
last minute instructions to his backup band.  With that, we went out and my
Daddy met us at Chris's car.  He handed me some money for my room and meals
and told Chris not to let me take advantage of him because I could pay my
own way.

Chris said, "He won't take advantage of me because the radio station owner
was footing the bills for the food and the motel.  It is us who are going
to take advantage of them".

We said goodbye and with that we were off on a great adventure.  It was
dark when we left and we hadn't gone a mile before Chris's hand was on my
knee.  I sort of recoiled.  He said, "What is the matter are you goosey" I
didn't really know what he meant by that and I said, "no, you just took me
by surprise, that's all".  But he didn't take his hand off my knee.

He squeezed my knee and slowly moved it towards my crotch.  That stunned
me.  It was a sort of point of no return.  I just ignored it until he had
his fingers on my zipper tab.  Working up my nerve, I unbuckled my belt and
unbuttoned the top button of my jeans.  He said,"Can I take that as
permission"????

I knew I could have stopped it right there and we could just go on and do
the interview as he told my Daddy we would do.  When I didn't say anything,
he slid my zipper down and spread open the fly of my jeans.  He worked his
fingers inside the flap of my Jockey shorts and asked if I always wore that
kind.  I told him, "I wear whatever my Daddy buys so I have never worn any
other kind".

He said, "Why reach in the back seat and get that car blanket.  Then you
can take your pants and stuff off and cover up with that.  There is a
private rest area about half way to Gulfport and we will rest awhile
there".

We were still inside the Hattiesburg city limits.  I clasped my jeans shut
and shyly knelt on the seat as I reached for the blanket.  I covered my
self with the blanket from the waist down and slid off my shoes, jeans and
jockeys.  That was really a point of no return unless we would have an
accident or something.  I sat there with a hard on and he grasped it under
the blanket.  I was completely covered up but as soon as we got beyond the
street lights of Hattisburg the blanket on the floor and was caressing me
from my chest to my knees.  He said, "I wish this was my tongue instead of
my hand...I'd give you a bath you would never forget".

I was as hard as I had ever been in my life.  I was leaking like a fountain
and his hand was soon shiny and wet.  He put his finger tips in his mouth
and licked the excess off.  Then he put them to my lips and asked, "Have
you ever tasted yourself?"

I stuck out my tongue and slowly licked them.  I parted my lips and sucked
his fingers into my mouth one by one.  I slowly sucked each finger dry of
any trace of moisture.  He looked at me quizzically as if to say, "What is
with this boy?"

I grasped his hand and held it to my cheek and continued lick it from the
fingertips to his wrist....in the dark I reached over and lightly rubbed
his cock through his levis.

He said, "Rest area, please come quickly"...

We probably travelled fifteen miles south and finally reached the rest
area.  At that time of the evening there were no other cars around and he
pulled almost to the exit road leading back out to the highway and turned
off the lights and engine.  He pulled me to him and gently kissed me on the
lips.  I responded by trying to lower his zipper with one hand and rubbing
his back with the other.  He pushed my back up against the door and pivoted
my legs and hips towards him...I put my feet up on the seat and spread my
legs as far as they would go.  He lowered his face into my crotch.  He
began licking from my inner thighs up to my naval.  His tongue didn't miss
a crack or a crevice.  When he reached the tip of my cock he gently licked
it and tongued the pre-cum off the head.  Then he raised his head to meet
mine and rubbed the pre-cum all over my lips.  I stuck out my tongue and he
licked a trail of it into my mouth.  I sucked his tongue until there was no
flavor left...

He then lowered his head again and took my cock into his mouth and began
sucking in earnest.  My legs ass writhed in pleasure as he hit all of the
sensitive spots from the head to the root.  Quickly I felt the pressure
building as he worked the shaft in and out of his mouth.  My hands were on
his neck as I tried to thrust my cock as far into his mouth as possible.
Within minutes I was at the peak and suddenly cum into his mouth.  He
continued until my pleasure subsided.  We sat there in the dark not saying
anything .  I wanted to return the favor but was uncertain how to
begin. When I tried to get his zipper undone he insisted that we wait until
we could get settled in Biloxi.  So, I opened the door and got out half
naked and stood outside and pissed into the parking lot.  Then I put on my
pants and straightened my shirt.  As he started the engine, I told him
about my friend Bobby and how we had been together.  He said that I had him
wondering because I seemed so innocently receptive when we had talked in
Baton Rouge.

We drove on down to Gulfport and hit the interstate over to Biloxi.  They
were building lots of Casino-hotels in the area and Chris said we had
reservations in one on Back Bay across from Ocean Springs.  We checked in
and found that the radio station had arranged for a suite.  The hotel gave
us free passes to the casino and the buffet but they told me that I could
pass through the casino to go directly to the buffet but I couldn't stop
anywhere in between.  They gave me directions to the kids computer game
room so I would have something to do while Chris was occupied---but I had
other games in mind.....

When we went up to the room I threw my stuff into my room and jumped up and
down on the bed.  In all my life I had never seen a room so plush and
comfortable.  Chris wanted to go eat so we went to the Buffet and I ate
Crab for the first time in my life.  Chris said, "Don't ever tell your Dad
about this because he would think that you have started down the road to
hell.  This is just between us guys tonight".

I said, "If my Dad could see all of the things that I want to do tonight he
would be absolutely sure where I was bound for".

After we ate, we went back to the suite and decided to take a shower.  As
we started to get undressed I made a strip tease out of it.  I took off my
shirt and twirled it around my head.  As I took off each item I tossed them
at him.  He hesitated in getting undressed in order to watch.  I turned my
back and took off my jockeys held them in front of me like a shield.  You
couldn't see anything of my cock and balls, just some of the sparse pubic
hair.  I danced my way towards him bumping and grinding as I approached.
The closer I got, I slowly lowered them until at last I allowed them to
fall to the floor.  He reached behind me and grabbed my buns and pulled my
hard cock towards his face.

He kissed it and then stood and began undressing.  I stepped back to watch.
He unbuttoned his shirt .  He was smooth and lean with just a sprinkling of
hair around his nipples.....as I said earlier he was slim and boyishly
built--not overly muscular but well developed.  He sat down on the bed and
took off his shoes and socks.  As he stood, he unbuckled his belt and
opened the fly of his tight jeans.  He slid out of them and the bulge of
his cock made fly of his boxers gape open.  I could see a flash of his
cock.  Before he could lower them I pushed his hands away and said, "Allow
me".

I sat on the bed with him facing me and slowly lowered them until the tip
of his cock was exposed.  I stuck out my tongue and licked it...I lowered
them further and held them while he stepped out.  There he stood in all his
glory.  He had just a moustache of hair above his cock and none at all on
his balls.  He obviously shaved them.  They were drawn up tight against his
shaft until they looked as if they were all one piece.  I reached out my
tongue and began licking them from the base upward towards the head.  I
covered each one with my lips and licked my way up the shaft and slowly
worked his cock in and out of my lips drawing all the juicy nectar it
contained.  I savored it not letting go of his ass and slowly began pulling
him in and out of my mouth until he began humping in and out on his own.
When he was completely in he just touched the rear of my throat.

He whispered, "I'm getting close and picked up the pace"...  "So good...so
good... so good" ...and he filled my mouth with his cum.

After he rested a bit he said, "Off to the showers for you".

So I went into the bathroom and got in the shower.  The suite had both a
tub and a stall shower.  I started the water running in the shower and it
had nozzles everywhere.  Jets of water came at you from every angle.  After
a few minutes Chris opened the shower door and asked, "Mind if I join you"?

He entered and reached out and pulled my body to him.  He held me close and
took the soap and began rubbing it all over my body.  He lathered me up and
then said, "Lets see how well these nozzles work."  He angled one so that
it sprayed the underside of the head of my cock. The feeling was
tremendous.  My cock recoiled from the sensation and Chris had me bend over
and spread the cheeks of my ass.  He angled another nozzle to spray the
crack of my ass and the hole itself.  When I had enough I took the
hand-held wand and sprayed him the same way he had done me.  Finally we
were ready.

Chris grabbed one of the many thick towels and dried me from head to foot.
Then he did himself.  Back in his bedroom, he lay me on the bed on my back
and had me spread my legs as high over my head as I could.  He said, "Now I
am going to make love to the parts I couldn't get reach in the car".

With that he began kissing the insides of my thighs down to the crack of my
ass.  He spread my cheeks apart and began licking the inside of my thighs
down to my hole.  Lubing my hole with spit, he inserted as much of his
tongue as he could get in.  It felt so good but was embarrassing at the
same time.  Nobody had ever touched my ass in any way before.  I was
fearful that he would want to fuck me.  So I pushed him away from my ass
towards my cock... he got the message.  He tried to licked his way back up
my cock and began sucking until I came a second time...another first.

 As I said at the introduction, I would like to have constructive criticism
and comments...at Daviddivers@ymail.com