On Tour with DJ

I noticed the trailer immediately as the bus pulled up, Lot A73, just like he said. From first glance, the trailer certainly didn't look any different since he took off at the beginning of the semester. He only had about twelve credits left, and I'm not sure if he's determined to come back and finish them. Maybe he doesn't need to? Yet, from the looks of it, he can't be making all that much already. I do remember DJ as a money-conscience guy, yet I know music is that one passion, the type of passion everyone should have, the type that easily overcomes the importance of money. 

I hike my bag over my shoulder. I'm always stubbornly determined to pack light, even if it is a whole week. I can already hear the beats, the trailer seems to just subtly vibrate, DJ's got some dubstep-thing going on, and the bass is putting bringing the vehicle to his mercy. I step up the retractable mini-stair, and am sure to knock as loudly as I can. I hear the music lower and big, heavy, footsteps near the shabby little trailer door.

"Hey, man, what's good?" Leo swags me a high-five, allowing me to step up and through. I haven't seen the man in a good several months, since before DJ left to start touring. Managing a kid like DJ sure didn't get the best of him, the giant, 6'6" black guy is all DJ's manager, bodyguard and bouncer, and sure does a good job teaching his 'son,' despite how stubborn and naive DJ can be sometimes. "Yo, D, look who's here?"

"Heyyyy man!" DJ's equally excited, quickly coming to me, a side five and he locks in for a quick 'manbrace.' It's been about equally as long since I've seen DJ, certainly even longer since I helped the kid out, doing some management and even some designs for things like flyers and shirts. The 'little situation' I'd been in- let's just put it at that -certainly kept me from regular contact for the past year or so. DJ's been a good friend and mentor since I first got to campus, and we were pretty close my freshman and early sophomore years. We weren't the type to hang out every day, our relationship was more of a mutual respect with some professionalism- he used to pay me for the small work I'd do for him on his rise to minute fame. I certainly hadn't seen the kid since he left to tour in January, he's already been to most parts of the country, and to be honest, I'm impressed: he's not the biggest name on social media yet, but he's developed a consistent following that keeps him moving. 

I back out of the embrace. "How's it going, man?" He asks me.

"Alright, alright. Another year over, let's keep it at that." God knows I wasn't going to go into detail with how much this year sucked.

"Hahaha, I get it, I get it, that's why I'm here, man." I don't have the talent to allow me to escape, unfortunately. "Yo, why don't you put your stuff in the bedroom for now, we'll figure out sleeping arrangements later."

I walked back toward the bedroom. His trailer feels fairly sizable on the inside. It certainly speaks, 'rising musician', but for a kid in the infancy of his career, his mobile joint could already fit a bedroom and studio. I look to right as I walk back, through the glass wall where two girls are smiling 'hello,' headphones in, in front of the microphones. DJ even has ample technical room, enough for a soundboard, computers, and all that equipment I don't even know that well. As I walk back the wall niches out into a narrow hallways, making room for the bathroom and what I'm guessing is a closet. The door opens into a bedroom, full of narrow slit windows just beneath the ceiling, at each side, some shelves for all DJ's knickknacks, and of course more shelves for all of his shoes. I've never met a kid so obsessed with sneakers as is DJ, there must be at least twenty pairs to either side of the bed, and they look nice! If he spent less money on sneakers I'm sure he could afford some upgrades to his mobile-crib. 

I put my stuff down and return to the studio, where they've already resumed working. DJ and Leo are looking intently at the two girls whose vocals can be heard around DJ's recording, the beat is good. I'm not per se one for DJ's music myself, but I respect, he's "the white Kanye" as campus used to call him. The kid looks so focussed, you can see the commitment in his eyes, the success in his nice shoes and the gold bling he has around his neck. He keeps other stuff modest, though, wearing graphic shirts from screamo bands, and usually just jeans, baggy or tight depending on the day. Leo is beside him, equally focussed, not formally a musician, but I know he has some sort of music background of his own. 

"Hey man," DJ turns to me, "Can you call the three last hotels on that list, and confirm the reservations for Theo, and Monica and Jane." The tour this round was big enough that DJ really needed to hire me as an assistant, do some of the work Leo doesn't have enough hands for. I'm happy to do it, it's certainly a fun way to start the summer and certainly get my head out of this year's traumas. "Go into my bedroom and use the phone there, feel free to sit on it, anyway."

I return to the bedroom, closing the door, noting the unmade bed, messy with shirts, socks, belts, and of course some female undergarments. They might be Monica or Jane's, but I don't want to assume. I start dialing.

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It's been about an hour, you can't imagine how three hotels can keep you on hold for so long. I return to the studio and watch the guys finishing the track. The girls are finishing the last of their vocals, and DJ's got his fingers all over the soundboard. The girls fade their voices out as DJ brings them down to silent. "Good job, girls!" DJ's pleased. Leo gives out a quick clap. 

The girls make their way through the door into the tech room, "Alright, why don't you guys go pick up the food."

"Oh my god, yes I'm starving." One of the girls added.

"Aren't we done for the night, D?" The other asked.

"Ummm," he was unsure, "Go get the food, let me review it all, and I'll let you know. If not, just remember we leave bright and early tomorrow morning."

"You got it," the two girls gave him a thumbs up and we're out the door.

"Hey, you like Chinese?" DJ asked me.

"Yeah, sure that's fine." I hadn't even thought about dinner after all this time, or about any meals this upcoming week. 

DJ nodded to Leo, who nodded back and took off. The door closed. "So..." DJ looked at me, "Welcome to the humble abode, I know it's not much yet, but just wait," he reassured.

"Maybe if you didn't spend all that money on those sneakers in your bedroom, you'd have money for basic upgrades."

"Oh, but wait, there's more." DJ walked up to that closet between the bathroom and bedroom, opening up the door to reveal at least fifty to sixty other pairs of the newest sneakers he could find. "I got Jordans, Muskas, Ewing, you name it."

This kid must've have been more successful than I realized. "You can afford all of this?"

"Yup. I mean I definitely get a little out of hand, but I still have more than enough for my expenses."

"You're doing better than I thought."

"I mean, it's enough for all of this. Keep in mind, I don't pay rent, I don't pay utilities and such, it's just a shit ton of gas money, really." 

"I get that."

DJ pulls out a tennis ball from a cubby in his closet, and slips his current sneakers off, kicking them into the closet without much care. He drops the ball to the floor and catches it under his foot. I can't help but notice him rolling the ball under his arches. He was wearing white socks with gray toes, a little dirty on the bottoms. His feet are pretty big. DJ is pretty big, I fully realize in that moment. He must be 6'2" to 6'3", and he's skinny which probably makes him feel taller. He certainly towers over me. "My feet have been killing me these past few days, getting that rolling under my arches feels real good."

I stopped looking down at his feet to not seem weird. "Superstar stress gettin' to ya?"

"Haha," he laughed, "I think it's my morning run, of all the sneakers I have, I think my running shoes are next to trash." DJ sits down in his rolling chair, it's nothing fancy, but something about it clearly says 'boss' when he takes a seat. He's rolling the tennis ball under the foot, and he reaches back into this mini-fridge he's got and pulls out two beers. "You still like Yuengling?" 

He hands me one and takes the other. "Haha, you remember," I was impressed.

"Nice, that's what I thought. God, it's been a while."

"Yeah."

"So tell me, what's new?"

I kind of just looked down on the floor. I figured we'd have a catch-up talk at some point, but never figured out what's best to share. "Nothing, just my boring same life." He nodded. "I'm just getting tired of school, ya know? Just one more year..."

"Yeah, I'm not sure if I'm going to go back. I feel like I should though. I might just finish online or something."

"I was wondering if you'd ever go back, if it's even worth it for you."

"I mean," he shrugged trying to explain, clearly unsure of himself, "it'd certainly be good to have the degree anyway." 

"I agree." Though, I'm the responsible nerdy-student type, DJ certainly is not. He holds up his socked foot and rubs my leg a little. "I've missed you a bit, man," he continues, "you were always a good guy."

"I try." We laugh. 

DJ pulls his chair a little closer to mine. "You're definitely weird, but in a good way."

"Thanks?" I guess I'll take it as a compliment.

"You're special in your own way, you always have been." I started to feel uncomfortable, especially as I noticed DJ starting to softly rob his crotch.

"You seem a little, changed."

He moves in further. Our knees basically touch. "I don't think I'm different, I just know myself better," he explains as he smiles at me. 

"What's so new?"

"Alright, man. I'm going to be honest," I think I knew where this was going, but..."I think I'm gay. Or bi. Yeah, bi, I definitely still like fucking girls. But recently, over the past few months, the idea of another guy by my side is just so enticing."

Yeah, this went where I felt it went, and I'm honestly not shocked. Something about DJ always seemed a little gay, despite how many girls he easily picks up. To be honest, I always found DJ kind of attractive. Now, I just looked at him, I wasn't too sure what to say.

"You're one of the first people I told. Leo knows, and two other friends. Not even the girls know. I trust you with this." I felt kind-of honored, given I'm not all that close to him.

"What kind of guys get you? Have you figured out a type? Top or bottom? Etcetera?" I finally spoke.

"To be honest..." he began, I looked, "a guy like you."

I must've gotten a little red, "hahaha...What do you mean?"

He started to look at me more intently. "I mean, a guy like you, intelligent, well-spoken, a little shorter, big heart that anyone can read from afar," I didn't know how to take this. To be honest, like I mentioned, I always found DJ kind of attractive. Maybe it's the musician in him, he's naturally seductive, in both a physical and flirtatious way. He's just this lanky-ass white kid, with a nice voice and talent in music, but has a sort of confidence that's just easy to fall for. He's enough of a bad boy, but not really a bad boy. 

DJ stood up from the chair. In a swift motion he rose his shirt over his arms, revealing his chiseled chest and worked out arms. He put the shirt back on his chair. He stood up in front of me, with that smirk you'd expect. "Do you think I'm a good candidate for the gay world?" He asked me, flirtatious and seductive as I've explained. I don't want to enjoy this, but I do. He's toned and strong, the kid's turned into some sort of alpha.

"I think you look good, man." We hear a knock on a door and figure that they're back with the food. DJ puts his shirt back on and we return to normal.

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We ate around the tech room, all enjoying that Chinese. I didn't contribute as much to the conversation, rather enjoyed just listening to the four of them talk about travel logistics and how they'd stay competitive with certain rivals.

As the girls finished they asked DJ if they needed to stay longer, "Nah, looking it over," he didn't, he was talking to me, "I think you guys are fine to go home, I'll see y'all in the morning.

The girls happily left, wanting to leave. "You need me to go, too, boss?" It was getting late, the sun already went down.

"Ummm," DJ thought. "Can you stay to listen to the track a bit more, and leave some notes for me, for later. We're going to go into my room and finish some stuff and chill."

"Sounds good, boss." 

DJ signaled me to come with him. We went into his room, he told me to close the door. Leo could be heard out there replaying the track. DJ sat on his bed, looking at me as I walked up to him. He reached for my arm, looking up into my eyes, smiling with both softness and desire. "Man, I don't want you to sleep out there or on the floor tonight." I knew where this was going. "I want you to sleep with me. Would that be weird for you?"

I looked up, pretending to really think about, but I knew my answer the moment he offered. "Nahh, it'll be fine." I smiled back at him. 

He smirked back really content, reading what my smirk meant. "I really hoped you would be." He stood up, kind of stepping into me, pushing me back a little. He took off his shirt again, tossing it behind him. He flexed to me, "roarrrr," he joking roared at me like an idiot. He was honestly being really really cute, I felt guilty for buying all his gestures, but I couldn't help it. I've been in need of some genuine soft flirting and affection for a while.

I cutely laughed at him. I look up at him, smiling. He's smiling back down at me, not saying a word. I kinda take my fist and punch lightly into his pecs, feeling how strong they are. "You've gotten tough."

"I've always been tough," he reassured me.

"Yeah, okay." I rolled my eyes, flirting.

He chuckled and backed me into his wall. "You're really adorable. You've always been adorable." I looked up at him. He had so much authority, his stature, his musculature, just the way his eyes commanded me, I ate it up. I wanted it. He leaned in, and I met him for a small kiss. We backed away, looking in each others' eyes, knowing we wanted more. We started to make out.

His tongue rolled around my mouth, soothing my tongue, relaxing it, serving it, yet controlling it. He was a deep kisser, a little weird with it, but in a way I really liked. His tongue was so warm and pleasant, I felt like a million dollars and easily got over the fact that all of a sudden DJ and I are making out. It was a perfect moment, the kind that only really happens in movies. He backed out of the kiss, giving me that same comforting yet authoritative smirk from above. I looked in front of me, into his chest. I lean in, kissing his nipple, kissing his chest. I kiss down his well-developed abs, just close enough to his man-region, but immediately returning my kisses north, happy to tease him. I don't think he cared though, his eyes were closed, clearly enjoying my soft kisses on his body.

He picked me up, and through me onto his bed. His springs were loud enough I got insecure that Leo could hear and pick up what was going on. Before I had a moment to let that thought even settle, DJ was on top of me, kissing me. He takes off his belt and tosses it to the side. He doesn't unbutton his jeans like I anticipated, but takes his one hand to my neck, holding it forcefully, but without totally choking me. He licks my face. This kid has a weird sexual bone that I really can get into. He kisses the side of my face, and returns to my lips before he says, "You're my type of guy..." as if I couldn't tell, "...and I want to spoil you like you deserve." I'm gushing so hard inside, this couldn't be real. I never had such a strong liking for DJ as apparently he had for me, but God, I am already swayed as hell.

"You like to spoil?"

"Yeah, I really like the idea of having a boy to spoil, and that boy might just have to be you." I was totally for it.

"I like to spoil too, but I only like to spoil a truly deserving man."

"Oh yeah??? How so??"

I slithered down from his grasp and met his crotch just above me. I reached my arms up, taking down the button, lowering the zipper, etc....his cock was soon in my mouth. It tasted pretty clean, and I didn't think anything of its size until it dramatically grew in my mouth. He thrusted his hardening cock the same depth, but as it grew it pierced further and further down my throat. I choked. "Damn, it's bigger that I thought."

"Nine inches, and they're all for you. Eat up, baby boy." Those last words were like a warning siren as he plunged his cock into my throat resigning any regard he had for my comfort. It was all him now. I choked and choked, my saliva layering around his cock, turning his on more, only making it worse for myself. "Suck it! Please baby, suck it." I tried my best to suck his cock as he pierced my throat with little to no mercy. He finally slowed down, almost tired, sliding his nine inches up and down my tightening lips, enjoying a the feeling of a slower, tighter suck. "Oh yes..."

He took his cock out of my mouth and crawled off the bed, standing up in front of me, stroking his impressive cock. 

Leo can be heard in the other room, "Boss, I left you my notes on the board, I'll see you tomorrow morning, goodnight!"

"Goodnight man!" DJ shouts to him across the closed door. I would be shocked if Leo had no idea what was going on in here. You could hear the front door close, and at last, DJ and I were alone. You could see the rise of his grin now that I was solely in his presence. "Turn around!"

I flopped and laid on my stomach. He approaches and pulls down my pants and underwear all together, my bubbly ass cheeks are perfectly exposed. "Mmmm..." he moans with hunger, "late-night snack." Within a moment his face is plunged into my cheeks, mouth open prying his tongue through my cheeks until it meets my hole. He pulls off my pants completely, pries off my sneakers, all while his tongue is getting acquainted with my puckered rose. "Mmmmm," he moans again, now grabbing my ass cheeks, squeezing with his strength, and pulling them apart just enough so that his face is flat against the deep of my ass, his tongue now piercing into my asshole.

"Ooohhh," I moan, "wow." He chuckles and continues his meal. He's either had a lot more experience with this than I expected, or he's a natural. I think he's a natural. He has me numb with pleasure, DJ clearly high in the power of eating me out. 

I moan again, "Shut up, boy," he tells me. I obey and allow him to finish the job without distraction. He backs out of my ass. My head is still in his pillow, I'm too relaxed to move it. I hear him grab a bottle and flip open the cap. "Now, baby boy," I loves how he calls me that already, "I'm only going to do it on your permission. I know this is kinda fast..."

"Do it." I give him the green light without even thinking. In seconds, that same cock I had widening my mouth was now widening down my ass.

"Ow!" He was so fast, it pierced through and hurt like a bitch. I arched up in pain and scooted my ass up to his standing body, and like a King holds the reigns of his horse, DJ holds my hips and place and proudly, moaning the whole way through, slips his big cock deeper and deeper into my ass. 

"Oh wow, you're so tight, it's amazing." It's been a while. It feels so good. Finally, someone fucking me who cares to make it feel good. "Oh my god, it feels so good." He places one foot on the bed and angles his dick, deeper and deeper, I lose my ability to speak so overwhelmed by the sensation, both pleasure and pain, but my God, I feel so comfortable letting him have it all. 

"Ahhhh," he's shrieking. He's ready. I feel those big final thrusts and boom, he's holding that angle as I can feel it all shoot deep in my ass. Shit, we forgot a condom, I remember, way too late. He's panting, dog is tired. He pulls out and collapses on top of me. All of his weight pins me onto the bed as he sloops to the side and holds me in a cuddle. He's naked besides his socks, and I still have my shirt on. He kisses my cheek, holding me tight.

"You're an amazing guy," he tells me, "I want you to be my boy."

I don't say much, but love absolutely all of it. "Let's shower and talk in the morning....hunk."

He laughs, "deal." He tucks me in closer, essentially underneath him. It takes us just minutes to pass out.