Waves of pleasure rippled through me, causing my body to twitch and shudder involuntarily as I watched him work. Like an artist. There was nothing hurried or sloppy about it. I liked the way my dick filled Seth’s mouth entirely, his cheeks hollowing out when he sucked, the strong column of his throat straining against my length. His wide lips were flush with color as he stole glances up at me to see if I was enjoying his efforts. The smile on my face must have been a mile wide. The moaning was beyond my control.
Then he popped off and nuzzled his nose at the base of my balls, inhaled deeply. I didn’t want to know what I smelled like down there. I hadn’t showered since the night before, and it was sure to be funky. I squirmed a little and he only spread my knees farther apart.
“Delicious,” he murmured and licked all around my balls while pumping my cock with his fist in a slow and syncopated rhythm, like he knew if he went too fast, I’d be done for, and he wanted to draw this out for as long as possible. I pressed back into the couch so that he’d have better leverage. That was my only contribution.
He rose up a little higher on his knees and dug his hands under my ass, squeezing hard enough for it to be painful, but his mouth was back on my cock, and it canceled out any other sensation. He kneaded me from the back and swallowed me in so deep, it felt like I was in his esophagus.
“Oh my God, Seth,” I rasped and followed it with a string of nonverbal enthusiasms. Not knowing what to do with my arms, I lifted them over my head. Seth glanced up and stopped long enough to tell me to take off my shirt. I did it without a second thought. If his neighbors across the street were home, they were getting a show. Seth moved one hand from my ass to my chest where he latched onto my nipple and pinched hard. It was pleasure mixed with pain and even though it was new to me—all of it—it was as if Seth knew I needed both to understand what he was doing completely. That desire for both ends of the spectrum, and everything in between, was what cemented me to him. It was probably the same for him.
I bucked into his mouth, and he took me in all the way down. After a few more thrusts, I came in his throat. It was such an intense and fleeting pleasure. Like a meteor burning up in the earth’s atmosphere. My dick spasmed against the roof of his mouth, and his teeth came down just far enough to graze my tender skin. He didn’t apply pressure, just made it seem as though it wasn’t outside the realm of possibility.
“Lie down,” he said and climbed on top of me. I was still naked with my pants around my ankles, shoes still on, as he mounted me, fully clothed. He held my wrists against the arm of the couch and dry humped me without any concern except for his need to get off as quickly as possible.
“I could—”
“Shhh…” he whispered in my ear. “Later.”
He rutted against me until I felt his cock pumping out his load. He sang my name like an aria, then collapsed on top of me, still pinning my hands to the couch for a long while before finally climbing off. He walked over to a pile of dirty clothes waiting to be washed, pulled out a T-shirt, and wiped himself off before buttoning up again. Seth never wore underwear, and the fact that he could be so cavalier about it always fascinated me, but I think it was more a function of not wanting to do laundry on a regular basis than anything else.
I stood and started to yank up my underwear when he interrupted me by pressing his groin against mine and laying his palms flat against my ass cheeks. His fingertips slowly curled inside my crack, which lifted me a little onto my toes. My face flushed from the sudden rush of desire, and nipping at its tail was embarrassment. That was an area of my anatomy I hadn’t explored and didn’t fully understand just yet.
“This is mine,” Seth said, squeezing a little roughly. “One of these days. Me before anyone else. Understand?”
I nodded obediently. He had me in a weak moment, yes, but I also didn’t think twice about answering. It didn’t occur to me that making that promise to him was kind of unusual or that my virginity wasn’t something I owed to him at all.
He tugged up my pants the rest of the way, fastened the button and pulled up the zipper with so much intent it was practically religious in its ceremony. He kissed me again, slow and sweetly. “No shame, Hiroku.”
I nodded as a great sense of relief washed over me. For all of my questions, both spoken and unspoken, Seth had the answers.
Skull Necklace only lasted for a couple of more sessions before Seth had had enough of Dylan’s bullshit, and I don’t even mean his barely passable skills as a drummer.
It started when Seth tried to sing an actual melody, something that wasn’t straight-up screaming. Dylan didn’t like it. And rather than give constructive feedback, he said Seth sounded like a faggot. When Seth challenged him on that, Dylan tried to walk it back.
“Come on, man, you know I didn’t mean it like that. You sound like a pussy. Is that better?”
I could see Seth thinking about his next words or perhaps letting the suspense build. He liked to control the room, no matter how inconsequential. He was good at it too. I took off my headphones for this exchange. I didn’t want to miss a single word.
“That’s not better,” Seth said. “And in fact, it’s worse because you are now insulting women as well as faggots.”
Dylan made a face. “Don’t get all politically correct on me, Seth.”
Seth glared at him with disgust. “Quite frankly, Dylan, I’m tired of dealing with your bullshit, both professionally and personally.” Dylan rolled his eyes and flipped him off in response, so Seth continued, “And that’s why I regret to inform you the band is moving in a different direction.”
Dylan laid his drumsticks on the snare. “The hell does that mean?”
“You’re out of the band.” Seth pointed in the direction of the street. “So pack up your shit and get the hell out.”
Dylan looked to Mitchell for backup—I think the two of them were friends—but Mitchell only shrugged. “It’s his garage, man.”
Dylan threw a little hissy fit, raging about how shitty Seth was as a front man, comparing his performance to a limp dick, saying his own geriatric grandmother could do a better job, etc. etc. It went on for a while and devolved into some pretty petty shit. Then Dylan’s gaze fell upon me. “Is this because of something that little faggot said?”
Seth glanced over at me as if just remembering I was there. He actually smiled, kind of like a maniac, and his whole countenance suddenly came alive. It was like his entire body had been electrified. Seth grabbed the cymbal from the drum kit, tore it off the base and threw it like a Frisbee into the driveway. It rolled a little and clattered against the concrete, creating more or less the desired musical effect, and then went silent. Seth had already grabbed another drum and was trying to yank it from the kit, but it was screwed down tightly, so he started dragging the whole thing out of the garage and onto the driveway. It made a noise like fingernails against the chalkboard. Once there, Seth proceeded to kick at the bass drum with a loud thunk, thunk, thunk…
Dylan was shouting about that beinghisdrum set and Seth was going to pay for it while Mitchell and I tentatively watched the scene unfold from the safety of the garage. I had the sense of mind to ask Mitchell if this was normal behavior for Seth, to which he replied, “Not really, but it sure is hilarious.” He then pulled out his e-cigarette and started vaping. It smelled like cherries. Mitchell was trying to quit smoking cigarettes, which meant he was always vaping.
“Fuck you and your homophobia,” Seth shouted, getting his combat boot caught in a tear in the bass drum and ripping the plastic to get it back out. “I should sue you for the emotional distress of having to listen to you stutter your way through every goddamned drum line. You can’t even play ‘Enter Sandman’ without fucking it up.”
Dylan called him a host of homophobic and misogynistic slurs. It looked like the two of them might come to blows with Seth shoving a much larger Dylan and saying, “fight me, you punk.” Dylan seemed to consider it, but Seth had a lunacy about him that probably scared Dylan. I’d never seen it before, and I didn’t know how much of it was an act and how much of it was real. It was a little bit scary how quickly it escalated.
