Page 26 of Not the Punk

“I’ve got you.” There was a pump bottle of lotion on the side table, so I squirted it into my hand before rubbing his cock, squeezing it. I fingered under his balls, tickling him, and he grunted. “You want more?”

“Yes, Daddy. More, please.”

I rubbed over his taint and circled the tip of my finger around his hole, feeling it spasm, while I continued to stroke his cock. I barely pressed inside when, with a loud moan, he came all over my hand.

“Good boy.” I kissed the top of his head again, and he relaxed into the couch. “Feel better?”

“Yeah. Seeing you…man. I got so excited.”

“You did. I guess that means it was a good surprise.”

“Mmm-hmm.”

I chuckled, went into the attached bathroom, and washed my hands. I quickly found some wet wipes stored in the cabinet under the sink and brought them out to clean up anything left on Joe’s body.

“Thanks, Daddy.”

I sat beside him and pulled him into my lap, and he immediately cuddled against me, planting his face into the crook of my neck. “You smell good.”

“Thanks.”

“How long are you going to be around? Just this show?”

“Nope. I combined my regular off days with a little vacation time, so I can stick around for the next few shows. Up until San Jose, anyway.”

“That’s amazing, but where’s your bags?”

“Left them in Kay’s dressing room. In case you didn’t want me to hang around.”

“Didn’t want you? No way. I want you all the time.” He grabbed my face and kissed me again. Even though I never had to coax a kiss from him, I was still amazed every single time he initiated one. It was like lovely reassurances that this was mutual. “I love it when you’re here.” He squeezed me.

“I do too. I love being around you and watching you play. You’re amazing on stage, you know.”

“Thanks, it’s the best part. It’s like I become someone else. It’s all about the music.”

“You said you were in a punk band before?”

“Yep. Guess that was my start. As soon as I got really good, I joined a local punk band. And…by local I mean Park Mesa Heights, and there were four of us splitting a fifteen hundred a month apartment.”

“Sure, that’s understandable when you’re starting out. I lived with Saxon for a long time. We only got our own places a few years ago.”

“I didn’t know that, but LA is expensive.”

“It is. So, what did you like about that first band?”

“Honestly?” I nodded, encouraging him to go on. “The energy. The rebellion. It was one simple way to punch out life’s frustrations.”

“This is when you were young? What? In your twenties?”

He shifted around to sit beside me and put his head on my shoulder. “Earlier. Like seventeen.”

“Damn. What frustrations did you have at seventeen?”

He leaned forward and looked at me. “I did not have an idyllic childhood. Shit happened and I ended up on my own. I had to figure out how to survive.”

“I didn’t know that. But you seem to have done well for yourself. I’m super proud of that, Joe.”

“Thanks. I was fortunate to have good friends. Like Siren Fire.”