All About That Bass

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Music is the gateway to the soul, so they say. I've always enjoyed music and I find it exciting to seek out new, exotic styles to challenge my perspective and avoid the narrow-mindedness of the mass marketed "pop" radio station playlist droll. The journey of discovering new music is a reward of its own, especially when its played live.

A friend of mine had told me about a band he had started and he asked if I knew how to record their practice session on my laptop. He was the lead vocalist, but very vain and under-confident in his ability so I'm sure he wanted to critique himself and try to improve secretly between practices. As a lover of music, I also had an interest in making music and I would often download programs and purchase microphone and recording equipment as a fun hobby and escape. I wasn't talented in creating music or songs, but I did comfortably know my way around the recording software and people knew it was my thing.

"Here's the directions to the house where we practice tomorrow," he says as he gives me a handwritten slip of paper. "We usually start at 6:00pm. Just park on the side, it's a walkout basement."

When I arrived, I instantly realized I didn't know any of these other band members. I have never been to this house before so I wasn't even sure if I was at the right house. There were a handful of cars outside, but it seems like every house on the street had a handful of cars around them. I didn't hear any music being played, so I just knocked on the door.

"Hey, you must be Sam's friend," he says. "I'm John, come on in."

Not sure if this was the right house, I left my equipment in the car. "I need to get my stuff real quick. Can I just bring it in through here?" I asked.

"No worries. We're all setting up," John says as he leaves the door open and walks away.

I get all the equipment up and running and start to record. I can easily edit out any early stuff, so I just let it run and maybe adjust some levels once they really start playing anything.

"Beer is in the fridge over there. Help yourself to whatever!" John encourages.

In case you're not familiar, bands tend to drink more during practices then they would ever drink when performing. It's common knowledge that fans will buy free drinks for the band and its rude to refuse, so you've got to get a pretty good tolerance so the show can go on even if things get a bit tipsy. I have always been more of a whiskey guy, but its hard to turn down free beer unless its really bad beer of course.

About an hour or so into the practice, as I'm sitting down looking at the band who are all looking at me as if I'm the one and only audience member, I notice John looking at me with a gleam in his eyes. He's playing the bass guitar and each note is as if he's really focused on me as his finger rolls off each string. I noticed it so much that it become kind of hypnotizing and I was locked in, staring right back. After that song, my friend suggested to take a break.

Most of the band went outside for a smoke break, and my friend went outside with them although he doesn't smoke. John looked at me also walking outside with the rest and stopped me saying, "Hey, I wanted to ask you a quick question. Give me a second."

I stopped. It's pretty typical that bass guys want to ask the recording guy questions. Bass notes don't always record well, so I figured he would want to double-check that I was recording artvin escort (http://www.escortkizrehberi.com/ilan-kategori/artvin-escort/) him just as equally as everyone else. Lots of potential ego bruising in bands, especially new ones still finding out how to work it out together. I walked back over to the couch where I was sitting earlier, sat down and waited for John.

"Do you play any instruments?" he asked.

"No, not really. I play around with keyboards and a little guitar, but I really want to learn the bass," I say.

"Oh yeah, you'll really love it. Once you get the fundamentals down, you can really start exploring more to find your own sound," he says.

"Well, it looks like you've been playing for a long time. From what I can tell, I've been watching!" I explain.

"I know. I see you watching me," he says with a grin.

Wait a minute. Is it the beer buzz or is he hitting on me? He's married, has two kids, and owns this house. I'm attracted to girls, although I have thought before about sucking a dick before, but I've never...

"Alright, let's get back to it!" says my friend as they all charge back into the room. John gets up and walks back over to his space in the room and picks up his guitar.

Throughout the night, the thought of John's comment is bouncing around in my head. Do the other band members know? They all seem very conservative and straight, so I can't believe they would know. Maybe I'm reading too much into it. Although, he's not bad looking and I've always wanted to try it. I grab another beer and sit there, daydreaming. My own dick is starting to get hard. I need to change my thoughts or somebody's going to notice.

At about four hours, and way too many beers, my friend asks everyone if they should call it a night. Everyone agrees and packs everything up faster than they first set up. Blink an eye and all the cars were loaded up, but the drums always stayed there at John's house I'm told. As I wave goodbye to the other band members, my friend and I and John are still standing in the driveway.

My friend says his goodbyes and asks me, "You want to follow me out the subdivision?"

"Oh wait, I wanted to ask you something about my P.A. real quick," John interrupts. "Do you have to go, or do you have just a few more minutes?"

I tell my friend I'll GPS it and talk to him tomorrow, as it was way too late tonight to worry about calling anyone later today. "You sure?" he asks, probably concerned about the amount of liquor I've consumed more than anything.

"No worries. I've got it. Thanks man!" I say and follow John back into the practice space.

"Alright, now's your chance," he says.

I freeze and probably look slightly puzzled. Was it that obvious that I was thinking about his dick all this time? Fantasizing. Staring at him and his crotch while he played all night. My face turns white and my lips grow dry.

"The bass!" he says. "Pick it up. No one's around, let's see what you know already."

Oh yeah, the bass! Boy, I must look stupid just standing there. Of course, my interest in the bass I mentioned before. God, I must be really buzzed and letting my mind wander. Maybe I should stay here for a while and let this alcohol where off a bit before driving home.

"Alright, go ahead and put the strap on around you. Let me get some simple music playing on my iPhone and you can find your way to play along while I just watch for a sec," escort artvin (http://www.escortkizrehberi.com/ilan-kategori/artvin-escort/) he says.

He puts on some Rush that I've heard a thousand times before. It's actually pretty easy notes on the bass to play some of their songs, while others are as complicated as hell. Earlier I must have overreacted when the band played a Rush song, so he knew at least I was probably aware of the song and their lead vocalist is also the bassist.

"Alright, stop," he says. I was only playing for less than 1 minute when he gets up and walks over to me. "I see something you need to improve. You know, I could teach you some lessons if you want."

"Yeah, that would be pretty cool actually," I answer. He had impressed me on some of the more complex bass riffs, so I knew he would probably know a few things he could teach me.

He stands in front of me, trying to show me some better placement with my fingers on the strings with the bass guitar hanging pretty close to my crotch. "This isn't going to work, I'm all backwards," he says and he walks around to stand behind me.

His stomach now pressed tightly into my back, he reaches his hand around to the front of the bass and grabs my hand with his to pull one of my fingers over the string. I feel him breathing on my neck, in smooth and slow motions of inhales and exhales. My breathing increases and my heart starts to race. Those thoughts start coming to my head again, pictures I imagine of his dick flash into my mind, and his hand continues to hold mine. He can't be blind. Surely he sees that I'm not resisting his advances. I didn't really plan on any of this, but my mind's fantasy might come true if I take this opportunity that John is clearly offering.

I don't know what came over me. It probably was a bit of liquid courage from the all night drinking, or the warmth of his breath on my throbbing neck, I say "Perhaps there is some other 'instrument' I can play with tonight?" I get goosebumps as I say it as I start to feel his crotch pressing against my ass.

"I was hoping you might say that," he whispers as his hand slids below the guitar and rubs against the crotch of my jeans.

Instantly a flash of heat flushes over my body as his hand finds my dick growing up and to the left, squeezed into my tight jeans. He begins it rub it up and down and up and down. I feel like I might cum right there if he doesn't slow down. "Maybe the couch would be more comfortable," I suggest.

He starts to head over to the couch, I take off the bass guitar and set it aside. With the music still playing from his iPhone, he takes his shirt off and sits down on the couch with plenty of room on either side for me to sit next. As I get closer, I see the outline of his dick in his jeans and get this wild energy dancing all over my skin. He catches me looking at his dick and smiles, "You want to see this?"

"Let's see it. I've never played one of these before," I say seductively.

He lifts up his butt, unbuttons and unzips his jeans. Then, with one grip, he slids off his jeans and briefs underwear down to his knees. Standing there for my judgement is his beautiful dick. It's perfectly straight and has a nice helmet tip, circumcised just like mine, although his dick looks thicker.

"Here, let me help get that setup," I say as I walk closer and get down on my knees in front of him. I grab the back of one of his legs to lift it up artvin escort bayan (http://www.escortkizrehberi.com/ilan-kategori/artvin-escort/) slightly and slide off the jeans, then doing the same to the other leg. I toss the jeans aside on the floor and press open his knees to reveal the sight of his personal privates - balls and all.

With the slouch he's sitting, I can see his ass check circles below his balls and his slightly hairy legs from his knees that are now on either side of my ears. And the scent! I can smell him now and its pleasantly intoxicating, drawing my face closer to this view.

Both of my hands slide up his leg and go up his stomach by his belly button causing him to shiver a bit. I take off my left hand, but my right hand moves down his stomach to the crease of his crotch and I turn my hand over so my fingertips gently swipe the side of his balls. I slowly inch my face closer to my hand and stick out my tongue to tickle the spot I just touched.

"My wife hasn't done that in years," he says as I looked up into his eyes. He's smiling now, so I must be on the right path.

"I'll bet there's something else she hasn't done in years," I say smirking devilishly. And with an amazing sense of confidence, I place the tip of my tongue on the underside of the tip of his dick and tickle slowly. I've always found that to be my most sensitive spot, so I thought his might be too.

As my tongue moves from the underside of the tip to the very top of his dick, I taste a small drop of precum. My mind goes fucking wild. You have no idea how much this has been looping in my fantasy mind for the last few hours. I can only imagine what must have been looping in his mind while he played.

"Oh yes," he says. "Oh that feels so fucking good."

As I open my mouth, my right hand grips the bottom of his dick to guide it, I lick my lips and place them around the head of his dick. As I slide my mouth down, I feel the ridge of his head to his shaft bounce my lips gently. His dick is so smooth, or my mouth is so wet, that it seems to glide in and out of me. Continuing to hold the base, but moving my hand occasionally to pet his balls, I continue to bob up and down.

He starts to slightly arch his back, so I move my left hand behind him and try to feel his butt check but he's sitting on it. Then his legs come in closer to me and I hear him tense his muscles.

"I'm gonna, oh fuck, oh it's, right there," he stutters out as his hand comes up and he runs his fingers through the hair on the back of my head. I feel the head of his dick swell and then this burning hot cum shoots to the back of my throat. And again. And again, he twitches with each release.

What hits my tongue tastes mildly salty, a little thicker than water, but so hot and actually really fucking good. I really like it and I'm trying to swallow all of it. It's just too much. I keep sucking softly on the head as his hand moves to my shoulder as if trying to ask me to stop but not really wanting me to stop.

I pull my lips off of his dick and lay my head down on his left leg as my right hand holds his dick and plays with it as it starts to shrink a bit.

As I lay there, admiring it and taking in his post-sex smell of crotch and cum, I begin to wonder why I denied myself this for so long. I've always wanted to suck a guy and sometimes I've gotten close. Sometimes I have asked outright and been softly denied. I enjoy having sex with women, don't misunderstand, but this was amazing in its own way. The power of being able to control another man with the flick of my tongue, and the cum tastes so smooth and slightly salty - it's like nothing else I've ever tasted before. I know what I want. I can still taste it.

I guess it was something hypnotic, all about that bass.