Beatlefic: John Kissing Butt
Young Paul is in Hamburg learning all sorts of new sensual delights. While waiting to get a blowjob between gigs from his favorite dollybird, he finds John has appropriated the girl with his own intentions. Paul decides to horn in only to be on the receiving end of John's ministrations causing him to question his sexuality. NC-17 ADULTS ONLY PLEASE!!! DISCLAIMER: I have no idea what games Paul and John got up to in Hamburg
John Kissing Butt
Hamburg. We were still so new to life when we were exposed to all of that. I can't say any of us knew all that much about sex when we first went, even those of us who weren't virgins anymore, but we learned pretty quickly.
We never really hid our lack of knowledge from each other, our group of boys we all hung around with. When John first discovered wanking, he told us all about in detail saying it was the sweetest thing he ever felt. After that, “You ever hear of this? You ever hear of that?” became rather common followed by a sort of educational answering section where John and anyone else would reiterate what they knew or didn't actually. I don't think we were all that different from anyone else really in that regard.
What sometimes happened after the new dirty bit of knowledge was being passed along was if John was in one of his devilish moods, he'd often pick some poor sap and after describing some bawdy new idea like the first time we talked about oral sex or something like that, he'd then rib you literally and ask, “Does it turn you on? Does it?” George was often such a target. Poor little George. It was only because he was the youngest but there were times where I was on the receiving end of such treatment myself when no one else was handy to get picked on.
One of the first times John ever picked on me like that was when he was describing his prospects for the future. He stated that if he had to, he'd screw an old lady for money. Be her gigolo. He said he'd do it to a rich old man too if he had to. That was when he ribbed me, literally poking me in the rib with his elbow saying, “You ever thought you'd do it too? Did you? Ever give it any thought?”
I replied it was a bit disgusting really and I hoped it didn't come to that.
With John, you never knew sometimes when the ribbing could get triggered. There was often little warning and even though he didn't mean to be cruel and would later say sorry if he thought he went to far, it could be embarrassing with what he'd pick up on. The way your hair was flipping out of place in the wind, making you look faggy or something like that. It could make a bloke a bit self conscious around John.
But it was all worth it when we were sharing amazing new discoveries together. Like the girls. Learning different things about them and what they could do. Yeah, I mean it that way too. One thing we both liked about Hamburg was how it was easier to find girls who did certain things like well, sucking your cock. Something a bit more then the usual fuck even if that has its charms.
I remember one night seeing John standing behind the bar with a wicked smile on his face. It was during one of our breaks in between our sets when the other band we were playing with was going on. I went up to say something to him and he talked back to me like nothing was really going on. Then all of a sudden, in mid sentence, he held up his hand and asked me to, “Hold on a moment.” Then he closed his eyes.
When he reopened them, he smiled and sighed, “Ah.” That was when a pretty blond barmaid John was prone to screwing around with suddenly stood up from where she had been crouched behind the bar. John then took a moment to zip up his trousers and he didn't care who saw.
“Sorry. Just getting a knee trembler,” he informed me.
I had to admit it. I was pretty impressed. Imagine getting a blow job right there in the middle of a crowded bar with no one really knowing what was going on until right after that final moment. Only John could get away with that. I would have to wait until later myself and the privacy of those dungeons that passed for rooms.
I wasn't all that jealous of John, though. I had my own share of the ladies. When it came to getting blow jobs, there was this one girl who was just really good at it. I can't say what she did that was so
different from any of the others. All I know was that it felt great when she did that to me and I enjoyed
the pleasure of her company quite often. She often didn't show up with her friends until after we started, so I could being a night without knowing if she'd be there or not. But every time I saw her, I couldn't wait to get someplace alone with her and have some naughty fun knowing it would usually be good.
So it was the shock of my life one night I knew she was around but figured she was waiting for me on my cot. She often did that and I didn't see her among the girls hanging about after the show. I went back to my place figuring I'd find her and sure enough she was there, on my bed, starkers and spread out, with John's head between her legs.
I could tell he was licking her down there. It was something he recently had discovered that he liked doing and I remember the conversation we first had about it.
“Ever give a bird a blow job?” He asked me once out of the blue.
“What? How would you even do that?” I wanted to know.
“You suck on her. Down there,” he educated me. “With what she's got. They like it if you lick it a lot first too.” Then he waggled his tongue in demonstration but also what was meant as an obscene expression. “I really like doing it too,” He told me. “They just pour out like honey and you get a facefull of what you like about them best. I mean, there it is, in all its glory, right in front of your nose.”
I hadn't yet experienced doing this and was both intrigued and a little taken aback with John's description of it.
So it was no surprise to find John doing such a thing with some girl, but this was a little bit different. This was the girl that was going to give me a good blowjob finally that I had been waiting all night to get. After I got over my initial moment of shock, then I was struck by disappointment knowing my needs seemed about to unfulfilled for the moment. I stood there leaning in the doorway watching her writhe on my bed and hearing her moan and an occasional sound coming from John.
That was when I had an idea. Keeping my cool as much as I could muster, I slowly staggered into the room to let them both know I was there and coming in. After all, it was my bed. I made eye contact with her, then unzipped my leather trousers while she watched. It took a moment and I had a bit of awkwardness pulling them and my boots off, but once my bottom was bare, I slowly swung my leg over her chest and got on the bed crouching down trying to get my looming hard on into her mouth.
She could tell what I was trying and liked the idea. She squealed with delight and reached up to get at me. Her lips were wrapped around me so quickly while her hand took what her mouth couldn't hold. I lowered myself a bit more and at certain points, felt John's hair bumping against my bum. It startled me at first but I quickly ignored it as I figured he was still busy with his licking. I was more intent on finally getting what it was I had wanted.
And I got it too. She sucked on me and my climax was building. Three or four more times I felt John move behind me and his hair bumped into my rear end. I guess he must have been looking up to see what was happening at our end of things. I was just concentrating on that warm wetness I had around my dick and waiting for it all to erupt.
What did happened was a little strange. I was suddenly startled by what I knew to be John's lips kissing me right on my ass. Not just once but two or three times and realizing that it was his mouth I was feeling, that's when I exploded in my river of orgasmic ecstasy right into her mouth.
I felt a little bit weird about that. I mean, I just got off with my butt being kissed by another boy. Was
he the one who turned me on that much or the girl sucking my dick? I quickly told myself it was the girl doing the sucking that actually got me off. I doubt she even saw any of it nor had she known what John was actually doing behind me.
Once I was done quivering, I felt awkward. I slid off of her as nonchalantly as I could and quickly pulled my trousers back on, staggering out of the room and down to the filthy loo to clean myself up a bit and gather my thoughts.
As I left, I saw John crawling on top of her presumably to fuck her. I supposed that's what he did after I left.
I stood in the bathroom for a moment staring at myself in the mirror after I used the loo and washed my hands. I needed to ask myself some questions. What was I feeling? Did I actually like it when John kissed me on my bottom? And if I didn't like it, then why did I come at that exact moment? Was it only a coincidence? Maybe I had already been ready to come anyway and it just happened.
Since being in Hamburg I had learned about the sexual side of spanking and things like that. How we all got these nerve endings in our asses and how some people really dig it to achieve their own sexual satisfaction. I had even let a woman spank me and I had to admit, I didn't dislike it. This was something I definitely wanted to explore a bit more. Women in mask with whips were a bit of a standard in Hamburg at the time. I've seen some guys really like getting lashed roughly and I knew I wasn't there at that level, but it was something I could sort of understand.
The pills and excitement were starting to wear off and I knew I needed to get some sleep. Daytime was probably mere minutes away. As I went back through the place to where I slept, I could see John standing leaning against a wall smoking a cigarette. I tried to pass by him without really saying anything. I sort of didn't want to look at his face at that moment but his voice made me stop.
“She liked it. The girl,” He announced kind of loudly.
“Huh? What girl?” I didn't understand.
“That girl. The one who just gave you a blow job,” he clarified. “She told me she liked it when you just did that. She wanted to tell you herself but you disappeared. She said she liked having two boys and wants to do it again sometime. See what it's like some more.”
“I just didn't want to wait around to get my dick sucked,” I mumbled and tried to keep on walking away. “That's why I did what I did.”
“Oh, we both know that. It was still fun.” Then as I got a few feet from him and almost made it to that dark pit where I slept, he laughed. “Boy, you do like having your ass kissed, don't you? Want me to kiss it now?” I could hear him making smooching noises at me. “Is this how the band's going to have to go?” He called out in a bit of a high pitched squeak indicating he meant it all to be funny. “Me kissing McCartney's ass?” Then one big loud smooch for effect.
I tried to ignore him. As I was just about to walk into the entrance to my place I shared with Pete, who was nowhere to be seen, I heard John call out one more time, “Hey. Doesn't that sound like something that would feel good? Having your ass kissed by one girl while another sucks your dick? Don't it? Don't it?”
“It could be,” I mumbled but I will confess. As I laid there in that dark pit waiting for sleep to overtake me, I thought about having lips kiss my ass while getting my dick sucked for a while. I thought about it often until I actually was in a position to try it again. And those lips, well, I never really thought much about whose they could be.
John Kissing Butt
Hamburg. We were still so new to life when we were exposed to all of that. I can't say any of us knew all that much about sex when we first went, even those of us who weren't virgins anymore, but we learned pretty quickly.
We never really hid our lack of knowledge from each other, our group of boys we all hung around with. When John first discovered wanking, he told us all about in detail saying it was the sweetest thing he ever felt. After that, “You ever hear of this? You ever hear of that?” became rather common followed by a sort of educational answering section where John and anyone else would reiterate what they knew or didn't actually. I don't think we were all that different from anyone else really in that regard.
What sometimes happened after the new dirty bit of knowledge was being passed along was if John was in one of his devilish moods, he'd often pick some poor sap and after describing some bawdy new idea like the first time we talked about oral sex or something like that, he'd then rib you literally and ask, “Does it turn you on? Does it?” George was often such a target. Poor little George. It was only because he was the youngest but there were times where I was on the receiving end of such treatment myself when no one else was handy to get picked on.
One of the first times John ever picked on me like that was when he was describing his prospects for the future. He stated that if he had to, he'd screw an old lady for money. Be her gigolo. He said he'd do it to a rich old man too if he had to. That was when he ribbed me, literally poking me in the rib with his elbow saying, “You ever thought you'd do it too? Did you? Ever give it any thought?”
I replied it was a bit disgusting really and I hoped it didn't come to that.
With John, you never knew sometimes when the ribbing could get triggered. There was often little warning and even though he didn't mean to be cruel and would later say sorry if he thought he went to far, it could be embarrassing with what he'd pick up on. The way your hair was flipping out of place in the wind, making you look faggy or something like that. It could make a bloke a bit self conscious around John.
But it was all worth it when we were sharing amazing new discoveries together. Like the girls. Learning different things about them and what they could do. Yeah, I mean it that way too. One thing we both liked about Hamburg was how it was easier to find girls who did certain things like well, sucking your cock. Something a bit more then the usual fuck even if that has its charms.
I remember one night seeing John standing behind the bar with a wicked smile on his face. It was during one of our breaks in between our sets when the other band we were playing with was going on. I went up to say something to him and he talked back to me like nothing was really going on. Then all of a sudden, in mid sentence, he held up his hand and asked me to, “Hold on a moment.” Then he closed his eyes.
When he reopened them, he smiled and sighed, “Ah.” That was when a pretty blond barmaid John was prone to screwing around with suddenly stood up from where she had been crouched behind the bar. John then took a moment to zip up his trousers and he didn't care who saw.
“Sorry. Just getting a knee trembler,” he informed me.
I had to admit it. I was pretty impressed. Imagine getting a blow job right there in the middle of a crowded bar with no one really knowing what was going on until right after that final moment. Only John could get away with that. I would have to wait until later myself and the privacy of those dungeons that passed for rooms.
I wasn't all that jealous of John, though. I had my own share of the ladies. When it came to getting blow jobs, there was this one girl who was just really good at it. I can't say what she did that was so
different from any of the others. All I know was that it felt great when she did that to me and I enjoyed
the pleasure of her company quite often. She often didn't show up with her friends until after we started, so I could being a night without knowing if she'd be there or not. But every time I saw her, I couldn't wait to get someplace alone with her and have some naughty fun knowing it would usually be good.
So it was the shock of my life one night I knew she was around but figured she was waiting for me on my cot. She often did that and I didn't see her among the girls hanging about after the show. I went back to my place figuring I'd find her and sure enough she was there, on my bed, starkers and spread out, with John's head between her legs.
I could tell he was licking her down there. It was something he recently had discovered that he liked doing and I remember the conversation we first had about it.
“Ever give a bird a blow job?” He asked me once out of the blue.
“What? How would you even do that?” I wanted to know.
“You suck on her. Down there,” he educated me. “With what she's got. They like it if you lick it a lot first too.” Then he waggled his tongue in demonstration but also what was meant as an obscene expression. “I really like doing it too,” He told me. “They just pour out like honey and you get a facefull of what you like about them best. I mean, there it is, in all its glory, right in front of your nose.”
I hadn't yet experienced doing this and was both intrigued and a little taken aback with John's description of it.
So it was no surprise to find John doing such a thing with some girl, but this was a little bit different. This was the girl that was going to give me a good blowjob finally that I had been waiting all night to get. After I got over my initial moment of shock, then I was struck by disappointment knowing my needs seemed about to unfulfilled for the moment. I stood there leaning in the doorway watching her writhe on my bed and hearing her moan and an occasional sound coming from John.
That was when I had an idea. Keeping my cool as much as I could muster, I slowly staggered into the room to let them both know I was there and coming in. After all, it was my bed. I made eye contact with her, then unzipped my leather trousers while she watched. It took a moment and I had a bit of awkwardness pulling them and my boots off, but once my bottom was bare, I slowly swung my leg over her chest and got on the bed crouching down trying to get my looming hard on into her mouth.
She could tell what I was trying and liked the idea. She squealed with delight and reached up to get at me. Her lips were wrapped around me so quickly while her hand took what her mouth couldn't hold. I lowered myself a bit more and at certain points, felt John's hair bumping against my bum. It startled me at first but I quickly ignored it as I figured he was still busy with his licking. I was more intent on finally getting what it was I had wanted.
And I got it too. She sucked on me and my climax was building. Three or four more times I felt John move behind me and his hair bumped into my rear end. I guess he must have been looking up to see what was happening at our end of things. I was just concentrating on that warm wetness I had around my dick and waiting for it all to erupt.
What did happened was a little strange. I was suddenly startled by what I knew to be John's lips kissing me right on my ass. Not just once but two or three times and realizing that it was his mouth I was feeling, that's when I exploded in my river of orgasmic ecstasy right into her mouth.
I felt a little bit weird about that. I mean, I just got off with my butt being kissed by another boy. Was
he the one who turned me on that much or the girl sucking my dick? I quickly told myself it was the girl doing the sucking that actually got me off. I doubt she even saw any of it nor had she known what John was actually doing behind me.
Once I was done quivering, I felt awkward. I slid off of her as nonchalantly as I could and quickly pulled my trousers back on, staggering out of the room and down to the filthy loo to clean myself up a bit and gather my thoughts.
As I left, I saw John crawling on top of her presumably to fuck her. I supposed that's what he did after I left.
I stood in the bathroom for a moment staring at myself in the mirror after I used the loo and washed my hands. I needed to ask myself some questions. What was I feeling? Did I actually like it when John kissed me on my bottom? And if I didn't like it, then why did I come at that exact moment? Was it only a coincidence? Maybe I had already been ready to come anyway and it just happened.
Since being in Hamburg I had learned about the sexual side of spanking and things like that. How we all got these nerve endings in our asses and how some people really dig it to achieve their own sexual satisfaction. I had even let a woman spank me and I had to admit, I didn't dislike it. This was something I definitely wanted to explore a bit more. Women in mask with whips were a bit of a standard in Hamburg at the time. I've seen some guys really like getting lashed roughly and I knew I wasn't there at that level, but it was something I could sort of understand.
The pills and excitement were starting to wear off and I knew I needed to get some sleep. Daytime was probably mere minutes away. As I went back through the place to where I slept, I could see John standing leaning against a wall smoking a cigarette. I tried to pass by him without really saying anything. I sort of didn't want to look at his face at that moment but his voice made me stop.
“She liked it. The girl,” He announced kind of loudly.
“Huh? What girl?” I didn't understand.
“That girl. The one who just gave you a blow job,” he clarified. “She told me she liked it when you just did that. She wanted to tell you herself but you disappeared. She said she liked having two boys and wants to do it again sometime. See what it's like some more.”
“I just didn't want to wait around to get my dick sucked,” I mumbled and tried to keep on walking away. “That's why I did what I did.”
“Oh, we both know that. It was still fun.” Then as I got a few feet from him and almost made it to that dark pit where I slept, he laughed. “Boy, you do like having your ass kissed, don't you? Want me to kiss it now?” I could hear him making smooching noises at me. “Is this how the band's going to have to go?” He called out in a bit of a high pitched squeak indicating he meant it all to be funny. “Me kissing McCartney's ass?” Then one big loud smooch for effect.
I tried to ignore him. As I was just about to walk into the entrance to my place I shared with Pete, who was nowhere to be seen, I heard John call out one more time, “Hey. Doesn't that sound like something that would feel good? Having your ass kissed by one girl while another sucks your dick? Don't it? Don't it?”
“It could be,” I mumbled but I will confess. As I laid there in that dark pit waiting for sleep to overtake me, I thought about having lips kiss my ass while getting my dick sucked for a while. I thought about it often until I actually was in a position to try it again. And those lips, well, I never really thought much about whose they could be.