The Lookout
This is a cute little story that I wrote concerning Tre's first blow job. It's about
NC 17
Disclaimer.... I do not know for sure whether this happened and I do not own Green Day. But it happened in my dirty mind and I hope your dirty minds enjoy. It is written from Tre's point of view as I try to get into the mindset of my beloved drummer. Wish me luck...
Hey, I'm writing this to, ya know. Oh boy...I dunno keep it as a kind of time capsule for me and I guess for you since you're reading it and all. My name is Frank Edwin Wright the third,but you kind of do the last bit like in Roman numerals like this III. Cool huh? To you I hope I'll be called something different. My cool stage name is (drum roll.. which is kinda ironic cause I'm a drummer and all!!!) TRE FUCKING COOL. Without the cuss word in the middle. Larry gave me that moniker back on the Hill. The hill is where I come from. I'm well aware by now that I come from a spunk and egg situation, thanks to human biology 101 and dirty magazines. Mostly the latter if I'm honest.
Looking back at what I've written so far I see that this is going nowhere. The fact that I came from a hilly part of northern California called Willetts is totally irrelevant to the thing I was going to write about today. I guess Larry is important in the story. No I don't guess,I know. Cause the incident that keeps me awake at night, in a good way, wouldn't of happened if I hadn't met him and joined The Lookouts. That was a big deal for a 12 year old kid. Looking back on those times today make me kinda proud. But now I'm 16 and 3 quarters, I've got this feeling that my life is going to change dramatically in the next few months. See, I've joined this new endeavour, with 2 extremely talented guys called Billie Joe Armstrong (he's our singer and my lover... we'll get on to that later. I'm not 100% gay and Billie and the other guy, oooops I better introduce him. His name is King Dong!! Just joshing with you, his name is Michael Pritchard, but we all change Pritchard to Dirnt. Don't ask. It's a bass thing! Well us 3 love girls. What 17 year old boys don't love pussy? I love it, I love it,I frikkin love it. So do Billie and Mike, however we are all pretty fluid in our sexuality. And you wanna know what, it makes partying in my dad's old converted Bookmobile very interesting.)
Well we are called Green Day... I know it's a douchebag name and yeah it's a weed reference. What's up with that. Call us what you will, we're going to be punk superstars and buy our folks big houses and have cars and stuff.
Anyway this thing that keeps me 'UP' at night (dirty minds) is concerning my first meeting with Billie and Mike. I was just about heading through puberty in the 9th grade or 10th and had no sexual experiences to speak of. Well there was Becky. She was my first, I hesitate to say, girlfriend. When I met her I was tugging myself off on the regular, but Becky was the first person other than myself who grabbed my cock n pumped and pumped it in her hand in a tent in the yard on my dad's property. But meeting Mike and Billie changed all that.
It was on a warm, uncharacteristically muggy night outside of Gilman that I first encountered these 2 skinny kids that would change my world inside out. I'd just played a killer set with the Lookouts and was buzzing with adrenaline and just youthful exuberant thoughts of pure joy. I was topless and sweaty and just needed air. The parking lot was fairly packed as Gilman is such a tiny venue. A lot of kids just couldn't get in, so they came out just to be in the scene and hang out.
I noticed John first. I recognised him as a fellow drummer.
"What's up" I smiled at him.
"Not much man," he drawled puffing on his cigarette. "Great set tonight."
"Thanks" I said, my eyes following his cigarette as he passed it to the guy on his left. Oh my God, those beautiful dreamy emerald eyes and that come to bed look. That never gets old, I tell you. But the first time I looked into them was the first time I ever got a stiff one for a boy. John looked at me transfixed by the singer of his band Sweet Children.
"Say Hi Billie" he smirked.
Billie looked straight at me and his face broke into a smile.
"Tre? Right?"
My mouth had gone completely dry and I just couldn't answer except for a dumbass.
"Huh huh"
"Hey Tre. You ever had your cock sucked?" That's all he said, Mike's giggling broke the moment and Billie dug him in the side. Our eyes never looked anywhere but at each other. His roamed my body and alighted at my burgeoning erection. Again I was struck dumb by his beauty.
"Nuh, huh?" was all I could muster.
"I'll do it for ya," he said nonchalantly. "I love sucking cock. And yours looks like it needs sucking."
John smiled and said, "Why don't you and Mike take Tre over to my van?" He fished out the keys and handed them to Billie. This Green eyed Adonis took my hand and led me to the van...
TBC....
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NC 17
Disclaimer.... I do not know for sure whether this happened and I do not own Green Day. But it happened in my dirty mind and I hope your dirty minds enjoy. It is written from Tre's point of view as I try to get into the mindset of my beloved drummer. Wish me luck...
Hey, I'm writing this to, ya know. Oh boy...I dunno keep it as a kind of time capsule for me and I guess for you since you're reading it and all. My name is Frank Edwin Wright the third,but you kind of do the last bit like in Roman numerals like this III. Cool huh? To you I hope I'll be called something different. My cool stage name is (drum roll.. which is kinda ironic cause I'm a drummer and all!!!) TRE FUCKING COOL. Without the cuss word in the middle. Larry gave me that moniker back on the Hill. The hill is where I come from. I'm well aware by now that I come from a spunk and egg situation, thanks to human biology 101 and dirty magazines. Mostly the latter if I'm honest.
Looking back at what I've written so far I see that this is going nowhere. The fact that I came from a hilly part of northern California called Willetts is totally irrelevant to the thing I was going to write about today. I guess Larry is important in the story. No I don't guess,I know. Cause the incident that keeps me awake at night, in a good way, wouldn't of happened if I hadn't met him and joined The Lookouts. That was a big deal for a 12 year old kid. Looking back on those times today make me kinda proud. But now I'm 16 and 3 quarters, I've got this feeling that my life is going to change dramatically in the next few months. See, I've joined this new endeavour, with 2 extremely talented guys called Billie Joe Armstrong (he's our singer and my lover... we'll get on to that later. I'm not 100% gay and Billie and the other guy, oooops I better introduce him. His name is King Dong!! Just joshing with you, his name is Michael Pritchard, but we all change Pritchard to Dirnt. Don't ask. It's a bass thing! Well us 3 love girls. What 17 year old boys don't love pussy? I love it, I love it,I frikkin love it. So do Billie and Mike, however we are all pretty fluid in our sexuality. And you wanna know what, it makes partying in my dad's old converted Bookmobile very interesting.)
Well we are called Green Day... I know it's a douchebag name and yeah it's a weed reference. What's up with that. Call us what you will, we're going to be punk superstars and buy our folks big houses and have cars and stuff.
Anyway this thing that keeps me 'UP' at night (dirty minds) is concerning my first meeting with Billie and Mike. I was just about heading through puberty in the 9th grade or 10th and had no sexual experiences to speak of. Well there was Becky. She was my first, I hesitate to say, girlfriend. When I met her I was tugging myself off on the regular, but Becky was the first person other than myself who grabbed my cock n pumped and pumped it in her hand in a tent in the yard on my dad's property. But meeting Mike and Billie changed all that.
It was on a warm, uncharacteristically muggy night outside of Gilman that I first encountered these 2 skinny kids that would change my world inside out. I'd just played a killer set with the Lookouts and was buzzing with adrenaline and just youthful exuberant thoughts of pure joy. I was topless and sweaty and just needed air. The parking lot was fairly packed as Gilman is such a tiny venue. A lot of kids just couldn't get in, so they came out just to be in the scene and hang out.
I noticed John first. I recognised him as a fellow drummer.
"What's up" I smiled at him.
"Not much man," he drawled puffing on his cigarette. "Great set tonight."
"Thanks" I said, my eyes following his cigarette as he passed it to the guy on his left. Oh my God, those beautiful dreamy emerald eyes and that come to bed look. That never gets old, I tell you. But the first time I looked into them was the first time I ever got a stiff one for a boy. John looked at me transfixed by the singer of his band Sweet Children.
"Say Hi Billie" he smirked.
Billie looked straight at me and his face broke into a smile.
"Tre? Right?"
My mouth had gone completely dry and I just couldn't answer except for a dumbass.
"Huh huh"
"Hey Tre. You ever had your cock sucked?" That's all he said, Mike's giggling broke the moment and Billie dug him in the side. Our eyes never looked anywhere but at each other. His roamed my body and alighted at my burgeoning erection. Again I was struck dumb by his beauty.
"Nuh, huh?" was all I could muster.
"I'll do it for ya," he said nonchalantly. "I love sucking cock. And yours looks like it needs sucking."
John smiled and said, "Why don't you and Mike take Tre over to my van?" He fished out the keys and handed them to Billie. This Green eyed Adonis took my hand and led me to the van...
TBC....
Posted via m.livejournal.com.