Last Saturday I went to see AAF at the academy in Manchester. I like them well enough but I’m not a big fan of the two supporting bands, Hoobastank and POD. Naturally I decided to get very drunk before going. When we arrived the place was pretty much empty and I was bored as Hell waiting for my friends to stop jumping around to the sound of POD, which was just as bad as I remembered. I made a trip to the loos to snort a little MD off of my keys as a coping mechanism (classy eh?).
By the time it kicked in POD had finally left the stage and I was starting to enjoy myself. I had refound my friends by the time Hoobastank came on stage but I was now busy scanning the crowds for someone new to hang out with since my friends where mostly paired up already. What I really wanted was a guy who’d let me sit on his shoulders to watch the gig. By the time I found someone the band was well into their set. I found a tall guy with nice shoulders who seemed to be equally miserable. I pushed my way over to him and grabbed his hand. He looked confused and even asked if he knew me. I said no which just seemed to get him even more confused. At this point I did something that I suppose seemed pretty weird to anyone who isn’t high on MD. I pulled him down to my level and started making out with him. He didn’t exactly resist and pretty soon he was pulling me to the side of the gig. I followed because I was drunk, high, and actually getting kind of horny.
Pretty soon we were making out close to the back of the gig, not far from the bar. I had a couple of silly ideas in my head and in the end I just went for it. I grabbed his hand and led him out of the doors, past the security/bouncers/whatever they’re called and into the corridor. I had intended to head for the disabled toilets but had no idea where they were, so we tried the meeting rooms instead. Most of the doors were locked until we got near the end of the corridor and found one that just happened to be open.
We got inside and he switched off the lights. Pretty clever in hindsight as it probably meant people would assume the room had already been cleaned and locked for the night, he turned around and stood with his back to the door and I continued making out with him. I don’t know if he was nervous because of me or because we might get caught. But he seemed terrified. I made a point of going straight for his belt so he knew what was in store for him. He was basically moaning before I even took his cock out his pants, once I had he was groaning in my ear and running his hands across my back.
I felt his hands come up onto my shoulders, pressing down gently. One hand even running up through my hair and putting pressure on the top of my head. I knew exactly what he wanted. Suddenly I dropped to my knees and looked up in time to see his head rock back with relief. I suppose because he realised he was getting what he had wanted since the moment we entered that room. I took a moment to admire his cock before I placed my lips gently on its head. I wasn’t about to waste time but Hell. I’m a tease. I licked the tip of his cock and was surprised by the taste of pre-cum. Slowly I worked my way down his shaft until I reached my limit. I’ve never been one for deep throating but I try to make up for it with my tongue. So I bobbed my head up and down on his cock. Listening to his low moans and trying to see if he was biting his lip in the dark. Every now and then I paused with his cock at the back of my throat so I could lap at his balls with my tongue.
As much as I love sucking cock, there isn’t much in it for me. So at this point I stood up and turned myself around, pressing both hands against the wall on either side of the door. I knew I should have asked him to put on a condom. But I was drunk, high, and horny as Hell. So I didn’t want to ask in case he didn’t have one. He didn’t wait around to ask either as I felt his hands around my waist, pushing up my top until it was hung around my shoulders. He then pulled down the belt line of my skinnies followed by my underwear (panties for you Americans) and ran a hand between my ass cheeks. I felt the tips of his fingers slide between my lips and over my ass. For a moment I thought he was about the finger my ass and tensed up a little, but instead he suddenly pushed his cock against my pussy. I was wet, but MD tends to dry things out a little and luckily he seemed to realise this. I heard him spit onto his cock before he pushed it inside of me. Pretty soon I was rocking back into him and doing my best to keep quiet.
We must have fucked like that for a while because I was starting to get way too hot and way too sweaty. So at this point I stopped and dropped to my knees again. I knew I wasn’t going to cum thanks to the drugs but I wanted to let him finish before I ran off to cool down. I used my mouth and my hands together and decided to use my favourite trick to help him finish. I pulled down his boxers and cupped his balls gently in one hand. Rolling them back and forth as my head bobbed up and down on his cock. I could feel my saliva running down my chin and dropping onto my tits even through my T-shirt at this point. He was starting to groan and his hand was now sitting firmly on the back of my head. Suddenly he thrust his hips forward hard and I felt myself pressed against the door behind me. His cock twitched once between my lips before I felt the first pulse of cum against the back of my throat. I felt his hot cum pooling on my tongue and had to swallow before he even finished because there was so much of it. I swallowed every drop of his cum and he finally moved his hand away from the back of my head.
I glanced up briefly to see him standing with his head back holding the base of his cock on one hand. Kneeling, I rearranged my clothes and pulled my jeans back over my ass. I got to my feet and, without a word opened the door and headed back towards the gig hoping they’d let me back in.
TL/DR: Don’t do drugs kids, it makes you have hot sweaty unprotected sex instead of enjoying the gig you’ve paid to go see.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/36in0i/i_sucked_a_guys_cock_at_a_gig_without_saying_a
What a shitty gig.
The world needs more of your kind of women. Awesome!
Thanks, I’m sure there’s lot of us out there. We just don’t like to chat about it apart from on anonymous sites like this!
My thoughts exactly. Still, I had a good time.
It was. Although I had fun in the end :P
I clearly go to the wrong gigs in Manchester!
Haha, this isn’t something I’ve ever done before so you haven’t been missing out.
I figured those bands stopped playing in about 2003.
Should have waited till after work to read this.
help a square out… what is MD?
I miss drugs for these very reasons..
> while bec MDMA, Molly, Extacy (sp?) – not my kind of high, I’d rather down a line of cola or smoke some buds
Why didn’t this happen to me when I was in the academy the other week?
That guy had a story that nobody would believe that night. He probably still doesn’t believe it. Wow.
Why not? (genuinely curious)
I don’t think anyone who paid money to see that lineup deserves to have their dick sucked.
Judgement, shaming, and the assumption that means we’re down to fuck anybody at any time however they want (entitlement).
Well… I paid to see it! Mainly because my friends where going but still. I bet he’s glad he did go though :P
What he said! MDMA is supposed to be purer than ecstasy I think. But I reckon if you buy the dodgy stuff you’re actually just buying crushed up pills.
This, I reckon my close friends wouldn’t be too surprised and would probably enjoy the story. But they’d also probably tell other people who would judge me.
Maybe you should do again. So hot.
THAT WAS YOU??!! Babe, that was an awesome night, thanks to you! Sincerely, The guy.
Hmmm… I’m not sure I believe you. What bands name did have on my top? And do I have any tattoos? :P
Why was it on your keys?
It wasn’t, it was in a bag but you can scoop a little out on a key like a mini spoon to snort it. Not idea but what else do you do in that situation?
This is the most Manchester story hahaha
Uh… Rolling Stones and a picture of Mickey Mouse?
Babe that was you? I’m really the guy you did that to. Your shirt was pod
I count one word you said to him! I think… super hot either way, of course. Also, Americans definitely call them underwear too. You don’t seem super British in your writing. Where are you from?
Ah, I did write that didn’t I. I think it was actually more of a head shake, since you can’t really hear anything in the academy.
Also, I said underwear because I can’t remember what underwear I was wearing, and panties sounds silly.
That makes a lot of sense. :)
I wouldn’t tell no body. I enjoy stories like this. I live vicariously, through other people. And am a sad, sad boy.
I want to believe.
I like that you just got up and left never to meet him again. Imagine if he was on something too and probably just stood there for like five minutes wondering if that really just happened. Fucking funny!