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Somethin' to hide	By : Shimmerrain69 Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Journey Views: 1662 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not know any of the members of Journey-past or present,or Herbie Herbert, I also do not believe the members are or were ever sexually attracted to each other. This story is purely fictional, for entertainment only. I do not get pai

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Herbie had a final band meeting at his home one Saturday evening concerning the newest lead singer, Steve Perry. He knew the other members weren’t too keen on him, so Herbie invited everyone over to get better acquainted with the singer and get to know him on a more personal and relaxed level, at his home. Some of the band members didn’t hold back, Neal being the most vocal.
“He’s a crooner” One of them said. “We need a screamer, he looks too timid.” Herbie gave them an ultimatum and they reluctantly agreed. Steve sat there while Neal and the others voiced their displeasure at the ideal that their band was in need of help. Steve was irritated, but since he was the new kid on the block he held his peace, for the time being.
By 9pm, everyone was gone except for Steve, who was staying with Herbie until he was able to get on his feet and get his own place. Steve owed people money and he was good for paying it back, he just needed steady income. Once he got his first check, he would pay his bills and the people he owed. He didn’t like being in debt to anyone. Herbie had advanced him a few dollars in good faith that it would come back 10 fold.
“I really appreciate this chance.” Steve said sincerely, as Herbie cleared the beer bottles and bowls of potato chips from the coffee table. “If I didn’t believe in you, I wouldn’t have done it.” Herbie said going into the kitchen and coming back to the living room, plopping right back in his comfortable chair. “Neal doesn’t like me that much does he?” Steve asked. Herbie pondered the question. “Well, I’m sure any other time and place he would, but he’s been backed into a corner. It’s not you per se, it’s the ultimatum he’s been given. If we’re going to get some air play on the radio, we need a unique voice, a charismatic front man.” Herbie pointed at Steve. “and a singer to appeal to the ladies as well.” Steve blushed briefly. “With this nose?” Steve pointed at himself. “Yeah, that nose.” Herbie reiterated. “Maybe when you sing into the camera just look straight ahead, keep the profile at a minimum.” Herbie suggested. Steve really couldn’t get too upset about the suggestion; his nose had been a source of ridicule as long as he could remember. His mother’s kind words always helped him to get past the comments. “God made you that way.” “You’re beautiful to me.” and she’d smile and kiss the tip of his nose.
As the men talked into the night, the conversation turned weird and uncomfortable and Steve wondered where the line of questioning was coming from. “You ever been with a man?” Steve looked up from the magazine he was casually thumbing through, looking at Herbie to read his face. “No, and have no desire to be.” Steve said firmly. “Just wondering, some of the guys think you’re a queer.” Steve rolled his eyes; it wasn’t the first time his sexuality had been questioned. “I’m not now, nor ever have been gay, I can assure you.” Steve said; and went back to his magazine. “What do you think about sexual experimentation, men with men in particular?”
Herbie asked not wanting to drop the subject. “Honestly, I think to each his own; not my bag man, but won’t knock others who want to indulge.” Herbie nodded his head, digesting what Steve told him. “I’ve been with a lot of women, because of the involvement with the band; one of the many perks” He smiled thinking back to some of his conquests. “But…………..you intrigue me.” Steve was suddenly in fight or flight mode. He was indebted to Herbie, but was this the price he wanted to pay? He was on the brink of possible stardom, and this man wanted him in the worst way. “Well” Steve said, looking at his watch. Hoping Herbie took the hint. “It’s been a long day and I didn’t get a chance to shower after working in the yard all day.” Steve repaid Herbie by doing odd jobs around his house, until he was able to pay him back monetarily. “So I’m going to shower and turn in.” Steve said getting up and heading down the hall to his room. He was sure it was the alcohol that was talking, and hoped that Herbie would just sleep the lust off.
Some people will surprise you. Steve thought to himself as he turned the water to the shower off. He would not have guessed Herbie to want to experiment with a man; “And why me of all people?” Steve thought, annoyed that he was this close to his dream. “It’s always something.” He mused. With the towel firmly wrapped around his waist he stepped into the hall, and saw that the living room light was off and light was coming from under Herbie’s bedroom door; relieved and hoping he was preparing for sleep. Steve went on to his room. Ordinarily he’d slept nude, but with Herbie’s crazy talk, he felt awkward and vulnerable sleeping on Herbie’s sheets naked. He pulled some pajama bottoms on, thankful he’d packed some. He climbed into bed, the coolness of the crisp clean sheets settled his nerves and before long he drifted off to sleep. Sometime during the evening, Herbie was unable to sleep and not sure why he was feeling the way that he was, found his way to Steve’s room. Steve was fast asleep on his stomach, sprawled out. Herbie stood for a moment allowing his eyes to adjust to the darkened room, looking at the slumbering beautiful man. At that moment Herbie realized his folly and spun on his heel to leave, when Steve woke up. He was startled to see a figure standing in his room.”What are you doing in here?” He asked and turned over on his back, flipping on the lamp by the side of the bed. “I don’t know.” Came Herbie’s response. “Well you’re not going to find it here.” Steve said and pulled the blanket higher up.
Awkward silence as the men stared at each other. Predator and prey in a silent standoff.”I’ve never, ever in my life been turned on by another man.” Herbie said. Steve swallowed over a lump. “No one has to know.” Herbie said hoping to put Steve at ease. “I promise, if you let me do this once, I’ll never ask you again.” Herbie raised 3 fingers in a scout’s honor. Steve stared up at the man, not believing he was hearing what he was hearing. A thousand and one emotions were going through his mind. He considered this as selling his soul to the devil. Steve thought about his dignity, what his mother would think and most of all; could he live with himself? “Think about it.” Herbie went on. “Fame, fortune…………….” “I don’t want to butt—ck you, is that what you’re scared of?” Steve was visibly relieved. “Well what the hell is it then” Steve asked letting his annoyance be known. “You want to kiss me, suck my dick, is that it?” Herbie was quiet. “I want to taste that tight ass.”
Steve’s eyes widened. Steve continued to lie still wishing he were somewhere else. Somehow he knew if he didn’t comply, Herbie would nag him until he got his way. Steve continued to lie still, hoping Herbie would change his mind, but then again Steve could have just said hell no and risk his dream of being front man to a popular rock group. “You promise you will never ask me about this again?” Steve wanted sleep and wanted this over and done with. He sighed heavily and got up so that Herbie could get on the bed. Herbie took off his shirt, but kept his pants on and laid down and got comfortable and told Steve to stand above him. Steve pulled his pj’s down and climbed up on the bed and stood over Herbie .
Herbie looked up at Steve and Steve looked down, his hair falling forward softly framing his pretty face. “I want you to sit on my face.” “Facing which way?” Steve asked; almost laughing at the foolishness of it all. “Facing me, step past my shoulders and lower that sweet ass. Steve did as he was asked, stepping past his shoulders, he slowly lowered his hips, keeping his balance by putting his hands behind him, his hips hovering over Herbie’s face. Herbie got impatient and grabbed his hips and pulled him down to his waiting mouth. The sensation of his behind on Herbie’s face, made Steve bolt his hips upwards. “Relax and lower yourself again.” Steve did, settling comfortably on his upper chest-as comfortable as the situation would allow. His mind went a mile a minute when he felt Herbie spread his cheeks and position him over his nose. Steve went to lift himself again, but Herbie held him down. “You’re a sick fuck.” Steve said and started grinding against him, too aroused to turn back. “You’re allowing it to happen.” Herbie said between breaths. “Do I have a choice?” Steve asked closing his eyes as he continued gyrating against Herbie’s face. “Oh you have a choice.” Herbie said, and slightly lifted Steve to place him directly on his mouth. When Steve felt his tongue make contact with his hole, his legs twitched and he gasped involuntarily.
Meanwhile, Neal was feeling guilty about the mean things he was saying about Steve, in front of him and he wanted to apologize for his behavior. He’d phoned a couple of times, but the receiver was off the hook, or someone was on the phone; he didn’t know which. He figured Herbie and Steve were still up; it was about a quarter after 10, so he made his way back to Herbie’s house. He knew it could wait until morning, but his conscience was bothering him. He knocked on the door. No response. Just for the sake of it, he tried the door knob; he knew both men were home because their cars were in the driveway. It was unlocked, not too unusual for Herbie.
The house was dark, except for light coming from under the door where he knew Steve was staying. It was perfect; he could talk to Steve in private and hopefully not disturb Herbie. When Neal opened the door, ten life times were taken off of him. There in front of him, plain as day, was Steve riding Herbie’s face, his back to him, with his hair cascading down his back as his head lolled from side to side as he started to have an orgasm; Herbie was moaning contently and making smacking sounds as he continued to lick and suck on Steve; he had to unzip his pants to unleash its occupant and to jack himself off. Neal stood there, shaking his head, hoping to wake up. He never would have pegged Herbie as such a man, he’d known him to get his and the bands leftovers which were always women. Steve, he wasn’t too surprised, the long hair and pretty face were a dead giveaway, but what surprised Neal most of all was he found his penis straining against his pants and throbbing. As he backed away he managed to knock against the table in the hall, startling the two horny men. Steve hopped down grabbed up his pajama bottoms, wondering who was in the house with them. He ran to the bedroom door to see the back of Neal racing for the front door; Herbie was right on Steve’s heels. “Neal, Neal wait.” Herbie called after him.
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