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A passing fancy	By : Shimmerrain69 Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Journey Views: 1024 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not know the singer Steve Perry, nor do I believe Steve Perry is gay. Other names mentioned in this story are fictiticious. This is fiction and for entertainment only. I do not receive any kind of money for my work.

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Short story-Written 5/4/2012 By LCW
A passing fancy
5/4/2012
Steve arrived at the house 15 minutes early. Pulling into the driveway he sat in the car listening to music while waiting for his realtor to show up. Steve was the newest member of the popular rock group Journey and as of late he’d been living with a band mate. Close as they were, like brothers, they needed their own space and privacy. After a few minutes, a powder blue mustang pulled up alongside Steve’s car. A youngish attractive light brown haired man stepped out.“Good to see you again Mr. Perry.”
“You too” Steve said and they shook hands and proceeded into the house.
Steve’s mother thought he should get an apartment since he spent so much time on the road, but Steve wanted a house and he found the perfect one. The house was a three bedroom, kind of secluded, already furnished with fairly new furniture. It was perfect as far as he was concerned. “And this is the breakfast nook.” Brad said, stepping aside for Steve to step in first. It was circular, with a nice view of the back yard. Steve visualized a barbeque pit, lounge chairs, parties etc as he took in the view. The kitchen was his dream.
Aside from music, cooking was his other passion. He knew he was a pretty good cook, because he’d sometimes cook on the road for the band and crew, and no one ever heckled him about his cooking. The men continued looking over the house, there was nothing he didn’t like about it. When they finally made it upstairs, Steve could feel the young man staring intently at him. Steve turned to look at the man and gave him the Steve side glance.
“I totally idolize your singing.” Brad said.
“Oh” Steve breathed a sigh of relief to himself; he couldn’t make out the look in the young man’s eyes.
“Thank you.” Steve replied, going into the master bedroom. Steve looked about the room, a little small for his taste, but it fit a king sized bed and that was good, considering he liked to have more than one woman every now and then in his bed.
“I want to do something to you.” Brad blurted out watching Steve’s face anxiously.
“I beg your pardon.” Steve said looking at the nervous young man, barely out of college.
“I’m not gay.” The man said. “But you are the most beautiful man I’ve ever seen in my life and your voice; sends chills down my spine.”
“I’m not gay either.” Steve said. This was not the only time he’d been hit on by a man. It unsettled him but that was life, he didn’t make himself and he knew women as well as men were attracted to him.
It was the 70’s after all and everyone was experimenting. Steve was an adventuresome person. I do have a freaky side, I’ll try anything once. Steve thought to himself. “What is it you have in mind?” Steve asked, not knowing if he really wanted to know the answer.
Brad paused a moment, surprised that Steve didn’t try to punch him. “ I want to give you a rim job.” Steve laughed involuntarily and then thought a moment. This was something he’d never done before, being with a man that is and it was a bridge he really didn’t want to cross especially if it was a point of no return. They walked out of the master bedroom and into the guest room. Steve wasn’t crazy about the puke green shag carpet.
“Easily fixable” Brad said as if reading his mind. By the third bedroom, Steve turned to the man and said. “If word of this ever gets out, I’ll kill you personally.” Brad could tell Steve wasn’t kidding. “And…………., I’m not helping you, so if you want a taste of my ass you have to take it, no mouth kissing and no anal.” Steve made it clear. “Ok fair enough.” Brad replied shrugging his shoulders.
The two men stood inches from each other. Both of their hearts were pounding wildly. Steve thought to himself, if Brad weren’t attractive himself, there’d be no way in hell he would have agreed to this. Brad tentatively reached out and unbuckled Steve’s belt and slid it off. Steve instinctively recoiled and stepped back. Brad stepped closer and turned him around and slowly pulled down Steve’s pants to his ankles, exposing his plaid boxers. Not at all what he expected, he’d seen the pants Steve wore on stage, and clearly he wasn’t wearing underwear. Steve stepped out of his pants and underwear and bent over the bed to steady himself better. Steve’s ass was finely shaped, minimal hair. Brad took off his suit coat and got down on his knees and sensually caressed and kneaded Steve’s ass before spreading his cheeks. Brad inhaled his scent, faintly of musk and soap. He pulled Steve towards his hungry mouth, snaking his tongue around his hole, sucking the hole, licking it.
The sensation made Steve’s knees buckle. It was a different experience and sensation; even Steve’s most lustful of groupies never did this to him. Brad crushed Steve’s ass against his face as his tongue darted in and out of Steve’s asshole. Steve’s face grimaced and contorted as he moaned and groaned, helpless and weak to what was being done to him, turning Brad on even more as he ate his ass like it was his last meal. Steve couldn’t resist, he ran his fingers through the young man’s hair and pushed his face deeper into his ass, as he jacked himself off, he lost his balance momentarily but Brad had him firmly grasped at his hips. “I’m coming, I’m coming……..” Steve said breathlessly before releasing himself all over the throw on the bed. He let out a long sigh, his body quivering slightly.
Just then they heard what sounded like a door opening and closing downstairs. Steve hurriedly pulled on his underwear and pants, and Brad rushed to the bathroom, to wash off his face and rinse out his mouth and just in time to meet up with Sandra his colleague, who was showing a young couple the house.
“Brad!” “I didn’t expect to see you; I thought your viewing was at noon?” Sandra said, looking at Steve coming out of one of the bedrooms. “Mr. Perry?” “Yes.” Steve acknowledged. “I’m glad I got to meet you, I was going to work with you but Brad requested you.” “Hope he’s doing a good job.”
“Oh the best” Steve said. Brad and Steve didn’t look at each other for fear of giving something away; both suppressed the urge to laugh. Sandra looked at the contrast between the 2 beautiful men, Brad was equally attractive but more masculine to Steve’s androgynous looks, Brad was the quintessential surfer dude gone preppy to Steve’s darker features suited for a hero in an Harlequin novel. They all said a few more pleasantries and Steve and Brad went back downstairs. It was awkward, but neither spoke of what had just transpired, they went on, business as usual.
“I’m sure that couple is ready to place a bid for this house. They have a small child and think it is perfect, so if you really want it, I suggest you bid at least $5000 more than what they are able to do.” Brad advised.
Steve pondered what he was told, and said.”I’m going to sleep on it.” By morning if I still feel the same way, I will put a bid for it. “Thank you for your time.” Steve thanked him. They didn’t bother to shake hands. It was awkward, considering the man spent some fifteen minutes with his nose up his ass. Brad, stood by his car, and watched Steve until his car was out of sight. He wondered if he had made a grave mistake, what he’d done was so unprofessional and he didn’t want to lose his license or the commission. Steve as he drove away; rolled his eyes and shook his head still not believing he’d allowed such a thing to happen. The sensation of it all was wonderful, but he was strictly a woman’s man.
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