The Disrobed Drummer

Scrolling through tumblr, one photo made a story instantly pop into my head, and over 1000 words later, here it is. 

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“C’mon, just trust me- it will be just like the Red Hot Chili Peppers!”

“You’ve got to be fucking with me right now- that time has passed, Ed.”

“The plan is already in action.”

“It’s on you if this backfires.”

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“Hey, can I get your autograph?”

Turning around, I pulled out my headset to see a fucking bombshell standing in front of me, all tits and daddy issues. She had blonde hair that I already imagined looking down at as she chocked on my cock.

“Yeah baby, what do you have to sign?”

She was dumb- just like I wanted them. Looking down at her hands, she realized that she’d somehow been able to sneak backstage without even realizing that she hadn’t even brought a shirt or a program to sign. There was some activity happening upstairs though because she finally looked up with that smile again.

“Maybe you could just sign these?”

Ripping open the buttons on that cute little shirt of hers, a great pair of tits fell into view, and my mouth dropped with her shirt. I’d been touring with my friends for the past couple of years, but we were always the opener, never the headliner. It was 2:30 in the afternoon on Sunday- we weren’t the usual guys to get groupies fawning over us. That would be the guys strolling onstage drunk at 10:00 pm. This was new to me, and I wasn’t going to lose my chance. My bandmates were in the wings tuning their guitars, but I had ten minutes until showtime since my drums and equipment were already set up on stage. All I had to do was walk on when I heard the music start playing.

“Let me find a Sharpie, gorgeous.”

Rushing around a little too frantically, I searched every table back here in the green room for something, but I couldn’t find a thing. Turning back around, I realized that I wouldn’t need a pen after all. This woman, whose name that I didn’t even know, was now standing completely naked in front of me with her panties around her ankles.

“You know- I think I’d like a gift more than an autograph.” Oh fuck, I’d been swindled… “Maybe some jewelry- maybe a pearl necklace…” Oh fuck, I was about to get laid!

She was in charge now, but I was okay with a dominant broad. Her hands were pulling my shirt over my head, and my jeans were loose enough for her to yank them down to expose the erection that I was sporting.

“Let’s see if you’re as good here as you are onstage.”

“Oh baby, I’m about to rock your world.”

As soon as her lips wrapped around my cock, I knew that this was not her first rodeo. She’d probably had dozens of rockstars down her throat before, and it felt like an endorsement for the band that I was joining the notches on her bedpost. Leaning back into the grimy couch, I could hear the crowd getting a bit louder outside, and I knew that I should be getting ready now, but there was no stopping what was happening. My eyes were shut tight as ecstasy coursed through my veins. I wanted to hold out, show her how long I could last, but I had a show to do and she had those lips. There was no stopping what was about to happen.

She had her hands caressing my thighs now before drifting up to my chest. She even pinched my nipples which made me thrust into her throat which she took without even the smallest gag. Opening my eyes, I saw her staring up at me as my dick was completely hidden inside of her. With a wink, she turned it into overdrive, and I knew that I was about to cum. Signaling to her in words that came out as more of a whimper, she made no moves to pull off of me.

Grabbing a handful of each pillow beside me, I shot my load in three forceful bursts down her throat, and she took it all. Leaning back on her knees, she just wiped off her mouth with a smile as I kept staring at those perfect tits. I was lost in them when Ed appeared in the doorway.

“Trent, get the fuck onstage- the guys are about to go on!”

“Oh shit!” My manager didn’t even seem fazed that I was naked- he just needed me to get into action. With my cock still standing at attention in front of me, I stood up and reached for my jeans, but this broad had somehow slipped them off my ankles. Looking everywhere for them, I couldn’t find them or my shirt, and for that matter, I couldn’t find her- there was just the swinging of the back door signaling her exit with her souvenirs.

“Dude, they won’t pay us if you don’t go out there, so this is just your punishment.”

“Ed, what the fuck are you-”

Before I could even finish talking, my manager slapped me on the ass and spurred me towards the backstage area, and I walked in a daze out into the wings. Normally, I could sneak behind amps to my drum set, but I was too visible here. I was either gonna look like a fucking idiot trying to hide, or I could own it. So, knowing that I was making the wrong choice, I strutted onstage.

It took the crowd a few seconds to realize what was happening, and it took my bandmates even longer, but I walked back to my drums and sat down in a wave of cheers. I had to shift my stool back a bit because my cock was still rock hard and lying on top of my snare.

As the show went on, I tried to calm myself down by saying that the camera crew out in the island in the middle of the crowd would only see me shirtless, and that was completely normal for a drummer. I even calmed down a bit and really got into the show before realizing that I’d still need to get up again and exit. We weren’t in some prestigious theater- we were in the middle of some field so it wasn’t like there were curtains at the front of the stage.

Thirty minutes later, I tried to signal to one of the guys to bring me something to hide with, but they were too pissed at me to help. By now, the embarrassment had coming raging back at full force- it had been clouded by that epic orgasm earlier, but now I truly realized what was happening. I was butt ass naked with a bead of my cum still hanging from my cock. I was about to show off my naked body to a couple thousand people, and I would be photographed and videoed from every angle.

It would take weeks for those pictures to stop resurfacing online, and it would take way longer than that for people to stop mentioning it. We’d gotten more gigs because of it, but they kept asking me to get naked like I was fucking Anthony Kiedis or something. They’d hold up their phone, and I’d see the same photo over and over again- me standing up behind my drums, still sweaty. My face was blushed bright red, and my dick was the same color. It would follow me everywhere, and I had to slowly come to terms with it.

At least I never found out that my manager had organized the whole encounter, paying off Dixie to give me one of the best blowjobs that I’d ever had.