Backstage Pass
Story by Bally on SoFurry
A bassist gets some backstage service from his roadie during an intermission.
A story for (im)mature audiences.
The bass guitar is an underappreciated instrument. It doesn’t command the stage presence of lead vocals, the recognizable melodies of the lead guitar, or the loud pounding and jingling of a drum kit. One thing cannot be denied, however: the deep throbbing of a bassline is essentially a musical orgasm, a feeling Kyle knew all too well. His bass technician, Steven, was responsible for the care and maintenance of more than just Kyle’s 4-string. That lucky badger was always waiting backstage for a certain golden retriever to whip out his love gun. “All right, boys. Intermission.” said the lead vocalist. Kyle headed backstage with the rest of the band, his bass still slung across his body. He noticed Steven in the corner of the room, polishing one of Kyle’s spare basses in a very suggestive manner. The badger locked eyes with Kyle as he moved a cleaning cloth up and down the neck of the bass, as if waiting for musical semen to spurt out from the headstock. “I was waiting for you.” he said. “Intermission is my favorite part of the show.”
Kyle placed his bass on a nearby guitar stand. He sat on a folding chair, locked eyes with Steven, and place his fingers on the zipper of his pants. “We always find the most romantic places to have sex.” he remarked. Steven started to sweat, waiting impatiently for the zipper to go down. Slowly but surely, that magnificent golden retriever cock was finally revealed. Steven gawked at it as Kyle gave him a warm, inviting grin. “Take your time.” he said. “The audience is probably getting plastered right now. They won’t realize how long we’ve been gone.”
Amid the cigarette smoke and pale ale of a biker bar in the American Midwest, those two young men were having a private moment behind the scenes. Kyle was panting. His legs were spread apart as he felt the tongue of a very horny badger. One minute later, his cock played a bassline if its own, a steady rhythm with a satisfying feel. “Time for round two?” asked Kyle. He stood up, turned around, and rested his arms on a bass amp. “No wonder you’re not getting any sound.” he joked. “It’s not plugged in!”
Steven excitedly lowered the retriever’s pants and underwear, gawking at his ass as he prepared a condom. The badger firmly grabbed the retriever’s hips before “plugging in” and thrusting. Once again, Kyle panted. The other band members were in earshot, but they didn’t care. This kind of thing was expected by now. The badger finished, his heart racing to a higher tempo as he filled his condom. “Someone should write a song about this.” he joked. Steven pulled out and disposed of his condom.
After both men got their pants back on, they decided to get a beer. “Our next stop is Las Vegas.” said Kyle. “Maybe we can do this at Caesar’s Palace.”