- Music lover. Part 1
- Music lover. Part 2
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seeing a live girl for the first time. He glanced over Sveta's face, over his sweater, noting the tiny knobs that were hidden, hiding under his skirt, ending his way on girl's little feet, stuck in homely slippers that were exorbitant in size.
- Seryozh, what are you? Go on, I really wonder, - Sveta looked up at Sergey, smiling embarrassedly.
The young man was struck by sweat, his breath quickened, his heart seemed ready to jump out of his chest, carrying all thoughts with him, cold, sticky goosebumps running down his back. Unable to cope with himself, the young man moved his lips, trying to say something ...
- Light, I'm going! You are walking? - from behind the closed door of the room came the loud voice of Claudia Zakharovna.
- Yes, mom, I'm coming! I am now! - responded the girl, not looking away from the intense face of Seryozhka, as if expecting from him something important and the most important.
- Light ... I'll call you tomorrow ... okay ?! If you are not busy ... maybe we ... well ... - Sergey squeezed out of himself, trying to speak in the affirmative.
- Tomorrow I'm free, I will wait! - answered the girl, kindly smiling.
The young man began to shine all over, it seemed that the world had played for him with new colors.
“You take me to the door, okay?” - embarrassed said Sveta, with a shrug of touching shoulders ...
* * *
That night the Starling hardly slept, he suddenly remembered Lyubka Vorobyova and that event at the graduation party. Or maybe all the girls are like her? Maybe they all want of this and just waiting, hesitating to say right?
Remembering Sveta, this lovely modest girl sitting on the couch next to him, the young man came to the conclusion that such a modest woman simply could not ask him about it, could not even hint like that hardened Sparrow. But more he will not be a fool ... Enough! It's time to take everything into your own hands, it's time to arrange your life, it's time to become a man ...
Not paying attention to his member, who had risen in his underpants, Seryozhka rolled over on the other side and fell into a deep, full of sweet dreams, sleep the very morning ...
Waking up quite late, Skvortsov happily remembered that today is Saturday, the day off. Parents have already left for their relatives in the village, they will return only tomorrow towards evening. Seryozhka cheerfully got out of bed and, waving his arms, walked over to the frozen window.
Beauty! The whole city under a white veil, an elegant Christmas tree still stands in the courtyard, happy smiles are on people's faces, children play snowballs. The winter holidays have already ended a week, but still there is fun and laughter everywhere. Standing at the window, in his underpants, Sergey smiled happily, abruptly clapped his hands and sat down, stretching his arms to the sides ... Beauty!
Taking a shower, washing off the sweat and remnants of sleep, Sergei suddenly turned off the water and wiped a drop of water off his face. He looked down, turned to the light, running his palm over his pubic hair. Strange, but he almost never before perceived his penis as something more than that, as soon as to remove from the body the liquid waste. Rubbing his eyes, the young man gently took hold of his penis with his fingers, as if seeing him for the first time, lifted him slightly, supporting him with his palm.
He squeezed his head slightly with his fingers, pulling the skin off, gently moving his hand ...
Of course, he already tried to masturbate. For the first time he tried this case rather late, in a mess. Sergey could not say what he liked, but nevertheless, deciding to try something new, something that all the boys in the group were already doing, the Starling closed in the bathroom that evening, turning on the water in the sink.
He didn’t even need Vovkin a miracle magazine, the guy had enough imagination. Besides, he, as he himself believed, did not perceive everything as he did, he perceived the world and surrounding things through music.Pulling off his sweatpants and underpants, Starling closed his eyes and “turned on” music in his head, actively complementing it with pictures seen on the cover of the plate and catch a glimpse - in a music magazine, at the local huckster ...
The new musical group, consisting of several girls of very dubious age, they were all slightly older than Seryozhka himself, bore the funny name “Runaways”. The starling especially liked three of them: dark-haired, with a wolfish look, guitarist, dreaming of becoming a soloist, another girl with a guitar, plump and with a surname like an American car brand, and a pretty blonde soloist, who was soon thrown out of the group - the same black.
Listening in her head to the hysterical, semi-bubbly vocal of a blonde soloist, imagining how this trio galloped around the stage, presenting them without anything, Skvortsov actively moved his hand.
It is fair to assume that between the legs of the dark-haired should be black hair, and the other two - lighter, Seryozhka increased the pace, breathing heavily and pressing his lips. Having decided that he is simply obliged to find, buy, get or, at worst, rewrite the new album of these overseas divas, Skvortsov, groaning, released into the sink a tight stream of sperm.
Continuing to move his hand, thinking with amazement that he tried, Sergei, standing on his weak legs, washed his penis under running water, shyly hiding him in his underpants ...
But now, taking a shower, the young man did not want to do anything like this, on the contrary, now he felt ready for something more, for a new life ...
* * *
The starling climbed out of the bath and, holding his tense cock in his hand, stood in front of the mirror. Palm pressed member to the stomach, the second touched the stretched scrotum. Penis almost reached the navel, still gaining strength and power. Seryozhka winked at his reflection. Now he will no longer be ashamed of hiding his dignity, his girl, that’s how his girl will be pleased, and she will not even have to hint at anything.
Wiping his head thoroughly, not even wearing a bathrobe, Skvortsov left the bathroom. In my room, rummaging in the closet, I found and put on fresh panties and a t-shirt. I splashed cologne, combing my already quite long hair. Dressed in pants and shirt, went into the corridor. He stood a little, gathering his courage, and stretched out his hand to the telephone set on the nightstand in the corner.
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Finally, you posted prose! This is your style! Great story! Ten and three plus signs. Will it be sold? It seems to me that the continuation of the story here suggests itself.
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I can’t say that I’m a fan of the author DD (The Other Dmitry), but there is something indescribably aching in his stories. And the story "Music lover" in general stands alone, in his work, as a bold experiment in mixing styles and genres.
It seems that the topic is stupid, and the plot is banal, however, teenage emotions and experiences are uncommonly and vividly conveyed. It would seem, what is it actually about? A boy of about fifteen or sixteen came home from college, turned on the music, flipped through porn with a friend, got excited, well ... and again listened to music ...)))
And, forgive me, it happens all five years, from autumn 76 to March 81, with short breaks for: - first sexual experience after graduation, military service, well, a banal nightmare in front of a mirror. It may seem to someone that this is an autobiographical story about the sex life of a teenager-young man ...
In fact, this is love story about a selfless love of music. It is the audio sequence that is the main character of this story, and all the other characters are extras and background in this video clip. The very same earring Skvortsova assigned the role of frontman at the concert.I will not say that he has all the data to look like the sex symbol of his generation, but the inner torments of the young man’s sexual development and a long way, from a timid teenager to a self-confident male, are passed on masterly.
It should be noted here that the path of Sergey Skvortsov was difficult, thorny, and full of adventures like the road from the Yellow brick to the Emerald City for a girl Ellie and Totoshka the dog. Two passions are raging in the soul of a teenager: the love of music and erotic fantasies.
"... I follow with great interest
for many years of ancient battle,
In me the angel is fighting with the devil
And I sympathize with both ... "
Inevitably, there are allusions to the Cowardly Lion - Vovka Strizhov tempting an innocent boy porn. Further, with the evil sorceress Gingema (temptress Any Vorobyeva) depriving the boy of innocence. The angry witch Bastinda (Skvortsova’s elder sister, Tanya), who threw out all records of a music lover-brother. And the boy himself is going a long way in his sexual development, from the infantile Scarecrow to the macho Iron Tinman.
Of course, we can say that DD draws us a rare in his wretchedness image of an adolescent infante who is absolutely indifferent to the opposite sex and ends up not having time to start, but one should not forget that the beginning of the saga falls on school years, and boys generally mature much later than coevals - classmates.
Personally, when I studied at school and at the university, I considered all my classmates and classmates to be rare boots. Always preferred to stir up with those who are older and do it on the side. As for adolescent hypersexuality, it should be noted that, for example, in the seventh grade, the main event of the summer was the first blowjob. Separately, I note that in terms of emotions and spiritual experiences, this could only be compared with the first ball of Natasha Rostova in the novel “War and Peace” by Lev Tolstoy.
I ..., this means that everything in life should happen on time, and if a teenager is not ripe for sex, then hurry up nefig ..., however, such extremes as the first blowjob at 18, and the first sex at 22 this is a diagnosis.
But back to the protagonist of the story - Music.
I don’t remember the names of politicians and the dates that accompanied my childhood and youth, but it’s worth hearing the musical composition of that period, as everything pops up in my memory ... Not only when it was, but all events up to the weather and the mood on that day when i first heard this tune.
Whitney Houston’s “I Will Always Love You” sounded on the first-grade school line, and the day was sunny, but windy and cold, which is rare for those places (South-West Europe, Belgrade). September is usually warm there, if not hot.
By the way, a few words about the heat, do not consider it a pun.
Summer, sea, beach, heat, first blowjob. The boy had such a tower that only half fit in his mouth. Not to say that his eggs were the size of a fist, but they were ringing from tension, that's for sure. It lasted seconds to fifteen. I tried not to choke while he was finishing, and a song was rushing over the beach ... Baby One More Time (... Baby, one more time) from Britney Spears' debut album. At that moment it seemed to me that I would burst, if not from sperm in my mouth, then from laughter ...
On the day of sixteen, we famously danced under the album "25 frame" group Splin. Under the words of the song "Life Line": - Rot your line - the lights are burning ... I got a cake with candles. There was such a drive that I was ready to squeak with delight.
At graduation in high school, we are fans for Shakira “Whenever, Wherever”, and the summer session in the first year was handed over to the cartoon Glucose: “All the secrets to the pockets, I walk with Doberman”
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