AdultMatchMaker
AdultMatchMaker
BLOW THE BAND
I worked at many different jobs to pay my way through college. I waited tables, pumped gas and delivered pizza, among other things. I guess you could say that I had a very well-rounded education. In addition to my scholarly education, I learned a dozen different trades. I feel a little sorry for those who have their college education paid for by their daddies. They don't know what they missed.
I usually held two part-time jobs at the same time and took whatever I could fit into my class schedule. It wasn't all work and no play. The drudgery and boredom were frequently relieved by erotic adventures. For example, I got laid when I delivered pizza to swingers. While working the late-night shift at a gas station, a man walked in and invited me to screw his pretty wife while he watched. I promptly accepted his offer. When I was waiting tables, I nailed a waitress while we were on our break. But I had the wildest experience of my young life when I played lead guitar for The Smart Alecs.
It was my best friend Alec's idea to form a rock-and-roll band. After recruiting three other students from the Music Department, we were in business. I had played guitar in a high school band and had continued playing as a hobby. I wasn't any Jimmy Hendrix, but I was pretty damn good. The others were all accomplished musicians. After our first rehearsal, we just stood and stared at each other in awe for awhile. Then Alec said, "Step aside Stones, here we come." Technically, we were much better than the average rock-and-roll band. We knew how to read music and play the chords but had neither the time nor the inclination to write our own material. Everything we played was plagiarized.
Although Alec had conceived The Smart Alecs, he had little interest in managing the group. After they unanimously voted me their business manager, I arranged an audition at a nightclub called, believe it or not, "Take My Wife, Please!". That should have tipped me off that it was a swinger club. After our audition, Adultmatchmaker, the gorgeous blonde owner/manager came to me and asked, "When can you boys start?" All of us needed money very badly, so I promptly took the job. We were hired to play two nights a week - on Fridays and Saturdays. The next Friday, we showed up for work determined to put our best foot forward.
"I hope you fellows are broad-minded," Adultmatchmaker said. "You will see some things tonight that you have probably never seen before." She certainly wasn't exaggerating! We filled the dance floor with our first tune, a little number made popular by the Stones. If the swingers objected to our lack of originality, it certainly didn't show. As we hammered out our second tune, they began getting naked. A gorgeous blonde tossed aside every stitch of clothing and pranced naked just a few feet in front of me. Her big tits bounced up and down as she gyrated to the driving beat. It was almost as though I were having sex with her! Each time I strummed my guitar, her tits bounced! My cock got hard enough to jack up a car.
The scene before me was so bizarre that it seemed unreal. People in various stages of dress were dancing with each other. Naked or topless women were dancing with fully-clothed men. Naked men with erections were dancing with fully-clothed women. It was like something out of a Fellini film. It was virtually impossible to concentrate on the music. I sensed that the others were also unable to concentrate on their playing. We were just playing notes, and not doing a very good job of it.
When we took our first "pause for the cause", we chewed each other out for the quality of the music. "We've got to stop looking at the pussy and start playing music," I said. "Who cares? All of our tunes have filled the dance floor. They just want to dance naked." Mark, our drummer, did have a good point, but it was up to me as the manager to be more objective. "Adultmatchmaker is the one we have to please," I said. "This is our first night. We have to shape up or we will be looking for another gig." We agreed to try to keep our eyes on the ceiling and to concentrate on our music.
Our second set went much more smoothly. I tried to keep my eyes locked on the "exit" sign above the door, and was moderately successful. But there were distractions too powerful to overlook, like a naked woman under a table giving a blowjob. How can any horny twenty year-old college boy tear his eyes away from such a tantalizing sight? Before the night ended, I witnessed three under-the-table blowjobs and one full-fledged fuck!
We played for two hours, and then our audience promptly disappeared. There were only a handful of swingers remaining, and they seemed more interested in talking than dancing. Adultmatchmaker approached us wearing absolutely nothing. Apparently, she not only managed the club but also participated in the depravity. She had big, round tits, a narrow waist, and long, sleek legs. Rest assured that the moment I got home that night, I beat my meat with that glorious image in mind.
"You dudes are doing great," Adultmatchmaker said. "I've heard nothing but good things about you." I finally managed to tear my eyes away from her flawless breasts. "Thanks, but where did everybody go?" I asked. "Honey, they are dancing horizontally in the back room, which, by the way, is out of bounds to you guys. Your job is just to get them worked up. You won't have to work so hard now. Use the next two hours for practice, if you like." And that's exactly what we did. Without all of the naked people prancing around in front of us, we were able to work some of the kinks out of our tunes.
The next night - Saturday night - things went much more smoothly. We knew what to expect and how to cope with it. We had all agreed to jack off before coming to work so we wouldn't be so distracted. That worked fine for the first hour, but then my cock went on a rampage. I probably had between twenty and thirty hard-ons that night. When I really focused on my playing, the boners melted away, but if I succumbed to the temptation to ogle the naked women, even for a few seconds, my prong came back up. We played some good stuff that night but were still far from perfect.
Three of four weekends passed. Adultmatchmaker and her swingers seemed to be pleased with our music. Playing better than ever, we began to have aspirations of making it big. When we showed up for work on a Friday night, Adultmatchmaker took me aside. "Oh, no, we're getting sacked," I thought. I had no reason to worry. "Larry, you guys are playing great. I couldn't be more pleased. How would you like a raise?" That took me by surprise. Who gets a raise after only a month on the job? But there was a hitch.
"Larry, would you consider playing in the nude to get a nice raise?" Adultmatchmaker looked so hot and smelled so good that I started getting hard. "You mean you want us to get up on stage naked?" I couldn't stop a boyish blush from spreading across my face. "Yes, that's right, honey. Don't you think that it would be more appropriate to play naked." I told her that I would talk it over with the others.
The club was packed that night with wall-to-wall swingers. We played the first set with our clothes on, then, on our first break, I told the others about Adultmatchmaker's offer. "No way, man," Mark said. "Come on, Mark, you'll have all of your drums in front of you," Gary said. "Nobody will even see your wiener." We discussed it for awhile and then took a vote. Mark, the drummer, was the only one opposed. The rest of us stripped down to our shoes and socks. Mark, seeing that we were all determined to go through with it, finally gave in and shed his clothes. I had never seen my buddies naked. I was pleased to see that they were as well-built and well-hung as I was.
When we walked out on the tiny stage in the raw, the audience went wild and gave us a standing ovation. I slipped the guitar strap around my neck and took my position at the front of the stage. I always wore my guitar high to give me better control, so my cock and balls were fully exposed. Gary, the bass man, was also fully exposed. I had noticed that most of the swingers were thirty-something, ten or more years older than we were, so to those swinging gals, we were young stuff. I felt their eyes burning into my long, thick cock. It ignored my order to stay limp and began to rise. Even though I had jacked off before coming to work, I soon had a raging hard-on. Gary also had a magnificent boner. The swingers loved it and showed it by giving us thunderous applause.
It is ironic that we played better naked than we had with our clothes on. I tried to concentrate on my music while letting nature take its course. My cock, seemingly with a mind of its own, went from hard to soft and back again. We played some good stuff that night. When our shift ended, we emptied our tip can and counted the take. We did better that night than we usually did for the whole weekend. Our windfall quickly vanished as we celebrated our success in various honky-tonks.
We soon became comfortable with our nudity. Actually, I had felt very out of place with my clothes on. Being naked seemed much more natural. After figuring out that the size of our tips was directly proportional to the size of our cocks, we no longer made any attempt to suppress our boners. We stopped jacking off before coming to work. We even had a contest to see who could stay hard for an entire set. It was a tie - we all managed it.
The wildest sexual experience of my life came on a Saturday night. All of us were sporting pokers as we began our second set. The joint was packed with horny swingers. Then I heard the chant. It began with a handful of people and spread like wildfire. "Blow the band! Blow the band! BLOW THE BAND!" I didn't know what to make of it.
Then five swinging wives, all completely naked, emerged from the crowd and approached the stage. A very sexy-looking babe with plump tits knelt down in front of me. "If you stop playing, I will stop sucking," she said. "Okay, guys, hit it! Norwegian Wood!" I shouted. We began playing - almost frantically - our souped-up version of the Beatles' hit. It seemed appropriate to play a song with the word "wood" in the title because I had one of the finest woodies I'd had in months. The slut-wife's warm, wet mouth closed around it and I was suddenly enjoying my two favorite things simultaneously: playing my guitar and having my cock sucked.
The dance floor quickly filled with half-naked people flinging each other about. We were playing one of our hottest tunes, and playing it better than we had ever played it before. We had the perfect incentive - five skillful cocksuckers on their knees tooting our meat whistles. I could tell by the way mine was going at it that she wasn't going to stop until she sampled my dick-juice. She was giving me the best head that I had ever had.
Mark, the drummer, was the first to blow his load. He tried to keep the rhythm going, but it was as though he had switched to an entirely different tune. The audience realized what was happening and cheered and whistled. Gary, the bass man, was the next to succumb. He managed to strum a few chords while he was shooting his load in his cocksucker's mouth, but they were the wrong cords. Each time one of us came, the music turned sour, much to the delight of the swingers. I was the last to cum. My cocksucker had all eight inches of my cock down her throat when I went off. She pulled my dick back into her mouth so I could hose down her taste buds. I continued playing, if you can call it that. Each time I spurted, I raked the strings with my pick. I hammered that instrument so hard that one of the strings broke. The jaded swingers were hysterical!
We took a "pause for the cause" and staggered backstage. Adultmatchmaker entered with a big grin on her face. "You dudes were incredible. I don't know how you managed to keep playing." I was embarrassed and I could tell that the others were, too. After all, none of us had ever been blown in front of two-hundred people. "Do you call that playing?" I asked her. "We were terrible." Adultmatchmaker patted me on the back. "It was absolutely hilarious," she said. "Don't be surprised it if happens again."
At Adultmatchmaker's suggestion, we took our name "The Smart Alecs" off of the drum and replaced it with "Blow the Band". Every Saturday night during our second set, five naked women would come on stage and suck us off while we played. We always sounded like pros in the beginning and like beginners toward the end, but it always brought the house down. On one occasion when we all came together, we were truly awful. I have no idea how the women were chosen. I only know that I had a different woman every Saturday night for eight months. I never even learned their names.
We had a good thing going, but, as they say, all good things must come to an end. My dream of making it big in rock-and-roll came to an end when the guys began dropping out for personal reasons. But before that happened, we gave gorgeous Adultmatchmaker more than one gang-bang. I'll tell you about that some other time.
