Lucky Breaks a Record

“I think I’m going to go check out the record store,” said Lucky.

“Oh yeah, well, make sure you keep both our loads in that tight ass of yours. If you can keep them in until this evening, we’ll double them up for you,” said one of the brothers.

Lucky kissed them and headed out the door.

DēPanal Records was a mysterious new record store that opened on Historic Main Street in downtown Mount Two Timbers. The windows were covered with black silk drapery which made the gold letters on the window stand out like a siren calling out to her sailors.

Experience

DēPanal

Records

Before Lucky knew it, he was in the store. There was an eclectic array of end tables, lamps, and leather armchairs scattered among the main floor, almost like it was a furniture display room from a 1920’s department store and it smelled like vanilla bourbon and sweet tobacco. There was a dim green hue from the ivy covered skylight above.

Various shelves of all different shapes and sizes topped with viny succulents and filled with assorted records covered every wall, nook, and cranny of available space with enough left just to create a path.

Lucky started his way through the maze and checked out each stack one by one. It was all the usual divas and crooners, pop, country, hard rock, alternative, and then he came across a shelf with a single record on it. The record was baby blue with a pink circle. Standing inside the circle was the hottest guy Lucky had ever seen giving a smile and a salute. He was tan, thick, hairy, and (best of all) shirtless. You could see just the tip of a bulging cock before his picture cut off at the waist.

He pulled the record out. It was somewhat, but as he tipped it back and forth he noticed that he could still see the guy from the cover shimmer in 3d rainbow foil. The label on the record just had one word:

“Ferdinandreo,” Lucky read the name out loud. It felt good on his tongue.

“Are you a Ferdinandrea fan,” came gentle voice from behind him.

Lucky turned to find an gray-haired gentleman smoking a pipe.

“Didn’t mean to startle you. I’m Mr. DēPanal, saw you admiring one of my favorites.”

“I’ve never heard of him.”

“Ah, yes, just caught you’re eye then. If you are a Ferdinandreo virgin then I do recommend taking one of the more private listening spots. Follow me.”

Lucky followed the man, noticing how tight the muscles in his calves were against his suit pants. His shirt was a bit bulging too. They went up a spiral staircase and onto the balcony floor above.

“Here you go, Sir. Have a seat,” Mr. DēPanal gestured to an aged leather sofa in the far corner of the store. It was situated just barely around the corner of the end of the balcony, facing out toward a window. It was angled just right to where he could see the street with its golden morning glow, but no one could see him above.

He sat in the chair and found it to be the most comfortable chair he’d ever sat on. The smell of aged leather enveloped him in a hug.

“Adjust these headphones on your head and, trust me, put this blindfold on as well. When you are ready, give me a thumbs up and I’ll start the record. Then I will leave you to listen.”

Lucky did as he was told. Fixed the headphones to his ears until they were snug and the room became silent. Then he pulled the eye mask over his face and everything went dark. He gave a thumbs up.

The music started. It was light, it was gentle, it was smooth and it had all different arrays of instruments to accompany. Then it got a little faster. Lucky was enjoying it, bobbing his head to the music, feeling the rhythms in his skin and then Ferdinandreo began to sing.

It wasn’t in English and he didn’t think it was Spanish either. He didn’t recognize anything about the language except that it was foreign and it was: beautiful.

The voice was sensual like fingers caressing his ears as they passed through his hair and around his neck. The feeling crept into his sinuses and spread quickly through his brain and it prickled every nerve and every cell within like the excitement of hairs standing on end.

He took a deep breath and his muscles relaxed. He was aware of part of his body as he let himself sink deep into the musky leather of the armchair. The feeling spread through his veins, down his neck, into his heart and lungs. It glided over his limbs, through his skin, and covered his bones.

The blackness surrounded him began to alight with colors and patterns he could never have imagined before.

Ferdinandreo sang about life, love, ache, and forgiveness. He sang about passion, dreams, and desire.

Lucky noticed that he was hard as a rock.

Ferdinandreo was singing directly to Lucky’s soul.

Lucky felt Ferdinandreo’s chest, his sweaty hair, and his arms surround him. The music continued as Ferdinandreo pushed himself against Lucky, kissing him deep at the mouth while removing his pants and throwing them aside. He pulled away and continued to sing.

Lucky looked down, but Ferdinandreo pulled him back up to look him in the eyes. He didn’t get to see Ferdinandreo’s cock as his legs were lifted and the singer pushed inside him. It was a perfect fit. It vibrated and pulsed along to the music as it pushed deeper and deeper into Lucky.

Lucky blinked and Ferdinandreo was gone. He was surrounded by the embodiment of the singer.

Lucky blinked and he was back with Mason and Chasten. They were filling him with his first loads of cum before sending him. He could feel that cum inside him now. He could feel them. He could feel Ferdinandreo. He could feel everything.

Then: he orgasmed.

He orgasmed like he had never orgasmed before. Not in a flood of gushing cum, but something else, something deep inside him. It was a burst of energy, of pure pleasure, and it touched every inch of his DNA.

He tore the eye mask and headphones off of his head and caught Mr. DēPanal’s eye from an aisle down.

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry,” said Lucky.

“Sorry for what,” said the older man.

“I just came…” said Lucky, feeling at his stomach, but it was dry. His cock wasn’t even hard.

“You just came… to buy a record and ended up dozing off in the best chair in the place? I understand. Did you want me to ring you up?"

“Yes, I’ll take this one please.”

Lucky left the store feeling really tingly throughout his entire body like he had just had the best massage of his life. He started on his way home when his cellphone buzzed. It was a text from Mason.

“We’ll be home in 30 minutes. Get ready for round two, boy.”

“Yes Sir,” Lucky responded then added, “I have a great record to put on while we play.”

THE END

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