Driving home from a concert, William Prout worries his rock star vocalist boyfriend Alex “Tank” Sherman is about to dump him. Things haven’t been the same between them since Tank and his nu metal band went to New York City to discuss a recording contract. William doesn’t think their relationship can withstand the increased publicity Tank’s fame will attract. Already Tank is withdrawn, distracted, and won’t answer any of William’s questions.<br><br>William’s fears heighten when Tank directs him off the highway and along a series of dirt tracks. Where are they going? Will the end of their car journey also be the end of them as a couple, or has Tank worked out a way to have both a career and William?

You Rock!

“Suck me, babe, please,” Tank moaned.


I got a huge kick out of how much power I was able to wield over this guy. I held this rocker’s nuts in the palm of one hand and his dick in the other. I could do what I wanted with them. To prove it, I applied gentle pressure to his nuts, which elicited the sexiest moan from Tank.


But I knew I couldn’t tease him for long. I had my secret mission to complete. It had been impossible to find a dildo the exact length, girth, and shape of Tank’s dick. I’m not sure what the clerk at the sex store thought when I examined pretty much every false phallus they had. In the end I found a dildo that came close, so bought it, took it home and, when Tank wasn’t around, practiced conquering my gag reflex.


Once, twice, three times I went down, taking more of Tank in each time, but, God, the last couple of inches were the thickest.


Chapter 6