Making Music Cum Alive- Part 1 - Sex Stories

Making Music Cum Alive- Part 1

All the recent Detroit sports news has brought back some wonderful memories of another season of the Tigers and Lions in Detroit. In a time of "Make Love, Not War",the girls were letting their hair grow long, their skirts go short, their desire go hot, and nary a bra was to be seen in any concert or club."One night only" declared the twenty-second spot as Jim entered the Detroit radio station.

Jim quickly recognized the booming voice of Ron Gifford, his program manager. The unusual promotional spot continued with "Appearing TONIGHT at the Rooster Tail, for one night and one night only, the singing sensations and gold record recording artist, the one, the only Four Seasons."

Jim was thankful he was not booked as the house DJ that night at the Rooster Tail. He was surprised, however, at the news of a big-name group, like the Four Seasons, appearing with such short notice to promote the appearance. They would need additional security at a public venue. This was especially true at the Rooster Tail which was a small supper and dance club that sat over Detroit’s illegal but well-known after-hours casino. Two hundred people was a good night. The Four Seasons could easily draw two thousand, even on short notice.

Jim had been up all night. First, there was the gig with Mitch Rider and the Detroit Wheels in Bay City. Then a long drive back to Detroit for his commercial work with no time to sleep before his on-the-air 4-8 PM prime drive shift. He was thankful Julie had ...

... hitched a ride with him back to town, in exchange for keeping him alert, hard, and awake for the long boring drive down I-75. Julie, age eighteen, was an expert cock sucker and had learned how to get herself off while timing the eruptions of the cock she was nursing. Jim loved how she would squeeze his balls, drive his cock into the back of her throat and suck like a Kirby vacuum cleaner as she pumped her slim fingers into her tight pussy. Her blue eyes twinkled as she savored the cum she was swallowing, while licking her own juices off her delicate fingers."DJ, are you free?" Ron Gifford the program manager called on the intercom near the end of Jim's long shift."I'm still on the air for twenty more minutes, Ron, check the clock," Jim replied."I need a BIG favor," Ron shot back, making the engineer slam the delay button to cut off the echo in the hot mike."Ron, I said I'm on the air and then I'm going home, to bed," was Jim's tired reply.Ron fancied himself the Detroit lover. His escapades usually involved women (girls actually) and touchy situations with boyfriends and/or parents. Ron had a penchant for needing help coming through on promises he had made in the passion of the night (usually in the back seat of a car or on the radio station conference table). The promises were usually well beyond his ability to deliver in the light of day. Just because he was the program manager at a major radio station did not mean he had any real connections to the singing groups and stars the ...