BeatleFIC: Thoughts From Behind the Wheel pt 5
While the CD becomes more interesting, Paul remembers a wild visit to a sex club with John. NC-17 ADULTS ONLY PLEASE!!! DISCLAIMER: I have no idea what Paul thought about while he took his Route 66 trip.
The more we journeyed on, the more gripping that novel became. Michael was now in an entire different world making a complete different type of living. I mean, we all knew a few club owners back when we were the Beatles but none of them ran places like described in this book. Those tiny clubs that we sat in after school in Liverpool where nothing like this. Sure, I had been in the big discotheques in major cities and even hosted parties in them when I finished a tour, but nothing I saw was like this book described. It almost got to the point where we could hardly wait to get on the road again just to hear what was going to happen next.
We made one stop at another of those roadside diners right at a particularly gripping point in the book. We joked that we'd almost rather sit in the parking lot and continue to listen until it was over. We were that intrigued by it but the chapter came to an end. We decided that was as good as a time as any to go inside and get something to eat but we both were talking about the plot quite animatedly with each other as we walked in the door together.
This was that type of place that had a little store attached to it. The store sold all sorts of things that someone on the road might need which was the type of customer it would attract. I spotted the particular CD reading of that novel that we had been listening to right away on a rotating rack of them.
At the goggled-eyed clerk's stare of surprise when he found me standing there right in front of him and realized I wasn't any mirage, I held the CD up to him and said, “You've got this. We've been listening to it for most of this trip. It's really good. You should give it a listen. It's amazing.”
“I will, sir,” He said politely as he actually took it from me and placed it behind the counter. “I listen to these all the time when it's hard to pick up radio signals.”
Then it was pretty much business as usual. We were seated and ordered eggs and pancakes. Breakfast food with no meat though we always get asked if we want bacon or sausage. When we were done we paid our bill and as we left, I smiled at the clerk, pointed my finger at him and said, “Now, you enjoy that CD.”
“I'm going to start on this one tonight,” He replied. “I'll take your advice. You never steered me wrong before.”
I smiled as I left resisting the urge to say, “Go Veggie at him hoping he'd take that bit of advice. But I didn't. I decided not to. Just let him have his memory of meeting me the way it happened. I like the way he told me he had been a fan. It was very original.
So, on we went along the road with the CD continuing to tell the tale of Michael and some of the new characters he was getting involve with.
Then came that scene. The one that the description must have meant when it used the word, “Erotic” among the many other adjectives to describe the story along with “Gripping” and “Thrilling”. At first, I thought it must have related to a brief but very sexy description of Michael and Colleen making love near the beginning of the book. Then there was a second love scene later on when Michael was losing Colleen and he could sense it. I figured that was the erotic part. Boy, I was wrong there.
Michael was expanding into gay clubs. The author used it in an interesting way for him to work out his
feelings about Raoul and how he had disrupted Michael's life for no good reason. That was an intriguing bit of psychology the book had gone into at one point that really changed its tone. Then came the private groups. Michael was interested in perhaps letting some private men's Leather groups rent his place for one or two nights a month. He wanted to see exactly what it was about before he committed to anything. So he was escorted to one by someone who knew the ins and outs of such events.
That's where things got really wild. I knew about S&M but wasn't sure that's what was meant by Leather when I first heard the term. Though I knew what went on in such a club from my Hamburg days. I had long ago been indoctrinated into that. I still was a bit taken aback by the lurid descriptions of various acts Michael witnessed plus the drama going on between some of the men. It was suddenly a gay porn soap opera we found ourselves listening too. I will admit my attention was being held by it through the entire narration but a good part of me was also incredibly shocked and part of me was also waiting for the book to get back to its original tone. I was caught by all three emotions.
I had been in such clubs. Many times. There was a difference though from being a young boy exploring who had no money and was luckily under the watchful protection from those around him to being a main member of the biggest musical act in the world, holding the world at my very fingertips and enjoying some of the pleasures such power could bring me.
Every major place on the planet has some area zoned off to be a red light districts. Some are more celebrated then others, but any major city will have such a spot. I've been in many and seen a variety of things. Everything you could want to see and some things you wish you didn't.
It was John who suggested that particular club. He was the one keen on going. I'm still not sure how he even talked me into it with him as I had my doubts and that was the incident that showed me maybe such a wild life had its limits with me.
“They call it the Orgy Room,” he said grinning that wicked smile he could bestow upon you when he was up to something that could either be wicked or extremely fun. “All the girls are professionals. You can pick any you want and do nearly anything.”
“Aren't they all like that?” I asked sort of sarcastically. I wasn't sure why this place was any more special then anywhere else we had been that was like that.
“They've got private rooms and stuff,” John went on ignoring my subtle negativity. “You can use those if you want to but the Orgy Room is out in the open. Everybody has to be naked in that part of it. Lots of cushions and Mod furniture. You can see everything.”
“And we want to watch other guys fucking around us because...?” I asked not being as subtle anymore.
John just kept on grinning. “Because it's fun. I've always been curious about such a scene. You know, we've read about them in some of those swinging times they've had in the past like ancient Rome or Vienna just a few centuries ago. Aren't you just the least bit curious too?”
I had to admit I sort of was. I've tried so many other things in my life. How was this any different when it all boils down to it?
So I agreed to go with him. Someone else made the arrangements for us. I just remember the car dropping us off and us being escorted inside. We had our choices of various scenarios and situations, but John was keen on checking out that Orgy Room rather then going one on one with some working girls.
It was after I made my first pass walking around inside that I began to realize that it wasn't totally my scene. The room was dark blue with occasional red and black accents. Oddly shaped lounge furniture with oddly shaped tables and lamps made for the decor. Very very modern.
The men scattered about where every size, shape and texture but the women were all beautiful,
stunningly gorgeous. Those that weren't otherwise engaged where busy being enticing and tantalizing to the various male guests. I didn't really see anything that interested me enough to go for it. I'm not sure why. When I realized that, I started taking a good long look at myself as I stood there naked in that room full of various hairy body parts and smooth skin gleaming in unison along with the sounds and smells of passion and fantasy fulfillment. What was I looking for while I'm here? For the first time in my life, I wasn't sure. For once, I just simply didn't want to go and get my rocks off with some looker. I really didn't know what I wanted. Was this even it?
John was having a great time. He had immediately dove right in the moment we both arrived. I had been hearing him squeal with laughter around me for most of the short time we had been there. When I looked over in his direction, he had two very large breasted women on either side of him. They were rubbing their bosoms on each of his cheeks. When he caught me looking, he made a great face at me and I couldn't help but smile at him. At least he was getting what he wanted.
The scene wasn't really doing it for me. Sure a few of the ladies tried to catch my eye. A few years earlier I probably would have bedded any one of them. I'm not sure what was turning me off at that point but something was. Was it the presence of strange men? I've had sex with other guys in the room before but it had always been people I knew like John. Maybe but I wasn't sure. To be honest, there weren't that many. There seemed to be a glut of working girls in that room and very few customers. I'm not sure what the situation was exactly to cause that.
John caught my attention again. He was sitting on one of those crazy couches with a lovely lass's breast in his face. I could tell he was sucking and nibbling away at her and probably loving every glorious moment of it. That girl he was with, her ass and legs were gorgeous. Her bosom wasn't bad either. For some reason, staring at her from behind, John's hands and face on her, I found myself getting aroused. There I was standing starkers in the middle of this strange den of sin and my dick was suddenly telling me where to go. It seems kind of funny or dumb to be saying that, but it was how things were unfolding. So I slowly walked over to them and put my own hand on her shoulder. She looked up at me and I said hello, then I stood behind her showing my intent to get on her and ride her while John was doing her front.
She wasn't at an easy angle for access but somehow I managed. Feeling myself surrounded by her wetness made me forget my earlier dilemma about being in this place. I heard her make noises approving my move and John? I saw him open his eyes to look up at what I was doing once or twice but other then that, he kept his nose buried in her cleavage. I'm sure his tongue was lapping away.
The girl began moaning what a thrill it was for her. Having both of us on her like that. How good my fuck felt. How John was making her tits hard. I heard him smack and slurp when she mumbled that one. I slowly moved my hips working to get a rhythm going.
Then I felt John's hand. It was on my hip. At first I figured he was mistaking my skin for her but then he moved his palm down so it was cupping my ass. He didn't let go. He continued to hold onto me and I felt myself growing warmer inside of her as his fingers began probing up and down my hills and valleys smoothly. He knew what he was doing to me. It was like he was teasing me, tickling me. Every now and then he'd take it away, put it somewhere else, probably on her, then he'd be back. His touch feeling my ass. His fingers getting braver and braver, knowing what I liked. When one of them finally slipped inside of me the third time before slipping back out, I climaxed shuddering and thrusting hard into her, making her think she was the one doing everything to me. She had no idea there was something going on literally behind her back. She could never find out.
Of all the clubs I had been to, that one was certainly one of the more wide and open ones I've been too.
I never went back and I'm not sure if John ever did either. It was one we never talked about again with each other. I just know I didn't want to bring it up. We'd hire professionals in the future and have some wild scenes, but nothing like that.
“Whew,” I thought to myself wiping my forehead from the memory. I hadn't even thought about that place in a very long time. “I wonder,” I told my leading lady as she listened to the CD sitting next to me, “What that kid I told to listen to this CD is going to think when he gets to this part.”
“He's going to think we're big perverts,” She laughed and we both cracked up.
“Well, I wouldn't have told him about it if I had heard this bit first,” I said.
“How's he going to know that?” She pointed out. She's right. What could be done?
“Oh well,” I shrugged my shoulders. “Nothing I can do about it now.” We both still got a chuckle about it.
I was still thinking about it all when I fell asleep that night in the hotel room. I was reflecting on my day in bed when I woke up and realized I had been asleep and dreaming. It was just starting to get light outside just a tiny bit.
Once she was awake, she told me, “You were sleeping with your eyes open last night.”
“I was?” I replied. I had learned long ago I sometimes did that.
“I got up to use the bathroom and not only where your eyes open, but you had this funny smile on your face too. It was eerie and funny at the same time.”
“So I've been told,” I replied having heard this many times over the decades.
And our journey continued on. The CD was pretty much finished. Nothing really happened after that big Gay Leather scene except that Michael learned there were many other aspects to the world then his own. I won't spoil the ending for you should you happen to pick up a copy and have a listen for yourself.
The more we journeyed on, the more gripping that novel became. Michael was now in an entire different world making a complete different type of living. I mean, we all knew a few club owners back when we were the Beatles but none of them ran places like described in this book. Those tiny clubs that we sat in after school in Liverpool where nothing like this. Sure, I had been in the big discotheques in major cities and even hosted parties in them when I finished a tour, but nothing I saw was like this book described. It almost got to the point where we could hardly wait to get on the road again just to hear what was going to happen next.
We made one stop at another of those roadside diners right at a particularly gripping point in the book. We joked that we'd almost rather sit in the parking lot and continue to listen until it was over. We were that intrigued by it but the chapter came to an end. We decided that was as good as a time as any to go inside and get something to eat but we both were talking about the plot quite animatedly with each other as we walked in the door together.
This was that type of place that had a little store attached to it. The store sold all sorts of things that someone on the road might need which was the type of customer it would attract. I spotted the particular CD reading of that novel that we had been listening to right away on a rotating rack of them.
At the goggled-eyed clerk's stare of surprise when he found me standing there right in front of him and realized I wasn't any mirage, I held the CD up to him and said, “You've got this. We've been listening to it for most of this trip. It's really good. You should give it a listen. It's amazing.”
“I will, sir,” He said politely as he actually took it from me and placed it behind the counter. “I listen to these all the time when it's hard to pick up radio signals.”
Then it was pretty much business as usual. We were seated and ordered eggs and pancakes. Breakfast food with no meat though we always get asked if we want bacon or sausage. When we were done we paid our bill and as we left, I smiled at the clerk, pointed my finger at him and said, “Now, you enjoy that CD.”
“I'm going to start on this one tonight,” He replied. “I'll take your advice. You never steered me wrong before.”
I smiled as I left resisting the urge to say, “Go Veggie at him hoping he'd take that bit of advice. But I didn't. I decided not to. Just let him have his memory of meeting me the way it happened. I like the way he told me he had been a fan. It was very original.
So, on we went along the road with the CD continuing to tell the tale of Michael and some of the new characters he was getting involve with.
Then came that scene. The one that the description must have meant when it used the word, “Erotic” among the many other adjectives to describe the story along with “Gripping” and “Thrilling”. At first, I thought it must have related to a brief but very sexy description of Michael and Colleen making love near the beginning of the book. Then there was a second love scene later on when Michael was losing Colleen and he could sense it. I figured that was the erotic part. Boy, I was wrong there.
Michael was expanding into gay clubs. The author used it in an interesting way for him to work out his
feelings about Raoul and how he had disrupted Michael's life for no good reason. That was an intriguing bit of psychology the book had gone into at one point that really changed its tone. Then came the private groups. Michael was interested in perhaps letting some private men's Leather groups rent his place for one or two nights a month. He wanted to see exactly what it was about before he committed to anything. So he was escorted to one by someone who knew the ins and outs of such events.
That's where things got really wild. I knew about S&M but wasn't sure that's what was meant by Leather when I first heard the term. Though I knew what went on in such a club from my Hamburg days. I had long ago been indoctrinated into that. I still was a bit taken aback by the lurid descriptions of various acts Michael witnessed plus the drama going on between some of the men. It was suddenly a gay porn soap opera we found ourselves listening too. I will admit my attention was being held by it through the entire narration but a good part of me was also incredibly shocked and part of me was also waiting for the book to get back to its original tone. I was caught by all three emotions.
I had been in such clubs. Many times. There was a difference though from being a young boy exploring who had no money and was luckily under the watchful protection from those around him to being a main member of the biggest musical act in the world, holding the world at my very fingertips and enjoying some of the pleasures such power could bring me.
Every major place on the planet has some area zoned off to be a red light districts. Some are more celebrated then others, but any major city will have such a spot. I've been in many and seen a variety of things. Everything you could want to see and some things you wish you didn't.
It was John who suggested that particular club. He was the one keen on going. I'm still not sure how he even talked me into it with him as I had my doubts and that was the incident that showed me maybe such a wild life had its limits with me.
“They call it the Orgy Room,” he said grinning that wicked smile he could bestow upon you when he was up to something that could either be wicked or extremely fun. “All the girls are professionals. You can pick any you want and do nearly anything.”
“Aren't they all like that?” I asked sort of sarcastically. I wasn't sure why this place was any more special then anywhere else we had been that was like that.
“They've got private rooms and stuff,” John went on ignoring my subtle negativity. “You can use those if you want to but the Orgy Room is out in the open. Everybody has to be naked in that part of it. Lots of cushions and Mod furniture. You can see everything.”
“And we want to watch other guys fucking around us because...?” I asked not being as subtle anymore.
John just kept on grinning. “Because it's fun. I've always been curious about such a scene. You know, we've read about them in some of those swinging times they've had in the past like ancient Rome or Vienna just a few centuries ago. Aren't you just the least bit curious too?”
I had to admit I sort of was. I've tried so many other things in my life. How was this any different when it all boils down to it?
So I agreed to go with him. Someone else made the arrangements for us. I just remember the car dropping us off and us being escorted inside. We had our choices of various scenarios and situations, but John was keen on checking out that Orgy Room rather then going one on one with some working girls.
It was after I made my first pass walking around inside that I began to realize that it wasn't totally my scene. The room was dark blue with occasional red and black accents. Oddly shaped lounge furniture with oddly shaped tables and lamps made for the decor. Very very modern.
The men scattered about where every size, shape and texture but the women were all beautiful,
stunningly gorgeous. Those that weren't otherwise engaged where busy being enticing and tantalizing to the various male guests. I didn't really see anything that interested me enough to go for it. I'm not sure why. When I realized that, I started taking a good long look at myself as I stood there naked in that room full of various hairy body parts and smooth skin gleaming in unison along with the sounds and smells of passion and fantasy fulfillment. What was I looking for while I'm here? For the first time in my life, I wasn't sure. For once, I just simply didn't want to go and get my rocks off with some looker. I really didn't know what I wanted. Was this even it?
John was having a great time. He had immediately dove right in the moment we both arrived. I had been hearing him squeal with laughter around me for most of the short time we had been there. When I looked over in his direction, he had two very large breasted women on either side of him. They were rubbing their bosoms on each of his cheeks. When he caught me looking, he made a great face at me and I couldn't help but smile at him. At least he was getting what he wanted.
The scene wasn't really doing it for me. Sure a few of the ladies tried to catch my eye. A few years earlier I probably would have bedded any one of them. I'm not sure what was turning me off at that point but something was. Was it the presence of strange men? I've had sex with other guys in the room before but it had always been people I knew like John. Maybe but I wasn't sure. To be honest, there weren't that many. There seemed to be a glut of working girls in that room and very few customers. I'm not sure what the situation was exactly to cause that.
John caught my attention again. He was sitting on one of those crazy couches with a lovely lass's breast in his face. I could tell he was sucking and nibbling away at her and probably loving every glorious moment of it. That girl he was with, her ass and legs were gorgeous. Her bosom wasn't bad either. For some reason, staring at her from behind, John's hands and face on her, I found myself getting aroused. There I was standing starkers in the middle of this strange den of sin and my dick was suddenly telling me where to go. It seems kind of funny or dumb to be saying that, but it was how things were unfolding. So I slowly walked over to them and put my own hand on her shoulder. She looked up at me and I said hello, then I stood behind her showing my intent to get on her and ride her while John was doing her front.
She wasn't at an easy angle for access but somehow I managed. Feeling myself surrounded by her wetness made me forget my earlier dilemma about being in this place. I heard her make noises approving my move and John? I saw him open his eyes to look up at what I was doing once or twice but other then that, he kept his nose buried in her cleavage. I'm sure his tongue was lapping away.
The girl began moaning what a thrill it was for her. Having both of us on her like that. How good my fuck felt. How John was making her tits hard. I heard him smack and slurp when she mumbled that one. I slowly moved my hips working to get a rhythm going.
Then I felt John's hand. It was on my hip. At first I figured he was mistaking my skin for her but then he moved his palm down so it was cupping my ass. He didn't let go. He continued to hold onto me and I felt myself growing warmer inside of her as his fingers began probing up and down my hills and valleys smoothly. He knew what he was doing to me. It was like he was teasing me, tickling me. Every now and then he'd take it away, put it somewhere else, probably on her, then he'd be back. His touch feeling my ass. His fingers getting braver and braver, knowing what I liked. When one of them finally slipped inside of me the third time before slipping back out, I climaxed shuddering and thrusting hard into her, making her think she was the one doing everything to me. She had no idea there was something going on literally behind her back. She could never find out.
Of all the clubs I had been to, that one was certainly one of the more wide and open ones I've been too.
I never went back and I'm not sure if John ever did either. It was one we never talked about again with each other. I just know I didn't want to bring it up. We'd hire professionals in the future and have some wild scenes, but nothing like that.
“Whew,” I thought to myself wiping my forehead from the memory. I hadn't even thought about that place in a very long time. “I wonder,” I told my leading lady as she listened to the CD sitting next to me, “What that kid I told to listen to this CD is going to think when he gets to this part.”
“He's going to think we're big perverts,” She laughed and we both cracked up.
“Well, I wouldn't have told him about it if I had heard this bit first,” I said.
“How's he going to know that?” She pointed out. She's right. What could be done?
“Oh well,” I shrugged my shoulders. “Nothing I can do about it now.” We both still got a chuckle about it.
I was still thinking about it all when I fell asleep that night in the hotel room. I was reflecting on my day in bed when I woke up and realized I had been asleep and dreaming. It was just starting to get light outside just a tiny bit.
Once she was awake, she told me, “You were sleeping with your eyes open last night.”
“I was?” I replied. I had learned long ago I sometimes did that.
“I got up to use the bathroom and not only where your eyes open, but you had this funny smile on your face too. It was eerie and funny at the same time.”
“So I've been told,” I replied having heard this many times over the decades.
And our journey continued on. The CD was pretty much finished. Nothing really happened after that big Gay Leather scene except that Michael learned there were many other aspects to the world then his own. I won't spoil the ending for you should you happen to pick up a copy and have a listen for yourself.