Banzai had his hands full with the Captain so I didn't want to be a bother. He finally looked at me and asked, "Jack, what the hell is wrong with you?...I faked a smile and answered, "My back is bothering me a little."Banzai came over beside me, looked me in the eyes and whispered, "Like hell it's bothering you a little bit! You're diaphoretic (sweating profusely) from the pain, now where are the pain pills I gave you earlier?"I pointed to the Captain and whispered an answer, "I gave the bottle. With a quick squeeze, she sized him up and realized that he was working with substantial equipment. Her pulse quickened and she decided to seize an opportunity."How old are you?" she asked in a breathy voice."E-e-e-ight-t-t-een," he stammered."Would you like to come with me? I'd like to see something," she stated, giving his cock a hard squeeze."My room is right down the hall. I have a feeling that it will only take a few minutes." Um, sure. Are you serious?" Very serious," she replied, leading. My best friend is a music journalist and she asked me to cover for her in going to see a gig and interviewing a band. She had double booked herself and wanted to go on the date she had mistakenly arranged thinking that the gig was on another night. After heading to her flat to collect my AAA pass for the show, a tape recorder and a list of questions I turned up to the venue and was ushered side stage to watch the four piece band play a sell out show and take some notes for my friend. The gig. His hips started thrusting up so that with every thrust his cock was shoved all the way down my throat and made my eyes water. For some respite, I took my mouth off his cock and started licking his balls. Suddenly, he made me stand up and took his shirt off. He started pulling my shorts down and I rushed to take off my own T-shirt. He was moderately hairy, which I like in my man. He freed my cock out of my briefs and gazed at my now completely erect and throbbing dick. I was no seven-incher,.