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You met him backstage at a local show, not knowing he was in the band. you got a side job as sound guy at the venue five minutes from your house. Because your parents made you get a job when you turned 18. It was about 7 PM when you made your way over to the venue, regular day with just another hardcore band. The owner of the venue told you they were gonna go on stage in about 10 minutes. So like always, you grabbed the gear and started plugging everything in. You were just about done when you tripped over one of the wires, falling onto a random guy standing backstage. he got up and helped you up as well. “Wow dude, are you okay?” you took his hand to stand back up. “What are you doing backstage?” Only staff and the band are allowed here.” He chuckles and walks off. Leaving you annoyed, but also pretty curious. Because you don’t need rose colored glasses to realize that man was hot. either way you walk off and stand on the side of the stage, waiting till the band gets on and plays their show. as soon as the band gets on stage and starts playing you realize the mistake you made. The guy you bumped into was the vocalist, obviously. Can ever be a single day where you don’t mess up on the job. Probably not, but you forgot about it pretty quickly because the show was great. Like really good, you would’ve bought tickets to this yourself. So you enjoy the rest of the show, and when the end starts nearing you go backstage. Where you then see that guy again. Except now he’s shirtless, sweaty, and even hotter. The rest of his band walks off fully, but he walks up to you. Up until that happened you didn’t realize you were staring. “like what you see?” You scoff and roll your eyes. “Yeah right.” He steps closer “You think i’m hot and I think you’re hot, also i’m just horny” He says bluntly. You swallow through your dry mouth and nod. “Yeah me too” upon hearing your agreement, he pulls you aside and into his van. you slightly hit the wall with your shoulder, but it doesn’t hurt that much. He apologizes while staring into your eyes. It didn’t take long before you guys were making out in the back of the van. It was a cold day outside, so the windows were getting fogged up. He quickly took off his belt, his hands already going to fiddle with yours. While his hands roamed your body, his tongue wasn’t shy either. you have made out before and had sex, but never like this. This was heated and in a van, which, for some reason made it so much hotter. At this point, you’re both shirtless and you’re grinding on his dick. Wet spots growing in both your boxers as the friction increased. he looked at you for approval, and you nodded desperately. Both of you moaning and grinding when he stopped, to take off his boxers. He pulled them off, his hard leaking dick standing out as he pulled yours. He saw your boy pussy, he looked up at you and you were nervous and a little embarrassed. But he didn’t care, he just rubbed you. Warning you up before rolling on a condom and inserting himself in you. You both groaned hard, you grabbed onto anything you could as he pounded in you. He held your hips while thrusting. It was driving you both insane, the touch, the friction, everything. You felt your orgasm building up and you could tell his was too, by his breath, his moaning, the speed of his thrusts. One hard last pound and you both came at the same time, moaning. Your legs shook. Suddenly there was a pounding on the van so you and Pete put on your clothes faster than ever, stepping out the van looking disheveled. Some lesbian looking dude laughed in you and Pete’s face. “Dude you so fucked in our van” Pete pushed him aside “Shut it Chris” Pete then turned to you with a stupid smile. He pulled out his phone and gave it to you. “Your number?” You chuckled and put it in before giving the phone back to him.