The Game ... First Time Sex: Part 22 - The High Sierra Music Festival

This is better than sitting in lawn chairs surrounded by expensive motor homes in some gawd damn upscale campground with people riding around in golf carts and talking about their grandchildren. Geezus, that's a scary thought. I hope to avoid that future and stay in primitive campgrounds. In some of those upscale campgrounds full of retired rich guys, there are motor homes the size of an 18-wheelers driven by people with mild dementia who could run over two kids and a dog and never blink an eye. An orange cone to them just gives them a target to head toward. By the time they get to a destination, they can't remember from where they started. I hope to continue going to music festivals and sleeping in tents and leave the motor-home monsters in manicured campgrounds to others. Each to their own, but motor homes with marble top counters don't appeal to me.

Everyone around us is extremely friendly. You see excitement in their eyes, in their body language, and in their clothes. For a brief few days, all of the world's hiccups can be muted while people enjoy life without competition and conflict. I see some really beautiful, bikini-clad girls. Some write shit all over their skin. Geezus, they don't need advertising to capture my attention. I'm sure that Donna, Tonya, and Tamara see some tanned, muscled guys and fantasize about their dicks. No one is suppressing anyone's thoughts and fantasies today.

Young, old, newbie, or veteran, it's one, non-stop party. Marcus' is quiet, and I see him staring as he sees new sights like girls with nice breasts, well hell, all of us are staring at all of the shit happening around us. I feel like a kid seeing a tall building in the city for the first time. I've seen street performers, but at a festival, exhibitionists take on a new meaning. Anyone who wants to show off regardless of age, temperament, or style can do so without anyone judging or shunning them. No self-expression is considered foolish. In fact, if you don't let out some pent-up craziness, you may have lost the point of it all. It's an open and accepting atmosphere to be used for complete self-expression.

In the midst of all of the entertainment there are lots of spectacular displays and rumors of parades, some planned and some spontaneous. It's our first time, so we may not be as prepared as others, but Tamara and Jadon informed us weeks ago to have at least one bizarre, crazy, outlandish costume if we want to be in the parade. I mean, even the newest person attending The Rocky Horror Picture Show knows the basics to bring like toast, rice, cards, etc, but you won't fool too many of the veterans who can tell a virgin a mile away. I have time to check my email at Galaxysign at hotmail dot com once again as talk about the parade.

Before we came, the six of us chose a theme for our costumes and built our outfits around it so that we can engage in tribal displays similar to veteran festival goers. For one of the main scheduled parades, we jump in and join in the fun. Since so many pictures are taken and freely available on the internet, the exact descriptions are omitted to maintain our anonymity. We awe a few people with a very short clip of shuffling dance that we have been practicing.

Geezus, Marcus bloomed out during our public display in our costumes. He and Donna were more than fun to watch and inspired our whole group to get our fair share of attention from the crowd. Let's just say that Tamara, Donna, and Tonya's legs don't need any elaborate decoration to attract attention. Be assured, we aren't close to upstaging any veteran festival costume wearers, but we are noticed. Maybe the crowd is just giving polite approval for our effort, but anyway, it's fun to be in a parade. As we move along, I make eye contact with several beautiful women, and if my looks give away my thoughts, they know I would like to fuck them. Geezus, even without the music, the parades and crowd interaction is worth the ticket fee. Attending a music festival such as this one is certainly something to put on a short list of things to do.

I don't mind looking like a virgin, newbie attendee, but as I see all of the festival goers, I have a feeling that that we aren't the only ones planning to fuck our brains out in our tent. The problem is when to stop partying and start fucking. Geezus, the gawd damn music and crazy-ass people go non-stop for eighteen hours. I guess leaving six hours in the day for fucking is plenty of time. We're all alike in that respect. It's the common bond that we all share thanks to Adam and Eve, the fucking-couple who got us thrown out of the Garden of Boredom and into hedonistic festivals like this one.

So the highlights from Thursday are Zach Deputy and Big Gigantic. Geezus, we're exhausted by the time the sun sets, but there are hours to go. Marcus falls asleep in Donna's lap just as Yonder Mountain String Band starts on stage. Who would have thought that his head would end up on Donna's thighs? He looks like a Bambi cradled next it's mother's lap. His rest didn't last long. He just needed a little down time. Hell, we all rested a little on and off since the afternoon was so exhausting. We recharge our energy in order to be ready for the night.

Around 9 p.m. My Morning Jacket is really getting the crowd moving. We walk to the Vaudeville tent and listen to another excellent band, Beat Antique. Finally at 11 p.m. we go into the Funkin Jam House and listen to Orgone. I know why it's called the Jam House. We are jam-packed together. I don't know where our energy is coming from because we make it through their performance and are still going as the last band, Pimps of Joytime, continues the non-stop party past 2 a.m. Geezus, I'm suffering from audio and visual overload by this time, but I have no complaints as I anticipate spending some intimate moments with Tonya in our tent soon.

There are three stages for music as well as other tents that have various performers. We liked all the sounds coming from everywhere, but to hit a few highlights, Dr. Dawg was fun on the first night along with Gillian Welch. I really liked the bluegrass. From what I read, traditional instrumentation for a bluegrass band includes a dobro, mandolin, banjo, and fiddle (violin), and a bass is optional, but there are definitely no drums.

I guess if people are drinking beer and listening to bluegrass in California, someone is probably smoking pot and listening to the surf music in Nashville. It's Blue State acting like Red State, and everyone is having a fucking great time. Now if we could do this all year without politics, no one would be so hateful to each other. We're all a mixture of red and blue. We're all just fucking purple people deep inside. We need to just fuck ourselves to death until we turn purple from holding our breath during climax, and there won't be any fighting.

It seems that music has no bounds, and the region where a certain style originated isn't the only place you will find it. It's all new to me, and seeing California guys enjoying bluegrass is enlightening. Sitar music is another import. Geezus, maybe except for surf music, all music styles have been imported to California. Simple music played enthusiastically and sincerely appeals to all sorts of people and is classic. While the sheer decibels in a rock concert mesmerize the audience to focus on the performers, more simple music like bluegrass, sitars, bagpipes, blues, and Celtic music to name only a few encourage the crowd to enjoy interaction between themselves. Such is the atmosphere at the High Sierra Music Festival.

Not to take away the accomplishments and super sounds of rock, but the simplicity of folk music has a raw, earthy quality that transcends regions, attitudes, and most of all politics. Music is sort of a universal way to communicate. It's a much better medium for finding common ground than with religion, sports, or politics for sure. Does anyone ever fight about music? I guess that's why you hear about choirs in heaven and not voting booths or soccer matches.

With the shared festival experience along with the driving rhythms elevating our sensations throughout the day and into the early hours the next morning, we head to the tent to get towels, and then go back to the showers. Dang, if you don't want exercise, don't go to a festival. There were no showers at Woodstock although it rained. I understand the fun that those guys had over forty years ago, and being here gives me pause for reflection. Finally, all of us go back to our camp.

There are no campfires allowed at the festival, consequently we can't sit around and roast marshmallows and feel the warmth. After this experience, I hope to do that someday. Before retiring to our tents, we form a circle and pass around a bottle of wine and sip it communally, hippy-style to get into a cozy mood. Honestly, I think that we would get more alcohol when taking cough syrup than what we sip from the bottle. We just aren't into booze and drugs. After passing the bottle around three times, there is still some left. Since we haven't eaten in hours, I feel a bit of a rush from the alcohol which is enough to make me feel very mellow. Everyone is ready to go inside our tents.

I hear Jadon's voice, "Hey guys. Let me show you something."

"Sure," I say.

"Watch," he says, and he and Tamara go into their tent and turn on their lantern.

As we watch, we see Jadon and Tamara's silhouette on the tent walls making a spectacular show. Their shadows show them undressing each other and hugging. As Jadon helps Tamara take her top off the outline of her breasts are clearly visible on the tent wall.

"Fuuuck, sweet," says Marcus as we all watch the display.

Then Jadon unzips the tent and peeps out showing his chest but hiding the rest of his naked body behind the tent flap.

"Turn off the lights unless you want to give a show to everyone around you," he laughs and turns off the lantern in his tent.

"Fuuuck, damn. I thought we would get to see you finish," says Marcus in a serious tone.

We all clap, but we understand his point about being backlit in a tent. Consequently, after arranging our sleeping bags we turn off the flashlights and lantern inside of our tent. No one has to caution us to never use a candle or open flame inside of a tent because of the obvious danger of fire.

None of us think that Marcus will be the first to drop dead from exhaustion, and he doesn't disappoint us. He's just short of manic at this point, and it's good to have someone keep the action lively. Maybe he's the most impressionable and the impact of the music stimulated his creativity because he begins a chant and sing. As our eyes adjust to the dim light, he changes the words to the Rollingstone's song Brown Sugar.

"Tent walls are red, and teenage blood runs hot. This is no time for the party to stop."

He pauses for a second and continues.

"I know this teenager won't be thrown out tonight. I'm so ready just after midnight," he continues.

"Geezus, that's good," laughs Tonya.

"I agree," I say.

"Are you guys gonna sing or get down to business?" asks Jadon laughing from the next tent.

"Business. We're definitely ready to get down to business," I say confidently.

"Yes, ready for business," adds Marcus.

"OK, shush now. People are sleeping," says Donna.

"Not us," laughs Tamara through her tent wall.

After we get quiet, I'm know that no one is going to sleep in our two tents for sure. Donna whispers into Tonya's ear.

"What? Tell us," I say to purposely interrupt her.

"Hush. We're planning," she whispers like it's not obvious.

"Don't do anything that we can't tell Marcus' mother," l laugh.

"Or yours," says Tonya.

"Touché," I laugh.

Marcus raises his voice and says loudly, "Fuuuck. You guys better do something that I can't tell my mother."

We laugh at Marcus who always has the best punch line.

"Shut the fuck up, Marcus," laughs Jadon from the next tent.

"Sorry," he laughs.

"Damn Marcus, hush. He's probably getting his dick sucked," I say.

"Probably?" laughs Tamara through the tent wall.

"Geezus, can you guys hear everything we say?" I ask thinking that I'm talking quietly, but everyone starts to laugh.

"Yep. Do you guys mind? I'm trying to concentrate," laughs Jadon faking being annoyed.

"Guys, seriously. We have to talk in very low whispers because you can hear everything through these thin tent walls," says Donna.

"OK," I say thinking that I'm really quiet this time.

"Thank you," says Jadon, and all six of us laugh really loud from both tents.

"Well hurry up. I wanna fuck," whispers Marcus who is always too direct in the funniest way.

"Me too," says Tamara from next door, and we all start laughing again uncontrollably.

Finally, after the last muffled giggle ends, everyone gets seriously quiet. I'm getting really hot thinking about Tamara sucking Jadon's dick in their tent and remembering how well that felt last New Years in their apartment. As Marcus and I sit with our legs folded in a lotus position, I'm wondering if Donna had a plan, why she didn't tell Tonya earlier so that we could already be starting, but we have all night or what's left of it. My patience wears thin, and I agree with Marcus. I want to fuck. I'm restless and filled with anticipation. My impatience causes me to take action, so I whisper into Marcus' ear.

"I'm not waiting. Let's make the first moves. Let's make this simple. Turn them on their stomach and let's massage our way down to their feet. Then follow my lead, and then take over and I will follow you," I say with my hands cupped over Marcus ears, and he nods yes.

I put my index finger to my mouth indicating to Donna and Tonya not to talk.

"Marcus and I are taking the lead tonight," I say with a take-charge but gently commanding appeal.

"You don't want to know what we're planning?" asks Donna.

"No," says Marcus.

"Good. We didn't have anything planned anyway," says Donna.

"OK, do something that we can't tell Marcus' mom," laughs Tonya.

We have four sleeping bags, and I place Tonya's and mine on top of each other for more padding. Marcus does the same. I take Tonya by the waist and nudge her to lie face down with her chin on the pillow and hands clasped above her head, and Donna lets Marcus do the same to her. They catch on that we will be working together for the next few minutes. That's a little uncomfortable for women to lie directly on their chests, so they change positions so that they are lying face down on their forearms. That works better. I'm always learning something new although I've seen Tonya lie on her forearms like that before.

I strip all of my clothes off and Marcus does the same. Donna won't get to undress him tonight. Both of our dicks are erect and ready. It would be so easy just to turn them over so that we could fuck them immediately, but why rush? Well, I could give a good reason to rush like being hot from seeing all of the half naked women around us today. I would like to just jump on top and start fucking. One of these days I'm going to do just that, but tonight we will continue our tradition of long, extended, teasing foreplay.

Marcus watches me, and I start to improvise. We've practiced long before this festival, and I intend for this performance to be as sensational as any that we observed on the various stages today. Even though the exact moves that we will be making haven't been undertaken by us in the exact same sequence to come, it's sort of like a live jam. Artists who work well with each other are able to pick up on each other's cues, and an improvisation appears to be well rehearsed even though it is a spontaneous creation. Comedians and musicians use improvisation to create some of their best performances, and we will too. Marcus and I will engage in improvisation to create a whole new experience for Donna and Tonya.

Slow is the key to everything. My plan is to elevate their urges and make them plead for more is the key for excitement. As I rest on my knees and straddle over Tonya, I wrap my fingers around her neck and use my thumbs to massage her gently yet somewhat firmly. Marcus does the very exact same thing to Donna.

"Massage, don't tease," I remind him quietly, and Marcus complies.

"Oh gawd that feels great," whispers Tonya.

"Nice," says Donna.

"Did we ask your opinion?" asks Marcus.

Donna reaches around and pinches his butt.

"Ouch. Fuuuuck," says Marcus.

"Shut up, Marcus," laughs Jadon in the next tent.

"Fuck him now so he'll shut up," laughs Tamara.

"It's gonna be a while, so get used to the noise," I say.
We get serious again. Donna and Tonya remain submissive and let us pamper them. As Marcus focuses on Donna, I move my fingers to Tonya's shoulders and continue massaging my way down her back. Marcus is only seconds behind my actions and mirrors my moves exactly. Slowly, I scoot back and hover over Tonya's thighs in order to make room to work my fingers down her spine to the small of her back. I apply random pressure in that area alternating between firm and gentle. I use my palms to stimulate her muscles like kneading bread and use the inside of my knees to press against her thighs. I move my hands up and down her spine again changing pressure. Then I move my hands randomly around her back leaving no part untouched. Marcus follows my motions on Donna's back.

"This is a massage, not caressing," I remind Marcus, and he continues while not saying a word.

This takes a bit of concentration and for several minutes we massage back up to the neck regions, shoulders, and back down to their lower back areas until my hands grow extremely tired and I find it difficult to keep going.

"Tops off," I instruct.

Tonya tries to lift up to help me, but I don't let her.

"Don't help us," I say.

I reach under her chest and run my hand down to her waist and use the other hand to tug her top out from underneath her and over her head. I wait for Marcus to do the same to Donna. They didn't put their bras on after they showered, and now we see their bare backs.

"Now we'll caress," I whisper.

I pull the tips of my fingers down from the sides of Tonya's neck over her shoulders and down her back, and Marcus follows my exact moves and traces a path down Donna's back. I reach under Tonya and hold her boobs, and Marcus does the same. Then I pull my fingers down to Tonya's cheeks and feel between her legs. As I bend over her, I kiss and lick each cheek of her smooth buttocks multiple times. Marcus does the same to Donna.

"This is great," whispers Tonya.

"Agree," echoes Donna.

As I rise up, I caress the backs of Tonya's thighs, one at a time, and then lick them up and down. I continue with a teasing, pecking motion as Marcus finishes licking Donna's legs. Next, I nudge Tonya's pelvis so that she moves up on her knees but with her face still on the pillow. It would be easy to fuck her doggy style, but I resist the urge. Instead, I caress her cheeks and spread them wide and then lick her target hole round and round gently. It is so tight that I wonder how on earth she can open up wide enough for me to fit my dick inside.

"My turn. Follow me now," Marcus informs me and takes the lead.

As Tonya and Donna remain on their knees with their faces on their pillows in doggy style, Marcus turns over, lies on his back, and scoots his face underneath Donna's pussy. He inserts his tongue upward into her. I watch him for a few seconds, and it really makes me hot seeing him do that. Before Tonya has time to feel neglected, I turn over on my back and put my face under her and lick her pussy from underneath too. She is so warm and wet. I never get tired of licking between her legs and sticking my tongue inside her as far as I can, and this position is perfect to do that. I move my tongue back and forth on her clit and gently nip her with my by tightening my lips and tugging at it. I could do this all night, and I'm sure Marcus could too. We continue licking upward for several minutes until Marcus scoots out from under Donna. Since I started on Tonya last, I don't stop immediately. Marcus plays with Donna's ass and waits for me to finish. He is perceptive and senses that there is no rush.