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The Guilt Will Kill You

Date: 7/17/2016, Categories: Fiction, Consensual Sex, Male / Females, Oral Sex, Romance, Author: wantsomefun, Rating: 95.2, Source: sexstories.com

stupid thing around.” “It's not that loud, Wolfie.” “It certainly is. Sounds like a damn chainsaw on steroids. And where's your helmet?” “I don't wear one.” He looked up from his work. “Why not? Don't be an idiot and tell me it messes up your hair. My bass player, Duke, wouldn't wear a brain-bucket because of helmet-head. His hair didn't look that damn good when he went off his chopper and split his skull open.” “If I did a lot of road riding, maybe I'd get a helmet.” “Oh, sure, of course,” he sneered. “Road riding is different. We go faster, we carry passengers, and our bikes are heavy if they fall on us, right? But a road biker doesn't have tree limbs to bash in his brains. No rocks and mud kicked in his face by the guy in front of him.” “I don't get stuff kicked in my face. I ride alone.” “That's real smart,” he scolded. He worked in silence for a few minutes and then stood and wiped his hands. “All right. That's as good as I can make it without new parts. Now, I'll put things back together. We'll see if this little toy fires up.” “You're good. I bet they'd charge me a lot to do that in town.” “The price I'm charging is you staying off my land.” “I don't get it. Why is your privacy so important?” “Because … because it is. Look, Red. The world is a crazy place. I don't fit there anymore. I had my fun, but that's in the past. I like being alone now. Try to understand.” “Shutting yourself away from everyone is kinda sad.” He thought for a moment. “Not if I don't let it be. ... I write better music now than I ever did. That makes me happy.” “What kind of music?” He smiled for the first time. “Hard to describe. I like a little of everything except that club music rap crap. I listen to the classics like Mozart, Chopin, and Bach, guys like Johnny Cash, The Beach Boys, and Otis Redding, and bands like Rob Zombie, Static-X, and Tool. Then I write what I feel.” “You write on a real musical score?” “Of course. Then I record it.” “Cool! What instrument do you play?” “Guitar, keyboard, some brass, and I'm teaching myself the flute. The rest I do with my computer.” “Wow! Where do you do this?” “Here. I built a studio. It's soundproof, but on nice afternoons I like to sit on my porch to read or write. Your damn bike interrupts me.” “Sorry. I didn't know.” “You couldn't have, but that's why I like people to stay away.” “Makes sense,” she agreed. “I used to enjoy performing in public, but when I write or practice I need to be alone.” “You sing?” “Vocals and guitar, mainly. In high school I was in a band. We played at dances and free concerts and stuff, but that kinda ended when we graduated. Now, I write and sing with my girlfriend at her place. She plays drums. That's where I go when I cut through here.” “Bands,” he chuckled. “In school I had a greaser tribute band, but we split up after graduation, too. Then I started playing clubs with a couple guys. Got a good manager. Recorded a little, did a few festivals, opened for name acts at decent venues. Made okay ...