The drive from Myrtle Beach to Nashville took us through the Carolinas and into Tennessee, the landscape shifting from coastal flatlands to rolling hills covered in green. Cam and I traded off driving, stopping at gas stations and diners along the way, but my mind was somewhere else entirely.
Nashville. Music City. And more importantly—Jamie June.
I'd been obsessed with Jamie since his first single dropped two years ago. He was only twenty now, just a year older than me, but he'd already made waves in the pop-country scene. His voice was incredible—smooth and soulful with just enough rasp to make you feel every word. But it wasn't just his music that had me hooked.
Jamie June was fucking gorgeous.
He had this perfect face—chiseled jawline, full lips, eyes that seemed to look right through you in photos. His body was insane too, all lean muscle and smooth skin, with a bubble butt that he wasn't shy about showing off in his stage outfits. And the tattoos—fuck, the tattoos.
There were rumors he was bisexual, whispers on social media and blind items on gossip sites, but nothing confirmed. All I knew was that watching him perform made my cock hard every single time.
"You're doing it again," Cam said from the driver's seat, glancing over at me with a smirk.
"Doing what?" I asked, even though I knew exactly what he meant.
"That thing where you zone out and get all dreamy-eyed thinking about Jamie June." He laughed. "Dude, you're obsessed."
"I'm not obsessed," I protested, but even I didn't believe it.
"You literally have a playlist of just his songs that you've been playing on repeat for the last three hours."
"It's good music!"
"It's good something," Cam teased. "You just wanna ride his dick."
I felt my face heat up. "Shut up."
"I'm right though." Cam grinned. "You've been talking about this concert for weeks. 'Oh Cam, we have to stop in Nashville. Jamie June is performing. It's fate.' You're such a fanboy."
"Whatever," I muttered, crossing my arms. "You'll see. He's incredible live."
"I'm sure he is," Cam said, still grinning. "And I'm sure you'll be drooling the whole time."
I flipped him off, but I couldn't help smiling. Cam knew me too well.
We rolled into Nashville in the late afternoon, the city buzzing with energy. Music poured out of every bar, neon signs glowing even in the daylight. We checked into our hotel—a decent place downtown, close to the venue where Jamie was performing—and headed up to our room.
"Alright," Cam said, dropping his bag on one of the beds. "We've got a couple hours before the show. What do you wanna do?"
"Get ready," I said immediately.
Cam laughed. "Of course. Gotta look good for your man."
"He's not my man," I said, but I was already digging through my bag for the outfit I'd packed specifically for tonight.
I pulled out a pair of tight jean shorts that hugged my ass and thighs, a white tank top that showed off my arms and pecs, and my favorite pair of cowboy boots. It was the perfect Nashville look—casual but sexy.
Cam was doing the same, pulling on his own jean shorts and a black tank top that clung to his toned body. He caught me looking and grinned.
"What?" he said. "I can look good too."
"You always look good," I said, rolling my eyes.
We got dressed, both of us checking ourselves out in the mirror. My tank top was tight enough that you could see the outline of my pec tits, my nipples pressing against the fabric. I adjusted it, making sure everything looked perfect.
"Damn, Dame," Cam said, coming up behind me. "You're gonna give Jamie a heart attack."
"Shut up," I said, but I was grinning.
My heart was racing with anticipation. In just a couple hours, I'd be watching Jamie June perform live. I'd be in the same room as him, breathing the same air. The thought made my cock twitch in my shorts.
"Come on," Cam said, grabbing his wallet. "Let's get some food before we head over. You need to eat something or you're gonna pass out from excitement."
I followed him out of the room, my mind already racing ahead to the concert.
The venue was packed by the time we got there. It was an outdoor festival setup, with a massive stage and thousands of people crowded together, all of them buzzing with energy. The sun was starting to set, casting everything in a golden glow, and the air smelled like beer and sweat and summer.
"Holy shit," Cam said, looking around. "This is insane."
"Come on," I said, grabbing his hand and pulling him forward. "We need to get to the front."
We pushed through the crowd, weaving between groups of college-aged guys and girls, all of them dressed in variations of the same outfit—jean shorts, tank tops, cowboy hats. Everyone was drinking, laughing, dancing to the music blasting from the speakers.
By the time we made it to the front, I was sweating and out of breath, but I didn't care. We were right up against the barricade, close enough to touch the stage.
"Fuck yeah," I breathed, gripping the metal railing.
Cam laughed beside me. "You're like a kid on Christmas morning."
"Shut up," I said, but I couldn't stop grinning.
The lights dimmed and the crowd erupted into screams. My heart was pounding so hard I could feel it in my throat.
And then he appeared.
Jamie June walked onto the stage, and the entire world seemed to stop.
He was shirtless, his toned body glistening under the stage lights. His tattoos were on full display, intricate designs covering his arms, and his skin looked smooth and perfect. He was wearing tight black jeans that hugged his bubble butt and thighs, and his dark hair was styled in that effortlessly messy way that made him look like he'd just rolled out of bed.
He was even more beautiful in person.
"Holy fuck," I breathed.
Cam elbowed me. "Close your mouth, Dame. You're drooling."
I barely heard him. I was too busy staring at Jamie as he grabbed the microphone and flashed that perfect smile at the crowd.
"Nashville!" he shouted, his voice echoing through the speakers. "How the fuck are we doing tonight?"
The crowd screamed, and Jamie laughed, the sound rich and warm.
"I'm so fucking happy to be here," he said, his eyes scanning the crowd. "You guys ready to have some fun?"
More screams. I was screaming too, my voice lost in the noise.
The music started, a slow, sultry beat, and Jamie started to move. He was an incredible performer, his body rolling and swaying with the rhythm, every movement deliberate and sexy. He sang with his whole body, his abs flexing, his hips thrusting, his hands running over his chest and down his stomach.
I couldn't look away.
And then, during the second song—a slow, romantic ballad—Jamie's eyes locked on mine.
My breath caught in my throat.
He was looking right at me. Not just in my general direction, but at me. His gaze was intense, his lips curling into a small smile as he sang about wanting someone, needing someone, craving their touch.
"Oh my god," I whispered.
"Dude," Cam said beside me, his voice full of amusement. "He's totally eye-fucking you."
"Shut up," I hissed, but my cock was already getting hard in my shorts.
Jamie kept singing, his eyes never leaving mine. He ran a hand down his chest, his fingers trailing over his abs, and I swear to god he licked his lips.
The song ended and Jamie moved on to the next one, but every few minutes, his gaze would find me again. During the love songs, he'd look right at me, his expression soft and intense, like he was singing just for me.
"This is insane," I muttered, gripping the barricade so hard my knuckles turned white.
"He wants you," Cam said, grinning. "Holy shit, Dame. Jamie June wants to fuck you."
"Stop," I said, but my heart was racing and my cock was throbbing and I couldn't stop staring at Jamie's perfect body.
The concert went on, Jamie performing song after song, his energy never flagging. He was incredible—confident and sexy and so fucking talented. The crowd was going wild, screaming and dancing, but all I could focus on was the way Jamie kept looking at me.
By the time the final song ended, I was a mess. My tank top was soaked with sweat, my cock was hard and aching in my shorts, and my heart felt like it was going to explode.
Jamie took a bow, blowing kisses to the crowd, and then he was gone, disappearing backstage.
I stood there, panting, trying to process what had just happened.
"That was fucking incredible," Cam said, turning to me with a huge grin. "And he was totally into you."
"I don't know," I said, but my voice was shaky.
"Dude, he was eye-fucking you the entire time. I'm pretty sure half the crowd noticed."
Before I could respond, a hand tapped my shoulder.
I turned to see a security guard standing behind us, a big guy in a black shirt with a radio clipped to his belt.
"Hey," he said, looking at me. "You guys wanna meet Jamie?"
My brain short-circuited.
"What?" I managed to say.
"Jamie asked me to bring you backstage," the guard said, like it was the most normal thing in the world. "He wants to take a picture with you guys."
"Oh my god," I breathed.
Cam grabbed my arm. "Yes. Fuck yes. We're in."
The guard nodded. "Follow me."
I looked at Cam, my eyes wide, and he just grinned.
"Come on, Dame," he said. "Your dream's about to come true."
The backstage area was a maze of hallways and equipment, roadies rushing past us with cases and cables. The security guard led us through it all, his pace quick and efficient, until we stopped in front of a door with a gold star on it.
"Wait here," the guard said, then knocked.
"Come in!" a voice called from inside.
The guard opened the door and gestured for us to enter.
My heart was pounding so hard I thought I might pass out.
The dressing room was incredible—plush furniture, soft lighting, mirrors lining one wall. There was a couch in the center of the room, a mini fridge in the corner, and a table covered in bottles of water and energy drinks.
And sitting on the couch, shirtless and glowing with sweat, was Jamie June.
He looked up as we walked in, and that perfect smile spread across his face.
"Hey," he said, his voice warm and smooth.
I couldn't speak. I just stood there, staring at him like an idiot.
Cam, thank god, had his shit together. He stepped forward and extended a hand.
"Hey, I'm Cameron," he said. "But everyone calls me Cam. This is my best friend Damian. Dame."
Jamie stood up and shook Cam's hand, then turned to me. His eyes were even more intense up close, dark and piercing, and when he took my hand, I felt a jolt of electricity run through me.
"Dame," he said, his voice soft. "I like that."
"Hi," I managed to squeak out.
Jamie laughed, a low, rich sound that made my knees weak. "You okay?"
"Yeah," I said quickly. "I'm just—I'm a huge fan. Like, huge. I've been following your music since your first single and I think you're incredible and—"
"Dame," Cam said, putting a hand on my shoulder. "Breathe."
Jamie grinned. "It's cool. I'm glad you like my music."
He was still holding my hand, his thumb brushing over my knuckles, and I felt like I was going to combust.
"You were amazing tonight," I said, my voice a little steadier now. "Seriously. Best concert I've ever been to."
"Thanks," Jamie said, his eyes locked on mine. "You know, I noticed you in the crowd."
"You did?" I said, my voice going high again.
"Yeah." Jamie's smile turned wicked. "You were right up front, looking all sexy in that tank top. I couldn't stop looking at you."
My face went hot. "Oh my god."
"I'm serious," Jamie said, stepping closer. "You wanna know what I was thinking about during those love songs?"
I nodded, unable to speak.
Jamie leaned in, his lips close to my ear, and whispered, "I was imagining riding your cock. Feeling you deep inside me while I bounced on your lap. And sucking on those beautiful pec tits of yours."
I made a strangled sound, my cock instantly hard.
Jamie pulled back, his eyes dark with lust, and then he grabbed my face and kissed me.
It was like fireworks exploding in my brain. His lips were soft and warm, his tongue sliding into my mouth, and I moaned into the kiss. My hands came up to grip his shoulders, feeling the smooth, sweaty skin under my palms.
Jamie's hands moved to my chest, groping my pecs through my tank top, and I gasped.
"Fuck," he breathed against my lips. "These tits are even better than I imagined."
He kissed me again, deeper this time, his tongue fucking my mouth while his hands squeezed and kneaded my pecs. I could feel my nipples hardening under his touch, and I moaned louder.
When he finally pulled back, we were both panting.
"Holy shit," I whispered.
Jamie grinned and turned to Cam, who was watching us with wide eyes and a huge bulge in his shorts.
"Come here," Jamie said, crooking a finger at Cam.
Cam stepped forward, and Jamie pulled him into a slow, sensual kiss. I watched, my cock throbbing, as Jamie's tongue slid into Cam's mouth, as Cam's hands came up to grip Jamie's waist.
When they pulled apart, Jamie looked at both of us and smiled.
"You guys are so fucking beautiful," he said. "Both of you."
"Thanks," Cam said, his voice rough.
Jamie turned back to me, his eyes raking over my body. "Sit down, Dame."
I sat on the couch, my legs shaking, and Jamie dropped to his knees in front of me.
"Oh my god," I breathed.
Jamie's hands went to the button of my jean shorts, and he looked up at me with a wicked grin. "Can I?"
"Yes," I said immediately. "Fuck yes."
He unbuttoned my shorts and pulled down the zipper, then tugged them down along with my underwear. My cock sprang free, hard and leaking pre-cum, and Jamie's eyes went wide.
"Fuck," he breathed. "You're big."
"Eight and a half inches," Cam said from behind him, and I shot him a look.
Jamie laughed. "Perfect."
He wrapped his hand around my shaft, his fingers warm and firm, and I groaned. He stroked me slowly, his thumb rubbing over the head, spreading the pre-cum around.
"You taste good?" he asked, looking up at me.
"I—I don't know," I stammered.
Jamie grinned and leaned down, his tongue flicking out to lick the tip of my cock.
I cried out, my hips jerking.
"Fuck," Jamie said, licking his lips. "You taste amazing."
He opened his mouth and took me inside, his lips stretching around my girth. The heat of his mouth was incredible, wet and tight, and I moaned loudly.
Jamie started bobbing his head, taking me deeper with each stroke. He didn't gag, didn't choke—he just took me, inch by inch, until I could feel the back of his throat.
"Holy shit," I gasped, my hands tangling in his hair. "Holy shit, Jamie."
He pulled off with a wet pop and grinned up at me. "You like that?"
"Fuck yes," I breathed.
Jamie went back down, this time taking me even deeper. I could feel his throat contracting around me, could hear the wet, sloppy sounds he was making, and it was the hottest thing I'd ever experienced.
My favorite musician—the guy I'd been obsessing over for two years—was on his knees, sucking my cock.
"Fuck," I groaned, my hips starting to move. "Fuck, Jamie."
He moaned around my cock, the vibrations sending shocks of pleasure through me, and I started fucking his face. Slow at first, just shallow thrusts, but Jamie's hands came up to grip my thighs, urging me on.
I fucked deeper, faster, watching as my cock disappeared into his mouth over and over again. Spit was dripping down his chin, his eyes were watering, but he didn't stop. He just kept taking me, kept moaning, kept looking up at me with those dark, lust-filled eyes.
"Fuck, Dame," Cam said from somewhere behind me. "That's so fucking hot."
Jamie's hand moved to my chest, groping my pec through my tank top, and I cried out. He squeezed and kneaded, his fingers finding my nipple and pinching it through the fabric.
"Fuck!" I gasped. "Fuck, Jamie, I'm gonna—"
Jamie pulled off, panting, and grinned up at me. "Not yet. I want you inside me first."
He stood up and pulled off his jeans, revealing his perfect bubble butt and smooth, toned legs. His cock was hard, thick and leaking, and I couldn't stop staring.
Jamie straddled my lap, facing me, and reached down to guide my cock to his hole.
"Wait," I said, my brain finally catching up. "Do you need—"
"I'm good," Jamie said, his voice breathless. "I prepped before the show. Just in case."
"In case of what?" I asked.
Jamie grinned. "In case I found someone hot to fuck."
And then he sank down onto my cock.
I cried out as his tight heat enveloped me, inch by inch, until I was buried to the hilt inside him. Jamie's head fell back, his mouth open in a silent moan, and I gripped his hips to steady myself.
"Fuck," he breathed. "Fuck, you're so big."
He started to move, rolling his hips, and I groaned. The sensation was incredible—tight and hot and wet, his ass gripping my cock like a vice.
Jamie leaned down and kissed me, his tongue sliding into my mouth, and I kissed him back desperately. My hands moved to his ass, groping and squeezing, feeling the firm muscle under my palms.
"Fuck," Jamie moaned against my lips. "I need this. I need big dick after my shows. Need to feel full."
"Fuck," I groaned, my hips thrusting up into him.
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Cam sitting in a chair across from us, his hand wrapped around his cock, stroking slowly as he watched.
"Fuck, this is hot," Cam said, his voice rough.
Jamie pulled back from the kiss and looked over at Cam, his eyes dark. "Come here."
Cam stood up and walked over, and Jamie grabbed his face and kissed him. I watched, my cock throbbing inside Jamie, as they made out above me.
When they pulled apart, Jamie started riding me harder. His bubble butt bounced on my lap, the sound of skin slapping against skin echoing through the room. I could hear the wet, slick sounds of my cock sliding in and out of him, could feel his ass clenching around me.
"Fuck," I groaned. "Fuck, Jamie, you feel so good."
"Yeah?" Jamie panted, his hands gripping my shoulders. "You like fucking my tight ass?"
"Fuck yes," I breathed.
Jamie rode me harder, faster, his body moving with a rhythm that made my head spin. His cock was bouncing between us, leaking pre-cum all over my abs, and I reached down to stroke him.
"Fuck!" Jamie cried out. "Fuck, Dame, don't stop."
I stroked him in time with his movements, my other hand gripping his ass, and Jamie's moans got louder.
"Get on all fours," I said suddenly, my voice rough.
Jamie grinned and climbed off me, getting on his hands and knees on the couch. His ass was in the air, his hole gaping and slick, and I groaned at the sight.
I positioned myself behind him and pushed back inside, and Jamie cried out.
"Fuck!" he gasped. "Fuck, yes, just like that."
I started fucking him hard, my hips slamming against his ass, and Jamie's moans filled the room. His bubble butt jiggled with every thrust, and I couldn't stop staring at it.
"Cam," Jamie panted, looking over at him. "Come here."
Cam walked over, his cock hard and leaking, and Jamie grabbed it and pulled it into his mouth.
"Holy shit," Cam groaned.
I watched as Jamie sucked Cam's cock while I fucked him from behind, and it was the hottest thing I'd ever seen. Jamie was moaning around Cam's cock, his ass clenching around mine, and I could feel my orgasm building.
"Fuck," I groaned. "Fuck, I'm close."
Cam started fucking Jamie's throat, his hands tangling in Jamie's hair, and Jamie moaned louder.
There was a knock on the door.
"Jamie?" a voice called. "You ready for the VIP meet and greet?"
"Ten more minutes!" Jamie called back.
Cam and I looked at each other and grinned.
"Fuck," Cam groaned. "I'm gonna cum."
"Do it," Jamie said, pulling off just long enough to speak. "Cum down my throat."
Cam pushed back into Jamie's mouth and started fucking harder, and then he cried out, his body going rigid as he came. I watched as Jamie swallowed, his throat working, and then Cam pulled out, panting.
"Fuck," Cam breathed, collapsing into the chair.
I kept fucking Jamie, my hands gripping his hips, and Jamie moaned.
"Cum inside me," he begged. "Fill me up, Dame."
I fucked harder, deeper, and then I felt it—the orgasm crashing over me like a wave. I cried out, my cock pulsing as I came deep inside Jamie, filling him with my load.
"Fuck!" I groaned. "Fuck, Jamie!"
Jamie moaned, his ass clenching around me, milking every last drop.
When I finally pulled out, Jamie turned around and pushed me back onto the couch. He straddled my chest, his knees on either side of my pecs, and positioned his cock between them.
"Squeeze your tits together," he commanded.
I did, cupping my pecs and pushing them together, and Jamie started fucking them. His cock slid between my pec tits, the head bumping against my chin with every thrust.
"Fuck," Jamie groaned. "Fuck, your tits feel so good."
"Yeah?" I panted. "You like fucking my pec tits?"
"Fuck yes," Jamie moaned. "Gonna cum all over your face. Gonna cover you in my load."
He fucked faster, his hips moving frantically, and I could see his cock throbbing.
"Fuck!" Jamie cried out. "Fuck, I'm cumming!"
His cock pulsed and thick ropes of cum shot out, hitting my face and pecs. It was a huge load, hot and creamy, and I moaned as it covered me.
Jamie kept cumming, his body shaking, until finally he collapsed forward, panting.
"Holy shit," he breathed.
We stayed like that for a moment, both of us catching our breath, and then Jamie leaned down and kissed me. It was slow and deep, his tongue sliding against mine, and I could taste his cum on his lips.
When he pulled back, he was smiling.
"That was incredible," he said.
"Yeah," I breathed. "It really was."
Jamie climbed off me and grabbed a towel, cleaning himself off before tossing it to me. I wiped the cum off my face and chest, my body still buzzing with pleasure.
Jamie pulled his jeans back on and ran a hand through his hair, looking at me with those dark, intense eyes.
"I want to see you again," he said.
"Really?" I said, my heart skipping a beat.
Jamie pulled out his phone and handed it to me. "Put your number in."
I did, my hands shaking slightly, and handed it back.
Jamie grinned and leaned down to kiss me one more time. "I'll text you."
"Okay," I said, my voice barely above a whisper.
There was another knock on the door.
"Jamie, seriously, we need you out here," the voice called.
Jamie sighed and looked at me and Cam. "I gotta go. VIP meet and greet."
"Yeah," I said, standing up and pulling my shorts back on. "Of course."
Jamie walked us to the door, his hand lingering on my lower back, and then he opened it.
"Thanks for coming backstage," he said, loud enough for the security guard outside to hear. "It was great meeting you guys."
"Thanks for having us," Cam said with a grin.
Jamie winked at me, and then we were being led back through the maze of hallways.
When we finally made it outside, Cam and I looked at each other and burst out laughing.
"Holy fuck," I said.
"Dude," Cam said, shaking his head. "Jamie June just fucked you."
"I know," I breathed, still trying to process it.
"And he gave you his number."
"I know!"
We walked back to the hotel, both of us grinning like idiots, and I couldn't stop thinking about Jamie's hands on my body, his cock between my pecs, the way he'd looked at me like I was the only person in the world.
This road trip just kept getting better and better.