Sex, Drugs, Rock'n'Roll

I debated posting the outline to this story, I decided not to because I didn't want to give away any spoilers.

And even though this song was released after this story takes place, I always go back to this video, as it sooo reminds me of me and some friends as teenager's, it's almost the same exact setup we had lol. I'll post another chunk of the story tomorrow.

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Sex, Drugs, Rock'n'Roll is basically what always occupied Brocks teenage mind. Brock felt giddy as he got off the school bus at the end of, what seemed like, the longest day of school he had ever had to endure. All he was thinking about when jumping down from the bottom step and out the door to the ground was getting home and plugging in his guitar and cranking the fuck out of it!

Brock had finally saved up enough money to buy an electric guitar and he had bought one this past Saturday morning. He had played it non stop until last night, Sunday night before he finally had to go to bed and get a few hours of sleep before getting up and going to school this morning. He had even managed to get in about half an hour worth of playing before school. Now he just wanted to run the half mile up the old dirt road to his house and plug that beautiful thing in and feel the power of pure distorted rock n fucking roll blast through his crate amplifier and  his veins. 

Ever since he and his friend Lance had played a buddy’s electric guitar a couple months ago he knew what he wanted to do with his life, he wanted to rock! He and Lance had gone over to his buddy’s place after he called them and told them he had borrowed a guitar from someone (Their buddy couldn’t even remember who’s it actually was, but who cares) and he didn’t have a clue how to play it. Neither did Brock or Lance, but just the thought of playing an electric guitar made them both want to get over there as fast as they could. 

When they got to their buddy’s place they saw he had it plugged into his parents stereo system through the input jack and he was strumming the strings, it sounded like shit, but it was loud! 

Lance tried it first, his father played the banjo and whatever musical ability he had he must have passed on to Lance because after noodling around with it for about ten minutes he could actually play the opening notes of Satisfaction by the Stones! Brock could not fucking believe it! 

“How the fuck do you know how to play that dude?” he said.

“I don’t know” Lance replied as he kept repeating the riff over and over dant da na na na nananana dant da da  na na na nananana. It was blowing Brock's mind!

“Let me try that thing” he said and Lance reluctantly pulled the strap over his head and handed it to Brock.

It was a Les Paul copy, at that point Brock had no idea what a Les Paul was, he just knew a lot of his favorite rockers had guitars that looked like that, like Ace Frehley from Kiss and Mick Mars from Motley Crue, used one like it, sometimes. 

As soon as Brock pulled the strap over his head and he felt the weight of the guitar as it rested on his shoulders he was in love! It just felt right! He had no idea how to play anything, he did take some acoustic guitar lessons a few years back but he couldn’t even remember anything from them. He just strummed the strings with his right hand and it was like an electric shock jolted through his whole body, it felt like, it felt like raw power! It blew him away! 

Lance said “here use a pick” and he handed the one he was using to Brock. Brock held the pick between his first two fingers and thumb and strummed the shit out of that guitar, their buddy had it cranked through his parents expensive stereo system and it was fucking awesome!

"How the fuck did you figure out how to play satisfaction so fast?" he asked Lance. Lance said he didn’t know, he said he just played around a bit until he stumbled on something that sounded like it. Brock would later learn that Lance had probably the best “ear” he had ever seen. In the coming months he would watch on in awe as Lance would learn song after song just by listening to them and learning them by ear. But at that moment all Brock was concerned with was how fucking cool it was to be strumming this guitar and feeling and hearing the raw power that came out of it. It was the coolest thing he had ever experienced in his 16 years on the planet earth.

Ever since that day Brock’s world was all about the guitar, he lived and breathed for the guitar, it was in his veins. He knew right away he wasn’t a natural like Lance was, but that didn’t deter him, if anything it made him more determined. 

Brock had always been a slacker, he knew he was smart and he knew if he actually applied himself he could do pretty much anything. He actually did that once in school, just to see if he could. He was always getting C’s and D’s on his report cards, he didn’t care, he knew he could get by with those grades. But for a couple of months in grade 10 he actually studied, just to see if he could get better grades.

He started getting 90% and up on everything he studied. Didn’t matter if it was algebra, history or science, if he studied he aced the tests. His teachers couldn’t believe it, and his math teacher, Mr Lewis, actually asked him what was going on? Brock just flat out told him he wanted to see what he could do if he studied, Mr Lewis looked at him and said, it looks like you can do anything.

That made Brock smile. That experiment lasted a couple of months before Brock reverted back to his slacker ways, he didn’t care. He never really cared about anything until he picked up that electric guitar.

Brock lived about half a mile off the main road on an old dirt road, it was actually called the shady lane. You can’t get any more rural than that! His family lived on the top of a hill, on ten acres of land that his father had turned into a fully functioning hobby farm. It was pretty idyllic, if you liked living on a quaint little hobby farm, Brock hated it!

He dreamed of the bright lights of the big city. He knew that the only way to become a rockstar was to move to the city. There weren’t any rockstars living in bumfuck small town Canada..

Brock pretty much ran all the way from the bus stop to his house. He dumped his sneakers and jacket in the porch and went inside to grab a quick snack before heading up to his room on the second floor of their old, huge, Victorian style 5 bedroom house. He said “hey Granny what's shakin? Anything good to eat?” To his grandmother who lived with them and pretty much did all the housework as both his mother and father worked. She said there were some cookie’s she baked that day in the kitchen, Brock made a B line to the kitchen and saw, and smelled, the fresh baked chocolate chip cookies, still in the warm baking pan, score!!

“Love you granny!” he yelled at her as he grabbed 4 or 5 of them and headed upstairs. “Hey don’t eat too many of those or you’ll ruin your supper” his grandmother called after him before turning back to the tv and her soap opera, she loved her soaps, and she loved her grandkids, and the feeling was very mutual. Brock knew he had a good thing going, Granny pretty much did everything for him, including laundry, cooking, cleaning, but being a teenager he didn’t show nearly enough appreciation, but Granny knew she was loved.

Brock closed the door to his bedroom and could barely contain his excitement. Just looking at his guitar sitting beside his amp in its stand gave him goosebumps! It was a cheap knock off of a Strat, but with two humbucker pickups. It was actually modeled after Paul Dean’s guitar from Loverboy.

It was red with a black pickguard and a light wood colored maple neck, that was very thin. It was made by Hondo, from korea, and actually called the paul dean 2. Brock loved it! It could have been a 64 sunburst gibson les paul and he couldn’t have loved it anymore, well maybe a little, but not much! 

He put the cookies down on his desk, except the one he already had in his mouth, and turned on his amp, plugged in his guitar to his Ibanez fat cat distortion pedal and plugged the pedal into the amp. He picked up the guitar and slung the strap over his shoulder, picked up a pick from the dozen or so strewn on top of the amp and slowly turned up the volume knob of the guitar. He could hear the hum from the old tube amp he had actually bought from a friends father for $10! His friends father was a hippy back in the $60's, Brock, and his friends father, had no idea how much it was worth, but it was A LOT more than $10! 

It was so loud and with the distortion from the Fat Cat pedal, it literally peeled your fucking face off!!! Brock loved it!!!

He played an open E chord with a violent downstroke and basked in the glory of the distortion that emanated from his ancient Marshal tube amp, it was glorious! And loud! For whatever reason Brock’s parents never really told him to turn it down, and that extended to his beloved grandmother. Brock figured they were just glad he was actually interested in something, besides smoking cigarettes and pot. 

Brock started playing twisted sisters you can’t stop rock n roll that he was learning. He had the intro down pretty good, and he was beating the hell out of it. There was no other feeling like it, to actually be able to play the songs of your hero’s, what else does a 16 year old boy need to make his soul sing. Within minutes Brock was wrapped up in the power of the guitar, nothing else mattered.

Later that night, when everyone else in the house was gone to bed, Brock was still up. Sitting on the carpeted floor of his bedroom with headphones plugged into his amp, still strumming that cheap Korean Strat knockoff that he absolutely loved. He liked playing with the headphones on, especially late at night. He liked looking at the posters of rockstars on the walls of his room. There was Randy Rhoads with Ozzy, Ratt, Kiss, Twisted Sister, AC/DC, Iron Maiden, Judas Priest, and of course, his absolute favorite Motley Crue!

Brock loved the Crue, they were the coolest, sleaziest, most, badass band there was in 1984. His walls were plastered with pictures and posters from Circus and Hit Parader and any other rock mag he could find, he bought them all. He reveled in reading the articles about the lifestyles of these rock gods! He dreamed of being one someday. Somehow, someday he just knew he was going to be one of them, He didn’t know how it was going to happen, but he knew it would, there was nothing else worth living for.

The next day at school he was dreaming about being a rockstar, as usual, in class. He was actually drawing a guitar neck with all the frets and working on marking off the pentatonic scale, the only one he knew, in different keys on the neck when he looked up and noticed Jennifer Paterson looking at him. She was cute and she smiled at him, he smiled back, but he knew he was too much of a badass for Jennifer.

She was one of the smart kids, who actually studied, she was even in the student council. They couldn’t have been more different. Brock was a slacker, who smoked cigarettes and liked to get high and drink and didn’t give a fuck about school. His only plan was to graduate from high school, he figured he owed his parents that, since his older brother quit in grade 10 and was pretty much considered a fuck up by anyone who wasn’t a fuck up.

Brock was going to graduate high school and then, well and then his plans were a little fuzzy, but they went something like this; somehow get enough money to get to LA, the epicenter of metal and get a band together and become a huge rockstar. 

That was Brock’s plan, he couldn’t understand why his parents and pretty much everyone else, including most of his friends, thought he was crazy. Fuck them he thought, what do they expect me to do? Be some fucking drone in a cubicle working for some stupid corporation? Fuck that shit! 

Anyway, he knew he had nothing in common with Jennifer Paterson but when she smiled at him he got that feeling in his stomach, which he knew meant he didn’t care if they didn’t have anything in common, he wanted to get to know her better. 

They started talking and she asked what he was drawing and he told her, she thought that was kind of cool, besides being in the student council she was also in band, being in band, and playing a recorder, or some other fucking instrument you blew into, was the opposite of being a rockstar, But damn she was hot!

When she leaned in to look at it, and their faces were only inches apart, he could feel the heat between them. He wanted her. Wow, this is kind of freaky, he thought. Brock hadn’t really had many girlfriends, he was more of a get drunk on friday night and see what he could pick up kind of guy, he had just turned 17 and had actually never really gone steady with one girl. 

On the bus ride home he told his friend Austin about it, Austin was the exact opposite of Brock in that way, Austin was always going out with someone, he was rarely single for long. Austin told Brock he should call Jennifer and ask her out. Brock thought about it and said maybe. 

But once he got off the bus at his stop his only thought was to get home and crank the shit out of his guitar! His guitar came first.

Later that night, sitting on his bedroom floor with his back against his bed and his guitar on his lap with his headphones on, Brock thought about Jennifer, ever since their encounter in class earlier in the day he couldn’t stop thinking about her. He got tingles every time he thought about being close to her. Brock might not know much about anything besides guitar and metal but he knew he wanted to be with her. Even if she was pretty much the exact opposite of him. 

The next day at school he saw her walking towards him in the hall between classes. She smiled at him and said hi, he smiled back and said hey. Damn, she was cute. 

“What’s going on?” Brock asked. 

“Not too much just heading to history class,” Jennifer said. 

“Ah, good ol History, well at least it ain't math” Brock said with a self conscious smile, Dude, that was pretty much the dumbest thing you could say, way to go he thought to himself. Talking to girls was hard. 

But Jennifer just smiled and said “math’s not so bad, once you get the hang of it, I can help you study sometime if you want?” 

“That would be great!” Brock replied without even thinking about how much he hated math and how studying was the last thing he would ever call great. All he was thinking, if it meant getting to spend some time with her, he was in!

“You should come over sometime and we can hang out and study, I’ll help you” Jen said. 

“Ya, for sure, when did you have in mind?” Brock said.

“How about tonight?” She replied.

“That sounds great, I’m pretty sure I can get the car, especially if my parents know it’s to go studying” Brock says laughing. 

“Ok, why don’t you come by after dinner, say around 7 or so?” she said.

"Ok, I’ll see you then” Brock says with a smile

“Great, see you then, well I better get to class, bye” Jennifer says with a smile as she turns and heads to class.

Brock just stood there watching her walk away, just before she went into class she looked back at him and smiled. He just stood there smiling back and watched her disappear into the classroom. 

Holy shit! I’ve got a date! Brock thought to himself, that’s fucked up, he couldn’t help but laugh and smile as he turned away and headed to math class. 

He really didn’t think of much else for the rest of the day. He couldn’t wait to hang out with her that evening. 

Finally the day was over and on the way home on the bus he told Austin about it. Austin, was pretty much Brock’s best friend since they had met in grade 6 when Austin transferred to Brock’s elementary school. They had grown up together since then and had shared pretty much every teenage first experiences together. From smoking their first cig, to smoking their first joint, to getting drunk together, they did acid together for the first time, magic mushrooms, and they both loved metal and hard rock with a passion.

They had even talked the bus driver into installing a tape deck in the bus with speakers in the back corners, and he would play any tape they gave him to play. It was pretty fucking awsome! Brock and Austin pretty much ruled their high school. 

Austin was all like “dude, you got a girlfriend! Way to go dude!”

“Well I don’t know if you can call her a girlfriend but I’m definitely going over to her place tonight and let me tell ya I don’t plan on doing much studying” Brock replied as they listened to Love Bites by Judas Priest blast out of the bus’s speakers. 

“In the dead of night, love bites! Love bites!” They sang and banged their heads and smiled at each other. Life was pretty good.

Brock asked his parents if he could have the car at supper. His dad asked him what he wanted it for. “I’m going to go study at a girls house” he knew that would seal the deal, as long as studying was involved how could they say no?

“Studying? At a girls house?” his dad said, “what girl?” Brock’s dad was ex navy and currently a firefighter at the local military base, he could be a hard ass but as far as fathers went he was pretty good. 

“Jennifer Paterson, she lives in Abbotsford” Brock said.

“frank Paterson’s daughter?” His dad said.

“How would I know, I don't’ know who her father is” Brock said.

“Ya, it must be frank's daughter, I think he has two, he lives in Abbotsford and he’s a cook at the base” His dad said.

“So can I have the car?” Brock asked.

“I guess, as long as it’s alright with your mother” His father’s patented response when one of his kids asked permission for anything.

“As long as you're home by 10, it’s a school night,” his mother said.

“Oh come on mom, I’m in grade 12, I’m 17, I’m going to be studying, how about 11?” Brock practically begged.

His mother looked at his father briefly and he saw a slight nod from his dad, “Ok, 11 but no later” His mother agreed. 

As soon as supper was done Brock grabbed his books and got the keys to the car, it was a big old 70 something impala the best thing about it was that it had a cassette deck in it. Brock was a little bummed that he wasn’t going to be able to play guitar all night but figured he could play for a few hours with the headphones on when he got home. And he was really excited, and nervous, but more excited than nervous, to be spending time with Jen. 

He plugged in Shout at the Devil in the stereo, his favorite album, and cranked it up, he loved the Crue. 

He pulled up in front of Jen’s house at about 7pm. Red Hot was blaring out of the speakers when he turned the car off. Here goes he thought.

After meeting Jen’s parents and her older sister, who was pretty damn hot, Brock thought, Jen led him down the hall in her house to her room. 

“It’s ok with your parents if we study in your room?” Brock asked

“Sure, they trust me,” Sher said as she smiled at Brock.

“Cool” he said “My parents are so old fashioned, if we were at my place they’d probably make us study in the kitchen or dining room, so far I love your parents” Brock said with a laugh.

Jennifer closed the door and they sat on the floor of her room with their books. Brock was pretty excited and he could tell She was too. 

They studied math for a while, well it was more like Jennifer showed Brock how to do the algebra homework they were supposed to do. 

As they leaned over their books they managed to get quite close together, Brock could feel the heat from her as their hands touched. He couldn’t take it any longer, he looked at her while she was explaining something, he wasn’t listening to a word of it, he watched her lips move and all he knew was he wanted to kiss them. So he did, he leaned in and just before his lips met Jennifer’s she turned towards him and kissed him back.

They let their lips touch gently at first and slowly they came together. Before he knew it Brock had her in his arms and they were kissing passionately and couldn’t keep their hands off each other. 

“How’s it going in there?” They heard Jennifer’s mother call from out in the hall.

They quickly broke apart and Jen, trying to catch her breath, said “Fine mom” in a bit too loud of a voice.

“Ok, just checking,” her mother said. 

.”OMG, that was close”, she said. As she looked back at Brock, she was flushed and shaking lightly. 

Brock didn’t say anything, he just looked at her and leaned in and kissed her again, he couldn’t help himself. He had to have her. He was rock hard. 

He put his hands on Sher’s neck and the back of her head and pushed his mouth hard against hers. Their mouths opened and they were both exploring each other's mouths with their tongues.

It was intoxicating. Brock began moving his hands all up and down Sher’s back and sides, he wanted to feel every part of her. She was doing the same to him. All the while their mouths never parted. 

Brock slowly laid her back down onto her plushily carpeted floor beside her bed. She was on her back and Brock was on his left side kissing her mouth, more like attacking it and She was pushing back just as hard, and moaning softly. 

Brock let his right hand explore Sher’s stomach and move up to the mounds of her breasts. As his hand slowly slid up to her left nipple she moaned even more, he gently rubbed her nipple between the fabric of her t shirt, they were hard and erect.

He grabbed her whole breast in his hand and gently massaged it, it was the perfect size for his hand, they felt amazing, soft yet firm, if that is even possible. He wanted to feel them without the t-shirt in between. 

He moved his hand down to the her waist and slowly slid it under her shirt, he rubbed her stomach with it, they were both so turned on! He slowly slid his hand up to her breasts and cup one then the other in his hand, omg they felt amazing!

He had to take his lips from hers to tell her. “Omg Jen, you have the most perfect tits!" He said and immediately pressed his lips on hers again. 

After a few more minutes of fondling her breasts Brock started moving his lips and tongue down Sher’s chin and neck, savoring every inch of her, she tasted so good! She moaned and had her hand on the back of his head. “Oh Brock, we should stop” but she made no attempt to stop him.

He knew he couldn’t take her shirt off with her mother so close by so he moved his mouth from her neck down to her naked breasts, she was not wearing a bra. 

He engulfed one of her nipples with his lips and started licking it with his tongue, she was losing it! She pressed his head into her breasts and moaned. “OMG” Brock was in heaven, she was too. 

While licking and kissing her breasts Brock let his right hand slide down Jen's flat smooth stomach to the top of her jeans, he let them slide under the jeans a little, he could feel the heat emanating from her. 

Sher moaned a little louder “Oh, we shouldn’t Brock, my mother might walk in on us” 

“I know, that’s what makes it even more exciting,” Brock said in between kissing and licking her beautiful boobs. 

“Oh, you're a bad boy” she said with a smile, with her eyes closed as her head lay on the carpet.

Brock moved his hand a little deeper down towards her heat, she didn’t say anything, her breath caught in her throat as his hand came in contact with her pubic hair and his fingers brushed lightly over her wetness. 

Brock let his index finger slide into her opening just enough to feel her clit. She was writhing in beautiful agony. He knew she was going to cum soon.

He gently rubbed her clit, it was so wet down there, she was doing her best to stay quiet. She was losing her mind. 

After only a minute or two she came with a little shutter. 

She lay back panting ,eyes still closed on her back on the carpet. Brock slowly slid his hand out of her pants and leaned down and kissed her lips gently.

“That was amazing” she said

“You are amazing,” he said.

Later that night as Brock sat on his bedroom floor playing guitar he thought about what happened at Jennifer's place with a smile on his face. Shortly after Jenifer came, he had left.

He really liked Jen, but he didn’t know if he really wanted a full time girlfriend. He knew it would take him away from what he truly loved, playing guitar and music.

Ok, I better stop for now lol...more to cum...