It didn't matter that he was near the back. The first things that took me in were his gorgeous eyes; an incredible shade of blue; they sparkled. He loved being up on that little stage and it showed in the frequent smiles he'd flash the crowd. I watched him, mesmerized, wondering if he knew just how beautiful he was. I longed to kiss those full, pouty lips and run my fingers through his hair; to hold him close and yes, to make love to him.
I hung in the shadows wondering if he'd be receptive to my advances. No guitar aficionado by my standards, I decided it didn't matter, with looks like his he could just stand on stage and people would flock to see him. When the band took a break and he came down off the stage I got my first good look at the whole package. I almost lost it right there. He had the best ass I'd ever seen and I'd seen a bunch. My body responded as expected and once again I felt that longing. I had to have him.
He joined a girl at the far end of the bar and I went home to take a cold shower.
He became my obsession, when I wasn't working I was at whatever bar they were playing; always staying in the shadows; always wanting to approach him but losing my nerve and going home to a cold shower.
Months went by and I eventually lost track of him. I had heard though the grapevine he'd gotten a job in New York City at some recording studio. To avoid sinking into depression at the loss of at least being able to watch him I sunk myself into my work.
There will be someone else, I told myself.
Someone else never materialized. Oh sure, there were assorted, umm, distractions, some quite enjoyable. However, nothing or no one could compare to the thoughts of what I longed to share with him. Just the concept of being there, having those blue eyes stare into mine while my tongue plundered his mouth and my hands explored his body made my hunger grow.
No longer was it possible to stay out on the West Coast. This impossible longing was calling me back to Jersey.
"I'm coming home," I said to the empty room.
My first night back to my hometown I ran into an old high school friend. We had a few beers and talked over old times. Thinking I was perhaps looking for work he told me about this kid he'd heard of who'd done the most unusual thing of getting a recording contract without even having a band.
"I hear he's trying to put one together now. You might want to check them out."
I thanked him of course but in the back of my mind I rejected the idea. I had been trying to start up my own band so the thought of working in someone else's wasn't too appealing.
As it turned out the next night I found myself with nothing to do so I decided to check out what I considered the competition. I walked into the dim lit smoke-filled room and looked around. There was a decent crowd for what I felt was still an early hour. I got the feeling these guys must be fairly good to get a draw like this. The amount of chicks in the crowd gave me the hint that either this band played stuff I wouldn't be interested in or someone in the group was drop dead gorgeous. I sincerely hoped it was the latter half of my supposition.
I walked up to the bar and ordered a beer. Having gotten my drink, I found a spot where I could lean against the wall and observe the stage. Taking my pack of Marlboros out of my jacket pocket I lit one up and waited for the band to take the stage.
The band, as it turned out, was a five man unit, drummer, keyboards, bass, guitar and from the looks of it a singer with rhythm guitar. I had heard of the drummer before, he'd been around for a while. The bassist I actually knew. We had played together in a couple bands over the years. The guy on the keyboards was unknown to me. The kid playing the guitar looked hardly old enough to be in the bar. The singer's back was to me and I couldn't help but admire his slender figure and extremely, sexy ass. It brought to mind another great ass I had been obsessed with. Instantly my body responded to the image that, like one light burned brilliantly inside my head. I shifted uncomfortably.
I wasn't prepared to handle the shock when they started and he turned to face the crowd. His hair was longer and lightly frosted but the ass I had been admiring was the very ass that had burned it's owner into my mind. I'd never forget that face.
So you're a singer now.
I had to admit he had one hell of a voice; not only that but he held that bar crowd in the palm of his hand. I knew he had the makings to be a star.
Now that I had found him again I didn't want to pass up what could be my last opportunity to know him better. I had to see if I could at least talk to him; feel him out so to speak. In the midst of trying to figure that out came the voice of my friend reminding me that this band was newly formed. I knew I was better with a guitar that the funny-looking kid playing tonight so I decided I'd offer my services; the guitar services first; the other ones hopefully later on.
I didn't approach him until the show was over. Some of band were busy packing up their gear. I spotted him over at the bar getting a drink.
"I'll pay for that," I told the bartender.
He turned and looked me up and down. "Thanks."
Was he checking me out?
I wasn't sure and I wasn't sure how to open the conversation. Being this close to him was making me nervous.
"You're John Bongiovi right?"
He nodded as he took a drink of the beer I had just paid for
"I'm Richie Sambora." I continued.
He raised an eyebrow, those magnificent blue eyes clearly said, 'and I'd want to know this because?'
Okay he wasn't being very sociable at this point. I had to do something to grab his attention. I decided to use a bravado I certainly did not feel.
"I've been told you got a record deal and need to put together a band. I'm gonna be your guitarist."
Oh, if you could have seen the look he gave me that night! I know I'll never forget it.
He walked away from the bar never saying a word.
Well Sambora that worked real well.
I was surprised when he walked back a few minutes later and set his empty beer bottle on the bar.
"I gotta go. Meet us here at 10 AM next Tuesday and know these."
He handed me a tape and a piece of paper with an address written on it then walked over to where his band mates were waiting for him. They walked out of the bar together as one tight unit. Forget it that there were five of them, I felt like I was watching the Musketeers walking out that door and taking all my hopes with them.
Nonetheless, I was there at 9:30 Tuesday morning. I wanted to make a good impression and thinking the address belonged to someone's house it seemed like a good idea to get there early. It was a warehouse type building and no one was around. Sighing I went back to my car and waited. Tico, the drummer and Alec, the bassist arrived first. I was kind of glad to see these two musicians. I felt I could talk to them. Arriving soon after was the keyboardist who was introduced to me as Dave Rashbaum
We went in, set up and began playing together. I had no trouble playing the tunes given me with these guys and I enjoyed having such good musicians to work with.
At 10:45 John finally showed up. We didn't get an explanation why he was late, however he did apologize for it.
"Okay Sambora let's see what you got."
He barely looked at me when we began playing the tune he'd called for. Halfway way through he added his voice to it and with the risk of tooting my own horn I have to say I had them sounding a whole lot better than the band I saw the other night.
We ran through a few more numbers then John called it a halt. "That'll do for today."
We stood around talking a bit then John turned to me.
"I guess you're in Sambora."
It was said with very little emotion almost as if it was an afterthought. I began to wonder if I even wanted to play in this band then he turned away from me and I got another good look at his ass. My cock sprang to life.
Down boy, I thought.
John was sitting on one of the amps writing something in a tablet when the rest of the guys started filing out. I guessed that was his way of dismissing us so I started to take my leave also.
"Don't leave Richie," he said without looking up.
I stopped dead in my tracks then turned to face him. We were the only two in the warehouse now. I didn't know what was coming so I stood there.
"Are you finished?" John asked me.
Puzzled I repeated, "Finished?"
Jon set the tablet aside and jumped down.
"Stalking me," he said as he started walking my way.
"Stalking you?" I asked wondering where this was going.
He narrowed his eyes some as he got closer. "You think I didn't see you when I was seventeen playing in those bars? You think I didn't know why you were there?"
I blushed. Had he figured out my secret? What was he going to do about it?
"I lost you when I went to work in the city," he said referring to New York City.
"I went out to the West Coast to do some gigs," I replied.
"Why did you come back?"
Did I dare tell him? Better not, he'd throw me right out of the band if you did.
"I...I got bored with that scene." I chose instead.
"Gee and all this time I thought you'd come back for me." John said.
I swallowed the lump that had formed in my throat, unsure if he was joking around or serious.
"Y...you did?" I managed to croak out while standing like a statue.
He rolled his eyes and got right in my face. His hands were on the waist of my jeans and the next thing I knew he was pulling me tightly against his body. What I felt was an erection as hard as my own as his lips came down to cover mine. I groaned and wrapped him in my arms, sliding my tongue into his welcoming mouth as I realized my wishes were all coming true.
"I've wanted to do this since the first time I saw you." I panted, as our lips broke apart.
"What took you so long?" John said softly as we fell to the floor wrapped in each other's arms.