Together Ssn 08 Ch. 11 – Shining Stars by Dadbodboi

 Together Ssn 08 Ch. 11 – Shining Stars by Dadbodboi,

***All sexually active characters are of age, 18 years old at least, and all sexual activities are consensual. Enjoy!***

Crowds gather before the stage in X-Town this weekend night, ready to be dazzled as the spotlight shines on stage, with the club’s proprietor, Owo Uwu, announcing to the stage, “Please, put your hands together, and show your love, for Cassieopeia, and Twinkle Starlite!”

Sharing the spotlight either side of the mic stand, the two drag starlets, Cassieopeia, 27, and fresh-faced, Twinkle Starlite, turned 18, ready for a duet, “Though the sun shines bright, my days are cold and black as night. Stumbling through by my own advice, they’re bitter pills that break the ice. Heavy on my head is a gilded crown, weighing on my mind may I never drown. Devil’s in the details that may be, still my tongue to keep it all for me.

“Fine by the grace of those around, chased by the howls of hungry hounds. Lurking of wolves at the doors, to keep from the closet doors forevermore. Laughter is a pain from the heart, the melody a remedy as I play my part. Worry not, it’s fine, no harm will find, but for the fears nestled in my mind.

“Shrinking like a shadow in the sun, cling to what we know since we begun. Sitting on our knees to pray, swallow it all down to the end of the day. In the veil of the night even the stars don’t hide, make the moments ours with every stride. A journey of a thousand steps starts with one, and every single oak was once an acorn.

“It’s okay.

“I’ll be there.

“To hold my hand and guide me there.

“It’s fine.

“In good time.

“To burn my skin in the bright sunshine.

“Shrinking like a shadow in the sun, cling to what we know since we begun. Sitting on our knees to pray, swallow it all down to the end of the day. In the veil of the night even the stars don’t hide, make the moments ours with each and every stride. A journey of a thousand steps starts with one, and every single oak was once an acorn.”

Cassieopeia says to the crowd, “Show your love and appreciation for Twinkle Starlite, our newest star who will no doubt shine her absolute brightest,” leading everyone in applause.

Twinkle Starlite graciously receives the adoration humbly, putting her hands up as she says into the mic, “I wouldn’t have this confidence without Cassieopeia, or Owo Uwu, of course, or any of the girls in the back. I wouldn’t have a platform because of them, and my voice would fall on deaf ears if it wasn’t for each and every one of you, so thank you, each and every one. I’d like to say we wrote this song, but it poured from our hearts raw and ready, and we had to share that with you all, pure and unfiltered, like the vodka we pour at the bar,” fuelling laughter from the listeners.

Cassieopeia hugs Twinkle Starlite, giving her a kiss for each cheek, but taking care not to disturb their make-up. The pair of them hurry backstage, greeted by the other girls in the wings ready to take their places on-stage before rushing back to the dressing room.

Cassieopeia and Twinkle Starlite both sit at a dressing table, removing their make-up and undressing out of their costumes, but before they slip into something more casual for the rest of their night, they hasten to lock lips with each other. Cassie’s toned body is licked all over like a lollipop, as Twinkle makes her way down to free his cock from the tape tucking him back, springing forth with an instant erection.

Twinkle takes the cock in her mouth, sucking the head, licking the length, and fondling the flesh with effortlessness aided by her saliva. She slows down her play to be achingly sensual, tantalising her co-star with tenderness and passion unlike he’s ever felt before.

Cassie beckons Twinkle up to face him, indulging in a quick kiss before pushing her back on her stool, turning to brace herself against the dressing table as Cassie shows affection nursing on her natural tits, neglecting the nipples enough to make glancing touches swell with ecstasy, leaving her wanting more.

Twinkle places her hand atop Cassie’s head, forcing him down her petite, toned body to arrive at her dainty cock, desperate for his attention. She strokes his cheeks as he sucks her up into his mouth, and she feels him licking lovingly along the whole length, with little trills at the head with the tip of his tongue.

Cassie starts to shake from the nerves, so much more than stepping on stage to sing, thrilled by what he’s doing with this sensational starlet. He stands up, indicating to Twinkle to turn over, doing so, sitting her knees on the stool with her elbows braced on the dressing table, and she pushes her backside out for Cassie to take advantage of in his stride.

Twinkle looks in the mirror, finding Cassie’s face in it over her shoulder, smiling at him, tilting her head to rest her cheek on her palm. She laughs flirtatiously, catching his attention, but shyly averting her gaze as she looks at her reflection, before cutely staring back, licking her lips, biting her fingertip, and gasping at the efforts of this incredible man inside her perfect rear.

Losing herself in the monotony of Cassie’s cock stretching her anal passage, Twinkle reaches down, between the jiggle of her tiny tits, taking a long, steady stroke down her flat belly, to grip her cock in hand, giving it a hearty squeeze to allow her hand to move as naturally as it will.

Moments slip by like this, and Twinkle moans sweetly to remind Cassie, “Any longer and we’ll be caught…”

Cassie whimpers, “Almost… there,” slapping his crotch against Twinkle’s cheeks strongly, finally filling her up inside before pulling out.

Twinkle slaps her buttcheek with one hand, turning around to sit her backside on the stool, still stroking her cock as she suggests with a flash of her eyes, “Down for me,” watching as Cassie does as he is told until Twinkle showers his face with her spunk. She swipes her fingers to collect some of her spillage, licking her fingers clean with a satisfied moan.

The two of them hurry to sit beside each other on their stools, making themselves presentable to join the clubgoers out front, just as the other starlets waft in, paying little attention to what they don’t know has happened.

Cassie makes himself look cute, dressed in his casual clothes, ready for to go out into the club to enjoy the rest of his night, but before leaving the dressing room, addresses his co-stars, “If any of you need me, I’ll be somewhere out there with my friends.”

Twinkle blows him a kiss, and Doris Diva calls after him, “You have fun, Cas, babes. We love you,” allowing Cassie to leave with a smile, and a spring in his step.

Stepping out into the club, Cassieopeia is left backstage, and out emerges Cassie Palmer into the swirl of disco lights, flashing spectrums of coloured dots over him as he makes his way through the crowd. He soon finds his parents Kirsty and Eric, 53 and 46, giving them a courteous kiss on each cheek.

Eric congratulates his son, “You were great up there with that new girl. Who’s she?”

Cassie explains, “That’s Twinkle Starlite. She’s very new here, but is fitting right in with us girls in the back.”

Eric banters, “Oh, aye! I bet! Get hot back there does it?”

Kirsty casts a knowing eye her son’s way, eager for gossip, but Cassie laughs it off, “Er, no, thanks. Nothing like that at all. Remember I’m with Daisy.”

Eric notes, “The way that Twinkle Starlite looked at you during your song, she’s into you.”

Kirsty agrees, “There was a spark.”

Eric jokes, “Not a sparkle?,” laughing at his own expense.

Cassie sighs, feigning being unimpressed with a huff, and a hand on his hip, answering to his parents, “You must’ve been seeing things. I’m not doing anything wrong.”

Eric assumes a more serious tone to say, “Didn’t say you were son. How old is she?”

Cassie replies, “Not long turned 18,” looking around as he asks, “Speaking of turning 18, is…”

Before Cassie can finish his question, the crowd parts, revealing his younger brother, Jack Palmer, parting the crowd with a gaggle of impressionable young women clinging to him, hearing him as loud and obnoxious as ever, “You’ve been with someone like me before. Honestly, I’m not even bragging when I say I can have all of you at the same time, and still have plenty left in the tank. I wasn’t made for loving, or any of that romantic shit. I’m pure sex from dusk to dawn, baby, aww yeah,” noticing his brother, greeting him, “What’s up, fag?”

Cassie warns his little brother, “Can’t say that in here.”

Jack smirks, “Can’t say, ‘what’s up?’ What a backwards people that you can’t even use a simple greeting. Now, girls, stick with me and I’ll show you how real civilised people get down in the good times,” as his entourage roll their eyes, giggling with each other at the naivete of youth, but falling for the exuberance and charm nonetheless, sticking by him.

Kirsty snaps, “Jacamo Palmer, you behave yourself, or you’re going home.”

Not listening to his mother, Jack looks at one of the women with him, copping a feel of her crotch, saying loudly, “This bitch got a dick! Bigger than mine too,” giving an impressed nod.

Kirsty chastises her son, shouting, “Jacamo Palmer, that is not nice!”

A bouncer approaches, asking, “Anything wrong?”

Eric points to his youngest son, telling the bouncer, “He’s not 18, and he’s been drinking.”

The bouncers step in to manhandle Jack as he protests, “No! Dad! He’s joking. I turned 18 last week. I swear. I was just having a good time.”

A bouncer says into the teen’s ear, “Go have a good time in your bedroom, kid.”

Jack jokes, “What’s that in your pocket? You got the hots for me, or something?”

The bouncer responds, “Or something,” throwing him onto the street.

Jack turns around, shouting back, “This is bullshit. I got my ID right here. Can’t a guy get out and have a good time anymore? I thought you gays were about inclusion.”

The bouncer assumes his post at the front door, scanning the straight, coolly saying, “I ain’t gay.”

Jack attempts to reason, “Oh, come on! You’ve never been curious?”