Life on Tour

Life on Tour John Wayan

I've been a roadie for 15 years now and I've seen a whole lot and done a whole lot and I figure it's time for me to share some of these stories. I'm 34 now, been on tour since I was 19. Which brings me to my first time ...

We were coming up 95 heading to New York out of Virginia when we decided to stop at a truck stop for some breakfast. I stepped out with the guys, pretty much just to get a breath of fresh air. I had eaten in the morning and decided to let the guys go ahead and eat while I checked out the magazine section in the store.

I was checking out the latest issue of playboy when I notice this guy watching me from behind an issue of Guns and Ammo. I wasn't quite sure if it was just me or not, cause he glanced down real quick, so I ignored him. I headed towards the restroom and though nothing of it. I stepped to the urinal and yanked out my sore dick. Sore from staring at the playboy and while I was pissing gently gave it a reassuring rub. Suddenly the guy that I though was staring at me came up to the urinal next to me and yanked out the biggest cock I'd ever seen. He started pissing a storm and rubbed himself a bit. I couldn't help but stare at the thing for a second, but he was waiting for me.

"What are you looking at boy?" He asked me in a rough voice. I looked up at his chiseled hard face stunned and stammered "Nothing sir", and zipped up my jeans and tried to walk away. But he grabbed me by the arm and said, "Listen here son, you can't go around looking and not paying, come here" He yanked me over and grabbed at my crotch. I was starting to get scared, but he clamped down and said "Boy, you better not holler, or I'll squeeze until you scream!"

He held me firm and we walked out together to the parking lot. He guided me over to his big truck and shoved me inside the cab. He practically threw me into the bunk and turned on the air lock. By now I was scared shitless. I wanted out and looked for a way to knock this guy out. Before I could do anything he was on top of me. He rubbed his crotch against mine and I felt utterly repulsed as he kissed me and licked at my face. I tried to push him away, but he pinned my hands together with his powerful hand and started to undo his pants with the other. I watched in abject horror when I saw his half-hard dick flop out of his Speedo and land on my jeans. It was huge, maybe three times my size, and growing. He opened my jeans even with me struggling and rolling around and started to fondle my dick through the fabric of my briefs. My dick started to respond which just urged him on.

"Oh yeah little boy, give it to me. I want your cock in my mouth like you wouldn't believe!" He nearly ripped off my briefs and started to lick eagerly at my hardening dick. I thought I would die in agony. This was not me, I was straight, yet I was enjoying myself more than I'd ever had. Of course I was also a virgin.

His free hand started to caress my ass and I squirmed even more. I'd heard stories of what fags did to each other and I really didn't want to find out. His finger found my tight ass hole and started to make it's way in. I yelled at him to stop and I squirmed harder than ever. I broke free and started to push him away again, nut he just slammed me down on the bunk, flopped me belly down, pinned my hands behind my back and whispered into my ear, "OK, boy now the fun really begins--" and with a chuckle he proceeded to introduce his tongue to my tight ass. Now, he had trouble getting one finger in my tight young virgin ass, and with all the athletics I had been into, my asshole gave a decent fight. But his probing wet tongue managed to pry open the hole and dig deep into my ass. I struggled to get free but it was completely useless. In this position he had his whole body weight on me.

"Alright virgin boy, you're a virgin aren't you? Well thank your lucky stars, you're a man today!" He pulled up and I felt a soft warm thing probe around my ass cheeks, find my asshole and push in. I nearly screamed when the head of his enormous prick popped through the narrow opening of my ass. "Aww, fuck yeah! Oh shit, Oh man--" He screamed in my ear in between sighs of ecstasy and moans of pleasure. My ass was burning and my cock limp when all of a sudden he touched a spot in my bowels that gave me a shock of pleasure. It ran up my spine and I let out a little moan that was barely audible, but enough for him to hear. "You enjoying this boy? Time to shift gears--" My dick was starting to swell from the constant rubbing and the tinges of pleasure when he started to fuck me even harder and more rhythmically. He moaned in time with the thrusts, and I started to get really hot, my dick swelling to its full length, bashing into the bedding of his bunk. He rode me like a hot cowboy riding a young buck. I squirmed and moaned, confused by the profusion of senses from disgust to pleasure coming in on me. He just fucked and fucked and I started to bury my dick in the bedding. It was digging out it's own groove and started to rub against it in the most erotic way. He fucked me and I fucked the bed, a threesome of explosive proportions.

I started to moan louder as I was getting close to cuming. He sensed I was getting close and he fucked me so hard, he started knocking me against the wall, in the process driving my dick into the bed even further. I breathed in time with his thrusts and moaned and yelped faster and faster, finally sweet relief, my dick started to shoot stream after stream of hot jism. He felt my spasms and spun me around and sucked hard on my dick. My back arched in unbearable ecstasy and I screamed as he sucked hard and dried my nut sack of it's cream. He got up and rammed his tool into me a couple of more times, then started to spew inside me. My last shots meagerly spewing on my chest, his hot jism pouring into me and my ass rubbing against my first shots on the bunk, I lay there utterly exhausted and unable to move. He finished up and started to rub the jism on my chest and lick it like a cat lapping up the remainders. I was confident at that point that I wanted more of this, and that this was only the beginning of a great new experience.

He looked at me and laughed. "Like the show?" "Loved it", I said in a weak voice. I sprung up and placed my lips squarely on his cock and started to suck like never before. Between his shock and the sucking, his cock jumped to attention and was soon ready to cum. He pulled out and spewed all over me again, and I smeared it, especially around my nipples and waited for the coming tongue bath. He didn't disappoint.

I wanted to play more, but I had to run. I had glimpsed the guys walking towards the bus and I didn't want them to wonder. I never met him again, but I'll always be waiting to find my own Mrs. Robinson again someday.

Life On Tour 2

So I went along, eager for another opportunity at this new fascination of mine. Luckily as things happen, I didn't have to wait long. After the New York gig, the boss of the company we toured with was being an ass and decided we had to haul Ass out of the place and tear down the show in 4 hours. Naturally this meant I was in a world of pain and tired as hell as we pulled out of the venue. About 3 hours down the road the truckers needed to stop for fuel and we stopped again at a truck stop.

I was stumbling around the telephone booth, trying to call my mother, and I had just gotten through to an operator when I felt a hand caress my ass. I brushed at my ass cause I thought it was something else, but my hand caught the other, and I spun around to face a short slender muscular fellow who seemed somewhere in his early twenties. He flashed a sheepish grin up at me and batted his shocking blue eyes. I was stunned. I had been rehearsing a pick up line of sorts and running my next encounter through my head, but this was totally unexpected.

I decided to play along and give him an indication, but the raging hard on I had said enough. To my surprise, he walked away and didn't look back. I stood there, my cock limping from lack of attention, frustrated in my rejection.

"Mr. Acres, your shower is ready, Mr. Acres" I heard announced over the intercom. I glanced up at the direction the guy had disappeared and noticed that it was the entrance to the shower rooms. I wondered if perhaps the invitation was still open.

I walked into the showers and glanced in between the curtains at rows and rows of man meat, some of them beating off in the showers, giving me a tinge of hunger. I came upon the booth that the blue eyed devil who had groped my ass was using. He either pretended not to hear me, or really didn't and continued to massage his body in soap. I watched with hungry eyes, rubbing my crotch when he suddenly dropped the soap. He bent over to pick it up and saw me standing there. He smiled again, pausing ever so slightly and slinking his ass in the most inviting way. This was way too much for me and I stripped as fast as I could and joined him.

I started to talk, but he shushed me with his hand on my mouth and I just moaned as his hand started to soap me up and down. He lathered his hands up again, and continued to soap my back and chest, rubbing my nipples as he passed them. He knelt down and skillfully evaded my cock -which was standing at full attention- and rubbed my ass cheeks and brushed at my asshole, promising future delights. He rubbed the insides of my thighs, sending shivers through me, finally rinsing me off of all the gunk I had picked up at the last gig. My hands rubbed him as he rose to his feet, smelling my now clean body from leg to head. He looked up into my eyes and silently started to rub my body. He saw my hand reach for my prick and gently restrained it from touching it. I looked at him, but he was too intent on licking my nipples to notice. I rubbed his back and enjoyed the attention my nipples were getting. He nibbled slightly on them which gave me a shock off discovery at this new erotic sensation. My cock was aching for attention and I tried again to comfort it, but again he stopped me from touching it, this time diverting me instead to his cock, which was bobbing up and down excitedly, much to the contrast of it's owner who was calmly licking my abs and carefully avoiding contact with my cock.

I started to jerk him off slowly and got some quiet moans from him, but he continued to ignore my cock. I was getting pissed when suddenly one of his hands reached around and stuck two fingers up my ass. I was surprised by the sudden sensation and my prick grew a half an inch from pure pleasure. I nearly fell back against the wall of the shower, and my hands fell away from his hard cock to brace myself. He grinned and knelt down, removing his fingers from my ass and sticking his tongue deep inside instead. I let out a little cry of pleasure and my hand instinctively reached for my stiff and very sore prick, but he was keeping an eye on it, and held both of my hands away from it. I was starting to get pissed, and started to pull away from him, when in a swift move, he stood up, grabbed my prick and shoved it up his ass. He let out a yelp of pain and pleasure, but it was nothing next to my scream of pure pleasure, sending me reeling back against the wall, him following me back. He shoved up against me and I responded by grabbing him by the waist and thrusting as deep as I could. I was consumed by lust, my cock demanding retribution for it's torment.

I turned him against the wall and he braced himself with his hands as I proceeded to fuck him as hard as I could. I got so carried away, I didn't notice his little whimpers of pain as I drove harder and harder, now nearly lifting him off the ground. I was getting close and I knew he could feel it, he reached down with one hand to massage his own growing prick and lost his balance on a particularly strong thrust. I was gone with lust and I pressed him onto the wall, lifting him off the ground and fucking him up the wall. He groaned in ecstasy, and I yelled in pleasure, thrusting and pulling.

I came close and started to feel the pulsing in my cock, when in a sudden burst f energy he pushed me away and my cock got yanked rudely out of it's warm fuck hole, rendering it incapable of cuming. I tried to finish by jacking my self off, but he intercepted my hand, and restrained me with all his strength until the rush had stopped. He looked into my eyes as I showed confusion and he merely started to stroke the now dripping with precum cock to ease the ache. He knelt down and started to suck my dick with a force I had never felt before. This was too much. He played with my dick head, rolling it around in his mouth, teasing it some more. I felt the rush coming on again and I grabbed him by the hair and proceeded to fuck his face in. Just a few thrusts was all I could take. With a roar of pleasure, I arched my back and poured hot jism into his throat. He pulled his mouth away slightly and started to lick my piss hole with a quick motion, driving me insane with pleasure. In the rush of ecstasy I noticed his hand start to jack him off with a fervor. As the last bits of jism were purged from my body, I pulled him up and went down on him to return the favor. I bit his cock playfully and he moaned and groaned in a deep gorgeous voice. I jiggled his ball sacks with my chin as I licked his pole up and down. Finally I felt his dick start to throb and I jacked my self off with my free hand, calling my cock back up to attention. His groaning came even louder and louder which turned me on so bad, my dick was ready for another round. His hips started to thrust into my face and both off us reached the magic point together, him spewing into my mouth, giving me my first taste, me shooting my jism all over his legs. I swallowed the rush of spunk in my mouth as fast as I could, nearly gagging at the amount, but soon I felt the pressure of the shots lessen, so I filled my mouth with his last shots, and stirred it around in my mouth tasting this wonderful new taste, savoring it like a fine wine. I looked down at his leg and noticed my own jism still dripping down the right one. I leaned over and licked his leg clean, noticing the different taste.

He finished his shower as I cleaned my self off and stepped out and got dressed without a word. I didn't know what to say, so I did the same and left the showers. I was sitting on the bus a few minutes later, explaining that I felt like a shower and apologizing for taking too long, when I saw him step out of the building and catch a good looking young woman in his arms, kissing her passionately in his arms. "Well" I thought, "That was certainly an interesting one night stand".

Life On Tour 3

Life on tour continued for a while without much incident, except for the occasional feel up some guys ass in a crowd, or the casual brushes at the shows. I was aching for another encounter after two months of being dry, when I found out something really, really interesting.

The crew guys and me we sitting around the bus watching some stupid porno flick on the TV that one of the guys had brought. All of them were rubbing their cocks through their pants, and I was secretly watching the bulges in two of the cuter ones through the corner of my eye. Eventually the guys decided that they were going to all go to bed cause of their early call time the next day. They all piled into their bunks and closed the divider door the back of the bus as I got a Pepsi out of the cooler and took a sip. From the front of the bus I heard the driver's voice call out.

"You mind passing me a water while you're there?"

"Sure."

Now the driver was pretty cute in his own right, built from years of driving a truck, he was still in his early 30s. I brought him the water and sat by him for a second, watching the night scene go by.

"I saw you eyeballing everybody's hard pricks there buddy" He said out of the blue.

I looked at him in horror, dreading the knowledge of my change in preferences be known to the guys.

"I--I--"

"That's OK buddy. I won't tell on you. For a price--" He winked at me in a really suggestive manner, and I started to get a little aroused at the possibilities. I really didn't like being black mailed, but hey, this could be a good fuck. I pretended to be hesitant.

"I don't know Bill, I mean you know--"

"I was looking at Dave's huge bulge too you know. A looker and a good size to him too" He said, ignoring me.

I reached over between his legs and gave him a little squeeze.

"Aaah, you're getting the point boy-- umm, yeah, go on"

I unzipped his pants and started to rub his growing dick through his underwear.

He purred in contentment, groaning now and again when I hit a nerve. I ducked under the steering wheel and started to suck at his throbbing member through the underwear. He gave out a lovely groan of pleasure. I could taste his precum through his underwear, now getting soaked and clinging to his thighs and cock, outlining the now quite large dick I was working on. He massaged the back of my head with one hand as he drove down the road and moaned and groaned.

I pulled his underwear over his cock with my teeth and teased his cock with my tongue, licking up and down the sizeable pole, making him squirm in his seat. He pushed my head towards his cock head, but I continued to resist actually taking him in. I decided to tease him by coming straight at his head, but only licking it. He decided he wanted to fuck my face, so he braked a little suddenly and I went flying onto his cock. He gave out a little yelp of pleasure and I started to suck him out. Soon I could feel his cock start to throb really hard against the walls of my mouth.

It was time to show him who was boss. I stepped away from his cock and he gave me the iciest stare I've ever seen.

"What the fuck, you little mother fucking cock tease. I can't believe you'd leave me hanging--"

"Well, you could swear you'd never tell a soul about my little weakness here--"

"You son of a bitch, I'd rather kick your spineless little ass--"

The bus swerved slightly and he fixed his eyes back on the road and reacted quickly, resulting in his giant cock brushing against the steering wheel. I could see him wince from the sudden sensory pleasure.

"Fuck you little cock tease-- I'm, gonna--"

"You're gonna what?"

"Fine, I swear. You happy, I fucking swear not to tell nobody"

That was all I needed to hear. I dropped my pants and my underwear and straddled him and -with great difficulty- came down straight on his fuckpole.

"What the fuck-- shit, aww, fuck yeah--" He moaned as I fucked him with my ass, his head bobbing back and forth to see the road ahead.

I rode his pole up and down, feeling his big cock tear me apart. I winced in pain every time I came down on him, feeling surges of lust and amazingly powerful erotic sensations travel up and down my bent spine, my cock rubbing up against his rough shirt.

I unbuttoned his shirt and felt his chest hairs tickle my cock as it rubbed up and down his manly broad chest. I was starting to get really hot and I started to bob up and down faster and faster, bouncing on his cock. Up and down we both went, him shoving his hips in time with my thrusts. Suddenly I came, the rough surface of his chest driving my cock insane. I spewed my jism all over his chest and face, followed by a warm sensation melting in my ass as Bill let go off his cream into my bowels. I collapsed into him, leaning my head on his shoulder, breathing on his neck. He sighed and settled back down in his seat, his driving unfazed. I got off him and pulled my pants back on.

"That was incredible, you little fuck" He said in his gruff voice.

"You weren't so bad yourself, old man"

"Shut up kid, I'm only 32. Your secret is safe with me boy."

"Geez, and I was so looking forward to the next payment--" I said with a sheepish grin. And so I was. And so I did. We had a lot of fun Bill and me on that tour, but that's another story.

Life On Tour 4

So there I was, 2 years into touring. I had worked with a couple of really neat bands and was now actually working for a show production company of some fame. I had just signed up for a new tour with a large rock n roll band and was looking forward to some road work after doing a couple of local gigs. Gay sex is pretty hard to come by in your hometown when you're in the closet.

We were out of Atlanta 6 hours when it started to get late. We were doing an over night drive, so we were all spending the night in our bunks. I had been eyeballing this other guy on the crew for hours now. His name was Dave. There are a lot of Daves in the business. This one was a little different though. His big steely black eyes and his long curly dark hair transfixed me ever since he walked onto the bus. He didn't talk much. In fact after introducing himself, he was fairly un-talkative and contemplative until he had a beer then turned in.

I lied there awake in my bunk, hearing one by one the soft snores of all my crewmates fall into place. I started rubbing my crotch to ease the pang of desire I was feeling from months of neglect, but playing with myself was starting to get old. I wondered if Dave was wearing anything under his covers. I hadn't seen him come in and had no idea if he slept with his pants on. I decided to find out.

I turned the heat up in the bus and soon I could hear the rustle of covers being turned over. I quietly opened the curtain to my bunk and stepped out. I peered over at Dave's bunk and noticed the covers were hanging out. Perfect. I walked over and peered behind the curtain. He laid there on his back, a model of perfection if ever there was one. I stood there my jaw loose as I watched his beautiful pale chest heave with giant manly sighs, sending the rough stubble of dark chest hairs flying every which way. My eyes wandered down to his crotch that was covered by a pair of white briefs. His strong thighs stirred suddenly, showing off his incredibly muscular legs.

I couldn't help myself. I was just going to watch, but my hand reached out and tentatively reached for his crotch. I gave his bulge a few feathered strokes and felt it stir underneath. I felt braver and started some more forceful strokes. His dick began to respond and grew to a great proportion in seconds. I grabbed a hold of it my lust and started to jerk it off slowly. He stirred in his sleep and his lips parted in a semi smile. I wondered what his dreams were making of this. I continued to jack him off through his briefs which were now straining beyond belief to contain the massive piece of precum oozing meat.

I braved myself to free his dick from his briefs. The feel of his prick against my hand drove me nuts. I started to lean over and blow gently on his cock as I stirred it. I heard a gentle moan escape his lips from wherever he was. He stirred in his sleep and I pulled back for a second, but his hand came up to mine as I withdrew and his eyes popped open and stared directly at mine. My heart skipped a beat as his eyes bore deep into mine. I was like an animal startled. I couldn't say anything.

To my complete and utter astonishment, he pulled my hand back over to his crotch and planted it straight back on his pulsing cock. "I expect you to finish that, if you can." He started to jack himself off with my hand, and it was all I could do to jump into the bunk with him and help him out. My eyes grew wide as his cock continued to swell to the point where I needed two hands to do it justice. His body bucked and swayed under me and I struggled to not get thrown off the bunk. There wasn't much space in there, so I was bent over until my face was practically hovering over his huge meat. I hesitated for a second as I wondered if I could even fit that monster anywhere. I started to lick his pole up and down and he urged my head forward. I nuzzled his nut sack and licked the tender skin between his crotch and his ass. He let out a moan of pleasure and grabbed me by the hair. He shoved my face into his ass and I eagerly lapped at his asshole with my tongue. His hugely muscled legs wrapped around my back and bear hugged me with a fierce hold.

I made my way back up to his dick and continued to lap up and down as best I could. Truth be told, there was enough for two in that snake. I played my tongue over his stone hard head and he tried to shove his head into my mouth with his hands in my hair to no avail. This thing simply would not fit. His grunts through clenched teeth revealed his frustration at my inadequacy and I thought of how I could accommodate him. As I continued to lick his shaft, I explored his hole with my fingers, prying open his firm buttocks to arrive at that flower I had lubricated earlier. I stuck one finger in there, and he moaned his approval.

"Come on, give me more--" He gasped through clenched teeth.

I withdrew the one and plugged two this time, feeling with satisfaction the sudden surge in his meat. He picked me up with surprising strength and turned me around so that my crotch was above his face. He ripped open my shorts, letting lose my aching cock. He grabbed it roughly and started to jack it off. I gasped at the severity of his motions and when I recovered I stuck 4 fingers into his hole. He bucked at the pressure and inadvertently took all of my 8 inches down his throat and slammed against my balls. I gave a yelp of delight as he slid it out again and licked off the precum that had slithered out. I tried again to fit his massive cock head into my mouth, but could only get one of the stone globes into my mouth at a time. I was getting desperate. I wanted to make him cum so bad, I would do anything. I stopped finger fucking him and sat up as far as I could and gently sat down on his fuck pole.

"Are you sure you can do this?" He asked, genuinely concerned.

"I can take that fucker," I said through clenched teeth, preparing myself for a world of pain.

With that he gently started to press against my tight butthole. I squirmed and struggled to get his head through and finally with a plop his head was through. I clenched my eyes shut until the pain ebbed away, and he waited there, making small motions with his cock, rubbing against my insides.

"Go on, man, go on" I whispered, fearing I might explode. He started to push slowly inside me, and I winced in pain at the pressure. He was now squirming and moaning like he was about to cum. I couldn't let him finish like this. I clenched my teeth and sat down hard as I could without screaming. Dave on the other hand couldn't take the crazy wave of erotic pleasure that screamed up his body and came like a river. He gave out a long stifled moan -remembering our bunkmates- gushing and gushing into my bowels, sending shivers up my spine, trembling my body, in turn shaking his cock to cum and cum. I grasped my own cock and started to jack off as fast as I could, Dave finally gasped and let out a sigh of contentment and lifted me again off him and laid me down on top of his burly chest, hugging me close to his clean shaven face. I gasped at his closeness and the feel of his chest hairs tickling me. He gently grabbed my cock and began massaging it with a slow rhythmical motion. I moaned and hummed in pleasure, kissing him deep in the mouth, my tongue trying to find the source of this tenderness. My entire body started to tremble and spasm as I neared climax. He kissed me in the mouth and jerked me off a little faster and finally I came in his hand, pouring out my soul to the tender love machine holding me tight in it's embrace. I was happy. We laid there a little longer, enjoying each other's warmth, after which I crept silently back to my bunk, eyeing the other hunk on the bus with an interested eye...

Life on Tour 5

I was starting to get comfortable with this whole being gay thing. And man was the sex good. I swear I was starting to get addicted to it. Which is why when we hit Vegas...

We hit Vegas a day earlier than we had planed. This gave us a whole day off the next day waiting while the trucks went in line at the venue we were playing. That meant we had the whole night to party out in Vegas. I was getting horny just at the thought of being in Vegas, the last damn Sodom on Earth. We got to the Excalibur, the hotel we were staying in and checked in. I had some stuff to deal with before I got in and so the manager handed me my key last and I made my way up to the room. Now I had no clue I was going to be so blessed, but Jack, the guitarists tech, was rooming with me. I slid my key in and shoved the door open, balancing my duffel bag when a heavenly sight slammed me in the face. Jack was there, taking his shirt off, obviously sick of the road dirt clinging to it. I did my best not to gape at his masculine chest, heaving as he yanked the dirty rag over his head.

I stumbled into the room and dumped my duffel on my bed. He turned around smiled and asked what I was planning to do tonight. I knew what I wanted, but I wasn't sure about him. Then he broke my heart. "How 'bout we all go to a strip joint?" He asked, pulling on a nice tight polo shirt.

"Fuck," I thought to myself, "There go my chances with him". Well at least I'd get to be with a half dozen horny fucks as they ogled at tits all night long. Who knows what might happen? So I agreed to go along. Apparently the boys had been saving up their per diem to slip up these girls thongs, so before long our little table had half the house girls prancing around us like hawks. Of course I knew that half these women were lesbians, so their charms were pretty hollow to begin with, but the guys lapped it up. Soon I was treated to stiff pricks in tight jeans all around. I was starting to get really horny, not to mention drunk on Heineken, when a particularly endowed red head started to give what could only be described as a lap dance. I endured it nonchalantly, just to keep up appearances. But Jack had noticed, and in his loud drunken voice bellowed, "Jesus, are you fucking blind? Don't tell me that ain't getting to ya?" I played it cool and gave the girl a flirting look. She came on to me like wildfire, hoping to get me hot. But I just sat there. "You know, girls have done a lot more than this to get me hot honey. Maybe this just isn't your night" She huffed away in a storm and Jack and the other guys burst out laughing. "Damn, you're a strong bastard, buddy. Drink up!" Jack gushed at me. I winked back at him and started to wonder at the possibilities.

We stumbled back to our rooms at about 3 in the morning. Drunk bastards, we tumbled into our beds, our heads swimming with more than a few beers. Jack was moaning on his bed, grabbing at his crotch. "God damn, fucking son of a bitch, I'm horny." He groaned, lying on his bed, eyes shut. I could sympathize with how he felt. "Must ache like a son of a bitch" I thought. I was not far from being that way too, and I knew I had to get Jack one way or another. I was drunk enough to try too.

"Man, you gave that bitch the cold shoulder like she wasn't even touching you, you must have some tolerance built up. You must be dynamite in bed. I wish I could do that."

"What the fuck do you mean by that?"

"I mean you must last for fucking ever"

Alright, that was enough. I flipped through the phone book and noticed a dozen or more pages of `male entertainers'. Jackpot, I thought. "Hey Jack, what you say we get ourselves a hooker?" Jack was quiet a moment, "You mean here? Together in the room?"

"Why the fuck not? I'm horny, you're horny. We need it man"

"I guess so."

"I'll call"

I made the call to a promising looking male `striper' service. I asked for a tall blonde, and Jack squirmed in his bed, sweaty and dull from the alcohol. I'm sure he hadn't the faintest idea that I was getting a guy. I said it would be 30 minutes, and Jack groaned. "I don't' know if I can wait that long man--" He started to jack himself off through his pants. I wasn't about to let him waste his spunk on himself, the selfish bastard, so I brought out my secret stock of Bourbon.

"Hey bud, this'll get you through the next half hour."

"I don't know if I can take any more--"

He faltered, but I wanted him good and drunk when the entertainment arrived.

"Oh come on, you fucking pussy. Drink with me." I poured him a hell of a stiff one, and he downed the thing, coughed a might and sank back into his pillows. "Aw ya, much fucking better"

We waited a scant 15 minutes for the guy to show up. I heard a knock on the door and my heart skipped a beat. I was scared shitless, and almost decided against going for it, but I guess I was horny enough to do anything.

I got up and walked to the door. I opened it a crack, and I wasn't disappointed. Brad here (his name tattooed on his left tit) was a muscle boy. Not a particularly great face like Jack, but a healthy fuck none the less. He smiled at me and grabbed my crotch, sending it swelling like a river.

"Wait -- Not quite yet buddy. I have a friend in there. He likes to play straight. It's a game we do. You cool with that?"

"I'm cool. I like a little play now and again. So you guys into play rape?"

"Yeah, you could say that--"

My cock was starting to throb badly as we crept into the room. Jack lay there on the bed, his eyes closed, rubbing his big cock through his pants. "She here yet?"

Brad looked over at me quizzically, but I winked at him, and he grinned back.

"Yeah, here she is" Jack's eyes opened slowly, studying Brad, probably trying to bring him into focus. "Fuck dude, what the fuck is going on, this is a fucking guy!"

"Yeah man, you said you were horny as fuck, so I brought someone to help you out"

"Forget it dude, I ain't letting no fag touch me!" He tried to back away, but his head was swimming and he just reeled back into his pillows. "Please don't, get the fuck away" he mumbled. But Brad was just lost staring at Jack's pants, now tenting pretty large. I could see he was as hungry as I was. I saw Jack's dick limping, and in dismay, I pulled Brad off the bed and started to kiss him around the neck. Jack looked up from the bed disgustedly. I pulled off Brad's tank top and started to lick his nipples, glancing back and forth between these eraser hard lollipops and Jack's confused face.

Brad was moaning in delight, and I started to make my way lower, pulling loose the ties on his drawstring pants. The little fuck, he wasn't even wearing any underwear, and his medium sized cock plopped out at my face as I pulled the pants loose. I licked it for a moment, then went down on it with gusto. Brad was panting and moaning in pleasure. He grabbed my hair and started to grunt through his clenched teeth in time with his thrusts into my mouth. I looked over and saw Jack's dick start to stir in his pants. I gave Brad's dick a little nibble and he yelped in surprised delight, renewing his fucking movements with new vigor. Jack had moved his hand over his cock and had given it a discreet little rub.

Brad was starting to wear out, his moans growing shorter and much closer together. I started to finger his asshole, in preparation for the next show. Brad gave out more surprised moans of pleasure as I stuck in one, two then three fingers in his tight little ass. He gave out a long sigh as he emptied his balls into my mouth, taking a deep breath and holding it, his back arched in ecstasy. I pulled away from his cock, to give Jack a full view of the fire works. I pumped the last of Brad's jism from him then bent him over and started to lick his ass. Jack had by this time consciously or not started to rub his prick through his pants again, the pants tenting to their former glory.

I knew I had the adonis when I saw this. It was just a matter of driving him over the edge. I dropped my pants and withdrew my sizeable penis, aching with the last hour of neglect, and jammed it without much warning into Brad's ass. Brad hissed between his teeth, but like the professional he was, he just knelt there and took it. I began to pump, getting really hot. I positioned Brad over Jack's bed to give Jack a better view, then started getting lost in the passion of fucking this tight little muscle butt.

I came minutes later, pumping my jism into his ass, noting with pleasure the longing look on Jack's face as I too arched my back in pleasure. I licked my lips, caught Brad's eye, then glanced over to Jack. Brad nodded and we both started to lick Brad all over his body. Jack started to thrash, but we both held him down tight. Not very difficult considering how drunk he was. We peeled off his clothes as we went, Brad taking the left, me the right. We got to his pants, and I undid them slowly, massaging his prick as I went. He struggled violently, but we held him down with our combined weight.

"Fuck you faggots. Get your nasty ass tongues the fuck off of me."

We ignored him and continued our feast. His golden fur tickling our tongues. I finally decided to start on the entree and downed his entire prick (large as it was) into my mouth. He bucked like a mad bronco, his back arching in what would appear to be unbearable agony.

"Get the fuck off me you fagot"

I continued to work his cock over, while Brad was starting to get hot again and jacked himself off as he stroked Jack's firm pecks. Jack was starting to give in to lust, and his pelvis made guilty little pleasure strokes against the insides of my mouth. I got up and had brad eat my ass out for a while, over Jack's face, as he continued to struggle in his drunken stupor, trying vainly to get free. I decided to end his misery and gently guided his dick up my slathered asshole.

He let out a little shudder and started to buck.

"This is fucking wrong, ah -- ohh -- shit -- I shouldn't be doing this. Fuck you--. ahhhh--. Hss--. Oh--"

He was obviously getting close and as I stopped my pumping action, letting him do the work, I started to jack my self off again. Brad stopped me though, putting his lips on my cock, sucking me off.

Jack gave out a pitiful moan and came in my ass, I shot my first shot in Brad's mouth, hastily yanking my penis out and jacking it off onto Jack's pecks. Brad followed suit and splayed all over Jack's abs. I collapsed on Jack's warm broad body, sighing relief.

A short while later I got up and paid Brad his fee for tonight's sport and sent him off. I was so content though, I fell asleep barely seconds after hitting my pillow.

The next day, Jack woke up not really remembering anything. I really didn't want to tell him anyway. One fag on a tour is plenty. Less sharing. Hehe.

THE END

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