Once the shaggy looking roadies had finished setting up, the lights went down and the entire place took a deep breath. The drummer came out first and sat behind his kit in silence. Then the bassist and two guitarists did the same. All the while, we looked on in awe. Three crashes of the cymbal smashed the silence and the horde of bodies surged forwards. Dry ice ebbed from the stage that was not even a metre from us. The other members of the band joined in forming the backing to “In my Veins.” That’s when he walked out, blue beams highlighted his perfect body as he began to belt out the lyrics. I couldn’t believe how many people in the room loved these men as much as we did. Every word he sang was accompanied by a thousand or so other voices. I thought I was going to melt.
The sweat that dripped from his perfectly smooth brow and plastered his glossy black locks to his face only enhanced the visual sexuality of the man who was screaming into the microphone. He was even more beautiful in real life. His hazel eyes glittered like nuggets of gold in the beams of the LED lasers. The girls and I screamed when partway through the show Brad peeled his soaking wet T-shirt from his muscled torso and flung it carelessly into the mob. Within minutes, the garment had been shredded to bits by a million grabbing hands (unfortunately, I wasn’t near enough to swipe a piece) and the American just laughed at the sight, flashing his pearly teeth.
“Oh you like that, do you?” He taunted us. “What, you want a piece of this?” He slid a long slender hand over one of his distended powder pink nipples and down the glistening valley in the middle of his rock hard abdomen stopping with a black-nailed thumb hooked into his buckle.
Having come onto the stage bare footed, he now stood in just his patent leather trousers which left little to the imagination. Slug low, they revealed a tattoo of purple and black flames licking up towards his naval from beneath the impossibly tight waistband. The gyrating of his hips sent shivers down my spine and straight to my groin area. An ear splitting guitar solo filled the room from Nicole’s preferred guy and Brad used that time to vault down of the stage and over to us, the public. He high fived some fans jovially on his journey along the front row.
My heart beat wildly when he came towards me. Random hands, like claws, brushed past every part of me trying to grab at him. Those soulful brass eyes were looking directly at me. Suddenly, he hopped up onto the silvery railing so his body was now in line with mine; the cold hard steel was the only thing hiding my straining cock from the pretty boy I was now chest to chest with. It was quite possibly one of the most surreal moments of my life. It was like a dream only the elbows that were now jabbing furiously in my back were really quite painful.
He smelt of fresh perspiration and whisky. I watched astonished as he didn’t even flinch as fingers from all directions dug into his tight shoulders and bulging biceps, leaving scratches and bruises almost immediately. Without warning, his arm that wasn’t grasping the gate snaked around the back of my neck and he took a handful of my hair.
He pulled my face towards his and pressed his burning forehead against mine. The microphone was between our mouths and he was singing again, singing to me, the intensity of his stare nearly enough to cause me faint. The throng of mainly females around me became even more frenzied, shrieks piercing my ear drums. I almost whimpered when the front man let me loose with a light shove against my chest and hurdled back to join his band.
I gasped audibly when his hot wet tongue lapped at my helmet. Now that I was unaccustomed to. Running my fingers through his silken locks, I tried to breathe evenly as the new pleasure overloaded my senses. After a few swirls around the end that was pointing at him, he slid his tongue up and down my rod of hard flesh, only stopping and returning to the end when his nose touched the dark curling hair around the base of my sex. Then he sucked the round head into his mouth and glided along the length, taking my full length into the steaming hot cavern. Shivers ran down my spine as he pumped his neck back and forth, hollowing his cheeks as he did so. I took fists full of his long hair and fucked his face in a fashion I’d only witnessed in pornos.
“Oh fuck…” I muttered to the ceiling.
Knowing it would all be over too soon if he didn’t slow down, I placed my hands on his bulging shoulders and gently pushed him away. Immediately, I felt bereft as my substantial erection left his throat with a disconcerting slurping sound. His wide dark eyes glistened in the low light as he peered up at me from his lower position. He was the most exquisite human being I’d ever had the pleasure to lay my eyes (and other body parts) on. Somehow, even though he was more than occupied, he’d manage to remove his own trainers without my noticing. I had an idea. Untying my headband, I held it up before him, twisting the material around my fingers teasingly. Hunger flashed in his eyes before I covered them with the patterned strip, knotting it at the back of his head.
The muscular guy lent back on his elbows, his solid abs rippling as he hitched his hips slightly off the bed so I could wrench his PVC trousers down. Excitement buzzed through me when his lengthy dick jumped free. I was surprised, but not unpleasantly so, to see he was completely hairless, but my suspicions of him not wearing any pants were confirmed. I ran my hands up his tensed thighs, pinning him down with my body weight. I straddled his narrow hips relishing the feeling of his body warmth between my legs. Our engorged cocks slid deliciously against one another as I hunched forwards and pulled him into a wet kiss. Taking his thick phallus in my fist I began to pump and did the same to my own with my free hand. His was a little larger than my own and more pink.
“Ryan…” he breathed. “Oh God, Ryan, fuck me.”
I reached over to the small cabinet at the side of the bed and grabbed at a small bottle of lube and a condom (he’d mentioned he always kept “emergency supplies” when we were chatting in the club previously). I ripped the gold wrapper in half, his head jerked, clearly recognising the sound. I slid the clear rubber cover over my cock and squirted some of the cold slime into my palm. I ran it up and down my aching erection. Spreading his tattooed thighs, I poured more lube onto my first two fingers. Rubbing one gently around his ring, he whimpered a little and flung his head back as I pushed my index finger in up to the knuckle and pulled it back out, I repeated, each time probing a little deeper inside of the American. Adding a second finger, I felt him tense considerably.
“Relax…” I whispered to him, massaging his tight but weighty balls. They were so smooth.
Jabbing my digits slowly in, I began a scissoring motion to help his entrance open a little. All the while he moaned, writhed around in the fresh floral sheets calling my name. Hoisting his knees up, I dragged Brad down the bed so his arse was hanging off the end, I positioned myself between them and aimed my dick at his puckered anus. I drove into him with one easy movement and waited a second whilst he adjusted to having my length inside of him. He was so tight I thought I might shoot my load right there and then. His entire naked body glimmered with a fine sheen of sweat.
“Shit! Ryan,” he called, digging his fingers into my hips enough that I knew it would leave a mark. I didn’t care.
I began a steady in and out motion, gathering pace, egged on by the erotic sounds that were coming from my partner. He gripped tightly to his own neglected cock and jerked it in time with my movements.