Ryan and krieg (m/m exhibition/voyeur)

[deano-uk]

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Bad picture, but what I see Ryan as looking like. kicked back on an old sofa.

Oh fuck yeah, he could fuck Me or me him any day. Lol

 

[deano-uk]

wow I can’t believe I’ve got to the end. Brian I need more of this hot story fella, it’s been my regular ready, it’s mega hot, you are a great writer !!

 

[Brian S]

Ryan -

It's been way too long since I was alone with my own thoughts. Especially on a Friday night! Goddamn, I think back over the last few months and just think...what the fuck? But...in a good way. A very good way if I'm being honest. Am I just gay now? Sure as shit seems like it. Been fucking guys left and right, new ones, old ones...

I really like fucking men. I mean, that much is clearly obvious. But it makes me feel like I'm finally, finally in control of my own sex life. Finally being who I was maybe supposed to be all along. I don't even think of women anymore. That surprises me. It's not a bad thing, I don't care, but it still surprises me. Am I disgusted with women? No, not necessarily. I just...man I thought a few months ago that I didn't have much interest in women...little did I know...

And do I miss it? Fuck no. And why would I? I got plenty to choose from. Camden and Jackson's tight little asses. Dustin's beefy, manly ass. That man can take a fucking pounding. He loves it. Hell I can fuck around with about any guy off grindr and not have to feel bad about it. Guess I...guess I've practically become Patrick.

Now there's a name I think of less and less as time goes on. I just wonder how he's doing, though. Surely we're fucking some of the same men. That's weird to think about. Wish things would have...would have gone differently with him. I couldn't fucking help it at the time though. It's not my fault I was confused, just figuring things out, didn't know what I wanted. He could have been more understanding. Just because I let Krieg fuck me before I let him fuck me. Where'd that morality all of a sudden come from? Fuck, at the time, he probably could have been second. I know he was hoping for first, but shit...again, not my fault. I certainly didn't expect for things to go the way they did with Krieg.

Course that's another regret. Well...not so much a regret as...I dunno...just wondering what went so wrong so quick with him? One night he's fucking me, next day he won't talk to me. Eh...just another name of a guy I used to know, I guess. Still, kinda wonder what he's up to. Kinda wonder how his band's turning out. Despite how he treated me those final days we knew each other, I still hope he's doing well. Guess that's the good guy in me.

I wonder what Trey's up to as well. Damn, that was some good sex. Still think about it after all these months. Sneaking off in the middle of the night at that nudist camp...walking down the path...around the bend. We just knew it was going to happen. Hell, he brought lube and a rubber with him! Soon as we were out of sight, our lips locked and I grabbed that big black cock in my hand. Took hardly any effort to get him hard, I remember. Course, same could be said about me. I loved sucking that dick. Just so much of it to suck! Then of course he sucked mine, and before I knew it, I had my cock buried up his ass! Damn, that was fun! So secretive...we woulda been kicked out and banned for life on the spot if we'd been caught! Fucking beautiful night, too. Stars shining down on us, absolutely still summer night. God, I fucked him hard. It was the secrecy, the immediacy, and the outdoor setting. I came so fucking hard in that condom! Course, I reached around and jerked that magnificent cock off too. If there was ever a guy I'd like a repeat performance with, it'd be Trey.

Truth be told...I'm getting kind of bored here. I like living here, though. But as much fun as my regular fucks are, it's...it's getting boring. I'd like some new guys. The gay pool around here isn't that big; I feel like I've fucked around with all of them! I've been resisting this because it seems so...odd...but I think maybe I need to take a little trip somewhere. Kansas City maybe. Denver? Just to maybe have a wild weekend...fuck some guys...have some new experiences. Man, I can't believe I'm considering that. On so many levels that just don't seem like me. But I'm comfortable with myself, and it's time that I really embrace it and go for it. I spent three decades living a lie, hating my marriage. Think it might be time to make up for it.

 

[sohoguy]

Thank you! And welcome back! I’m so glad you picked up again with these characters—I can only hope it’s the first of many more new episodes.

 

[Brian S]

Dog lubed his small but aggressively hard cock, and proceeded to lube the fan's ass. This nameless fan, bent over for him. His pants and underwear down, shirt slightly lifted. This cute boy's ass was smooth and round; it looked virtually untouched. Though the fan's clothes were partially on and partially off, Dog was completely naked. Horny as hell, Dog guided his cock to the fan's ass, pushing his head against the tight hole.

Once his head penetrated, Dog growled with lust and the fan whimpered. Dog pushed his dick further in, further in, until it was buried firmly in the cute fan's ass. As Dog began to thrust, he held the boy's hips. He wasn't entirely sure why he selected this particular fan, but he ended up pleased that he did. The boy's ass was incredible; tight. Just moments before, the boy had privately informed Dog that he was a virgin, but that he wanted Dog to be his first. Once Dog heard that, there was no stopping him.

The boy leaned his forearms on a stool, while Dog stood behind him, fucking him in the ass. His pendulous balls swung to and fro, between his own thighs, smacking the boy on the ass. His grip was tight on the boy's hips as he thrust as hard as he could.

Krieg, also naked, crouched in front of the fan. He softly brushed the boy's dark, moppy hair out of his eyes; off his sweaty brow. The fan's piercing blue eyes met Krieg's gaze, and they seemed to be in utter lust, completely lost in the moment. Krieg brought his mic up to the boy's slack mouth, and at that moment, the fan's lustful whimpers broadcast over the sound system. His whines amplified, filling the seedy club as roughly 200 other fans looked on in utter amazement. The band was known for some shenanigans, but this? This was fucking off the charts.

Krieg stood, his cock half hard. He aimed his mic at Dog's mouth next, and his drummer's grunts and growls filled the onlookers' ears. They were flabbergasted. They were shocked. They were turned on. Their large LGBTQ following sure didn't care. Even the straight guys in the audience were the type of straight guys who didn't give a fuck. It was so fucking punk to them that it didn't matter.

Soon, with the mic near the boy's ass, the room filled with the slapping noises of Dog's hips slamming against the fan. As Krieg's dick grew to a full erection, on stage, in front of everyone, he tapped it lightly with the mic. Just because.

Lance and Dakota looked on, both naked, their cocks only partially hidden by their guitars. They knew two things: One was that Dog had said he'd fuck a fan on stage. The other was that Dog always kept his word.

By now, the band had been long playing into their sexuality on stage and in videos. Before, they played more into the "will they, won't they" aspect. But that time had long gone. Now, they embraced it. And why not? Their hardcore audience fucking ate it with a spoon. Krieg and Dog were such exhibitionists anyway... Lance and Dakota stepped up their game. Dakota, being the only actual gay man of the group, was more than content with this. He was model-hot, had a great body, and a nice dick. Why not show it off? It certainly got him laid. If anyone was hesitant about going full-tilt dirty, it was Lance. He at first worried about their image and that it would pigeonhole them. He never expressed that to any of his band mates, though. And as time went on, he learned to enjoy it, if not fully embrace it.

Krieg sat on the edge of the stage, his bare legs dangling into the crowd. His hard cock jutted out from his lap as he moved the mic from fan to fan, each of them yelling some words of encouragement, or pleading to get in on the action.

"Fuck him hard!" said one boy.

"Fuck me next!" said another.

A random girl with purple and green stripes dyed into her short hair plunged her mouth around Krieg's hard cock. He sat there, enjoying it, enjoying the adulation and the sex, while still passing the mic around.

"Dakota, show us your dick!"

Dakota shrugged and grinned, lifting his guitar to show off his cock, which only caused the crowd to cheer and catcall him even more.

"I want your balls in my mouth, Dog!" some girl screamed into the mic.

Some boy took over where the green and purple haired girl had left off. Damn, this boy can suck, Krieg thought. He pushed down on the boy's head, feeling the tongue ring sliding up and down the underside of his long shaft. At that moment, Krieg launched into an acapella version of "My Cock". His voice started out fine, but as he continued and as the boy kept sucking, Krieg's sounds began to falter. Moans crept in. He sounded shaky, but in the best way. He did his best to hit the notes of "My Cock", but as he got closer to orgasm, he was more and more off. He was breathy, moaning, pushing down on this absolute stranger's head as he got his cock sucked. Someone - not the boy - was fondling Krieg's balls. Other hands felt his thighs, his calves. A couple people reached up and touched his nipples, his pecs.

"Unh, I'm gonna cum!" Krieg moaned, directly into the mic. His breathy, guttural sounds filled the room as the crowd began chanting, "Cum! Cum! Cum!" And cum he did. The boy didn't stop. He didn't move his mouth. He took Krieg's load happily down his throat, as Krieg broadcast his orgasm over the sound system. His moans echoed, his grunts reverberated. 200 fucking people just heard him cum, and he was fucking living for it.

He hopped up, his cock still hard, remnants of his orgasm dripping off his head onto the stage. Dog was still fucking, but Krieg could tell he was close. He put the mic next to Dog's mouth, and within about 20 more seconds, the entire room now heard Dog have an orgasm. They cheered for him. They urged him on. From his angle, Dakota could see some random boy in the front row, cock out, jerking like a fiend. This was wild. Fucking wild.

The fan's six inch, pretty dick erupted practically the moment Dog reached around and grabbed it. He'd left his cock in the boy's ass, and now he could feel that same ass pulsing and clenching around his dick as the fan had an orgasm. His cum shot onto the stool, but mostly onto the stage.

Dog pulled out, unrolling his rubber and tying it off. Once the boy had dressed, Dog gave him a lustful but quick kiss and sent him on his way.

"How about a hand for him?" Krieg yelled into the mic, gesturing at the boy as he stepped back off the stage. The crowd went wild, applauding the boy for losing his virginity in front of them. None of them knew that per se, but that fan would never forget that moment.

"Ladies and gentlemen, and people in between...it has been a fucking pleasure to play for you tonight! We're Frot, signing out!" Krieg said. The crowd's cheers for the boy who got fucked turned into cheers for the band. All four of the boys were lined up, taking their bows naked. Dog whipped the condom he'd used around in the air like a lasso, or maybe a bola, and let it loose into the crowd. Some lucky fan would have a rubber full of his cum at their disposal.

 

[Brian S]

"I've never fucking heard them like that!" Dog exclaimed back stage, looking around as if that would help him hear the screams from the club.

"Well we've never fucking done anything like that!" Krieg exclaimed, a wide smile pasted across his face. With that, he bent over, short straw in hand, and sniffed up a quick bump. He continued drawing air into his nose as he stood, bringing his hand up to wipe his nostril. A sharp exhale followed, which was filled with an utterly contented purr from Krieg. "This is so much better than the last shit we had." he said.

"Agreed. We only get our shit from Hector from now on." Dog said, having saddled up next to Krieg. He too bent over for a line and within a few seconds, Lance and Dakota had followed suit.

"You know what we NEED to do?" Dog asked, rhetorically. "What we need is for YOU to fuck someone on stage." he added, batting at Krieg's soft cock. "Better yet, you need to get this hot little ass fucked." With that, Dog reached behind Krieg and his fingertips immediately pushed and tickled on Krieg's hole. His ass was sweaty from performing, which was something that Dog found a turn-on.

"I don't get fucked." Krieg said plainly. "If I did, and that's a big-ass IF, we'd have to save it for after we hit our peak. When shit starts going south again."

"Nothing but up from here on out, man!" Dog said, hopping about excitedly. "Dude! I fucked a boy on stage tonight! Can you fucking believe that shit?"

"Pays playing in shitty-ass, seedy, fucking clubs, doesn't it?" Dakota said, rubbing his teeth vigorously with his forefinger. "Well these two got off, so I guess it's you and me tonight." Dakota said, switching gears quickly, as he addressed Lance. "Jesus, looks like you're ready." Dakota laughed, groping Lance's erection.

Lance chuckled. "Yeah, I'm pretty fucking ready."

"You wanna fuck me right here?"

"Yeah I wanna fuck you right here. Right now." Lance said, urgently. The coke made everything urgent.

Dakota nabbed the lube bottle and hastily smeared some on his ass, handing it to Lance who then squirted some on his dick. They'd fucked dozens of times before, so it wasn't long at all before Lance had his hard cock up Dakota's ass. Dakota leaned over a table, and Lance stood behind him, fucking with the urgency that extreme horniness, adrenaline, and cocaine brought him. His hips slapped against Dakota's firm, beautiful ass cheeks. Krieg and Dog continued shooting the shit, relaxing with beers. They were both still so sweaty from the gig. And worn out. Maybe another bump would help.

A knock on the dressing room door told the boys someone was there. None of them had any time to react before the door opened, however. Dog finished his line and Lance kept fucking Dakota, even as Hector came in with a man in a suit. They all looked at the sharply dressed man, pushing 50 but in good shape. His salt and pepper hair was cut short and styled neatly. He cut a handsome figure, but nobody knew who he was.

"Guys," Hector started, "this is Mr. Pike."

"Please, call me Steven." the man said, hardly batting an eye at four naked boys, two of them fucking, or the copious amounts of coke on the table. "How would you boys like to get out of Chicago? Go on tour?"

 

[laptoper]

Ryan -

It's been way too long since I was alone with my own thoughts. Especially on a Friday night! Goddamn, I think back over the last few months and just think...what the fuck? But...in a good way. A very good way if I'm being honest. Am I just gay now? Sure as shit seems like it. Been fucking guys left and right, new ones, old ones...

I really like fucking men. I mean, that much is clearly obvious. But it makes me feel like I'm finally, finally in control of my own sex life. Finally being who I was maybe supposed to be all along. I don't even think of women anymore. That surprises me. It's not a bad thing, I don't care, but it still surprises me. Am I disgusted with women? No, not necessarily. I just...man I thought a few months ago that I didn't have much interest in women...little did I know...

And do I miss it? Fuck no. And why would I? I got plenty to choose from. Camden and Jackson's tight little asses. Dustin's beefy, manly ass. That man can take a fucking pounding. He loves it. Hell I can fuck around with about any guy off grindr and not have to feel bad about it. Guess I...guess I've practically become Patrick.

Now there's a name I think of less and less as time goes on. I just wonder how he's doing, though. Surely we're fucking some of the same men. That's weird to think about. Wish things would have...would have gone differently with him. I couldn't fucking help it at the time though. It's not my fault I was confused, just figuring things out, didn't know what I wanted. He could have been more understanding. Just because I let Krieg fuck me before I let him fuck me. Where'd that morality all of a sudden come from? Fuck, at the time, he probably could have been second. I know he was hoping for first, but shit...again, not my fault. I certainly didn't expect for things to go the way they did with Krieg.

Course that's another regret. Well...not so much a regret as...I dunno...just wondering what went so wrong so quick with him? One night he's fucking me, next day he won't talk to me. Eh...just another name of a guy I used to know, I guess. Still, kinda wonder what he's up to. Kinda wonder how his band's turning out. Despite how he treated me those final days we knew each other, I still hope he's doing well. Guess that's the good guy in me.

I wonder what Trey's up to as well. Damn, that was some good sex. Still think about it after all these months. Sneaking off in the middle of the night at that nudist camp...walking down the path...around the bend. We just knew it was going to happen. Hell, he brought lube and a rubber with him! Soon as we were out of sight, our lips locked and I grabbed that big black cock in my hand. Took hardly any effort to get him hard, I remember. Course, same could be said about me. I loved sucking that dick. Just so much of it to suck! Then of course he sucked mine, and before I knew it, I had my cock buried up his ass! Damn, that was fun! So secretive...we woulda been kicked out and banned for life on the spot if we'd been caught! Fucking beautiful night, too. Stars shining down on us, absolutely still summer night. God, I fucked him hard. It was the secrecy, the immediacy, and the outdoor setting. I came so fucking hard in that condom! Course, I reached around and jerked that magnificent cock off too. If there was ever a guy I'd like a repeat performance with, it'd be Trey.

Truth be told...I'm getting kind of bored here. I like living here, though. But as much fun as my regular fucks are, it's...it's getting boring. I'd like some new guys. The gay pool around here isn't that big; I feel like I've fucked around with all of them! I've been resisting this because it seems so...odd...but I think maybe I need to take a little trip somewhere. Kansas City maybe. Denver? Just to maybe have a wild weekend...fuck some guys...have some new experiences. Man, I can't believe I'm considering that. On so many levels that just don't seem like me. But I'm comfortable with myself, and it's time that I really embrace it and go for it. I spent three decades living a lie, hating my marriage. Think it might be time to make up for it.

So great to have you back to this story, was my fav, and first stop every morning after starting my computer. Looking for ward to more fun!

 

[laptoper]

So, are we going to get to the crux of the matter ie. Ryan and Kreig. Will it be a long slow build up, reintroducing all the other characters, like the beautiful Brighton, cock slut that he is. Or perhaps this will finish soon, fulfilling the already given teaser of Kreig getting fucked on stage.

Perhaps while he is grudge fucking Patrick on stage, he spots Ryan in the crowd who is incredulously watching Patrick take Kreigs thick long cock. Kreig feels all that old confusion around having fucked Ryan and also quite some guilt at how he subsequently treated him, but is so deep in his lusty exhibitionist display, that he motions Ryan onto the stage and while half apologising tells Ryan to sandwich him while he is still balls deep in Patrick willing ass. Lol

 

[william1]

wow, can't believe we have got this story back, thanks so much Brian, this is just the best story on here, don't go missing again please ! xx

 

[birchde]

Thanks for posting more.

 

[deano-uk]

I am so pleased you’ve continued the story...I like some of the ideas suggested above by laptoper

 

[Brian S]

Hey everyone! Thank you for all the kind words about my return! It means so much to me that anyone is following this still after such an absence! I know I don't HAVE to talk about why I've been gone, but I want to. Plus, I'm bored at work, and being at work isn't very conducive to writing an actual update. Particularly since I'm usually edging the fuck outta myself when I write. LMAO! So I figured I'd talk about my absence at least, even though it's not salacious or dramatic.

Basically, I've been writing. Just not writing this. I've wanted to be a writer for as long as I can remember. When I was younger, I wrote a series of 50+ short, comedic stories in the vein of The Simpsons or South Park. More South Park. LOL I wrote a movie once - it's terrible and it's short, and it's also VERY reminiscent of a Parker Posey movie, but I did write one. I wrote an anthology of really dark, macabre stories in the vein of Poe. I've dabbled with sci-fi. I wrote an ongoing fictional piece for a local business magazine. I currently have a dystopian future/robots/people with abilities book on my back burner. In short, I've always been an active writer, but also have not gotten anything published.

The only reason I figured out I may have a knack for adult, gay writing is because of my dystopian future novel. I found myself describing the hero a little TOO well. A little TOO sexually, for what I wanted that novel to be. I want it to be an adult novel, not YA, but at the same time I wrote a jack off scene for the hero that was WAYYYYYY overboard. So I started fucking around on the side and writing porn. I found out that I'm pretty good at it. Or...I'd like to think so. After getting so many compliments here with this ongoing tale, I decided to shelve my futuristic novel for the time being and focus on writing gay, adult fiction. It would be an absolute dream of mine to be able to write for a living, and I don't care if it's porn or a serious novel.

In researching Amazon for gay, adult content, I found many of the stories to be...bland. One in particular had the narrator hyping up the suitor's cock off and on for several chapters. In some convoluted fashion, his neighbor had seen his suitor's cock and told the narrator that it was huge. Which...already stretched the limits of credibility in the way it was handled. Anyway, the point is the narrator was excited to see it for himself, and to finally bed the guy. When it happened several chapters in (with no other sex or even nudity to tide us over in the meantime), HE SKIPPED IT! They were going to bed, them BAM the next chapter started with them waking up for the day. Like the writer completely skipped over the narrator actually seeing/experiencing the cock first hand, and skipped completely over their sex scene. I mean...what a fucking rip off. LMAO

I'm not here to trash on other self-published writers, (and I don't think I'm God's gift to writing), but I found two things lacking in most of the books I read: believability and eroticism. Even in unbelievable or fictional settings, believability can be gained by grounding your characters and following your own rules of the universe that you've established. (Look at Game of Thrones. If Daenerys was riding a dragon in the first episode, that could have been CHEESY AS FUCK. But GRRM and the show built up to it, and when she finally did ride Drogon, it felt natural and it felt triumphant that he was coming to save her.) A slow-burn payoff has always interested me more than getting what I hoped for up front and without fuss. That's the primary reason I started adding more characters to this in the first place - there had to be some sex and variety to keep everyone interested. If it had just been Ryan and Krieg, it would have gotten so stale. Cool, how many different ways can they peep and show off for each other? We had to check in on other people to pass the time and so there was more than just some dude peeping on another dude.

I'm really going off on tangents here, but...did I mention I'm bored? LOL Basically, I started writing a gay, adult book on the side. I updated a couple times here while still working on that, but eventually that book took precedence. I really didn't mean it to, but I had a goal in mind and I had the plot mapped out in my head. So it flowed very, very easily. I was thinking about it while writing this one - gasp! cheating on this story with another story. LMAO Then I found myself coming up with an idea for another story. Then another. I haven't finished any of them, but the first one is pretty damn close. So, in short, I slowly started paying more attention to my book. I really want to get it self-published and hopefully start making money doing what I love. (And stroking my fucking dick in the process, how cool is THAT job? LMAO) So like I said, it's nothing salacious or even that interesting - my interest simply slipped to something else. I've never written like this before, where I publish little bits here and there, and lock myself into decisions I've made.

Honestly? In a weird way, I'm glad I took a few months off from this. I know you guys aren't! LOL I say that because in theory, this could go on...well, forever. But I do want to close some loops and bring some amount of finality to certain situations and relationships within this story. I still have several big "events" that I'd been writing towards. But the reason I'm glad I accidentally took time away is because now it feels more natural that all the characters have progressed those months. As if real time has affected book time. I could jump Krieg's band's antics to a much more salacious level without having to slooooowly increase them. I could establish that Ryan has fucked Camden for some time, that a pattern has developed, without mentioning or describing every single time they fucked. I can still write it erotically, but after two characters are doing the same thing too often, it becomes repetitive. I don't know why but I just thought of Roxette's Greatest Hits album title, which is "Don't Bore Us, Get To The Chorus!" LOL And honestly that weird little sidebar to the camp with Garrett and Luke will probably be discarded. Or maybe picked up at a later time in a different story, once I come to some sort of closure here. Anything else I write here after this is eventually ended will be a continuation of the life of some character from this story. Anyway, I certainly didn't expect this explanation to go on as long as it has. As you all know, brevity is not my strong suit. LMAO! But seriously, thank you for sticking around.

 

[laptoper]

Hey everyone! Thank you for all the kind words about my return! It means so much to me that anyone is following this still after such an absence! I know I don't HAVE to talk about why I've been gone, but I want to. Plus, I'm bored at work, and being at work isn't very conducive to writing an actual update. Particularly since I'm usually edging the fuck outta myself when I write. LMAO! So I figured I'd talk about my absence at least, even though it's not salacious or dramatic.

Basically, I've been writing. Just not writing this. I've wanted to be a writer for as long as I can remember. When I was younger, I wrote a series of 50+ short, comedic stories in the vein of The Simpsons or South Park. More South Park. LOL I wrote a movie once - it's terrible and it's short, and it's also VERY reminiscent of a Parker Posey movie, but I did write one. I wrote an anthology of really dark, macabre stories in the vein of Poe. I've dabbled with sci-fi. I wrote an ongoing fictional piece for a local business magazine. I currently have a dystopian future/robots/people with abilities book on my back burner. In short, I've always been an active writer, but also have not gotten anything published.

The only reason I figured out I may have a knack for adult, gay writing is because of my dystopian future novel. I found myself describing the hero a little TOO well. A little TOO sexually, for what I wanted that novel to be. I want it to be an adult novel, not YA, but at the same time I wrote a jack off scene for the hero that was WAYYYYYY overboard. So I started fucking around on the side and writing porn. I found out that I'm pretty good at it. Or...I'd like to think so. After getting so many compliments here with this ongoing tale, I decided to shelve my futuristic novel for the time being and focus on writing gay, adult fiction. It would be an absolute dream of mine to be able to write for a living, and I don't care if it's porn or a serious novel.

In researching Amazon for gay, adult content, I found many of the stories to be...bland. One in particular had the narrator hyping up the suitor's cock off and on for several chapters. In some convoluted fashion, his neighbor had seen his suitor's cock and told the narrator that it was huge. Which...already stretched the limits of credibility in the way it was handled. Anyway, the point is the narrator was excited to see it for himself, and to finally bed the guy. When it happened several chapters in (with no other sex or even nudity to tide us over in the meantime), HE SKIPPED IT! They were going to bed, them BAM the next chapter started with them waking up for the day. Like the writer completely skipped over the narrator actually seeing/experiencing the cock first hand, and skipped completely over their sex scene. I mean...what a fucking rip off. LMAO

I'm not here to trash on other self-published writers, (and I don't think I'm God's gift to writing), but I found two things lacking in most of the books I read: believability and eroticism. Even in unbelievable or fictional settings, believability can be gained by grounding your characters and following your own rules of the universe that you've established. (Look at Game of Thrones. If Daenerys was riding a dragon in the first episode, that could have been CHEESY AS FUCK. But GRRM and the show built up to it, and when she finally did ride Drogon, it felt natural and it felt triumphant that he was coming to save her.) A slow-burn payoff has always interested me more than getting what I hoped for up front and without fuss. That's the primary reason I started adding more characters to this in the first place - there had to be some sex and variety to keep everyone interested. If it had just been Ryan and Krieg, it would have gotten so stale. Cool, how many different ways can they peep and show off for each other? We had to check in on other people to pass the time and so there was more than just some dude peeping on another dude.

I'm really going off on tangents here, but...did I mention I'm bored? LOL Basically, I started writing a gay, adult book on the side. I updated a couple times here while still working on that, but eventually that book took precedence. I really didn't mean it to, but I had a goal in mind and I had the plot mapped out in my head. So it flowed very, very easily. I was thinking about it while writing this one - gasp! cheating on this story with another story. LMAO Then I found myself coming up with an idea for another story. Then another. I haven't finished any of them, but the first one is pretty damn close. So, in short, I slowly started paying more attention to my book. I really want to get it self-published and hopefully start making money doing what I love. (And stroking my fucking dick in the process, how cool is THAT job? LMAO) So like I said, it's nothing salacious or even that interesting - my interest simply slipped to something else. I've never written like this before, where I publish little bits here and there, and lock myself into decisions I've made.

Honestly? In a weird way, I'm glad I took a few months off from this. I know you guys aren't! LOL I say that because in theory, this could go on...well, forever. But I do want to close some loops and bring some amount of finality to certain situations and relationships within this story. I still have several big "events" that I'd been writing towards. But the reason I'm glad I accidentally took time away is because now it feels more natural that all the characters have progressed those months. As if real time has affected book time. I could jump Krieg's band's antics to a much more salacious level without having to slooooowly increase them. I could establish that Ryan has fucked Camden for some time, that a pattern has developed, without mentioning or describing every single time they fucked. I can still write it erotically, but after two characters are doing the same thing too often, it becomes repetitive. I don't know why but I just thought of Roxette's Greatest Hits album title, which is "Don't Bore Us, Get To The Chorus!" LOL And honestly that weird little sidebar to the camp with Garrett and Luke will probably be discarded. Or maybe picked up at a later time in a different story, once I come to some sort of closure here. Anything else I write here after this is eventually ended will be a continuation of the life of some character from this story. Anyway, I certainly didn't expect this explanation to go on as long as it has. As you all know, brevity is not my strong suit. LMAO! But seriously, thank you for sticking around.

Thanks for that Brian. Will be very interesting to see said progression. Looking forward to it. Cheers

 

[deano-uk]

Hey everyone! Thank you for all the kind words about my return! It means so much to me that anyone is following this still after such an absence! I know I don't HAVE to talk about why I've been gone, but I want to. Plus, I'm bored at work, and being at work isn't very conducive to writing an actual update. Particularly since I'm usually edging the fuck outta myself when I write. LMAO! So I figured I'd talk about my absence at least, even though it's not salacious or dramatic.

Basically, I've been writing. Just not writing this. I've wanted to be a writer for as long as I can remember. When I was younger, I wrote a series of 50+ short, comedic stories in the vein of The Simpsons or South Park. More South Park. LOL I wrote a movie once - it's terrible and it's short, and it's also VERY reminiscent of a Parker Posey movie, but I did write one. I wrote an anthology of really dark, macabre stories in the vein of Poe. I've dabbled with sci-fi. I wrote an ongoing fictional piece for a local business magazine. I currently have a dystopian future/robots/people with abilities book on my back burner. In short, I've always been an active writer, but also have not gotten anything published.

The only reason I figured out I may have a knack for adult, gay writing is because of my dystopian future novel. I found myself describing the hero a little TOO well. A little TOO sexually, for what I wanted that novel to be. I want it to be an adult novel, not YA, but at the same time I wrote a jack off scene for the hero that was WAYYYYYY overboard. So I started fucking around on the side and writing porn. I found out that I'm pretty good at it. Or...I'd like to think so. After getting so many compliments here with this ongoing tale, I decided to shelve my futuristic novel for the time being and focus on writing gay, adult fiction. It would be an absolute dream of mine to be able to write for a living, and I don't care if it's porn or a serious novel.

In researching Amazon for gay, adult content, I found many of the stories to be...bland. One in particular had the narrator hyping up the suitor's cock off and on for several chapters. In some convoluted fashion, his neighbor had seen his suitor's cock and told the narrator that it was huge. Which...already stretched the limits of credibility in the way it was handled. Anyway, the point is the narrator was excited to see it for himself, and to finally bed the guy. When it happened several chapters in (with no other sex or even nudity to tide us over in the meantime), HE SKIPPED IT! They were going to bed, them BAM the next chapter started with them waking up for the day. Like the writer completely skipped over the narrator actually seeing/experiencing the cock first hand, and skipped completely over their sex scene. I mean...what a fucking rip off. LMAO

I'm not here to trash on other self-published writers, (and I don't think I'm God's gift to writing), but I found two things lacking in most of the books I read: believability and eroticism. Even in unbelievable or fictional settings, believability can be gained by grounding your characters and following your own rules of the universe that you've established. (Look at Game of Thrones. If Daenerys was riding a dragon in the first episode, that could have been CHEESY AS FUCK. But GRRM and the show built up to it, and when she finally did ride Drogon, it felt natural and it felt triumphant that he was coming to save her.) A slow-burn payoff has always interested me more than getting what I hoped for up front and without fuss. That's the primary reason I started adding more characters to this in the first place - there had to be some sex and variety to keep everyone interested. If it had just been Ryan and Krieg, it would have gotten so stale. Cool, how many different ways can they peep and show off for each other? We had to check in on other people to pass the time and so there was more than just some dude peeping on another dude.

I'm really going off on tangents here, but...did I mention I'm bored? LOL Basically, I started writing a gay, adult book on the side. I updated a couple times here while still working on that, but eventually that book took precedence. I really didn't mean it to, but I had a goal in mind and I had the plot mapped out in my head. So it flowed very, very easily. I was thinking about it while writing this one - gasp! cheating on this story with another story. LMAO Then I found myself coming up with an idea for another story. Then another. I haven't finished any of them, but the first one is pretty damn close. So, in short, I slowly started paying more attention to my book. I really want to get it self-published and hopefully start making money doing what I love. (And stroking my fucking dick in the process, how cool is THAT job? LMAO) So like I said, it's nothing salacious or even that interesting - my interest simply slipped to something else. I've never written like this before, where I publish little bits here and there, and lock myself into decisions I've made.

Honestly? In a weird way, I'm glad I took a few months off from this. I know you guys aren't! LOL I say that because in theory, this could go on...well, forever. But I do want to close some loops and bring some amount of finality to certain situations and relationships within this story. I still have several big "events" that I'd been writing towards. But the reason I'm glad I accidentally took time away is because now it feels more natural that all the characters have progressed those months. As if real time has affected book time. I could jump Krieg's band's antics to a much more salacious level without having to slooooowly increase them. I could establish that Ryan has fucked Camden for some time, that a pattern has developed, without mentioning or describing every single time they fucked. I can still write it erotically, but after two characters are doing the same thing too often, it becomes repetitive. I don't know why but I just thought of Roxette's Greatest Hits album title, which is "Don't Bore Us, Get To The Chorus!" LOL And honestly that weird little sidebar to the camp with Garrett and Luke will probably be discarded. Or maybe picked up at a later time in a different story, once I come to some sort of closure here. Anything else I write here after this is eventually ended will be a continuation of the life of some character from this story. Anyway, I certainly didn't expect this explanation to go on as long as it has. As you all know, brevity is not my strong suit. LMAO! But seriously, thank you for sticking around.

Brian if you publish, please make them available on kindle, I love a good read of hot horny gay stories especially on holiday, just have to hide my hardon when laying by the pool reading lol. Please post when you publish the details I will certainly by the kindle version of your book if it’s anything like this story

 

[PeteFree]

Brian the difference I found between your writing and the rest that I have read on literotica and the such is that I started to believe and get enveloped in the characters like a soap opera. Simply put I’ve started to care about them. And be titulated by them! I think I speak for many of us that we’ve lost a load or two over your story. You have the rare ability to keep us hooked. I can’t wait to read and edge to more!

 

[godard]

Your return has been the highlight of my week--and it took me by surprise, which made it all the better!

 

[Brian S]

With lube in his hand, Zack reached down and grabbed his hard cock. He let out an involuntary sigh as he did, and felt his dick throb. He began to slowly stroke himself, eager to have a thorough, extended bate session. His laptop sat open on the coffee table, playing a MMF threesome scene in fullscreen. Moments like this were the only times he used his actual mouse instead of the tracking pad. He could sit back and control the porn without having to hunch forward; the mouse resting on his naked right thigh. Of course he'd have to move it before he came, but he wasn't planning on cumming any time soon.

Zack watched as the two men on screen worked over the woman - one fucking her from behind, the other fucking her mouth. Her large tits, hanging there, jiggled and bounced with each thrust. He could hear the sounds of the man's hips slapping against her ass, and her wild, lustful moans, stifled by the other man's cock. Zack stroked own cock slowly, deliberately, the only thing in view between him and his laptop screen. He occasionally shifted his focus to his own dick, watching his own hand slide up and down it. His left hand began to explore; at first rubbing his own abs, then his pecs. He fiddled with his nipple a bit before sliding his hand down and underneath his cock to fondle his balls.

Zack took a sort of odd pleasure in jacking off in the living room. Even though Ian was never home when Zack did this, he still felt naughty about it. As if he had his own little secret. Zack certainly could beat off in the bathroom or in the privacy of his own room - and he did - but he liked being out in the open for his extended sessions. There was something...daring about it. He wondered if Ian ever jacked off in the living room. Probably, he figured. In a weird way, he kind of hoped Ian did. It would normalize his own behavior if Ian was doing it too.

As he continued to stroke himself, Zack thought back about visiting that nudist camp, and how he and Ian had essentially jerked off together. Well...not "essentially", they DID jerk off together. More than once. He still hadn't told Ian about getting his dick sucked either, and he didn't necessarily think he needed to. Zack desperately wanted to go back to that nudist camp; in fact, he'd all but normalized being naked around the house since then. Ian wasn't participating in the nudity as much as he was, but he did occasionally, and did hang out in his boxerbriefs a lot. Zack had long ago decided that he didn't mind if they were naked around the house. They'd shared so much together - the nudist camp, jacking off at the nudist camp, DPing Kassie - that simple nudity was an absolute non-issue to him. It had, at first, felt weird to Zack to be just casually naked at home, but he soon grew out of the awkward phase of it. He thoroughly enjoyed it, and in fact he felt a sort of weird, almost perverse pleasure in being naked around his buddy. It felt great to flip the bird to society's standards and spit in the face of how boys are "supposed" to act around each other. Any time Zack did feel odd about it, he just thought back to rubbing his cock against Ian's cock - inside Kassie, to be sure, but still. Their balls had nudged, repeatedly. They came in front of each other. Seems as though showing his dick to Ian was tame in comparison.

Zack had stumbled upon a series of threesome videos, which were his favorite thing to watch those days. Typically, the men didn't interact in them, but he didn't mind when they did. In fact, Zack often closed his eyes and switched to real-world experience, thinking of the times he and Ian had fucked Kassie together. He thought of her, how great her pussy had felt. The noises she made. How perfect her tits were. But those memories were also inextricably linked to Ian. There was no way to untangle Ian's role and presence in the threesome from his thoughts of Kassie. And so be it - that was part of what made it so great, anyway. He couldn't help but recall the sensation of Ian's cock against his, inside her. He remembered the way their balls touched, and the face and sounds Ian made when he was cumming.

This day, Zack found himself pushing those thoughts a bit further than normal, partially in thanks to the new porn that had started. It was a MMF threesome, like they all were, but the men were interacting even more. The girl was sitting on one of their faces, and that guy was getting blown by the other guy. Zack barely realized he was stroking to images of one man sucking another man's dick. He just jerked himself, slack-jawed, watching the scene unfold. He was slightly aware that at points, with the woman out of frame, he was essentially watching gay porn, but he also had come to accept that that was sometimes par for the course in videos like this. Without fully realizing it, Zack had made up his mind that if Ian wanted to suck his dick in the context of a threesome with a girl, Zack wouldn't actually care that much. It wasn't something he dwelled on, but his subconscious sort of accepted that fact and packed it away.

One video gave way to another, which eventually gave way to another, and so on. Zack edged his cock, shiny from lube and throbbing hard. He loved reaching this point, this point of no return of sorts. Not a point of no return from cumming, but a point of no return from being soft. After edging for long enough, there was no way his cock was going to go quietly down if he didn't cum. One time while doing this, Zack had paused to make a sandwich, taking about 15 minutes off in total from edging. His cock didn't waver a bit the entire time; it stayed rock hard, jutting out from his nude body as it wagged to and fro. When he was done with his sandwich that day, he simply sat back down and resumed.

As often happened without any course-correction from Zack, the videos slowly started going off on their own tangents, not always focusing on MMF threesomes. A MFF threesome played across his screen, as well as a simple fuck vid. He finally used that mouse that sat idle on his naked thigh to switch to cam 4, hoping to see some amateur couples fucking.

 

[Brian S]

Krieg stroked his hard cock feverishly, as Hector's camera panned up it, starting from his bouncing balls to slowly pan up the shaft. Hector backed off a bit, showing a wider shot of Krieg manipulating his big dick. Soon, Krieg began to cum, shooting his load up his chest, onto his own face, and beyond. It was the perfect cumshot to capture on film. The rest of the band sat by, naked, already having gotten off. They watched Krieg cum all over himself, and soon that was a wrap on their video for "Circle Jerk". It was, as you can imagine, just the four boys beating off together, cumshots included. Hector would eventually edit it down to fit the runtime of the song, but for now he essentially had four jack off videos on his camera.

The boys didn't care that they were essentially producing porn for their music videos; in fact, they loved it. That was part of their aesthetic, part of their schtick. They wanted to push the boundaries of what any band had done before, and they were succeeding in that task. They wanted their fangirls to rub their pussies, they wanted their gay boy fans to jack off to their videos. That was the whole point.

Hector had been filming them while naked himself, and his uncut cock was hard as hell; it had been for some time. After doing a bump, Dog simply, without preamble, knelt down to suck Hector off. That was how sex was for them anymore; casual and without warning. They all had done everything there was to do with one another, except that nobody had fucked Krieg yet. They all wanted to, Hector included, but they also respected his boundaries. They also respected that it could be a card to play later on, with Krieg FINALLY getting his ass fucked. As Dog eagerly sucked on Hector's cock, Krieg approached the coke mirror and gave himself a pick-me-up.

"Steven wants us to tour." he said, simply, as he sniffled and scrunched his nose up.

"Yeah, don't we have a meeting with him soon?" Lance asked.

"With me, yeah." Krieg said. "Tomorrow."

"With just you?" Dakota asked.

"I guess. You guys can come too if you want, but Steven said he wanted to see me."

"Did he specify JUST you?" Lance asked, rubbing the inside of his teeth with his tongue, quickly.

"I guess, yeah. He told me to come to his office." Krieg shrugged.

"Don't you think we should all be there to talk about touring?" Dakota asked.

"Yeah it's fine with me, guys. I think it was just, like, preliminary or something." Krieg shrugged.

"Ungh, I'm gonna cum!" Hector announced. He soon began shooting down Dog's eager throat, a scene which barely registered for the other three boys. They were so used to all this by now, that it had become de rigueur.

"What's the matter?" Krieg asked Lance. "You look...sad or something."

"It's just...fuck, everything's going really well for us but at the same time...I dunno." Lance replied.

"At the same time what?" Krieg wondered.

"I dunno, it's just...we just shot a fucking circle jerk video...we fuck people on stage now...put our nudes in the liner notes to our album..."

"We've always been a dirty band, man." Krieg pointed out.

"I know, I know. But before it was like...suggestive. It was monumental for you to get your dick out during "My Cock" and now we just take the stage naked. Dog's fucking pissed on the audience. We've all fucking nutted on stage in front of the crowd. It's just...it's not coy or suggestive anymore, it's just...fucking sex now."

"Sex sells, man." Dakota pointed out. "Our audience is fucking eating this up. That's kinda the whole point. They like seeing us do crazy, ballsy shit, and we like providing it for 'em."

"And what happens when there's no more crazy, ballsy shit to show them?" Lance asked. "We're just a bunch of gay boys with weak songs showing off our dicks."

"Shit, I'm sorry my songs are so weak, man." Krieg said.

At the exact same time, Dog replied with, "I'm not gay."

"When was the last time you had sex with a girl?" Lance asked Dog.

"So my songs are weak?" Krieg asked, drawing the focus back to him.

"They're not WEAK, they're just...direct. There's no metaphor or clever turns of phrase, or..."

"Oh, metaphors!" Krieg replied sarcastically. He turned to look at the other boys in the room one by one as he said, "We need metaphors now, guys, did you know that? Here I thought we were succeeding on tight, simple punk songs and showing off our dicks. But I guess I can write a fucking poem for ya."

"That's not what I'm getting at, it's just-"

"Nah, nah. I'll be the next fucking Emily Dickinson."

"Ha, Dick in son." Dog chuckled in the back ground.

"I'll write a fucking twenty minute fucking, sweeping, fucking epic about goddamn sunflowers in the fucking meadow and how it relates to my fucking childhood, is that what you fucking want?" Krieg asked, no longer holding his anger back.

"Oh fuck off, Krieg. Jesus Christ, you can't accept any amount of fucking criticism, can you?" Lance asked, as he stomped over to his pile of clothes.

"I'm sorry, we're FINALLY gaining traction here. Finally going on tour, finally have a fucking album out, our own website, where our videos are practically going fucking viral, but sure, let's switch direction."

"They're only going viral because we're fucking jerking off and shit. Nobody give a fuck about our music, they just wanna see our cocks. Wanna see us fucking blow each other." Lance said, pulling on his underwear.

"Where are you going?" Dakota asked.

"Where ever the fuck I want. Away from here. I need a fucking minute."

"Sure, take a fucking minute, man. Take five minutes. Take a fucking month if you need. Just run the fuck away like you always do." Krieg snipped.

"That doesn't even make any fucking sense, man." Lance muttered, shaking his head. "YOU'RE the one who fucking ran away from us in the first place, then when shit got too real for you in Nebraska, you ran away from that too."

"I ran back to you guys, for fuck's sake!" Krieg yelled. "I didn't run away from anything in Nebraska, I came back to be with you."

"With the band, you mean." Lance said, pulling on his pants.

"Yeah with the band. Not with you specifically." Krieg replied. Then he thought about the situation. "Oh, THAT'S it, isn't it? You're still all fucking horny for me, and can't stand to see me fucking around with anyone but you."

"That's...fucking delusional, man."

"Is it? Is it really? Maybe you just can't take seeing me fuck other guys. Maybe you, in some twisted way, don't want us to succeed because success means I'll be getting it from other people."

"It's ALL about you, isn't it? It's ALWAYS all about you."

"I'm the fucking frontman, dipshit."

"Yeah but there are three other people in this band. You fucking take meetings without us, you fucking railroad us into doing porn for our music videos. You fucking bounce around on stage and take OUR clothes off. Well, before you convinced us all to just start out naked, that is."

"He didn't railroad me into shit, man." Dog said. "I been wantin' to show these puppies off for ages." He laughed a bit as he batted his low-hanging balls to and fro.

"I like being naked on stage." Dakota shrugged.

"It's not that I HATE it, it's just..." Lance muttered.

"Then what is it? What is this little hissy fit about?" Krieg asked, over it.

"It was fun maybe getting naked at the end of the show. It was awesome as fuck for you to strip down slowly during "My Cock". The tension was so fucking palpable when you did that. It was great when Dog flung his underwear into the audience. But there was build up to it. Some amount of...I don't know, fucking crescendo to it. Now it's just like, here's our fucking dicks, let's play a song."

"And yet you said you didn't have a problem with being naked on stage? Which is it, man?"

"You're not fucking listening at all." Lance shook his head as he moved toward the door.

"I'm trying, but you're saying contradictory shit, man." Krieg said.

"No. You're just coked out of your fucking mind and nuance and reason have gone out the fucking window. One of these days you're gonna get coke dick, and no matter how big and pretty it is, it's gonna be fucking useless. Then what? You can't just coast by on your big dick, especially when you're gonna have troubles getting it up."

"Says the guy who made the fucking coke connection in the first fucking place." Krieg muttered.

"It's called moderation, dickhead."

"I thought you were leaving." Krieg stated, flatly.

Lance paused at the open door for a moment. He looked around at his naked buddies. Dakota and Dog stood idly by while Hector quietly pretended to be working on his laptop. Krieg was walking away from Lance, and he threw up his middle finger over his head before bending over the coke mirror. Lance couldn't help but scoff a bit out loud as he shook his head and left.

 

[laptoper]

Krieg stroked his hard cock feverishly, as Hector's camera panned up it, starting from his bouncing balls to slowly pan up the shaft. Hector backed off a bit, showing a wider shot of Krieg manipulating his big dick. Soon, Krieg began to cum, shooting his load up his chest, onto his own face, and beyond. It was the perfect cumshot to capture on film. The rest of the band sat by, naked, already having gotten off. They watched Krieg cum all over himself, and soon that was a wrap on their video for "Circle Jerk". It was, as you can imagine, just the four boys beating off together, cumshots included. Hector would eventually edit it down to fit the runtime of the song, but for now he essentially had four jack off videos on his camera.

The boys didn't care that they were essentially producing porn for their music videos; in fact, they loved it. That was part of their aesthetic, part of their schtick. They wanted to push the boundaries of what any band had done before, and they were succeeding in that task. They wanted their fangirls to rub their pussies, they wanted their gay boy fans to jack off to their videos. That was the whole point.

Hector had been filming them while naked himself, and his uncut cock was hard as hell; it had been for some time. After doing a bump, Dog simply, without preamble, knelt down to suck Hector off. That was how sex was for them anymore; casual and without warning. They all had done everything there was to do with one another, except that nobody had fucked Krieg yet. They all wanted to, Hector included, but they also respected his boundaries. They also respected that it could be a card to play later on, with Krieg FINALLY getting his ass fucked. As Dog eagerly sucked on Hector's cock, Krieg approached the coke mirror and gave himself a pick-me-up.

"Steven wants us to tour." he said, simply, as he sniffled and scrunched his nose up.

"Yeah, don't we have a meeting with him soon?" Lance asked.

"With me, yeah." Krieg said. "Tomorrow."

"With just you?" Dakota asked.

"I guess. You guys can come too if you want, but Steven said he wanted to see me."

"Did he specify JUST you?" Lance asked, rubbing the inside of his teeth with his tongue, quickly.

"I guess, yeah. He told me to come to his office." Krieg shrugged.

"Don't you think we should all be there to talk about touring?" Dakota asked.

"Yeah it's fine with me, guys. I think it was just, like, preliminary or something." Krieg shrugged.

"Ungh, I'm gonna cum!" Hector announced. He soon began shooting down Dog's eager throat, a scene which barely registered for the other three boys. They were so used to all this by now, that it had become de rigueur.

"What's the matter?" Krieg asked Lance. "You look...sad or something."

"It's just...fuck, everything's going really well for us but at the same time...I dunno." Lance replied.

"At the same time what?" Krieg wondered.

"I dunno, it's just...we just shot a fucking circle jerk video...we fuck people on stage now...put our nudes in the liner notes to our album..."

"We've always been a dirty band, man." Krieg pointed out.

"I know, I know. But before it was like...suggestive. It was monumental for you to get your dick out during "My Cock" and now we just take the stage naked. Dog's fucking pissed on the audience. We've all fucking nutted on stage in front of the crowd. It's just...it's not coy or suggestive anymore, it's just...fucking sex now."

"Sex sells, man." Dakota pointed out. "Our audience is fucking eating this up. That's kinda the whole point. They like seeing us do crazy, ballsy shit, and we like providing it for 'em."

"And what happens when there's no more crazy, ballsy shit to show them?" Lance asked. "We're just a bunch of gay boys with weak songs showing off our dicks."

"Shit, I'm sorry my songs are so weak, man." Krieg said.

At the exact same time, Dog replied with, "I'm not gay."

"When was the last time you had sex with a girl?" Lance asked Dog.

"So my songs are weak?" Krieg asked, drawing the focus back to him.

"They're not WEAK, they're just...direct. There's no metaphor or clever turns of phrase, or..."

"Oh, metaphors!" Krieg replied sarcastically. He turned to look at the other boys in the room one by one as he said, "We need metaphors now, guys, did you know that? Here I thought we were succeeding on tight, simple punk songs and showing off our dicks. But I guess I can write a fucking poem for ya."

"That's not what I'm getting at, it's just-"

"Nah, nah. I'll be the next fucking Emily Dickinson."

"Ha, Dick in son." Dog chuckled in the back ground.

"I'll write a fucking twenty minute fucking, sweeping, fucking epic about goddamn sunflowers in the fucking meadow and how it relates to my fucking childhood, is that what you fucking want?" Krieg asked, no longer holding his anger back.

"Oh fuck off, Krieg. Jesus Christ, you can't accept any amount of fucking criticism, can you?" Lance asked, as he stomped over to his pile of clothes.

"I'm sorry, we're FINALLY gaining traction here. Finally going on tour, finally have a fucking album out, our own website, where our videos are practically going fucking viral, but sure, let's switch direction."

"They're only going viral because we're fucking jerking off and shit. Nobody give a fuck about our music, they just wanna see our cocks. Wanna see us fucking blow each other." Lance said, pulling on his underwear.

"Where are you going?" Dakota asked.

"Where ever the fuck I want. Away from here. I need a fucking minute."

"Sure, take a fucking minute, man. Take five minutes. Take a fucking month if you need. Just run the fuck away like you always do." Krieg snipped.

"That doesn't even make any fucking sense, man." Lance muttered, shaking his head. "YOU'RE the one who fucking ran away from us in the first place, then when shit got too real for you in Nebraska, you ran away from that too."

"I ran back to you guys, for fuck's sake!" Krieg yelled. "I didn't run away from anything in Nebraska, I came back to be with you."

"With the band, you mean." Lance said, pulling on his pants.

"Yeah with the band. Not with you specifically." Krieg replied. Then he thought about the situation. "Oh, THAT'S it, isn't it? You're still all fucking horny for me, and can't stand to see me fucking around with anyone but you."

"That's...fucking delusional, man."

"Is it? Is it really? Maybe you just can't take seeing me fuck other guys. Maybe you, in some twisted way, don't want us to succeed because success means I'll be getting it from other people."

"It's ALL about you, isn't it? It's ALWAYS all about you."

"I'm the fucking frontman, dipshit."

"Yeah but there are three other people in this band. You fucking take meetings without us, you fucking railroad us into doing porn for our music videos. You fucking bounce around on stage and take OUR clothes off. Well, before you convinced us all to just start out naked, that is."

"He didn't railroad me into shit, man." Dog said. "I been wantin' to show these puppies off for ages." He laughed a bit as he batted his low-hanging balls to and fro.

"I like being naked on stage." Dakota shrugged.

"It's not that I HATE it, it's just..." Lance muttered.

"Then what is it? What is this little hissy fit about?" Krieg asked, over it.

"It was fun maybe getting naked at the end of the show. It was awesome as fuck for you to strip down slowly during "My Cock". The tension was so fucking palpable when you did that. It was great when Dog flung his underwear into the audience. But there was build up to it. Some amount of...I don't know, fucking crescendo to it. Now it's just like, here's our fucking dicks, let's play a song."

"And yet you said you didn't have a problem with being naked on stage? Which is it, man?"

"You're not fucking listening at all." Lance shook his head as he moved toward the door.

"I'm trying, but you're saying contradictory shit, man." Krieg said.

"No. You're just coked out of your fucking mind and nuance and reason have gone out the fucking window. One of these days you're gonna get coke dick, and no matter how big and pretty it is, it's gonna be fucking useless. Then what? You can't just coast by on your big dick, especially when you're gonna have troubles getting it up."

"Says the guy who made the fucking coke connection in the first fucking place." Krieg muttered.

"It's called moderation, dickhead."

"I thought you were leaving." Krieg stated, flatly.

Lance paused at the open door for a moment. He looked around at his naked buddies. Dakota and Dog stood idly by while Hector quietly pretended to be working on his laptop. Krieg was walking away from Lance, and he threw up his middle finger over his head before bending over the coke mirror. Lance couldn't help but scoff a bit out loud as he shook his head and left.

Wow, that is getting real. You go for it Lance.

Nice to have that in the story too Brian. Great stuff

 

[Brian S]

Zack was starting to get some ideas as he watched cam 4. He could certainly use some extra cash. Could he feasibly jerk off for an audience? A largely male audience? He didn't know why not. It wasn't like they'd be in the same room. He figured a lot of men out there would pay good money to watch a straight guy jerk off. Especially when they looked like he did, he figured.

He had been switching between camera feeds, and landed on one of a man simply jerking off. Zack watched, mostly for pointers or to figure out if he really could expose himself like that. In the meantime, Zack continued to stroke himself, not fully realizing the implications of him jerking it while watching another man jerk it. He certainly knew that's what was happening, but at the same time, he didn't quite make the connection. He was studying it, watching how the guy would pause. How he would shake his cock at the camera, or just sit there with a throbbing boner rising up from between his thighs. I could do that, Zack thought. Just film my edging sessions and make some bread while doing so...

Zack had become so engrossed in edging and trying to work out the feasibility of him participating in cam 4, that he hadn't heard Ian get home. In fact, he only became aware of it when Ian walked in the front door, and by then it was too late.

"Jesus, man." Ian laughed.

"Hey man." Zack chuckled. "Do you think I oughta do cam 4?"

"What?!?" Ian laughed. "I go to work for a few hours and you're jerking off in the living room asking if you should do internet porn?"

Zack stopped jerking, but to be honest, he didn't really want to. "I'm serious though. I could make some good fucking money doing this, I bet."

Ian approached the scene to look at Zack's laptop. "Are...are you just watching a dude beat off?" Ian asked.

Zack chuckled. "I uh...yeah I guess I am." He gave himself a handful of absent-minded strokes. "It's not like that, though. I was trying to figure out, like, if I could, or how to do it, shit like that." Zack added.

"I see. I mean...it's no skin off my back." Ian said. "I've seen you jack off before."

"Huh, yeah. I guess that's true." Zack said, pretending like he hadn't thought about it for half the day.

Ian pretended too. He pretended like he didn't hope this day would come, where Zack would openly jack off in front of him again. Half the time, the reason Ian didn't participate in the casual, at-home nudity was because he didn't trust himself. He didn't trust his dick not to get hard in front of his buddy. Ian kept his own blowjob from Trey a secret too; he certainly never imagined that Zack could have a similar story to tell.

In recent times, Ian's guilt about the way he treated Brighton and Jackson had built. He certainly didn't think he wanted to participate in all-out gay sex, but at the same time, he at least understood certain urges. He knew the way he had reacted was over the top and he felt badly about it. At times, he wanted to reach out to those boys to apologize, but Ian also wanted to keep his distance because he didn't know if he could trust himself around them. His feelings were conflicting; confusing.

Now, standing beside a seated Zack, Ian looked down at his buddy's open, blunt nudity. He watched as Zack slowly started to stroke himself again. He felt his own cock begin to swell in his pants; a feeling he both enjoyed and was terrified of. He couldn't figure out why seeing Zack jerk off was so scary yet so hot to him. Like he always reminded himself, they'd jerked off together at the camp; they fucked Kassie together. This though...this was different, somehow. There was no Kassie there to facilitate it. There was no "reason" - flimsy as they both knew it was - for them to jerk off together, like at the nudist camp. If they jerked off together at home, it would be intentional. It would be because they wanted to.

"Guess I'm just gonna finish, if that's cool." Zack chuckled.

"Hey, it's fine with me. Like I said, I've seen it before." Ian laughed, trying to play it cool. He left Zack on the couch to head to his bedroom, thinking about how much he wanted to sit right down and get his dick out too. Would that be too much? Too weird? Surely not, he figured, but he still couldn't bring himself to be so bold.

Ian stripped down to his boxerbriefs, the white Hanes material well broken in from being worn all day. Ian wasn't even surprised about the erection he had. He adjusted it, pointing it upwards in his underwear before puttering around his room a bit to waste some time.

Shit, was I just hoping for him to stick around?, Zack thought. I guess, kinda, yeah. It's not even, like...gay or whatever...it's just...I mean, dude's seen me nut before. He can sure see it again, I don't give a fuck. If there was ever another dude I'd let see me cum, it's him. Kinda wish he'd be more into it than "allowing" me to be naked. And now "letting" me jack off in the living room. Guess in a way I wish he'd actually do it too...just cuz...I dunno, it'd make me feel like less of a fuckin' perv. I just don't give a shit anymore when it comes to him, I guess. After everything we've done...I mean, we rubbed our fucking cocks together for crying out loud...who cares if he sees me jerking it? Course...he's already seen me jerk it too, like he said. Just wish maybe he was a liiiiiitle bit cooler with all this.

"Are you STILL going at it?" Ian asked, chuckling as he entered the living room.

"Oh, yeah. Guess I got sidetracked." Zack laughed.

"It's been fifteen minutes, dude." Ian said, looking at his buddy's shuffling hand, the bicep flexing in his right arm with each stroke. Ian scratched at his trimmed pubes through his underwear; a sight that Zack glanced over to see. Ian's cock was soft, but jiggling a bit in the loosened, white boxerbriefs. "Well, I want the living room too, so..." Ian said, plopping down in a nearby chair. He flipped on the TV and pretended to go about his business while Zack continued to stroke his dick. In reality, Ian was starting to feel turned on, in a weird way. He wanted to just look over, to outright watch Zack playing with himself. He could certainly hear the noises of the lube sliding up and down Zack's cock.

It didn't take long for Zack to announce, "Gonna nut" under his breath. He hoped Ian would turn and watch, and Ian did, but briefly. His eyes darted over and gave Zack a slight thrill. With a loud grunt, Zack began to shoot, his cum spraying out a good distance. He hit his own face, the back of the couch, the fucking curtains behind the couch.

"Jesus Christ." Ian muttered, now feeling somewhat comfortable in looking at Zack for the simple reason that Zack's orgasm was ridiculous.

Zack continued to moan and shoot, coating his muscular torso with cum. Soon, he shuddered, and his dick ached. It sputtered more cum out, and it ran down his knuckles onto his balls. "Fuuuuuck." he moaned. "Been edging basically all damn day."

"I see that." Ian said, trying to sound TOO interested.

Zack stood up and stretched, his legs slightly wobbly. His own thick load began to run down his body, and his cock stood at attention still, reddened and throbbing.

"Dude, you're fucking dripping everywhere!" Ian laughed.

Zack laughed too and began to walk around the coffee table to hit the bathroom for a shower. On his way past Ian, Zack looked down and couldn't help but notice the unmistakable hard tent in his buddy's underwear.