Rock Out With Your Cock Out 2

We had just finished our gig in Marathon Key. I was the drummer in the band, and I had been eying this gorgeous woman all night from the back of the room. And in truth, she had been eyeing me too, much to the dismay of her boyfriend. She was about 5'6" with straight, jet-black hair and the kind of body that made her jeans proud. Her tits were perfect. Not too big, not too small, but just right. And the absence of a bra made it clear they could hold their own. She had porcelain skin, deep red lips, and ice blue eyes.

My goal for the evening was to get into her pants and make a cuckold out of her boyfriend if that's what it took. He was welcome to watch, but I was going to fuck her if it was the last thing I did.

We were packing up after the gig when she strolled over to us with a walk that was so suggestive that the furniture took notice, her free range titties swaying gently under her shirt. "Hey," she said, "great set," with a smile that could melt steel. "Hey, thanks," I said, trying to play it cool. She held out her hand and said, "I'm Shana," and looked me dead in the eye without expression and gently parted lips. "I'm Dean," I said and took her hand returning a hungry gaze.

She had an entourage with her; her boyfriend, Raj, an Indian guy who was good looking if not a big effeminate. And Steve, the tall, very good-looking, clearly gay man that had the resting bitch face of someone who was definitely unimpressed with the hetero-hijinks going on around him.

Shana said, "We were wondering if you would like to come back to our place for an after-party." I was thinking, 'by we you mean you were wondering...'. I said, "Sure, let me help the guys break down..." gesturing to the mountain of gear waiting to be put away. "Sure," she said, and turned to walk away. She looked back over her shoulder and smiled when she caught me staring at her ass. Shit, I was getting a hard-on just watching her walk.

An hour later we were in their suite in Key West. We had some drinks and then she suggested that Raj and Steve should go out and get us some food. "Dean and I will stay here and chat." The look on Raj's face was priceless. He clearly never argued with her; he just did what he was told. Steve took him by the shoulder and led him out the door. "We'll be back," Steve said with a poor attempt at an Arnold Schwarzenegger accent.

As soon as the door latched shut, she slid over to me and put her mouth on mine, finally breaking the tension of the evening. Her hair smelled bright and fresh, her skin... well 'intoxicating' didn't quite describe what was going on there. Her scent triggered and involuntary level of lust that caused me to shudder. She slid her tongue in my mouth and pressed her body against mine. Holy shit, it was on. I ran my hand under her silk shirt and caressed one of her tits finding the nipple between my fingers and giving it a little squeeze. She bit my ear, and I could feel her warm breath. She whispered, "I want you to fuck me. Now."

Well, I may have been a stupid drummer, but she didn't need to ask me twice. I grabbed her waist and lifted her up. She wrapped her legs around me and I carried her into the bedroom with her mouth locked onto mine, our tongues searching each other's mouths. I sat her on the bed and pulled her shirt off to expose those perfect tits. I took one in my mouth as I pulled her pants down. I needed to taste her pussy. I slid my way down her belly and found the pussy perfectly shaved. I slipped my tongue between her lips and tasted her sticky honey down there, thick on my tongue. She moaned loudly while I played with her clit. "Fuck me, now," she pleaded. Shit, I guess she did have to ask me twice. I roughly pulled her to the edge of the bed and pushed her legs into the air. I dropped my pants around my ankles and reached down pressing the head of my throbbing cock into the pink lips. She closed her eyes threw her head back and moaned as I slowly buried myself inside her soaking wet pussy all the way up to my nuts. Then I heard the door.

She startled back to reality, "Oh shit!" and pushed me off. She grabbed her clothes and ran to the bathroom as I quickly pulled up my pants. With a hand in my pocket to hide the raging hardon, I sauntered into the living room trying to look unsurprised. "Shana is in the bathroom," I said casually. Steve was giving me the kind of look you give a dog when it is trying to accomplish a task that requires thumbs. I was ready to kill that fucker. What a cock-blocker!

Steve said, "I changed the plan. I want to have a little fun too. So, let's go out to a bar so I can troll, and you can eat. Win win," flipping his limp wristed hand dismissively into the air. Shana strolled up hearing the end of the conversation, looking cool as a cucumber, and said, "right on, let's go," like it was no big deal. My balls were fucking aching, and she was just fine with the whole thing? What the fuck...?

We walked for a few minutes and arrived at The Copa. It was an old theater, a really cool old place. In the old theatres, they had what can only be called displays on either side of the door. In each space stood a stunning "woman" dancing in a bikini. If I hadn't known the kind of place this was, I never would have known they were men. They were gorgeous.

It was dark inside with wall-to-wall men and there was gay porn on TVs in every corner. Wow, this evening was going sideways fast. Steve ran off after some black dude in assless leather chaps and we stood at the bar looking stupid.

The drinks had started to hit my bladder. "I'm going to the bathroom," I said and went off to find a place to take a piss as my hardon had finally subsided. In the back corner I found the restroom and went inside.

The urinals were full, so I picked a stall and went inside. After I had mercifully drained my bladder, I zipped up and turned to leave. And there, sticking through the side of the stall was a thick, black cock, erect and bouncing ever so slightly. Again, what the actual fuck? I started to walk past it and stopped. Something in me was telling me to leave, but the coitus interruptus I had just experienced had my balls begging for something else. I thought for a moment... who would know? I mean, there's no one here except him and he can't see me. I could take it to the grave. I reached out and took it in my hand. "Ahhhh fuck yeah. Come on," said a muffled voice from the other side of the wall.

I have never touched another man's cock, and I am not sure why I decided to grab this one. But the total anonymity of it, the dirtiness of this stall. It all got me going in a strange direction. Something animal took over.

As I stroked this strange black cock, I looked down I noticed a small table, that I swear had not been there when I came in, but it had some lube and pile of condoms on it. I reached for the lube and squirted some on the dick and worked it around. I figured, if I am going to try cock, I am going to try cock. Besides, what man hasn't thought about getting a finger up the ass during sex. The gay guys seemed to like it, so, what the hell. I dropped my pants around my ankles once again and turned around. I bent over and very slowly guided its girth into my ass. "Fuck yes, give me that ass," again from the other side of the stall. It was thick and I wasn't sure I would be able to take it, but I pressed on. It hurt at first, but as I relaxed, I got used to it. I imagined this is what it must feel like when a woman takes a cock, feeling full and greedy. In a few seconds I had the full length of it in my ass and my cock was rock hard. I reached over and squirted some more lube into my hand. I started fucking it, faster and faster as I jerked myself off. As I rode his cock I could hear moaning and then, "ahhhhhh FUCK!" I could feel the big cock spasm in my ass as it unloaded inside me. And it occurred to me, I just let some strange dude cum in my ass. Okay, so that happened...

He pulled out and was gone. I stood there with my cock in my hand, pants around my ankles, cum running down the inside of my leg with my mouth hanging open.

I don't know how long I stood there, but long enough for another cock to appear in the hole. This one was white and at least 9 inches long. Holy shit. What now? My balls, still not having been sated, took over the job of thinking. I dropped to my knees, took it in my hand and looked at it for a long moment. Then I shoved it in my mouth. It was warm and I was feeling the head pushing on the back of throat as I worked it back and forth jerking it with my left hand and jerking my own cock the whole time with my right. I could taste the salty pre-cum on my tongue and I was getting close.

Then I heard a low grunt from the other side and felt the huge cock spasm in my mouth. A hot rope of cum, salty and sweet, hit the back of throat... then another, and another. I swallowed the load obligingly like a little cum slut.

I worked the tool from the base to the tip with my thumb, greedily milking every last drop into my mouth. The strangers' cock, now drained, pulled back through the hole and disappeared.

My own cock was rigid, and my balls ached. 'Should I just jerk myself off?' I thought. I stared at the hole in the stall for what seemed like a long time. Then I grabbed the top of the stall with one hand and guided my dick through the hole with the other. Would anything happen?

I waited what seemed an eternity, but was probably 30 seconds, and I felt a soft hand gently take my cock and start to stroke it. "Oh, my god," I moaned. Then I felt a tongue gently teasing the head. After a couple of minutes, the hand guided my throbbing tool into a warm wet pussy and fully impaled themselves on it. Then started moving slowly, very slowly, up and down. Up to the tip, a teasing pause, then down. Up to the tip, a teasing pause, then down. I was gripping the top of the stall for dear life while this went on and on, building and building. Then up to the tip, a pause and down... I erupted, "Uhhhhhhggggg, fuuuuuuuck," I growled. My body wracked against the stall wall while the person on the other side now rode me like mad until I had finished then suddenly pulled off. Then I felt a mouth on me and a tongue cleaning me while the hand milked my cock for the last of the load. Then it was over.

I stood there a long time in some disbelief about what had just happened. Then I cleaned myself up and opened the stall door to leave. As I stepped out there was Steve, Raj, the black guy with the assless chaps and Shana, all smiling at me. Raj just shrugged and said, "I like to watch."