On the Road

"Good night Jersey, you were amazing! We'll see you next time!" screamed Mason into the mic, as the rest of the band improvised an epic ending to the last song of the night, concluding our leg of the tour in the US. Fans cheered and begged for a third encore but this was it. 11PM on the dot. Curtains closed and as soon as we got the okay from the sound and light techs, we ran up on stage and started working on the load out. For the last show, we had hired extra help just to ensure everything went smoothly. And it did. Wires rolled up, speakers, amps, instruments packed and ready to go, lights and motors all racked up and placed in the 11 53' trucks parked in a row on the loading docks. There was only one forklift so as Mikey took care of the bigger heavier cases to tetris inside of the trucks, the rest of us loaded up the rest old school; rolling them onto the loading rails. I was sweating and exhausted but refused to let it show. This had been my first opportunity at an international gig and I jumped on it. In two days, we'd be flying to London for a double nighter show. Among the anxiety and nerves, I was psyched.

By 3AM, everything was packed, trucks had rolled out and the crew decided to celebrate at the corner bar. I however was never quite fond of the male bonding over beers, especially with this crowd. They were all good guys, but they were all clearly straight cis guys who loved talking about tits, which to me, got old after the first night.

"C'mon Alex, one beer. First half of the tour is done," lamented Nate.

"Next stop Britain!! C'mon one drink!" cheered on Simon, who for some reason seemed already pretty tipsy.

Fine, I replied, ordering a beer and took a seat at the end of the table with my peers. After the polite invite to the only gay guy on tour, the guys resumed their talks about tits and decided they needed to rise up to the band and petition for groupies of their own.

"You think Dave doesn't get like ten girls a night?"

"What about Mason?!"

"Apparently he's got his fave groupies on speed dial in like every city"

The whole discussion made me chuckle a few times. Though after all the talks of tits and fucking and being horny, I was beginning to feel it a bit. I hadn't gotten laid in weeks...

As I sipped on my drink and made sure the boys were all too interested in the sound of their own voices, I whipped out my phone and started up Grindr. I doubted anybody was available in Jersey at 3 Am but it was worth a shot.

Surprisingly I had my pick of about 40 guys... not bad, Jersey, not bad...

One of them particularly caught my interest and I sent him a wink. A few minutes later, he winked back. I gave him my hotel room number and said I'd meet him in an hour.

"It's facts though, isn't that right Alex?" yelled Pat, interrupting my ogling of Fuckmedaddy23.

"What?"

"Whatcha doin there? Looking at pussy and not sharing it with the class?"

"Uh, nothing you could handle, I'm sure," I jokingly said.

"Yeah you wouldn't catch Alex dead staring at pussy," yelled Simon, in a surprisingly proud way. It still caused me to blush, feeling a bit outed even though everyone on tour knew and acted like they were absolutely fine with it.

"Oh, right, my bad!" apologized a very drunk Francis.

"I'm sure you get plenty of dick. You're a good looking guy!" he continued.

"What the fuck, Frankie, you want him to suck your dick, too?" Mark yelled out. I'm sure they didn't mean to be offensive but I had taken all I could tonight and prepared to leave.

"Alex, he's sorry. He didn't mean it," lamented one of the other new guys. I didn't remember his name.

"Apologize, asshole," he yelled at Francis.

"Oh it was just a joke. I didn't mean it to offend. It's a compliment!"

"And on that note," I started to say as I placed a 10$ bill near my half empty pint.

"Alright, alright, I'm sorry! C'mon stay with us."

"Apology accepted, Frankie. I just gotta go." I stood up and hugged Nate, who was closest to me.

"No hugs for us, blondie?"

"Nate's the only cute guy here. He gets a hug. See ya later uggoes," I yelled through the loud music, cockiness in check. Nate smiled.

"Oh fuck you Alex!" they all yelled jokingly.

I waved at them, they waved back. I headed out.

Once at the hotel, passing the lobby, I stopped for a few snacks and headed to my floor.

I took a shower, cleaned and boiled some water for my late night snack.

Dube hanging on my lip, I took my ramen to the balcony in nothing but my boxers and relaxed as I waited for Grindr boy to show up. Feeling the effect of the weed a bit too much, I had the overwhelming urge to jerk off on the balcony, but my sudden shyness stopped me. I'd usually jerk off before a fuck date, but I felt I had enough in me to last a few times at least. I looked out at the quiet road below me and tried to clear my head. I gulped down the remains of my ramen cup and munched on chips, downing it with a tiny bottle of gin. My hand's second attempt at touching myself was getting more and more tempting. I placed my hand on my boxers and rubbed on the fabric, feeling myself already getting hard.

After a moment, I heard a knock on the door, which almost gave me a heart attack. I looked down at my boner, embarrassed, and tried to think of a million gross things before reaching the door. This guy is like 40 minutes early! I cleared my throat, tossed the noodle cup and gin bottle in the trash, quickly picked up whatever clothes were laying on the ground and bed and tossed them onto the corner seat of the room and ran to the washroom for some mouthwash.

"Hey uh, sorry about th-" I started, opening the door.

"Hey," said Mason.

My eyes widened in surprise, obviously expecting my excessively punctual one night.

"Oh. Hey... what are you doing here?" I asked, still in shock, desperately trying to conceal my nakedness. I couldn't tell if my heart racing was weed induced or something else.

"I got into a fight with Tristan, then Michelle over something stupid and I got pissed and got the fuck out of that club," he angrily mumbled under a faint whiskey breath.

"The crew guys are still at the bar a few minutes away from here if you want to join them"

"What are you up to?" His tone seemed lower, and gaze softer as if wanting to appear more sober than he was. I gulped.

"Not much... I was actually going to bed soon," I lied.

"Can I come in for a bit?"

My gaze on him lingered for a second, hesitant about the right answer to give. I could feel my heart accelerating a bit more, my brain quietly cussing at myself.

"I don't think that'd be a good idea, Mase," I started, my voice almost cracking at the amount of hesitation. I didn't want to just blurt out I had some random guy from an app coming in thirty minutes. But I found myself never really able to say no to him, either.

"C'mon, just five minutes." He looked at me with what can only be described as puppy eyes. It was almost off putting for his metal frontman aura, yet him almost begging me to come in was jumpstarting my erection again. I then felt my cheeks flushing and my heart beating heavier. I was torn and felt I had to say something rather daring to perhaps shoo him away, despite my smaller brain begging me to let him in. My date could be showing up any minute.

"Do you remember what happened last time you said five minutes?" I asked, letting a certain cat out of the bag. As I spoke those words, I myself remembered what happened and couldn't stop the blood rushing to my dick. Things only got worse when I saw in his face the attempt at embarrassment hadn't worked and instead, he showed a cocky grin. That stupid cocky grin.

"Complaints?" he asked, looking down at my boxers. His intimidating build pushed the door a bit more open, he leaned into my ear.

"You're already hard and I'm not even in the door," he whispered, sending shivers from head to head. I was getting dizzy from him just talking down to me. Despite his drunken breath, the rest of him smelled exactly like I remembered. I was enticed and hated it. I looked down to hide my lip biting and stared at his crotch.

He had me. He knew he had me. He knew I'd choose him, even if he didn't know I'd be snubbing some total stranger just to be with him. I didn't say anything, and with my head still down, opened the door and let him in, defeated.

He led himself through my room and noticed the dube on the table. Without a second thought, grabbed it and brought it to his lips. He looked back at me and winked, then headed to the balcony and sat on the larger patio chair. Asshole. I readjusted and joined him. I disliked that my mind kept fighting myself to stand up to him, yet my horny parts couldn't get enough of the condescension. I sat next to him as he lit up, puffed, passed it to me then went on to rant about his bandmate quarrel.

My mind was getting about half of whatever he was saying. All I stared at was his lips and how I yearned for them on my cock. Fuckmedaddy23 would have been the best bottom to get my mind off this asshole. I knew with him, I was never going to top him. There was no debate. And I took it. I took him all and loved it. There were those rare glimpses I'd look forward to when he'd let out a tad of vulnerability with me to just then rail me on the wall. I always looked out for those. He didn't want to admit to them but they were there. I was in a daze for the second time tonight and he snapped me back to where we were by kicking my chair. I looked up at him, the weed hitting me twice as hard as moments ago. I was a bit disappointed at how the dynamics had turned out tonight. I kept thinking he'd never go bottom, but then again I had never simply asked. Nor would I. But I wanted to feel a bit more in control than I felt at the moment.

"Too horny to listen to my rant, huh?" asked Mason. I was jolted out of my inner conversation and just looked at him, my lips slightly parted, staring at his. I caught myself breathing heavier than usual. The high had now completely taken over again and I found myself standing and going over to him, straddling him and digging my fingers through his short dark hair, a slight moan escaping his throat. He didn't like that. He hated not having control. His glaring translated to I dare you to kiss me so my reasons for punching you square in the jaw are valid. I was too high to care. Punch me, I thought. The kinkier the better, I continued thinking, my high perhaps going a little too far.

"Alex," he warned. I disliked this side of him. He had no trouble fucking the life out of me, but an ounce too vulnerable and he got aggressive. I pushed on, my stupid courage taking over. I slowly licked my bottom lip and he watched. He was high too and easily distractible. I crushed my lips on his and before he could object I grinded my pelvis on his crotch and shut him up. I felt his body tense up, his hands grabbing my thighs in an attempt to push me away. A very mild attempt. Whatever resistance he was holding up lost face when I felt his erection rubbing on mine. He felt it and stopped me, clamping my jaw in his hand. He was about to give me my second warning but I interrupted.

"Mase, seriously, who the fuck is watching," I pleaded, like a child wanting cookies before bed. Surprising even myself, I stood up to him. Mildly. He stared at me for a moment, his hand still gripping my jaw. I slowly stuck out my tongue, playing with my piercing, which loosened his grip. I almost had him. I loved this little game. The times Mason gave in enough to play made for the best nights, however rare. I leaned in closer to his face and gave him my puppy eyes, along with a whiny "Please daddy?"

He was the one who pulled me in and continued the kiss, invading my mouth with his tongue, seeking my piercing and running circles around it, making me hotter with every lap. I felt his large hands eagerly grabbing my hips, pinning me in place, as if I'd want to be anywhere else, deepening the makeout session. My brain was melting and I needed more. I was certain he could feel it with my moans sneaking into his throat with the subtlety of a bulldozer. I bit his lower lip and didn't let go until he gasped.

"Such an eager boy," he growled, drunkaly looking at me. He then firmly grabbed under my ass and lifted me from the chair, effortlessly, I might add even though we were practically the same height. Mason had a good twenty pounds of muscle on this rather lanky build of mine. I took advantage of his busy hands to grab his hair and pull, making him jerk his head upwards. I grinned. I dare you to do anything, my eyes said. Once inside, he dropped me on the bed like dead weight and like I wasn't staring at him hungrily enough, he took off his shirt and unbuckled his jeans. Jesus christ. I felt uneasy at the way he mirrored back a gaze that lustfully traced my body sprawled across the bed. It was as if he contemplated all the things he could do to me and how to get as many in as possible before the poor roadie would collapse and die of exhaustion. I reached for my boxers, stroking my now painfully hard erection, eyes glued to his body.

"Come here," he ordered. I sat up, my face inches from his bulge, ready to take him all in, leading me to suffocate and not care. I opened my mouth and stuck out my tongue. But he said something that surprised even me.

"As cute as you are right now,you're not getting my dick yet. Turn around."

Puzzled, I obeyed and went on all fours, facing the headboard. I felt his hands pull my boxers down to my thighs, exposing my ass. His fingers then gently stretched my asshole and he spit right on it, my eyes widening. This was a first. Was the weed affecting him as much as me? Before I could even picture what was about to happen, he shoved his tongue as far as he could up my ass, my moans echoing through the room. And they didn't stop. They couldn't stop. I couldn't comprehend how anything was happening. What Mason was doing to me. I innocently tried asking what the hell he was doing in between my moans and trying to catch my breath. Among his relentless thrusts, I could hear a faint voice.

"God you have such a fuckable ass."

My eyes rolled to the back of my head, feeling him gape my ass with every aggressive shove of his thick tongue. I couldn't help it anymore and reached for my dick, which was already about to burst. My spasms caused me to tighten around his tongue, persistently making him want to go further. My brain was now a puddle on the bed. I spit in my hand and gave my dick quick hard strokes, I was about to come. My brain was on autopilot. Mason's tongue is in my ass. Mason's... tongue...is... oh my... god...

"Mason!" I gasped one last time, tensing up, before really tightening around his tongue, feeling as though I might squeeze it off, and shot my load all over the bed, my body just shutting off. My knees buckled and my body leaned forward, collapsing on top of my mess.

"Did you just fucking come?" His tone sounded surprised, yet satisfied.

I took a moment, but then slowly turned and exposed my wet stomach, my face hot with embarrassment.

"Why'd you do that?" I whispered, barely able to make eye contact.

"More complaints?"

"No!!.. I... it's just it's not like you is all"

"Honestly? I was thinking of your ass all week and wanted to see if I liked eating it," he admitted, catching his breath and exposing a bit of a reddish hue himself.

"And...?" I asked, to which he looked down at his hard dick busting out of his boxers, making me also stare. I snickered and bit my lip.

"All your holes get me fucking hard, Alex," he panted out, still staring at his hard on. I felt a part of him was embarrassed about admitting this. But part of him wanted me to know, which flattered me. That was his way of being vulnerable.

"Fuck, Mason," I mumbled at his confession. His honest flattering words, however crude they were. My high had gotten down a bit, unlike my libido. I was ready to go again.

"Go clean up, and come back," Mason asked. I obeyed, drunkenly making my way to the washroom and splashing some water on my face and chest. I came back to the bed to see Mason had taken off his jeans and boxers and sat at the edge, waiting naked. I placed myself between his legs, admiring his body and his eyes met mine, dominance back in check. Oddly enough, as I looked down at him and he up at me, I wasn't feeling in control in the slightest, which turned me on even more.

"On your knees." His tone was condescending. I slowly obeyed, never breaking eye contact. He leaned forward.

"Open your mouth, stick out your tongue"

At that moment, a knock was heard at the door. We both looked at each other, Mason much more stunned than me.

"Who the fuck is that?!" he whispered, furrowing his brow, panic painted across his face. It had just dawned on me that I had never canceled my Grindr date. A tad embarrassed, I looked up at Mason with a slight smile.

"I... had invited a guy over to fuck tonight... forgot to cancel."

Mason sighed in relief. I assumed he thought it was someone from the crew.

"You want to answer?" he asked.

"Are you serious?"

"I don't know, maybe you could both suck my cock," he grinned. Now I was the one glaring at him, defending my role as the main guy who got to have him. He found it cute.

"Possessive, much?"

"Fuck you"

A second knock was heard. We stayed still. All I wanted was to take Mason into my mouth. I gave no shits about the person on the other side of the door, to be honest.

"Just ignore it, he'll go away eventually," I whispered.

"Fine. Where were we?"

I opened my mouth and stuck out my tongue, obedient submissive eyes in check. He smiled, grabbed my face and poured his spit onto my tongue. I gasped, feeling his saliva slide down my throat. I felt my erection coming back. Asshole.

A third, more aggressive knock was heard. I was about to say something, but Mason finished my thought, guiding my chin back to face him:

"Sshh, be a good boy and take daddy's cock," he demanded. I hated how much I liked those words. I loved how he was just as turned on by them. At the fourth knock, we heard the guy cuss and storm off. I couldn't give less of a fuck. I was taking Mason into my mouth, tightly wrapping my lips around his hardness. I was in absolute heaven. And I was absolutely hard again. I sucked eagerly, my tongue pressing along the hard vein trailing the length of his dick. I felt his hand push my head forward, forcing me to open my throat sooner than later. I gagged a bit.

"Oh you can take me better than that."

He was being deliberately condescending. I was so turned on, goosebumps crept up to the nape of my neck. I relaxed my throat and took him all the way in, making his moan harder than he wanted. Mason throwing his head back, stretching his neck in pleasure was one of the sexiest things I had seen all night. I craved his approval, and as much as he was being a dominant ass, his body was betraying him. I loved it. I continued pumping him into my throat, gagging at times, but keeping my composure. I had started touching myself. His dick was thick. It stretched the corners of my mouth and I had been masturbating vigorously at the thought of him shoving it right up my ass. I circled my tongue around his shaft and gave him nice long hard strokes.

"Christ, Alex...You were born to suck cock," Mason exhaled, not so subtly trying to conceal his own moans. His hand left my head, letting me do what I did best. That's right, no one else makes you feel like this, asshole. No one. He rested his weight on both arms and enjoyed the ride. I took any and every moan or heavy breathing he'd send my way, making me even more eager to please him.

I was gagging a bit more now, but still in control. His dick was so hard, I couldn't stop picturing it drilling into me. This accumulation of thoughts, images and relentless sucking had me drooling all over him. I could feel it slipping in and out of my mouth with such ease. He felt it too.