1. The Adventures of Boipussy Pt. 11


    Date: 10/21/2023, Categories: Gay Male, Author: byflatiron2 

    ... second. "Fucked if I know why, but they do. Anyway, you been here before?"

Candii shook her head. "No."

"I haven't either," said Ace.

"Then we're both Big Easy virgins," Candii concluded. "Once we get checked in, we're going to need to do something about that." She extended her index finger and lovingly booped Ace on the end of his nose.

The city lights advanced.

An hour later, Candii and Ace were checked in at their hotel. They dropped their stuff and headed straight back out to get a glimpse of New Orleans nightlife. They walked a few blocks before finding a jazz bar. They drank bourbon on the rocks while a cool three-piece smoked the stage. "I don't know if this is a good idea," Ace admitted, inspecting his glass. "I need to be onstage tomorrow afternoon."

"Come on, dude," Candii countered, flicking her hair back over her shoulders. "It's been a long bus ride. Drink up. Lonely Planet says New Orleans is the bourbon capital of the universe, and Swallow is paying."

Ace tipped his neck back, and the shot of sweet brown alcohol poured down his throat and seeped into his veins. He nodded towards the bartender. "Another."

Around 2am, the room began to bend and sway. Pete and Carlos were fast asleep in their hotel room, but Candii and Ace were still out on the town. "We should go," Ace slurred, "like I said b'fore, I gotta be on stage tomorrow afternoon. C'n we go back to the hotel?"

"Sure," Candii agreed, drinking the last of her glass. She led a ...
    ... staggering Ace the few short blocks back to their building. She helped him into the elevator, undressed him, and poured him into the shower.

Ten minutes later, a clearly still-inebriated Ace emerged, flopping his soft cock around, attempting a sexy striptease with his bathroom towel. Candii stood up and approached him. "Drink this," she said, offering him a fresh bottle of water.

A few minutes later, Ace lay on his side, naked, asleep.

Candii's fingernails lovingly stroked his back. She was falling hard for her Florida rockstar.

*

Candii's alarm sounded. Half past ten. She rolled over to find Ace in the exact same position she left him last night. She shook his frame in an attempt to wake him. He moaned in agony; she was at least satisfied he wasn't dead.

She snoozed her phone for ten minutes. Another shake, another moan.

Ten more minutes. "Fuck off," mumbled Ace. Somewhere in the depths of his emerging hangover, he must've realised his dismissal was slightly rude. "Fuck off please," he said.

Candii got up to boil some water. She placed a steaming mug of instant coffee on the bedside table next to Ace.

"Fuck," he groaned. "Is it morning?" He rolled onto his back and blinked crusty sleep out of his eyes, glancing at Candii for the first time. His brain made the connection between Candii, coffee, and morning. "Thanks," he whispered, sipping the hot beverage.

"How are you feeling, rockstar?" she asked.

Ace tried to put on a brave face.

"You ...
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