The Adventures of Boipussy Pt. 11 - Sex Stories

The Adventures of Boipussy Pt. 11

... I think it might be the visuals they play. They're hypnotic."

"They are," Candii agreed, nodding. She said no more.

"I'm worried they might be... affecting me... in some way."

Carlos wondered the same thing. Candii kept her counsel.

*

New Orleans was hot and humid. Boipussy played first, and the crowd was in the zone by the time Ass To Mouth took the stage. Half the men in the crowd were shirtless. Carlos made extended eye-contact with a sweaty, tattooed, long-haired stud in the front row, pushed hard up against the barricade. In days gone by, he'd have made himself available after the show, but times had changed. He blew the stud a kiss and pointed the neck of his guitar at him, stroking the fretboard. The stud flopped his tongue out in a surprising gesture of submission.

Word had travelled far and wide; most of the people at the New Orleans show had heard about the bate room blowbang and the drummer who'd been at the centre of it all. Heads bobbed up and down in time with A2M's riffs, and the crowd's eyes darted back and forth between the sexy frontman and the expert cocksucker bashing the shit out of his drumkit.

Pete came offstage feeling thirsty as fuck. He poured a beer down his neck so fast he barely even swallowed.

*

Night began to fall, and Pete began to feel nervous about what might happen later tonight. He flirted with the idea of pretending to be ill. He could maybe catch a cab back to the hotel so he could avoid Hypnosissy's ...

... performance, yet at the same time, he couldn't wait for them to play. He ate a little dinner, but he wasn't particularly hungry.

Femboy Hooters finished their set and filler music pumped out of the PA as the roadcrew prepared the stage for the evening's final onslaught.

Pete heard the bass synth note that began his transformation into a desperate, slutty manwhore.

The drums began. Then the bass, then the guitar.

And then the visuals started.

Pete was a quivering mess, desperate for cock. He couldn't tear his eyes from the screen. They were doing something to him. His pussy twitched as he began to sweat with desire. He turned to face his boyfriend. "Carlos, I... please look after me." His eyes were pleading. "Take me somewhere. Take me away. I only want you."

Carlos led Pete into a vacant room backstage. The room shook with Hypnosissy's performance, but there was nobody else around. The band's hypnotic visuals were unseen.

Pete kneeled, and Carlos allowed him to unbuckle his belt, pull down his zip and extract his fat Mexican penis. Pete looked up at his boyfriend's face before focusing on his dick. He licked the tip as he felt Hypnosissy's bass pounding through his chest. He let the head of Carlos's cock rest gently on his tongue before he closed his lips around it.

Pete knew he could make any man cum inside a minute if he really wanted to. He was aware of his superpower. But tonight, all he wanted was to feel heavy metal music rumbling through his veins while he ...