The Adventures of Boipussy Pt. 11 - Sex Stories

The Adventures of Boipussy Pt. 11

... inking a fresh recording contract. As usual, Ace pranced the stage with a fat buttplug up his ass. He pulled his jeans down just before the last song, bent over and pulled his cheeks apart, showing the base of the plug to the crowd. He heard roars in response. He pulled it out just before their final song began and held it aloft like a trophy.

Ass To Mouth had none of the technical glitches that plagued part of their set in Austin. They fucking shredded. Everything went perfectly, and the crowd roared in appreciation. As a sweaty A2M came off stage, both bands felt on top of the world. Carlos and Pete each grabbed a cool ale backstage.

"I'm gonna check out the bate room," said Ace. "I wanna see what's happening over there. I feel horny as fuck right now."

"Report back when you're done?" Pete asked, necking the last of his beer. "I'm curious."

"So am I, that's why I'm checking it out," Ace yelled over his shoulder. "If you're so curious, why don't you come with me?"

For now, Pete was happy to let Ace be the pioneer. "Because I just came offstage and I'm sweating like a pig." He draped a towel around his shoulders.

"You sure?" Ace tempted. "I can tell you all about Candii on the way."

Drumming in a heavy metal band was hard work, and Pete's thirst remained unslaked. He tore the cap off another bottle of beer and took a slug. Ace's stories about his night with Candii could wait. "Have fun," he waved, running the towel across his sweaty face.

Ace ...

... opened the door to the bate room. It wasn't a room as such; it was better described as an open-air platform set aside for public masturbation. The platform held a few benches and chairs, and a box of tissues, a bottle of lube and a basket full of condoms sat on a nearby table.

Nobody else was here. Everyone was either rockin' out to Femboy Hooters' afternoon set, or chugging beers. Ace shrugged. A few moments later, he was naked, except for his denim jacket -- this was the only item of clothing still left touching his skin. He sat on a bench and relaxed, listening to the distant riffs as the late spring breeze tickled his nutsack. He spat on his hand, closed his eyes and began stroking. He didn't mind being on his own. The sun was out and his dick was in his hand; what more could a sexy man want? His cock began to swell and grow as he nodded in time with Femboy Hooters' hot riffs.

"Mahnd if ah join you?" Ace opened his eyes, squinting a little as he looked up into the sun. He saw a man standing next to him. Ace guessed he was about forty, maybe forty-five. Fit enough, though beginning to weary with labour and age. Ace detected a thick, slow southern drawl and the acrid smell of chewing tobacco. "Ah been waitin' for someone to appear here."

"Be my guest," said Ace. "Someone needs to kickstart this fuckin' bate room somehow, don't they?"

The man undressed, folding his clothes into a neat pile. He sat down next to Ace and began to stroke his smallish cock. He kept a ...