The Adventures of Boipussy Pt. 11 - Sex Stories

The Adventures of Boipussy Pt. 11

... room. Pete needed a second dick inside him and pleaded for Ace to fill his mouth. As soon as Ace's cock landed on Pete's tongue, he knew he'd be lucky to last for just a few seconds. As soon as Pete got him close, Ace pulled his dick out of his mouth and jacked himself off all over Pete's face. Pete fucking loved it.

A queue formed, and every dude who stuck his cock in Pete's mouth was stunned at how fast he got them off.

Carlos kept up a slow, steady rhythm in his boyfriend's ass, thrusting in time with Hypnosissy's satanic pulse.

The earth shook with dark metal riffs. The screen behind Hypnosissy showed a loop of nipples, scrotums, armpits, feet, thighs, assholes, and gigantic cocks spewing cum in slow motion.

Word travelled around the room. Soon, everyone had learned that the bottom with the shoulder-length red hair and sexy freckles was Pete, Ass To Mouth's drummer. Nobody recognised Pete when he and Carlos entered the room, but they sure as hell knew him now. None of them would never forget his amazing mouth.

Carlos couldn't hold back anymore. With a moan, he unloaded deep in his sexy drummer's asshole. While there was no ass to mouth tonight, bate room attendees had no reason to feel disappointed.

After an hour, Hypnosissy's set ended and the floodlights came on. Pete's face was caked in dried cum. He must've swallowed fifteen, maybe twenty loads. Maybe even more; he'd lost count.

Carlos helped Pete to his feet. He found a towel to wipe his ...

... boyfriend's face and neck. "Are you OK?"

Pete's hair was streaked with semen. "Yeah," he replied, touching his face, "my jaw is sore, but that's to be expected. My stomach feels a little strange, though."

Carlos smiled, laughing a little. "Probably because you just swallowed a fuckin' lake of jizz."

"I feel like I've already eaten tomorrow's breakfast," Pete grinned, massaging his jaw. "That was a seriously big protein shake." His hair was a tangled mess. Carlos knew his boyfriend was a god tier cocksucker, but he had no idea until now just how cum-hungry he was.

Or maybe Hypnosissy's set had triggered him somehow. As Carlos looked back to the now-empty stage, he saw the same endless loop of a deliciously suckable dick, shooting thick ropes of sperm in slow motion, that he saw in Austin after Hypnosissy had finished that night. He couldn't stop staring at it.

The entourage decamped and headed back to the hotel. Their road crews worked long hours into the night, dismantling the stage and packing each band's gear up for transportation to the next show.

Back at the hotel, Pete showered long, washing dried cum out of his hair. He brushed his teeth for ten minutes before climbing into bed next to Carlos. His boyfriend was perched on pillows, watching the TV news, but once Pete was ready for bed, he turned the set off. He kissed Pete on the cheek. "You sounded fucking awesome today. Your drums rocked the earth."

Pete rolled over to face his lead singer. "The best thing ...