The Adventures of Boipussy Pt. 11 - Sex Stories

The Adventures of Boipussy Pt. 11

... about being the drummer in Ass To Mouth is watching your sexy ass sway from side to side while you play. It's almost hypnotic."

Carlos let the word 'hypnotic' resonate for a moment before jamming his tongue deep into Pete's mouth. "I've never seen anyone suck cock like you before in my life," he said, stroking his drummer's thick red hair and touching his beautifully freckled face.

Sure, Pete loved to suck dick, but he couldn't remember ever being as big a cumslut as he was tonight. He didn't respond to Carlos's comment because he was lost in thought, wondering what had come over him. He wondered whether Hypnosissy's onstage visuals had triggered him in some deep, strange, unexplainable way.

Tomorrow was a rest day, and they could sleep late. They'd be travelling to New Orleans in the afternoon in time for a show the next day. There'd be plenty of time for Pete to think on the bus. For now, he succumbed to sleep.

Exit light; enter night.

Elsewhere in the hotel, a somewhat discombobulated Ace swiped his key and opened the door to his empty hotel room. The quiet felt like an anticlimax. He hadn't heard from Candii all day, though he hadn't made any attempt to contact her either. He knew she was busy, and he didn't want to distract her from her tasks.

It had been a long, eventful day for everyone, and Ace was ready for sleep. He stripped off and stepped into the shower cubicle. He let the warm water run down his long hair and across his lean body, and as he ...

... thought about the sexy trans woman he fucked last night, his cock began to grow. He squirted some hair conditioner into the palm of his hand and began to stroke himself. Images of Carlos, Pete and Candii flashed through his mind as he fired rope after rope of sperm against the shower wall.

He let the shower wash his spent cock clean, but he left his DNA to dry on the glass. He shut the water off and reached for a towel. His plan was to raid the minibar, watch some TV and sleep in tomorrow, but you know what they say about best laid plans.

His phone rang. It was Candii. He couldn't reach it in time, which meant she had to leave a message. He raced over to it and stared at the handset, knowing her words were accumulating. Eventually, he heard the beep, and he replayed her message.

'Hey, Ace,' she began, 'I'm just calling to say that Boipussy's set today was awesome. Thanks for the show! I was wondering if you'd be free for a nightcap. I've got a bottle of chilled champagne for both of us. I'm in room 811, come up and knock. We don't have to do anything if you don't want to, but... well... I really like you, Ace, and maybe we could just lie in bed with glasses of champagne, playing with each other's cocks... maybe sucking each other with champagne in our mouths... have you ever done that before?... the bubbles tickle nice... and by the way, I loved the way you fucked me last night..."

Ace didn't bother listening to the rest of the message. He threw on the minimal amount ...