Nude Boy Story – “Gary Fucks Everybody” (1)
We blame the whole thing on the booze and the drugs. Like they say, that’s our story, and we’re sticking to it. We’d been on the road for about 100 years, it felt like. Motel after motel, stage after stage, audience after audience. The first part of the tour had been a fuckfest, until that little incident we can’t talk about for another seven years. Then the suit from the label showed up, and we became good little boys overnight. Good, bored, horny little boys. I still swear it was Don who first made the joke about fucking Gary’s ass. He swears it was me. Gary doesn’t remember.
The three of us were sitting around the motel room, blowing smoke and sucking whiskey. We were loose, and started talking about how horny we were, how much our balls hurt. Intellectual shit like that. Don and I were in jeans and nothing else. Gary was lying face down on the bed, bare assed naked. He’d just gotten out of the shower and was letting the air conditioner blow on his damp body. We were all hurting, especially Don. We all fancied ourselves superstuds, but Don wasn’t human. When he went on a cunt hunt, he stalked them by the herd. He got rock hard as we talked about how much our balls hurt. He stood, stripped off his jeans and briefs, then sat, threw a leg over the arm of the chair and started stroking his hard cock. One of the reasons we had a love/hate thing: the man just didn’t give a fuck.
We talked fucking, lit a couple more joints, and I swear I thought he was staring off into space as he played with his cock. He wasn’t. Suddenly, he said “you know, he does have a nice ass. A really nice ass.” We might have made it past that moment if Gary hadn’t raised his head, batted his bleary eyes and said “tightest fucking hole you’ll ever meet. Beg me and I might letcha fuck me.” Then he put his head back down, so he didn’t see Don go rigid, his eyes kind of blank. Don got up, walked over, slid onto the bed, and started rubbing and kissing Gary’s ass. It took almost a full minute for the sensations to melt into Gary’s brain and register as real. He took another good five minutes to realize it was Don. He raised his head, a big invisible question mark hovering over his head. I just sat and stared, my cock suddenly stiff. Fuck it, I thought, and stood and stripped. I plopped my ass back into the chair and stroked my hardon. Gary watched me intently, his eyes following every movement of my hand. I spread my legs wide, reached down and fondled my balls with my left hand and kept on stroking. Gary kept on watching. Don kept on rubbing and kissing. Then all hell broke loose. History continuation tomorrow!
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