spluttering a little.
The girls laughed delightedly.
“Have another,” the bartender said, sliding
another three glasses towards us. It was as though they appeared by
magic.
I took another drink. My head was beginning
to spin. My mind was a cloud and I was becoming majorly
relaxed.
My arms went round both girls. They were tiny
compared to my six foot two frame. They eagerly held on to me.
The redhead licked her lips.
“Now, Kurt Taylor, how would you like to do
it? What do you say to a little public exhibitionism?”
I was surprised she even knew the term, but
then, she probably knew a lot of terms I didn’t. As a newly minted
rock star, I was pretty green around the edges when it came to the
party scene.
The girls pushed me against the wall. Alex,
Steve and Tyler had their own respective admirers who were
undressing them even as their lascivious eyes darted over to
appraise what I was doing now and again.
The brunette went down on her knees. Her eyes
were full and alluring as they flashed me a molten look of desire.
She unzipped my fly. I was wearing decent underwear, thank
goodness. (Sometimes, I didn’t.)
She slipped my already hard cock out of my
underwear. I could feel my band mates’ eyes on it. Naturally, they
had already seen it when we were pissing together in common
restrooms, especially when we were on tour. But they had never seen
it hard before.
Now they were assessing my size and girth in
the penis comparison thing we men sometimes do. I did not fall
short, thank goodness. I didn’t have a humungous cock, but neither
was I on the average side (or size) of things. The brunette and
redhead seemed to think so too at the way they were
enthusiastically cooing over it.
“Ooooh, what a nice schlong you have.”
“It makes me just want to lick it.”
The brunette did this. Still fastening her
eyes on my face, she coquettishly took my cock in her mouth as
though it were a giant lollipop. The pleasure shot into my groin
and balls instantly, and I let out a groan. It had been so long
since I had a blowjob. She was an expert, and she took me fully
into her mouth and deep-throated me. My crown hit the back of her
throat, and another spasm of pleasure burst within me.
It was all I could do to hold back my cum. I
leaned back against the wall and tipped my head backward to savor
the exquisite sensations.
Meanwhile, the redhead was unbuttoning the
snaps in front of my black shirt. My skin was revealed in what must
be a tantalizing display of pecs and well-formed muscles. I was
proud of my body. I worked hard at maintaining it. Since my stage
acts and music videos frequently required me to take off my shirt,
or at least show off a good portion of my shoulders and arms, I
made pretty damned sure that there was no ounce of spare fat on my
frame. I ate right, consulted a dietician, and worked hard at
keeping lean.
So I had nothing to be ashamed of when she
finally peeled off my shirt. Several heads turned to admire my
body. The brunette worked her clever mouth up and down my length –
sucking, nibbling and alternately licking my diamond hard flesh.
Her hands groped my balls and caressed them so that delightful
tingles exploded within them, sending a fresh wave of pre-cum into
the tip of my dick.
“Ohhhhh,” I moaned.
The redhead started to kiss me. Her breath
was heady with liquor and cigarette smoke. My pre-cum started to
leak into the brunette’s mouth. She swiveled her tongue around my
uncircumcised head and dipped the tip of it into my little slit. I
clenched my buttocks and growled with pleasure.
Hands fondled me everywhere – my torso, my
abs, my buttocks. The brunette slid down my pants and underwear,
and I paused momentarily to step out of them. The whole room was
punctuated with the sounds of groans and moans coming from the now
mostly naked men.
The brunette took off her top respectively,
revealing jiggling breasts which were respectful in size. My hands
groped these. I reached out to