One late night, Brad and I had gone out for a bite to eat before returning to the tour bus. Most of the band was probably sleeping, but we decided to spend some time alone. We were holding hands as we were going back, Brad still had some lingering musk that seeped it’s way into my nose. He was wearing a white tank top over a black jacket, a grey beanie and a pair of grey sweatpants as we made our way back over. We were just about to go in, when Brad stopped me, by pulling me backwards.
“Actually… Before we do that… I was thinking maybe we could…?” Brad asked before pulling me into a kiss. It may have started off as innocent, but Brad was soon pushing me backwards until I was pinned up against the wall of the tour bus, feeling his tongue slide down my throat. I moaned into his mouth as he reached down and squeezed my ass. “Sh-Should we really be doing this? Out here?” I whispered when he broke off, only to start kissing at my neck. “We’re in the middle of nowhere. Who’s gonna stop us? Besides, if the boys are awake, they’ll probably just film it anyway.” Brad pointed out, gently biting at my skin as I gripped the back of his curls. “Unless, of course, you want me to stop?” Brad asked, pulling away, but with a knowing smirk. “Don't you fucking dare.” I said, pulling him by the tank top into another kiss. He chuckled into the kiss before stripping his jacket off, letting it fall onto the tarmac of the empty parking lot. I gripped the bottom of his tank top, before lifting it up over his head, dropping it onto the floor and exposing his powerful tits and faint abs. “Fuck, it never gets old.” I muttered, squeezing his pecs as he went back to kissing my neck. “Let’s get these off, shall we?” Brad whispered into my ear as his fingers began fumbling at the button of my trousers, sending chills down my spine. While he nibbled at my ear lobe, the trousers fell to my ankles, leaving my legs in just a pair of blue and black striped boxer briefs that Brad knew I was borrowing from Connor. “Fuck, that’s so hot.” Brad groaned, looking down over my shoulder towards my ass, which he soon squeezed harshly. I moaned out loud into his neck vein as Brad began massaging my ass.
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It was late at night. Brad had been working hard on the next single, making minor edits at a computer in his studio. You had been sitting on the sofa behind him as he worked, keeping him company as he worked. He was wearing a pale, pink button down shirt (which was halfway undone) with a pair of black trousers. As he works away though, your phone soon lights up. You look down and see that, not only was it 12:00am, but you have a little notification telling you it’s Brad’s birthday. You get up off the sofa and come up behind him as he’s still working with his headphones on, but he notices your presence.
“Heya.” He smiled, looking a bit tired as he took his headphones off, leaving them around his neck. “Sorry, I know it's late.” “It's fine, baby.” You say, wrapping your arms around him from behind the chair, running your hands beneath the shirt and feeling his soft, warm body. “Happy birthday.” You whisper into his ear before kissing his cheek. “Mmm thank you. I didn't even realise.” He half laughs as you continue to kiss the side of his face. “I’m your boyfriend. It's my job to be on the ball.” You chuckle. “Ball? Singular?” Brad says, half jokingly as he spins around in his chair so he’s facing you. “Always so smooth.” You tease, amused as he wraps his own arms around your waist and pulls you in, so you’re soon straddling his lap. One hand travels from your waist, to your stomach, up your body until it cups your face. His big brown eyes look into your face. “I love you.” He says, softly, before pulling you in for a kiss. You softly moan into his mouth as your lips begin a romantic dance together, sliding your tongues against each other. Things quickly get more and more heated as Brad’s hard cock is rubbing against your ass. Eventually, his patience runs out. You watch as Brad rehearses for the Better music video. It's so cute, watching your big softy punching the bag hanging in front of him, to a beat. But, as time passes, he's only getting sweatier and sweatier. Eventually, the rehearsal is over and he tiredly comes over to sit next to you, on the couple of chairs lined against the wall. His breathing was heavy, his face glistened in sweat and his clothes were damp. He lazily looks over you, his brown eyes still sparkling despite half lidded. You know what he wants. You can almost hear it in his breathing... He wants your tongue.
Like it was as casual as holding his hand, you straddle his lap, feeling his fat package through his thin, short shorts. "Oh baby..." Brad whispers before your lips crash together. The smell of his sweat fills your nostrils as you grind your ass against his hardening shaft. Finally, you break off his lips and as you usually do after a concert, you run your tongue up his handsome face. You lick the salty sweat off his cheeks, up this forehead, tasting every drop of his essence. As you run your tongue down to his neck, you take hold of the zip of his hoodie and glide it down his body, exposing the bare body beneath. “Yeah, go for it, darling…” Brad lazily cooes as you push the baby blue jacket over his shoulders. His beautiful, damp chest was revealed, his dark perky nipples were eager for attention and his impressive arms dropped the blue jacket to the floor. Slowly, you slide off of Brad’s legs and kneel down on the floor, between his thighs. With your hands on his lower back, you run your tongue all over his pecs. It's drenched in sweat as you move your tongue all over it, running it through the small patch of hair in his cleavage. Your lips encase one of the nipples and gently suck on them, making a moan escape his lips. His fingers grip your hair as you swirl your tongue around his pink nub, pleasuring your tired man. Soon, Brad lifted his arms, so his hands were behind his head, showing off the drenched tufts of hair in his magnificent pits. He knew how much you wanted them. Your cock throbs in your pants as you practically lurch to the target. The intense fumes make you feel high as you lap your tongue all over his pits, practically drinking the sweat from his body. “Such a dirty bastard.” Brad chuckles as he watches you clean him off. You're like his human sponge, happy to serve. As you get to work on his other pit, your fingers hook round the waistband of his shorts before pulling them down - along with the jockstrap he had on underneath. His rock hard cock was freed - but it wasn't going to be getting your attention just yet. Instead, you lean down to lick and kiss your way up Brad’s legs, tasting the droplets of sweat from his calves up to his muscular thighs. “Ohhh yeah, baby…” Brad whispered, wrapping his fingers around the shaft of his cock and gently pumping it. Your nose is filled with the scent of his ball sweat as your tongue cleans the sweat from his slightly hairy thighs. Eventually, Brad holds his cock back, showing off his balls. “Go on, baby, I know you want it…” He says, quietly, with his cheeky smirk. You don't deny it. You take his balls into your mouth and suck the sweat off them, gulping down every delicious drop. He lazily moans as he resumes stroking his cock, watching you lick his low hanging balls clean. “Shit, baby, that's gooood…” He groans as the cock throbs in his hand. “C’mon… S-Suck me off, darling…” He tells you. You let his balls drop from your mouth, not daring to let your Bradley-Bear wait any longer. You run the tip of your tongue up the underside of his pole, before finally wrapping your lips around the precum soaked head of of his cock... Featuring:Jack wakes up in Brad's arms. It's not long before he's spending his first morning riding Brad. But soon Connor joins in too! I woke up in an entanglement of limbs this morning. As my eyes fluttered open, I figured out whose biceps were wrapped around me. Brad had his arm sprawled across my chest - as he was more or less spooning me. I looked over to see he was already awake, sleepily looking at me.
“Morning.” He mumbled with a sweet smile. “Morning.” I smiled back, before looking around. The room seemed deserted. “Where’s everyone gone?” I asked. “Gone to get breakfast. You were out cold.” Brad chuckled before giving my shoulder a kiss. “Well… I'm not used to having nights as intense as that.” I blushed. “Oh, I know, baby, you did so well.” Brad assured me, giving me a squeeze. “You certainly warmed me up to it.” I chuckled. “You were practically fucking me every morning and night when it was just the two of us.” I reminded him. “Oh yeah, well, how could I not?” Brad smirked, slowly getting on top of me as his lips began kissing against my neck. “Mmm… I'm definitely not gonna stop you…” I purred, wrapping my arms around his bare back as I felt his mouth passionately kiss my neck. “You turn me on so easily, baby… It's just not fair…” Brad whispered into my ear, sending chills through my body before our lips finally crashed together. Featuring:On his third day of work experience, James goes with Brad to the karaoke bar and finds himself on stage getting DP'd yet again... The next day, I was able to sleep in a lot longer, which was much needed. After yesterday, I certainly needed time to recover from the intense fucking. It was nice that when I woke up this morning, I was in Brad’s arms. He was already awake and watching the TV on the wall whilst I was spooning his body. When he saw me stirring awake, he gave a sweet smile before pausing an episode of Friends - though I didn't remember the episode where Ross gave Joey a blowjob.
“Morning, Princess.” “M-Morning.” I mumbled, giving him a proper hug. I noticed that Tom and Ross weren't there. “The boys are at work. Just you and me for the time being.” He mentioned. “Still up for doing some work experience at the karaoke bar?” “Oh, definitely. I can't wait to hang out with you all evening.” I beamed. “Awh, me too.” Brad said before leaning down and kissing me. “Wanna come have a shower with me?” “I'd love to.” I nodded, happily. |
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