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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Featuring:It’s the last day on set for Tom as he’s filming Spider-Man. You’re staying in the flat you both were living in during the production, patiently waiting for him to return home. You watched some movies, ate lunch, texted Harrison and did all you could to keep yourself from getting bored. So you were pretty happy when you heard the keys turning in the lock of the door. You eagerly go to greet him in the entry hallway, only to see him in a strange attire. Tom is wearing a black jacket over a pink shirt and a pair of jeans. However, underneath all that, he’s wearing the actual Spider-Man spandex. It was pretty hot…
“What are you doing in that thing?” You laugh as he chuckles at your reaction, putting his rucksack down on the floor. “Nice to see you, too.” He says sarcastically, before coming over to give you a sweet kiss. “I begged and begged and the costume department has finally let me keep this suit.” He says with the biggest grin. “And you wore it home?” You giggle. “Well, I know how much it turns you on.” Tom smirks, wrapping his arms around your waist before giving you another kiss. This one was far more passionate though. He wasn't wrong, either. You feel the Lycra fingers run up the back of your shirt, stroking your spine and sending chills through your body. He gives a small laugh into your lips, knowing he had all of you. You pull at the jacket, stripping it off of Tom’s arms and letting it drop to the floor. “Mmm fuck… Bedroom. Now.” Tom soon growls, breaking off your lips. “You got it, Spider-Man.” You smirk, taking his hand. Featuring:The flight back wasn't too different than the flight over, except the rest of the family has gotten involved... “Where’s my fucking toothbrush?” I yelled as I was looking through the bathroom’s cabinets. Today we were going home after the most amazing, wonderful, sexiest holiday of my life. It almost felt like I had been reborn, with a new lease on life.
“I got it, I got it, Oliver. I already packed it in our wash bag.” Tom told me, coming into the bathroom. He was wearing a pink t-shirt and a pair of white short shorts. “Oh, thanks.” I smiled, giving him a sweet kiss. “Mm, my pleasure.” Tom winked, before we came out of the bathroom. “You can thank me in more ways than just words though.” He smirked, running a hand down my back before squeezing my ass. “Nope, not right now. We gotta leave in like 10 minutes!” Dad told us, coming over with his suitcase. He was wearing a grey tank top that showed off his powerful arms and a pair of black shorts. “Fiiiiine.” Tom pouted. I hurried back to my bedroom, which I had slept in with Ross last night, who was there zipping up his own suitcase. He was wearing a white tank top and a pair of mid length, blue shorts. “Looking forward to the flight?” Ross smirked, reminding me of our last one. “Fuck yeah.” Featuring:Bruce is homeless and desperate to get enough money to return to the USA. He soon faces no other choice, but to fuck for money... Bruce was hungry, weak and almost naked as he begged for money on the streets of Guatemala. After his rampage at the factory, Bruce couldn't remember much. He woke up in a forest, naked except for a pair of ripped, baggy, brown pants. It was looking dire, and simply asking for money wasn't going to be enough - especially if he wants to make it to the states. So one evening as the sun was getting low, Bruce found himself on a street corner that he knew was next to a brothel and just waited. He was still just wearing his baggy, brown pants with no shirt on, his hairy, sexy body bare and exposed. Men and women were coming in and out as Bruce just hoped somebody would take the hint. Finally, almost an hour and a half later, a latin couple came over. A man with an open buttoned shirt and shorts, then a woman with a simple yellow dress - Bruce could tell she wasn't wearing anything underneath from the hard nipples showing through the fabric.
“I think we found one.” The man smirked. “Mmmm, I want this white slut.” The woman purred, biting her bottom lip. “Just give me money and I'll do whatever you want.” Bruce offered. The couple exchanged excited smirks. “Then you’d better follow us.” The man told him. Featuring:Felix must fight his inner demons in the form of his friends, whilst on the mission to save his parents in Trigon's dreamscape. Can he do it? I woke up, confused. As my eyes fluttered open, I looked around the room to realise… It was my old childhood bedroom. I quickly jumped out of bed, looking around at the bright yellow walls, the small desk I had and the posters of TV shows I watched as a kid. I looked in my mirror and I was still the same age. I was still 20. I was wearing nothing but a pair of navy pyjama bottoms. I opened my door and went down the stairs to find… My parents. They were sitting at the kitchen table, eating breakfast. My father, with his dark hair, tall figure wearing a white polo shirt and grey pants. My mother, wearing a pink floral dress and her long brown hair tied back in a ponytail. Was I dead? Was this heaven?
“Mum? Dad?” I whispered. “Oh, good morning sweetie!” Mum grinned. “Hey, sleepyhead.” Dad added. “What… What’s happening?” I asked, sitting down. “Breakfast of course!” Mum smiled, gesturing towards a plate in front of me with sausages and a fried egg. “But… I don't… I don't understand.” I said, looking around the kitchen, seeing pictures of family photos on the walls. “Don't be too long, kiddo. The babysitter will be here soon.” Dad told me. Babysitter? “Where are you going?” I asked, utterly confused. “Don't you remember? Daddy and I are going to the mall to get you your Christmas presents.” Mum smiled. Goosebumps ran through my entire body. It dawned on me. This was the day they died. “No!” I blurted out. “I don't need Christmas presents. Stay. Please?” I said. “Don't be ridiculous. Your father’s new job means he can afford to get you some really special gifts.” Mum grinned. “I don't need them. Please!” I said, feeling sick to my stomach. Then suddenly, there was a bright, white flash and they were gone. They disappeared from the table and instead, sitting across from me was… Rachel’s Dad… Technically my Dad, too. He was wearing the same black suit. “Relax, Felix.” He said. “What the fuck are you doing here? What have you done to me?” I snapped, standing up angrily. “I'm giving you a chance. I'm giving you a chance to save your adoptive parents.” He told me. “Who are you?” I asked. “My name is Trigon. I am your birth father, but I know you love your adoptive parents. So I'm giving you the chance to save them.” He told me, standing up. “Why are you doing this? Aren't you supposed to be the destroyer of worlds?” I frowned. “No. I fix them. I heal worlds.” Trigon assured me, stepping closer. “I'm sorry for what happened, but I'm here to help you now. I want to help you fix your past.” Trigon explained to me. “How… How am I supposed to save my parents? And… This isn't even real. Is it?” I questioned as he stepped intimately closer to me. “It doesn't have to be. It'll help you feel better. It'll help you gain some closure and some peace.” Trigon told me, before reaching out and cupping my face. “I'm here for you. I'm here to grant your wish.” He whispered. Tears formed in my eyes as I looked up at him. Perhaps… He wasn't all bad? “Will you let me do that?” Trigon whispered, his face intimately close. “Okay.” I said. And then, he leaned in to kiss me. My eyes widened as I felt his arms wrap around me. I didn't know what to do at first, until I just decided to give in. I began kissing back, which encouraged him to attack my lips rougher. |
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