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:To celebrate 7K followers over on Twitter (@smut_j) I've posted one of my commissions - the rest being exclusive to my Patreon! Pow! Pow! Pow! Tom and Harrison were outside, in their garden, shirtless and boxing. Haz had the pads on his hands up, for Tom to punch as a workout that noon. The sun was shining but there was still a cool breeze, so the boys weren't overheating. Unbeknownst to them, Harry was inside, peering through the glass back doors into the garden, watching his sexy older brother and Harrison getting sweatier and sweatier.
“Not tiring you out, am I?” Harrison smirked, noticing Tom’s breath getting heavier. “I could do this all day.” Tom scoffed. “Wrong superhero.” Harrison teased, still feeling the power of Tom’s hits. “Who knows, maybe you’ll get as big as him one day, though. Not before me, of course.” He continued. “Oh really? I dunno, I’m catching up pretty fast.” Tom smirked, gesturing down at his body. “You are, but we all know I can still overpower you.” Harrison teased, still watching Tom punch at the pads. “Oh really? Prove it.” Tom scoffed. And just like that, Harrison flicked the padded gloves off of his hands and pounced on his friend. Arms wrapped around his waist as he lifted him up and pinned him to the ground, getting right on top of him. It happened so fast it took Tom a moment to realise where he even was. “Proved.” Harrison smirked, his diamond blue eyes looking into Tom’s brown ones. “Oh, what a shame. Now you’re on top of me, holding me down, really close…” Tom whispered, clearly turned on. “Oh, you wanted this, huh?” Harrison asked, playfully. “And what if I did?” Tom said, wrapping his legs around Harrison’s waist. “Then I guess you’ll have to pay the price…” Harrison whispered before leaning down and kissing Tom’s neck. “Holy shit….” Harry gasped behind the glass door, watching in awe as the two shirtless men were on top of each other. He could hear his brother whimpering as Harrison began biting on his flesh and watched as Tom’s toes curled. Harry unzipped his shorts and pulled out his rock hard cock, stroking it as he watched his older brother getting dominated. “Shit…” Harry whispered in awe. Tom whimpered and moaned as he felt Harrison’s bulge grinding against him. Tom shuddered as he felt Harrison’s fingers run down his defined body and pull at his shorts until finally, the larger friend broke off. Tom’s shorts and underwear were stripped off, fast, and were thrown away onto the grass. Tom’s rock hard cock slapped against his stomach as it was finally freed. “Fuck, Haz… Fuck, I want you so bad…” Tom breathed as Harrison wrapped his fingers around Tom’s shaft and pumped it, slowly. “I know you do, baby… I can see it on your face.” Harrison smirked before kissing Tom’s nose before pulling the boxing gloves off of Tom’s hands, throwing them away too.Their lips crashed back together again as Tom’s hands fumbled at Harrison’s shorts. Harry watched as the shorts slowly slid down below Harrison’s ass, getting a full view of his beautiful cheeks. “Hooooly shit…” Harry breathed, almost fogging up the glass of the back door as he stared so intently. He watched as the, now naked, boys rolled over so Tom was on top - this time his ass was exposed. Harry couldn’t believe how fuckable it looked - it made his cock throb. He soon realised what was happening when Tom began kissing his way down Harrison’s body. 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. Featuring:An orgy in the Spellman house, a blowjob in the woods between the Kinkle brothers and Ambrose gives a footjob - just another Thanksgiving in Greendale. (Ambrose’s POV)
It was intense. Myself, Luke and Nick were taking part in the orgy that was happening in my attic. Prudence, The Queen for the Feast of Feasts, requested that ourselves and her ‘sisters’ were to have an amazing orgy. I was in just my boxer briefs, taking turns between kissing Prudence and Dorcas. Meanwhile Nick was also in his boxers and kissing against Prudence’s midriff while Luke, who had a tank top and boxers on, was kissing her collarbone. All the girls were in their underwear too, with fishnet stockings on. “Ambrose?” A voice called out but I was unable to answer as lips attacked mine. “Nicholas?” We all then looked over to see Sabrina standing by the door. “What are you doing here?” She asked. “I invited him, handmaiden. And no plebe can deny a Queen on the days leading up to her sacrifice.” Prudence answered while Nick and I resumed kissing her skin. “It also helps that darling Nicky here is hornier than a toad.” “Join us Sabrina.” Nick told her. “Nicholas…” Sabrina said, unconvinced. “Or we can go to your room?” Nick suggested. “Just the two of us?” “Uh… I…” “You’re killing the mood, shepherd. Either get in or get out!” Prudence snarled. And soon, Sabrina backed out of the room. Nick looked saddened that he was declined. “Oh, come now, Nick. Let this Spellman show you a good time.” I said, before crawling over to him. Featuring:After a battle involving Thor and Loki, the God of Thunder must release his adrenaline rush. The ground beneath us shook and a loud rumble could be heard. Thunder cracked and lightning began striking down in front of us. The lights were all different colours, shooting at the floor, like some kind of aggressive, bright rainbow.
"What's happening?" I panicked. "I have a good idea." Steve said with a small smirk. Suddenly, I was blinded by a huge beam of light, shooting from the clouds to the road in front of us. "What the fuck?!" I blurted out as the car shook, violently. "Don't worry, you're safe." Steve assured me, placing a hand on my shoulder. Finally, the light dissipated and we were plunged back into darkness... "What the fuck was that?!" I question Steve, feeling confused, scared and curious. "Connor..." Steve said before switching on the headlights. A man, who was maybe buffer and bigger than Captain America, stood in front of us. He had long, blonde hair and what looked to be some kind of metal helmet with wings on it. He wore some kind of armour on his torso, but his strong, huge arms were bare and on full display. He wore what looked like blue tights or spandex on his legs, but with huge gold boots. A long, red cap bellowed in the wind off his back, making him look extremely dramatic, but even more curiously in his hand was a large... Hammer. Almost like a fucking mallet. The head of it was huge and looked like it was made of metal, and looked like a massive rectangular brick. "Meet Thor." |
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