It's still October
A few more Cocktober submissions for your consideration:
Robert had assets and he liked to show them off.
Jimmy looking blissful. Is the cord from his guitar somehow hitching up the crotch of his pants? It could be a trick of lighting, but he looks a lot more than "average-sized."
Robert's jeans cockfaded due to his magnificent tool. Faded in the pattern of an erection.
Jimmy's cockfade, also in the pattern of an erection, probably caused by grinding against the guitar.
Let's finish up with a revealing side view of Robert, who is anything but average-sized.
Happy Cocktober!
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Flipping and Fucking
The hotel bedsheets are still cool and smooth under you, and you squirm happily in anticipation. You can’t wait until they’re warm and rumpled from your frantic bodies.
Brendon emerges from the bathroom with a self-assured smile, his tour pants still slung low on his hips. His subtle v-lines protrude from the waistband, and it’s obvious that with just a minuscule tug down, you’d be able to see where they don’t-quite-meet. He saunters towards you, relishing that the two of you have all the time in the world.
You yank your eyes from his abs and burgeoning erection to his right hand. He’s holding one of your vibrators, a small pink wand that you surreptitiously tucked into his bag before he left. You’re sure that was a fun surprise going through airport security.
He stops. The right side of his mouth quirks up, and his eyebrows raise. “Babe?”
You bite your lip, trying not to smile. “Mhm?” you respond coyly.
“Does this belong to you?”
You pretend to think for a moment, putting your finger to your temple. “Hm, doesn’t ring a bell.”
Brendon keeps his gaze laser-focused on you as he tosses the vibrator in the air. It flips once before he catches it easily, flicking it on. “Do you need a reminder?” He closes the rest of the gap to the bed, and crawls on top of you, nestling the pulsing vibe against your clit.
You give in and grin, nibbling his lip as you push your hips up. His demeanor falters slightly at the sensation of the vibrations against his cock. “Did you mic flip my vibrator?” you ask incredulously, amusement playing across your whole face.
He laughs, kissing you deeply before pulling away to answer. “Old habits die hard, darlin’. Tour ended today, I can’t be expected to lose my showmanship immediately,” he teases.
You squeeze a hand between your bodies and squeeze the swelling in his pants hard. He chokes, thrusting forward into your grasp. “Oh no, baby, I love the showmanship. In fact…” You let yourself pause, knowing he won’t interrupt you. You run your thumb teasingly over the throbbing bulge before moving down to cup his balls gently. “I think you should put on a little show for me right now. Strip. Strip while I touch myself with this toy you’ve so generously kept safe for me.”
Brendon clambers off of you eagerly to stand next to the bed. He undoes his belt expertly, and unbuttons and unzips his pants before peeling the leather down his thighs. The sight of his flushed cock makes you moan and bear your toy down against you.
“Fuck, Bren, baby, you have the most perfect cock,” you cry, squeezing your thighs around the toy. You reach out and drag your finger along his length, and he twitches under you, precome beginning to amass at his tip. “Oh god, I love how you respond to me.” You moan as you increase the vibration speed. Your muscles tighten, and you know your peak is soon approaching.
Brendon crawls back on top of you, and the feeling of his bare erection against your skin is incomparable. For both of you it seems since he’s rubbing against you desperately. He sucks a nipple into his mouth, and you groan, not bothering to hide any of your pleasured noises. It’s nothing the band members next door haven’t heard before. You both know it gets them hot and bothered, and you love seeing proof of your excellent sex lives when the crew and band flush seeing you the next day. “Fuck, Brendon, so good.”
You don’t have to say anything else, he knows your body well enough. “Come for me,” he urges, and that’s all you need. You convulse and soak both the bed under you and Brendon on top of you.
He moans, biting your shoulder, and you know he not-so-secretly loves when you squirt for him. He didn’t write a whole song about it for nothing.
“This toy always makes me come so hard,” you pant, switching it off. Brendon continues to rock against your heat wordlessly. “It’s why I packed it for you. You know I didn’t wash it first, right? I’m such a filthy girl for you Brendon,” you whisper, your tone sultry. Brendon makes a strangled moan, and you continue. “Wanted you to be able to smell and taste this pussy whenever you wanted, baby boy. But I know it’s not as good as having me here for real.” You slide the toy out from the folds of your cunt and press it against Brendon’s lips. He sucks it into his mouth eagerly. “Did you use this when you touched yourself, Brendon?”
Brendon doesn’t answer.
“Oh come on, honey. Don’t play dumb. I know you touched yourself this tour. I saw how hard you got on stage every night. My slutty boy. Know you jerked that perfect cock and imagined it was me. Imagined me letting you come on my tits,” you fantasize aloud, your clit starting to throb again. “Even some nights we couldn’t do phone sex because of the bus, I heard your breathing get louder throughout the call. I know you were getting off to your girl’s voice."
Brendon whimpers in agreement, and you take the toy out of his mouth, replacing it on your clit. “I put it on the head of my cock,” he confesses. “Imagining you using it on yourself,” he swallows, “fuck, it got me there so fast. Embarrassingly fast.” He’s red and panting, and you’re starting to take pity on him. He’s been so good for you.
“Oh my pussy slut,” you say affectionately. “Can you come for me, Bren? If you come on me, I’ll be able to come again.”
The thought of your orgasm is what does him in, and he tenses hard as he lets go on top of you. You’re happy you’re on birth control as warm come drips down your pussy. You wrap your legs around him and come too, this one rolling through you.
He places a sweaty, sticky kiss to your forehead, and you don’t know where your body ends and his starts. You’re just one fucked, exhausted heap.
You yawn. “Can we sleep in and get shitty hotel breakfast tomorrow morning?” you ask weakly, smiling at the thought.
“Hell yeah,” he murmurs before drifting off.
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Because it is October
I just found out that Cocktober is a thing so yeah, I have lots of these. For, um, reasons.
A perennial fave because Robert loves performing with Jimmy and it shows. Let's take a closer look
Jimmy was no slouch either. He seems to be having a good time here:
See below - is Jimmy sporting a huge boner while side-eyeing Robert's crotch?
Some of these may just be a trick of the lighting, but where's the fun in that? Happy Coctober y'all
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