Gets It Faster

Gerard held the mike high listening to the crowd roar. His smirk almost bitter as dropped the mike and blew em a fuckin kiss before marching backstage.

Gerard finished every show pretty much the same way, sweaty and with a hard on.

Tonight it was even fuckin worse. Tonight the wives had all flown out. All save his of course. His was probably out enjoying whatever after show party shed gone to after tearing it up on stage back in the States.

Why had he not considered that he and his wife would never fuckin see each other when they both toured all the fucking time?

Least the kid was with his mom. That was something off his fuckin mind.

"Fuck" He muttered under his breath as his cock brushed almost painfully against his tight black jeans as he headed into the hotel after the other lovey dovey fuckin couples. "This is just shit thats what it fuckin is."

"Hey Gerard." Bob called dragging a petit busty blonde before him. "This is Ferra. Ferra, meet Gerard Fuckin Way."

Ferra looked him up and down and Gerard heard her whispered in Bobs ear. "Hes short. Like real short, Bob."

Gerard glared at her. Great. Even Bob was shacking up and she wasnt even a fuckin fan.

"I love the way you say my name." Bob wispered back wrapping an arm around Ferras shoulders and winking at Gerard.

"Hey man." He said, pulling something out of his pocket with his other hand. "Sorry bout the wife. But I got ya somethin with you in mind man."

"Catch." He called. Tossing it to him.

It was bottle of fuckin lotion.

Gerard looked up from at the bottle to the laughing couple with a glare.

"Oh fuck you man." He muttered. Squeezing the bottle irritably.

"No man!" Bob countered with a laugh as he steered the girl away and down the hall. "Fuck YOU!"

Ferra thought this was funny shit and they laughed heading into the room next to his. Gerard watched them go and stuffed his hands in his pockets. Still holdin a death grip on that fuckin bottle of lotion.

He sighed. Closing the door and leaning up against it. "Great. Just fuckin great."

He could still hear their giggles next door and he groaned, taking the lotion out and chucking it at hir bed frame.

"Fuck." He muttered. Running his hands through his hair and gripping his head.

He sighed. Trying to clear his mind and then set about taking of his sweaty clothes with a satisfied groan.

"Fuck thats better." He groaned stepping out of his pants and tossing his shoes and socks away.

He looked at the clean neat bed and then down at his sweaty pinstriped boxers and shrugged.

"Fuck it." He muttered, hooking his thumbs in and pulling them off. "Not like Id be the only fucker sleeping naked tonight."

Still hard and still irritable he then proceeded to flop down on the bed, resting his head and back on the headboard as he stared up at the fuckin ceiling.

From the room behind him he could hear Frank talking dirty amongst a constant stream of womans moans. Frank liked fuckin, those two could be at it for the next 20 min at least.

He could also hear the giggles in Bobs room turning into moans and grunts.

Headboards banged to either side of him, so he banged his own head on his.

"Fuck." He muttered. Banging his head with each fuck. "Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck!"

Damn no smoking hotel. Damn everyone getting laid but his sorry married ass.

He looked sideways and noted the bottle of white lotion that seemed to be flirting with him.

"No." He said. Closing his eyes coolly. "Your not that fuckin desperate man."

His throbbing cock said otherwise.

"Fuck." He muttered. Opening his eyes and grabbing up the lotion. "Yes. Yes you fuckin are!"

He flicked open the top with a thumb and sniffed it curiously.

Coconut. Fucking coconut lotion. He was gonna jack off with fuckin coconut lotion. Coconut lotion that Bob had bought him.

"Fuck." He muttered closing his eyes. "I fuckin hate married life."

He heard Frank let out a hard grunt from the room behind him and sighed as he squeezed out a glob of lotion. Maybe it was just his fuckin married life.

The lotion felt cool in his hand and his cock twitched as he realised what it looked like. It looked like cum. He was gonna use coconut smelly cum to make him cum.

He smriked and shifted lowering his hand to his shaft. Kinky.

He groaned softly sliding the lotion over his hard cock. Coconut or not, that shit felt like fuckin relief.

He hissed gently and leaned his head back against the head board as he slowly pumped himself. His wedding band flickering in the low light as he jerked it.

First his thoughts went to Lyn-z and that one time she tried to finger herself off while doing a backbend and he groaned, pumping faster.

He could hear full on screams coming from Bobs room and soon all he could imagine was that big breasted blonde cuming on top his drummer. He picture her rolling off of Bob all hot and sweaty and crawling her way up his bed.

Gerard groaned, leaning his head back harder against the headboard and closing his eyes. He grunted pumping faster only in his mind it was Ferra and she had her awesome tits wrapped aroung his cock. Squeezing it between them as she pumped him on.

"Fuck." He muttered. Banging his head back on the headboard letting out a chocked groan as he came. Painting his mental image of Ferras face in coconut sented cum.

"Fuck." He breathed again. Colapsing against the headboard. His breathing coming in short pants as sweat dripped down his face and chest. Cum and sweat down between his legs. "Fuck yeah. Coconut. Fuckin coconut."


"Sounds like your putting that lotion to good use man!" Bob called from his room and Gerard blinked before chucking the bottle of lotion had at the wall.

Bob and Ferra laughed and Gerard groaned. Slipping his hand into his hair and sliding down further into the bed.

Fuckin Bob. Fuckin Coconut. Fuckin wife. Ah just fuck.

{{bella is the shit reveiws gets it faster}}