Live Performance

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The crowd was screaming, the smell of sweat was ripe on the air, the beat of the drums was pounding through his ears and the hum of his guitar was coursing through his body. He loved this...this was the part of his life that made the other bull shit worth it all. He could forget about the interviews, the same monotony of boring questions asked a hundred times a day, only to be repeated in each new city they got to. And the screaming girls, desperate for his attention. In the beginning he had loved it, fuck somedays he still did, but it was tired and old. But this..performing live in front of thousands of people. That was the biggest payoff he could have ever imagined. The overwhelming thrill of knowing these people wanted to see them, to listen to the words he had written, to dance to the music he had composed. It was like being stoned on a drug you could never buy. It was a high you had to work for but it was worth it. And as he sang the lyrics Billie Joe felt the stirrings in his dick. He wasn't worried or surprised, it was something that happened often, it was a big turn on for him. He looked over at Mike and saw that he was in his zone, not paying attention to much of anything but the music. As Billie Joe played his guitar, it kept rubbing against his growing errection, sending pleasurable jolts through his body. There was still over half the show left, so he had a long time to suffer before he could do anything about it.

'Do you have to wait?' He heard that voice that usually got him arrested or in trouble asking. He thought about it, he usually did a spit in the gig where he stuk his hand down his pants and pretended jack off. What if he really did it this time? Who would know? They would just think it was him fucking around like usual. The more he thought about it the harder he got, near throbbing actually, and every bump from his guitar "Blue" was making it worse, or better for that matter. He figured when he actually got to put his hand on his cock he would cum within seconds. As he got closer and closer to the point where he would be jerking off in front of thousands of people he got even more excited.

'Fucking pervert.' He said to himself and his dick twitched in agreement. The crowd was cheering, his heart was pounding, Mike and Tre were repeating the music, a steady rhythmic beat, almost hyptnotised him, putting him in a spell where he had no control over himself. He started with the usual growly.

"Are you ready?" The crowd cheeered and instead of repeating it he just shoved his hand in his pants, no longer able to or wanting to wait. When he finally had his had on his dick, he shivered in anticipation, the roar of the crowd now just a low murmer in his ears. He was wearing boxers, like always, briefs just got in the way and tonight he was grateful for his dislike of tight undergarments. He felt the warm heat, a bit sweaty from running around and performing and then felt his own smooth hardness against his fingers.

"Oh yeah." He groaned as he wrapped them around his dick. Not even caring that his groan was not faked like usual and didn't sound fake to those used to hearing his "act". Immediately began to stroke himself, squeezing hard around the shaft, pumping his hand fast and furious.

"Mmmmmmm." He barely registered that the crowd was screaming and that Mike was looking at him strangely. He was already sweaty from the hot lights and the physical toll of a concert, but new beads of sweat started to roll down his face and back. He was close, so fucking close he could have cried. He kept his eyes on the crowd, getting off on the idea of all these people watching him jack off. His balls were tightening up and he glanced down and locked eyes with a pretty brunette, a bit young for him but she was sexy with full red lips and dark eyes. She was bouncing around with the rest of the crowd and the sight of her lucious tits, bobbing up and down was the final straw. With a tortured,

"Oh God." He came in his pants, he had managed to keep most of it off his hand and wiped the wetness on the inside of his boxers and then pulled his hand out, grabbing his guitar with a happy grin and jumped back into the song.

The End