Hard Rock and Laughter

“I look down, HE’S SUCKING MY COCK! Yah he’s got me bunched up in his mouth and he’s tryin’ ta…and I’m like DUDE, DUDE WHAT THE FUCK DUDE?? And he’s hammered and he’s like ‘skadlkd sssss akdskjs I’m drunk and suckin suck suck’. And I’ll never forget what I said, I looked right at him and I said YOU FINISH UP AND YOU GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE!!”

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Dane Cook had just finished up his set for the night. He’d once again told his favorite story, of the gay roommate he once had that gave him a blowjob one night when he was drunk. He always told the story like he was kind of disgusted by the whole thing… to hide the truth.

The truth was that Dane hadn’t been able to stop thinking about that moment since it happened. Every time he got head from a girl, his mind would swim with images of hot guys in no shirts and EXTREMELY tight pants. No matter how much he tried to get into girls, since that night he hadn’t been able to.

Lately however, Dane couldn’t stop thinking about one guy in particular. David Draiman was a veritable rock god; in his leather pants and second skin shirts…and those animal-like noises that ripped from his throat were the sexiest fucking thing that Dane had ever heard in his life. Anytime he saw a picture, heard a Disturbed song, or saw an interview with the sexy front man, he’d be hard faster than he could even register he was turned on. He knew he’d never get what he wanted; he had to settle for the stupid bimbos that followed him everywhere he went for sexual release.

It wasn’t working.

(A/N)....it gets steamier...do you like it at all??