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Just Like Him

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Jan 9, 2009
Aidan stepped foot on stage as he smirked out at the audience. He was the singer of his band which went by the name Memories in Advance, or MIA for short. The twenty-five year old man had spent the last three years in the same place in front of the crowds, eating up their cheers and swoons. He knew that he could live the rest of his life just like that as well.

However, being the front of the band was only one benefit of what became of his life. The man spent many free hours of his life beneath the bodies of many other men and that was just how he liked it. He was also known very well to be the whorish guy that he was and somehow made it work for his reputation in a good way rather than ruining it completely. He knew just how many people wanted his body and he used to it his advantage. Even his own band members melted all over him. They were the ones who tried their hardest to create fanservice but in reality they used the word as a way to get closer to the man. Some of them, the drummer Joseph and the bassist Derek in particular, wanted much more than mere kisses and rubs on stage. They had wanted to bury themselves deep inside his scarred body.

Then there was his after-show fun...

Aidan had gathered himself a group of worthy men who followed him around from show to show and would serve him in celebration of a good concert, even if weren't such a great show. In his eyes, they were some of the kinkiest men he could find and slowly his group became larger and larger as he found more and more men who were found worthy. After each show, he spent at minimum an hour to lay there and let his little fellowship take their turns pounding into him as well as performing any other sort of kinky act they wanted to play out at the time. Aidan experienced everything he possibly could think of, but he wanted more. He wanted to learn more. He wanted to feel something new.

Half way though the show, there was an intermission. Aidan headed out to the crowds to talk with some fans before he decided to use the restroom and perhaps to find someone to play with for a few minutes. First thing was first though, he really did have to relieve himself. Unfortunately, or fortunately depending on how you looked at it, all the urinals were taken either by other guys relieving themselves or fucking each other up against them. Therefore, Aidan found himself going into a stall. It was then that he spotted the hole in the wall and knew immediately what it was for. Loving the idea, Aiden slowly moved down onto his knees and moved a few fingers through the hole to see if there was anyone else on the other side who wanted to have some fun.
 
Multicolored lights mounted to the high ceiling shone down on the densely packed floor of the atrium, dancing across the gathered mass that had formed to watch Memories in Advance live. Weiss didn't consider himself to be a diehard follower of the group, but he did own a number of their CDs and he admitted it excited him when he recieved tickets from a friend who was a devout fan of MIA but couldn't make it for the night. Sure, she'd been quite visibly upset about not being able to attend, but didn't want to let the ticket go to waste either. Of course, she made him promise to bring back photos and videos from the performance.

Not surprisingly he'd gotten a spot some ways close to the stage. A few rows from the front, but for a sold out event that wasn't too bad. Cramped shoulder to shoulder like all the rest, Weiss had to make some effort to take shots of the stage, what with all the screaming fans waving their arms in the air in front of him. Standing over six feet in height did come in handy, and he managed to capture moments of MIA in action he knew any hardcore fan would enjoy and keep his digital camera intact. When the screams were at their most deafening, that was his cue to begin clicking the button to snap shots.

Musical tastes aside, the band was physically appealing. Even if their lead singer's lightly coppered skin was crisscrossed with scars, the dark-haired man was undeniably handsome. The way Aidan chose to go without a shirt for the whole show and expose his strongly defined torso made it seem he was proud to show off the scarrification. Weiss had heard a lot about him, though the rumors he paid the most attention to were those of Aidan having a deeply intimate relationship with his fanbase. If the brazen on stage antics were any clue, Aidan was the slut they claimed to be, but Weiss would only believe them if he saw for himself. And he didn't feel any guilt for wishing those rumors to be substantiated as the truth.

He took the opportunity during the interlude to head off to the restrooms, deciding to pick one that wasn't too close to the atrium to avoid waiting in the long lines. It was brightly lit inside, but the men's room stank heavily of piss and the floor was littered, the white tiles bearing black, grimy sole imprints of shoes. But Weiss wasn't dissuaded from briskly entering one of the stalls, swinging the door with a broken lock shut with one hand as the other worked at the belt of his black denim jeans. Bright maroon eyes caught sight of an improvised opening in the seperating board on one side, lips curling into a grin when he spotted fingers emerging through it. Shifting to face the hole in the wall, Weiss brushed the foreskinned tip of his thick, fleshy cock against the digits.
 
A sly grin slowly caressed Aidan's lips as he felt the head of the cock against his finger tips. The man didn't even need to look to see what he was feeling. After all, he had felt more cocks in his life than he could even count. Gently, he ran his fingers along what he could reach, wanting to have more and more. If Weiss looked closely enough, he could see the distinct nail polish that Aidan wore for every concert. Each nail was painted black with a white dot just on his thumbs. Normally, he didn't wear nail polish. It was just something special that he did for his shows. However, there were also many dedicated fans who knew about his little tradition so they copied him. He had already seen at least ten people who had the same nail polish design.

The man then moved his fingers away and replaced them with his tongue which he stuck out through the hole. The muscle moved around a bit, finding that its favorite organ was just out of reach. After a quick whine, Aidan moved his tongue back some but only far enough to show the mystery man beyond the wall that he had to come through in order to receive his special treatment. His mouth nearly drooled at the anticipation of being able to taste a man's cock that he couldn't even see. He loved not knowing if the man were young or old, thin or fat, ugly or handsome. It didn't matter at that point. All that mattered was that he had a cock for him to suck upon.
 
Anonymity lent a thrill to this experience, one couldn't see the other that lingered on the opposite end of this. It wasn't impossible, he could get a grip on the top of the wall and try to peer in over, or crouch down to catch a glimpse through the hole. Weiss didn't want to ruin the surprise of it yet, though. All he'd seen so far were fingers with nails painted in the same pattern Aidan of MIA wore. Plenty of fans tended to take the same design of their idol, but there was a part of him which longed for it to be the scarred singer who was in the other stall.

Heat rushed to his lines as the fingers caressed his cock, the thick member quickly hardening into it's full erect length. Weiss stood closer to the wall, one hand braced against it as he shifted his feet and bent his knees to let the sheathed tip touch against the tongue that probed through the opening. Grinning as he rubbed the head of his cock eagerly over the stranger's taste buds, Weiss drew his hips forth, pushing his erection through the opening along with his shaven sac. "Tasted good, didn't it?" Weiss leered out, the first to break the silence between them as he waited for the damp heat of a mouth to wrap around his throbbing cock.
 
At last he was offered the one thing his body longed for. There it sat before his face, just begging him to wrap his hot lips around it and give it all the love he had. The man held back for a moment, only teasing himself so that when he would finally get his treat, it would be that much better. Once again, he let his fingers caress over the delicate flesh. He could feel his own arousal itching up as he watched Weiss' member twitch in front of him with each soft touch.

He then made his move, unable to hold himself back any longer. Moving his head forward, he took no time at all before he took in as much as he could into his mouth. He found it nearly impossible to deep throat him right away but luckily for him, he had next to nothing as far as gag reflexes went. Aidan allowed himself a few minutes to concentrate on just moving his head back and forth as he sucked on the cock, letting his tongue wrap around it when allowed.

Once his mouth had become used to the intrusion, he got a bit more daring and forced the head of the shaft into his throat. He found the need to pause as he readied himself then finally, he forced himself completely onto the cock so his bottom lip pressed up against Weiss' balls. Many inches of cock buried itself down his throat, actually forcing him to stop breathing. However, just the idea drove him wild.
 
Weiss gave a shudder, the hand braced against the flimsy wall pressing hard to bring creaking from it. For a moment, he felt nothing, then fingers stroked over the heated flesh. The mouth that so readily engulfed him was what had caused his knees to shake, and Weiss found himself pressing closer to the wall, feeding his member further into the hole and deeper inside that waiting orifice. He arched his neck back, low groans spilling from his lips at the lewd sucking noises he could hear from the other stall.

With how huge he was hung, it impressed him that the stranger was willing to deep throat him. Half-expecting to hear him gag and his enormous member to fall free from the slick heat of that suckling mouth as he made an attempt to catch his breath, Weiss found himself moaning out loudly in delight. He wasn't able to see what was happening on the other side, but he could feel lips on his balls, the stranger having taken the entire length of his thickness into his mouth.

It would've worked better if that wall wasn't in the way, if he could reach out with both hands and seize the other's head with what he planned to do next. Weiss drew back slightly, pulling from the heat of the mouth wrapped around his member so he glimpsed a few inches of his own wet, coated length. His member still lodged in that mouth, Weiss began to thrust ruggedly, as far as he could go til his body touched the wall. Panting hard, Weiss grit his teeth and let loose, drawing his erection back so the mouth would be flooded with his hot, salty seed. "Fuck..." He mouthed out lowly, both hands braced on the wall as he came, a harsh shiver coursing through his body.
 
Aidan continued to lend his mouth freely for the other man to fuck. Every now and again, Weiss would end up triggering his gag reflexes but only very slightly and rarely. Aidan managed to recover quickly and continue on.

Soon enough he was given his reward for being such a good boy as his mouth was filled with the gooey white mess. Slowly, he moved back only inches to gather himself as he took the time to swallow any cum that was offered to him, savoring the delicious flavor. Some might have said cum was cum and it all just tasted like a salty drink, but to Aidan, it was different. Each man that he had tasted had a very distinct flavor, one of which he could possibly even recognize a man just by his taste. Of course, he wouldn't be able to recognize Weiss since all he could see from him was his beautiful member. However, Aidan could easily remember that specific cock for next time, but its huge length was a dead give away. There weren't too many men with an arousal that large.

Smiling softly, he rubbed his thumb over the small hole that had just given him his reward in thanks for such a wonderful treat. He then leaned forward once again just to lick the shaft clean, coating it once again in his saliva. He was as happy as he could be for the time being and had to admit that it was one of the best intermissions that he had experienced since he started performing live.
 
Weiss let out a low contented sigh, feeling his knees go weak after the orgasm as he shrank back away from the wall to lean his back on the other wall behind him and took a moment to collect himself. This wasn't his first sleazy bathroom encounter, but he'd definitely enjoyed this blowjob more than the others. Lifting a hand to brush the sweaty strands of black that clung to his pale face, Weiss pulled off the wall and stood to face the toilet, the urge to empty his bladder coming on.

The stranger had kept silent through the whole thing, and Weiss was filled with a curiosity to know his identity, thinking it'd be a waste if this encounter was to stay anonymous. He turned to look at the closed door, the broken lock allowing it to be opened with a simple push, and Weiss wondered if this would end with the stranger leaving with that mouthful of hot cum he'd just poured into his hungry mouth.

Giving a light groan as the first few droplets of gold spilled from the slit of his still erect member, Weiss put one hand on his hip, the long fingers of the other wrapped around the base of his cock. Hot, musk tinged gold sprayed out in a heavy stream, splattering the side of the toilet noisily and making quite a mess as Weiss neglected to direct his aim, though it made scarce difference to the unclean state of this place.
 
Aidan stayed where he was, listening carefully to every sound that the man made. When he heard the noises that Weiss' urine made, he had to bring his eye to the glory hole in the wall to watch him. Without even having to see him, he knew that the man was urinating but it was always something he loved to watch. He loved to watch anything come out of a man's cock. As his eyes focused, he groaned out softly and he finally knew what he wanted.

The man gave off a quiet whine before he hit the wall with his hand to get Weiss' attention. He knew that he had to move quick before the stranger emptied himself completely. To give the other a clue of what he wanted, he opened his mouth right at the hole so Weiss could see it if he looked through. He wanted test just how kinky Weiss was. He wanted to be covered in all of his hot liquids.

Just thinking about it caused him to wiggle around in anticipation. Slowly, his hand moved down and slipped inside of pants. Grabbing his own erection, he started to jack off as roughly as he possibly could for the situation. The feelings caused him to let another groan escape from his parted lips and into the stall beside him. All he needed to set himself over the edge was to have Weiss use his body as his own personal urinal.
 
Hearing the sounds of the stranger in the adjacent stall watching him, Weiss turned his head to glance at the noise of the thin wall being struck and glimpsed an open, waiting mouth that appeared at the hole. "You're a kinky bastard..." He murmured, loud enough to be heard as he knew exactly what the man behind the wall wanted. It was rare that he encountered anyone with such extreme tastes, and it made Weiss want to give him what he desired even more.

"You know, you could say something..." Weiss called out, wanting to listen to words instead of carnal noises. He grit his teeth, the heated yellow stream dying away to leave some of the unruly spray splattered over the toilet seat that'd been left down as he turned to face the hole and push his cock through it, the tip brushing over lips as long fingers stroked his balls.

"Take it, you filthy whore..." He leered, his fingers wrapping around the base of his cock to adjust his aim as the salty smelling flow erupted from the slit at the tip once more. He couldn't see much through the hole, but he'd made quite a mess on the other side. Snickering when he'd finished draining his bladder, Weiss shook of the left over droplets and pulled away from the wall, putting his member back into his pants and zipping up.
 
Aidan had heard what the man said about talking, however he still said nothing. He was only slightly worried that if he spoke up then he would be discovered. However, it wasn't the fact that he would caught doing such kinky things. Instead, he didn't want his new friend to think just because he is the singer of the band he were seeing that he couldn't be treated like the other fans. He knew that some people got intimidated when they realized who he really was.

At last the golden liquid finally came to his waiting mouth. The first squirt landed within the hot orifice which was eager to taste the warm liquid. However, once he got a mouthful, the man closed his mouth but didn't swallow and let whatever Weiss had left over streak over his face and leak down his neck and body. As soon as the last drops made their way onto his body, he opened his still full mouth, letting the rest drain down his chin.

The man had finally reached his breaking point at that moment. The hand that had been roughly stroking at his erection gave one last final tug as he came inside of his pants. Finally completely satisfied, Aidan leaned back and closed his eyes to just live in the moment.

Moments later, the singer got to his feet and decided it was finally time to show himself. He slipped from his own stall then smoothly made it to the neighboring one which held his new friend. He let his fingers easily push the stall door open when he found that it wasn't locked then he slipped inside, closing the door behind him again. Then, he had finally gotten the first good look of the man. He was relieved to see that he was actually rather handsome and not some old fat fuck. "You're really kinky..." He said in a smooth, alluring voice. "What's your name?"
 
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