The story of a lonesome ol'Jerome

*Gwyn’s POV*

What!? No… Andy was… tucking me into bed! I peeped open an eye, and saw he was reaching for the light. No fucking way! No way! I sat up- time to take matters into my own hands again. “Biersack!”

Andy whipped around, dropping his hand from the lamp. “Gwyn? Uh, yeah? Is-“

Fuck, I was not at all the master of seduction. But if I didn’t work my shit, I was not going to get any buttsex, and I was not wanting to try it for the first time on a motherfucking tour bus bunk. Especially not given Andy’s ridiculous package. Well, fuck, here goes…

I pushed off the covers and got on my hands and knees with my best sultry, disappointed look. “-I thought, I just…” I trailed off and sighed, looking sad, then rested my head on my arms, leaving my ass high in the air behind me.

Andy looked from my finest pouty face to my butt, while flexing his fingers rhythmically, then fussing with his hair for a second. “Uhm. Are you not sleepy?” I noticed Andy had tossed the used, but empty, condom from earlier.

I nodded. “It’s a priority, but I have another one, too. I mean, If you’re still interested?” I wiggled my butt and raised an eyebrow, then licked my lower lip a little, actually by accident. I really had been looking forward to it, I was NOT done for the evening. It had been such a loooooong time. Ok, I was undeniably nervous, Andy was fucking huge for anal, but if he was patient, I thought it would be amazing.

“Yeah, oh, definitely! Oh! Yes! What do we need?” The look on his face was, without doubt, far more adorable than a kid on Christmas morning: an Andy on an Anal Evening. He made an excited, little sort of clap and then almost like ‘jazz hands’ while he was talking. It made me smile, he was such a cute weirdo.

“Just stay put for a sec.” I went to my ‘sex stuff’ drawer and gathered some H20 Joe lube, four fresh condoms, my skinny vibrator, my candy-cane vibrator (a little wider and longer, but still not as thick as Andy), my sex towel, and a glove if Andy felt like it. I loaded both vibrators with charged batteries. When I turned around, I saw Andy was already mostly hard, eyes twinkling, and practically quivering with anticipation. Uh-oh. “Remember, Hot-shot, this is going to have a really slow start.”

“I know! I’m just really excited.” He was beaming.

"I can see that." I smirked at Andy. "It's impressive." Grinning, Andy tried to get grabby, but I gestured for him to stand up so I could lay the towel down. Without his dick in my vag, I might squirt, and we didn’t need a puddle to try and sleep in. I went to lie down, but Andy put a hand on my shoulder. “Hey.” I looked up at him, and he pulled me to him, hugging me close. We held each other for a moment, and his slender, firm body was warm against me. Andy really was pretty tall, I wasn’t used to having to look up that far at people anymore.

As Andy leaned down for a romantic kiss, he accidentally jabbed me with his boner and we both started laughing. “Fuck! Ok, ok, restrain that thing for a second, jeez!” I giggled and laid down on my back, with the pile of implements next to us. Andy surprised me my clambering on top of me and hovering over me. “You goof! Go back down at the end-“

“-No! I want a kiss, dammit!” I had time to feel some of the bricks in the wall surrounding my heart crumble to dust as I looked at Andy’s wide smile and his bright eyes before he pressed his lips against mine, I welcomed his tongue into my mouth, and dipped mine into his. I hadn’t known how much I wanted a kiss too.

I had always thought that no one would ever be able to kiss me as well as Drake had, he had been very sensual, very talented. But when Andy and I kissed, I felt like there had to be some kind of fucked-up exchange of electrons going on, some kind of scientific explanation for what I felt. I didn’t exactly believe in souls or any of that shit. But I felt like his energy, his signature, his Andy-ness, touched my own, and together, there was always a new and amazing reaction. Maybe some kind of amplification or resonance. Like an endless Fibonacci spiral of sensation that set off the neurons of my brain and body by the seemingly simple physical movements and their perceptions by touch, pressure, and taste receptors. In essence, Andy made it exceedingly difficult to concentrate when he kissed me because I was mentally, physically, and emotionally reacting/exploding.

Andy broke our kiss and moved to sitting up between my spread legs, and I propped myself up on my elbows. Andy rubbed one hand along my thigh and started slowly stroking himself with the other. He eyed me hungrily. “Andy, don’t distract me,” I chided him, only half-kidding. It was hot when he did that and I wanted to be able to focus and for him to pay attention. He was about to attempt to drive a semi into my ass, for fuck’s sake.

Andy put his hands behind his back. “I’m sorry, Doc. You’re just,” and he made with the most profound eyebrow action yet, his left one especially reaching for the heavens, “scrumptious.” I summoned all my powers of resistance and just shot him my own, vastly inferior, raised eyebrow right back at him. Andy pseudo-sulked for a moment before asking, “Ok, what should I do, my anal empress?”

I snorted. With luck, Andy would introduce me to friends, loved ones, bandmates, tourmates, and any press (if that truly, absolutely had to happen- yuck) with some other term of endearment. “Well, start with something small, lots of lube, and go slow. If you want to be extra gentle, you can start with one finger, that’s what the glove is for. Then you can try two fingers. The next step after fingers is to pop one of the condoms on the skinniest vibrator, the purple one, and turn it on, and do the same thing. After that, upgrade to the candy cane one. After you feel like you can go pretty quickly with that one, pop the last condom on yourself, cover yourself in lube, and go ultra-slow. Ok?” By the time I was done, Andy already had the glove on and his fingers were lubed.

“Is it ok if I touch your clit and your pussy with my other hand?” Andy was so excited, I felt him gently caressing around the outside of my rear opening, massaging gently, his eyes twinkling.

“Of course, just don’t, you know, go back and forth.” I laid back and tried to relax, enjoying the feeling of Andy rubbing circles around that spot that was so forbidden, so taboo.

“Of course.” Andy nodded and I felt him part my outer labia, then my inner labia, with his other hand, then begin a slow, steady rhythm around my nub. The two sensations together were heavenly. Mmmm…

I felt pressure at my rectum, and then I felt Andy’s finger inside me. Per the usual, it was neither pleasant or unpleasant, at first, just odd. “You ok?” I nodded, started to breathe a little heavily from Andy’s attentions to my now-swollen button. I felt him start to move deeper, and then a very slow pace began. For a few minutes I just felt odd. But soon it happened- the weird conversion. I had the urge for more, for him to put the finger deeper, to go faster. I moved my hips to meet him a bit, and he noticed. “You, you like it?” I nodded again.

“More, please, Andy.” I saw he bit his lip as he took his finger out, then very, very slowly re-entered with two. It felt strange for just a moment before I wanted more movement. “Faster. Mmmph... please.” Andy started with a slow rhythm once again, but my insistent movements soon had him going at a respectable pace. I resisted the urge to be stupid and tell him to skip any steps in our plan. “Andy, toss your glove, purple one!”

I had been panting, but Andy needed both hands to ready the skinny vibe. It took willpower not to writhe and just lay still and be patient. Relief poured over me when I heard the sound of a vibrator coming on.To my embarrassment, I let out a sound halfway between a mewl and a whimper, and I heard Andy chuckle. I felt his long, strong fingers start to work their sorcery on my clit again and I groaned, making him chortle again. “Ready?” I nodded, feeling the vibrating tip at my opening, eager.

As Andy eased the skinny vibrator in, I felt the peculiar, neutral sensation for a short bit. Not quite uncomfortable, but not great. He started to work it, and it went easily. I was disappointed to feel indifferent to the buzzing activity in my ass, despite loving Andy’s touch on my swollen nub. Just as I was beginning to doubt the pleasure I had felt earlier, the conversion happened again, and, just as it always did, came the memory that I always had to be more patient than I thought, every single damned time.

Mmmm… I urged Andy faster, and deeper, then faster still. The vibrations and movement were creating a tingling warmth in that illicit space that started to spread and merge with the sensations from my clit and I wanted more. I found myself clutching at the pillow and starting to pant again. When I was pretty confident that I was comfortable with my trusty purple friend, I knew it was time for the exchange. “Next, Andy, next!”

I laid there, waiting, eager to be fucked, trying to be good. I bit down on my lips, hard, so I wouldn’t tell Andy to skip the candy cane vibrator altogether. I was so wet I felt my desire start to run from my more commonplace entrance, down to slick over the focus of the moment. ‘Sorry cunt,’ I thought, ‘you’re a hog and get most of the attention anyway, you’ll live to fuck another day.’

Andy made short work of the candy cane vibrator- I took it all easily, and it felt awesome quickly. He was pumping me with it in less than a minute. Andy withdrew his hand from my now quite swollen, dark-pink clit to stroke himself, and when he was fully hard, he discarded the vibrator, put on the last condom, and coated his cock with lube. I felt him resume his efforts with my engorged nub, but at a slower pace.

“Ok Doc, I need you to tell me when to start and when to stop, and when you want me to go faster or slower, especially at first, ok?” He bent down and kissed my knee. I nodded, lusty and impatient. It was obvious Andy felt the same, but was favoring caution.

I felt the head of his cock pressing against me, and it felt impossibly large. There was no way it would go in. All that for nothing. I was about to tell him to give up and just fuck me where we knew he could fit, when my sphincter gave under the gentle, constant pressure, and let the head of Andy’s cock in. I hissed quietly and made a face like, well... I guess you could say like I hadn’t had anal sex in some 4-odd years, and I had decided to break the trend with a real humdinger. It certainly wasn’t the most painful anal start I’d ever had, thank goodness we’d prepped so much, but this wasn’t all roses, either.

“Gwyn?” I peeked up and saw that Andy looked terrified he had hurt me, he hadn’t moved a millimeter. “I want to kiss you but I’m afraid to move. Are you ok, should we stop?”

“It’s ok, just give it maybe a few more seconds. No, we don’t need to stop, I just need to passively relax. It’s ok, Hot-shot.” I managed to waggle my eyebrows at him.“ Just wait.” Andy nodded and decided that was clearly a good indication to stick a couple fingers in my pussy and start rubbing my clit with his thumb. I decided that was a most excellent idea too. Andy had the best ideas ever.

“Mmmm…ok, Andy, go just a little more, ok?” I felt Andy move, perhaps, one nanometer. The look on his face was honestly totally hilarious. So tender and caring, paired with an extreme fear that he was going to impale me, ripping through my colon, causing me to die of internal bleeding, layered with a lust that was clearly telling him that the hole was there, it was warm, what was the hold up? I was going to laugh, but Andy curled his fingers in my lady business just right, and I moaned. He had magic fingers .I felt his dick throb. “More, more!”

Andy, looking worried, slid, very slowly, deeper and deeper, letting out a low groan. “Uhn, fuck, Gwyn!” He took a few deep breaths, furrowing his brow in concentration, struggling to hold still. “You feel amazing, are you ok?” I realized the pain was down to an almost imperceptible ache.

“Kiss me.” I reached for Andy, wrapping my legs around his waist and my arms over his back as he moved carefully to a more missionary position and bent to kiss me softly. I smiled at him reassuringly as his lips met mine. “Mmmm…more, Andy….”

Andy hovered over me, watching me carefully for signs of discomfort as he obliged my request. I felt him slowly pull back, and I nodded, coaxing him onwards, no longer painful. I could see the fervent desire in the way Andy was looking at me, how he had stopped talking or making much sound, I could feel it in how tense he was- he was having to fight to keep himself in check. I brought myself towards him, urging him on, and he was fully inside of me again.

“A little faster, Andy, please, uhnn!” Andy started a slow, steady tempo, tensing further, and getting even quieter as his breathing grew a bit harsher. He stared at me intensely, almost scowling. “More, uhn, fuck!” Suddenly, the weird change came, that transfiguration from a sensation of the abnormal to one of the extraordinary, and it was overwhelming. “Oh, god, Andy! Fuck! Just, it’s ok, you can go as fast as you want now, that feels amazing, fuck you have a huge cock!”

Andy paused for a second or two, reaching up to touch my face, smiling.Then he nailed me so deep and hard, I could hardly tell what was happening.Instantly, I was moaning and clinging to Andy as he clutched one of my breasts in his hand and plowed into me.“God, your ass is so fucking tight, you’re so fucking hot, shit, ugh!”Straight away, the licentious, deviant pleasure pulsed through my core with each of Andy’s penetrating thrusts.Andy let off streams of curses and praise for me and my ass as I held on for dear life.

We were kissing when I felt a sort of warning, fierce ache- stop now or it will happen. Andy continued pounding into me with his furious pace, and I gripped his back tightly, clawing with my short fingernails. It was too great, my nerve endings were flooded, Andy had taken me to my very core, I couldn’t hold back much longer. “Andy, I, uh-“ I gave in to the hedonism, raising my hips to meet his, feeling him plunge so deep within me, he had to be spearing my heart.

Andy’s breath hitched and was suddenly very ragged. “Gwyn, fuck!” He growled loudly, his gaze fiercely intense, as he shot his load inside me.

Seeing Andy that way pushed me over my own precipice immediately. My hips jerked spasmodically as I came, my first anal orgasm in many years, gripping Andy’s back, squirting a small stream of clear liquid out of my urethra, my eyes rolled back in my head.

I gathered later on that I passed out after that, when I came-to, and Andy was tucking me in for the second time that evening. I was too out of it to deal with my CPAP, and we had hardly any time to sleep anyway, but I made myself roll to grab my nightguard and pop it in. Andy grinned at me, his hand on the lamp. “My nightguard, I grind my teeth,” I said, sleepily.

Andy flipped the light off and snuggled up next to me. I turned my head and kissed him, then grabbed my pink bear to hold. I have always slept with stuffies. I was out again almost immediately.

Notes

i'm off to aftershock! while i hope cc isn't too painful to play, my priority is his health. i don't want him to be in agony or do irreversible damage. poor dude.

while i'm in CA, i recommend going HERE, to check out no love for the sick, who is awesome, as well as HERE, to check out writing is my happy time, as riseofthemuffins is awesome, since i figure you dudes already know all about all the cool stuff on this website. if you are rude to either of these blogs, you don't deserve to live (by the way).

i saw Ghost no, not Devin 'Ghost' Sola, this Ghost:

dude, they were fucking awesome as shit! i took an incredibly shitty video of them playing 'Ritual,' but the sound is really terrible, so i wouldn't judge them by it:

Ghost play 'Ritual' on 10/21/15 at the Roseland in PDX

ok, so, on to the QOTD- this one is a secret quiz! ( @kellyrages , you may know the answer to this too easily- don't spill the beans, damn you!):

If you have ______, you have everything.