Touched [H.S.]

Touched

Word Count: 3.5k
Kinks: masturbation, brief anal play

"Hey man, great show! It was so fucking insane!" Jeff pulled me into a hug backstage, clapping me on the back. "How's it feel to be back?"

"Great, really fucking great man." I admitted with a nod and a grin. It was my first show on the tour and it went off without a hitch. It had been 18 months since the last time I had performed in front of an audience, let alone an audience of 24,000 people. Jesus, I had forgotten the adrenaline rush I got from performing. My ears were ringing from the screams of the crowd and I was sweating bullets. I could feel my heart beating a mile a minute, my blood coursing quickly through my body, automatically choosing to pool in the region south of my belly button, causing a knot to form deep in my stomach. This shit happened after most of my shows but the urge was even more intense tonight. I needed to get to my dressing room quickly before this turned embarrassing. These fucking big-ass trousers didn't leave much to the imagination.

"I'm gonna go get cleaned up and changed real quick, yeah? We can meet up for drinks with the rest of the band if you want? In like, 30 minutes?" I suggested, pleading silently that Jeff wouldn't try to fucking hang around like he sometimes did.

"Yeah bro, sounds good. See you in 30. Drinks on me tonight!" Jeff once again pulled me into a hug.

Fuck, dude. If you knew I had a half-chub right now you wouldn't be hugging me so much. I thought to myself.

"Alright man, enough with the hugs." I said while disengaging myself from Jeff. "I'm sweaty as fuck and need to take a shower. I'll meet you out here in 30 minutes."

As I walked briskly down the corridor to my dressing room, I heard Jeff call after me.

"You killed it tonight, dude!"

Clingy bastard.

Finally making it back to my dressing room, I closed the door behind me, double checking that it was locked. The last thing I needed was someone walking in on me. Walking over to the small table next to the vanity, I grabbed one of the many black TPWK bottles filled with water and sauntered over to the couch. I set the bottle down on the coffee table before removing my pink fringe vest and tossing it on the couch.

That shit was hot but everyone seemed to enjoy it. Solid outfit choice for the first show of the tour.

Flopping on the couch, I looked down between my legs. The start of the erection that I had had right after the show was now gone. Resting my head back against the couch, I let out a long sigh. I could still feel my heart pounding against my chest and hear a slight ringing in my ears. Taking in a few deep breaths, I relaxed and let my mind wander.

Fuck, there had been some sexy women on the barricade tonight. It looked like a mix between a Cher concert and a pride parade with all of the feather boas, rainbows, and barely-there tops. People didn't dress anything like this at my last tour and I had to admit I didn't mind all the titties bouncing around out there tonight. There was one gorgeous blonde in particular that I kept looking at all night. She was holding a sign that said "Wanna see a picture of my open throat?"

Jesus. The signs. These girls had some nasty shit on their signs and I loved every fucking minute of it. Wreck me daddy, Choke me please, Spit in my mouth.

Fuck me. I wanted to do all of those things, especially to that little blonde slut with the open throat sign.

I took another deep breath and looked back down between my legs. I could feel the blood rushing to my dick once again and this time I wasn't going to let it get soft until I blew the huge load that I knew was just waiting to get released.