Roger Taylor Smut

trust

Kissing Roger was like a drug. It was intoxicating, suffocating and addictive. Anytime I kissed him, I wanted it to last forever. But sadly, all good things come to an end.

It was late one night - after one of Queen's concerts - when I wanted to try someone different than just plain ol' sex.

"Roger," I said, "Do you trust me?"

Without hesitation, he answered, "Of course I do."

"Do you trust me to do something different with you?" I asked. He nodded his head.

"Take off your clothes," I told him. He started to get excited, I could tell.

He lay there, naked, looking at me, probably expecting me to climb on top of him and ride him, but that's not going to happen - not tonight at least.

"On your hands and knees," I said. His eyes nearly popped out of his skull, "What?!"

"You said you trusted me." I reminded him.

"I know, but I-" I cut him off, "So then? Show me that you trust me." He bit his lip and nodded before flipping over.

"I never thought I'd be in this position." He told me. I just hummed.

"I want you to relax, okay?" I said while running my hands over his lower back. "Okay." He said. "What are you even doing-" He cut himself with a gasp as I smeared Vaseline on his asshole.

"You tell me if you want me to stop, 'kay?" I told him. "Mhmm-hmm." He hummed.

"You ready?" I asked. "Yes." He answered. Slowly but surely, I slid one of my fingers into his tight hole. He showed no signs of discomfort - only light gasps - so I continued to slide my finger in.

Slowly, I pumped my finger in out, letting him adjust to the new feeling. "How does it feel?" I asked.

"G-God, I love it." He moaned as I continued to pump my finger in and out. After another minute or so, I added another one of my fingers. "Oh fuck-" He gasped. "Right there, right there!" He exclaimed as I continuously rubbed the spot inside him that made his eyes roll to the back of his head.

I looked over to his cock that was twitching with anticipation. I didn't hesitate to start stroking his length while sinking my fingers simultaneously. His eyes widened, "Shit-shit!" He moaned. Roger was a mess while trying to meet my fingers and fuck my hand at the same time.

I pumped my fingers faster, enjoying the beautiful sounds coming from his mouth.

"Oh my God-" He was cut off by his own whimpering, practically crying as he grasped the sheets as if he was about to die. "Fuck, this is so good." He groaned, drooling on the pillowcase.

"I want you to cum Roger, alright?" I told him as I sank my fingers deep inside of his ass, pumping them with a quick pace while stroking his cock with the same rhythm. Roger screamed with pleasure as I kept repeating the same motion.

His face was buried in the pillow, sobbing with delight and biting down trying to quiet his moans as we were in the hotel and everyone could probably hear him by now.

I moved my hand that was on his cock, to gently cup his balls, squeezing slightly until I felt the heat in my hand. "So go-good, fuck!" He moaned.

"Are you gonna cum for me, Roger?" I asked again.

I knew Roger was close to cumming, I could tell by the way his legs were weakening and his words became more and more incoherent.

"Wanna-" He gasped, "Oh- oh shit!" He whined.

He screamed as I sank my fingers deep inside him and tightly squeezed his balls as he released his load on the mattress, his legs stuttered and his ass clenched around my fingers.

"Good job," I praised as I slowly pulled my fingers out, listening to his whining as I gave his length a few extra pumps to ride out the pleasure, his toes curling with from the overstimulation.

As he fell onto the soft mattress, the only thing he could muster was intense gasps.

"Fuck that was amazing." He mumbled once he calmed down a bit.

Slowly, he turned onto his back and looked up at me with tired eyes, but a very satisfied smile.

"Go take a shower and then I'll come to lay with you," I said giving his thigh a soft squeeze.

~

It was around eight in the morning when Roger and I woke up to get eat breakfast in the hotel lobby with the rest of the guys.

"My ass hurts," Roger complained quietly as we approached the guys at the table there were already seated at.

"I'm sorry," I told him as I gave his ass a small squeeze, causing him to slightly jump.

"It was worth it though." He whispered as we sat down at the table.

"I got you a cup of coffee before it was all gone," Freddie said bitterly, pointing to the steaming cup in front of me.

"Thanks," I said, trying to figure out why everyone was so moody.

"How'd you two sleep last night?" Brain asked.

"Fine thanks, and you guys?" I asked.

"Terrible thank you. Very noisy the entire night." Brian said. I saw Roger's face heat up as he refused eye contact with anyone.

"It was probably Roger again," Freddie said, smirking through the rim of his coffee cup.