MOTHER FUCKER

July 16, 2022

That was far from the end of their fuckery once the Floodgates were opened, so to speak, was non-stop for hours. Stopping only to eat, get high and crash. Gerard is an absolute dark horse; For someone who smokes all day, Bert had over the last four years been astonished at just how much Gerard could smoke without ending up on his ear. Plus he's fucking hilarious when he's stoned. Hilarious and stupid horny.

It might've worked on Bert's nerves that he had to do most of the work since Gerard was in no kind of mindset to top and only giving Bert a break when he was willing to ride the younger man. Except after those first photographs were taken, Gerard was up for more - willing to pose for more. And that goddamn View. Jesus.

At one point Bert had to rush out for more lube, having run out at a crucial moment; Dick still semi-hard and completely disheveled, he rushed into the nearest drugstore, grabbed four bottles and a few sugar free Monster Energy drinks at the fridge. Then dumping all the shit on the counter for a bewildered cashier to sort the story out in her mind. "Oh and these!", noticing a box of one shot vitamin B vials. "Thanks", offering his sweetest smile and credit card.

Bert rushed back, bursting through the door, a little taken back by the sound of 'American Woman' blasting from the speakers. He was 100% sure there had been no music playing when his ass was chased out of there.

"Gerard?" he cautiously called a little worried about what fresh hell he be walking into now. Down the hall, hearing only the music and the sound of the brown paper bag in his hand, "Pretty?" he slowly nudges the bedroom door opened. 

Nothing could prepare him. Nothing.

On the absolute mess of a bed, set up against the headboard, knees up and spread, feet flat on the sheets, legs covered in nylon stockings, tight black skirt pulled up to his thighs, crisp white blouse with a bright red neck scarf in a bow like fresh blood pouring down his chest.

Bert was stunned and completely without words, while Gerard seemed oblivious to his presence - Sat there breathing hard behind the dump hair that fell down the front of his face, one hand gripped hard at his own thigh while the other explored himself down between his legs; Reaching passed all male bits to ride down on two of his own fingers. His eyes finally meet a shaking Bert. G's eyes were half closed and dangerously hungry - weak from his desire and from what he was already doing to himself.

Bert damn near dropped the bag on the floor. His heart started racing and the heat rose right up to his ears. It was the kind of site so shocking and perfect it caused physical pain in his chest and actual emotion. His cock fucking throbbed in his shorts.

"You hard?" Gerrad motherfucking moaned the words and all Bert could do was nod his head.

"Show me." 

It took Bert a second to get his mouth closed and spring into action - tossing the bag on the bed and practically jumping out his clothes. He wanted to rush right onto the bed to join Gerard but he was stopped. "Just stand there for a second. I wanna see how hard you are for her."

Bert's mind spun. He followed instruction and stood there. Body and erection on full display, watching Gerard push his fingers deeper into himself. "Ah fuck..." G was visibly shaking. Half from just how aroused he was and perhaps half from the sheer nerves running through him. He hadn't gone quite this far in years. But judging from how violently that erection was aimed at him, he got confirmation that he definitely still got the goods to pull it off. "You want me?" 

Bert hopelessly nod his head "Yes Ma'am." 

G liked that. He liked that very fucking much. "Come'n get it."

Bert stormed the bed, ripping open the drugstore bag. He's never gotten a bottle of lube open that fast. But he was in two minds because he also wanted to have a closer look at Gerard and those fingers.