Ryan was in his room, playing his gorgeous mint green Fender Strat. He loved the hell out of her, always using her for shows during their tour. So, here he was, plsying her for hours a day.
Ryan plugged in his guitar, putting on his bulky headphones soon after. He'd rather keep his hearing while rocking out. He turned up the volume a hefty amount. Enough to where he could hear it well through his headphones and enough to where he could feel the vibrations rattling in his chest.
He strummed his guitar, not playing any chord in particular. With the way he was situated and the fact he was only wearing boxers and a baggy tee, he could feel the vibrations well. Maybe a little too well.
The guitar sent buzzes straight to Ryan's clothed cock, making his gasp and squirm for a moment. With how he was situated, his guitar was pressed right against his crotch. Ryan brought his left hand up to the fretboard and fingered a random power chord, resulting in more strong vibrations going straight to his dick.
"Ah," He audibly whined at the feeling, hips instinctively bucking against the guitar for some much needed friction.
As badly as he wanted it, Ryan wouldn't let himself directly touch his dick against the body of his prized guitar. He thought that would be taking it a little far. But, he was fine with practically dryhumping it and using it as a vibrator.
As dirty as it was, it felt good.
Ryan starting playing 'Lying Is The Most Fun...' o. his guitar, the rhythm making Ryan squirm and whine. He knew he was rock hard beneath his guitar, he was desperate for release.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck," Ryan grunted, strumming faster than before.
To anyone outside of Ryan, it sounded like he was practically abusing his guitar, noodling and messing around. Well, he was definitely messing around at least. He tried to strum at a decent pace and try to edge himself for a little while, but that definitely wouldn't work.
Ryan decided to give up on strumming anything particular, now he was just trying to find what chord struck him the best. He found it to be an open G of all chords. He strummed as quick as he could, moaning and whimpering.
He walked over and turned his guitar up louder, hoping to get strong vibrations. Boy, was he right. He gave a strong strum, thighs and cock twitching as the buzzes pulsed through his groin.
He pushed himself back against the nearest wall for stability as he stuffed himself in the corner. Ryan's head fell back against the walls, palms sweating. He's never been more thankful to live alone.
"Ah, close," Ryan mumbled under his breath, practically grinding against his guitar.
The friction and buzzing wasn't enough and all too much at the same time. His hips bucked for more, his cock twitching in his boxers. There was a wet spot where precum was leaking from Ryan's presumably bright red tip. He was a little too embarrassed to pull off his boxers for this in fear of tainting his guitar in his head.
Ryan strick a little harder than he had been, resulting in a rather high pitched whine from the man. He shifted himself slightly in his boxers, getting a better angle than before.
"Ah, mh, oh my god," Ryan mewled, strumming faster to the best of his abilities.
The guitarist felt his orgasm rapidly approaching, heat pooling in his abdomen as his strums got off beat and messy. A few beats with a few more chords and Ryan was cumming in his underwear. He rode out the orgasm, practically soaking the front of his boxers. He was a moaning mess.
Not too long past before his high subsided and he was left slouched in the corner of his room, cum in his pants and all, "Oh my fucking..,"
Ryan wiped the drool that was pooling in the corners of his lips, reluctantly taking off his guitar. He needed to clean up himself and the guitar. There didn't seem to be much visible mess, but Ryan had definitely made a mental one.
The lyricist sighed as he took off his sticky underwear, throwing them at his laundry basket knowing he'd inevitably need to do laundry in the next hour at least. He pulled himself to his bathroom, turning on the shower. Stepping in, he kept it quite cold as he washed his sweaty hair and body. He was careful cleaning up his thighs, stomach, and crotch.
The shower was short, cleaning his guitar was a priority. He grabbed a pair of clean boxers from his dresser and pulled them on, hissing when the fabric traveled against his swollen tip. Pulling on some pajama's despite it being three in the afternoon, he traveled back to his guitar with two towels and soap.
Taking his time, he cleaned the backside of the Strat, making sure to get every inch. It seemed like a good day to restring her seeing as he was already cleaning her off. After wiping down the rest of the guitar, he went to his deskand searched around for some strings.
Once collecting them from his drawer of cables, strings, and picks, he sat down on his floor and got to work as redoing all the strings. Did he regret basically using his guitar as a vibrator? Somewhat. Did it feel good? Hell yes. Ryan made a mental note to go out and get himself an actual vibrator. Though, he wouldn't forget how good his guitar could make him feel; mentally and physically.
