Stage Gay (Brallon) ON HOLD

Two

The show had ended, and I was so turned on. Brendon had continued with his sexual acts on stage, and of course looked at me while doing it. I sometimes wondered how he didn't get noticeably hard, but then I remembered that he was straight and looking at another guy probably helped him remain soft. Me on the other hand, I was surprised that I was able to play the show without having to touch myself.

I walked of the stage and went to hand the tech my bass, but then I realized that it was the only thing hiding the situation in my pants. I hesitated for a moment, but then I felt a hand on my shoulder.

"What's the problem, Dal?" I heard Brendon say, in a voice that almost sounded like he was mocking me, as he came and stood next to me.

"Uhh... N-Nothing," I replied. What can I say, he makes me nervous. He would always joke about me being gay and loving every second of his performances, which scared the shit out of me. Most of the time I honestly couldn't tell if he was joking or actually being serious. That was another reason why I didn't want to come out to him; if he thought I was straight and made jokes about me being gay, I can only imagine what would happen if he found out I actually was gay.

"If there's no problem, why haven't you taken off your bass?" He questioned.

At this point he had a smug smile on his face, he most definitely knew why. I noticed that the tech guy was growing impatient, so I sighed and handed my bass over to him. He didn't notice what was going on in my pants, but Brendon definitely did. He looked down at my pants and then back up at me, his smile growing even bigger.

"Oh, so there was a problem," He said, still sounding like he was mocking me. My first thought was to deny everything.

"I don't know what you're talking about," I said, although not as confidently as I would've liked.

"Right, okay. Face it Dallon, you're so gay that me doing anything sexual near you gives you the biggest boner in the world," He said, sounding serious as ever. My heart rate increased and I felt like I was going to throw up. He can't know.

"I'm– I'm not," I started to say nervously, but he cut me off.

"Relax, dude I'm just messing with you. I get it, you haven't gotten any action in a little while. You're horny as fuck because of that and anything will turn you on," He said, much more casual than before.

To say I was relieved would be an understatement, but he has to stop with these jokes. He's gonna kill me one day.

"Yeah that's it," I said, immediately going along with what he had said.

Brendon didn't say anything else as he went to walk away. I followed because I didn't want to get in the crew's way. We walked down the hall in silence, the view of Brendon's ass making me twitch down there. I really needed to take care of this fast. I turned to go into the bathroom, but Brendon stopped me.

"Hey Dallon, wait," He said and walked over to me.

He stood right in front of me and incredibly close. He looked me in the eyes and suddenly I felt his hand on my crotch. It took everything in me not to throw my head back and moan right there. After all, I hadn't been able to touch myself yet and the first touch I got was from the man who had caused this whole problem. He smirked as he squeezed me slightly, making my jeans feel even tighter if that was possible. He leaned up to whisper in my ear, "Don't scream my name too loudly when you come." He then dropped his hand, stepped back, and laughed as he walked away.

I walked into the bathroom so fast, locking the door behind me. I leaned against the wall and slid my pants and boxers down so fast. I instantly felt better not being constrained, but it wasn't good enough. I grabbed my cock and moved my wrist so quickly. I closed my eyes and immediately thought of Brendon. I thought about him stripping on stage, and then I thought about when he practically jerked himself off. I was so close already that thinking about what had just happened outside the door sent me over the edge. As I came, I couldn't help but moan his name. I was so fucked.

I cleaned myself up and left the bathroom. Brendon was nowhere in sight, which was good because it meant there was no way he could've heard me in there. If he had, I think I would've literally died.

I saw our manager and he told me we were spending the night in a hotel since we didn't have anywhere to be the next day. I liked hotels because I could take a long, hot shower and I was able to sleep in an actual bed, not just my shitty bunk back on the bus. I also hated hotels, though, because I often was in the room next to Brendon, which meant we shared a wall. Hotel walls for some reason were very thin, or maybe I was just being hyper-aware of my surroundings. Either way, Brendon had a girl in his bed and I could hear everything.

I'm not gonna lie, sometimes I would close my eyes and listen to Brendon's moans and get myself off, but that wasn't often the case. Normally I would just get jealous and sad. I wanted it to be me in there with him, but unfortunately life doesn't work like that.

Brendon normally didn't last too long, and he seemed like the type of guy who would pull out once he was done, not caring about the person he was with. Yeah, it was kind of an asshole thing to do, but I wasn't complaining. In my eyes, the quicker the fuck, the better. It made me feel like shit the longer it went on. It was just a reminder that Brendon wasn't actually gay.

Once the sounds had died down, I decided I should probably get some sleep. Staying awake and being sad wasn't gonna do me any good. Right as I was about to drift off to sleep, though, there was a knock on my door. I decided not to answer it at first because I was actually tired as fuck, but the knocking continued. After a few moments, I got up to see who it was. I opened the door and was instantly surprised. It was Brendon, and he was shirtless.

"What are you doing here?" I asked him.

"Well, you see there's this girl. Long story short, we had our fun, but now she won't leave. She fell asleep in the bed, and that's not really my thing, so I was wondering if I could spend the night in here?"

"Yeah, of course," I said as I stepped to the side. He walked into the room, and I closed and locked the door behind him. I turned back around to face him, and that's when I realized we had an issue. There was only one bed.

"So... Uhh," I started, "Since there's only one bed I'll take a pillow and blanket and sleep on the floor. You can have the bed."

"Don't be silly, Dal. Who said only one of us could sleep in the bed?"

He got on one side of the bed, leaving the other side for me. He wasn't making this weird, so if I hesitated or acted strange he would think something was up. When in reality, nothing was up. Well, except maybe my dick.

We were both laying in the bed under the covers. Our backs were facing each other, but the bed wasn't the biggest so I could practically touch him. We said goodnight and I decided that I needed to go to sleep right away. If I stayed awake, I would only think about how I was sharing a bed with a shirtless Brendon, but I couldn't get hard now. What would be my excuse?

I was, again, almost asleep when Brendon shifted positions. He curled his knees up towards his chest, and as a result his butt was now against mine. So much for not getting a boner tonight, although I may have already been sporting a semi from hearing his moans earlier.

I didn't know what to do, so I quietly called out his name. When he didn't reply, I concluded that he was asleep and not just messing with me. The urge to touch myself was strong, but I couldn't. I couldn't do it in the bed for obvious reasons, but I couldn't get up because I didn't want to risk waking him up. I sighed as I tried to fall asleep. It was a difficult task, but eventually sleep found me. Even in my dreams, though, I couldn't escape my thoughts of Brendon.