I've Been Stung by the Wasp

I will be your voice to let the world know we stand as one

      Ricky groaned. He somehow found his way on his stomach. It had been two days since the the two female officers visited. It was now Saturday.  On Monday, they would leave for Kansas City.
         Ricky groaned as his cock rubbed as the hard brace. He was so horny, his body ached. He poked Chris's smooth back. There was dark tattoos littering Chris's back and arms. Chris didn't wake up. Ricky groaned and rolled over on his back.
           Ricky pulled out the bag of toys. He gently fingered himself open. When he finally got the vibrator in and on, he moaned. He spread his legs and slowly started to jerk off. Ricky moaned as the vibrations pulsed against his prostate. He gasped and closed his eyes imagining Chris and Angelo taking him hard fucking him into the mattress. 

       Chris woke up at the sound of breathy moans. He turned to see Ricky jerking off. Ricky's cheeks were red from effort. Ricky's eyes were closed and his lips were red from where he had bit them. Chris could hear Ricky moaning rutting backward.
       "Oh, Chris! Fu-uck me harder!
       Chris felt his cock twitch at the noises that Ricky was making. Chris growled and ran a hand over Ricky's nipples, "So, are you having fun."
         Ricky gasped and shivered, cumming hard.
         Chris smirked, and Ricky rolled over. He pressed himself against Chris and said, "I was horny, and I tried to wake you but I couldn't! So I took.... care of my problem."
          Chris smiled as he got up. "Let's get you cleaned up."
           After a shower and a cup of coffee, Ricky felt better. He looked at the bruises on his chest. the dark purple splotches were gone replaced by icky green and yellow ones. Ricky pulled on his clothes and went into the main room. Chris was applying his eyebrows gently. It didn't help matters for Ricky. He was still wound up from the night before.
           "Hey Ricky."
           Ricky turned only to be pulled into the back rooms. Angelo was staring him down. Ricky felt a hot coil start in his gut. Angelo stepped forward and just started to palm Ricky's crotch. (Oh, god, I am such a whore.) Ricky moaned and Angelo started to undo Ricky's pants. Soon Ricky's pants were around his ankles.
           Angelo took a hold of Ricky's hard cock, "You are such a cockwhore, aren't you Ricky?"
            Ricky nodded, and Angelo slowly dragged his hand down Ricky's cock. He asked in a low purr, "What was that?"
         Ricky bucked in Angelo's hand, "Y-yes!"
         Angelo grinned and started to pump Ricky's cock. Ricky moaned and bucked into Angelo's fist. Angelo stopped Ricky's hips when Ricky was so close. Angelo got down on his knees and flicked the tip with his tongue.
         Ricky moaned as Angelo engulfed his cock with his mouth. Angelo started to suck and bob his head. Ricky could help but grip Angelo's hair.
Angelo, in turn, sucked harder.
         "This is interesting."
         Ricky looked up from Angelo to see Chris watching. Ricky's hips bucked involuntarily at the thought of Chris watching him being blown. Chris walked up and casually pressed Angelo closer to Ricky.
         "Ricky, you are a naughty little cockwhore aren't you."
          Chris pushed up Ricky's shirt and rubbed his nipples. Ricky bucked and came hard down Angelo's throat.

         Ricky played the rythmic guitar part on the stage and slowly watched the crowd. Then he saw something he wasn't expecting. After the concert, he was sitting back behind the stage as the stage crew and security guards cleared out the venue.
        Then the door opened and a middle aged woman entered. She smiled and came toward him. His eyes widened in shock.
         "Mom?"

         "....... and I heard from my church group that you had been kissed on stage by the lead singer of the band you were playing in."
        Ricky just watched as his mother walked back and forth. His mother was dressed in. a beige skirt and blazer with a pink shirt . Her hair was a neutral blonde tone and her makeup was done in neutral tones. She looked like a business woman.......... and very out of place with the dark walls and the rock n roll memorabilia.
        "Hey, Ricky! Chris wanted to know if he should wait for you to go to the bus or not?" Balz said peering around the corner.
         Ricky nodded at Balz, "Tell him my mom is here. She would like to meet the lead singer."
         Ricky's mom looked at Ricky picked up her Prada bag and followed Ricky to the bus. The bus was behind the venue. It was massive and black in color. On the side was the Motionless in White logo in white.
        His mother's stride hesitated at the sight of the massive bus. But she started to stride powerfully to bus door. As Ricky entered the front bus area he wasn't surprised to see Chris lounging on the couch without his leather jacket. Two cups were steaming on the coffee table and one on the side table next to Chris.
        Ricky smiled, "Okay, Mom, take a seat."
        His mom took the cup that Chris passed to her and said, "Are you two in a relationship?"
         Chris took a sip of his coffee and licked his lip, his piercings already in their container down in his cave.
          As Chris and his mom talked, Ghost gestured from the back of the bus. Ricky stood and quickly disappeared to the back of the bus where Ghost and he used to sleep.
         "My mom is on the bus!"
         Ghost nodded. "And we are moving out. Ryan told me that our manager is finding a hotel for us in this time in the last city...."

          Chris leaned back on the couch as Ricky's mom talked about how Ricky was a good boy. She had already sounded like she couldn't make up her mind between being happy that Ricky was successful and being disappointed that Ricky was a rythmn guitarist of a band that most were scared of.
        Chris looked at Ricky's mom as she said, "..... I am worried about him. He isn't a child. He thinks he is all grown up and doesn't need my guidance. But I want him to come back to Jesus and his roots. He wasn't raised in Rock 'n Roll. He was raised a good Christian boy. If you care about him, you help me. Me and his father both feel in is nessecary."
        Chris held up his hand, "And what about Ricky?"
         Ricky's mom glared at Chris, "He doesn't know what he wants." 
         Chris chuckles, "The line up of this band has changed so much........ and somehow I don't think Ricky would want to leave the band. He is good at what he does. Then there is the fact that he does cause trouble. You are going to have to give me one good mother fucking reason to kick Ricky back to Seattle."