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Maxx Danziger x Drumstick

"Fucking hell Maxx, if you don't shut up about your drums I'm shoving that drumstick up your ass." Cody groaned and threw his head back on the couch, waiting for Maxx's daily spiel to be over with.

"Oh he'd like that." Dan chimed in, spewing little bits of cupcake and frosting all over the front of his shirt.

Maxx shook his head at his friends' teasing. They just didn't get it. "No but guys, I just love my drums so much. You guys just don't understand the bond we have because you never bothered to actually connect with your instruments."

They rolled their eyes at me and went about their days. Zach tuned his guitar absentmindedly, Cody fucked his pillow and Dan was off either getting high or harassing someone, online or in real life.

But as for me? What was I doing?

I locked myself in the back room of the bus, turned off all the lights, grabbed a bottle of olive oil and locked the door. Thank god this room was sound proof enough that nobody would care what I was doing back here, not that they did to begin with.

I felt my way to the big couch lining the back wall and got on my knees, feeling my heart begin to burst to with excitement and a slight bit of fear. All of the blood that would have been pumping through my body due to fear went right to where I needed it most.

I leaned forward on the couch a bit after putting pillows under my knees (stay safe you dumbasses, joint pain ain't a joke) and looked at the two items in my hands.

Now before you come at me for doing this right here where everyone can walk in and see me in all my shameful glory, know that I did think this over. Once.

And it was hot as shit.

So yeah, I'm about to do this with my very prominent ass pointed towards the door for any and everyone to see. Go do your homework before you come into my house kink shaming me.

Bitch.

I pulled my pants and batman underwear that I had stolen from Cody down, slathered the item in my right hand up with the olive oil and placed it right between my feet.

I took a deep breath to mentally prepare myself for what was about to happen. Not that this was something I had to mentally prepare for really, but I didn't want to get splinters again because I jammed myself down faster than PewDiePie's channel grew.

I, carefully, lowered myself down and let out a shaky breath as I felt it hit me in the right spot. Sure, it wasn't as filling as I wanted it to be, but you can't be picky all the time.

I let out a soft whimper as I rocked back and forth on my drumstick slowly, my left hand pumping myself. I only used my left because when I was super focused, it would feel like someone else is helping me.

Who did I usually think of you're asking?

Well that's private.

And no, it's not Kody. Not all the time at least.

Like just last week, it was a really tall and ripped version of Barney the Dinosaur but with that Market Plier dude's face.

I buried my head into the rest of the pillows on the couch and bit my lip to try and keep myself from making too much noise.

It didn't work to well because just a few moments later I was panting like a dog and letting out loud whimpers and whines. I kept brushing against the tip of my most vulnerable part and rocked so hard that I thought that the bus was actually shaking because of me.

Not long after I let out one of the loudest moans, I felt myself explode all over the couch.

Oops.

I took the drumstick out and licked up the mess I made, failing to finish up before the guys unlocked the door.

"Dude come the fuck on, the fans touch those drumsticks." Zach was the first to speak up.

"Dude don't take all of that what the fuck, we'll help you." Cody pushed past the other two and landed right next to me on the couch.

Dan and Zach followed suit and we boned all night long.

And those drumsticks we fucked with?

Yeah.

You got those.

Ha bitch.

Have fun with that knowledge now, fuckin losers.