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Orgy!!!	By : varenoea Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Rammstein Views: 2285 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Orgy

This is Spain. This is the house where we locked ourselves up for the album we´re currently working on.
It´s nearly 10 o’clock in the morning, and I´m just about to gather the others together so we can finally start rehearsing. In fact, it was planned half an hour ago. I bet Richard is still asleep.
So I go to his bedroom and tear the door open. “Wake up, sleepy-“
All I see is Till´s back and naked arse, kneeling on the bed, and two legs, tense, on either side.
“Ups, ´tschuldigung”, I grin and am about to slam the door shut when I realize that something is wrong in this picture. The legs.
Till turns around indignantly and gives me an angry stare. Suddenly a head emerges. Richard.
WHAT?
He´s propped up on his elbows, biting his lip with a dizzy stare.
I close the door and walk a few unsteady steps away. Oh my God. This was too much for me. Till was fucking Richard. TILL WAS FUCKING RICHARD.
What??? Why??? And how…. Why didn´t I have the slightest clue that anything like this could ever happen? Suddenly the world has stopped spinning around its normal poles.
If we had girls in the band, I’d understand it to a certain degree. Sometimes things just happen. But… two males? They´re not that desperate, are they? I didn´t know any of them would ever come across the idea of fucking a guy. Well, okay, I know Till had this idea with the…. oh shit. I´m gonna puke. WHAT exactly was he thinking during all these strap-on shows… when he stood behind ME only in some tiny open latex panties? Did he get off on that? Did Rich? Did they both? Do they tell each other dirty stories about me when they´re alone?
I´ll never be able to look into a mirror again.
Maybe this is just a big misunderstanding. Maybe I got it all wrong and it´s really unsuspicious. Maybe Till was just kneeling on the bed naked and Rich tried to help him hang up a picture….naked…. and he…. fell over and then… errr…. so that his legs got into a position that…. no.
“Flake!”
I spin around. It´s Schneider. He sees my face and looks concerned.
“What´s wrong with you?”
“…i….in… in there….!” I stutter and point at the door.
Schneider grins, friendly, and grabs my shoulders. “Don´t worry. That´s nothing to get upset about.”
Oh, good. Some sanity in this madness. Now he´s gonna explain everything. Everything´s gonna be alright.
“Sit down.” He grabs my arm and leads me to the nearest sofa.
“What were they doing in there?!” I tremble.
Schneider grins the most reassuring grin in the world. “Don´t worry. They were just fucking.”
“WAS?!”
Schneider smiles helpfully, not quite understanding my confusion. “What´s the problem? Don´t be so narrow-minded!”
“I´m no, I´m just… I don´t mind if any guys are fucking, if two guys from my band start dating, I´m out of here!” I spit out.
“They´re not dating.”
“Ach was.”
“They´re just fucking.”
“Oh really, I suppose then it´s alright.” I nearly scream.
“Why are you so upset?” Are you prejudiced?” Schneider isn´t with me at all.
“No, but - this is going to drive the band apart!”
“I don´t think so.” Schneider´s grin gets more broad.
“You don´t.”
“No. You know, it´s not an emotional… thingy, it´s just”, he gesticulates, “you know, they would fuck with me or Oli or Paul too. Or with you, for that matter.”
I shift some inches away.
“Also. Do you have any experience with men?”
“Nee.” I don’t like this.
“Do you want any?”
“WAS??!”
“Well, you´re the only one in this band who hasn´t”, Schneider smiles. I can´t even say a word. I just croak, after a while: “So… so you´re all experienced… buttfuckers?”
Schneider laughs and pats my head. I panic. “Oh please. You of all people. –No, Paul doesn´t like to be fucked. And Richard is only in it because he likes to be dominated. As for me….”
“But- why? Do you… you all… sleep with… everyone else?!”
“We just like to get around.” Schneider shrugs. There is a strange sound from behind the door and the bed bumps against the wall.
“They´d be more than I grateful if you went in there. I was just about to do that myself.” His hand rubs my shoulder, and I wince.
“I´m sure as hell not going in there.” My blood is rushing in my ears. I can´t stop trembling.
“You know, it started about two months ago, and by and by we all drifted into it.” Schneider grins excusingly. “You´re the last one. Would you like to try it?”
I stare at him, unable to believe that he can be so brazen. I´ve never been interested in that. Sure. I like the idea of girls getting it up the ass, but I never… well, sometimes. Not frequently. When I was right in the middle of getting off and anyfantasy would have looked tempting (providing it involved penetration of any kind). It’s astonishing what things can get you over the edge while they´d be uninteresting as hell in a normal condition.
But that´s not one of the fantasies I wanted to make real.
Schneider looks at me, friendly-like and waiting for an answer. I´m feeling hot and bothered. He wants to seduce me. With this knowledge, impressions tumble down on me. His smell drifts over to me in waves (good, I admit). He smiles openly and a little helplessly.
This is mad. The world has fallen down on me. This must be a joke. I bet they made a nice inscenation and see if I fall for it. I swallow hard and audibly.
“This is a joke.”
“Nope. Don´t worry. We´re all pink inside. Everybody is bi to some degree.” Schneider tries (and fails) to sound reassuring. I hear the bed bump against the wall again.
I would be a good laugh if I couldn´t even say: I tried, but it didn´t work for me. Right?
“Okay.” I breathe out.
Schneider looks surprised. ”What okay?”
“I´d… like to try it. But I´m not going to… get into… any fucking.”
“Sure.” Schneider´s hand rubs my arm gently. “You just say the word and we stop. Let´s take it slow.” He leans over to me and touches my lips with his. And I don´t believe it. But it´s already happened. Very gentle. I could pull away any time. It´s not all that bad. He starts sucking my top lip gently, shoving his bottom lip between mine. Doesn´t taste so ba-
Before I know it he has shoved me down and lifted my legs onto the sofa, so that I lie there and he sits beside me, his hands on my shoulders and neck, relaxing me. This is a little too fast, but suddenly very pleasant too. He´s taking care of me.
“Like this?” he asks, lifting his head. His hand wanders to my chest and creeps under the shirt.
“Not bad”, I gasp, still flabbergasted.
“See.” He bends down, waiting for me to continue the kissing. I realise that my shirt buttons get opened one by one. This… is too fast, but… it feels nice to be seduced tino this. I want to do this crazy thing; it´s definitely been too long since I felt that naughty the last time. 20 years or so. Alright. Seduce me. Soil and corrupt me. It feels good.
Hot and cold shivers as I unbutton his shirt too and feel a slight hint of chest hair in the middle. His eyes are closed; his lips wander down my chin and my neck, over my chest. He isn´t, is he…?
His lips have taken one nipple into a firm suction while his tongue tickles it. Very skilful tongue. Would he suck me off? Would I have to suck him off too? That´s frightening. I´ve never touched any cock but my own. “Hey you!” the tow others stand in the open door way. Till in the
front, gagging. And behind him Richard, stuffing his shirt back into his trousers.
“Look at that now!” Till is disconcerted.
“Hey, come here, this is something you must see!” screams Richard.
Hot shock. Oh shit. They really fooled me. Oh my God. Oli and Paul come running down the stairs. Everybody´s gonna see me like this.
Paul kneels down in front of the sofa. “You like this?” he asks.
“Sod off. He´s mine.” Chirs hits after Paul as if he were a fly.
“But I want some too.” Paul sits down . “I guess you don´t mind?”
I couldn´t even speak if my life depended upon it. They´re all around me, and I lie here on the sofa, blinking behind the glasses.
“You fuckheads”, I finally croak.
Till looks around. “Gang bang?”
Richard grins. “Ich könnt’ schon wieder.”
Paul and Oli nod. „And you? A nice little gang bang?”
„Was?!“
„Have patience with him!“ Schneider gets up and whispers something into Till´s and Richard´s ears. Their faces become grave and comically serious. “Oh, alright then”, says Till. “Boys, be extra- nice to him!”
“To the mattress room”, says Paul.
“Mattress?”
“Yep. I mean, it wouldn´t be comfortable on the floor, right?”
I let them drag me into the empty bedroom with four or five mattresses on the floor, a little cupboard, some cushions and blankets and drapes and nothing else. I´ve never been here before. There was always that “private” sign t the door.
And they start to undress.
Something in my head goes “click”. I get it. They weren’t kidding. They were serious, all the time.
“Wait, you´re really gonna…” I swallow, “you want to… fuck…?”
“I think I told you so.” Schneider wriggles me out of my shirt.
“But I…”
“What?” Oli smiles while getting out of his socks. Now he´s only in underpants. “You don´t want to?”
“I…. I….”
“You want to be left alone with Schneider?”
This is going too fast. Half an hour ago I never thought I´d ever let a man undress me. Now I´m about to be the victim of a gang bang. A kiss in the back of my neck makes me jump.
“No-one’s gonna hurt you.” Schneider kisses my shoulders. “Just leave it to us. You’re gonna like that, believe me.”
“Yep. We´ll all be very nice to you.” Paul grins.
“And with rubbers too”, says Till, not noticing that he is not exactly calming me down. “Nothing to fear.”
“No-one’s gonna persuade you into anything you don´t want to do”, says Richard as I bump into him, trying to walk backwards. “Lie down. Come on. You can just watch if you want to. For a start.”
I whimper. Oli and Richard drag me onto the mattress and let me down. My knees are shaking so much I can´t stand anyway.
“First you need to get out of those pants.”
“No…” But I´ve already been stripped to my underpants. To which I cling like to a bottle of oxygen under water. Kisses are planted on both sides of my neck, over my chest; and watching their nearly naked bodies (I mean, real naked, not in any costume) feels very strange.
“I don´t wanna get buggered”, is all I can say.
Till pouts. “And I was so looking forward to it.”
“For heaven´s sake, relax!” says Schneider and creeps over to me.
I try. “You know what?” says Schneider and pats my hip, “I´m just gonna suck your cock and that´s gonna relax you.”
I hold my breath. He produces a condom out of nowhere, tears the package and - oh dear. I hadn´t even realised I was rock hard. He tugs my underpants down and – I gasp – takes hold of my cock. Before I know it, he ha wrapped it, and now he starts to kiss slowly from the base upward. Towards the tip. Oli’s and Richard’s heads get in the way as they snog over my chest. I can´t see what Schneider is doing, and when he sucks me in completely I lose my breath with surprise.
The others are watching and start to snicker over my expression. Oli climbs over me and peels Richard out of his briefs. “You said you could do it again.” “Yep”, sighs Richard as Oli’s hands start to treat his cock. I try to concentrate. Schneider is really good at this. When I look over to the right, I see that Oli has bound Richard’s hands together with a piece of cloth- and he pushes him roughly in the back so he tips over and falls on his face with a groan.
“Now”, says Oli, hovering over him, “you just behave and I´m not gonna hurt you much.”
Richard melts and nods happily. Oli grabs his hips roughly takes a firm hold of the cheeks and kisses down Richard’s spine - towards… my eyes bulge. He isn´t gonna… is he…?!
I can´t see what exactly he is doing, his supporting arm is in the way. But Richard’s half-closed eyes go white, and he sighs again, very long and forcefully.
Till has a good laugh about my face, and Chris joins in (very unfair, I feel, because my cock feels neglected). “What about me?” beefs Paul. “Give me a break, I just did Richard”, whines Till comically.
“Hey, would you like some of this too?” asks Schneider and points over to Richard and Oli. Richard lies very still, and Oli’s head is busy.
“Yep”, I say. “why not… I mean… if you want to…”
“I hope you´re clean”, says Schneider severely.
“I had a shower at eight”, I say. “I mean, I can…” Before I know what happened, Schneider has flipped me over, and I lift my head to peep over my shoulder- damn, I feel vulnerable, lying there like this, so…. Accessible. Paul is leering. My best friend is leering at me.
Schneider starts kissing and licking, getting closer and closer to… and my pulse is racing. His tongue flickers.
Oh. Oh shit. Err…. I mean… damn, I wish he would… stick his tongue in or something. This feels so crazy. My eyes fly open as I feel a gentle but determined bite in the back of my neck.
“Look there”, mumbles till against my neck and turns my head to the left where Oli is about to put on a rubber and cover the surface of it with lube. Richard is on his back, trembling, gazing at Oli as if he were salvation incarnate. Oli kneels between his legs, puts them over his shoulders and puts an arm around Richard’s hip- and takes him with one experienced thrust. Richard moans loudly, and, I think, at least partially out of pain. He grabs Oli’s shoulders, fingers clamped into the muscles, and bites his lower lip. In a way, I can see, he loves that. I can´t see any explicit bits, but just to know what’s going on…
Schneider’s mouth vanishes, and I turn around- Schneider is on his hands and knees and Paul behind him, inserting fingers, and Schneider grins blissfully. He has completely forgotten about me.
Till pulls me up against him so we can both watch the show. The room is filled with three different kinds of moans; as if that weren´t enough, Till has started to jerk me slowly but effectively. I groan and melt.
“You liked that rim job, didn´t you.” I nod wordlessly. “Just relax”, he whispers against the back of my head. And suddenly I feel a wet finger brush my arse. Quite… big finger, if I remember his hands. Of course this isn’t the first time for me to get fingered there, but this time it’s not for medical reasons. I think my heart is going to jump up my throat any second.
I whimper a bit as the finger is shoved mercilessly but slowly into me. I struggle a little until I’m comfortable. Honestly, I’ve never believed in sensitive prostrates of any kind, but Till doesn´t stop until he has found a spot that feels… well… strange when pressed. Then hot. Then the feeling slowly expands to the front. To my cock. I wished there was more. “A little harder?” I suggest.
“Nope.” I hear him grin, I swear I hear it.
Richard’s body spasms, then lies bonelessly still while Oli keeps on fucking him for some seconds, then collapses onto Richard’s chest. My eyes wander towards Paul and Schneider. Oh my God. Schneider bites a pillow and Paul fucks him so hard that Schneider’s whole body is shaking. Really much energy and anger in that short guy…
Richard’s mouth around my nipple startles me. “Hey!” he complains. “You’ve already got your fingers inside him! What was that about being extra-nice?”
“Please!” I whimper.
“It’s only one!” Till defends himself, still jerking me lazily.
“Please!!”
“Yeah, but you should have waited for us!”
“PLEASE!!!” I nearly gag. They look up.
“What?”
“What?”
“Please fuck me. Somebody fuck me!” I whimper.
“Not me”, says Richard sadly. “I’m finished.”
“Neither me”, sighs Till. “I’m still recovering. Oli?”
Oli looks up. “Huh?”
“Flake wants to be fucked.”
“Gladly.” Oli comes over, puts the condom away and pulls a new one over. God, he is already hard again!
That cock looks like the rest of him. Long and slim. I swallow.
“How are we gonna do this?” Richard asks.
“We just put him on his belly”, suggests Till.

Thanks to my self-declared managers, I’m lying on my belly with a cushion under my hip (for better access) and three helpful hands. Schneider on my left, still being pounded, holds my hand reassuringly, so does Richard on the right (I didn’t ask them to), and Till strokes my hair and tells me to relax. Oh, and Oli behind me. Of course.
“I’ve never looked more ridiculous in my entire life”, I say.
“Oh yes, you sure have”, Till comforts me.
“No. No, it won´t work like this”, says Oli. “How about I lie on my back and he gets on top?”
Why don´t we put him on the cupboard, beside the flowers?
Beside me, Schneider collapses and sighs happily. Paul is already cleaning himself with a tissue.
Oli lies down on his back, and I am shoved over him. “Is it okay?” he asks. “You wet enough?”
“I saw to that”, says Till and gets behind me, wrapping his arms around my chest.
The other three are watching. I clamp my hands around Till’s arms when I see their expectant looks. Oli holds his cock steady and beams up to me.
But damn, I’m horny now. And this defeats the fear. I slowly lower myself. The tip of his cock is in the right place, and I slowly go down. First pressure, very uncomfortable. Then pain. Splitting. And that’s only the first inch. I exhale, eyes closed, and shift, then force myself deeper.
“Oh…” Olli’s hips thrust upward involuntarily.
Oh shit. I want him to stop.
“You’re hurting me!” I cry out.
His exes fly open. “Oh, sorry! Sorry. I didn’t mean to… you know, you just feel so good and so tight, but I didn’t mean to… in your own time!”
Till’s voice is dangerously low. “If you hurt him, I’m gonna hurt you”, he says. Oli swallows audibly.
“You know”, chides Richard and waves his hand, “You know, he’s never…”
“He’s still…? Oh dear.” Oli presses a hand to his mouth. “I’m sorry!”
“It’s okay!” This is starting to piss me off. I’m not a baby. And I don’t want to look like a frightened virgin. I concentrate and shove myself down a little deeper. Breathe in and out, then somewhat deeper still. Feel so… filled. I’m steadied against Till’s body. Paul lies beside us, watching, grinning and jerking lazily. Finished. It’s all inside me, and this knowledge gives me a burning in the stomach. Now I’m supposed to do something. I’d rather be bottom - so that Oli would do all the work and not notice that I don’t have clue. Oli beams. “Okay?” he asks.
“Yeah”, I say and go up and down probingly. It still burns. But the lube is spread better now. And on the way, Oli’s cock brushes that hot spot again. Could be nice. Maybe.
Till grabs mine and strokes slowly. The feelings add to one another, and suddenly being filled doesn`t feel all that strange any more. More like…. good.
The other three are watching. Schneider is leaned against a couple of pillows, and Richard’s head is resting on his belly. And Paul demands: “Come on, do something!”
“Don’t urge him!” beefs Richard.
My movements get more and more bold. I’m, as clichéd as it sounds, getting used to it. It’s feeling the in-out-movement from the other side, and oh my, it…. helps getting more horny. I really go for that. Astonishing.
Till keeps jerking slowly, turning the skin around my cock in semi-circles. “Is that good?”
“Fine”, I breathe and close my eyes. I wish I could think about some fantasy as usual, but it’s hard to think of anything but “I’m being fucked and my band is watching”.
The whole thing gets better and better. I want to get more, to come (although not right now), and I don’t care any more what exactly I have to do for it. As I open my eyes, I see that Richard has taken Schneider’s cock into his mouth and is sucking, seemingly skilfully. Schneider’s eyes turn white. This is better than my fantasies.
I’m getting into the stream and start to swim, so to speak. I don’t control my movements any more.
“Look at that!” says Paul from somewhere. “Does he have a battery somewhere in him?”
I don’t care. In, out. Like in the song. Only… I’m on top, so I’m the rider – but then I’m getting fucked, so I’m the horse, right….? Whatever. Till whispers sweet, comforting filth into my ear.
“Uh”, I hear a moan from somewhere, “don’t stop- ah….”
He’s not even verbal when he comes, it rushes through my mind, and then his body bucks under me, he’s stiffening, and then his breath gets more and more normal.
“Hah- don’t move, please…. uh…”
I’m sitting down and blinking in irritation. But right, his gland is probably too sensitive for going on. Now what about me?
He winces when I get up and his cock slides out. Till’s arms are still around me, and something pokes me in the back. Somebody suck me off?
“Willst du nochmal?” he whispers into my ear.
I’m still dazed and nod. Yes, once more, please. I just want to come.
“Alright, just a moment. Can somebody pass me… thanks.” He’s getting busy behind me, and my senses clear slowly.
“Okay, now relax. Once more.” I feel his hands steadying my thigh, and slowly sink onto his lap.
Ow. This is clearly somewhat thicker than Oli’s. I’m blinking away a tear or two, but now I don’t give a damn, dammit, I want to come!!!!
Half inside me, he carefully lowers me onto all fours and kneels behind me.
“Gentlemen, this is the first time ever you get to see Bück dich in a version that keeps it all real!” he jokes, and I don’t find this funny at all. I claw at him, but I miss. He’s not mad at me but asks if I’m alright, if I need a break- and I tell him to shut up and fuck me.
It’s enough to make me come, with his hand still around my cock, after a much too long while, and he comes after going on for a while (while I don’t want to be so impolite as to tell him that I only want to drop and fall asleep), and finally he lets go of me.
And I drop and fall asleep without any other word.

When I wake up I feel comfortable and warm, but there is also something awkward about the situation. I don’t know what it is, and I grope around for my glasses which should be on my nightstand. Only, I realise, this is not my bed, so there is no nightstand.
I blink and notice the warm bodies around me. Hmmm. Everything is so quiet and peaceful.
I’m sandwiched between Till and Paul, covered with a blanket. I slowly sit up and look around incredulously. They´re all sleeping. But Richard and Schneider are missing. They’re making dish and cup sounds in the kitchen downstairs.
I sit up and wrap the blanket around me (it’s rather chilly) and put on my glasses, trying to find my memory completely. It’s early afternoon and I feel like after a night of boozing. Muscles on the insides of my thighs are strained and my ass hurts. Do women always feel like that the day after? I hope not.
Richard comes in. “Hey”, he whispers. “Want some tea?”
I nod.
“Come down.” He disappears and I get up and get dressed as quietly as possible.
Now I can’t do that Bück dich thing any more. I’m gonna choke laughing with that ball gag. We’re not like you think… we’re worse.
And I snicker all the way downstairs.
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