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Five Finger Death Punch	By : mmarc56 Category: Celebrities - Misc > Slash - Male/Male Views: 1552 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not know Five Finger Death Punch or any of its members, this story is a work of fiction, and I made no money writing it.

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Chapter Fifteen: Pleasing the Ladies

Jason showed up to the trailer and knocked on the door. He felt strangely cool and collected despite the fact he was about to engage in a three-way with Zoltan, a man he had kissed in the past, a man he just might have a little affection for. As it turned out, however, Zoltan’s original idea of an orgy prevailed, which Jason saw when a scantily clad women with blonde hair and dark mascara answered the door and let him inside. In the trailer there were four women, including Candy, and Zoltan as the center of their universe seated on the couch wearing nothing but boxer shorts. The door clicked shut behind him.

“Jason! Glad you showed up,” the guitarist said, saluting him with a bottle of champagne. “I hope you don’t mind the extra company.” The older guitarist’s crotch heated up as he looked at all the attractive women in sexy lingerie seated around his bandmate, all of them eyeing him back with sexual desire.

“I don’t mind…” Another blonde haired woman, presumably the oldest of the ladies, handed him a glass of sparkling wine and led him to the couch. When he sat down, she took a seat on his lap and another, younger and prettier woman joined his other side. He looked over at Zoltan who was displaying that signature sly smile of his, looking back at him with an expression that said “I know you’re going to enjoy yourself”.

He took a sip of his champagne and heard the other guitarist say, “Go ahead and get him out of all that clothing, would you girls? Make him comfortable.”

The lady on his lap removed the wine glass from his hand, stood up, and pulled his shirt off over his head, and then the other woman started unbuckling his belt, fondling him through his boxers once his pants were open. He allowed them to pull off his pants, shoes, and socks and then resituate themselves on his lap once more. He caught Zoltan staring at his bare feet, licking his lips, before his eyes darted up to his.

“Comfortable?” he asked.

“Yeah I’m good,” Jason replied, retrieving his wine glass.

“You know, normally I could handle this many women on my own, but I think it’s only courteous to give them an extra tool to work with: I mean, two dicks are better than one, right ladies?” They all enthusiastically agreed with him and Jason smiled. “Are you ready to get this show going?” He asked his bandmate.

“Yeah, go ahead.”

“Alright ladies, do your thing and turn us on,” he told them, prompting them to their knees, “Get down there…”

The women on their laps got down and released the guitarists’ dicks from their boxers, and both men received blowjobs from two women at a time. Jason tilted his head back, letting the breath escape his mouth, and looked back at Zoltan who had his hand on the head of the woman with her mouth around his dick and a focused expression on his face. He looked away and didn’t dare look back.

Jason didn’t really know where Zoltan found women like this. He was sure some were groupies, liked he’d choose for himself every now and then, but he presumed most of them to be strippers with a taste for rich, older men – and they sure were getting a taste now as they skillfully performed oral sex on them, making them moan softly with pleasure, too embarrassed to be too loud around their bandmate, or at least Jason would’ve thought. When the condoms came out and the women straddled their laps, however, he found out just how loud Zoltan could be.

He couldn’t help but look back at him as one of the beautiful blonde-haired women bounced on his cock to see just what was happening to cause him to make the embarrassing amount of noise he was. He kept getting distracted from figuring out what was so special, though, by the black-haired, tan-skinned woman frequently hitting the perfect spot on her way down and the kisses he received from his one of the two blonde women. This woman kissing his mouth and his beard eventually turned on the other woman and they started making out as she pushed his cock deeper inside of her and rolled her hips against it. He sighed with earnest eyes, overwhelmed by the sexiness of it all, and Zoltan must have seen it too because he said, “Oh yeah, girls, that’s hot…”

The two women quickly became very physical with each other and removed themselves from Jason’s lap so they could make out on the floor for everyone to see. Jason wrapped a hand around his dick and summoned one of Zoltan’s girls to suck it by inconsiderately pulling her towards it by the base of her neck. She obliged by putting it in her mouth and taking to it immediately, but she kept her eyes fixed on the lesbian performance on the floor, and the young lady on Zoltan’s lap inserted her middle finger into her vagina as she was bent over the oldest guitarist’s lap.

As Zoltan watched them progressively become more and more sexual with each other, rubbing each other’s breasts and wet pussies, he quietly repeated the words, “Good girls,” a few times under his breath.

The woman in his lap, vying for his attention and her own pleasure, kissed him deeply, but as he continued to watch the two women on the floor, she whispered, “I wanna see you kiss Jason.”

Jason and the woman sucking his dick heard this and it warranted their full attention. “Excuse me?” he asked as she removed his cock from her mouth and sat up. The girls on the floor paused and looked up at the people on the couch.

“I wanna see you and Zoltan kiss. It’d be hot,” she responded shamelessly. The other women mumbled their agreement.

“Oh no, we don’t do that here,” he told them and the black-haired woman on the floor clicked her tongue as the others sighed.

“We’re kissing for your pleasure, so why don’t you do it for ours?” she questioned with a sassy undertone.

“Hey, we’re the men here.” He glanced at his bandmate. “Zoltan, I can’t help but notice that you’re not backing me up here.”

“They’ve got a point,” he said with a sly sideways grin. The girls expressed their excitement with verbal nothings.

“Are you serious?”

Zoltan looked at all of the women and laughed, “Do you ladies want me to kiss this loser for your enjoyment?”

“Oh yeah.”

“Do it, boys.”

Jason spoke up, holding onto the belief that he had a say in this, “Why would you want to see that anyways?”

“Hey,” Candy said, “Men like lesbians, women like gays. It’s basic math.” She shrugged her shoulders cockily.

“Makes sense to me,” Zoltan said quietly to Jason, leaning into the full couch cushion of space separating them.

“Kiss him!”

Jason smiled against his will and gave in. “Alright, alright.” The women on their laps moved hastily out of their way as the other women cheered, and then he met the younger man halfway across the cushion and pecked him on the mouth.

“Better than that!”

“Do it for real!” The women booed.

He exhaled loudly, and Zoltan smiled smugly at him and sneered softly, “Better than that, Jason…”

He glared at him playfully and then scooted in closer to him so that they wouldn’t have to lean. He allowed the younger guitarist to press his mouth into his and as they held the kiss the ladies whooped with jubilance at the erotic scene.

After that, things really heated up. Jason bent a girl over the couch and nailed her as another girl rubbed her clitoris, and Zoltan fucked one woman in the ass as the other lady beneath her licked her pussy. Jason moaned, suspended in a state of all-consuming pleasure, and Zoltan made a variety of distracting, impassioned sounds. The women being fucked screamed out with their orgasms and then were switched out for the other women, and at one point Zoltan and Jason took one of them; Zoltan inserting himself into her vagina and Jason shoving his shaft up her ass, sandwiching her between them; and fucked her in both holes. In this position, the guitarists spent a lot of time looking each other in the eyes, watching their bandmate grimace and groan with sexual passion. Jason could feel each of his thrusts into the woman and occasionally when he moved his hands on her body his fingertips would brush up against his skin. With his imagination he could phase the woman out and enjoy the moment with just himself and Zoltan, and he found himself wishing he could kiss him again and write it off as pleasing the ladies.

The orgy ended with the men being jerked off until they cried out and came over the faces of the four sexy, young women kneeling on the floor. Jason threw his head back with an open mouth and watched the stars in his vision pop on the ceiling, and Zoltan quickly moved himself to the couch to collapse.

They caught their breath and caressed the women after they cleaned themselves off, and then the six of them sat around naked and drank the rest of the champagne. Jason smiled as he listened to Zoltan praise himself and tempt the women with his talk about his money and cars and how he could afford to fly helicopters. After the champagne was gone and the women had dressed and left, kissing the guitarists goodbye, the two men found themselves alone with each other in the trailer.

Zoltan scooted in closer to his friend, who pushed away some, uncomfortable with being naked while immobile next to him. “Enjoy yourself, stallion?” he asked, raising his hand up to pet his neck beard.

“Okay, man…” he said, pulling his head back and moving his hand away, “Their gone now. You don’t have to stay on me.”

“Yeah… They’re gone. That means you and I can do whatever we want. How does that sound?”

Jason stammered awkwardly, “I—I’m not doing anything with you when you’re naked.” His eyes were locked on the younger man’s penis, and it made his face burn red.

“Not even kiss a little?” Zoltan slanted his eyebrows, widened his eyes, and pursed his lips cutely. Jason squirmed uncomfortably in his skin. “Come on.” He leaned in and though the older man initially pulled back a little, he quickly gave into him.

They sat there on the couch kissing, and Jason soon got into it, letting Zoltan push his tongue into his mouth and circle it around his. It wasn’t long, however, before the post-orgasm shame hit him and he pulled back from him. Zoltan went straight for his neck then, not picking up on his discomfort, and Jason’s whole body shivered.

“Dude, stop!”

Zoltan stopped. “What?”

“I— Thanks for the sex party man, but we better, like… go find the others and get rolling out, you know? Get dressed and get going?”

“Why so rushed? If you don’t want to be here with me just say it, man.”

“I— No, man, we’re cool, just… I’m already spent, you know? Those girls drained me,” a smile broke out on his face, “if you know what I’m saying: both mentally and physically. Heh-heh.”

Zoltan simpered, yet his face looked more displeased than happy, and leaned back. “Alright, man. That’s cool,” he said without making eye contact. He stood up, his junk swinging out, and said, “Let’s pack up and roll out, then.”
Jason frowned to himself and bit his bottom lip.
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