He Rocks Me All Night Long

It was an incredible show that night. The crowd was awesome; we had them eating from the palms of our hands. We rocked and we rocked hard. As the lead singer/bassist of the group, I get to see all the scantily clad, hot, sweaty young men and women in the audience as they jump around and gyrate their bodies to our music. They always turn me on. The girls in their low cut tops and big jiggling breasts; the hot bare-chested guys in all shapes and sizes. It's difficult to perform with these distractions; but we were on fire that night.

My group, Trauma, is one of the most popular hard rock bands on the New York City circuit. The four members are Latino and we are some of the finest men to hit a stage. My name is Angel and I am 6' tall, long curly black hair, moustache. A lot of people think I look like Chris Connell from Soundgarden, before he cut his hair, whom I think is one of the hottest men around. The biggest difference between Chris and I is I work out and have a body like those perfectly developed Olympic gymnasts.

Dave, the drummer, and his brother Steve, the keyboardist, are identical twins. They're 5'9" with hard bodies, and a coat of hair that covers their body, except on their shoulders and back. They have long, beautiful, straight, jet-black hair that extends to their waists. The only way we can differentiate them is Steve has a moustache and beard; Dave is clean shaven.

Hector, the lead guitarist, is the object of my wildest fantasies. He is 6'2" with a mop of wild curly hair, like Slash from Guns and Roses. He has a swimmer's build with strong, defined pecs that have large, brown silver dollar sized nipples. He has a sprinkling of hair on his pecs that lead a thin line to his belly where it fans out. He has long, beautifully shaped, hairy legs that make me spring to attention every time I see them, which is often.

We have been roommates for the last two years. We met at the Ritz a few years ago, through a mutual friend. We hit it off right away, and jammed on occasion. We were in different bands at the time and toyed with the idea of forming a Latin metal band. We wrote material together and when we hooked up with the twins, we left our other projects to devote all our time to Trauma.

When his ex-girlfriend threw him out, I told him he could stay with me. I have this great, huge, studio apartment where I keep a small four-track recording studio. I knew that I was attracted to him, but I figured there would not be too much harm, since I was seeing this hot lingerie model at the time. What I didn't know is that Hector liked to roam about the house practically nude, wearing little more than his sweatpants, cut off four inches below the crotch. I was never successful at seeing the rod of my dreams, but I caught a few parts of the prize.

Things got even more difficult when I broke up with Justine, the model. I had no one. Sure, there were always throngs of more than willing groupies at our disposal, of both sexes, and I exhausted this resource; but I knew that I wanted Hector. I always took a guy that resembled him over anyone else, including some of the hottest babes I had ever seen.

I never told Hector that I was bisexual. I didn't want to scare him off. As far as he was concerned, I was as straight as he was. The only time I hung out in the clubs with my "babe of the evening," was when they were women. I also arranged a meeting spot for the guys. If anyone in the band knew about my other interests they kept it to themselves.

Hector got really hammered this evening. The whole band drank a little more than normal, but Hector seemed to be completely out of it. I had to practically carry him out of the club and into our apartment. I got him into bed and he passed out. I realized that this was my opportunity to see him completely nude. I figured that if he woke up, I could explain it away by saying I was getting him ready for bed.

I took his shirt off, which was a chore, because he was dead to the world. When it was off, I looked at his torso and was filled with elation. I had to kiss the one furthest from me. I licked and sucked on it until it was hard as a rock. Hector stirred a little, but continued to snore. Feeling bold, I moved to the other nipple and looked at his shorts as they began to tent. With his nipple in my mouth, I undid his buckle and pants. With regret, I left his chest and took off his sneakers and socks, before removing his shorts.

To my surprise, he was not wearing underwear. There it was: his 9 inch, thick, uncut hard cock. I was overcome with desire. I cupped his balls and returned my attention to those thick, brown nipples. I loved his nipples and longed to have them in my mouth for a long time. I squeezed one pec and sucked hard on the other's nipple. Hector groaned in pleasure, but continued to snore. I continued to feast on his nipples, knowing that he will wonder why they are so sore when he wakes up, but I continued anyway.

When I had my fill, I followed the trail of hair leading down to his belly button. I licked around the outy navel and sucked on it before heading down to his cock. I licked the length of his shaft and around the head. My head was swimming with desire.

I stripped down to my birthday suit and crawled between his beautiful, spread-eagled legs and licked under the foreskin of his hard cock, loving the feel of it. I nibbled at it as my head swam in ecstasy. I licked the length of his dick, up and down, lingering around the head, before licking my way back to the base. Finally, I pulled the foreskin back on his dick and took the head in my mouth. I could barely fit the head in my mouth because of its thickness. When I got used to it being in my mouth, I began bobbing my head up and down on it, while my hand held it, following my mouth on this hot rod.

Before long, I realized that his hips were moving with me and I stopped suddenly, but Hector was still snoring. Instead of going back to his dick, I licked at his large hanging balls, sucking one into my mouth, rolling it around with my tongue. I let it plop out of my mouth and sucked the other one in, and began to jerk him with my hand. With my other hand, I played with his ass hole. I released his testicle to lick at his virgin asshole. He tasted so good.

I heard a moan and felt his hand on the back of my head. I jumped back to see him looking at me.

"I's cool man," he slurred, still drunk. "I wondered which one would make the first move."

I fell on him and we kissed for the first time. The first kiss of love is special. It was sweet and gave me gooseflesh. He gently licked at my lips before entering my mouth. I met his tongue with mine and he rolled over so we were on our sides. He pulled off my T-shirt and I quickly got out of my pants. We kissed again, this time he was on top of me. His hands explored my smooth body while I fondled his ample, hairy ass, as we ground hour crotches together. He began sucking at the nape of my while pinching my nipples. He sucked hard and gently bit my neck, like a starving vampire. This with the attack on my nipples made me cum right there.

I never ejaculated like that with a man or woman. I was about to apologize, when I realized Hector paid it no mind. He continued as if nothing happened. I was hard again within a minute.

When he had his fill of my neck, he kissed his way down to my smooth chest. He moved to my left nipple and licked it with his tongue, getting it hard as a raisin, while he pinched the other nipple. He then sucked it into his mouth, very hard and gently nibbled at it. I gasped and he stopped.

"Did I hurt you?"

"Yes, but I'll kill you if you stop."

He moved to my other nipple and grabbed my dick. He was jerking on my dick while he sucked and nibbled at my nipple. No one ever did this to me before. I could not believe how great it felt. Before I knew it, I was shooting another load on my chest and Hector's.

Hector got up and pulled a condom from his nightstand. He gave it to me to put it on. As I rolled the lubricated rubber down his big, thick cock, I couldn't help but get a little nervous. Getting that big dick in my ass was not going to be an easy task.

Hector scooped the cum off our chests and rubbed it into my ass. I was consumed with anticipation. He lifted my legs to his shoulder and kissed them, feeling the length of my hairless legs. He took my right big toe into his mouth and sucked on it. I had another hard on and gooseflesh. I could not believe anyone could make me feel so good. He licked under my knees sending electricity through my body. My brain was on sensory overload.

He then positioned his cock at my asshole and slowly pushed. I forced myself to relax my sphincter as he forced the head of his dick inside. I could not believe the pain, but I said nothing, biting my lip. He slowly pressed forward, leaning his wait onto my body, forcing my knees to me ears. The pain was slowly replaced with pleasure as his long, thick dick rubbed against my prostate. He was completely inside, when he stopped and allowed me to get used to his tool.

I reached up and grabbed his nipples in a vice like grip and he started humping me. The harder I pinched, the harder he pumped me. I was lost in abandon, as we yelled and moaned loudly. I know our neighbors had to hear us, but we did not care.

After what seemed to be an eternity, Hector was pounding hard and I knew he was about to cum. I let go of one nipple and began jacking off. I wanted to cum at the same time. We were yelling at the top of our lungs when Hec shot his load in the condom in my ass and I shot my load between our chests for the third time. He continued to pump, telling me he was still shooting, long after I finished.

Finally, after letting my legs fall to his sides, Hector collapsed on me and we embraced. I found his mouth and we kissed deep, with Hector ramming his tongue deep down my throat. I could not believe it happened, but I immediately began to worry. What would this mean to our friendship? What happens when he's completely sober?

When we stopped kissing, I looked into Hector's beautiful eyes and suddenly realized that he was sober.

"You planned this, didn't you?"

"Kinda," he said with a smirk. "I had a feeling you liked guys when I saw you leave with a few after some of our shows."

"Why didn't you say something?"

"I wasn't sure."

"But I thought you were completely straight."

"So did I," he said, before kissing me again.

We were hard again.

"Why don't we take a shower," I said, "and continue there?"

"Okay, but I want you to fuck me this time."

"I'd love to," I said as we headed toward the shower stall.

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