Author's Note: This is a work of fiction, guys. It implies nothing to the sexuality of Sugar Ray members Mark or Murphy. In other words, relax!! Story is Copyright to it's respective author, but all rights and privileges are granted to the Nifty Archive. No duplication in any part or whole without direct written consent from the author or the Nifty Archive is strictly illegal. Yeah yeah, legal mumbo jumbo. Nobody reads this anyway. On to the story... "Sugar-Ray-Hits-Boston" By NothingsExtra
Mark awoke with a start, his heart racing, his chest pounding. His body, and his sheets, was covered in a cold sweat. A nightmare? No. Worse. He need release.
Sugar Ray had been on tour for seemingly forever, and the vocalist just couldn't seem to find time to beat his meat, let alone find someone to do it for him. He had long considered wanking in bed, but he always was rooming with someone, so he didn't have the privacy. Mark rolled over and looked at his roommate for the night. Matthew, though everyone called him Murphey.
Murphey was asleep. His body rolled with a steady respiration pattern. He was sleeping without a shirt, and his back muscles tensed and released. Mark couldn't help but watch his strong love handles flex with every breath.
He muttered quietly to himself as he pulled himself out of bed. "Come on, Mark...damnit, man. I know you're horny, but come on, you can't be thinking about getting it off to Murphey. You're not a queer, and neither is he..."
Mark walked to the bathroom, and waited until the door was closed before he turned on the light. He studied himself in the mirror. He knew he looked damn good looking. He loved the looks he got on the street and in the concerts. It gave him a rush to know people wanted him.
Mark reached a hand down and jostled his genitals with one hand through his silk boxers. His erection was subsiding, but it wasn't helping his state of mind any. He need to cum. Whether it be jacking off or fucking, he needed it badly.
He sat down on the lowered toilet seat and considered his options. He could jack off, but masturbation was such a lonely practice, and he wanted a more powerful experience. After all, he hadn't shot in over three months. He wanted to dump his cum in someone. He sighed, and realized what his subconscious was suggesting to him.
It's Boston...three in the morning...the whores will be out in full force. I could probably pick one up within a short walk. No driving...
Mark lifted the elastic band of his boxers and studied his limp dick. It was screaming at him.
........Alright....I'll do it.
Mark had slipped on a nice outfit, as quietly as he could. A white beater that smelled of sweat, dress pants he had worn at the fancy dinner earlier that night that complimented his ass nicely, a bandana tied at the front like DJ Homicide had taught him, and an expensive leather jacket. He looked damn fine, and he knew it.
He rounded the corner, and looked down an alleyway. Sure enough, he found a woman standing by herself. It was dark, but he could see her pretty well. She looked to be Peurto Rican in origin, but probably not a direct nationality. She was wearing a skimpy leather halter top and jean short shorts that rode up well past her hips. If the fabric was any thinner, she'd have a camel toe. Her hair, raven black, was tied back in a tight pony-tail. Her breasts were round and firm, and her nipples poked out of her top. Her ass, which was easily seen through the small shorts, was nice and full. Mark's cock was raging already.
He approached her, and she studied him. "...Don't I know you? You look familiar, thug."
Mark shrugged, and smiled politely. "I don't know...but I'm sure you won't forget me."
She traced a finger along his chest, and then brought it up to his face, rubbing it around behind his ear. "You think you're that good, stud? Alright...how much do you got?"
"A hundred."
"You don't spare any expense, do you?"
"No...are you clean?"
"Yeah, thug. I don't got anything. Just started in the business...but I can still make your balls turn blue like a pro." She stepped up to him, and pushed her hips against his lap. His hard cock could be felt pretty easily. She liked how it felt already.
"Good...do you have a place, or do we need a hotel?"
"We'll go back to my house, thug. Plenty of booze there, too. Come on, baby."
He followed like a lost dog, admiring her asscheeks rubbing together. Behind them, a man slipped out of the shadows and quietly walked several meters behind.
"So what's your name, thug?" The woman opened her door and led him inside.
"Mark...and you?"
"Lila." She then turned. "Where do you wanna fuck? Shower? Bedroom?"
Mark decided to throw caution to the wind, and got a bit ambitious. He took off his jacket and tossed it aside, letting her see his beater-clad chest more clearly. "How about on the floor?"
Lila then dropped to her knees like a trained animal, and began massaging Mark's calves through his pants with her hands. He stuck out her tongue and traced it around his dick through the zipper of his pants. He quickly reached down to undo it, and the pants dropped to his ankles quickly. Lila stood up, and embraced Mark in a tongue-slobbering kiss. She began to furiously lick all over his mouth.
He undid her halter top, and when it fell free, he let it drop to the floor. Her exposed nipples grew hard and rigid in the cold air. Mark placed his fingers around them, and began to squeeze, twist, and pull. Lila moaned in scripted pleasure, and ran her hands across his well muscled chest. She quickly tugged his beater off, and licked all over his brown nipples.
Mark was moaning loudly when Lila pulled down his boxers to his knees, exposing his thick cut of meat. Mark really had a lot going for him. A hot face, a hot body, and of course, a huge dick. It was ten and a half inches long, and as thick as a cucumber. It also had a slight bend to it. Lila wasted no time running her fingers over his cock and balls.
Mark unbuttoned her short shorts and pulled them off with some difficulty. She wasn't wearing underwear, and her pussy looked up at him from beneath her brown bush. He stuck two fingers inside her, exploring for her clit. He eventually found it, and began rubbing it madly. Lila finally began to moan with sincerity. She had never had a man please her first.
"I wanna be in you, Lila." Mark backed her against a wall, and she sighed with ecstasy. Mark reached down, and took his own dick in his hand. He rubbed a little of his precum around his shaft for lubricant, and then, without giving his ho a warning, he plunged it forward. It found her hole quickly, and struggled its way inside. Lila rolled her head back and sighed again. They lowered themselves to the floor without him ever slipping out of her.
The two then traded places, so Lila was kneeling in front of Mark, so just his cockhead was inside her. "When...was the...last time...you came?"
"Three months ago. I'm gonna pop a huge load, baby."
She then proceeded to begin bucking her hips wildly. Their breaths became short. Mark was grunting, his hot exhales hitting Lila in the face. She realized his breath was slightly foul with the stench of alcohol. Her pussy walls were blazing with fire from joy and pain. This was the largest cock she'd ever had in her. Mark then reached around, and stuck three fingers inside her asshole. She moaned as a fourth found its way in. Finally, his thumb peeked inside. Her moans turned to gasps of pain. Mark smiled at her, and then shoved his hand in. His knuckles slid past the stretched walls of her asshole. Lila had never experienced such ecstasy. Both her cunt and her ass were alive with pain.
Mark could feel his orgasm approaching, so he pulled his hand out of Lila's ass, complete with her screaming in pain, and lowered himself on top of her. Her back was against the dusty floor. He continued pistoning her cunt, but he began to move his body. He rotated ninety degrees, and then came back. He then did it the other way. He kept repeating this.
Lila found it odd, but after a few rotations, found it extremely enjoyable. In fact, it brought her to her first orgasm of the evening. Mark got himself back up face to face with his slut, and watched her mouth open in a silent scream. Her pussy walls clenching on his rock cock was all he could take.
"Fucking...bitch...making me...cum..."
"Fuck me, baby. Come on, thug. Cum. Cum. Cum."
Mark's back arched, and he slammed his dick as far as it would go into her pussy. His balls felt like they were exploding. His cum erupted inside her pussy. One, two three shots blasted into her. He then pulled out. His fourth spurt hit off her cunt lips and splattered against them both. The fifth and sixth shots landed on her tits and chin. The seventh and eighth landed on Mark's chest, and one across his mouth (some entered his mouth). The ninth, and final spurt of his orgasm, arched up, and landed right in Lila's mouth.
Sugar Ray's vocalist collapsed on Lila, the cum spreading onto both of them. His cock hurt badly in post-orgasm clenches. Their breaths were short. Mark's cock finally got soft as he began to clean his own cum out of her pussy with his tongue. She hit two more orgasms before all the cum was gone.
"That...was great...Lila."
"Yeah..." She kissed him.
"Yeah, it was." A third voice spoke, frightening them both. It was Murphey!!
Mark jumped up off of Lila, his limp dick swinging between his legs. "Murphey!! What the fuck are you doing here?!"
"I followed you, you cocksucker. Buying a ho? Damn...I was hoping I could get some of that spunk for myself...but you needed a titchick instead, I guess."
"You wanted...my cock?"
"Yeah, man. But it doesn't matter, `cuz I'm gonna get it anyway." He began walking towards Mark.
"How's that??"
"Because...I can tell everyone how you fucked a whore. You'll be booed off the stage, man."
"Wait...dude, Murphey...no, man. Okay...what do you want?"
"You to bend over."
"....Alright, dawg. Whatever you want." And with that, Mark turned around, got onto his knees, and bent over, placing his elbows on the floor. Murphey wasted no time. He walked over to him, got on his knees, and reached inside his open fly. He wormed out his tiny dick, only six inches long and not very thick. Without lubricant of any kind, he placed it at the rosebud of Mark's ass, and pushed. It was small, but it hurt like hell inside Mark's virgin ass. However, Mark was loving every second of it. Lila decided to get in on the action, so she walked over to the boys, and slid under Mark. His dick once again found its way inside her, even though he was barely even starting to get an erection. Murphey was slow at fucking Mark's hot ass at first, but ass his orgasm built he went faster. He began shouting as his dick flew in and out of Mark's pussy.
"Yeah..ugh..ugh...Mark...bet this feels even better than your slut's cunt, huh? You like my cock, man?"
"Yeah Murpehy! Dude, fuck me harder...harder, dude."
Murphey quickly obliged. His orgasm hit with intensity. He shot seven streams of spunk inside Mark's boycunt before his dick went limp. Mark also came, though much later. As a parting shot, Murphey forced Mark to finger his own asshole, and whatever cum he got out he had to eat. Murphey watched and smiled as Mark swallowed his friends load. Lila fingered her pussy during it.
After they cleaned up, Mark offered Lila the money, but she declined. She did say, however, "If you're ever back in Boston, thugs, come find me. I want some more of those dicks."