3. Iggy

CHAPTER 3

Iggy

T he sun seeps into the tour bus in a burst of obnoxious light. I forgot to pull down the shades last night and now I'm paying for it.

A groan escapes my lips as I turn and witness my limbs tangled in bed, not with some random girl but my best friend. Us being naked in bed together isn't new. Marley and I are the band whores. We like to fuck, and most of the time we like to fuck together. What's new is that my limbs are all twisted around him and the girl that should've been between us is missing.

My cock throbs as I take in his naked state and all the intricate designs etched on his sculpted form, vibrant tattoos on his neck that crawl all the way across his body. There isn't an inch of Marley that's not covered with artwork. But what has me frozen is his thick cock standing at attention, decorated with multiple piercings. Piercings that when they'd rubbed up against my cock had me seeing visions of the divine.

Fuck.

For months now, all I've been doing is staring at my best friend the way I should look at the chicks we fuck together. It's gotten to the point now that I want to only fuck women to see him naked. Last week I tried to fuck solo, but I couldn't get hard. I had to take a Viagra to fuck her. Can't have her flapping her mouth about Striker not being able to get it up. I would've gone to see a doctor, but when I saw Marley naked, getting out of the shower, my cock was so hard I was sure it turned into steel. So obviously it wasn't a problem with my dick, it was a problem with whom it wanted to fuck. Last night proved with no doubt exactly how much my cock wants Marley Banks.

"That's it. Relax your throat and take it all the way," Marley said. He was being gentle with her. He was never gentle.

That was what I loved about fucking with him. It was a turn-on witnessing him come undone in the bedroom. Normally Marley was so wound up, his whole demeanor controlled and fabricated. The only time I witnessed his animalistic side was when he was balls deep in some random chick. It was also the hottest thing I'd ever seen. I even wished I was the girl being held down, gagging. Which was fucked up because I'd never sucked a dick before, nor had I ever wanted to. I'd fucked guys, but it was more of me fuckin' their ass. A hole is a hole, after all.

The girl, I think her name was Greta—or Girdle. Fuck, let's call her G, was sucking Marley down like she was a Hoover and his cock was something hard to pick up off the floor. The thing that was fuckin' wild was that Marley didn't even care to look at her. Instead, his eyes were on me as I had my cock rammed deep into her sopping cunt. At least she was enjoying herself.

I closed my eyes momentarily, trying to control the raging emotions that were bouncing in my mind. I'd popped a Molly, needing to have it as an excuse to remove the barrier. As the pill dissolved on my tongue, I knew it'd give me the excuse I needed. Tomorrow I could condone everything because of the yellow pill with a star stamped on it.

Marley pulled her off him with the help of her long dark hair, and I swear the chick just groaned in frustration.

"I want in that cunt," Marley stated.

"Oh, okay," she said, turning her head to look at me. "You want in my mouth or ass?"

"No, he's gonna fuck this pussy with me," I said.

Marley's eyes met mine, and his body stilled. We'd never double vaginally penetrated a girl before, but as soon as my eyes met the fire and heat within his, I knew there was nothing I wanted more.

I pulled out of the girl and walked over to the back of the bus to the bedroom and laid down on the bed. "Be a good girl and get on this dick."

She didn't hesitate as her hand grabbed the base of my dick right before she impaled herself on me. The girl put on a show too, pretending I was a giant anaconda ramming into her. I'm not a small guy, eight inches with good girth, but the way she screamed was an obvious act. I didn't know why girls thought we liked that shit. The only guys that might get turned on by that nonsense porn-star, over-the-top acting were those who had never been with a girl other than in their fantasies.

My fingers fisted her hair and I dragged her head down, stuffing her face into the mattress. She moaned with the force of my touch. "Why don't you be a good slut and shut your pretty little mouth?"

Marley bit his bottom lip, tugging at the ring on the right side of his mouth as he met my eyes. He stroked his cock slowly and methodically, a fucking torturous rhythm that had my mind tethering on the edge of desperate need and agonizing want. The silver jewelry on his dick had my mouth watering. It was one of the reasons I wanted to double penetrate girls together. From the moment I saw it, there lingered a burning need in me to discern biblically what that double piercing of an apadravya and Prince Albert felt like .

My gaze fixated on Marley as he tore the condom wrapper with his teeth and slid the latex along his dick. His cock was thick and long and I wanted to lick his tip, tugging on his piercings before I laved my tongue along the sexy veins. I groaned as I pondered how good that cock would be deep in my ass. I'd fucked guys before but I'd never bottomed, but in that moment I really wanted to bottom for Marley. See, this was the problem. Letting him fuck me would be a whole fuckin' new issue.

"Oh god," the girl moaned as Marley pushed into her. "I've never fucked a guy with a piercing before. God, that's incredible."

"Can you shut the fuck up?" I spat. "You're ruining this."

I sounded like a fucking asshole. I knew better than to treat women as a vacant hole. My motto in life was to leave them better than you found them. I liked to believe these women understood the deal, but I also had a firm understanding that for some of them there remained a glimmer of hope that we'd fall madly in love. I knew some women didn't realize there's no such thing as a magical pussy. Men don't fall in love with someone's sexual abilities. We bust a nut no matter if you're a pillow princess or a fuckin' Cirque du Soleil acrobat.

The Molly needed to hit in order to take the edge off. It usually took thirty minutes, so anytime now. Once high, I would have this buffer between Marley and me, an excuse to enjoy what I really wanted. I'd stop thinking of her as an inconvenience and more than a crucial enhancement to the blissful sexual experience. I hated how that night with Marley had fucked my mind to this extent. Having urges for my best friend wasn't in my grand plan in life.

I was about to tell her to shut the fuck up again when Marley pushed her head down on the mattress, muffling her words. His eyes locked with mine, and in that moment Gretal-or-Girdle vanished. In my mind, only two people existed. Marley and me. I didn't know if it was the Molly or my own burning desire for this man, but for the first time in my life, sex meant more. I lost myself gazing into his gray depths and came harder than I'd ever had.

I can blame Molly. Yep, it's Molly. The Molly made me hard as fuck for my best friend. It had absolutely nothing to do with his fucking gorgeous cock. Guys are attractive, they fuck hard, and I like that about them. Their bodies can take a larger hit, but my preference has always been women. But the only exception to this rule, apparently, is Marley Banks' hard, tattooed body and his cut, thick pierced dick.

I regret sending Gretal-or-Girdle home last night. Once I fucked her and came, I really didn't want her around. I was so high, and all I wanted was Marley beside me. So, I called one of the security details and got her ass safe and sound to her abode. At the time I thought it was a good idea, but right now that buffer would've been good. I am sure she'd remedy my raging hard-on, even though that isn't my biggest problem at the moment. The large dilemma I have currently is the thick, veiny cock standing at attention against my best friend's tatted-up, muscular abs. Abs that I want to lick up and down before I shove his cock deep in my mouth and gag until his salty flavor coats the back of my throat.

Fuck.

I scrape my face with my open palms, desperately trying to get my raging libido in check. This is my best friend I am lusting for here. A part of me wishes Marley was one of those super straight guys that wouldn't even share a girl with me. You know, the ones that want to believe themselves as not gay and don't even want another guy's dick within a ten-mile radius? But Marley has more experience fucking guys than I do. He'll actually fuck anything. If it's got a hole, Marley Banks will penetrate it.

My eyes wander back to his big, beautiful cock. Oh, my god, did I just think a cock was beautiful?

Cocks aren't beautiful. They are functional.

Tell that to the thick dick giving me sly winks while adorned with jewelry that made my dick weep into submission last night. Maybe I should get a cock piercing. When Marley got his, he was out of commission for months, but goddamn, the way it fucking makes my dick leak for him makes me think it would be worth it. I want him to feel that same mind-blowing sensation I do. Wonder how fucked up we have to get for him to fuck my ass until I beg for his cum like a cheap whore?

I lean forward toward Marley's dick. It's not harming anything if I inspect its glorious beauty. A small touch here and there while he sleeps won't get out of hand. I can't believe I'm convincing myself that the idea of sexually assaulting my best friend might be okay.

What the fuck is wrong with me?

He's out cold, and I am over here wanting to taste every damn inch of him. The way my cock jerks at the idea of being closer to Marley's dick tells me it's on board with the idea. I can blame it on Molly.

My hands glide up the tattoos decorating his thighs. Fuck, some of this ink is absolutely beautiful. Not one tattoo on Marley's skin is mundane. I've never really noticed how artistic each piece is. Until now.

My tongue slides along his skin, licking the vibrant colors on his flesh, and I get high from the flavor of his salty skin. Fuck. How is licking skin a fucking high all on its own ?

Desire burns brightly as I kiss along his thighs and am confronted with his balls. Fuck, the way I want to suck them deep into my mouth, worshipping him like a god. What the fuck is wrong with me? Why am I consumed with Marley's fucking junk? I don't even like to give oral sex. I am a receiver, not a giver. Rock stars don't simp to give head until they are gagging. But dammit, I want to choke on this dick until my eyes are tearing up and spit froths from the corners of my lips.

I inhale his musky scent as I lick up his shaft. Fuck, I want more of it. I want him to flood my mouth until I drown in his cum.

I gaze up at his sleeping form, his long lashes adorning his chiseled face and the slow rise and fall of his expansive, hard chest. It should be a crime to be as attractive as this man. Not one inch of him is anything less than spectacular.

My hand grips the base of his cock and my tongue swirls at the tip. I pay extra attention to his two hot-as-fuck piercings. Slowly, I lower my lips on his shaft and bury him deep inside my mouth. His cock twitches as he hits the back of my throat, causing me to gag, but that doesn't deter me. I want more. So much more. My head bobs up and down, determined to give the best blow job Marley Banks has ever received. I want him to think of my mouth on him every single time he is with anyone else. Even though he is asleep and this encounter will be meaningless for him, there is a part of me that wants this moment imbedded in his memory.

My hand moves to my dick as I pump myself, needing to ease this desperate need inside me from the sensation of his cock in my mouth.

I am so lost in the sensation of pleasing this man that I believe my mind has manifested his firm hands on my head, pushing me down until I can't breathe. My mind must be conjuring up the sensation of him dominating me, taking total control. There is such a ferocious burning desire for this man to use my mouth, taking what he needs. For him to own me, making me his, that for a moment, I think I'm hallucinating the aggressive movements of his hips pounding so vigorously into my mouth.

"Fuck, that's it, baby, take it all. "

The sound of his voice forces me to freeze. I don't get off his dick, nope, that's still lodged deep in my throat. My mouth applies suction to his cock like a baby with his pacifier. My need for his cum outweighing all logic.

My eyes open and I gaze up at the lust-filled intensity in Marley's eyes. A surge of pride blooms in my chest, knowing I put that look there. He knows it's not some groupie making him feel good. It's me. My tongue, my lips, my fucking throat. At this moment, a surge of bravery jolts in my body. There's no worry about the consequences or the gravity of the moment. I want him to shoot his hot load down my throat. I bring up my free hand to the base of his dick and work it in unison with my mouth. He thrusts his hips and I gag, making more spit dribble down his dick and glide down onto his balls.

"That's it, like that. Good boy."

His words of encouragement egg me on. I want to please him. Right now, in this time and space, all I want to be is Marley's good boy. I push back all the messy possibilities and suck him deep, lavishing his cock with the silky touch of my tongue. Letting him discern how much I want him to coat my throat. To give me every single drop. In return, he forces me down in an aggressive show of possession and lust. Power surges in my being that I am the one making Marley Banks fall to pieces. He's fucking my mouth like a hedonist, rabid animal.

"Jesus," he moans as he holds me down and pumps into me, ejaculating his tangy cum deep into my throat.

I lay still, swallowing his load while his cock is still semi-hard in my mouth. We are both frozen, and I'm unsure of what to do. Neither one of us can deny what happened, another step taken that breaches the barriers of our friendship. A friendship that I cannot afford to lose. A friendship that will get muddled and disjointed when sex enters the equation. Do I regret my actions? No, I don't think so, but I worry about what this misstep in judgment might do to the copasetic foundation of our lives, both professionally and personally. I lift off of him and gaze at the blissfully satiated post-ejaculation grin on his face.

"Sorry, man. I think I'm still tripping off Molly. "

Marley says nothing. He stares at me with those fuckin' gray eyes. God, his eyes are so beautiful, at first you think they are blue but then you see the color of clouds and the adorning flecks of gold. I should tell him how I feel, but I'm a fuckin' coward. I've never been any good with maintaining stability in my life and Marley's an anchor that holds me still in an ocean that wants to pull me under. No matter how much I spin in life, he's there, a constant, and no way in hell am I fuckin' that up.

I scamper off the bed and haphazardly toss on clothes. Not even sure if the garments belong to me or to him.

"Those are my boxers," Marley says.

I glance down and quickly rip them off like they're on fire. Personally, I don't mind wearing them, but I also don't want to make things weirder between us by having something so personal of his on my body. My eyes scan the floor for my boxers, and I come up short.

Marley has the audacity to chuckle at my predicament. "You went commando. "

How the fuck is he laughing about all this? Isn't he weirded out that I just sucked him dry and then swallowed his cum like it was holy communion? You'd do it again , a pestering voice in my mind hums, and my hard dick twitches in enthusiastic agreement.

I shove my feet in my jeans and pull them up over my aching cock. Fuck my dick. That asshole is the reason I am in this situation. It's fine, I'll find some chick and fuck her three ways from Sunday and all will be right with the world. My fingers grip my black Tool hoodie before combing through my hair.

"We cool?" I ask Marley.

He has a shit-eating grin on his face as he puts his enormous arms above his head. Fuck, why are his arms built like a linebacker? The fucker is a classically trained pianist. Shouldn't he be all skinny with a gut and thick glasses that have tape at the bridge?

"I'm more than cool. I just came like a motherfuckin' champ. You're the one flailing around like you lost both your big and little head."

My mouth goes dry and there's a lump in my throat. I am the slutty one out of the two of us, not Marley. Yet he's the one gaining confidence while I want to stick my tail between my legs and run. I am not even sure where I could hide to lick my self-imposed wounds. We share a fuckin' bus. A bus that's moving. A bus that's probably in the middle of nowhere right now.

"This doesn't have to be weird if you don't make it," Marley says, as if sensing the torture I am putting myself under. He gets off the bed, his big dick swinging like a smug sonofabitch. "Blame it on Molly."

He shrugs, like me sucking his dick wasn't a big deal. The fuckin' nerve on this motherfucker. As if my blowie skills didn't change his entire brain chemistry. Wait, why the fuck am I upset that he isn't making a big deal out of it? Shouldn't I be relieved? Why am I not relieved? What the fuck do I want out of this situation? You want the favor returned, that's what you want. Fuck, no! I shake my head, desperate to rid myself of the image of Marley kneeling before me, gagging on my dick .

"Everything is cool," I lie. "I'm gonna tune my guitar." I run out of the back bedroom like my feet are on hot coals.

Marley laughs behind me. "I'll be here if you feel like a snack throughout the day.