He turned to look for the singer but didn't see him anywhere it appeared he was alone in the dressing room. I guess the rest of them have hit the showers already.
The shyest of the group Richie looked around once more to make sure he was alone. He had a thing about being naked in front of other men. It made him feel strange. He never knew where to direct his gaze and he surely didn't feel right having other guys looking at his nakedness. Reaching down he grabbed the hem of his sweat-soaked black tank top and pulled it over his head. Next he undid the black leather pants that clung uncomfortably to his body. He peeled them off his legs wishing he'd invited that groupie backstage to do it for him. His head jerked up when he heard the low whistle.
"Who.... who's there?" He asked nervously.
Jon grinned, unseen from his vantage point behind the clothing racks. He'd been watching Richie all night, the way he played that guitar made Jon envious. He laughed to himself.
Bongiovi, only a fuckin' crazy man would wish to be a guitar.
Richie turned to look for a robe, a towel, anything to cover his nudity but the only thing he could see was the damp clothing he'd just removed or.... well.... there was the rack of clothing over to his left. Maybe he could grab something off there to wrap around his sweat-soaked body so that he could make his way to the showers. He walked over to the rack and was about to grab one of the longer coats that were normally only worn when out on stage when he found his wrist held in a strong grip. Panicking he tried to pull away while his free hand moved lower trying in vain to cover his manhood. Who held him, a crazed fan? This fucker is strong! He jerked to get away once more and pulled Jon into view.
Grinning, Jon continued to keep his tight hold on Richie's wrist. "Hey Rich."
"J...Jon... wha.... wha... what are you d...doing?" The guitarist stammered. His face was red with embarrassment having been caught in the nude by his frontman. He kept his hand down over his cock but wished he had something, anything that would fully cover him and keep Jon's eyes from traveling downward.
The singer's tongue peeked out, running slowly across his bottom lip. "Nice," he murmured.
Torn between keeping his hand over his cock and using it to pry Jon's fingers from around his wrist Richie once again stepped back trying to pull away from the fully dressed singer. His actions only ended up pinning him against a wall with Jon standing even closer than he had before.
"Wha... what do.... you...want?" Richie asked sweating more than he had out on stage.
Jon's eyes burned with desire. "I want you to play me like you play your guitars."
"Huh?" Richie replied. Jon had no strings what the fuck was he talking about?
"You thrust against those things like you're fuckin' them and man, the way you move your fingers...." Jon leaned closer, his lips inches from Richie's ear. "I wanna feel those fingers on my cock," he purred.
"Jon?" Richie questioned not at all sure if he liked this new side of his frontman.
"Look, I'll show ya," Jon batted Richie's hand away and gripped the flaccid cock it had been covering.
"Noooooo," Richie said pushing at Jon's shoulder.
Ignoring the guitarist's words Jon began to move, his fingers expertly awaking the flow of blood that filled and expanded his cock. His attentions felt so good Richie closed his eyes for a minute and let Jon have his way.
"OH FUCK! That thing is a beauty Rich!" Jon exclaimed.
Richie snapped his eyes open. "Wrong.... this is... real men.... don't."
"Don't what Rich? Please each other?" Jon started intensely at Richie, his blue eyes blazing, threatening to melt the dark chocolate ones he looked into. "I can please you better than any long-haired big-busted broad you ever slid this magnificent cock into."
Richie's face flamed red, the heat almost unbearable as Jon sank to his knees. The singer grinned up at the guitarist then leaned forward. He trailed his tongue up the underside of Richie's cock; a flick across the top captured the pearly drop that formed there. Richie looked down and moaned softly as Jon licked his upper lip and opened his mouth.
"J...Jon....we.... we can't." Richie stammered, his breathing beginning to increase as Jon continued bathing the guitarist's cock with his tongue. He reached down to push Jon's head away but the singer batted his hand back.
Richie scanned the room nervously. "Wha..... what if.... if someone comes in?"
Jon stopped what he was doing and looked up. Straightening, he stood and took Richie by the hand. "Good thinking," he said as he led the stunned guitarist to a more secluded area.
Once again he backed Richie up against the wall. His hands roamed freely over the contours of the guitarist's body. Richie's body responded shamelessly and when Jon's hand went lower to find and encircle his hardened erection Richie arched, pressing into the singer's hand.
"I.... never.... not with another man."
"No time like the present to start," Jon murmured leaning closer, his lips smothering Richie's protests.
Still unsure about the act the singer wanted to perform Richie was hesitant wondering if he should stop what was happening. Lips different than any other he'd even kissed covered his as the tongue probed, seeking entry into the warm cavern of his mouth. He didn't resist, nor did he respond. Hands roamed and explored the sensitive angles and contours of his body; not petite soft womanly hands, larger, rougher hands, surprisingly gentle hands, Jon's hands. They trailed over his body, stroking him in all the right places, seemingly able to find all the spots on the guitarist's body to make him yearn for more, to make him lean into that touch.
Jon pulled slightly back, a sparkle in his eye, a half smile on his face. His tongue peeked out and wet his lips, the same lips he sealed over the guitarist's in a kiss that consumed all rational thoughts.
"Jon."
The name rolled sensuously off Richie's tongue as the singer nibbled on his ear and ran his thumb over the eye in the head of the taller man's cock. Continuing to exert his control over Richie, Jon stiffened his tongue and trailed down to run circles around nipples made hard by the earlier attention he'd given then with his fingers and thumbs. Richie thrust his hips against Jon's denim clad leg, his cock rubbing hard between the singers palm and the material worn soft from the many washings it had received. A low growl started it the pit of his stomach and worked its way upwards, escaping from between slightly parted lips just as the hot moist tip of Jon's tongue dipped into the guitarist's navel.
Richie was only vaguely aware of footsteps and voices as Jon continued his downward assault. He trembled involuntarily, excitement running rampant through his body as Jon's hands trailed up the insides of his thighs, one making its way between his legs, the index finger moistened with saliva gently massaging the tight ring of muscle at the entrance to his body. The other hand cupped his heavy sack, rolling his balls tenderly yet firmly. His head fell back against the wall. His hands dropped down, fingers weaving through long hair, Jon's hair. He ignored the old-fashioned way of thinking that threatened to bring an end to this feeling of rapture.
"More," he begged loudly, giving no thought to any around who just might hear his expressions of lustful excitement.
Jon filled his request. The singer's tongue snaked out, scooping up the pearly drop of moisture that formed on the tip of Richie's full-fledged erection. He ran his tongue down the entire length then slowly worked back to the tip, swirling it around the head and running it along the eye before opening his mouth wide to accept the cock he'd teased to throbbing hardness. As Jon's mouth descended, his finger penetrated Richie's ass. Never before had the guitarist felt such total sexual pleasure. In and out Jon moved his finger while his head slowly worked its way down the guitarist's long shaft.
It was agonizing. Richie wanted to feel Jon take his whole length but he wasn't sure if he should pull down on his friend's head as he had so many times when it was some nameless groupie. He moved; thrusting only slightly to see what Jon's reaction would be. He wasn't prepared for the gentle squeeze on his balls or the second finger that entered his ass. Jon twisted his wrist and applied a heavier pressure hitting Richie's prostate. A jolt of unexpected pleasure raged throughout his body. Lava flowed through his veins; intense heat rocked him to his very soul. He thrust upwards.
The singer engulfed his entire pulsating shaft, allowing it to enter his throat. His tongue flashed back and forth, suction came when he swallowed. He worked his head up and down, allowing Richie to continue his thrusting; keeping pace with the guitarist so that when Richie pulled back so did Jon. His fingers meanwhile continued their exquisite manipulations of the taller man's ass and balls. Unable to breath normally Richie panted, music to Jon's ears. He felt the beginnings of Richie's orgasm and increased the pace of his administrations both on the guitarist's cock and ass.
"Fuck!" Richie exclaimed as his hot load shot into Jon's mouth.
The singer greedily swallowed everything Richie was able to expel. He slowly removed his fingers from Richie, licked up and down the semi-hard cock a few times, swirling around the head as if it was the tastiest of ice cream cones, then stood to look into the guitarist's impassioned eyes. His hands gripped the sides of Richie's head pulling his face down to be able to plant a kiss on the slightly parted lips. He slid his tongue into the guitarist's mouth and was rewarded with an eager response. Tongues did a spirited dance as Richie's taste was shared between the two men. Breaking the kiss Jon stepped back, the fingers of his right hand trailing down Richie's cheek as his thumb slid softly across the guitarist's kiss-swollen lips.
"You are fantastic," Jon murmured before turning away.
He does that then tells me I'm fantastic? He's got to be kidding! I wonder if I can....
Jon was almost out of sight when Richie spoke up.
"Jon?" He waited until the singer stopped before he added, "I thought you wanted me to play you."
"Huh?" Jon said turning around
"The guitar you said......." Richie's voice trailed off leaving the sentence unfinished.
"Oh yeah, right." Jon laughed and turned back towards the door. "Next time Rich, you can play me next time."
He walked out of sight whistling Born to Be My Baby, never once turning back to see the expression on Richie's face.