As he ascended the rickety staircase, Steve had to admit that this was the sort of place where one would expect to find Pete. The lantern-lined hallways, walls covered with lace doilies and antique postcards, and giggling, perfumed boys who eyed him wherever he went were certainly in keeping with the singer's eccentric tastes. Already his heart was beating in anticipation.

When he arrived at the door that had been pointed out to him, Steve paused. He had to compose himself. The perfumed air, half-naked young men, and garish surroundings created an effect that made him dizzy. Pete had never mentioned that he was renting a room in a male brothel!!

The door opened suddenly. Steve stood back in shock as Pete appeared before him once again.

The singer looked wild. His long black hair had been teased � la the BOOM BOOM days, and his makeup was heavily pancaked, Twenties chic. His cream satin robe barely covered his ass and showed off his thigh-high stockings and stiletto heels. The whole picture was so garish and sexual that Steve's dick sprang to complete erection on the spot.

"Steve!!" Pete exclaimed in surprise...and elation. "What the-"

He never finished. Steve tossed his carry-bag past Pete into the gaudy room, grabbed the singer by the arms, and crushed him in a desperate, loving embrace. Their lips met in one explosive motion, followed by moans and frantic tongue wrestling. Pete hooked one stockinged thigh around Steve's waist, crushing their swelling bulges together. When Steve's large hands ran down and clasped Pete's naked ass cheeks, the singer brought his other leg up, forcing Steve to support him.

"Shit," Steve gasped when their lips parted wetly, "I knew I missed you, but this is MAD."

"Steve," Pete cried, "just shut yer gob and fuck me."

Steve carried him over to the unmade bed and collapsed atop the velvet and brocade duvet, still holding him tight. Pete, lying beside him now, undid Steve's straining trousers, releasing the drummer's eleven incher, and grasped it in his warm palm. The precum glistened as it ran in tiny threads across his fingers. Steve moaned and allowed himself to just lie back and enjoy it.

"Pete, it's never been as good with anyone else as it is with you."

He meant it. Pete's hand on his dick was a different sensation than a woman's. So sure, so confident, knowing only as another man does how to change the speed, pressure, and pace to maximize arousal. The feeling was so intoxicating that he was tempted to be selfish and just lie there. He peered at Pete through half-closed eyes and took in the other man's naked body, covered only at the shoulders now. Inspired, he grasped the singer's nipples and began to pinch and twist them hard enough to make the pain and pleasure levels equal, just the way Pete liked it. Pete gasped and began stroking faster.

"Steve...."

Steve moved upward after a few minutes, putting his crotch at a level with Pete's mouth. Pete groaned happily and swallowed the entire shaft down to the base, saliva and precum spilling out of his liplock and matting the drummer's pubic hair. His hair swished across his back as his head bobbed up and down. Slurping and smacking noises increased the arousal level for both of them. Steve had always had a 'hard spot' for quality cocksuckers, and Pete was the best in that field. His palm rested on the back of the singer's head, passively encouraging him to keep going.

He felt orgasmic pressure start to mount, and it was only with ultimate effort that he moved Pete off of his stiff prick and pulled him up to cover the singer's swollen mouth with his own. They French-kissed, sharing the taste of Steve's precum until Steve's tongue burned with a desire to taste something else. He bent his head to Pete's nipples, and sucked on each one alternately, using his lips and teeth to make the wet spot on the singer's G-string spread. Pete eagerly tugged the garment off, tossed it to the floor, and began jerking off.

"Roll over," Steve said. The singer positioned himself on all fours and continued to massage his own erection. Steve pulled his clothes off, threw them onto the antique floorboards, and grasped Pete's pale buttocks in his large hands. He parted them carefully and pushed his face between them. His rough, strong tongue assaulted the clenched opening, easing it up and getting it ready for his pleasure. Pete moaned into the quilt as he was loosened up by degrees. Shaking, he reached out, opened the nighttable drawer, and rummaged inside until his finers detected the small KY tube. He handed it to Steve, who knelt and coated his fingers with the slippery contents. He even squeezed some over Pete's already wet hole.

"Steve, fuck me," Pete pleaded, clutching the quilt until his knuckles were white.

"Greedy, aren't you?" Steve eased two fingers inside, and was pleasantly surprised by how easily they penetrated. Pete clearly wanted him badly. "Have you been fucked at all since you've been here?"

"A few times."

"And have they done you as well as I have?" While teasing Pete, Steve applied grease to the entire length of his cock.

"No...never!"

"Good boy." Steve took out his fingers, grabbed Pete's hips in both hands, and slid himself all the way in with one smooth thrust. It felt so good for both of them that they cried out in mutual ecstasy. Once Pete adjusted to the shock of initial penetration, he wriggled his pelvis, a signal that he wanted the fast ride to begin. Steve, whose nuts were on the verge of exploding, was pleased to comply. His broad hands dug into Pete's hipbones and and his breath came out in gasping sighs.

Horny and hard as he was, Steve almost went limp from shock when a strong set of hands closed around his waist. His eyes flew to the mirror, where he saw a large, muscular man standing behind him, at the foot of the bed. The man was handsome, bronze-complected....and naked from the waist down.

Pete, who also stared into the mirror, said quickly, "Steve, it's Ok...it's Paul. He thinks you're a trick I picked up- we do this scene all the time."

Paul frowned. "Shit, is this a private party then?"

"No," Pete responded. "Steve...I want you to do this with me. I want you to feel what I feel as you fuck me."

Steve's heartbeat increased, this time due to a different type of excitement. Taking it up the ass was not his forte, but the rare occasion that he had tried it (like the couple of times he and Pete had reversed roles), it had been as exhilarating as it was painful. By way of response to Pete's plea, Steve nodded once and bent over, pressing his chest to Pete's back, and held tight.

The initial penetration made Steve wince and cry out in real agony. But just as he was ready to order the other man to stop, the pain dissolved and the pleasure hit hard and strong. He opened himself up more and resumed fucking Pete, relishing his role as the center piece in this smooth sex machine. It was rough...painful...and PERFECT.

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