Page 29 of Bassist With Benefits
Wearing thigh-high fishnets, garters, and a tight corset, the drag queen pranced over on six-inch stilettos. Alan whistled at her. No dude should be able to walk so gracefully or look like a million bucks when dressed in drag.
“Evening, gentlemen,” the drag queen purred in a husky voice. “I’m Honey Suckles.” She pulled a balloon out of her cleavage and held it to the nipple of her corset, which was the tip of an air hose concealed under her garment. It connected to a small air tank at her hip, and the long balloon inflated like a giant wiener. Honey Suckles tied a knot in the end of the balloon and held it between her thighs. “Oops.” She covered her ruby red lips with the tips of her fingers and smiled bashfully. “I think something came untucked.”
Alan, Jeremy, and Derek all burst out laughing.
Honey Suckles blew up several additional long slender balloons and twisted them together. When she was done, she held up her creation. It was a hat with a giant penis on top, and she stuck it on Jeremy’s head.
Jeremy wore it proudly and turned so his friends could admire his new fashion accessory. “How do I look?”
“Like a dickhead,” Alan said.
“Thanks. I guess that gives me free rein to act like one then.” He stuffed $50 down the drag queen’s cleavage, proving that he wasn’t taking the title seriously.
“Thanks, love.” Honey Suckles winked at Jeremy and moved on to the next group.
“Let me see that thing.” Alan grabbed the balloon hat off of Jeremy’s head and examined it. Two long balloons were twisted together to form the rim of the hat, which kept it stationary on the head, and one long light pink balloon sprung from the top to create a 24-inch penis. The knot on the end of the balloon served as a three-dimensional slit. “This shit is a work of art.”
Three men suddenly surrounded them. Two sat on the end of the circular couch next to Jeremy, and one sat on the other side of Derek. The guy to Jeremy’s right introduced himself immediately. “I’m Doug. This is Joey.” He looked straight at Alan. “Nice penis.”
“Thanks.” Alan stuck the hat back on Jeremy’s head. “But it’s his.”
Doug leaned over Jeremy in order to slip his hand into Alan’s palm. “I’m a big fan. I’m coming to the concert tomorrow at the Frank Erwin Center, but I never expected to run into you tonight.”
“Or you,” Joey said, eyeing Jeremy the same way Doug was eyeing Alan.
“Nice to meet you guys,” Jeremy replied. “Help yourselves to some drinks.”
Doug filled two glasses with vodka, added a few ice cubes, and handed one to his friend. They downed the drink in a few quick gulps, and refilled their drinks. Doug glanced back and forth between Alan and Jeremy, a provocative smile on his lips. “We were hoping for one of your famous threesomes, or group fucks, or whatever you call them. We’d be into some one-on-one or two-on-one action, if you prefer. Or we can mix it up. We’re open to whatever you want.”
The hair on the back of Alan’s neck stood up and his stomach clenched. He knew these two wanted to go back to the bus with him and Jeremy the second they sat down. He poured himself another Jack and Coke, took a long sip, and cradled his glass between his palms. He was crossing the threshold from buzzed to drunk, but he was still coherent enough to know that he wanted no part of what these two guys were offering.
Usually, there’d be no discussion or hesitation, and Alan and Jeremy would be on their way to spending the next few hours sharing the two dudes until they were so tired they couldn’t get it up any longer. Now, things were different. Everything had changed.
Alan viewed his life in two segments now – before the blowjob and after the blowjob. A lot of incredible shit had happened in his life. His band had gotten signed by a major record label and cut their first album before he was 20. He had a half dozen Grammys sitting on a shelf in his living room. He was a worldwide famous rock star. He had a successful restaurant and more money than he could spend in a lifetime. Yet, a single blowjob was the most life altering experience that had ever happened to him.
Doug leaned over and stroked Alan’s thigh. “Let me squeeze in there between you two.”
Alan’s eyes shot to Jeremy and was met with a deer-in-the-headlights stare. They had gotten head from groupies while in the same room since ATB – after the blowjob – and that was awkward enough, but they hadn’t done their infamous group bangs, where they all tumbled in the same bed together, since BTB – before the blowjob.
Alan downed the last of his Jack and Coke and put the glass on the table. His head was spiraling from the alcohol and it escalated his conflicting emotions. His mind was reeling. Instead of being eager to buddy-fuck the two dudes on the couch next to Jeremy, all Alan could think about was tumbling in bed with Jeremy. FUCK! Why was he thinking about Jeremy in a sexual way? And why was it giving him a fucking hard-on? He pulled at his short hair and leaned forward with his elbows on his knees.
“You alright?” Jeremy asked.
Alan was far from alright. “No.” He slid his hands out of his hair and down over his face, trying to wash away images that shouldn’t be in his head.
“What’s wrong? Too much to drink? Do you need to wear the penis hat?”
A short laugh escaped Alan’s throat. With his elbows still on his knees, he turned his head toward Jeremy and peeked over his fingertips. Unsure of what to say, he just sighed.
“You don’t look good. Do you want to call it an early night?” Jeremy had a genuine look of concern across his face. “I can go back to the bus with you. If you want. I don’t mind.”
Alan nodded. “Yeah, I do.” That was exactly what he wanted to do. He wanted to get away from the two guys who were hell bent on luring them into bed, and he just wanted to hang out with his best friend.
When Joey and Doug rose from the couch along with Alan and Jeremy, intent on following them, panic spiked Alan’s heart rate. He hoped Jeremy wasn’t planning on having a three-way with the dudes because Alan had no intention of sitting on the bus and listening to them go at it. And participating in a fuckfest was exactly what he was trying to avoid. While his head was spinning with a drunken haze of different sexual scenarios that might happen, Jeremy squashed the subject.
“Another time, guys. Sorry. Alan’s not feeling well, and my buddy needs me.” Jeremy slung his arm over Alan’s shoulder. “Let’s get you outta here.”
Alan contemplated sitting in one of the captain’s chairs on the bus, but chose the couch because he didn’t want the distance. He wanted Jeremy sitting right next to him. It was a dangerous situation, one he’d been avoiding for weeks. No bus driver. No bandmates. No groupies. Just him and Jeremy. Whatever happened here tonight could quite easily push their friendship to a place where there was no turning back. But hadn’t they passed that threshold already and were only acting as if things weren’t different between them? Ironically, Alan realized that they weren’t acting. Things were the same, except now they seemed closer. They shared a secret, an intimate act that had rocked their friendship. And they survived.
