" i just love kisses and talks of farts!" He laughs hard. He was having a blast with billy. Erich did enjoy knowing peoples opinions of one another. Assuming Blake must be deserving of billy's ire,Erich drops it. He honestly wouldn't know Blake of he ran over him in a truck. Blake was before he really knew dustyn well,so he couldn't care less about him. Dallas he did. Erich cracks up as only a man with a handful of balls can. " billy,not about to collect naked mental images of all your bandmates. I draw the line at dustyn and you. One of those was an accident!" He laughs,still gently squeezing and releasing billy. He listens to billys suggestions and his request . The duke did have a lovely pool area. The pool itself was dry and a basically a death trap. But the chairs were nice. Erich ponders a second,considering billy',s request. He gives a little smile and leans down to kiss billy's forehead,then his lips and finally sucking on his neck. " i ain't kissing your feet or putting a tongue in your ass." Erich chuckles.

Erich smirks at the dustyn story. He's seen all of his band,and each of the harlots sans clothing. It just happened on tour. Doors don't lock,towels are scarce,there was many reasons for accidental nudity. " gotta love Dusty...such a special chap. Thank god he was a bottom,right? He'd have left a trail of bodies in his wake!" Erich smiles and looks out the window briefly. It did feel good to speak of dustyn,but it did reinforce the idea he was gone. " Oscar's tape?! Hell no I didn't watch that. I just couldn't see eidilh doing.....that. at first on big brother,I wanted to give her a rogering. But then when I got to know her? If felt kinda wrong. I don't know how he fucks that girl." Erich says,shaking his head. He'd fuck nearly anything,but that girl seemed very damaged. Erich closes his eyes and enjoys the feel of billys hands on his back. " your hands are amazingly soft." He says,very pleased with the sensation. Erich pops his eyes open and looks down at billy. " is there anything your freaky self won't do?!" He chuckles before kissing Billy's arms and sides,sometimes giving slight nibbles. " not sure I want a tongue in the ass.not sure at all!" He says between kisses as he moves down billys legs.

Erich smiles at the memory of dustyn. " damn,I miss that man. One in a million. Shoulda been all four of the stat nerds instead of him." He frowns slightly. It wasn't right such a kind person was gone and many other dull people still lived on. Erich gives a little jump when he feels a hand on his butt.in spite of everything going on,it still surprised him to be touched. " yes,keep doing that.it feels wonderful." Erich says softly,laying on Billy. He shakes his head with billys admission he is up for just about anything. This was oddly comforting to Erich. Nothing is worse than going too far. Though he was certain he was awfully vanilla tonight. It was all new,so that as his excuse.Erich kisses down one leg and up the other. Nervously he kisses each of billys balls and all the way up his cock until he reaches the head,he gingerly wraps his mouth around it. It was the worst kind of blow job,but any further than the head and he would gag..

" you'll be In good company.I'll be around forever. At least until the moment I am drUnk at a zoo and decide to fight a kangaroo." Erich grins and pretends to throw a few punches. He had seen his own death many times. It was always the same: drunkenly boxing a kangaroo. The marsupial would quickly gain the upper hand and make short work of Erich. For this reason,Erich never drinks and zoos. He jumps when he is spanked,holding billy's shoulders for leverage to keep from falling off. " yes,yes I do." He answers billy,poking his butt out for another. " I would threaten to return the favor,but something tells me a mere light tap isn't enough for you." Erich leans over to the night stand and takes a few bumps of coke off a key. He hated coming down off anything,but especially coke. So the only choice was to keep going. Erich looks around billys dick comically to make eye contact " suck on....fhem?" He asks,giving another kiss to each one. " your ass better be worth it." He teases,before sucking on billys balls,tugging them on lightly.

" good thing that bastard didn't show up. I'd have plugged him then and there. Then fed his ass to the alligators." Eirch says with a scowl.he never met dustyns father,but knew he was less than pleasant." I had to take dustyn in. He reminded me too much of myself at his age." Erich explains simply. As his ass is smacked, Erich hops further and further up billys torso. " yowch! I'm delicate. And unless you want a limp Willy squishing against your ass,don't make me think of Adam black." Erich laughs,making a squishing sound as he bounces it on billy 's chest. " sure!" Erich answers billys crack question..he hops off of billy and lies Beside him on his stomach. " we're ttalking snorting and not smoking,right? I don't like fire near my under carriage." He looks over his shoulder with a grin. Billy was Erichs sort of crazy. Who else really would do coke out of a persons crack? Erich smiles when billy brings his knees up.he caresses billy's ass softly,giving it a lttle pat. Erich kneels and holds billy's legs to his chest. " then why wait? There is a war going on and we could be nuked at any time." He grins and ...knocks on the back door.

Erich shakes his head and grimaces. When Erich made it big,he had distant family members crawling out of the woodwork. All with their hands out,of course. But they at least pretended to like him. " his mom? I don't think I saw her. I was pretty plastered though...dustyn wouldnt have wanted a sanitized Erich paying his respects." He smirks mischievously. Erich had found someone to bed at the funeral. He certainly was the kind who saw funerals to be a celebration of life. Erich gets the giggles when billy sits in his back. It was hard to be serious when someone was about to do drugs off your ass. Feeling butt cheeks on your back wasn't any more solemn. In spite of what was going on,Erich still found male nudity funny. " like being burned?! Who the fuck likes -" Erich starts before feeling something wet touch his butt. " holy hell! What was that?! " Erich exclaims,thrashing around wildly. " feels like a fucking leech in my ass!" He howls. A leech is the first flat,wet,and wiggly thing that comes to his mind. Erich smiles down at billy,leaning down to kiss him and he presses himself in as far as he could." I guess this would be a proper time to say...fuck you?" He smirks and looks down. Yup.he was indeed fucking a man.

" i hope nobody comes to my funeral. I don't even want one of the blasted things. Stick a bone in my ass and let the dogs drag me off." Erich laughs. Funerals also seemed to be hotbeds for family disputes and arguments. He was petrified a fight would start and the coffin would be knocked over,exposing his shriveled and very dead penis to the world. " candle wax? You and karoliena would get on well. Way back when she sent me to hospital one night.she nearly got arrested for abuse!" He grins.its always hard to explain broken limbs when nude to paramedics. Erich laughs and adjusts the pillow. " no! I didn't like it. When you aren't expecting something to enter your butt,it's pretty shocking. Especially something wet " he laughs hard. The comical aspect of this fling could not be ignored. " i do know,and I don't care. Its my ass isn't it? I know where it's been. Granted,the tongue was surprising,but other than that? I'm pretty aware of what goes on there." He says looking back to billy. " you like it rough,huh? Sorry I'm a lover and not a fighter." He kisses billy again and slowly moves his hips. " totally worth it,billy. " he whispers,closing his eyes. Not one to be selfish,he reaches down to massage Billy's balls. Knowing that its one of billys favorite places.

Scott Hilton smiles as he steps out of the back of the Ricoh Coliseum in Toronto. It seemed like Canada was a country that Blood of Wecz only ever managed to play one show on every time they would tour, so he loved getting the chance to come here and meet the fans who were really passionate. The distance most of them had to travel to see the only Canadian show of the Blood of Wecz tour made the atmosphere in the arena each time the band came here seem even more special than in other nations they would visit. For Scott, aged 19 and with the world at his feet, this just added another little bit of confidence to his already sizeable ego. He had started to fit nicely into the role of rock star in the last year in particular, now that he was being viewed as some sort of sex symbol for the metal genre. Tonight was no different. Girls down front had been screaming for him all night, and as he left the arena to make the short journey back to his bus, he knew what to expect. Swathes of girls were waiting when he stepped outside, holding up signs emblazoned with his name, screaming and trying to get him to sign any part of their flesh exposed to the cold December air. He smiles a little and waves to those at the back as he tries his best to sign as many boobs as possible while his security team try to pull him onto the bus and away from the perceived risk. It was the part of his job he had come to love more than anything else, the adulation. Before his 19th birthday, he had been the frontman of Blood of Wecz, but he was still the same teenager he had been growing up; cocky in public but still a little unsure of himself. In the past 12 months, however, he had come to love what he had been given, the chance to be adored, the chance to be loved and the chance to sleep with as many people as possible. He was living it large - sex, drugs and rock and roll were on his agenda every day and it was like some sort of dream. He also loved the fact that he could be a total asshole around people but because of who he was they would still love him. He lost count of the number of times he had been a total ass to a girl and then he had still woken up next to her after adding her as yet another notch on his bed post. It almost felt like a superpower to him and he loved it. As the bus door opens, he blows some kisses to the girls security are holding back before he disappears quickly onto the bus with a wide smile that could melt a thousand hearts.

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As Scott ascends the stairs inside the bus, he had no idea that there was someone trying to find him, and even if he did, it wouldn't have been much of a surprise to him. Those electric blue eyes and his flowing brown hair had gotten him into a lot of trouble over the past year after all. He walks into the main part of the bus and takes his jacket off. It had been freezing out in the Canadian winter, but it was hot as hell in the bus. Under his jacket, Scott was dressed in a pair of dark skinny jeans and a red flannel button-up shirt. "Alright, bud?" he asks as he sees Blood of Wecz's newest member, Mark Talley, who at 16 was the youngest on this tour by a long way, sitting reading. "Yeah, I'm good, man," Mark says with a smile. Scott nods and walks to the fridge, grabbing a beer and fetching a spliff from his pocket. He walks back to the table where Mark is sat and puts his beer and spliff down, before bringing a little bag of white powder from his pocket. "To take the edge off," he tells Mark with a little laugh, before preparing a line of coke and snorting it without delay. He sighs, relaxed at last, and then lights his spliff, sitting back on the couch to smoke it and chill out at long last. Touring was intense and he enjoyed getting the chance to just relax when he could. Drugs and women had become his outlets for stress relief, even if he was yet to realise how much he was seriously addicted to both.

"No ladies, tonight?" Mark asks, a question which makes Scott chuckle and shrug. "Not yet. I mean maybe later. Did you see how hot they were for us?" Mark raises his eyebrow. "You mean how hot they were for you," he says, making Scott laugh knowingly. "Well...of course. I'll maybe see who's around after I have this. I think there's a club on the corner too. Always some sexy ladies looking for some good cock to be found, Marky boy," he winks before taking a long puff from his joint.

Scott was feeling a lot more chilled now than he had been when he first got off stage. That first spliff, mixed with just a little bit of cocaine...it always did the trick for him. He looks over at Mark reading his book and smirks. "You know, kid, I never know how you manage to do it. Staying sober for the whole tour without getting wasted even once? That's like a mad skill," he chuckles. Mark just shrugs a little and puts his book down. "I just never really fancied all of that stuff. Nothing against the rest of you guys getting high...I just don't really like the idea," he says very matter of factly. Despite being only 16, Mark was wise beyond his years and very mature. Just then, there's a tapping on the door of the bus, which causes them both to look over. "Must be security," Scott says, pulling himself to his feet. "Now the pussy," he says to Mark as he heads to the door. "I just can't fathom how you go a whole tour without pussy," he laughs. When he's just about at the door, though, he hears a girl call out his name and he stops. "Well well...sounds like I take deliveries now as well," he jokes, taking another long drag from his spliff.

When Scott opens the door, he was still half expecting to see some official. No one else was allowed back here after all. But the sight that greets him is altogether different, and he smiles wryly. This girl was cute, she was not a member of staff, and she was definitely not dressed for such a freezing night. Scott smiles as he looks her up and down. She looked good, but he couldn't ascertain yet if she was just an enterprising fan or a crazy nut who forced her way back here. "Well, hey," he says smoothly. "How did you manage to get back here? Been misbehaving?" he asks with a little wink. "Scott H," he says confidently, holding out his hand as if to pretend he thought she might not know him. In his mind, he was actually the sole reason Gia had snuck back here, even though he didn't know how right he was.