FRICTION FICTION: EPIC TOOL by Vernon Clay

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EPIC TOOL by Vernon Clay.

(Advocate Men Special XX Issue Pumpin' Black Dudes.)

The drums were beating so hard that they echoed in Blade's skull,
crowding out all other sounds. He squinted at the studio lights overhead
and brushed at the light film of sweat that covered his nude brown
chest. He was indeed tired as he glanced at the other members of the
group testing their instruments.

He was the lead singer of this group, known on the club circuit as Epic
Tool. They called him M.C. Blade wherever he went, but to his band
members he was just plain Blade. Moving a thick strand of hair from his
face, he watched Stone wail on the saxophone. Stone was dark skinned,
and Blade liked that. Blade had a special affinity for the darker shades
of the rainbow, although a little Caucasian had been a great change of
pace from time to time.

Stone looked good blowing away at Blade's favorite instrument. The gold
chain that hung around Stone's neck slid back and forth across his
smooth chest as he swayed to the melody he created. A black leather vest
hung over Stone's shoulders, but it still gave Blade a chance to peer at
those black nipples and fantasize.

The reason Stone got his name wasn't that he was some sort of junkie —
which is what most of his fans believed — but that his dick was always
hard as stone. He was always a horny son of a bitch.

The drummer was another dark number, but Blade wasn't as attracted to
him as he was to Stone. The drummer's name was Jake, but he was called
Sticks most of the time, unless Blade got angry with him. Sticks was
going through the ritual of tightening his drums and checking his
equipment. He too wore a vest and a gold chain. Maybe Blade didn't like
him as much as he liked Stone because Sticks was an ass eater. He was a
good one, but it had been a while since Blade had had the pleasure of
the service. But he would sometimes get Blade off before Sticks had a
chance to fit that big dick in Blade, and that seemed a waste to Blade.

They were a hit. But there was a problem, one that had stuck with them
since the beginning. Their best raps, their best form, their best
inspiration came when they practiced nude. Then they could get off on
their musical style — and then get off on each other.

Really, the group hadn't been much more than an excuse for sex for them,
and Blade knew that. But they had noticed that their rapping got real
good and that they could make it up on their own, and they knew they all
had plenty of attitude. So they seduced Lon. Lonnie had a small studio.
He made cheap radio commercials, and a few groups that no one ever heard
of again made some demos there. They had him over and started talking
about music and stuff, but all the time Stone kept sliding up to him,
and in no time at all Sticks was between Lon's legs, getting him ready
for Blade.

After the sex, when they were relaxed, the guys had done some of their
raps for Lon, and he said he should put them on tape. And he did. Lon
also had a friend from a small record company listen to the tape and
he'd liked it, and just a few more sessions with Lon (in the studio and
in the bedroom) had gotten a quickie group of tracks laid down.

That's all they thought would happen. But a deejay had played one of
their raps at a club, and the right exec had heard it and asked about
the cut. Now they were supposed to record a whole album for a very big
company tomorrow. Bui this would be the first time they wouldn't be able
to record nude! They wouldn't have their hands all over one another as
they laid down the tracks.

Blade was trying to stop this addiction the best he could. They called
him names behind his back. He didn't care. He was planning to leave the
group anyway. He would tell the group soon. Things were getting too
crazy for him. He was known for that phrase. "Getting too crazy!" he
would say. So now he stood up and hoped he wouldn't have to use it
today.

As Blade stood, the drums slowed in their steady beat. Suspenders hung
from his pants, and he pulled them over his shoulders as he neared the
microphone. He licked his fingers and pulled at the strands of hair that
fell innocently across his forehead, letting them slide through his wet
digits. He let go, and the hair bounced back in a small curl. He pulled
at the suspenders, letting them pop back against his naked brown chest.

"Sounds good from here," said Stone, referring to the sound of the
suspenders. He winked at Blade.

Blade gave him a cross look and a forced smile and then pointed at the
saxophone. No words were exchanged, but Stone knew what Blade meant. He
licked his lips as he prepared to play.

As Stone looked away, Blade's eyes took him in. Practice was going to be
tough, considering what Stone had on. But deep inside, Blade liked it
the way it was. So he lightly tapped his foot on the parquet floor of
Lon's studio, giving Sticks the beat for his entrance. Sticks broke out
with his funky beat, and Blade sang into the mike.

The music started off strong. Blade dug the lyrics into the microphone
as if possessed by the words. Stone churned out solid blasts that pumped
up the tempo. He moved in closer to Blade, and the two of them got
jump-in'. Blade slid down beside Stone until he was on his knees,
showing off the stage skills he'd never been able to use. The sound
became riveting; the beat of the drums pushed on.

Blade stepped over to Sticks, looking him in the eyes. For a moment
Blade was lost in the color of Sticks's eyes. Soft they were. He hadn't
noticed them like this. The man was hot. The lights were reflecting off
his dark wet chest. Blade's arm fell around Sticks's neck, and Blade
moved in a bit closer. Sticks had a mustache, and it added greatly to
his powerful features. Blade could only glare at it and at the lips
under it. He wanted suddenly to kiss him. Right here, right now. To fold
that tongue on his own. To get lost in his mouth. He thought all this in
mere seconds, until he noticed Sticks looking at him with a smile.

The lead singer moved back over to Stone, whose sax was getting weaker
as the drums shouted above him. Blade looked at him hard, trying to get
him back on track. It didn't work. Blade forgot some of the lyrics as
they went on. Then the whole rhythm got tangled, until each member
seemed to be playing a different song on his own. Blade took a deep
breath. Silently. Stone then slowly put his instrument to the side. He
was smiling. Blade looked at him.

"I think we need a little inspiration, Blade," said Stone.

Blade looked in the direction that Stone's eyes fell. He then knew what
kind of inspiration Stone meant, because he had a hard on, pushing from
inside his pants. Blade still almost gasped at the size of it as it ran
along Stone's thigh.

"You gettin' too crazy, Stone," said Blade, waving his hand at Stone and
shaking his head as if disgusted.

"Quit trippin', Blade. Or is it Mr. M.C. Blade?" Stone mocked.

"Don't be funny, Stone. You know what I'm trying to do here for us . .
."

"Us? Don't be actin' like our guardian again, M.C. I left my parents
some time ago, thank you," Stone interjected.

Blade gave a big sigh and replied, "The name is Blade, and I'm not
trying to act like your parent. I just don't feel like being tempted,
Stone. You know that I can hardly resist you at times — and that goes
for you too, Sticks," Blade shouted as he looked over his shoulder at
the drummer.

"1 didn't say anything, Blade," Sticks said, smiling.

Stone moved in closer to Blade. "No one is askin' that you be
resisting." Stone grabbed Blade's neck and slid his leg between Blade's.
Then he slowly brushed his hard cock against Blade's inner thigh. He
then reached around to grab Blade's round butt.

"Let's start that beat again, Sticks!" Blade yelled at the drummer,
turning to deflect Stone's advances.

Stone backed away, a sheepish grin plastered on his face. He dropped his
sax on the floor and just looked at Blade. His dick was still hard,
although it had gone down a bit after the confrontation with Blade. But
looking at the singer, Stone felt trapped in Blade's beauty. His smooth
brown skin seemed to be calling to Stone. He watched as Blade tried to
concentrate on his song, but Stone caught his glances. He knew that
Blade was ready. He could almost see his cock leap in his pants as he
performed his routine. He could almost feel that tight ass wrapping
around his stiff meat. He had to have it.

So, feeling so horny that his hard cock ached to be set free, Stone
started to undo his belt and slip out of his pants. He was surely going
to get this session going. Tomorrow they were going to go to the
recording studio to lay down the tracks for their new album. Stone was
also trying to think of what was best for the group, and getting these
songs perfect was first on the list. Trying to go cold turkey on
stripping at this time was not the answer. So, with that thought in
mind, Stone stripped off his pants.

Blade could not believe what Stone was doing. He would have protested,
but he was rapping. Yet the microphone was not at his mouth. It was
dangling by its wire, and Blade was singing into his hand. When he
realized that, he just let the mike fall to the stage and stared at
Stone — watching Stone's dark cock hanging between his shiny legs.
Blade's breath got heavy, and his mouth started to water. Blade wanted
that dick right now, and the fact that he was trying to practice left
his mind. Blade, thinking of melding with Stone's flesh, pulled at his
sus-penders, slapped open his zipper, and let his dick fall from his
pants. It was hard, and he was horny.

"Just couldn't make it work, could ya, Stone?" asked Blade.

"I intend to make it work, all right. Work inside you," Stone replied.

The drums had stopped, and as Blade looked up, he found Sticks standing
beside Stone, Sticks's thick cock pointing out of his pants. He had
known that this was going to happen. They could argue as much as they
wanted, but it always came down to this: a center-stage fuck.

"Glad to see that you brought your drumstick with you," Stone said,
looking at Sticks's huge black dick, while jerking at his own.

"Just give me a drum to beat it on," he said, looking at Blade.

Blade looked back and started to move over to Sticks's drums. "Well, I
think that these are OK," said Blade, resting his elbows on the top of
the drums.

"Can I play my cymbals too?" Sticks asked, gripping his heavy balls and
walking over to the drums.

"I can't see why not, big boy," Blade teased.

Stone followed Sticks over to the drums. Sticks walked to the rear of
Blade, pumping his large rod with his left hand. Stone stood in front of
Blade, dick standing to attention, and looked into Blade's eyes. Blade
stood between them both, gazing hard at Stone's mighty bone while
manipulating his own massive cock. Stone reached his arm around and
rubbed at the smooth ass Blade had the pleasure of owning.

As the two looked at each other, Sticks eased up behind Blade, pressing
his large dick on Blade's round butt. Grabbing Blade's hips, Sticks
pumped at his ass, feeling his own strong tool glide along the firm
surface. Blade closed his eyes. He almost melted as he felt Sticks's
hard dick rub on him. He could feel the balls bounce on his ass too,
getting his asshole sweaty.

Sticks spread Blade's ass open wider, letting his heavy dick fall
mightily in the crack of Blade's nice round bubble butt. Blade wiggled
his hips, feeling that stiff meat rub his sweaty ass. Sticks held
Blade's butt in both hands and pressed the cheeks together so that they
clamped on his dick. The tightness made Sticks relax into the pleasure
of it all. He rocked against Blade's rear, forcing it to choke his
shaft.

Blade stared at Stone and reached out to touch his chest. So smooth it
was. It was a tight chest, very strong. Blade liked the hardness of it.
He started pinching Stones's tits between his fingers. Stone was
stroking his dick as Blade did this. With his other hand Stone reached
around and rubbed Blade's ass. Stone liked its hardness.

Sticks pushed Blade's back, causing him to bend forward. Blade thought
that Sticks was about to eat his ass, in his usual fashion. He was more
than wrong. Sticks licked his hands and rubbed Blade's hole with his
fingers. Getting more lubrication, he drove his dick deep into Blade's
asshole.

Blade's eyes opened wider, and a small shout escaped his lips. Sticks's
rod drove home, and Blade's butt hole rippled with a sudden sensation
that broke his nerves. Blade took a deep breath and tried to relax. It
started to feel good. Sticks was learning to be a pleaser after all.

Blade turned his attention back to Stone, who was standing in front of
him, his dick staring directly at him. The smell of Stone's dick invaded
Blade's senses, filling his mind with an array of carnal thoughts,
clouding his imagination, wetting his throat.

Blade swiftly took it into the hot sauna of his mouth. Stone threw his
head back, feeling the back of Blade's throat tickle the head of his
cock. Blade pressed his lips together tightly around Stone's manhood,
pulling the skin back till Stone hummed with ecstasy.

Blade was near to choking as Sticks pumped in his ass. Blade closed his
eyes, trying to lessen the pain that Sticks delivered to his ass as
Sticks filled up Blade's hole with his large dick. Sticks moved his
hips, working that tight butt to no end. Blade squeezed his ass tighter,
and Sticks nearly forgot that his feet were still on the ground; it
seemed as if he were on cloud nine. Faster and faster Sticks thudded
that brown ass, getting in deeper and deeper, all the way to his balls.
Blade felt like Sticks's balls were in there as well.

All this was getting Stone hotter than he already was. Blade was still
sucking his cock, and he placed his hand on the back of Blade's head,
forcing more of his dark meat to be swallowed. Blade took it all. He
went at it as if he were going to suck the very color from Stone's cock.

Blade groped his own meat frantically as Sticks fucked his raw ass and
Stone fucked his round moist mouth. This was turning him on so much that
he found himself pushing his ass back more so that he could take in all
of Sticks's majestic beef. More and more, Blade jagged at his own cock.
It was growing harder in his hands. So tight the veins got, so stiff the
flesh became, so heavy it felt in his palm, that he almost forgot where
he was as he got dizzy with the pleasures.

Sticks rocked those cakes even harder. He pumped that ass so hard that
it caused Blade to push even harder on Stone.

"Fuck that ass, Sticks," shouted Stone.

"The ass is good, Stone," Sticks replied, with a strained look on his
face. "But I think I'm about to reach my closing number!" Just then
Sticks let out a low pitched yell and pulled out of Blade.

Sticks closed his eyes. He could sense a churning in his balls. The head
of his mighty rod stung, sending pulses of pleasure through his every
muscle. He moved in closer to Blade, pushing his dick against Blade's
ass. He pressed against that tight butt as hard as he could. Blade could
even feel his muscles start to tense up. Then, with one more hard
thrust, Sticks shot his load.

It came forth in a rushing stream of thick whiteness that landed warmly
along Blade's back. More come shot forth as Sticks continued to drive
his hips into Blade's back. Slowly the movements stopped, and Sticks
took his limp prick and rubbed his come along Blade's back with it.
Stone moved to Blade's rear to see the last of the juices flow.

Blade pulled the skin of his brown dick back till it almost hurt. The
flesh around his balls bunched together as they forced the sweet cream
from them along the fiery trail through his cock. The force of the nut
rushed out his come hole with such urgency that it singed his whole
prick as if it were a hot poker. More and more he came. He was squeezing
his meat like a wet sponge. He pressed all the semen from its source
until that source throbbed in his sticky palms. He had come on the
floor, his legs, his balls, Sticks's knees, and his belly. He was very
much through.

Stone handled his own dick with long slow strokes. He stood up and
walked to the front of the drums. He started to sing one of their songs.
Blade looked at him, marveling at the quality of Stone's voice, which
was now charged with a vibrant urgency that the group had come to rely
on for its few hits this far. Here it was again: the beat, the voice,
the energy. Sticks grabbed his equipment, and joined in with the drums,
the sound flowing effortlessly with Stone's crooning. Blade came out of
his daze and joined in, picking up the verse.

Stone was still hard and whacked at his dick with unbelievable thrusts.
He then raised his hands in the air, gave a low grunt between the beat,
and let his come flow. It fell in a stream along his inner thigh. So
much welled forth that it looked like he was pissing along his leg. A
watery trail led to his knees and dripped to the wood floor.

"How's this for an epic tool?" he asked.

They all laughed.

Max was waiting patiently in the afternoon sun. He lifted his cap to
cool his head and to soothe his thoughts. The company had provided a
limo to take Epic Tool to the recording studio today. This was a long
way from giving the guys a hand with their equipment to and from Lon's
tiny studio.

He'd known these guys for a long time, and he was real proud to have
believed in them from the first. He even knew their biggest secret — the
reason there had been no live appearance yet for Epic Tool — the fact
that these guys performed their best when naked and turned on.

But there was a price for being the good friend rewarded with the one
extra job Epic Tool's studio contract allowed: chauffeur/bodyguard.
Blade had called him last night and asked him a favor. Max had never
been any good at denying that gorgeous golden brown guy anything, so
he'd said yes. But this was going to be tough. Blade had asked him to
tell the engineer at the studio about their recording nude. Blade had
said they might not have to strip, but if things didn't work out, like
they hadn't at the final rehearsal last night, they'd need him. Max
couldn't begin to think of what he was going to say. He would have to
wait and see once they got there.

Surfacing from his reverie, Max noticed that Sticks was sitting on the
driver's side with the door open. Max straightened up and pulled his cap
closer to his face, blocking off the glare of the sun. He leaned against
the limo and took a deep breath. After all this time he still got a rush
thinking about this group and their epic tools. He thought of all the
times he had sneaked a peek in the studio while they were practicing and
had wanted to join in when they started to strip. But he'd thought that
Blade was such a son of a bitch, he hadn't dared even enter. Instead, he
would jack off outside. Now he again had a boner straining his pants.

Sticks looked up and turned his eyes in the direction of the driver. He
could see his bare chest peeping from behind his open jacket. The light
from the sun blazed upon Max's large pecs and tight stomach muscles.
From the fit of his pants, Sticks could see that Max had a generous ass
and a good slab of meat. Sticks smiled. That slab of meat was getting
longer by the moment.

He's horny as hell. Sticks said to himself as he imagined ripping those
pants loose and teasing those balls with his chin as he throated that
big cock.

Max groped the front of his pants, which were so tight that that was all
that was needed for Sticks to see the outline of the hard on. He stood
up and walked around to Max. Max jumped at his sudden appearance and
tried to shield his cock by casually placing his hands on his belt.

"So how you doing, Max?" asked Sticks.

"Doing well as I can be, sir," replied Max, crossing his legs nervously.

"Sir"! After all this time, Max? Does that just happen when you put on
one of those caps? I think that you only call me that when you're
feeling uncomfortable about something. I prefer Sticks. You know that,"
said Sticks, reaching out to pull Max's dark glasses from his face.

"As you say, Sticks," replied Max, as he watched Sticks put the dark
glasses near his open mouth and breathe on them.

The glasses grew fuzzy with the steam Sticks blew on them. Sticks then
placed them on the front of his pants, rubbing them clean on the hard
bulge that protruded there.

"Here, I think that things will look much better now. They were a bit
dirty, Max," said Sticks, placing Max's glasses back on his face.

"Well, thank you, sir . . . I mean Sticks. Things do look better."

"No problem. All you need is good equipment," stated Sticks. He looked
down at Max's pants and smiled a sheepish grin. "Well, what do you
know?" he asked, tapping at the bulge in Max's pants. "You seem to have
some pretty good equipment already."

Max returned Sticks's crooked smile. He knew what Sticks wanted, and he
couldn't deny the fact that he wanted it too. He couldn't control his
desires any more than he could control the rising of the sun and the
moon. "Now, Sticks, if 1 didn't know better, I would think that you have
designs on me," said Max, pulling on his pants.

"Well, aren't I lucky that you don't know any better," said Sticks,
grabbing hold of Max and pulling him into the back of the limo.

Max followed willingly.

"You're thinking of what?!!" shouted Stone, his voice echoing off the
walls of the studio lounge. "This is bullshit, that's what! You're going
nowhere!"

"I'm quitting, Stone. I think that means that I will be going
somewhere," answered Blade.

"And it's because of this nude thing? How crazy can you get?"

"Things are getting crazy."

Stone looked at him in silence then said, "Please refrain from saying
that, will you?"

"I still think that this way of getting our best songs is dangerous. We
are never going to make it big if we keep this up," Blade continued.

"You're a fool, Blade. I am actually talking to a fool!" exclaimed
Sticks, throwing his hands up in the air. "Do you think you can go solo
and sound any better? You can't, and you know I'm right."

"I just want more, Stone!" Blade said.

"No, I know what you want, Blade," said Stone, suddenly reaching over
and rubbing Blade's bare chest. "You need to stop denying your desires
and to start enjoying yourself."

"I'm not denying anything. I like the playing in the nude. I like that I
can sing my best doing it. I like the sex in the studio. I like it all.
It gets my adrenaline flowing. But this won't last. We can't never
appear live. The world will think we're another Milli Vanilli! And you
guys won't even try to learn to do our songs without taking out your
horny huge dicks!"

"But, Blade, this is what's working. This is more than we ever thought
we'd get from just coming up with some crazy raps when we were groovin'
on each other. Why can't we just ride it for what it's worth?" pleaded
Stone.

"It could be worth a lot more," mumbled Blade.

"Try not to get greedy, Blade," Stone said kindly. "See you in a minute?
The limo's waiting." And Stone went out to the car.

Max was sitting in the backseat, his legs spread and his pants bunched
at his ankles. His cock was pulled back, and it stood up firm and hard
in his hand.

Sticks was beside him, his pants open and his dick protruding. He was
glaring at Max's huge cock and licking his lips. Max reached out and
grabbed Sticks's meat in a tight grip. He started stroking it. Sticks
closed his eyes as the sensational feelings made his dick grow harder.
Sticks then stretched out to grab a hold of Max's dick. Max immediately
rotated his hips, helping Sticks to pump his loaded gun.

Sticks gobbled that large dick till Max's hairs pressed at his lips. Max
thrust his hips upward, demanding that Sticks take more of his cock into
his hungry throat. With each thrust Max let out a small grunt. Max
leaned his head back. Sticks was almost gagging on his dick. Max could
feel the tongue pressing his dick to the roof of Sticks's mouth. It was
a tight and wet sensation. That's just how Max liked it.

The sound of Sticks's breathing grew louder as he tried to catch his
breath in between his mighty strokes. Max's dick stuffed his mouth till
his jaws ached from the strain. Sticks's mouth streamed with saliva, and
Max pumped harder. The wetness ran along Max's shaft and gathered at his
balls. Looking at them, Sticks pulled the dick from his mouth and let
his tongue lash out at the balls, pulling them into the warm cavern of
his mouth.

Sticks sucked hard on those sacs, and Max thought he had swallowed them
whole, because the pull was so hard. Sticks then slid down toward the
floor a bit and reached under Max's thighs, pushing them up. Max lay
there and let Sticks lift his legs until his ass was staring Sticks in
the face. Sticks moved down from Max's balls, and his tongue went
directly into Max's hole. He was eating that butt like there was no
tomorrow.

Max moved his hips, and he could feel Sticks's tongue fill up the space
in his asshole. He started stroking his dick faster and faster in rhythm
with the strokes that Sticks gave to his butt. He closed his hole tight,
holding a firm grip on Sticks's tongue. The sweat in his ass turned
Sticks on. Max could feel him work harder as the sweat got heavier.
Finally, Sticks had to move out of there and take a breather.

At that moment Stone peeped through the window. He didn't say a word, he
only winked at Max, and Max winked back. Stone then pulled his head out
only to stick his hard cock in the open window. Max reached out for it
and stroked it.

Stone crawled into the limo. He crawled through the window, over Sticks,
and went right to Max's hard on. With one quick tilt of the neck, he
slipped Max's dick into his mouth.

As Stone lay across him, Sticks removed Stone's pants. Sticks's dick was
pushing against Stone's stomach. Sticks looked at Stone's butt. He was
in the perfect position for a spanking. So he rubbed that black ass and
smacked it lightly. He looked over, seeing Stone's head go up and down,
and he got hornier. He could hear the noise of Max's dick going in and
out of Stone's mouth. He fingered Stone's ass to match the strokes Stone
gave Max. The ass opened wider.

Max let out a deep sigh, and his dick exploded like a volcano of
steaming white lava that flowed from the head of his black mountain. The
very first shot fell thickly along Stone's face, hitting him at the
bridge of his nose. The second flew into the air to land on Max's own
balls. Another flowed down his shaft and over his fingers. Stone whipped
out his tongue and pulled that sweet cream into his mouth. As the last
drop fell, the dick came down on Stone's face, heavy and throbbing.

Sticks let out a shout as his dick shot across Stone's butt. Sticks's
nut rained along Stone's back. The warm stream reached his shoulder
blades. Finished, Sticks smeared the come on Stone's back and his own
belly. Sticks pumped his dick on Stone's butt cheeks until the last of
his come trickled out.

Stone scrambled about until he was sitting up. Max sat up as well. Stone
started to stroke his dick, but Max moved Stone's hand aside with his
own and started jacking Stone's dick with quick movements. Stone pushed
hard against Max's grip until his dick became glossy at the tip. Max
then bent over and took Stone's dick into his mouth, just as the semen
jumped out.

Max tasted Stone's come as it splashed against the back of his throat.
It burned on the way down and settled smoothly in his hot belly. Max
sucked at it more, and the come continued to flow. Like a fountain, the
heat burst within his jaws. As he released his grip, Stone shot more
against the corners of Max's lips, until he could shoot no more.

Max grabbed a wet towel from a compartment within the limo, and they all
started to wipe themselves off.

Suddenly, everyone heard a beep from the building, and they all knew
that Blade was setting the alarm, getting ready to leave the studio.
They scrambled to put their clothes on.

Blade came out from the building with the sax in his hand. He had a sour
expression on his face as he walked to the limo.

"Ready to go, Mr. M.C. Blade?" Max asked as he scrambled from the limo
to stand at attention.

He looked at Max quizzically. "I sure am, Max," he replied, reaching out
to fix his clothes. "Got to watch your appearance a little more, Max."

"Oh, sorry about that," Max said, pulling his clothes together.

Blade looked at the sky. "Well, it is getting hot out here. Can't blame
you for trying to relax."

"Yeah, it did get a little hot a moment ago," Max said and closed the
door after Blade stepped into the car.

They reached the studio after a long ride. There was a full bar in the
limo, and everyone had a little drink to relax them. It worked, and now
they were excited about starting this recording session. Their rhythm
and keyboard tracks had already been laid down. Today they were going to
lay down the vocals and the sax solos to mix with those initial tracks.

The recording engineer met them at the door and had everything laid out
for them. All they had to do was sing their best. He introduced himself
as Terrance and went to start work.

They tried their best to get the session going. It started off strong,
but it was not easy. They were starting to miss their intros, forgetting
lyrics, and pushing it.

Blade stopped the proceedings to go and have a few words with Max. Max
knew what was coming. It was obvious things weren't going right. They'd
done too many takes, and none of them were good enough. Sure enough,
Blade asked Max to talk with the guy in the control booth to see if they
could do it their way. Blade said that they would continue to do it with
their clothes on one more time but that he didn't think that it was
going to help.

Max reached the control booth. The engineer was jacking off while
watching the group! Max smiled. Convincing him would be easy. He looked
at the control panel and noticed that the engineer had a copy of Epic
Tool's first obscure CD on it.

"So, Terrance, how is everything going?" Max asked.

Terrance tried to push his dick back in his pants, startled by Max's
sudden entrance.

"Max, you their limo driver?" Terrance asked.

"You could say that. I'm their bodyguard too," he explained. Then he
told him that the group was going to have to do this recording in the
nude if it was going to be their best.

As Max was explaining the group's singing habits, he began to get turned
on. Terrance's eyes grew bright with the thought of Epic Tool naked
before him in his studio, and he enthusiastically granted approval. Epic
Tool was his favorite group, and M.C. Blade was his idol. He related all
this while looking at the growing bulge in Max's pants.

Blade was outside the booth, trying to see what was going on inside, but
the light in the studio was too bright and the control booth windows
were tinted. So they started to once again try and play with their
clothes on.

In the control booth things were starting to get hot. Terrance was
pulling Max's pants down, watching his thick dick emerge from its hiding
place. He stroked that brown dick with one hand while handling his own
with his other. Max pushed his hips forward, and Terrance took the rod
into his mouth.

Max pumped his dick in and out of Terrance's moist mouth. His hard dick
stabbed at the back of Terrance's throat. Terrance grabbed Max's stem
and jerked Max's dick while it was still in his mouth, urging him to
come down his throat.

Terrance rubbed Max's ass. He felt for his asshole and caressed it,
teased it, opened it. He let Max's dick fall from his lips and stood up.
He walked behind Max and pushed his back until Max was bending over the
control panel. Then Terrance bent to his knees and licked at Max's butt.

Max closed his eyes and licked his lips. He felt Terrance's tongue
plunge into his hole and explore its environment. The heat, the wetness,
the sweat, the breath, it was all there. Suddenly it all stopped, and .
. . something harder tried to enter.

Max looked around to see Terrance was about to bore his big cock into
him. The monster was beer can thick and hose long. Max's body stiffened
as he readied himself for what he knew was going to be the best fuck of
his life. He turned his head so that he wouldn't know when it was
coming. Then he noticed that the band was still singing with their
clothes on. He had forgotten to give them the all clear.

Terrance noticed this too and tapped Max on the shoulder.

"Flick that lever up, there," he said, pointing his finger.

As Max opened the control booth mike, the speakers came on in the
studio, and Max's voice blared, "It's all right M. C. Blade. You can do
it your wa-a-ay!"

"Are you all right, Max?" asked Blade, concerned.

"Nothing I can't handle," Max replied. He looked down his back to see
that Terrance had only put the tip of his dick into his ass. The rest
was soon to follow.

"I hope," Max added quietly to himself as he closed the mike.

Terrance continued entering Max's ass slowly, trying to get all his
mammoth dick in him. Max knew that it wasn't going to work. But it did,
a little. Then it worked some more. Slowly the rhythm built. Faster and
faster the strokes became. Terrance seemed satisfied, though only a
portion of his immense dick was in Max's tight butt. He grabbed Max's
hips and pushed his dick in more, causing Max to fall hard against the
panel.

Max began to jerk at his own dick. The faster he went, the less he
noticed the pain that was generated in his rear. Quicker and quicker he
jacked, till his wrist ached.

Then Terrance delivered his last powerful push, and before he could pull
out, he let loose. Max could feel the juices saturate the inner wall of
his ass. He moved forward, freeing his butt, and the remaining nut
plastered on his back, running down along his crack.

Terrance moved beside Max, holding his dick, which remained huge as if
he were ready for a second round. Max looked at it as he stroked his
dick to the firing point. Then shot. Turning his dick swiftly to the
side, just missing the control panel, he released his load along
Terrance's leg. Max slapped his tumescent dick against his thigh,
shaking the final drop to the floor.

With the OK signal given from Max, the group started to strip. Stone
unbuckled Blade's pants, as his and Sticks's fell to their knees. Blade
sang into the mike as Stone pulled his pants down. Blade then looked
over at Stone, the light catching his body just right. His dick was
standing at attention as if it were about to sing too.

The sound was better, the singing pristine. This was how they had always
wanted to sound. This was the only way to record. The engineer was
highly impressed, and a smile spread across his face. He wouldn't have
believed stripping to the buff could improve their singing so much, but
he didn't care. He was just glad to be there.

Blade leaned to his side, getting hold of Sticks's cock. He pulled at
it, bringing Sticks closer. He rubbed Sticks's ass and bent over to
taste his big black cock. Sticks started delivering a powerful solo
break as Blade ate his meat.

Stone stepped back from Blade, grabbing his mike stand, and wove his
backup vocals into the rap. Blade straightened up and joined Sticks on
his microphone, the three of them sounding better and better. It was all
coming together.

The music surprised them all. It was funky and proper, like the correct
mix of chemicals, exploding in the studio. Raw power, raw vocals, raw
flesh. Three hard dicks blazing in the studio lights.

Blade stepped forward for his solo. Stone started giving Blade head.
Sticks joined in and serviced Blade's rear, placing his eager tongue
inside those eager cheeks.

Blade's voice soared. He attacked his song with a passion that he'd
never expressed before. Then came the saxophone solo. Both Sticks and
Stone moved aside as Blade blared on the sax. Stone was startled by the
great sound Blade freed from the instrument. The studio lights made
Blade's body shine, his hard on appear stiffer, his muscles tense, and
the sax glow as the melody hummed from its brass skin.

The recording was complete. Terrance was thrilled. He started the
playback so that everyone could hear.

The playback started, and Blade moved over to the piano, poking his hot
ass out. The sound of the group was good, and it was making him horny.

Stone walked over to the piano, hard as an iron pole. He pushed Blade's
ass down as he scrambled on top of the piano. Max and Terrance were
already leaving the booth, and Max went to the piano. As he reached the
piano, he saw that Stone was on all fours, teasing Blade with his ass.
Blade reached out and rubbed Stone's crack, slipping his index finger
into his hole.

Max stood on the piano, jerking at his dick. At the same time Blade
crawled on top of the piano, manipulating his dick. He moved closer to
Stone's ass, placing his dick at the hole. Stone moved back, trying to
get Blade's cock into him.

Max stepped up to the pair, stood over Stone's back, waving his stiff
dick in front of Blade. Blade swooped the dick into his mouth and
twisted it like a wild animal between his molars. He thrust his hips
forward, holding tightly to Stone's waist and forced his dick into
Stone.

Stone almost screamed as electricity charged through his whole body.
Blade's legs slapped loudly against Stone's ass as Blade fucked him with
quick short strokes. Max started fucking Blade's mouth in the same
rhythm.

Terrance watched this as Sticks was sucking on the head of his cock.
Sticks sucked heavily on the head. He knew if he took any more of this
big dark penis, it would kill him. Terrance held it tight, and Sticks
could feel the heartbeat within it, vibrating his teeth. This was one
heavy rod, sliding over Sticks's tongue, filling his mouth, while so
much of it was still in his hand!

Terrance turned his head to address a squeaking sound he heard. He saw
Blade fucking Stone, and the pounding had caused the piano to start
moving. Max was losing his balance as the piano moved but tried to keep
his dick in Blade's mouth.

Sticks gave up the fight of trying to swallow all the meat that Terrance
owned and spun him around to answer a call that he knew he could answer:
eating that ass. He attacked Terrance's ass like a dog at its food dish.
His tongue dug deep, and Terrance was in another world.

Max got turned on by watching Sticks eat Terrance's asshole. He pulled
his hard cock from Blade's mouth and moved over to Terrance and Stone.
He grabbed a microphone from its stand and bent down toward Sticks's
ass, pressing his cock against the crack.

"Faster, Blade. Fuck my ass," yelled Stone as Blade rocked him along the
piano top.

"You got some good ass, Stone. Some good ass. I'm going to fuck you
blind," Blade said as he pumped Stone's cheeks harder.

Sticks pushed his ass up, noticing Max at his rear. Max slipped a finger
into his hole. Then slipped in another to open it wider. Suddenly Sticks
felt something hard at his ass. He turned to see Max prying a microphone
into his butt. Max pushed it in and out, while Sticks lay back loving
it.

"Play a little tune for us, asshole," Max said with a smile. He then
moved the mike aside and started to fuck Sticks's hole with a mission.

Blade fucked Stone so hard that he lay flat out on the piano top, taking
it all like a man. Blade felt a tingle at the tip of his cock. He looked
over at Max and got turned on by the way he was masterfully fucking
Sticks. Blade pressed into Stone's shoulders, fucking him now with the
same strokes Max was fucking Sticks.

And then he saw Terrance's dick — huge even at this distance. Out of the
corner of his eye, Blade caught Max looking in his direction. From the
expression on his face, he was ready to climax. Blade took one more look
at Terrance's huge cock, and both he and Max pulled their brown dicks
from the chocolate buns that gripped them.

Their dicks pushed out an incredible supply of serum at the same time.
It spread in the air, landing in thick puddles on the backs of those
they had fucked. Max and Blade's juices flowed and flowed, carried by
the intense sensations they both felt.

Stone slid from under Blade and sat on the edge of the piano. He started
to look at Terrance's dick as he walked over to the piano.

"Can I blow it for you, Terrance?" Stone asked with a smile.

Terrance didn't say a word. Stone took that as a hint and grabbed his
saxophone. He brought it up to Terrance and slipped Terrance's big dick
into the sax.

"You is a big mother," stated Stone, glaring at his package.

"He sure is," said Blade, looking hard at Terrance's dick. His mind was
lost in what that dick could do for him, until he noticed that everyone
was gathered among the mikes, jacking off. He joined the rest of the
group as they all pounded at their flesh. And the love serum poured
forth.

First Stone came, his long stream reaching the opposite side of the
circle. The second shot came from Sticks, heavy and thick like syrup
spurting from a tree. You could almost hear it pound to the wood floor.
Then came Max, shooting off like an 18 year old. Blade came, short
spurts that flew across the floor as if jet propelled. And finally there
was Terrance. His nut went off like a gun, shooting its bullets on
everyone, including himself. It seemed like it would never stop flowing.
When it did, it only added to the great pool that lay between them.

Max, remembering his duties, gathered his clothes, threw them on, and
went to the door. His intuition proved too right, because as he reached
the door, a studio executive was pulling into the parking lot.

"Quick, Mr. Deeds is in the parking lot!" yelled Max to the group.

Everyone scrambled to put on their clothes as the executive reached the
door. Max did his best to hold him back, claiming that he didn't
recognize him. It was only a short delay, then Max had to let him enter.

Mr. Deeds strode into the studio and greeted the group. He listened to
the playback and was amazed at the sound. "See, I told you that being in
a big studio would give you the inspiration that you needed to sound
this good," Mr. Deeds said happily.

Blade addressed him, "Yes, sir. It really took a lot to get these tracks
down. You wouldn't believe . . ." Blade trailed off. Then he winked at
Stone, who then knew Blade was going nowhere, at least not without them.
Epic Tool would rise or fall together.

"I don't care what it took," Mr. Deeds said. "I couldn't care less if
you recorded in the nude. Let's do it again after this smashes the
Billboard charts all to hell. It'll be worth it in the end."

Blade felt his butt, and Mr. Deeds wasn't quite sure why they all
laughed, but he grinned too.

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