Carlos opened his eyes and after a split second of disorientation, he remembered where he was and who he was with. He checked his phone, noticing the time. "Fuck, man, it's half past twelve," he said. "It's the fucking afternoon already."
Gorilla was unexpectedly shunted out of a deep sleep. He rolled over and farted. Without a word, he got up and shuffled to the bathroom, noting Carlos's presence by being nice enough to close the bathroom door before dropping a log or two.
Carlos lay on his back and stared at the ceiling, trying to ignore the stench of Gorilla's rancid fart while simultaneously trying to piece together what had happened last night. A few minutes later, Gorilla flushed the bowl and re-emerged from the bathroom, feeling a few pounds lighter. He ceremoniously flipped the switch for the exhaust fan. "Wouldn't go in there for a few minutes," he warned. These were his first words of the day. He burped.
"That's a bit filthy, man," Carlos complained as he propped himself up on one elbow. Gorilla stood nude in front of him.
"I'm not used to waking up with someone in my bed," said Gorilla. "If you find me disgusting, you can leave whenever you want to, and I'll be gone tomorrow anyway."
Carlos didn't think Gorilla was 'disgusting', but he'd seen enough to know he was extremely rough around the edges. He wondered if they'd have the conversation where phone numbers were swapped. He assumed Gorilla wasn't that kind of guy. Come to think of it, neither was Carlos. But having said that, he'd definitely be up for another sweaty hookup with Gorilla whenever he was in town next. Carlos flopped back down onto the mattress.
Gorilla pulled the blinds down to block out the daylight before laying back down on the bed. "Think I'm gonna take some more shuteye. I never get enough sleep on the road. I'm still tired. You can stay here if you like. Or leave. Up to you."
If Carlos was honest with himself, he hadn't had enough sleep lately either. He'd recently discovered how hard a rockstar works. He'd learned how much sweat and effort was involved in playing even just a small regional tour. The mornings are early and the nights are late. He checked his phone, and there were no crisis messages from last night's performance. The tour was over, he was free for the day, and he had no plans. He decided he could do with some more rest too. "You OK if I grab some more sleep too? Not easy being a rockstar." He grabbed some bedclothes and rolled over.
Gorilla grunted. He began drifting back to sleep with images of Carlos prancing around on stage in his denim cutoffs looping through his mind. His fingers brushed across his sensitive nipples and he sighed as his cock became semi-erect. He tickled his balls and his cock stiffened to full mast. He drooled spit onto his palm and began stroking himself to the thought of the man who occupied the opposite side of his mattress. His hand traversed the shortish length and breadth of his shaft, lingering at his tip, teasing the head.
Carlos listened. Even though Gorilla made a genuine attempt to stay quiet, Carlos knew exactly what was happening on the other side of the bed.
Gorilla came all over his hand. He went back to sleep with his load drying on his hand and on the sheet. Carlos had no idea that he was Gorilla's momentary fantasy.
The clock on the wall ticked forward, relentlessly, unstoppingly. Seconds passed. Minutes. Hours.
Gorilla woke up around three in the afternoon. He wasn't sure what he'd been dreaming about, but his cock was hard again. Carlos was still asleep.
Gorilla shook Carlos by the shoulder in an attempt to wake him. Eventually, Carlos responded. Gorilla leaned into Carlos's face. "Hey, man. I'm horny. You wanna fuck?"
Waking up mid-afternoon after sleeping most of the day and then being jolted out of sleep for impromptu sex was not Carlos's usual routine. "If you're horny, why don't you jerk off again?"
"Oh ... you heard that before?" asked Gorilla. He wasn't embarrassed, just surprised.
"Of course I did, man. It's scientifically impossible to jerk off silently next to another dude and get away with it. All the signs were there. I felt the mattress moving almost imperceptibly as you tried to quietly tug on your dick. I heard your breathing get shallow as you got close. And I heard your silent sigh when you dropped your load. You fell asleep within seconds, and I could tell you were sleeping because you snored."
"I was thinking about your ass," admitted Gorilla.
'Fuck, that's hot,' Carlos thought to himself.
"Blow me?" said Gorilla. Carlos wasn't sure whether this was a demand, a statement, a request, or a desperate plea.
Carlos had an idea. He threw the bedcovers off and put last night's t-shirt and underpants back on. He found his gig bag which he'd brought with him after the concert last night. The bag contained a few small incidental items he might occasionally need at a gig -- or even after it, depending on how lucky he got. He rummaged through the bag and found what he was looking for.
A roll of gaffer tape.
Gaffer tape is an extremely strong adhesive tape that's often used at rock shows to secure microphone cords, guitar pedals, cymbal stands and other pieces of equipment. But right now, Carlos had a different use in mind for it.
There was a single chair in the room. Carlos moved towards it. "Come over here," he directed. "Sit down."
Gorilla complied. His cock pointed towards the ceiling.
"I'm going to tape your arms to the armrests of the chair so you can't move," Carlos declared.
"No you're fucking not," retorted Gorilla. "I'm not into that shit. All I want is your mouth on my cock."
"You want a blowjob? This is how we're doing it, dude."
"You're a kinky little fucker, aren't you?" said Gorilla. He hated relinquishing control of sexual situations, and he couldn't remember the last time he did, if ever. He surprised himself with his own response. "OK," he said, "but only because I'm curious to see what kinky shit you've got in mind. But put something between the tape and my skin. Otherwise the tape will pull all the hair off my arms when you rip it off. If you pull the hair off my arms, I'm gonna do the same to you."
Carlos gazed at the intricate network of tattoos that ran the entire length of Gorilla's left arm and admired the artist's work. He went to the bathroom and found a small towel. He ripped it in half. He didn't care about the damage, Gorilla was apparently paying for everything. He looped half of each towel around Gorilla's forearms, then tightly gaffer-taped his forearms to the chair. He made sure Gorilla was secure in place.
Carlos stood to the side of Gorilla's chair. He leaned down and licked one of Gorilla's nipples. He let his long hair cascade across Gorilla's chest and down to his groin where it tickled Gorilla's stiff cock. Gorilla closed his eyes and moaned. Fuck, this felt so good. Carlos licked, kissed and playfully bit Gorilla's nipple until it couldn't possibly get any more erect. Carlos stopped and moved to the opposite side of the chair. He began toying with Gorilla's other nipple.
Carlos noticed the sound system in the room. He walked away from Gorilla's sentitive mantits for a moment and hooked his phone up to the stereo. "You like Sepultura?" asked Carlos.
"Yeah, man. They fuckin' rock," said Gorilla.
'Arise' filled the air. Carlos returned to Gorilla's nipple and continued teasing it with his mouth and tongue. Gorilla closed his eyes again. He tried to focus on the music, but it was difficult.
"Fuck, boy, if you keep doing that, you're gonna make me shoot." His cock was painfully hard.
Carlos paused. He padded backwards away from Gorilla and sat on the edge of their sleazy motel bed.
Gorilla felt the warmth of Carlos's body moving away from him. His nipples were a bright reddish purple, firmer than ever, and his cock was a mere fingertip away from spraying like a firehose. He couldn't ever remember feeling so turned on in his entire life. He opened his eyes and saw Carlos sitting on the bed.
"You want me?" teased Carlos.
"You got me so ..." Gorilla's mind was so scrambled he couldn't even finish his sentence.
Carlos lay down, rolled onto his stomach, and spread his ass cheeks. "You like the view?"
