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Steve Harris was straight. Not a single if, and, or but about it. He liked girl even more specifically his beautiful wife, Lorraine. He was the founder and leader of the heavy metal band Iron Maiden and every night he had his choice of plenty of women and when he got home he’d have his wife. Or at least that’s what he was trying to tell himself as he lay in his bunk sweating and painfully hard after waking up from a not so straight dream about a certain lead singer who just so happened to be asleep in the bunk above him.
The night had been gone as normal. They’d played a show in San Francisco, after the show he’d picked a bird that was to his liking, she sucked him off then he went to the bus where he and Dave, who’d already finished up with his girl, waited for all of the others to finish doing the same. When everyone was back to the bus they drank for an hour or so and then all went to their bunks to sleep or pass out on the couches.
This all seemed pretty normal and standard for the rock star life but once it was time to sleep was when something interesting came to fruition in his dreams. As usual Steve was pretty drunk and tired so he passed out as soon as his head hit the pillow. Once his eyes were closed though, thoughts of Bruce’s were the only things that fill his mind. The idea of Bruce’s beautiful pink lips kissing down his neck to his chest and inevitably making his way to Steve’s cock. Steve could feel Bruce’s hot warm mouth devour the head of his swollen and aching cock as he began to suck on the sensitive tip. He could feel himself getting close and that's when Bruce stopped sucking his manhood only to move down to suck on his balls and then a little lower to the lick the area right behind Steve’s balls. In his dreams he could feel his wheezy breaths as his arousal grew as the man moved to more sensitive and taboo areas of his body. Bruce started to move even lower but before his tongue ever made contact with anything Steve was awoken.
And that’s where he was right now. Sitting in his bunk alone sweating with a throbbing cock making an obvious tent in his pants. He sat there telling himself that he was straight and his reasoning for the dream tonight was that the bint that had sucked him off after the show was no good at it, so he must have not gotten all of his spunk out plus he was drunk. He could come up with all the excuses he wanted but it still wasn’t going to get rid of the raging boner he had right now. He wanted to touch it just to give himself a quick wank but that would make him gay and the Steve Harris was not gay or even bi for that matter he liked girls and only girls.
He tried to shift his brain into thinking about this one American braud he had shagged a days ago with the amazing ass. He thought about that for a while and deemed it ok to start touching is hard member since he was thinking about women and not Bruce. He put his hand on top of the still clothed bulge in the front of his pants and pushed the palm of his hand against the sensitive organ but as soon as he closed his eyes all he could see was Bruce’s mouth wrapped around his swollen cock. Not only was the image in his head involuntary but so was the moan of Bruce’s name that left his lips.
Steve’s eyes shot open and his body went cold. There was no way that Steve’s moan wasn’t audible by the other, especially by the man who’s bunk was directly above his own. He just hoped that they were all too drunkenly passed out to hear anything. What was equally as concerning was the fact that Steve couldn’t for the life of him get the idea of Bruce between his legs out of his head. Steve sat in his bunk silently listening for anyone who could have possibly been awoken by his noise. There was no sign of movement and though he so desperately wanted to get off he was afraid of both his thoughts and his mouth. He decided that he might just try and sleep again he had some vodka in his bunk that he kept for himself and so he reached to his side and took a long drink hoping that it’d be enough to let him sleep through his lustful thoughts.
He shifted quietly in his bunk to try and get more comfortable and relieve some of the pressure in his pants, he moved to his side. Just this movement alone was enough friction to send another jolt of pleasure through his whole body and once again he moaned without any control of his vocal chords. This time he shut his mouth as quickly as possible and held his breath, listening again for any possible movement signaling that he did in fact wake someone up. Still all that could be heard was snoring and the noises the bus makes. He finally exhaled after holding his breath long enough to nearly pass out. Dick still standing tall he knew he couldn’t do anything about it now, he’d just have to wait for it to go down and hopefully sleep. It was 5 in the morning, having only got to bed 2 hours before hand, and the others aren’t due to wake up for another 6 hours.
It didn’t really matter if he goes to sleep though because tomorrow was there day off. It was a two day drive from San Francisco to San Diego or at least they were separating it into 2 days. By the time everyone would be awake they’d be in Los Angeles and they’d get to sleep in an actual bed at which point Steve could either wank or find a girl shag and sleep in peace. Still hard Steve sat and waited to either sleep or for the first members of the band to stir.
~• 6 hours later •~
Steve’s eyes were aching and his eyelids were heavy from the lack of sleep. It had taken about an hour of staring at the curtain that gave his bunk some privacy, for his rod had finally calmed down though still extremely sensitive. The problem was as soon as he’d start to drift to sleep his brain would think of images of Buce’s beautiful lips and muscular thighs that Steve had seen time and time again not thinking much of them but in his mind while he slept he couldn’t help but imagine kissing them and biting them as he made his way to his inner thighs. He’d shake himself awake and each time he’d find his cock swollen and oozing. After about the third time he just said fuck it and decided he wasn’t sleeping, and that had been about 4 hours ago.
At this point it was 11 and he knew he someone would be getting up soon or the bus would be stopping signaling that they were there. Sure enough Steve hear something stirring in the bunk above him followed by the sound of Bruce hopping down from his bunk to the floor and walk to the tiny bathroom on the bus. And then he heard Nicko’s loud footsteps walk past his bunk into the “kitchen” on the bus. Steve was hoping that they’d reach their destination before everyone got up so he could get his things and go to his room immediately avoiding his band mates, but really at this point anything that wasn’t sitting in his bunk with his thoughts was welcome. Avoiding touching his crotch as much as possible knowing that really any sort of movement would get him fully erect again, he changed out of his spandex pants and tight tank top from the night before. He put on his old West Ham shirt and then searching for the loosest for the pants he owned which seemed to be herculean. He just settles on a pair of red shorts that ended slightly under were his heavy and needy nuts rested. That’s as good as it got because really none of them wore any kind of loose clothing and when it came to shorts all of them didn’t seem to past your mid thigh.
He took a deep breath and could hear Nicko and Bruce talking out in the common area with each other. The last thing Steve wanted to do was see Bruce right now but he knew that he’d have to so he just bit the bullet and opened his curtain, now exposing himself to the rest of the bus. He got up and walked to the bathroom just to run some water on his face and then he walked out into where the other two were. He could smell the coffee which he was looking forward to having.
“Oh look who's up” Nicko pointed out loudly because he didn’t ever seem to be able to whisper or just talking in an inside voice.
“Good Morning Harry” Bruce smiled brightly, “you want some coffee or tea or something?” Bruce was a morning person through and through he could wake up and be as fresh as a daisy, no matter how little or much he slept. His smile showcased his dimples and crooked teeth that Steve has seen a thousand times but seeing it right now made his heart beat faster.
“Well ‘arry do ya?” Nicko asked again. Steve hadn’t noticed that he had been standing there for about a minute without responding. He had been so absorbed in the feeling he got from looking at Bruce.
“Oh uh yeah I’ll take a cup of coffee.” Steve spoke he could feel his face getting hot out of embarrassment at the possible thought that they knew about his dreams of Bruce. He took the cup from Bruce’s hand trying to conceal the light trembling in his fingers. “Thanks.”
“Steve you look like hell man are you ok?” Bruce asked with a light chuckle in his voice.
Steve stood for a second staring at Bruce's muscular arms as he lifted the mug to his lips. Steve studied the way his arms were covered in hair and thought about how he wanted to touch him. He realized he had been asked a question and now he had been staring for too long so he quickly looked up to meet Bruce's eyes.
“Oh me? Yeah I’m fine I just couldn’t sleep last night. I’m really tired that’s all.” Steve then took a drink of his coffee quickly so that he didn’t have to look at Bruce anymore.
“Well then that coffee ought to help you some.” Nicko said as he walked out of the small kitchen area and onto the couch to sit. Bruce remained seated at the tiny table in the bus and Steve was standing next to him.
“The bus driver said we should be at the hotel in about 30 or so minutes. We should probably figure out whose sleeping where while Dave and Adrian are still asleep so they don’t cry about it.” Nicko spoke again.
“You’re bloody right Dave and Adrian are two of the biggest cry babies I know.” Bruce said with a little half smile on his face.
That’s when Steve remembered that this stop just so happened to be on of the few stops that they’d have to share rooms. One of them would get a room to themselves and the rest would have to share a room with someone else. Steve started to panic because he knew for a fact he wouldn’t be the one getting a room to himself because he had the room to himself last time. He needed to be alone. He needed to empty his all to heavy balls and he couldn’t do that with one of his mates in the room with him. This realization made his balls ache even more with desire for the thing he couldn’t do.
“Well it’s finally fucking my turn to get the room to me self.” Nicko said with a big smile on his face.
“Well then that leaves me, you, Dave and Ade.” Bruce said looking at Steve who had yet to move his gaze from Bruce. Steve quickly looked away to make it look like he wasn’t staring.
“Oh yeah I guess so. Um who do want to bunk with Bruce?” Steve asked hoping to god that Bruce wouldn’t pick him. He was hoping that since him and Bruce fight so often that he wouldn’t want to share a room with him. Most of the time, Bruce would stay with Nicko when they had to share rooms but that wasn’t an option anymore.
“How about me and you just share a room. You can sleep and stuff and then maybe we could hang out later, if that’s ok with you Steve.” Bruce said with a cheeky smile. Steve felt his stomach flip. He was fucked. He couldn’t be in the same room as Bruce his cock just wouldn’t be able to handle being in such close proximity to his subject of lust.
“Yeah that’s fine with me mate.“ Steve had wanted so badly to say no and just stay with Dave or Ade or hell he would have even stay in the bus while they all went into the hotel but he was already acting strange and he knew the others could tell. His only real option was to just agree instead of bringing attention to himself or making them question his actions further.
“Perfect!” Bruce smiled. “I’m gonna go change and wash up a little since we’ve got time.” Bruce got up from the table and that's when Steve saw the rest of what Bruce was wearing. Aside from the skin tight tank top Bruce was clad in only a pair of tight black underwear and his white socks. It wasn’t anything new seeing Bruce like this since the man often didn’t like wearing pants he said that he didn’t like how confining they were. But prior to last night Steve had never paid much attention but right now he couldn’t take his eyes off of the sight in front of him.
The black underwear hugged Bruce’s muscular and plump ass so tightly you could see it perfectly as well as his front. Steve was able to see the full outline of Bruce’s manhood and even though he wasn’t hard the front of his underwear protrude outward showing how big he really is. The walkway in the bus was so narrow that there wasn’t really enough space for Bruce to walk past Steve to his bunk. Steve was too absorbed in what he was looking at that he didn’t realize that there was no space until Bruce’s ass was pressed against the front of Steve’s shorts as he quickly shimmied past him and walked to his sleeping quarters saying “Excuse me.” Luckily Bruce didn’t look back and Nicko was busy reading some magazines to see Steve’s whole whole body quiver from the slight contact.
Steve closed his eyes and bit his lip. That contact alone was nearly enough to make him cum in his pants. Bruce was now behind his curtain changing without any knowledge of what he just did to Steve. He stood still and tried to even out his breath with his eyes still closed. He was petrified by the obvious throbbing bump in the front of his pants that he saw when he opened his eyes. Looking over to the couch he breathed a sigh of relief seeing Nicko still had his nose in the magazine. He quickly put his cup of coffee down and went back to his bunk to try and calm down by the time they reached the hotel.
They had 20 mins until they would be at the hotel and Steve needed to calm down. His brain was going crazy. He wasn’t gay and he didn’t fancy men he told himself over and over but his body seemed to think otherwise as his cocked jumped just from hearing Bruce make a slight grunt as he pulled on his shorts in the bunk above him.
To Be Continued