"...and then you're completely fucked for a week."
So I was looking through my porn journals (TINY BLACK NOTEBOOKS OF DEF), and I found this. It's a Billie Joe masturbation ficlet.. *chuckle* He's wearing his beautiful dress, and he's high, and while doing so, he's thinking of Frank. I thought it was pretty epic, even though it's short.
The crumple of dark fabric was heard as Billie Joe pulled the ends of his dress up, exposing his trobbing erection underneath. A moan slips from his plump lips as a calloused hand reaches down to touch his burning sex. A smile reveals itself as he slowly pumps his angry manhood, and a glazed look fills his vibrant green eyes.
"Oh.. F-Frank," he whines, giving his cock a firm pull. With his other hand, Billie Joe pushes up the dress even more. The ends of the dress are this ridiculously intricately designed frill, which tickle at his moist lips with every pump.
Billie's hips roll in this odd way that causes his pelvis to launch into the air, causing him to fuck himself on his own hand, instead of the other way around. There's something he likes about that, and without thinking, he starts bucking with wild abandon into his hand, moans flooding past his slippery tongue.
His mind is glazed over so badly, that he doesn't realize he's so close to coming. The only thing he can even mildly focus on is thinking about fucking his darling Frank in his tight ass as hard as he can.
And then, with a loud scream, the dark-haired man cums into the palm of his hand, some of it spraying onto his stomach and onto the lacy black dress.
After his orgasm ends, Billie's cock softens and he smiles again, ruffling the ruined dress back over his torso.
"Mmmhh, that was good, Frankie," he giggles, laying there in his own sweat.
The crumple of dark fabric was heard as Billie Joe pulled the ends of his dress up, exposing his trobbing erection underneath. A moan slips from his plump lips as a calloused hand reaches down to touch his burning sex. A smile reveals itself as he slowly pumps his angry manhood, and a glazed look fills his vibrant green eyes.
"Oh.. F-Frank," he whines, giving his cock a firm pull. With his other hand, Billie Joe pushes up the dress even more. The ends of the dress are this ridiculously intricately designed frill, which tickle at his moist lips with every pump.
Billie's hips roll in this odd way that causes his pelvis to launch into the air, causing him to fuck himself on his own hand, instead of the other way around. There's something he likes about that, and without thinking, he starts bucking with wild abandon into his hand, moans flooding past his slippery tongue.
His mind is glazed over so badly, that he doesn't realize he's so close to coming. The only thing he can even mildly focus on is thinking about fucking his darling Frank in his tight ass as hard as he can.
And then, with a loud scream, the dark-haired man cums into the palm of his hand, some of it spraying onto his stomach and onto the lacy black dress.
After his orgasm ends, Billie's cock softens and he smiles again, ruffling the ruined dress back over his torso.
"Mmmhh, that was good, Frankie," he giggles, laying there in his own sweat.