“Hello St. Louis! I hope you’re ready to rock!” Angel turned back to make sure Damien and Jimmy were in position.
Jimmy raised a drumstick above his head.
Damien stood with his bass on his shoulder, cool as ever.
Angel nodded at Jimmy, and he counted off four beats on his sticks. The arena exploded with the sound of Immortal Angel’s latest number one hit, Hysteria. It was the first single off their soon-to-be released upcoming album. Angel gyrated his hips and slid his hand over his still-hard cock. His leather jeans were exceptionally tight, and his massive erection pulled at the seams.
The crowd was shoulder-to-shoulder bouncing to the beat of the music. By the third song the crowd was already in an uproar. The rebellious lyrics of Punk Rock Revolution incited the manic crowd, and they pushed and shoved each other to get closer to the stage. Damien stepped forward onto the small platform at the apron. He shielded his eyes from the light, and an evil grin spread across his face. Everyone knew exactly what was about to happen. The audience stilled for a brief moment until Damien yelled “CIRCLE PIT!” into the mic. The crowd exploded into an unruly mosh of bodies slamming against bodies.
The security guards between the stage and the railing turned and glared at Damien, expressing their disapproval, which was the wrong thing to do.
Damien leaned into the mic. “What the hell are you people doing out there – holding hands and skipping? I said, CIRCLE PIT! I want to see blood!” Shouts rose up from the audience. The center of the crowd became a whirlpool of flying bodies that smashed into one another. Colored lights circled the audience and highlighted faces in the shadows. An open mouth shouted toward the ceiling. A couple kissed heavily amidst the mayhem. Two guys argued, ready to brawl.
Several songs later, Angel was still sporting a raging hard-on. He jumped on the amp, rubbed his crotch and thrust his hips to the beat of Jimmy’s bass drum. He squatted down to project his vocals into the audience, and the back of his pants split from the crotch to the waistband. He laughed his way through the lyrics and stepped down from the amp. The cool wind from the fan hit his bare butt cheeks with a refreshing breeze. He turned his back to the audience and shook his naked ass to the crowd. They roared back at him.
Tommy stepped forward to look at Angel’s exposed butt. “Angel! Cover that shit up! Your nut sac is hanging out!” He placed his hand over the crack of Angel’s ass and ticked his butt hole with one finger.
Angel jumped and grabbed Tommy by the chin. “You fucking tease. Wait until I get my hands on you after the show. His tongue invaded Tommy’s mouth and left its mark, and then he pushed Tommy away with a jerk of his hand and ran off stage. “Wardrobe malfunction!”
Jessi laughed and helped him out of his leather pants, which sent his erection flying high.
“Oh my God, Angel!” Alyssa commented. “How big is your dick?”
It was one of the few times Angel was shy about his nakedness. He shielded himself with his hand. “Stop staring at my junk.”
“As if I can help it,” Alyssa replied, still focused on his crotch.
“You can look in the other direction, I have to—–”
“Who the hell cares?” Audra exclaimed. “Hurry up and get changed. We can’t afford to run over time again on this tour.” She held up a towel to act as a barrier for privacy from Alyssa’s probing eyes.
Audra peeked over the towel and her eyes widened, then she silently mouthed something to Alyssa and both girls giggled.
“You girls are so bad,” Angel needled them. He zipped up his jeans and ran back on stage. Damien had picked up with the lyrics, but he wasn’t singing them correctly. He made up a limerick about Angel splitting his pants.
Angel took his mic from the stand and smiled at Damien. “It looks like we have a comedian in the group.”
“Only because you give me such great material to work with,” Damien replied. “Are those jeans gonna contain your nuts, or are they gonna spontaneously combust like the last pair?”
The audience hollered and laughed. A guy at the front row sprayed beer over the barricade, unable to contain his laughter.
Angel checked the crotch of his jeans. They were still painfully tight from his erection. He looked into the audience, and the energy of the crowd had his blood soaring. “I hope so, but I don’t know how strong the stitching is on these jeans, and there are some really hot guys in the crowd tonight.”
Tommy was suddenly at his side, eyes wide and brows raised high.
Angel winked at him. “None as gorgeous as you, my prince.” They finished Jump Start where they left off before he tore his pants.