It’s the one thing I can turn to. No matter what I’m feeling ten seconds before that moment, I will feel myself float back down to where I want to be. As soon as I close my eyes, I lose myself in the music and nothing else around me matters.
Not even Jordon.
Resisting Temptation
Jordon
We’ve been on the road for two weeks. No matter how hard I’ve tried, and believe me I’ve tried every trick in the book, Brittan’s still resisting every advance I’ve make. Normally, by now I would have had the woman I was pursuing underneath me every fucking night we’ve been touring!
Brittan is frustrating the ever living shit out of me.
She hasn’t held back with flaunting her perfect fucking ass and tits. I’d love nothing more than to slide my dick between those gorgeous tits of hers and fuck them until I blow my load.
Thank God for the fine ass we’ve had backstage after every concert, because if not, I’d have had to resort to jerking off. That is the last thing I want to be doing on a tour bus with three other guys closely bunked in around me.
The most fucked up part is I have to picture how Brittan looked when I was giving her mind shattering orgasms just to get off. It’s not like the chicks I’m banging are ugly, not by a long shot.
Shit, I still have standards!
To top it all off, she walks around backstage acting as if I am fucking invisible!
I never chase a girl. Ever. They always chase me.
For the first time ever, I broke the one cardinal rule I’ve lived by my entire fucking life. I can’t stop thinking about Brittan and how it would feel to fuck her every single night in a different city while on this tour.
How fucked up is that?
I thought I’d be able to fuck enough chicks while on the road that I’d be saying, Brittan who? I never thought another woman would crawl into my head and refuse to get the hell out. The last woman to do this, broke-up with me a week before I went on that Indie tour last summer.
There’s nothing like having your girlfriend of two years tell you she’s pregnant, and in the next breath say, ‘oh, by the way; it’s not yours’.
That was a fucking awesome way to leave on tour. I got over Kinsley pretty quick after I had a few wild nights with some Grade A pussy.
I figured I’d be able to say the same about Brittan. But two weeks and seven random fucks later, all my dick wants is to be buried inside of her.
Fuck. Me.
Even on stage I can’t get her out of my head. The one place I can normally escape from the world and get lost in my fucking music.
“You guys have been awesome! I am officially in love with Phoenix!” Zane shouts out to the crowd, causing them to erupt in whistles and screams so loud my eardrums vibrate inside my head.
I pump my fist in the air and stroke the strings on my electric guitar as I chant, “Phoenix, Phoenix…” and my bandmates join in.
The crowd is eating it up.
You learn quickly that you need to treat a crowd of fans like you would a chick you’re trying to get your dick into. So every performance we stroke the egos of the fans at the concerts. Just like a girl would stroke the nice large cock trapped in my tight jeans.
They love to hear how amazing they are and the more we tell them, the louder they cheer and the crazier they get.
I glance down at the mosh pit at my feet and lean down hi-fiving a few, causing a new riot to erupt inside the barricade. Bodies begin thrashing against each other as I fall to my knees in front of them and start playing a badass riff on my guitar.
A smirk plays on my lips, as I watch the chicks in the crowd go crazy. They get turned on faster than a guy in a strip club when they see my fingers teasing the strings of my guitar.
Jumping to my feet, I run over to Zane and whisper in his ear. I just got an idea that I think will definitely get Brittan’s blood boiling.
One thing I love is getting under that girl’s skin.
Zane flashes one of his mega-watt smiles that instantly cause women to drop to their knees, and beg to suck his dick. Shouting out to the crowd, he asks, “How about we do one of our favorite covers for you guys since you are so fucking awesome? Then we’ll send Beyond Redemption out here to blow the roof off this mo’fo?!”
The crowd of thousands goes insane chanting Tempting Tomorrow over and over, sending chills over my entire body. I’m still trying to get use to the fact that people actually love our shit!
Zane runs around the stage telling Lawson and Jayson; who now, because Brittan said she loves Kingston, insists we all call him that.
Fucking asshole is crushing on her too.
Zane lets them all know the last song we’re going to perform before we end our night.
We all start clapping our hands in sync as soon as Zane’s feet land back in front of his mic, and we start singing, “whoa ohh whoa ooh whoa ooh ahh oooh ooh oohh…” and then Kingston and I start playing on our guitars as Lawson begins tearing it up on the drums.