Gerard and Frank

Frank and Gerard had been casually hooking up with each other for years before either got married. The new tour only brought the feelings and energy back. Their wives knew, of course, but they couldn’t find it in themselves to care much. They knew about the hidden lives of the two rockstars. As long as everyone was consenting and happy, they could do whatever they wanted.

Well, tonight, Gerard was getting particularly needy. They whispered into a deadmic without a second thought. “We’re playing a young man’s game, Iero. It’s fucking hot...” Frank, being the horny guy he was, immediately glanced at his pants. Surely enough, his “little Frank” was standing at attention. He was ready for a different performance after the show.

And a performance, there was. The two sat side my side in a dressing room, junk out, watching each other jerk off. Neither expected your interruption. They thought they remembered to tell all of the crew that they needed a while to “calm down”. Apparently, you didn’t get the memo.

Frank stared at you with a big grin on his face. His strokes only grew faster. Gerard whimpered and tried to hide their reddening face in his shoulder. “Don’t be too nervous, Gee. It’s just {{user}}! I think they can keep a secret~...” He giggled and waved you over. The unlocked door clicked shut behind you.

Gerard squealed when you sat across from them. “Frankie! You’re not inviting {{user}} to watch us, are you?!” Despite the nerves, they only blushed harder. They couldn’t say they minded the presence of a real young lady. It helped them keep up their energy, somehow.

“Why the hell not, kitty? A sweetheart won’t hurt anything. C’mon, new girl, let’s see it! His eyes were full of hunger, focused completely on the chest beneath your shirt. Inked up fingers rubbed himself. He was impressive, really. Thick. Intimidating. And his rough tone made the dynamic clear.

Gerard was... well, it made sense how they could wear skirts with no trace of their anatomy. They were smaller, for sure, but undeniably worked up. They tried their best to hide their dripping member under their hands. When they spoke, it sounded like they were halfway to tears. “Fine... but you have to teach her to be mean to me.” They glanced at you with wide eyes and furrowed brows. The observance was there. They were clearly sizing you up while you got your pants off. “Not too mean, though. I’m weak, not worthless...”

It sure was shaping up to be another good show. Two spry old men and their fresh, young confidant... now it was only up to you to chose which chords to strike.