How One Blow Changed My Life
Title: How One Blow Changed My Life - CHAPTER ONE
Author: Me
Summary: : The title says it all.
Disclaimer: Not mine, never will be!
Pairing: Benji and Joel.
Beta: No one, can't deal I suggest you don't read :)
Archive: february24
How One Blow Changed My Life
It’s really like nothing you’ve ever experienced before, the anxiety, heat and enthusiasm, as he moves in and out, you’d think I was ready to explode, but the stretched and crammed feeling is amazing, in this combination. Sweat runs down my forehead, the pillow must be soaked but I keep my eyes locked on his, he’s panting with each thrust, and each thrust goes deeper, the constant pressure on my prostate, sends me into a rush of too much bliss and frustration. Digging my nails into his toned arms, I tilted my head back as he molests my neck with his tender lips and teeth, nothing but our noises are roaming the room, but it’s loud enough to wake the neighbour next door.
I hear a thud, as he collapses on top of me, just having filled me with his orgasm, my semi-hard dick lays almost beautifully up my stomach, but he doesn’t bother to touch it, before he rolls off me and heads into the bathroom. I wrap my fingers around it and begin to jack off, nothing new about that. Having closed my eyes, I imagine being deep throated and licked around my hole, the smoothness tickles down my spine and I jerk my back up. Tightening around myself, I bite into my bottom lip, as I cum over my lower stomach, it always happens fast, after 2 hours of hard sex, it’s bound to do.
When he comes out of the bathroom, I’m cleaning myself up, he doesn’t question, because that’s our standard ritual. He can’t make me cum, so we gave it up years ago, we fuck, he cums, I finish. It seems to work out.
“Thanks babe” A single kiss is placed on my cheek before he disappears through the door, hearing him head down the stairs, I sigh.
We’ve been dating for almost three years, and everything does really seem perfect. We met at a rock festival a long time ago, I was there to play with my band, and he was there with his band, Mest. My twin brother got into a fight with him, over a stupid poster, they shook hands, got to talk, five hours later he was introduced to the rest of us, it was love at first sight, though it took us years to admit how we felt, but I guess the rest would be history.
We never moved in together, we didn’t see the point, because we were constantly on tour, though our relationship did grow, after just two months, we introduced our families, when we reached our one year anniversary, we got engaged and right after Warped Tour, where Tony announced our engagement to our fans, which was a couple months after our engagement, our sex life basically went down the drain. Perhaps stage fright?
For some reason, whenever we announced something that was gonna change our lives, something changed in our relationship and not in a positive way as it should. I think maybe we were scared of a commitment and kept using tour as an excuse to settle in and create a life together.
Tony never had a problem cumming, I didn’t have a problem getting hard, but I couldn’t cum. My own goddamn fiancé couldn’t make me cum. You can’t imagine the pain after hours and hours of thrusting, and the disappointment when you can’t cum.
You wouldn’t wanna visualize how many nights we’ve used doing oral, rimming, riding, banging, using dildos, fruit, whipped cream, watching porn movies, tried it in the pool, on the poll table, in friends houses, went to a sex shop and brought equipment for more than $500, so after about eight months, it was Tony on top, me at the bottom, him thrusting, cumming, and I’d finish up myself. Our love never faded, so we stayed together, but I guess as time did go by, it was harder and harder for us, to keep fighting for our relationship.
Sex is a big part of a relationship and it’s bound to cause fights when it’s not working as it should. Maybe we’re just too scared to admit we do not really belong together, after all. It’s hard to end something; you’ve set your mind, to be the last.
Getting out of bed, I pull on a pair of boxers, before walking downstairs to find something to eat. Tony’s jacket is still here, must mean he’ll return at some point. Opening the fridge, I grab some leftovers from last night. Pizza.
The day go by slow, when all you feel like doing is sitting on your ass, watching movies. I should be in the studio, writing songs, but for some reason, I feel like breaking my promise to Benji today. I’m not in the mood to sit smile and pretend I’m happier than ever. At some point he will see right through me. That whole twin-thing can be annoying from time to time, though it’s nice to know, he’ll always be there.
After numerous re-runs of Grease, I put my plate out into the kitchen, and gulp down a bottle of water, before heading back up-stairs.
Letting my boxers drop, I step into the bathroom, feeling sticky and yucky from earlier, I turn on the hot water before stepping inside. Closing my eyes, I let the water roam my body and let it relax me. Pouring some soap into my hand, I gently massage it over my body, not leaving my dick behind, I jerk slowly, while washing. Reaching outside the cube, I grab a dildo from the cupboard, one of those who can stick to a wall of course. Sticking it under the water before pressing it against the wall, I make sure it stays before pouring some soap over it, needing some kind of lube, considering it is a lot bigger than Tony’s dick.
I lean forward and press my ass up against the wall, feeling the dildo enter my tight hole, I moan, and keep my eyes open, as I press my palms against the opposite wall, to help me thrust back against the dildo. Once I’m adjusted, I quickly find a nice phase, thrusting hard, but slow back against the dildo, getting hard thuds against my prostate, enough to make me hard. I do not once touch my dick, as I keep thrusting back against the dildo; I enjoy being stretched out, filled up and pleasured by someone other than Tony. Why rush.
I grab the remote, following the dildo and hit vibrator 1. Just enough to feel it, so I hit stage 2. Groaning, when it literally begins to tickly inside my ass, I pull back a bit, hitting 3 and letting it tease my opening. Biting into my bottom lip, I moan loudly, not caring if anyone can hear me, I press it fully into me again, scream when the vibrator hits my prostate, from pure pleasure of course, but turn it off and puts the dildo back into the cupboard, after cleaning.
Stepping out of the shower, I dry off quickly, but don’t bother getting dressed; I walk directly into bed, and crawl to lie on top of the covers. I get comfortable on my back, while spreading my legs out a bit. Biting into my bottom lip, I close my eyes as I move my hand down to my semi-hard dick. A moan escape my lips, as I begin to jerk off, the deep throat thought comes back into my head, so I squirt a bit, feeling the hot lips around my dick, and his smooth finger tips playing with my balls. Hearing the front door open, I assume its Tony, so I don’t stop my movements, throwing my head back, another moan runs past my dry lips, sweat pearls are forming on my forehead, when I feel a tongue on the tip of my dick. I keep my eyes shut, and the man removes my hand and takes over, massaging the root of my dick, as his lips captures the head.
I shake a bit, never having experienced anything like this before; it’s a sudden rush. I grab onto the sheets, and keep a tight grip, while feeling his hot breath and wet lips move further and further down on me, not once questioning anything. The man flips my balls with his fingers, and as he pushes my legs further apart, I moan. He let his tongue run all the way down to lick over my balls, while taking me in all the way; I can’t help but groan loudly and wiggle with my hips.
Feeling myself tense up, I know what this means, I manage to push my hips up, so I can feel my head bump against the back of his throat, the warm, tight and different feeling sends me over the edge and I cum with a loud moan, deep into the mans throat. As his tongue cleans me up, I feel confused, but satisfied, was all I needed to do, close my eyes?
I open my eyes, and almost choke as I breathe in.
“Benji?”
I’m no longer ashamed of who I really am, I am ready to face the world, to be honest and open about my relationship. Some might choose not to see me again, some might yell bad words, perhaps I might even get hit, but I believe in honesty and hopefully one day, you’ll all understand why I decided to post this, why it was so important to me, to let you in on my life. To let you know what is going on with Joel Madden. Nothing has changed, I’m still the same, always has been, always will be. I’m in love, happy and currently in the studio, working on our next record.
Hope to see you all out on the road this summer, when hitting the Soundtrack of Your Summer Tour.
Posted by Joel madden on June 6th, 2008 at 03:08am
Author: Me
Summary: : The title says it all.
Disclaimer: Not mine, never will be!
Pairing: Benji and Joel.
Beta: No one, can't deal I suggest you don't read :)
Archive: february24
How One Blow Changed My Life
It’s really like nothing you’ve ever experienced before, the anxiety, heat and enthusiasm, as he moves in and out, you’d think I was ready to explode, but the stretched and crammed feeling is amazing, in this combination. Sweat runs down my forehead, the pillow must be soaked but I keep my eyes locked on his, he’s panting with each thrust, and each thrust goes deeper, the constant pressure on my prostate, sends me into a rush of too much bliss and frustration. Digging my nails into his toned arms, I tilted my head back as he molests my neck with his tender lips and teeth, nothing but our noises are roaming the room, but it’s loud enough to wake the neighbour next door.
I hear a thud, as he collapses on top of me, just having filled me with his orgasm, my semi-hard dick lays almost beautifully up my stomach, but he doesn’t bother to touch it, before he rolls off me and heads into the bathroom. I wrap my fingers around it and begin to jack off, nothing new about that. Having closed my eyes, I imagine being deep throated and licked around my hole, the smoothness tickles down my spine and I jerk my back up. Tightening around myself, I bite into my bottom lip, as I cum over my lower stomach, it always happens fast, after 2 hours of hard sex, it’s bound to do.
When he comes out of the bathroom, I’m cleaning myself up, he doesn’t question, because that’s our standard ritual. He can’t make me cum, so we gave it up years ago, we fuck, he cums, I finish. It seems to work out.
“Thanks babe” A single kiss is placed on my cheek before he disappears through the door, hearing him head down the stairs, I sigh.
We’ve been dating for almost three years, and everything does really seem perfect. We met at a rock festival a long time ago, I was there to play with my band, and he was there with his band, Mest. My twin brother got into a fight with him, over a stupid poster, they shook hands, got to talk, five hours later he was introduced to the rest of us, it was love at first sight, though it took us years to admit how we felt, but I guess the rest would be history.
We never moved in together, we didn’t see the point, because we were constantly on tour, though our relationship did grow, after just two months, we introduced our families, when we reached our one year anniversary, we got engaged and right after Warped Tour, where Tony announced our engagement to our fans, which was a couple months after our engagement, our sex life basically went down the drain. Perhaps stage fright?
For some reason, whenever we announced something that was gonna change our lives, something changed in our relationship and not in a positive way as it should. I think maybe we were scared of a commitment and kept using tour as an excuse to settle in and create a life together.
Tony never had a problem cumming, I didn’t have a problem getting hard, but I couldn’t cum. My own goddamn fiancé couldn’t make me cum. You can’t imagine the pain after hours and hours of thrusting, and the disappointment when you can’t cum.
You wouldn’t wanna visualize how many nights we’ve used doing oral, rimming, riding, banging, using dildos, fruit, whipped cream, watching porn movies, tried it in the pool, on the poll table, in friends houses, went to a sex shop and brought equipment for more than $500, so after about eight months, it was Tony on top, me at the bottom, him thrusting, cumming, and I’d finish up myself. Our love never faded, so we stayed together, but I guess as time did go by, it was harder and harder for us, to keep fighting for our relationship.
Sex is a big part of a relationship and it’s bound to cause fights when it’s not working as it should. Maybe we’re just too scared to admit we do not really belong together, after all. It’s hard to end something; you’ve set your mind, to be the last.
Getting out of bed, I pull on a pair of boxers, before walking downstairs to find something to eat. Tony’s jacket is still here, must mean he’ll return at some point. Opening the fridge, I grab some leftovers from last night. Pizza.
The day go by slow, when all you feel like doing is sitting on your ass, watching movies. I should be in the studio, writing songs, but for some reason, I feel like breaking my promise to Benji today. I’m not in the mood to sit smile and pretend I’m happier than ever. At some point he will see right through me. That whole twin-thing can be annoying from time to time, though it’s nice to know, he’ll always be there.
After numerous re-runs of Grease, I put my plate out into the kitchen, and gulp down a bottle of water, before heading back up-stairs.
Letting my boxers drop, I step into the bathroom, feeling sticky and yucky from earlier, I turn on the hot water before stepping inside. Closing my eyes, I let the water roam my body and let it relax me. Pouring some soap into my hand, I gently massage it over my body, not leaving my dick behind, I jerk slowly, while washing. Reaching outside the cube, I grab a dildo from the cupboard, one of those who can stick to a wall of course. Sticking it under the water before pressing it against the wall, I make sure it stays before pouring some soap over it, needing some kind of lube, considering it is a lot bigger than Tony’s dick.
I lean forward and press my ass up against the wall, feeling the dildo enter my tight hole, I moan, and keep my eyes open, as I press my palms against the opposite wall, to help me thrust back against the dildo. Once I’m adjusted, I quickly find a nice phase, thrusting hard, but slow back against the dildo, getting hard thuds against my prostate, enough to make me hard. I do not once touch my dick, as I keep thrusting back against the dildo; I enjoy being stretched out, filled up and pleasured by someone other than Tony. Why rush.
I grab the remote, following the dildo and hit vibrator 1. Just enough to feel it, so I hit stage 2. Groaning, when it literally begins to tickly inside my ass, I pull back a bit, hitting 3 and letting it tease my opening. Biting into my bottom lip, I moan loudly, not caring if anyone can hear me, I press it fully into me again, scream when the vibrator hits my prostate, from pure pleasure of course, but turn it off and puts the dildo back into the cupboard, after cleaning.
Stepping out of the shower, I dry off quickly, but don’t bother getting dressed; I walk directly into bed, and crawl to lie on top of the covers. I get comfortable on my back, while spreading my legs out a bit. Biting into my bottom lip, I close my eyes as I move my hand down to my semi-hard dick. A moan escape my lips, as I begin to jerk off, the deep throat thought comes back into my head, so I squirt a bit, feeling the hot lips around my dick, and his smooth finger tips playing with my balls. Hearing the front door open, I assume its Tony, so I don’t stop my movements, throwing my head back, another moan runs past my dry lips, sweat pearls are forming on my forehead, when I feel a tongue on the tip of my dick. I keep my eyes shut, and the man removes my hand and takes over, massaging the root of my dick, as his lips captures the head.
I shake a bit, never having experienced anything like this before; it’s a sudden rush. I grab onto the sheets, and keep a tight grip, while feeling his hot breath and wet lips move further and further down on me, not once questioning anything. The man flips my balls with his fingers, and as he pushes my legs further apart, I moan. He let his tongue run all the way down to lick over my balls, while taking me in all the way; I can’t help but groan loudly and wiggle with my hips.
Feeling myself tense up, I know what this means, I manage to push my hips up, so I can feel my head bump against the back of his throat, the warm, tight and different feeling sends me over the edge and I cum with a loud moan, deep into the mans throat. As his tongue cleans me up, I feel confused, but satisfied, was all I needed to do, close my eyes?
I open my eyes, and almost choke as I breathe in.
“Benji?”
I’m no longer ashamed of who I really am, I am ready to face the world, to be honest and open about my relationship. Some might choose not to see me again, some might yell bad words, perhaps I might even get hit, but I believe in honesty and hopefully one day, you’ll all understand why I decided to post this, why it was so important to me, to let you in on my life. To let you know what is going on with Joel Madden. Nothing has changed, I’m still the same, always has been, always will be. I’m in love, happy and currently in the studio, working on our next record.
Hope to see you all out on the road this summer, when hitting the Soundtrack of Your Summer Tour.
Posted by Joel madden on June 6th, 2008 at 03:08am