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| The Cosmic Gerbil | August 23, 2011, 5:17 pm Post #151 |
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Forbidden Forest Ranger
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Thanks for the comments guys Here is more story Dave followed Lars into his and James' room, still trying to think of ways to get out of playing tennis. Lars opened his wardrobe and took out a sports bag, two racquets and a see-through plastic container with three balls in. Dave was about to make a silly remark about the balls, when Lars spoke to him. "Come on James, get your tennis outfit out". James has a tennis outfit? Holy shit! "Erm...I can't remember where I put it", said Dave, hoping that Lars would know where it was (and believe his excuse). "Duh, James! It's in here, where you always keep it", said Lars, opening the cupboard that was built into the wall. "Ohh yeah", said Dave. Ha, that worked...lucky! Peering in the cupboard, Dave found a white shirt and shorts, folded neatly on the top shelf. There was a duffle bag on the floor and a pair of cleanish trainers, so he took them all out and began packing. "Umm, I can't see a racquet in here", he added. "I've got yours", said Lars. "And I got the balls too". "Ha, that doesn't surprise me. Any excuse for you to play with balls", Dave snickered, pleased to be able to make a rude joke at last. "Hehe, naughty James", said Lars in delight. "We'll have time for that later". Leaving Dave to marvel over his apparently inexhaustible stamina, the drummer bounced out of the room, swinging his bag as he went. The guys said bye to Cliff and Kirk, then went out to the garage, where James' car and Cliff's van were parked. Cliff had had a new van since Dave had seen it last. It was an orange Volskwagen...the same colour and make as his last one but much shinier and without rust. Dave remembered James' aunt seeing it once (the strict one who looked like Daves' landlady) and she had complianed about the rust. Cliff had told her it was only the rust holding it together and she had not seen the funny side. "What are you giggling at?", Lars asked Dave. "Ha, just remembering Cliff's old van". "Oh shit, that's nothing funny to think about", said Lars, laughing too. "I'm glad he sold that heap of junk...it was falling apart". "Yeah", said Dave, his voice a little dreamy as he remembered the wild things they had got up to back in 1983. Shaking his head out of reminissing, he went over to James' car. It was a new one too...all gleaming red paint and polished chrome. the bonnet was large and long and the roof was made from soft, black material, which could be removed when the weather was warm. Wow, that's a nice fucking car, Dave thought. He had a sudden longing to go out for a drive in it. Not through the city but a real drive...he imagined racing down the highway on a hot summer's day...the top back...the wind whipping through his and Lars' hair and loud rock music blasting from the radio. But it was dull and rainy and they were supposed to be going to the tennis club...and *where* was it? Dave glanced at Lars, who was about to get in the passenger side. "Hey Lars, do you fancy driving today?" "Oooh, yes!", said Lars eagerly, running round to the other side of the car. That was smart thinking, Dave thought, as he got in and put his seatbelt on. Plus, James let Junior drive my car, so it serves him right if I let Lars drive his! Hehehehehehe! Lars adjusted his seat so he could reach the pedals better, then he reversed carefully out of the garage and onto the road. The rain splashed against the windscreen and Lars flipped the wipers on. Dave turned on the car radio and marvelled at the power of James' powerful speakers. Shit, that asshole has really gone to town on this motor. Lars chattered away over the radio but Dave didn't really listen to him. He was feeling a little anxious about going to the club. From his time in Metallica, Dave remembered that Lars would often go out to play tennis and sometimes James had joined him. Lars had occasionally invited Dave along but the redhead had turned him down with replied such as Fuck no! I don't wanna go to that fancy joint with a load of posh dudes hanging out. Now he *was* going there and he didn't feel confident about it at all. This is really gonna suck! I'll feel like a dickhead and I won't know how to behave properly at all. I'll stick out like a sore fucking thumb. "You OK Jamie?", Lars' voice interrupted Daves' thoughts. "You're very quiet". "Yeah, I'm fine", Dave replied, forcing a grin. "Just erm...watching the rain". "Yeah, it's so shitty and annoying", Lars huffed. "I wish it would fucking stop. Ah, here we are now". Dave stared at the club as they approached, his eyes wide. It was an old fashioned looking building; made from grey stone, it looked as big as a palace. The large car park was about half full, despite the bad weather. Lars parked in the shelter of an old plane tree and turned off the wipers and radio. He and Dave got out and hurried over towards the castle-like building. Dave looked at the outside courts as they passed them. Many were grass but there were also some with hard surfaces, which were either pink of grey in colour. "Hey Lars, what's wrong with those courts without grass?", Dave asked. Lars glanced up through the rain. "Nothing. They're the hard ones", he replied. "Um, you have pink hard ones here?", Dave sniggered. "James, don't get horny while we're out in the rain", Lars protested. Dave laughed and they hurried inside, through a pair of huge doors. Edited by The Cosmic Gerbil, August 23, 2011, 5:18 pm.
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| youthanasia | August 23, 2011, 10:35 pm Post #152 |
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Poor Twisted Me
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Dave and Lars are so cute together I can't wait to see what James and Junior are up to!
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| Lucifer's Angel | August 24, 2011, 9:45 am Post #153 |
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Heavy Metal Seanchai
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Poor Dave, not knowing crap about tennis I'd love to see James or Dave in tennis whites
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| The Cosmic Gerbil | August 26, 2011, 4:56 pm Post #154 |
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Thanks for the comments guys Sorry this story has been a little slow lately I have had a bit of writer's block. Here is more now ![]() "James, don't get horny while we're out in the rain", Lars protested. Dave laughed and they hurried inside, through a pair of huge doors. The reception area was large and well lit and there were numerous posters on the walls advertising upcoming club games. Dave shuffled around nervously while Lars paid for one of the courts at the reception. A couple of people walked past him to go outside but they didn't speak, so he assumed that "James" wasn't familiar with them. I hope we don't meet anybody that I'm supposed to know, he thought. That could be fucking awkward. "Come on, let's go get changed", Lars said, tapping Dave on the arm. Dave nodded and followed the drummer across the room, towards a pair of double doors I hope they have separate changing rooms, Dave thought. Otherwise I bet that horny little fucker will jump on me as soon as I undo my jeans. Luckily they did and Dave and Lars entered two cubicles side by side. Dave took James' clothes out of the duffle bag and quickly undressed, eyeing up the gap at the bottom of the cubicle, in case Lars was cheeky enough to peep under. He stuffed James' other clothes in the bag and fastened up the zipper, feeling very shy. Dave was happy to wear Bermudas when going to the beach but tennis shorts! They were so....short! He stared down as his legs and felt his cheeks heat up. I feel like a dick in these!, he thought. And I bet I look like one too. Stepping outside the cubicle, Dave risked looking in a mirror on the wall. Preparing to grimace in horror, he saw, instead James' body, clad in tennis whites. In his embarrassment, Dave had forgotten that he was still "James". Thank fucking goodness for that, he thought, wiping a hand across his forehead. I may feel like a tit but it's James who LOOKS like one. The cubicle next to Dave opened and Lars skipped out, dressed much the same. "Oh good, you're out already", he chirped. "You usually take ages getting changed". "Um, shut up Lars", said Dave, who found himself eyeing up the drummers' bare legs. Dave had always thought Lars looked hot in his tennis outfit, though he had never admitted to it. Lars chucked and handed Dave one of the racquets. "OK, let's go". They left the changing rooms and deposited their bags in the lockers. They passed quite a few people who said hello to Lars and he waved and greeted them back. Dave wasn't sure if James knew them or not, so he just smiled, hoping it would suffice. It seemed to work and he and Lars made it onto a court without any mishaps. "Oh look Larsie, it's a pink, hard one", Dave sniggered, pointing at the floor. "You're very rude today", giggled Lars. He took a ball out of the container and bounced it. "So, you wanna serve James, or shall I?", he asked. "You can", said Dave. I aint going first...I'll fuck it up. "OK then". Lars caught the bouncing ball and ran across to the other side of the court, jumping over the net as he went. His shorts were pretty tight and Dave had a nice view of his ass as he jumped. Dave grinned, while gripping his racquet tightly. I hope that James is really shit at tennis, he thought. Or else I'm gonna have a hell of a lot of explaining to do. Dave and Lars played for about an hour and overall, Dave thought it went pretty well. He didn't play terribly (or at least Lars hadn't yelled at him for anything, though that might have been because, like Cliff had said earlier, he spent a lot of time looking at "James'" legs). Yet Dave felt that HE was actually the worse one. Was it his imagination, or was Lars deliberately flirty when they played. He seemed to do an astronomical amount of bending over with his ass facing Dave. By the time they left the court, Dave was ever hotter and sticker than after their band practise earlier. His shirt was stuck to his back...his hair soaked and plastered to his neck. Lars bounced along, seemingly full of energy still, though he was a soggy and sweaty. "Ewww, I'm hot", said Lars, shaking his head and hitching his hair from out the back of his shirt. "I need a shower". "Me too", said Dave, before he realised what he was admitting too. Lars caught his eye and there was no mistaking what he was thinking. "The showers are in cubicles, right?", Dave enquired. "No", said Lars, a wicked gleam in his eyes. "They are open plan!" Edited by The Cosmic Gerbil, August 26, 2011, 4:58 pm.
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| Lucifer's Angel | August 26, 2011, 8:23 pm Post #155 |
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Naughty little Lars, I bet he's got some plans for Dave in the shower
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| youthanasia | August 26, 2011, 9:50 pm Post #156 |
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Oh god SHOWER SEX PLEEEEEEAAAAAAASSSSSSSSSSSSEEE
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| Olyamet | August 26, 2011, 9:59 pm Post #157 |
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I would liked James in the shorts too!! Naughty Lars!!! Oh.. I missed a few updates... sorry! I can't read when I'm writing or working. Love it! MOAR!!!
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| larscriancinha | August 27, 2011, 3:11 am Post #158 |
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I like this shower idea! I'm all for naughty Lars.
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| Burnout | August 27, 2011, 8:00 am Post #159 |
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Poor Twisted Me
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^^ I'm with Shaylene!! Also: James in tennis shorts
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| MetalliSarah | August 27, 2011, 7:15 pm Post #160 |
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Oo, naughty Lars, can't wait for more. This is so cute!
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| The Cosmic Gerbil | August 30, 2011, 4:15 pm Post #161 |
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Thanks for the comments guys Sorry I haven't updated for a few days Here is an update now ![]() "Uhh, open plan?", Dave said nervously, following Lars through another door that led to goodness knows where. Looking up, he saw they had entered the shower block, the walls on either side lined with many cubicles. "Hehehehehe, are you drunk James?" Lars yelled with laughter. "You've been here before, you know they aren't open plan!" "Ohh, yeah", said Dave, laughing weakly. "Just, erm...testing". "You're silly", Lars said playfully and he smacked Dave on the ass. "Come on, I wanna get out of these wet clothes". "Asshole", said Dave, rubbing his bottom. He went into one of the cubicles and was immediately followed by Lars. The cubicle was divided in two; one half consisted of a wooden bench to sit on and hook to hang up clothes and the other half was the shower area, with a ceramic base and a plastic curtain to prevent the occupants' clothes getting splashed. "Woh, it's as big as my bathroom at...", Dave began, then he stopped, remembering he was still "James". He cast Lars a furtive glance but the little drummer wasn't paying attention. Instead, he was removing his clothes as fast as he could. Dave wasn't sure if this was because he just wanted the sweaty garments off his body, or because he was horny. Probably the latter, knowing Lars, Dave thought, as he removed his own sticky shirt. "Hehehe, I love it when we shower together", Lars giggled. "I do hope nobody comes in and has a shower at the same time as us!" HIs tone of voice suggested that he *really* hoped for the opposite. "Lars, you're such a fucking voyeur", Dave remarked. "I bet you wish it was open plan in here. I bet you'd love it if umm...Cliff and Kirk and...the guys from Megadeth were here and we could all have a giant orgy". "Ohhh, James, don't say that", Lars whimpered. "That's turning me on!" "Lars, you turn on easier than a well oiled tap". "I can't help it! I am forced to be surrounded by you most of the time. How can I resist?" "Go on with you". Dave gave Lars a little push. "Turn on the fucking water, I'm starting to get goosebumps now". The sweat was drying on Dave's body, making him feel cold. Lars beamed at him and turned the shower on. The head exploded with hundreds of jets of fresh water. Dave's lip twitched and then, without warning, he grabbed Lars by the shoulders and thrust him under the water. It had not warmed up and Lars squealed loudly as his body was soaked in chilly water. "James, you cocksucker!", he yelled, trying to squirm free of Dave's grip. Dave laughed and held him more firmly. Lars lurched backwards, bumping against the side of the shower and pulling Dave under the water with him. The guitarist yelled as he was forced to experience the cold water too. "Fuck, that's cold! Put the fucking heat on, asshole". "Serves you right for making me go under it", Lars chuckled. "Be patient Jamie, you know it takes a minute to warm up". Indeed, within a few seconds, the water had reached a pleasant temperature and soon Dave and Lars were basking beneath it, grinning at each other as the warm jets soaked them through, removing all traces of dirt and sweat. They were pressed up close together, to ensure that the water covered both their bodies but Dave didn't mind that and Lars certainly liked it. He snuggled close to Dave and put his head on his chest. "Hmm, you're so sexy and hot James", he said, his arms wrapping around Dave's waist. "Are you horny again?", Dave asked, returning Lars' embrace. "Did I stop being horny before?", Lars retorted with a cheeky grin. "Good point". Dave began stroking Lars' hair and he felt the drummers' little hands move downwards, to caress his ass cheeks. Dave was just about to kiss Lars on the forehead, when he heard the sound of a door opening outside the cubicle. "Shit", he hissed, wriggling free of the little guy's embrace. "Somebody's fucking here!" "Calm down James, it'll just be somebody gonna have a shower, same as us". "Yeah, b-but we're in a shower together", Dave muttered. "So? They haven't got x-ray eyes? They can't see us in here", Lars said and he began to giggle. "Now, where were we?" "Lars, stop it", Dave growled in a low voice. He could hear footsteps moving across the shower hall, coming closer. "They'll hear us". Lars smiled up at Dave, his arms moving towards his ass again. "We'll just have to be really quiet then?", he whispered. Edited by The Cosmic Gerbil, August 30, 2011, 4:18 pm.
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| youthanasia | August 30, 2011, 8:42 pm Post #162 |
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Poor Twisted Me
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I'm running out of creative ways to express my joy that this story exists
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| Olyamet | August 30, 2011, 9:19 pm Post #163 |
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Hm... I wonder who is in the next shower... It would be hilarious if it's James with Junior... hehehehe |
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| Burnout | August 31, 2011, 5:12 am Post #164 |
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Jeez, those two are adorable together Can't wait for more! But this ---> "I bet you wish it was open plan in here. I bet you'd love it if umm...Cliff and Kirk and...the guys from Megadeth were here and we could all have a giant orgy" This will be in my mind for the rest of the day xD |
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| Lucifer's Angel | August 31, 2011, 9:50 am Post #165 |
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Sandi, you're killing me Maybe they are going to have an orgy, that's going to be in my mind now
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