“Whoa… Pickles…”

Nathan had heard noises inside this closet, but did not anticipate seeing Pickles and his girlfriend inside when he opened the door.  He especially didn’t expect to see his balls in her mouth as she stroked him.

“Dude!” Pickles exclaimed.  He’d finally managed to get Missy over to visit, and was so excited to see her that they couldn’t make it to a bedroom, so he ducked into the first room they found, which happened to be the secret meeting closet.  “Don’t you know how to knock?”

Nathan did nothing but stand there, gawking at Missy still holding Pickles’s cock in her hand.  He’d had a few drinks, which dulled his reactions.

“See somethin’ you like…?” Pickles asked, raising a pierced brow at the tent rising in Nathan’s jeans.  The other man snapped back to reality.

“Huh.”  He palmed at his junk, confirming he was chubbing up.  A nod came from him.  “Yeah… I guess so.”

Missy looked up at Pickles, who looked down at her.  He grinned at her, quirking a brow again inquisitively.  She nodded, and he looked back at Nathan.

“Get in here, Nate.”

Nathan stepped inside the small room, closing the door behind himself.  He walked over to where Pickles was standing.

“So, uh…”

Missy let go of Pickles, pivoting towards Nathan.  She looked up at him with a smile.  Taller than Pickles, he stood like a giant from where she was on her knees.  She reached for his fly with caution, granting him the opportunity to protest if he wanted to before unbuttoning and unzipping his jeans.  She was welcomed by his rich, musky scent.  It wasn’t that his was necessarily stronger than that of Pickles, but it was unfamiliar to her, thus more pungent.  She gulped as her mouth began to water, taking a moment to admire what she was working with.  If he was packing more than Pickles, it wasn’t by much.  The size of his body compared to the other man’s made it look more average on his frame.  Still, neither man was anything to sneeze at.

“You’re, uh… Cool with this, Pickles?” asked Nathan with a hint of hesitation.  “I don’t wanna like…”

“Nah, nah.  It’s cool, dude,” Pickles assured him.  “You’re my bro…  And I kinda wanna see this.”

“But weren’t you in the middle of something?”

“I mean, yeah.”

“You don’t want to finish up first?”

“I have an idea,” Missy said.  “Get closer together.”

They both shot curious looks towards her, but closed the distance between them.

“A little closer,” she said.  “Like, face each other.”

They turned to face each other, with their dicks dangerously close to touching.  Missy took one in each hand, beginning to stroke them.  It was nice, but what she had in mind would be a little nicer.

“It’d be so hot if you guys let me rub you both at the same time.”

“Like this?” asked Nathan with a hint of confusion.

She looked at him with a mischievous look in her eyes as she shook her head.  He thought about what she was implying.  After a beat, it clicked.

“Ohhh… You mean… together, together.”

She nodded.

“That isn’t gay?” asked Pickles.

“Uh, no?” said Missy.  “What’s gay about being jacked off by a woman?  At the very least, it’s bisexual since I’m involved.”

“Huh.  I guess when you put it like that it ain’t so bad.”

“Yeah,” Pickles chimed in.  “In that case, go for it.”

Missy gathered both dicks in her hands, holding them together. 

“Oh, this feels weird,” Nathan said with a little chuckle.

“Yeah, but not bad weird.”

“Yeah.”

She began stroking them in tandem, causing a groan to rise from Nathan’s throat.  Pickles smirked at the other’s reaction.

“You like that, huh, Nate?”

“D-Don’t.  That makes it sound gay.”

“Ope, yeah.  It kinda does, huh?”

Missy huffed a laugh, shaking her head as she continued to pleasure both men with slow, sensual strokes.  She loved being eye-level to such a sight.  Pre dribbled out of both tips, rolling down their lengths in fat gobs.  She leaned forward, swiping her tongue along the crevice where both cocks met to indulge in the combined salty taste of both men, making them twitch in her hold.

Things were getting so hot and heavy that none of them heard the knob twist open.

“What the fucks ams going on in here?”

All three froze at the sound of Skwisgaar’s voice, until Pickles smacked his face.

“Haven’t you ever fuckin’ heard of knockin’?” Nathan said, as his cheeks tinted deep red.

“Who are you talkin’ to-…”  The voice of Murderface was heard outside the door, before Skwisgaar opened it wider.  He looked inside, doing a double take before sputtering.  “Oh, my God.  What the fuck’s goin’ on here?  Looks kinda gay.”

“It’s not gay,” Pickles said defensively.

“Yeah,” Nathan agreed.  He pointed at Missy.  “See?  There’s a chick involved.”

“Oh.  Yeah, in thats case…”

“Hm?”  The faint sound of Toki’s voice was heard next.  “What ams going on?”

“Oh, God.”  Nathan groaned.  “Are you all out there?”

Toki poked his head into the doorway, then laughed.

“Oh, wowee!  I didn’ts know Missy was visiting!”

“Hi, Toki.”

“Hellos!”

“Dude, do you guys wanna like come in or go on somewhere or what?  We’re kinda in the middle of something.  I’d like to blow my load at some point.  My fuckin’ balls are killin’ me.”

The other three members of Dethklok exchanged glances, then shrugged and one by one filed in, surrounding Missy.  All of them were hard now.  To be honest, it was a bit intimidating.

“Well… Are we all gonna stand around here with boners or are we gonna get this party started?” Murderface asked.

“Fuckin’ pull them out then,” Missy said.

“Goddamn,” Murderface laughed.  “Your girlfriend’s a real slut, Pickles.”

Pickles frowned.

“‘Ey, ey!  That’s no way to speak to a lady.”

“No, but it’s a way to speak to a slut.”

“She’s not a slut, okay?”

Missy shot Murderface a dirty look while Pickles defended her.

“Missy isn’t a sluts,” Toki added.  “She’s a really cools lady!”

“God…  Don’t be a fuckin’ suck up, Toki,” Murderface scoffed.  “She’s not gonna suck you off.”

“Well, maybes she should,” said Skwisgaar with a laugh.  “That’s would be… comicskals.”

“Maybe I will,” Missy said, shooting a defiant look right at Murderface.  She then looked to Pickles.

“Shit, I don’t care what you do,” he said.  “As long as no one gets ya pregnant.  I ain’t raisin’ it.”

“Y’know, I think it’d be funny to see Toki get a blowjob,” said Nathan.

“I gets the blowsjob all the time,” Toki huffed.

“Dos not.”

“Dos too!”

While they bickered, Missy crawled over to where Toki was standing.  Her hand rubbed up his thigh, causing his mouth to clamp shut.  It hovered over the obvious bulge in his pants.

“You okay with this?” she asked him.  He answered with a bashful nod, and she reached for his zipper.

He was a nice size when she freed him, and surprisingly girthy.  Easily the cleanest smelling member, but she still caught a whiff of masculine musk as she leaned in closer.  Unsure if he was truly inexperienced or just acted naïve, she decided she was going to go easy on him.  He made a small noise when she took him into her mouth.

“Oh, fuck.”

Out of the corner of her eye, Missy saw Murderface grope himself as he said that.  On the other side of her, Skwisgaar did the same.  It wasn’t long before she heard a few zippers, then the unmistakable sounds of multiple men wanking.  It only served to encourage her.  She shut her eyes, continuing her pleasure of Toki until a knock was heard at the door.

“Come in!” Nathan called out.  He then mumbled to the other guys.  “See?  Someone knows how to knock around here.”

The door cracked open, and the band’s manager looked inside.  His expression remained flat, though his eyebrows did shoot up.  After a moment, he cleared his throat and spoke.

“I see…  Sorry to interrupt.”

“Charles!” said Pickles.

“Eyyy, Charles!”

“Nice of yous to join us.”

“Right.  Well… You all have fun.”

“You want in on this?” Nathan asked.

Charles shook his head.  “No, thank you.”

Murderface scoffed.  “What are you, gay?”

“I am not gay,” Charles said.  “I merely do not wish to participate.”

“Aw, c’mon,” urged Nathan. 

“Be a bro, Charles.”

“Yeah, Charles!  Don’t be such a partys pooper.”

“It would not be in anyone’s best interest for me to join in on these… activities.”

“Pfft.  Whatever,” Pickles said, beginning to pout.  “Thought you were cool.”

Skwisgaar leaned in, and he motioned for the other guys to lean in as well.

“He’s probablys gots the… y’knows… smalls penis,” he not-so-quietly whispered.

“Ohhh…” Nathan said, raising his eyes to look at Charles sympathetically.  “Yeah, probably.”

“Aw, dude.  That’s nothin’ to be ashamed of,” said Pickles.  “We don’t judge.”

“Yeah, you can still be a real cools guy.  Withs the tiny penis.”

“I’m not—” Charles cut himself short to rub the bridge of his nose and let out a sigh.  “Fine.  Would it make you boys happy if I, uh…”  He gestured at Missy.  “… joined you?”

“Yeah!”

“Fuck yeah!”

“C’mon, Charles!”

“Very well,” he said and stepped inside, closing the door behind himself.  The closet was crammed full now. 

“Go on, darling,” Pickles encouraged Missy.  “Make ‘im feel welcome.”

She moved from Toki to Charles, who took the liberty of unbuttoning and unzipping his own slacks.  When he pulled himself out of his boxers, Missy’s jaw dropped.  Nathan let out a low whistle.

“God damn!” said Murderface.

“Oh, geez…” said Pickles.

Charles pushed up his glasses, averting his eyes from all the men as the gawked at the size of his dick.

“Sorrys for sayings you had the… y’know…” Skwisgaar said.

“It’s quite alright,” he responded.  “No offense taken.  Now, Melissa…  I trust this won’t be too much for you?”

Missy couldn’t help but grin, hearing the humble brag in his tone.  Yes, he was massive, but she loved a challenge.

When she brought her mouth forward, she felt his fist clench in her hair.  She barely had time to react before the tip of his cock brushed her mouth, smearing his precum across the bottom lip.  She dutifully opened her mouth, and he wasted no time shoving his length inside.

He was a lot rougher with her than the previous men had been.  He had no qualms about thrusting, fucking her face.  She thought she had a pretty good gag reflex, but the way he forced her to deepthroat him, she couldn’t help but gag around his length once or twice.  It was a nice show for Dethklok, who judging by the sounds of panting, grunting, and fapping, all seemed to be getting as much enjoyment out of this as him.

Missy went into a bit of a fugue state.  The passage of time didn’t seem real as she found herself in the middle of this circle jerk.  She could feel Charles twitching down her throat, and she was mentally preparing herself to swallow whatever load he had to offer, but right as he was on the verge of cumming down her throat, he pulled her head back, removing his cock from her mouth just in time to blast it in her face.

“Oh, God.”

“Goddammit.”

“Fuckin’ hell.”

Each exclamation was accompanied by another spurt of cum landing on her from all directions, and then some.  She was a mess by the time they were done, doused in the spunk of six men.  Other than the labored breathing from everyone, the closet had gotten relatively silent.

“I… apologize for getting carried away there,” Charles said, fighting back a smirk.  He held out a hand, and Missy accepted it to be pulled up to her feet.  Her knees were killing her after being on them for so long.

“Well, uh… That was… something,” said Nathan.

“Kinda gay if you ask me…”

“Everythings is kind of gay if we asks you.”