I watch backstage as the boys are finishing off another performance as the end with the song Fire. I can hear the roaring and screaming of the crowd after they play the final note. They were all unbelievable, especially Anthony. But it's hard to focus on the song when your boyfriend is butt naked with a single sock on his penis, looking sexy I might add.

Anthony approaches backstage first, and I embrace him straight after, his body warm and moist from the sweat, still panting from all the exercise, beads of sweat that are glistening down his chest.

He kisses me slowly, then pulls away. "Your first time seeing me like this live," he said, biting his lip.

"It was great, I loved it," I said, trying not to make a big deal of his nakedness. I have a feeling this is something I'm going to have to get used to.

"Thanks baby."

Of course when it comes to his sexuality, Anthony sure has no shame in it, although I can't help but blush over his-

"So," he continues, grabbing a towel. "What was your favorite part?"

"All of it. Might I mention though, that sock routine was something," I said. At first I felt surprised at myself for saying that, then recognize that I have grown to be comfortable around him.

He laughs. "There's plenty of that just for you, my darling." He toys with my hands for a little.

"We gotta keep the tradition going," he reminds me as an indication of sex.

I smirk and look down at the sock, sliding it off his dick.

"I agree."

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adding this in here for your pervy eyes :)