Date: Thu, 21 Nov 2002 04:31:06 +0000
From: kornykid_4@hotmail.com
Subject: Durst Meets David 5

This in no way implies anything about David Silveria or Fred Durst.


	Days and months had flown by since Dave last had seen or talked to Fred.
Korn was out on the road again, touring with Trust Co. and Disturbed, and
Fred was recording for the next record. Dave would find himself jerking off
to the thought of Fred a few times a week, mostly remembering everything
that they had done together. Although he had had sex with his wife many
times since he last saw Fred, Dave still longed for his friend's throbbing
cock.
	After a few weeks on the tour bus, Dave finally snapped. He talked to a few
guys from Korn and found out that Fred was recording in Bakersfield, CA,
which happened to be Dave's home town. The band was also going to be playing
there in a few days. Dave was ecstatic as he got ready to play that night's
show.

	The band had a day off, and Dave told Jon and Munky that he was just going
to go home and relax. Dave said goodbye to the band and Dave checked in the
phone book and found the address for the studio. After 10 minutes of driving
he found the spot and parked in the back. Dave was wearing his usual white
wife beater and some jeans he had thrown on in a rush. He walked up to the
back door of the studio and walked in. He walked in, and saw Sam and DJ
Lethal sitting on a nearby couch talking. They both looked over at him and
greeted him.
	"Hey David, how's it going?" Sam asked.
	"Good good, we had a day off and I thought that i'd come see how the
album's sounding." Dave replied.
	"So far, so good, It's a little different without Wes, but it's coming
along good." Lethal responded.
	"Cool. Is Fred here too?"
	"Yeah, he's in the back doing some vocals. We're done for the day, so we're
going get some food, want to join us?" Sam asked.
	"Na, I have to talk to Fred about a few things, but I'll meet up with you
guys tonight."
	"Sounds good, later man!" DJ said. Both guys grabbed their stuff and left
through the door Dave used. Dave walked further into the recording studio,
and saw a door marked "Sound Room". Dave could hear faint singing coming
from behind the door. Dave waited until the singing had stopped, then he
opened the door and walked in.
	Fred was sitting on a stool with his back facing Dave, singing into a
microphone that hung from the ceiling. Fred was too occupied singing to
notice Dave, so Dave shut the door and crept up behind him. Fred was wearing
a plain black shirt, with tight black pants and his red NY hat on backwards.
The room was basically four padded white walls. "Perfect", Dave thought,
"Soundproof, this is gonna come in handy!" Dave crept up behind Fred,
reached out and slipped his hand in Fred's pants to grab onto his ass cheek.
Fred stopped singing and spun around to see Dave smiling at him.
	"Dave! You scared the fuck out of me! How the fuck are you?" Fred
proclaimed. Instead of responding, Dave grabbed Fred by the shirt, pulled
him closer, and locked lips with him. Dave's tongue swirled around in Fred's
mouth, giving him what he'd missed.
	"Did you miss me? Dave asked, pulling away.
	"Does this answer your question?" Fred replied, dropping to his knees. He
quickly undid the buttons on Dave's jeans and pulled them down to the
ground. Fred stared at Dave's cock, which was bulging through his white
boxer briefs. Fred began to frantically lick the swelling cock through the
jeans. Dave smiled and pulled his shirt over his head, throwing it in the
nearby corner. Fred looked up at Dave smiling and pulled his boxers down in
a single action. David's cock was slowly growing to it's full 10 inches. It
had been a while since Fred had smelled the familiar musk of Dave's
throbbing dick. Fred then opened wide and took as much of the shaft that he
could.
	"Oh Fred, don't stop, that feels fucking amazing!" Fred continued sucking
away on both the shaft and the head, as he heard Dave quietly moan. Fred
released the cock and lifted it up so he could get a better view of Dave's
perfect balls. Fred weaved his tongue around the left, then the right
testicle making sure Dave was enjoying what he was doing. Fred then focused
his energy back on to Dave's cock. He began sucking roughly on the head,
while he jerked the shaft with both of his hands. It had been too long since
he had Dave's dick in his mouth. Fred reached his hands up and played with
Dave's nipples, bringing them to full erection. He tweaked them roughly,
knowing that that would get Dave off even more.
	It wasn't long before Dave was reaching his climax. Dave tried to pull
Fred's head away from his cock, but it was no use. Fred knew what was
coming, but he refused to miss the taste of Dave's cum.
	"Fred....I'm...Cumming! Dave exclaimed as he shot load after load into
Fred's mouth. After Dave finished his orgasm, he tried to pull Fred off his
cock, but it was no use, Fred wouldn't release. Dave grabbed Fred's hat and
threw it into the corner with his shirt. He then began to pull Fred's shirt
over his head. Finally Fred released his mouth from Dave's dick to let the
shirt come over his head. Dave then grabbed Fred by the shoulders and pulled
him to his feet and smiled.
	"Thanks, I missed that so much!" Fred said, wiping his chin.
	"Yeah, well It's my turn now! Dave told him pushing him onto the stool.
Dave licked around Fred's one nipple, then the other, pulling on them with
his teeth. Fred began to moan already, and rub David's firm back. Dave moved
his tongue lower, licking down Fred's sweaty chest, until he reached a
little patch of hair under his navel. Dave slowly undid the zipper on Fred's
pants. Fred wasn't wearing any underwear so his cock sprung up out of the
fly of the pants. Dave grabbed Fred's ass, and raised it off the stool so he
could slide down his pants. Fred sat back down on the stool and continued
rubbing Dave's body.
	"Jesus, do you shower at all anymore?" Dave asked him laughing.
	"Well, all I do is record and sleep, so what's the point?" Fred replied,
pushing Dave's head onto his dick. It was a lot thicker than Dave
remembered; he could barely get his hand around it. Dave jerked the shaft
with his left hand, while his right hand explored Fred's balls. His balls
were soaked with sweat, which Dave quickly began to lap up like a dog. Dave
moved his head away from Fred's cock, and began to lick and suck his way up
to Fred's armpit. He then licked around the small patch of hair that was
soaked.
	"Fuck man, that's so fucking rad!" Fred was moaning. He began to jerk
himself off, when Dave slapped his hand away. 	"Oh no you don't!" Dave
laughed. Dave dropped his head lower and went back to working on Fred's
erect cock. He swirled his tongue around the purple head, and then Dave
slowly took all 8 inches down his throat. He reached his hands around Fred's
back and began to play with Fred's asshole. He used the sweat as lubricant
as he pushed a few fingers into his hole. Dave's nose was pressed firmly
against Fred's small patch of pubes, as he heard Fred groan louder.
	"Fuck Dave! I'm going to cum, keep going!!" Within seconds, Fred erupted
into Dave's throat, as Dave continued to play with the singer's asshole.
Dave kept sucking for a few more minutes, until he was sure that Fred had
been drained completely. Dave slowly retracted off of Fred's dick and looked
up at him. Beads of sweat were running down Fred's forehead, onto his chest.
Dave took his fingers out of Fred's ass, then slowly licked his way up
Fred's stomach. He weaved his way in Fred's navel, then around his nipples,
and finally back into Fred's mouth. The two continued to kiss for several
minutes, until Fred pulled away.
	"That was amazing David! How long are you in town?"
	"Only until tomorrow night." With saying that, Dave stood up, and began to
get dressed.
	"So, back to my place then?" Fred exclaimed.
	"I thought you'd never ask!"

Alright, this is the first story I've done in quite a while, so if people
want me to, I'll do another one. Email me at kornykid_4@hotmail.com with any
suggestions, comments, or whatever. I'm not going to keep going if I don't
get people emailing me, I was just bored with the lack of stories lately.