My free palm touched his rounded ass cheeks and flattened against him… my fingers leaving white marks on his butt. At first, only about a half inch of his dick managed to get inside me. Then as I pushed, more and more forced its way in, spreading my twat to accommodate his width. Then Mario was all the way in.
He began to wiggle from side to side, his cock swinging like a metronome inside me. Then, as I released the pressure on his ass cheek, he pulled on. I moaned.
He felt so good in there. So hard and manly.
We both began to work together now, for the maximum pleasure for both of us. He pushed forward and back. I met his strokes. And they came with increasing frequency and firmness.
I could hear him gurgling in the back of his throat. His toes pressed against the mattress as he shoved faster and with more force.
I massaged his cock with the length of my tunnel and with my cunt lips. I could feel heat pouring between us, then sweat as we became misted with the effort.
“I’m close,” he mumbled.
I waited, clamping and unclamping. His dick turned to a pipe harder than the ones we flew scenery on. Then he grunted.
I gasped. I could feel his dick expanding and contracting through my bones. A kind of echoing thud resounded with each shot of his stuff.
We both gasped. Me faster because I was coming off too. Wow, what a cum.
We lay there for a few moments. “Well, Romeo, I smoothed his dark hair out of his eyes. He smiled a little weakly… apparently his cum had taken a lot out of him. I felt his dick softening. Then it plopped out.
”Yeah. I guess we’d better get to work.”
“Right.”
He stood by the bed, pulling his dick to get all the juice out. I grabbed one of the brass curlicues in the bed and reached up, pulling him toward me by his cock. That’s when I licked him clean.
The door at the back of the stage slammed. “Lois?”
It was my boss. “Up on Juliets bed.”
“Alone I hope?”
Mario hung off the edge of the platform and dropped like a cat onto the floor as the scene designer came up the stairs. I caught a glimpse of my new lover’s black hair as the work light flashed on his face. Then he was gone into the black drapes.
Chapter 10
As told by Conner Price I guess I’m pretty dumb. Or the stage crew is pretty smart. At any rate, they sent me to True Value for a #8 stage screw… and they laughed when the said it. I’m just a farm boy and innocent, though we do see a lot on television and should be right up with it, but coming from a school district that had 40 people in the high school may have been nice, but nothing to match the big city kids.
That’s how I met Marsha. She was behind the counter at True Value. Nice gal, as I found out. I said, “I’m with the University Theatre. They have a controlled blanket order here.”
“Yes, sir,” she said, her bright eyes glowing. God I liked her at first sight.
She seemed to be eying me too. I wasn’t wearing anything special, just grey sweats with the PROPERTY OF U of M Athletic Department printed on it. Maybe it was the yellow headband. She said I looked like a canary. Marsha bent under the counter and pulled out a sheaf of University Purchase Orders, found our number and said, “What’ll it be?”
“A number 8 stage screw.”
She covered her face and giggled.
“Look…?”
“Conner Price.”
“You’re a freshman, right?”
I blushed and nodded yes. My feet were itching to get out of there. I’d been had. I remembered the snipe hunting joke we played on city kids.
“Well, I’m a sophomore and I’ve worked here for a year. Those guys are having you… but I have an idea of how you can get revenge on them.”
That’s how I ended up on stage in the spotlight, waiting for Marsha, who said she’d deliver the screw to me personally. I was dressed in my sweats and yellow headband. Marsha arrived in a black skirt and high heels, a red jacket with a white turtle neck and her smile.
I was sitting on the Romeo and Juliet bed, which for some reason was down on the stage. I guess the crew was working on it.
Somebody said the side boards had broken and joked that some Romeo was probably screwing some Juliet on stage. Everybody had laughed at that and Rick had asked if I had none for the stage screw yet. I said I’d have it tomorrow. And now I was waiting for Marsha to bring it.
Two spots were on. Usually they had work lights, but today it was spotlights. I didn’t think anything of it. Then Marsha stepped into the pool with me and sat down on the bed.
“Did you bring it?”
“Bring what,” she asked as if she didn’t know what it was.
“The stage screw?”
“No, but I brought something to screw it into.” Her hand touched my knee.
That’s a kind of intimate gesture. I hardly knew her. But it sure felt good there.
“You’re supposed to have it on you.”
“Me, but I… “ her hand was creeping up my knee. I was glad I wore my jock. A girl touching me there so close to… well, you know. Careful, Marsha. I’m pretty touchy.”
“Where?”
“Where you are.”
“How about here,” her hand really zoomed up and nearly brushed my dick, which was up under my jock, pointing toward my stomach.
“Yeah, there… “I peeled her fingers away from the bottom of my jock strap.
“How would you like it if I did that to you?”
“I haven’t objected so far.”
That made me a little pissed. So I put my hand on her knee. Boy did she had smooth legs. I pushed the black skirt up and up, revealing her thigh and the dark part of her pantyhose. I stopped just, before the modesty panel, my fingers kind of burned by her body and being so close to you know what.
She closed her eyes as she dropped her hand onto my knee again, this time reached my nuts. Marsha did little squeezes on them.
Well, havin’ a girl play with your nuts is a turn on if you know what I mean.
My dick began to grow… I could feel the skin on my nuts crawling and my cock starting to inflate.
I moved my hand to her mound and began to stroke where I knew her cunt lips to be. I could feel them even through the panty hose. She stroked my dick from bottom to top and back down again.
“We’d better quit,” I said. My voice trembled. This was a hot situation… too hot for a farm boy to resist. But Marsha didn’t stop. She found the string on, my sweats and pulled the bow so it opened. Then her hand went down into my sweats, down… until her fingers were resting, on the red lines across my jock waistband. My dick was up under the top one and throbbing. The hairs across my belly and all the way up to my chest seemed to be tingling.
That’s when she leaned over and kissed me on the lips. Not just on the lips, but between them and into my mouth. She was one sexy girl.
I grabbed her arm and pulled her closer to me, our faces moving from side to side. Then I broke the kiss and worked my way down her neck at the same time as I pulled the zipper on her red jacket. It wasn’t a sweater she was wearing at all, but one of those things that look like a sweater but have no arms or back.
I could see her belly and everything as I pulled the zipper down. I flipped the dickie up and there they were… her tits. What beauties. My mouth began to water, just as my cock was beginning to water.
Marsha had managed to jam her hand inside my jock now and had found my cockhead. She was using one hand to hold my dick steady… it was vibrating like a pussy willow in the wind. The fingers found some of my stuff and was working it into the crown. My cock looks like and old fashioned bottle with a pink tip and a pink band to where the thing swells out. Then it’s darker. It’s not as big as a bottle of course, but a good size. My nuts were gathered in the tight sac by then, sloshing with my jizz.