“My Jack still needs Mehoff.”
“Sorry.” And I was. I guess a guy wants to get off too. I knelt at his feet, fascinated by his now deep maroon shaft. The head was glossy when I pulled my hand back. His balls jiggled against the jock pouch and straps which were hooked under his nuts.
I watched them go up and down, bouncing like a bicycle on a rough road.
“Tighter.”
I tightened and stroked faster. He held the tissue he’d managed to fish out of the package close to his dick, but not so it covered the beautiful thing.
“Let me,” he said, “you spit on it”
I guess a guy knows his own rhythm better than somebody else, although I had to admit he’d found mine well enough… My cunt was still pulsing.
He grabbed his dick underhanded and began to pull. I watched the balls jump up and down, watched his body as it began to turn pink. His breath was pretty fast too. I spit onto his rod again. He used his hand to wipe the stuff into the skin. The tissue turned to tatters.
I panicked and pulled out another. Just in time too.
“Catch it”
I wanted to see it, but I didn’t. I looked down and held the tissue like a kind of body protector. The big eye opened… gaped actually, all pink and moist inside. Then the white cream began to spurt out. The stuff nearly made a hole in the tissue. Then another stream. And another. Wow, this guy was really blowing his wad. The smell was intense too. About as intense as I got when I came off. Then it was over. Tony stood there, pulling his hand forward and squeezing as his thing got softer and softer. I watched the white stuff being forced out. I got another tissue and tried to clean him up, but he moaned and held my hand still.
“Wow.”
I agreed, “I guess. That’s beautiful to touch. To watch.”
“It tastes good too.”
I didn’t know what to say to that. A single drop, a little clearer now, bubbled out of the opening. I dropped the tissue to the floor, leaned forward and stroked him one more time. A. heavy drop of his stuff fell onto my tongue. I flipped it back into my mouth. Not bad. Not bad at all.
“Looks like we’re done.” He pulled his jock back into place. I did the same with my panties and jeans.” We were both respectable now.
I said, “You never know. The way the director operates, he’ll find something wrong with our box.”
“You mean poor little Jack Mehoff?”
We laughed and talked all the way back to my dorm. I really liked Tony. He was cute, funny and apparently hung, though I didn’t have any experience with other guys to prove anything.
I hoped I could “liberate” our prop after the show to remember Tony by. And maybe by then, Jack would have been in my box. Who knows?
Chapter 4
Hank up on the light bridge Boy, a guy gets hot and horny up on the first bridge; I ought to know. Dennise Loring and I were up on the bridge. That’s a technical term. Right behind the front curtain is a catwalk about 18” wide, with pipes running along it to hang spotlights on. You’re probably seen TV lights… Charles Kauralt’s opening wide shot on Sunday Morning shows a lot of light. Ours are mounted along the railing and then plugged into the electrical outlets.
We don’t use plain white light at all. Surprise Pink and Bastard Amber, along with Special Light Amber and Steel Blue are some of the fanciful names for our colors.
The gels, actually plastic though they used to be gelatin like Jell-O in thin sheets which had been hardened with formaldehyde… that bit of useless information courtesy of Dr. Dewey and lighting class. Anyway, Dennise and I had to climb the bridge with a case of gels to replace the ones there. Dr. Dewey had a whole new plan for the lights and we had to put the right colors in the right places.
Dennise was wearing a long skirt with buttons down the font… kind of beige, we don’t have a gel like that and a dark green blouse with cows on it. I didn’t know if she was trying to cover up the fact that she was lacking in the tit department or not.
Anyway, I made her climb the ladder before I went up it. That way I got a chance to look up her skirt a little. Hey, a guy has got to take the chances offered to him doesn’t he?
She was wearing some kind of dark pantyhose so I didn’t get to see much. She smelled really good though. When we got to the top of the iron ladder that ran up the wall, I lifted the case with the gels up and handed them to her. That’s when she bent over the opening far enough for me to see that she wasn’t exactly cow tits or anything like that, but good enough for government work.
I was wearing my tight jeans and boxer shorts with sheep baahing all over them.
Since heat rises and we were above the stage, I wore a thin shirt too, no T-Shirt underneath. If you’ve got a dirty job to do, you might as well be comfortable.
Dennise gave me a hand up the ladder the last few feet. Boy, did she ever have soft hands. You know long, delicate fingers, thin wrists. I wondered idly how those fingers would feel around my dick.
She was all business, wanting to get the job done so she could go on to her next piece of business. She’s the kind of girl who keeps lists and checks things off.
So… I handed her the metal frames as she called out the light number. I watched her body move as she bent over the light to slip the new gel in and take the old, faded one out.
Some of them were more faded than my jeans, but none of them were as stuffed with a randy cock as mine were. Gees, I wanted some sex in the worst way. I tried to find something suggestive to say, but every time I opened my mouth, Dennise beat me to it, “Number six Fresnel, Surprise Pink.”
So we worked until we’d reached the other end of the bridge.
Nobody was on stage below. The whole place was empty and dark, except for the work lights which threw strange shadows down on us. Dennise’s tits made shadows down the front of her blouse, putting a whole herd of cows in shadows.
She closed the case with the faded gels and turned to lean her head back against the brick wall at the far end of the bridge.
“Oh, I’m glad that’s over. I’m scared of heights.”
Pd noticed her heavy breathing, but I just thought it was the nearness of a sexy dude like me. “Me to. It’s better if you don’t look down.”
“I’m terrified of going down the ladder.” Her body trembled, the cows ran up and down hills on her chest.
“Want me to go down first, then you can fall on me. I’ve got long hair under this cap.” I took off my baseball cap to show her my black hair.
“I don’t know. I’d have to have you go into your heavy breathing act on my ankles again.”
“You noticed that?”
“I can hear railroad trains going up a grade too. And you seem to have a peculiar interest in cows.”
“No, just where they’re grazing.” Since the bridge was so narrow, we were standing facing each other, she leaning on the side rail.
“I suppose you like buttons too?” She gestured to the ten that marched in pairs down the length of her skirt.
“Buttons, zippers, any closing device. Half the fun is in opening the packages on Christmas day.”
“I notice you’ve got quite a package between your legs.”
There it was… the opening I needed. I stepped forward, put my hands on my ass and bent backward. “Yeah and there’s a zipper that opens to show the whole thing.
Dennise looked at me, smiled and said, “You think I won’t?”
“I’m willing to find out.”
Her hands were in front of her body, clasped together, as if she were carrying a purse or something. I watched the long fingers pause, unclasp and then run lightly down my crotch. I could barely feel them, but just that whisper of a touch was enough to start my dick to rising. This could be interesting. Sex on a light bridge. I didn’t know just what we could do, but I was willing to experiment.