On my Own

... and it's only the first day

A hundred years ago when I was still a teenager I was cast in a supporting role in a theatre downtown. We lived in the 'burbs but I could take the commuter train there and back. Sadly it meant getting home at around 11:30 PM. And no my parents weren't going to wait up for me, and point blank refused to leave a door unlocked despite living in an upscale suburb.

After the first read-thru, two actors in their 20s approached me about renting their third bedroom at a cut rate. I told them I would speak to my parents. Now I was pretty sure these men, Dirk Off and B.J. Cox, were gay. I came out two years ago while at summer stock in Colorado when my three cabin mates took my virginity. Loved it.

Immediately I went to my father and asked permission. Of course he wanted to know how much money a third would be. After the next rehearsal we made a date so I could see the place and we could talk about money, rules etc.

"My Dad wants to know how much a third is?" I rolled my eyes in derision.

B.J. smiled. His All-American looks were intoxicating. "You pay us $50 a month and buy the pizza on Monday nights." For those of you who don't know, Monday is the only day a stage actor has off.

Dirk flashed a roguish smirk, "you give B.J. a blowjob once a week. Morgan gets you once a week. I get your hot hole once a week. I think it's fair to tell you my buddy Jenson did summer stock with you a few years back. He told me everything y'all did. Hot stories about you!!" Dirk's compact body, crewcut and pecs made this man stand out and my dick stand up.

"What's a Morgan?"

"Caught that did you?" Dirk kept the smirk upon his lips. "This is Morgan Suxer's condo. He's an older gentlemen, mid-thirties, southern. He's a stage director and you won't mind doing anything the man asks you to do."

B.J. added, "On that, you can depend."

"I'll take your word for it." Damn, I felt a stirring in my young cock. 'Horny Fag', I scolded myself laughing.

My room was spacious, wooden floors, sky blue walls, a double bed - I never slept in a big bed before. Two big windows. Lots of light. Sadly my view was of another building a mere 30 feet away. Oh, well.

No rehearsal on Saturdays ... yet. My mother packed for me. She wouldn't let me borrow one of her 'good' suitcases and put my clothes in an old Marshall Fields box instead. Three pairs of pants, two shorts, seven t-shirts, toiletries, a few books and some scripts to read. She only let me bring five pairs of underwear which had to be classic white briefs. "No one needs to know my son wears girly panties."

However in my private Pan Am flight bag I hide my gay books, K-Y Jelly, my retro jockstrap, a dildo my friend Rick gave me and my favorite blue bikini briefs. To spite my mother further I wore three pairs of bikinis under my jeans and walked out the frigging door.

Uncle Joey drove me into the city and helped bring my stuff up to the third floor. He was impressed with the old brownstone with a condo on each floor. B.J. offered Joey a tour the building. There was an old indoor 1920s pool in the basement. The bricked floor of the courtyard was stunning and the splash of a fountain in the center sweet. The building looked Italian.

In my room, Dirk helped me unpack. "Nice underwear collection." He said while I plugged in the radio Uncle Joey gave for my birthday.

"I had to smuggle my bikini briefs out of the house. And she won't let me wear them on gym days either." We both laughed.

"What's the Pan Am bag smuggling?" Dirk unzipped the bag and peered in. "Sexy, more underwear, lube, toys and naughty books. Cool! Old school jock." He pulled it out.

I dropped my jeans. Grabbed the jock and pulled it up. I turned, showing off my bubble butt.

"Kid, I am really beginning to like you." Dirk leaned in and hugged me, "You're very handsome. You're a mop of auburn hair, a 100 watt smile and happily gay."

"Thank you, you're pretty hot yourself, man." I smiled my two-thousand dollar smile. My mother constantly reminds me how much money she spent on braces. I will not mention this women again!

Dirk pulled me closer. "So, here's where I leaned in and ..."

But I kissed him first. His lips then naturally our tongues met. His hands went to my ass and squeezed my buns. Tops always squeeze bottom's butt first. And bottoms always rub the top's crotch, I had decided. And so I did. Gently I took hold of his lumpy bulge and massaged it. He groaned.

What the hell, I said to myself, I dropped to my knees and unzipped him, shucked his jean shorts down. To my surprise and disappointment he wore no underwear. I love sucking a man through his underwear. I took his boner in my mouth, it grew harder. I wrapped my lips around his meaty sausage. Sucking his hard pud into my mouth then my throat. I decided I should make him cum quickly as we were not alone. I did my best impression of a vacuum and power sucked him. At the same time Dirk grabbed my head holding it like a vise slamming his rock hardness into my thirsty mouth.

His eruption of man lava filled my mouth, cum leaked out the corners of my maw. I gobbled down every drop of his awesome minty-fresh cum. After wiping up, the boys returned. I overheard Dirk ask B.J. if that was cum on his face. "No ... it's icing ... from my ... Danish." He wiped it with a finger and licked it.

Dirk and I exchanged suspicious glances. I wondered. Was Uncle Joey a cocksucker? I found my voice. "Where'd my Uncle go?"

"Was late for something said to say goodbye to you but ... that ... he might ... be visiting ...me YOU... soon... "

I felt myself nodding in a daze.

Dirk broke the spell. "Sooooo Boys. It's Saturday night time that means pizza, Mary Tyler Moore, Bob Newhart and Carol Burnett."

I spoke up, "so I'm paying for the pizza, right?"

B.J. shook his head no. His dirty blond shoulder length hair danced around his elfish face. "No, you start buying Monday night pizza, after the play opens."

The pizza came, we ate during Bob Newhart afterwards as the Carol show started. B.J. asked me, "Do you smoke maryjane? Do you know what ..."

"C'mon man, it's 1977 everybody smokes pot. Luke Skywalker probably smokes too."

It had been a long day, so I said my good nights. I entered my room and turned on the radio, Elton John and Kiki Dee blasting 'Don't go breaking my Heart!" Dancing around the room I sung with them. I threw my t-shirt off. Grabbed my underwear pulled them slowly down. I shook my naked ass dancing around the room. Being naked is so natural to me, I felt a hard-on arising!

I turned to the left, turned to the right and there he was ... a big man with muscles. He was in the other building across the way staring at me and jacking off his large dick which I could see perfectly. I panicked. The Lights? Or the drapes? I didn't know how to use the drapes. He kept jacking his ... God what a big cockhead. His sexy seductive smile was the result of my confusion. I was breathing so hard. I ran to the light switch, clicked, more lights came on. My hard dick bouncing everywhere like a jack in the box. I got to the drapes and pulled them shut.

I just slide down the side of the wall, grabbed my hard hot poker and whacked myself to infinity and beyond!. In hindsight the entire five minutes turned me on so much it only took eight strokes to blow my load. A rope of cum shot upward, landing on my forehead.

In a flash I saw a man standing in my opened doorway, no not a man ...  something more. The stranger had a solider's face and wore only a black jockstrap. Somehow I knew this man was Morgan. His body was made by Michelangelo, sculpted. The stud spoke,"Do not move. Do not speak or the magic will vanish. "

Morgan's voice was deeper than a well. His slightly longish brown full hair pulled back in waves cascaded near his shoulders. My hard-on would not go down. Morgan approached me. Bent over and licked the dripping cum from my forehead. The junk in his jock a mere two feet from my nose forced me to inhaled the manly scent of this God. I dared to raise my hand to his crotch and touched his bulge ever so lightly. It throbbed in response. One last lick of my forehead and he sat beside me. I am still hard.

The God-like man extended his muscular arm around my tiny shoulders. His mouth went to my ear. I felt his hot breath. "You are the diamond in the rough." His large strong hand turned my face to his and he kissed me deeply. His hand slowly ran up and down my naked torso. His tongue explored my mouth and soul. In one swift move he swept me into his muscular arms and took me to my bed. There he laid me down, stepped back dropped out of his jock. He moved to the drapes and opened them to my total surprise. "Be sexually free. Let him watch. Why not!"

"How did you know that?"

"I drilled a hole between my closet and your bedroom wall so I could watch you jack off this summer, watch you get fucked and other tidbits. You have a right to be upset but I assure you it's all in good fun. Perverted fun."

The man crawled on the bed he inhaled my cock, sucking me almost to a climax but bringing me down passionately. Morgan placed me on my hands and knees, got behind me, fingered my hole teasingly with one and then two fingers to awaken my hole. He spit on my hole and lubed me up. His cockhead was at my backdoor, slippery and stubborn. Morgan grabbed my cock with his oiled hand jacked me slowly and teased my pisshole.

A hand pushed me down on my stomach, Morgan lay on top of me, I felt his hard cock across my butt crack. He aimed his organ at my boy hole sinking his healthy dickus deep into my hole. 

Nirvana! 

Never has a male's cock took such control over my pulsating boy cunt and made a home for itself. I love this man's cock! His motion began, the rocking, the pumping, the pace, the friction between two primal men engaged in anal male pleasure. My dick was being jacked by his hand, his pace increased. Soon I would explode in a tidal wave of spooge.

Like a jack hammer Morgan pounded my young anus into euphoria. The feeling was mind blowing. Cum rose from my balls I was gonna blow with no hands on my boy stick! "FUCK ME!!!" I screamed.

Morgan started cumming and never stopped. One wave after another shot up my stimulated rectum and then I shot a load two feet. My man shook with pleasure. I started sprinkling my cum everywhere He pulled out and spread his seed across my body. I began licking it off myself, damn tasty. Like the earth in Spring. I loved his cum.

We lay in each other other's arms for some time. His warmth, his frame and strength were so impressive. His scent made me horny. I could even love him.

"You're going to do very well in this play."

"I will do my best." I smiled.

Morgan got out of bed and wrapped a towel around his waist. "I want you to know, I recommended you to Han Jobbs, your current director. This was after I saw your performance in Equus last year. And I asked the boys to offer you a room here. Because you intoxicate me." He kissed me on the lips. "Will you share my bed tonight?"

"I would like nothing more in the world."