I thought that it would be just the usual day when I was getting
ready to do some ushering work at the Warner Theatre. But before
the evening was over, I discovered what backstage is like after
the theater closes
I arrived at the usual time for ushering and was placed in the
orchestra section. Being there early, a person gets a chance to
see the workmen going about their last minute chores. There is
that last minute preparatory work that has to be done, and this
night was no different. Hunky workers trying to get things
While standing around waiting for the theatre doors to open, a
rather good looking black maintenance man kept going in an out
the side stage door and I thought it a little strange. I edged
over to the stage door so I could get a closer look. This man
was not only good looking he was hunky, damn hunky.
Well over 6 foot and weighted about 200 hundred pounds, chest as
big as a barrel and it was obvious by the size of his arms that
he was into weight lifting. His head and face, well his head was
slightly horse shoe bald, cut short with his smooth lips sporting
a thinly cut mustache, brown eyes that glistened. His pants were
definitely tailored to fit him, drawing tightly over his
beautiful ass when he walked. The view from the front was just
as imposing. It was obvious that he was wearing boxer shorts,
with a slight protruding bulge. Enough to make me drool. His
thighs were thick like oak logs and emphasized the bulge in his
trousers. Leaving me to wonder how it'd look if it started to
expand in those pants.
The next time he passed by, I smiled and he returned a smile with
a slight wink of the eye. Of course, if you're interested in
black men an a real hunk goes by, you know what that does to your
best friend that is quietly resting in your shorts. Mine was
starting to feel the urge to expand from the excitement of
thinking about what could happen. Thank goodness I was wearing
tight jockey's to prevent it from getting out of hand.
About the fifth time going into the stage door, he paused a
little longer and returned a very pleasant smile and said, 'duty
calls, catch you later.' I only could agree and made a stupid
remark like, 'the show must go on.' He retort was, 'maybe we'll
have a better show later.' Yea, I could only hope so. The
theatre doors were opened and I temporarily forgot about this
black hunk who had me oozing pre-cum in my shorts. Thank
goodness for dark pants.
After the show started I stationed myself by the entrance and
waited for late comers. As I was waiting, that maintenance man
came through the front saying that he had work to do in the back.
Seeing him in brighter lights made him that much more attractive,
he was a hot man. His smile was infectious and it turned me on.
He said that he knew it wasn't my duty, but would I help him lift
something. I agreed and went with him into the lower lobby
workroom. The object that he wanted lifted I knew that he could
have lifted it by himself, and told him so. His return comment
was, 'yeh, but it's more fun when two people do it, doing it
alone can be tiring.' Then there was that smile and a wink. As
I walked by him to leave, he had his hand on that slight bulge in
his green overalls, and the other hand brushed against my thigh.
I'm sure that he could hear my heart beating.
I commented back, 'yeh, it sure is better when you can do it
I left in a hurry because I knew if I stayed there much longer I
would have ripped those fucking pants off of him, sucked on that
thick shaft of his.
I returned to my position in the theatre and tried to take my
mind off of this man who already had my cock oozing pre-cum and
wondering what he'd do to me in bed. Mounted and being mounted
and sucking on his cock kept flashing across my mind. I was
getting too horny, and the only thing I could do was to go and
relieve myself in the rest room. Which I did in a flash.
Strangely, it didn't relieve me of my tension.
I got back to my post just in time for intermission and spend the
time watching the fire doors so folks couldn't exit out that way
for a smoke. That door was next to the inside stage door, where
the crew kept going in and out. As luck would have it, he stuck
his head out of the door and made a comment about, 'you want to
see back stage sometime?'
Regretfully, I told him that we were not allowed back there,
especially at this time. He said that possibly after the theatre
was closed that he could give me a private tour. I jokingly said
that I would like that, but probably shouldn't, because one never
knows what could happened.
He looked at me and said; 'I could only hope what would
happened!' I could tell by his breathing that his hormones were
in over-drive and his eyes were wondering all over my body. He
kept the door slightly ajar and stood in such a position that
only I could view his complete body. He had one hand on the
door, the other hand resting on his bulging crotch, slowly moving
up and down. I told him that he'd better get back to work
because if he kept that up, I have to slam him down on the floor
and shove my throbbing cock down his throat, I was getting ready
to explode. His comment was, ' see you after the show.' With
that he shut the door.
When the show was over, it was part of the ushers job to help be
sure that everyone was out of the theatre, and the house people
would take care of the rest of the building. Just then the
workman showed up in his green trousers, and that ole feeling
started to creep into my groin. Since he was one of the house
personnel he said that he would be sure that things were locked
up tight and no one was left in the building. I was disappointed
until he said to me, 'why don't you head back to the side fire
door and stay out of sight.' With the feeling in my pants
getting hotter I quickly agreed. After what seemed to be
eternity, he came around the corners and said that the theatre
was completely empty and that we were alone.
I told him for his protection, since I was a volunteer and it did
matter if I was thrown out, we should check the place out closely
before making any side trips to back stage. He agreed and
thanked me for being so cautious. When we got up to the spot light
room up in the back, I opened up the door and he followed me in.
Then it hit me, I just couldn't wait to get my hands on his
crotch. I grabbed his groin and started to massage his
thickening cock. What a beautiful sight to see, a tight pair of
pants on a man with his cock slowly enlarging down the leg. With
the other hand I started to rub his massive chest, his breathing
quicken and said; 'gawd, I want that cock sucked.' With that I
loosened his belts, got on my knees and pulled his pants down.
His thick cock shoved up and out against those boxer shorts, but
I managed to get it through the opening and quickly planted my
lips on that thickening cock head of his. The smell was
delicious, but I didn't take time to savor it, I wanted that
black throbbing cock deep into my throat. I pulled his ass
forward and he grasped the back of my head. My lips were pulled
against that wonderful black bushy hair in his groin, I rubbed my
nose in it, enjoying every moment of having a thick cock planted
in my throat, throbbing.
He was hot and wanted to fuck my face, in a couple of minutes
with my tongue working it's way around his cock-head, he lunged
forward, grabbed by head and started driving that missile down my
throat. I was hungry for that cock, the way I felt at that moment
was, I wanted to suck that cock for hours. I couldn't get enough
of his cock. His cock worked it way down and I could feel it
throbbing release as it spilled forth his seed from those hairy
black balls. His ebony rod must have been very sensitive because
he held my head tight and wouldn't let me move.
After a short, but very delight rest, he pulled me to my feet and
said that was one of the hottest sessions he has had in a long
while and hoped that he'd get another chance. I assured him,
that before the evening was through, if he was willing, he'd be
tired. I intended to work that head of that cock until it was
We left the lighting booth and he took the stairs one way and I
the other, just to be sure that no one was left in the theatre.
We worked our way through the upper and lower lobby and then back
to the stage area. Once in the back stage area he showed me some
of the dressings rooms that people had used. I told him that he
should be careful here and that it would be safer if he just came
to my house. He agreed and said that he was concerned that I
might not want a guest that late at night. I told him that
midnight wasn't late on a weekend and I hope he didn't have to
head home for something. He assured me he didn't. Little did he
know that I was lusting for that body and wanted it all night.
By now the subway had closed for the evening, so we hailed a cab
to give us a lift. The driver of that cab was a splitting image
of the hunk of beef standing next to me. He asked us where we
wanted to go and I told him. The cab driver started to make
light conversation about us coming out of the theatre so late and
Carl just said that we had just locked it up after the last
person left and want to head home to get some sleep. Where as
the cabby said, 'I thought I had taken the last customer home an
hour ago, you fellows must have had something interesting going
on in there.' Carl just said, 'yeh, and it was good.' All three
of us had a knowing grin. The cabby's only comment then was,
'glad to hear that something was good.' You could tell that the
cabby was rubbing his crotch.
There was more light conversation and several implied innuendos
with heavy sexual overtones. That cab driver knew what he had in
his cab, and here I was with two of the huskiest men I had seen
in several years. I'd taken either one of them home. I reached
over and started to play with Carl's groin, and he leaned over
and said that if I kept that up the driver would know something
was going on. I replied that I'm sure he already knew. The
driver, whose name we found out to be John, kept looking in the
mirror and giving a knowing smile and wink at the both of us.
More light chatter followed and then the cabby got real bold and
said, 'well if you guys need any help tonight, just ask, you're
my last customers, before I have to head home alone.'
I glanced at Carl and the both of us just nodded our head in
agreement. Then Carl said, 'yeh, we'll need some help tonight if
you think you're man enough, because you'll be putting out for
the both of us. That ass and cock of yours had better be hot.'
Well, John picked right up on that and said, 'yeh, sounds fun.'
I was getting so hot thinking about it, I started to unzip Carl's
pants and took his cock out. The driver turned around and said,
'jeez, you are hot to suck his cock, how about putting those lips
around my cock.' I stopped sucking Carl and said that the driver
needed a lesson. 'Pull over and let me get in the front seat.'
He did and I got in the front seat, John already had his cock out
and playing with it. I told him to stop because I could do a
better job on this thick throbbing ebony joy stick than he could.
I dove down on that cock and took it right to the roots. I was
hungry for sucking a good black cock tonight, I just couldn't get
enough. I was insatiable, tonight I couldn't get enough black
cock to suck on, and at the same time I was thinking about having
my cock planted into a nice hot black ass. He let out a
'gaaaawd, suck that cock, jeeeeeez that feels good, I'm going to
shot this wad in a hurry, hold still, let me fuck that mouth of
yours, take this cock, shit, I'm coming, gaaaaawd, that was
hot.' I continued sucking all the juices out of his cock, rose
up and told him there would be more of that at home, if he gets
As the driver took off again, I just climbed back in the rear
seat and started on Carl's cock again, after watching me give
John the quickie suck, he was hot, but I kept him on the brink.
He pulled his pants down and one of my hands was under his ass,
I started to finger fuck him. 'Yeh, oh yeh, shove that up my
ass, suck my cock.' Carl put both hands on the back of my head
and was raping my throat, I was in heaven with his monster cock
pummeling my mouth. Just then the driver said we were close to
the house and probably should make ourselves respectable. Carl
told him to slow down, he was about to shoot his load in my
fucking throat. 'Ahhhhh, ohhhhh, damn take this load,' as I felt
his nuts tighten up and his cock enlarge, shooting hot spasm of
cum down my throat.
We arrived at the house, my cock was straining to get out of the
pants. I told Carl and John to make themselves at home,
preferably naked in the bed room. Carl said, 'then what?' I
told him I didn't care, but that one of them should be on their
belly, because I'm getting the case of the blue balls and have to
fuck something right away. Carl said, 'yeh, having your finger
in my ass was just an appetizer, now I want the real thing, I
hope you fuck as good as you suck and when you're through I going
to fuck your ass good. This black cock is going to mount that
sweet ass of yours and you're going to give me a ride for the
rest of the night.
I went in the kitchen and got us some beers, while Carl and John
headed for the bedroom. By the time I got up to the bedroom,
Carl and John already had their clothes off and laying on the
bed. Carl laying on top of John. There was Carl's beautiful
backside exposed. Both of them were starting to kiss each other
deep, while John's hands were playing with Carl's ass. John
opened up his eyes and looked at me, giving me a knowing wink.
I reached for the lube on the bed stand and applied a little to
my finger and started to finger fuck Carl. He tighten up those
muscles and let out a low groan, 'oh, yeh, work those fingers in
there, loosen it up, get me ready for that fuck.' I kept it up,
he arched his back, exposing that love chute that would have me
climbing on and fucking it. Jeez, I wanted to shove this cock
right into his ass, now. But I kept playing with that love
chute, I wanted him hot and ready for the fucking I wanted to
give that ass.
He kept asking for more and spread those legs, with that I
climbed on the both of them. Carl had spread his legs for the
onslaught he was begging for and John held those ass cheeks apart
so that I could aim my thick cock right to the center of his
opening. I entered with ease, he was ready. He arched his back
and shove backward, 'oh yeh, fuck that ass, show me how a man
fucks, I want your cock in there deep.' John said that he would
like to get from underneath the both of us, so we stopped for a
moment while he crawled out. I then started driving my cock into
that ass, he kept arching his back, begging to get fuck.
The next thing I knew, John was playing with my ass. 'Yeh, I
like to see those ass muscles of yours work while you're driving
that cock into his ass. I bet those buns would feel good having
this black cock fucking you while you hopping on Carl's ass. You
want to get mounted don't you.'
'Yeh, mount me.'
'Get ready, this hot black cock rod is going to give you the ride
I turned my head slightly and told him, 'yeh, fuck my ass, get
that black cock in there. Fuck me while I fuck Carl. Oh, Yeh.'
I continued to fuck Carl's ass and his ass felt tight. Carl let
me plunge my cock deeper inside of him, then almost all the way
out, then in again, hard and rough, as though I were nailing his
ass to the bed. His ass was tight.
'Oh, yeah,' Carl groaned, my cock sliding into his tight ass, I
stopped for a minute until John could get his thick cock planted
in the white ass he wanted so much. As he penetrated me I felt
his cock getting larger and larger, and I knew he was going to
give my ass a good fuck. He grabbed my shoulders and pulled
himself up tight onto my ass groaning and saying, 'take this
mancock up your ass, work those muscles, I've got enough cock to
pound your hungry asshole.' Meanwhile Carl was slamming his ass
back to meet each thrust and devour my cock, groaning, 'fuck me
until I can't walk, fuck me raw, I want some serious fucking,
pound that ass.' I was caught in the middle, Carl pushing back
as hard as he could and John shoving forward, fucking hormones
I was hot and I pounded Carl in short, hard strokes, and never
let up. While at the same time John was burning up my ass,
grinding his thick black cock as deep as possible. 'Ooooh, John,
fuck me, I want your load, fuck me with that cock, give me more,
make me know you're in there!' It didn't take long for his big
dick to fill my spasming asschute. I squeeze my ass muscles
tight and let him ride up and down with his long shaft while I
enjoyed Carl's backward slamming of his ass into my cock. I
could hear the sound of our naked flesh slapping together each
time I buried my cock into his guts and could hear his groans of
pleasure. Again and again, I rammed my thick length of hard
flesh into his black ass, while John was doing his best to thrust
his big cock completely into my asshole.
After what seemed to be a very short time, the need to release
was too great. We fucked faster and harder, jamming in, shoving
it to the hilt, with one last lunge and me pile driving into
Carl's ass, I felt John's cock thicken to a wonderful size and
send spasm of juice deep into my ass. Feeling his throbbing cock
rubbing up against my prostrate sent me over the edge. One more
shove is all it took to plant my enraged cock deeper, while Carl
continued to spread his legs as far as he could. He wanted that
cock, and I nailed that ass of his to the bed.
We all were exhausted and rolled over on our sides, catching our
breath. I don't know which one I enjoyed more, John fucking my
ass or letting Carl back up to my cock. But what ever it was,
the three of us changed position several times that night. By
morning, we were exhausted and finally hit the sack, with a cock
imbedded in my ass, and mine in another.