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

together. Later.'

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

you want.'

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

took over.

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.



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