I was never really a stereotypical gay guy, I drank beer, liked some sports (and not just for the cute guys in tight uniforms), and I was never into the quintessential "gay thing": musical theatre.
Yet there I was, sat in the front row of the impressively sized theatre attached to Peter's musical theatre academy. Pete and I had been friends for years, so naturally he invited me to the opening night of the first student showcase, and I'm not going to lie, I was enjoying it. Each student did their own private thing, I saw a few girls sing beautiful ballads, a couple of them got together with a few boys and did an perfectly choreographed dance number, and then they all came out at the end and did a mashup of 2000's hits they'd put together.
About halfway through I got a text, from Peter, asking me to meet him backstage afterwards. I was excited, I loved to see him in his element, and he was never more at home than after a show. At the end of the song his students all called him out and gave him a round of applause for being an amazing director and teacher. He blushed bright red and thanked everyone for coming before closing the curtains. He'd always looked adorable when he blushed, and as I walked through the groups of people gathering in the foyer I heard a few comments here and there about the "very cute director".
They weren't unwarranted, between his short auburn hair, fair skin, perfectly straight and white teeth, dazzlingly green eyes and stunningly toned dancer's body, he was impressive to say the least.
"Pete! Great show mate, all the students are so talented! Way better than you, but you know what they say, if you can't do, teach."
He laughed and gave me a hug, we had always had a history of teasing each other, from a place of love of course.
"You're a fucking asshole, Jake. Glad you enjoyed it! I've just got to head back to the office for a second and grab my bag. Too bad you never wanted to join us you know, I remember you just starting dance when I graduated and you were pretty good."
"Yeah I know, but I was only ever into it because I thought I was supposed to be, plus I thought it would be a great way to meet gay guys. Nobody told me that I would be the only one!"
We had a laugh as he walked me back behind the changing rooms. It was true, I was a good dancer in high school. I figured that I'm already gay, so of course I had to join the dance team. When I moved into my second last year, I decided that I did not like it at all, but the extra athleticism was helpful when I joined a soccer team.
We turned out of a corridor into a room full of people packing bags, laughing and talking away.
"Here follow me, the office is just through here."
I followed Pete around past the group of teenagers, his classes were made up of all different ages, the younger kids were about thirteen, the older ones were around twenty-five, most were in-between. Pete squeezed behind one of the students to get through to the office, and as I followed the student stepped back, knocked me against the wall.
He immediately turned around and apologised.
"Oh shit, I'm so sorry are you okay? I need to learn to watch where I'm going."
I was momentarily taken aback by his looks, his eyes were a deep brown and set deep on his face, his medium length black hair was swept back, with a few loose hairs hanging down over his eyes. His pale skin was smooth and made him seem like he was glowing, and was biting his luscious bottom lip in a concerned half-smile.
"Ah... yeah... I'm okay, no worries."
"It's okay Zach, good show tonight buddy! Jake, this is Zach, he's our unofficial student choreographer. He's got more talent in his head for creating dances than most people would for dancing them."
He blushed, a light shade of red filling his otherwise pale skin.
"Thank you, Sir! Anyway, I'd better be going, we're all heading out to celebrate."
"You guys deserve it! Just hey, make sure anyone underage does their own thing, I don't need their parents calling me up tomorrow saying their thirteen year old daughter was doing shots of tequila."
"That's okay, we'll make them stick to Cruisers."
And with that, he left, with Pete chuckling after him.
"You're pretty relaxed with them, you know the older ones will probably come in hungover tomorrow."
"Yeah but I probably will too. Now, let's get going, the club's opening soon and I need a few drinks!"
Shit I forgot I had plans with him to head out after the show. Ideally, what I wanted to do was head home and go to bed, but I had cancelled on him too many times recently, so I just had to pretend that I remembered. Thank god I was already dressed well from coming to the show.
"Sure let's get going!"
Six shots, 5 badly remixed songs, and far too long of dancing with Pete and a few girls we'd met on our way in later, and I was ready for my nice warm bed.
I left my new friends and headed for one of the booths they had scattered around the edge of the club for a break. I doubted I would find any empty but I finally found one, right in the corner which was perfect for me, because you couldn't see the rest of the club from it, and the rest of the club couldn't see you. The only reason I knew it was free was that there were no drinks on the table.
I thought I had heard my name but I looked back and Pete was dancing away with the girls still, and by now a third had joined him so I brushed it off and sat down.
No sooner had I let out a sigh of relief than I heard my name again, this time from right beside me. I spun around to see Zach again.
"Oh! Hey, what are you doing here? Thought you were supposed to be out having PG fun?"
He sat in beside me, I slid across to make room. He leant in close to me, almost putting his lips against my ear.
"No, everyone else went to see a movie, but a few of us came to the club. Is Peter here? They got in with fake ID's and he's not going to be happy if he sees them."
He laughed when I pointed out Pete, dancing with a small troupe of girls now, how did they keep growing? The song changed and Mr. Brightside came on.
"Shit this is the best song! You want to dance?"
I was sure I misheard him,
"I said, do you want to go dance?"
"Uh yeah, sure! You didn't get in with a fake ID right? Like I shouldn't be busting you or anything?"
He laughed and took my hand as he lead me to the dance floor and had to shout over the music.
"No! I just turned 18 a few days ago, so this is all perfectly legal!"
Fair enough I thought and started to dance near Zach. I was dancing friendly at the start, like how you would with a friend who was just dancing with you until they found someone they thought was hot to dance with.
Zach definitely was not dancing like that. A few seconds after we hit the dance floor, he moved in towards me, and put his hands on my hips. I watched his body move and could tell he was an amazing dancer, he moved fluidly, perfectly to the beat of the song.
"You've got pretty good moves!"
"You're not so bad yourself!"
He winked at me and after the song ended led me back to the booth.
"That was great, I need a seat though, my legs are killing me after performing today."
I reached under the table and pulled his legs up onto the seat and into my lap, making him sit against the wall.
"What are you doing?"
I just winked and told him to trust me, and started to massage his legs through his jeans. I had taken a short course in massage therapy just after school so I knew exactly how to relax him. His thighs and calves were amazing and muscular, and I made sure to get a good feel of ever inch of his legs as I rubbed them, feeling them relax and unwind under my fingers.
"You are very good at that, I should keep you around just to relax me after performing."
"You know, that wouldn't be a bad idea, I have a lot of spare time after all, I'd love to help you... Relax."
I couldn't believe I was flirting with another eighteen year old, just days after Dave. I knew if Peter saw me he would definitely not approve. But get a few drinks into me and I'm great at making bad decisions.
I slid my hand back up his legs, pressing into the muscles along the way, but this time brushing further up and against his crotch, making it seem like an accident. I felt a sizeable bulge, either already half hard or just very impressive. As my hand came up a second time I brushed against it again, it was definitely half hard, and getting harder.
Zach took my hand and I thought I had gone too far. I almost started to apologise, but he moved my hand and put it right on his bulge, giving it, and his cock, a good squeeze.
I smiled and gave it a gentle tug, feeling it grow in my hand. Zach stood up.
"Follow me, let's go somewhere a bit more private. I assumed he would head for the bathroom, or something, but instead we moved around the edge of the room, blending in against the wall in our all black outfits. At the back of the room were long floor length curtains blocking up the old windows of the building, which used to be a warehouse.
He pulled one of the heavy curtains apart just enough for us to slip past it and we found ourselves standing in a wide corridor, on one side the curtains, and the other side a plain brick wall with windows a few feet above us.
"How did you know this was back here? I thought there was just a wall?"
"A few mates and I used to sneak into the club through here, there used to be a door and they would store deliveries in here, but not any more. They just haven't moved the curtains back yet."
I moved in towards him, and he grabbed my hips and pulled us in tight for a kiss. I could feel his bulge rub against mine and was desperate to get my hands on it. I pushed him against the wall and unbuckled his belt before dropping to my knees and in a quick motion, pulled his pants down.
He was astoundingly big at least 10 inches.
"Fuck Zach! You're fucking hung!"
As I looked up I took a moment to admire his body, muscular and defined, lightly covered in sweat from dancing, and his abs looked amazing through his thin mesh tank top.
If he responded to my comment about his cock I didn't hear it. I was already moving in and taking the tip in my mouth, sucking down as much as I could, still managing to wrap my hand around the base of it. It was throbbing hard, and I could feel him drip pre-cum into my mouth, filling it with the all too familiar salty taste.
I sucked him hard, jerking off what I couldn't manage to get in my mouth. His head rolled back and his moaned loudly, his voice lost under the loud music. I moved my other hand back and rubbed his balls as he took my head in both hands and gently ran his fingers through my hair as I sucked. He spread his legs further and I slipped my hand behind him, through the gap between his thighs and rubbing his ass, feeling the tight muscle in my hands.
I ripped my own clothes off as I sucked, freeing my rock hard cock from the tight fabric of my underwear.
I dipped my finger into his ass and began to rub circles around his hole. He began to thrust gently into my mouth, turned on by the feel of my finger against his hole. I pulled off and turned him around, pushing his chest against the cold wall and pulling his ass away from it, to my face.
I ran my tongue up his thigh, over the right cheek of his ass, up his bare back, and I kissed his neck before moving back down the same way, but as I reached his ass my tongue found a new destination and went in towards his hole.
His masculine scent drove me mad, and I begin to lick harder and deeper, almost fucking him with my tongue, and his hand reached back and drove my face into his ass even deeper.
He pulled me out of his ass eventually and pulled me up to kiss him, with my tongue sliding into his mouth. With his face hungry for more he leant over and pulled a condom out of his wallet, and ripped it open, sliding it onto my cock.
Naturally I assumed with a cock like his he wanted to top, but apparently he had a different plan. I just smiled and turned him back around, rubbing my cock against his ass. I ran my fingers through his long hair and pulled his head back, making him moan as I slid my cock balls deep into his hole.
Zach's hot teen hole was so tight around my cock, I could have cum just from sliding it in. As I began to fuck him he loosened up and began to moan my name.
I fucked harder and harder against the brick wall, and slipped my hand around his body to rub his cock. He moved his hands to his side and spread his ass for me to fuck even deeper. I leaned forward and kissed his back, which by now was covered in small droplets of sweat, sex was always the best workout.
It wasn't long before I felt his hole tighten around my cock, and he swore as a flow of warm cum came out of his cock, dribbling down my hand and splattering the floor liberally, I felt sorry for whoever had to clean up.
"Fuck, sorry... I'm cumming!"
I kept fucking while he came, turning him around as he finished and taking off the condom before he wrapped his hand around my cock and jerked it off. Soon I felt the rush of my cum, flowing out and shooting over his face and chest.
"Fuck Zach, you look so hot like that."
I kissed him, tasting my cum on his lips.
"Sorry I came so fast, you were just too damn good Jake!"
"Thats okay, I almost came from your tight ass straight away. I wouldn't mind doing it again some time soon, you know, to see if we can go longer?"
He kissed me in response, roughly smacking my ass at the same time.
We both turned in shock as we heard the sound of the heavy curtain opening behind us.
TO BE CONTINUED
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