When I was almost 18 years old and freshly graduated from high school, I auditioned for and was selected to participate in a summer theatre program at a college about 100 miles from home. It was the first time I had spent much time away from my family, and I was excited and sort of scared by the prospect of spending the whole summer with a large group of young people I had never met before. The training program served a group of nearly 95 student actors, designers and technicians, ages 16 to 22, supervised by an adult staff of nearly 15 instructors -- directors, tech directors, designers, etc. About a month before the program began, I got a notice in the mail telling me that I was assigned to a 2-bedroom apartment across the street from the college which I would be sharing with 3 room mates. I didn't meet my roomies until the first day of the program. After my parents had dropped me off and left to return home, I was the first to arrive at the apartment so I settled in and waited to meet my new room mates. About a half hour after I got there, the first guy arrived with his bags and stacks of books and scripts. His name was Aaron, an arrogant jewish kid, also 18 years old.
Aaron was the classic nerd, but with a difference. He was sort of belligerent and though he was pretty easy-going if he got his own way, he was conceited and annoying. He was about 5'9", scrawny and weak-looking. He wore wire frame glasses, and had short brown hair that stuck up in a spikey bush. I immediately didn't like him. After we introduced ourselves and talked for a bit, I was relieved when Aaron walked into the second bedroom to claim it as his, even though he would still have to share it with one of the two remaining guys. Next to arrive was Preston, 17 years old, who bounded into the apartment with lots of energy, an easy smile and a friendly, outgoing personality. He had lots of wavy brown hair, big blue eyes and a stocky build -- not fat, just big and fairly muscular. We hit it off right away, so we decided that he would share my bedroom. About an hour later, the last of our room mates arrived. His name was Brian and he was the oldest of our group. A college student from San Francisco, Brian had just turned 21 the week before the summer program began. He had curly blond hair and a bad complexion. He was thin but well-muscled and had a quiet, watchful, fairly serious personality.
Me and Preston were thrilled that somebody his age would be rooming with us because it meant that Brian would be able to buy alcohol legally. This happened back in the early 70's and the rooming situation that was acceptable back then would never be allowed to happen today. While we were all expected to abide by the no-drugs-or-alcohol contract we had all signed, it was common knowledge among the staff that lots of partying would be going on. Sort of a don't ask, don't tell situation. Anyway, Brian had to room with Aaron. To the best of my knowledge, Aaron didn't engage in any sexplay of any kind during the whole summer program. Preston did, and so did Brian. And I certainly did, too. The program was intense and exhausting. Four mainstage productions and 2 side- project productions were being presented in repertory for 6 weeks after 5 weeks of rehearsal and preparation. Each student actor was guaranteed to be cast in at least 2 shows, more if you were good enough. I had been cast in 4 of them. Every participant had their first rehearsal from 9 a.m. until noon. From noon 'til 1 p.m. we got a lunch break, then the next rehearsal period went from 1 p.m. to 4 p.m. We all broke for dinner until 6 p.m., then back to evening rehearsal from 6 p.m. until 9 p.m. Those who were needed for late rehearsal got a half-hour break from 9-9:30, then would rehearse from 9:30 - midnight.
By that time, everyone was thoroughly tired and we would all stumble back to our apartments to crash until the next morning. By the end of the first 2 weeks, patterns and groupings had been established. The students were roughly self-divided into 2 groups: the acting students -- or "the talent," and the student technicians, designers and directors -- or "the techies." Preston and I were "talent" and Aaron and Brian were "techies." Aaron was a student director and Brian was a student lighting designer. The scene shop was run by a young staff member named Mitch. He was about 25 years old, and like many college theatre technicians, he didn't think much of actors. He was a sexy young dude, but he was gruff and sometimes downright mean to the "talent." One night after we were all back in our apartments, Preston and I laid in our beds and talked a bit about how things were going. He seemed sort of preoccupied about something, so I asked him if everything was going OK for him. He didn't say anything at first. Then he told me that earlier that afternoon while he had been helping out in the shop, Mitch had come up behind him and grabbed his ass and whispered to him that he wanted to fuck it. Preston was one of the few actors that Mitch seemed to get along with and Preston thought he was a cool guy.
Now, Preston told me, he didn't know what to think. I asked him if he was freaked out by what Mitch had said, and Preston replied that he had never done anything with a dude before but if he were going to, it would be with a guy like Mitch. I didn't say anything for a second, trying to figure out what this all meant. Then Preston said he'd have to think about it, and that I had to promise not to tell anybody what he had told me. I promised and then he rolled over in his bed and went to sleep. The next day I watched him and Mitch closely whenever I saw them together in the scene shop. They were still laughing and goofing off whenever they could, so I guessed that whatever Preston had decided wasn't going to change their friendship. Cool! But I kept my eye on them, curious to see what might develop. Now, the week before, during our dinner break, I had come home from rehearsal tired and hungry. It wasn't unusual for only one or two of the guys to be there for dinner. Frequently, kids from other apartments would get together and share dinner in one apartment or another. On this particular evening only Brian was home. Preston had told me earlier that he would be having dinner with the girl he was currently having sex with, and I passed Aaron on his way out as I was arriving. When I walked in the TV was on and Brian and Aaron's bedroom door was open a crack.
Their door opened on to the living room, while my bedroom was just off the living room down a very short hallway, next to the bathroom. I got myself something to eat and called out to Brian to ask him if he had already eaten. He didn't answer, so I assumed he was taking a nap before the next work session. I flopped into one of the armchairs in the living room and was eating my dinner when I thought I heard a voice come from Brian's bedroom. What I heard wasn't words exactly, just some sort of low, whispered mumbling and groaning. I stopped chewing so I could hear better and soon recognized the unmistakable sounds of a guy jacking off. It was too risky to get up and walk over to the bedroom door cuz the floorboards creaked and it would be a dead giveaway that I was spying on Brian while he beat off. I didn't know how he'd react so I didn't risk it. When he finally came out of the bedroom, he was fully dressed and ready to go back to rehearsals. We just looked at each other and I smiled at him and he sort of blushed, smiled back, told me to have a good rehearsal, and then he left. I was now alone, so I locked our front door and then went into Brian and Aaron's bedroom. I looked around for a cum rag or other signs of masturbation but I didn't find anything at all. Brian was a thorough cleaner, apparently, but the smell of fresh cum and naked, sweating flesh was definitely in the air. Two nights later, the same scenario presented itself when I came in for dinner.
But this time, the door was opened up a little farther and I could just see the corner of Brian's bed from my armchair. His bare, hairy legs and his feet could be plainly seen, and he was making those noises again. I got up to change the channel on the TV, so I knew that he could hear me moving around just outside his bedroom door. I was hard by now, and my nasty imagination was running full speed. I saw his legs and feet turn over and knew that he was now face down on his bed. I peeked into his room as I went back to my chair. Brian was naked, face down on his bed, fucking his pillow hard as he raised himself up on his extended arms. His body was beautiful, rippling with strong, wiry muscles. His ass was covered with a fine dusting of golden hair, just like his legs. I only looked in for a moment, but that was enough to keep me hard for the rest of the night. I was washing up at the kitchen sink when Brian came out of the bedroom, shirtless. He looked at me sort of warily as he went to the 'fridge to get a Coke. As he pulled his t-shirt back on, I said "Have a good one?"
He looked at me for a second before he smiled and then he said, "Oops. Guess I got caught, huh?"
I laughed and said not to worry about it. Then we left for rehearsal. Over the next week, Brian and I had some cool conversations during the dinner break. Preston and Aaron were home less and less now. Brian told me about his life back in the Bay Area. He was engaged to a girl in SF. We had similar tastes in music and films, so we talked a lot about movies and music. Brian also confided in me that he didn't like Aaron either. I guess Aaron could be a real pain in the ass, and he had made it clear to Brian that he considered the bedroom more as his own than as a shared space. We laughed a lot about Aaron. Preston and Brian and I all got along great, but Aaron never did really integrate very well into our household. A few evenings later when I came home for dinner, Brian was sprawled on the living room couch watching TV, shirtless and with his pants unzipped.
He said hello and asked me if I minded if he stayed the way he was while I ate dinner. I shrugged and said it was ok, and sat down to eat. We watched TV in silence for a bit, and then Brian absently started to rub his cock through his jeans. I was glued to watching him, and he caught me staring at him. I laughed and he did too. But that was all we said. We still had about a half hour before we had to go back to work, so I casually started rubbing my hard dick through my jeans too. I sighed loud and long to make sure I got his attention.
He glanced over at me and when he saw what I was doing, he laughed some more and said, "Good! Now I won't feel weird about taking care of business."
Then he pushed his pants down past his hips and I saw his cock, hard and glistening with precum. It was a nice looking dick, cut and about my size (7.5") with a full ball sack and thick golden pubes surrounding his cock. He threw his free arm up over his head and I saw that his pit was filled with a dense forest of moist golden hair. While Brian's facial complexion was bad, the rest of his body was pale and perfect. I was feeling bold, so I told him he looked sexy jerking off. He was breathing sort of heavily now, and he just chuckled when I said that. But I also noticed that he started jacking harder and more theatrically after I told him he looked hot. When he was ready to shoot, he raised his ass up off the couch and leaned his head forward to watch himself unload. Three wiry ropes of fresh jizz arced out of his red dick and splattered on his chest and on the couch. After he was through he just laid there for a few minutes, absently stroking his softening cock and running his fingers lightly through his cum. Then he got up, shuffled into his bedroom with his pants still bunched up around his knees and came back out with an old t-shirt that he was wiping his dripping dick with. He moved to the cum splatters on the couch and wiped them up, then he turned to me and asked me if I wanted to clean up with the shirt when I was done.
"Yeah, sure," I said as I stroked and pounded away at my throbbing dick. He tossed it to me, and it landed in my lap, covering my 2 fistfuls of cock.
We laughed, and Brian came over and sat on the arm of my chair and asked me if I was close. No sooner had he gotten the words out than I blasted off. I threw my head back and rasped out "Oh fuck yeah!", and pumped out a few jets of my nut juice. Brian coaxed me on as I was shooting and it made my orgasm all the stronger, having this straight guy telling me to shoot a nice load. When I was finished, Brian picked up the cummy t-shirt he had tossed at me and wiped up my fresh sperm with it. I watched his hand as he did it and when he had got it all mopped up, he pushed the t-shirt towards my face, laughing.
He said, "Taste it, Dan. Go on, taste it. You ever tasted your cum?"
Little did he know that I had been lapping my own cum up since I was about 13 years old, but now I pretended that it was something new for me, and I gave a great performance as a kid who had never tasted cum before.
He licked some cum off the shirt and then said again, "Go on, try it."
I opened my mouth and stuck out my tongue and he held the t-shirt out for me to lick. I scooped up a big glob of cum -- his or mine, I didn't know -- on my tongue and swallowed it.
I smacked my lips and said in a cheesy TV commercial voice, "Good to the last drop!"
He laughed and got up, getting ready to head back to rehearsal. I was in a state of shock and bliss, so I just lay there, sprawled out in the armchair, arms and legs askew in that classic teenage boy post-orgasm tangle of limbs that all guys remember so well. I got up and a final drop of my fresh nut dangled from my raw and red cockhead. He looked at it and then at me and we both started laughing again. Brian said, "Dude, you should go rub that shit on Aaron's pillow!" I didn't, but it gave me an idea that I told Brian about the next time we were alone, just a day or so later. Aaron had been being a real dick to the rest of us, and had told us that he was inviting a girl he liked from the program over for dinner in a few nights, one of very rare nights off for the whole company. He wanted us to clean up the apartment and not do anything to embarrass him in front of her.
Of course, saying that sealed his doom, but only in a private way that he never knew about. The morning of Aaron's big date dawned, and the whole apartment complex was buzzing with activity. A night off meant major partying for everyone, and Aaron had gotten up early to start making dinner. He wasn't much of a cook -- none of us were -- but the smell of the spaghetti sauce he was making was good! Preston was now sleeping pretty regularly over at his current girlfriend's apartment so it was just me, Brian, and Aaron at home. Aaron finished up what he was doing and told me that he had to go to the store to get some basil. Brian was still asleep when Aaron left, but not for long. This was our chance and I was gonna make sure that we didn't squander it. I knocked on Brian's bedroom door and told him to hurry up and get his ass out of bed. A few moments later he stumbled out of his room, blond curls on his head matted and his eyes still heavy with sleep. All he had on were his tighty whitey briefs.
He followed me into the kitchen and we both whipped out our cocks and started jerking off hurriedly. Brian had never offered to jack me off or suck my dick, but I figured that since he was still half-asleep he wouldn't fight much if I reached over and jacked him off some. And he didn't. He was a little surprised at first, but then he just leaned against the stove and let me wrap my fist around his swollen shaft and slide it up and down. He was liking it and told me when to increase or decrease my stroking. This was making me want to cum, but I wanted us to shoot as close together as possible. We both got there pretty fast, wanting to nut as fast as could since Aaron was gonna be back any time. When we were both ready to blow, Brian took the spaghetti sauce pot off the stove and put it on the floor. We knelt down on the floor over the pot and kept jacking. I put my free hand on Brian's hairy ass and stroked it a little, and this got him pumping faster. When we shot, it was with perfect precision and our massive morning cum loads flew up out of our engorged cocks and into the pot of sauce below. It formed a creamy white pool on the surface of the simmering red sauce and a few pearly strands clung to the sides of the white pot. I wiped them away with my fingers and then stroked his cock with my cum-lubed hand. He batted my hand away after a pretty long moment.
In just a little time our jizz pool had turned pink and then disappeared as it blended in with the rest of the sauce. He shook the last drop off his purple-headed dick and then got up. We were both laughing so hard that we were almost crying.
I looked at him and said, "I don't know about you, but I'm NOT having spaghetti for dinner."
He just laughed some more and when we had everything back the way it was he said he couldn't wait to taste the sauce. I thought he was joking until he got a spoon out and fed himself a mouthful of cum-laced spaghetti sauce. I just stared at him, and he looked at me and laughed again.
"Dude, it's OURS, first of all. And second, it's just protein. It's good for you!"
I immediately got a boner again watching this guy eagerly eat up some of our special sauce. He scooped up another spoonful and held it out for me. I walked over to him and let him feed it to me. It didn't taste like cum at all, in fact it was damn good spaghetti sauce. I was kind of disappointed, I guess. He was watching my expressions closely.
Almost as if he had read my mind, he said, "Yeah, too bad you can't taste our cum. It's better fresh and undiluted, isn't it?"
I agreed and then went to take a shower. I was still horny as hell, thinking about this engaged straight dude who loved to eat cum. Interesting. Anyway, it was our little joke on Aaron and we both thoroughly enjoyed watching him eat his spaghetti covered with our "special sauce", as Brian and I referred to cum from then on. But back to Preston and Mitch. That night it seemed like every apartment was filled with a room full of drunk kids, laughing, screaming, running up and down the halls, etc. By 3 a.m., most everyone had gone to bed drunk or stoned and a few were tripping on acid. Even though the staff knew about the partying, they still expected you to be prompt for rehearsals and able to give it your all. We really were learning discipline, but youth is youth, and if an opportunity came up for a little fun it needed to be met. I had been in bed for about an hour and was sleeping soundly when something woke me up.
I heard Preston open our bedroom door and whisper to someone to keep it quiet. I expected to hear a girl's voice in response. Several times I had been woken up by Preston, asking me if I would sleep on the couch in the living room so he could fuck whatever girl he had brought home that night. Usually I would grudgingly agree, but sometimes I would pretend to be deeply asleep and he would give up, and I would fall back to sleep for real to the sound of his bedsprings squeaking. But the voice I heard whisper back to him was a guy's voice, it was Mitch. He tried to wake me up, but this night I for damn sure wasn't gonna end up on the couch. When he realized that I was "passed out" he and Mitch got undressed and got into bed. They weren't saying anything, and I was turned towards them so I could peek out from under my eyelids at the action. The room was very dark except for a bit of streetlight coming in through the windows above our beds. I could make out little more than silhouettes and a few details. I could see that they were both jerking off and not touching each other.
After a few minutes of this, I saw Mitch tap Preston on the arm and motion for him to move. Preston got up on his hands and knees and Mitch got behind him, fumbling with something and then rubbing his hard cock and Preston's asshole with his fingers. I knew it was lube. Oh yeah, doggy style! It took awhile, and Mitch had to cover Preston's mouth with his big hand to keep him from yelling out, but he finally got his hard cock shoved up Preston's ass. They stayed still for a few minutes and then Mitch started bucking his hips into Preston's ass, slowly at first but gaining momentum as Preston relaxed into it. Preston was gasping and every once in a while he'd shake his head hard like he was in the grip of some sort of ecstasy. Once he groaned at full volume and I saw Mitch press Preston's face into the pillow. Preston was almost screaming into his pillow which muffled everything, and then he'd come up for air, gasping and whining like a dog in heat. They were both starting to get louder, whispering and grunting. Mitch kept calling him a bitch, which I thought was funny but sexy, and Preston kept saying, "Yeah, yeah...give it to me..."
Finally, Mitch tensed up and then jerked about 5 times. I could tell he was shooting his load deep in Preston's guts. Preston moaned loud and I guess that's when he shot, too. When they were done, Mitch and Preston whispered together for a bit and then Mitch got dressed and left. Preston fell asleep fast and snored away. I jacked off to the stink of male-on-male sex that hung heavily in the air and shot a huge wad of sperm onto my face. I wiped it up with my finger and sucked it off like a baby sucks a bottle. In the morning, Preston groaned as he got out of bed, hung over and clearly having some trouble with his throbbing asshole. I never did let on that I knew what he'd done with Mitch, but I looked at him in a whole new light from that time on.