The Queen's Theater 2 By Bald Hairy Man
This is a story about gay men and gay sex. If you do not like that, DO NOT read it! You have been warned. It is intended for adults to read, and is not for minors. It is a fantasy, not a sex manual. No effort to portray safe sex practices has been made. If you have any comments, send them to bldhrymn@yahoo.com or bldhrymn@aol.com
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Between the theater's own plays and the gigs of paying musical groups, Burton and Denny made the theater available for community and educational. One of the most successful of these was an association of High School Theater groups. Some of these were productions put on by the English and Drama Departments, other were extracurricular Drama Clubs. The fee was minimal, covering only janitorial and utility costs.
The Queen's Theater was an impressive and ornate building. When the kids did a production in the theater it seemed as if they had made it to the big time. It was a world away from the school auditorium or cafeteria-auditoriums they used for their productions. While it was good for the students, it may have been more important for the teachers. They had a chance to display their skills, and possibly get some recognition.
The teachers were a mixed bag. Most were hard working and sincere; many were imaginative and clever. There was also a selection of Drama-Queens of the male and female variety. These could be a trial for me. Some seemed to think I was a servant to do their bidding. Others had an inflated view of their skills and ability.
A few students were similarly afflicted. A fifteen year old who thinks he or she is a new Brad Pitt or Madonna, is a sad person. A good teacher or director would keep that sort of a thing under control. It was bad when a Drama-Queen Director has a favorite in the lead role. I have to admit I do not appreciate a fifteen-year-old complaining about the dressing rooms.
Our worst situations was with Wilma De La Rue, a forty-five year old drama teacher. She worked for a large high school in Northern Virginia. She thought New Dublin was a hillbilly town and tended to treat everyone like rubes. She pissed off Burton within an hour of meeting him, and was rude to all. Denny called her an equal opportunity offender.
The Queen's was the site of the finals for an annual drama contest. There were four schools in the running. There was a play every two days. That meant we had to take down the sets of the previous play and install the next play in 48 hours. The first two had gone like clockwork.
The teachers and students all worked to do their bit. Often the school janitors, other faculty members and parents helped out. The expectation was that the pervious production would be out by 12:00 for the next school to set up. Blue Ridge University was a sponsor of the event provided some students to help.
De La Rue arrived at 9:00 in the morning and screamed at the students who were packing up. She had her people unload early and block the loading dock. Denny cleared that up. She did not have enough people to unload the scenery. I took control of that with some casual labor. She went off for dinner and had no one at the theater who knew want to do. That night her assistant, a slim and delicate young man named Hugo arrived.
Hugo looked like a gay lounge lizard. An hour later, I found that he was energetic and knowledgeable. He got a huge amount done before De Le Rue returned after dinner at 11:00 that night. All the other directors had a sandwich on the set. She then said they would have to repaint this or that piece of the scenery and rework the third act. After than announcement she said she was off to her hotel room to "reconceptualize." The school bus was waiting to take the students to the hotel.
Hugo and I were the only people in the theater. Hugo looked at me. "Is there any place to get a drink?"
"How about a beer in my apartment?" I asked.
"Any port in a storm," he replied. We went to my apartment and had a beer.
"Damn, I haven't had Pabst Blue Ribbon beer in years," Hugo said.
"Is that a problem?" I asked.
"Not it all, I've been drinking high-style artisanal beers for years. It's nice to be back to my roots!" he said. "It still hits the spot! Has anyone tried to kill Wilma yet?"
"Not yet. Is that a common problem?" I asked.
"Oh yes. She combines being incredibly officious, demanding and incompetent in an unattractive package," Hugo said. "Her contract is up and has not be renewed. She threatened to sue if she didn't get to direct his performance."
"Why are you here?"
"The assistant director was supposed to be here, but she had a breakdown. I am her friend and the drama man at a school in Maryland. I am here to put out fires." We talked a little longer.
"I left home quickly. Where is the nearest hotel?" he asked.
"The Bed and Breakfast next door is full," I said. "You can bunk here; otherwise it's the Motel 6."
That would be nice," he said. "I need to warn you, I'm gay. People may talk."
I laughed. "I hope I don't offend you, but I'm not gay," I said. "I do like blow jobs though."
"That's a start," Hugo said. "Do you suck too?"
"That depends."
Hugo stripped off his shirt and dropped his pants. "Does this make a difference?" he asked.
"It sure does!" I replied as I did the same. Hugo was not the shy type. He was toned, tanned and moderately hairy. He had a nice cock and low hangers. Hugo went for my cock and I was soon working on his. Ten minutes later I was sucking up his cum. I took the after shots too. His cock became ultra-sensitive during and orgasm. I liked that.
"I have a certain type of man I like, young, smooth and handsome. Every time I forget the rules, the sex is fantastic. Damn you are good!" Hugo said.
"You aren't into older construction workers?"
"I wasn't, but I need to change my approach to sexual partners," Hugo said. "I teach, so I need to be careful."
"Anti-gay policy?" I asked.
"Nope I don't like kids trying to get better grades by fucking with the professor," Hugo said. You can get into deep do-do over that." we talked a little longer and went to bed.
The next day was a zoo. Hugo charged ahead with setting up the scenery and sets. The students worked hard, but Wilma drifted in to the theater, screwed up as much as she could, and then went to a long lunch, and later she went to a four-hour long dinner.
Wilma was all talk. She did not make any changes or alterations; she did nothing but complain. The play went off well, although Wilma had not impressed on the actors the need to know your lines. The real problem came after the performance. Wilma took the crew off to a pizza place and then took them home. They left town. Hugo spent the night with Burton and Denny. When the next school arrived in the morning, the sets of the earlier show were in place. When Burton found out, I think they heard him yelling in Washington. Wilma had gone on vacation, and no one could be reached.
Luckily, the next school had an active parents' support group who pitched in to help. The Drama teacher, Fred Denning was young but sensible. He did not panic. The bus and truck drivers were helpful. They were good old boy rednecks who had kids in the play. Two of the fathers had worked construction. Burton, Denny, Hugo, Pop and I pitched in. By five in the afternoon, we had the stage cleared and we were ready to set up the next production. That is when we started moving in the new sets for the next play.
We stopped working at 11:00. Everyone was tired and that is when people begin to make mistakes and get hurt. Additional parents arrived during the day to help, so Fred and the rednecks gave up their rooms.
Hugo energetic and hardworking, but he also had exceptional gaydar. He bunked with Burton and Denny and he arranged for Fred to join them. The redneck drivers, Buster and Red, stayed with me. Somehow, he had discovered they were playful. They were not attractive men but they good men and hard workers. We had a beer or two and then we shared a shower. Buster was a fireplug of a man, with a matching uncut cock; Red was tall and had a seven-inch, one-eyed snake hanging from his red bush.
I broke the ice by sucking Red. The men were eager to play. I thought we are all tired and sex would be too much. An orgasm is a great sleeping pill. It also proved to be a great pick me up the next morning. They were into man sex, but it was all blowjobs. I was more experienced that they were, but they were also ready to learn. I sucked Red to completion. He fell asleep and then I connected with Buster. We tried the sixty-nine position.
After I peeled his foreskin back from his cock head, I discovered his knob was sensitive and responsive. I suspected he didn't want to suck me, but he felt that he should do something. I found out later that this was his first time having man sex in a bedroom, where there was no chance of having someone catch him at it.
Once he tried my cock, it took him only a few minutes to get into it and enjoy the freedom. At first, he just copied my sucking technique, but he was soon indulging in his own interests. I could tell when he stopped mechanically sucking my cock and got into it. Buster loved to deep throat. He was a short, stocky and clunky looking man, but he was soon an expert sword swallower.
He asked me if I would tell him when I was ready to shoot off. I said I would. When I told him, I was close, he kept on sucking and he took my cream. My ejaculations flipped his switch and he flooded my mouth with his steamy man seed. That was a good indicator that all was well. Buster and I fell asleep.
I woke the next morning when Burton joined us. He sucked Red awake, as I did the same to Buster. We all had a quick breakfast and then got back to work. Hugo had to leave for another engagement. By then Fred had hit stride. The sets were elaborate and handsome. They required a lot of work, but reinforcements came from the school and all was well.
At ten, a Vice-Principal of De La Rue's school arrived with trucks, some of the drama students and the football team. Their sets were gone two hours later. The Vice-Principal, Dr. Morris was deeply apologetic to Fred and to Burton and Denny. He told them the school would withdraw from the competition. Fred Denning asked him not to do that. "The students worked hard to get in the competition and I was unfair to penalize them for a leadership failure," he said.
Morris also contacted the Judges and told them of the incident. They agreed with Denning's request. Morris sent their sets home. He personally apologized to as many people as he could.
By four the sets were in place an there was time for a rehearsal. I was cleaning up with Pop and Juanita. One student tried to get Pop to do some of his work. Fred overheard and had a stern conversation with the student. There was also a problem in one of the restrooms. Juanita had the pleasure of teaching two boys how to mop bathroom floors.
The play was "The Importance of Being Ernest," and Fred had moved the setting from England to Virginia. The school was from the southern part of the valley and some of the accents were strong. The rehearsal went well, and Fred sent everyone to the motel for a good night's sleep. The play had fancy costumes, so the next morning would be spent getting dressed and in makeup. The play was at 2:00 in the afternoon, with a second performance that night.
I was back in my apartment by 9:00. Buster and Red were with me. Burton, Denny and Fred joined us. Burton and Denny gave up their apartment for the night to accommodate the extra guests who had come to help with the play. It was a nice thing to do, but I also was good publicity. They would go the extra mile and word would get around.
I had mentioned that Buster and Red were fun guys. Burton told me that Fred was a real find. I was not surprised when they decided to pool our sexual resources. I had never been in anything more than a threesome and I had no idea what it would be like.
I did not need to worry. Burton and Denny were good in any social or sexual situation. It helped that we had all been working together and we felt good. We were also hot and dirty from the day's work. The shower beckoned. The bath was off my bedroom, Denny and Burton stripped on the way to the shower. Denny wasn't that soft by the time he was naked. He was a leader of men, and his cock was inspirational.
I went to shower and Fred joined me. It was lust at first sight. He was balding, bearded and five-eight inches tall. Fred had a runner's body and a hairy chest. He looked at me and didn't run away. I was relieved.
"Is everyone one here gay?" he asked.
"Everyone except for me," I said. "I'm not gay but I like sex with men." he looked at me oddly and then laughed.
"I'm sort of like that. I like the sex, but I am gay," he said. I dropped to my knees and began sucking him. Fred did not object at all.
"Don't use up all the hot water!" Burton called. We got out of the shower and dried off. Denny and Buster were next. Burton and Red were next. I was alone in the bedroom with Fred.
"Burton and Red want us all to have some sex before bed," he said. "Are you okay with that?"
"I am afraid I am. The more the merrier. Is that a problem for you?" I asked.
"I'm uneasy but excited," Fred replied. "I'm not very experienced."
"I think Burton and Denny have enough experience for all of us," I said. "They will fill in any gaps in your knowledge. I had never sucked a guy before I sucked them. You noticed that is not a problem anymore?"
Fred smiled. "I've never fucked a guy," he said. "I never wanted to do that until last night. I have never been fucked either. I couldn't imagine meeting someone I would want to have in me."
"Has that changed recently?" I asked.
"Sort of," he said. "Last night it seemed possible."
The other four men emerged from the bathroom. All were obviously inspired. It is hard for a naked, horny man to hide his feelings. Even if you wanted to hide them, cocks have their own agenda. A hard cock can be a good recruiting tool too.
Fred may have been uneasy in his mind, but he cock had a plan that did not involve playing hard to get.
I had many good times with Denny and Burton. They were always ready to help a man in need. While they would bet the ball rolling, I always joined in and it was always good. I hadn't realized that their enthusiasm grew as the number of cocks and balls in play increased. With six cocks and twelve balls, they were in top form. They were aggressive; they were encouraging and inspirational. They wanted to please you and soon you wanted to please them.
Of course, they were my bosses, but that never played a role in sex with them. They seemed to know me better than I knew myself. They had a knack for finding out what you wanted and desired. Since we are talking about sex, the results were spectacular.
Fred discovered that he liked to fuck and that he loved to take it in the ass. Red turned out to be a gifted top. He possessed an oversized cock that struck me as a possible instrument of torture when inserted in an ass. He was a lover, not a fucker and he could ease it into your backside and make you want to take the rest of it. When I said he could make you want to take it, I meant he made me want it. I felt total sexual involvement with him. We merged. Red's monster cock completely filled my ass. I could not think or consciously do anything other than react to his tool.
I could feel some of the time. His cock tapered like a tree trunk. The base was thick and it was thinner as it reached his cock head. The head was the size of a plum. When he went deep, it seemed as if there was room for his tree trunk and my prostate. It was begging for relief. Relief came only when he pulled out.
When he pulled out all was well until his knob rubbed my prostate. I went to the moon when his plum rubbed it. Red was a big graceless man, but he felt me react to his plum rubbing my prostate. He would drive me crazy, rubbing it five or ten times. He would take me to the edge of an orgasm, and then push in deeper. I didn't know what edging was, but I discovered that night.
When I was too close, Red pulled out and turned me over to Denny. Denny was big, but not ridiculous. He was relaxing and pleasurable. When I was calmer, Denny pulled out and Red returned. I wasn't sure I could that much more, but good man sex is self-limiting. Red popped. I could fill his man seed filling every inch of my ass. I lost it and made incredible mess as I unloaded. No one complained. Red and Denny licked it up.
Fred discovered the same thing with Buster. He was enjoying Buster's tight hole when Burton decided to play prostate tag in his ass. Fred had Buster bent over and was slow pumping his cock as they kissed. Fred's ass was wide open.
Burton had the remarkable ability to know the difference between an incidentally open ass and a hole that was open in invitation. Fred shivered as Burton made his sneak attack. He tensed up, but relaxed a few seconds later. I assume Burton had rammed his prostate. Burton slow pumped at the same rate as Fred except he pushed into Fred as Fred pulled out of Buster. It was a beautiful sexual ballet.
I fell asleep after Red rear loaded me. I woke up in bed with Fred.
"Are you sore?" I asked.
"No, not yet," he said, "There is room for more cum." He was on his side with his back to me. I eased my cock into him and we had a nice fifteen minutes. I lifted his leg to give me better access and we had an almost perfect cock and prostate communion. Burton noticed us. He sucked Fred's cock as I massaged his ass. Fred began to ejaculate. The spasms pulled my trigger and Burton had breakfast in bed.
We all showered and went to work. Some of the parents brought breakfast, and the morning had an almost party like atmosphere. The performances went off perfectly, and were a success. After watching the first ten minutes of the production, I knew the play had won the completion. The judges were laughing and had a satisfied look on their faces. Fred produced some surprises in the staging that worked well. Burton had told me that the play had been produced a few million times. Anything new was a pleasurable shock.
Fred's parents came to see the play and he spent the night at their suite in a nearby resort hotel. Buster, Red and I went back to my apartment and fell asleep before we could play. We had a nice little breakfast of fresh sperm and then took down the sets.
The school plays did not produce any money, and they were hard work, but they generated incredible amounts of good will. A production or concert in the Queen's Theater became a status symbol and an indicator of success.
Denny and Burton were quickly developing their own production company and a group of good repertory actors. We had a summer theater of musicals and comedies, and a winter season of classics. Burton tried to get some name actors to add zip and help generate publicity. The first of these was Rod Ruthwell, who was best known as Dr. Edwards on a long running prime time soap.
Rod was a trip.