"Warped Valentine"
Brian Lathers had just hung up the phone as Aaron walked into his office.
Brian is the drama coach and musical director at the Sherman Gay Center, in Atlanta, Georgia. He sat there quietly never seeing Aaron standing only a few feet away.
"Sir," said Aaron quietly as was his manner of speaking. He felt however, like saying, drop your pants, you hot queer fucker. Brian was hot and quite the looker.
"Sit down, Aaron," said Brian. I have some good news and some lousy news. What would you like to hear first?"
"I can handle, Lousy, lay it on me."
"Unfortunately," there will be no play this year for Valentine's Day. The good news is, we have no fuckin good news.
"How come?" asked Aaron.
"How come what? You mean the play being cancelled?"
"Of course."
"I want script changes however, I have no time to do. My real drawback is the drama committee.
"Why?" asked Aaron "What the fuck do they know about anything?"
They want a gay character, for a gay Valentine play; but where can I find somebody gay at this late date? Nobody wants to tackle playing a gay slut."
"I'll do it," said Aaron
"Aaron, you are not an actor."
"True, but I am gay, so I know how to do it. You should see the performance I give on my knees, or laying over the back of a truck getting fucked," he blurted out almost bragging.
"You will have to audition and do the sexual part?"
"I'll do it – I'll do it," said Aaron. "Who is going to fuck me?"
"You are not getting fucked, dumb ass, this is a love story. Valentine's Day not Whore Day afternoon."
"Very funny, I knew that, I was just getting into character."
"Maybe, just maybe, the sex scene should be mild but gay. Let me see what I can do," explained Brian looking at Aaron in a way he never noticed before.
Aaron was young, medium height with a good-looking body and attractive to draw attention to himself. However, could he act? That was the question? There was no doubt he could suck cock, and perhaps that would be enough for at least a few curtain calls.
Brian wrote the play with input from his drama class. Although some parts could stand a little help, it was not the worst in the world, but arousing with fifty shades of "fucked up" comedy.
Aaron briskly walked down the long corridor on the way to performing arts. Acting gay was certainly not difficult for him to do. "This should be a breeze," he thought.
"Wait up," yelled Charlie, who was friendly with screwed up ideas. He was a former coworker, a frigging stud, and man about town. "Where the fuck are you going in such a rush? Is that too much to ask?"
"Lathers, is holding auditions for the Valentine play. He needs a gay Character, Did you ever, hear of such crap? I am going to read for the part," said Aaron.
"Of course you are, you should fit right in," said Charlie obviously making fun of Aaron being a gay cruising stud.
"Anybody can try out jackass, you don't have to have talent, providing you understand English," He continued giving Charlie a tiny dig.
"I will go with you, who knows? I can act like a faggot. What's so hard about that?"
"Nah it's about a gay person. Not a faggot who just fucks for a living,"
"Same thing," replied Charlie.
"Oh brother, that takes some doing, but you won't get that part," said Aaron.
"I am too straight looking, huh?" mumbled Charlie.
"That's right. You make me want to jump right out of my flip-flops - Just shut up – come on, if you're coming."
"I know how fruity dudes love their flip flops."
"Not nice Aaron – not nice, responded Charlie, shaking his finger like scolding a little boy.
"You're right; I should be more sensitive to someone who is a little vacant intellectually. We can just go fuck and forget about this Valentine Play. Would you like that better?"
"Take it easy, you'll live longer," replied Charlie ending the silly bickering.
Brian Lathers was mistaken thinking nobody would play a gay slut. It was just the opposite...
There were surprisingly five people reading for the part. Even senior men wanted to play the part.
Several were better looking and better actors than Aaron – who knew"
Everyone handed a script and one by one, each person read struggling to be convincing.
Aaron was the last to read and feeling mildly depressed. This would be tough because it was the sex scene. Yikes and in front of all these people.
ACTION"
"Oh buddy, you are nice, damn, you're a hot kid. You are getting excited, Tony (a member of the cast) mumbled, rubbing Aaron's crotch.
"I know, because you are playing with me."
"Do you like me playing with you?"
"I don't care."
"Is that dick for me?" he asked.
"I suppose so. I don't have much experience, but I like my junk played with. My dick will get sticky," read Aaron sticking to the script.
"Then I should play with it. How about squirting off for me?"
"I could use some help," Aaron replied nervously, "How do you want me to do that?"
"This way - Tony answered – "I'll do it." He pulled Aaron's cock out of his underwear and sucked it into his mouth."
Aaron was so excited that it didn't take long to send a load of sticky up the tube and blast off, hitting Tony on the lips.
"That was good," shouted Brian Lathers.
Everybody looked at one another feeling the depth that came pouring out of such a performance. It was evident that Brian Lathers had found his "lead character" although there was no decision on that yet.
"Okay folks that is it for today. The results will be posted outside my office on the bulletin board tomorrow." Brian announced.
Cast members can pick up a copy of the play in my office. Rehearsals begin on Wed at 9:00 am.
Aaron went outside and sat on the stone steps of the gay community center. He wanted to inhale some passing moments, in order to collect his thoughts about the audition.
The play written by Brian Lathers, was junky. The word `amateur' came to mind the more Aaron thought about it. Brian knew it was crap, but did it knowing it was for a wild gay audience.
"So what do you think?" said Charlie sitting down beside Aaron on the wide stone steps. "That was easy."
"Good –good, yeah it was okay." Mumbled Aaron almost choking on words he didn't believe.
"You are so full of shit. You did not like doing that audition."
"People are complicated, and who cares? I think the audience will get a laugh out of it. They can't bitch too much, the damn thing is free."
"A-huh, simple for sure," mumbled Charlie, pulling his underwear from the crack of his ass hoping nobody, noticed what he just did.
"Aaron, a little stunted on thinking, wondered if his underwear had skid marks. A dumb thing to wonder about, but Aaron liked to wonder about issues that were not relevant. Charlie was a sexy bastard.
"All that gay shit was awkward and goofy," said Aaron, "After all, sex was in the script."
Oh, what a tangle web we weave, using Valentine's Day in such a warped way. Everyone has a story to tell." Charlie reminded him, it's just acting.
End