Date: Thu, 24 Sep 2015 13:05:03 -0400
From: bldhrymn@aol.com
Subject: The Queen's Theater

The Queen's Theater
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
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New Dublin Virginia is a small city on the edge of the Blue Ridge
Mountains. Established in 1745; the main streets were King, Queen and
Prince Streets. As the settlement grew, Queen Street became the major
commercial street of the town. After the American Revolution, there was an
effort to rename the streets, Constitution, Liberty and Declaration
Streets, but the new names never caught on and King and Queen Streets
reverted to the older names.

The town grew and was the site of the Blue Ridge Academy, but it was mostly
a market town for the local farmers. The Academy turned into a College and
then a University. Its proximity to Washington and its suburbs encouraged
substantial growth.

In the 1970s, the abandoned Queen's Theater sat in the older part of Queen
Street. Inspired by fashionable areas such as Georgetown and Alexandria,
the old part of Queen Street began to revive as small shops and
restaurants.

Two young actors, Denny Jones and Burton Highland bought the theater in
1974 for $50,000.00 and began to restore it. They developed a successful
repertory and summer theater. The Queen became a popular venue for
traveling shows and musical performances.

Denny bought the buildings next door and used it as restaurant with a Bed
and Breakfast upstairs. It housed tourists as well as performers.  They
later acquired a warehouse to the rear, which served as an informal
performance place. Denny and Burton had a rare combination of skills.  They
were artistically imaginative and skilled, but they were also good about
budgeting and running a big organization. They always paid their bills and
staff. That is a rarity in small theater operations.

Denny was handsome, tall and thin. He could play the hero or the
good-looking romantic lead. Burton was beefier and could play Falstaff or a
farmer. He was not handsome, but he was attractive.  He could be the nice
guy or the villain in plays. His versatility was impressive.

Everyone knew Denny and Burton were gay, but they were also public
spirited, involved and active in civic affairs.  They were not in your face
sort of men, and they had good relations with men and women.

Not many people knew that one of the reasons for their success was their
sexual versatility and generosity. Both men liked sex, were skilled sexual
performers and were usually willing to help a friend in need. Being horny,
imaginative and willing attracted many men. With their own restaurant and
bed and breakfast, they were discrete and very private.

If sex were an Olympic sport, Denny and Burton would win awards for stamina
and in anything listed as a free style event. They were good at individual
events, pairs and in relays. They were always cheerful, accommodating and
happy. They enjoyed it all, as did their playmates.

I am Hal Brooks and I walked into the Theater just after they bought the
building and asked for a job. I am a carpenter and had been laid off my job
during a recession. Denny hired me for a week and I stayed for the next
twenty-five years. I worked on renovations, set construction and everyday
maintenance. I sometimes played bit parts.  Burton said I had a gift for
playing deaf mutes.

Hal had no idea if I had any skills as carpenter, but he did like man meat.
I'm six feet three and have a well-worn place on my jeans showing off my
equipment. It was not the wear mark itself that Hal liked; it was the worn
spot showing off my knob that attracted him.  He was into big cock heads.

Back then, I wasn't gay. I did love blowjobs especially when the guy ate my
spooge.  It was a month after I started working there when Denny asked if
the wear mark was accidental or if I was advertising my wares. I told him
that I liked blowjobs and cum eaters. He told me this was my lucky day.

It was my lucky day too, as it turned out. No one as skilled as Denny had
ever worked me over.  This was nothing like a quick meeting in the woods
behind a rest stop. I had been whistling Dixie. Denny played the 1812
Overture on my cock. What I had thought was an orgasm, was more like a
sparkler compared to the fireworks I experienced with Denny.

I was afraid I would choke him I shot off so much. I did not know Denny
well then. Now I know there is no way he would ever have a problem
swallowing cum. Afterward he asked me if I would mind if he told Burton
about me. "He's a first rate cock sucker, not an amateur like me," Denny
explained.

"If he's half as good as you were, I wouldn't mind at all," I said. After
work, I went home with them to their apartment. I showered with them and
Burton took charge of my cock. Denny was good looking, movie-star-like good
looking. Burton was average, sort of the typical man next-door guy. He was
beefy and covered in coat of curly red hair.

He made love to my cock. He took his time and let things build up. For the
first time my cock felt love. Those loving feelings spread to the rest of
me. Somehow, I knew the only way I could reciprocate was to feed him every
drop of sperm in my balls. I wanted to feed him, but he managed to keep me
just short of shooting off. I was a shivering, quivering wreck by the time
I popped. I never felt that good in my life.

We had dinner and talked. I told them I was not gay.  They didn't snicker
at me.

"I assume you have guessed that we are gay?" Burton asked. I nodded. "Well
if you don't mind being blown by a gay guy, we don't mind sucking off a
straight man.  Does that make sense to you?"

"It sure does," I replied. I paused. "I really liked what you did to me. I
didn't know sex could be that good. If there is other gay stuff that feels
that good, I wouldn't mind trying it."

"Does it bother you that you are a straight man who likes gay sex?" Denny
asked.

"Maybe a little, but if it feels as good as your blow jobs, I can handle
it," I said.  Both men laughed. We got along well. It helped that I tend to
be horny 24/7.

I am also a good carpenter, jack-of-all-trades. My Uncle taught me how to
frame and trim houses. The Queen's Theater was not much like a house; it
was a small, 700-seat movie palace built in 1926. It was unusually
elaborate for a small city like New Dublin. The Academy was for girls and
then became a Teachers' College. The theater developer's daughter went to
school there, so he built a deluxe theater.

The Queen's Theater had been empty for years, but the owner had maintained
the roof and provided a little heat. A cousin of the owner lived in an
apartment over the lobby. He fixed minor damage. Also had a cat who took
care of mice and rats. Denny and Burton were fixing up the apartment to
live in

Burton had books on how to repair plaster. I can do anything with my
hands. He told me what to do and I did it. Denny and Burton knew a lot
about scene painting, and once I fixed it, their painting skills made it
look wonderful. After a year of work, they put on the first event. The
Queen's Theater dazzled the opening night crowd. Few had been in the
building in the last twenty years and no one remembered it from its glory
days. The first play was the Merry Wives of Windsor.

Denny was a good director. It was wild, colorful, and full of music and a
bit risqué. All of the Bard's dirty jokes were exploited, but Denny
could be risqué and do it in good taste. The public loved it and it even
got a good review in the Washington Post.

A few weeks later, I was shocked when I saw Toby Night Hawk visiting the
theater.  He was an up and coming country star. Burton and Denny gave him
the tour and then they went to the apartment. The tour was a success and
Toby booked the place for three days. He was an old time type singer who
sang solo with only his guitar. The theater had 700 seats, but two
balconies, in what Denny called opera house seating. It was cozy. It had
great acoustics and Toby did not need amplification.

The concerts were a sensation. Most concerts were in huge auditoriums with
massive speaker arrays. The Queen's Theater was intimate and personal. My
bosses realized they could charge top dollar for that sort of
experience. Toby liked that too.

The afternoon before the final concert, Burton asked if I would like to
join them and Toby afterwards. "We are going to have some naked fun," he
whispered to me. "You mentioned you might like to try a little more gay
stuff once. Toby likes to suck big ones and he loves man spunk. I told him
you provide the mother-load of spunk. He likes to 69 too. Could you handle
that?  By the way, this is not part of your job description.  It is purely
extracurricular."

I thought a little. "I probably could," I said and thought a little
more. "What if he shoots off?"

"He lets you know when he is close," Burton said. "The only problem is if
he pops when you are shooting in him. "He tends to shoot after your second
or third volley. He can't warn you, since his mouth his full."

"What does it taste like?" I asked.

"It's not as good as yours, but it is all Toby Night Hawk's baby making
juice," Burton said. "That was a turn on for me." I told him I would join
them if I could get the theater closed up soon enough.

I figured it would be different. Burton and Denny were the only men I had
been naked with in a sexual situation. Toby was a star.  He was not a big
star yet, but I suspected he would become one.

I was walking by his dressing room that afternoon and he spoke to me. "Hal,
Denny told me we might get together later tonight," he said. "I'm glad you
can make it." He offered me a Coke and we went into his dressing room.

"Would it sound odd if I told you that I am sometimes surprised at the
things I like?" Toby said. "Completely unexpected things."

"I've noticed a few things that have surprised me about myself," I
said. "I've learned a few things from Burton and Denny."  Toby smiled.

"Did you learn from them, or did they find something in you?" he asked.

"That's hard to say," I replied. "I know they got a lot out of me, more
than anyone else has!"

Toby laughed. "Would the phrase, "Taking to something like a duck takes to
water," apply to you?"

"I am afraid it does."

"Me too," Toby said. "I was hoping to get more out of you than Denny and
Burton. I hope that doesn't offend you."

I smiled. "I like a man who set goals for himself," I said and leaned close
to him. "I haven't jacked off in four days. It might be messy."

"Oh baby," he muttered as I left.

That night's concert was sold out and the audience was
enthusiastic. Everyone was happy. I made it to the apartment by
11:15. Denny let me in. He was naked and his cock was drooling. "Burton and
I have shot off, but Toby is still fully loaded," he whispered.

We went to the bedroom. "I'm sorry to be late. Would you mind if I took a
shower?" I asked.

"Could I join you? I'm feeling hot and sweaty," Toby asked. I smiled and
stripped as we went to the shower. The bath connected the two master
bedrooms. Denny and Burton had different sleeping habits, so they did not
sleep together unless they slept after the climaxes.

I didn't get to see Toby's body until later. Once I rinsed myself off, my
cock was in his mouth and I could only see the top of his head. We soon
dried off and went to the bedroom. I got on the bed and he returned to my
cock.  By then his cock was in my face and there was no way to avoid
it. From that position, he could deep throat my cock and that felt
incredibly good. I opened my mouth and wrapped my lips around his cock
head.

It was fine. His cock was average sized, very hard and oozing some. I had
tasted my own precum a few times and his tasted the same. He was easy to
suck and to deep throat. Toby reacted to each movement. He twitched some
and drooled more. When he drooled, I repeated the same motion a few more
times. I had no problem sucking him at all.

I sort of liked his precum and I did more to coax it from his balls. I was
having a good time when I really got into it. I became more excited as he
reacted. While I focused on his cock and the stuff oozing from the slit,
Toby made a sneak attack on my dong. I suddenly realized I was gone and
Toby would be eating my cum in a second or two. I remembered that Burton
told me that Toby might shoot after my second or third ejaculation. I was
ready to pull away.

I didn't. I took Toby's load and did not waste a drop. He shot a lot, but I
shot more. We were both happy. After the ejaculations stopped, we continued
to suck until we were both soft.  I spent the night with them.  The four of
us traded partners until we were all drained.  Toby had to move on to
another gig, but he was already planning a return visit.

I was cleaning up the theater a few days later, when Douglas Whitson
dropped by the see the bosses. He was morning show-weather man on the local
TV station. He wanted to use the theater in a promotional ad for the
station. He went up to the apartment.

About fifteen minutes later Denny came down to see me. "Is there any chance
you would like to fuck a guy?" he asked. He explained that working men
excited Douglas and he liked the way I looked.

"I've never fucked a guy, but I am willing to try," I replied.

Douglass was fixture around town. He was short, stocky bundle of energy.
He was always energetic and on he go. We went upstairs to the apartment. As
we walked in, Douglas was on his knees sucking Burton.

"Douglas, Hal is willing to help you out, but he's new to the scene. Burton
and I might need to give him some lessons!" Denny said. "Is that okay with
you?"

"It sure is. Let's get naked," he said. I was used to him saying things
like, A cold front form the west will bring rain this evening." Let's get
naked was a shock.

Naked he was also a surprise. He was always in a well-pressed suit, white
shirt and a colorful tie. The tie was often promoting a local event. Every
hair was in place. He shaved his neck to one inch below his collar
line. Below that line, he was a gorilla, a red-haired gorilla. I has
assumed he was fat; he obviously lifted weights.

"Denny and I introduced Douglass to his ass," Burton said. "He didn't know
it had sexual potential. He also thought his hole was too small to take a
cock. That was not true as it turned out. Douglas, would you get on the bed
and show Hal your ass?" Douglas did what Burton asked.

"Douglas likes to please people, and after some conversation he let me give
him a little poke," Burton continued. Denny was on the bed now holding
Douglas's legs up and spread.  The hole looked miniscule. Burton lubricated
his cock and shoved it in. He was lightning fast. Douglas moaned and then
began to wiggle and rotate his ass.

"Douglas is a bit of a bucking bronco. He is also really tight," Denny
explained. "He isn't really being fucked, it is more like he is
masturbating Burton with his ass."

"I'm afraid I might hurt him," I said.

"Keep your hand stroking his cock as you fuck him," Denny said. "If it
hurts, he will lose his erection." After a short while, Denny replaced
Burton in Douglas's ass. I had never seen anyone fuck a man before, but I
knew I was watching masters of the art.

I was rock hard by then, and Burton lubricated me as I watched. Denny began
to shiver and twitch. I knew he was shooting off in Douglas. When he pulled
out, I stepped in to fill the void. I saw a blob of Denny's spooge at the
pucker. That should have turned me off, I guess, but it had the opposite
effect.

I aimed my cock at the blob and firmly planted it deep in Douglas's ass. He
moaned. My hand grasped his cock. I think it actually got harder once I was
in. I assumed all was well. It was tight and warm in his ass. Douglas was
squeezing his sphincter tight.  That was good, but there was no way he
could control my cock in the sperm lubricated ass.  Just thinking about
Denny's sperm gave me a tingle.

Shortly after I noticed the tingle, I entered automated fuck mode. I had
fucked women before, but after I did Bobby-Jean Willow, she told me she was
pregnant. Two weeks later, she told me that she was late, not pregnant. For
both of us it had been the worst two weeks of our lives. Douglas seem to
enjoy it more than Bobby-Jean did and was not going to get pregnant.

I was stroking his cock as I fucked him, and he shot off first. My cock
could feel the twitching in his ass and I shot off too. He was gasping for
breath until I stopped squirting. He relaxed and looked blissfully
satisfied. His sphincter squeezed my cock and shot off once more. We
finally broke apart and I went back to work.

The apartment house I was living in caught fire the next night. The people
in the apartment below me had been barbequing on the wooden deck of their
unit. The fire alarms worked and I got go out, but the fire completely
burned out my unit. I did not have much, but it was all gone.

Denny and Burton had moved into a fancy apartment in the bed and breakfast
next to the theater. Their old apartment over the lobby was empty and they
let me have it. They added the task of being the night watchman to my job
duties and gave me the apartment for free.

A few days later Douglas came by with sheets, blankets and towels. They
were new, and nice. We sat down for a beer. He collected things for burned
out families and disaster victims. Usually, bachelor carpenters did not
inspire generosity but he took care of single men and women too. I thanked
him, but he said it was no effort on his part. He said they usually had
more stuff that they could use.

"You were real good the other day," he said. "I hope you liked it as much
as I did?"

"I sure did, I've never fucked a guy before. I guessed it would be good,
but I didn't know it would be that good."

"I get turned on by working men. You were the first working guy to fuck
me," he said. "I hope that doesn't offend you."

"I was worried that you wouldn't like me rear loading you. I make a mess
when I shoot," I said.

"I went to the moon when I realized you were shooting; I could feel you
ejaculate. It was beautiful," he said.

"I'm not much on the lovey-dovey stuff, but I felt real close to you," I
said.

"I like the sex part, but I not looking for a partner," Douglas
explained. "It's really exciting when we are connected, both physically and
emotionally. I was deeply in love with you for about ten minutes."

I laughed. "Ten minutes is fine with me. I might be able to stretch that to
twenty minutes, but that is my limit," I said. "Is that okay with you?"

Douglass laughed. "Maybe thirty minutes on New Year's Eve would be nice. It
was a good ten minutes," he added.

He also said that if I needed some occasional unskilled labor, he knew some
people who could help. This is how we found Juanita who cleaned the
restrooms after every performance and Pop just hung around doing odd jobs,
mostly sweeping. We eventually had Juanita at the theater during
performances. Sometimes things were not that good after the first act, and
pop concerts were usually bad.

Pop cleaned up after performances, but he hung around just in case
something came up. He lived is s shitty rooming house, and he was happy
sleeping in one of the auditorium seats.