Date: Sat, 18 Sep 1999 09:10:53 +1200 From: nivision@manawatu.gen.nz Subject: Testing Times Part 4 Testing Times Part 4 On the Wednesday, Roger arrived at St. Mark's hall at seven and found about forty men and women milling about chatting. Mario saw him and welcomed him. He took Roger over to a woman and two men engaged in earnest discussion. "This is Roger Evans who is to understudy Peter." Roger shook the hand of a tall, dark well-built man introduced as Peter. "Peter is our principal tenor who has the role of Nadir, the hero. This is Florence our principal soprano who is Leila, his lover; Alex, our lead baritone, who plays Chief Zurga, also in love with Leila, and Brian, the bass, who is High Priest Nourabad." Florence, aged about 40, handsome and a little haughty, appeared every inch a prima donna. Alex, slightly older than Roger, was a really beautiful man whose body showed he frequented a gym. His handshake conveyed a warm welcome. "Roger, we're producing Bizet's "The Pearl Fishers". Do you know it?" Mario asked. "I know the story and I've sung the duet 'In the depths of the temple.'" "Good. Now as understudy to Peter, we'll need to prepare you to replace him if it should ever be necessary. Each of the principals has an understudy who attend all practices to watch and learn." Roger was sure he saw Alex wink at him. In a loud voice Mario called, "Shall we begin?" The hall grew silent. While the principals went into other rooms to work with tutors, Mario sat at the piano and took the chorus through its numbers. Roger noticed a few familiar faces, including Aaron, among the chorus and gave him a wave. After an hour, Mario told them that he would now be working with the principals and they could leave. He guided each of them through their arias correcting phrasing, emphasis and gestures, until he was satisfied. Roger noticed that Florence at times became irritated at Mario's persistence. "Now, shall we try our new understudy? As you are familiar with the duet with the baritone? Alex will join you. He's Zurga while you're Nadir. Alex stood in front of him with an encouraging smile. As soon as he heard the opening bars, Roger recalled that previous occasion at Rupert's musical afternoon and Philip when his voice conveyed his feelings for his lover. Alex looked surprised, then delighted, and when he entered, his voice conveyed similar feelings. The duet went well, so much so, that Peter and Florence clapped enthusiastically. "That was good, very good," said Peter. 'You'd better watch it Peter," warned Florence, "he'll be stealing your limelight". Alex whispered, "Puss, puss. I could tell you meant every word of it. Was it sung for me or did you have someone else in mind?" Roger blushed. If he only knew. He liked Alex and perhaps it was a little true, but Peter could never take the place of Philip. Mario asked him to come to his home with the others to rehearse. Suitable dates and times were made for each. Roger found the other artists friendly enough, but Alex he liked the most and hoped to get to know him. Philip and Grant were keen to hear about the rehearsal . They were amused about the undercurrent of jealousy between the principals. When Roger said he had seen Aaron among the chorus, Philip said he was not surprised for he had heard of his interest in opera. He thought more of Rupert's friends were also involved "No doubt we'll learn more next Sunday." When they called to collect Mario they found him looking forward to visiting Rupert. Philip, Grant and Mike were remembered from their meeting at the restaurant. Although a squeeze in the back seat of the car, Mario clearly enjoyed being pressed against Mike. Mike's suggestive comments during the drive to Rupert's were highly amusing and seemed to be enjoyed by Mario. Rupert loved entertaining. A large number of his friends milled around chatting, including most of the gay choir. He gave Mario a warm welcome and claimed him to introduce him to many interest in opera. Philip and Roger separated to greet their friends. Roger saw Aaron and went over to him. "I saw you at the rehearsal," he said. "I didn't know you're a member of City Opera." "I've been singing in the chorus for a year now. I'm madly jealous you've been made understudy for Peter. But I do congratulate you. The duet with Alex was terrific. We all loved it." "So you were still there. I didn't notice. It's easy singing with Alex for he's so encouraging. He's rather nice." "We think so too. Unlike most of the principals, Alex mixes easily with us all. I suggested to Rupert he invite him this afternoon. I hope he comes. I'm not sure but there are indications that he might be gay. It'll be interesting to see how he behaves in gay company." "Are there any other members of the opera chorus who are gay?" asked Roger. "Yes, two of them, Richard and Owen. There they are, let me introduce you." Aaron took Roger across the room to a group of four drinking wine as they talked. They turned to greet Aaron who introduced Roger to a tall blonde in a brightly coloured, floral shirt. "Meet Richard and his partner, Ian. Roger greeted them and turned to a shorter muscular guy with a black beard. "This is Owen, and his partner Jason." "You're the new understudy," said Owen. "Your duet with Alex was brilliant. It made my balls retract with hot desire." "Steady on," said Jason, "I thought that's what I did?" "Not your squawks. It takes the soaring notes of a love duet, and Roger made us all feel weak at the knees." Roger laughed. "I promise not to serenade your love," he said to Jason. "Your were great," Richard said. "We all hope Peter develops laryngitis and you get an opportunity to sing the role." Suddenly, he looked startled. "Surprise, surprise, look who's here. I declare it is everyone's heart throb. It's Alex. Hold me, Ian I'm about to swoon." Aaron turned to see Rupert bringing Alex over to join them. Alex smiled a greeting when he saw Roger and then recognised the others. Richard and Owen introduced their partners. "You're most fortunate, I wish I'd someone special like you." "You're not likely to find her here," said Aaron, intentionally referring to the ladies present. "You never know. There are many very attractive guys here," Alex replied. Aaron's suspicions were confirmed. Richard laughed. "Really! Which one would you like to meet? We would love to help you find your one true love." "I'd be safe with Roger." "Don't be so sure," said Aaron. "Didn't you notice how he was singing that duet with you. That was a declaration of love." "No way," interrupted Roger. "I always think of Philip when I sing that duet. "I thought as much," said Alex. "I must meet your Philip. He must be very special." "And you shall. Excuse us," said Roger. He took Alex over to Philip, who was talking to Rupert, and introduced him. Philip liked Alex and soon he was telling him about how Mario found Roger and of his delight at being given the opportunity to sing in opera. Roger saw Rupert approaching Carl, the conductor of the gay choir. Carl went to the piano and struck several loud chords. Then, in a loud voice, he asked members of the choir to gather round. The choir opened with a bracket including sea shanties, Stephen Foster ballads, and choruses from light operas. They sang the drinking song form "The Student Prince" and Roger's voice could be heard soaring above the others as the soloist. Between items from the choir, there were instrumental solos from guitarist Aaron, mingled with flute pieces accompanied on the piano by Carl. Rupert approached Alex and asked him if he and Roger would sing the duet from "The Pearl Fishers" and they agreed. Everyone was stunned by their beautiful voices and showed their appreciation by shouting their approval. Carl came forward and grasped Alex's hand. "That was extraordinary. We've heard Roger sing that duet before but this was better. You seem to inspire him and he performed brilliantly." "Roger has a great voice. I'm sure we're well matched. I hope we get an opportunity to sing that number at one of the performances of the opera." "When will the opera be presented?" asked Carl. "The week after next. Roger will have to work hard to be ready. I'm sure he will be." Roger had not realised the nearness of the date of the opening night and panicked a little. He still had much to learn in a very short time. Leaving Carl talking to Alex, he sought out Mario for further information. Mario confirmed there were only two weeks before the opening night in the Wellington Opera House. He asked Roger to be with him Monday through Thursday to rehearse with the soloists. In addition to the usual Wednesday, there would be rehearsals Saturday afternoon and all day Sunday, as well as most evenings during the week before opening. Roger realised that now he was expected to be totally committed to the production. This terrific challenge somewhat scared him. The rehearsals were intense and demanding, with Mario constantly insisting on perfection. Frequent interruptions occurred, with soloists required to repeat sections, making them tense and impatient. Their irritation was often apparent as they disagreed with Mario's interpretation of a passage. Alex seemed to be more prepared to follow suggestions and was often more relaxed when the rehearsal ended. He always found time to spend with Roger, assisting his reading of the score and suggesting emphasis in the libretto. Mario devoted much additional time to Roger's reading over the words for emphasis and tone and movement about the stage until he was satisfied he would be able to stand in for Peter should that be necessary. Consequently Roger and Alex developed a friendship which became increasingly special. Every day Roger spent his spare time rehearsing his role, practising his arias and recitatives. At the Wednesday evening practice, the chorus was drilled in the crowd scenes. The producer, relentless, required high standards of acting and stage presentation. During the final week the pressure increased. However, by Wednesday the performance was polished. At the end of the rehearsal, the wardrobe mistress appeared with the costumes. The women of the chorus were given long, white sleeveless dresses and the men only a long length of white material for loin cloths. Apart from sandals, they were otherwise bare. Much hilarity resulted as she demonstrated on one guy, wearing only his briefs, how to put on the loin cloth. As she wound it around his waist and between his legs, she told the men they would have to help each other. The main characters' costumes were more elaborate but they also revealed considerable bare flesh. "I'll give each of you a large jar of suntan cream to rub onto every part of your skin, except the face where we use make up. Continue applying it until you have a dark tan. You'll look like the natives of Sri Lanka. Blondes will either have to dye their hair or wear a black wig. As the men will have their skin to darken, they will have to help each other. Start to put on the skin tan lotion on Friday which is free from rehearsal. Be liberal with the applications for the tan has to look realistic." On the Wednesday and Thursday evenings, the rehearsals were held in the Wellington Opera House with full orchestra. The atmosphere was charged with excitement. Roger saw many new faces among the members of the National Ballet Company. Then he saw his old school friend, Sam O'Brien, whom he knew was a member. Sam was delighted to see Roger and as they were talking, his partner Rex, also a member of the ballet, joined them. They had little time to talk before the warning bells rang, but promised to get in touch. The ballet, also in costume revealed considerable flesh. There was certainly a lot of flesh shown by the men of the chorus, the pearl fishers. Roger could see many of them had great bodies. When Peter, Alex and Brian appeared in costume, it was Alex who appeared the more muscular. His pecs and abs were well defined, his forearms and thigh muscles were impressive. He was every inch Chief Zurga - the part he played. Roger's admiration nearly made Alex miss his cue. There were few rehearsal problems. Both the musical director and the producer seemed to be satisfied with progress. Alex caught up with Roger as he headed to the stage door. "Would you help me to apply this tanning lotion?" he asked. "Sure. It's likely to take several applications so would you like to come home and stay overnight so that we can apply more on Saturday." Alex thought for a while. "That would be a great idea. Are you sure it's alright with Philip?" Roger reassured him and Alex agreed to the idea. Grant and Philip were always seeking progress reports and when Roger and Alex showed them their brief costume, there was much ribald laughter with Mike warning him about the attractions of naked flesh. "I've to get a complete tan to look convincing as a native," said Roger. Grant offered to apply the cream. On hearing that Alex needed help and would be staying overnight, he said that with Mike's help, they would soon make them look authentic. The final dress rehearsal took place on Thursday evening. Everyone was nervous and mistakes seemed to be frequent. Mario and the Producer seemed to be excessively demanding. Roger, relieved when it ended, sought Alex in his dressing room. At his call to enter, he found Alex standing naked except for a jockstrap. Roger gulped and had difficulty telling him they were expecting him to stay overnight; Mike and Grant would be helping with the tanning. Alex expressed his pleasure as he turned to the mirror. His muscled back and firm buttocks made Roger stare in appreciation. Alex grinned. "I can see that hungry look. You can touch." Roger blushed as he bid him good-night. They were just finishing dinner when Mike arrived for his weekend visit. At about seven Alex, carrying an overnight bag, knocked on the door. Roger introduced Mike and Grant who were clearly impressed by Alex's good looks. "So you're to help Roger and me get on all-over tan. I look forward to your careful services," he said with a grin. "Believe me, it will be a professional job. Every nook and cranny will be found," said Mike gleefully. After discussing the production Mike said, "The sooner we start tanning your hides the sooner they'll dry before bed. Shall we start? Grant and I will spread newspaper on the bathroom floor while Alex and Roger strip." "We should shower first," said Roger, "to remove any BO. Come on Alex, you can leave your clothes in the bedroom." In the bedroom, Alex unzipped his track suit to reveal his magnificent body. Roger was again overwhelmed by the beauty as he slowly unzipped his trousers. Together they removed their briefs. Roger gasped. Alex was hung like a horse. When they entered the bathroom they found Mike and Grant also naked. "We're ready for action. This job could be messy," said Grant as Roger entered the shower. Alex followed him. He pushed Roger from under the spray to get access. Roger returned the push and soon they were struggling with arms around each other. Alex stopped. "You win. I'll soap you if you'll do me." "Agreed," Roger replied, slapping his bum. He lathered Alex's back, then knelt to lather his legs. As he reached his crotch Alex placid cock and heavy balls dangled close to his face, inviting attention. He stood and lathered his chest and arms. "You've missed a large part of me," said Alex fingering his cock. Roger again knelt and gently lathered his cock and balls, then handed the soap to Alex who carefully but thoroughly lathered all of Roger. He could feel his cock beginning to swell as his hands did their work. "Come on, we're ready", called Mike. "I'll do Alex," said Mike. "Grant'll work on Roger." Each opened a jar and began to spread the brown lotion over the actors' backs. Likewise they covered the arms, legs and chest leaving only the face and crotch white. Roger enjoyed the feel of Grant's fingers and hands as they made sure every area of exposed skin received attention. It excited him and his cock became fully erect. He noticed that Alex was the same. "You might as well finish the job," said Alex to Mike. Mike saw a drop of precum at the tip of Alex's cock and, with his tongue, tasted it. "Not before I've helped that monster relax." His mouth enclosed Alex's cock. He began to suck vigorously. Grant did the same to Roger. Alex leant backwards and began to fuck Mike's face. His laboured breathing became a moan as he shot a load of cum. Mike could not swallow all of the flood and withdrew his mouth so that Alex shot over his chest. Then Roger came and Grant desperately tried to swallow his frequent spurts. "Now we can tan your jewels," said Mike. "I've found the pearls," called Grant, "look at their lustre. Aren't they magnificent?" He held Roger's balls in the palm of his hand. "This fisher has found some real beauties," said Mike as he held Alex's balls between his fingers. "These are gems beyond price." Alex roared with laughter. "Darken their hue so I'm all native or I'll look peculiar." Both Alex and Roger looked magnificent now that they were a golden brown. They went into the lounge to join Philip while Mike and Grant showered. Philip had placed an old sheet over the settee where they could sit while the stain was drying. "The boys have done a great job. With a another coat or two tomorrow, you'll be ready." "Come on Philip, get your gear off," said Mike as the boys entered. "In this nudist colony everyone has to bare all." Philip stripped revealing his hairy and very attractive torso. They spent a very pleasant evening sharing information about each other, their lives and the gay scene. They learnt that Alex was a professional singer with frequent engagements locally and overseas. Although he had many anecdotes about opera performances, he said he lived a lonely life wishing there was someone with whom to share it. It grew late and Philip suggested they retire. "How do you feel about sleeping with Roger and me in our king-size bed, or should I make up a bed on the settee?" Alex grinned as he said he would prefer to sleep with them. He wondered about the stain but was told that Philip had placed old sheets on the bed so not to worry. "If you like you can sleep between us," said Roger. "Then you can cuddle either of them and have a choice of genitals to fondle. They love it," said Mike. Philip laughed. "We often have a couple of cubs to share our bed." The stain now dry allowed them to retire. They were soon in bed. Philip did not hesitate to cuddle Alex, who had decided to sleep between them. He sighed with contentment as he embraced Philip. Roger pressed against Alex. Very soon they were all asleep. Roger, first to awake, remembering this his special day, a day when one of his wildest dreams was about to become true - he would sing in opera. He felt momentarily stunned. Could it possibly be true? Like the new day, he realised this was a unique day. Even so, he began to doubt its authenticity. It must be a dream, a futile hope that could never really come true. Then Roger felt the naked form beside him and remembered Alex, an opera star, had become his mentor and friend. He looked at the sleeping man who had encouraged him and realised how much he owed Alex. Gratitude overcame him. He stroked Alex's smooth skin and than turned on to his side and kissed his chest. With his lips, he felt the few hairs on his chest and licked them. As he raised his head he saw Alex smiling. "That is the kind of awakening I dream of. A beautiful man's kiss to greet the day." Roger blushed. "I've been thinking about what you've done for me, to ease my entry into opera. Tonight, my greatest wish to sing in opera becomes a reality, even though I'm only in the chorus. What's more, I have met a wonderful guy to help me." "What's more you've slept with him," said Philip now also awake. "It's just as well I do too, or you'd have seduced him by now." Alex laughed. "I may have slept between lovers, but never let it be said that I came between their love." "True, after all it's I who offered a manage a trois," said Philip "Shall we make this a memorable occasion for Alex?" Philip began to fondle Alex's erect cock. Alex spread his legs, pulled Roger on top of him, embraced him and kissed him. Roger passionately responded, thrusting his tongue into his mouth. Philip moved down the bed to give Alex oral sex. Alex began to squirm while embracing Roger tightly. His body stiffened and his mouth clamped to Roger's as he came. Philip's mouth filled to overflowing with cum, finding it impossible to swallow the flood. Cream spattered over his face. The jerking slowly subsided and, as Alex's cock wilted, Philip released it and returned to his pillow. Roger looked over and, seeing the cum on Philip's face, licked it off before kissing him passionately. "Now we know the sweetness of your juice, it'll make the performance even better." Alex laughed before saying, "It's I who needs an elixir to give me vitality for tonight." "If we're a suitable source, drink deeply and often from our fountains," Philip replied. Alex flung back the blankets and went down on Philip's rigid cock. Philip gasped, taking deep breaths as he thrust his cock deep into Alex mouth. Soon he arched his back and with a yell, ejaculated. Alex swallowed every drop. "Now it's your turn," he said before he swallowed Roger's cock. Roger's legs enclosed Alex's head. His pelvis lifted to push the massive cock deeper. With a high C he came with Alex again swallowing every drop. Alex first kissed Philip and then Roger, deep and long. The three embraced, then lay pressed close prolonging the intimacy they were enjoying. They heard the boys fooling about. "Come on lazy bones," said Mike, starkers, as he appeared around the door. "We already have," said Philip as he got out of bed. After showering Alex realised that everyone did not bother to dress and remained naked. After breakfast, Mike and Grant applied more tanning lotion to Roger and Alex making them much darker. Mike paid particular attention to Alex's cock without any objection until he ejaculated. Roger became excited watching Mike's antics and with Grant's added vigorous attention until he too shot. They repeated the service challenging each other to improve the performance. Alex asked if could do some practising and was given a back bedroom where he spent time on scales and sections of his arias. Roger was impressed by his concern for perfection. After lunch, Mike and Grant applied a final coat of lotion. Now Alex and Roger were very dark and looked strange with their contrasting white faces. As soon as the stain was dry, Alex suggested they put on the loin cloths adding it was better to wear a G-string or jock strap. This would allow the loin cloth to better grip more tightly with less risk of it slipping. Mike appeared with a can of baby powder. "To sweeten each baby botty before putting on his diapers." Roger found a g-string and Alex began to wind the cloth around his hips and between his legs, repeating this until the cloth ended. Alex needed no help for he had worn a loin cloth many times in this opera. A phone call from Rupert interrupted the high hilarity. Would they like to come for supper after the reception? They accepted with pleasure anticipating a long night. "What's this about a reception?" asked Philip "At the end of the first performance, there's always a reception for the sponsors, VIPs, opera trust members and their friends. The cast is expected to attend and they can invite friends. Will you be my guests? Roger will be there as a cast member." "Will we have time to change?" asked Roger. "No, so you will be somewhat revealing with a lot of bare flesh for others to paw, men and women. The gay guests have a wonderful time. Their hands are all over you. I'd like to wear my track suit, but management insists that we come straight from the stage, make up and all." "It's going to be a sexy night if Rupert and his friends are there," said Roger, knowing they would not be able to resist so much available flesh. When Alex said, "I only wear my track suit over my costume. It saves time in the dressing room and gives me more warm up time for my voice," Roger decided to do the same. Alex and Roger arrived at the theatre soon after six. Many of the cast were already there including the corps de ballet. Roger was helping some of the guys in the chorus with their loin cloths when Sam and Rex appeared. They were dressed in even skimpier loin cloths. The guys whistled their appreciation. They too had warm-up practice giving little time to call on Roger. Roger invited them to come with him to Rupert's supper party and they accepted with delight. Philip, Mike and Grant had seats in the stalls with a good view of the stage. Philip saw Rupert in the dress circle beside Carl and Julian the conductor of the Choral Society. He also noticed Toby with Greg among members of the staff, who no doubt wanted to see what Roger was up to. The lights went down and Mario arrived at the podium in the orchestra pit. Once the audience had settled, he raised his baton for the opening bars of the overture. The curtain rose to revel a seashore view of ancient Sri Lanka, then called Ceylon. The people, assembled for a festival, watched the corps de ballet, scantily clad, provide a ceremonial dance before to the election of Zurga, the new chief. The ballet, danced with an energy and quality that confirmed they were the best in the country. Sam, as principal male dancer, was stunningly spectacular with his leaps and wild exuberance. The audience showed its strong appreciation. This promise of an outstanding performance was never challenged as the opera progressed. The principals and chorus were excellent confirming their first-class training and artistry. Several times the artists had to repeat portions of an aria to satisfy the enthusiasm of the audience. Philip was enthralled. Seeing how much of a challenge the roles were, he wondered whether Roger would be able to meet the demands if and when the time came. Alex in the role of Zurga, was magnificent as the heroic but sensitive chief. His stature was enhanced by his muscular physique as much as by the emotions he so convincingly portrayed. Mike and Grant were as impressed as Philip. During the interval Philip talked to Greg and Toby for a few minutes. They were fascinated by the performance and said they had been able to identify Roger among the chorus. "If he should get an opportunity to play Zagir, they would be back," said Greg. Philip hoped in his heart that it might be so, yet he dreaded the stupendous challenge it would be for Roger. The opera ended with the audience delighted at the magnificent performance including the sets, ballet and chorus and especially the soloists. Repeated curtain calls seemed never to end. Philip and the boys were exhilarated as they made their way to the mezzanine floor for the reception. Rupert claimed them and immediately took them over to Carl and a group of friends whom they knew. The wine and nibbles were being served when the cast arrived, still in their costumes. Philip saw Roger with Sam and Rex whose brief costumes were almost indecent. No one seemed to mind. In fact, Rupert and his friends were obviously enjoying the proximity of so much naked flesh. Greetings provided opportunities for hands on backs and arms. Alex came over still wearing the embroidered waistcoat that enhanced his muscular chest. Some of the guys looked as if they were about to swoon from excitement. Everyone wanted to talk to Alex. After a time he told them the cast was expected to circulate. Before Rupert left, he and the ballet boys assured him they would be with him for supper. Alex said he would take them in his car. A few minutes later, Philip saw Rupert leaving and he followed him with the boys. The supper party was in full swing when many members of the opera, ballet and orchestra arrived. Many were now wearing track suits and had showered to remove make-up and the stench of perspiration. Roger introduced Peter and Brian to Philip, Rupert and others he knew. Soon everyone was circulating, enjoying Rupert's delicious refreshments. The soloists had not eaten so were quick to find nourishment. Roger, Sam and Rex took the opportunity to catch up on home news and recent events. "God, isn't he beautiful?" said Sam looking at Alex now talking to Julian. Roger smiled. "And a really nice guy who needs someone to love. It's a pity you're committed." He looked at Rex. "You two have a great relationship. Don't let anyone destroy it. Anyway Alex's constantly on the move with singing engagements unlikely to coincide with your schedules." Sam and Rex were whisked away by another colleague in the ballet and Roger saw Julian approaching him. "I've had a long talk to Alex and have asked him whether he would be interested in taking a solo part in an oratorio production in the middle of the year. He has a free period then and has agreed. I suppose you will be pleased to see him return?" Roger was delighted and enthusiastically agreed that Alex was a wise choice. Philip seeing Alex choosing a selection from the table moved over and stood beside him. "There's no need for you to go home tonight. Why not return with us, tomorrow, or should I say today, is Sunday, and you can recover with us if you like." Alex looked delighted. "That would mean I'd be returning to a lovely house and sharing your bed again. I accept." Philip placed his arm around his shoulder to confirm his pleasure. When it was known that Alex had been staying with Philip, his many friends wanted introductions. Sam and Rex saw an opportunity to meet the one they so much admired, an emotional experience for Sam for he seemed to find conversation difficult with such a popular guest. Next morning everyone seemed loath to leave the bed. Cuddling contentedly together helped to relieve the strain of the previous evening, During a late breakfast Toby phoned wanting to speak to Philip. He asked him to tell Roger he'd thoroughly enjoyed the performance. "What did you think of the soloists?" "The guy who took the part of Zurga was terrific. I could be his greatest fan. I intend to go again on Tuesday, just to see and hear him again." "Would you like to meet him?" "Would I! An opportunity like that would be impossible." "Not if you visit us this afternoon. I believe it could be possible. Can you?" "Nothing would stop me, so expect me soon after lunch." Philip could hear Toby's excitement in his voice. He seemed over the moon that his dream might come true. Philip said to Alex, "I hope you don't mind, but one of my work mates, Toby Oliver, who was at the opera last night is bewitched by your performance. I told him his impossible dream to meet you could come true if he visits us this afternoon." "This could be fun," Alex replied, chuckling. "Toby's a honey. A quiet, serious guy but as gay as they come," explained Roger. "We're helping him to meet members of the family as he is new in town." "Like me! But I'm doing remarkably well since I met you guys," said Alex. "I look forward to meeting him." As Mike and Grant decided to call on some of their mates, Toby arrived early in the afternoon to find only his work mates. Philip showed him into the lounge where he saw Alex. The look of surprise and confusion caused Roger to laugh heartily. Alex greeted him warmly by name. Alex had been briefed about Toby so quickly had him at ease. A very relaxed visit followed with Roger and Philip introducing work experiences and gossip. Frequently they talked about gay issues until it dawned on Toby that Alex was also gay. Then he contributed more of his experiences as a gay, to which Alex responded with his own opinions and concerns. Soon it was Alex and Toby who were contributing most to the discussion. Roger left to make coffee. Philip watched the exchange between the two, intrigued by the way they were relating. No longer overwhelmed, star struck, Toby now showed concerned friendship, earnestly interested in Alex. As the clock struck five, Toby reluctantly took his leave with Alex equally sorry to see him go. Before departing he told Alex he would be at the opera on Tuesday and to his delight, Alex invited him to his dressing room after the performance. Alex said very little for awhile. Then suddenly said, "I like Toby. He's a very nice guy. I'm glad you invited him to call. I do hope he sees me after the performance." "I'm sure you will. Toby is besotted with you," said Philip "I'm not sure whether he's just star struck, infatuated by your stage presence or likes you for yourself. I hope you soon find out." "If Toby wants to, I hope we might become real friends." Over a quiet dinner of fish pie and salad Alex, Roger and Philip discussed the coming week. "We are loath to see you leave," said Roger. "If you would care to stay on until the opera finishes, we'd be pleased," added Philip. "It's hardly fair on you, sharing your bed. No it's best I leave." "I can sleep with Grant. Mike is only here weekends," argued Philip. "I'm sure Grant won't mind for he's always wanting to share our bed. That will leave our bed for you and Roger so you won't disturb us when you return late." Alex looked at Roger seeking his views. Roger endorsed Philip's offer. Alex accepted the invitation. "I'll return home to my piano to rehearse each day, and also spend time at the gym. It will good to come home here to sleep with Roger." "Remember he's my lover," said Philip with a grin, "though I don't mind his sharing his sexual favours." Roger came over to Philip. "Never fear my love, it's to you I'm devoted for forever. I'll only help Alex get his rocks off." Alex laughed. "Now there's a real friend helping to meet my every need." He went over to Philip, hugged and kissed him. "Never fear, the cuckoo will have flown the nest by next Sunday." Grant was delighted when Philip asked him if he minded if he shared his bed. At last he would have Philip on his own, an intimate physical involvement he had hoped might happen. He was eager to go to bed. As soon as Philip joined him, his arms wrapped around his naked body. The feel of Grant's adolescent whiskers on his chest, his breath stirring the hairs on his chest and his hands feeling his body, made Philip's affection strong and responsive. He returned the caresses, stroking Grant's back and buttocks. He sensed Grant's growing need for sexual gratification as his rigid cock poked his leg. "Can I fuck you?" he asked. "Only with precautions," Philip replied as he took a condom from the bedside table and removed its wrapping. "I don't suppose you fuck many guys. It's always critical to wear a condom, even with Mike. It's sensible to be safe." "Mike is the only one I fuck and I think it's the same for him. We still take care." "If you want others for sex you must take precautions," said Philip. He saw a few drops of precum on the tip of his cock and unable to deny his desire to taste it, licked the tip then washed its length before he rolled the condom down Grant's long stiff cock. It was thrilling to touch its smooth lightly veined surface. Grant lubricated his cock then spread Philip's legs, lifted his buttocks and placed his cock at the puckered arse hole. Slowly he pushed it in. Philip gasped as he felt a jab of pain, then pressed down accelerating the entry until Grant's cock was totally enclosed. Grant leant forward and his mouth pulled on Philip's nipples. He then began to pump his arse like a ramrod, the full length thrust in then withdrew repeatedly, at first slowly, then with increasing speed until his balls were slamming Philip's scrotum. Philip synchronised the contractions of his sphincter muscles milking the cock and increasing the sensations felt by Grant. With a bellow, Grant climaxed, driving his cock viciously to its limit. With arched back and his hands in a vice like grip on Philip's nipples, he ejaculated again and again, each time pushing hard into Philip. Philip also highly aroused suddenly reared his pelvis and gripped Grant's cock in the vice of his arse hole, and shot a fountain of cum on to Grant's stomach and chest. Jets of juice splattered his torso. Both were breathing heavily, tense as their orgasms slowly faded. Grant was panting as he withdrew his cock with a pop, removed the condom and poured its contents over Philip and lay on him. He passionately embraced him. "That was my welcome to my new bed mate. I hope you will find me as exciting as Roger." "I believe I will." The press reviews of the opera on Monday morning were most favourable. They considered it an excellent production with outstanding soloists. Each was highly commended. Several staff members who attended told Roger how much they had enjoyed it. Philip had lunch with Toby who expressed his appreciation and pleasure at meeting Alex, admitting he liked him very much. He said he hoped to get to know him really well. The Tuesday performance had a full house. Alex said he thought the performance better than the first. That was often the case, with other improvements occurring during the season as well. To be continued. [ Part 3: "Attached Text" ] Testing Times Part 4 On the Wednesday, Roger arrived at St. Mark's hall at seven and found about forty men and women milling about chatting. Mario saw him and welcomed him. He took Roger over to a woman and two men engaged in earnest discussion. "This is Roger Evans who is to understudy Peter." Roger shook the hand of a tall, dark well-built man introduced as Peter. "Peter is our principal tenor who has the role of Nadir, the hero. This is Florence our principal soprano who is Leila, his lover; Alex, our lead baritone, who plays Chief Zurga, also in love with Leila, and Brian, the bass, who is High Priest Nourabad." Florence, aged about 40, handsome and a little haughty, appeared every inch a prima donna. Alex, slightly older than Roger, was a really beautiful man whose body showed he frequented a gym. His handshake conveyed a warm welcome. "Roger, we're producing Bizet's "The Pearl Fishers". Do you know it?" Mario asked. "I know the story and I've sung the duet 'In the depths of the temple.'" "Good. Now as understudy to Peter, we'll need to prepare you to replace him if it should ever be necessary. Each of the principals has an understudy who attend all practices to watch and learn." Roger was sure he saw Alex wink at him. In a loud voice Mario called, "Shall we begin?" The hall grew silent. While the principals went into other rooms to work with tutors, Mario sat at the piano and took the chorus through its numbers. Roger noticed a few familiar faces, including Aaron, among the chorus and gave him a wave. After an hour, Mario told them that he would now be working with the principals and they could leave. He guided each of them through their arias correcting phrasing, emphasis and gestures, until he was satisfied. Roger noticed that Florence at times became irritated at Mario's persistence. "Now, shall we try our new understudy? As you are familiar with the duet with the baritone? Alex will join you. He's Zurga while you're Nadir. Alex stood in front of him with an encouraging smile. As soon as he heard the opening bars, Roger recalled that previous occasion at Rupert's musical afternoon and Philip when his voice conveyed his feelings for his lover. Alex looked surprised, then delighted, and when he entered, his voice conveyed similar feelings. The duet went well, so much so, that Peter and Florence clapped enthusiastically. "That was good, very good," said Peter. 'You'd better watch it Peter," warned Florence, "he'll be stealing your limelight". Alex whispered, "Puss, puss. I could tell you meant every word of it. Was it sung for me or did you have someone else in mind?" Roger blushed. If he only knew. He liked Alex and perhaps it was a little true, but Peter could never take the place of Philip. Mario asked him to come to his home with the others to rehearse. Suitable dates and times were made for each. Roger found the other artists friendly enough, but Alex he liked the most and hoped to get to know him. Philip and Grant were keen to hear about the rehearsal . They were amused about the undercurrent of jealousy between the principals. When Roger said he had seen Aaron among the chorus, Philip said he was not surprised for he had heard of his interest in opera. He thought more of Rupert's friends were also involved "No doubt we'll learn more next Sunday." When they called to collect Mario they found him looking forward to visiting Rupert. Philip, Grant and Mike were remembered from their meeting at the restaurant. Although a squeeze in the back seat of the car, Mario clearly enjoyed being pressed against Mike. Mike's suggestive comments during the drive to Rupert's were highly amusing and seemed to be enjoyed by Mario. Rupert loved entertaining. A large number of his friends milled around chatting, including most of the gay choir. He gave Mario a warm welcome and claimed him to introduce him to many interest in opera. Philip and Roger separated to greet their friends. Roger saw Aaron and went over to him. "I saw you at the rehearsal," he said. "I didn't know you're a member of City Opera." "I've been singing in the chorus for a year now. I'm madly jealous you've been made understudy for Peter. But I do congratulate you. The duet with Alex was terrific. We all loved it." "So you were still there. I didn't notice. It's easy singing with Alex for he's so encouraging. He's rather nice." "We think so too. Unlike most of the principals, Alex mixes easily with us all. I suggested to Rupert he invite him this afternoon. I hope he comes. I'm not sure but there are indications that he might be gay. It'll be interesting to see how he behaves in gay company." "Are there any other members of the opera chorus who are gay?" asked Roger. "Yes, two of them, Richard and Owen. There they are, let me introduce you." Aaron took Roger across the room to a group of four drinking wine as they talked. They turned to greet Aaron who introduced Roger to a tall blonde in a brightly coloured, floral shirt. "Meet Richard and his partner, Ian. Roger greeted them and turned to a shorter muscular guy with a black beard. "This is Owen, and his partner Jason." "You're the new understudy," said Owen. "Your duet with Alex was brilliant. It made my balls retract with hot desire." "Steady on," said Jason, "I thought that's what I did?" "Not your squawks. It takes the soaring notes of a love duet, and Roger made us all feel weak at the knees." Roger laughed. "I promise not to serenade your love," he said to Jason. "Your were great," Richard said. "We all hope Peter develops laryngitis and you get an opportunity to sing the role." Suddenly, he looked startled. "Surprise, surprise, look who's here. I declare it is everyone's heart throb. It's Alex. Hold me, Ian I'm about to swoon." Aaron turned to see Rupert bringing Alex over to join them. Alex smiled a greeting when he saw Roger and then recognised the others. Richard and Owen introduced their partners. "You're most fortunate, I wish I'd someone special like you." "You're not likely to find her here," said Aaron, intentionally referring to the ladies present. "You never know. There are many very attractive guys here," Alex replied. Aaron's suspicions were confirmed. Richard laughed. "Really! Which one would you like to meet? We would love to help you find your one true love." "I'd be safe with Roger." "Don't be so sure," said Aaron. "Didn't you notice how he was singing that duet with you. That was a declaration of love." "No way," interrupted Roger. "I always think of Philip when I sing that duet. "I thought as much," said Alex. "I must meet your Philip. He must be very special." "And you shall. Excuse us," said Roger. He took Alex over to Philip, who was talking to Rupert, and introduced him. Philip liked Alex and soon he was telling him about how Mario found Roger and of his delight at being given the opportunity to sing in opera. Roger saw Rupert approaching Carl, the conductor of the gay choir. Carl went to the piano and struck several loud chords. Then, in a loud voice, he asked members of the choir to gather round. The choir opened with a bracket including sea shanties, Stephen Foster ballads, and choruses from light operas. They sang the drinking song form "The Student Prince" and Roger's voice could be heard soaring above the others as the soloist. Between items from the choir, there were instrumental solos from guitarist Aaron, mingled with flute pieces accompanied on the piano by Carl. Rupert approached Alex and asked him if he and Roger would sing the duet from "The Pearl Fishers" and they agreed. Everyone was stunned by their beautiful voices and showed their appreciation by shouting their approval. Carl came forward and grasped Alex's hand. "That was extraordinary. We've heard Roger sing that duet before but this was better. You seem to inspire him and he performed brilliantly." "Roger has a great voice. I'm sure we're well matched. I hope we get an opportunity to sing that number at one of the performances of the opera." "When will the opera be presented?" asked Carl. "The week after next. Roger will have to work hard to be ready. I'm sure he will be." Roger had not realised the nearness of the date of the opening night and panicked a little. He still had much to learn in a very short time. Leaving Carl talking to Alex, he sought out Mario for further information. Mario confirmed there were only two weeks before the opening night in the Wellington Opera House. He asked Roger to be with him Monday through Thursday to rehearse with the soloists. In addition to the usual Wednesday, there would be rehearsals Saturday afternoon and all day Sunday, as well as most evenings during the week before opening. Roger realised that now he was expected to be totally committed to the production. This terrific challenge somewhat scared him. The rehearsals were intense and demanding, with Mario constantly insisting on perfection. Frequent interruptions occurred, with soloists required to repeat sections, making them tense and impatient. Their irritation was often apparent as they disagreed with Mario's interpretation of a passage. Alex seemed to be more prepared to follow suggestions and was often more relaxed when the rehearsal ended. He always found time to spend with Roger, assisting his reading of the score and suggesting emphasis in the libretto. Mario devoted much additional time to Roger's reading over the words for emphasis and tone and movement about the stage until he was satisfied he would be able to stand in for Peter should that be necessary. Consequently Roger and Alex developed a friendship which became increasingly special. Every day Roger spent his spare time rehearsing his role, practising his arias and recitatives. At the Wednesday evening practice, the chorus was drilled in the crowd scenes. The producer, relentless, required high standards of acting and stage presentation. During the final week the pressure increased. However, by Wednesday the performance was polished. At the end of the rehearsal, the wardrobe mistress appeared with the costumes. The women of the chorus were given long, white sleeveless dresses and the men only a long length of white material for loin cloths. Apart from sandals, they were otherwise bare. Much hilarity resulted as she demonstrated on one guy, wearing only his briefs, how to put on the loin cloth. As she wound it around his waist and between his legs, she told the men they would have to help each other. The main characters' costumes were more elaborate but they also revealed considerable bare flesh. "I'll give each of you a large jar of suntan cream to rub onto every part of your skin, except the face where we use make up. Continue applying it until you have a dark tan. You'll look like the natives of Sri Lanka. Blondes will either have to dye their hair or wear a black wig. As the men will have their skin to darken, they will have to help each other. Start to put on the skin tan lotion on Friday which is free from rehearsal. Be liberal with the applications for the tan has to look realistic." On the Wednesday and Thursday evenings, the rehearsals were held in the Wellington Opera House with full orchestra. The atmosphere was charged with excitement. Roger saw many new faces among the members of the National Ballet Company. Then he saw his old school friend, Sam O'Brien, whom he knew was a member. Sam was delighted to see Roger and as they were talking, his partner Rex, also a member of the ballet, joined them. They had little time to talk before the warning bells rang, but promised to get in touch. The ballet, also in costume revealed considerable flesh. There was certainly a lot of flesh shown by the men of the chorus, the pearl fishers. Roger could see many of them had great bodies. When Peter, Alex and Brian appeared in costume, it was Alex who appeared the more muscular. His pecs and abs were well defined, his forearms and thigh muscles were impressive. He was every inch Chief Zurga - the part he played. Roger's admiration nearly made Alex miss his cue. There were few rehearsal problems. Both the musical director and the producer seemed to be satisfied with progress. Alex caught up with Roger as he headed to the stage door. "Would you help me to apply this tanning lotion?" he asked. "Sure. It's likely to take several applications so would you like to come home and stay overnight so that we can apply more on Saturday." Alex thought for a while. "That would be a great idea. Are you sure it's alright with Philip?" Roger reassured him and Alex agreed to the idea. Grant and Philip were always seeking progress reports and when Roger and Alex showed them their brief costume, there was much ribald laughter with Mike warning him about the attractions of naked flesh. "I've to get a complete tan to look convincing as a native," said Roger. Grant offered to apply the cream. On hearing that Alex needed help and would be staying overnight, he said that with Mike's help, they would soon make them look authentic. The final dress rehearsal took place on Thursday evening. Everyone was nervous and mistakes seemed to be frequent. Mario and the Producer seemed to be excessively demanding. Roger, relieved when it ended, sought Alex in his dressing room. At his call to enter, he found Alex standing naked except for a jockstrap. Roger gulped and had difficulty telling him they were expecting him to stay overnight; Mike and Grant would be helping with the tanning. Alex expressed his pleasure as he turned to the mirror. His muscled back and firm buttocks made Roger stare in appreciation. Alex grinned. "I can see that hungry look. You can touch." Roger blushed as he bid him good-night. They were just finishing dinner when Mike arrived for his weekend visit. At about seven Alex, carrying an overnight bag, knocked on the door. Roger introduced Mike and Grant who were clearly impressed by Alex's good looks. "So you're to help Roger and me get on all-over tan. I look forward to your careful services," he said with a grin. "Believe me, it will be a professional job. Every nook and cranny will be found," said Mike gleefully. After discussing the production Mike said, "The sooner we start tanning your hides the sooner they'll dry before bed. Shall we start? Grant and I will spread newspaper on the bathroom floor while Alex and Roger strip." "We should shower first," said Roger, "to remove any BO. Come on Alex, you can leave your clothes in the bedroom." In the bedroom, Alex unzipped his track suit to reveal his magnificent body. Roger was again overwhelmed by the beauty as he slowly unzipped his trousers. Together they removed their briefs. Roger gasped. Alex was hung like a horse. When they entered the bathroom they found Mike and Grant also naked. "We're ready for action. This job could be messy," said Grant as Roger entered the shower. Alex followed him. He pushed Roger from under the spray to get access. Roger returned the push and soon they were struggling with arms around each other. Alex stopped. "You win. I'll soap you if you'll do me." "Agreed," Roger replied, slapping his bum. He lathered Alex's back, then knelt to lather his legs. As he reached his crotch Alex placid cock and heavy balls dangled close to his face, inviting attention. He stood and lathered his chest and arms. "You've missed a large part of me," said Alex fingering his cock. Roger again knelt and gently lathered his cock and balls, then handed the soap to Alex who carefully but thoroughly lathered all of Roger. He could feel his cock beginning to swell as his hands did their work. "Come on, we're ready", called Mike. "I'll do Alex," said Mike. "Grant'll work on Roger." Each opened a jar and began to spread the brown lotion over the actors' backs. Likewise they covered the arms, legs and chest leaving only the face and crotch white. Roger enjoyed the feel of Grant's fingers and hands as they made sure every area of exposed skin received attention. It excited him and his cock became fully erect. He noticed that Alex was the same. "You might as well finish the job," said Alex to Mike. Mike saw a drop of precum at the tip of Alex's cock and, with his tongue, tasted it. "Not before I've helped that monster relax." His mouth enclosed Alex's cock. He began to suck vigorously. Grant did the same to Roger. Alex leant backwards and began to fuck Mike's face. His laboured breathing became a moan as he shot a load of cum. Mike could not swallow all of the flood and withdrew his mouth so that Alex shot over his chest. Then Roger came and Grant desperately tried to swallow his frequent spurts. "Now we can tan your jewels," said Mike. "I've found the pearls," called Grant, "look at their lustre. Aren't they magnificent?" He held Roger's balls in the palm of his hand. "This fisher has found some real beauties," said Mike as he held Alex's balls between his fingers. "These are gems beyond price." Alex roared with laughter. "Darken their hue so I'm all native or I'll look peculiar." Both Alex and Roger looked magnificent now that they were a golden brown. They went into the lounge to join Philip while Mike and Grant showered. Philip had placed an old sheet over the settee where they could sit while the stain was drying. "The boys have done a great job. With a another coat or two tomorrow, you'll be ready." "Come on Philip, get your gear off," said Mike as the boys entered. "In this nudist colony everyone has to bare all." Philip stripped revealing his hairy and very attractive torso. They spent a very pleasant evening sharing information about each other, their lives and the gay scene. They learnt that Alex was a professional singer with frequent engagements locally and overseas. Although he had many anecdotes about opera performances, he said he lived a lonely life wishing there was someone with whom to share it. It grew late and Philip suggested they retire. "How do you feel about sleeping with Roger and me in our king-size bed, or should I make up a bed on the settee?" Alex grinned as he said he would prefer to sleep with them. He wondered about the stain but was told that Philip had placed old sheets on the bed so not to worry. "If you like you can sleep between us," said Roger. "Then you can cuddle either of them and have a choice of genitals to fondle. They love it," said Mike. Philip laughed. "We often have a couple of cubs to share our bed." The stain now dry allowed them to retire. They were soon in bed. Philip did not hesitate to cuddle Alex, who had decided to sleep between them. He sighed with contentment as he embraced Philip. Roger pressed against Alex. Very soon they were all asleep. Roger, first to awake, remembering this his special day, a day when one of his wildest dreams was about to become true - he would sing in opera. He felt momentarily stunned. Could it possibly be true? Like the new day, he realised this was a unique day. Even so, he began to doubt its authenticity. It must be a dream, a futile hope that could never really come true. Then Roger felt the naked form beside him and remembered Alex, an opera star, had become his mentor and friend. He looked at the sleeping man who had encouraged him and realised how much he owed Alex. Gratitude overcame him. He stroked Alex's smooth skin and than turned on to his side and kissed his chest. With his lips, he felt the few hairs on his chest and licked them. As he raised his head he saw Alex smiling. "That is the kind of awakening I dream of. A beautiful man's kiss to greet the day." Roger blushed. "I've been thinking about what you've done for me, to ease my entry into opera. Tonight, my greatest wish to sing in opera becomes a reality, even though I'm only in the chorus. What's more, I have met a wonderful guy to help me." "What's more you've slept with him," said Philip now also awake. "It's just as well I do too, or you'd have seduced him by now." Alex laughed. "I may have slept between lovers, but never let it be said that I came between their love." "True, after all it's I who offered a manage a trois," said Philip "Shall we make this a memorable occasion for Alex?" Philip began to fondle Alex's erect cock. Alex spread his legs, pulled Roger on top of him, embraced him and kissed him. Roger passionately responded, thrusting his tongue into his mouth. Philip moved down the bed to give Alex oral sex. Alex began to squirm while embracing Roger tightly. His body stiffened and his mouth clamped to Roger's as he came. Philip's mouth filled to overflowing with cum, finding it impossible to swallow the flood. Cream spattered over his face. The jerking slowly subsided and, as Alex's cock wilted, Philip released it and returned to his pillow. Roger looked over and, seeing the cum on Philip's face, licked it off before kissing him passionately. "Now we know the sweetness of your juice, it'll make the performance even better." Alex laughed before saying, "It's I who needs an elixir to give me vitality for tonight." "If we're a suitable source, drink deeply and often from our fountains," Philip replied. Alex flung back the blankets and went down on Philip's rigid cock. Philip gasped, taking deep breaths as he thrust his cock deep into Alex mouth. Soon he arched his back and with a yell, ejaculated. Alex swallowed every drop. "Now it's your turn," he said before he swallowed Roger's cock. Roger's legs enclosed Alex's head. His pelvis lifted to push the massive cock deeper. With a high C he came with Alex again swallowing every drop. Alex first kissed Philip and then Roger, deep and long. The three embraced, then lay pressed close prolonging the intimacy they were enjoying. They heard the boys fooling about. "Come on lazy bones," said Mike, starkers, as he appeared around the door. "We already have," said Philip as he got out of bed. After showering Alex realised that everyone did not bother to dress and remained naked. After breakfast, Mike and Grant applied more tanning lotion to Roger and Alex making them much darker. Mike paid particular attention to Alex's cock without any objection until he ejaculated. Roger became excited watching Mike's antics and with Grant's added vigorous attention until he too shot. They repeated the service challenging each other to improve the performance. Alex asked if could do some practising and was given a back bedroom where he spent time on scales and sections of his arias. Roger was impressed by his concern for perfection. After lunch, Mike and Grant applied a final coat of lotion. Now Alex and Roger were very dark and looked strange with their contrasting white faces. As soon as the stain was dry, Alex suggested they put on the loin cloths adding it was better to wear a G-string or jock strap. This would allow the loin cloth to better grip more tightly with less risk of it slipping. Mike appeared with a can of baby powder. "To sweeten each baby botty before putting on his diapers." Roger found a g-string and Alex began to wind the cloth around his hips and between his legs, repeating this until the cloth ended. Alex needed no help for he had worn a loin cloth many times in this opera. A phone call from Rupert interrupted the high hilarity. Would they like to come for supper after the reception? They accepted with pleasure anticipating a long night. "What's this about a reception?" asked Philip "At the end of the first performance, there's always a reception for the sponsors, VIPs, opera trust members and their friends. The cast is expected to attend and they can invite friends. Will you be my guests? Roger will be there as a cast member." "Will we have time to change?" asked Roger. "No, so you will be somewhat revealing with a lot of bare flesh for others to paw, men and women. The gay guests have a wonderful time. Their hands are all over you. I'd like to wear my track suit, but management insists that we come straight from the stage, make up and all." "It's going to be a sexy night if Rupert and his friends are there," said Roger, knowing they would not be able to resist so much available flesh. When Alex said, "I only wear my track suit over my costume. It saves time in the dressing room and gives me more warm up time for my voice," Roger decided to do the same. Alex and Roger arrived at the theatre soon after six. Many of the cast were already there including the corps de ballet. Roger was helping some of the guys in the chorus with their loin cloths when Sam and Rex appeared. They were dressed in even skimpier loin cloths. The guys whistled their appreciation. They too had warm-up practice giving little time to call on Roger. Roger invited them to come with him to Rupert's supper party and they accepted with delight. Philip, Mike and Grant had seats in the stalls with a good view of the stage. Philip saw Rupert in the dress circle beside Carl and Julian the conductor of the Choral Society. He also noticed Toby with Greg among members of the staff, who no doubt wanted to see what Roger was up to. The lights went down and Mario arrived at the podium in the orchestra pit. Once the audience had settled, he raised his baton for the opening bars of the overture. The curtain rose to revel a seashore view of ancient Sri Lanka, then called Ceylon. The people, assembled for a festival, watched the corps de ballet, scantily clad, provide a ceremonial dance before to the election of Zurga, the new chief. The ballet, danced with an energy and quality that confirmed they were the best in the country. Sam, as principal male dancer, was stunningly spectacular with his leaps and wild exuberance. The audience showed its strong appreciation. This promise of an outstanding performance was never challenged as the opera progressed. The principals and chorus were excellent confirming their first-class training and artistry. Several times the artists had to repeat portions of an aria to satisfy the enthusiasm of the audience. Philip was enthralled. Seeing how much of a challenge the roles were, he wondered whether Roger would be able to meet the demands if and when the time came. Alex in the role of Zurga, was magnificent as the heroic but sensitive chief. His stature was enhanced by his muscular physique as much as by the emotions he so convincingly portrayed. Mike and Grant were as impressed as Philip. During the interval Philip talked to Greg and Toby for a few minutes. They were fascinated by the performance and said they had been able to identify Roger among the chorus. "If he should get an opportunity to play Zagir, they would be back," said Greg. Philip hoped in his heart that it might be so, yet he dreaded the stupendous challenge it would be for Roger. The opera ended with the audience delighted at the magnificent performance including the sets, ballet and chorus and especially the soloists. Repeated curtain calls seemed never to end. Philip and the boys were exhilarated as they made their way to the mezzanine floor for the reception. Rupert claimed them and immediately took them over to Carl and a group of friends whom they knew. The wine and nibbles were being served when the cast arrived, still in their costumes. Philip saw Roger with Sam and Rex whose brief costumes were almost indecent. No one seemed to mind. In fact, Rupert and his friends were obviously enjoying the proximity of so much naked flesh. Greetings provided opportunities for hands on backs and arms. Alex came over still wearing the embroidered waistcoat that enhanced his muscular chest. Some of the guys looked as if they were about to swoon from excitement. Everyone wanted to talk to Alex. After a time he told them the cast was expected to circulate. Before Rupert left, he and the ballet boys assured him they would be with him for supper. Alex said he would take them in his car. A few minutes later, Philip saw Rupert leaving and he followed him with the boys. The supper party was in full swing when many members of the opera, ballet and orchestra arrived. Many were now wearing track suits and had showered to remove make-up and the stench of perspiration. Roger introduced Peter and Brian to Philip, Rupert and others he knew. Soon everyone was circulating, enjoying Rupert's delicious refreshments. The soloists had not eaten so were quick to find nourishment. Roger, Sam and Rex took the opportunity to catch up on home news and recent events. "God, isn't he beautiful?" said Sam looking at Alex now talking to Julian. Roger smiled. "And a really nice guy who needs someone to love. It's a pity you're committed." He looked at Rex. "You two have a great relationship. Don't let anyone destroy it. Anyway Alex's constantly on the move with singing engagements unlikely to coincide with your schedules." Sam and Rex were whisked away by another colleague in the ballet and Roger saw Julian approaching him. "I've had a long talk to Alex and have asked him whether he would be interested in taking a solo part in an oratorio production in the middle of the year. He has a free period then and has agreed. I suppose you will be pleased to see him return?" Roger was delighted and enthusiastically agreed that Alex was a wise choice. Philip seeing Alex choosing a selection from the table moved over and stood beside him. "There's no need for you to go home tonight. Why not return with us, tomorrow, or should I say today, is Sunday, and you can recover with us if you like." Alex looked delighted. "That would mean I'd be returning to a lovely house and sharing your bed again. I accept." Philip placed his arm around his shoulder to confirm his pleasure. When it was known that Alex had been staying with Philip, his many friends wanted introductions. Sam and Rex saw an opportunity to meet the one they so much admired, an emotional experience for Sam for he seemed to find conversation difficult with such a popular guest. Next morning everyone seemed loath to leave the bed. Cuddling contentedly together helped to relieve the strain of the previous evening, During a late breakfast Toby phoned wanting to speak to Philip. He asked him to tell Roger he'd thoroughly enjoyed the performance. "What did you think of the soloists?" "The guy who took the part of Zurga was terrific. I could be his greatest fan. I intend to go again on Tuesday, just to see and hear him again." "Would you like to meet him?" "Would I! An opportunity like that would be impossible." "Not if you visit us this afternoon. I believe it could be possible. Can you?" "Nothing would stop me, so expect me soon after lunch." Philip could hear Toby's excitement in his voice. He seemed over the moon that his dream might come true. Philip said to Alex, "I hope you don't mind, but one of my work mates, Toby Oliver, who was at the opera last night is bewitched by your performance. I told him his impossible dream to meet you could come true if he visits us this afternoon." "This could be fun," Alex replied, chuckling. "Toby's a honey. A quiet, serious guy but as gay as they come," explained Roger. "We're helping him to meet members of the family as he is new in town." "Like me! But I'm doing remarkably well since I met you guys," said Alex. "I look forward to meeting him." As Mike and Grant decided to call on some of their mates, Toby arrived early in the afternoon to find only his work mates. Philip showed him into the lounge where he saw Alex. The look of surprise and confusion caused Roger to laugh heartily. Alex greeted him warmly by name. Alex had been briefed about Toby so quickly had him at ease. A very relaxed visit followed with Roger and Philip introducing work experiences and gossip. Frequently they talked about gay issues until it dawned on Toby that Alex was also gay. Then he contributed more of his experiences as a gay, to which Alex responded with his own opinions and concerns. Soon it was Alex and Toby who were contributing most to the discussion. Roger left to make coffee. Philip watched the exchange between the two, intrigued by the way they were relating. No longer overwhelmed, star struck, Toby now showed concerned friendship, earnestly interested in Alex. As the clock struck five, Toby reluctantly took his leave with Alex equally sorry to see him go. Before departing he told Alex he would be at the opera on Tuesday and to his delight, Alex invited him to his dressing room after the performance. Alex said very little for awhile. Then suddenly said, "I like Toby. He's a very nice guy. I'm glad you invited him to call. I do hope he sees me after the performance." "I'm sure you will. Toby is besotted with you," said Philip "I'm not sure whether he's just star struck, infatuated by your stage presence or likes you for yourself. I hope you soon find out." "If Toby wants to, I hope we might become real friends." Over a quiet dinner of fish pie and salad Alex, Roger and Philip discussed the coming week. "We are loath to see you leave," said Roger. "If you would care to stay on until the opera finishes, we'd be pleased," added Philip. "It's hardly fair on you, sharing your bed. No it's best I leave." "I can sleep with Grant. Mike is only here weekends," argued Philip. "I'm sure Grant won't mind for he's always wanting to share our bed. That will leave our bed for you and Roger so you won't disturb us when you return late." Alex looked at Roger seeking his views. Roger endorsed Philip's offer. Alex accepted the invitation. "I'll return home to my piano to rehearse each day, and also spend time at the gym. It will good to come home here to sleep with Roger." "Remember he's my lover," said Philip with a grin, "though I don't mind his sharing his sexual favours." Roger came over to Philip. "Never fear my love, it's to you I'm devoted for forever. I'll only help Alex get his rocks off." Alex laughed. "Now there's a real friend helping to meet my every need." He went over to Philip, hugged and kissed him. "Never fear, the cuckoo will have flown the nest by next Sunday." Grant was delighted when Philip asked him if he minded if he shared his bed. At last he would have Philip on his own, an intimate physical involvement he had hoped might happen. He was eager to go to bed. As soon as Philip joined him, his arms wrapped around his naked body. The feel of Grant's adolescent whiskers on his chest, his breath stirring the hairs on his chest and his hands feeling his body, made Philip's affection strong and responsive. He returned the caresses, stroking Grant's back and buttocks. He sensed Grant's growing need for sexual gratification as his rigid cock poked his leg. "Can I fuck you?" he asked. "Only with precautions," Philip replied as he took a condom from the bedside table and removed its wrapping. "I don't suppose you fuck many guys. It's always critical to wear a condom, even with Mike. It's sensible to be safe." "Mike is the only one I fuck and I think it's the same for him. We still take care." "If you want others for sex you must take precautions," said Philip. He saw a few drops of precum on the tip of his cock and unable to deny his desire to taste it, licked the tip then washed its length before he rolled the condom down Grant's long stiff cock. It was thrilling to touch its smooth lightly veined surface. Grant lubricated his cock then spread Philip's legs, lifted his buttocks and placed his cock at the puckered arse hole. Slowly he pushed it in. Philip gasped as he felt a jab of pain, then pressed down accelerating the entry until Grant's cock was totally enclosed. Grant leant forward and his mouth pulled on Philip's nipples. He then began to pump his arse like a ramrod, the full length thrust in then withdrew repeatedly, at first slowly, then with increasing speed until his balls were slamming Philip's scrotum. Philip synchronised the contractions of his sphincter muscles milking the cock and increasing the sensations felt by Grant. With a bellow, Grant climaxed, driving his cock viciously to its limit. With arched back and his hands in a vice like grip on Philip's nipples, he ejaculated again and again, each time pushing hard into Philip. Philip also highly aroused suddenly reared his pelvis and gripped Grant's cock in the vice of his arse hole, and shot a fountain of cum on to Grant's stomach and chest. Jets of juice splattered his torso. Both were breathing heavily, tense as their orgasms slowly faded. Grant was panting as he withdrew his cock with a pop, removed the condom and poured its contents over Philip and lay on him. He passionately embraced him. "That was my welcome to my new bed mate. I hope you will find me as exciting as Roger." "I believe I will." The press reviews of the opera on Monday morning were most favourable. They considered it an excellent production with outstanding soloists. Each was highly commended. Several staff members who attended told Roger how much they had enjoyed it. Philip had lunch with Toby who expressed his appreciation and pleasure at meeting Alex, admitting he liked him very much. He said he hoped to get to know him really well. The Tuesday performance had a full house. Alex said he thought the performance better than the first. That was often the case, with other improvements occurring during the season as well. To be continued.