Date: Mon, 14 Nov 2005 13:17:15 EST
From: Colcalverley@aol.com
Subject: At the Theatre

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AT THE THEATRE

Firstly may I apologise to all of you who have been waiting weeks for this
story.  Firstly it is much longer than my usual short stories and secondly
I suffered an appalling attack of writer's block when it was almost
finished.  I hope the wait was worthwhile -- please let me know at
ColCalverley@aol.com

I live in an English seaside town on the south coast.  I have lived here
for a little over five years in a property that was once owned by two
maiden aunts.  The property comprises three shops with accommodation above
which my aunts used to run as a Bed & Breakfast Guest House.  Two of the
shops below they ran as a Tea Rooms and the third shop (on the corner) they
rented out to an elderly couple who ran it as a cheap Gift Shop, all
post-cards, chalk figurines and various useless bits and pieces inscribed
`A Present From Westhampton'

When one of the old dears died the other one decided that she could not
continue alone, so the two shops were closed down and the B&B was left to
rot while my aunt lived in one room.

When she in turn died she left her entire estate to me, which included the
property and a fairly large sum of money.

When I arrived in Westhampton and introduced myself to the elderly couple
in the gift shop they gently broke the news to me that they wished to
retire and that they would be closing the shop and vacating at the end of
the month, which was two weeks away.

I decided that I would have the property totally renovated and would reopen
the tea rooms, turn the accommodation above the three shops into three
self-contained flats and would rent out the corner shop again.  I found a
local builder to do the work and he told me that he could complete within
three months.

Much to my surprise after two months it looked as though he would be as
good as his word so I asked him to complete the tea rooms first so that I
could get it equipped, furnished and passed by the local authority.

I put ads in the local paper for staff and started interviewing straight
away.  I wanted someone reliable who could bake cakes and run the kitchen
for me and decided that my waitresses would all be in their forties and
older, who wouldn't mind wearing sensible shoes and a nice starched white
apron over a black dress and who wouldn't mind chatting to the clientele,
most of whom I guessed (accurately) would be in their sixties and above.

I was very lucky to secure the services of Clive, who was in his mid
twenties and had worked for the local baker until recently, when he had
been lured away by promises of higher pay, better conditions and shorter
hours by a local publican who wanted to increase his food turnover.

The promises had come to nothing and when I told Clive that our opening
hours would be from 10am until 5pm seven days a week, but that he would
only be expected to work five of them, and, furthermore, that he could hire
his own assistant he jumped at the chance.

Clive was openly gay and I think he guessed that I was gay too, although I
am often undetected by people's gaydar.  He was red-headed, slim and very,
very graceful in his movements.  He lived a couple of streets away so
transport would not be a problem and, as he felt no loyalty to his present
employer, he was free to start immediately.

As far as his assistant was concerned, he knew of someone who was also
available who would fit the bill perfectly.  The man, who just happened to
share his flat (and his bed), was named Barry.  He was dark-haired and so,
so beautiful.  We met and approved of one another so the management team
was complete.  With a team of twelve full-time and part-time ladies we
opened on time and the tea rooms were a great success.

A couple of weeks later I paid a visit to the local doctor and while in the
waiting room I was approached by another man who introduced himself as
Geoff and he told me that he was the general manager of the theatre which
backed on to my property.  He said that he had argued on several occasions
with my aunts when they complained about the noise created when there was a
`get out' and a `get in' over a weekend.  This is when a show moves out of
a theatre and a new show moves in.  There is all the scenery, equipment,
props, lighting, costumes and the 1001 other things used in a theatrical
production and they all have to moved out of the theatre and the next lot
moved in.  Sometimes one show will finish on a Saturday night and the next
one will start on the following Monday, although it is more common to open
the new show on the Tuesday to allow time for at least one `run-through' so
the cast and techies can accustom themselves to their new surroundings.

This, of course, makes noise and my aunts never tired of complaining as it
upset their guests in the B&B.  I told Geoff that I would not be running a
B&B and the noise shouldn't be a problem.  As I was so understanding, he
said, he promised me that I could have free tickets for any shows I wanted
to see.

When I got in to see the doctor (Only for a flu jab I hasten to say) he
told me that his surgery lease was coming to an end and asked whether I
would consider him as a tenant for the corner shop.  I thought that it
might be a brilliant idea.  If his patients arrived early they could
frequent my tea rooms, or if they fancied a cuppa after their treatment I
was right next door.

The doctor moved in three weeks later, so that just left two flats to let
as I was now living in the third.

A few days later my two chefs came in looking rather down in the mouth and
told me that their landlord was selling the house where they lived and
required vacant possession, so he had given them a month's notice.  I
suggested they might consider living upstairs and they jumped at the
chance.  We discussed terms and they moved in shortly after.  So, just the
one flat to go, which I let a few weeks later to none other than Geoff, the
theatre manager.

Well, now you know about all the central characters in this story except
for two.  Those two are Marcus and Jeremy.  I have known them since they
were eight years old and they are the doctor's twin sons.  Their mother
died giving birth and they have been brought up solely by their father.
This story is written about the present time, i.e. five years later and the
twins are now approaching thirteen.  They are identical twins, 5'1" tall,
with dark blond hair, blue eyes, very athletic with quite broad shoulders
tapering to a very narrow waist.  Below their shorts they had blond hair on
their legs and I guessed that they were into puberty as their voices had
reached that gravelly stage, neither boylike nor manly.

The doctor rang me one day and asked whether we could meet as he wanted to
discuss something personal with me.  Even though he said it was personal I
could only guess that it was to do with the surgery.  We agreed to meet in
`The Lamb' a nice quiet pub on the outskirts of the town.

He was already there when I arrived and he asked me what I would like to
drink.  I said a lager, but he suggested I might like something stronger as
what he was about to ask me was a great favour and I might consider it a
liberty, or worse.

I ordered a large vodka and tonic and we sat in a quiet corner.

`Now Doctor, what's this all about?'  I asked.

`I think you'd better start calling me Jim', he said, `this is a personal
matter and nothing to do with my being a doctor.'

Jim started by asking me if I was gay.  I don't advertise the fact, but
neither do I make any secret of it, so I told him I was.

`Good' he said `I want you to do something for me which must remain a total
secret from my patients, or anybody who doesn't need to be involved.  As
you know, Marcus and Jeremy are now approaching their thirteenth birthday
and they've started asking me questions about sex.  Now, even though I'm a
doctor, I get pretty embarrassed about this sort of thing when it comes to
discussing it with my own boys, so I called on a friend of mine who is a
sex therapist to talk to the boys about it and his talk to them was a great
success, but now they're asking me about gay sex.  I don't want to fob them
off with what little I know, so I was wondering whether you ...' he tailed
off.

`Wow, Jim, that's a great responsibility and I don't know whether it's
something I could take on.  You obviously are hoping that your boys are
straight and I don't think I could explain things to them without being
prejudiced in favour of homosexuality.  Also the only way you can really
discover the true joys of gay sex and the love that you can feel for
another man or boy is by witnessing the act or taking part in it yourself.
I would have to scout round for the right film to show them which would
show the sex act without lewdness, bad language or violence.  Those films
are few and far between, in fact I can't think of a single one offhand.'

`Oh, please Ian, you're the only person I can think of, the only person I
can trust with my boys.

`OK' I said `leave it with me, I'll make arrangements and I'll get back to
you and let you know when.  Would it be OK with you if the boys witnessed
the sex act?  I promise that they won't be asked to take part, neither will
they be made to do anything they don't want to, and I promise you that
they'll be free to leave at any time.'

`That sounds fair to me' he said `I can't deny that I know the boys
masturbate together already, but all boys do that.  You mentioned that you
thought that I hoped the boys were straight.  I don't care if they're
straight, gay or bisexual, as long as they've had the chance to choose for
themselves and that they're happy with their sex lives.'

We had another drink together during which we talked about everything and
nothing and I realised that once that Doctor/Patient barrier was down Jim
was a very pleasant chap and I hoped that we might become firm friends.

I had the beginnings of an idea in my head and when I got home I got home
that evening I went to see Clive and Barry and told them that I had a
favour to ask them.  I explained that total secrecy was imperative and that
if word got out, they would lose their jobs and their home.

They were, obviously, intrigued but worried about the consequences.
Eventually curiosity got the better of them and I explained that it was to
do with Marcus and Jeremy and what Jim had asked me to do.  I explained
that I wanted them to be my `illustrations'.  That I would explain the act
of gay sex to the boys, with all its attendant sensations and pleasures,
and that I would like them to match their actions to my narrative.

`Bloody hell' said Clive `You want us to perform in front of those gorgeous
boys?  I'll cum in seconds, I won't be able to contain myself.'

`You and me both' said Barry `I'm getting horny now thinking about it.'

`Well' I asked `What's your decision?'

`Clive looked at Barry and said `Well, I'm up for it if you are.'

Barry nodded and hugged Clive.  I gave them both a hug and I could feel
Barry's cock against my leg as I did so.  `I'll let you know the details as
soon as I can'. I said.

The next morning I was up and about early and got down to the tea rooms
before anyone else.  A couple of my ladies arrived at about 9am and started
getting the place ready for business.  Then at about 9.15 Clive and Barry
staggered through the door looking shattered.  `We can guess what you two
were up to last night' said Florrie as the boys staggered through into the
kitchen.  I followed the boys into the kitchen where they told me that the
anticipation of `performing' in front of the twins had driven them wild and
they had shagged each other silly all night.

Jim rang me mid morning and told me that he had had a word with the boys
and asked if we were free on Saturday afternoon.  I checked with Clive and
Barry and told him yes.  I suggested that the boys came to my flat at lunch
time and told Jim that I would return them home late in the evening.

I telephoned Geoff at the theatre (I forgot to tell you, Geoff has become a
great friend over the years and has spent many a night in my bed!) and
asked him whether I could have my usual box for Saturday night. (At the
back of the dress circle [or first balcony] is a private box seating 10
people. The box is rarely occupied so Geoff usually lets me sit there with
any friends I may want to take.)  I thought that I might take the twins and
my boys to the theatre after the `main event' in an attempt to diffuse any
embarrassment or awkwardness that may arise during the afternoon.

Saturday dawned dull and wet and I went next door to see how my boys were.
They were dashing around tidying the flat, especially the bedroom, and they
were an absolute bundle of nerves.  I told them to relax and take things
steady or they might have problems later.  They assured me that they would
be alright so I returned to my flat and prepared a light buffet so that we
could all eat between the afternoon's activities and our visit to the
theatre.

At 12.30 the doorbell rang and I opened the door to find Marcus and Jeremy
on the doorstep.  I invited them in and they seemed a little subdued and
more than a little embarrassed.  I explained to them what was going to
happen and they were astounded to hear that they were actually about to
witness two men making love in front of them.  Fortunately they seemed to
be delighted with the idea and quite excited.  I called next door and asked
my boys to come into my flat and introduced them to the twins.  There was a
little awkwardness, so I grabbed a couple of bottles of champagne from the
fridge and poured us all a glass or two, after which we all relaxed visibly
and the twins began to chat to Clive and Barry.  To save any confusion from
now on I'll call them `The Lovers' and `The Brothers'.

At two o'clock I called time on the chit chat and we went next door to the
lovers' flat.  We went into their bedroom where they had moved the
furniture so there was room for three chairs for the twins and myself to
watch the proceedings.

The lovers stood in front of us and I said to the Brothers that they were
not expected to get involved in the proceedings, that they didn't have to
do anything and that they could leave at any time, but if they wanted to
join in the action, they could.  I also said that they could ask me as many
questions as they liked but to try not to interrupt the lovers as it would
be difficult enough for them as things were.

I started the proceedings by explaining to the brothers that the lovers
were a couple and if it was permitted they would probably be married.  They
regarded themselves as engaged so this was not casual sex and that the
lovers had consented to this afternoon's `lesson'.

`There are many things that can trigger the sexual act,' I said `a touch, a
look, a word, but let's start today with a kiss.'

Barry gave Clive a kiss on the cheek and went to move away, but Clive
pulled Barry to his and kissed his lips, then Clive tried to move away bur
Barry pulled him back and kissed him on the lips.  This time neither moved
away, but when the kiss broke they gazed into each other's eyes, then
started kissing again, this time passionately.  I explained to the brothers
that this was `French kissing' and what it entailed and they grinned as if
they already knew.  `Even if this had not been planned, sex would by now be
uppermost in both lovers' minds.' I said.

The lovers started to unbutton each other's shirts and threw them to one
side, hugging chest to chest and rubbing hands over naked backs.

`Very often lovers will undress one another as part of the foreplay to sex'
I said and the lovers backed this up by reaching for each other's jeans and
unfastening them, then unzipping.  They both slipped their jeans down and
stepped out of them leaving them in their underwear.  Clive was wearing
boxers and Barry was wearing briefs.  It was obvious that both lovers were
sporting erections and the brothers were nudging one another and giggling,
much as schoolboys do.

The lovers continued to kiss for a while longer, then stepped out of their
jeans and lay on the bed.  Barry started to kiss Clive's chest, paying
particular attention to his nipples.  Jeremy asked why he was doing that as
he thought that this only happened with girls' nipples.  I explained that
the male nipple was also incredibly sensitive and would become erect when
stimulated.  He turned his attention back to the lovers but surreptitiously
slipped a hand inside his tee shirt to experiment with his own nipples.
When I looked at him a few seconds later his nipples were sticking out
noticeably and his other hand was resting in his lap, I think to hide the
beginnings of an erection.  I turned my attention to Marcus and spotted
that his nipples were now similarly erect.  Barry had worked his way down
Clive's body and was now kissing Clive's cock through his boxers.  I
thought I heard a little moan from one of the brothers and asked them if
they were OK.  They both nodded vigorously without taking their eyes off
the action.  Barry worked his way further down Clive's legs, kissing all
the way until he got to his partner's feet, which he spent some time over,
kissing and caressing.

I explained to the brothers that the feet were very sensitive and some
people had a fetish about them, but that this was not the case with the
lovers.  I also stressed that the lovers had spent a lot of time washing
their bodies for this afternoon's love making so that there would be no
unpleasant odours for their partner.

Barry worked his way back up to Clive's cock, then Clive carried out a
similar journey over Barry's body.

Marcus asked me why they didn't get naked straight away and I told him that
this was all part of the foreplay and that the anticipation of seeing each
other naked would make them even hornier.  `It certainly makes me horny' he
said without thinking and then blushed a deep shade of red.

`Look, Marcus' I said `whatever you say or do in this room will go no
further.  Your father swore us all to secrecy and we won't even be telling
him what's going on here.

Marcus looked distinctly relieved and adjusted his cock in his jeans.

Having completed his circumnavigation of Barry's body Clive used his teeth
to pull the waistband of Barry's briefs outward and the end of his uncut
cock appeared above the waistband.  As Barry lifted his bum off the bed
Clive pulled down his briefs and took them off, complete with a rather
large damp spot, placing them on the bed beside him.  Barry then removed
Clive's boxers which sported an equally large damp area and then they threw
a pair to each of the brothers.

The brothers were taken aback and I explained that the dampness was a
liquid known as precum and that they would probably already have
experienced this if they were masturbating regularly and had started
puberty.  Neither boy denied it, but I noticed that Jeremy raised the
garment to his nose and then nodded, as if familiar with the fragrance.

As the lovers started to masturbate one another I explained the basic
differences between manual, oral and anal sex and told them that we would
be witnessing all three this afternoon.  `You mean that one of them will
stick his cock up the other's arse?' asked Marcus, looking distasteful.

I nodded and said it was all part of gay sex and told him to remember that
these men were true lovers, not casual acquaintances, and that some
heterosexual men and women also practised anal sex.


The lovers slowly brought on another to a climax and as they knew one
another so well it was quite easy for them to time it so that they orgasmed
together.  As they both shot their first loads all over each other Marcus
said `Wow, that was some shooting!' while Jeremy just nodded sagely at his
brother's comment and adjusted his cock within his jeans.

`If you're uncomfortable please feel free to take your jeans off, boys,
we're all the same under our clothes.'

`Only problem is we don't wear underpants at the weekends' said Jeremy.'

`Well, the offer still stands' I said, make yourselves comfortable and
there's a box of tissues on the table if you need them.

The lovers were in the process of licking one another clean before we moved
on to phase two of the afternoon, but the brothers made no comment about
this.  Could they, I wondered, be in the habit of eating their cum?

I left the room to get another bottle of champagne to keep the relaxed
atmosphere going and when I returned the lovers were sitting up on the bed
explaining to the brothers that as you got a little older (they were only
in their twenties remember) it took a little longer to recover from your
orgasm before you started working on the next one.  `I'm sure a glass of
champagne will help' I said and handed them round.

Champagne consumed, Clive started playing with Barry's soft cock and slowly
moved himself down the bed so that his face was level it.  As he played
with Barry's balls in and out of his fingers he gently licked the length of
Barry's rapidly hardening cock and as he flicked his tongue over the piss
slit Barry gave an involuntary shudder and moaned loudly.  Both boys sat on
the edge of their seats as the head of Barry's cock slowly disappeared
inside Clive's mouth.  `Oh, gross' I heard Marcus say.

`Have you ever tried this yourself Marcus?' I asked him.

`Oh, no, I don't think I could' he said.

`Trust me' I replied, `you don't know what you're missing, either on the
giving or receiving end.

`I'm sure it wouldn't be too bad' remarked Jeremy `after all, you eat my
cum'

`Oh, Jeremy!' exclaimed Marcus as if a great secret had been revealed.
Marcus looked at me as if he expected me to decry his behaviour.

`Oh, come on boys, we've all experimented in youth to a greater or lesser
degree.  There is a saying that ninety eight percent of teenagers admit to
masturbating and the other two per cent are bloody liars.'

The boys laughed, the atmosphere lightened and all attention returned to
the lovers who were now well into their oral sex.  Without removing his
lips from Barry's cock Clive athletically flipped himself around so that
they were now in the `69' position and Barry hungrily took Clive's cock
into his mouth.  Barry's entire length disappeared into Clive's mouth.  The
brothers were amazed that such a long cock could be accommodated in Clive's
mouth so I explained the art of deep-throating to the brothers.  They were
amazed at the technique and I could see the idea running through their
heads that they might like to try oral sex after all.

I said that if they watched videos of oral sex they would see that most of
the time the man being sucked would remove his cock from his partner's
mouth just before cumming so that the viewers could see the cumshot,
whereas in reality most men shot into their partner's mouth and most
partners either swallowed the cum or held it in their mouth and shared it
with their partner by kissing them (or sometimes both).

The brothers were now openly rubbing their cocks through their jeans and
Jeremy's breathing was becoming rather irregular, so I reminded him that
the tissues were on the table when he needed them.  This seemed to spur him
on as he unzipped his jeans, grabbed a tissue and within seconds he shot a
healthy load into the tissue and all over his hand.  Both of the lovers
witnessed Jeremy's eruption and continued their sucking with renewed
effort.  Marcus was doing his best to control himself but within a minute
or two he also yanked his jeans open but did not allow enough time to grab
any tissues.  His cum went all over his jeans and his hand but Jeremy saved
the day by kneeling in front of his twin and licking up his cum from his
jeans while Marcus cleaned his own hand in a similar manner.

I urged them to sit up quickly as I could tell the lovers were nearing
their second orgasm and I wanted the brothers to catch every detail.

Both lovers were now starting to lose control and were thrashing around on
the bed somewhat. There was a great deal of moaning going on and their
bodies started to stiffen, their toes curled and their loads were shot
within a few seconds of one another.  Both men swallowed some of the cum,
then immediately lay beside one another and shared the cocktail of cum
between them.

The brothers sat back exhausted from watching such intense sex.  Neither of
them had zipped up their jeans and they were both still hard.  I suggested
that they strip off as the most intense part was still to come.  I offered
to turn up the heating but they told me they felt pretty hot already and I
really wasn't surprised.

Both lovers decided that they needed a pee and disappeared from the bedroom
and I suggested the twins might like to straighten out the sheet on the bed
as it was rather wrinkled and creased, so they got up, took off their
sandals and slipped their jeans off.  They went one either side of the bed,
but before straightening the sheet they spotted a few areas where the
lovers' cum had shot on to the sheets.  They licked the cum off the sheet,
straightened it and tucked it in well in preparation for `Act 3'.

When the lovers returned they sat on the bed and chatted with the brothers
for a little while, holding hands and caressing each other with their free
hand.  As time went on the conversation became less and the touching led to
kissing and then Clive turned Barry over on to his stomach.  I explained to
the brothers that gay men are either `top' or `bottom' or `versatile',
explaining the difference, and everything it entailed.  I explained that
Clive was a `top' and Barry was a `bottom'.  By this time Clive had Barry
on his hands and knees and was gently caressing his cheeks and then slowly
ran a finger down Barry's crack causing Barry to buck and utter a little
scream of delight.

I looked at the brothers and they were both very hard and watching every
move.  When Clive bent down, prised Barry's cheeks apart and put his tongue
into his crack both boys reacted with disgust and vowed that they would
never lick another person's arse.  I asked them both whether they had ever
had their arse licked and they said no.  I explained that the arse was a
very sensitive and erotic part of the body and asked if either of them
wanted to feel what it was like.  Marcus declined but Jeremy said he
wouldn't mind so I invited him to stand next to his chair while I knelt
behind him and copied (as far as I could) exactly what the lovers were
doing.  Within seconds Jeremy was in heaven, moaning and pushing himself
harder into my face.  I opened his cheeks further and concentrated on his
little hole, almost sending Jeremy into a frenzy.

`Oooooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, yes' said Jeremy `Marcus, you wouldn't
believe how this feels.  I'd willingly lick anyone's arse if I knew I would
be getting the same thing back'.

Jeremy turned round to me, kissed me gently, thanked me for what I had done
and sat down (gently).  I could tell that Marcus was torn between giving in
and maintaining his refusal.  In the end he came and stood in front of me
and I repeated with him what I had done with Jeremy.  If anything Marcus
was even more responsive than Jeremy and I think he almost ejaculated.
There was certainly a lot of precum which hung like string from his cock.

As Marcus copied Jeremy's kiss and sat down Clive reached for a tube of KY
and began to coat his cock and Barry's sphincter.  I explained to the
brothers that the lovers were used to one another, but when preparing for
anal sex it was advisable to `loosen up' your partner's love tunnel with
first one, then two, and sometimes even three or four fingers.  They looked
at me wide-eyed as if to say `firstly you want us to lick arse, then you
want us to stick fingers up there!'

Attention soon returned to the lovers as Barry started moaning as Clive
pushed his glans against his hole, then as he relaxed his muscles Clive
slipped inside.  Both boys were now leaking precum copiously and slowly
masturbating.  Although both lovers had already cum twice, I think that
seeing the brothers masturbating while watching them stimulated them to
such an extent that they were ready to cum pretty quickly.  As the lovers
sped up their action so the brothers sped up their hand action.  Barry was
the first to cum with his anal orgasm, with no stimulation to his cock at
all.

`Bloody hell' said Marcus, `he came without being touched'.  I explained
about the prostate and its effects when stimulated and just as I finished
Clive finally surrendered to his orgasm and then collapsed on top of Barry
just as the twins had to make further use of the tissues!!

I told the brothers that we should give the lovers some time to themselves
so we adjourned to my flat for a bite to eat and I told the lovers to join
us when they were read as the twins had to make further use of the
tissues!!

I told the brothers that we should give the lovers some time to themselves
so they dressed quickly and we adjourned to my flat for a bite to eat and I
told the lovers to join us when they were ready.

I left the boys alone in the sitting room while I went to make a pot of
coffee and I could hear them discussing the events of the afternoon and
although I could not hear what they were saying they certainly seemed to
have a lot to say.

When I went back into the sitting room Jeremy asked me `What are you Ian?
Are you a top or a bottom?

`Yes' said Marcus `or are you versatile?'

`Well,' I said `I'm fairly versatile but I much prefer to be a bottom,
which suits my present boyfriend as he is very definitely a top.'

`Oh, you've got a boyfriend' said Jeremy `do we know him?'

`Maybe' I said `Do you know Geoff who lives above your dad's surgery and
runs the theatre?

`Oh yes,' said Marcus `But we didn't know he was gay'

`Well, you can't always tell.' I said `We're not all raving queens or
limp-wristed and camp.'

Just as I said this the lovers joined us and smiled apprehensively and
seemed to be a little embarrassed now they had their clothes on.

Jeremy broke the ice by saying `Thank you so much for this afternoon, we
both admire you tremendously and think that there is no way that we could
ever have learned so much in so short a time.'  He hugged them both, as did
Marcus and the four of them started chatting as if they had known each
other all their lives.

Well, here we are, almost eight pages into a story called `At the Theatre'
and we're only just about to take the short walk to the building in
question.  I hadn't realised when I arranged the visit, but we were about
to see an amateur production of J.B. Priestley's `An Inspector Calls'.
Now, I have the greatest respect for amateur theatrical companies and even
dabbled myself in my younger days, mainly with Gilbert and Sullivan, but
sometimes with more recent musicals, but I know what our local amateur
companies are like and I knew that we were in for a night of wooden
performances, phoney accents and the occasional smile when things went
wrong as they undoubtedly would.

We were ushered into our box by the General Manger himself, a.k.a. my
bedmate, Geoff.  Let me describe Geoff to you.  He is 5'10" tall and the
first thing you notice about him is that he is extremely pale.  He has
very, very tight ginger curly hair cut short, a Roman nose but otherwise
quite undistinguished features.  He is of average build, quietly spoken and
rather unprepossessing altogether.  You may ask what I see in him.  Well,
that only comes to light when he removes his trousers because his cock
reaches almost to his knees, even when soft, with a perfect triangle of
more tight ginger curls above.  If he wears underpants he has to somehow
curl it up inside, and then he has such a bulge that he feels very
self-conscious, so he normally just lets it hang down his left leg where it
doesn't notice so much.

The first time I saw him naked I thought `No way can I ever take his whole
length' but it's amazing what you can accommodate if you put your mind to
it, and he does not really grow in length or girth when he gets an
erection, he just sort of stiffens up.

Anyway, enough about Geoff, We took our seats in the box, bought some
programmes and something to munch on through the performance and arranged
the chairs so that I was in the middle with the lovers to my left and the
brothers to my right.  There was a small table at the back of the box where
we could put our pre-show and interval drinks and thick curtains which we
could draw across the front of the box for privacy during the interval.

The theatre was pretty full by the time the lights went down and the
curtain went up on a typical amateur set, scenery painted by the company
and furniture and costumes begged, borrowed or stolen from all and sundry.

About half an hour into the performance my attention began to wander and I
glanced at the lovers who were sitting hand in hand.  When I glanced at the
brothers I saw that they were anything but bored as each had a hand in the
other's lap and it wasn't keeping still!!

Marcus realised that I was looking at them and quickly removed his hand.  I
whispered to him that their activity was more entertaining than what was
happening on stage, whereupon he replaced his hand and blew me a kiss.  A
few seconds later I heard a zip being unfastened and Jeremy's cock sprang
from its confines.  Marcus slipped to the floor and knelt in front of
Jeremy and took hold of his cock, rubbing it gently.  Inside the box we
could see everything that was going on, but nobody could see from outside
unless they actually stood and looked over the wall separating us from the
rest of the dress circle.  The lovers had noticed what was going on and all
attention to the play was forgotten.  By this time Marcus had Jeremy's cock
in his mouth and Jeremy was already breathing erratically and squirming in
his chair.  He was moaning quietly and I whispered that he should be very
quiet or he would draw attention to what was happening.

The lovers stood and quietly drew the curtains across the front of the box,
fortunately there was a very dim emergency light glowing and we were all
able to see what was going on.  They were very thick and would certainly
help to muffle any sound.

`Oh G...G...G...God I'm c..c..c..cumming Jeremy said as the rest of us
surrounded them.  He shot his load into Marcus's mouth and Marcus swallowed
about half of it, then stood and kissed Jeremy to share the other half with
his twin.

`Bloody hell, that was amazing' said Jeremy when he recovered.  He kissed
his brother and thanked him, whereupon Marcus took hold of his own steely
cock and said `My turn now', whereupon they swapped places and Jeremy went
down on his twin.  My own cock was rock hard watching this performance and
I could see that the lovers were both sporting bulges in their trousers.
Just as Marcus started to moan with pleasure the door of the box opened and
Geoff came in.

`Fucking hell.' he whispered, `That's what's going on.  Someone in the
audience told an usherette that he thought somebody was ill in the box
because he could hear moaning.  I came in to make sure everything was OK,
but I see that it is.  He came and stood next to me, enjoying the
alternative performance and I couldn't help rubbing down the inside of his
left leg where I knew his cock would be.  `You bastard' he said `but don't
stop.'

I unzipped his flies and put my hand down inside to stroke his to erection,
then I unfastened his waistband and his trousers dropped to his ankles.
The lovers gaped at his cock and their jaws dropped.  Marcus did a double
take and looked from Geoff's cock to me as if to say `You lucky bugger'.
Jeremy caught sight of it out of the corner of his eye and actually took
his lips off Marcus's cock while he admired it.

I knelt before Geoff and took him in my mouth and slowly deep-throated him
so that I took his entire length.  `Fucking hell' said Marcus, who was
already bucking and writhing, and I think that the sight of me taking such
a huge cock sent him over the edge.

The lovers were standing at the back of the box and Barry had his back to
the wall while Clive was kissing him and rubbing his body up against him.
Just as Marcus reached orgasm the house lights came up and we realised that
it was the interval.

We quickly made ourselves presentable, although there were tents in most
trousers, as our drinks were brought in.  I got the impression that the
male attendant guessed what had been going on and said `Is there er,
anything else I can do for you?' with raised eyebrows.  I looked at him and
said `Not now, maybe later' and he smiled, nodded and left.

We cooled off a little as we had our drinks, although it was obvious from
the brothers' tents that they were ready for more action during act two.

Geoff came in himself and removed the drinks tray, then returned to our
box, having organised the staff to clear away during act two.

The house lights went down leaving just the emergency light glowing and
several zips were heard to be opened.  The brothers were already kissing
hard, as were the lovers.  Geoff placed a chair against the door of the
box, which would not prevent the door from being opened, but would hamper
anyone's entry.

To my delight Marcus was on all fours with Jeremy behind him trying to
summon up the courage to put his face into Marcus's arse.

`Start by fondling him with your hands,' I told him `the rest will follow
instinctively'.

Geoff's arms appeared around me from behind as he whispered in my ear
`How's this for fondling?' as his hands disappeared inside my shirt, then
slowly lowered to my waistband and beyond.  I could feel the hardness of
his cock against my arse and I almost came straight away.

During all this the lovers were on the other side of me and were now
`69ing' with some force.  Their moans of contentment were becoming louder
as were Marcus's, whose arse was now being eaten unashamedly by Jeremy.

All this action around me really turned me on, but I was suddenly aware of
the box door opening and the male attendant who had served our drinks
entered, the chair in the doorway proving no deterrent at all.  His eyes
grew wide, as did his smile, when he saw our activity, but he had come to
fetch Geoff as there was some sort of staff problem which needed his
attention.  I knew that Geoff was embarrassed that a member of his staff
should see him with his trousers round his ankles and I knew from his
muffled apology to me that he was very unhappy with being interrupted.  He
dashed off to sort out the problem, but the attendant stayed, saying
`Perhaps there's something I can do for you now?'

He was twentyish, quite short (say 5'6") with short hair and quite a
handsome face.  His hands cupped the cheeks of my arse and I turned towards
him and started to undo his belt, then I felt his cock through his trousers
and it was rock hard.  He was having a good look at what the lovers and the
brothers were doing and I could feel his cock twitching as he became more
and more aroused.  I unzipped his trousers and, to my delight, his cock
sprang out as he wore no underwear.  I dropped to my knees and pulled his
trousers down so I could play with his arse as I sucked his cock.

Jeremy was getting close to orgasm with Marcus's attentions to his arse
becoming more and more intense and his excited moans were getting very loud
indeed.  I put a finger to my lips and made the `Sssshhh' sound, but the
poor boy could not contain himself.

My partner was beginning to moan himself as I continued the blow job, so I
slipped a finger inside his arse and was rewarded with a stream of precum,
which tasted unbelievably good.  I continued my ministrations and before
long I felt his cock swell in my mouth and his arse gripped my finger
tight.  As he shot his load into the back of my throat, so Jeremy let fly
and his cum shot all over the curtains and the floor of the box.  He seemed
to lose consciousness for a few minutes just as my partner's knees buckled
and they both ended up on the floor gasping for breath.

Geoff returned to the box and was surprised to see his attendant on the
floor, still dripping cum and looking rather the worse for wear.  `I
suppose you're responsible for this' he said to me `and I've been trying to
get inside Aaron's trousers for months.'

He smiled at the attendant who said `If I'd known how big your cock was I'd
have invited you in long ago!'

Well, all good things must come to an end and as the play on stage drew to
a close so we slipped quietly out of the box and left the theatre.  The
brothers bade farewell to the lovers as they got into my car for the
journey home.  The brothers were fairly quiet for the journey, which only
took a few minutes and when we pulled up outside the house they thanked me
profusely for arranging the day for them and kissed me gently on the lips.
I told them that if they ever had any problem they were to contact me
immediately.  We bade our farewells and I returned home to find Geoff had
let himself into my flat.

`Well,' I said to him `It'll be awfully quiet with just the two of us'.

`Er, well not just the two' he said `I've brought you a present' and with
that, Aaron entered the room.

`Ah,' I said `I think we might be in for a long, hot night.


The Colonel

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