Date: Sat, 29 Jan 2022 15:18:00 +0100 (CET) From: karcamel@tutanota.com Subject: AFTER THE PREMIERE Part 1 (Gay, Adult Encounter) The author is not a native English speaker, however, I hope you can still enjoy the reading experience. Your comments or suggestions are always welcome. Please direct them to karcamel@tutanota.com. ------------- All of us enjoy the stories posted here so please support Nifty. http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html ------------- Story codes; Gay, Adult Encounter ------------- AFTER THE PREMIERE Part 1 I acted in a small amateur theater in a small town right next to my hometown. The theater was not very large, with less than a hundred seats, but they were often filled because there was not much other entertainment on offer in the locality. And on the other hand, our theater had a better reputation than usual as an amateur stage. I was in my fifties, a little belly-ridden and bald, often got responsible roles, and this play was no exception. I am a man of repentance who is attractive to women and completely heterosexual, but the reality is much more complicated, but I did not tell anyone about it. The play took place during World War II and featured a few soldiers and a handful of nurses. Drama at its best. Now the play had been completed, and the premiere had gone great. And as usual, the entire production crew was left in the theater to spend the party. There was good food to eat and of course lots to drink. During the evening, our director, Mark, whispered in my ear; "Are you staying in town for the night?". I was from another location and didn't have a car. Naturally, I wouldn't have been able to drive after a few whiskeys and gin tonic. "Of course." I answered. "The studio has room for you if you need to." The director was a man a couple of years younger than me. A man of normal weight and he was balding on his head, known as a pure gay. The theater building housed many small businesses, and our director had a small photography studio in the same complex. And since the director wasn't local either, he had a small sleeping area with a narrow double bed for long sessions. While doing the play, I had a crush on one of my nice female colleagues. She lived in the locality and a few hundred yards from the theater itself. The girl was short but extraordinarily sweet and pretty. As the party grew older, she began to get closer to me, and at some point it got hot to the point where we found each other in the same restroom kissing passionately. I sat on the toilet bowl with the girl in my arms, my cock hard and she whispered in my ear; "Do you have a ride home?" "No, I thought I'd stay here, Mark promised to make room in the studio and then drive me home in the morning." I answered. "For Mark's studio for the night, aha, are you fagot?" Susan said with a laugh. " "You know I'm not; it's just more practical that way." "Yeah, yes, I notice that you're a real Casanova, always teasing us girls. I would also have room for you if you are interested. " "Would you? Well, hell, I'm interested in it. " My cock hardened even more when I thought about how I would fuck that treat. "Ok, don't let anyone notice, then there will be no talk. Then you follow when the people start to leave here, okay? " "That's what we do." I replied and we kissed again passionately. The evening dragged on, the actors fooled around drunk making various impros on stage. Everyone had fun and no booze was spared. Susan and I shared horny gazes to each other when the others didn't see. At some point in the evening our director sat down next to me, he handed me a beer and was curious; "How has the evening gone, has it been fun?" "It's a lot of fun. We have an incredible team ranging from the tech crowd and the actors to the director." "Do you like my style to do this job?" Mark asked. "Yep, you're definitely one of the most skilled instructors I've ever worked with." I answered. "You and Susan have something going on?" "If this is left between us, then rightly noticed, I think the real fucking festivals are coming tonight." "Hmmm. Sex in mind. There is nothing wrong with that, I always start wanting to have sex when I drink. " Mark said and I felt him put his hand on my knee as if by accident. I didn't react to it in any way, and let his hand be in it, for some reason it felt pretty arousing. Mark looked the other way as a few of my acting colleagues fooled around with each other. He started moving his hand on my thigh, and I let it happen, no one couldn't see under the table. I noticed how my pulse was getting fiercer. Mark's hand slid to my inner thigh and I felt how it slowly rose higher towards my crotch. I didn't do anything to stop him, the situation started to get really arousing. "Right here, Mark!" my actress friend Tim shouted and interrupted the strange situation. "One more is required for this play, and the director has earned his role." Tim continued. Mark got off the table and went to play. As he got up, I couldn't help but notice how the front of his pants bulged. During the evening, he stroked me from the bum and elsewhere whenever the opportunity came and the eyes of others could not see. I let it happen. Eventually, the evening arrived at the point that it was time to end the party. The crew began to gather on the hangers and pull on their jackets. Everyone was more or less drunk. Susan looked me in the eye and smiled. She nodded her head to the side, signaling I remember to follow her from a little distance. I nodded back. In the yard, the crowd began to disperse, and I stood under the canopy. Susan went slowly in her own direction. I thought the situation was right, and went after her. I thought about how horny our hustle and bustle had been in the toilet, but on the other hand, I also thought about the messages given by Mark. Mark would also have a place to stay. I had seen there was a small bed, it would be really cramped for two big men. I noticed how the thought made my lower head grue. As I walked towards Susan, that little candy, I started to ponder things. I would definitely get a hard ride from Susan, but Mark had also given the message that more than just a date with a sandman could happen in his studio. I wanted sex, hot sex, and finally I decided what to do. I came to Susan and put my hand on her shoulder. "Susan, I think it's like I shouldn't come to you now. Mark said he could drive me home in the morning through my mother. I don't see my mother often because I don't have a car. " I lied. "Oh fuck. You're not serious! " "That's the way it is now. And would it be wise for us to ruin our friendship with drunken sex? I'm really sorry. " I said and gave her a kiss on the cheek, then I headed back towards the theater. Mark was in the hall cleaning the tables. I watched the man from a distance and felt the passion grow. I coughed loudly. Mark turned to look, and a startled but happy grin spread across his face. "You didn't go with Susan?" "No, I didn't." Mark walked over to me and wiped his thinning hair. He stepped right in front of me, our noses were facing each other, and he said; "Coming to bed in the studio?" "That's what I was thinking," I said in a hoarse voice. "If there's room in it." "Definitely for you." Mark answered and raised his hand to my hips. He pressed against me, and I felt his hardened penis against mine. He began to spin his hips as the rock-hard cocks made acquaintance through the denim. Without saying a word, we headed for his studio with our hands on each other's shoulders. The studio door closed and Mark turned to me, snatching my shirt off with one quick pull. He kissed my neck and descended, sucking and licking my skin until he stopped at my nipple. He bit the nipple that had hardened as he sucked it. I heard the belt of his pants tinkle as he began to take off his jeans, and soon they flew on the table with one kick. Then he grabbed my leather belt and pulled it open. He spun the buttons of my Levis jeans one by one out of the buttonholes. My loose jeans dropped into my ankles and I kicked them in the corner. There we stood, two males in our panties, both spotted with pre-cum in front. I grabbed his shirt hem and pulled the shirt off. Mark began to move his hips against me. We looked down as the stiff genitals covered in a thin cloth hugged each other. Mark pulled the front of both of our panties down behind the balls, and our bare dicks touched each other. Moist shiny penis tips shared fluids. I grabbed my rod and started spinning it against Mark's. Mark did the same, and the wet cocks kissed each other. It was insanely arousing, and I was afraid I would cum to that place. Mark's cock was magnificent and much bigger than mine. It was at least 7.9 inches long and as thick as a red bull can. It was veined, and a plush glans crowned all the splendor. I bowed to my knees in front of him and pulled his panties down. I licked the tip of his penis and tasted the salty sticky liquid that flowed from it. I sucked a big dick head in my mouth and started spinning my tongue around it. After a while, I dipped that huge piece of meat deeper and deeper into my mouth and started moving my mouth around it. "Aahh," Mark sighed. You must have done this before? " "Uhu. I could only say massive cock in my mouth. "Have you done anything else?" "Uhu." I answered again. "Have you taken it in your ass?" The same answer, "Uhu." I had indeed gotten a rod in my ass a couple of times, but never nearly as big as Mark had. He pulled himself out of my mouth and took me on the narrow bed. Without saying anything, he took a large tube of lubricant from the drawer. He smiled at me and was a little scared. To be continued.