You just never know. I had never really thought about gay sex (well except for that one fantasy at my desk one slow afternoon, thinking about the guy i knew was gay at my church. he was a little fat, but i imagined that his cock was proportionately fat, and the thought of it filling my mouth, my tongue spinning laps around it turned me on so bad I had to go to the bathroom before my afternoon break). but it was a one-time phenomenon, and i figured it was just a lack of sex.

Then several months later, another guy at church, who I had chatted casually with about our mutual interest in photography, calls me up and says, “I’m in a play at the lambda playhouse. Can you take some shots for my portfolio? Oh, and I have a long nude soliloquy. Do you mind ?” Not wanting to seem a prude, I said, “Sure, I’ll be there.”

I was nervous as hell when I got there for the dress (well, undress) rehearsal, but once the play began, and was itself a series of fantasies acted out, I felt warmth and rigidness in my crotch, and had to pinch myself to keep my mind on the fact I was there as a photographer.

When it was all over, I went up to join the cast, and congratulate my friend. He was standing there in a bathrobe, and reached out to hug me. I hugged him, and felt that warmth return to my swelling cock. Then the hug was over in an instant, and I thought, “Damn, he was naked under that robe—what an opportunity I missed.” But I was determined to recapture that opportunity, so I stayed until everyone else had dressed and gone, and went back up to the stage to congratulate him again.

“Damn Jodie, you were great,” I enthused, holding my arms out for another hug. He opened his arms wide without hesitation, and as he did, the loosely draped belt of his robe loosened even more, and a gap appeared, showing chest, and as I looked downward, a rising little dick, almost identical to mine. As we hugged this time, I ran my hands inside the robe, rubbing his chest on the way, as they glided and kneaded their way around to his ass cheeks, which I clenched tightly, as I pulled him chest-to-chest close with me. His lips were parted, preparing to say something, but he was too slow. I smothered them with my lips, and as I enjoyed thoroughness of their response, I also noticed the pressure of his rigid cock on my belly. Without even noticing, I had lifted him up, and he had wrapped his legs around my waist. His calves were rubbing my ass cheeks, and I was getting too hot to stand and hold him while trying to concentrate on all these sensations. One of the props of the play, fortunately, was a bed, and I carried him to it, dropping him, standing, at its edge, so I could pull that robe from his shoulders and arms, and kneel before him.

I took the head of his cock between my lips and kneaded it gently, playing with the peehole teasingly with my tongue. Then, as I swirled my tongue around the head, I slid my lips further down the shaft, taking it all in my mouth, as it poked at my throat. Now he had my long hair twirled tightly in his fingers, and was bobbing on his cock with gusto, and noises of appreciation. I moved my hands from his ass cheeks to his balls, gently massaging and juggling them, as I continued to swirl and suck his cock. As I tasted the precum on my tongue, he reversed pull on my hair, to pull me off his throbbing cock, and said “I want to come inside your ass, please.”

At that point I was joyfully obliging, so I turned and touched my toes, and felt my rock hard cock point backward between my legs toward him. Much to my surprise, joy, and ecstasy, instead of just working his precum laden cockhead into quivering asshole, he knelt behind me, and explored that asshole with his strong and talented tongue. Now I was every bit as much on the verge as he, so I spun around and lifted him onto the bed, and lowered myself onto his ready and waiting cock. As I arched and rocked on his, slapping my ass cheeks on his thighs, I tweaked his nipples, and licked my lips, while he licked his, smiled, and gave an incredible two-handed massage to my cock.

I could tell by the increased pressure and speed of that massage he was about ready to explode, and I rocked and arched all the harder to, feeling him fill my grateful asshole with every stroke. In only a few dozen more strokes we both came. As I felt his cum wads ricocheting up my ass, I watched mine spray across chest, where I massaged them into his nipples, and onto his face, where he licked them up with relish.

We went on like that for at least another hour, finally passing out there on the stage-prop bed. And that’s where the custodian found us in the morning, and gave us each a sweet nuzzle on the head as a wake-up call. Needless to say, I am very supportive of my new friend’s thespian career, and we’ve tried out both of our own beds, and every other available surface, occasionally with our new friend the custodian as a playmate and companion.