October 2006

Do you have any problems with appearing nude on stage?” the director asked. They were alone in the theatre, the director, Ed, standing at the edge of the stage as he watched Mario performing his audition piece.

“Not at all,” Mario said. He moved his hands to the buttons on his shirt and then hesitated. Ed nodded, and Mario began to strip. He pulled off his shirt, flexing his pecs under his hairy chest, and then dropped his jeans.

“All the way,” Ed said, as Mario stood there in his tight white briefs. They did nothing to hide the size of his bulge, and Ed licked his lips.

Mario grinned and hooked his fingers in the waistband of his briefs, kicking them off. Did he mind being naked in public? Hell no. He would have walked around nude all day if he could have. And showing off for Ed, who was pretty good-looking, was no chore at all. His cock was semi-erect already, bobbing in the cool air of the theatre as it continued hardening.

Ed put down the clipboard he had been making notes on and walked forward. Mario was cupping his balls, rolling them between his fingers gently as his dick continued to lengthen and harden, standing up against his stomach. Ed trailed his fingers lightly up the underside of Mario’s thick cock, moving along the vein on the underside up to the glans and tracing the swollen, ridged head. “I can see why you wouldn’t be ashamed to show this off,” Ed smiled, squeezing Mario’s cockhead lightly.

Mario groaned, the quiet sound multiplied in the empty theatre. A tiny pearl of pre-cum came from the slit at the tip of his prick and eased its way down until Ed caught it on the tip of his finger. He lifted it to his mouth, licking it off.

“Tease,” Mario said with a smile. He moved his hands from his heavy balls, resting them on his hips, offering his prick to Ed. Ed pulled up a chair and sat down in front of Mario, caressing his flat stomach and muscled thighs before running his palm up and down Mario’s dick.

“I never tease,” Ed said. He pulled Mario’s prick towards his mouth, pushing the skin down around the base, making it tight and firm before he took the head in his mouth, sucking on it like candy. Mario groaned again, pushing his hips forward so more of his shaft penetrated Ed’s mouth. Ed worked his lips tightly around Mario’s shaft as he moved his hand down to his own straining cock, pulling it out of his pants.

“Oh yeah, let me watch you jerk off while you suck me,” Mario breathed. He looked down at the erotic sight in front of him, Ed’s eyes closed while his mouth slid up and down Mario’s dick, his hand doing the same on his own cock. He was jerking with a long, slow, twisting motion, pressing his tongue on the underside of Mario’s cockhead at the same time, coaxing out drop after drop of pre-cum.

Mario closed his eyes too, imagining that Ed was blowing him in front of an audience full of people. His balls were tightening up and he looked down again, hearing the applause of the audience as Ed began to come. His cock jerked in his grasp, sperm jetting out of the tip and landing on Mario’s hairy legs. He never missed a beat, kept sucking Mario’s prick for all he was worth as he flicked his tongue along the underside.

“I’m coming,” Mario shouted, his voice echoing through the theatre. Ed pushed his mouth all the way down Mario’s rod, taking the head into the back of his throat as it started to throb. Mario shot ropes of jism down Ed’s throat, gulping it down.

When he had finally drained Mario’s dick, Ed sat back, his limp, sticky prick still in his hand. “So do I get the part?” Mario asked with a wink.

Ed laughed. “Why don’t you come back tomorrow for a callback, and we’ll talk about it then?”

This guy sticks his head into a barber shop and asks, “How long before I can get a haircut?” The barber looks around the shop and says, “About 2 hours.” The guy leaves.

A few days later the same guy sticks his head in the door and asks, “How long before I can get a haircut?” The barber looks around at shop full of customers and says, “About 2 hours.” The guy leaves.

A week later the same guy sticks his head in the shop and asks, “How long before I can get a haircut?” The barber looks around the shop and says, “About an hour and a half.” The guy leaves.

The barber looks over at a friend in the shop and says, “Hey, Bill, follow that guy and see where he goes.” In a little while, Bill comes back into the shop laughing hysterically.

The barber asks, “Bill, where did he go when he left here?”

Bill looked up and said, “To your house.”