Chapter 6
At long last, it was time for our first full dress rehears-al and everyone was collected in one place, no more chasing around the city. The entire cast and crew was excited to finally be in the theater to see just how their separate efforts would blend into a combined whole.
The overture had begun, I had double checked to be sure the cast was in place, and had settled in behind my monitors to adjust my headsets and greet the crew. I love being on headsets when the show is running, the conversations always wild and crazy. No one pays much attention to the show after a while, the cues memorized, their jobs pretty much on auto-pilot. They depend on me or my assistant to call the show (give them warnings of upcoming cues, a standby just before it is to be executed, and a "go" when it is to happen). That leaves a lot of time for idle and interesting chatter. And it gets rather raunchy at times. The audience would be shocked to know what really goes on back stage, sometimes a better show than the one they're watching!
But during rehearsals, everyone stay alert, pays close attention while all the bugs are worked out and their jobs become etched in stone. That's why I was so shocked at the behavior of my six spotlight operators. I can't normally see them, being trapped behind my monitors to watch the action on stage, but the lighting technician had asked me to check a couple of his lights positioned below the balcony in the house. I turned the monitors and headset over to my assistant and moved to the wings to get a view. And what a view I got!
Six bare asses shined in the darkness, flashlights held to illuminate the naked bottoms of my follow spot operators. Hijinks like that are usually saved for the run of the show. But there they were. Some were big and round, others skinny and oval, there was hair, there was none, there were wide open cracks and clenched little lines. I couldn't believe my eyes.
I rushed back to the headsets. "What the fuck are you guys doing?" I asked dumbfounded.
"Just trying to relieve a little tension," crackled a voice over the headset.
"Just put your pants back on and behave. This is no time for tricks. Warning electrics 36."
I chastised them but inwardly enjoyed the display. There was such a variety, I couldn't decide which I like best. There's a lot to be said for fleshy, hairy cheeks that fill your hands and squish beneath your touch. But the feel of firm, smooth butts is equally as nice.
"Standby electrics 36. Warning sound 11. Follow spots, you go with electrics 36, if you can get your minds back on the show and out of the gutter."
"No problem, boss."
I hoped the little display hadn't affected the cast or we could all be in trouble. But the performers were all professionals, with the possible exception of Carla, and it would take a hell of a lot more than a few bare bottoms to rattle their concentration.
"Electrics 36 ... go. Standby sound 11." The monitors lit up with six follow spots right on target. A small sigh of relief removed my anxiety. These guys apparently had enough confidence in their abilities to do their jobs and play at the same time.
"Sound I ... go."
I had to place full concentration on the script as this number had a lot of cues in it and there was no time for chatting on the headsets. It was all business for the next few minutes.
The number ended, we had sailed right through it, and we now faced what seemed like an endless stretch of dialogue without cues.
"Hey, Sandy, this is Dave. What about my lights?"
"Sorry, Dave. I was distracted and didn't check. I'll do it now."
I once again turned the show over to my assistant and returned to the wings to check on Dave's lights. The flashlights were at work again. This time, however, the spot operators had turned to face me. Six dangling dicks were displayed for my ogling eyes. Six very different pieces of meat hanging over six very different sets of nuts. I took my time, and examined each one closely. Two were uncut, four cut to show very differently shaped heads. And their balls were as unique as their cocks, some hanging low with one lower than the other, some cinched up in tight, evenly bottomed sacs, some smooth and seemingly hairless, while others were wrinkled and massively covered.
It was really hard to gather any great detail from this distance, but I tried. I looked from one to the other, was fascinated by the diversity. Whoever said," If you've seen one, you've seen them all," was dead wrong! I had sort of presumed that a man's cock was relatively straight. But witnessing six of them at the same time, proved my assumption to be in error. A couple curved slightly, while one hooked right up from the center. It was hard to tear myself away, but I did have a job to do.
There was a lot of laughter and chuckles when I got back on the headset. "Very funny, guys," I said. "You don't really need me to check any lights, do you Dave."
"Not really. I hope you took a good, hard look, be-cause we got a challenge for you. Before the show, I switched all the spot ops around so no one's on their original follow spot."
"So what? They all have to learn each other's cues eventually."
"Right. But you're missing the point. Here's the challenge. Connect the right appendage to the right person. We'll check you after the show. Deal?"
"And what do I get if I get them right? Better yet, what do I get if I get them wrong?"
"We don't think you can do it. So, if you get them all attached correctly, you get $60, that's $10 a head. If you miss, we get the booby prize."
"The booby prize? You mean I have to flash my tits in front of that motley crew?"
"That's the deal. Come on, be a sport."
The thought was intriguing. Even if I lost, I wasn't giving up much. I could handle six guys staring at my naked tits, I think. But that old Kankakee modesty lounged at the back of my brain, told me I'd be too embarrassed to display my breasts to a crowd. I fought against it. Tits are only tits, a little extra flesh hanging from my chest. It's not like baring my pussy, something I knew I couldn't do.
"You got a deal," I announced, my modesty success-fully overcome. "Now put your dicks back in your pants and concentrate on the show."
I immediately set about my task. A couple of them were easily identified having seen both cocks and bottoms. Ray was the most heavyset of the group and had to have the biggest set of buns. Chris, on the other hand, was as skinny as a rail and his slender hips would instantly give him away. The rest were up for grabs.
I followed the script, called my cues, but my mind was elsewhere. Charlie, John, Bill, and Bobby. Four cocks without faces. I decided "the hook" had to belong to Bobby for I had noticed the constant bulge in his crotch, thinking he walked around with a perpetual hard-on. That left three. Charlie was blond, so should have the lightest colored pubic hair, assuming him a natural blonde. John and Bill were the toughies. They both had medium brown hair, were built almost identically, and this decision would be a real coin toss.
The show passed swiftly by as I concentrated on cock, each with a smiling face. I kept switching Bill's and John's faces between the two remaining clicks, one cut, one uncut. Then I remembered spotting a mole near the uncut cock and the problem was solved. John had a couple of moles near his neck and the uncut cock had to be his.
After rehearsal, which ran unexpectedly well, I met Dave and the follow spot operators in the prop room. Confidence perched proudly on my shoulders.
"Are you ready?" Dave asked.
"You got the money?" Dave nodded. "Then let's get on with it."
Dave doused the lights, cast us into total darkness. I heard belt buckles jingle, zippers scrape, and pants hit the floor. Flashlights sparked to life, lit up my six pronged challenge.
My pussy tingled at this close-up view, my eyes drinking in the details of a man's greatest possession. The sight of these six, limp dicks was a real turn-on.
"Turn around," I said, choking back my excitement. I needed to see their asses to begin my identification. They turned, showed me their bare butts and wiggled them playfully.
"Starting from my left, you're numbered one through six. You can turn back around now." I stood silently for a few seconds to let them think I was having trouble deciding which was which. Actually, I had them all pegged, but wanted to stare at their beautiful organs just a little longer. "Number one is Ray and number five is Chris. Right, Dave?"
"Right. But there's four more to go."
My pussy chewed on my panties as I correctly identified blonde Charlie as number four. Three down, three to go. The three most difficult to distinguish. I studied "the hook" intently, its head staring back at me. I tried to imagine the feel of the thing as it scraped the top of my cunt, assuming the hook remained when fully erect. Juices sopped into my panties at the imagined sensation, the pleasurable groove it would force into my flesh. "The hook, I mean, number six is Bobby."
"Right again. The hook, Sandy?"
"Yeah. Look at the way it curves up. That's what make Bobby look like he's always got an erection."
"Damn!" Bobby said. "This thing's always gettin' me in trouble."
"You're in the home stretch, Sandy. Keep guessing."
I searched the two remaining dicks for the telltale mole and there it was, a small, dark circle lounging beneath curling hairs above a slender, uncut dick. "Number two is John which makes number three Bill."
"How did you do that?" Dave asked incredulously.
"Guess I've got a good eye for cock. What about you? Why aren't you in on this little fiasco?"
"My dick's for private viewing only. I'm not as kinky as these jerkoffs."
"Too bad. Guess I'll just have to go on thinking you've got a dick the size of my pinkie. Pay up."
Dave handed me the $60 and I stuffed it into my jeans, my hand moving my pocket to fondle my trembling twat. I wanted to sample each and every one of the cocks so proudly displayed before me, but that wasn't part of the deal. I panicked. I had to figure out a way to have at least one of them! My pussy wouldn't accept anything less.
"Think what you want," Dave said. "I know what I've got and no one's ever complained. In fact, there's some-one waiting for it now. Until tomorrow, gentlemen. Good night, Sandy."
The flashlights clicked off as the door closed behind Dave. A rustling of clothes exploded in the inky darkness. No one spoke until a single flashlight lit up Bobby's face.
"We've got a surprise for you," he said, moving the light across his naked chest, down his stomach, into his crotch. His hand held his cock, slowly stroked it into a mounting erection. The other flashlights snapped on, all aimed at Bobby. He stood fully illuminated, jerking on his meat, bouncing his balls.
"What exactly do you guys have in mind?" I asked hesitantly, not at all sure I wanted the answer.
The lights swung around to cast their white beams up and down five more men in unashamed nudity, each working on his own building hard-on.
"Oh, hell," I said under my breath and headed for the door.
They blocked my exit. "Come on, Sandy," Charlie said," you can't leave us like this. That's not fair!"
"I hate to spoil your gang bang, but I'm just not into groups.
"All right, one at a time," Ray pleaded.
"Be good to us, boss," Bill added. "We've showed you ours, you show us yours."
"You guys mean business!" I said in a weak attempt to stall their advances. I wanted them and I didn't. One or two of them okay. But six? My mind reeled at the possibilities and my earlier confidence had totally evaporated. I couldn't take them all at once even if my pussy told me it could. It watched each cock grow to stunning rigidity, ached to climb aboard and hump it to glorious climax. My cunt might be able to concentrate on one dick at a time, my mind saw all six and balked at the thought.
They encircled me, trapped me within a prison of pounding meat. They weren't going to give me a choice and resistance seemed futile. This was a much greater challenge than I had expected. I knew I could show my tits, but they anticipated a whole lot more.
A pair of hands pulled my blouse out of my jeans and I braced myself for the inevitable. Somehow I'd worked it all out, singly or en masse, in pairs or a quartet. It was going to happen and I had to relax, bury modesty and concern. I shook my arms to cast off the remaining tenseness in my muscles and let them strip me.
"Be careful guys. Remember. I'm only human. I tear easily." That was the last I was allowed to say.
My naked body was attacked by hands, mouths, tongues, and nipping teeth. On my back, my tits, my ass, my legs, my pussy. Nothing escaped their wanton at-tack. I was taken around the world by lapping tongues, my body jiggling beneath their sensitive licking. Pleasure eased worry. Heat replaced fear. Desire replaced modesty. I was lowered to the floor, my back on a plush carpet, my arms and legs stretched out to my sides.
The flashlights were placed on the floor in a giant circle, cast eerie shadows across my body, made the whole affair seem surreal. Cocks and balls bobbed above me as the guys jerked and tugged, decided which area of my excited flesh each would claim. I watched in fascination. Special shadows danced over their pumping organs, swirling around nuts that flopped and wobbled and slammed into kissing thighs. It was a scene right out of a Polanski movie, a sequence to confuse the mind between what was happening and what was only imagined. But this was real, this was happening. And was exciting beyond words. My cunt pumped in the air awaiting the arrival of the first stab of hairy meat.
They all descended at once. Ray knelt next to my head, his cock zeroing in on my mouth. John sat on the other side of my head, beside me, offering his attentions. Bill and Charlie stretched out to either side, their mouths coming down on my tits. Bobby lifted my legs to let Chris stretch crossways beneath me, his foreskin well behind his glistening dickhead, ready to penetrate my wet lovehole. As soon as my legs were lowered, Bobby climbed on top, aimed "the hook" at my drooling snatch. Quivering ecstasy claimed my body as they hovered, waited in poised position to take me.
Ray's eyes were ablaze as he watched Bobby burying his fleshy ple in my molten snatch. Chris too and while Bobby and I entered into a warm wet world of raw flicking, he and Ray watched our every move while stroking their cocks slowly. Bill too joined in, and I was amazed to see that despite his slow rythmn, he was already drooling cum from his love stick. I think he, like the others, was wishing he were in Bobby's spot, plowing my cunt, dumping that pre-cum ooze into my bushy basket.
It's exciting to lie here fucking, yet still able to enjoy the wild thrill of watching these men play themselves into a frenzy. It occurred to me suddenly that the thrill was indeed a two-way one. Bobby and I providing their entertainment, their up-close sex show, while they in turn were driving me wild with the sight of their nakedness and all that pounding meat. Bobby and I are the focal point of a circle of masturbaters, all timing them-selves, holding back their orgasms so that when the time comes we will all cum together.
To our left, I suddenly see Charlie pulling on the shaft of his cock with both hands. My God, he's huge. He's holding that monster meat with his left hand at the base and his right hand above that, and there is still an inch or two of cock between that top hand and the knob of that incredible erection.
Beside him John is jiggling his smaller cock, a look of lust in his eyes and I know too that he is wishing he could replace Bobby in my snatch.
I've heard of circle jerks, but I must admit that this is the first one I've ever witnessed or taken part in.
And while I know it's hard to believe, I managed to study each one of those love sticks and the technique of each masturbator while being humped royally by Bobby and giving him all of my attention at the same time. Although it was never spoken, we had all somehow decided that my orgasm with Bobby would be the signal for everyone else to come. In this kind of circle jerk, timing is everything and everyone of the crew had his own system for that timing. Ray fondled his balls very delicately while performing his slow stroke.
Chris, who must have been bordering on orgasm, had stopped briefly and was only idly pulling the foreskin back and forth over the purple head of his dick. Billy and Charlie prefered not to stroke their cocks at all, but rather humped their hips back and forth, literally fucking their fists as though a woman stood in front of them.
John was obviously closer to his orgasm than the others. "You're not doing your bit," I kidded him. He was just standing there rolling his balls in his hand.
"Ready when you are boss!" he laughed. "Hell I've been drooling for five minutes now. "One hard whack and I'me off!"
Well, I thought to myself, if they're all primed and ready to go then I'd better concentrate on my own action. There's nothing like a good orgasm to clear tje mind, and there's nothing like the good fucking I was getting from Bobby on the floor to bring on a monster cum.
Bobby was giving it his all. He had my legs moved from where they had originally been wrapped around his waist right up over` his shoulders and was gliding that enormous Iovepole of his as far into me as it would go.
I felt the beginnings of an explosion deep inside my cunt and shifted my ass for maximum friction from, his cock.
I wasn't sure how close to exploding Bobby might be. So far he had given no signs of filling my pussy with that hot, sticky, wonderful love juice that I knew was building in his balls. I decided to urge him on. I knew he liked to hear me talk dirty, so I gave him a good earful of smut.
"Oh Bobby, give it to me. Give me all of that giant cock. I want you to fill my pussy with cum. I want you to shoot a load into me that will fill me up. I want you to fuck me until your cum is coming out my ears!"
That seemed to do the trick. He began to moan as he rode me faster and faster.
I reached behind him and between his legs and felt his balls riding high in his sack. They were fat and hairy and reacted to my touch with wild twitching.
I had Bobby right where I wanted him and decided that the time had come.
"The time to cum has come," I shouted to my pumping friends. "On the count of 10 I want this room knee deep in juice."
"Great!", the guys yelled back in unison, and we began our countdown.
"One!", Bobby grunted, driving his hard shaft right into the pubic hair.
"Two!", Ray shouted, stroking his foreskin back over the head of his glans.
"Three!" we all yelled together.
Then "Four! Five! Six! Seven! Eight! Nine!"
I missed the ten count and I expect the rest of the guys did too. There was one long scream of ecstacy out of each and every one of us.
Despite my blood rushing to my head and the searing hot orgasm ripping through my cunt, I managed to look at each one of the masturbators in that erotic circle.
Ray stood there letting his load drool doun over his fist which was still wrapped tight around his fuck pole.
Chris's load looked as though it would fill a beer mug. He just stood there grinning as his juice spurted from his piss hole and splashed onto the floor at his feet.
Billy used his load of spunk like body lotion catching it as it spurted from his throbbing cock and lathering it into his balls.
Charlie rubbed his load int his chest hairs.
And John let his run down his leg.
I wanted to get out from under Bobby at that instant and lick the stuff off the floor.
There's nothing quite like the taste of fresh, hot man juice, and it seemed a shame to let it go to waste.
When it was over, we all sat smiling at each other.
"That's the best circle jerk I've ever taken part in," Chris grinned.
The others agreed.
That's when they presented me with the dough.
"Hey you guys!" I protested. "I don't fuck for money. I fuck for fun ... . because .I like a good flicking at least once a day."
"Oh, God, Sandy," Bobby said, his crotch displaying the familiar bulge," don't get the wrong idea. We weren't paying for it or nothin'. This was kinda an afterthought. You won the bet fair and square."
"You sure? I don't want it getting around that I took money for sex."
"Don't worry. A deal is a deal," Chris said. "We're not going to spread any nasty rumors about the boss!"
"All right. Oh, by the way, let me know if you come up with any more interesting ideas. I'm always up for a good challenge."
"We'll work on it," Charlie chimed in. "You can bet your ass on it!"
We finished dressing and left the theater, each of us heading our own separate ways. I wondered if I'd be the topic of tomorrow's headset conversations, a detailed account of someone's sexual escapade usually getting the ball rolling. But that was tomorrow.