Keith and Troy

A hot guy appeared in every play Troy saw. Sometimes two comely men appeared in the play—a bonus, really—but he could always count on at least one piece of eye candy to sweeten the performance. The play itself mattered to him, of course, but as an admirer of gorgeous men, he appreciated the male form whenever and however often it availed itself.

This time he found his eye candy while at a production of Barefoot in the Park. Together, he and his friend Katie attended the plays of theatre companies across Buffalo and it always made for a charming night out. Dinner was followed by the play itself and capped by an after-theatre drink. Katie loathed the term ‘fag hag’ and Troy loved to tease her with it. She said it didn’t fit on someone who associated with someone as masculine as Troy, but that didn’t stop him from using the term himself.

At each play, he mooned over the hot guy (or guys as the case may be) and he always encouraged her to chase after one of them. Turning the tables, she suggested that he should chase after the guy. Truthfully, that was precisely what he had in mind, but he wanted to make her think that she had as much chance of snagging a hot man as he did. Friends encourage each other.

But how to do it? Troy had never had trouble catching the men he wanted, gay or straight, but those men had always been somehow accessible. He could stroll up to them and toss out an icebreaker or two to soften them up before delving into the heart of the matter. Katie told him that he was endlessly charming, which he knew for himself. He couldn’t have achieved such bedroom success unless he’d cranked the charm up to warp factor seven a time or two. Even his good looks alone couldn’t do it. Attitude was paramount.

Plays were a different beast, though. Actors, as hot as they were, were on stage and disappeared to some unknown place between scenes, acts and intermission. There was no opening to just stroll up casually and flirt until he was firmly in possession of what he wanted. If he were to land any one of the actors he’d admired, he would have to re-imagine his approach to men.

Maybe it would be worth it. The lead role in Barefoot in the Park was played by a tall smooth-faced young man with very light brown hair. Troy’s first thought was that he was very wholesome, a quality that he deeply loved in men. His second thought was that he was perfectly lean. Few men could say that. He licked his lips at the sight of him and dreamed of how he would approach such a handsome young man.

In the playbook, he learned that the actor’s name was Keith and that he was studying towards a Fine Arts degree in theatre at the University of Buffalo, the school from which Troy himself had recently graduated. The actor said that he wished to thank his family and friends for their constant and unwavering love and support. When Keith first took the stage and flashed a smile, Troy was entranced.

Katie elbowed him in the ribs. “God, he’s cute. You should take a run at him.”
“Why should I ruin your night? He’s yours, isn’t he?”
“No way can I have a chance with a man as long as you and your slick moves are within a hundred mile radius.”

They both laughed until a crusty old couple in the next row shushed them. They quieted down, but their excitement didn’t die. Katie was as right as rain. He should go after Keith, but he was again confronted by a logistical dilemma. It was already too late to hit him up before the play started and Katie wasn’t one to hang around after the performance was over. Whether Keith was gay or straight wasn’t a dilemma as some people implied. In Troy’s experience, there was no black and white. Only shades of grey existed and, frankly, that was all that mattered. What he had to worry about was to figure out when to strike and where to find Keith so he could strike as hard as possible.

Intermission seemed like the only time in which he could make his move. But intermissions with this theatre company typically lasted fifteen minutes. That meant that he would have to find Keith, seduce him, show him the time of his life and return to his seat in record time. Could he do it?

By intermission, Troy always felt fidgety and glad that he would have the chance to stand up and stretch his legs. Typically, that time was spent in a lounge-like area, sipping Diet Pepsi with Katie and hitting the men’s room. As they left the theatre, Troy held his stomach.
“Are you okay?” Katie asked.

“A little nauseous here.” Troy twisted his face to perfectly play the part. “I thought that steak I ate might have been a little undercooked. Let me go to the john and make sure I don’t get sick, okay?”
“Okay. Hope you’ll feel better.”

He staggered down the hall to the lavatory, but he did not intend to stop there. Truthfully, he didn’t know where the hell to go. He’d been to the building countless times, but he didn’t know his way around. He’d only ever had to stroll through the front door and scale a set of stairs to reach the theatre. There was no telling exactly where backstage was from his position or where the actors hung out during intermission. Did they have dressing rooms?

Since he was close to the theatre, he felt like he must be reasonably on the right track. Every door he tried was either locked or led to an empty room or darkened hall. Sweat trickled from his temple, though he rarely sweated even in hot weather. Tension mounted because he knew how doomed her would be if he didn’t find Eric immediately.

One more hall to try. He turned a corner into a brightly-lit hall and heard a roomful of voices rumble at the end. Maybe it was a greenroom for the actors? In any case, it was that or nothing since his options had run dry. He sprinted down the hall and knocked on the door.
The door swung open, answered by the young brunette that played Keith’s wife in Barefoot. “What can I do for you?”

“I need to see Keith. It’s really quite important.”
The actress gave him an impatient yet patronizing look. “Keith will be going back on stage very soon and he simply won’t—”
“It’s an emergency!”

Troy couldn’t believe that he’d said that, not even in a last-ditch effort to get his mitts on a very hot guy. But he’d said it and there was no taking it back.
Keith’s co-star offered a wholly new impatient and patronizing look as she turned into the sea of actors and hangers-on to fetch him.

When Keith approached the door, Troy didn’t even allow him a moment to say hello or to even get a handle on the situation. He just grabbed him by the sleeve and ushered him down the hall to an empty and cozy-looking room he’d discovered in his travels.
“What are you doing, man?”
“Just shut up and come with me. Today’s your lucky day.”

And Troy meant it. Granted, it would also be his own lucky day if his plan succeeded, but for now he would consider it to be an excellent opportunity for someone else. Once they reached the room, he let Keith sit on an overstuffed leather couch and sat himself opposite.
Keith combed his fingers through his hair and looked distraught. “Look, I’ve got to get back onstage, so please just tell me what this emergency is all about.”
“There’s no emergency, Keith. Not really.”

Keith motioned as if he would rise from his seat and leave, but he didn’t move.
“Just sit down, Keith,” Troy said. “Hear me out.”
Keith did as he was told, but his expression had turned stoic. Never had Troy been so firm with anyone, but the stakes were too high to act soft.

“Usually I’m not this direct,” Troy said. “I normally tip-toe my way into these situations, but I have to be more up front now. Keith, when I saw you onstage, I thought you were one of the most gorgeous guys I’ve seen in ages.”
An uncomfortable smile grew on Keith’s face. Since he hadn’t run away, Troy knew he still had a chance. Such looks weren’t foreign to him. They just meant that he enjoyed and appreciated the compliment but didn’t know how to accept it.
“Seriously, Keith. The way you walked and the way you talked was so goddamn sexy that I couldn’t just let it pass without saying something to you. And hopefully not without doing a whole lot more.”

“Wait . . . you’re the guy who was sitting in the middle of the fourth row, right?”
“That’s right, man. How did you know?”
“Usually we can’t see the audience very well, not with lights shining in our eyes, but you really stuck out. What with that flowing brown hair, perfect jaw and chin. I noticed you right away and, frankly, you distracted me.”

Troy was tempted to ask Keith if he was gay, but he stopped himself. Labels were unimportant as long as he was somehow interested in men. Moreover, he needed Keith to be interested in him, a road block which he had also hurdled. All that remained was to go for the kill.
“I guess I stood out to you in a good way, huh?” Troy said.
“I look at guys that way sometimes. No big deal, really. Girls are hot to me most of the time, but sometimes I run into a guy that’s so fucking hot that I can’t pretend he isn’t there . . . that he isn’t doing things to me.”
“Okay, so you noticed me, and I think you’re really hot, too,” Keith said. “What’s left to say?”

“I don’t want to talk about my looks. Let’s talk about yours.”
“Fine. What should we talk about?”
“Come on, Keith. I wouldn’t have gone to the trouble of tracking you down in the middle of a performance just to compliment you on your looks. There’s more. I know what you need and I’m here to give it to you.”

Keith laughed, but it was the uncomfortable laugh of a man who so badly wanted something that he was afraid to snatch when it came up for grabs. So, Troy slipped up beside him and inched close enough to hear him breathing. Each labored breath told him how badly he wanted something to happen and that he would explode if he wasn’t satisfied soon.

When he slipped his arm over the actor’s shoulder, he noticed the bulge in his pants. His dress pants suited his character’s role and he’d worn them throughout the play. They made erections tough to see, but he was hard all right. Keith didn’t budge when he slipped an arm over him either, like he wouldn’t move a muscle until something happened.

“Think about it, Keith. There’s you, me and a four walls between us and the rest of the world. We can make it happen. All you’ve got to do is say the word.”

Troy leaned in close enough for the sweet scent of Keith’s cologne to fill his nostrils. He kissed his cheek and pulled his collar back to work his way down to his neck. When the kisses grew firmer, he loosened up a little. Troy’s goal was to make him as loose as a sand rope.
He wetted Keith’s flesh and heard two lungs full of air rush to emptiness. Troy’s hand crawled to his crotch then squeezed the ridge in his pants and realized that it he had a reasonably thick member. Just thinking about it set his mind ablaze, but he wouldn’t dash for it yet. Biding his time had always brought the best results.

Buttons came next, and he popped each of them individually. Keith wore no undershirt, the naughty boy, and showed a smooth, hairless chest. A patch of hair appeared around the navel. When he pulled his shirt off entirely, he smelled fresh deodorant that Keith had likely applied the moment he’d stepped offstage. Sometimes Troy felt silly for burying his face in a guy’s stomach, as he thought it was the sort of thing that people do to babies, but he could seldom resist.

Next, he buried his face in Keith’s crotch, feeling his covered member pressed against his face, and then nibbled on it. The actor’s breathing picked up again, which was fine by him. If he came that close to explosion without actually doing it then Troy could consider it a job well done.

Keith’s belt was all that stood between him and the prize that he so coveted. Now was the time to go for it. First, he tightened the belt then loosened it. He undid the belt and tugged on it until the actor helped him to take care of the rest. Once it was off, he discarded it like garbage.

Keith’s hands intervened to help him to push his pants down which Troy loved, but his hands were so cold and fidgety. Troy ran his own hands over the actor’s to warm and calm them before letting him assist in pulling down his pants. When he did, he removed the pants and boxers in one.

That left Keith buck naked with his dick sprung back. Troy hated to blow a man with his pants, boxers or even his shirt on. Men must be naked for him to give them the blowjob of a lifetime, which he fully intended to give to Keith.
Keith’s dick was uncircumcised, a good seven-and-a-half to eight inches long, and every bit as thick as he’d guessed it would be. Average-sized men sometimes were blessed with exceptional cocks, Troy had learned. He dropped to his knees, burrowed between the actor’s legs and drew his cock into his mouth.

The actor’s dick felt warm and rubbery as it filled his mouth, but it filled his mouth smoothly, and he let the head touch the back of his throat. Keith gasped from the pleasure, like he’d never been blown by someone who could take his cock whole in his mouth. Troy prided himself on having the best oral skills of anyone he knew.

Troy pulled Keith out of his mouth and signaled to him that it was his turn. He pulled his shirt off, dropped his pants and freed his cock. Now Keith was much more eager. He sprang forth to grab his cock, stuffed it into his mouth and proceeded to suck and slurp on it with all his might.

Though the action was rugged, it was pleasurable, and he ran his hands down the sides of his own legs then over Keith’s perfect shoulders. He combed his fingers through the light brown hair that had entranced him and worked his hips into Keith’s sucking rhythm.
Troy withdrew from Keith’s mouth. “You still want everything I can give you, right?”
The actor nodded.
“The play will be starting back up real soon, so we’d better get going on this.”

He fished a condom from his pants, rolled it on and greased it with spit. A spit wad on his finger slid into his ass to lubricate it.
“This really your first time with a guy?” Troy asked.
Keith nodded.

“I’ll lay back then and we’ll take it nice and slow.”
Troy did as he’d promised and lay back on the couch with his legs comfortably parted. Keith nearly stumbled and fell off of the couch as he mounted his hips. When he finally succeeded, he took Troy’s cock in his ass little by little, and his face reddened with intensity all the while.

Warmth and tightness enveloped Troy’s cock but, once Keith loosened up a bit, he was able to move inside of him and out sans trouble. Keith sighed with pleasure and Troy thrust his head back to match the ecstasy that overwhelmed him. Soon, Keith bounced on his cock like a seasoned pro.

Sweat dripped from Keith’s forehead, landing on Troy’s stomach, and the actor smeared it all over him so he would be all greasy and shiny. Troy loved the warmth. Next, he slipped out from beneath the actor to flip him over and enter him from behind. Keith buried his face in the leather pillow as Troy slipped into him smoothly, fluidly, rubbing his pelvis against his ass cheeks.

He laid himself flat on top of Keith, as though they were one, and lapped his tongue up and down the actor’s neck. Usually he let himself get so close to a guy, so intimate and emotional, but Keith brought that out in him.
“You ready for the big finish?” Troy asked.
“Yeah, man. Give it to me.”

Troy stood up, helped Keith to turn over, and draped his legs over his shoulders. Entering him once more required him to squat down a bit, which was uncomfortable for him, but it would do. He slipped into him a final time, this time using a much greater speed than he had for the first two positions. His muscles strained and his hair fell before his eyes.

When Keith jerked himself off to completion, Troy’s engine revved up from the sight of sweet nectar squirting from his cock. He thrust harder, faster, exerting himself more than his body would allow. Tension mounted, threatening to overflow at any moment, and he felt taunted by his oncoming orgasm.

After a wild round of thrusts, he pulled out of Keith, tore the condom off, and squirted what seemed like an endless trail of gooey white come onto his pelvis. Not since he’d been a teenager had he cried, grunted and groaned during orgasm the like he did with Keith. Normally he would have expected to be self-conscious about the noise, but he felt too carried away to do anything about it. Orgasm and fiendish pleasure levels had whisked him away to a land of enchantment the likes of which he’d never known.

After, his winded lungs regained breath, and he couldn’t believe how much the activity had knocked out of him. Sweat even greased his forehead. Keith reached for his clothes and dressed with his stomach still come-soaked. Troy did the same and knew that they both had somewhere to be and no doubt were late to be there.

“I’ve got to go, man.” Keith stuffed the front of his shirt into his pants. “But thanks. That was really nice.”
“Wait a second. You can’t go yet.”

He pinned Keith’s arms to his sides, leaned in and kissed him whole on the mouth. The actor kissed him back, slipping his tongue into his mouth at the perfect intervals. Troy cupped the back of Keith’s head, something he never did, and felt a surge of emotion pulse through him.

When their lips parted, Keith smiled as though the kiss were as satisfying as the sex itself had been.
“Go knock ‘em dead, tiger,” Troy said.

Keith sprinted down the hall and he hoped that their tryst wouldn’t get him in trouble with the director.