A GAYlorious Romp

Graham was sitting center stage in enough that his legs were
dangling from the orchestra pit. Leaning over his three ringed binder he could
make out the dusky instruments, perhaps playing on without their masters. He
closed his eyes and tried to hear their music.

Anything to distract himself from memorizing this monologue,
he chided himself.

Several minutes past and it was truly looking as if this
would be another wasted lunch period. Graham always tried to rehearse during
this time because it preceded his Acting Class. As if some last 30 minutes of
reading would transition his ‘D’ to that easy ‘A’ he had expected.

The click of metal against tile snapped his attention to the
silhouetted figure entering on the stage right side of the theatre. Clad in
more studs then denim, Alex made some sliding strides to and fro. The screws he
had added the soles of his feet scraping and digging into the newly painted
floor of the main stage.

Graham checked out his entire form as he often did, from his
5 inch Mohawk to his all too tight ripped jeans. They had acquired another rip,
Graham noted, licking his lips unconsciously. The rip had extended from the
knee cap up towards the groin. Three strategically placed safety pins are all
that stood between the world and Alex’s formidable bulge.

It was then that Graham’s eyes trailed back to the bloodshot
and sleep deprived face that was hovering above him. Craning his neck back,
there was a mutual silence, until a giddy grin splashed over Alex’s face and
the following laughter erupted from both of them. The wave of weed stink washed
over Graham’s face, reminding him why he rarely saw his punky
stud in any of the four classes they shared. 

Alex’s attention shifted to an imagined sound, and then
drifted lazily back to Graham. Who was now on his feet staring another hole in
Alex’s pants.

“You wanna see with your eyes? Or
you wanna see with your mouth?”

Graham could feel the blood rushing to his face as he stared
up at Alex.

Alex couldn’t believe his luck in running into Graham. Right
when his ecstasy was starting to kick in he had a waiting warm mouth to slide
his dick in. And even as his mind was drowning in a cacophony of heartbeats,
Graham undid the pants and got to work. Alex smiled as he remembered showing
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He watched intently as Graham wiggled out of his borrowed
Bad Brains shirt and began tugging on his shorts. His young cock begging the
other head to let him free. Alex watched him squirm and moan as he slobbered
the long cock. Licking it up and down then plunging his mouth back on it,
fondling with the balls in the off hand that wasn’t freeing his own cock.

This is what women lacked, Alex’s latest drug epiphany
presented itself, they lacked the passion in cock
sucking that a man understands is imperative to good head. But as his pupils
dilated to that of saucers, he knew the time for foreplay was over.

“Graham,” Was all he was able to croak out before tackling
the thin lad and wrestling him onto his stomach.

Graham could feel the erections assailing him, both his own
begging for release of its own, and Alex’s which rhythm was humping the seat of
his pants.

“I got just the trick for these pesky pants.” He laughed as
he drew his knife from his left steel toe boot.

Graham whimpered in fear and anticipation as Alex deftly
slashed the offending articles of clothing. Unfortunately the state of mind had
little effect on the state of hands, and Graham was slashed deep across his
lower back. His yelps of pain intensified with the burying of a punk cock in
his tight asshole.

Tears ran down Grahams cheeks, as the intense mixture of
pleasure and pain over stimulated him.

Blood covering his lower shirt, Alex continued to pound his
pined pretty boy. Laughing and belting out the lyrics to W.A.S.P’s
“Animal (Fuck Like a Beast)” he was not aware of the
silent audience.

High in the catwalks a wrench vibrated and inched closer and
closer to the edge. It’s owner having forsaken his attention to fisting his
three in cock. Grunts and gasps escape his lips and sweat beads pour down his
face. His back soaked, and legs aching, he increased his tempo urging his body
towards climax.

Grabbing a fistful of Graham’s hair Alex jerked that salty
cum soaked mouth towards his own. Their tongues danced an intense game of
dominance as the cock continued to pound the now blood soaked ass. Graham cried
out into his lover’s mouth, but Alex was far from gone, he was in sitting on a
moon in another universe. The drug cocktail that not even he knew the contents
of had set the beast within him loose.  

The snarling and screaming were certainly helping, as the
hand pumped the cock red and raw; the wrench now teetering on the edge bouncing
back and forth.

I am so close!

“I am so close!” Alex snarled.

But in truth this was a line Graham had heard many times
before, Alex would ‘be so close’ for another hour if he let him. The prospect
of the entire acting class walking in on this bloody carnal scene was too much
for him. He pushed with all his upper body strength sending a surprised punk
toppling backwards. His cock making a loud pop sound as it exited its favorite
home. A trail of pre cum and blood followed and mixed with more cum, seemingly
falling from the ceiling.

Then the wrench plowed into the top of Graham’s skull. Blood
pools filled the whites of his eyes, and more flowed from his forehead and
nose. He stumbled around as a drunk does when limited to a narrow line. Then he
fell, marinating in blood and semen as Alex bolted for the door; screaming at
the top of his lungs, eyes wild and knife in hand.

There was a solitary applause from the third row seat, were
an entirely black clad spectator enjoyed the show.

“Should have let me join.”

Author’s Notes

Depending on the reviews I may make a sequel, I already have
a rough idea of were it would go. This is a rough draft seeing as how my
schedule doesn’t allow me time to proofread gay porn. I hope you had to take as
many wank breaks as I did.