A Job in the Theatre Chapter 13

"Whatever you say handsome."


Gary lay in bed staring at the ceiling. His performance had been completely amateur. And it was all because of Paula. Every time he laid eyes on her he thought about her stiff cock inside those silk panties. It was all so wrong. He remembered how she had throbbed in his hand. She said not to think about it. But how do you forget something like that?

Now he was trying to go to sleep, but it was impossible. His cock was so hard. He wrapped his hand around it and started jacking off. It was the only way he would get any sleep. The more he pulled on his cock, the more he thought about hers. He still couldn't believe he did it. But it was so damn exciting. She literally throbbed in his hand.

She was the most confusing lover he had ever had. And there it was. Lover. His current lover was a woman or a man, or both, he was no longer sure.

The things they did were so gay. But she denied it, said they weren't gay at all. It was just something that happened, something they were doing for their jobs. But she was sucking his cock now. Isn't that gay? And she fed him cum, his cum. Isn't that gay? And now he was playing with her cock. That had to be gay.

"SHIT!" he screamed covering his fingers with sperm. Once it was completely over, he raised his hand to his mouth. He licked his fingers thinking how he was jacking off two, three time's day and swallowed every drop. And it was all because of her. It was all so wrong.