Small Town Summer Theater

He was lonely. Not only was he lonely, he hadn’t had sex since Christmas; and now it was July. This may not seem like a enormous amount of time but one must remember for the previous year he had up to four lovers at a time, one or twice all in a day. So a seven month stretch without was a big deal. He was going out of his head.

Certainly, masturbation curbed some of that desire, but it was getting out of hand. Pun intended. He had started notice woman’s hands more than anything else, he had to remind himself to stare at their breasts. The smell of moisturizer had started to turn him on. It was sad.

He was working for a summer stock theatre company until September and then he was moving to SF. One would think that a theatre company would be ripe with worldly, single, easy actresses. Not this one. They had all either hooked up with actors already or were married or had a boyfriend or were fourteen or were completely out of his league.

Not only that, this company was in some hick town where the bars were full of women missing teeth and needing showers. So this is the situation we find our hero in: lonely, slightly chafed and horny as fuck.

It was Monday. J did not have to be at the theatre at all today. He had been out late with some of the cast and crew so he was sleeping in. It was noon or so and he had just woken up from a very graphic sexual fantasy and found himself the proud owner of a raging hard on.

Having nothing better to do J lean over to the nightstand, opened a drawer and extracted a bottle of Lubiderm. Pulling back the sheets (it had been a sweltering night) he uncapped the bottle and squirted a generous portion of it on his slightly bigger than average cock. He moaned involuntarily as the thick liquid splashed his cock. First he made sure to spread the lotion all over his cock, lubricating the entire thing.

He liked the way it glistened in the sunlight, covered in slick lotion. We watched it twitch in time with his heart. He imagined it straining for a moist, musky, hairy pussy. Gripping his cock firmly at the base, he slowly and sensuously stroked up the entire length of the shaft with his left hand. He would stroke all the way up and down once or twice and then isolate his strokes at the rim of his circumcised head and then begin again.

With his right he began to knead his balls. As his left hand picked up speed his right slowly crept down to his asshole where he gently pushed his middle finger in a little ways, moaning at the penetration. He tried to be careful not to make too much noise lest the family (a mother and a daughter—the father a very gone asshole) who was housing him, hear.

As he jacked himself and played with his asshole, he closed his eyes and tried to remember the dream. He remember some good parts: Melinda’s (his current dream girlfriend) bright red lipstick lips slowly descending on his much larger than average dream cock. Her blonde hair fell across her face as she bobbed up and down on his cock. She moaned as she sucked him, fingering her snatch.
Her pointed tongue darting out of her little mouth to lick the last bit of cum from the tip of his cock. The way her blue eyes sparkled. “Yum,” she had said, “I love the taste of your cum.”

The way her perfectly shaped 32C tits bounced as she slammed herself up and down on his glistening cock. How her tits cried out to be squeezed as she leaned back, placing her hands on his legs and driving his cock deep inside her. The feel of them as he reached up to pull and pinch her hard erect nipples.
Bending her over the kitchen table and fucking her deep up her asshole. The moan she gave each time he slammed his hard pole into her virgin ass. Her calling his name as she came, “Oh, J. OH, J!”