Page 53 of Footlights and Forever

I made my way backstage towards the dressing room that I shared with Teddy. I knew I had a good fifteen minutes by myself in there, since he was dicking down one of the stagehands, Kirsty, and performing made him ???? ????????? which I figured was Russian for wanting to fuck or something of that ilk.

I’d barely it through the door of the large white walled dressing room when a strangled moan sounded directly behind me, strong hands pushing me quickly towards the red leather couch on the far side of the room. I craned my neck to see Dylan kicking the door shut behind him and flicking the bolt closed.

I sank down slowly, unbuttoning my shirt as I went. “How did you get back here?” Biting my bottom lip, I peeled the shirt down my forearms before tossing it towards him.

His eyes were ablaze with desire and impatience. “No time for all that,” he smirked, prowling towards me. “Seeing you up there on that stage all hot and… well, hot, made me all… hot.”

“So I can see,” I chuckled. His breath skimmed across my own before his lips caressed mine gently.

“This is gonna have to be quick and dirty,” he mumbled, biting savagely on my bottom lip before soothing the sting with his tongue.

“What will?”

“This.” His eyes never breaking from my own, he reached down and unbuttoned his dark grey dress slacks and pulled out the tails of white collared shirt tucked inside. Pushing past me, Dylan moved to the edge of the sofa, resting his elbow on the arm, pushing his pert ass out towards me. “Better be quick.”

“Dylan we can’t…”

“We can and you will, now get inside me,” he purred.

I snuck one last cursory glance at the door before taking two strides and ripping down Dylan’s slacks and underwear at once. I looked down, confused for a moment by what I saw. Slowly realization dawned on me, my mouth began to open until I stood there slack-jawed.

“You need an invitation?” The little minx had the nerve to chuckle and my dick grew impossibly tight in my trousers. “I thought this would have been invitation enough.” He reached back and pulled slightly on what looked to be a thick black rubber plug in his hole.

“When did you… I mean when would you…” I stuttered.

“Both excellent questions,” he moaned as he pushed the plug firmly back inside himself. “I got very horny watching you and that girl in the first act and snuck off to the bathroom to play with myself for a bit, imagining you were playing with me instead of her. Have we talked enough?” He groaned into his arm.

There had definitely been enough talking. I ran my hand from the back of his neck, down the muscle either side of his spine to his round delectable ass. A full body shiver overtook him as I hooked my fingers underneath the base of the plug, moving it around inside his hole, pushing and tugging against his prostate the best I could. It had the desired effect of making him push back against my hand and cry for more attention.

My cock throbbed and leaked in my underwear so much so that I was pretty sure I would be going commando for the rest of the evening.

“Please baby, will you put your cock in me?” Dylan pressed his face into the arm of the sofa, and he rubbed his cheek along the material like a frustrated kitten.

“Anything for you.” Getting a firm grip of the plug, I began to pull it from his body. The puckered skin of his tight hole stretched around the girth of the plug as it began to slip from him. His muscles contracted around the black rubber material, his voice a keening whine at the loss of the hefty toy.

“Austin…” he growled as I watched his hole remain wide open for a few seconds, the rim quivering around a phantom toy that was no longer there. Not wanting to keep him waiting anymore I stood quickly, shoving down my clothes until my cock bobbed free and heavy on front of me. A single stream of precum spilled from the slit of my cock, falling into the groove of his butt.

I didn’t have any lube on me, and I was pretty sure if I asked Dylan where his was I would only get a series of grunts and whines as a response given that he was currently pushing his whole body back against me, his asshole seeking out my cock. Spitting into my hand, I rubbed the saliva along the length of my prick and brought it to his hole. Luckily he had needed to use a lot of lube to get that thick plug into him, so he was primed and ready.

Grabbing hold of each hip in my hands, I leaned down and whispered in his ear, “Ready?”

“Urghhh!” he yelled a second before I slammed my cock all the way home. Dylan’s back straightened as I watched his mouth open in a silent gasp. His whole body lifted from the sofa, his hands scrabbling for purchase as I filled him hard and deep. “Oh fuck, Austin! Fuck!”

Wrapping an arm around his waist, I pulled his back against my chest before pistoning my hips as fast and hard as I could. This was not so much about me getting to cum inside him, but more about making him realize who his hole belonged to, and by the way he was moaning my name and pulling at his own engorged cock I felt I was quite literally driving the message home.

“Keep going. Oh my fuck, keep going. You’re gonna make me cum Austin, oh fuck make me cum!” He turned his neck, his mouth seeking out my own. Giving him what we both needed, I let our mouths meet in a fiery clash of lips, teeth, and tongue.

“I’m gonna fill you up, Dylan,” I growled, the familiar tingling in my balls letting me know that it was about to be a wrap on this sex scene we were currently acting out. I slammed into him, once, twice and three times before I felt his hole clamp down on my dick.

“Oh shit!” he shouted as rope after rope of thick white cum spurted from his cock, painting the back of the sofa. It was all I needed to see, my own orgasm roaring through me, my balls pumping load after load into him. I looked down in awe as cum spilled from around my cock and down his legs.

“Fuck, baby,” was all I managed as I maneuvered us onto the couch, him sitting on my lap with my dick still buried inside him.

“You have both spent your loads, yes?” a deep Russian voice boomed from the other side of the door.

“Jesus fuck!” Dylan yelled, pulling off me, another torrent of cum spewing from his used hole onto the floor below.

It was a quick mad dash around the room, pulling on clothes and using my already precum-soaked underwear to clean up the mess the best we could before letting a very satisfied-looking Russian into the shared dressing room.

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