Disclaimer: This story contains explicit sex between consenting males. If you are not allowed by law or principal you know where the back button is, though I question how you got this far in the first place. For everyone else please note that this is my first attempt at solo writing, so please (the following are words seldom spoken out of my mouth) be gentle. This is based on actual events but the names have been changed to protect the innocent, (and the not so innocent as well)
I Have been told by my Uncle Steve that I should tell you a little more about myself, before continuing with the story. I usually follow his advice seeing as he is one of the only family members I trust. Ya see he was the first relative I told I was gay. I was thirteen when I came over his house that day. To be precise 13 years and 5 days. He had thrown me a slammin " Welcome to the teen years party" at his digs in San Bernadino, and I had come to offer thanks. Well when I walked in Imagine my surprise when I saw good old Uncle Stevo Takin' it from a hot Italian stud with a nose ring and a 13 inch cock. The fact that I started playing with myself in the doorway prolly gave me away, but anyway. That day made it real easy for me to come out to him, and since then he has sort of been like a confidant. the one who told me "wrap up your soldier when doing Physical Training" And the one who shoed me all the fun that comes, or should I say cums, with versatility. See up to then I had been pretty much a top, but Uncle Steve told me to try both positions before I labeled myself. Turns out I definatly like to recieve more than I like to give, but now I am rambling.
Looking back on it I think I knew I was gay at the tender age of 5. You see my Aunt used to bathe me and my cousins at the same time, and I still remember wondering " What would happen if I stick my peepee in his butthole?". Chalk it up to childhood innocence I guess. Anyway, at the time I really didn't know what gay was. As I grew up, I learned from my more than slightly homophobic father that gay was sissy men who dressed up like women and talked with a lisp. Little did he know that later I would use that to tell myself "Hey, even though I fuck around with guys and have sucked off more than half the football team, I'm not gay because I don't dress like a girl!"
To bring us back to the present I auditioned for 42nd street on a whim. I had just finished a run of it in my high school, having the time of my life, when a friend of mine told me they were having auditions downtown for it. I didn't think I would get in but in typical Alexander Joseph Fashion, I went down and blew it out of the water. I saw some of the older auditioners staring at me while I was doing my ballad. I did one of my favorites " Empty chairs at empty tables" from Les Miz. Please don't mistake me for bein Cocky--- Well except for where it counts--- but I did damn good. Apparently They loved it because they called me back the next day for dance auditions.
Like I said before, I had just finished doing this same show in high school for 3 weeks, so when they said the dance was gonna be the lullaby of broadway, I knew I was in. Don't get me wrong it was much harder than our high school production was but once you know it, you know it. ya know? So I went out and got drunk with my friends that night assuring them that I had to have gotten in. They toasted my with goldschlager ( My drink of choice) And pumped my ego a bit, telling me shit like they knew I could make it, and all that other stuff drunk people say. But I believe I should have started my story here. For you see it was this night that I actually first saw Thad.
I was sitting by the pool, with Hans, my on again off again fuck buddy, when Chris runs over to me.
" Hey Alex, I heard you got into the show man" He almost whispered in that silly ' I'm Drunk and high' voice.
" Yeah, I did Chris." I answered. I really had a low tolerance for him like this, so I went on flirting with Hans ( whose name should be Hands because MY GOD!!! But I digress)
" Well My neighbor got in too. He's really cool and shit. Oh and he's Fuckin HOT too."
That last bit got my ears perked up.
" So does this neighbor of yours have a name? Or shall I go to every hot guy I meet on Tour and say ' do you know Chris Fondell?'" I asked in my best impersonation of someone who didn't care.
" Yeah, fuck face his name is Thad. YA wanna see him?"
" Uh yeah I guess so, so I can at least put a name with a face at rehearsal tommorow" I replied, again not trying to show too much interest seeing as I was hoping on scoring with Hans tonight.
" Follow me" He said pulling me off my lawn chair and leading me up the stairs to his deck. I DID however have enough time to steal a deep passionate kiss from Hans. Judging by his reaction, I was definatly getting laid tonite!
As we got to the balcony I saw him. A Greek god swimming next door, in a barely there speedo. As He surfaced I say he had really curly hair-- on both heads. His hair came down about to his eyebrow in the front and barely touched his shoulders in the back. His sinewy muscles suggested that he was either a swimmer or a dancer, or judging by the circumstances both. He waved up to Chris as he glanced up to where we were and chris waved back as my eyes traveled down to his package which was barely being constrained in the little blue piece of fabric. "Oh Hell YEAH!" I thought to myself as he toweled off and walked back inside his own house.
Meanwhile Hans was getting anxious to go home which we did. That night while He was eaating my ass like a puppy to purina, all I could think about was Thad.
Authors note: So We know a little more about Alex! Is he a slut? I don't thin so but I suppose we shall see. Thanks to those who wrote last time, I gave me a warm fuzzy! Oh and "Uncle Steve" I Miss writting with you! You are and always will be my muse! As always send comments and compliments, keep the negative bs
Hugsandstuff
Kenjamin