3 comments/ 109199 views/ 39 favorites Theatre in the Round By: alan9 After following the directions here from the e-mail message he had received, John didn't think the inconspicuous facade of the industrial building in front of him looked much like a theatre. The personals ad he responded to promised a rewarding dramatic experience in an intimate live theatre setting. It instructed him to arrive at 1:00 pm sharp. "Well, I guess I'll just have to ring the bell and find out," John whispered to himself as he stood before the door in silence, a slight cool autumn breeze chilling his cheek. He reached for the plain button next to the heavy steel door to what looked like a long-abandoned warehouse next to the neglected railroad spur. A distant bell echoed deep inside the red brick structure. In a moment, the door unlatched and slowly opened. A tall, strikingly beautiful woman in her early 30s stood in the doorway. The sight of her startled John. She must have been just under six feet tall, not much shorter than his 6-2. She wore a black floor-length hooded robe made of light, thin silk. The hood covered her jet-black hair and teased her prominent cheek bones. She could've just stepped out of a music video or fashion magazine. He could only stare. "John?" "Yes." "Come in," the statuesque, green-eyed woman murmured as she receded into the dimly lit entry hall, her robe lightly brushing the tops of her lightly-tanned bare feet as she stepped back.. She closed the door and locked them in. "Follow me," she said, her eyelids slightly lowered as she looked for a moment at John's belt buckle, turned and slowly walked down a short side hallway to another plain door. She opened it with a key and led John into a long, narrow theatre cast member dressing room with stools, counters and mirrors bordered with vanity lights. The woman closed the door behind them and locked it from the inside with the key. At the opposite end of the dressing room was another closed door. "John, I'm Amanda. I'm the one who sent you the e-mail. Please sit down," the handsome woman said as she gently shook out her chin-length shiny jet-black hair from the black hood she had worn at the door. John obliged by sitting on one of the stools, feeling a puzzling, exciting chill from the base of his skull to well below the small of his back even though the inside of this old building was comfortably warm and cozy. As Amanda stood above him, John couldn't keep from sensing something extraordinary was about to take place. He searched his mind trying to understand why he had received that mysterious e-mail the day before. Where had Amanda gotten his address? Why did this spectacularly beautiful woman send him a message that anyone else might have erased as the normal spam it could have been? What fateful thing was about to take place? John perched quietly as Amanda slowly slid her gaze from the tips of his shoes to the enlarged pupils of his brown eyes. "John...you are here because we believe you are the one person who can deliver the performance we must have in our theatre's current one-time-only exhibit today. I know you don't understand right now, but you weren't chosen for any special acting skill. You were chosen because of where you like to browse and the messages you've sent out from your computer. We could see from viewing the attractive photos of yourself on your website that you are an extremely good looking, sensitive man. Places on the net you've visited and messages you've monitored in posted personal ads have led us to decide you are the one best suited for our 'drama' which will be performed a short time from now." John's mind was swimming through images and thoughts as he wondered how this woman was able to track the places he had browsed. Could she possibly know about that single time he had answered a personal ad placed by a man who wanted to explore his bi-sexual urges? The one stranger who said he longed for an erotic, feather touch which would slowly build him to orgasm? John had shied away from meeting him at the last moment but wondered a few times since if he would have gone through with it after more encouragement. John often fantasized about lightly caressing and tickling a man's entire body until it was brought to a convulsive, gushing orgasm. But this was a gorgeous, exotic woman standing in front of him. He cast the fantasy aside. "John, I lead a very private group of open-minded woman who seek an extraordinary theatrical experience. We need an attractive man who is extremely sensitive and willing to explore a bisexual male encounter with us. John sat quite still and looked into Amanda's eyes as she carefully searched his face for a reaction. "She knows," he thought to himself, "Incredible. What's going on here?" "We scanned personals and discussion groups looking for just what we needed for our current production and we found you, John." Amanda slowly smiled, took two steps toward John and stood within a foot of his face. John could sense the sweet warmth coming from Amanda's abdomen and thighs as he suddenly realized that she was wearing absolutely nothing under the thin black silk robe. It had pressed against her body as she stepped toward him, molding to her pelvis, abdomen and the flesh that covered her pubic bone.. He could sense Amanda's hips and thighs totally free underneath and could see the nipples of her ample breasts growing against the ultra thin material of her robe above him. She softly cupped his face in her hands, lifted his eyes to hers and breathed, "Today, John, you are going to enjoy an experience few only dream about." Amanda turned and walked to the closet across from where John sat and took a hanger from the rod. The hanger held a long-sleeved, loose-fitting, black jump suit made of material identical to the robe she wore. "John, you need to wear this. It's made of a very light, soft silk that allows you to move freely but doesn't call attention to your body – at least in the beginning. I'll leave you for a moment while you change into this. Do not wear any of your clothing underneath! Just this jump suit. Amanda strode quickly to the second door, unlocked it and disappeared into the quiet darkness beyond. John couldn't imagine what to think. This breath-taking woman covered only in thin black silk knew his secrets. She had chosen him for some unimaginable task. A task he began to realize deep in his body would propel him into uncharted waters. He stood up, thoughtfully removed his jacket and hung it up in the closet. He unbuttoned his shirt and hung it next to the jacket. He slipped off his shoes and socks. He stood for a moment. "What the hell am I doing?" he thought. John unzipped his trousers, hooked his thumbs inside his boxers and stripped the rest of his clothes away from his body as he stood nude looking at himself in the mirror. He took stock of his body. Not bad for just under 40. Hair's still full and dark. Pecks are toned. Six pack's still there. Quads flow nicely from the narrow hips. The long, thick, uncut penis still looks impressive as it hangs out and over the large, full, smooth, hairless scrotum. John stepped into the silk costume and slipped it up over his legs and onto his arms, closing the thin, long diagonal zipper that traveled from his right thigh to his left collar bone. It felt like he was wearing nothing. A quiet knock sounded at the second door. Amanda entered. Her eyes were more aware than before, her pupils expanded, her nostrils flaring ever so slightly. She was obviously anticipating something very pleasing. If John wasn't mistaken, Amanda was turned on. "John, you look very nice in your new clothes." She gazed at the form of John's penis as it hung down the inside of his left thigh against the nearly sheer silk of his jump suit. The ridge of the large penis head pressed against the silk. "Our 'play' is going to be incomparable. Let me explain to you what is about to happen. She half turned back toward the second door and looked over her shoulder at John, "Beyond this door is a small, intimate theater-in-the-round. There are 100 seats in four levels that encircle the stage. The stage is very small. Each seat is no more than ten or fifteen feet from the stage." Amanda, turning her head and gazing at the door, continued almost dreamily, "Actually, the stage is a futon approximately two feet high, seven feet long and five feet wide. It is tightly upholstered with black velvet. The rest of the theatre is pitch black, including the seats. At this moment, each of 98 seats in the audience is occupied by a woman. There are two empty seats next to the futon. One is mine. Each woman in the audience is dressed in a black hooded robe identical to mine. The futon is lighted by several well-placed spot lights that are aimed perfectly in a way that no extra light strays from the top of the pad and everything that occurs on the black pad will be completely exposed to the audience. The only thing one will be able to see in the theatre is what occurs on the futon." It began to dawn on John that he was about to experience something unimaginable. He fantasized over whether or not the 98 other women in the audience were as gorgeous as Amanda and were they nude under their robes, too? And what would they watch transpire on that tight, black padded stage under those probing lights? Amanda turned and watched John for a moment in silence. She could see the wheels turning in John's mind and felt a slight rush and a little amusement at what was ahead for him. For what was ahead for them all. "John, I've described the stage and the members of the audience. Now I want to tell you what is on the 'stage'. Lying on the futon at the center of the audience's intimate attention is... ...Trevor." "Trevor?" "That's right, John: Trevor." Amanda gazed at John for a long moment. "Trevor is a young man who just celebrated his 18th birthday last month. He's a high school senior and captain of his swim team. Trevor is a sweet, gorgeous boy with all the physical attributes of a young athlete: Wide shoulders, toned pecks, hard stomach, beautiful soft, tight buns and long, smooth legs...not a hair on his body except for the unruly shock of blond on his head. Much to the chagrin of all the girls in school, Trevor is painfully shy and is still a virgin. He has yet to experience his very first orgasm, John. He does possess all the equipment necessary, though. We know this because he volunteered to participate in what he believes was a psychological study of high school seniors. During his session we had him sit back in a leather recliner chair, nude, while we showed him an erotic movie. John, Trevor responded admirably to the visual stimulus. His genitals reacted in a spectacular fashion and we measured his penis. John, it was 12 inches long, 2 inches in diameter and ended in a mushroom tip with a 2 ½ inch rim. The hole at the tip of the mushroom gaped open to a little more that one-third of an inch. Amazingly, Trevor's testicles each measured an incredible 1-½ inches in diameter. There's one other special trait Trevor possesses: After a minor sports injury last year, Trevor had an MRI Scan ordered by one of our members who was his pediatrician. Trevor was born with quite an unusual prostate gland. The capacity of Trevor's prostate is incredible! It can hold over one quart of semen!" John's eyes glazed as he envisioned this young god lying on the low black velvet pad in the next room. Amanda noticed John's reaction and continued, "There's one other thing about Trevor's reaction to the visual stimulus: He seemed just as turned on by the male actor in the movie. John, today Trevor is going to experience his first orgasm. It's an orgasm that could be more powerful than anyone has witnessed and, based on the size of his prostate, could last over two minutes. That calculates to one 6-foot ejaculation every 1-and-a-half seconds. Trevor could experience about eighty powerful, gushing spasms." "And John, you're the one who's going to bring him to that first explosive orgasm while we all watch." John's mind was jumping from one image to another as his heart began pumping a little harder. This was insane! "John, we've given Trevor a substance that has caused the nerve endings over his entire body to be much more sensitive than normal. When you give him that feather touch you've fantasized about giving a man, no matter where you touch him, Trevor will receive a stimulation that is ten times more overwhelming and erotic. On the other hand, Trevor has also been given something to subtly delay his orgasm until he has experienced perhaps three hours or more of constant, intense, erotic stimulation." Amanda paused while John soaked it all in, then continued, "When you go through that door and step to the stage, you'll see Trevor lying there on his stomach, covered with a black silk cloth. He and the audience have been relaxing with the lights down and their eyes closed the past hour, anticipating what is about to unfold. You'll step up to the edge of the futon at Trevor's feet and slowly pull the silk cloth covering his body away to the floor. The lights will slowly brighten and you will begin. All we ask is that you do what your heart, fingertips, lips and tongue tell you and we will all see and hear Trevor climb to his first incredible orgasm." Amanda stood silent for a long moment then turned suddenly and went into the dark theatre, leaving John standing alone staring at the dark doorway. John stood facing the door to the darkened, quiet theatre. Slowly he roused himself to move. As John stepped through the doorway into the dark theatre Amanda closed and locked the door behind him, then brushed past him to take her seat next to the futon. John stood there for a moment until his eyes became accustomed to the darkened place. He could hear several people breathing but couldn't see anything around him. No one spoke. Then, John's eyes focused on a dimly lit object about fifteen feet ahead of him and three feet above the floor. It was the bare back, shoulders, arms and blond head of a young male lying under totally black silk on a raised, unseen surface. The futon. It was Trevor. Trevor appeared to be sleeping, his elbows out to his sides. John quietly, slowly, deliberately closed the distance between himself and the foot of the pad where Trevor lay. He looked down on wide, smoothly-muscled shoulders, swimmer's arms and a sensitive neck below soft, medium length, blond hair. John could see the left side of Trevor's face as he lay his head to the side, his cheek looked flushed, his lips slightly parted, his eyes closed as he breathed evenly and deeply. John could smell the ever-so-light aroma of women's bodies as the ninety nine pairs of unseen eyes followed his slightest move. John could sense his own aroma as his body reacted to the totally-consuming erotic feelings he was beginning to experience. He felt his penis coming erect under his jump suit but no one could see in the dark. And John could smell Trevor. It was a clean, warm, fresh smell rising from Trevor's just-showered and powdered body. John suddenly realized that the lights were slowly coming up and Trevor's smooth shoulders and soft blond curls were glowing brighter. It was time to begin. John reached down and touched the nearly sheer ink black silk cloth that covered Trevor from his lower back to his toes, then slowly pulled the cloth down over and away from Trevor's feet to the floor as Amanda had directed. There was a soft intake of breath that rippled through the audience and also from John's lips as Trevor's buttocks and legs were uncovered, exposing his whole body to the audience for the first time. The perfectly aimed lights would leave nothing on the futon during the coming hours to the imagination. Goose bumps suddenly appeared across the two breath-takingly soft, hairless globes of Trevor's buttocks, the wave of goose bumps continued along the boy's silky thighs and smooth calves as the cloth tickled its way to the floor below his feet. As the cloth slid down across his skin, Trevor emitted a soft, low moan. "This is incredible," thought John. They've really made him sensitive. John could only imagine how Trevor would react to the other stimulations that would inevitably follow. John looked down at Trevor's beautiful body, watching him roll his hips back and forth ever-so slightly and nuzzling his face gently into the black velvet of the futon. It was awesome how, because of the black velvet and the perfect lighting, Trevor appeared to be a porcelain Greek sculpture floating in mid-air. John quietly moved up the side of the pad and took up a position just off Trevor's left shoulder. Trevor opened his brown eyes, looked up at John and whispered, "Hi." "Hi, Trevor." John had no idea what to say next and just stood there for a moment. Trevor swallowed hard, closed his eyes and began to prepare himself for what would be done to his body over the next hours. John, suddenly overtaken with soft, erotic emotion, knelt down beside the futon and positioned his fingertips over Trevor's shoulders. Slowly, achingly gently, the feather tips of John's fingers descended until they whispered down Trevor's spine and went their separate ways across the boy's sides, teasing his ribs as they slowly moved back up toward his outstretched armpits. A deep shudder shook Trevor's body as he moaned not so softly. The nerves in his skin were definitely tuned up and strung tightly for this long performance. How could he even last a minute, much less several hours?!? John's gentle fingertips lightly spread up and under Trevor's hairless armpits eliciting an even longer moan from Trevor's pouting lips. John continued this torturous cycle two more times over the next moments as Trevor continued to tremble and shiver as he quietly breathed, "Oh! God. Uhhhnnnghooohh!" Then John allowed his fingers to search downward, whispering against the boy's pecks, continuing under Trevor's chest until they found the nipples of his breasts and slowly fondled the small, swollen buds of sensitized nerve endings. As if reacting to an electric shock, Trevor quickly arched his spine up, raising his chest off the black velvet in response to the sensations shooting through his nipples and down to his navel. 'Ohhhhhhhh, nnnggggggod!" John's eyes traveled luxuriously down the smooth muscles of Trevor's back to the base of his spine, just above the soft, dark crevasse between those smooth, sensitive globes. His fingertips softly pinched Trevor's swollen nipples one more time before slowly backtracking along Trevor's sides, across his ribs and down to his waist where they stopped. John marveled again at the goose bumps he caused just with this light touch and slowly, sensuously tickled Trevor's sides just above his pelvic bones. Trevor's buttocks suddenly squeezed together in a spasm of shudders as John tickled his waist and slowly moved down to the sides of his naked hips. Spurred on by Trevor's gasps, John allowed his slow, soft, flexing, tickly fingertips to find their way to the top of those awesome globes where the nails barely brushed across the boy-god's fully-awakened flesh. John's fingers discovered the subtle dimples at either side of Trevor's tail bone, then again softly slipped below to those sensitive spots over his hip bones at the top of his thighs. Trevor raised his buttocks into the air in reaction to John's relentless touchings and drove his pelvis back into the tight black velvet again as John's hands returned to the small of his back and up his spine to tickle the back of his neck and head. Trevor was beside himself, shivering and moaning, his cheeks twice as red and flushed as before, goose flesh covering his entire body. John suddenly lifted his hands from Trevor's shaking body and allowed him to 'cool down' for a moment as he quietly moved on his knees to where he was next to Trevor's left thigh. John could hear more breathing from the women in the audience and muted whispers among them but he still could not see anyone. Their hoods were down over their heads in the blackness beyond the lights. Theatre in the Round Back to the performance. John had loved women all his adult life but had wondered lately what it would be like with a man and now he began to feel an urgent attraction to this young athlete. John gazed at Trevor's buttocks and thighs so smooth and toned as the boy began to relax a little. John's hands, with a mind of their own, reached for Trevor's left calf and gently landed above the ankle where the fingertips once again tickled their way up the smooth, sculptured calf to linger on the back of Trevor's knee. Trevor began again to moan from the shivery ticklish sensation in his body. John's fingertips continued up Trevor's thigh to his left buttock. John continued lightly caressing Trevor from his buttock to his ankle as the boy squirmed in sweet agony. John's fingertips gradually worked their way along Trevor's inner thigh up to the crease between his buttocks. Trevor responded with a long, mournful, "ohhhhhhhhhhhhgodddddddd." John placed his hands on the inside of Trevor's left leg and gently but firmly pulled the left knee toward him to the edge of the futon. This movement opened the crease between Trevor's buttocks slightly. John then moved up to Trevor's head and on around to his right side. John settled at the boy's right hip where he reached across Trevor's back and gently, teasingly brushed his fingertips down across the boy's left ribcage toward his stomach which had been partially exposed when Trevor moved his left knee up on the edge of the futon. Trevor reacted immediately by rolling backwards toward John slightly onto his right side and moving his left knee up about eight inches. The fingers of John's left hand slipped softly down the newly-exposed side to Trevor's left hip bone where probing fingernails worried gently at the sensitive part of his pelvis and upper thigh, then reaching further under to gently tickle his stomach. Simultaneously, John's right hand took advantage of the opening Trevor had given it and carefully explored across the boy's ribs and softly found Trevor's left nipple. Trevor couldn't take it. The boy let out a long, torturous groan that caused many women in the audience to moan vicariously. After three or four minutes, John's fingers escaped those sensitive places on that man-child body and lightly flew across Trevor's opening buttocks to his right thigh where John began the same sequence of touches over the calves, thighs and right buttock, all the while kindling powerful, continuous, bone-chilling moans that escaped Trevor's full, trembling lips and eliciting erotic, feminine moans from the blackness around him. John reached inside Trevor's right leg and gently, insistently pulled his right knee toward him to the right edge of the black futon. John suddenly heard gasps from women in the audience who were seated directly over the base of the futon behind Trevor's body at his feet. John puzzled at what might have caused the women's' reaction at that moment. John got up and moved quickly around Trevor's head back to his left side once again and allowed his feathery fingertips to do their wicked work. John's right hand reached across and whispered down across Trevor's ribs to find that oh-so sensitive spot at his right pelvis. As John tickled that secret place, his left hand continued on its mission to slowly, lightly brush over and above Trevor's ribs and stomach to find that precious, puffy, swollen bud that was Trevor's sensitive right nipple. Trevor cried out in ecstasy, compulsively rolling back toward John, raising his right knee eight inches higher along the right edge of the black pad to match the angle of his left knee and in order to expose as much of the right side of his body to John's touch as he could in that position. John gazed at the way Trevor's legs were spread apart. There were soft moans continuing to come from the women directly behind Trevor as more intimate places on his body were revealed to the audience under those probing lights. John continued tormenting Trevor's sensitive nipple and stomach, then let his fingertips skip once again to both of Trevor's buttocks. Mounds that could rival or better those on the Statue of David. John gazed down at those gluts and finally discovered Trevor's pink, pouting anus presenting itself between those fabulous globes. The flowery orifice was pulsating as it opened and closed ever-so-slightly with each beat of Trevor's racing heart. John couldn't resist. His hands moved achingly toward the anus and perineum below. The fingers then brushed, one by one, gently across the surging anus and down toward the perineum - that excruciatingly sensitive place between Trevor's anus and scrotum, the root of Trevor's penis. Trevor exploded with cries, "Oh!!!!!! Oh, God!!!!! Don't stop!!!! I don't know if I can hold it!" Trevor forced his rear up into the air until his pelvis was suspended two feet above the tight black pad! John heard an even louder cry from the women seated behind Trevor! Then, John leaned over and looked at what they saw: Trevor's gigantic smooth ball sack swinging below his perineum, Trevor's huge testicles surged up and down inside, violently reacting to John's stimulation of his anus and perineum! John continued to relentlessly torment Trevor's most secret place with excruciatingly sensuous caresses, eight delicate fingertips alternating in turn, providing continuous stimulation to Trevor's erupting nerve endings between and below his buttocks. The scene took John's breath away. After five minutes of relentless stimulation, inevitably the erotic fingertips of John's right hand slipped down from Trevor's anus, across his perineum where they fluttered and danced down over Trevor's testicles! Trevor screamed! The stimulant in his body was working full strength now as the boy experienced ten times the intensity and the aching thrill of having his balls gently caressed and tickled for what seemed like an eternity!! All five feathery fingertips of John's right hand paid relentless, delicate attention to Trevor's balls while all five tingly fingertips of John's left hand continued their sensual torture of Trevor's anus and perineum!! The entire audience full of women cried out with Trevor as he continued to weep with joyful thrill. It was as if they could vicariously feel his sweet torture in that secret, private paradise spread open for all to see! Then John gently cupped Trevor's testicles in the palm of his right hand. They were full, smooth, heavy, soft and cool to the touch. John carefully, almost indiscernibly squeezed Trevor's scrotum and the boy let out a long, ghostly groan, forcing his buttocks high in the air, revealing to everyone behind the probing lights his convulsing anus. John's eyes were riveted to it. Without removing his hand John gently cupped Trevor's balls and quickly climbed on his knees onto the futon behind Trevor. John's face at that moment was ten inches away from that glorious pink orifice. John carefully leaned forward and, as he resumed gently tickling those huge balls with his right hand, John closed the distance between his lips and Trevor's anus. As Trevor trembled from the sensation in his scrotum, John slowly parted his lips and blew gentle air onto the anus. Trevor moaned. John continued relentlessly tickling Trevor's balls then slowly, softly reached forward with his left hand between Trevor's legs, beyond his scrotum, between his splayed, raised thighs where it brushed against the boy's yet-to-be-discovered penis! John's fingertips explored the long, hot, smooth length of it, feeling the swollen blood vessels criss-crossing the unseen goal. How incredibly huge it must be! John gently enveloped and squeezed the shaft in the palm of his left hand forcing a guttural moan from Trevor's lips. In response, Trevor's anus opened further. John opened his mouth to allow his tongue to snake out of its dark, hot, wet home. The tip of John's tongue was now one inch from the puffy, pink ring. Softly, the tip of the tongue reached its destination! "Ahhhhhhhhhh!!!!" The boy-god screamed but didn't dare shrink away from the exquisite probing! Trevor kept his place, dead still, like a bitch in heat as John's left hand softly cradled Trevor's phalus, the right fingertips continued their tickle torture of the ball sack and the older man's tongue lapped over, around and inside that heavenly circle between the boy's buttocks. Trevor's body trembled as the stimulation of his cock, balls and anus continued in a never-ending, all-consuming period of five minutes! The women in the audience continuously cried out as if they were pleading for Trevor's release! The electricity from Trevor's boiling genitals shot up John's hands and arms and the erotic energy from Trevor's delirious anus traveled to the back of John's throat. Both men were suddenly entering an altered state of ecstasy! John stopped. Trevor, suspended in mid air, panted like a dog. John decided it was time for Trevor to turn over! As Trevor turned over onto his back and rested up on his elbows trying to catch his breath, a sharp gasp came from the entire audience, including John. What they saw propped up before them on the black futon, was an incredibly beautiful Trevor, uncovered, gazing out into the darkness in all his young, strong, smooth masculine glory! All eyes feasted on Trevor, totally and completely nude from his beautiful shock of blond hair to his soft, warm brown eyes, his strong nose, jaw, full lips, broad swimmer's chest, swollen purple nipples, rippled stomach, long, powerful, smoothly-muscled legs...not a hair on his body below his forehead... and.... His cock. Trevor's beautiful, completely exposed cock. His gorgeous balls. No one breathed. Trevor looked into John's eyes, then looked down at John's crotch. Trevor's nostrils flared and his pupils grew ever larger as he suddenly noticed the unmistakably distinct outline of John's gigantic erection rising vertically toward his navel, pressed against the inside of his silk jump suit. All present became keenly aware of John's erection, perfectly molded against the nearly sheer silk of his jumpsuit. The mold of the mushroom head with its deep undercrease was evident. John had forgotten all about himself, lost in giving such extreme erotic pleasure to this young virgin male. His throbbing cock must have been there all along for anyone to see but John had not been in the light. Only his hands had been watched until now. Trevor's own cock, completely open and bare to the room's gaze, jumped up and stood erect five inches away from his tight abdominal muscles, the stretched, mirror-finish three-inch tip of his penis reflecting the lights. The swollen balls inside Trevor's huge dangling hairless scrotum moved to and fro as if they had a life of their own, preparing for their final awakening. Incredible! All ninety nine women and one man gazed, frozen with wonder and anticipation, at this dreamy exhibition. John finally regained his senses and returned to reality when Trevor gazed up at him and said, "I wanna cum, John. Make me cum now." "Not yet, Son," John murmured softly. "We have more work to do. Lie back now." Trevor's eyes grew smokier with anticipation of many sweet tortures about to rack his body. He tossed his head back, closed his eyes then obediently lay back on the futon and tried to relax, preparing his body for what John was about to do to it. John looked down on this beautiful young man with love and wonder. Soon he would give the boy a truly spiritual experience and, most likely be given one of his own. John moved to a place above Trevor's head and looked down at long lashes on closed eyes. John's hands automatically knew what to do now. The soft fingertips again found their way beginning at Trevor's temples, lightly circling them as the muscles in Trevor's stomach and quads began to relax for a moment. The fingertips slowly worked their way down to the sides of Trevor's neck where goose bumps again appeared. The nerves were still so sensitive. As John tickled the sides of Trevor's neck, the boy's abdominal muscles began to spasm as the nerves in his navel resonated to the excruciating touches to his neck. John's erotic touch slowly brushed down over Trevor's collar bones and on to his erect, darkening nipples where John once again lingered, teased, tortured and lightly pinched to Trevor's rising encore of moans. As John did these things to Trevor he gazed at that beautiful hairless cock. John swore to himself that Trevor's cock was growing even longer and thicker from the constant stimulation of his nipples. It was! It was growing longer! The shiny purple head was becoming even more engorged, the dark hole at the tip aimed right at John's eyes, widening! My God! And the women in the audience noticed too! Moans and whispers drifted to the stage from the darkness. John heard silk rustling through the audience as the women squirmed in their black velvet seats. The sexual scent of nearly a hundred females became even stronger and sweeter. John swiftly, silently moved to Trevor's feet. He slowly, deliberately sank to his knees on the futon between Trevor's legs which were spread wide on the black velvet. John gazed through foggy eyes at Trevor's genitals and discovered that he wanted them. He wanted them in his hands. He wanted them in his mouth. He wanted them any way possible. He desperately needed them! John was becoming consumed with the thought of having Trevor's cock, of doing many things to it, of guiding it steadily toward that eruption all those present anticipated so achingly this afternoon and couldn't wait for any longer. John's hands absently descended to Trevor's trembling knees then gently ran tickling fingernails up his quads to his hip bones then on to his stomach beneath the pulsating penis. John continued tickling Trevor lightly all over the front of his body from his nipples to his toes for a quarter hour, avoiding his cock, purposely delaying the inevitable as Trevor's body slowly built to an excruciating level of trembling stimulation. Then John leaned down and forward. Twelve inches away, directly before John's face, was Trevor's swollen, pulsating cock! It was so turgid, erect, swollen and long that it must have surpassed its original measurements! It had grown to 13 ½ inches from stomach to tip!! The gigantic mushroom-shaped satin head at the tip of Trevor's cock had darkened to a rich purple. The hole at the end gaped wide, it's hot, dark recessed tube warning of an impending tremendous upheaval. The hole had expanded to at least a half inch!! The massive head had also grown and appeared to be three inches across at the shiny rim! The long shaft had swollen to a full 2 ½ inches in diameter! As John gazed at Trevor's Glory he couldn't get his breath for a moment. The fingernails of John's right hand slowly moved toward Trevor's balls and began brushing across them, encompassing them from side to side and top to bottom, over and under, lightly scratching them like wings of butterflies from Trevor's perineum to the beginning of his long shaft, up and down, up and down. The convulsing scrotum crawled upward. The penis jumped further up and away from Trevor's tight stomach! John's left hand slowly reached toward the towering phallus until soft fingertips glided against the length of it. John's soft fingers gently brushed up and down the shaft traversing the bulging web of swollen blood vessels covering the towering cock. All this stimulation was driving Trevor closer and closer to insanity. His cock was throbbing! Then the thumb and forefinger of John's left hand carefully reached for the erect creature and ever-so-gently encircled its shaft an inch below the dry, shiny purple mushroom cap. The shaft was so engorged with Trevor's blood that the tips of John's two fingers could stop no closer than nearly two inches apart, the fingertips unable to meet around the shaft. The three remaining fingers of John's left hand enveloped the shaft. The width of John's whole hand was only able to cover a third of the length! John focused his sight beyond the giant phallus to Trevor's face. The two men looked deeply into each other's eyes for a long moment. Trevor's eyes said, "Please! Do me! Now!" The sound of a collective, erotic, heavy breathing came from the dark audience surrounding the men. John refocused his gaze on Trevor's dream cock as his left hand slowly began to pull the engorged head to within four inches of his nose. And mouth. John had never paused in his constant fluttering under, over and around Trevor's balls. The cock continued to pulsate and practically breathe through that gaping dark hole. John continued to softly grip the shaft and almost imperceptibly began to slide his hollow, ribbed tube of fingers down and away from the shiny mushroom cap. The fingers stopped two inches down then slowly returned to cuddle up against the inside of the overhanging ridge, continuing ever-so slightly upward, stretching the ridge up toward the hole and lifting the boy's balls higher with the stroke. John returned to a slow two-inch down stroke. Trevor was absolutely still and silent as he briefly held his breath. John stretched Trevor's love tube upward again, gently forcing the ring made by his thumb and forefinger up against the ridge of the boy's cock head and lifting those heavenly, huge testicles higher. John gazed down at those priceless balls vibrantly alive in the soft, hairless cum bag that was the 18-year-old's scrotum. Slowly, deliberately, John's lips targeted their destination as John slid down to his stomach between Trevor's trembling thighs. John took Trevor's left testicle, which had swollen to an incredible 1 ¾ inches in diameter and sucked it gently into his mouth. Trevor's tingling egg popped into John's gaping mouth and pulsated against his tongue. John swabbed the smooth sphere with his wet tongue causing urgent groans to escape Trevor's lips once again. John released Trevor's left testicle and slid to its pulsating partner, taking it into his mouth to tease it with his wet, textured tongue. Trevor's cock towered above John's forehead as he opened even wider and, incredibly, sucked both of Trevor's testicles into his mouth! Still holding Trevor's phallus with his left hand, John dropped his right middle finger to Trevor's distended anus and began tickling it. As John washed Trevor's balls with his tongue his finger entered Trevor's pink sphincter, probed up and forward to find the edge of the boy's gigantic prostate gland. Trevor sucked in a huge breath and let it out with an explosive "Ahhhhhhh!!! Oh, God! Ahhhhhhh!!!" John softly expelled Trevor's balls from his worshipping mouth, slid his finger out of Trevor's anus and leaned back up on his knees. Trevor breathed in sharply again as John's left thumb and forefinger repeated the soft, slow journey up and down over those two volatile inches below the huge mushroom cap. John leaned his face in to take a close look at Trevor's twitching manhood, focusing on that gorgeous tip within four inches of his eyes. John looked at the vacuous hole at the tip of Trevor's penis. As he focused on the hole before his eyes a round, clear drop of liquid the size of a large pearl appeared at the opening. The pre-cum was like liquid crystal as it sat there gently vibrating with the energy building in the dark, open shaft below. John was overtaken with passion. He leaned forward the remaining four inches, opened his lips and touched them to the clear drop of pre seminal fluid, the soft lips surrounded only the opening to Trevor's urethra. John slowly sucked in. The sweet, salty fluid rushed onto his tongue. It felt slippery. The tip of John's tongue gently probed back through his lips until it rested against the hole. More clear fluid flowed freely onto John's tongue and continued in a smooth stream into John's mouth and throat. He swallowed. Trevor remained dead still. Theatre in the Round John's lips, still in that electrifying love kiss, began to open further, expanding and sliding toward the ridge one inch away down Trevor's shaft. John dropped his tongue to accommodate the base of the boy's mushroom head as it began to enter his mouth so he could continue receiving the sweet pre-cum nectar. It wouldn't stop flowing from the urethra that now lay inside John's mouth against the middle of his tongue. The precum continued to surge from the boy's cock hole, filling John's mouth. John's lips continued down the road to Heaven, sliding and crawling like a caterpillar closer and closer to the drop off at the ridge. Suddenly, John's lips snapped over Trevor's three-inch head and locked against the 2 ½-inch shaft! John groaned with erotic passion. Trevor, in his heightened state of tactile awareness felt in his cock head the vibration of John's vocal chords and groaned loudly. Trevor tried his best to remain still and take in the stimulus. At the underside tip deep below the surface of his steel cock he began to sense a low, aching tickle he had never felt before. John opened his jaws inside his mouth as wide as he possibly could as his lips were sealed around the head of Trevor's cock. He did this in order to allow his tongue to move more freely. John began to gently flick the tip of his tongue up and down over the special place where Trevor was beginning to sense that aching tickle. John's strong tongue continued to torment the underside tip of the cock one inch below Trevor's urethra and gently flicked and probed the gaping hole itself. Pre-seminal fluid was still flowing freely without pause as John gulped it down. John's fingernails left Trevor's scrotum now and the man gently massaged Trevor's balls in the palm and fingers of his right hand. As he did so, Trevor moaned again. John then extended the long third finger of his right hand down below Trevor's scrotum in search of that pulsating anus until the tip of the third finger lightly brushed across the orifice and gently probed the hole. In response, Trevor quickly began bringing his knees up so John could have easier access to the crevasse between his trembling buns. John's tongue continued flicking for a few more minutes as the clear fluid filled his thirsty throat, then he dropped his left hand lightly down to the base of Trevor's cock, just above the scrotum and held the giant shaft straight up in the air. His lips retreated for a moment and John sat up to look into Trevor's eyes. They were burning. The boy could hardly take the sensations in his anus as John gently, rhythmically moved his third finger in and out of the tight opening, brushing against his prostate. John looked back down at the tortured pole and swiftly, smoothly swooped down on it with his lips, quickly sliding tightly down over the head and onto the shaft. John didn't stop diving until he suddenly felt the tip of Trevor's cock against his uvula. John couldn't stop! Trevor screamed as John popped all the rings of his esophagus down over the pulsating ridge! John didn't stop until he could feel Trevor's cock against the opening to his stomach! He paused there as Trevor continued to moan and pant, then slowly worked his way back up the shaft until his lips were free of the head. The audience was constantly groaning and rustling about in the silk. It was unbearable. It was time. John watched the pre cum flow out onto Trevor's cock head and down the shaft, making it shiny and slippery. John positioned both hands over Trevor's vertical phallus and dropped his cupped left hand around and down the slick cock from tip to balls. As the left hand neared the bottom, the right hand followed at the slippery head, then the left, then the right, creating an electric sensation in Trevor that felt like his rock-hard penis was being driven straight, deeper and deeper into a never-ending rippled, slippery velvet shaft. Trevor raised his buns off the mat in a vain attempt to thrust to the end of that massaging tube but the end never materialized. Trevor was bordering on hysteria. John and the women watching were bordering on insanity. It was just too much. John stopped! He looked and saw that the hole at the tip of Trevor's totally vertical penis was suddenly dry! The head was suspended in time! John dropped his lips down over Trevor's cock head and began to suck. John's right hand again cupped Trevor's surging balls. John's left hand took its place of honor at the huge, swollen shaft that was Trevor's body and soul. John's right hand began gently tickling and massaging Trevor's beautiful balls. John's left hand began its promised journey down and up Trevor's thick phallus. It was quiet. Nobody breathed. John could only breath through his nose as the huge cock filled his mouth. Trevor appeared to be asleep. John continued sucking, tickling and massaging Trevor. This continued for five more minutes as John's memory raced back to what Amanda had said during their briefing...that Trevor's prostate holds a quart of semen...that he would cum for two minutes...that, when he came, he could shoot his cum six feet into the air eighty times!! John kept sucking and massaging. Trevor took a deep breath and let it out. Again. He relaxed all his muscles and took another deep breath, commanding his body to remain limp as John's lips and hands did unspeakable things to him. The tiny itchy tickle that wouldn't leave the base of the tip of Trevor's cock began to slowly grow until it began to expand out into the entire shiny, purple head. My God. It's happening. For the first time in the boy's life. The itch deepened until it lay claim to the entire cock, mushrooming from tip-shaft-to-balls. The teenager's balls became still and drew up into his scrotum becoming tight and hard. John's right hand sensed this and closed more tightly but still gently around the ball sack, the third of John's long, sensitive fingers again snaked its way to the opening of the boy's anus. The finger tip found its hot purchase inside. And now John's left hand concentrated only on the two super-sensitive inches below the head of the child's megacock. John's lips, locked around the god head, felt it swell even further. John felt Trevor valiantly attempting to relax his muscles and he was doing an admiral job. Suddenly a low, mournful, exquisite, other-worldly moan grew deep inside Trevor's being. The groan traveled up to his throat and grew louder as Trevor flattened his lower back against the pad thrusting his hips up and his cock deeper into John's rhythmic, sucking, flicking mouth. John felt Trevor's balls draw tighter. He felt Trevor's cock swell and grow hotter. Suddenly, without warning, Trevor's voice exploded, "AAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! The shaft lurched! The dry hole widened inside John's mouth! Suddenly, John's left hand could feel a strong bubbly vibration climbing inside the ever-swelling shaft! Then! An explosion! A blast! Erupting jets of hot, thick, white, searing volcanic sweet cream shot from Trevor's living, breathing cock head!!! The fiery cream crashed and splashed against the back of John's delirious throat!! Again! Just under two seconds later, the cock exploded again with the heavy, white love juice!! Again! Again!! Again!!! Trevor's husky voice rhythmically built to another scream!! The audience screamed!! John screamed a muffled scream around that huge cock, trying to keep up with the onslaught of thick, foamy semen he was hungrily gulping down. It continued. It didn't end. The flaming, arching center of the Universe was right in the head of this dreamy exploding cock. One eternal minute of convulsions passed and there was no let up in the intensity of Trevor's agonizing, unbearable orgasm. Eventually, John couldn't swallow fast enough and was beginning to drown in the boy's semen so he snapped his mouth away from Trevor's erupting shaft and the white-hot jets of cream shot over and over and over six to seven feet in the air! Huge drops of frothy cum were falling out of the black sky onto Trevor's chest, stomach and legs. Trevor screamed for mercy!!! It wouldn't stop!!! Seventy eruptions of the fiery liquid had fired before the spasms came at longer intervals. The salvos eventually slowed until they were five seconds apart, shooting only three feet into the air now. John lowered his lips again to Trevor's cock head and took the huge, purple mushroom tip greedily into his cum-hungry mouth. John could smell the pungent sex that everyone could smell in the dark room under the bright lights. He could taste the acidic, sweet semen that continued to freely surge and flow from Trevor's penis. The fluid continued shooting from the stiff shaft into John's mouth for another minute and still kept going! Trevor had grown quiet and still but his cock continued to pump jets of thick, bubbly cream deep into John's throat. John looked up toward the boy's face and suddenly realized the child had passed out. Trevor was unconscious but his body incredibly continued to convulse in a perfect wet dream of the powerful, never-ending orgasm. Finally, the river of cum was spent. Trevor's balls relaxed and slowly dropped into the warm palm of John's right hand. The sphincter that had gripped that third finger so crushingly at the onset of The Orgasm was totally relaxed now allowing the slippery finger to slip out and away from the crevice between those smooth hot buns. The shaft remained hard and deep purple as fluid mixed with any tardy sperm-laden semen slowly flowed and dripped in long, thick strings from the sleeping boy's urethra. It was done. The lights went down. In the thick, musky darkness Amanda's lips appeared next to John's ear and she spoke in a husky whisper, "Thank you, John, you were wonderful. That's the end of Act One. After intermission we'll begin Act Two." John stood in the darkness of the theatre allowing Amanda's whispered words to sink in. He could smell the scent of her warm, smooth, soft naked body under her thin silk robe as she breathed into his right ear. Her soft hands slid down his right arm to find his hand, taking it warmly into both of hers as she drew him back toward the doorway, "Come with me, John. We need to get you ready for Act Two." John followed his beautiful guide back to the dressing room where he had undressed what seemed like days before. Amanda was radiant as she turned back toward him and slowly ran her green eyes up from his groin to hold his brown eyes in a warm, heavy gaze. She smiled slightly and said, "Looks like you enjoyed the show, too." John looked into the dressing mirrors and discovered his raging erection was still there and the black silk that covered his large penis was wet with his pre-seminal fluid. The result was a nearly sheer covering over John's genitals. Amanda's fingertips went to the zipper at John's collarbone. Amanda gazed into John's eyes as she slowly unzipped the silk jumpsuit covering his body. His penis leaped out at her as the zipper spread open to John's thigh. Amanda slid the sleeves off of John's arms and allowed the silk to fall to the floor around his feet. "Step out of those, John. You won't need them anymore through the rest of tonight." "Rest of tonight?" John thought. "How long can this last?" he wondered. Amanda again took John's hand and led him into an adjoining shower room where three soft water jets serviced a large communal shower. "Let's get you nice and clean, John," said Amanda as she stood aside. John obediently turned one of the showers on and enjoyed the instant warm water gently spraying his chest. This water felt wonderful and washed the pre-cum from his stomach and legs and refreshed him. The soft water droplets pelted his erect penis, stimulating it even more. Amanda watched him intently. Standing beside John was a Goddess of a woman! The most beautiful woman he had ever seen! Her jet black hair teased her exquisite large deep emerald eyes and high cheek bones. His eyes continued down to her sweet nose and onto those indescribably luscious, full lips barely revealing perfect, white teeth. Onto the ever-so-subtle cleft in her chin. This woman was the most beautiful he'd ever seen and this woman was standing next to his naked body looking at him with warm, loving, heavy-lidded eyes. "Let me wash you, John." Amanda took a soft cloth and soap from the shower caddy and worked the cloth into a generous lather. John could only stand there in front of Amanda as she slowly, deliberately placed the soapy cloth against his chest and, standing now to his side, gently wiped and washed away any trace of body oils and foamy love residue from his chest, arms and stomach. John's penis stood rock hard at attention. Amanda saw and slowly smiled as she locked into his foggy gaze. The wet, soapy cloth found its target and John squirmed and moaned as Amanda teased the gigantic cock clean. Then on to John's scrotum where his balls vibrated to the gentle brushings of the cloth in Amanda's hand. The cloth continued its gentle task down and up both of John's legs and around to his buttocks and back. "Oh, Lord, this is too good to be true," John mused, "Remind me to write a nice thank you note to my Internet service provider." "Rinse," commanded Amanda's smooth voice. John rinsed. Now John began to realize what a profound experience he was having. It had only been thirty minutes ago that he had fallen into a chasm of male sex with Trevor on that futon and now he was with Amanda and was reminded that he loved women more than ever! Amanda allowed the shower to wash away the soapy bubbles from his body, turned off the water and took John by the hand to lead him to the nearby towel rack where she passed him a large, soft towel. "Get completely dry, John, so we can powder you down. That'll make your skin nice, soft and sensitive." After John was dry she led him to the dressing room where he saw a narrow professional massage table he didn't remember seeing before. "Lie down on your back, John." He obeyed. He was keenly aware of Amanda's eyes slowly, thoughtfully, traveling up and down his naked body, staring for a few moments at his engorged penis, the pupils of her eyes widening with erotic pleasure. Amanda took a plastic bottle of unscented powder and gently shook it over John's hairless body, covering John's chest, stomach, thighs and legs with the fine powder. Then a measure of the soft powder rained down on John's stiff cock and scrotum. Amanda put down the powder and smiled as she picked up what looked like a large fur mitten from a nearby table and put it on her hand. John's cock was still at serious attention as the fur mitt softly brushed the powder away from his shoulders and chest, lingering over his stiffening nipples before continuing onto his stomach and legs, then Amanda's mitt teasingly brushed against his balls and up the swollen shaft of his pulsating penis. "Turn over," Amanda whispered. The beautiful raven-haired goddess powdered John's back, buttocks and legs and whisked the powder away with the soft mitt. She lingered erotically in the valley of John's buttocks and gently brushed the powdered fur mitt across his anus, perineum and scrotum. John almost came in that instant! Amanda recognized this and stopped with a grin. Amanda stepped to the closet where she took a clean, fresh silk robe identical to hers from a hook. "Come here, John." John got up, allowing his stiff cock to lead the way like a twelve-inch divining rod as he stepped toward Amanda. She stepped around and slipped the sleeves of the black, silk robe up his arms and settled the soft, light silk on his shoulders. John closed the robe around him. They were ready for Act Two. Realizing John hadn't seen the program, Amanda whispered, "Let's go watch the show. I've arranged a seat for you next to me. You're going to love it!" John stopped for a moment as he saw that the stage had been transformed during his break. It was now a perfectly round futon, raised the same two feet above the floor. A black silk pillow had been placed in the center of the pad and there were four soft, black furry straps four feet long anchored around the base of the futon. Amanda and John sank into their soft, black seats next to the stage. John looked around in the dim light and noticed the other women seated next to him and around the audience. John was startled as he looked around him. Each and every face was strikingly beautiful...just as Amanda's was! John was surrounded by beauty! How could he deserve all this!? Amanda leaned close to his right ear and whispered, "John, let me tell you what's about to take place. Remember when I mentioned the 'psychological study' we did at Trevor's high school? Remember that the girls at his school all wished they could have him?" "Yes," replied John as he imagined what those young classmates of Trevor's would like to do to his body and receive from him in return. Amanda went on, "We found one of his classmates who participated in our study to be especially interesting. Her name is Jenny. She just celebrated her 18th birthday yesterday and has never made love." John imagined this sweet, cute 17-year-old schoolgirl looking with shy longing at Trevor in the hallways and classrooms, keenly watching his gorgeous body as he competed in swimming matches. "John, tonight Trevor and Jenny will experience their first date. They'll experience it in a way no other new, fresh young couple could dream of...they will make erotic love to each other right here in front of us." John's pulse accelerated as he pictured the young boy-god he had just brought to a crashing, volcanic eruption, giving a beautiful young virgin girl her first erotic orgasmic experience. Suddenly John noticed the stage lights beginning to grow brighter. From the darkness behind the audience appeared three robed figures. Two tall, beautiful raven-haired women who could have been Amanda's triplet sisters were covered in thin black silk robes. They escorted a slightly shorter, teen-aged blond girl who was wearing only a long, fine, thin, filmy, nearly transparent robe. It was Jenny! Jenny's soft blond hair fell around her shoulders, her wide, huge blue eyes gazed in wonder around her. Her bright eyes attempted to probe the darkness, they studied the round, black futon before her, the fur straps laid out to the sides. The girl's fine nostrils slightly flared over soft, generous lips. John could clearly see Jenny's hard, excited nipples surging against the fine, thin, transparent robe. Amanda whispered, "She doesn't know what's about to take place. Only that she's been promised an incredible experience that would never harm her and would give her the thrill of her life. She's been showered, powdered and brushed with fur mitts, prepared for this event with the same enhancing substances administered to Trevor. Watch." The two silk-robed figures led Jenny to the round futon and stood at her sides. Jenny looked as if she were in a daze but her eyes sparkled with anticipation as she looked down at the black futon with its fur straps and its perfectly-centered silk pillow. Images of fantasy were beginning to grow in her mind as she began to imagine how the straps would be used on the erotic stage set before her. Jenny attempted to see through the revealing bright lights into the darkness where John and Amanda sat together but was unable to see anything but the futon, the straps, the pillow and her two attendants. Slowly and silently the two women with Jenny reached up and released the ties at her shoulders and the gossamer robe slowly floated to the floor around Jenny's feet. John suddenly inhaled at the unbelievable sight. Jenny was completely naked, her creamy white skin flawless, bathed under the probing lights. Her full blond hair cascaded over her wide shoulders. Her ample soft, creamy alabaster breasts were tipped with sweet, puffy, light pink aureoles. Her darker nipples stood out for all to see as Jenny breathed in deeply to smell the erotic scents that, again, were permeating the dark room around her.