Date: Fri, 15 Jul 2005 21:01:44 -0500
From: ken williams <kenjamin107@hotmail.com>
Subject: Summer tour 3

Disclaimer: This story contains explicit sex between consenting males. If
you are not allowed to read further 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)



The rehearsal for the chorus went pretty much the same as the rehearsal
for the leads so I won't bore you with all the details. Just that Thad
and I were paired for the exercise and we did a scene that involved us
being roommates and he was convincing me to audition for pretty lady.
Satan's spawn loved it.

     After rehearsals and costume fittings we ( Thad and I) went to the
Broadway diner for a bite to eat. Broadway diner was a little dive right
around the corner from the rehearsal hall that specialized in all the 50s
diner stuff (i.e. malts, melts, etc.) The fact that it played almost
exclusively show tunes made it a popular hangout with actors and techies.
And the queens too, but they are a different sort of creature all
together.

     We grabbed a booth and sat down just as our waiter strolled up to
the table. Think a short VIN diesel.

     " So, uh, whattya want?" he spat out, while drooling over Mr. Thad
and not so much as throwing me a glance.

     " I'll have a patty melt and a chocolate malt," I said forcing his
eyes off of my pseudo date.

     " That sounds good. I'll have the same," Thad said with that voice
that could make you cream your pants just hearing it.

     And with that our waiter was gone. I watched him walk down the aisle
and my GOD the boy could set his tray on his ass. I mean he had the most
perfect vision of what has been called a ghetto booty I have ever seen.
My eyes must have lingered a bit too long because when I looked back at
Thad he had a goofy grin on his face.

     "So how long have you known?" He asked me. Talk about straight to
the point. I was thinking dinner, a smoke, and then we could breach this
subject around dessert.

    " Uh, I think I've always known. As long as I can remember I've been
looking at girls in envy, and at boys in lust." I said fishing through my
bag to find my newports. As I put one to my lips he lit it for me like in
an old movie with Cary Grant.

     " And what about you? When did you know?" I asked making the
assumption that if I had seen him checking me out, then he must be
"family" as my friend Chris would say. I suppose I caught him off gaurd
because he started floundering like a fish out of water.

     " Uh, well, it's kinda, well, you know---" He started. Even though
he was adorable doing this I thought I would ease his tension a bit, so I
changed the subject.

        " So what did you think of the nazi" I asked sipping my coffee,
which had just arrived along with our malts.

    " He really wasn't that bad" He started " I had him pegged for a
nasty director who would throw us in the stocks if we said a wrong line"
He laughed fixing his coffee and sipping his malt at the same time.

    "Well, It was just the first day" I replied. " I have to memorize
half a script and 4 songs by tomorrow for blocking practice. Perhaps the
chorus has yet to see the so called nazi side, but rest assured, the
principals and understudies saw it this morning."

     " Wow!  Well hey, would you like me to help you run lines? I mean
it's always been easier for me to bounce them off someone, especially
with inflections and accents" He offered.

 If only he knew what he had let himself in for-- " I would live for you
to stay with me. I said smiling. More and more I was looking at Thad as
more than just a body, as a person. A kind, sweet huggable person.

     Our Patty melts came and we made short order of devouring them with
hardly a word spoken before we started running lines. I looked at my
watch, which told me it was 10:45.

    "Uh, Thad, would you mind if I called the folks to check in before we
start? That way we could be totally devoted to the project at hand." I
said, easing my way out of the booth.

     " Naw, that's cool Al, I'll order some more coffee if the waiter
gets back before you do." he replied.

 I walked about 3 feet away from the table and had the distinct feeling I
was being watched. I turned just in time to see Thad bury his head in the
script. Usually I would have shouted something like "Take a picture, it
will last longer" or something equally as catty, but I actually liked
that watching me. It meant at least he was interested. Of course I then
let my mind wander----

  ----- Thad and I were backstage just after final curtain call. I felt
his hand on the small of my back pulling me to him. "You were Awesome
tonight, love," he gently whispered in my ear as he began to nibble on
my neck. " You hafta say that" I started, melting into him. " Why don't
you let me show you exactly how much I enjoyed your performance with a
performance of my own?" He purred leading me to my dressing room. I
began to undress, but he stopped me. He gently started to disrobe me,
kissing each newly exposed piece of flesh.------

My fantasy was interrupted by my clumsily bumping into the waiter on my
way out the door.

" If you're gonna bump me like that, you could at least buy me dinner
first." He spat, as he quickly passed me.

"Whatever, bitch" I returned, just loud enough for him to hear, as I
walked out onto the patio.

 First, I called my mom, to let her know I was running lines at the diner
and probably would not be home anytime soon. Being the perfect drama mom
she is, she said that was fine and she'd leave the light on for me. Next
I called Hans. I saw his number as a missed call, and knew he was
probably worried. Ya see he is my fuck buddy as I said, but he is also
one of my best girlfriends. I told him where I was and who I was with. He
was mildly impressed saying, " Oh him. I mean he's cute and all, but---"
I hate when the green eyed bitch called jealousy rears her head, and Hans
was one of the bitch's best friends. I hurried him off the phone and
returned to Mr. Thad, who was reading my script and pouring himself
another cup of coffee. When he saw me he filled me in on what I already
knew

" Ummm, I don't know if you knew, but you have a lot of lines before
we're in the money! Not to mention a song!"

  " I know dear" I started " That's why we ordered coffee," I said
smiling and lighting my cigarette. " So whatya say we do the song first
and then go back and do the lines"

The look on his face betrayed his thought process immediately.

 " I won't sing the song, just go through the words. I am not the type
who just goes belting out show tunes in public, even here."

He smiled and shook his head, as I began

" I'm young and healthy, and you got charms, it would really be a sin not
to have you in my arms"

  Funny how this song described exactly how I felt at the moment; but
anyway---



Authors note: I know, I hate it when the story ends in the middle of a
scene, but as my mentor taught me I am writing "From the hip" and this is
what I got to. The fantasy was for the one who thinks I'm a wham, bam,
thank you writer___ you know who you are! Anyways comments and critiques
are always welcome. Till next time

KeNjAmIn