The Breakthrough in the Unknown

I started pushing into his mouth, rocking my hips towards him, going deep into the warm, slippery cave, and he eagerly and skillfully accepted me. He pulled my skin over the head with his lips and caressed it further with his tongue, kneading my balls in the rhythm of sucking; I began to sigh and pant more and more and I exclaimed loudly: "Oh God, I'm going to cum!... I'm going to cum in your mouth... swallow me to the end... aaahh!" I pushed deep into him a few more times, tensed up, and spilled. He greedily swallowed me, every drop of sperm ended up in his greedy throat. He licked my cock and kissed it gently

For more than three years, I have been working as a set designer in a theater in Zagreb. A pretty demanding job, but dynamic and full of interesting encounters. I learn firsthand all the quirks of the most famous actors and directors and piece together the puzzle of their more or less happy lives.

Yesterday was the premiere of a play by a young director, still unknown to the wider public. Igor had just graduated from the academy, and this was his first directing experience outside of college. We got along well, he is always kind and smiling, and he awaited the audience's reaction after the show without any nervousness. And the reaction was more than expected; applause and shouts guaranteed a successful career for the young artist. He stood proudly on stage, his long blonde hair tied in a ponytail, shining under the spotlights, and his full pink lips smiled along with his bright dreamy eyes. Casually dressed in a beige shirt and slacks, his sturdy figure radiated irresistible sex appeal.

It was already close to midnight when the last groups of people were leaving the theater, and of course, it was up to me to tidy up the stage for tomorrow's rehearsals. I didn't feel excluded; I loved being alone on stage, I turned on the old good Sinatra on the tape recorder, switched on the stage lights, and started tidying up. Many chairs and props needed to be put away; I concluded that I wouldn't go to bed before three in the morning. The back curtain in the backstage was down, but it seemed to me that it gently swayed. It was already quite old and worn, with a few holes that, thank God, were not visible from the audience. I approached the curtain, which moved again. I reached out and felt something on the other side. By the contours, I concluded it was a man. I wanted to reveal him, but I heard his whisper:
"Don't... Just let me take you."

I was visibly confused, but his voice instilled trust and an unusual warmth in me. I stood right next to the red fabric and felt his outline approaching me. Our bodies were now pressed together, separated only by the stiff curtain. He placed his hands on my chest, as if he could see me, and slid them down my body. It was so exciting; I thought I was dreaming. I shuddered when his palm reached my cock; I felt it awakening beneath the firm denim. He caressed it until it became hard and thick, pushing through my pants. I heard the quiet voice again:
"Pull out your cock and push it through the gap in the curtain."

Right at the height of my excited shaft, there was a hole; I unbuttoned my jeans, pulled out my cock, and pushed it through the other side of the curtain, eagerly awaiting further events. My cock was deep in the gap, my balls were just tapping against the red fabric. Then I felt warm breath on the head of my cock and a gentle lick of the tongue at the tip. I shuddered and grabbed the curtain with both hands. I felt his thick tongue sliding along the entire length of my cock, tapping it and nibbling it, trying to reach my balls. I helped him and stuffed my balls through the hole. He immediately grabbed them with his tongue, licked my balls, pulled them into his mouth, stroked and kissed them. I could hardly wait for him to suck my whole cock and start sucking it. It was so unusual, as if I was fucking the curtain, but the warmth of the stranger's mouth was indescribably pleasing to me.

I felt dizzy when he moved his lips to the hot head and firmly enveloped it. He sank down to the base of my cock, swallowed it to my balls, and started sucking. He kneaded my balls with his hand and vigorously pulled my cock; it was so wet and hot in his mouth, he squeezed me tightly and swallowed faster. I started pushing into his mouth, rocking my hips towards him, going deep into the warm, slippery cave, and he eagerly and skillfully accepted me. He pulled my skin over the head with his lips and caressed it further with his tongue, kneading my balls in the rhythm of sucking; I began to sigh and pant more and more and I exclaimed loudly:
"Oh God, I'm going to cum!... I'm going to cum in your mouth... swallow me to the end... aaahh!"

I pushed deep into him a few more times, tensed up, and spilled. He greedily swallowed me, every drop of sperm ended up in his greedy throat. He licked my cock and kissed it gently. I was still holding onto the curtain when he started stroking my cock with something hard but warm. He spoke to me again:
"Do you know what this is? My cock got fucking hard when I was sucking you."
I knew what he wanted, and I wanted it too.
"I want you to fuck me, like this over the curtain!"

I pulled a chair from the stage, leaned over the backrest, and offered him my hole through the opening. I felt his saliva-moistened middle finger pressed against my ass and gently caressed me with it. I opened up for him more and more, his finger slipped inside me and gently fucked me. Oh, how good that felt, but I was waiting for the real thing, which, to my delight, quickly followed.

He pulled his finger out of me and pressed the thick, warm head against my ass. A few gentle movements of his hips and I was already accepting him inside me. He entered slowly; I hugged him tightly and pushed him deeper and deeper. In a short, sudden move, he was entirely inside me and began to rock gently. We quickly found the rhythm of fucking; I was pushing myself onto his cock, and he was pushing it into me. My cock started to rise again; I was like an untamed wild animal. He pulled his hardened meat out of me, my ass remained gaping and wet, and he suddenly shoved it back in.
"Do you like how I fuck you?", he asked me, panting.

"Mmm... yes... just destroy me...", I replied in ecstasy.
He pulled his cock out of my ass again, only to thrust it back in even more forcefully, and repeating this game a few times, he stuffed it so deep that his balls were tapping against the red curtain. He slid in like he was greased; I felt his cock getting even harder, he was pounding me so hard that I had to hold tightly onto the chair. We were panting and sighing, he quickened the rhythm, and I heard him shout:
"I'm going to fill your ass with sperm... I'm cumming!!!"

Now for the first time, I recognized the voice of the young director Igor, and it was even more arousing knowing that he was fucking me. He thrust his cock a few more times into my ass and filled me with a huge amount of sperm. He stayed inside me for a long time, breathing heavily; we slowly separated and finally removed the barrier between us. He stepped in front of me, still with a swollen cock, approached me with a smile, and kissed me. He parted my lips with his tongue and gently pushed it into my eager mouth. Without words, we continued to kiss, illuminated by discreet spotlights. Our bodies pressed together in a passionate kiss, the smell of sweat and sperm intoxicated me, and the newly awakened cocks tapped against each other.

Igor brought another chair closer, we sat facing each other, getting really close. I threw my legs over Igor's, our cocks almost touching, and spontaneously started jerking each other off. We kissed gently and stroked our cocks, rubbing them against each other, our bodies trembling, looking into each other's eyes and enjoying endlessly. With my other hand, I stroked Igor's hot balls and gently pushed my finger into his ass. I fucked him similarly to how he had fucked me; I was already on the verge of orgasm, and I wanted us to cum together and seal this wonderful theater evening full of premieres. He read my intention in my eyes, pushed my finger even deeper into his ass, and cried out:
"I'm going to cum, I want you to cum with me!"

I responded affirmatively with my gaze, our palms were wild on our cocks, and with animalistic cries, we began to shoot sperm at each other. The white liquid dripped down our bellies and chests, our cocks relaxed together, and we gently kissed to the soft sounds of Sinatra's "My Way".