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Horny During Rehearsal

I am currently performing in a college production and this past weekend was our first technical rehearsal. I had been home the previous night with my girlfriend and we had engaged in some limited sexual activity, but I was still terribly horny.

My roles only call for me to be onstage during the first and last scenes of the play, so during the off-time I sat in the audience and watched the others rehearse; read a magazine; etc. If any of you readers out there have ever been involved in theater, you know that technical rehearsals take hours to get through because it is the first time the crew is working with all of the lights and sound. Our two-hour play wound up taking almost ten hours to tech. About halfway through, I noticed that my boner was throbbing for no apparent reason. I was wearing boxer-briefs this day and my cock kept rubbing against the silky material. I knew that my head was wet by now, also. I had to be relieved!

The only problem was I didn't know where to go. The bathroom in the theater building is just gross and I couldn't very well just sit in an open classroom and jerk myself off. After a little while, an idea came to me.

At the very beginning of rehearsal, I had quickly changed my pants behind the last row of seats in the upper right-hand level of the auditorium. Between the wall and the back of these seats is about three feet of excess space. The right-hand section was free, except for a few of the other performers who were sitting in the lower rows. I could lay down behind the last row of seats in this upper level and nobody would even notice me. As one of the other cast members had pointed out earlier, that space was a common sleeping area for performers to use in between their scenes. I decided to go for it.

I laid down behind the seats on my belly. Almost immediately I began gently humping the carpet beneath me. My cock was so hard, it bounced up and down rhythmically. A light sensation swept the lower half of my body. I continued with this for a few minutes, every so often reaching down and grabbing hold of my swollen dick. Each time I sensed movement in the audience, I would stop and pretend to simply be lying down.

Upon returning to my activity, I decided on a new course of pleasure. When I was very young, I used to play with myself by rocking my interlocked hands back and forth over my crotch. I decided to reconstruct this now, seeing that I needed to be lying down in order not to be seen. I positioned my hands at the base of the shaft and began applying pressure to it with my hands. An old, familiar feeling ran through me. I had not experimented with this position in a long while. I kept it going, moving faster and faster with every rocking motion. My ass lifted slightly in the air each time my hands moved up and down.

I was feeling a build-up of tension and wanted desparately to come soon. A vision of the cast member who had told me about this space began circulating in my head. I was willing to bet that he had masturbated back here on numerous occasions. I continued for much longer than expected before realizing that my cock would need to be rubbed in order to spurt. I quickly rolled over onto my side and slid my hand into the sweatpants I was wearing. My hand gripped the bulge in my boxer-briefs and squeezed it tight. I began rubbing the material against my cock. The soft, silky feel was just fantastic.

I rubbed faster as I went along, well aware of the wet spot growing inside of my boxer-briefs. I thrust my hand up and down, up and down, until a tingling escaped from my cock. Tiny spurts of come began to shoot out of me, being absorbed by the soft material. My free hand gripped onto the side of one of the chairs as my orgasm erupted, starting out slow and then building as the spurts increased. I had a long orgasm.

When I finally brought my head up from behind the chairs, I realized that I had masturbated through two whole scenes. Atleast now I could finish off my last scene comfortably. I made my way to the bathroom to clean myself up. My scent overwhelmed me as I dropped the sweatpants and boxer-briefs to my knees. My girlfriend always says that she loves my scent. I see what she means. I like it, too. I cleaned up what I could and went back to the theater. Much later that night, when I was getting undressed to take a shower, the scent still lingered heavily on my pants and underwear. I grinned to myself at the thought of my first public orgasm. What an intense orgasm it was!


Posted on: 2004-11-23 00:00:00 | Author: