Okay I'm bringing another story, if we're going to party let's do it well. We're going to party like teen stars.
About five years ago I started uploading videos to YouTube, nothing important; talking about any old thing, getting drunk whenever I could, with my humor being quite particular, between one thing and another I started realizing that I was famous among people my age. Taking advantage of that, I went to all the clubs in my city and surroundings, discovered my resistance to alcohol and my parents too, so I started having some problems. In short, I couldn't be a slacker forever, a year ago I moved in with an aunt in Capital, started college, intending to be a business administrator, that's how lost I was.
In that a friend tells me about a casting for an ad, I didn't have much motivation at the time, but I went anyway. A few days later, I receive a call, it wasn't for the ad, it was for a theater play, seems like when you go to castings and sign those two papers, you're selling your soul to the devil, they have the right to share your information and your ass if they want it.
I went and really liked the topic, it was Teen Talent people, if the ones from Pimpolloo shui shui...strips, theater, and those silly things. Gross guys in the department. I felt like a thief among so many prepared actors and singers; There I was, just saying nonsense on the internet, but I think because of my looks and trying to fit in, I managed to pass through the filters like that, so I ended up in the cast, a secondary role.
I and 12 other guys spent learning choreos and rehearsing from 8 to 10 hours daily. Five of us were placed in an apartment because we came from other cities. The biggest one was Tomas Mirak from Entre Rios, who looked like he was 26, gave more youth, Guido Olivera (The Chinaman) from Mendoza, didn't dance at all, but sang like an angel, my age. Agustin Mendel made a couple of strips when he was young, now nobody remembers the poor guy but he had the whole world's face. Leandro Ardon from Tucumán, the smallest but with experience in theater. We got along very well, most of them knew each other before, from other jobs or other auditions.
We baptized the department as The Dreamed, the first night together we joined the 5 beds, they were 'single' possibly we just wanted to sleep together, but we thought it was better to join them in one and that way we would have more space between the 5. Do I explain? Well anyone who's been camping knows what I'm talking about.
From Monday to Friday we went from bed to rehearsals; in our few free hours we spent sleeping, scratching ourselves, and thinking how to get out to discos and not make a scene, which was prohibited, that depended on that job.
The show was like a mix of Glee with Tanguito, it was going pretty well for us, we had consecutive weeks of performances and were allowed 3 to 4 days off. We spent those days receiving family and friends. But the days without visits or parties, Tomas would go home to his girlfriend, the four of us (Lean, Agus, El Chino, and I) would stay sleeping until late, we'd order pizza, play video games, etc; nothing productive. It was summer, it was hot, and naturally the topic of porn came up, first we'd watch a couple of videos and jerk off, each to our own cock, no shared wanks or that stuff. They say a million things about the actor dudes, that everyone's got it in for each other, that the producers are getting it; I don't know if that's true, what I do know is that more than the type of job, it's the living together that makes you start to let your guard down with your colleagues and get uninhibited.
Lean and Agus were having a good time with the wanks, but Chinaman and I weren't guys anymore and had our needs; we would kill ourselves with wanks before going to sleep and still kept on. So nighttime wanks were a frequent topic. At first you don't know how to react, it can be an involuntary movement of your bed partner, but after some seconds you try to move to get out of contact, that didn't happen at least between Chinaman and Me. From my side I admit that I received content every time Chinaman mounted me a leg and openly supported the package in the BootyInnocently - or - convenientlyI wanted to believe I was doing it asleep, that we were so exhausted that I was doing it without wanting to. I also admit that I'm a loser and that's why I hardly dared to lean on Chino just twice, only twice, considering I had thousands of opportunities to rest my cock in that beautiful Booty.
In the little free time we had during the day, we never talked about the nighttime incidents, but between each performance of the play or in the truck when we were going from Soñada to Teatro, El Chino would approach me - Ale, have you heard this theme? - Then he'd share his earpiece and we'd adjust ourselves to be closer together, under the excuse of music, of course. That guy was driving me crazy. As for me, I was more straightforward but basic before practicing choreography - Come on, let's stretch - I'd invite him while others were doing the same. Sharing joints with Agus and Lean would raise things implicitly between us.
The theater season flew by and the last performances went by talking about auditions for new projects or enrolling for next season; When we realized where we were having dinner at Barquizacelebrating the end of the season for the show.
At last we had the chance to drink alcohol as it should be and celebrate the farewell of the crew from the show. With the guys I promised the typical - !Don't cut it, dude! - in the middle of a nervous and nostalgic laughter, if that can be mixed. Clearly, the tension between El Chino and me had us on the verge of exploding - !I love you, son of a slut! !My cock is sad because I won't see you! - Were some farewell phrases with the dose of heterosexuality proper to the case.
That night Tomas lent his car to his girlfriend, we went to a couple of clubs and returned to La Soñada with some friends from the crew, in total there were seven of us in the car, we settled as best we could. I thought it was the last one to get into the back seat, when I hear Tomas yelling at Chino - !Get in, Chino! - - I'm peeing, wait - -!Get in or stay out! - Tommy's threat.
That's where Chino started running towards the moving car, still with his cock out, revving from side to side while trying to catch up with us. I was barely putting on a show as I opened the car door for him to get in. Finally, he managed it, and luckily there wasn't another place for him to sit except on my legs.
- Bastards, almost left me - we complained.
- What a prick! How long did you wait? How long do you take to pee? - Tomas retorted.
- You should have jerked me off, I was waiting - Chino responded, earning the applause of everyone.
All this conversation while Chino still had his cock out of his pants. I'll be grateful for my whole life for the joke we had in that car. With Chino on my legs, it gave us time to touch each other as much as we wanted. I had that beautiful booty over my palpitating cock and Chino didn't show the slightest discomfort, even making jokes like - You don't know how hard it is to bring Ale - and the guys in the relaxed atmosphere we had didn't hesitate to keep messing around with the topic.
As we arrived at the apt, less than an hour before dawn. We didn't even turn on the lights, so we just went to bed, more like crawling there. The exhaustion made me sleep a bit, but I woke up soon, unable to believe that my nights in La Soñada would end without having concrete something with El Chino, six months ago I wouldn't have recognized myself ratting around with a dude, but El Chino Olivera got the most morbid out of me (which was always there, I have to admit). Now I'd eat it all up if he asked. I gathered my courage and wanted to have one last nocturnal closeness with him. Carefully, I lifted his leg and went supporting the cock on that round ass. If in sobriety, El Chino had a heavy sleep, in a state of intoxication I could even catch it and not count how many times it would happen, I thought, so I took a risk and unzipped his pants and put my hand in and started caressing the cock, something light, didn't want to wake him up or wake the others and find them with their hands on flesh. The son of a slut smelled divine, his perfume and sweat were aphrodisiac for me almost made me come right there. I put my hand as much as I could, wanted to stay with that good memory, and already defeated by exhaustion and that failed flirting, let go of the parts of the rugger singer and turned over resigned to sleep, smelling the essence of his cock still in my hands.
The minutes passed and when I was almost falling asleep, I felt El Chino mounting me and starting to approach. Weighs easy about 20 pounds more than me, so only feeling the weight of his body would dilate all my orifices. Maybe he also thought I was knocked out by the alcohol, but it was a feast for him, he was enjoying my Booty as much as possible, holding onto my hips to fit the cock better between my cheeks. At that moment, someone passed me a hand in front and tried to enter my pants. It was starting to dawn, barely any light through the window, I got scared a bit and said - Get out Chino, wake up Who says I'm asleep - whispers in my ear and that hollow feeling I felt in the belly was proportional to the degree of tension I had in the Booty at that moment. I anchored myself more firmly and it started to jerk off without stopping while rubbing harder against me. It had me panting a millimeter from my ear and occasionally biting my back. We ended up in minutes, it was a feast of cum, the cum of my cock in her hands and the cum soaking the little fabric that separated her cock from my ass. Luckily, everyone in the room was so drunk that we could have had a tornado pass by and not notice. The week closed with normality, the five of us said goodbye with the idea of planning some vacations together, perhaps to Brazil. The Chinese guy and I kept in touch but didn't talk about what happened that time. We had less than a month left before finishing the job, each one returning to their hometown with their family. I returned to my usual life, now thinking about where to go with work, because it was clear that corporate administration wasn't for me. I went out with friends again, the girls from always. For a moment I thought the thing with the Chinese guy would remain as a zapped anecdote, until I received his message... CH- You're beautiful! - Me - Missing your Booty, sweetie - I replied, damn it. CH- Where are you headed? - Me - I don't know, I still haven't decided if I'll go back to Baires or the acting school in Mdq - CH - Come to Mardel, my brother's place - Me - Are you taking the acting class? - CH - Yes, will you come? Look, my cock is calling for you - Me - Son of a slut... (To be continued?)
The images are illustrative only * All characters in this story are over 18 years old according to the laws of most Latin American countries, and no phrase, description, or adjective is intended or should be interpreted as someone under 18 years old. Any doubt or complaint PLEASE make it by private message and I'll correct, modify, or even delete the post in question. We're all willing to improve the quality of posts on P! Helping each other out, reporting or denouncing someone without giving them a chance is a form of aggression.Teen TalentIt's a fictional advertising agency, just likeBarquizaIt's a fictional name of a pub.
In that a friend tells me about a casting for an ad, I didn't have much motivation at the time, but I went anyway. A few days later, I receive a call, it wasn't for the ad, it was for a theater play, seems like when you go to castings and sign those two papers, you're selling your soul to the devil, they have the right to share your information and your ass if they want it.I went and really liked the topic, it was Teen Talent people, if the ones from Pimpolloo shui shui...strips, theater, and those silly things. Gross guys in the department. I felt like a thief among so many prepared actors and singers; There I was, just saying nonsense on the internet, but I think because of my looks and trying to fit in, I managed to pass through the filters like that, so I ended up in the cast, a secondary role.
I and 12 other guys spent learning choreos and rehearsing from 8 to 10 hours daily. Five of us were placed in an apartment because we came from other cities. The biggest one was Tomas Mirak from Entre Rios, who looked like he was 26, gave more youth, Guido Olivera (The Chinaman) from Mendoza, didn't dance at all, but sang like an angel, my age. Agustin Mendel made a couple of strips when he was young, now nobody remembers the poor guy but he had the whole world's face. Leandro Ardon from Tucumán, the smallest but with experience in theater. We got along very well, most of them knew each other before, from other jobs or other auditions.
We baptized the department as The Dreamed, the first night together we joined the 5 beds, they were 'single' possibly we just wanted to sleep together, but we thought it was better to join them in one and that way we would have more space between the 5. Do I explain? Well anyone who's been camping knows what I'm talking about.From Monday to Friday we went from bed to rehearsals; in our few free hours we spent sleeping, scratching ourselves, and thinking how to get out to discos and not make a scene, which was prohibited, that depended on that job.
The show was like a mix of Glee with Tanguito, it was going pretty well for us, we had consecutive weeks of performances and were allowed 3 to 4 days off. We spent those days receiving family and friends. But the days without visits or parties, Tomas would go home to his girlfriend, the four of us (Lean, Agus, El Chino, and I) would stay sleeping until late, we'd order pizza, play video games, etc; nothing productive. It was summer, it was hot, and naturally the topic of porn came up, first we'd watch a couple of videos and jerk off, each to our own cock, no shared wanks or that stuff. They say a million things about the actor dudes, that everyone's got it in for each other, that the producers are getting it; I don't know if that's true, what I do know is that more than the type of job, it's the living together that makes you start to let your guard down with your colleagues and get uninhibited.
Lean and Agus were having a good time with the wanks, but Chinaman and I weren't guys anymore and had our needs; we would kill ourselves with wanks before going to sleep and still kept on. So nighttime wanks were a frequent topic. At first you don't know how to react, it can be an involuntary movement of your bed partner, but after some seconds you try to move to get out of contact, that didn't happen at least between Chinaman and Me. From my side I admit that I received content every time Chinaman mounted me a leg and openly supported the package in the BootyInnocently - or - convenientlyI wanted to believe I was doing it asleep, that we were so exhausted that I was doing it without wanting to. I also admit that I'm a loser and that's why I hardly dared to lean on Chino just twice, only twice, considering I had thousands of opportunities to rest my cock in that beautiful Booty.In the little free time we had during the day, we never talked about the nighttime incidents, but between each performance of the play or in the truck when we were going from Soñada to Teatro, El Chino would approach me - Ale, have you heard this theme? - Then he'd share his earpiece and we'd adjust ourselves to be closer together, under the excuse of music, of course. That guy was driving me crazy. As for me, I was more straightforward but basic before practicing choreography - Come on, let's stretch - I'd invite him while others were doing the same. Sharing joints with Agus and Lean would raise things implicitly between us.The theater season flew by and the last performances went by talking about auditions for new projects or enrolling for next season; When we realized where we were having dinner at Barquizacelebrating the end of the season for the show.
At last we had the chance to drink alcohol as it should be and celebrate the farewell of the crew from the show. With the guys I promised the typical - !Don't cut it, dude! - in the middle of a nervous and nostalgic laughter, if that can be mixed. Clearly, the tension between El Chino and me had us on the verge of exploding - !I love you, son of a slut! !My cock is sad because I won't see you! - Were some farewell phrases with the dose of heterosexuality proper to the case.
That night Tomas lent his car to his girlfriend, we went to a couple of clubs and returned to La Soñada with some friends from the crew, in total there were seven of us in the car, we settled as best we could. I thought it was the last one to get into the back seat, when I hear Tomas yelling at Chino - !Get in, Chino! - - I'm peeing, wait - -!Get in or stay out! - Tommy's threat.
That's where Chino started running towards the moving car, still with his cock out, revving from side to side while trying to catch up with us. I was barely putting on a show as I opened the car door for him to get in. Finally, he managed it, and luckily there wasn't another place for him to sit except on my legs.
- Bastards, almost left me - we complained.
- What a prick! How long did you wait? How long do you take to pee? - Tomas retorted.
- You should have jerked me off, I was waiting - Chino responded, earning the applause of everyone.
All this conversation while Chino still had his cock out of his pants. I'll be grateful for my whole life for the joke we had in that car. With Chino on my legs, it gave us time to touch each other as much as we wanted. I had that beautiful booty over my palpitating cock and Chino didn't show the slightest discomfort, even making jokes like - You don't know how hard it is to bring Ale - and the guys in the relaxed atmosphere we had didn't hesitate to keep messing around with the topic.
As we arrived at the apt, less than an hour before dawn. We didn't even turn on the lights, so we just went to bed, more like crawling there. The exhaustion made me sleep a bit, but I woke up soon, unable to believe that my nights in La Soñada would end without having concrete something with El Chino, six months ago I wouldn't have recognized myself ratting around with a dude, but El Chino Olivera got the most morbid out of me (which was always there, I have to admit). Now I'd eat it all up if he asked. I gathered my courage and wanted to have one last nocturnal closeness with him. Carefully, I lifted his leg and went supporting the cock on that round ass. If in sobriety, El Chino had a heavy sleep, in a state of intoxication I could even catch it and not count how many times it would happen, I thought, so I took a risk and unzipped his pants and put my hand in and started caressing the cock, something light, didn't want to wake him up or wake the others and find them with their hands on flesh. The son of a slut smelled divine, his perfume and sweat were aphrodisiac for me almost made me come right there. I put my hand as much as I could, wanted to stay with that good memory, and already defeated by exhaustion and that failed flirting, let go of the parts of the rugger singer and turned over resigned to sleep, smelling the essence of his cock still in my hands.
The minutes passed and when I was almost falling asleep, I felt El Chino mounting me and starting to approach. Weighs easy about 20 pounds more than me, so only feeling the weight of his body would dilate all my orifices. Maybe he also thought I was knocked out by the alcohol, but it was a feast for him, he was enjoying my Booty as much as possible, holding onto my hips to fit the cock better between my cheeks. At that moment, someone passed me a hand in front and tried to enter my pants. It was starting to dawn, barely any light through the window, I got scared a bit and said - Get out Chino, wake up Who says I'm asleep - whispers in my ear and that hollow feeling I felt in the belly was proportional to the degree of tension I had in the Booty at that moment. I anchored myself more firmly and it started to jerk off without stopping while rubbing harder against me. It had me panting a millimeter from my ear and occasionally biting my back. We ended up in minutes, it was a feast of cum, the cum of my cock in her hands and the cum soaking the little fabric that separated her cock from my ass. Luckily, everyone in the room was so drunk that we could have had a tornado pass by and not notice. The week closed with normality, the five of us said goodbye with the idea of planning some vacations together, perhaps to Brazil. The Chinese guy and I kept in touch but didn't talk about what happened that time. We had less than a month left before finishing the job, each one returning to their hometown with their family. I returned to my usual life, now thinking about where to go with work, because it was clear that corporate administration wasn't for me. I went out with friends again, the girls from always. For a moment I thought the thing with the Chinese guy would remain as a zapped anecdote, until I received his message... CH- You're beautiful! - Me - Missing your Booty, sweetie - I replied, damn it. CH- Where are you headed? - Me - I don't know, I still haven't decided if I'll go back to Baires or the acting school in Mdq - CH - Come to Mardel, my brother's place - Me - Are you taking the acting class? - CH - Yes, will you come? Look, my cock is calling for you - Me - Son of a slut... (To be continued?)
The images are illustrative only * All characters in this story are over 18 years old according to the laws of most Latin American countries, and no phrase, description, or adjective is intended or should be interpreted as someone under 18 years old. Any doubt or complaint PLEASE make it by private message and I'll correct, modify, or even delete the post in question. We're all willing to improve the quality of posts on P! Helping each other out, reporting or denouncing someone without giving them a chance is a form of aggression.Teen TalentIt's a fictional advertising agency, just likeBarquizaIt's a fictional name of a pub.
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