The Performance Endured (and indeed, it did)
I watched the 30-minute performance for a second time. On a Wednesday afternoon, the crowd of the shabby theater's matinee show was less attended than on Saturday evening. When I first went to this small off-off-off Broadway theater, I attended a Saturday evening performance of a 1920s Weimar tavern musical. At that time, a lot of people were there to enjoy the burlesque show.
Spotting who was a man dressed as a woman and who was an actual woman was amusing on Saturday night with friends and a few drinks. Today, however, they all appeared to be men dressed as women, but just as fun.
On Saturday, I was captivated by a particular dancer and musician. Now, I was completely intrigued. I had to meet Bertha, his real name.
As the show ended and the three audience members left, I made my way towards the stage. Bertha noticed me and grabbed my hand. He led me backstage.
I found myself in a small, dark, and claustrophobic dressing room, with no light or ventilation.
Mysterious hands unzipped my pants, and warm, moist lips engulfed my quickly stiffening cock. I kept silent, hoping for more exciting experiences. I eventually realized that these unexpected but welcome moments helped me maintain my silence.
Having thoroughly masturbated in the shower just two hours earlier, I was grateful for the excellent sensations caused by Bertha's expert tongue. With his little chance of making me cum in his mouth, Bertha took a different approach.
He stood up, turned around, raised his skirt, and pulled my stiff cock between his ass cheeks. I understood this gesture and gladly reciprocated. Once I was fully in, I began to pump vigorously. The cramped space and our wild thrashing made it difficult to continue, but I managed to hold off my orgasm three times. When I felt myself climaxing, I pumped faster and harder, eventually releasing a mind-blowing, brain melting explosion of pleasure.
I stood panting, holding on to Bertha's shoulders. My partially erect cock slid out from between his ass cheeks. I hastily pulled up my pants and rushed out.
Silence was golden, and I chose not to break it.
A few days later, I returned to the theater. This time, I attended the Saturday matinee. The audience was much bigger than on the previous Wednesday. There were a total of thirteen excited patrons at the show. As always, it was entertaining, witty, and charismatic.
I was especially drawn to Gracie this time. Dressed in a blue dress and a blond wig, Gracie appeared to be performing just for me. Now in the front row, I made contact with Gracie through our eyes throughout the whole show. The finale was wrapped up with a secretive wink from Gracie to me.
I intended to congratulate Gracie on his amazing dancing and musical abilities after the performance, but his response was the same as Bertha's before. He simply grabbed my hand and led me backstage.
Gracie's dressing room was worlds apart from Bertha's in terms of space, light, cleanliness, and fresh air. With mischievous flirtation, Gracie ignored me as he removed his makeup while standing in front of a large mirror. My crotch rubbed against Gracie's leg as I slipped my left hand under the front of his dress.
Unable to notice undergarments, I intertwined my fingers around his penis and massaged it gently. My fondling attempts had no effect on Gracie's arousal, as his cock remained limp.
I kept a safe distance while Gracie stared into the mirror. Both of us shared the same silence.
Using my right hand, I attacked the back side of Gracie's body. Easing up Gracie's dress, I cautiously inserted my index finger into his ass. Wow! An instant hardening began to take place. Encouraged by this development, I swiftly adjusted my body to stand behind Gracie. Replacing my index finger with the tip of my now rock hard dick, I was not only able to slightly restrain my target, but also tend to Gracie's equally rigid penis.
With Gracie completely subdued by me, I dove right into vigorously wanking him. I got an immense amount of enjoyment from seeing Gracie's eyes firmly shut, his facial expression telling me how genuinely satisfying being pleasured by a stranger was to him. My throbbing cock was still deeply thrust inside his ass.
Gracie let me push him over the edge, spraying bursts of cum onto his vanity mirror.
After satisfying Gracie, he hung his shoulders and leaned forward to steady himself on his dressing table so I could take care of myself. I climaxed faster than I anticipated. I hadn't realized how sexually pleasurable it is to watch yourself in the mirror, pleasuring yourself with someone so attractive.
Just ten intense thrusts was enough to set off my own pulsing, fulfilling orgasm.
Gracie showed his appreciation for me, embracing me tightly once I had pulled out of him. When I look back on that moment now, I can still feel our wet penises touching.
Similar to my Bertha experience, no words were exchanged during the encounter.
I gladly added the memory of my Bertha/Gracie experiences to my continually expanding wank bank.
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