The Lust Project 1.2

That night, in a bedroom just enlighted by the blue light entering from a window covered by some dry branches, an evidently Athletic naked man sits down pushing inside over a narrow bed. He thinks. Then, a door opens. Other male wearing shirt and pants comes in and closes that door.

“Why haven’t you dress yet?,” he asks the man on the bed who looks at the one who up to get in.

“Do you understand what we did this afternoon, Luke?”

“Just forget about it,” the other says already sitting down on the bed too, showing him his back.

“How do you ask me to forget about?”

“John, don’t do this more complicated. Matthew asked why you didn’t go down to have the dinner. I didn’t know what to answer him.”

“Didn’t you know or didn’t you want?”

Luke stands up impulsively.

“For God’s sake, John! Do you want I tell him outspeaking we broke the chastity will?”

The naked man doesn’t know what to answer. Luke put his hand on the door’s lock.

“Then, I’ll forget about it. I’m gonna take a shower.”

“Wait!”

Luke goes rounding the bed and reaches John who stood up aside. He stands up in front of him, and he takes him from the arms. After some silent seconds, he approaches his face and kisses on the mouth. John doesn’t only respond but he grants. Luke separates his lips.

“We already made it once – fuck-off!”

Luke takes out the shirt, then the shoes, the pants, the underware. He approaches John,hugs him, and both grant a romantic kiss each other that continues with a slow fall on the bed. John opens his legs and begins to rise while the Luke’s hip begins to move between his partner buttocks. Maybe it’s the few light but the impression given is his penis starts growing. They just have begun when knocks are heard on the door.

“John? Luke?  Open!,” somebody asks outside.

The two lovers scare.

“What do we do now?,” John asks so feared.

“Shut up,”  Luke orders almost whispering. “Don’t do noise.”

Suddenly, it’s heard somebody is inserting a key, that the door opens, and that somebody comes in and closes it back. The two boys over the bed get petrified, overwhelmed trying to look at the just arrived.

“I already knew it,” Matthew whispers. “Do you have me as a brother or as an informer?”

Silent seconds.

“Make like your conscience rules,” Luke answers so humble.

Matthew begins to undress completely, gets on the bed, and Luke decides that the best will be sharing John in a kind of threesome that happens amid kisses, hugs, rolls over, caresses, moans, some whisper, until forming a rare little line that ends in a progressive orgasm beginning with Matthew, then Luke, and finally John who reaches the climax warmed by his two brothers. The light through the window turns off. The curtains close.

After a little silence moment, the applause in the public doesn’t only outbreak like a wave but it ends in a cheer. The little room is rocking. The curtains open again and the three stars are stood up already wearing bathrobes thanking the audience.

“Superb!,” a woman screams from the public.

A carnation flower fells to the foot of one of them who takes it, kisses it, and bring it back.

The curtains close again and the three actors run to the backstage.

“Other almost-full,” evandro celebrates looking himself at the mirror rounded by blurry yellow light bombs.

“And other play you don’t control your erection, damn it!,” Alexis smiles at him looking himself at the mirror too.

Osmar prefers to laugh while takes out the bathrobe and looks for his clothes on the closet.

“I’m sorry, Alex. I try to concentrate but I can’t. You’ve got a tasty ass.”

“Look, dude, if it got hard even I could say it’s part of the role but it gets you hard and you pre-cum a lot.”

John passes a tissue amid the buttocks.

“I’m OK I was not casted for John’s role,” Osmar laughs.

“No, dude,” evandro kids. “I don’t hold on so and I drill that asshole.”

Everybody laughs. Zaira Banquells comes into the wardrobe carrying the costumes the aactors left thrown on the stage.

“82 percent of attendance… despite the boycott of God’s Army, we enjoy a pretty health, 12 plays later.”

“Don’t remind me I deserve you my life, Zaira,” Evandro notes while he looks for his clothes.

“If you’d reconciliate with you know who, believe me you’d be better, speaking in professional terms.”

Evandro doesn’t say anything, just smiles while dressing his underware.

“And by the way, what about your casting?,” Zaira asks Osmar.

“I tried to make it Ok although I think getting naked before that Escalante was unnecessary but… a job is a job.”

“That commercial was mine,” Evandro complains friendly fixing the shirt now while Alexis is naked showing his athletic and hairy body everywhere as he looks for his clothes.

“Did he also ban you from advertising agencies?,” Osmar asks without intention.

“Some.”

“Evan’s problem,” Zaira intervenes, “is sometimes he mostly acts like a union leader than an actor, but like a leftist union leader. Did you know he took kicking a stage director literally who seemed to stalk a revelation actress?”

“Don’t fuck,” Alexis gets his word in. “It was justified.”

“Yes,” Zaira continues, “but not inside the sound stage and in fron of the full cast, crew, press, and even without a proof. You first catch the wolf, then you open his stomach, but evandro did it reverse.”

“Frantically, it made me sick,” the alleged justifies.

“Well, I’m ready,” Alexis opens his way, gets close to Zaira whom he stamps a kiss on her lips.

“Just coming in home, rinse that mouth very well because remember you shared saliva with little Evan,” the woman laughs.

“The caustic soda is over, darling, so you’ll have to hold on.”

Everybody laughs. Alexis and Zaira come out, although she stops for a while and addresses Evandro:

“Work on that erection – my Alex’s still virgin.”

Everybody laughs again, and the two lovers come away the wardrobe. Osmar approaches Evandro, gives him a couple of palms on the shoulder.

“You gotta breathe deeply, unfocus your mind outta the erotic but focus on…”

“Stop, Osmar. Don’t remember me the Actor’s Studio lessons. Are you ready?”

“What Zaira said seemed me a woman’s friendly complain rather than a scene director’s.”

Evandro laughs and looks straight at Osmar’s eyes.

“And you still believe that crap of his still-virgin ass? Let’s go.”