Chapter 2 – Chapter 2

The first round of the magic act trials were conducted on the stage of the former college's auditorium the next day. Carl arrived rested and optimistic, which gave Jason an excuse to feel justified that they hadn't worn each other out with sex the previous night—not that Jason didn't feel worn out by sex with the Turk, Halem the Magnificent, who was energetic and sassy this morning as well.

For his part, Jason was keyed up. Having had good sex for the first time in months, the floodgates on his desires had opened. The sex had satisfied him greatly, but it hadn't satiated him. He wanted more. Now that he'd had a taste of it after so long, he wanted to feast on it. It didn't help that Halem was slitting his eyes and giving him meaningful looks every time their eyes met. Jason was walking around with a perpetual hard on in his skimpy gold lamé briefs and half T-shirt that left his flat belly bare. He was eyeing every built, good-looking man in sight, and more than a few of them were eyeing him back with interest. The Clyde Seeley Circus was known to be gay friendly—Clyde Seeley was gay himself, people said. This was why Carl had even been able to land an audition with the circus for an act that accentuated sexy maleness. It stood to reason that some of the men working to support the acts were gay as well.

There was a lighting technician, dark haired and Mediterranean complexioned, tall and lanky, but well muscled across the chest and biceps, who Jason's eyes kept going to. There was Clyde Seeley himself, sitting in the middle of one of the rows closest to the stage, who was giving Jason the eye and smiles. But he was older—almost as old as Carl. And he was meatier, well built at one time but a bit of extra padding now. But Jason's eyes kept going to the lighting technician, who was proficiently going about his job as lighting needs changed between and during the acts on trial.

Five acts were there in the morning. In the afternoon it was down to two—Carl's act and that of Halem the Magnificent. Jason didn't know why there still were two acts. Carl started off strong, but as they rolled into the afternoon, he began to flag. Halem never wavered. He was magnificent and mesmerizing each and every time he went on stage to exhibit a new trick. And he knew it and reveled in it.

They were taking a break before a final round of sets between just Carl and Jason, on the one hand, and Halem and his willowy assistant, Selena, on the other. Clyde Seeley was huddled with Carl and Halem down in front of the stage and was asking them both more detailed questions about what they expected and could give in a deal if they were hired.

Jason was standing beside one of the flying curtains at the edge of the stage when he felt his waist being encircled by a strong arm and he was pulled back into the dim light of the backstage and pushed up against a cinderblock wall. A man was standing behind him, pressed into his body, covering him close, with one hand holding Jason's wrists together and over his head. Jason could feel the hard need of the man at the small of his back. He turned his head to see that it was the lighting technician, who had been called Bud and who Jason had been not too subtly flirting with across the footlights.

"You've been teasing enough," the technician, who didn't seem much older than Jason was, growled in his ear. "You just a tease, or you wantin' it?"

Jason was breathing hard, but he didn't answer. A hand snaked around his belly and sank under the waistband of his shorts.

"Yes you want it," the man growled, his hand cupping Jason's balls and the root of his cock. And, indeed, Jason was hard. He'd been hard most of the day. The inside of his pouch was slick with precum. A finger was pressing into his cock head, working on worrying his piss slit open, and Jason shuddered and moaned.

"The question is whether you want it from me."

Jason didn't hesitate. He'd been in heat all day. Halem had taken him beyond the barrier of noble denial the previous night. Carl need never know. He'll actually be relieved that, unable to stop himself, Jason wasn't after him for sex that went beyond a hand job.

"Yes, but when?"

"Now," the man growled as he hauled Jason away from the wall and shepherded him out the stage door, down a dark hall, and into an unused classroom. Bud perched on the edge of a desk, trousers, socks and shoes off, legs spread and the soles of his feet leveraging off the linoleum floor while Jason, naked, his nipples covered by the palms of Bud's hands, sat in the young technician's lap, facing away from him, legs bent, calves on either side of Bud's hips, leveraging his knees off the surface of the desk, as he bounced up and down on Bud's buried cock.

Before they had finished, Jason had swiveled around to where he was facing Bud, still lapped. His shoulder blades were resting on Bud's thighs, and Bud was pulling him on and off the cock. When they had both come, Bud pulled Jason's chest up to his, embraced him with his arms, and the two kissed and whispered to each other as Bud's cock went flaccid inside Jason. He'd worn a condom and Jason somewhat regretted not being able to feel him skin on skin and the flow of the semen inside him. But he appreciated the technician's thoughtfulness. Neither Carl nor the Turk had had such a concern for the future.

"That was good. No, it was great. You're a great lay," Bud whispered.

"Thanks. You are great too," Jason answered.

"You wanted it bad, didn't you?"

"Yes, I want it bad," Jason admitted.

"Give me a couple of minutes and I'll do you again."

"We should be getting back. The conference will be over. Carl will be looking for me."

"I want to do you again."

"Later maybe . . . don't take that wrong. I want you do fuck me again."

"I'm afraid there may not be a later," Bud murmured. "Your act is going to lose. Surely you know that."

"Yes," Jason asked, his voice full of regret. "I can see that."

"He's not well. Your old man isn't well. You can see that."

"Yes, I can see that. More the reason for me to stick with him, though."

"He doesn't satisfy you anymore, does he? I can tell. You responded to me with hunger for the fuck."

"There's more to a relationship than sex."

"But I can tell that you need the sex. I can make you happy. I'm young; he's old. I can fuck you again and again."

So could Halem, Jason thought. And he wasn't old either. But, yes, the technician was rising inside him again already. And he had a very nice cock. Not as thick as Halem's, but thicker than most. Nice enough that Jason was panting and squirming on the reengorging cock.

Bud was rising off the desk and turning Jason without losing the purchase of his cock inside the small blond to where Jason was bent over the desk with his belly against the surface. He raised his arms over his head and gripped the opposite edge of the desk with his fists to hold himself steady as Bud began pumping him hard and deep and rapidly.

"Yes, yes, yes," Jason cried out in a gaspy voice. "Fuck me, fuck me hard. Just like that."

"You want it. You want me. Just like this," Bud growled, as he reared his hips back and then thrust. And then again and then again.

"Yes, yes, yes," Jason whimpered.

"I could take you home with me. You could stay with the circus."

"He needs me," Jason moaned.