Allow me to explain: It was the summer after my senior year of high school. My two friends and I were obsessed with Rocky Horror. The shadow cast that had been performing in Maine for years was giving one final series of performances before retiring from shadow cast performances for good. They were going to be performing RHPS for six weeks, every Saturday at midnight, and my friends and I were determined to be there for every performance. And we were. We could be seen sitting out early in the night (usually getting there around 10pm if not earlier so that we could get the best seats) waiting for the theater to open, and talking with the shadow cast. We became very well recognized by all the members of the cast and they started looking forward to greeting us at the door.
After the final performance that summer, my friends and I stuck around to help clean, which was something we had tried to do as often as possible. With all the rice that gets thrown during the average Rocky Horror screening, it was quite a job and they needed all the help they could get. By helping, I was afforded the chance to go to the apartments some of the cast members had close by and enter with them. My favorite of the group, and the one who clearly favored me, was the man who played the character Eddie, portrayed by Meat Loaf in the movie.
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Eddie and I didn't have an actual hook up until that last night when I followed him back to his apartment to drop some things off. My friends and I were already going to be meeting at the local 24 hour diner for the cast party, so hanging out with him was not a problem. When we got in the door he quickly started taking off his costume. "I'm going to take a shower." He was standing there in just his boxers. What was a seventeen year old boy like me to do?
"I'll jump in with you," I said, pulling my torn shirt over my head. I had already changed back in to fairly normal clothes, but I was still wearing a pair of small black briefs and fishnet leggings under my pants. I waited until that was all I still had on before adding, "If that's OK with you."
It was perfectly OK with him. Soon we were in the shower, naked, wet, and hard. Back then I shaved my face daily, but by almost three in the morning I had some serious stubble going on and so did he. I helped him wash his fake blood make up off before we dried off and moved in to the bedroom. It was there that I learned he had other toys besides the Mr. Limpy. One that he took a lot of pleasure in using first on himself and then on me was a vibrator that also had revolving beads in the shaft. Talk about making your head spin.
I was on all fours moaning into his pillow when he finally pulled the vibrator out of me and lined his own cock up to enter me. Like him, it was shorter and thick, and I was lucky he had opened me with a toy first because my ass needed to stretch to accommodate his size. It didn't take him long to cum, and when he did, he quickly flipped over and pushed his ass up at me. "I hope you give as good as you take," he said to me. Without further invitation, I slid into him and began fucking him. He was a moaner, and a loud one. I don't think any of his neighbors were wondering what we were doing.
After I came we both lay in bed, me slightly on top of him, sharing a joint as we felt the weariness of how long we had been awake and the activities we had just been a part of hit us. When the pot was gone, he shifted off the bed. We got dressed in a pleasant silence and rode over to the diner around four in the morning. Everyone else was only just arriving too, and they all looked just as tired as us. But once the group was together, all our energy jumped back up and we were having a ball, raising hell for the early morning diner staff.
By the time I got home it was after five-thirty, and probably closer to six in the morning. Somehow I managed to be up and at work by ten. As many times as I have seen The Rocky Horror Picture Show live since that night, it is still the night I remember the most.