When lighting technician Jarrod Gray watches from the catwalks as the star of Casa Verde College’s first production of the year goes all the way with a girl, that star -- a football jock, no less -- comes looking for revenge and takes it in a way that surprises both of them. Rick’s retribution confirms for Jarrod who he is but confuses the hell out of the jock.
The following year, it’s the set director who catches Jarrod’s attention. Thereafter, he finds all different sorts to seduce from his lighting booth above the stage at Thespian Hall.
In this collection, meet lovers and killers, cowboys and Indians, innocent military lads falling prey to scheming hucksters, nobles and knaves in both contemporary and historical settings. Come join the fun.
EXCERPT FROM "The Drama Club: The Jock"
It was a tricky, fast-paced scene, but Jarrod Gray got the lighting right more often than the actors hit their lines. He’d heard it said he was the Drama Club’s best light technician in a dozen years, and this was only the second play of his freshman year at Casa Verde College. He’d worked hard in high school and summer stock to learn how the spots created moods and hid flaws in both sets and actors.
Viewed as a funny duck by most of the student body, Jarrod was a gem to his instructors. He wasn’t weird-looking or anything; in fact, he’d been told he was good looking by a couple of the girls he went with in high school. It was just that he lived only for the theater. He was never more alive than when dancing across the superstructure, focusing and coordinating lights without a fumble, a slip, or a mistake. Everyone in the Drama Club wanted him at the lights for their walk across the boards, and that was enough for him. He labored alone among the battens and baffles high above the stage to enhance the amateurish efforts of budding thespians without a trace of jealousy or malice, doing his best for each.
Jarrod wasn’t impressed by the lightweight comedy the Drama Club was producing this season, although he liked Rick Moore in the male lead. The last production had featured a blond Aryan; Rick was Mediterranean with dark skin and hair so black it refracted the light, requiring a deft touch from Jarrod. A senior and the handsomest man on campus, Rick carried a decent grade point average and was a whiz at football. Unfortunately, his timing on the boards wasn’t as sure as it was on the gridiron, and with this play timing was everything. This early in the rehearsals, many in the cast hadn’t yet found their rhythm, so maybe there was hope. When Rick walked onto the stage, Jarrod always slipped a filter over the spot to make the star’s black eyes shine like wet onyx.
Not long into rehearsals, Jarrod’s idol began showing clay on his shoes. Rick was slow to learn his part and often stepped on other players’ lines. That usually was anathema to Jarrod, but Rick was so damned handsome he forgave the guy everything.
Three days before opening, Jarrod’s world shifted. Both Rick and Shelly were on stage during most of the play except for a stretch in the second act. From the catwalks above the stage, Jarrod watched as they exited right and strode into the wings. Since there were no lighting changes programmed, he moved quietly along the skywalk, following the cute couple until they entered a small area cut off from view of the others by heavy black curtains.
As soon as Rick started undressing the girl, Jarrod scampered for his camera. By the time he reached the area directly above them again, Shelly was stretched out on a pile of stacked canvas, her blouse around her neck, her jeans completely off. Rick, his T-shirt pulled to his armpits and his trousers at his knees, stood, allowing her to admire his impressive erection. Rick covered the girl quickly, his intriguing butt bobbing up and down so energetically a dark rosebud winked at the lens of the camera. The smooth, powerful buttocks leaned out on each down-thrust, and rounded on the withdrawal.
With a shuddering sigh audible clear up in the skywalk, Rick stabbed the girl harshly, trembling from the effort of his orgasm. After a few more hard thrusts, he withdrew, his cock still hard and slick from the girl’s juices and his cum. Jarrod adjusted his own erection in his trousers before rushing back to the lighting control center. In his haste, he accidentally banged the camera against one of the support rails. Safely back in his control area, Jarod discovered he’d taken a whole roll of film.
He was so excited he could hardly concentrate on the rest of the rehearsal. In all his time in the superstructure he’d never witnessed anything like what he had just seen. Rick was handsome right down to his cock and balls! Jarrod pulled himself from his jeans and jacked off, his eyes glued to Rick’s broad back and trim butt on the stage far below.
