Alas Poor Yorick
The Beard of Avon
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I wanted to post my first story here on Lit, but I wanted to make sure it was headed in the right direction first. It is a first person M/F erotic encounter that took place about 3 years ago. While most of what I describe in this story did happen I condensed parts and added a few things for dramatic tension. This is just the initial start of the story, I haven't even gotten to the sexy parts yet, but I wanted to make sure that people could understand my writing style and that it wasn't too dull a style for erotica. Please read what I have so far and tell me what you think, and what you think is going to happen. I know the truth, but I am curious as to what other people think will happen. Thanks for any and all feed back.
-Yorick
A Show Called Desire
The first thing you have to understand is that people who do theatre in college are not like other students. The same rules and boundaries that exist for everyone else simply don’t apply to us. We all see each other in the dressing rooms, for us a hug is as good as a handshake, and kissing means nothing because 9 times out of 10 it is during a performance, and all you care about then is that you remember your next line, not the feeling of your partners lips and tongue. Out of this familiarity and community comes a true sense of family...my college years were spent in one such “family”. And like any family we had a good many secrets and stories, many of them romantic or sexual in nature.
One of my favorite stories is one that I was intimately involved with. It was during my Junior year, in the fall. We were performing Tennessee Williams’ A Street Car Named Desire and I had been cast as Stanley Kowalski. Stanley is the character that Marlon Brando played in the excellent film version directed by Elia Kazan, or more recently portrayed by Alec Baldwin on Broadway in the mid-1990’s. When I auditioned I was going out for the role of Stanley’s friend Mitch, the part played by Karl Malden in the film. At the time I was around 275 lbs and 6’3”...I had typically played the character parts, comic relief or a big thug, but not the leading man, and certainly not Stanley. The auditions for the show were held the previous semester, to give the cast time over the summer to learn their lines and come into rehearsals fully prepared for the work. During my audition the director asked me to attempt the part of Stanley...I had been doing very well with Mitch and probably would have gotten the part if only there was a suitable Stanley out there.
So far none of the other guys auditioning had the right mix of rage, sexuality, and passion that the director needed for Stan, so he figured he would take a chance and ask me to try...at least that is my guess as to why he had me have a go at Stanley. The scenes I did with various girls reading Stella (Stanley’s wife) and Blanche (Stella’s sister and eventually Stanley’s lover) all went well, but two girls really stood out. My friend Abby was cast as Blanche, the wispy thin southern belle at the heart of the piece. In a surprise my good friend Rebecca was cast in the role of Stella, with me as Stanley. The surprise about Rebecca was that she didn’t look anything like Abby...she was 5’10", where Abby was 5’4” on a good day, Rebecca was about 175lbs and had a large chest, broad shoulders, and dark skin coloring...though Jewish/Irish by heritage she looked Hispanic. Abby was a major league WASP, just like me, and had a very slight build. The audience was supposed to believe the girls were sisters and enjoy watching the sexual tensions between both Stella and Stanley and Blanche and Stanley...we were an odd group of choices. I had always found Rebecca to be quite attractive, she had the height that I liked, a beautiful smile that lit up any room she walked into and a curvy body with great hips and a butt to die for, but not many other guys in the Theatre department thought the way I did. To them Abby was the piece de resistance as far as the female form went. While I found her attractive, she never really did anything for me...too thin and small...if I slept with her I would be afraid I would break her just by picking her up.
We did a few read-throughs of the play before the semester ended, but never actually got into rehearsals during that time. One night after our final read-through before the summer break, Rebecca and I found ourselves walking together up campus, me towards my dorm, her toward her car. We talked about how surprised we were that we had been given the roles we had...I know I don’t look anything like Brando and she was not Kim Hunter material. But we were both please to have the opportunities as actors to try such challenging roles. Eventually we arrived at the subject of our weight and our own disappointment with our inability to lose our excess weight and keep it off. I told her how beautiful I thought she was and that I would go out with her in a heartbeat. She laughed and said “You’re sweet, full of shit, but sweet.” I think she thought I was just trying to patronize her, but I was telling her the truth, I thought she was one of the prettiest girls in the university, and if I had been smart I would have kissed her then and there to prove it, but I am not smart and I let the opportunity pass me by. We walked in silence to her car where she gave me a kiss on the cheek and asked me to call her over the break. I assured her I would and wished her a good vacation.
Over that summer I got a job working for a scenic design firm as a planter and a domestic agricultural engineer, which is a fancy way of saying that I was a gardener/dirt monkey. It was spine rending work, but it paid well, so I guess it was worth all the effort. The other benefit to working like a mad man for four months in the sun was that at the end of the summer I was pretty well tanned...not to the level Rebecca enjoyed, but as much as my English/Welsh heritage would allow. And much to my surprise and delight is that I had lost nearly 65lbs and built up my upper body. It was very strange to be this thin...ever since my youth I had been a “husky” kid, so to have a flat stomach, a smaller ass, and real, honest to god biceps, was a delight! Now it wasn’t only working outside the helped with the transformation...every evening after work I would spend a couple of hours in the pool, really just trying to cool off from the day, but I guess the swimming had its effect too.
Because of the weight loss I returned to school with a new attitude towards playing Stanley Kowalski. Though I knew I was no Brando or Baldwin in the looks department, the trimmer waistline did a great deal to boost my confidance...I felt that now I might just be able to convincingly pull off the “blue collar brute's physical masculinity as well as his psychological status.
Before I had left for the summer the director of Street Car and I had a discussion of the character. I had asked if he wanted me to try and lose some weight for the role (remember that Stanley spends much of the play in just a tee-shirt and the women in the audience need to understand why both Stella and Blanche find him so attractive) and Robert, the director, thought it would be a good idea. Well, when he saw me with my new looks it surpassed all his expectations for how I would look. After telling me how proud he was, etc., he asked me if I had seen Rebecca yet.
“No not yet. I just moved back in today. Why, what's up?”
“You should just see her, that's all. Remember first rehearsal tomorrow at 7pm in the Studio. How are you set on your lines?”
I love directors...they really only have one thing on their minds, ever.
Well I don’t quite know what i was expecting when I saw Rebecca the next night at rehearsals...maybe she got a hair cut or dye job, or she got glasses, or something else. I had no clue, she and I, despite our promises' to the contrary, hadn’t really kept in touch over the summer. We had emailed each other a couple of times, nothing more than “how are you doing, hope the summer is good, gotta run, love ya” kind of emails though. So what I saw when I got to rehearsal was a complete shock. The weight loss I had was apparent and it made me look much better, but being so tall and broad shouldered anyway having my stomach and ass shrink was not a major change. Rebecca on the other hand...wow! She looked like a new woman. Now I had never found her to be unattractive, but when I saw her next I had a VERY hard time keeping my tongue in my mouth and my eyes from flying out of their sockets, like the Fox in those old MGM cartoons from the 40’s. She had lost around 35lbs, slimming down her entire frame, while keeping all those wonderful curves. Her breasts were still round and firm, like casaba melons, her hips still round and shapely and her butt, oh her butt, it was now smaller, but perfectly round and tremendously firm. She had also let her hair keep growing...now Becca had always kept her hair at least shoulder length or longer, but now it was about midway down her back. A lovely brown color with some blondish streaks, all natural, with a wavy curve that made her look like a hippie-earth mother type from the 60’s. Her normally tan skin was a beautiful golden glow...my mouth filled with saliva at the sight of her...I was in serious danger of drooling over this girl.
We caught each other’s eyes from across the room. She looked me up and down while I did the same...this wasn’t a sexual check out, but more an appraisal of the work the other put into reshaping themselves. After giving me the once over she ran over and gave me a hug...I slipped my hands around her waist and I can tell you there is no greater feeling in the world than that. She was wearing a tank top that lifted up when she reached up to give me a hug, so I was able to pass my hands right over her beautiful and smooth skin.
“You look fantastic” she said into the crook of my shoulder, where her head was nuzzled (being this tall means that when you hug someone of average or short height they will always end up in the crook of your shoulder between your neck or placing their heads directly on your chest). All I could smell was the wonderful aroma of patchouli oil (she was always covered in it, and even now, two years later, when ever I smell patchouli oil I will go just a bit light headed and think about Rebecca).
I managed to get out “Me, you look fantastic...wow...you must feel great!”, but I can tell you my mind was having trouble forming sentences...the smell, the feel of her, how she looked...I had forgotten how much I actually liked her over the course of the summer, and in the short period of that hug it all came flooding back.
-Yorick
A Show Called Desire
The first thing you have to understand is that people who do theatre in college are not like other students. The same rules and boundaries that exist for everyone else simply don’t apply to us. We all see each other in the dressing rooms, for us a hug is as good as a handshake, and kissing means nothing because 9 times out of 10 it is during a performance, and all you care about then is that you remember your next line, not the feeling of your partners lips and tongue. Out of this familiarity and community comes a true sense of family...my college years were spent in one such “family”. And like any family we had a good many secrets and stories, many of them romantic or sexual in nature.
One of my favorite stories is one that I was intimately involved with. It was during my Junior year, in the fall. We were performing Tennessee Williams’ A Street Car Named Desire and I had been cast as Stanley Kowalski. Stanley is the character that Marlon Brando played in the excellent film version directed by Elia Kazan, or more recently portrayed by Alec Baldwin on Broadway in the mid-1990’s. When I auditioned I was going out for the role of Stanley’s friend Mitch, the part played by Karl Malden in the film. At the time I was around 275 lbs and 6’3”...I had typically played the character parts, comic relief or a big thug, but not the leading man, and certainly not Stanley. The auditions for the show were held the previous semester, to give the cast time over the summer to learn their lines and come into rehearsals fully prepared for the work. During my audition the director asked me to attempt the part of Stanley...I had been doing very well with Mitch and probably would have gotten the part if only there was a suitable Stanley out there.
So far none of the other guys auditioning had the right mix of rage, sexuality, and passion that the director needed for Stan, so he figured he would take a chance and ask me to try...at least that is my guess as to why he had me have a go at Stanley. The scenes I did with various girls reading Stella (Stanley’s wife) and Blanche (Stella’s sister and eventually Stanley’s lover) all went well, but two girls really stood out. My friend Abby was cast as Blanche, the wispy thin southern belle at the heart of the piece. In a surprise my good friend Rebecca was cast in the role of Stella, with me as Stanley. The surprise about Rebecca was that she didn’t look anything like Abby...she was 5’10", where Abby was 5’4” on a good day, Rebecca was about 175lbs and had a large chest, broad shoulders, and dark skin coloring...though Jewish/Irish by heritage she looked Hispanic. Abby was a major league WASP, just like me, and had a very slight build. The audience was supposed to believe the girls were sisters and enjoy watching the sexual tensions between both Stella and Stanley and Blanche and Stanley...we were an odd group of choices. I had always found Rebecca to be quite attractive, she had the height that I liked, a beautiful smile that lit up any room she walked into and a curvy body with great hips and a butt to die for, but not many other guys in the Theatre department thought the way I did. To them Abby was the piece de resistance as far as the female form went. While I found her attractive, she never really did anything for me...too thin and small...if I slept with her I would be afraid I would break her just by picking her up.
We did a few read-throughs of the play before the semester ended, but never actually got into rehearsals during that time. One night after our final read-through before the summer break, Rebecca and I found ourselves walking together up campus, me towards my dorm, her toward her car. We talked about how surprised we were that we had been given the roles we had...I know I don’t look anything like Brando and she was not Kim Hunter material. But we were both please to have the opportunities as actors to try such challenging roles. Eventually we arrived at the subject of our weight and our own disappointment with our inability to lose our excess weight and keep it off. I told her how beautiful I thought she was and that I would go out with her in a heartbeat. She laughed and said “You’re sweet, full of shit, but sweet.” I think she thought I was just trying to patronize her, but I was telling her the truth, I thought she was one of the prettiest girls in the university, and if I had been smart I would have kissed her then and there to prove it, but I am not smart and I let the opportunity pass me by. We walked in silence to her car where she gave me a kiss on the cheek and asked me to call her over the break. I assured her I would and wished her a good vacation.
Over that summer I got a job working for a scenic design firm as a planter and a domestic agricultural engineer, which is a fancy way of saying that I was a gardener/dirt monkey. It was spine rending work, but it paid well, so I guess it was worth all the effort. The other benefit to working like a mad man for four months in the sun was that at the end of the summer I was pretty well tanned...not to the level Rebecca enjoyed, but as much as my English/Welsh heritage would allow. And much to my surprise and delight is that I had lost nearly 65lbs and built up my upper body. It was very strange to be this thin...ever since my youth I had been a “husky” kid, so to have a flat stomach, a smaller ass, and real, honest to god biceps, was a delight! Now it wasn’t only working outside the helped with the transformation...every evening after work I would spend a couple of hours in the pool, really just trying to cool off from the day, but I guess the swimming had its effect too.
Because of the weight loss I returned to school with a new attitude towards playing Stanley Kowalski. Though I knew I was no Brando or Baldwin in the looks department, the trimmer waistline did a great deal to boost my confidance...I felt that now I might just be able to convincingly pull off the “blue collar brute's physical masculinity as well as his psychological status.
Before I had left for the summer the director of Street Car and I had a discussion of the character. I had asked if he wanted me to try and lose some weight for the role (remember that Stanley spends much of the play in just a tee-shirt and the women in the audience need to understand why both Stella and Blanche find him so attractive) and Robert, the director, thought it would be a good idea. Well, when he saw me with my new looks it surpassed all his expectations for how I would look. After telling me how proud he was, etc., he asked me if I had seen Rebecca yet.
“No not yet. I just moved back in today. Why, what's up?”
“You should just see her, that's all. Remember first rehearsal tomorrow at 7pm in the Studio. How are you set on your lines?”
I love directors...they really only have one thing on their minds, ever.
Well I don’t quite know what i was expecting when I saw Rebecca the next night at rehearsals...maybe she got a hair cut or dye job, or she got glasses, or something else. I had no clue, she and I, despite our promises' to the contrary, hadn’t really kept in touch over the summer. We had emailed each other a couple of times, nothing more than “how are you doing, hope the summer is good, gotta run, love ya” kind of emails though. So what I saw when I got to rehearsal was a complete shock. The weight loss I had was apparent and it made me look much better, but being so tall and broad shouldered anyway having my stomach and ass shrink was not a major change. Rebecca on the other hand...wow! She looked like a new woman. Now I had never found her to be unattractive, but when I saw her next I had a VERY hard time keeping my tongue in my mouth and my eyes from flying out of their sockets, like the Fox in those old MGM cartoons from the 40’s. She had lost around 35lbs, slimming down her entire frame, while keeping all those wonderful curves. Her breasts were still round and firm, like casaba melons, her hips still round and shapely and her butt, oh her butt, it was now smaller, but perfectly round and tremendously firm. She had also let her hair keep growing...now Becca had always kept her hair at least shoulder length or longer, but now it was about midway down her back. A lovely brown color with some blondish streaks, all natural, with a wavy curve that made her look like a hippie-earth mother type from the 60’s. Her normally tan skin was a beautiful golden glow...my mouth filled with saliva at the sight of her...I was in serious danger of drooling over this girl.
We caught each other’s eyes from across the room. She looked me up and down while I did the same...this wasn’t a sexual check out, but more an appraisal of the work the other put into reshaping themselves. After giving me the once over she ran over and gave me a hug...I slipped my hands around her waist and I can tell you there is no greater feeling in the world than that. She was wearing a tank top that lifted up when she reached up to give me a hug, so I was able to pass my hands right over her beautiful and smooth skin.
“You look fantastic” she said into the crook of my shoulder, where her head was nuzzled (being this tall means that when you hug someone of average or short height they will always end up in the crook of your shoulder between your neck or placing their heads directly on your chest). All I could smell was the wonderful aroma of patchouli oil (she was always covered in it, and even now, two years later, when ever I smell patchouli oil I will go just a bit light headed and think about Rebecca).
I managed to get out “Me, you look fantastic...wow...you must feel great!”, but I can tell you my mind was having trouble forming sentences...the smell, the feel of her, how she looked...I had forgotten how much I actually liked her over the course of the summer, and in the short period of that hug it all came flooding back.
