THE ADVENTURES OF BUTT BOY AND TIGGER

A comedy by Steven Dawson

 

 

 

First Performed

July 4th, 2007

Mechanics Institute Performing Arts Centre, Melbourne

 

 

 

Cast

 

Jamie                Alex Christopolous

Matt                  Felix Allsop

 

 

Directed by Steven Dawson

Produced by Out Cast Theatre

 

 

 

  

 

 

  

 

 

 

Copyright © June 2007

 

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SCENE ONE

 

LATE AT NIGHT. JAMIE SITS AT HIS COMPUTER. HE PAUSES FOR A MOMENT THEN HITS A KEY. THERE IS AN AUDIBLE DING ON THE OTHER COMPUTER. MATT POPS HIS HEAD OUT OF THE WINGS. HE MOVES TOWARDS HIS COMPUTER.

 

MATT

That’d be right. Two hours of diddly-squat and just as I’m about to go to bed…

 

HE LOOKS AT THE MONITOR

 

Hello. Who are we then?

 

HE LOOKS A LITTLE CLOSER.

 

Bloody hell.

 

HE THINKS ABOUT IT FOR A MOMENT. HE STARTS TO WALK AWAY

 

Sorry weirdo. Not interested.

 

HE STOPS AND LOOKS AT THE COMPUTER AGAIN

 

Maybe just a quick peek.

 

HE GOES BACK TO THE COMPUTER. HE TYPES

 

Hi.

 

JAMIE TYPES BACK

 

JAMIE

Hi.

 

MATT

Bit late.

 

JAMIE

I know. Couldn’t sleep.

 

MATT

That’s okay.

 

JAMIE

You want to talk?

 

MATT

What did you have in mind?

 

JAMIE

Nothing really.

 

MATT

Well it’s bloody freezing and I have a very fluffy doona with my name on it so you better have something to keep me from it.

 

JAMIE

Sorry. If you want to go…

 

MATT

No, that’s cool.

 

JAMIE

Are you alone?

 

MATT

It’s kinda hard for more than one person to type on the same keyboard so yeah, I am alone.

 

JAMIE

Okay.

 

MATT

Interesting handle.

 

JAMIE

Is it?

 

MATT

You don’t think so? You don’t think “butt boy” is an interesting name? Not exactly subtle, is it?

 

JAMIE

It wasn’t my first choice.

 

MATT

Really?

 

JAMIE

No. I’m a bit of a comic geek. I was trying to do Batman but that was taken. So I tried Bat Boy   But I was so tired I made a typo. Then I started getting all these replies so I thought…what the hell.

 

MATT

I’m not surprised. Pretty much spells it out, don’t you think? You know, you might want to think about changing your profile name.

 

JAMIE

Maybe.

 

MATT

Bet it attracts a lot of loonies.

 

JAMIE

A few. You’re the first one I tried to contact, though.

 

MATT

Well, I feel special. What singled me out?

 

JAMIE

From your profile you seem nice.

 

MATT

Well, that’s what they said on my last parole report. I’m joking. I must say you don’t give much away on yours, do you? [READS ALOUD] “Clean cut. Love movies and talking” That’s a lot of detail. One step short of Amish.

 

JAMIE

I like your name.

 

MATT

My name?

 

JAMIE

On your profile. Sounds nice as well.

 

MATT

Uh-huh.

 

JAMIE

So why do you call yourself Tigger? Unless that’s your real name?

 

MATT

What?

 

JAMIE

Sounds kind of Middle Eastern. Is it?

 

MATT

It’s from Winnie The Pooh.

 

JAMIE

Winnie the Pooh?

 

MATT

The book. You know. Tiggers can bounce. [PAUSE] I thought it was cute. Maybe I was wrong.

 

JAMIE

I like your picture.

 

MATT

Thank you. I like your picture too.

 

JAMIE

Yeah? A friend took it a few years back.

 

MATT

 “Friend” friend or euphemism friend?

 

JAMIE

What’s that?

 

MATT

What’s what?

 

JAMIE

What you said. Euphemism.

 

MATT

Oh, um…was he a real friend or a boyfriend?

 

JAMIE

She was a girl. I mean, she is a girl. I don’t have a boyfriend. You?

 

MATT

None I’ll admit to. It’s a nice photo.

 

JAMIE

Yeah, I thought so too.

 

MATT

She must really like you.

 

JAMIE

She did.

 

MATT

You’re speaking in the past tense.

 

JAMIE

She stopped talking to me five years ago when I told her I was…you know.

 

MATT

So that photo’s at least 5 years old?

 

JAMIE

I still look pretty much the same.

 

MATT

Yeah. They all say that. Or they’ve Photo-shopped themselves into a blur.

 

JAMIE

Do they? You do this a lot then?

 

MATT

Do what?

 

JAMIE

Chat people up online.

 

MATT

Chat “to”. Not chat up. There’s a difference. And don’t forget, you dinged me. So how long have you known you were…“you know”?

 

JAMIE

6 years.

 

MATT

So you should be good at it by now. Right?

 

JAMIE

I guess.

 

MATT

Enough to not call it “you know”?

 

JAMIE

I guess.

 

MATT

Sorry. I’m getting heavy.

 

JAMIE

That’s okay.

 

MATT

That’s not what this is all about.

 

JAMIE

What’s what all about?

 

MATT

This. What we’re doing.

 

JAMIE

We’re not doing anything.

 

MATT

Not yet. So…

 

JAMIE

So?

 

MATT

So…you wanna play?

 

JAMIE

Play?

 

MATT

That’s right.

 

JAMIE

Play what?

 

MATT

I don’t know. Fucking Monopoly. Play! [PAUSE] It means have sex.

 

JAMIE

Then why didn’t you just say that?

 

MATT

I was trying to be subtle.

 

JAMIE

Subtle? Your profile says you have an eight inch dick. In bold! I think that ship has sailed. [BEAT] What did you have in mind anyway?

 

MATT

What I have in mind should be a surprise, don’t you think? I don’t want to give away the game plan too soon. Do you want to meet up? Where do you live?

 

JAMIE

Frankston.

 

MATT

Shit.

 

JAMIE

You?

 

MATT

Sunbury.

 

JAMIE

Is that too far?

 

MATT

May as well be on another planet.

 

JAMIE

I could drive to your place…

 

MATT

Great!

 

JAMIE

…if my car wasn’t getting fixed.

 

MATT

Great.

 

JAMIE

We don’t have to meet tonight. We could meet later.

 

MATT

I guess.

 

JAMIE

I can’t really have you over at my place anyway at the moment.

 

MATT

Place a pig stye?

 

JAMIE

No. Mum keeps it pretty clean.

 

MATT

You live with your mum?

 

JAMIE

Yeah.

 

MATT

Jesus! How old are you?

 

JAMIE

Twenty four.  You?

 

MATT

Same [PAUSE] -ish.

 

JAMIE

That was vague.

 

MATT

Would you like to see my carbon dating?

 

JAMIE

You meet many people doing this?

 

MATT

Guys! Do I meet many guys?!

 

JAMIE

I guess that’s what I meant.

 

MATT

This is the first time.

 

JAMIE

Really?

 

MATT

Of course not! Do I sound like a virgin?

 

JAMIE

No. [PAUSE] Do I?

 

MATT

Yes. As a matter of fact you do.

 

JAMIE

Oh.

 

MATT

[PAUSE] Oh shit. You are a virgin, aren’t you?

 

JAMIE

No, I’m…

 

MATT

You are! I’ll bet you’re just some spotty little 14 year old getting your jollies whacking off some knuckle-children on Mum’s broadband account while she’s passed out behind the telly. Tell me!

 

JAMIE

I’m not.

 

MATT

Which part?

 

JAMIE

I’m not a virgin.

 

MATT

How many men have you had sex with? And I don’t mean quick groin grabs at scout camp with all those other greasy netball jocks, but real hands-on suck’n’fuck fests with real men.

 

JAMIE SAYS NOTHING

 

Hellooo?

 

JAMIE

I was just thinking.

 

MATT

It wasn’t a trick question.

 

JAMIE

Three.

 

MATT

Three?

 

JAMIE

Yeah.

 

MATT

You’re cruising Gaydar profiles already and you’ve only had sex 3 times?

 

JAMIE

I’ve had sex lots of times. Just with three men.

 

MATT

Please tell me it was all at the same time because that’s gonna win you big brownie points.

 

JAMIE

No. They were all separate and that was a while ago.

 

MATT

Define a while ago. More than a year?

 

JAMIE

I guess.

 

MATT

And where did you meet them? Online?

 

JAMIE

No. I’ve only been on line twice.

 

MATT

Bars, clubs, beats?

 

JAMIE

Friends of friends.

 

MATT

Wish I had me some friends like that. Could do with the outsourcing. So I take it you’re not a scene queen?

 

JAMIE

No.

 

MATT

And you don’t go to the clubs?

 

JAMIE

No.

 

MATT

Dance parties?

 

JAMIE

Hate loud music.

 

MATT

Saunas?

 

JAMIE

Allergic to ammonia.

 

MATT

How about show tunes?

 

JAMIE

You want me to sing one?

 

MATT

No, do you like them?

 

JAMIE

I saw Annie 3 times. Does that make me a show queen?

 

MATT

No. Just retarded.

 

JAMIE

Great. I just like music. Good female singers. Joni Mitchell, Janis Ian.

 

MATT

Bloody hell. No wonder you’ve only had sex with 3 guys.

 

JAMIE

Are you a show queen?

 

MATT

Fuck no. I’ve got about 5 years before that happens. My last boyfriend was, though. Part of the flight plan for most gay guys over 30, I think. Show queen, rice queen, old queen, dead queen.

 

JAMIE

Something to look forward to.

 

MATT

You betcha.

 

JAMIE

You had many boyfriends?

 

MATT

Plenty.

 

JAMIE

What happened to them?

 

MATT

They all met each other at my last birthday and decided they hated me. Now they all go out each month for dinner and email me the pictures. Bastards. Speaking of which…you got any other pictures of yourself?

 

JAMIE

My scanner’s broken.

 

MATT

How convenient. Describe yourself then.

 

JAMIE

Um. I’m…I’m 5 foot 7.

 

MATT

Good.

 

JAMIE

Slim. Clean shaven.

 

MATT

I can see that on your photo. Even though it’s five years old. And your nether regions? Give me a little info to go by. I need to put the picture together a bit more.

 

JAMIE

Oh. Um….14.

 

MATT

Bloody hell. [PAUSE] Wait a minute. You’re talking metric, aren’t you?

 

JAMIE

Yeah.

 

MATT

Thank God. My head was spinning. When it comes to dick size never talk metric It’s liable to bring on a stroke.

 

JAMIE

And what about you?

 

MATT

I’ve put everything worth mentioning on my profile.

 

JAMIE

Okay.

 

MATT

So, it’s late. You still want to play?

 

JAMIE

I thought we weren’t going to meet. Might be hard trying to meet up now.

 

MATT

We can still have fun just talking.

 

JAMIE

Can we?

 

MATT

Sure. We can do plenty. How good a typist are you?

 

JAMIE

Pretty fast.

 

MATT

That’s gonna help. What kind of fantasies do you have?

 

JAMIE

I haven’t really thought about it.

 

MATT

Well, try. Are you into sport?

 

JAMIE

Sometimes.

 

MATT

That’s good. I like footy.

 

JAMIE

I don’t know anything about footy.

 

MATT

How about soccer?

 

JAMIE

Even less.

 

MATT

That’s cool. Just fake it. [HE STARTS TYPING]  It’s after the semi final. All the other team members have gone for the day, the crowds have left. Just the rookie alone in the locker room. That’s you.

 

JAMIE GETS UP AND STARTS ACTING OUT THE SCENE

 

You start taking your gear off. Shoes and socks. Then you take off your shirt revealing a well-chiselled chest. You sit on the bench in just your white shorts. Your legs spread apart slightly.  You rub your upper thigh. It’s still tender and slightly bruised already from the big dark dude on the other team taking you down in the first half.

 

JAMIE

What did he look like?

 

MATT

Big beautiful Maori fucker. You thought to yourself he was probably hung like a horse.

 

JAMIE

Is he?

 

MATT

Yeah probably but this story’s not about him?

 

JAMIE

No?

 

MATT

No, now shut up.

 

JAMIE

Okay.

 

MATT

Where was I?

 

JAMIE

I was rubbing my bruise.

 

MATT

Yeah…rubbing your bruise. [BEAT] Right, rubbing your bruise. It still smarts a little but you reckon a nice hot shower is just the thing to fix it and you won’t have any of the other players in the showers to distract you with their big dicks.

 

JAMIE

Everyone has a big dick?

 

MATT

People don’t have fantasies about small dicks. That would be weird.

 

JAMIE

I get it.

 

MATT

But they’re all ugly.

 

JAMIE

Pity.

 

MATT

Ssh. You’re still on the bench. Your hand starts to move up your thigh.

 

JAMIE

Okay.

 

THEY MOVE INTO THE PLAYING AREA.

 

MATT

The air is a little moist from the shower. You carry on.

 

JAMIE

What? Oh, yeah. I stand up and stand in front of the mirror. I wipe it down so I can see my shorts. I turn slightly and start to pull my shorts down a little. I reveal the tan line from my weekend at the beach. It stands out against my nice white arse.

 

MATT

It’s a beautiful nice round arse. Like a peach.

 

JAMIE

Yeah. I start to pull my shorts down further.

 

MATT

All the while you’re rubbing your crotch. It’s starting to get hard.

 

JAMIE

I’m thinking…should I have a wank? No-one’s around.

 

MATT

You should. You should.

 

JAMIE

I mean, I’m all alone.

 

MATT

So you think. [HE GETS UP]  You haven’t noticed the big burly coach coming into the change rooms. He’s forty but he has a great body under that uniform. Looks like Tom Selleck. He stands near the door.

 

JAMIE

I always thought he was looking at me different to the other players.

 

MATT

He’s standing at the doorway watching your hand rub up and down your crotch then follows your hand as it feels under the waist band and lets the shorts drop to the floor. I stand there with my big fat cock standing straight up.

 

JAMIE

A pigeon could perch on it.

 

MATT

What? Forget the pigeon!

 

JAMIE

Forgotten. My fat cock is pointing straight ahead.

 

MATT

How big is it?

 

JAMIE

It’s pretty big.

 

MATT

Tell me.

 

JAMIE

I just told you. It’s pretty big!

 

MATT

More info.

 

JAMIE

Massive. Long and thick. 10 inches. Like a tin can.

 

MATT

V size or Coke?

 

JAMIE

Coke.

 

MATT

Ooh.

 

JAMIE

Strong and fat enough to hold up a beach towel all by itself.

 

MATT

That’s big.

 

JAMIE

Fucking huge.

 

MATT

Cut or uncut?

 

JAMIE

Cut. No. Uncut.

 

MATT

Make up your mind.

 

JAMIE

Um…uncut.

 

MATT

Ooh baby. What’s the coach doing? What am I doing?

 

JAMIE

You’re still watching me.

 

MATT

I got that.

 

JAMIE

Your dick is starting to get hard.

 

MATT

It sure is.

 

JAMIE

Starting to make a bulge in your grey tracksuit pants.

 

MATT

I love grey track suit pants. You can see fucking everything! And I especially love the word ‘bulge.’ It’s right up there with girth.

 

JAMIE

You’ve got no undies on so you’ve been swinging commando all afternoon during training and your balls are really hanging low.

 

MATT

How low?

 

JAMIE

Four inches down.

 

MATT

Bet they’re sweaty and salty.

 

JAMIE

We don’t know that yet, do we?

 

MATT

No.

 

JAMIE

Suddenly I feel your presence in the locker room.

 

MATT

I shove my hand inside my tracksuit pants so you don’t see my massive hard on.

 

JAMIE

Another huge dick, huh?

 

MATT

Yeah!

 

JAMIE

Yeah. I look in the edge of the mirror and just see the edge of your tracksuit top. I realise it’s you. But I don’t want to say anything. Not yet. I want to see what would happen. I drop down and pull up my shorts real slow.

 

MATT

Giving me the full fruit basket.

 

JAMIE

I look around slowly.  [HE PUTS HIS LEG UP ON THE CHAIR]  “Hey coach.”

 

MATT

 “Hey Tommy.” That’s your name. “What you doing?”

 

JAMIE

Nothing Coach. Just pulled a hammy early on and wanted to see it didn’t do any damage.

 

MATT

And did it?

 

JAMIE

Seems to be alright, coach. But you never know how these things can…flare up.

 

MATT

Tell me about it. Maybe I should take a quick look at it.

 

JAMIE

Don’t you need to get home to your wife coach?

 

MATT

Oh, she died 3 days ago. Buried her yesterday.

 

JAMIE

Really?

 

MATT

Yeah. Tough break. Of course the kids will miss her but life goes on.

 

JAMIE

Where are they?

 

MATT

Oh, somewhere. So…let’s have a look at that groin of yours.

 

HE DROPS DOWN IN FRONT OF JAMIE

 

JAMIE

It’s my thigh actually.

 

MATT

[JUMPING UP] So you’re a doctor as well? I’ll be the judge of that.

 

JAMIE

I’m sure you know better, coach.

 

MATT

[DROPPING DOWN AGAIN AND PUTTING A HAND ON HIS THIGH] Now, where does it hurt exactly?

 

JAMIE

[MOVING MATT’S HAND CLOSER TO HIS CROTCH] Just there is a bit tender.

 

MATT

[STARTS RUBBING IT] Just here?

 

JAMIE

Uh-huh. Ooh that feels good.

 

MATT

I’ll bet it does. I’ll bet it does. You know what I think you need?

 

JAMIE

What’s that, coach?

 

MATT

A bit of deep tissue massage.

 

JAMIE

Really?

 

MATT

The deeper the better.

 

JAMIE

I think you may be right.

 

MATT

But you really should get some heat on it first. Boy, that’s some piece of meat you got on you kid.

 

JAMIE

You think so, coach?

 

MATT

Fine bit of meat like that should have plenty of admirers. I bet the girls really go for you.

 

JAMIE

They do coach but most can’t handle the “girth.”

 

MATT

[SHUDDERING] Oh dear god.

 

JAMIE

Yeah. They really have trouble with it. It’s got a lot of girth.

 

MATT

Bloody hell.

 

JAMIE

 “What a lot of girth” they say. [COCKNEY ACCENT] It’s a big bulge and no mistake.

 

MATT

What? You’re doing accents now? We’re typing this. I can’t hear accents when your typing.

 

JAMIE

Sorry.

 

MATT

Say bulge again.

 

JAMIE

It’s a big bulge. A massive bulge. Full of….bulge-eosity.

 

MATT

Is that a word!

 

JAMIE

Who cares?! Keep rubbing it.

 

MATT

Tell you what. I think you should take a shower. Then I can give your groin my full attention.

 

JAMIE

Looks like that’s not the only thing at full attention.

 

MATT

That was pretty good.

 

JAMIE

Thanks.

 

MATT

Now you should hit that shower.

 

JAMIE

I strip off my shorts again and move to the showers. The water is hot and steamy.

 

MATT

Tell you what. I think I might take a shower as well. Ah that feels good.

 

JAMIE

I’m soaping myself up. Getting a really good lather going.

 

MATT

Where?

 

JAMIE

In the shower.

 

MATT

No, I mean, where is the lather?

 

JAMIE

Oh. It’s all over my balls. I turn the water down a little and soap up my balls and start to rub my cock and balls.

 

MATT

I watch you and I’m lathering up as well.

 

JAMIE

You sure are. Your huge dangling balls are like grapefruits.

 

MATT

Grapefruits?

 

JAMIE

Mandarins. They’re like mandarins. Round and hairless.

 

MATT

I shave them. Like to keep a clean house.

 

JAMIE

And your big dick is starting to arch straight out and over. It’s fucking hot.

 

MATT

Here, let me get some soap on your back, you hot soccer player, you.

 

JAMIE

Thanks Coach.

 

MATT

I stand beside you and rub the bar of soap across your back.

 

JAMIE

It feels good.

 

MATT

I drop the soap behind you.

 

BOTH

Oops.

 

MATT

I drop down and your arse is right in front of me. I want to stick my tongue inside you…

 

JAMIE

Do it!

 

MATT

But I just let my three day growth briefly rub against your arse cheek as I retrieve the soap.

 

JAMIE

Oh sweet Jesus. I’m shuddering with your breath on my arse.

 

MATT

I stand up against you but much closer now.

 

MATT WEDGES IN CLOSE BEHIND JAMIE

 

JAMIE

I can feel your big fat cock up against my arse. I move my legs apart and you slip your cock between my legs.

 

MATT

You clench and hold my cock with your thighs.

 

JAMIE

You’ve almost reached my bruise.

 

MATT

I start to rub it back and forth. I want to put some lotion on it alright.

 

JAMIE

You reach around and grab my cock and start to pull it, still sliding your cock in and out of my legs

 

MATT

Oh yes.

 

JAMIE

Does that feel good?

 

MATT

You bet your arse.

 

JAMIE

Tell me.

 

MATT

It feels good.

 

JAMIE

More.

 

MATT

It feels real good. I start pounding my cock into you. It’s hitting your balls.

 

JAMIE

Oh yeah.

 

MATT

I’m pulling your big cock harder and faster.

 

JAMIE

Yes.

 

MATT

Harder.

 

JAMIE

Yes. Harder!

 

MATT

Oh yes!

 

JAMIE

I want to come.

 

MATT

I want you to come.

 

JAMIE

I wanna shoot.

 

MATT

Shoot that load.

 

JAMIE

I’m gonna shoot.

 

MATT

Ooh yeah.

 

JAMIE

I’m gonna shoot across the floor.

 

MATT

I’m gonna come too. Love the way my cock feels between your legs.

 

JAMIE

Big cock!

 

MATT

Yeah.

 

JAMIE

Big girthy cock!

 

MATT

Yeah. I’m coming. I can feel it rising from my balls.

 

JAMIE

You big balls. Shoot coach. Bang my balls with your big cock head!

 

MATT

I’m shooting between your big thighs!

 

JAMIE

I feel you shoot against my balls. I wanna come too.

 

MATT

Then come.

 

JAMIE

I wanna come.

 

MATT

Come, you fucker!

 

JAMIE

Stick your finger in me.

 

MATT

What?

 

JAMIE

Stick your finger in me!!

 

MATT

Okay! I’m sticking my finger in you.

 

JAMIE

Right up me!

 

MATT

Right up you.

 

JAMIE

Ugh! Hit that button! Hit that button, you big-cocked coach! Hit it! Aaagh!!!

 

THEY BOTH SIMULATE ORGASMS AS THE STAGE GOES BLACK FOR A MOMENT. WHEN THE LIGHTS COME UP THEY ARE AT THEIR RESPECTIVE DESKS, WIPING  THEMSELVES DOWN. AFTER A LONG PAUSE…

 

MATT

Hit that button?

 

JAMIE

Magic of the moment.

 

MATT

That was amazing. Almost as good as the real thing.

 

JAMIE

For me that was the real thing.  Will you be online next week?

 

MATT

Same bat time, same bat channel. Goodnight Buttboy.

 

JAMIE

Goodnight Tigger.

 

LIGHTS FADE TO NEIL YOUNG SINGING “COMES A TIME.”

 

BLACKOUT.

 

LIGHTS CHANGE TO INDICATE PASSAGE OF TIME WITH THE BOYS IN SILHOUETTE.

 

 

SCENE TWO

 

 

MATT

So, okay. We’ve established you don’t do the bar or beats or whatever. Where do you go?

 

JAMIE

I like to stay home.

 

MATT

Must be quiet.

 

JAMIE

It usually is. But I do read a bit.

 

MATT

And what kind of work do you do?

 

JAMIE

I study 3 nights a week finishing off an Arts degree. Dragged it out over five years but I finish this year.

 

MATT

And what else?

 

JAMIE

And during the day I work in a call centre.

 

MATT

Sounds…exciting.

 

JAMIE

By 1pm every day I’m ready to blow my brains out. But by the end of the year things should improve. I’ll start looking around for something better. Maybe take another year and do my dip Ed. I thought I might be a teacher.

 

MATT

Well, that sounds like a career.

 

JAMIE

Did I mention I hate kids?

 

MATT

That bodes well.

 

JAMIE

What do you do for a living?

 

MATT

I work in a music store.

 

JAMIE

Oh good. You must listen to heaps of cd’s.

 

MATT

It’s not that type of music store. We sell musical instruments.

 

JAMIE

Oh.

 

MATT

Are you musical at all?

 

JAMIE

Not really. I played in the school orchestra for about six months.

 

MATT

So what did you play?

 

JAMIE

Triangle. I wasn’t exactly overworked. Do you play any instruments?

 

MATT

Piano.

 

JAMIE

That’s fantastic.

 

MATT

Sometimes you can lose yourself. It’s pretty good but I’m not that good. Need to practice more. So…

 

JAMIE

So?

 

MATT

Are we gonna that conversation again?

 

JAMIE

Sorry.

 

MATT

Don’t be sorry. So, do you want to play?

 

JAMIE

I guess.

 

MATT

Well, as long as you’re sure.

 

JAMIE

No, I mean, I’d love to.

 

MATT

Good. Then you start.

 

JAMIE

Me?

 

MATT

Uh-huh. Go to town.

 

JAMIE

I uh, don’t know how to start.

 

MATT

Well, first you come up with a place. And you go from there.

 

JAMIE

Um alright. So, where are we?

 

MATT

It’s your fantasy. You tell me.

 

JAMIE

Of course. My fantasy. Uh. Okay. It’s late at night.

 

THE STAGE LIGHTS START TO GO DIM.

 

MATT

Good.

 

JAMIE

[HE GETS UP] During the first world war. It’s the trenches in France. 1915. Battle of the Somme. I read about it at high school. The plucky young private is watching the tough and craggy sergeant opposite. It’s 2 in the morning. The fog is slowly rolling over the tops of the trenches.

 

MATT

Wait!

 

MATT RUNS OFF STAGE AND GRABS A SMALL SMOKE MACHINE AND FOGS THE STAGE A BIT, WAVING THE FOG AROUND THE STAGE WITH A FOLDER FROM HIS DESK. THE SOUND OF DISTANT GUNFIRE, BOMBS AND A SMALL RADIO PLAYING VINTAGE WAR SONGS

 

Go on.

 

JAMIE

Good. It’s the night before the big push. The rest of the platoon are sitting down the other end of the trench, huddled together and trying to keep warm. But not our private. He’s always been a loner. Ever since he was a kid helping his parents on their farm.. Times were tough…

 

MATT

Too much background. Get on with the “now”.

 

JAMIE

What? Oh. Gotcha. Like I said. Young private.

 

MATT

What’s he look like?

 

JAMIE

Who?

 

MATT

The private.

 

JAMIE

Oh. Good looking guy. Olive skin. Dark hair. Well-chiselled face. Clean cut. Lean body. No fat. Helping his dad sow the crops has kept him muscled.

 

MATT

Big arms?

 

JAMIE

Huge…but not too much. Looks like he could have been a drummer  in a band…

 

MATT

In the trenches in 1915?

 

JAMIE

Okay. Not a drummer. Could have been on the wharves.

 

MATT

Good.

 

JAMIE

Strong upper body and rippled abs. Legs like a bike rider.

 

MATT

Stay in the story.

 

JAMIE

And the sergeant sits across from him, his legs splayed across the trench, his muddy boots just inches from the young private’s feet. The sergeant is only a few years older. Maybe 25-26. Solid build. Dark hair, almost Hugh Jackman unshaven good looks. A bit rough but very good looking. Even though it’s kinda cold the Sergeant has his shirt slightly open revealing a dark hairy chest…

 

MATT

I don’t like too much hair.

 

JAMIE

It’s my fantasy.

 

MATT

Sure.

 

JAMIE

…dark hairy chest. Shirt open down to the navel, joins up with the tufts of hair going down to his crotch. He is rubbing his hand across his chest. His hand brushes across the nipple which starts to stand straight up. He eyes the young recruit. The private looks at him for a moment then his eyes dart away. He is almost embarrassed to have seen the sergeant touching his own nipple. The sergeant smiles then takes out a rolled up cigarette and lights it.

 

THE REST OF THE SCENE IS PLAYED VERY HAMMY CAMERA ACTING STYLE

 

MATT

[VERY CLIPPED ENGLISH] Smith?

 

JAMIE

[YOUNG AND WITH A  LISP] Yes, sergeant.

 

MATT

What’s the matter? Can’t sleep.

 

JAMIE

Guess not, sergeant.

 

MATT

Same here. Like to look at the stars. May be the last time I’m gonna see them. You never know. You know, the others are fast asleep. You don’t need to call me Sergeant. How old are you?

 

JAMIE

18 sir.

 

MATT

I’m only a few years older than you. I tell you what. You can call me Tom and I’ll call you Peter. That’s your name isn’t it?

 

JAMIE

Apparently.

 

MATT

Only when no-one else is around, okay?

 

JAMIE

Sure thing Sarge. I mean Tom.

 

MATT

Smoke?

 

JAMIE

Sure.

 

HE REACHES ACROSS AS THE SERGEANT HANDS HIM HIS OWN CIGARETTE AND LIGHTS UP ANOTHER ONE. JAMIE STARTS COUGHING.

 

MATT

You do smoke, don’t you?

 

JAMIE

Not really.

 

MATT

Okay. Well, if ever there was a time to start it’s now.

 

JAMIE

I guess.

 

MATT

So tell me Peter..you hoping to get out of this hell hole in one piece?

 

JAMIE

I sure am, Sarge. I mean, Tom.

 

MATT

Yeah, sure would be nice to get home to the folks and a nice warm bed.

 

JAMIE

Sure would.

 

MATT

Damn this war! You got a girl back home, soldier?

 

JAMIE

No Tom. I ain’t.

 

MATT

That’s a surprise. Good looking lad like you must be beating them off with a stick. You got a big stick to beat ‘em off with, Pete? I’ll bet you have. I’ll bet you’ve had plenty in your time as well.

 

JAMIE

I guess, but nothing serious. What about you Tom? You got someone waiting back home for you? Some pretty gal got a candle burning in the window?

 

MATT

Five or six if the truth be told. Keep ‘em keen, not kept. That’s my motto.

 

JAMIE

Boy that must be amazing.

 

MATT

What’s that, kid?

 

JAMIE

All those girls.

 

MATT

It’s okay. To tell the truth I ain’t that much attached to any of them. Sure they’re pretty but ain’t none of them got anything that comes close to a friendship between two mates. Hang on a moment will ya?

 

HE GETS UP AND GIVES THE FOG MACHNE ANOTHER BURST.

 

Much better. Yeah, that’s right. No girl ever came close to feeling as good as sharing a cigarette with a mate. You ever been with a girl, Pete?

 

JAMIE

I’ve been with plenty.

 

MATT

I mean really been with girl?

 

JAMIE

Oh, um…

 

MATT

That’s okay kid. I understand. I used to know what it was like to be a virgin.

 

JAMIE

I ain’t no virgin.

 

MATT

It’s nothing to be ashamed of, Peter. It’s all part of this crazy messed up two-up game we call  life. Tell you what. If we get out of this hell hole you and me could go to one of those whorehouses down in Morocco. I hear you can get anything you want down there. The place is pretty wild. The girls down there are supposed to be spectacular. Anything goes. That’s what they tell me.

 

JAMIE

Sounds great.

 

MATT

And UH…if girls ain’t your style, well…they got plenty of other diversions as well.

 

JAMIE

I like girls!

 

MATT

I’m sure you do. I like girls as well. [GRIMACES] I was just saying.

 

JAMIE

[LONG PAUSE] Diversions?

 

MATT

Sure. Anything you want. [STANDING UP] I’m a liver of life, Pete. Why limit yourself to one dish when the world is a smorgasbord? Go crazy at the banquet. That’s another one of my mottos.

 

JAMIE

You really think we could get down to Morocco?

 

MATT

Why not? It’s 1916.

 

JAMIE

15.

 

MATT

1915. This war ain’t gonna last much longer. You and me, we’ll do some real wild tom-catting.

 

JAMIE

I can’t wait.

 

MATT

That’s if we ever get out of this trench. Damn this war! [HE LEERS AT JAMIE] But as least we’ve both had that…special experience. I mean, if we die at least we’ve known what it was like to die like men…having done all the things men do. Be a terrible shame to die for all this when you’ve never experienced love.

 

JAMIE

[STANDING UP AND LOOKING AWAY] I have a confession Tom.

 

MATT

You do.

 

JAMIE

I’ve never experienced…love.

 

MATT

That’s okay. At least you’re not a virgin. That would be a terrible shame.

 

JAMIE

I am a virgin, Tom. I lied. I’ve never been with a woman.

 

MATT

I’m sorry Peter. I mean I am really sorry.

 

JAMIE

I’ve never had sex with anyone!

 

MATT

You poor kid!

 

JAMIE

I might be dead tomorrow!

 

MATT

Peter, calm down. Don’t go getting yourself upset.

 

JAMIE

I don’t wanna die a virgin! I don’t want to die like that!

 

HOLDING HIM.

 

MATT

Hey now. Hey now. That’s okay. I won’t let anything happen to you.

 

JAMIE

You won’t?

 

MATT

No, of course not. You and me are buddies, right?

 

HE POUNDS AGAINST JAMIE’S CHEST.

 

JAMIE

Ow! I mean...I guess.

 

MATT

And buddies take care of each other, yeah?

 

JAMIE

Yeah.

 

MATT

Then wipe away those tears. I’m gonna take care of you. You won’t die a virgin.

 

JAMIE

[REALLY HAMMY] But how Tom? How? There ain’t no women for miles and we can’t just order them in.

 

MATT

I promise you will not die a virgin. Do you trust me?

 

JAMIE

Of course I do Sarge. I mean, Tom.

 

HE HOLDS JAMIE’S FACE IN HIS HANDS THEN STARTS RUBBING HIS HANDS THROUGH HIS HAIR AND VIOLENTLY ACROSS HIS NIPPLES

 

MATT

I promise you that even if we die like dogs in a ditch tomorrow at least you’re gonna go out with one great memory.

 

JAMIE

How are we gonna do that?

 

MATT

I can think of a few ways for starters.

 

THEY LOOK DEEPLY INTO EACH OTHERS EYES FOR A MOMENT THEN JAMIE DROPS ONTO HIS BACK WITH HIS LEGS APART AS MATT FALLS AND STARTS POUNDING INTO HIM. MUSIC: ‘A LONG WAY TO TIPPERARY’ CAN BE HEARD LOUD.

 

JAMIE

Shove your big fat cock up me, Sarge. That’s what I want. Oh yeah.

 

MATT

Take it you little virgin bitch!  Damn  this war!

 

JAMIE GIVES HIM THE THUMBS UP AS THE LIGHTS FADE QUICKLY.

 

LIGHTS COME UP THEM SITTING AT THEIR DESKS AS IF THEY HAVE JUST ORGASMED. AFTER A LONG PAUSE….

 

MATT

You know, I think you’re getting good at this.

 

JAMIE

Thanks. That was fun. Though I am starting to wonder how I always get to be on the receiving end.

 

MATT

Don’t worry. We’ll mix and match it up a bit next time.

 

JAMIE

There’s going to be a next time?

 

MATT

Of course. If you want it, that is.

 

JAMIE

Yeah. Of course. [PAUSE] I was just wondering…

 

MATT

What?

 

JAMIE

Well. Maybe we could meet up. You know. In person.

 

MATT

Oh.

 

JAMIE

I mean, only if you want to. I don’t want to rush you.

 

MATT

No, it’s not that. I’m just thinking, we’re having a good time doing this, aren’t we?

 

JAMIE

What? No...of course we are.

 

MATT

So there’s no rush, is there?

 

JAMIE

I guess not.

 

MATT

Unless you think there’s a need to rush. Unless you’re not enjoying it.

 

JAMIE

What?! No. I love it. You’re right. Let’s not rush this.

 

MATT

Okay. So I’ll say goodnight?

 

JAMIE

Yeah, sure.

 

MATT

And talk to you same time next week?

 

JAMIE

Of course.

 

MATT

Goodnight Butt Boy.

 

JAMIE

Good night Tigger.

 

LIGHTS FADE TO BLACKOUT

 

 

LIGHTS CHANGE TO INDICATE PASSAGE OF TIME WITH THE BOYS IN SILHOUETTE AGAIN.

 

 

Scene Three

 

 

MATT SITS ON THE GROUND CENTRE STAGE. JAMIE STANDS AT HIS DESK TYPING FOR A MOMENT

 

JAMIE

It’s the English countryside. A few hundred years ago.

 

MATT

Right.

 

JAMIE MOVES DOWNSTAGE

 

JAMIE

The English lord and Master of a grand estate is in the stable standing over one of the stable boys that he has just beaten for some minor transgression. The Master stands majestically over the lad in his britches and white cotton shirt. His well defined hairy chest…

 

MATT

Hairy chest again?

 

JAMIE

That’s me.

 

MATT

Good.

 

JAMIE

His hairy chest rising and falling with exhaustion. The sweat beads above the tufts of hair exposed below his collar. Sweat runs down his face as well.

 

MATT

The young stable hand sits on the ground at his feet. His cheap cotton peasant smock is saturated as well. His collar-length, golden blonde locks stick sweat-soaked across his face. He wipes them away to reveal a small tear from his eye. And yet there is a swelling is his britches which he cannot explain. The Master looks at him.

 

JAMIE

[VERY UPPER CLASS BRITISH] You have been in my service how many years?

 

MATT

[CORNISH ACCENT] Two, sir.

 

JAMIE

And yet I have barely spoken to you in that time?

 

MATT

You have many duties sir. You can’t be bothering with a wretched stable hand.

 

JAMIE

I cannot have spoken more than fifty words to you since you came here.

 

MATT

No sir. Mr Green. He gives me my orders. You have no need.

 

JAMIE

It is a shame.

 

MATT

Shame sir?

 

JAMIE

Yes. And for that and what I did earlier you must forgive me. I acted harshly.

 

MATT

No sir. Not at all. T’was your right to take me to task for killing all those sheep.

 

JAMIE

I do not understand it.

 

MATT

I don’t like sheep.

 

JAMIE

Well, that’s fair enough. I cannot abide them myself. But going at all forty of them with a mallet for a simple dislike seems a tad…over zealous?

 

MATT

I am truly sorry.

 

JAMIE

A simple error of judgement. And I…over-reacted. I am sorry. Please say you will forgive me.

 

MATT

Tis not my part to judge you, good sir. You are a fine and fair man. I see that in your eyes. Kind and giving. Even when you are given cause to whip me I think “what a fine gentleman. He cares about his servants so much that he would use such means to correct their behaviour.” A lesser man would not bother and quickly terminate our services. I respect you, sir.

 

JAMIE

You respect me?

 

MATT

I surely do, sir. You have been very good to me.

 

JAMIE

Even when I beat you?

 

MATT

I don’t much mind that, sir. Not from the likes of you. Even as you raise your arm, in my mind I sing your praises.

 

JAMIE

Really? You like me beating you?

 

MATT

I’ve had worse.

 

JAMIE

Worse than beating?

 

MATT

[GETTING UP] I don’t like to speak ill of previous masters but there was one, sir, who used to brand me when I was wicked or doleful.

 

JAMIE

Brand you?

 

MATT

Aye, sir.

 

JAMIE

You, wicked and doleful? I find that hard to imagine.

 

MATT

To be completely honest, sir, I did give him cause at times.

 

JAMIE

Still, he sounds a rogue and a snape. And where did this branding take place?

 

MATT

In his stables.

 

JAMIE

I meant, where on your person did he commit this punishment?

 

MATT

Oh. In a rather delicate place. A part of my body I should not mention for fear of insulting your Christian sensibilities.

 

JAMIE

I do not shock easily. You must show me.

 

MATT

Show you sir?

 

JAMIE

That is correct. I would not have you think of me so easily offended with the more squalid forms of punishment. Come. Show me this mark.

 

MATT

I meant you no disrespect. Of course I will show you.

 

HE PULLS DOWN HIS BRITCHES. THE MASTER GASPS AT HIS CROTCH.

 

JAMIE

I see it!

 

MATT

What? No, not that sir. It’s here.

 

HE TURNS AROUND AND SHOWS HIM HIS ARSE.

 

[YELLING BETWEEN HIS LEGS] I think you can still see some scarring.

 

JAMIE

Yes I see it. But let me look a little closer to investigate the damage that scoundrel has caused you.

 

MATT

If you like.

 

JAMIE

How could he deface you like this?

 

MATT

It’s not so bad.

 

JAMIE

Bah! It is the lowest of villains that would so painfully disfigure the natural beauty of an innocent.

 

MATT

It wasn’t that bad.

 

JAMIE

Let me see once more so that I might ponder this horror. Oh my. Such an outrage.

 

MATT

If you will excuse me, I think it might not be right to be so openly exposed in this predicament for fear your good wife might pass by, as she is want to do many a early summer evening, and to come across such as image as this and myself so publicly compromised and undone.

 

JAMIE

What?

 

MATT

Shut the door.

 

JAMIE

Oh, of course.

 

HE MIMES CLOSING THE BARN DOOR. WHEN HE TURNS BACK MATT IS DRESSED AGAIN.

 

There now. [HE EYES HIM LUSTILY] Tell me….Hodge, is it?

 

MATT

Hodge. Yes sir. That is correct.

 

JAMIE

Tell me Hodge. Do you like sleeping in the stable?

 

MATT

I do sir. More than any bed. I feel closer to the animals.

 

JAMIE

Apart from the sheep, of course.

 

MATT

Apart from them. Evil bastards. Always watching you with their beady little eyes.

 

JAMIE

I cannot help but think that you would find more comfort in a large bed. The pillows strewn about you willy-nilly. A place to rest your weary head after a long hard day agitating the animals. I have an inkling that you have not lain your body across a mattress filled with goose feather.

 

MATT

No sir. I have not.

 

JAMIE

Would you like to?

 

MATT

And where should I do that?

 

JAMIE

Why, in my room of course. I have a…big one in there.

 

MATT

You would let me lie in your bed, sir?

 

JAMIE

I would have you in my bed, yes.

 

MATT

Oh sir.

 

JAMIE

And other places as well.

 

MATT

Why go all the way up to your room, if you don’t mind me saying so, when we could be just as comfy down here?

 

JAMIE

You dare to deny me this simply request?!

 

MATT

Would that earn me a thrashing?

 

JAMIE

Indeed it would.

 

MATT

Then I must deny you sir!

 

JAMIE

Ah, so you do like a good thrashing, do you?

 

MATT

Oh yes sir.

 

JAMIE

I had read a brochure from the continent that spoke of men who are aroused by such conduct. Are you one of those, stable boy?

 

MATT

I humbly admit that, sir. But please promise you will not reveal this deviance to others. I shall die of shame.

 

JAMIE

Your secret shame shall not trumpeted about, have no fear. Now where is that whip?

 

MATT

I am afraid Mr Green has taken it to be cleaned, sir. There was a substantial build up of crust on it from I-know-not-where and he wanted it cleaned in case you called for it. I can run and get it sir if you feel the need to use it again.

 

JAMIE

No, no. We can make do.

 

MATT

And with what did you have in mind?

 

JAMIE

Why, my hand of course. It is a manly hand, is it not?

 

MATT

My, yes sir. You have a very manly man’s hand. Coarse and rough. I am sure it has given much discipline in its time and could give damage if necessary.

 

JAMIE

Is that what you need Hodge? Discipline?

 

MATT

Oh yes sir. All you’ve got would be a nice little diversion for me.

 

JAMIE

And where should I discipline you?

 

MATT

How about right across my branded arse? Would that please your lordship?

 

JAMIE

We shall see.

 

MATT

And where would you have me?

 

JAMIE

Right here shall be fine but I think under me would be a good start.

 

MATT

Very well sir. Like this?

 

HE GETS DOWN ON ALL FOURS.

 

JAMIE

Yes, most excellent. And I shall kneel beside you like this.

 

MATT

Very good sir. Now hit me.

 

JAMIE

Very well.

 

JAMIE GIVES HIM A SOLID SMACK TO HIS ARSE. MATT MOANS.

 

MATT

Oh sir. Thank you for that. May I have another?

 

HE SMACKS HIM AGAIN.

 

Ooh, yeah. That’s done the trick. Now keep doing it until I tell you to stop,

 

JAMIE

Very well.

 

HE STARTS HITTING HIM AGAINST HIS ARSE. MATT CONTINUES TO LET OUT GROANS.

 

MATT

Right. Now sit on top of me and take me to task for something.

 

JAMIE SITS ON MATT’S BACK AND STARTS HITTING HIS ARSE

 

JAMIE

How dare you leave this stable in such a condition! I should find that whip and lash you solidly to within an inch of your life!

 

JAMIE STARTS THRASHING HIM.

 

MATT

Yes!

 

JAMIE

And as for all those sheep!

 

MATT

Those fuckers! Right, now bang me right between the arse cheeks! Give it to me solid, you rich cunt!

 

JAMIE CLASPS HIS HANDS TOGETHER AND HITS HIM SQUARE BETWEEN THE LEGS. MATT COLLAPSES.

 

MATT

Thank You sir.

 

JAMIE

[GETTING UP] Any time, you young scoundrel. Let that be a lesson to you. And now…

 

MATT

Yes sir?

 

JAMIE

And now young Hodge I shall let you have your wanton way with me.

 

MATT

Oh good sir.

 

JAMIE

Tell me. Is there anything you would like to do to me?

 

MATT

I should like to mount you from behind, sir, if it’s not too much to ask.

 

JAMIE

Not at all. Like most Englishmen I do love to be fucked stupid. [HE BENDS OVER IN FRONT OF JAMIE] So climb on board and give me all your juicy seed, you greatly-hung stable boy!

 

MATT GETS BEHIND HIM AND SPITS ON HIS HAND.

 

No, no. Use straw. I like it rough.

 

MATT

As you wish.

 

HE STARTS TO POUND INTO HIM

 

JAMIE

Oh ye Gods that is wonderful! Do me! Do me harder, stable boy! You dirty fucker, do me!

 

MATT

Ooh so you like a bit of the gutter talk do you? Very well. Take this you pig!

 

HE SLAMS HARD INTO HIM

 

JAMIE

Oh yes!! 

 

MATT

You’re loving every inch of my massive member.

 

JAMIE

Oh yes! Roger me rigid. I am a whore! I am your whore!

 

MATT

Make a sound.

 

JAMIE

I am making a sound.

 

MATT

No. Not like that. Come on. Make a sound like an animal.

 

JAMIE

Very well.

 

HE STARTS HOWLING LIKE A WOLF

 

MATT

Good. Good. Now, do it like a sheep.

 

JAMIE

A sheep?

 

MATT

Yeah. You love it. Come on, my little fluffy one. Be my sheep.

 

JAMIE

Bah.

 

MATT

Louder!

 

JAMIE

Bah. Baaahhhhh!!!

 

MATT

That’s right Barry, Bah, you great fluffy fucker!

 

JAMIE

Barry?

 

MATT

That’s what I call all my sheep.

 

JAMIE

Baah! Baah!!

 

MUSIC STARTS TO BUILD UP

 

MATT

That’s right me lovely. Make all the noise you can as I shove my fat throbbing cock right into your woolly arse. Bleat like a bastard! And after I’ve shot my load right up your merino minge how about I smash a mallet right across your fat head!!??

 

JAMIE

Oh, bah, bah, bah!!!

 

BLACKOUT FOR A FEW MOMENTS. THEN LIGHTS UP ON THEIR DESKS. JAMIE IS FACING THE WRONG WAY AND MATT IS HALF ACROSS HIS DESK. AFTER A LONG PAUSE AGAIN.

 

JAMIE

I noticed I still end up on the receiving end.

 

MATT

Sorry about that.

 

JAMIE

Are you going to go to bed now?

 

MATT

Yeah, I’m pretty knackered.

 

JAMIE

Oh.

 

MATT

What?

 

JAMIE

I don’t know. I just thought maybe we could talk some more.

 

MATT

I thought we’d done enough talking.

 

JAMIE

But that was sex.

 

MATT

I am really tired.

 

JAMIE

Okay.

 

MATT

Next time?

 

JAMIE

If you like. [PAUSE] I…

 

MATT

What?

 

JAMIE

I…really like you.

 

MATT

Okay. [PAUSE] Goodnight.

 

JAMIE

[AFTER A LONG PAUSE] Goodnight, Tigger.

 

 

BLACKOUT

 

 

LIGHTS FADE TO TIME PASSING AGAIN.

 

Scene Four

 

 

MATT

Okay, you be the marine and I’ll be the guard.

 

JAMIE

I know where that’s going to end. I don’t want to do that. You always take over the fantasy and I end up getting fucked.

 

MATT

I thought you liked that.

 

JAMIE

Getting fucked? Not really. Doesn’t interest me that much.

 

MATT

You’re only 24. You can’t tell me you’ve made a decision already whether you’re a top or a bottom. You need to train those muscles.

 

JAMIE

All I know is, in all these fantasies I’m copping it one way or another.

 

MATT

But it’s all imaginary anyway. It’s not real.

 

JAMIE

You’re too bossy.

 

MATT

What?

 

JAMIE

I said you’re too bossy.

 

MATT

I’m not bossy. I just know what I want.

 

JAMIE

What about what I want?

 

MATT

Okay, I’m sorry. Then what do you want to do?

 

JAMIE

I want to be a top.

 

MATT

Then you have to be more assertive in your role. Although I did meet a dominant bottom once. Pushy little American fucker. It was like an aerobics class without the leotards. “Do me! Do me!”. In the end I wanted to do him with an axe just to shut him up. Had an arse like a pack of leeches.

 

JAMIE

Nice.

 

MATT

So start.

 

JAMIE

Alright. So it’s the brig of a big American ship late at night somewhere out in the ocean. The sailor is behind bars for disobeying an order.

 

MATT

What’s he wearing?

 

JAMIE

It’s hot with steam all over the place ‘cause it’s way down in the bottom of the ship so he just has his white sailor’s trousers on and black boots.

 

MATT

I like black boots. We could lick them later.

 

JAMIE

Shut up. He’s very tanned. And with blonde, tight close-cropped hair with a flat top.

 

MATT

Sounds really hot.

 

JAMIE

He is. I mean you are.

 

MATT

Okay. And you’re the guard. All dark looks and emotions and not well liked by anyone. You hate this sailor for keeping you from what you want to do right now.

 

JAMIE

What’s that?

 

MATT

Jack off in some storeroom over a hot mag you smuggled on board, filled with big-cocked recruits holding their big uncut cocks and shaved balls.

 

JAMIE

My cock is already getting hard just thinking about that mag. The corridor behind me is dark and I’m almost ready to knock off soon anyway but I keep looking over at you. You’re slumped on your bunk against the wall. You’re smoking and wiping the sweat running down your hairless chest. You’re looking at me real surly like. I watch your hand run down your belly…

 

MATT

Until it reaches just above my waist band and I look up at you looking at me. You look really hot if a little pissed. You keep sneering at me but I don’t care. All I keep thinking about is what it would be like to walk over to the cell bars and peel open the front of your sailor pants, and reach in and pull out that big fat fleshy cock, whose outline I am starting to make out more and more.  You look at me looking at your crotch and for the first time in 7 hours that sneer melts into a dirty smile. You turn and stand against the bars of the cell with the bulge from your pants pushing through between the bars.

 

JAMIE

I imagine you without your clothes on. I imagine us lying on a bed somewhere. On a bed somewhere kissing. I imagine us…

 

HE STOPS.

 

MATT

What’s the matter?

 

JAMIE

Do you mind if we stop?

 

MATT

What?

 

JAMIE

Stop. I don’t want to do this now.

 

THEY RUSH BACK TO THEIR DESKS. THE SOUND OF RAIN CAN BE HEARD.

 

MATT

But we’re right in the middle of it.

 

JAMIE

I’m sorry.

 

MATT

No. Don’t be. What did you want to do?

 

JAMIE

I don’t know. Just talk.

 

MATT

I would’ve thought talking was the one thing we do far too often. Is everything okay?

 

JAMIE

Yeah, sure.

 

MATT

Alright. As long as you’re sure.

 

JAMIE

It’s raining outside.

 

MATT

Yes. I know. It’s nice.

 

JAMIE

I don’t like the rain.

 

MATT

Really?

 

JAMIE

No. I’m making that up. Of course! I hate it when someone says something and the other person responds with ‘really?” “Guess what? My dog died last night.” “Really?” “ No. I just said that to make conversation!” It’s so fucking annoying.

 

MATT

Oh.

 

JAMIE

I’m sorry.

 

MATT

No. That’s okay. We’re allowed to be pissed off from time to time. Any reason I should know about?

 

JAMIE

My heart’s not in it.

 

MATT

I don’t care about your heart. It’s your hot cock I’m thinking about.

 

JAMIE

I think I’m just tired.

 

MATT

Nothing on your mind?

 

JAMIE

No. Not really. Just ignore me.

 

MATT

If you say so.

 

JAMIE

It’s just…

 

MATT

Here we go.

 

JAMIE

It’s just…Why don’t you ever talk about yourself?

 

MATT

What?

 

JAMIE

You never talk about yourself. 

 

MATT

This is coming out of left field. I talk about myself all the time.

 

JAMIE

That’s just play. You don’t give anything away.

 

MATT

I wasn’t aware I had to.

 

JAMIE

Forget it.

 

MATT

No, no.

 

JAMIE

It’s just…I can’t keep doing this.

 

MATT

What?

 

JAMIE

Playing these games. Talking like this.

 

MATT

Isn’t this enough for you?

 

JAMIE

No. I want to hear your voice.

 

MATT

Why?

 

JAMIE

Because I need to hear it. I need to know you’re real.

 

MATT

Of course I’m real. Who do you think you’ve been typing to all these weeks?

 

JAMIE

But how do I know that?

 

MATT

How do you know what?

 

JAMIE

You are what you say you are. You could be a middle aged housewife for all I know.

 

MATT

And you could’ve asked me that the first time we talked online. I’m afraid you’re going to have to trust me.

 

JAMIE

Why don’t you want to meet me? You were keen at the start.

 

MATT

I don’t know.

 

JAMIE

You always make excuses. “Later. We’ll meet later.”

 

MATT

And we will. Why is it so important all of a sudden?

 

JAMIE

How long have we been doing this?

 

MATT

I’m not sure. 2 months.

 

JAMIE

Then it’s hardly all of a sudden, is it?

 

MATT

I thought we had a good thing happening here.

 

JAMIE

But it’s all just about sex.

 

MATT

I don’t see the problem. Isn’t that why we hooked up in the first place? You want to change the rules?

 

JAMIE

I just want to feel someone’s arms around me for a change. I want to go to sleep in someone’s arms and wake up with them the next morning.

 

MATT

In spite of some of the crazy and downright outrageous things we’ve done I had no idea you were such a romantic.

 

JAMIE

That’s not being a romantic. That’s nine parts wishful thinking. To tell you the truth I’m not really as over the top in real life.

 

MATT

I should hope not.

 

JAMIE

I really should have been more honest with you at the start.

 

MATT

You don’t have to be too honest with me. I won’t disrespect you. I’ve always thought honesty was a bit overrated anyway. [PAUSE] Just out of curiosity…what weren’t you being honest about?

 

JAMIE

About me being…you know…

 

MATT

Shit. You’re not gay? I knew it!

 

JAMIE

No, no. I am gay.

 

MATT

Good to hear it. And don’t think I didn’t noticed how you admitted that a little easier now.

 

JAMIE

No it was about…um…

 

MATT

Come on. Spit it out.

 

JAMIE

About being a virgin

 

MATT

What about it?

 

JAMIE

I am.

 

MATT

What?

 

JAMIE

A virgin. I lied before. I wouldn’t know the first thing about having sex. I’ve never been with anyone.

 

MATT

But you told me…

 

JAMIE

I know what I told you.

 

MATT

And those three other guys?

 

JAMIE

I just made them up. I didn’t want you to think I was a complete washout. Some stupid fucking kid getting his jollies off on his mum’s broadband.

 

MATT

I wouldn’t have thought that.

 

JAMIE

That’s easy to say now. Are you disappointed? About me being a virgin?

 

MATT

No, of course not. But what would’ve happened if we did meet that first night?

 

JAMIE

I would have faked it somehow.

 

MATT

No matter how good you think you are there’s no-one I know that can convincingly fake being a virgin.

 

JAMIE

Or I would’ve made some lame excuse and gotten out of it.

 

MATT

Like a broken down car?

 

JAMIE

Like a broken down car. But then we started talking and we started playing out those fantasies and I got, I don’t know, swept away with it all.

 

MATT

I see.

 

JAMIE

You’re pissed off now, aren’t you?

 

MATT

No. A little surprised. I mean, for a virgin you played out those scenes really well.

 

JAMIE

Did I?

 

MATT

Like a pro.

 

JAMIE

I was always good at composition in high school.

 

MATT

Bet you had the teachers worried with your stories.

 

JAMIE

Yes but no-one ever sucked dick in them. As far as I can remember, anyway.

 

MATT

Good to hear.

 

JAMIE

Can we meet?

 

MATT

I…I’m not sure.

 

JAMIE

Why are you so scared?

 

MATT

I’m not scared.

 

JAMIE

Then meet me.

 

MATT

I just…

 

JAMIE

What?

 

MATT

I just don’t want to ruin all this. We have a great thing going.

 

JAMIE

But it’s all fantasy.

 

MATT

It’s still better than anything I’ve had before.

 

JAMIE

But it’s not enough. Not for me, anyway.

 

MATT

How do you know? You’ve had nothing to compare it with. You’ve never been with anyone.

 

JAMIE

I want to be with you.

 

MATT

You’re with me now.

 

JAMIE

It’s not the same. I want to feel what your skin is like. I want to kiss you. I want to smell you. I want to hold you. I want you to hold me.

 

MATT

You don’t know anything about me. You don’t even know my real name.

 

JAMIE

What is your real name?

 

MATT

It’s Matt.

 

JAMIE

Matt?

 

MATT

See? Straight away you’re disappointed. And that’s just with my name. God knows what you’ll think when you actually see my cock.

 

JAMIE

You mean it’s not eight inches?

 

MATT

I never lie about statistics.

 

JAMIE

I’ve seen your cock. I’ve seen it, sucked it, done everything I could with it.

 

MATT

Can’t be easy being a virgin slut.

 

JAMIE

You sure don’t sound like a Matt.

 

MATT

And what should a Matt sound like?

 

JAMIE

I don’t know.

 

MATT

Exactly.

 

JAMIE

My name’s Jamie.

 

MATT

You’re ruining the story again with too much detail. I don’t need to know that.

 

JAMIE

But this isn’t a story.

 

MATT

But it is. What you and I have is just another story. It’s just another role we’re playing. It’s just a whole lot less exotic. What we do? All those fantasies? They’re endless. We can go anywhere. Do anything. Be whoever we want to be.

 

JAMIE

But they’re not real.

 

MATT

That’s because real life can be such a fucking disappointment! Trust me.

 

JAMIE

I want us to be together.

 

MATT

And what happens if we don’t hit it off? What happens then?

 

JAMIE

I don’t know. But at least I’ll know I tried.

 

MATT

But you don’t know me.

 

JAMIE

I know all I need to know. I know I love you.

 

MATT

What?

 

JAMIE

I said… I love you.

 

MATT

What are you talking about? How can you say you love me? You’ve never even met me. You’re confusing love with lust. You can’t be in love with someone you haven’t even laid eyes on and after only a few months. That’s just ridiculous.

 

JAMIE

It’s not.

 

MATT

People are too quick at using that word. Usually it’s just some panacea for something that’s way more fucked. It’s a quick fix to cover the cracks.

 

JAMIE

Is that really the way you think?

 

MATT

Of course it is! I don’t say these things just to hear the sound of my own voice. You can’t be in love with me!

 

JAMIE

I can if I want to be.

 

MATT

Okay. You can be. But you’re wrong. How can you be in love with someone when you’ve never even had sex?

 

JAMIE

They’re two different things.

 

MATT

But how do you know?!

 

JAMIE

I just do.

 

MATT

[SARCASTIC] Well, you’re so much more experienced than me so I’ll just have to take your word for it

 

JAMIE

You talk all this big talk about having lots of boyfriends. But you never say if you loved them or they loved you. In fact I don’t think I’ve even heard you use that word. Maybe you made all these boyfriends up as well.

 

MATT

I didn’t.

 

JAMIE

Then I guess I just have to take your word for it as well?

 

MATT

Yes, you do.

 

JAMIE

Meet me.

 

MATT

Not yet.

 

JAMIE

Then when?

 

MATT

Why is it that important?

 

JAMIE

Because I need more.

 

MATT

And you base this on what?

 

JAMIE

I don’t know. All I know is I want to see you. I want to hold you. I want to smell you. I want you to call me by my name.

 

MATT

We’ve got a great thing going here. But you want to mess with it. You’re asking way too much from me.

 

JAMIE

How can wanting to be with someone be asking too much?

 

MATT

It is asking too much if that person doesn’t want to be with you!

 

JAMIE

Oh.

 

MATT

That didn’t come out the way I meant.

 

JAMIE

No. That’s okay. I’m sure you know what you meant. You’re right. I’m just being stupid. You know better.

 

MATT

I don’t think you’re stupid. I feel terrible. I wasn’t expecting tonight to go like this. Jamie?

 

JAMIE

I have to go.

 

MATT

I’ll talk to you next week?

 

LIGHTS FADE OUT ON JAMIE.

 

Shit.

 

BLACKOUT.

 

 

Scene Five

 

LIGHTS COME UP ON MATT PACING AROUND THE PLAYING AREA. HE LOOKS AT HIS COMPUTER OCCASSIONALLY. HE PACES SOME MORE THEN SITS AT HIS DESK HOPING FOR A MESSAGE FROM JAMIE. THERE IS NONE. THE LIGHTS FADE

 

 

Scene Six

 

LIGHTS COME BACK UP ON MATT LOOKING AT HIS COMPUTER. HE GETS UP AND WALKS AWAY FROM HIS DESK. THE LIGHT COMES UP ON JAMIE. HE SITS WATCHING HIS COMPUTER. MATT LOOKS TOWARDS JAMIE.JAMIE HITS A KEY. MATT’S COMPUTER DINGS. MATT RUSHES BACK TO THE COMPUTER AND SITS AT HIS DESK.

 

MATT

Hi.

 

JAMIE

Hi.

 

MATT

It’s been a while.

 

JAMIE

I guess it has.

 

PAUSE

 

MATT

Do you want to talk?

 

JAMIE

I don’t want to play.

 

MATT

Of course.

 

JAMIE

I’m sorry I scared you.

 

MATT

With what?

 

JAMIE

Telling you I loved you.

 

MATT

That’s alright. I’m sorry I argued with you last time. You have a right to feel they way you want. You may not believe it but I missed you.

 

JAMIE SAYS NOTHING

 

Jamie?

 

JAMIE

I’m here. I have to go.

 

MATT

Already?

 

JAMIE

I have to get up early.

 

MATT

Of course.

 

JAMIE

If you want…

 

MATT

Yes?

 

JAMIE

I’ll be at the Flinders Street Station every Friday for the next 3 weeks

 

MATT

Flinders Street Station?

 

JAMIE

Between 6pm and 6.15. I’ll wait on the steps. If you want to see me.

 

MATT

I don’t know if I can.

 

JAMIE

That’s alright. Just letting you know.

 

MATT

Jamie?

 

JAMIE

Bye.

 

THE LIGHTS FADE ON JAMIE. MATT LOOKS AT THE COMPUTER THEN SWITCHES IT OFF. THE LIGHTS FADE ON MATT.

 

 

BLACKOUT

 

 

Scene Seven

 

LIGHTS COME UP ON JAMIE STANDING IN THE PLAYING AREA, THE SOUND OF A BUSY STATION. MATT IS NOT ON THE STAGE. JAMIE LOOKS AT HIS WATCH. HE LOOKS AROUND. THE LIGHTS FADE.

 

THE LIGHTS COME UP AGAIN. JAMIE HAS CHANGED POSITION. HE LOOKS TOWARDS JAMIE’S DESK. THE LIGHTS FADE AGAIN

 

 

Scene Eight

 

JAMIE STANDS WAITING. HE LOOKS AT HIS WATCH FOR A MOMENT. HE IS JUST ABOUT TO LEAVE WHEN THE MATT ENTERS. THEY LOOK AT EACH, LOOK AWAY. JAMIE STARTS TO WALK AWAY

 

 

MATT

Jamie?

 

JAMIE

Matt? I never thought you’d show up.

 

MATT

Neither did I. I can’t stay long.

 

JAMIE

Oh?

 

MATT

Yeah. I’ve got to be somewhere. This is just on the way. To where I have to be, that is.

 

JAMIE

I see..

 

MATT

I…just thought I’d stop here on the off chance you were going to be here. Lots of people here.

 

JAMIE

It’s Friday 6pm. A lot of workers going home. Do you want to go and have a drink?

 

MATT

I can’t. Like I said. I’ve got…

 

JAMIE

Got to be somewhere. Of course.

 

MATT

I just wanted to say I’m sorry.

 

JAMIE

For what?

 

MATT

For leading you on.

 

JAMIE

You think that’s what you did?

 

MATT

Didn’t I?

 

JAMIE

No.

 

MATT

Okay.

 

JAMIE

It was just a game.

 

MATT

What?

 

JAMIE

A game.

 

MATT

Really?

 

JAMIE

Of course. What you and me did together, that was all games. Fantasy, like you said. I mean, those things we did? The coach and the soccer player…the war thing…all of it? All just games.  

 

MATT

And about you being a virgin?

 

JAMIE

Complete rubbish. I’ve been with plenty of people.

 

MATT

Okay.

 

JAMIE

Had you fooled, huh?

 

MATT

You sure did.

 

JAMIE

I guess I was better playing it than you thought.

 

MATT

You really had me fooled. And when you said you loved me?

 

JAMIE

Love you? How could I love you? Before today we’d never met. We’ve only known each other down a broadband connection and only then for a few months. That would be stupid. I didn’t even know the sound of your voice until now.

 

MATT

Right.

 

JAMIE

So you don’t have to worry.

 

MATT

I don’t? I mean, I wasn’t worried.

 

JAMIE

I wasn’t pining for you or anything.

 

MATT

Good.

 

JAMIE

It was good.

 

MATT

It was?

 

JAMIE

Sure. But that’s not who we really are, is it? And all fantasies have to end, don’t they? You can’t live your lives playing them, can you?

 

MATT

No, of course.

 

JAMIE

You have to get real eventually.

 

MATT

Eventually yes.

 

JAMIE

So…that’s what I wanted to tell you.

 

MATT

You waited every Friday night for 3 weeks To tell me that?

 

JAMIE

Well, it was on the way home anyway, but yeah. I thought it would be better to tell you to your face instead of on the net. And I never waited very long.

 

MATT

What? Oh. Well, I’m glad you cleared that up for me.

 

JAMIE

Anyway.

 

MATT

Anyway?

 

JAMIE

I really have to be going.

 

MATT

Of course.

 

JAMIE

It’s really been fun.

 

MATT

It sure has.

 

JAMIE

Goodbye.

 

THEY SHAKE HANDS. THEY STOP FOR A MOMENT. MATT LOOKS AT JAMIE’S HAND THAT HE IS STILL HOLDING.

 

MATT

Maybe I’ll see you around?

 

JAMIE

Maybe.

 

JAMIE STARTS TO WALK AWAY

 

MATT

Two people meet.

 

JAMIE STOPS.

 

JAMIE

What?

 

MATT

I said two people meet.

 

JAMIE

Okay.

 

MATT

They’ve never seen each other before. But when they do meet, purely by chance, they get the feeling they vaguely know each other from somewhere. A dream or something. One of them is young, impulsive and probably a little naïve in thinking love will be easy. The other is a fool because when the chance for love comes up, he turns and runs. He’s afraid of feeling something real for once in his life. He doesn’t let people get too close in case they see there’s not much to him except a quick joke and a laugh and they’ll think him shallow and boring.

 

JAMIE

They both sound a little pathetic.

 

MATT

They are.

 

JAMIE

What do they look like?

 

MATT

One is young, thin. A bit regular. Nothing distinguishing about him…but he has a nice smile.

 

JAMIE

And the other…short, solid, looks like he was a naughty kid but he’s very cocky.

 

MATT

And very sure of himself.

 

JAMIE

Maybe a little too much. Where do they meet?

 

MATT

In a railway station. It’s late in the afternoon and neither have plans of any importance.

 

THE LIGHTS START TO FADE

 

JAMIE

Are they attractive?

 

MATT

To each other, yes. But they’re not striking. I mean, they shouldn’t play hard to get. Neither of them are exactly last ham sandwich in Hungry town if you know what I mean. They’re just a couple of guys, meeting for the first time by chance. They agree to go for a coffee.

 

JAMIE

And maybe dinner after?

 

MATT

Who knows? The night’s still young.

 

JAMIE

Are they hung?

 

MATT

Oh, most definitely.

 

JAMIE

They sound hot.

 

MATT

Oh, they are.

 

 

BLACKOUT

 

 

End