Thespian Motivation

I had read just enough of the script to make, what I
hoped would be, a good impression at the audition. I had
heard the play was controversial, but I didn’t care. I was in
my freshmen year of college, and received only limited
assistance from my parents. I needed a job in the worst way.

My acting experience was limited to a couple of high
school plays. I never seriously thought I would get the led
in an Of f Broadway production. At best I expected to maybe
hired as a stage hand. I was floored when I got the call
from the director telling me I got the part.

At first getting the part seemed like a dream come true,
but my dream soon became an erotic nightmare.

The play was a coming of age tale. It focused on the
trials of a young man coming to terms with his homosexuality.
The fact that my character was gay didn’t trouble me in the
least. I wasn’t gay, but I was a good enough actor to
realistically fake my way along, or so I thought.

The first day of rehearsal was a disaster. I was on the
verge of walking off the set when Kip, the boyish looking
young actor playing the part of my lover, came up to me and
put his hand on my shoulder. “Don’t quit,” he said, reading
my mind. “It’s a tough role, but you can do it. You’re
perfect for this part.”

“What do you mean, I’m perfect for the role? I’m not
gay. I don’t know shit about being gay.”

“I can see that,” said Kip. “That’s why I think it
might help if we were to do some rehearsing on our own. And
the sooner we get started the better. What are your plans
for this evening?”

I shrugged. “I really don’t have any.”

“Well you do now,” said Kip. “You’re coming home with
me and we’re going to rehearse.”

I saw Kip’s eyes wander down to my crotch. It was only
for a second, but I knew he was checking me out. I should
have known then what he had in mind, but I was so upset with
myself, I guess I wasn’t thinking straight.

Sitting opposite each other on Kip’s sofa, we read our
line. The feeling was there. The emotion was believable, but
when it came down to kissing and groping one another I
choked.

“Now, just relax,” said Kip scooting closer. “Follow my
led, and try not to tense up.” His face came closer. I
could smell his breath, it was sweet like peppermint. I
closed my eyes and felt his lips press lightly against mine.
“That’s right,” Kip whispered, putting a hand on my knee.
“It’s just you and me. There’s no one else watching. Let
yourself go.”

My heart was beating so hard and fast it made my ears
roar. His hand massaged the inside of my thigh, causing it
to tingle. “Put your arms around my neck,” said Kip,
nibbling on my lower lip. “The audience has to believe we
really want each other.”

Feeling like they were made of lead, my arms came down
heavily on Kip’s shoulders. His hand had nearly reached my
crotch. I couldn’t believe I was actually getting turned on.
I wondered what Kip was going to think when his fingers
reached my basket and he realized I had a hardon?

As Kip’s hand circled around my inner thigh his thumb
gently stroked my aching balls. I released my arms from
around his neck and pushed against his shoulders. “What’s
wrong?” He asked, backing off only slightly.

“I think we’d better stop.”

“Why?” Kip asked. “I thought it was going really
well.”

He was right. It was going well, perhaps a little too
well. In fact, if I let it go on much longer I wasn’t sure I
would be able to stop.

“You’re uptight because you have a boner, aren’t you?”
asked Kip, squeezing the throbbing bulge of aroused meat
between my legs.

“Oh shit,” I gasped, taking hold of his arm. “Don’t do
that.”

“Why not?” said Kip. “You obviously enjoy it.”

I reminded him that we were suppose to be rehearsing.
“I think we might be getting a little carried away.”

Kip unfastened the front of my jeans and stuck his hand
inside, toying with my aroused manhood. It felt good. Any
girl who had ever played with my cock had been clumsy,
shaking and squeezing my dick like it was a snake about to
bite her. Being a man, Kip’s fondling was different. He
knew exactly where, and how, to touch me. His intimate
familiarity with the male anatomy was making me hotter than
I’d ever been in my life. Moaning passionately, I laid my
head back and closed my eyes. My God, what was I doing?

Kip slid from the sofa and knelt on the floor between my
gaping knees. His hands slid beneath my t-shirt, touching
skin for the first time. Holy Christ, I was on fire. His
fingers gently pinched my erect nipples and I found myself
falling into a state of complete submission. I no longer had
any desire to stop him. My smoldering teenage lust demanded
that I experience all Kip had to offer.

“God, you’ve got a great body,” said Kip, helping me off
with my shirt. “Just look at you, so smooth and tan.” He
began tugging down my pants and jockey shorts. “I want to
see all of you. I want to see you completely naked.”