Acting 101
It was supposed to be an easy "A." A college class to round out the requirements, and little more. I had no idea where it would lead...
Each person in the class took turns acting out scenes from a script, designed to take us out of our comfort zones. The instructor had assigned myself and another boy scenes from the play, "Beautiful Thing." I had no idea what it was about, at first. When I learned that the two boys would become lovers, I felt unsure, but needed the grade. Fast forward to acting it out...
The scene had me leaned back against a wall. The other boy Tim, acted out his lines. He was more convincing than I ever would of imagined! "I can't help the feeling that I have for you." My lines, "We can't, we shouldn't." "Don't you have them to?" He moved closer to me. I felt a dizzying kind of tingle come over me. The scene called for him to move his lips close to my neck, as we continued the lines. "Yes, but we just can't." I felt his warm breath and his lips grazed my skin. I could feel myself getting aroused. I could feel myself getting a hard on, right there in class! Tim noticed, had he felt it? Our eyes met briefly. He had a slight smile on his face. I was so embarrashed, but thankfully class was ending, no one else had noticed. I picked up my things, held them in front of me and quickly started to walk to my car. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw him. That drunken tingle came over me again. I could sense that he was following me.
At my car door, I got in and he stepped closer. I felt so nervous and embarrashed. I just wanted to hide and avoid it all. Still, there was something more, just under the surface. I did not think of myself as gay, but he clearely had that affect on me. When he asked if I wanted to hang out with him sometime, I did not know what to say. I left, but it was all I could think about after. Where would it lead? His lips near my neck had made me so aroused. Where did I want it to lead? I had to admit to myself that I would like to feel his mouth on me. Getting a blowjob sounded amazing. A deeply buried desire told me that I was curious about cock, too. Maybe I wanted to give a blowjob, too.
I didn't see him again until the next acting class, yet it was all I could think about. The new or deeply hidden urges were overwhelming. It was our scenes again. I found it easier to act them out now. Maybe it wasn't even acting anymore. I let my touch linger, I let my gaze become deeper. I thought it was a way of letting him know that I was ready, that I was interested in spending time with him, without having to actually say it. It worked...
"Do you want to meet up tonight?" He didn't have to say what for or where, I simply, nervously answered, "Yes." He suggested a darkened turn out in the road, I knew it. It was kind of considered a "make out point." He was not hidding his intentions one bit. Besides, it would be dark and anonymous. It would be perefect, I thought. Hours later, my heart pounded as I drove to the spot. Was I really going through with this? I was so curious, I had become so aroused. I had to give in. The urges were just so strong.
I think my breathing stopped when my head lights showed him standing next to his car. I pulled in next to him and got out. It was like an out of body experience. It was like I was floating, in slow motion. How else to describe the moment if not, "amazing." There was some small talk, but I can't remember the words. I remember standing close, that tingle running up my spine. Before I knew it, we were kissing. It was just a blur, a whirlwind. Deep moaning kisses, two people lost in lust. I was so hard! So turned on! He ran his hand over my erection, squeezing it, rubbing it. My eyes rolled back. Girls never were so forward! Nervously, I let my hand find his cock also, as we stood. Standing there, kissing, we rubbed each other's dicks through our pants. It was simply incredible! What a turn on!
When he asked if I wanted to get in his car, I breathlessly responded, "Yes." Just a desperate blur of us pulling down our pants, touching each other, then leaning back and feeling the wet warmth of his amazing mouth. The dizzying pleasure of his wonderful, lusty mouth. My head was spinning. I could not believe how good it felt, how turned on I was. Even at that point, I was not sure that I would have the nerve to actually suck cock. When he pulled away and leaned back himself, I knew what he wanted. How could a nude man from the waist down be so alluring? Any doubt melted away. His cock, even in the dark, made my mouth salivate. Yes, seeing it, erect and temptingly beautifu,l waiting on my mouth, unleashing my urges, from my first taste, I loved gay sex.
It felt so right, it seemed so natural. I must of been good at it, soon he was moaning and rubbing the back of my head. I knew that he was about to cum. Why did girls always pull away? I seemed to be craving it. It was like I could feel his orgasm buiding on my lips and tongue. Like I could feel his cum moving through his shaft and erupting out. Warm and wonderfful, I made him cum and this was the reward. I never imagined how amazing all of this could be. Such a powerful pleasure.
Now, I leaned back once more. Really, just kind of drunk on his cum. Almost dizzy and euphoric, I just had no idea. He licked and sucked me until I was shaking. No girl had ever made me feel this way. I fed him my cum until I felt compelety spent. I had thought before that if this happened that I might want to leave immediately. As if my urges had taken over but afterwards, my other senses would gain control. It was just the opposite. We just sat there and kissed. Tasting each other's cum until we both got hard again. Pulling his lips from mine, he whispered in my ear, "Do you want to fuck?"
Each person in the class took turns acting out scenes from a script, designed to take us out of our comfort zones. The instructor had assigned myself and another boy scenes from the play, "Beautiful Thing." I had no idea what it was about, at first. When I learned that the two boys would become lovers, I felt unsure, but needed the grade. Fast forward to acting it out...
The scene had me leaned back against a wall. The other boy Tim, acted out his lines. He was more convincing than I ever would of imagined! "I can't help the feeling that I have for you." My lines, "We can't, we shouldn't." "Don't you have them to?" He moved closer to me. I felt a dizzying kind of tingle come over me. The scene called for him to move his lips close to my neck, as we continued the lines. "Yes, but we just can't." I felt his warm breath and his lips grazed my skin. I could feel myself getting aroused. I could feel myself getting a hard on, right there in class! Tim noticed, had he felt it? Our eyes met briefly. He had a slight smile on his face. I was so embarrashed, but thankfully class was ending, no one else had noticed. I picked up my things, held them in front of me and quickly started to walk to my car. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw him. That drunken tingle came over me again. I could sense that he was following me.
At my car door, I got in and he stepped closer. I felt so nervous and embarrashed. I just wanted to hide and avoid it all. Still, there was something more, just under the surface. I did not think of myself as gay, but he clearely had that affect on me. When he asked if I wanted to hang out with him sometime, I did not know what to say. I left, but it was all I could think about after. Where would it lead? His lips near my neck had made me so aroused. Where did I want it to lead? I had to admit to myself that I would like to feel his mouth on me. Getting a blowjob sounded amazing. A deeply buried desire told me that I was curious about cock, too. Maybe I wanted to give a blowjob, too.
I didn't see him again until the next acting class, yet it was all I could think about. The new or deeply hidden urges were overwhelming. It was our scenes again. I found it easier to act them out now. Maybe it wasn't even acting anymore. I let my touch linger, I let my gaze become deeper. I thought it was a way of letting him know that I was ready, that I was interested in spending time with him, without having to actually say it. It worked...
"Do you want to meet up tonight?" He didn't have to say what for or where, I simply, nervously answered, "Yes." He suggested a darkened turn out in the road, I knew it. It was kind of considered a "make out point." He was not hidding his intentions one bit. Besides, it would be dark and anonymous. It would be perefect, I thought. Hours later, my heart pounded as I drove to the spot. Was I really going through with this? I was so curious, I had become so aroused. I had to give in. The urges were just so strong.
I think my breathing stopped when my head lights showed him standing next to his car. I pulled in next to him and got out. It was like an out of body experience. It was like I was floating, in slow motion. How else to describe the moment if not, "amazing." There was some small talk, but I can't remember the words. I remember standing close, that tingle running up my spine. Before I knew it, we were kissing. It was just a blur, a whirlwind. Deep moaning kisses, two people lost in lust. I was so hard! So turned on! He ran his hand over my erection, squeezing it, rubbing it. My eyes rolled back. Girls never were so forward! Nervously, I let my hand find his cock also, as we stood. Standing there, kissing, we rubbed each other's dicks through our pants. It was simply incredible! What a turn on!
When he asked if I wanted to get in his car, I breathlessly responded, "Yes." Just a desperate blur of us pulling down our pants, touching each other, then leaning back and feeling the wet warmth of his amazing mouth. The dizzying pleasure of his wonderful, lusty mouth. My head was spinning. I could not believe how good it felt, how turned on I was. Even at that point, I was not sure that I would have the nerve to actually suck cock. When he pulled away and leaned back himself, I knew what he wanted. How could a nude man from the waist down be so alluring? Any doubt melted away. His cock, even in the dark, made my mouth salivate. Yes, seeing it, erect and temptingly beautifu,l waiting on my mouth, unleashing my urges, from my first taste, I loved gay sex.
It felt so right, it seemed so natural. I must of been good at it, soon he was moaning and rubbing the back of my head. I knew that he was about to cum. Why did girls always pull away? I seemed to be craving it. It was like I could feel his orgasm buiding on my lips and tongue. Like I could feel his cum moving through his shaft and erupting out. Warm and wonderfful, I made him cum and this was the reward. I never imagined how amazing all of this could be. Such a powerful pleasure.
Now, I leaned back once more. Really, just kind of drunk on his cum. Almost dizzy and euphoric, I just had no idea. He licked and sucked me until I was shaking. No girl had ever made me feel this way. I fed him my cum until I felt compelety spent. I had thought before that if this happened that I might want to leave immediately. As if my urges had taken over but afterwards, my other senses would gain control. It was just the opposite. We just sat there and kissed. Tasting each other's cum until we both got hard again. Pulling his lips from mine, he whispered in my ear, "Do you want to fuck?"
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