First-time Gay Erotica
"The Smell of the Greasepaint," A Banana Splits story by Ross Baker
Acting in a theater troupe is the hardest, least financially rewarding work you could ever hope to do in your lifetime. But if you've got it in your blood — the desire, the need to perform — well, it's satisfying and gratifying enough.
It also helps that there's a whole lot of cock to be had in your typical bevy of theater folk!
Ours was a traveling band of Shakespearean thespians. Even people who groaned at the thought of sitting through a play written by some guy who's been dead for four centuries enjoyed our shows, once they realized they were full of intrigue, slapstick, and sex.
What was recently putting a lump in my tights, though, was a new member to our performing family – a dark-haired devil named Randy.
He was 25, with a breathtaking musculature and radiant blue eyes you could see from the back row. He was hell of an actor too, obviously dedicated to the craft. Audiences – depending on what role he was embodying – wept at his death scenes, applauded his heroics, hissed at his villainy, and laughed themselves silly when he played one of the Bard's comedic characters.
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I, meanwhile, ached to get my hands on him. With all the intimacies of theater life, I'd managed to get a few glimpses of him naked. His flesh was milky pale and, I'm sure, as smooth as satin. His cock, even in its un-angry state, was gorgeously long. I wanted to put my mouth on him everywhere.
There was a problem, though, which I learned through the gossipy, lightning-fast grapevine of our troupe: Randy was straight.
I'd heard of straight actors but had never met one. (Okay, I'm exaggerating.) Still, males who had never, not once, done anything with another male, even something as innocuous as mutual masturbation, were rare indeed. However, so the rumormongers insisted, Randy was pure as the driven snow, as far as male/male dalliance went.
He was no homophobe, of course. But he politely deflected any attempts at seduction by the male members of the troupe—and with his looks and body, just about every man in the company wanted him.
When, after a few weeks, everybody else had given up and accepted Randy's peculiar straightness, I decided to take my shot at bending him. What could it hurt? Besides, I couldn't get the horny thoughts about him out of my head. I had a bad fuck-fever for him.
Our troupe traveled in a big old bus. We pulled into the town where we going to be performing at a festival for the next few weeks, and where we were being put up at a cheap motel. Naturally, owing to our budget, we were doubled up in the rooms. I finagled to be Randy's roommate.
In addition to being a hottie, Randy was also charming, pleasant, and fun to be around. After our first exhausting day of doing two shows, we all went out for beers. Later, I drifted back to the motel with Randy.
We were doing practically our whole repertoire at this festival. Tomorrow I had the title role in Henry V. Though I had the part cold, I feigned nervousness.
"You'll be fine," Randy assured.
"It's just..." I let out a convincingly exasperated sigh. "It's the kiss. At the end, between Henry and Catherine. I'm...I'm not comfortable with it."
Randy looked perplexed.
"With kissing a woman," I explained. Which, of course, was a crock.
"Isn't that sort of silly?"
"I'm gay."
"But you're an actor."
"Well," I said, "what if you had to kiss a guy on stage—could you do it?"
"Sure."
I laughed, a bit scornfully. "I bet you couldn't kiss me, right here, right now, with nobody else watching."
I was impugning his acting abilities, and it was getting to him, I could see. I knew just what would tip him over the edge.
"If I were a woman, you could do it."
His blue eyes were full of righteous ire now. He marched across the room ‘till he was toe to toe with me. He hesitated, but only for a second. Then he planted his lips tightly, dryly, and briefly on mine.
"There!" he spat.
"Puh-leeze. That's how you kissed your uncle when you're eight. Put some passion into it. Prove to me you can do it!"
He seized my face in his hands, wet his lips and—looking like someone going off the high dive— planted his mouth on mine. His lips moved sensually. I responded, and our mouths were now grinding against each other. His lips parted, and I slid my tongue between them. His tongue answered; he was immersed in his "part." We frenched for fifteen of the loveliest seconds I'd experienced in recent memory.
Randy broke the kiss, dropped his hands from my face and said, "...there...” But it was just a breathless pant. There was shock in his eyes. The kiss had turned him on! And he didn't know what to do about it.
Luckily, I did.
I stepped up, tenderly cupped his cheek and started softly kissing the side of his throat. The faint aroma of his sweat and cologne sent shivers through me. Randy too was quivering, a cherry's mixture of fear and desire. I ran my tongue up toward his earlobe and nibbled gently. I pressed myself to him and felt his growing hardness against my own. He let out a trembling sigh.
I kissed his mouth again. Then I began to undress him.
His skin was as satiny smooth as I'd figured it would be. I trailed my fingertips over it and the hard muscles beneath as I tugged off his shirt. When I undid his pants, Randy went stock-still, even his breath hitched. Here was the point of no return, and he knew it.
His big hard cock sprang free, into my hand. I gripped it and gave him a few loving pumps, which got him breathing again—panting, in fact. Then I helped him step out of his pants altogether. He was absolutely beautiful.
"Take yours off...." he murmured, still afraid, but overwhelmed by his need now.
I was happy to oblige, dropping my clothes, revealing a well-toned body and a ramrod-hard cock of not-modest length. Randy's blue eyes were wide as he drank in the sight of me. I smiled, kissed him again, and then led him to the nearest bed.
We lay down side by side, our arms around each other. We French-kissed brazenly now, slurping at each other's mouths. His cock pressed against my firm belly, and he started instinctively humping against me. I reached down and gave his balls a good squeezing.
He groaned. Then he surprised me by asking, "What do we do?"
I blinked. But of course, he was pure male/male virgin, and while he might have a vague idea of what men did with each other, now he was faced with the practical application of that knowledge...and he was rather lost. A thrill shivered through me. It had been a long while since I'd tasted cherry.
My travel bag was next to the bed. I reached down and came up with a condom. I slid the latex sleeve over Randy's impressively long cock, feeling those inches twitching in anticipation. Then I pushed him gently onto his back and started to kiss my way down his gorgeous body.
I visited both nipples on the way down, my tongue flicking moistly at the little hardnesses. I licked his navel too, which made him squeal. Then I was sniffing and nuzzling my way into his dark bush of curls.
I went first to his balls, wanting to get the flavor of him in my mouth. His 'sac with slightly damp with sweat, which I happily lapped up, savoring the masculine tang. I popped one ball, then the other wholly into my mouth and bounced both on my tongue. Randy's ass was wriggling on the bed covers.
I wrapped my fist around the base of his shaft, positioned him how I wanted and closed my hungry mouth around his knob.
He had a nice, plump cockhead, and my tongue swirled wet circles over it. I dropped my mouth down the inches of his shaft, and kept my lips' ring tight around him. I sucked in my cheeks as he filled me. My tongue continued to work itself over him, plucking at the throbbing veins along his cock.
It felt so good having him in my mouth, feeling that inevitable sense of ownership, however temporary. The bigger thrill was knowing mine was the first male mouth to take him like this. I looked up and found Randy gazing down on my cocksucking face with awe. I sucked in more of his inches, taking his cockknob into my throat, demonstrating talents he might not have ever experienced with a woman.
He continued to watch, rapturously, as I really went to work. I bobbed my mouth up and down now, building toward a steady rhythm and holding it there. I took his moistened balls in my hand and squeezed them in tempo. I thought about fingering his ass as well, but I judged he might not be ready to go that far yet.
He was certainly having no qualms about receiving this blowjob, though. His limbs jerked. His fingers raked the sheets on either side of him. He was making inarticulate noises, in which I occasionally heard the "uck" sounds of "fuck" and "suck."
I was blowing him furiously now, rocking my mouth wildly up and down on his meat. I could feel every twitch and carnal quiver. Randy was the novice here, not me; I knew when a man was getting ready to unload. I further monitored his state by the grip I had on his balls.
When I felt him just about to go over the brink, I cinched my lips even tighter around him and put more pressure on his nutsac. Randy cried out. Then he started to come.
Somehow I kept my mouth on him, though it was the biggest challenge I'd yet faced tonight. He writhed and squirmed and thrashed. His meat spasmed crazily inside my mouth. Warm jets of goo poured into the condom. His balls went rock-hard, it seemed.
I milked it all out of him, taking him into a land of male/male sex that he might or might not ever visit again. But I was certain I'd made this visit memorable and satisfying.
Eventually, I sat up, peeling off the condom. Frankly, I felt smug and probably looked it. Randy looked like he'd just run a marathon. Sweat shone on his face. He remained lying on his back, apparently unable yet to sit up.
Suddenly, though, his hand flailed out and caught a hold of my still very hard cock. His blue eyes drilled into mine.
"Put this fucking thing in my mouth," he said urgently. "Fuck my face, Ross!"
My cock twitched its reply in his grip.
I swooped down for another condom, rolled it hastily on and straddled Randy's chest. Excitement colored his face, but there was no longer fear in it. He had given himself over to this totally.
He pulled an extra pillow behind his head, and I presented my cock to his mouth.
He put his warm, wet lips around me. As I'd done, he set his tongue loose on my cockhead, flicking and licking. It felt good. When he accidentally scraped me with his teeth, I flinched and he murmured an apology around his mouthful of cock. I grinned. I gripped the bed's headboard and fed a bit more of my meat into him. When he didn't deepthroat me, I wasn't disappointed. I didn't expect miracles.
What I got, though, was a very well meaning and surprisingly competent blowjob. Randy put one hand around my swaying balls and the other on my hip. He rocked me slowly back and forth, sucking in my inches, keeping his lips locked around my shaft. As he'd done, I gazed down, watching the beautiful sight of my meat sliding in and out of his mouth, which was formed into a sweet "O," the cocksucker's vowel.
We gradually increased the speed of things. I fucked his face a little harder. He sucked diligently. His hand came off my hip and reached around me. Lost in a semi-delirium of erotic pleasure, I realized distantly that he was now jerking himself off.
My cock plowed his mouth. He was moaning with the pleasure of it all, and the hum felt almost electrically strong around my shaft. My come was welling up, fast.
Before I could spurt, though, I felt hot little droplets spattering my back and ass. Randy had jerked himself to a second orgasm. The sensation of his hot goo on my flesh was the final straw, and I started unloading. It was fantastic. My jets were heavy, intense. Pleasure ran through me.
Afterward, we lay side by side once more, in each other's arms. Though I normally wouldn't say anything of the kind, I asked him if we would ever do this again.
Randy kissed me. "Are you kidding? I hope this show never closes."
Originally published May 2011