Method Acting

METHOD ACTING by Haven Tesla

Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction. To maximize reading pleasure, leave logic behind at the door - this story aspires only to be funny and sexy (unless you're the narrator), not to be seen as a representation of reality (from which it is far removed).

All characters are over the age of 18 and not intended to resemble any real persons, while the daytime television industry and Emmy Awards are similarly fictionalized. I previously published this story on NCMC and am presenting it here with a revised ending.

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`Local Actor Leads Striptease for LGBT Causes'

`Male cast of daytime soap raise $240,000 in one night to fight homophobic bullying'

`The undisputed star of the fundraiser was none other than homegrown talent, Colton Dory. A graduate of Upper Albany High (class of 2010), Dory has played the role of Max on the soap since last fall. In just six months, the 22-year-old heartthrob has featured in several popular storylines of particular relevance to today's youth. His character has battled steroid abuse, been blackmailed into pornographic acting and participated in the sexting craze - all of which fortunately require Dory to wear very little clothing, if any.

`At the Soap Stud Revue, Dory went one step further, performing live for 2,000 lucky soap fans at a Manhattan venue. He was front and center for three of the show's musical numbers, including the grand finale. Dory donned - and discarded - the costumes of a Wild Western bandit, an ice hockey player and a firefighter in quick succession.

On the soap, the former high school football player's impressive musculature is gratuitously exhibited on a regular basis, and it was no different at the stage show. Shaved completely hairless and oiled to a glistening finish, Dory shamelessly flaunted his physique in each number and stripped down to the scantiest underwear or, in the case of the finale, nothing at all. The audience certainly made known their appreciation of his lengthy and intimate exposure.

`Every one of Dory's acts that evening deserved the rapturous applause it garnered, but his second number, a duet with 18-year-old co-star, Randy Trelawney, merits a special mention. Neither actor held back in their numerous near-naked clinches, with the audience's enthusiastic response exemplifying the tremendous popularity enjoyed by their pairing.

`Whilst Dory's character is heterosexual, Trelawney's secretly gay character harbors a crush on him, as depicted in several steamy fantasy scenes that barely made it past the censors. The actors' joint performance at the revue successfully capitalized on their deeply homoerotic chemistry and served to highlight the anti-homophobia charities to which the ticket proceeds are destined.

`The show ended on a high note with a totally naked Dory paraded amongst the audience on the shoulders of his barely-dressed co-stars in the grand finale. The foam sprayed on his crotch did embarrassingly little to hide his nudity, but the young star must have been proud of the amount of money he has helped to raise for very worthy causes.

`Disclosure: The author attended the Soap Stud Revue at the invitation of the executive producer, who sponsored her VIP pass to the event, as well as accommodation and transport.

`Those who missed out on the live performances in New York City can purchase the DVD recording from the show's online shop; a naked calendar is also for sale. All proceeds will benefit charities seeking to stamp out homophobic bullying.'

I read the article in my hometown newspaper with growing horror. It had been scanned and sent to me by my younger brother, Cameron, accompanied by the taunting message, "Sounds like you're having a gay old time in NYC, bro."

There was no love lost between us. I had always given Cam a hard time for being adopted, and my contempt was heightened when he joined the swim team. I mean, how gay is that? Shaving off all your body hair and prancing around in Speedos with near-naked teammates? It's a good thing Cam was 4 years younger and looked nothing like me (he didn't know his bio-dad but dude must have been Asian) or else my macho image in high school would have suffered merely by association. By the time I left home Cam still hadn't gotten a girlfriend, which didn't exactly give me a lot of confidence in his emphatic claim that he was straight as an arrow.

Unfortunately, the shoe was now firmly on the other foot. Cam had somehow managed to snag a girl while my love life had become depressingly non-existent. Meanwhile, my acting-slash-modeling exploits had gotten back to my family in upstate New York, and Cam wasted no time in ribbing me mercilessly about it. I had received a series of increasingly snide texts from him.

When I first appeared on the show in tighty-whiteys: "Nice panties, bro. Real macho."

When I had to don the skintight wrestling singlet: "Lilac is totally your color - it brings out your manliness."

When my fashion ads were published: "So much for not being caught dead in a Speedo. But you look most masculine in the rainbow thong."

When my first kiss with Randy hit the airwaves: "Definitely nothing queer about making out with another guy in the shower, no sir."

When the gay porn scene was broadcast: "What was it you said? Swimming is gay, and acting is not? LMAO."

And that was only the tip of the iceberg - there were a lot more messages in the same vein. Cam was certainly intent on getting his own back for the years of being put down by me. I had no avenue of countering his accusations either because they were pretty much true. I just hoped that I'd win that damned Emmy and rub it in his stupid mixed-breed face.

Right now, however, I had a bone to pick with Hank. Why had he gone and invited a journalist from my hometown paper to the event?

I marched over to his office with every intention of confronting him, but was brought up short by the situation I'd unwittingly barged into. Hank wasn't alone in his office. Kneeling between his legs was a naked, sweaty Randy with his lips fastened firmly around Hank's cock!

"Oh hi, Colt," Hank greeted me nonchalantly, as if I hadn't stumbled onto him getting a blowjob from my teenaged costar. "Don't mind Randy; he's just practicing for his next scene. Now that his character's got a boyfriend, there are plenty of gay love scenes that he needs to rehearse for."

I couldn't tear my eyes away from Randy's bobbing head. He was facing away from me and didn't break his blowjob to acknowledge my presence, but I could see the back of his neck turning red from embarrassment.

"So what was it you wanted?" asked Hank.

I held up my phone with the scan of the news article on it in front of Hank. "What's the meaning of this?"

"I thought you'd want everyone back home to know about your success," replied Hank innocently.

"Well, for starring on the show or for being Emmy-nominated, but not this stuff! Just look at how she's written about me, like I'm some gay sex object! Look!" I thrust my phone at Hank's face.

Hank waved it aside. "I don't need to read that, Colt. She already sent the draft to me for authorization before the paper published it."

I gaped at him. "You mean you read this trash and STILL authorized it for publication?"

Hank nodded. "Yes, because I didn't see any harm in it. On the contrary, I think she's written a very complementary piece on you. It'll definitely boost your humanitarian image ahead of the Emmy nominations."

"I guess ..." I said uncertainly. "But I do wish you'd at least have warned me before it went to print. My brother's giving me grief about the whole striptease thing."

"Cameron's just jealous," replied Hank soothingly. "You've always had the advantage of being your parents' biological son and now you're plastered all over the town paper, while his sole claim to fame is being on the school swim team."

I creased my brow in confusion. I didn't remember telling Hank my brother's name, much less our family history. I suppose I must have, because how else would Hank know all that?

"Anyway, Colt, I think I know how you can put Cameron back in his place. You know that big scene you have coming up of Max competing at the state high school wrestling championships?"

"Yeah, what about it?" I hadn't received the script yet but I understood it was going to be a climactic moment in Max's storyline.

"Well, I was thinking of making it a location shoot. Instead of building a set and hiring extras, we could just go to a real high school and get the staff and kids there to fill the bleachers."

I didn't get it. I was finding it hard to concentrate with Randy's distractingly loud slurping. He had moved from deep-throating Hank's dick to polishing his balls with his tongue. As I watched he actually engulfed both hefty testicles in his mouth. I wrinkled my nose distastefully; could Randy be any more of a fag? I pitied Hank for having to put up with Randy's so-called practice session, which was blatantly his attempt to orally service another man's junk!

"Okay, but how will that help me get back at Cam?"

"It will if we go to your old high school, which is Cam's current school." Hank grinned conspiratorially at me. "I really shouldn't mess with the show's shooting schedule on account of any one actor but I figure I can make an exception for you, bud."

I felt immense affection for this guy - in a totally straight way, alright? "Man, you really don't need to ..."

"I want to," interrupted Hank. "You're my star, but you're also a pal. If you want to teach your little bro a lesson, I'll do whatever's in my power to help you out with that. They do say the best revenge is rubbing your enemy's face in your success."

I smiled gratefully at him. It was almost as if he'd heard my thought about rubbing my Emmy in Cam's face. I gleefully imagined Cam's expression when he saw the studio crew descend on Upper Albany High to set up for my big scene with all the teachers and students in attendance.

"Colt, if you could excuse me ... I'm going to cum," grunted Hank. He blew his wad all over Randy's upturned face. I sneered at the cum-spattered teenager one last time before leaving Hank's office.

In hindsight, I should've read the script for the episode before committing to have it filmed on location at my former high school. But Hank was keen to prevent information leaks and preserve the element of surprise for the audience, so one of his precautions was handing the actors their scripts only the night before the shoot. By the time I realized what would happen in the episode, it was too late to request changes. You see, the episode was the one in which my character, Max, gets exposed for acting in a gay pornographic film!

"Hank! Hank!" I finally managed to catch up to him outside Upper Albany High, where the gymnasium was being prepared for the shoot. "This script - it's of Max being publicly humiliated when the entire school district learns that he starred in a gay porno!"

Hank beamed at me. "Yes, I know. Fantastic, isn't it? A really potent, game-changing turn in Max's story - it's a brilliant opportunity for you to show off your acting chops."

He seemed utterly oblivious to the implications of the scene. "Hank, it's not brilliant. It's a DISASTER! This is what I'm going to act out in front of my former teachers, the freshmen I used to go to school with, and my brat of a brother?"

Hank cottoned on to my obvious distress and tried to calm me down. "Colt, it's nothing they've not seen before. Nearly everyone in this school has watched the original scene where Max was blackmailed into that porno. Mr. Garland - your old drama teacher, remember him?"

I nodded. Mr. G had been a strong influence on me getting into acting, so much so that I'd been willing to overlook the high likelihood that he was a fag.

"Well, Mr. Garland told me that many of his colleagues and students have been following the show since you began starring in it. He's even used some of your scenes as teaching material for his drama students. In fact he wondered if you could put up an acting master class for his students after we're done filming today. Of course I told him you'd be delighted to."

I wasn't sure how and when Hank had gotten in contact with Mr. G, but I had bigger concerns on my mind. "How does that keep me from getting embarrassed in front of the whole school later when Max's porn video starts playing on the big screen?" I was only too aware of how graphically homosexual the video had been, even with the most explicit moments censored.

"It means their eyes will be on you, not the video they've seen a dozen times before." (I was puzzled as to why Hank thought people would re-watch that scene a dozen times.) "They'll be eagerly watching for your enactment of Max's perfect image crumbling in such a brutally public setting. When they can witness a live powerhouse performance from their local star, I doubt their attention would stray from that!"

Hank's argument did sound logical. I started to feel less anxious and more psyched. This was my moment to shine in front of all the losers I'd left behind - especially Cam. That sucker would be left eating my dust. He was never going to outrank me in the eyes of our parents and the community.

My revived mood did take a bit of a hit when Hank suggested I give out autographs in costume while the crew continued setting up. My wrestling singlet had become even more revealing as my gym-toned body grew bigger. The lilac lycra was stretched to the point of bursting and was turning translucent in areas that had seen a lot of wear. It resulted in my nipples, abs, butt and package being obscenely outlined beneath the thin fabric. I suppose it was all part of being a method actor, as Hank frequently emphasized, but damn if it didn't leave me thoroughly mortified.

It seemed that half the school had turned up to appear in the episode's crowd scenes, and most wanted my autograph. I was discomfited by how many of them had no qualms about ogling or even groping my body. It was even more awkward when they happened to be seniors who'd been freshmen during my time at UAHS - kids who had either looked up to me or lived in fear of me. Now they snickered as they smacked my butt or twisted my nipples whilst ostensibly getting my autograph on large prints of me in various states of undress. My confidence in Hank's assurances was waning.

Mr. G approached, beaming widely, and guided me around the melee with one hand firmly gripping my bare shoulder. He informed me that he had been thrilled by my success as an actor, and had leapt at the chance to have an episode of my show shot on location in Albany.

"I must say, Colt, I always admired your dedication to get ahead in the acting business, but you have really gone all out for this role." Mr. G gave my pecs a light squeeze and brushed up against my abs. "You must be really hitting the gym hard to mimic a body pumped full of steroids."

"Um, yeah," I replied, trying to wriggle out of his grasp. Mr. G had never tried it on with me when I was his student but now he seemed to have caught the same bug as my `fans'. He pulled me back towards him with a hand buried deep in my ass cleft.

"I'm sorry I couldn't make it to the Soap Stud Revue but I bought a copy of the DVD and the calendar. Both are very popular in the staffroom."

I was horrified at my former teachers passing around the souvenirs of my demeaning exposure.

"Coach Barton was so impressed, he even asked to come round for your master class later," added Mr. G.

My former football coach was the last person I'd have imagined harboring an interest in an acting class. Come to think of it, why would he even be watching my striptease performances?

"What exactly do I have to do in this master class anyway?" I asked Mr. G.

He was noncommittal. "Oh, it's all very casual and impromptu. I don't want to restrict you with a set structure. How about we just go with the flow and see what comes naturally?"

I wasn't able to continue the conversation as Hank emerged to tell us that we were ready to start filming. The teachers and students piled into the gymnasium, filling up the bleachers. I was perturbed to glimpse the principal and vice-principal amongst them, but my unease grew further at the sight of a lady wearing a press badge and toting a camera.

"Uh, Hank, what's the press doing here?" I asked.

"Oh, that's the journalist who reported on the Soap Stud Revue. She'll be covering this for the paper too."

I gulped. If her previous article about me was anything to go by, I wasn't looking forward to the next one. I feared it would give Cam more ammo to crow about. Speaking of the bastard ...

"Hey, bro!" Cam slapped me on the back, hard enough to make me wince. "Nice getup. I guess no one needs me to tell them if you're circumcised or not."

I cringed, and some of the people standing nearby sniggered.

"If you don't shut up," I muttered to Cam under my breath, "you're going to regret it."

Cam cracked a grin. "I should know better than to distract a star right before his big performance. It's okay; we'll keep our brotherly bonding for later."

Fat chance, I thought to myself. Like I was going to make time for the brat. I'd be out of Albany once filming wrapped up. Oh, and after Mr. G's acting class I suppose. I wasn't keen on that, but Hank clearly was, so I had to go through with it.

Hank was behind the podium, speaking to the assembled crowd. "I'm sure I speak on Colton's behalf when I thank you for lending us your school building as well as your own time. UAHS has a special place in Colton's heart and he is excited to film such a pivotal scene in his Emmy campaign here in his alma mater with all of you as extras. He is just as excited to share his tips of the acting trade later in a master class under Mr. Garland's direction, which I strongly encourage any aspiring actors to attend."

I wish Hank hadn't opened the acting class up for anyone to attend. Somehow I had a bad feeling about this.

Hank was now giving instructions to the extras. "Alright, so today's scene is a simple one. The state high school wrestling championship is taking place and Colton's character is one of the competitors. Unfortunately for him, one of his rivals has come across the gay porn film in which Max was forced to act and decides to publicly humiliate him by screening it at the competition. Your role as spectators is to act suitably shocked and horrified when the video starts to play on the big screens. You are thoroughly scandalized that this hunky young jock would be taped performing such depraved sex acts with two other guys."

I flinched at how sleazy and perverted Hank made it sound, but I knew that he was just trying to get authentic reactions from his extras. After all, who wouldn't react in disgust to see men getting it on with each other?

But first we filmed the scenes of Max wrestling for the state championship against a real UAHS wrestler. This ended up causing an unforeseen embarrassment for me when the worn, over-stretched fabric of my singlet lost its battle and split right down my back. I felt a sudden cool breeze on my asshole and realized in horror the predicament I was in.

"Cut," yelled the director. "The suit's split; we need to get him a new one."

"No, no," retorted someone from the front row. I recognized him as Coach Barton. "You don't stop a wrestling match on account of a torn singlet. You just keep going!"

"He's right," agreed Mr. Garland. (Since when was he an authority on sports?) "I suggest we keep going."

Hank shrugged. "Well, Colt's always a stickler for method acting so I don't suppose he'd disagree." Without checking my opinion, he ordered the director to resume filming.

I was taken by surprise when my opponent grabbed me by the butt and his fingers slipped into my ass-crack. I stifled my cry of protest, not wanting to draw attention to my finger-fucking with over a hundred spectators watching. I don't know how many of them realized what was happening. My opponent knew he was scripted to lose, and seemed to believe this meant that he shouldn't bother putting up even a semblance of a closely-fought match, but finger my asshole at every opportunity instead.

"I remember when you were top dog here," he whispered in my ear at one point. "Never thought I'd get to do this to you." Under the guise of flipping me over, he plunged three thick fingers into my hole; I saw stars.

I could not have been happier when the director instructed me to finish the match. I experienced a surge of satisfaction as I pummeled my opponent into submission and straddled his prone body. (It didn't stop the fucker from giving me a final jab in the guts though.)

If only the scene had ended there. Alas, it was merely the prelude to the real drama. As Max approached the podium to receive the championship trophy, a video of the match highlights was intended to play on the screens above his head. Instead, the video had been maliciously switched with his gay porno by a rival wrestler who resented Max's victory thanks to his suspected, but unproven, steroid usage.

What should have been Max's crowning glory was instead his downfall. The crowd reeled in shock at the utterly debauched clip. So did I, for I had not expected it to be the uncensored version!

To my everlasting horror, I was projected onto the big screens before all my ex-teachers and schoolmates, not to mention my little brother, being fucked silly by Randy. There was no doubt about my identity or his, since we were both shown in full-length views. Nor was there any doubt about what was happening, for the camera then went in for a graphic close-up of my virginal asshole being breached by Randy's dick.

"Oh, man, your ass is so good!" moaned the onscreen Randy, ramming full-tilt into me. I remembered how much that had hurt, but my video persona begged to be fucked harder. Randy obliged, skewering me with deep thrusts and silencing my screams with sloppy kisses. My groans as I was anally violated on screen echoed through the auditorium. There I was, for all the world to see, being fucked up the ass like a faggot.

The disgusted gasps and squeals from the crowd concurred.

"Oh my God!"

"I can actually see his asshole!"

"I can't believe he's doing that for real! With another guy!"

"Look at him take that cock!"

"Like a gay sex pro!"

"He wants it hard! Such a freak!"

The shame washed over me like an avalanche. I found my voice at last. "Stop the video!" I screamed. "Take it down!"

No one moved to help. They were too engrossed by the sexually degenerate tableau on the screens. Some had retained enough presence of mind to whip out their phones and make recordings. The image had changed to a close-up of a tanned, hairy ass. I recognized it as Randy's and the tongue probing his hole as my own. I hadn't thought I could be more devastated, but been shown in this act managed it.

"Now he's licking ass!"

"Gross!"

"This is sick!"

"Faggot!"

The slur was like a punch to the gut. My humiliation was almost crippling, but what little control I had of my wits propelled me to action. I rushed at one of the screens and tore it down, but the projector continued to beam its explicit images onto the wall.

I wailed in despair. "Oh God, won't somebody turn it off!"

I turned and ran to the projector room, barely noticing the cameraman hot on my heels. I tried the door but it was locked. I banged furiously on it to be let in.

"Turn the video off, damn it! Before I break this door down! I mean it!"

Whoever was inside did eventually, but by that point the most depraved segments of the video had already been broadcast. Everyone in that gymnasium had seen me deflowered by Randy and rimming his hairy man-pussy.

The magnitude of my disgrace sank in when I turned and saw the uniformly revolted expressions in the crowd.

My shame overcame me and I crumpled to the floor, sobbing hysterically. "It's not what it looks like! I'm not gay. I swear I'm not. You've gotta believe me! It was just an act. It was just an act!"

"And cut!"

I stared at the director through tear-stained fingers. "W-what?"

"Amazing!" exclaimed Hank. "I knew you would deliver a tour de force."

"You mean," I stuttered, "you meant to show the uncensored video?"

Hank looked puzzled. "Of course. Why would we show the censored one? We wanted a real, raw reaction from you AND the crowd."

My mind couldn't process this. ""But ... but ... they've all seen me get fucked up the ass! For real!" I couldn't bring myself to face my spectators.

"Yes, and they all admire your dedication to your craft. It takes a very committed actor to throw himself into his role like that. Look, here come a couple of your teachers. Ask them if you don't believe me."

I turned to see Mr. G and Coach Barton.

"Bravo, Colt," said Mr. G, clapping proudly. "I was captivated by your performance back there. Simply marvelous!"

"Good job, kid," added the coach, thumping me on the back. "You know I didn't think much of your ambition to become an actor but you've really proven yourself today. I couldn't take my eyes off the screen!"

"You mean you aren't freaked out by it?" I questioned him disbelievingly. Coach was one of the most macho guys I knew, a real man's man. Could he truly be okay with one of his former players being depicted performing graphic sex acts with another male?

"Dory, I think it took a lot of guts. No straight guy wants to be fucked up the butt, much less filmed doing it, but you bit that bullet for the sake of your profession. I admire that."

I was really thrown for a loop. Coach expressing admiration for my gay sex-tape was the last thing I would have expected.

"What about the others?" I wondered aloud. "They were all screaming in disgust when the video came on?"

"Of course they did, silly. I told them to," Hank reminded me.

"Oh." He was right. I finally turned around and scanned the crowd. There was only merriment, not malice, to be seen. They were all happily sharing the recordings they'd made with one another. I started to feel better, until I caught Cameron's eye, who gave me a little smirk and a wave. It was unsettling.

However, I wasn't able to ponder it at length as Mr. G and Coach Barton steered me away from the gym and into a nearby classroom for my acting master class.

"Right, here we are," he announced. "The kids should be in here any moment now. Why don't you go on and take off your singlet?"

I was taken aback by the request. "What?"

"It's torn right down the back," pointed out Coach Barton.

"Oh, right. But I've not got my street clothes on me."

"That's okay," replied Mr. G. "You won't need them."

I shifted awkwardly from one foot to the other. "But I don't have anything on underneath. I'd be, um, naked."

Both men chuckled, and Coach said, "That's been obvious from the start, kid."

I blushed. "I don't understand. You want me to deliver the class in the nude?"

"Dory, I've been following your show for the past few months and I'd say you do your best acting in the buff," declared Coach Barton.

Mr. G nodded in agreement. "Besides, you'll need to be naked for the scene we want to do in this class."

"Which scene is that?" I asked.

"The one that's on everyone's mind right now: your character being blackmailed into gay porn."

My eyes widened. "Hold on, I don't think that's a good idea. Hank?"

Hank looked up nonchalantly. "I think it's a great idea. With the video they've just seen still fresh in their minds, the budding actors here today can try their own spin on acting out the scene. In fact, I think we can put up that uncensored clip for them to compare their performance against."

"But Hank!" I protested. "The scene is of me taking it up the ass!"

"Yes, precisely. That'll give them a true taste of the dedication it takes to be an actor. After all, you're an advocate for method acting, and what could be more method than this?"

I swallowed. "Isn't there any other way?" I asked helplessly.

"Of course there are other ways, Colt, but this is the best," emphasized Hank. "This master class will earn you brownie points with the Academy when it's publicized in tomorrow's news. You do trust me, don't you? When have I ever steered you wrong?"

"Oh man," I groaned. "It's not that I don't trust you, Hank, but it's just that I hate gay sex so much. It's just so sick and wrong! A straight guy shouldn't have any part in that shit."

"I would agree," chipped in Coach Barton, giving me brief hope. But then he added, "Except that you won't actually be having gay sex. It isn't gay unless YOU are gay. When you do it, it's just acting. Look, if it puts you at ease, I'd be happy to prove it by going first. I did a bit of acting back in college - none of that musical crap - and it'd be nice to try my hand at it again."

Now, as I told you, the coach was a real man. There was never any doubt about his heterosexual credentials. Hank nodded his assent and before I knew it, Coach had pulled down his tracksuit pants and fished his cock out of his jockstrap.

My jaw dropped. I hadn't realized how well-endowed the coach was. His dick had to be a good ten inches long, and that was in its flaccid state! My asshole clenched just at the thought of being fucked with that monster.

"You got any lube, Garland?" Coach asked Mr. G.

"Oh yes, I came prepared." Mr. G produced an enormous tub of lubricant. "It's edible too - grape flavored," he stated. It did strike me as odd that he was equipped with such a large amount of lube when he hadn't decided on a theme for the acting class until a few moments ago. And why did the lube need to be edible?

Coach interrupted my reverie with a snap of his fingers. "Alright, Dory, let's get cracking."

He sprawled back on a chair at the front of the room with his legs widely spread. Scooping up a generous amount of lube from the tub proffered by Mr. G, he started slicking up his ample tool. I swallowed hard.

Mr. G helped me out of my singlet. "You know, in the episode, you were oiled up for the filming of the porno."

"Yes, that's correct," confirmed Hank. "I don't suppose you have a bottle of baby oil?"

"Oh I do," Mr. G assured him, pulling out a bottle. "But I think that, in the interests of time, Colt should get started on the scene, and I'll oil him up while he, uh, demonstrates his acting technique to Coach Barton."

"Come along then, Dory. Hop on," urged the coach. I eyed his colossal dick warily. Under his ministrations it had grown to a foot long. Could my poor asshole even take such a mammoth?

I wasn't sure how to begin. "How do I even ...?"

"Straddle him and then lower yourself onto his cock until you're sitting in his lap fully penetrated," suggested Hank helpfully.

I gingerly did as I was told. I had a moment of hesitation as I felt his cockhead pressing against my hole, but I persevered and impaled myself. Inch by inch, the foot-long dick disappeared into my guts. It was sheer agony, especially the last few inches, and I couldn't possibly have managed it without Hank's encouragement.

Just as I had sunk all of Coach's cock into my man-pussy, the classroom door opened and a horde of students barged in. Either Mr. G's class had grown significantly more popular since I left school, or there were a lot of curious non-drama students who had taken advantage of Hank's open invitation.

They stopped short when they saw the scene in front of them.

"Come in, kids, take a seat," Mr. G welcomed them jovially. "Coach Barton has just gone first on the acting scenario that Colt wanted to demonstrate today, but there'll be plenty of opportunity for the rest of you once he's done."

"But Mr. G, we only have an hour before our next class," expressed a student whom I recognized as my opponent from the wrestling match. I wouldn't have pegged him for an aspiring actor. Come to think of it, most of the guys in the room looked like they belonged on the wrestling or football teams rather than in drama class.

"Oh dear, that's right," noted Mr. G.

Then a voice from the back of the room piped up. "Maybe, sir, we can double up. That would make things run twice as fast?"

I recognized the voice. It was that twerp who called himself my little brother, Cam!

"Since when did you join drama class?" I exclaimed. My words came out jerkily because Coach was bouncing me on his knees, effectively fucking my ass.

Cam smirked at me, but it was Mr. G who responded. "Your brother's the one who originally suggested this master class, Colt. He has been following your acting career very closely."

"You're my inspiration, bro," said Cam in a cloying tone that reeked of sarcasm.

"We may even have another star from the Dory family," Hank observed, sounding excited at the prospect. I couldn't believe it! I thought he was on my side in condemning the adopted brat.

"Cam, since you proposed a way for us to speed up so that everyone gets a turn fucking, I mean learning from Colt, why don't you tell us exactly we might achieve this?"

"Sure. We just need to reposition him so the second person can slip his dick inside him at the same time as Coach."

Cam's suggestion was so outrageous that I lost my rhythm in riding Coach's cock and wound up dropping down his last 4 inches with a shriek.

"Are you crazy?" I shouted once I recovered my breath from the excruciating penetration.

"Now, Colt, your brother just tried to help you out," reproached Hank, "so that you don't have to disappoint any fans who want an acting lesson from you."

"But I can barely take Coach's monster dick let alone another one simultaneously!"

"Dory," rumbled Coach, "you're not a wimp, are you? I should hope not, not after being part of my football team for four years."

"No, Coach, of course not, but -"

"No buts," said Coach firmly. "I expect my players to be able to take a bit of pain."

"And I expect my star pupil to showcase his commitment to acting," countered Mr. G.

"And I expect my cast to please their fans," rejoined Hank.

I was screwed from all three sides.

"Cam, why don't you go first, and show us what you mean," bade Mr. G.

I stared bloody murder at the brat but he just smirked at me again. "Of course, Mr. G!"

Cam wasted no time in shedding his clothes; he was obviously comfortable with his body from swimming in Speedos all the time. I would've sneered at his bikini briefs if I hadn't been the spokesmodel for far skimpier underwear myself. I was surprised to see he was no longer the skinny runt I remembered but instead had a toned, muscular build comparable to my own before I'd increased my gym-going to twice a day.

Rather than lubing up with Mr. G's concoction, he spat on his hand and smeared it on his dick.

"No point in wasting the lube," he explained loudly. "I'm sure Coach has already opened him up well."

Christ I could've strangled the twerp. I did make one last attempt to prevent him from raping me. "You can't do this, Cam. We're brothers!"

He smiled wolfishly. "Nah, I'm just adopted, remember?" And with that he slammed his dick straight in.

I nearly passed out from the brutal double penetration. Frankly, it was a miracle that I didn't. If Coach's tool had tested the depths of my anal cavity, the addition of Cam's was straining its width.

"Fucccck!" I howled, feeling like I was being split in two.

"Ride `em both, cowboy!" yelled someone. I wasn't ready to oblige but Coach and Cam more than made up for my lack of enthusiasm. They reamed out my ass with a well-coordinated long-dicking that kept my poor hole stretched to its limit.

"Oh jeez, this is prime ass," moaned Coach. "Tight as hell!"

"Not for much longer," Cam noted wickedly.

"Hey, what about the rimming?" enquired one of the students. The scene in question was playing on the monitor (a production assistant had brought in the uncensored vid and, upon seeing my demonstration, asked and received permission from Hank to stay on for the class).

"I think I can fix that," answered Mr. G, who was rubbing oil into my body. He dropped his trousers, baring his butt, and stepped up beside me. "Colt, turn your head this way and lick my ass."

I would have balked, but Hank reminded me that the clock was ticking. "You need to keep going, Colt. Make it as authentic as possible, like that day in the studio when you rimmed Randy."

Groaning in misery, I buried my face in Mr. G's ass and sucked on his musky, hairy hole.

"Oh yeah," sighed Mr. G blissfully. "Make love to my manhole with that tongue. Get it right in there and eat me out!"

One of my fuckers (I wasn't sure if it was Coach or Cam) seized my head by the hair and mashed it deeper into Mr. G's buttcheeks. All I could see was his fuzzy butt and my nose was overwhelmed by its distinctly male smell just as my tongue was by its slimy taste. I gagged and tried to pull back, but the person holding my head wasn't having any of it.

"The class is watching," hissed Coach. "Set a good example!"

I couldn't decide which was more unbelievable: that I was at the center of a gay gang-bang by my little brother, my ex-drama teacher and my former football coach, or that the latter, a true man's man, was egging me on.

"I'm cumming!" roared Coach.

Cam chimed in. "Me too!"

I could sense their cocks, squeezed so tightly deep within me, spurting and flooding my bowels with their white-hot seed. The relief I felt at the end of my double-penetration ordeal was matched by the acute humiliation.

Unfortunately, the relief was brief but the humiliation was only beginning. Coach heaved me off his cock only to plop me down onto that of a waiting student.

"Yeow," I squealed at the latest intrusion before my gaping hole was even able to recover its elasticity.

"No time to waste, Dory," Coach reminded me. "Now give your brother a good rimming."

My protest was muffled as Cam shoved his sweaty ass in my face. From the corner of my eye I saw Mr. G walk behind me and seconds later I felt another dick squeezing past my already-occupied backdoor. I moaned into Cam's hole, and the bastard sighed in satisfaction.

"Who's kissing whose ass now, eh?" he taunted, referring to all the times I'd told him to kiss mine. I had never expected to end up literally kissing his!

As three of his students had their way with me, Mr. G gave the others a running commentary on the method acting techniques that they were seeing in action.

"Now you can see for yourselves why we chose this scene for today's class. With minimal dialogue, its focus is truly on body language. Note the tension in Colt's magnificent form as his man-pussy is thoroughly plundered by two cocks. You can't really see his face since it's buried in Cam's butt, but you can sense his shame at his degradation; it practically rolls off him in waves. And watch Cam's expression, lost in sublime pleasure as Colt deeply tongues his ass. The juxtaposition of Cam's moans and Colt's whimpers is a wonderful example of non-verbal expression.

"Of course you shouldn't attempt this by yourselves unless you've had lots of practice. Colt may make a double-dicking look easy, but that's only because he is a talented professional." There was some tittering from the audience until Mr. G clarified that he'd meant I was a consummate actor.

I don't know how educational Mr. G's students found his lecture, but it left me utterly and completely humiliated.

The class lasted well over an hour. At some point they forgot to keep track of the time and I certainly wasn't in any position to remind them. I went from sucking one teenage boy ass to the next without any break in between. My hole was kept similarly busy, stretched to its maximum extent by two cocks at any one time. I lost count of precisely how many dicks I took that day, but it was in excess of 30.

By the end of it, I was so exhausted that I couldn't stand on my own and had to be helped up by Coach and Mr. G, who struggled to get a firm grip on my body because it was so slippery with oil and sweat.

I knew I must be a terrible sight. I'd cum twice from being fucked (much to my consternation) and sprayed my spunk copiously all over myself. A few of the students had also been driven to a second climax (albeit in their case due to my vigorous rimming) and they added their spunk to the ass juices already coating my face. My nipples were swollen and sore from frequent pinching while my lips were puffy and parched from relentless rimming.

But it was my poor asshole that had suffered the most. I couldn't see its state personally but I suspected it was a wreck. It gaped widely with cum freely leaking out and running down my muscular thighs.

I was feeling very sorry for myself, cautiously probing my battered hole, until I overheard the conversation between Hank and my brother.

Hank was saying, "So Cam, I take it you learned a lot from your brother's demonstration today?"

"Hell yeah!" the smug teen gloated. "I always knew my brother was an ass but I didn't know what an awesome ass it was till today!" Cam emphasized his point by slapping my abused ass hard, making me yelp.

Hank smiled tightly. "You know, I was watching you just now and I'd wager talent runs in your family."

Cam quickly corrected him. "Colt and I aren't actually related."

"Regardless, I saw you make a decent attempt at the method acting which is your brother's forte. I genuinely think you might also have what it takes to get into acting."

"Are you serious?" exclaimed Cam, which was my first thought too. Cam, an actor? I don't recall him even being interested in acting until he saw my success.

"Deadly," responded Hank solemnly. "We're actually casting for a recurring role, with the possibility of becoming a regular. The character would be a competitive swimmer ..."

"I'm a swimmer!" interjected Cam excitedly.

"Oh really?" said Hank, but hadn't he already revealed his knowledge of that fact to me? "Well then, you could be a perfect fit. Why don't you come down to the studio for a proper audition? We'll put you opposite your scene partner and if the two of you click, the job's as good as yours. You can move up to the city once upon graduation ... next month, I believe?"

Cam's face fell. "I have to move to the city?"

"Would that be a problem?"

Cam shuffled his feet. "I've kind of just started dating this girl ..."

"Cameron!" admonished Mr. G. "Stardom beckons and you're turning it down for a girl you've barely begun dating?"

Cam looked appropriately chastened. "When's the audition?" he asked Hank.

"Come down this weekend, and I'll set something up. Mr. Garland can accompany you, and your brother would probably be happy to let you stay over at his place."

Cam cast a glance in my direction. "Oh I'm not so sure about that."

Hank and Mr. G looked at each other. "Hmm, I'm sensing a brotherly rift here. That simply won't do. Siblings should stick together, blood or not," preached Mr. G.

"Cam, since you commented about your brother's ass earlier, why don't you lend him a helping hand with it?" suggested Hank. "A gentle tonguing with lots of saliva is the best remedy for a sore man-pussy, and it'd be a great way for the two of you to bond. After all, he did it for you so you can return the favor."

"But his butt is full of everyone's cum!" protested Cam.

"Yes, I expect so since three dozen guys deposited their loads in there. It should be an eye-opening experience for you, unless you're familiar with the taste of semen?"

"I've never even eaten my own cum before!"

"Then this will be a good primer," stated Hank. "Get licking!"

His aversion etched all over his face, Cam crouched between my legs and tentatively stuck out his tongue towards my asshole.

"Cam, weren't you paying attention during your brother's demonstration? You need to get right in there." Mr. G helpfully smashed the teenage brat's face into my butt. "Kiss, lick, suck and tongue-fuck that hole," he ordered Cam, who unwillingly obeyed. (I knew from Hank that this was the established method acting technique for rimming.)

I recognized the opportunity for a little payback. I'd been struggling to hold in the mass of spunk swishing around my bowels. Now with my brother's face positioned directly over my asshole, I let rip. I heard Cam utter a muffled complaint as the combined spunk of three dozen guys gushed out onto his face. With Mr. G holding his head firmly to my hole, Cam had no choice but to proceed with the messy rim-job. As always, Hank had been spot-on when he'd claimed a warm, moist tongue was the perfect antidote for a tenderized man-pussy.

With my brother otherwise engaged below earshot, I hissed, "Hank! Why did you just offer Cam an audition?"

Hank gave me a discreet wink. "It's all under control, bud." He lowered his voice to a whisper. "The only open role on the show right now is the third wheel in Jake and Alec's romance."

Despite aching all over and reeking of cum and sweat, a grin crept onto my face. Cam wouldn't be laughing at my expense for much longer. I might have acted in gay sex scenes for my role (with great reluctance, I might add), but at least my character was straight. My so-called brother, on the other hand, was obliviously auditioning to play gay. The tables were turning back in my direction.

<< To Be Continued >>

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