Date: Tue, 21 Dec 2004 07:34:55 EST
From: Botviewer@aol.com
Subject: The Young Mr Lincoln

As the story makes plain, stage, TV and movie actor Andrew Lincoln is one
of the straightest-seeming men in show business and though he has done
many nude scenes on TV would never do what he has to perform here to
please his improbable sleazeball agent. I know nothing of the actor or
his agent but that doesn't stop me fantasising.


The first time Noel Raymond clapped eyes on Andrew Lincoln, he knew he
had to have him any way he could, though he played the scene ultra-cool.
Andrew's unfussy good looks and stocky frame pleased him. Even his mouth,
which unkind commentators disparaged by referring to his 'liver lips',
excited him.He loved his big but slimline nose too. His eyes and curly
brown hair added to the pleasing look of his head and his body thrilled
him, its potential still hidden in his loose sweater and tan trousers. He
had to wait for those few moments when Andrew bent over to pick up one of
his documents to see the outline of his meaty buttocks. The wait was
worthwhile.

None of this, though a great beginning, would have meant much if he had
not been the straighest actor Noel had ever encountered. There was not
even a hint of the secretly, closeted gay about him, nothing too artistic
or refined to get in the way of that crashing normality that he
represented. This thrilled Raymond, Though he was one of the biggest
theatrical agents around, and had resisted the head-hunting tribe that
ran the amalgamated agencies, he was genuinely surprised that Andrew had
sought him out precisely because he was so ultra-straight. Noel Raymond
had a reputation - a well-deserved one - for being a jaded old queen,
bitchy of tongue and haughty of demeanour. He had always had a very
strong leaning towards the challenge that unimpeachably straight guys
represented. He would have taken him on for nothing but he played the
game of humming and hawing and enjoyed watching little beads of sweat
form on the young actor's unshaved upper lip. He had no doubt heard of
the success he had won for some other of his charges. These never changed
agents once their careers had taken off. No doubt he was thought to be a
catch for hopefuls but not nearly as great a catch as the gorgeously
out-of-reach Lincoln seemed to him on that first meeting.

He was still called Andy Clutterbuck at this point. Though Noel liked the
last syllable and thought privately of obscene variations on that
surname, Andrew ended up with a two-syllable city name which also would
have resonance for the American market if he became known there. His
campaign to strip, embarrass and humiliate him every chance that came his
way without thereby impeding his upward path began immediately.

He made sure that there was plenty of undressing and public exhibitions
of his hairy body and smooth white arse whenever he could urge the
director or writers to include a gratuitous strip scene. He got him fully
naked, albeit at a distance, in This Life. In the first series of
Teachers, he had one episode where he dreamed that he was being
interviewed stark naked to the amusement of his fellow teachers and the
school governors. How Noel sniggered to see his bare bottom in closeup,
the hollows in his buttocks so appealing, and then seeing how he had to
play the rest of the sequence entirely naked. He had held his hands over
his cock and balls, already exposed long-distance in This Life, but his
humiliation in cupping them and allowing his curly bush to spring out,
the look of agitation as he ran about showing more thighs, calves, tits,
belly and lots and lots of arse was not just acted, Noel felt sure. Even
in the most recent TV play, at a time after Andrew had broken into
movies, there was a fine display of bare bottom in the shower.

Noel wanked a lot to see what the general public was being treated to of
his client's body. But the general public did not get to see the out
takes that his loyal friends made sure were sent to him, exposing the
genital views that Andrew could not quite mask with his hand, or the way
his cheeks parted enough to show that his arse crevice was quite hairy
and darkly mysterious. These views got him right off. 'Lovely, Andrew
darling!', he'd sneer to himself as he shot his load over these
embarrassing exposures. His plans were going well.

The first major step in his diabolical scheme to queer this unfaltering
straight came when he secured the lead for him in the very homoerotic
movie to be made of Christopher Marlowe's Edward II. Andrew had hardly
been able to breathe with excitement when he'd heard that he had been
given the title role. At last the big time, his name emblazoned in neon
signs. Or so he thought.

Noel enjoyed even more the stunned silence when he had rung Andrew to
tell him that he had had second thoughts about his suitability for the
part and had withdrawn him from the film. What better way to get his
total attention, he smirked inwardly as he beheld Andrew sitting in
ill-disguised outrage on the other side of the oak table between them.
The beads of sweat were once again forming on his upper lip. He was
trying hard to keep his temper and not to get as theatrically loud as the
biggest queens in the business.

'It just wouldn't do your career any good at all,' Noel drawled with
affected boredom, as if the case was closed long ago.

'Why? Because I am playing a gay character. Loads of actors are doing
that these days. It's not done any of them any harm.'

'That's because they were good in the gay parts, even the straightest
ones.'

'So why couldn't I play the part?'

'Because, my dear, you are Mr SuperStraight. Every time the casting call
is for a convincing hetero, you are the obvious choice. There isn't even
the teensiest bit of camp in you. You'd be laughed offscreen trying to
play gay. Sorry, love, but this is for your own good.'

'What makes you so sure about my private life? We've never discussed it.'

'No need to, dear. I take one look at you and I see straight straight
straight. Probably from the womb. Certainly from your earliest sexual
memories.'

Andrew looked quite heated with annoyance. 'I had a ...sort of thing with
another teenager in school. OK, it was just feeling each other up and
having a wank at his house after school. But I enjoyed it,' he ended
defiantly. 'Anyhow, I may be straight, but I'm an actor and a good one.
When have I ever let you down?'

'You'd let me, yourself and everybody who has ever been to bed with you
down if you played this. You can tell a mile off you're not gay and never
will be.'

'You didn't say that when I did the nude scenes on TV.'

'Yes, you were nude and straight - every time.'

'Well, I never was embarrassed at what I was asked to do. Somebody tells
me to strip and I get naked.'

'Really?' Noel suppressed a yawn. 'I don't see you stripped then and I've
been expecting you to do so since you walked in here.'

In anger, Andrew shot to his feet and the clothes began flying off, his
sweater, shirt, white T-shirt, trainers, grey socks, the familiar tan
trousers that Noel had mentally stripped him of so many times. No need
this time. Down they came over his sturdy hairy thighs to drop in a
rumpled pool at his feet. He was left in slightly greyish-white briefs
that had been worn and washed a little too often. Noel was gratified to
see the bulge of Andrew's softon and a few sprigs of his short and
curlies poking out of the legs of his briefs. Ensuring that he had Noel's
full attention Andrew made an attempt at seductive stripping, lowering
them to his knees, straightening up and letting the underpants flutter
down his calves to the ground.

'There you are. I know what tastes you have and I'm flashing you the
works.'

'You're showing me a ruddy great softon, darling, a shrivelled frightened
acorn of a prick. Hardly proves a thing.' Still he was enjoying the sight
of the soft prick and the elasticated lines left on his bare body, the
way his belly bulged a little too comfortably out from his waist, the
hairiness and slight sag of his tits. The strip was clearly unrehearsed.
And he was sweating. The tang from his damp pits and ;pubic bush
delighted Noel's nostrils. 'Turn round,' he suddenly ordered.

'Sure. Nothing that you and thousands of other viewers haven't seen
before.' His large beautifully shaped rump was turned towards him. Noel
stared at the rotund globes for an uncomfortably long time, thinking,
'Keep this up, and you're going to get fucked, darling boy.' What he said
aloud was, 'Bend over. Farther. That's it. Grab your ankles. Now hold it
while I inspect you.' Though he acted blasé about the cheeks parted wide
before him, Noel felt lightheaded with lust, leaning forward to study the
rosy wrinkled whrols of Andrew's exposed hole and the curly hairs
decorating his arse valley walls. As his nose got closer, Noel smelled
washed but undeodorised bum, pure virile straight bumhole, and his senses
reeled. 'OK, if you're so at ease about playing gay, tell me what you
call this.'

'What?'

Noel poked a finger at the delicious rosebud in front of his eyes, then
withdrew it to sniff his fingertip appreciatively, before poking it under
Andrew's nose. 'It's hardly in a fit state to be rimmed, but that will
come.'

'Rimmed? What's that?'

'My, we do have a lot to learn, don't we, dear? But let's not run before
we can mince. Give me the names you know it by.'

'Um ... anus, ring, anal sphincter.'

'This is not a medical conference, darling.'

'OK, Hole. Arsehole. Bumhole.' A long pause. 'Shithole, I suppose.'

'How very uncouth,' Noel sneered. 'You've probably done nothing more than
shit through it for your entire life. If you were really gay, you'd have
had plenty of use of it as a FUCKHOLE. Get it? If you've never been
fucked, then you are going to make a lousy Edward. He gets a red-hot
poker up his fucker. How can you know the difference if you've never had
even a warm prick shoved up it?'

'I bet I can do it.'

Settling into the trap nicely, Noel grinned out of sight. 'Off you go and
treat yourself to a shower, my lovely. Pay particular attention to your
hole. I want it kissing sweet for your lesson in gay love. Before you go,
let's have a quick sniff at your foreskin.'

Andrew straightened up, turned round and presented his cock and balls to
Noel. His cock was gratifyingly plumper, his balls fuller and bouncier.
Noel rolled back the foreskin. 'My, how very manly,' he simpered. 'Stale
piss and maybe a trace of dried cum. Just the way you should smell. Let
me kiss you on the sweaty head before you wash this delicious whiff of
man away.'

Andrew was shocked at the speed with which his cock was devoured all the
way to the bush. He was going to protest but thought it would weaken his
case if he did. Besides, it was a great blowjob, better by far than any
girlfriend had ever done for him. He blushed to feel his cock stiffening
and growing. 'My my, what virility,' Noel mocked as he leaned back to
survey the now pulsating prick. 'I'm beginning to think you're queerer
than you seem.' Andrew started to protest but then realised that he was
turning the argument in his favour. Noel returned to guzzle some more
cock, Andrew leaning back and sticking his hardon out to his tormentor.

'That's quite enough of that,' Noel said as he liberated the cock from
his mouth suddenly. 'Off to the shower.'

He amused himself during Andrew's shower by picking his briefs from the
floor and inhaling deeply at crotch and arse. The smell was heavenly in
both areas, so sharp and pissy in the crotch, so bummy where his crack
had rested. They were quite tight because so small and must have ridden
up crevice and perineum when Andrew was giving them ordinary wear, never
dreaming they were to be minutely inspected by the biggest pervert he
knew.

He came back looking more calm and younger, less angry, than before. Just
ravishing, Noel thought. So very straight and innocent. And yet so eager,
as he beheld the half swollen cock which he suspected the actor had been
playing with in the shower. 'Right. Up on the arms of this easy chair.
Knees wide, arse facing me. Now lean back and down as if you were going
to sit on a seat.'

'But there's no seat.' Andrew seemed apprehensive.

'Oh yes, there is, darling. My face.' With that, he pushed his nose into
the delightful ring and followed his approving sniff with a long loving
tongue-out. Andrew was trying to control himself, but his breathing
became more laboured, strangled cries began to be heard from his throat.
He began to wank his very stiff tool.'

'Now that is what they call a rim job, Andrew darling. Shall I stop?'

'Please don't. I - I - like it. A lot.'

Noel plunged his tongue in with renewed vigour, pausing in his assult on
the wanking actor only to lap at his hairy crevice and bite hard on the
manly cheeks. Andrew's eyes were closed, his tongue lolling out of his
slackened mouth. Suddenly Noel grabbed the stiff cock and pulled it hard
down between Andrew's thighs. He gasped in pain and to avoid damage to
his sabre-like dong he had to bend even further and thrust his arse
obscenely wide, higher and more exposed than before. The lips of his hole
began to gape apart, Noel found as he thrust one, then two fingers, up
that fuckhole of his, while he gobbled harder than before on thne uncut
prick and sometimes the sensitive ballbag. His fingers thrust in and up
the virgin rectum, Noel thrilling to the sensation of moist velvet from
the penetrated fuck channel against his fingers.

'Oh, oh, I love it. Don't ever stop. This is what I've been missing all
my life.'

Noel chose precisely that moment to cease plunging up his arsehole and
swallowing his hardon whole.

Andrew blinked in surprise with a hint of annoyance returning to him.
'Look, I'm gay OK? I'm a good learner and I love what you are teaching
me.'

'You're no more gay than when you were sharing a wank with that other
schoolboy. No, you have a far bigger lesson to learn.'

'Go on. I'll do whatever you want,' Andrew's brown eyes seemed to plead
while Noel's thoughts were fixated on his third brown eye.

'You will get fucked and like it if you're to change my mind.'

'Whatever you say.'

'No, you are only agreeing cos you want the part. You have to want to get
fucked before I'll be convinced.'

'I really do want it - to be fucked, I mean. Please fuck me. I need it so
badly.'

'Oh, I'm not sure.'
'
'Please,' Andrew pleaded, bending nearly double and thrusting his
arsehole at his teacher.

'Well, alright, but you're going to have to fuck yourself. I'll lie back
on the table when you have placed a condom on my prick, then you will do
all the work while I relax.'

'Anything you say,' Andrew assented a little too eagerly.

Once Andrew had carefully and tenderly clothed Noel's twitching hardon in
rubber, Noel watched him crouch over him, facing him. 'No the other way,
love, so I can inspect you properly.'

He switched directions and let Noel watch him applying gunk to his
exposed red hole and finger fuck himself experimentally. He then held
Noel's hardon in his fingers and proceeded to stuff it slowly, inch by
painful inch, up his virgin bottom. When it was all the way in, he gasped
with the sensation of being stuffed full.

'Turn around to face me but keeping my cock, in your fuck channel. Any
slipping out and you're back to square one.'

Andrew painstakingly swivelled round till his feet were on either side of
Noel's body and then he began to bounce up and down, bravely accepting
his impalement before that turned to fuck pleasure. Noel put his hands
behind his head, looking almost bored as Andrew went wild, riding up the
shaft and jamming hard down.

'If you're as homosexual as you seem to be now, let's have a bit of
expression. You look like dead mutton shagging yourself so mechanically.'

Andrew almost fell forward, jamming his mouth on to Noel's, .letting him
lick the saliva from his famous liver lips, thrusting his tongue into his
mouth to be sucked dry. 'I love it, I just love it,' he sobbed, thrusting
his arse all the way down the shaft. More quietly, he admitted, 'I love
you for what you have done for me.'

'Let's not get carried away,' the bitchy agent remarked drily. 'I've come
into the condom teat so you can climb off.'

Andrew desperately needed to come. He shoved all the fingers of his left
hand up his twitching hole while he wanked in frenzy squattng in front
of his tormentor's face. Noel kindly replaced Andrew's hand with his
entire fist and lunged into the ravaged rectum as Andrew bucked and swore
and emptied his balls into Noel's mouth and down his throat.

'You can get the part now ...'

'Wha ... what part?' Andrew seemed dazed.

'But only when you've proved you're not a one-fuck wonder. I'm asking
some pals over to get use of your arse tomorrow afternoon. When they have
all fucked you in turn, you may have given me proof of your change of
heart.'

'Yes, sir, whatever you say, sir.'


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