Date: Sat, 05 Feb 2022 16:42:45 +0000
From: edgarfriendly21 <edgarfriendly21@protonmail.com>
Subject: The casting couch surfer

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The casting couch surfer
"Dad! Look!" The boy projected well as he pointed at the wall of my
office.

"What is it son?" I read the fathers line from the script.

"The water! Oh my god the water!" He was giving it his all, I could see
it in his eyes, "See how it's going out like that?!"

"Yeah... I do. What does that mean?" I look at his reflection in the
mirror behind him. He has a nice butt in those jeans.

"We gotta get off the beach now!" The boy turned to look at me, his eyes
alive with fear, "I think a tsunami is coming!"

"And scene!" I put the script down on the couch I was sat on and look at
him, "Well thank you Jackson. That was a great read. We'll be in touch."

Jackson smiled, "Cool. Thanks Mr. Cole." The twelve year old turned and
walked to my door while I looked longingly at my lunch of croissants,
butter and jam that had been sat on my desk for the better part of two
hours. God I was starving and couldn't wait for him to leave which is why
I was a little pissed when he stopped and turned back to me, his hand on
the door knob, "Mr. Cole?"

"Hmm?" I rip my eyes away from the food I so want to eat, "Yes?"

"Is there anything... I mean... was that good? Could I have done anything
better?" He asked. These boy actors, they always doubt their performance.

I told him the truth, "Well you got the projection down but I guess there
could have been a little more fear in your voice. Other than that you
were great."

He nodded as he took on my notes and thought for a second, "Okay...
alright then. Thanks again Mr. Cole." He opened the door and walked out.

"No problem." I call after him as the door slowly closes behind him,
"Phew!" That was the last one and now I can finally eat.

I stand up and approach my desk. Pressing the button on the intercom I
address my receptionist, "Shelly? Jackson Flight was the last audition
today right?" I let go of the button and awaited her response.

"Yes Mr. Cole." Shellys voice crackled through the speaker.

Pressing the botton again, "Okay great. Well then you get on home then.
Enjoy your weekend and I'll see you Monday."

"Thank you Mr. Cole. You have a good one." She answered.

Standing alone in my office I breathed a deep sigh and stretched. It has
been a long day. Fourteen boys read for that part and it has been
exhausting not least because I have been so hungry throughout. The first
boys turned up early interrupting my lunch. They think it gives a good
impression, shows commitment or something like that. It doesn't. It
pisses me off that you stopped me from eating. I would be more angry but
the neverending cavalcade of cuteness is something I wouldn't trade for
the world. I went through them in my head as I ate.

'Hmm... Jason Thorne. Twelve. He's got the look we want, blonde surfer
type boy. He's native Californian too so that's a plus. His acting does
need work though... '

I cut my croissant with the knife and spread some butter from the dish on
it while picking up the headshot of the next boy, 'Max Maxwell... God
these stage names are stupid these days... thirteen. He was good but that
brown hair and those freckles... We could dye the hair but the freckles
would need makeup and I can't see the producers stretching for that.
Especially with the swimming scenes... Nah.'

I throw his headshot aside and reach for the next one, 'Bobby O'Neil.
Twelve. He was good. He's got the hair and face for it too... I suspect
he might be hiding a few rolls under his shirt though. I know this
director and he only wants slim, fit boys. This boy is a little too
chubby for the role. Next.'

Putting the last of my croissant in my mouth I pick up the next headshot,
"Darren Shaw. I liked him. He was damn good and really sold the
performance. He is blond but has his hair cut short. I'm sure he would
grow it out if we ask him to. Hell these kids would do anything for a
role-'

I am knocked out of my thoughts by the noise of the door to my office
being closed. I turn towards it and see noone there. I then look to my
left to see the boy standing by my couch and holding the script I had
left there. He didn't stop reading until I addressed him, "Uhh excuse
me?"

He looked up at me, "Sup dude."

I regarded the boy for just a moment. Long blond hair sat atop his head
cascading down over his sunglasses. He was wearing board shorts and a
t-shirt with a surfer riding a wave emblazoned on it. His long smoothe
legs ended in feet with no socks in sandals, the beginning of fuzz just
above them, "What are you doing here?"

"This is Cole's casting right?" He spoke in your typical Californian
accent.

"It is." I reply.

"Well I'm here to audition man."

I look at my desk and across all the headshots for the boys I had seen
today, "Err... I don't have any of your information here... "

"That's cool." He waved his hand, "I can fill you in."

"Well I-"

"Brandon Tate. I'm thirteen and from Venice beach." He looked at the
cross made with masking tape on the floor, "Stand there for the read
right?" He threw the script back down on the couch and walked to stand
where all the boys had stood before him to audition for the role.

I don't like surprises. I run a tight ship and like everything to be
planned out so to have this impromptu audition was not normal. I had half
a mind to tell the kid no right then and there but there was something
about him... He has the look. I mean it's uncanny, it's like he looked
into my mind and saw who I wanted and just became it. I sigh, "Fine." I
walk over to the couch and pick up the script. I scan the lines on the
page, "Okay... So we'll take it from the top." I turn and sit down before
looking up at him again, "So Brandon whenever you're rea-" I freeze as my
eyes behold the boy. He has removed his shirt and sunglasses and thrown
them to the floor. My god his body! Its perfect. His chest is quickly
developing into the muscular chest of a surfer, his shoulders are wide
and his arms show the muscles that have come from years of swimming and
carrying surfboards. His smooth belly has the ripples of what will one
day be a six pack above a V shape of his hips leading down to his crotch
area still hidden by his shorts, "... Uhh... " I can see the reflection
of his perfect back in the mirror behind him, that and what I can now see
is a big beautiful bubble butt in his board shorts.

He looks at me curiously with brilliant blue eyes, "You okay?"

"Huh? Oh yeah! Yeah I'm... I'm fine... ahem! Err... why did you... take
off your shirt?"

"It's a beach scene right?" He asks.

"Yeah."

"Well I never wear my shirt at the beach." He tells me, "When me and my
bros are surfing we wear wetsuits but just on the beach it's always
shorts only." This explanation made perfect sense. It was good for the
role too, he would be shirtless for most of the movie.

"Huh... Okay then. From the top if you please." He just stands there
looking at me, a little knowing smile beginning to form on his face, "In
your own time."

One last half smirk from him before he says, "Okay." He shakes his arms,
hands, legs and head. He closes his eyes and buries his face in his
hands. When his arms fall back to his sides he looks up at the wall to my
office with a smile, "Man... Look at that view!"

"I know. Really something right?" I read the fathers line.

"I'll say." He turned to me, "Thanks for bringing me here dad." I open my
mouth to read the next line but he continues, "I know... I know it must
be hard. I know grandpa brought you here all the time and... well I know
you miss him alot so it must be hard coming back here."

A little improvisation huh? Okay, I'll play along, "... Oh that's...
that's okay son. I'm just glad I could share this place with you."

"I know it was special for you guys and... well... maybe now it can be
special for us too?" The hope in his eyes is real. Goddam...

I can't help but react to his acting. He is very good, "I'm sure it will
be son. I'm sure it will b-"

"Whoa!" He shocks me by jumping up and towards me, hitting something out
of the air. He angrily looks over at my potted plant in the corner of my
office, "Hey guys! Be careful! We're talking here!" I actually looked
over to see the people he was talking to before remembering we are still
in my office. I look up at him, "Those yahoos nearly hit you with that
volleyball." He frowned at me.

Holy shit he is selling this, "...ahh... Well they're... they're just
having fun son. I'm sure they didn't mean it."

He looked at the potted plant again, still frowning, "Hmmm... okay... "
He looks back over to the wall, "It really is so beautiful here dad...
and look at the surf!"

Okay we're back on script, "Oh yeah! The water's great. The waves can hit
twelve feet sometimes. This is where your grandpa taught me to surf."

"Think we got time to catch a few waves?" He asked.

"Well... I did promise your mom we would be back by five... " I look at
his face and my heart melts. I have never seen such puppy dog eyes in all
my years of doing this. Jesus he could ask me for a kidney with that look
and I'd say yes, "...buuuut maybe just a few." I smile at him.

His pearly whites dazzle me as his smile makes him take on the form of an
angel, "Awesome! Thanks da-" He stops. A curious look replaces his happy
expression.

"Son you okay?" I filp the page.

"What's that?" He looks around.

"What's what?"

"That... that noise..." He peers into the distance far beyond the wall of
my office, "You don't hear that?"

I almost fucking do! "Hear what?"

"Something's... wrong..." He stands there for a moment before saying, "Oh
my god... Dad! Look!" He points showing the very beginnings of a tuft of
hair under his armpit.

"What is it son?"

"The water! Oh my god the water!" His eyes were wide, "See how it's going
out like that?!"

"Yeah... I do. What does that mean?"

"We gotta get off the beach now!" Brandon reached out and grabbed my
wrist, his eyes terrified as he looked into mine, "I think a tsunami's
coming!"

I believe him, "... ... Oh! Err... scene!"

Brandon lets go of my wrist and stands there waiting for my appraisal of
his performance, "How was that?"

"That was... " The best fucking acting I have ever seen, "That was great.
You umm... You got some real talent kid." He frowns, "What's up?"

"You're just saying that." He looks down at the floor, he is clearly
disappointed in himself.

"No really I mean it. It was a great performance and I loved your improv.
You really sold it."

"Sooo... " He looked at me hopefully, "Did I get it?"

Fuck yeah, "Well we'll be in touch."

Sadness evident on his face, "That just means no."

"No! No really we will." I can't stand to see him sad, "I'm not allowed
to say right here who will get the role but I can promise you, you have
got a really great chance!" If by great chance I mean one hundred and ten
percent.

"Hmmm... " He eyes me up and down for a second, "Is there anything... "
Here it comes, the question they all ask, 'Could I have done anything
better?' Even an incredibly talented boy like this doubts himself, "...
anything at all that I could do... " He walks over to the couch and
stands right in front of me, "... to help you make your decision?" He
grins at me as I struggle to keep my eyes off of the lump in his shorts.

He didn't ask that how I expected him to, "Umm... err... what... what do
you mean?" His grin widening, "You mean in your performance? No honestly
that was a perfect read and-"

I stop mid sentence as the boy takes me by surprise by getting onto the
couch, his legs bent underneath him either side of mine. He has straddled
my lap and wrapped his arms around my neck. He smiles as he brings his
face close to mine, "You know that's not what I mean." He brings his lips
to mine and I feel his tongue push into my mouth.

I am shocked as my tongue reacts automatically and we begin to make out.
I remember myself just a few seconds later, "Mmm!" I break the kiss, "No!
No we... we can't do this!"

"Why not?" Brandon still grinning.

"Because... this is... this is wrong!" I splutter.

"No... " He brings his face back in, "... this is Hollywood." Again he
kisses me. God he tastes good. All boy and bubblegum. My dick is quickly
becoming rock solid-

"Mmm!" I grab him by the shoulders and push him back, "No! No I don't
want to do this!"

He looks at me with one eyebrow raised, "Really? Your mouth says that
but... " His hand travels down to my crotch and feels my hard shaft
through the fabric of my pants, "... your cock says otherwise." Again he
plants his lips firmly on mine as his hand unzips my zipper and the
button of my pants. He pulls down on the hem of my boxers freeing my
large cut cock from its cotton prison. It springs forward in anticipation
of being used for its true purpose. Precum is leaking from the head which
Brandon uses to tease me with his fingers. He breaks the kiss this time
to look me in the eyes as he brings his fingers to his mouth to taste the
precum now on them. He sucks his fingers clean, "Mmm... " and smiles at
me, "Tasty."

He rips open my shirt, a few buttons flying off in various directions. He
pinches one nipple and sucks hard on the other. Holy fuck this is the
hottest moment of my life, "I... we... " He slips his body down my legs
and off the couch, kneeling on the floor between my open knees. He takes
my cock in his hand and smiles up at me one last time before bring his
face to my cortch and sucking the bulbous head into his mouth,
"Hoooohhhhfffuuuck!" I can't bring myself to resist as his tongue teases
the sensistive tip of my dick. In a few moments he sucks more of my dick
into his hot, wet mouth and begins to bob his head up and down, taking
more and more of my ten inches as he does. If he keeps going like this
much longer I will soon be slipping right down his throat. My cock has
never been this hard in all my life-

He stops and stands up, "Wait right there." Still holding my gaze he
backs away and puts his thumbs in the hem of his board shorts in which I
can now see the obvious signs of his own erection, a small wet patch at
what must be the head betraying his own precum. I watch as he pulls them
down and his hard cock springs forward standing to attention. I have
always loved prominent tan lines on a boy and he doesn't disappoint.

As his shorts fall from his hips and down his legs I admire his package.
I look at his large balls hanging low below his hard dick of six inches
that begins with his shaft rising out of a tuft of his first pubic hair
and ending with the sheath of his uncut cock. He still has his foreskin,
a surprise to see on a Californian boy. I look at the reflection of his
ample butt in the mirror behind him and he follows my gaze before turning
back to me with a smile. I am breathing hard as he asks me, "You like
what you see huh?"

I know I should say no. I know I should put a stop to this right now
but... all I can manage to say is, "... Oh... oh fuck... "

"I'll take that as a yes." He smiles and looks at my desk. He looks at me
with a grin before approaching my lunch. He picks up the butter dish and
walks back to the cross on the floor and turns to face me once again. He
holds the dish in his left hand while his right digs into the yellow
substance it holds. He takes a dollop of the stuff in hand and reaches
behind himself and down to his beautiful ass.

"Oh my god!" I can't help saying as he rubs the butter in between his
butt cheeks. He is very well aware that I can see what he is doing in the
mirror behind him. His mouth opens and he breathes deep as I watch a
finger disappear up inside him, "Oh my fucking god!" He never takes his
eyes off mine.

With his asshole sufficiently covered in the butter I can see is quickly
melting in the heat between his cheeks he approaches me and lowers
himself between my knees, "Now you." He again covers his right hand in
butter before gripping my achingly hard cock and rubbing.

"Hmmm!" My noise isn't voluntary as he coats my member with the slippery
stuff. I watch him watching himself cover my manhood. He must have been
satisfied my dick was ready since he threw the dish to the side and once
again straddled me.

He brings his face close to mine, "Look in my eyes." He orders me. I
comply as i feel his buttery hand on my cock again, guiding the head to
its inevitable destination. As I feel my dick at his hole he pushes his
bodyweight down and I slip inside him, "Hnnngggrrrr." His noise is
gutteral as my dick invades his asshole. With a couple of inches in he
can let go of my dick and brings his buttery hand up to my mouth, "Lick
it."

I am no longer in control of this situation. That much is clear. Was I
ever? I don't care. I follow the boys orders and immediately begin
licking his hand clean. He begins to fuck my mouth with his fingers as he
slowly but surely pushes himself further down my shaft, "Aahhhh... " I
moan through the salty taste of the butter.

"... okay... okay that's enough." He takes his hand away and looks into
my eyes, "Kiss me." I do as I am told and soon our tongues are wrestling
in our mouths. He moans into my mouth as my dick is buried almost balls
deep in his bowels. I moan into his as I feel myself entering the hot,
tight embrace of his perfect ass. With one final push I feel his butt
cheks hit my thighs, "Mmmm... " He moans into my mouth before breaking
our kiss to say, "You're all in. Good job. Now just sit there and lemme
do my thing."

I am shivering as my reply comes in the form of a single shuddering word,
"... o... o k k kay." He holds the power here. He owns me. I am his and
will do whatever he says.

Brandon closes his eyes as he begins to move his hips. His breathing is
heavy but steady as he uses his legs to lift himself a little then lets
himself drop back down on my dick, "Hmmm... " A smile spreads across his
face, "...yeah... yeah just like that... " He isn't speaking to me as he
begins to ride my cock with more force, "Uhhhhyeah... ung! Get it up
there! ... Hmmm ffffuck yeah!"

"Ohhh... Oh g g god!" This is incredible. I've never felt anything like
this. It is as if joy itself was something real, something tangible and
my cock is currently buried in it. I bring my hand up ro touch the face
of this angel-

"No!" He slaps my hand away and looks at me angrily, "I told you to just
fucking sit there and that's what you're gonna do!" He leans forward and
places his head next to mine, wrapping his arms around my neck. He
changes his movement so his hips are doing all the work.

As he increased speed to full force fucking I look at us in the mirror.
His ass bouncing up and down on my hard shaft which repeatedly disappears
up inside his tight hole, melted butter covering his butt cheeks and my
dick. He was basically twerking on my cock, "Oh god! Oh... oh my god!"

"Don't you fucking dare cum yet!" He groweled in my ear, "I want a good
fuck outta you!"

I whimper, "I... I... " I had no words.

He continued to ride my dick like a champ, "Oh fuck yeah! Come on!" He
was really slamming his ass against my crotch.

"I... I c c can't... " I gasp as I feel it rising, the pleasure. It's
coming and I know it.

"Oh yeah! Hmmm! Fuck yeah!" He wasn't listening.

"Oh god... p p please... " I beg.

"Hunnngggggrrrrr... Oh just... ahhh just a little more!" He says as he
again increases the speed at which he is fucking himself with my dick.
This is the hardest he has pounded his butt against my crotch, "Al...
almost there! Fffuuuccckkk!"

"Oh fuck! Oh god I... I c c can't! Oooohhhhhh!" I shout as my climax hit
s me hard, "Ahhh! Ahhh! Ahhh!" I am cumming inside him. He doesn't stop.
He keeps riding me. My climax having come and gone it is becoming too
much, "S s stop... p p please stop!"

"Shut up!" Came his response as he leans back with his hand holding on to
my shoulder. He looks up to the ceiling as his other hand wraps around
his cock and begins rubbing furiously, "Oh yeah! ... Fuck yeah!" His
bouncing continues just as hard.

"Please!" I beg as tears form in my eyes, "I c c can't!" The pleasure has
now gone. I sob and whine as he continues to ride me hard. There is
nothing I can do. I am his to do with what he wants. This torture
continues for what seems like an eternity, "Aaahhh!
Aaaaaaahahahahahaaaaaaaaa!"

He continues to rub his own hard cock with vigour, "Oh yeah! Oh yeah!
Ohhhh fuck yeah!" With one final slam down on my poor dick he freezes up,
every muscle in his body tenses as hot spurts of sweet boy cum erupt from
his cock. The first jets hitting me in the face, "Ahh! Ahh!" The next my
chest, "Ahh!" And the last couple landing on my belly, "Ahh! Ahh!" We
remain still like that for a moment, the only sounds in the room his
breathing and my quiet sobbing before he collapses on top of me panting.
My tears fall on his shoulder as I continue to weep, thankful he has
stopped.

I don't know how long we stayed like that, me trapped inside and under
him as his breathing slowed down. Once he recovered from what must have
been and incredible orgasm he sat up and looked at me with a smile,
"Phew! Thanks. I needed that." He took one of my tears on his finger and
tasted it, "Mmm. Hey don't cry. You did great. Now I just gotta... " I
watched in the mirror as he lifted himself off of me, my red raw and now
soft cock slipping out of his boy hole all covered in butter and cum.
Once standing he reached down and took my dick in his hand causing me to
flinch, "Aww. Poor lil guy is all tuckered out." I watch him walk over to
my desk, his butt cheeks glistening and he grabs some tissues from the
box there before stuffing his butt crack with them. He then proceeds to
put his clothes back on. Once fully dressed he looks at me as he puts on
his sunglasses, "Okay. I gotta go. Me and a few of the guys wanna catch
some waves." He walks towards the door.

I break out of the trance he has had me in, "Wait!" He stops and turns to
look at me, his hand on the door knob, "How... Err how-"

"How'd you do?" He interrupts me, "You were fine I guess. Would be better
if you had a little more stamina but I got there so that's the main
thing."

This kid is actually giving me notes on my performance, "No! No I mean
how do I contact you?" He just stares, "For the role... If you get it."

A smile spread across his face and I am shocked by the change in his
accent which has now become very British, "Oh. You got me haha. I ain't
an actor. I don't even know how to surf. I didn't come here for a part in
some film." He opens the door and walks out calling back, "I got what I
came for."

He leaves my office and my life forever. I sit there with two thoughts in
my mind, 'Not an actor? Bullshit! There goes the greatest actor I have
ever seen...

... and the best lay I will ever have.'


AUTHORS NOTE: Hey all. I know this one is short. I was having a
conversation with a new friend who told me about his first experience and
how he and his partner used butter as lube. It sounded hot and this idea
wouldn't go away until I wrote it. I hope you enjoyed this little bit of
fun. Have a great day x

Edgar Friendly