Date: Sun, 3 Jun 2018 16:44:25 -0700
From: vereinington@secmail.pro
Subject: The Agent (Gay - Adult/Youth)

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THE AGENT

With a final energetic thrust, Aidan's fourteen-year-old cock completed its
passage into young Jules' innards. The prone eleven-year-old, lying face
down on my office couch, had his head buried in a throw pillow, with
another pillow propping up his mid-section to make it easier for Aidan to
penetrate him.

The Jonathan Adler throw-pillows under Jules had cost me $175 each.  I
hoped he didn't ruin them, but I didn't want to stop the natural flow of
the boys' activities to rescue my office decor.

Jules' straight blond hair hung over his face, obscuring his expression,
but I could tell by his diligent exhalations that he was still getting
used
to the sensation. Aidan knelt over Jules, his ass muscles frozen and
clenched as they held his groin as deep as it could go. After a few
seconds
they relaxed and I could see a few inches of his six inch hard cock as it
retreated, only to resume the journey deep into Jules' ass. Aidan had a
small tuft of pubic hair above his cock, darker brown than the unruly hair
on his head which burst in every direction from his scalp, the chestnut
brown curls threatening to overwhelm his pretty, almost girlish face.

Tired of kneeling over Jules, Aidan leaned forward and pressed his body
against the younger boy's back without interrupting his in-and-out rhythm.
Aidan nuzzled the smaller boy's nape and began licking the tiny blond
hairs on the back of his neck.

I stood over the coffee table in front of the couch with one knee on the
table top to support myself as I documented the action on a small digital
camera. After Aidan had completely penetrated Jules I moved to the couch
side of the coffee table just inches from the boys' naked bodies and
continued to take pictures. I could smell the boys. Aidan's lean, taut
body,
sun browned even in the California winter, smelled like Axe Body Spray.
Young Jules smelled like a preteen boy, an odor that I would describe as
a bit of milk and a bit of musk. Jules' skin was lily white with a
smattering
of light freckles on his face and shoulders. He was smaller, smoother and
lighter than the boy on top of him. There wasn't a lot of untanned skin on
Aidan, only a small speedo-shaped patch, and even that was darker than
Jules' creamy white flesh.

It was important that my boys either stayed out of the sun completely or
kept an even tan over as much of their bodies as they could. Kale and
Keith,
thirteen-year-old twins who were two of my top earners, even tanned in the
nude so there wouldn't be an issue if they were modeling underwear or
swimwear. Though they hadn't been modeling recently, having secured a
spot on an ABC sitcom, they continued their naked sunbathing habit. I
noticed it last week when I gave them consecutive blowjobs. I don't know
if it's all in my head, but a tanned cock just feels and tastes different.

My own erect cock was confined by my Armani suit trousers and sheer  white
Andrew Christian Euro-briefs. I wanted to let it free but I didn't want to
freak out Jules, who was had already racked up a heap of new experiences
this afternoon. Nevertheless, my horniness got to me and I grabbed Aidan's
right butt cheek with my left hand. I kneaded his glutes and caressed his
airless ass crack. The stimulation caused him to increase the speed and
fury
of his thrusting. I put the camera down and directed my full attention to
the  boys' lower bodies. I gently pulled on Aidan's balls, then spread
Jules' cheeks  apart, feeling Aidan's hard, lubricated shaft as it rubbed
past my fingers, in, then out, then in, then out. Kneeling against the
side of the couch, I got even  closer to the boys, then overcome by lust,
I thrust my tongue into the cleft  of Aidan's butt and dug into his
asshole. I had to work hard to keep on task since his wild bucking hips
threatened to dismount my face from his ass like a bronco throwing a
rider.

Now imagine: you are a fourteen-year-old boy with your six inch cut cock
up a tight, moist ass, your body lying on top of a smooth warm boy, your
asshole being probed by an insistent, adept tongue. How long would you
last?

My guess: exactly as long as it took Aidan. Not even 30 seconds after I
started rimming the boy, his ass clenched tight on my face as his groin
thrust  deep, deep into Jules' insides and stayed there. After a couple
minor  spasmodic heaves, Aidan withdrew from Jules, his slippery red cock
fully spent.  Tiny rivulets of cum snaked down Jules' hairless taint and
balls onto my throw  pillow. I knew it was probably a lost cause, but I
was going to try to wash it off  later.

Aidan stood up, ready to leave the scene. I put a hand on his thigh to
stop him. His cock head, shiny and still engorged, looked too inviting to
let go. I wrapped my hand around his shaft and directed his cockhead
toward my mouth, giving it a few sucks and licks. He had just cum, so I
knew he wasn't getting much pleasure from the act. I let go of him and
pushed him on his way, playfully swatting his pert ass as he headed toward
the bathroom.

Jules stayed in position, lying on his stomach with his ass hoisted up on the
pillow. His expression was a mix of relief, wonder, embarrassment and pride.

"How was that?" I asked.

"Good," he said quickly, with a boy's usual lack of embellishment.

"No really, you can be honest with me. Did you like it?" I probed.

"Well, parts of it, but I don't see what the big deal is about getting
fucked,"
Jules said. I could hear the tiniest undercurrent of a French accent - the
boy had
moved to L.A. from Paris when he was six.

"Some guys like it a lot, some don't." I continued. "Aidan was really more
focused
on his pleasure than yours. Let me try something."

I put my index finger up to Jules' ass. The mix of lube and cum and the
relaxed
state of his hole made it easy to gain access. I explored a little and
found his
prostate, which I teased with my finger tip. Jules breathed deeply and
shuddered.

"Why don't you turn over?" I suggested. Jules rolled over and I removed
the pillow
he'd been propped up on. I pushed his legs up toward his chest and sat on
the couch
where I would have comfortable access to his lower body. His uncut cock
was limp. I
was close enough to see a few tiny straight hairs just emerging from his
pubic area.
His cock and balls were sizeable for an eleven-year-old. I wondered if his
baby-makers were producing sperm yet.

I resumed my exploration of his ass with my finger. As I grazed his
prostate I saw
his cock twitch. I continued to lightly massage the hidden magic spot he
hadn't even
known existed and watched his penis gradually expand until it was rock
solid and
pointing at his belly button. Jules closed his eyes and threw his had
back. I looked
at his long graceful neck and heavy eyelashes, features I'd noticed the
very first
time his mother had brought him to my office.

While my left hand ministered to his ass, my right hand began to caress
his taut
balls. My fingers teased their way up his cock until finally I was
stroking its
length. His moist helmet appeared on the downstroke and disappeared on the
upstroke.
Jules' chest heaved in and out as he took deep, long breaths and his groin
thrust
upwards gently with each stroke.

Aidan came back into the room and slumped into my Eames lounge chair to
watch. He
was wearing a tight tank top and nothing else. His cock was in that
post-coital
stage where it's still somewhat engorged but not hard. It looked like he
had wiped
off in the bathroom.

I continued my work on Jules. His breathing got heavier and his hard cock
started
twitching in my hand. I knew he was close to an orgasm. I
abandoned his erection and  caressed his thighs to cool him off for a bit,
but he
was already too far along. He expelled a large breath and I felt his ass
clench on
my finger, then his hard cock bucked several times and dribbled a few
drops of thin,
clear semen onto his groin.

"That was better," Jules said in a whisper.

"What do you think, Aidan?" I asked. "Is Jules ready to join the club?"

"Yep, he's in," Aidan answered.

I told Jules to clean up and get dressed. While he was in the bathroom I
took a
couple pictures of Aidan on the lounge chair, naked except for a small
tank top,
with one leg pulled up and one leg gracefully reclining. After a few shots
I told
him to get dressed so I could take the boys home.

We left my offices on Wilshire Boulevard and headed east in my Jaguar S
type, which
is what all the agents seemed to be driving in 2003. My office was on a
stretch of
the Miracle Mile that housed a lot of acting and modelling agencies. Some
of them
were world famous and had hundreds of agents, but my office only had two
agents and
four assistants. I was one of the agents and the owner of the firm, which
bore my
name. We were a niche agency, specializing in boys and girls under the age
of 18. I
represented most of the boys at the company, though I did have a couple
younger
sisters of established boys on my roster. My business partner Susan
represented most
of the girls at our agency. Stage parents tended to be more comfortable
with a
female agent representing their girls, and I was happy to keep it that way.

I'd started the firm fifteen years earlier, after a brief stint as a casting
director at Fox. Before that I had been a child actor myself, so I had a good
insight into how the business worked. I had worked steadily but never
became a household name, though at 13 I had a recurring part on a popular
family drama and
had enough recognition to be featured in "Tiger Beat" and "Teen Beat"
magazines. For
a year I got over 300 fan letters a week from teen and preteen girls and the
occasional pervert. That year of stardom was the best year of my life.
Almost every
time I went out to a restaurant with my mom I'd end up signing an
autograph or two.
The almost daily sex I had with the casting director and production
assistant was
well worth the rewards that came from being on the show. And I was into
the sex, especially when we'd do a "fourtop," which is what the men called
it when they and I
and the lead boy in the show all had sex together. I had a massive crush
on the boy,
who was richer, more famous and more attractive than I. He wasn't into the
sex as
much as I was, but knew it was a necessary part of his career so he went
along with
it. As an actor, he knew how to put on a convincing show, which is all I
think the
two men really required.  After he left the industry the boy became a
Christian
pastor. Maybe he was trying to atone for his youthful sins.

I dropped Aidan off at his house above Lake Hollywood and reminded him of
his early
call on Monday morning. He was a regular on a Nickelodeon kids' show,
which afforded
him enough income to rent a small home in the hills above Hollywood that
he shared
with his mother.

After Aidan got out of the car, Jules took his place in the front
passenger seat. As we drove up the 101 we talked about the experiences of
that day.
I reminded him that what we did was an important, unspoken part of being
successful.
I asked him if he thought he would be ready to satisfy the important men
in the
entertainment industry if they asked. He assured me that he would do
whatever it
took. He'd been over to Aidan's house a couple times and had seen his
swimming pool
and all the pictures from magazines and the internet that Aidan's mom had
plastered
all over the walls of their house. Aidan wasn't a household name yet, but
young
girls and men who liked boys knew who he was. Jules wanted that too.

I dropped Jules off at his apartment in Universal City and reminded him
that he had
three auditions and a call back the following week. He lived in a complex
full of
wannabe child-actors, most of whom never made it. Those who were able to
establish
enough of a career to move out and up were looked upon with envy by those who
remained or gave up. I had guided several boys  out of that very apartment
complex,
and, regretfully had represented a couple kids who never made it, either
giving up
or moving back "home," which was usually somewhere outside of California.

I made sure Jules got inside the gates of his apartment and waved to him
as I drove
away. His ass looked really good in those light blue shorts he was
wearing. I had
high hopes for the kid. He was attractive, but he also had something else
about him,
a wild, barely suppressed energy that shone in his eyes and expressed
itself when he
spoke.

There were a ton of beautiful kids in LA trying to make it, but very few
had that
extra ingredient. I didn't even know what to call it, but it was something
I could
spot and manipulate in boys because I was a boylover. I had a special
ability to see
what others didn't, that element that was magnetic to viewers, that would
give a
little girl her first crush and special feeling inside her panties, or a
grown
pederast a warm glow in his groin and a dry mouth.

Because of my abilities to spot talent, my agency had a high rate of
success, and
stage parents clamored to have me represent their boys. And because I was
part of a
discreet group of men in Hollywood who knew about the special things a boy
might do
to advance his career with certain casting directors and producers, I also
had a leg
up on other talent agencies. Not every boy I represented was right for the
casting
couch. I could tease and develop those talents in certain boys and abandon
the idea
in other boys after spending just a few minutes talking to them. In fact,
my most
successful client ever hadn't been exposed to the world of man and boy
sex, despite
the fact that every boylover in Hollywood wanted to get into his pants. I
knew it
wasn't right for him and protected him from that. He went on to star in a
successful
sitcom before moving onto feature films and is still a household name,
even though
he's not working in the industry much anymore. He was a bright kid, and
knew what
was going on around him. Like a lot of young actors, he looked 12 when he
was 15 and
was a late bloomer. Soon after he turned 15 he gave me a blowjob out of
the blue
just to thank me. It was one of the most unremarkable sex acts I've ever
participated in but I appreciated it profoundly. I would rather have
sucked him but
I never got the chance.

I finally got back to my condo around 8:00 pm. I had a three bedroom unit
on the
33rd floor of a tower in Century City with unobstructed views toward the
hills of
Bel Air. It had been dark outside for a couple hours but I was surprised
when I
entered my apartment to complete darkness as well. Wasn't Kyle supposed to
be home?
I flicked on the lights.

"Surprise," said the quiet, mellow voice of an adolescent. It was Kyle, my
fourteen-year-old roommate, lying supine
across my Vladimir Kagan white leather sofa. He was wearing a pair of
white mesh
briefs and nothing else. He held up a Makers Mark Manhattan and I took it.


"Nice," I said. "Just the way I like it." I eyed him up and down overtly
and we both
laughed.

Kyle had been living with me for six months, an arrangement his mother
Nikki agreed
to when she met a new boyfriend. Kyle said his mother was a drug user, and
I had no
reason to believe otherwise. I'd first met Kyle and his mother at a
workshop for
aspiring young actors a year earlier and had been immediately taken with
Kyle's
appearance and self-confidence. Nikki was an attractive honey blonde with
big fake
tits. I talked to her and she agreed to send me his demo reel. I was
surprised to
learn he was 13 years old. I would have guessed he was a young 11. That
was a tick
in his favor, as boys who looked younger than their age were desirable in the
industry. The maturity and work habits of an older kid combined with the
looks and
innocent demeanor of a younger kid were a definite asset.

I had looked at Kyle's demo reel as soon as it arrived and I liked what I
saw. He
was a naturalistic actor, not a cheeky precocious ham who tried to imbue
every line
with fake energy.  On film he seemed like a real boy. His voice was at
that place
where his progression into puberty was
indeterminate - he didn't sound like a little boy, but he also didn't
sound like a
teenager. However, I was worried he might be a little too pretty. His head
of smooth
dark hair was almost too impeccable, and his bright blue eyes, dark
eyelashes and
full pink lips were symmetrically configured in perfect balance. A
smattering of
tiny dark freckles splashed across his nose and cheeks. Though his nose
was small
and upturned, his nostrils were rather large, which saved him from bland
perfection.


A couple of the scenes on his reel showed Kyle dancing. One number was a
jazz/hip
hop hybrid and the other was a lock and pop robot dance. In both
performances he
seemed graceful and self-assured. His body was slim and well proportioned,
and I
could see a curved and perky butt in some of his scenes. In one clip, set
at a
beach, Kyle was shirtless and wore rather short swim trunks. His smooth
tan chest
and legs were flawless. I thought I saw hints of a bulge in his mint green
trunks. I
paused the DVD and jerked off in my office. Afterward I had my assistant Sean
arrange a meeting.

A week later Kyle and Nikki arrived at my office. I tried to feel out
mother and
son: were they committed and willing to work as hard as was needed to make
a success
of Kyle's career?  Nikki launched into her life story. A former aspiring
actress
herself, she had turned her focus onto Kyle when she realized what a
magnetic young
man her son was turning into. At around nine years old she had started
taking him to
auditions and enrolled him in acting, singing and dance classes. Her whole
life the
past four years had been devoted to advancing Kyle's career, and she was
willing to
do whatever it took to make the kid a success in Hollywood.

I asked Nikki if I could talk to Kyle alone. She agreed and left for the
waiting room.

"Kyle, how do you feel about all this? Are you doing it because you love
it, or are
you doing it because it's what your mother wants you to do?"

"Both," he said. "I really want to have a career as a successful actor,
but I want
to make mom happy, too."  That was the right answer. No kid had ever told
me he was
doing it for his parents. In fact, the more insistent a kid was that he
was doing it
for himself only, the less I trusted his answer.

"Are there any things you want to stay away from in the industry?" I
asked. "Some
kids or their parents don't like them swearing, or doing adult-themed
scenes. Some
kids are only allowed to do things that are family friendly."

"Oh, no, I think I'm old enough to do just about anything," he answered.
"I want to
be like Jodie Foster. She did kids stuff, and played a
prostitute when she was twelve, and she was able to keep acting even when
she became
an adult.  Now she's directing. I'd like to do something like that."

I was impressed by the kid's ambitions. Jodie Foster was the exemplar to
all child
actors, the kid who could do it all and maintain a career into adulthood
without
being waylaid by substance abuse or the Hollywood lifestyle. But for every
Jodie
Foster there were ten thousand kid actors who didn't maintain a career into
adulthood. In fact, if I were to be honest, being a successful child actor
was one
of the most dangerous ways to grow up. The cemeteries, jails and
bankruptcy courts
of LA were filled with formerly successful kid actors. Sometimes I had
pangs of
guilt for being part of the machine that ate up and spit out young talent,
but I
knew that someone would be there to replace me if I quit the biz.

After our discussion I asked Kyle if he could get his mother from the
waiting room
so she and I could speak without him. She stepped into my office with a
hopeful
expression on her face. I motioned her to sit.

"You know, I'm not new to the business," she began. "I had to do things to
advance
my career, and I'd do those same things to help Kyle's career." She looked
me in the
eye and uncrossed her legs.

I was momentarily flustered by her bold offer. "Er, I think I know what
you're
saying, but that won't be necessary."

Her eyes didn't leave mine. Slowly they widened with recognition. "Oh,
right. OK,
well." She paused. "Kyle has been in the business long enough to know how
to advance
his career when necessary."

I tried to hide my shock. I'd met a lot of desperate stage parents, but
never had
one offered their child to me so directly. I'd had kids come on to me
outside of
earshot of their parent or guardian many times but this was a first.

"Well, I think I know what you're getting at, but that won't be
necessary," I said. Nikki's face dropped.

I continued. "I think Kyle has a lot of talent and that extra factor that
an actor
needs to make it in this business. I'd like to take him on as a client."

Nikki's face brightened. "That's wonderful news!" she said. We discussed the
specifics of how my representation worked and I told her my assistant Sean
would
send her a contract in a few days. She and Kyle left my office hand in hand,
practically bouncing as they walked out.

That had been a year ago. Since then, I had secured Kyle a big supporting
part in
major action blockbuster, and a meaty role in a quirky family drama by a
coveted
writer/director known for his quirky family dramas. Because of his high
profile
movie work, Kyle was offered a lot of guest parts on TV and we were even
in talks
with a network that wanted to develop a show around him.

The big action film that kickstarted Kyle's career was cast by a man I'd
worked with
many times in the industry. He was a connoisseur of young males and I knew
that Kyle
would make the eyes pop out of his head. Before the audition I met with
Kyle in my
office to discuss the delicate matter of tit-for-tat that might help him
get the
part.

"This role could be a career-maker," I explained to Kyle. "The thing is,
the casting
director might ask you to do certain things to convince him that you're
right for
the part."

"Uh huh," Kyle nodded.

"He might need to see you barely clothed or possibly unclothed," I went
on. "And he
might -"

Kyle jumped in. "Want me to suck his dick. I know how this works."

I raised my eyebrows at Kyle's forthright response. "So how do you feel
about that?"
I asked.

"I'll do what I have to do," he answered. "I bottomed to get the part in
that Minute
Maid commercial. And don't worry - I made him use a condom."

I had considered calling one of my other boys to tutor Kyle in the ways of
enticement, but the kid wouldn't be needing that.

The conversation had quickly taken an explicit turn. "Do you mind if I see
what
you've got?" I asked.

Kyle stood up and undid his belt buckle, then unzipped his jeans. He
pulled his
trousers and boxer shorts down to his ankles in one graceful move and
thrust his
hips forward. Jutting from his skinny body beneath his t-shirt was a
remarkable
piece of male equipment. Kyle, who was at most 5' 2", had a cock that
would make
most grown men envious. It was circumcised, half-erect and had to be close
to seven
inches already. Straight and narrow, it was crowned by the first dusting
of short
curly pubes.

"Sorry, all this sex talk was making me get hard," he apologized. He
looked me in
the eye and knew immediately what I was thinking about.

"You wanna suck it?" he asked.

I didn't answer, but stepped around my desk and advanced towards Kyle,
then took his
magnificent member in my hand. It quickly swelled to it's full length, a
taut,
straight rod. Kyle's smallish, hairless balls made it look even bigger.

"I have to know how big it is," I said. I leaned over my desk and grabbed
a clear
plastic ruler from my supply drawer. I held it parallel to
his cock with one end against his sparse pubes. "Just about... nine
inches. That's really impressive," I said earnestly.

I knelt in front of Kyle and took him into my mouth. I can normally
deep-throat a
cock but he was just a little too long. Nevertheless I lavished attention and
pleasure on the boy's dick. Kyle put his hands on the back of my head and
gently
mouth-fucked me.

After a few moments Kyle let go of my head and started pulling on my neck
tie to
undo it. "Let's get naked," he said.

It had been my experience that a high percentage of boy actors are gay or
bi, especially the singers and dancers. But Kyle's enthusiasm for male on
male sex went beyond anything I'd seen. I knew it would be a valuable
career enhancer.

Like many gay guys, I kept fit and tried to keep up my appearance. With my
full head of thick salt-and-pepper hair and "handsome actor" looks, I'd
never had to worry about attracting gay boys and twinks, but Kyle was more
emphatic about his desires than most boys I'd known.

Consumed by our lust, Kyle and I made love that afternoon. He let me fuck
him, lying on his back with his legs drawn up and looking into my eyes the
whole time. I worked his long, hard shaft like the gear shift on a five
speed and he spewed a few shots of milky cum onto his chest and belly. I
pulled out and ripped off my condom to cum on his belly, and mixed our
semen together with my hard cock as I recovered from my powerful orgasm.

Six months later, in the middle of his successful career trajectory,
Kyle's mother met a man and decided she wanted to move to Arizona. Kyle
called me crying. I was startled by the news. Neither Kyle nor I wanted to
snuff out the promise of his growing popularity.

After two restless nights I came up with the idea of becoming Kyle's legal
guardian. Nikki was amenable to the idea, but told me she had to get 50%
of the income he made from acting. I was able to talk her down to 25% by
reminding her that I would be taking care of his room and board. It was
still a steep price but less than most parents took from their successful
child actors.

I became Kyle's agent, stage-mom, lover and father. The relationship was
complicated, and there were times I had to tamp down my jealousy when I
knew Kyle had to put out to advance his career. Nevertheless, the
partnership paid off. Some of you might even recognize Kyle, right?