A Star is Fucked

“WOW! This kid has IT!” I thought to myself as I watched a young guy acting in an Off-Off Broadway production of A Streetcar Named Desire in the spring of 1982. It was in a small loft theater in the West 20’s, put on by the two recent NYU graduates who played Blanche and Stanley. It was a self-produced show, no doubt financed by their rich parents. They were GOOD but not ready for those roles. If you’re going to showcase yourself, pick something that shows off what you can do best.

 I know what I’m talking about. I’m Brooklyn-born Don Castellano, a 34-year-old casting agent with my own company, working out of a midtown Manhattan office. I’m a handsome, hung, gay total top, who likes to have sex with a selection of the young male prospective clients who show up at my office seeking representation. My desk has seen a lot of action.

 I also do the legwork of discovering new talent. I am invited to and go and sit through a lot of bad showcases in hopes of spotting someone young and marketable. This is how I really discover talent, by watching actors onstage. They did the work of getting there, memorizing lines and soldiering on through four weeks of rehearsals while working a day job. Most of the guys who come to my office are cute gay boy dreamers who couldn’t cut it. I set them straight, that they’d be more successful as whores. They were crazed to suck dick and get their asses fucked, they could get paid doing that, and benefit others, like me. I’m an agent after all.

 The rest of this cast were fine, they offered professional rote performances, nothing special. However, this young guy stood out. He played the small part of the newspaper delivery boy that Blanche seduces. While everyone else was acting their heads off he just WAS. So simple yet powerful, he had innate charisma.

 He was medium height, had short brown hair, piercing brown eyes, and had a slim though athletic build. His facial features were striking, his voice was neutral yet emotive. He was a masculine All American Boy who made my dick hard by looking at him, that is a key component of making it in the business. I could tell he was photogenic and would POP on screen in movies.

 From his bio in the program, I learned about him. Matt Henson was 18, and from rural Texas. He’d been in New York for three months and was studying at the American Place Theatre. This was his NYC stage debut, he’d auditioned for it from an ad in Backstage, the newspaper that posted casting notices.

 The play ended, I charged out of the theater and waited outside nearby. I didn’t want to disappoint the other cast members by not being appreciative of them. Eventually other audience members exited, then actors did so. The beaming Matt walked out, sensuously arm and arm with a sexy girl. Oh! He was straight! Even better! A welcome change from dealing with hopeless pixie doodle wannabees. Matt nicely filled out the front of his jeans with his bulging crotch, I’m sure he made his girlfriend quite happy in bed with what he was packing. 

 “Excuse me, I’m Don Castellano, I’m a casting agent, you were terrific” I said extending my hand. Matt gave me a firm masculine handshake.

 “Thanks so much!” he said in a manly voice as he grinned with his million-dollar smile. “This is my girlfriend, Daniela.”

 “Nice to meet you” I said, then to Matt, “Call my office and set up an appointment, I’d like to have a meeting with you, I have some ideas I’d like to discuss with you” I said handing him my business card.

 “Oh, that’s sounds great! Will do!” roared Matt.

 “Have a good evening” I said. The virile Matt with his hardon, his clacking big balls, and the nubile Daniela went off, to unwind and to fuck. I got a quick look at Daniela’s face, oh yeah. She had that satisfied expression of a chick who was getting banged regularly by a sexy young guy’s big dick. I was exhilarated and horned up.

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 I walked up 8th Avenue and got to Tully’s on 40th Street. It was an earthy gay hustler bar that was the obverse of the elegant Rounds on the East Side. Its clientele was more working class. It was packed with sleazy pimps, rough customers and hard-bitten cute boys working the room to get a trick to take to the next-door whore hotel, the Elk Inn, to service. I bought a drink and made my way through the throng of johns and whores. I got to a booth.

 “Hey! Don! Great to see you!” said Javier, a handsome mustached 25-year-old Puerto Rican American wearing a dark gray suit and light gray tie-less dress shirt, that showed off his dark chest hair. He was sipping tequila and smoking a Marlboro Red. I took a seat and put my Jack Daniels on the rocks on the table. I lit up a Camel.

 “Dale is working out?” I asked. Javier slid an envelope with 10 $100 bills to me, my bounty. Pimps and porn figures pay me a finder’s fee for sending them saleable boys I encounter in my line of work.

 "Oh, Delilah took awhile to get into the life, but she’s a good worker now…”

 Dale had been a cute 18-year-old who had mailed his headshot to my office, we’d had a meeting a week ago.

 Every afternoon, a mailman delivered a sack of envelopes containing dozens of black and white 8x10 headshots from aspiring hopefuls. My assistant culled through them, sending those from females and older men to junior agents, and passing on those from attractive young guys to me. If looking at a headshot made my dick hard, I’d have my secretary set up an appointment with the guy. Then there were the ones who showed up at the office without an appointment. If they were young cute guys, my secretary would have them wait in the reception area until I was free. It they weren’t, she’d politely allow them to leave their headshots in a bin, and politely send them on their way.

 I popped a boner looking at Dale’s headshot, he was obviously gay from his exaggerated smile and eyes that screamed he was hungry to suck dick.

 I’m into the clone look and constantly bang a lot of hot bottoms. Of course, I do. I am 6’ 2”, I worked out in the mornings, so I’m in great shape at 34. I wear tight button-fly jeans with no underwear and plaid shirts. My brown hair is cut short, and I have a mustache. My voice is deep and masculine. Oh, and I am hung. My cut dick is exactly eight inches and is real a beauty, I have a fine pair of big hairy swaying balls. I am irresistible and I knew it.

 At the meeting, Dale’s voice matched his look, he was a total queen. In person, he was cute but not a knockout. He was another waiter and would be actor who wasn’t going anywhere. You know my usual pitch, “I’m going to level with you kid, and be blunt, you’re too gay to be an actor. I can’t send you out on auditions, you’d never get cast in anything.”

Dale reacted blankly to the truth, which I’m sure deep done he was aware of. I stood, undid my jeans and hauled out my hard cock and sat down again.

 “Now, you’re cute, as you see looking at you makes my cock get hard, if you’re good at sucking it and can take a hard fuck from me, I could get you set up in escorting. Oh, you have five seconds to decide, otherwise good luck to you.”

 Dale got up, walked over to me, got on his knees and began sucking my cock. He was GOOD, I’ve gotten better head before. He was skilled enough to turn tricks and would improve. He did remember to lick my balls without being told to, that was a plus.

 “Okay, now get up, pull down your pants and bend over my desk.”

 Dale’s khakis and Fruit of the Loom briefs were now at his ankles, he was in position like a good docile gay boy eager to take a strong older guy’s dick up his ass. His fleshy nice pale ass with its clean tiny slot was on display. I greased my cock and his hole up with Vaseline. He was nice and willing, he’d make a good whore, once he got the hang of it. I threw him a solid steady fuck which he responded to with enthusiasm, I guessed he hadn’t come across a sex partner as blunt and hung as me before. The sweated-up Dale was sobbing as he shot his load on my desk. I intensified my fucking and was soon cumming in Dale’s ass. I pulled out, wiped my dick and handed Dale a towel. “Clean yourself up.”

 I poured out two tumblers of Jack Daniels and lit a Camel, Dale declined one. I handed Dale a business card it was printed:

 Javier Valenzuela (212) ***-****

 “You call him, he’ll set up an audition” Dale seemed naïve, “That means you’ll suck his dick and he’ll fuck you. Just so you know, Javier is bigger than me, he has eight and half uncut Latin inches of cock. You’re a good cocksucker and I’m sure you’ll improve. My advice is to buy the biggest banana you can find and practice on it before you see him. Oh, his specialty is he-shes, a lot of guys dig that. You’ll be working made up and dressed as a girl, his sister will help you out with that. Good luck…”

 Dale had a blank slate quality that I knew would make him a great lady boy, I was right.

 “Here’s Delilah now!” laughed Javier as a figure approached the booth.

 WOW! Dale, who had been a just nice-looking boy, was a knockout as a girl. He was wearing a curly red wig, a black padded halter that made him look like he had tits, a red mini skirt, black fishnet stockings and black high heels. He carried a Coach black leather shoulder bag. Ramona, Javier’s sister, had done a great job dressing and making him up. His plucked eyebrows, false eyelashes, red lipstick and foundation were impeccable.

 “How’s tricks, Delilah?” I asked.

 “Swell, Don” said Dale as he put his hand on my thigh.

 “Delilah, show Don what you learned how to do from a banana” said Javier in a low deep voice, as he massaged the back of Dale’s neck.

 “You mean, here and now?” whined Dale.

“Yeah, you stupid  bitch! I mean here and now! Get the fuck under the table and suck my fucking dick!” growled Javier.

 Dale went under the table; I heard the sound of Javier’s zipper being unzipped.

 “Oh yeah!” grinned Javier, he smoked his cigarette and sipped tequila as he got his nob polished under the table. I bent down for a look. There was Dale on his knees with his stretched-out lip sticked lips working on Javier’s dark baseball bat, then gobbling his brown ball sack. It was some sight, seeing Dale who’d been a good boy but was now a slutty whore sucking his pimp’s cock under the table of a crowded hustler bar.

 “Delilah is a good girl” laughed Javier. “She just needed some special training on how to handle big dick. Me, my brother and my cousins up in the Bronx trained her, now she’s a real pro!”

 “I can see that!” I laughed, bending my head back to being on view.

 Soon, Javier put his hands on the table, he steadied himself, then thrust his body. “Bueno!” he sighed as his handsome face contorted in pleasure, he was cumming. There was the sound of Javier’s zipper being zipped. Dale squirmed up from the floor and was sitting back next to Javier, as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened. The only giveaway was some of Javier’s cum dripping from Dale’s red lips.

 “Up for session with Delilah, Don?” said Javier, “On the house, of course.”

 “Hmmm. Well, I’m up for it now!” I laughed; my cock was rock solid, it bulged in my jeans from what I just saw.

 “Go on, Delilah, give this man a good time.”

 I followed Dale out of the bar groping his ass in his skirt for all to see, it was fascinating seeing him walk in heels. I handed him $20 to pay the front desk clerk at the Elk for the room. I didn’t want it coming out of his end. We walked up a flight of stairs, he locked the door. I sat in a chair and spread my legs, Dale undid my belt and the fly buttons of my jeans. Dale had my hard eight inches out and took it in his mouth. It was quite a sight seeing his head in that red wig bobbing up and down and his made-up face on my joint. “Oh Delilah, you’re so good! You really know how to pleasure a man!”

 A week ago, Dale was just another common gay boy, now after consulting with me he was decked out as a slutty girl, repeatedly taking dick after dick in his mouth and ass night after night. Another of my success stories.

Dale’s technique sure had improved. He was licking and sucking my cock and balls like a seasoned pro, which he was now. Streaks of red lipstick were on my hardon and was such a turn on. Dale really got me in the mood to fuck him.

 "Bend over the bed and spread your pussy for me, Delilah” I hissed.

 Dale bent over the bed, lifted up his skirt, there were his pink panties with a slit for easy accesses to his ass hole. His dick and balls were tightly bound and tucked in front. I smeared my cock with Vaseline and then rammed it in the panty slit into Dale’s ass. His slutty chute parted smoothly to accommodate my hard thick eight inches. The sex was hotter and kinkier now than the office fuck I had with Dale. He had blossomed as a girl.  

 My hips bucked and thrusted my cock in and out of those panties over and over again. Dale was yelping and sobbing, he’d have to change his panties after I made him cum in them and especially after I came in him, and my load leaked out, splattering his panties. I pulled out, wiped my dick and arranged myself. I tossed two $20 bills on the bed. “Thanks Delilah, have a good night.” I walked out of the room and went back to Tully’s.

 “Delilah treat you right?” laughed Javier.

 “Delilah treated me very right! She’s a real pro!” I laughed. I had another drink and hung out. A Black guy in a white track suit who was clearly packing came over to the booth, he gave Javier $40 and then went off with Dale to get his Big Black Cock taken care of. Javier had the reputation of providing excellent lady boys who could handle those who were extra hung. I had another Jack Daniels and hung out with Javier. Other guys came over and gave him $40 for sessions with the three other “girls” he had working at Tully’s. I saw Dale limp back into the bar, no doubt he had taken quite a fuck from the Black guy in the white track suit. Dale then left again with a heavyset Latin guy. I went home soon after.

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“A Matt Henson is going to call today for appointment” I said over the intercom to my secretary in my office the next morning, “He’s a priority…” Indeed, Matt called and was to see me the next morning.

 The next morning, Matt Henson strode confidentially into my office. He wore jeans which he nicely filled out in the front and back, and a black polo shirt. He was cool personified. He gave me another firm handshake and took a seat in front of my desk.

 I explained my strategy, the soap opera General Hospital was casting for a five-day role of a young guy recovering from a car accident. No, I wasn’t aiming for him to be a soap opera actor, but this was for the experience of being on a set, taking direction and getting some exposure. We’d soon pursue upcoming film opportunities. He just had to meet with the show’s casting director who would cream for Matt and give him the role, on one condition. Matt needed to get used to the realities of the business.

 “Milt, the casting director will want to blow you.”

 “That is not a problem” said Matt. This kid was on the ball.

 I had Matt sign a non-binding representation agreement that designated my 10% commission. I’m not a talent agent who signs up individuals and hawks them, I cast projects with talent I encounter. Matt signed it. I asked if had a day job, he said he didn’t, that he was funded by a special scholarship. Hmmm. Not having to wait tables or tend bar or any of the draining gigs most struggling actors had would explain his perpetual cheerfulness and luminous presence.

 I saw him to the door; we shook hands again. In a flash, Matt put his other hand on my underwear-less jean encased hard dick! I am irresistible, but I never expected THAT!

 WHAT THE FUCK! MATT HENSON WAS GAY?! If I couldn’t spot that, then no one would. This kid was going places!  

 His hand kneaded my cock and balls though my jeans. He undid my fly buttons and hauled out my equipment. This All-American Boy sunk to his knees and started sucking my dick and licking my balls, like he was starved for it. It clearly wasn’t his first time at the rodeo, Matt Henson was quite the cocksucker! His wide eyes met mine as I looked down on him, seeing the unimagined sight of his flawless young face stuffed with my cock. I had no designs on him, I had been dealing strictly on a professional level, but I sure enjoyed his cocksucking!

 Matt continued working on my cock with his skilled mouth attached to that movie star face. Then he nonchalantly took my hard, moist and leaking dick out of his mouth and took off his clothes. He had a hot body and was hung; he tugged on his heavy balls and stroked his seven and half inch cut glorious dick. He went over to the couch, got on his back and spread his legs. His globular ass cheeks and pink clean hole were stunning. I greased my cock with Vaseline and smeared his quivering hole. I was possessed and rammed my cock into him. Oh! Matt was clearly experienced in taking big dick up his ass. His expression throughout our fuck was of pure bliss. He bucked his ass against my cock and groaned with pleasure as it filled him and stretched his tight young ass out. As I fucked him, he jerked his own big dick and came, blasting my chest with his hot boy seed. A few more thrusts and I was cumming in him.  

 I pulled out of Matt. I got towels for us to clean ourselves up. I poured out two tumblers of Jack Daniels, we sipped, and each smoked a Camel, in silence. I got him a robe to put on. I got dressed and escorted him with him carrying his clothes to the dressing where there was a shower. He needed to be clean and shiny for his meeting later that day at ABC. I went back to the office. 

 “Milt Toback is on line two…” said my secretary at the end of the day.

 “Milt! How’s it going?”

 “Great Don, you picked another winner! Matt has the part, it shoots in two weeks, I’ll send over the contract.”

 “Terrific! So, it was a good meeting!”

 “It was a fantastic meeting! Matt is as gorgeous below the waist as he is above. He was only too happy to oblige me, what a load he shot off in my mouth! This kid is going to be big! Take care…”

 Matt Henson fucked girls, got fucked and got blown by guys. He was up for anything, the secret of success.

 I called Matt’s answering service and left the message that he got the part, and that we were to have a celebratory dinner meeting at Joe Allen in two nights at 6:00 PM.

Two nights later, there was Matt in his jeans, polo shirt and Ray Bans glowing like a star. We entered Joe Allen; many patrons’ eyes followed Matt. It was the show business restaurant, populated by industry types and performers. The walls were jokingly hung with posters of forgotten flops show, none for Oklahoma! or My Fair Lady. We were seated at a prime table. We had NY Strip Steaks, sauteed spinach and a bottle of red. The dinner of champions who stay in shape. I gave him the General Hospital contract to sign.

 “Now that we really know each other, I want to hear the story of the mysterious Matt Henson” I said.

 From his wallet Matt took out a Polaroid of a handsome brown-haired mustached guy in his 30’s. It was like seeing a twin brother I was unaware of.

 “This is Mr. Denton…” he said in a low voice.

 Paul Denton was Matt’s 34-year-old former high school English teacher who also ran the drama club. Paul was married with three kids; he was also into young guys. He groomed Matt, that was easy. Matt grew up white trash with a single working mother and two younger sisters. He had no male influences, Paul picked up on that and on Matt’s covert gayness. At school, Paul gave him parts in plays and gave him special coaching in acting. In a motel room, Paul gave Matt special coaching in cocksucking and getting fucked up the ass, both of which Matt was thrilled to receive lessons in, by this strong older man.

 Paul molded Matt into a perfect young man who was straight on the outside and a slutty fag on the inside. He took Matt to a female prostitute for him to learn to fuck girls. Paul encouraged Matt to go to New York to study acting and was funding his stay here. I later learned that it was Paul who sent the invitation to A Streetcar Named Desire. Paul was quite a guy, and one after my own heart. Paul was Matt’s first man, and they sure had a deep bond. I was his second man, and we had a bond, though I could tell it wouldn’t be deep. Paul had taken Matt as far as he could, now it was up to me, we were compelled by our adoration of beauty and talent to help him. 

 “Oh Don, that night after the play, I so wanted to be with you, I thought of you when I was fucking Daniela when we got home. In your office, I had to have your cock. It’s been months since I’ve been with Paul. I’ve done everything Paul told me to do. Not to go after guys and get set up with a girl for my image, I can pull that off.”

 “You sure can, you had me totally fooled.”

 “That’s thanks to Paul, I fool everyone but myself, I know what I want. I fool Daniela, I can fuck her, but it means nothing to me. She’s been useful to have and I’m able act like I love her. Anyway, let’s go to your place” Matt said with his hand under the table fondling my crotch.

 We were nude in my bed, Matt was ardently sucking my cock and later I passionately fucked him on his back with his legs raised and spread.

 Big things would be happening for Matt soon, he wouldn’t have the freedom of anonymity anymore. He broke up with Daniela and moved in with me, he got my cock daily. I was happy to help him explore his sexuality to the fullest while it was still possible. I dressed him in tattered grimy jeans, a white T-shirt, a leather cap and a dog collar. We cabbed to The Eagle, the notorious leather bar. He was like a kid in a candy store with all that Daddy dick available. Matt did some time as the shoeshine station polishing men’s boots. He sucked off guys in the bathroom. The highpoint was Matt in a sling getting it a both ends from a variety leather doms. Seeing Matt get fist fucked was unforgettable, it took a whole can of Crisco, I held the bottle of poppers under his nose.

 A night at Keller’s bar was a rite of passage. Like Montgomery Clift before him, Matt lay on the pool table to get gang fucked by a bunch of leather daddies. A visit to the porn theater Westworld on the West Side Highway was another night of debauchery, Matt slutted out for a lot of guys in their seats as porn flicks played or in the toilet. Matt was the usual messed up gay boy who grew up without a father and acted out sexually.  

 On a Saturday morning, we were on the highway in the car I rented. Matt was insatiable, when I was driving he got my cock out and gave me another fabulous blowjob. We got to the Hamptons at dusk and drove down a bucolic road to a secluded grand house. A discreet middle-aged male sole servant opened the door for us. The spacious interior was superbly decorated, I took Matt upstairs and showed him around.

 I returned solo to a living room. Sitting in a circle on elaborate chairs was the house’s owner, Steve, a 35-year-old married with children super successful movie director, Dave, a 38-year-old mogul producer in all media who was dating a famous female pop singer, and the married 36-year-old Joel, the head of the most powerful talent agency in the world. They were all wearing plush red robes. “Join us, Don” said Steve, handing me a red robe. I took my clothes off and put it on and sat. In the center of the circle was a round bed.

 Matt soon entered this chamber as instructed, nude. His looked so goddamn hot with his young lean defined body, arresting face and prize manhood fully erect. He took his position in the round bed, on all fours. Each of us men stood and undid the belts of our robes, all our large dicks were hard.

 Steve went to Matt, he gazed at Matt’s beauty, and then put his cock to Matt’s mouth, he sucked it magnificently. Each of us took a turn having Matt suck our cocks. Then Steve lubricated his dick and Matt’s ass, then he silently fucked him hard. One by one we each fucked and came either in or on Matt. Matt came twice from these assaults.

 Matt was a cum-drenched ragdoll who had withstood merciless pounding after pounding by us four hung men. As he lay on the bed, panting and totally fucked out, Joel handed him a contract and a pen. Matt signed the contract; he was now a client of the most powerful talent agency in the world. Us men, all left for our rooms to clean up. The servant escorted Matt to his room and brought him dinner.

 Out on the patio the servant served us the steaks he had grilled and bottles of vintage cabernet. We caught up and talked shop. At the end, Joel the agent handed me a check for $100,000. My mission was accomplished, I got into my rental car and drove home. Matt would be staying the rest of the weekend and beyond. I never saw him in person again.

 That December, he had a featured role in a major studio release set at a military academy, he did pop on screen. The next July, he starred in a blockbuster teen comedy, the rest was history. Years later when he received the Best Actor Oscar he had chased, he thanked his long-time former makeup artist wife, their three children and his agent Joel.