Casting Couch: First Audition

The gold of the Golden State was not found when Sutter stumbled upon it, then couldn't keep his mouth shut about it. The gold is not its golden beaches, golden majestic scenery, or vastly diverse landscapes. No, California's real gold lies within the gold of being chosen for that important performing gig. Whether its the secondary friend on the latest stream-able sitcom that nobody watches, or being the next fresh face of some moisturizing cream appearing on Sunset Strip billboards, California is the mecca of the narcissistic attention-seeker in us all.

Much was true about Brent. Brent was twenty-three, lanky, with a skinny body, almost elfin features. A feminine physique if ever there was one. He sported blue eyes, a well-coifed curly hairdo, hairless below the eyebrows, unimpressive arms, and flat stomach. He made up for it lower, though, his legs were fine and curvy, his peen, smaller than he'd like to admit, but he had a booty. It was bubbly, bulging, bodacious. Brent grew up in California's Orange County, a SoCal staple some forty miles southeast of Downtown Los Angeles, and never left. He was the product of divorced parents, ergo his personality revolved around seeking attention.

This of course led to the skill-less Brent to want a career in show business, except his acting chops were less competent than the usual hacks, though not the people who work on Hacks. As he had a well-mannered appearance, he tried his hand at modeling, as this required even less of him. Suffice it to say, Brent faired just as poorly as a male model. His dad and step-mom moved away and he was living at home with his older step-sister Valerie and her friend Wendy, who was into kink and took great pride in using the pushover Brent for whatever she wanted.

Brent, a bisexual bottom, at least that's how he viewed himself, usually obliged Wendy's little games. She was particularly fond of dressing him up in panties and stuffing his hairless hole with a vibrator. Aside from these activities, Brent did not have a lot of sex, he assumed because his dick was not of a size the women he pined for would enjoy; the actual reason was that Brent was a sarcastic douche. This is the primary reason why he would submit to Wendy, at least he was allowed to get something. This attitude was also the driving factor of his parent and step-parent moving on.

Despite his open bisexuality, Brent never actually slept with a man, or had a real dick anywhere near him. Part of it was for a lack of trying, he was fuck-able, and douchey enough for some guy just wanting to feel his oats. But, one look at Brent and anyone could see he was not relationship material.

As many failed show biz folks go, Brent found himself working in the floundering, but dependable service industry. He knew very little about much, but he knew a thing or two about technology. He worked as a traveling repair technician for a small-time electronics shop in Santa Ana that for whatever stroke of luck was still in business. On this particular day, Brent stood by the help desk, feeling extra bored and extra douchey. The place looked like a second-rate Fry's, with all the outdated tech and eerie elevator loud speaker music to go with it. Wendy decided for Brent to wear a pink midriff with SLUT bedazzled on the chest, a pink thong, fishnet stockings, a pink butt plug, and on his ass she wrote BOTTOM BITCH in marker. He wore these under his regular clothes.

As the drudgery of the day wore on, Brent was finally seeing someone that caught his eye. Her name was Carmen, she was thirty-four, trans, tanned skin, long dark hair, big D-cup breasts, hourglass frame, big sexy rump, and ten inch cock. With her she carried a big digital camera, the kind you'd shoot a professional movie with.

Brent stowed his sarcastic demeanor, and poured on some fake charm, a reminder, he's a horrible actor.

"And how may I make your digital dreams come true?" He asked in an overbearing manner stating the canned company slogan.

"I know this is the shortest of notices but I am in a massive rush, this fucking thing--the viewfinder keeps giving me this message, and I really need it fixed asap, now if possible." Carmen pleaded.

"Well, let's see if we can't take a look."

The viewfinder had a blinking error message on it. No need to bore anyone with the details of the camera's inter machinations, mostly because Brent was trying to do basic troubleshooting by way of pushing any random button he could that did something else but keep that same message on the screen.

Carmen looked Brent up and down for a moment. His face so girly and sweet looking... if only she knew the real him. She scratched her chin. While he was staring directly into the viewfinder, which meant he had to bend over, Carmen surreptitiously looked behind the counter at his ass. His cheeks seemed to fill out the tight pants nicely.

By some miracle, Brent was able to do a hard reset, which seemed to work, and the camera began to turn on and operate as factory designated.

"And, I think that should do it. Needed a reset was all." Brent explained like he just rocked Carmen's world... it should be noted, 'needed a reset was all' was Brent's go-to answer for any technological ill before doing a quick computer search to lookup the serial number to find the manual, you know, a thing just about anyone with an internet connection, and functioning brain could manage.

"Uh-huh, well thank you."

Brent then briefly forgot the most important aspect of a failed show biz guy: networking! "So, um, you uh, filming a movie with that thing?" He asked.

"Uh, more or less. Casting call."

"Oh?" An intrigued Brent asked. "For a movie? TV?"

Carmen rolled her eyes. "Modeling of sorts."

Cue the desperation. "You know, I am a model."

"Yeah I got that. I gave you a once-over and you gave me that impression." She could see the desperate smile on Brent's face. "To your great luck, I am looking for a male with your physique. What type of modeling have you done in the past?" She asked.

Ah yes, the old portfolio question. 'What are your credits' would be the movie and TV equivalent. This of course made Brent's smile fade into a frown. He had no portfolio because he was in fact, a failed model. In part coupled with his implied negative attitude, he definitely had the body for modeling if he found the right representation and clients looking for his feminine look.

"Well, I uh..." Brent trailed.

Carmen knew by now the answer was a big nothing. However, his desperation and look piqued her interest. "You, want to tell me you have a trunk full of headshots in your 2006 Lancer and that's about it?"

"It's a 2009, thank you very much." Brent snapped back.

"Look, I need a durable 'yes-guy', someone who isn't afraid to... give a little to get a little, know what I mean?"

"I'm that guy!" Brent insisted.

"I would also like someone with experience, as any agency or production worth their salt in the LA Metro would. However..." she continued. Brent once again perked up. "I am in a hurry, had five potential performers took other jobs that would be in conflict either in interest or scheduling, and two more just cancelled. I'm trying to get this thing fixed to book more, which I need a model soon... it would appear as though you have me in a unique bind."

"So... is that a yes?" a hopeful Brent asked.

Carmen put up her finger, the universal sign for 'one moment'. She looked around, it literally appeared as though they were the only two in the store. She looked up at a security camera above them.

"Those cameras work?"

"Are you kidding? If you squint your eyes just right, you can see the camera sticker on the plastic bulb. It's not even ironed on, it's literally a sticker." Brent deadpanned.

"Good enough for me." Carmen rubbed her hands together and hurdled over the counter. "Turn around and bend over the table for me."

"Wait, what?" This request took a blushing Brent off guard.

"You want the audition or not?" Carmen asked.

"Yes-yes." Brent quickly turned around.

"Alright, I'm going to need to see your ass. Pants off."

"Wait, wha--"

Brent couldn't even process that request and all the explanations that would have to go with it before Carmen tore down his pants, revealing what was underneath.

She was taken aback. But, she was stunned, in the best possible way. "Uh, I can explain." Brent said, getting sweaty.

Carmen didn't say anything, she only felt around Brent's perfectly rounded cheeks. "Bottom bitch, eh?"

"Is that what she wrote? Fucking Wendy! I have an explanation for that too."

"Are you, like, a little kinky?"

"I'd say so, yeah." Brent agreed.

Carmen pulled the thong down, and spread his cheeks, revealing the plug. "Oh, here we go. And I was about to write you off as a desperate, talentless douchebag."

"Heh-heh, lucky me."

Carmen smirked, and gave his cheeks a slap, eliciting a soft high pitched moan from Brent. "Alright, 'bottom bitch' you've convinced me." She said, pulling his thong and pants back up. She jumped back over the counter. There was a stack of business cards on the counter, Carmen grabbed one, and a pen from the pen caddy near the register. "I'm Carmen, by the way. Here's my address. Newport Beach. Come by when you get off work, and uh, we'll talk. See you soon, bottom bitch."

"Oh, thank you, thank you, thank you, but uh, my names Brent, actually."

"We'll see." Carmen snickered before grabbing her camera and Brent got a perfect view of her ass as she walked away.

Brent could hardly contain his excitement. A casting call, and completely out of the blue. He was so excited he completely forgot about two things in regards to this little audition...

... What was he auditioning for, and what the fuck was up with the fact Carmen was insistent on gawking at his ass in public of all places? Brent punched out for the day. 'Was it an underwear shoot'? He got inside his 2009 Lancer and punched in Carmen's address. 'Was she one of those casting directors?' He drove to Carmen's beautiful Tuscan-looking manor atop a hill in the exclusive city of Newport Beach, overlooking the PCH and beach below the hill. 'Is she just fucking with me and this is just some sick joke?' He found himself in her driveway now. The gorgeous manor was surrounded by palm trees. It was a two-story, had some character to it. Was a modern home that was Tuscan in style with that usual southwest mission-style flare so common in SoCal's beach cities.

Well, if it was a sick joke, he would find out soon, he did come all this way, not to mention if it wasn't a sick joke and legit... he was still totally confused as to what he was auditioning for.

He brought a headshot with him and stood in front of two large oak doors on the front porch. He was about to knock, but he froze. This could be his first real audition, and his feet were like icicles. Before he could knock, the doors opened up, and Carmen stood in the doorway.

"I had a hunch you'd be back."

Brent smiled, at least she didn't give him a fake address. She ushered him inside, closing the door behind him. She brought him through the marbled floor living room all the way back to a sitting room with an open door to the outside was just beyond the room. There were several couches around the room which sported a wet bar and fireplace. A man sat on the couch clad in a robe.

This was Colby. He was thirty-four, with a bodybuilder's physique in total contrast to Brent. He had a squared jaw, short haircut, was also clean-cut below the eyes. Muscular arms, six pack, meaty frame, with thick legs, and an even thicker butt, which was the only feminine part of his body. He also sported a big, thick cock. He definitely had big jock energy.

"Colby, this is bottom bi--I mean uh..." Carmen had forgotten Brent's name.

"Oh, um, Brent."

"Uh, Colby." he said.

"I need to get that stupid camera ready. You two get to know each other, loosen up, get a drink, we'll be starting shortly." Carmen ordered before disappearing back down the hall.

Brent slowly sat down on a couch perpendicular to Colby. There was a massively awkward silence between the two.

"So, you're auditioning too?" Brent asked.

"Oh, I've been cast. I'm here for you." Colby explained.

"Right, like running a scene. So, this is a movie?" Brent asked.

"Movie, I guess." Colby shrugged. Brent rolled his eyes, and got up to make himself a drink, wanting some liquid courage to continue this loser of a conversation and help loosen him up for whatever he was auditioning for.

"What's with the robe? You a wrestler or something?"

"I'm an actor." Colby shrugged. "I think."

"This some method thing, or do you just like robes?" Brent asked.

Colby stood up, and without another word let the robe fall to the floor, revealing a naked bod, and a half cocked cock.

Brent blushed, he did not expect that as he downed his drink, not thinking this was real.

"This is why I had the robe."

"Whoa. That thing ten inches?"

"Uh, I dunno man, I never measured it. It's big though, I'll show you." Colby started to gently stroke.

Brent was enthralled. His eyes couldn't leave Colby's growing dick, and yet, his casual nature about it was so surreal. Without taking his eyes away he sat back down to where he was, another hastily made drink in his hand. An erection slowly building its way into his pants.

"It's almost hard, bro."

"Yeah, I see that."

Brent moved his head to look around to Colby's ass. Colby could see he was trying to sneak a peak. "Oh, sorry guy, I didn't know you wanted to see my butt."

Before Brent could give a canned apology, Colby turned around, his ass basically in Brent's face. "Hey, I'm sorry but like, this is the sexiest ass I've ever seen."

"Thanks, man." Colby said still gently stroking it. "You can touch it."

"Seriously?"

"Go ahead."

Brent shrugged. He slugged down his second drink, and his hands found their way to caressing Colby's cheeks. Brent almost forgot why he was there in the first place he was so entranced. He spread Colby's cheeks, his hole was completely hairless.

"Can I... kiss it?" Brent asked.

"Whatever you want, chief."

Chief, ugh. That was nearly a turn off. It would have been had Colby not have been chiseled from fucking marble. Brent slowly laid a few kisses on Colby's ass before peppering his cheeks. Sensing the 'go ahead chief' was a standing order to proceed, Brent then moved his face to inside Colby's ass, immediately rimming around his hole.

"Aw, dude, that feels nice."

Brent lathered up Colby's sphincter with his tongue. His hands gripping onto his orbs while Colby's cock was now fully erect, and throbbing. He stopped for a moment, admiring his saliva coating Colby's pooper. He released his hands, taking off his work shirt, then pants, revealing his feminized attire underneath.

Colby then turned around, nearly smacking Brent in the face with his dick.

"I uh, think we're supposed to fuck now, right?"

Brent stared at his dick for a moment as Colby moved it towards his face. Brent opened up and his lips met the tip. He put some spit on it, and gently took an inch at a time with each bob of his head. Brent got nearly to the end until his gag reflex kicked in, he of course was not well versed at giving blowjobs. He stopped then tried again, this time not so much at once.

"That feels like... fuck." Colby moaned, nearly drooling.

Brent rolled his eyes and kept on sucking, slowly adapting to Colby. He started to stroked as he sucked. By now he could get most of Colby into his throat. He kept trying to get it all down until gagging.

Brent just couldn't meet his lips to Colby's crotch. Brent was also proud of himself, no training whatsoever and he was sucking this thick cock like a champ. Brent shrugged, when the heart wants what it wants, it'll learn quick.

Colby stopped Brent, he grabbed him by the face and pulled his mouth away from his dick. "I think you're doing a great job, bud, but like, I really wanna pound your ass before I cum everywhere."

"Yeah, cool." Brent coughed.

He laid flat on the couch, pulling the thong down, Colby got on top of his feminine rear, shaking his cheeks while his dong was hot dogging his crack.

"You know you got something pink back here, bro?"

Brent facepalmed. "It's a butt pl--just take it out and fuck me with that monster cock already! Between that stretching me and my spit, it should go right in, God!"

"Can do."

Colby grabbed the plug and yanked it out. Brent winced. Colby lined up his shot, putting his tip against Brent's hole, and shot himself forward, forcing Brent's ass to take all of Colby at once.

"Ow, you fucker!"

"I'm sorry bro, I can just--"

"Forget it! I'll adjust!" Brent panted "Fuck my ass, already!" He begged.

Colby then took a slow approach, with tiny thrusts, with most of his dick inside. There was definitely a lapse in experience between the two. Brent, who despite only had taken dildos inside of him knew the drill to move his hips with the thrusts. Colby, on the other hand, didn't really seem to have much rhythm in his movements which made for a slower thrust.

Brent's rectum stretched to make room for Colby, and after some pained breaths, he felt like he was used to him, and he moved his hips back to meet Colby's meaty cock.

"Just... thrust already." Brent demanded.

"Oh, my bad, guy."

Colby huffed as he lunged his pelvis forward, nearly falling on top of Brent in the process. Brent's face was red, he was running out of patience.

"Grab my hips, get some leverage!"

"Ohh, good call." He grabbed Brent, which made fucking him a bit easier.

"Why oh why do I have to explain to you how to fuck?" Brent snarled.

Finally in some sync, Brent started to moan softly, same as his higher pitch from before. Colby didn't say anything, save for some huffing and puffing. He wiped some sweat from his brow.

They both didn't know that Carmen was watching them both, filming it with the camera she desperately needed to get fixed from earlier. She was naked, her cock fully erect.

Neither noticed her at first. Brent's head was turned to the opened doors while Colby was laser focused on fucking Brent's behind.

Carmen had a perfect reel of their couch scene, she cleared her throat, now right by the two of them.

"Ahem."

"Oh fuck." They both bellowed surprised, and in two polar opposite pitches.

"No-no, you two keep right on going, this is an excellent audition." She smirked.

Brent looked right up at her, not even acknowledging the fact she had a cock. "Audition? That's what this is? Gay porn?"

"There's an element to that, sure. I'd argue that's the 'hard' part about this role. Get it?"

Brent moaned. "Hard like cock, ha-ha."

"Such a mouth on you. I should fix that. Open."

Carmen got right in front of Brent and stuffed her cock right into his awaiting mouth. Having his experience earlier, he took a more measured approach than simply stuffing her cock all at once.

She aimed the camera at a sweaty and focused Colby, who huffed louder. "How is it, Colby?"

"This is what tight feels like, right?"

"It does. And this little shit is really good at taking cock. I'm not completely convinced, though."

Colby wasn't paying any attention. He bit his lower lip hard, he was about to cum, he quickly pulled out, and his load shot all over Brent's rear, and his lower back, a cascade of cum dripped down the side of his right cheek. Colby fell back on the couch. Carmen pulled her dick out of Brent's mouth, and got a great money shot of his cum-coated ass.

"Oh baby, that's beautiful. Look at this well-fucked tushy. Lick it up." She ordered Colby.

"No prob, I've been hitting the protein and fruit salads, it should taste great."

Colby leaned in and made a long lick up Brent's cheeks, sucking up every last drop of himself. He got inside his crack as well, licking around his gaping hole, where some of his jizz leaked into. He was finished, he stood up and licked his lips, giving Brent's ass one hard smack.

"Way to finish strong, bro."

"Go team." Brent sarcastically huffed, out of breath himself.

Brent, sore as could be, dramatically moved himself up into a sitting position. Carmen stopped recording and closed the formerly malfunctioning viewfinder.

"That was beautiful, but, we're not done quite yet. Both of you catch your breath, I'll be up waiting in my room. But I like what I'm seeing so far." Carmen called before vanishing out of the room.

Colby sat right next to Brent, and put his arm around him. "I think we did good."

"She said." Brent deadpanned. He sighed, it wasn't like he didn't like it. "But yeah, it was pretty great."

"Thanks, buddy. I-I'm honored, that was my first time." Colby admitted.

"Yeah, my first with a guy, too. I guess we were both unprepared."

"No-no, I mean like, my 'first time', first time."

Brent did a double take, and looked at Colby slack-jawed. A virgin? He broke-in a virgin? He couldn't believe it. "Seriously? You're how old?"

"Thirty-four."

"And you've never fucked anyone? Man? Woman? Trans? Non-binary? No one?"

"Just you."

"Okay, based on how we started out, I am going to believe you and that actually checks, but, I'm looking at you and I am flabbergasted that you've never put that monster in anyone or had that sexy ass mounted by anyone ever."

Colby shrugged. "Just never worked out."

"Wow." Brent spat bewildered. "Just wow." He sighed, and stood up. "God, I'm so sore now."

"No worries my dude. Colby's gotcha. Least I can do."

Colby scooped up a blushing Brent bridal style. He carried him around a few corners and up a very regal flight of stairs. Around another corner was a large palatial primary bedroom. Carmen, still nude, waited for them in a walk-in closet which had a makeup station, and a massive wardrobe.

"Love the entrance, put our bottom bitch in the chair." she ordered.

"It's Bre--ah forget it. I can't technically deny it any longer."

They did as told, Colby sat off to the side while Carmen got out some concealer and foundation. She got to work making Brent look pretty.

"So, what exactly am I auditioning for? I went from being a second-rate Geek Squad to face-down-ass-up in a matter of two hours."

"That's show biz for ya." Carmen chuckled. "I run a sexual tutorial website, my clients pay good money for how-to's and tips and tricks to make their carnal desires come true. However, I've been branching out into making sexy videos on the website with a comedy angle thrown in. Think of it as a porno you can chortle along with instead of merely fapping to."

"Right, the sarcastic twink and the big lug virgin. Touché, Carmen." Brent hissed.

"Oh, don't think you have the job yet. This audition was only the first round. I need to see more of what you're capable of. That is why I want a round two of that delightful scene on the couch, but with you completely dolled up."

Carmen finished the makeup, and painted Brent's nails. Next, she added a mini skirt to go with his get-up, and finally, she brought out a blonde wig done up in pigtails. She slipped it on. Brent looked at himself in the mirror.

"Whoa."

"Hey, where did Brent go?" Colby asked, everyone questioning immediately whether that was a quip or having a Colby moment.

"Oh God." Brent pinched the bridge of his nose, assuming the latter.

"Colby makes a very good point. Brent isn't here right now because she doesn't look like a Brent... how about Britany?" Carmen suggested.

Brent--er, Britany sighed, and increased her voice by a few octaves. "I'm Britany, and I love cock."

"Love that energy, let's get that sissy ass stuffed. But first..."

Carmen bent Britany over the makeup table and lifted up her skirt. She got out a marker, and added her name to his right cheek which read: CARMEN'S BOTTOM BITCH. Finally, she put his cock in a cock cage and locked it up.

"Bottom bitches don't fuck." Carmen cooed, booping Britany's nose with her index finger. Britany blushed.

Carmen ushered her and Colby to a large couch in the closet, two cameras on tripods were aimed right at it.

"Okay, Colby, let's see you spank Britany's ass." Carmen insisted.

Colby sat down and pulled Britany over his knee. He lifted up her skirt, and pulled down the thong to below her cheeks, and raised his hand, laying it down hard on her ass. Britany winced. Colby did so again, then again. He looked at the shade of pink forming on her cheeks.

"How about a little more gusto, Colby, hmm?" Carmen asked.

"Gus-who-now?"

She facepalmed. "Speed it up, darling."

Colby nodded and laid some rapid fire smacks to Britany's ass. She winced, completely turned on, despite Colby's man-hands making her ass beet red. Colby was finally finished, his hand hurt. Carmen got a good shot of Britany's red rear.

"That looks really nice. Now Britany, lay on your back, please."

She did as told, and Carmen walked over, straddling her hot ass over her face. She slowly lowered herself onto Britany's face, and Britany licked right around Carmen's hole. Carmen played with her breasts for a moment, enjoying getting herself serviced. She looked over at Colby who didn't know what to do with his hands.

"Spread her legs."

Colby nodded, and did so, lifting up Britany's skirt, and pulling her underwear off. He looked over at Carmen for her next command.

"She looks flexible. Lift her legs over your shoulders and fuck her silly."

"But, she can't laugh while you're sitting on her face." Colby stated.

"Just fuck our bitch, Colby."

Colby got right in front of Britany, moving her oddly flexible legs over his shoulders, her hole was just waiting for him. The angle and recent experiences were ideal and Colby glided right inside her asshole.

Britany writhed as she felt Colby's member penetrate her yet again, but she took her mind off it by rimming Carmen's asshole some more.

Carmen cooed. "Ooh baby, she is liking that."

Colby had improved from his virgin encounter from earlier, and his thrusts were becoming more uniform and predictable. Pure bliss for the spent Britany.

Carmen then released from Britany's face, she huffed, then moaned, remembering Colby was ramming her ass hard. Carmen stroked her cock, it was ready to go. "Okay, now it's my turn. We're going for the spit-roast scene again, however, Britany, you will perform fellatio on Colby--" she said. Colby looked like he was about to respond.

"It means I'm going to blow you." Britany interjected.

"Very good. While I want to fuck this hot twink tushy." Carmen gave Britany's already red ass a smack.

Britany got up, doggy style. Colby gently nudged her face before Britany smiled, and gently started to suck. Carmen spread Britany's cheeks, red, spent, with a gaping hole. She stuffed herself inside of her.

Britany blushed as she had two cocks inside her yet again. Carmen definitely had more experience than Colby, each thrust sent shivers down her spine instead of nerve pain. Yet, she looked up at Colby, who was clearly sincere and just happy to be there. He too was improving, gently thrusting himself inside of Britany's mouth, stroking her wig.

"Oh baby, so glad I ran into you today, this ass is perfect." Carmen bit her lower lip and picked up the pace.

Britany could feel Carmen growing inside of her, which probably meant she was getting close to climax. Colby was getting there himself.

"I am... feeling that again." Colby huffed.

He was stuffing his cock deeper and deeper into Britany's throat. Carmen got her crotch right up against Britany's ass, she clenched Britany's hips.

"Cumming!"

Britany shut her eyes as Carmen came. She felt the shots of cum fill up her rectum with each time her cock reloaded and fired. Colby, without any warning came himself, shooting two loads into Britany's throat before pulling out and firing the rest on her face.

"Oh, God, I'm so sorry." He huffed.

Carmen then pulled out. Britany's hole gaped for a moment before a small trickle of semen poured out. Carmen took a moment to see Britany fully fucked on the cameras' viewfinders. She was impressed indeed.

"That. Was. Spectacular! This was a fine first audition!"

Britany wiped Colby's cum from her face. "Yeah, just out of curiosity, how many more of these 'auditions' am I going to have?"

"With that attitude, you won't have the job at all." Carmen smirked. "Our first callback will be tomorrow. Right here, same time, same place. You two can go shower off before you go. Really impressed with the work you both put in." Carmen gave Britany's ass one final slap.

The bathroom was a marvelous staple to the home's luxury. There was an old school whirlpool tub on one side, and a full glass walk-in shower on the other, with waterfall shower head and a bench.

Britany was now Brent again, everything was off, including the cock cage. He was busy soaping himself up, trying in vain to get the marker off of his ass. Colby then entered.

"Hey uh, great work today, Brent. It was awesome to get to know you."

"Colby, you've gotten to know me more than anyone else has... or probably ever will. At least if I have to slog through more of these auditions, I'm glad it's you who gets to pound my ass." Brent sighed.

"Speaking of that. It isn't fair that you had to do all that."

"I'm a bottom bitch, Colby, I loved it, I promise. I just love to be perpetually annoyed. Probably has something to do with my parents divorce."

"But like, I want to know that feeling too, bro."

Brent blushed, and got instantly hard. "You want me to fuck you?" Colby nodded. "A-Alright, take some of that soap, finger yourself to get going."

Colby did so, and Brent put some body wash on his dick as lube. He sat down on the bench and Colby walked over, facing Brent. He knelt on the bench, and lowered his chiseled ass onto Brent's cock. It took a few attempts, but Brent was finally able to slip himself into Colby, who sat right down.

"Oh, that feels weird."

"Yeah, it takes some getting used to. Just bounce a little."

Colby shook his hips, water falling from his ass like rain as he did. Brent leaned his head back against the glass wall. His cock was already edged to the max because of the constant fucking that was had.

He saw Colby dick flopping half erect and he started to jerk him while Colby kept on bouncing his cheeks on Brent's cock.

"This feels good, bro." Colby huffed.

"Yeah it does, bro."

Colby slammed his ass down as hard as he could which caused an instant prostate stimulation and he came, his third load shot right at Brent's chest, but there wasn't much else. This also caused Brent's cock to fire, his load filling up Colby, who remained sitting on Brent.

"Dude! I think you just came!"

Brent leaned his head back, borderline drooling. "Yup. I should say I did."

When he was done, Colby got off of him, his ass leaked right onto the shower floor.

"Another banger, bro!" Colby grabbed Brent and pulled him in for a bro hug. The muscular Colby squeezing Brent's toothpick body to the point it cracked everything.

"Way to be." Brent wheezed.

"Yo, you want my number, you know so we can like, run lines. Carmen says she has scripts for us."

Brent smiled.

Later, now in his work clothes, with his femme outfit and butt plug underneath, and his useless headshot, Brent got into his 2009 Lancer and made the drive back home. A script now sat in the passengers seat. He smiled. He was sore, tired, but dammit it was a wild ride, and it was only going to snowball from there. While he was always annoyed about the auditioning process, this time, he couldn't wait for that callback.

Thank you for reading, part two coming soon. Feedback always appreciated!