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The Juvenile Casting Couch #8 (D.Abby) (bg,mast) (8!12)

The following story is for adults only. It contains scenes depicting 
sex among minor children and, between minors and adults. It is entirely 
a work of fiction and the characters contained within are completely 
the figment of the authors imagination. (they do sometimes embody his 
fantasies, however.) If sexual activities among just pubescent children 
bother you, or sexual activity between just pubescent children and 
adults, I suggest you hit the back button. 

Please do not read this if you are under the age of 18 or if it is 
illegal in your community. (Can't you just see a horny twelve year old 
zipping up his pants and hitting the back button at this point. I 
should live so long.)

Copyrighted 1997 by the author.  Permission is granted to re-post this 
in any non profit archive, home page, news group, or bbs.  Please do not 
change it if you repost I spent many hours working on this and it says 
what I want it to say.

If you haven't hit the back button yet, enjoy. I would like to have 
your opinions of my work and, and while I don't promise, I usually try 
to answer my e-mail.

Dabby@access.mountain.net
  
                       THE JUVENILE CASTING COUCH
                               By D. Abby
 
                               Chapter - 8

	The film was in the can and Pat went back to a more normal 
existence. He was a minor celebrity in school but dodged most of it. He 
insisted on going back to the odd jobs for Anne. He couldn't get his 
hands on the money in the trust fund that had been set up and the money 
Anne paid him was pocket money. It also gave him a reason to continue 
his fuck and suck sessions with Anne each Wednesday. 

	He had his nightly sessions with Sarah and he would get together 
with her when David had his music lesson. He lapped her cunt and she 
sucked his cock.

	He visited Alice one Saturday and her parents went out and left 
them alone for three hours. They had time to do a lot of things. Alice 
gave him a blow job and he lapped her cunt to get his prick hard again. 
After that they fucked and during the cleanup Pat got another hard on 
when she tongue fucked his ass. They were in position so they did a 
sixty nine. That was real neat. 

	Another neat time was when Sue had him visit and spend the night. 
She had him visit on two more occasions. One of those nights she taught 
him about ass fucking. That was real neat, her ass hole was even 
tighter than Alice's cunt.

	Pat didn't take these things for granted. He realized how lucky 
he was. There weren't many twelve year olds who had as active a sex 
life as he had. Most of them were like David and jerked off. Pat jerked 
off too, and he occasionally did it with David, but he had a lot of 
other ways to relieve his sexual tensions and he enjoyed every one of 
them. 

	His life was turned topsy turvy when the movie was released. It 
received tremendous critical acclaim and ran away with the box office 
sweepstakes. One of the more respected critics said that he had seen 
the original script and due to the fine performance of Patrick Leary a 
slightly vulgar, run of the mill picture became a sensitive portrayal 
of a young boy's love for an older woman and his sexual awakening. Pat 
blushed when someone referred to the critic's final line, 'Patrick 
Leary will take his place as one of the all time great child actors if 
he never makes another film.' 

	All the talk shows wanted Pat. Johnny said he had five contract 
offers. The movie grossed over the fifty million by the end of four 
weeks. Pat was making a lot of money. Things were getting out of 
control. 

	There was a conference with Johnny. He pointed out that before 
the year was out Pat would be a millionaire and he should hire someone 
to manage his money. Johnny referred them to a financial manager and he 
was hired.

	Representatives from four film companies and all four television 
networks wanted to sign Pat on. Sean and Robin, with Pat's concurrence 
said they weren't about to plunge into things this quickly. Leave their 
proposals and 'we will contact you'. Johnny grinned and agreed with 
this decision. When the meeting room was cleared Johnny got down to 
business with the Learys. 

	Sean and Robin, again with Pat's concurrence, didn't want his 
life totally disrupted. Pat would make two movies a year. The shooting 
schedule wasn't to go over eight weeks. One would be during summer 
vacation from school and the other could be during the school year. Pat 
could manage eight weeks out of the school year without loosing too 
much ground. 

	Pat would not be available before one o'clock for the movie shot 
during the school year to give him adequate time with his tutors. Pat 
would make one guest appearance a month on TV. At this time Pat was not 
prepared to attempt a TV series. 

	Johnny had seen too many kids ruined by trying to capitalize on 
instant popularity. He made several suggestions on the business of 
'Pat'. He suggested that they consult with Sue about scripts and, at 
least for the next one if it could be worked, Pat should try to play 
opposite Sue. Pat liked that idea a lot. 

	The business end of 'Pat' was now taken care of but he still had 
some problems he didn't know how to handle. A month after the release 
of the film he caught his father when his mother wasn't home. 

	"Dad, - uh can I talk with you." 

	Sean saw that Pat was really troubled. He took Pat into his 
office and sat down with him. "Okay, Pat, what's the problem?" 

	Pat sort of hung his head and didn't look his father in the eye. 
"It's sort of embarrassing, dad." 

	Sean controled his face so that Pat couldn't see his grin. "I can 
see it's worrying you and I can't help you unless you tell me what it 
is."

	When Pat still hesitated, Sean got worried. "You haven't gotten a 
girl pregnant, have you?" 

	Pat blushed and stammered and Sean became even more concerned. He 
smothered his own sigh of relief when Pat finally answered. Getting a 
young girl pregnant wasn't that unusual these days.

	Pat finally stammered, "No but that's sort of what the problem is 
about." 

	Sean relaxed a little but he wondered about his son's 
circumlocution. Now he was sure the problem had to do with his son's 
precocious sex life. "Son, there's an old saying that there is no such 
thing as being a little bit pregnant. Either you are or you aren't." 

	Pat took a deep breath and blurted, "Dad, it's not that I have 
anybody pregnant but it's getting more and more difficult not to." 

	Sean's eyebrows shot up. "Exactly what do you mean by that?" 

	Pat got to the point. "Well, it's girls. I think every girl in my 
class and more than half of the older girls in school have asked me to 
visit them after school. They always end up by saying that their 
parents won't be home and we could have fun." 

	Now Sean did grin at his son. "You're complaining. I bet every 
boy in your class would be glad to trade places with you." 

	Pat felt a little more relaxed now that it was out in the open. 
"I'd like to do things with them but I don't think they're taking the 
pill. I don't want to just go with any girl and do things but it's 
awfully hard not to sometimes." 

	Sean looked at his son. Pat sat there with his head hanging. Sean 
went over and hugged him. "And I'll bet something else gets hard too. 
Pat, you have no idea how proud I am of you. There are a lot of boys 
that wouldn't be as responsible or practical. I'm not saying that you 
couldn't get friendly with one or two if you liked them but even there 
you would have to be careful. They might start to brag about what you 
were doing and then things could get even tougher." 


	Sean thought for a few moments. "I'm afraid that I can't help 
much. It's something that you have to work out for yourself. You're 
doing very well and I think you're handling your problems with a lot of 
maturity. There are some alternatives. I don't like them and don't 
think you would either. You'll have more money very shortly than you'll 
ever need in your life. If you want you can go to a private school or 
an all boys school. For that matter, you don't even have to go to 
school. We could use those tutors you liked. I think they're better 
than your teachers at school anyway. But it's not a natural life. You 
would be building a cocoon around yourself and I don't think you would 
like that very much. Maybe the best thing to do is cope with things the 
way they are. You've done a good job so far." 

	The two of them sat in silence for a while. Pat thought over 
everything his father had said. Finally he heaved a big sigh and 
grinned. "Okay, dad. We leave things as they are. It is hard,", Pat 
blushed then gave another big grin, "You're right, sometimes it gets me 
hard, but I can put up with it." 

	Sean loved Pat, he was very proud of him, and amazed at how 
mature his son was acting in a very difficult situation. He didn't 
think very many thirteen year olds would do as well.

	There was one entanglement Pat didn't avoid. He was caught off 
base and there was nothing much he could have done about it. One day 
when David wasn't with them, Shirley got off the bus with Pat and said 
she wanted to talk with him. 

	Pat really liked Shirley. He would have liked to do the things 
with her that he did with Alice and he was sure he could. The only 
thing was he didn't want to take advantage of his fame. He was afraid 
she would do things with him that she really didn't want to do. He 
invited her in the house with him.

	Robin knew who Shirley was. Sean had relayed Pat's concerns about 
the girls in school and Robin wasn't as tolerant as her husband. She 
didn't want her son associating with those little sluts. The nerve of 
them trying to entrap her innocent young son. 

	Robin thought Shirley was a nice girl and prepared snacks while 
the kids went into Pat's computer room to work on the computer or play 
games on it. 

	Pat turned on the computer thinking they'd play some games. Robin 
brought them sandwiches and Pat started to explain the game to Shirley. 
Shirley looked at him as if she didn't hear a word he was saying. That 
wasn't like Shirley, she usually got what he was saying before he 
finished a sentence. Then Pat got a real shock. 

	Shirley shook her head and blushed then looked him straight in 
the eye. "Pat, you've been doing the things with my mother that you 
were supposed to have done with Aunt Mary in that movie, haven't you?" 

	Pat was caught off guard. "Uh, Well, even if I were, I wouldn't 
tell you. It's not right to tell anybody what you're doing with 
somebody else." 

	Now that she had started Shirley was no longer tongue tied. 
"That's all right, Pat. You don't have to say so. I know what my mother 
does with odd job boys. I saw her do them with the boys we had before 
you when I was too young to know what was happening. Sometimes I get 
home early from ballet. When mom had a boy in her room I would watch 
through the keyhole. When I saw the boy start to get dressed I sneaked 
out and come back later after the boy is gone. I came home early that 
first day you did odd jobs for mom and you were in her room but you 
don't have to tell me about it." 

	Pat sat there and looked at Shirley. He didn't know what to say. 
Shirley was quiet for a while too. She looked at Pat out of the corner 
of her eye and blushed. 

	"Uh, Pat?" 

	"Yeh?" 

	"I'm sort of scared of those things but I want to know about 
boys. Would you let me see you and feel you? When I saw that movie I 
got all wet between my legs. I won't say anything to my mother and I 
won't come home early from ballet any more, but I want to find out 
about boys. Uh, I really mean you're the boy I want to find out about. 
I don't think I would ever do anything with any other boy." 

	Pat blushed. Shirley wanted to do things with him but she 
certainly wasn't ready to go very far. Was he ready to take out his 
prick and let her feel it? It was almost a scary as that first time 
with her mother. 

	There were problems, if she handled his prick, he might shoot 
off. Was Shirley ready for that? He felt about Shirley the same way he 
felt about Sally in Chicago. She was someone special, he'd never even 
considered doing things with her. "Uh, Shirley?" 

	"Yeh?" 

	"You know what happened in that scene in the movie?" 

	"When you meet Aunt Mary? Uh, yeh." 

	"You know that might happen if I let you feel me?" 

	"Uh, I hadn't thought of it. I guess so." 

	"It'll embarrass me if I let you do what you want."

	Shirley blushed and kissed his cheek. It was different than the 
other kisses he'd had lately. He guessed this wouldn't happen if he 
hadn't been in that movie. He wondered how many more things were going 
to happen because of it. "All right Shirley, I'll let you do it if you 
want, but not here. My mother might come down any time." 

	Shirley gave him a another light kiss on the cheek and sat and 
thought for a while. "Nobody ever comes to the garage behind my house. 
Can we go there?" 

	Pat couldn't think of any reason why not. "Uh, I guess so. When?" 

	Shirley could hardly wait. "Gee, I'll leave now. Come there in 
fifteen minutes." 

	Shirley ran up the stairs. Pat wondered if he should jerk off. If 
he did, he might not get hard when Shirley felt him. His father had 
called it the gallant reflex. Shirley might think he didn't like her if 
he didn't get hard. He waited fifteen minutes and went to the garage. 

	Shirley was waiting for him. She let him in the door and gave him 
another little kiss. A bench was pushed up against a wall and they sat 
down. Shirley looked at Pat and blushed again. Pat blushed right along 
with her. 

	This was a lot less than what he'd done with Alice or even Sarah 
but somehow it was harder. His prick got hard just thinking about it. 
Shirley was looking at the bulge in his pants. "Uh, Pat, will you take 
it out?" 

	Pat fumbled with his fly but finally got his hard prick out in 
the open. Shirley stopped blushing. She was too interested in the organ 
Pat was exposing. She'd sneaked looks in medical books but this was 
more interesting. The white shaft with the pink head fascinated her. A 
drop of pre cum seep out of his pisshole and the crotch of her panties 
got even wetter.

	She moved her had toward Pat's prick. She rubbed the drop of pre 
cum and slid her finger across the head of his prick then rubbed all 
around the rim. She looked at his face then back down to his crotch 
which was more interesting at the moment. She wrapped her hand around 
his prick and stroked it up and down. 

	Spurt, spurt, spurt, dribble, dribble, dribble; jets of cum arced 
out of his prick and the rest leaked over Shirley's fist. It felt good 
to Pat but it made him blush.

	Shirley asked, "Does it feel good when you do that?" 

	Pat nodded, "Uh, I guess about as good as it feels when you use 
your fingers on yourself." 

	Shirley's eyebrows went up. How did Pat know that? "I never told 
you I do that." 

	Pat explained. "Uh, a book I read said all girls do that just 
like all boys pull on their thing." 

	"Oh." 

	"Uh, Shirley? 

	"Yeh?" 

	"I'll use my fingers on you if you want me to." 

	"Uh, I do want you to but I'm afraid. Maybe some other time. Do 
you mind?" 

	"No, that's all right. I better go home now it's getting close to 
supper." 

	Pat extricated his limp prick from Shirley's hand and she gave 
him another little kiss. Pat wondered why Shirley's pecks felt just as 
good as French kisses from her mother. He left for home and wondered if 
they would do this again. He was sure that this wasn't the end of it. 

	He wasn't going to make Shirley do anything she didn't want to. 
He wanted to lap her cunt but he wouldn't unless she asked. He'd like 
to fuck her and have her suck his cock but wouldn't suggest it to her. 

	That night they had a family conference after dinner. Johnny had 
called him that afternoon to tell him that he'd arranged with the 
biggest, most popular, talk show for his first TV appearance. It was a 
Friday so it wouldn't interfere with school.

	Pat wasn't too happy with it but was willing to go along. The 
movie was being considered for seven Oscars and Johnny said the more 
publicity the better. Like any adolescent, Pat was competitive. If it 
took appearances by him to win, he would do it. 

	The night came, Pat was ushered onto the set and given the chair 
next to the MC. The MC, as usual when faced with a youngster, had no 
idea how to proceed. He asked some insipid questions about school. Pat 
grinned and answered. He was doing very well in school. 

	The MC asked him about his relations with his schoolmates. Pat 
said he'd been troubled at first because everybody was paid too much 
attention to him but he'd just pretended it wasn't happening and then, 
after a while, it stopped happening and things got back to normal. 

	When Pat said he had no theatrical background the MC wanted to 
know how he did so well, he was up for an Oscar for his performance. 
Pat said he tried to act naturally and Sue Charmin had coached him. The 
MC felt he had something there and jumped on this. He asked Pat what it 
was like working for such a famous actress. 

	"Wow! It was neat." 

	"Was Sue difficult to get along with on the set?"

	"Only if you fouled up." 

	"How did it feel to have her kiss you?" 

	"Wow!" 

	"Oh, you liked that." 

	"I sure did." 

	"They say you spent a good deal of time with Sue in her dressing 
room." 

	"Yeh, we studied lines together and she coached me on how to 
act."

	"They say that's not all that went on there." 

	"What do you mean?" 

	"They say that she taught you other things." 

	Pat didn't like this. He decided to play innocent.

	"What do you mean?" 

	"Well, they say she was treating you the way Aunt Mary treated 
Jamie." 

	Pat got indignant.

	"Why would a woman like Ms. Charmin want to do anything with a 
kid like me except help me get the scenes right?" 

	The MC realized he was getting nowhere.

	"Uh, That meeting scene, wasn't that difficult?" 

	"It had to be done that way to make it work." 

	"Wasn't it embarrassing to do that?" 

	Pat blushed and stammered. "Uh, I'd rather not talk about that 
scene. It just had to be done that way." 

	The MC persisted. "But it must have been embarrassing to have 
them make you do that in public." 

	Pat blushed again then looked directly at the MC and shook his 
head. "They cleared the set to shoot that scene and nobody talked about 
it after that. The only time it's really embarrassing is when somebody 
like you insists on asking about it in front of all these people." 

	The MC had the grace to apologize. He went on to the next guest. 
The rest of the guests on the show kept pulling Pat back into the 
conversation even though the MC tried to steer it another way. Sean, 
Robin, and Johnny thought he handled things rather well. The phone was 
ringing when they got home and Sue was on the line to tell him he was a 
doll.

	The TV columnist all picked up on it and said how that well 
poised youngster had put the MC in his place. Johnny called and said he 
had at least a dozen more requests for talk shows. The boy's at school, 
David included, wanted to know if he'd done things besides study lines 
in Sue Charmin's dressing room. Pat never did lie, he just looked 
innocent and ask what else did they think he could have been doing. 

	When it came to the less specific areas he was less inhibited and 
when the boys at school asked about how it felt to kiss Sue he would 
tell them how she would rub up against him and how good it felt. 

	The boys all got a big kick out of that and felt they were being 
let in on things other people didn't know. The coolness that had 
developed when the girls were chasing him gradually disappeared and he 
developed a few more friendships. 

	Movie Magazine wanted to do an article and Johnny said he should 
do it. They came out on a Saturday with cameras and a writer spent the 
whole day with him. Even Robin approved of the story when it came out. 
The writer had made much over the fact that Pat kept his odd job 
position because his other money was tied up and it was the only way he 
could get any pocket money. Things were going well.

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