Date: Mon, 17 Aug 1998 01:54:21 PDT
From: Corey Phoenix <jayzee711@hotmail.com>
Subject: Casting Call with Matt Damon

Disclaimer: This story is intended for mature audiences.  If you are 
under the legal age where you live or do not like this kind of story, go 
no further.  I retain the copyright to this work and it may not be 
posted to any other website or newsgroup without my consent.  I do not 
know Matt Damon, this is a work of fiction and in no way implies the 
sexual orientation of Matt Damon. This is just a fantasy of mine, but 
Matt, if you're reading this and like it, e-mail me!

As always, comments and suggestions are welcome at 
jayzee711@hotmail.com.  Flames will be ignored.


CASTING CALL WITH MATT DAMON
By Corey Phoenix

     At first it seemed like a dream come true. I had finally gotten my 
novel published, then; before it even hit the market; a production 
company optioned the movie rights and went into pre-production. What 
more could a first time author ask for? How about being invited to the 
casting auditions?

     That's were things went south in a hurry. It was nothing like what 
I had expected. There were ten of us on the casting panel, and over one 
week we must have seen at least six hundred actors. We managed to cast 
all but one part; the lead. No one was right
for Jared.

     It was eight o'clock Friday night, and we had just finished the 
final audition. William, the director, leaned back in his chair and 
sighed. I wearily put my head on the table and rubbed the back of my 
neck.

     "What about Michael Smith?" William asked, holding up Michael's 
glossy. I didn't even have to look at it to know who he was. Smith was 
gorgeous. His looks matched how I pictured Jared, but . . . Well, 
remember Nathan Lane's character in "The Birdcage"? 

     I shook my head. "Too gay."

     William held up some more glossies, which I shot down for various 
reasons. Too tall, too skinny, too muscular. Finally, William leaned 
back in his chair in disgust. "Let's pick someone and do a re-write to 
make him fit!" The door opened, but I ignored it.

     Re-write! I poured the last two years of my life into making this 
story perfect, and this hack wanted me to re-write it to make his job 
easier? That's what I was thinking, but all I said was "No."

     "I agree," a familiar voice with a Boston accent said. "This is the 
second best script I've ever read."

     Ten pairs of eyes swivelled to the door and ten jaws hit the table. 
There, leaning against the door and holding a copy of *my* script, was 
Matt Damon! He was wearing baggy, torn jeans, a tight, ripped up t-shirt 
and a baseball cap.

     "Sorry I'm late, but I had a couple of things I needed to do before 
I got here."

     William was the first to recover his composure.

     "No problem, Mr. Damon. We weren't aware that you were interested 
in auditioning for this project."

     My mind was racing. Matt Damon was in front of me, in the flesh, 
and he wanted to be in my film! There were only a couple of straight 
parts in it, which one was he interested in? I promised myself that 
which ever part he wanted, I would expand.

     "I just got the script last night from a friend," Matt was saying, 
bringing me back to where we were. "If it's not already cast . . ."

     "Mr. Damon," I interrupted, "none of the parts are locked yet. 
Which part were you interested in?"

     He smiled at me and I was lost. Damn my original story! I'd redo 
the entire thing to make his character the lead.

     "Please, call me Matt. I'd like to read for Jared."

     Oh! My! Gawd! The answer to all our problems and quiet a few of my 
fantasies had been solved. Still, there were a couple of points that I 
needed to make sure of.

     "Before we start, Matt, Jared's a blond. Would you have a problem 
dying your hair?"

     Once again he gave me that killer smile. Slowly, he reached up and 
pulled off his hat, shaking hair longer than I had ever seen him with 
loose. Not only was it the exact shade as Jared, but cut into the same 
style. Suddenly, my jeans were too tight around my crotch.

     "Does this answer your question?" he asked with a mischievous 
twinkle in his eyes.

     "Uh, yeah." I was finding it hard to breath. "All right. Next 
point: this is a gay movie. Jared is gay."

     "Well, duh. I did read the script."

     I blushed. "Okay. The part calls for nudity, maybe including full 
frontal in one scene."

     "I know. When Jared and Christian have the argument right before 
Chris has to go to Germany and Jared walks out of the bedroom without 
putting any clothes on."

     Oh, yeah. He knew the script. One more point.

     "It also calls for several kissing scenes."

     Matt laughed and shook his head. "I know. What's it going to take 
to convince you?" He walked over to where I was sitting, leaned over the 
table and planted his lips on mine. I was in heaven. Then, he slipped 
his tongue into my mouth, and I made the front of my boxers a sticky 
mess.

     He held us like that for a minute, then let me go. I slumped back 
into my chair, dazed.

     "Someone call the paramedics, I think he's in shock," someone to my 
left said and laughed. Faintly, I heard William.

     "At least he went with a smile on his face."

     I started to come back to my senses to find everyone staring at me. 
Matt had a wide smile on his beautiful face.

     "Well?"

     "You've got the part." I gasped out.

     William laughed. "Not so fast. Okay, Matt. You've convinced Corey, 
but I'm gonna have to see you do a scene before I give my approval."

     "Fair enough," Matt agreed. "How about page 218. Corey, will you 
read Chris's part for me?"

     The argument scene. I couldn't believe he had chosen that one. I 
opened my script and flipped to the page to re-familiarize myself with 
the lines. Once I was sure of my lines, I glanced at Matt. We was laying 
on the couch, and when he saw that I was ready, he motioned for me to 
come over to him. I got up and sat down on the arm of the couch, next to 
his head. I gave Matt his cue.

     He did the lines perfectly from memory. When he said his last line, 
I expected him to end the scene there. Instead, he grabbed my wrist and 
pulled me down on top of him, just like Jared did to Chris in the 
script. Our mouths met again and he locked me in the longest, most
passionate kiss of my life. While we were kissing, his hands roamed over 
my back until they reached my ass. With both hands he squeezed my ass 
and pulled us tightly together. I could feel
a huge hard-on in his jeans rubbing up against my own.

     Vaguely, I could hear William shouting.

     "Okay, you two, get a room. Matt! You've got the part. You can stop 
now."

     Slowly, Matt let me go and sat up. I sat next to him and tried to 
catch my breath. This was the one moment I would always remember from 
the filming of my first screenplay.

     "Okay, everyone," William stood up, "That's a wrap. Carl, let the 
actors know what parts they have tomorrow morning." A devilish smile 
crossed his face. "Don't tell anyone who got the part of Jared. I can't 
wait to see everyone's face when Matt walks on set the first day."

     There were murmurs of agreement as everyone got up and headed out 
the door. Matt and I were still sitting on the couch. When I started to 
get up, he grabbed my wrist and pulled me back down.

     "Corey," he leaned close to me and whispered in my ear, sending a 
shiver down my spine, "Do you want to go out for some caramels? I'd like 
to get some background on Jared."

     I laughed at his reference to "Good Will Hunting". "How about a 
beer?"

     "Okay." He led me out the door. I expected him to go to the bar 
next to the commissary, which was where a lot of the actors go to unwind 
after a shoot. Instead, we went to the parking lot and got into his 
Corvette. 

     As we drove off the movie lot, we talked about this and that, 
nothing important. He found out I was from Phoenix, was currently single 
and had seen ever single one of his movies at least twenty time apiece, 
including "Mystic Pizza" where he only had about five seconds of screen 
time. I told him how I had nearly given up on the idea of writing when 
my computer crashed and I lost every single word I had typed. He told me 
about his and Ben's struggle trying
to write "GWH" while working on separate projects across the country 
from each other. All in all, we hit it off, just two writers sharing 
their hard luck stories. I barely noticed that we had turned into West 
Hollywood.

     Now, everyone's heard about San Francisco. For the uninitiated, 
West Hollywood is a combination of San Fran with all the weirdness of 
Hollywood. I began wondering why this totally hot looking actor was 
driving me to the Gayest Place on Earth (sorry, Walt, it fits.)

     "Uh, Matt? Where are we going?"

     He glanced sideways at me and flashed that smile again. Just when I 
think I got my heart back under control, he does that and it starts 
beating a million miles a minute again. He didn't say anything as we 
pulled into an underground parking garage under an apartment building.

     "We're here," he said as he pulled the Corvette into a numbered 
parking space. "You said you wanted a beer, so I thought I'd take you to 
my place. I rent this apartment for when I need to be close to the 
studios, but not be as obvious in the local community. Come on."

     We got out of the car and he led me to an elevator. Once inside, he 
pulled an electronic key from his pocket and slid it into the slot. The 
car started moving. I didn't say anything, I couldn't. I just wasn't 
this lucky. We'd get up to his apartment and I'd find out that he was a
look-alike, not really Matt at all. I'd find out . . . well, I don't 
know what I'd find out; but this couldn't be happening.

     All this time, Matt just leaned against the wall and smiled. He 
could tell how nervous I was, but wasn't going to let me off the hook. 
Finally, the door opened into the biggest, most lavish apartment I had 
ever seen. We stepped inside and he threw his hat on the coffee table, 
then went into the kitchen.

     "Make yourself at home," he called as I heard the refrigerator 
opening.

     I wandered around the room, admiring the art on the wall. On the 
wall next to the couch was a fireplace. On the mantle was a golden 
statue and above the statue was a framed sheet of paper. Closer 
examination of the base of the statue revealed the words:

Best Screenplay: Good Will Hunting
Matt Damon and Ben Afleck 

and the paper turned out to be a folded card with the same words written 
on it. He was real!

     Matt came back out of the kitchen with two beers.  Somewhere along 
the way, he had stripped off his shirt, revealing his tight, hard chest 
and stomach.  I couldn't believe that I was standing here in Matt's 
apartment with him half naked.  When he saw me looking at the statue, he 
laughed.

     "Yeah, I'm the real deal.  I don't normally leave Oscar out, but 
Mike said that you'd be hard to convince, so I took it out of the safe 
before I left."

     "Uh, yeah,"  I stuttered.  "Mike?  You mean Michael Smith?"

     "Yeah, Mike.  He helped us out a lot when Ben and I came here to 
sell Hunting.  But I don't want to talk about Mike right now. Come 
here."

     With that, he pulled me onto the couch and we started kissing 
again.  Slowly, he pulled my shirt out of my jeans and pulled it off, so 
our bare chests rubbed against each other.  The heat coming off his body 
sent chills down my spine and his hands ran up and down my bare back.

     "Mike was right, " he said as he released my lips.  "You are hot.  
Just my type."  Matt's fingers undid my belt and buttons on my jeans 
while I did the same with his.  He slipped his hand down the front of my 
jeans and gave me a squeeze.  "I've been looking for someone like you 
for so long . . ."

     Not one to waste an opportunity, I pulled his jeans and shorts 
down, revealing his seven inch hard-on.  It was surrounded by a dense 
patch of brown hair.  I wrapped my hand around it and was surprised to 
find I could barely close my fingers around it, it was so thick.

     After a few strokes, he pushed my hand away and pulled off my 
jeans, then leaned me back on the couch.  His eyes twinkled as he leaned 
down and took my hard-on in his mouth.  God, it felt so great.  Within a 
minute, his sexy lips were wrapped around the base of my shaft and his 
talented throat started doing things with the head that I had never had 
done before.

     I didn't last long.  A couple of minutes of that treatment and I 
shot my load down his throat.  He swallowed it all, then pulled off.  I 
pulled his head up and kissed him.  The taste of my cum in his mouth was 
so erotic.

     "My turn," I said and dove onto his cock.  Now, friends of mine had 
joked that I had a big mouth before, but it was a struggle to take all 
of Matt in my mouth.

     "Oh, Corey.  That's so good.  Keep doing that man."

     Who was I to say no?  Finally, I was able to take him all the way 
down.  After about ten minutes, he pulled my head up off of him.

     "That felt good, but I want to fuck you."

     We walked back into the bedroom and laid down on the king size bed.  
Matt reached into the night stand and pulled out a condom and some lube.

     "Lay on your back."

     I did what he told me, and watched fascinated as he squirted some 
lube onto his hands.  He put my legs over his shoulders and gently 
rubbed the cool liquid into my ass.  I gasped as he first put one, then 
two fingers into my hole and slid them in and out.  He pulled his 
fingers out, then lubed up his cock.

     "You ready for the fuck of your life, stud?"  he growled 
seductively.

     "You can't believe how ready I am.  Stick that dick in me, Matt."

     Without another word, he started rubbing the head of his cock up 
and down my crack, driving me crazy.  Then, with one quick thrust, he 
was buried to the pubes.  I could feel his balls slapping against my ass 
as he began fucking me.  This was so awesome!

     I looked up and his face.  He had his eyes closed in concentration, 
enjoying the feeling my ass was giving his dick.  Then he opened his 
eyes and smiled down at me.  Five minutes later, I grabbed my dick and 
started jerking it.

     "Oh, yeah.  Corey.  Shoot for me."

     "Tell me when you're close."

     Matt laughed.  "Hell, man, I've already been holding back so you 
could cum.  Get ready."

     He shot his load in my ass and I could feel the condom expanding 
from the size of his load.  I shot off again, covering both our chests 
in my sticky semen.  Exhausted, Matt lay on top of me as we caught our 
breath.

     "So that's what Jared felt the first time he fucked Chris."  Matt 
said, his words muffled by my shoulder.

     "What do you mean?  I never wrote any sex scenes for the script, 
just led up to them."

     Matt rolled over and I felt his now flaccid cock slip out of my 
ass.  Then he snuggled up to me.

     "I've read your other stories about those two, Jayzee."

     I must have jumped, because Matt laughed again.

     "I surf the web.  I just read your latest installment last night.  
When I started telling Mike about it, he handed me the script.  I 
couldn't believe you and Jayzee were the same person, but after reading 
the script, I knew you were and that I had to meet you."

     I shook my head and kissed the top of Matt's head.  "Then I guess I 
owe Mike my thanks.  I'll have to write in a part for him in the 
screenplay."

     "You know, . . . " Matt started.  I rolled over so we were face to 
face and let my hands wander over his perfect body.  "I've been thinking 
about buying a house in Phoenix.  Maybe we could collaborate on a 
screenplay."

     Knowing it was foolish, I had half hoped that he was going to say 
that we could live together.  Reality check.  Matt was a famous actor, 
what could he possibly see in me?  I tried not to sound too 
disappointed.

     "About what?"

     "Oh, I don't know.  How about the story of a struggling author who 
finally gets a film deal.  He meets the handsome leading man and falls 
madly in love with him and the two of them spend the rest of their lives 
together?"

     I laughed.  "I don't know.  It's gonna take a lot of research, 
maybe years.  Are you up to it?"

     We kissed.  "With you, I'm up to anything."