Date: Sat, 21 May 2016 21:51:13 +0300 From: Jack Pinkerton Subject: How Hunter Got Into Show Business, Chapter 07 How Hunter Got Into Show Business Chapter 07, Mb By Jack B Pink (jack.b.pink@yandex.com) http://www.asstr.org/~JackBPink/ Codes: Mb(10), bb, oral, ws Please be aware that this story describes, in erotic detail, sexual interactions between males and between adults and minors (both over and under 14). The author vehemently discourages and condemns any sort of adult-child abuse including sexual abuse - even if all parties involved are "consenting" at the time. Seriously. It's not worth destroying a child's life to get off. Just read these harmless stories. This story is meant solely for entertainment purposes, not instruction. Please do yourself a favor and DON'T harm or abuse any real children. The characters and events depicted in this story are completely fabrications and in no way relate to real people or real events. Any appearance of similarity to real persons or events is completely coincidental. ***I thrive on feedback. If you enjoy this or any of my other stories, I'd love to hear from you. If I made you cum, let me know (consider it payment ;) ).*** -- Hunter's eyes flicked reluctantly open as a small moan escaped his lips. His lips and tongue smacked against each other as his consciousness tasted the salty sour flavor of hours-old cum in his mouth. The flavor immediately brought back the night's drunken memories to the ten-year-old. He tried to lurch up, but his cheek pulled against something. A deep grunt sounded in Hunter's ears. He stopped and took a moment to analyze his limited view. An olive-colored mound peppered with a thick snarl of black hair sat under the boy's face. It filled half his vision and rose and fell rhythmically. Mr. Millson! Hunter remembered. The penis. The squirting. The anus. The slapping. The crushing. His brow furrowed in worry. What had he done? His heart raced in fear and worry. He knew it had been sex stuff. Gay sex stuff. And he knew he was bad to do it. But when the memories came back, he knew his little penis grew hard and he knew what that meant. He knew some of the feeling in his stomach were good, and he knew that was bad. But among this cacophony of emotion, Hunter also identified confusion. Where was Mr. Juiles? How would the boy get home? An even more urgent feeling interrupted these worries. His bladder was full. He had to go pee. Hunter carefully peeled his cheek from the slumbering stomach below him. He looked down at the sleeping giant of a man. His firm bulky hairy body. His soft, but still massive noodle lay limp above a pair of large goofball-sized testes. For a moment, Hunter stared longingly at the man. Not just at the intimidating maleness, but at his hairy chest, so powerful. His bearded face, so handsome. His strong hands, so abusive. But the young boy's face fell once again on the sleeping man's ample package. Hunter didn't even realize he was smacking his lips as his mouth watered. His preteen homosexual biology was just starting to bud into hormonal sexuality. And his hormones were taking control away from his sense of decency, propriety, and self respect. He leaned his crusty face towards the man's hairy scrotum. His inhalation was deep and the wafts of Mr. Millson's middle-aged musk, so salty and nutty, filled the preteen's olfactories causing the boy to swoon involuntarily. He stumbled back light-headed and his legs tripped on a padded bench causing him to tumble to the floor. The spell was broken. Hunter got up. Took one more look at the Arab to make sure he was still asleep, and ran quickly to the door, his feet pattering against the cold floor. He fumbled at the knob, his human brain overpowering his primal lizard brain. Terror at his lustful feelings, his desires filled his emotional core. The ten-year-old finally managed the door handle and stumbled out of the out building into the grassy yard bright with the early morning sun. He ran as fast as he could. Only a few steps before he stumbled breathlessly to his knees. The panic had built. Had almost taken over. He fell forward to his hands and took deep breaths, feeling himself calm. Soon, the boy was relaxed enough to stand. Hunter looked around him at the immaculate yard, feeling the bright morning sun warm his naked loins. His mind had been so wild for the last few minutes that it crashed. Hunter let go of his worries, his despairs, his lusts and just closed his eyes and felt the sun beating on him like a comforting blanket, warming him. He relished the smooth warmth on his little hairless genitals. His penis. His eyes shot open as he remembered. His bladder. Full. Hunter quickly ran to the main house. He jogged past the new empty spa but slowed to look for his clothes. They weren't where he remembered leaving them and a surge in his groin reminded him of his mission. He almost decided to pee in the pool, but considering his desires for stardom, decided not to. So he continued his search. Hunter didn't remember seeing the bathroom last night, but he was so busy and so nervous. There was a hallway past the main room with the dance floor. Hunter remembered seeing several men and boys go down their last night. There was probably a bathroom there. As he walked through the hallway, he peeked through each doorway he passed. Curiously there were no actual doors, but inside them were tangls of naked boys and men sleeping. Hunter wondered if he was the only one up. In one room, he recognized Zachy, laying between the legs of a giant bear of a man. The younger boy's head was nestled against the man's taint, boy-blond-hair mixing with man-black-curls. The man's giant balls sat on the eiight-year-old's forehead. A surge of jealousy grew in Hunter's chest, but he moved on continuing his search. Hunter was almost to the end of the hall when he ran smack into a smaller body rushing out of the room he was passing. The two stumbled apart and Hunter saw it was a younger boy, probably six, maybe seven, with short carrot-red hair and freckles all over his body. Hunter looked at him all over, always curious and yes - the little boy's hard penis was just as freckled as his smooth body. "Please," the boy moaned in a whisper, "I need to cum. Suck me off and I'll do you, too." Hunter almost refused, his bladder burning, but the red-head stepped up to him. He was much shorter, his head didn't even reach Hunter's chin. But Hunter sensed someting. An odor. A man's odor on the boy. His brain did the same flip it did when he woke up. Hunter pushed his nose in the boy's face. Smelling a familiar scent of man musk, but it was different than Mr. Millson's. But still intoxicating, and mind-controlling. Hunter smelled down the boy, then stuck his tongue out to tase the smooth skin, and the dried salty man sweat. He licked down the boy's chest, enjoying the taste without realizing it. But the boy was single visioned and wasn't keen on wasting any time. His little hands gripped the hair on the sides of Hunter's head and pulled him down. Hunter allowed this, still bewitched by the musk that seemed to be all over the red-head. Soon he was in front of the hard dappled little nail and smooth pubes. Without hesitation, he engulfed the little thing and started bobbing on it, trying to mimic what he'd done to Mr. Millson's dick. But apparently this little boy liked things a little different. "Just suck on it like a lollypop, Baby," He instructed, holding Hunter's head still. Hunter felt wierd being called 'Baby' by this little kid, but did as instructed curling his tongue around the smooth little pecker and sucking rather than bobbing. He hadn't had time to really exerience Mr. Millson's dick, but he could feel red-head's fully. All the ridges and smoothness as Hunter's tongue slid against it. After mere moments of Hunter's fellating, he could hear the boy breathing harder and his little dickie became really really hard. His grip on Hunter's head tightened and he started to thrust deeply into the older boy's mouth. "Ang nggn neee," the boy whined above Hunter, then became suddenly quiet before pulling his now limp noodle out. Hunter stood up, looking at the boy. He was relaxed, his face flush behind his freckles and his eyes were closed. Then he look at Hunter and gave him a devious grin. "Thanks, Baby," he stepped up to Hunter, "I needed that. Do you want me to do it to you?" His little hand found Hunter's inches, hard, to Hunter's surprise. "Actually, I really need to pee." Hunter said desperately. The red-headed boy looked a little queasy all of a sudden and his smile went away. "Do you know where the restroom is?" The boy relaxed and smiled again, "Sure, it's the last door over there." He wasn't even finished taking before Hunter was running to the bathroom. He didn't even close the door as he stepped up to the toilet. His dick was still hard and he had trouble pointing it down, so he leaned forward a little and finally, relaxed. The stream shot out of him and forcefully splattered against the porceline bowl. His erection faded as the pressure lessened and he sighed in releif. But then his dick started to rise again. It detected something. Hunter couldn't stop his urination, so soon he was splattering on thr rim of the toilet. "What ees 'dis?" Hunter looked around and saw a fat man standing naked at the door. He dragged the red-headed boy with him as he took a few steps into the bathroom. Then he pushed the little boy towards the shower and walked up to the still peeing Hunter. "You are missing de target, boy. I help." And he stepped behind peeing Hunter and pushed his large belly against the boy's back, wrapping his arms around the preteen. Hunter felt the soft hand grab his hard urinating penis and start to point it downward. Hunter got a wiff of the man's scent and he smelled exactly like the little red-headed boy. No question now who's sweat Hunter had been licking. I happened again, but he expected it now. The familiar light-headedness and arousal. Hunter leaned his ten-year-old head back against the flabby chest of his molester and breathed in deeply, moaning. The man behind Hunter grunted in reaction and started stroking the boy's penis. His stream had weakened, but still flowed. He could feel the man's dick enlarge and harden against his butt, then it slipped in between his cheeks. Hunter didn't know why, but he pushed his butt back against the man's cock as his stream dribbled to a stop. Tbe fat man moved his hands to Hunter's hips and guided him gently over to ther red-head standing in the shower stall. The man ordered the preteens to kneel before him. They obeyed. Hunter found imself face-to-prick with the man's short but fat erection. Without any encouragement, Hunter pressed his face into the man's package, taking in his scent, tasting his sweat. He mouthed the side of the man's penis and could see the red-head mirroring him. Their lips couldn't quite touch around the ample shaft, but they both worked to bring the man pleasure. Hunter was first to put the man's penis in his mouth. He wanted to, so he opened as wide as he could and wedged the girth in. He could taste the satly pre, the sweaty skin on this tongue. He started to suck like he had with the red-head, but found the cock in his mouth was too big to allow his tongue to suction. But this wasn't what the man wanted. With disappointment, Hunter felt the dick leave his mouth. Wordlessly, the man handled the children below him, pushing their faces together. Both boys knew what the man wanted them to do. Hunter felt the soft lips of the red-head touch his own. Then he felt the soft wet tongue pushing against his lips. Then he felt something else entirely. Something completely unexpected. A warm splatter his his cheek. Then it moved up and over. Hunter opened his eyes to see the yellow liquid streaming down the red-headed boy's unhappy face. Then the smell of urine hit him. The man was peeing on him! On them! Hunter was grossed out, but dared not try to stop. Besides, the other boy was tolerating it, too. He felt the hot pee splatter back on him as the man guided his stream all over the boy's body. Finally, the thick penis pointed at the boys' lips and Hunter could taste the foulness that filled his nose. A large hand had Hunter by the head. Was pulling him away from the other boy. Was turning his head to face the pee. Was pulling his lips to the source of the stream. Hunter clamped his lips tight as he felt the man's stream meet his closed lips. Then a finger was in his mouth, between his teeth, prying his jaw open. As quick as a snap, the penis was shoved in his mouth and Hunter felt the fat man peeing on his tongue. This was too much. Hunter gagged and doubled over, the pee in his mouth splattering on the shower floor. Hunter, on his hands and knees could still feel the man going on him. On his back. In his hair. He felt the warmth saturate his head before streaming down his cheeks onto the floor. The man kneeled down in front of him and rested his cock on the back of Hunter's head. The flow stopped. The man's sack hung low against Hunter's forehead. The musk waften into Hunter's nose overpowering the revolting smell of urine. The man was rubbing Hunter's wet back. Then his wet butt. "AAhg," Hunter cried out as a fat digit pushed inside his little sphincter. "My, My, leetle boy," the fat man was saying as his finger pushed and twisted inside Hunter, "You are a tight one, hehe. Are you a virgin?" Hunter winced at the pain in his anus. "What do you mean?" he could still smell the sourness of the man's pee and the intoxicating aromoa of his balls. The boy could feel the man's five inches of fat meat throb on th back of his wet head. "Hehehe," The man laughed, "I guess so." He pushed his finger in farther and... "Oh!" Hunter exclaimed at the surprise pleasure. His sphincter was still sore, but an intense, odd pleasure filled his groin, throbbing from the end of his erect boydick to the rim of his stretched sphincter. The man prodded again, harder, and the odd pleasure was that much more intense. "Oh, mmm," the boy moaned. "If you like thees, you'll enjoy thees," The fat man lifted his cock off Hunter's head and slaped it against the boy's soft cheek. Hunter, as if driven by instinct, leaned his opened mouth towards the thick member, but the man briskly pulled it away. "No no no," The man said and stood up and walked around the kneeling boy, keeping his finger firmly lodged. Once behind the preteen virgin, he pulled his finger free and quickly pushed the tip of his naked dick against the tight boypuss. Hunter knew what the man was going to do and couldn't beleive it. If a little finger hurt that bad, a fat cock would hurt even worse. He started to pull away, but the man gripped his hip firmly with one hand while guiding his dick with the other. Hunter felt the pressure. It became painful as it increased. the man was trying to force his cock in the unwilling ten-year-old, but the young virgin sphicter was resistant. Hunter was clenching as hard as he could while he struggled fruitlessly to get away. But the pressure started to receed as a dull pain coupled with a terrifying stretch grew. The man's hard penis was starting to breach little Hunter. "Le'Strata!" Suddenly the pressure vanishes and the stretching ends as the man jerks away. Hunter looks over and sees Mr. Juiles standing in the doorway, naked looking very angry. "You know the rules Rafael." For his part the fat man, Rafael Le'Strata, looked somewhat abashed. "But Amitie, I did not know he was untouch. My apologies profusely." It was clear Mr. Juiles didn't beleive the lie, but he didn't challenge the French director, "Well, go play with your little toy," he indicated the almost forgotten red headed boy, "I need to clean Hunter up before I take him home." The unhappy man and equally unhappy little boy left the child talent agent and child talent alone in the bathroom. Hunter started to get to his feet, but Mr. Juiles stopped him. "Stay like that, boy." He got behind the ten-year-old and Hunter felt the now familiar feeling of a finger probing his little boyhole. "Good, it doesn't feel like he got very far in." The probe exited, but Hunter felt something else familiar. A warm splatter streamed against his anus. Hunter shuddered as he felt the disgusting liquid drip down his crack and off his tight hairless balls. He felt the man's pee move up his back, then suddenly stop. A hand on his shoulder guided Hunter into a kneeling position. He looked up at the wirey man at the soft penis pinched closed in the man's fingers. He watched as the fingers relaxed and the man's urethra opened to a jet of yellow that splattered hotly against Hunter's forehead. Hunter's stomach churned and he drew away, but seemingly out of nowhere a hand was gripping his hair, holding his face in the yellow stinky stream. He felt the pressure against his closed eyelids and on his cheeks. Then it was on his lips. "Open your mouth wide," came a commanding voice. Hunter didn't even think of disobeying despite his revulsion. It was only natural. As soon as his lips parted and his jaws separated as wide as they could, Hunter tasted the foulness as it streamed into his mouth, onto his tongue, and dribbled down his chin and chest. It tasted worse than the fat man's. The urination quickly diminished and stopped. Hunter's head was free and he leaned over and spat out the man's pee. He could still tate it on his tongue. Smell it in his nose and he was disgusted with himself. He looked up and Mr. Juiles was crouched down next to him, smiling. "You did very good this weekend. You are going to be a huge star!" And he hugged the naked boy. Hunter was surprised, but the ache and disgust in his stomach were replaced by pride and joy at the compliment. He hugged the naked man back. "Now let's get you cleaned up and take you home. * * * Miles Millson walked up to Brendan Bailey, tying a short robe around himself. Bailey was watching Mr. Juiles walk a freshly washed Hunter to his car, hand in hand. "What do you think, Miles," the younger producer asked. Miles watched as the man dress the boy, then throw on some casual clothes himself. "He's a good actor, and clearly takes direction well." "He's cute as fuck," Brendan observed. "Cute enough to fuck," Miles agreed. "And I think he can be made to be a star. But I also want him." Brendan looked at his friend, "I thought you might. There's more money in a Hollywood star." "Yes, but it's so hard to find a good, willing, beautiful actor. He'll make a fortune either way." Brandon looked away towards the car driving off. "Yes, either way. Or both." Miles glanced over, "What are you thinking, Brendan?" "Brunch?" -- Thanks for reading. I can be contacted at jack.b.pink@yandex.com.