Date: Mon, 22 Mar 2004 11:52:13 -0800 (PST) From: Ganymede Subject: Movie Brat Chapter 12 WARNING: This story contains descriptions of sexual acts involving a man and a MINOR boy. Such descriptions are an integral part of the story. While the story may appeal to prurient interests, it is intended to have serious literary value. As a friend recently said: "Everyone has the right to fantasy. No one has the right to censor an imagination, or dreams." With that in mind, know that this story is not true! Further, it is not intended to promote illegal acts against minors, but to demonstrate that men and boys can love each other despite the prevalent attitudes of western society. It is my goal to help readers appreciate that love. The sexual acts described in the story are the result of my imagination. I have not performed these acts, and I do not encourage others to perform them with minors. 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Reference is also made in context to movies, characters, and actors that have become part of modern western culture. No other implication about the true sexuality of the people mentioned or their private lives is intended. All copyrights and trademarks belong to the holders. Now that the preliminaries are out of the way..... THE NIFTY ARCHIVE: The Nifty Archive needs your support. If you enjoy reading this story, please remember that it is available only because of the Nifty Archive. Instructions are provided on the Nifty home page for how to provide support. Movie Brat, by Ganymede Chapter 12. ".... It's time to rock, guys. Hold the dial on 106.5. and whatever else is handy, and let's get ready to dance. It's a babe-favorite. Get down and get dirty in L.A. Here it comes,... yeah. This one is for the Sandman....." Will's cell phone rang almost the instant he exited from I- 405. Aching shoulders. Wind-burned face. A long way from San Diego on the I-5. Tired. Frustrated too, because the overnight trip south was all but wasted. He had hoped to set up an audition for Dyani with a local company production that was working in conjunction with the San Diego Zoo. 'Wild Kingdom' for kids, was supposed to be the theme. There was an opening for a juvenile co-host. However, the director/ producer opted for political correctness over acting skill. One white girl. One black boy. Dyani was out the running before the race even started. As always, it was a scramble to find his cell phone despite its persistent musical ringing. At the next intersection, he pulled over and stopped the car. Engine running. The cell phone was still in the side pocket of his jacket where he left it, but by then the answering system had picked up the call. Will was never more aware of the empty seat beside him as he tossed his jacket back onto the seat where Dyani had sat for only a week. So often, so many times. thinking of the boy's always ready smile. The dark eyes that always seemed to be looking for his eyes. Only a week and two days since Dyani boarded the plane to Indianapolis with his mother. One week and two days of hell. Grim determination. He had to go on living, doing his best to find a movie for Dyani Deere that didn't require him fucking with some other guy. Because a deal was a deal, because he promised him that. He fought the impulse to get drunk yet again. Instead, he called the answering system. He did not expect a call from Aaron Brown. Automatic redial worked. Direct line to the man himself. "Aaron, it's Will Sterling." "Man, you're quick. I just finished leaving a message. I wasn't expecting a call back until tomorrow." "I'm just driving around with nothing to do." "Really? If I was in your shoes I'd be in the sack with Dyani." "Fat chance of that." "Hey, here's why I called, you lucky fucker. I heard you were looking for some work for him?" Will didn't tell him that Dyani was gone. Had been gone for a week and two long days. "Yes?" "I got confirmation of something just today that you might find real interesting. It's an idea a few of us have been kicking around for a couple of years now. I just got through reading the second draft script and the market evaluation is positive, so it looks like a happening thing." Will tensed, hearing the excitement in Aaron's voice, but not really believing it could involve him and Dyani. "Yes?" "Chris Kaufman wrote it, by the way. You know him, right?" "Steven's boy?" More than a boy. Steven Kaufman's adopted son. Lover too. Four wonderful years of making love together. Chris was fifteen and as sexy as any boy who Will Sterling knew. Skinny, smooth-skinned boy. Popping Melatonin. Just enough to slow the puberty thing down to a crawl, but not enough to stop it altogether. Skinny dipping at Steven's estate on the outskirts of Palm Springs. Tanned boy, from head to toe. "Yeah, that's him. He's sitting right here. So is Steven, by the way. Say hi to Will, guys." "Hi Will." Two voices, one older, one younger, both distinguished despite the distance of several feet from Aaron's cell phone. Will said 'hi' back, loudly in the hope that they would hear him. "We're here at De Cielo. You know the place?" "De Cielo? I go there all the time." It was not all that far away from Will's office or home. Italian-style duck, chicken and rabbit entrees with an atmosphere unlike any other restaurant in L.A. Classical class and lots of romance instead of contemporary California-European-modern. It was one of Will's favorite restaurants when he had something to celebrate, which wasn't lately. "You got it. I was wondering whether you wanted to join us? Eddie's bringing Draven, and with you and Dyani, we'd all be together. I was thinking we could drink some Chianti and put it to bed while we're eating." "I'm um,... I'm kind of tied up for a while," Will answered tiredly. "Put what to bed?" "The deal." "What deal?" "Didn't I tell you at Emmett's party?" "No." Long sigh. Thinking back. His thoughts had been elsewhere at the time. Will remembered being flashed by Movie Brat as he rushed, then dove into the water with barely a splash. Little pale butt. Teenie weenie, but as sexy as a boy could be. He had watched Dyani swim naked several times after that, but that first glimpse of the boy would forever stay with him. Hard to keep his mind on what Aaron had been saying at the time. Something about a project especially for their boys. "Anyway, truth is, Aaron, Dyani's gone home for a while," Will added quietly. "Huh?" "He and his mom left last week." "Not for good, right?" "I hope not." "Hm,... I heard you had a problem with Freeman?" Aaron prompted. "That had something to do with it," Will said dryly. "Eddie told me you were hoping to get a contract for Dyani in that 'Oliver Twist' thing he's got going on." "That was part of it."Will took a deep breath. Remembering more than he wanted. "Let's just say the price he wanted was a bit too high." Understatement of the year. Donny Freeman wanted Dyani's ass for twenty thousand dollars and a third tier role in a made- for-TV B movie. It wasn't worth it. However, Will's decision wasn't about money or a Hollywood career. "I wouldn't let Freeman within a mile of Joey either," Aaron commented. "Or any other boy for that matter, even if he was shooting the box-office winner of the year. The guy's a sicko. Hey, you can get Dyani back in L.A. right away, can't you?" "The way I left it with his mom, I'll call her as soon as I got some worthwhile leads. I'll follow up with his portfolio material, and then if casting like what they see, I'll pay to fly him out to audition. Of course, his father might not go along, but that's the current plan." "Then, you better get him a ticket on the next flight, Will," Aaron said gleefully. "Because we're ready to sign him." "Don't get my hopes up," Will countered dispiritedly. "This is for real. You're going to love this. It's all planned out. We're shooting a movie first, with lots of extra footage, and then we'll put together a TV series so we can follow up quickly. You might say we're taking a leaf out of The Lord of the Rings approach. I laid out a schedule with shooting starting in late summer, assuming the boys are ready. Here's the gist of what we've got in mind. Right now, we're calling it 'Grommet'. You know what a grommet is right?" "A young surfer," Will replied, trying not to sound too eager. It sounded as if a once in a lifetime chance had just landed on Dyani's front porch. "Okay. Well, there's three of them, grommets I mean. They're living in Palisades, at least that's the current plan. I've got an option on a beach-front house. It's perfect. A bit run down, but it's got lots of room. It's a great location to shoot, plus we'll be paying day fare for the crew and all," Aaron joked. "So, are you ready for a thrill, because here's the opening, Will." He paused, collecting thoughts, building tension. Will imagined the studio credits rolling on the big screen, people waiting for the movie to begin. "Okay, roll sound! Right now we're thinking it's the Chantay's Pipeline, but it's starting out real soft for a lead in with a black screen. Roll camera. First scene opens with the beach at daybreak. It's gray, quiet, just a few seagulls flying around. Maybe some walking on the edge where the foam is. You see a line of footprints in the sand. Music starts getting louder. Camera angle lifts up for a beach panorama. Absolutely no one around. Kind of eerie, but magical too, you know what I mean? There are long lines of breaking waves. A few close-ups right in the face, so you get the full power." Excitement in his voice. Visualizing with words and mental images. "Now, the music gets really loud. There's a part of Pipeline where the lead guitar runs down a string. I'm told it's called a gliss. Something like that. Anyway, when that happens all hell breaks loose. Camera angle shifts to a big wave breaking, and right out of it comes three surfer boys." "Grommets underway," Will quipped. "Yeah. They're low down, suntanned,... Real sexy boys, living for the moment and riding their hearts out. Then, the camera changes to a 'chopper-view' and we follow the boys in, cutting back and forth between them. Then, we zoom out. Way back until the kids are dots carrying their boards up the beach. The next scene cuts to the kids sitting in a classroom. Hair still wet. The background music is way far away. They're trying to pay attention to a droning teacher, then the music dies away. The script calls for a lesson in geometry, which is duller than dull. You get the picture. We want the kids to relate with a capital 'R'. This is a movie for them. Their lives, their dreams, and so on." "Sounds cool," Will agreed. Hollywood cool. Maximum effect on celluloid. Something that the audience would never forget. It was easy to imagine Dyani, playing to the camera. His dark eyes looking up to a see a teacher writing on a blackboard. Unruly haired boy. Dreaming about the surf. Frustrated and bored out of his mind. "It's going to be Joey, Draven, and Dyani," Aaron continued. "Assuming you can get his folks to agree that is. See, they're surfer boys who don't care much for school. All they want to do is surf. School is a shit. They're always getting into trouble. Anyway to make a long story short they meet up with a photographer." Aaron stopped there. "And?" Will prompted. Somehow, he knew what was coming. "We're thinking that the photographer might be Billy Sterling?" Will considered saying 'no'. Billy Sterling was gone and all but forgotten. Over the years he had learned to enjoy the relative anonymity that came from being an agent. Actors were always in the spotlight. "Let me think about it." "That's what I hoped you'd say. Where was I? Okay, the kids start a surfing magazine for kids. It's called 'Grommet', needless to say. It's on-line at first, but then it takes off big time. The boys do battle with some big-time media jocks who try to drive them out of business. Oh, and there's a real bitch who tries to get them classed as truants." Will heard laughter in the back ground. Aaron's muffled voice telling someone to hold it down. Joey, probably, because laughter promptly turned to subdued giggling. "It all turns out for the best, and by the end of the movie the kids are richer than their folks. The script makes for a lot of fun and games all the way, but there's some tender moments too. Chris is working out a dozen episodes that take up where the movie leaves off. I've had my people doing a market analysis on what he's already provided. They tell me it'll hit big with pre-teen kids. Both boys and girls. We're talking Spy Kids or better based on the preliminary numbers. This is going to be a winner all around." "Sounds nice," Will remarked. Not really believing. It was never this easy. Never! "Except you haven't seen Dyani's tape. You don't even know he can act. Hell, it's been years since I've been in front of a camera." "Uh, well,.... actually I have seen him, and you too for that matter. Your secretary sent Dyani's screen tape over to my office with a bunch of other stuff while you were away. And I know you can still act, because you did that ad-lib scene with him. What was it? Scene six?" "Five," Will corrected. One week earlier. 'Scene five, take one, Dyani Deere, doing ad-lib with Will Sterling. Acting out a father-son interaction about the death of a younger brother.' Sixty seconds caught on Betamax tape. Will trying to explain the inevitability of death. Dyani trying to adjust to losing a brother. Heart-break time. Damned good acting. "He's perfect for the part of T-J. The only problem I can see from his file is he can't surf, Will. I'm not surprised seeing as he grew up in Indianapolis, but it won't be a problem if he starts taking lessons as soon as he arrives. Draven and Joey will be taking lessons as well by the way. We'll be doing a lot of the scenes with stunt-doubles, but the boys will still need to be good on a board by the time we start shooting. Oh, and there might be a part for another one of your boys too. We need an older brother. Right now it's looking good for Kyle. We figure he could pass for Draven's big brother." "Kyle's pretty good at surfing already," Will said. Thinking of the weekend he spent at Malibu with Kyle two years ago. Hour after hour riding the waves ashore. Fucking afterwards in a motel. That boy loved cock as much as any boy. "So are you interested?" "Interested? Hell yes," Will almost shouted. "Listen, I'd love to join you guys for dinner, but I need to run home and change. I can be there in about half an hour. Make that forty-five. I need to do something first." "Like call Dyani and tell him the good news?" Aaron asked playfully. "Yeah, you got that right." Will replied ebulliently. "I'll be with you as soon as I can." Will ended the call just as his dick got hard. Thinking of Movie Brat. Dyani Deere of Indianapolis was about to become movie-star-boy. Filling his tight little ass up with cock and making love to the boy he loved. Coming in Dyani until his balls were empty. Will pulled back into the traffic with a roar from the flat-12 and a shriek of tires, and headed home. Punching in the numbers for the Deere home in Indianapolis. Will had not spoken to Dyani or his mother for two days, not since the San Diego lead appeared and he headed south. Heart pounding hard and fast, his cock throbbing with desire, all from the anticipation of talking with his ten- year-old-boy lover. Hoping he didn't get the father on the telephone. Cynthia would do just fine. There was nothing quite like an understanding mother. She almost made the pain of separation bearable for her son. Better would be Movie Brat himself, squeaking out his tentative hello then becoming shrill with delight, or even Dyani's sister who had answered his phone calls no less than three times already. Cynthia picked up on the first ring. "Hello?" Only a single word of greeting, but Will panicked immediately. Her voice sounded worried. Frantic. "It's me. Will." Pausing a second. Nothing on the other end. "Cynthia?" "Will! Thank goodness it's you! Is he with you?" "Is who? Dyani? Oh God!" Knowing right away. "He ran away?" Jumping to conclusions. No! It was entirely logical. It was only to be expected. Dyani doing what Dyani needed to do. Struggling to find himself. Running away to join his lover. "Oh Will, I'm so scared! Yes, he did run away! He skipped school yesterday. We didn't realize until dinner time. We have no idea where he is. I must have called you a dozen times already. Please, tell me he's there with you?" "He's not. I've been away." Blaming himself. Hard to breath. "Do you have any idea where he is?" "No. None at all. The police are certain he didn't go to airport, although I wouldn't put it past Dyani to change his appearance, or get someone to help him.... God! I'm so worried." "The last time I spoke to him,..." Will began. "He seemed okay. That was Wednesday evening. He seemed to be in good spirits." Horny boy despite his age. Feeling the urge and whispering his needs to Will. Talking about having sex. Wanting to be fucked. Hoping nobody was listening in on the downstairs telephone. Dirty talk. About how big Will's cock was. About how it felt going in. Feeling full. Hot. Both of them playing with their cocks. Dyani lying nearly naked on his bed. Dyani laughing. 'Just call me Charley'. Dyani's new code word for masturbating. Will laughing. 'Yes, Master Bates.' Then, giggling on the other end. 'Masturbates'. Saying it out aloud. Will ejaculated onto his belly and then listened intently while Dyani rubbed furiously at himself. The sudden silence except for gasps of a boy in the throes of orgasm made Will get hard again. Exchanging declarations of love once the immediacy of lust was gone. "Will,... His father found him,..." Back to reality. Change of tone. Almost apologetic. "Huh?" "After you called, Jeff went to get the telephone from his room. Dyani had something stuck up his bottom. Some toy or other,... I don't know what it was. Jeff was furious. I know Dy can't help it, but Jeff,... He doesn't understand him. He was furious. He called Dyani names. Faggot! He told Dy he never wanted to see him again. He might as well be dead as far as Jeff was concerned. Disgusting things like that." "Shit! The stupid fucker! That's why Dyani ran away. How smart do you have to be?" "I think so too. Jeff didn't mean what he said, Will. It was just,... well finding Dyani like that. Pumping it in and out, that's what Jeff said he was doing. He was shaking like a leaf. Will, I know he loves Dyani,..." Will chose not to comment. He seethed with anger, at Dyani's father, at himself for introducing Dyani to a dildo. It gave a boy the ability to pleasure himself, but it was addictive too. "You think Dyani's on his way to L.A.?" Will asked cautiously. "I don't know where else he would go, do you? He loves you, Will. There's no one else for him to turn to." "How could he? I mean it's too far to hitch hike." Hoping that was true. It was too dangerous to think about. Two thousand and seventy miles. More than thirty hours by car. By himself. Alone in the world. Taking rides with strangers. "He took your credit card," Cynthia said quietly. "The one you lent me to go shopping when we went to Santa Monica." "Oh! I'd forgotten about that. You think maybe he got on a plane or a bus?" "It's a possibility. But if he did, the police are certain it wasn't at Indianapolis. They've shown Dy's photo to just about everyone who works at the airport and the bus station downtown. There's no record of a boy buying a ticket, or traveling by himself. It's like he's disappeared from the face of the earth." "Jesus!" Will was driving too quickly, especially for one hand on the wheel. He took the turnoff to Brentwood Hills at a speed that would have caused any other car to roll over. The Ferrari swerved back on course, tires howling complaint. "Are you okay?" "Yeah, yeah, I'm fine." Heart stopping adrenaline at how close he had come to wiping out. Trying to regain control of his emotions. His fears raging. Dyani by himself. Gripping the wheel with white knuckles. Hands sweating. Shaking. Hard to breath. "Okay,... okay," Will muttered. "Get control,... Listen Cynthia, I'm almost home. I need to think this through. Okay? Here's what I think I should do. I'll call a friend at City Hall. I've used him before when one of my boys went missing. He should be able to get the word out at the airport here. The bus station too. Then, I'll call the credit card company and get the transactions from the last few days. I'll see if they can put some sort of call on the card so if Dy uses it, he can be detained until I get there." "Will, that's wonderful." "I'll be home in a few minutes. I'll call you right back." Up the hill. Slamming through the gears. 440 Ferrari horses straining at the bit. Unleashing them whenever it was safe. Inviting arrest from any policeman in the vicinity. Will's lucky day. Finally, he reached the turnoff. Just ahead was the gate. Shaking. Staring straight. Not believing what he saw. A girl, standing up. There, in front of his gate. Skinny girl with a halter top and a denim mini skirt showing lots of slender suntanned leg. Waiting for Will to arrive. Lifting her arm, waving. Breaking into a grin. Almost there. Foot hard on the brake. Screeching tires as the speed dropped from sixty to zero. Getting out. Dyani running. Jumping into Will's outstretched arms. Dyani, warm and alive. Kissing urgently. Not worrying whether anybody saw. "I love you." "I love you too." "I love you forever." "I love you forever too." Again and again. Endless declarations of enduring love. Crying. Struggling to get closer and closer to each other. Held back by clothes. By being where other people could see them. "Oh God! I was so worried," Will gushed. "Your mom! I just called her. I had no idea until then. I've been away." "No shit!" Dyani sobbing into Will's shoulder. "Sil, I missed you so bad. I've been here since last night,..." "No!" "I couldn't get in because of your dumb security system." "Where on earth did you sleep?" "Back there," Dyani mumbled. "I haven't eaten or anything. I thought,... something happened to you, but I didn't know where to go, or what to do, so I waited here for you,..." "Your mom is worried frantic." "I'm sorry,.... Sil, I had to come. I can't live without you." "Me either, Babe. Me either. Jesus. I can't believe you're here." Will eased Dyani down, but still held both of his hands. Afraid to let go. Not even for a moment. Meeting eyes. Doe- eyed boy. Beautiful boy. Grinning up at him. Beaming with happiness. "I like your clothes," Will joked. Dyani giggled. "They're my sisters'. We're nearly the same size. Pretty cool huh?" Stepping back so that Will could get the full effect. Not letting go. Gazing at each other. "Very cool,... Um,... if I liked girls, which I don't by the way,... you'd be very sexy." "I figured they'd be looking for a boy," Dyani said proudly. "So,..." "You acted." "It was so easy. I even had lipstick on at the airport." Dyani smirked. "I'm cute, don't you think?" "Hm, as a boy or a girl?" Will teased. "There was a guy I met at the airport," Dyani announced as if it was nothing at all. "I kind of, um, convinced him I would do anything he wanted if he bought me a ticket to L.A." "You didn't?" "Uh huh. It was so easy, Sil. See, he was traveling on the same flight, so we sat together. Mostly he was sort of nice, asking me about school and stuff. Then, he told me that he wanted to take me to a hotel when we arrived, but I went up to the hostess and pretended I was complaining about him. When we got of the plane in L.A., he took off running." Will laughed, even though it was too frightening to be funny. He pulled Dyani back into his embrace and hugged Dyani like he had never been hugged before. Afraid to let him go. Not even for a moment. Back in the Ferrari, Will hit the redial button on his cell phone and called Dyani's mother for the second time in ten minutes. Then, when she answered, he handed the cell phone to Dyani. It was quite a conversation. "He's safe, Cynthia," Will said when then cell phone was handed back to him. "Apparently, he's quite an actor." Not explaining further. She would find out eventually how her son managed to get from Indianapolis to L.A., but not that day. "Not a mark on him. He's doing great," Will added to answer Cynthia's question about Dyani's safety. "Yep, perfectly okay with me." "What did she say?" Dyani demanded from beside Will. "She said I should beat your butt with the biggest stick I can find," Will joked. Engaging gear. Crawling forward as the security gate opened up before them. "Cynthia, I didn't tell you why I called before. Here's the deal,..." Will took a deep breath and began. "I want to sign Dyani to do a movie and a TV series. They're related by the way. It's a great deal. Maybe the best deal for a starting actor that I've ever seen." "What,Will? Tell me, please?" Dyani begged, trying to listen in while his mother chattered on. Will winked and started up the steeply inclined drive to his house as the gates closed behind the car. Thinking a thousand different questions. Not the least being where he was going to find clothes to fit Dyani, because he couldn't go to dinner dressed as a girl, could he? But there was one thing that Will Sterling was certain of. He was taking Movie Brat home, and then they were going to dinner to sign a contract that would keep him in L.A.