Date: Mon, 22 Mar 2004 11:52:13 -0800 (PST) From: Ganymede Subject: Movie Brat Chapter 2 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 2. "... It's mix-it-up radio at ten-twenty-five, right here in sunny Cali-forn-ya. Good morning to all you movie stars out there. Guys, we've got some Jackson Browne coming right up so stay on the dial at 106.5..." Will turned the radio down, then off. He much preferred to talk to a boy without having a radio distracting him, either of them for that matter, not when there was so much at stake. The subdued bellow of a well-tuned flat-12 engine was entirely different. With a wink, more of a leer, he turned the key in the ignition. "Oh man," were the first words out Dyani's mouth when the engine fired up. As soon as there was oil pressure, Will gave the accelerator a punch to send the tachometer needle close to the red zone. It settled back down into a deep-throated gurgle. No wonder boys were turned on by the car. The Ferrari 512 could go like a bat out of hell, and it sounded like an F-18 at low altitude, even when it was sitting in the parking lot. It got them right between the legs. That sound was pure testosterone, even if there wasn't any testosterone to speak of being produced in Dyani's prepubescent balls. However, it had the same effect on Dyani as it had on every boy. His legs suddenly pressed together and his hands gripped the sides of the seat. A moment later he surreptitiously pulled the bottom of his forest green polo shirt out and down to cover the small bulge that had appeared in the crotch of his khaki slacks. Will looked away quickly to avoid smirking, or rather so that the boy wouldn't see him staring. It was all he could do to stop himself from leaning over and squeezing to make sure it was real. Knowing that the kid sitting next him was rock-hard had the same effect on him as driving in the car with Draven, whose little boy-dick stuck up and begged for attention at the slightest provocation. Will engaged reverse gear and carefully eased the car out from the parking space. The clutch held back 440 Italian stallions. They were difficult to control until a person got used to driving the car. Once out of the parking lot of 8349 Sunset Boulevard and into the west-flowing traffic, Will let the spirited car show a little of what it was capable of. It didn't help Dyani's apparently short, but otherwise very rigid weenie one bit, but that was Will's unspoken intention. He enjoyed seeing boys in that predicament. Boys were supposed to have hard- ons. Hell, how many times had he seen Draven get off just from being a passenger in the car? Twenty? Thirty? He lost count of his fond memories of seeing the kid's hand buried in his pocket, or when it was dark and no one could see inside the car, even pulling it out through his open zipper and rubbing feverishly. Draven was insatiable. Horny twenty-four by seven. The little fox had a non-stop erection. Stiffness in perpetuity. God only knew what he'd be like when his balls were pumping out hormones and he had something to show for his orgasms. Hopefully, even though Draven was eleven, that eventuality was still a few more years away. Will took the tachometer into the red from the outset. The engine screamed for a few very brief seconds. Sunset Boulevard became a sixty mph blur. Dyani's mother had to drive quickly just to stay in sight. "Hey Dyani, how would you like a car like this in a couple of years?" Will asked cheerily. He knew how to get boys talking, how to work up to the subject they were most interested in, but were usually reluctant to raise. It always came around to sex sooner or later, even with the shy kids. He almost had to shout to be heard over the wind buffeting the open cockpit. The sound of the untamed Maranello boxer-engine that came from only a few inches behind their heads was the music of boy lovers. It was the magic to get boys in the mood for sex. The throaty roar of exhaust, the whine of cam chains, the whir of rubber belts. The sounds vibrated right through their bellies and ended up in their groins. It was a cacophony of mechanical sound that made speeding fines worth collecting. It was guaranteed to get any male under fifteen hard. Over fifteen, Will didn't much care what it did to them. It would be six more years before Dyani could legally sit behind the steering wheel, but nearly every ten-year-old boy dreamed about owning a red Ferrari. Dyani did what all boys did when Will asked that question. He nodded eagerly, not answering but grinning with delight as the car rocketed forward. Will braked hard for the next set of lights, creating enough jet-fighter g-force to make Dyani push hard against the dash to stop himself from sliding out of his seat. It was like being on a roller-coaster ride at Disney Land. "It's awesome to the max, Sil," Dyani exclaimed, trying the first name thing again. He was still uncomfortable saying it. "My dad, he's got this Buick. Man, is it majorly boring compared to this car." Will laughed and gave a deliberate downward glance at the boy's mid section. He couldn't see anything interesting. The little bulge seemed to have done a vanishing act under the polo shirt, but it really didn't matter. He took his eyes off the road for a moment and grinned at Dyani. "It gets me so damned hard, sometimes. You know what I mean?" He dropped his gaze so Dyani didn't have to guess. "Whenever I get a nice stiff dick I figure there's still some boy left in me." Will laughed, fondling the gear change knob like it was the knob of a boy's cock. It was smooth and warm from being in the sun. It was just too damned big to be the real thing. It was closer in size to his own, but that didn't stop his imagination. "It's fast," Dyani exhaled in a rush. "Yeah, it is. I just love it, that big shove up the butt when I put my foot down." Dyani grinned back at him. He had charisma. No doubt about it. To show what he was talking about, Will accelerated away from the lights with howling tires. He backed off quickly and slowed to a crawl so that Cynthia could catch up yet again. His heart was thumping as the speedometer needle backed down from sixty-eight to a much calmer thirty-five. The Ferrari red-line was heart attack territory at his age. Dyani's hand was casually covering his lap. Not moving, just keeping it there. It was no secret to Will Sterling what he was trying to hide. There was nothing sexier than a cute boy with a hard dick sitting in the passenger seat of his Ferrari. Will licked his lips. "So Dyani. You think you'll like living in L.A. or what?" "Yeah." "I reckon you will too." Will switched to the universal language of boy-talk even if it meant using 'like' in every other sentence. "Man, I just like love it here, you know what I mean. It's not like there's shit to do, like some places I've been too. You don't get bored in L.A., that's for sure. Now what I really like is surfin'. You ever been surfin' for instance?" Dyani gave a quick shake. He tried to look over his shoulder to see where his mother's car was in the traffic behind them. There was just a glimpse in the distance and she was gone. He stretched back into the luxurious creamy calf-leather seat. Enjoying his new-found liberty obviously came easily to him. "I'll teach you if you want, Babe." Try 'babe' on for size. See if he responds. "We can't have you living on the west coast and not riding a board, can we? Like remind me to ask your mom if I can borrow you for a while this weekend. I'll take you down to the beach at Santa Monica. You can get some great waves there. Really awesome some days." "That'd be cool,... Sil." "Hey dude, let's talk about some guy stuff for a bit, while your mom's not here to bug us. Like you want to do that?" "I suppose." Will laughed. He was tired of boy-talk, not if the kid didn't want to participate. "You don't have to, Dyani. Not if you don't want to. I just figured it was a good time for us to talk." "I don't mind,... Sil. You want to talk about what I did with Travis, don't you?" "Uh huh. You mind kiddo?" "Nope." "So you pretty much liked doing it with him huh?" Will asked boldly. It never hurt to exaggerate a bit. He liked taking risks when it involved boys, especially when it came to talking about sex with them. Boys related to him. They told him things that they would never tell another person. They asked questions too, because boys were curious by nature. Will Sterling was a font of information. "It was,... okay." Will knew otherwise. It was a lot better than okay. Had to be better because of the way he said it. Breathy, hesitating because he realized that he wasn't supposed to like it, or admit to liking it. Besides the boy was less nervous than most boys would be under the circumstances. The logical explanation was that he enjoyed it. He wanted to do it again. Will pressed his advantage. It was time Dyani found out what life was all about, if he didn't already know. "I bet getting him off was more fun than you've had in a while, huh?" Will glanced sideways just to make sure that Dyani was tuned in. He was. "Messy, but fun, right? Unless you swallow it, of course. Like then, it's not too bad." He added a crude laugh for good measure, just so the boy would think it was funny. "How did you know I did that?-" Dyani choked when he realized what he had given away by asking that. Will laughed loudly. He hadn't expected that little gem. Or, perhaps he had. So fucking easy. The kid was fazed too. Just a step or two away from being horny. His hand had moved away from his crotch. He had the guilty 'caught-in-the-act' look that boys took on when they were discovered doing something they weren't supposed to do. "I can tell I'm going to have to keep an eye on you, that's for sure. Whatever you did with him, kid, trust me it's nothing to be ashamed of. It's just part of growing up. You want to tell me all about it?" "There's not a lot to tell." Dyani's expression was glum, the direct opposite of Will's jubilant mood. He was closing in for the `kill', working up to a relationship where the kid would want to be intimate with him. It started with sharing secrets. "Hey, you know when I was your age, Dy-babe, I got sucked off by an older guy," Will admitted with a smirk. "You're a hell of a lot calmer about than I was. It scared the shit out me. Man, I worried about being gay for weeks." Dyani shrugged. He started to turn around to check on his mother's position, but stopped. "You did?" "Hell yeah. It was the most fun I had that summer." They both laughed. Dyani's embarrassment vanished. "He told you not to tell, didn't he?" Will asked furtively. "Yeah." "Me too. But you told your mom," Will pointed out. "I didn't tell her everything." He sounded proud about that. It was definitely worth pursuing further. "I bet you didn't. You know, I think we're getting every damned light." Will stopped the car at the red light. They were almost there. Just another block. "She took it pretty well though, didn't she?" Will suggested. "Yeah. She pretty much understands me." Dyani risked looking at Will. They exchanged a knowing smile. Mother and son had already had the `I'm gay, Mom' talk. They were close. There were no secrets between them. "Yeah, I know. So do I, I reckon. See, I've been through the same shit." Will gave the boy a reassuring nod. Dyani fluttered his dark pencil-thin eyebrows, his big sensuous eyes like liquid magnets, attracting Will, consuming him. He was shooting darts into the man's heart every time he did it, and he knew it. "You know there's nothing wrong with being gay nowadays," Will commented. He changed gear, still caressing the polished knob with his thumb, back and forth pretending it was Dyani's dick. "Yeah, it's a shit sometimes. I know some kids can be a real pain about it, making fun of you and all and calling you `fag', but hey, who gives a shit about them when you're famous, right? If you're gay, so what? You want to know something, Dyani? There's lots of gay boys right here in L.A. They're cool. They're a hell of a lot more fun to hang out with than the straight kids. All they think about is chasing after girls." "You know other,... kids,... like me?" Dyani asked. He glanced at Will again. His eyes wavered, fighting the urge to look away. "Yeah. They're all actors too, just like you, stud," Will elucidated with a meaningful wink. It was enough of an explanation for the present. He'd arrange for Dyani to meet Draven in a few days. He might even get Draven to start him down the road to depravity. Sometimes another boy made the best teacher. He could live with Draven being Dyani's teacher. "So you sucked his dick huh?" "No way, man!" Dyani seemed surprised by the question, even rejecting the suggestion that he would do something like that. Will wondered what was going on. "I thought you said you did,... When I said it wasn't messy if you swallowed it, and you asked how I knew." Dyani shook his head abruptly. His face turned away, staring at the cars on the other side of the road. He was disconcerted even though it wasn't the first time he had thought about doing that. He knew about sucking cock long before he met Travis. He was used to doing that with his friend from across the street. However, when Travis had suggested doing it, he panicked. At the time, it was too much, too soon. However, his curiosity had been aroused. He might have done it if Travis had suggested it again. Instead, Travis was content for him to rub it with his hands. "Sorry, I didn't mean to faze you. So what happened?" "Nothing. I mean that,... well all that happened was I jerked him off." Dyani smirked as he thought about it. "Some got on my hand so I licked it off." "Ho hum," Will chuckled. "So you licked up a bit of his jizz, huh? Been there, done that. It's no big deal. So did you like the taste?" "It was okay," Dyani relented. Next time, if there was a next time, he would do more than lick it off his hand. The texture, even more than the taste, was unforgettable. "Cool. You'll have plenty of fun in L.A., I reckon." Will intended to give Dyani a reassuring look. Instead, it backfired. When Dyani had the man's undeviating attention, he fluttered his big dark eyes. Will gaped, not believing. It was unadulterated seduction from a ten-year-old boy. Then, Dyani's little pink tongue came out from between his lips. He knew exactly what he was doing. If Will's cock wasn't already aching hard, it wouldn't have taken him more than a few seconds to an erection. Dyani smiled at Will after he licked his lips. Will, heart pounding, hands sweaty, cock hard as steel, pulled into the palm tree encircled parking lot of California Dreamin' and stopped the car. He finally managed to rearrange his cock when he got out. It snaked down his trouser leg, drooling on his thigh. "This place is tops for style," he explained as he escorted Cynthia and Dyani towards the front door. "What we're after is something to bring his character out. We want to show him off. Something that will grab people's attention and say, `he's the one'." "What do you have in mind for him?" Cynthia asked inquisitively. "His character, I mean," she added quickly. "You tell me, Cynthia. I don't think it's khaki slacks and a green polo shirt though," Will joked. She shrugged. Dyani's clothes weren't the latest fashion, that's for certain. She knew that when she bought them in Indianapolis, but they were expensive. That had to account for something. Besides his father said that Dyani looked ridiculous in the baggy clothes that boys his age wore. He wasn't going to waste money, not for frivolous things when a pair of durable blue jeans could be bought from Walmart for less than twenty dollars. Her husband didn't provide nearly as much for the family as she would have liked. Money was always in short supply, and he despised wasting money on clothes that were fashionable, especially for his sons. She stopped and examined the slim, dark haired boy beside her. His hair glistened in the hot sun, creating reddish highlights. He wasn't suntanned, but it wouldn't take long before he was. Like her, he tanned easily, but she still wanted to buy a sun lamp for him to use in Indianapolis over the long winter. However, it didn't happen. Her husband's rude response was a festering wound. If anything, after that incident he went out of his way to keep Dyani out of the sun, citing research he had read about skin cancer. She was getting very tired of his pettiness. He was standing in Dyani's way. It was almost as if he was jealous of Dyani's success. Putting the issue of marital relations aside, she continued her scrutiny of her son. Of course, she understood what Will Sterling was getting at. Clothes not only expressed the person, they made the person. She knew that there was something about Dyani that was always absent in the clothes she bought for him. "I'm not at all sure what you're after, Mr. Sterling." "You really don't know?" Will asked. He gestured to Dyani to make his point, as if it should have been obvious to anyone who looked at him. "I really don't think that what he's wearing is all that important," she said inattentively. "He can act. That's the most important thing, isn't it?" "Is it?" Will replied. "It doesn't matter if he can act if he can't get an audition, Cynthia. He needs to be an attention grabber. Having the right clothes is essential. Success here in Hollywood is all about image and first impressions." She sighed, her frustration obvious. Always it came down to not having enough money, and her husband's attitude about actors and acting. It was almost as if he despised his son, and her too at times, if only for siding with Dyani against him. He resented spending the money for Dyani's acting lessons, the time she spent running him around to auditions and private teachers. She knew why, of course, even though the subject of Dyani's sexual orientation had yet to be raised. It was enough that he didn't enjoy the same things as his father did. But he was beautiful to look at. She couldn't help thinking that, again and again as they stood on the sidewalk. Her beautiful son, her Dyani, was going to be an actor. It made up for everything else. His eyes were magnetic, but it was more than that. He possessed a special quality that boys his age usually didn't have, at least not in great abundance. She searched to find a better word to describe it, because even as open-minded as she was, it still didn't sound right to say it to Will Sterling. Eventually, she returned to the word that first came to mind. The word was `sexy'. There were other words that described Dyani as well, but that word dominated. There was no getting past it. Her ten-year-old son was sexy. That was why Travis was attracted to him at the audition for the play, why other men paid attention to him, why Will Sterling kept looking at him during their meeting. She had almost been able to read his mind. And now, now he was asking her to say that Dyani was sexy. Would she dare to say what she was thinking? Probably not. Will stepped back and studied Dyani as well. The boy was hopelessly outnumbered. It was two adults against one ten- year-old child. "Okay. Would you say he was rugged then?" There was nothing rugged about Dyani Deere. Cynthia shook her head. "How about impetuous?" "Yes. Sometimes. He can be very thoughtful too as well. It depends on the situation." "How about artistic?" "Absolutely. He likes to express himself." "Hm, how about sporty?" "He's good at soccer." "I'm terrible at soccer, mom," Dyani interjected. Will laughed. "It sounds like we have a minor disagreement on that last one. Okay, how about patient?" Cynthia's head shook. "Formal?" "Energetic?" "Focused?" Each time Cynthia gave a quick shake or nod of her head. The words went on and on. Occasionally, she smiled. Will had a way with women as well as with boys. She found herself liking him more and more. Much nicer than that Travis person at the community theater in Indianapolis. Finally, Will stopped. "So what we have here is a very handsome boy who wants to be an actor. He's impetuous, artistic, focused and dreamy at the same time, vibrant, mysterious, romantic-" "Okay, enough already," Dyani grouched. It was hot standing in the sun. "I'm just getting warmed up," Will joked. "If we put all that together, what do we have?" "Duh. Me?" Dyani said cheekily. "There's one more thing.... He's sexy," Cynthia said with a nervous giggle. Will simply nodded in agreement. Dyani Deere was very sexy. Once inside California Dreamin', Will led the way to the second floor where the boy's department was located. He stalked through the aisles, scratching his chin, sometimes slowing, occasionally stopping to inspect a rack of clothes. "Damn, the surf thing just isn't right for him," he said, thinking aloud. He pushed some of the clothes along the rack, still looking. "That's what I had in mind, but it isn't him. It would have worked great last year, but the styles are so different this season." He beckoned Dyani to come closer and he held up a ochre- colored tee shirt emblazoned with the Quicksilver logo and a graphic of a skateboard flipping into the air. It the tee- shirt was tight it might have worked, but it wasn't. He shook his head. He continued down the aisle, pushing the boy ahead of him. "Any idea what you'd like to wear, you sexy boy you?" he whispered in Dyani's ear. Dyani giggled in response. No one, but no one had ever called him sexy before that day. If Mr. Sterling, Sil, was making fun of him, he didn't mind. It made him feel strange, like there were butterflies racing around inside his stomach. Will stopped in front of a display of jeans. They had an antiquated appearance, not dirty, but faded and stained in a manner that made the denim appear like it was from the gold rush era. He lifted out one pair of jeans from among the others, size 10, which he correctly presumed would be the right size for the average ten-year-old boy. Leather had been used to enhance the edges of the rear pockets, along with something that looked like red corduroy. The front pockets had large metal rivets. It was rugged, rough-and- tumble looking. It was the exact opposite of Dyani. He carried the jeans with him while he continued down the aisle. The next rack held long-sleeved shirts. They were made of lightweight cotton and were obviously supposed to go with the jeans since they so close together. Will looked at Dyani for inspiration. His first choice was red, because red was `hot', and Dyani was `hot'. Sexy hot! However, he flicked through the hangers just to make sure, shoving the rejects back along the rail. Not green. Not white. Not blue, for God's sake. Blue would have suited Draven. Now, why was that? His eyes? Will went past, and then came back to a cream- colored shirt. It was almost flesh colored. Perfect! "Okay, sexy. There's a change room over there in the corner. Come back out when you're done." Dyani headed off in the right direction with his arms full of clothes. Will ambled back to Cynthia who was perusing some shorts and tee-shirts. "My husband would have a fit if he saw these," she said with a sudden laugh. "Why?" Will saw what he considered to be the typical casual clothes of the Californian pre-teen male. "It's just how he is. He's unadventurous, I'm afraid. If anything is a bit out of the ordinary, he won't do it." "What's he do for a living?" Will asked, already knowing the answer. "Jeff? He's a school teacher." She sighed. "He'd have a fit if he saw these prices. I mean forty dollars just for a tee- shirt?" "This is L.A.," Will reminded her. "These styles are pretty popular with kids right now." "Unfortunately, teaching's not the best paying job around," Cynthia added awkwardly. "It's a stretch to make ends meet. The worst thing is he doesn't care how important some things are. Especially when it comes to Dyani's career. Like having the right clothes." Will nodded. He wasn't surprised. He had expected as much. The Deere marriage would be headed for the rocks if Cynthia and her son were successful in Hollywood. He'd seen it happen often enough when the father wasn't supportive. At least he wouldn't be able to demand a share of Dyani's earnings. Needless to say, Dyani was a big part of the family problem. Most fathers had difficulties dealing with talented sons, but when the boy was gay, it was the kiss of death. Dyani would survive because he was resilient. He might even succeed because of it. Dyani appeared with a big grin on his face. Sexy in the extreme, was Will's first impression. His mother smiled supportively. Her son had been transformed into the baggy but fashionable model of boyhood. "Radical, huh?" Dyani announced proudly. He turned around, showing off like a model. The shirt was tucked into the jeans, the waist of which was suspended around his narrow hips. Will was very aware of the change the clothes had effected, yet the effect was still a long way from what he wanted to see. "Okay, if you're going to be a movie star you might as well start dressing like one." "What's wrong?" Dyani's concern was immediately apparent. He looked down at his new clothes. "First off, movie stars don't tuck the shirt in, and they never, repeat never button up the sleeves," Will laughed. Dyani shrugged nonchalantly and tugged the ends of the shirt up, freeing them from his jeans. He fumbled with the sleeve buttons until the sleeves hung loose around his wrists "That's better," Will remarked to Cynthia. "The casual look, see. It works every time." "It works for me," Dyani grinned. He flipped at the shirt tail and turned around again. "What do you think, Mom?" "It's you, sweetie." She wasn't convinced, but she wasn't paying for the clothes. "Next, don't do all the buttons up on the shirt," Will explained craftily. "Only nerds and old men do that. You're not a nerd are you?" Dyani giggled. "I'm not an old man either." "You can say that again," Will laughed with him. They were connecting again, forging bonds that would make the relationship work. Dyani would trust him to make the important decision, even when it came to them having sex. Familiarity was essential to intimacy. They exchanged other glance. "I'm not an old man either." "Okay. Very funny. Undo them, Movie Brat," Will instructed with a chuckle. A handsome boy with a good sense of humor was one of life's greatest joys. "All of them?" Dyani was teasing him back, using his charm the only way he knew how. Playfully, because he still wasn't aware of his inherent eroticism. He was sexy and he didn't realize it. Will held his breath, waiting. The kid radiated sex like a space heater. Just being close made him glow with desire. "Just start at the top and I'll tell you when to stop," Will muttered. He gulped air as Dyani began to unfasten the buttons of his shirt. The shirt was loose on him, but a `v' of bare pale skin began to appear when he undid the first button. The all- too-interesting opening got bigger and bigger, revealing more and more bare skin with each unfastened button. Will's eyes also got bigger. Flawless skin. Absolutely flawless. He couldn't look away. Dyani's fingers reached the button that would expose his belly button. Will gulped. It was the last button. "That too," he managed to say with a straight face. He enjoyed watching boys undress. Dyani's fingers deftly opened the last button and the shirt parted in front to reveal his chest and belly. Will could even see the sides of his chest. Will wasn't keen on the malnutrition-look so he was pleased that the ribs weren't overly prominent. The kid wasn't carrying excess fat either. Fat boys were a hard sell in Hollywood despite the preponderance of overweight kids in America. The politically correct faction who had usurped control, hadn't extended their doctrine of representing the population to that degree, at least not yet. However, unless things changed radically, one in five actors would be overweight before much longer. The era of slim and trim was on the way out. "That's better," he said, taking a deep breath. Fabulous, was all Will Sterling could think. Fucking fabulous. Dime-sized nipples with raised Braille dots so you could feel them at night. Rib lines that made him want to sigh. A tiny belly button that looked like it wasn't sure if it was an innie or an outie. It was just there, centering his belly, making a little skin ridge before it curled over and went inside. Nicely tied. And that marvelous little belly? It bulged with the start of a six-pack. He couldn't see anything below because the boxers were in the way. "He needs to lose the boxers," he said to Cynthia without giving it any thought. At the time, he was thinking that briefs would be more appropriate, anything that would not be visible. Any pair of tightey whiteys would do that, even if he didn't know any boys who wore them. Most of his boys wore boxers. Even Connor had made the change from briefs, although he still wore cartoon characters from the Disney pantheon. Draven was one of the few boys he knew who preferred briefs, the smaller and tighter the better. "Dy, be a sweetie and take them off," Cynthia directed. "Mom?" "What honey?" "I won't have anything on underneath." Priceless. Will nearly smirked. It was intriguing to watch. He pretended not to be interested. "Oh, don't be silly, Dy. No one is going to know if you have undies on or not." "Mom!" "Just run into the change room and take them off. Mr. Sterling's right. They look positively out of place around your tummy like that." "I can push them down so you can't see them," Dyani offered hopefully. "For heaven's sake. Will you just do what I tell you for once, honey." "You're always telling me what to do!" Dyani grumped and grumbled for a few seconds, but it was of no use. He gave her a parting scowl and headed back to the change room. Cynthia shook her head. "I swear, he can be absolutely impossible at times. You'd think I told him to undress in front of you." Will laughed. "Don't worry. They're all self-conscious at his age. Wait until he's been on the set for a while, or he's been worked over in costuming or make-up. He won't have a single inhibition left after he's done that for a few weeks. He'll be utterly shameless. His libido will go through the roof as well. It goes with the territory. It's all the attention, I think." Cynthia agreed. "I hadn't realized just how sexy he is," she said pensively. "Sexy? You haven't seen sexy yet. He'll be the hottest thing in Hollywood if he plays his cards right. He'll be another Gallagher if I'm not mistaken. The girls will be all over him in a few years." "What a shame their efforts will be wasted," Cynthia joked. "You're not wrong, but we won't tell them." They both laughed. They were still laughing when Dyani returned, minus boxers. The effect was exactly what Will wanted. Raw sexuality. Ten-year-old sexuality, even if there was no indication of his equipment. More bare skin than was decent, even in tolerant L.A., but it was revealed in a way that no one could complain. It was summer, after all. He marveled at the transition that came from showing skin that was usually concealed. All it did was make you hunger to see the rest of him. Dyani smiled shyly at him, at his mother. Even he appreciated the transformation. He followed Will's gaze, looking down. It was like looking at divine inspiration, fashioned by God in human flesh. His smooth glabrous belly swelled gently. It was more than the absence of hair. The taut skin was so smooth that it seemed to have a silky sheen, faint blue veins curving into his thighs and hips forming a convex curve that descended towards the hidden jewels that were somewhere under the loose rough denim of his jeans. Imagination did most of the work. Sexy did not begin to describe that beautifully contoured abdomen or that barely discernible lump that hinted at something precious if not utterly delicious, just a few inches lower down. "He's absolutely perfect for what I have in mind. We are now looking at the new Dyani." Will paused for maximum effect. His cell phone beeped on cue. He pulled it from his pocket and nodded to himself. "Let me introduce, drum roll please,... Dyani Deere, the movie star," he added. It was supposed to be funny but it came out with such conviction that it surprised even him. He led them off to the shoe section and returned the phone call from Gary on the way. "Hey Tonto, it's me, Keemo sabe," Will began. "Yeah, pronto. You figured, huh? That too. He's a cutie. Really cute. We're talking Gallagher times two. " Dyani glanced up from trying on leather sandals. He rolled his eyes, having heard the 'cutie' comment. "I need a favor, Gary. Yeah, I figured you might. It's number seven hundred and twelve? Ha ha. I'll call Kodak and cut off your film supply. Okay when?" Will cupped his hand over the front of his cell phone. "Are you guys busy today?" Cynthia shook her head. If it was important enough she could put off looking for an apartment for another day. "Okay. How soon?" He laughed, looking at Dyani. "Hey, Babe, he wants a photo of you to see what he's got to work with. Back up a few paces will you and give me a smile?" Dyani stepped back, not understanding what was happening as Will pointed his cell-phone towards him. He smiled weakly. "Okay. Got it. I'm sending it now." A few seconds passed. "I told you he was cute. Yeah, I know. A bit like Draven I suppose. Okay, fifteen minutes. Thanks Tonto." "Well, that worked out very nicely," Will thought aloud. "I have a photo-session arranged for Dyani at eleven today, by the way." "So soon?" "With Gary you take what you can get," Will said. He folded his cell-phone and put it away. "We better get a move on." He sent Dyani back to the change room to collect his things and conveyed Cynthia over to the counter. He introduced her to the department manager. Will was often in the store with his young celebrity clients. Mrs. Deere was free to bill Dyani's clothes to the firm account. No limit.