Date: Mon, 22 Mar 2004 11:52:13 -0800 (PST)
From: Ganymede
Subject: Movie Brat Chapter 7

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Movie Brat, by Ganymede



Chapter 7.



"... We're rampin' up to eleven on Mix-it-up radio's Friday
night show. I've got something special here for my favorite
Hollywood babe, Kenny. Yeah, Kenny, that's you cutie. If
you're tuned in with the rest of the get-down-and-party
boys, coming on you at 106.5. Did I say on? Oops, that's at!
We're cued up and ready to rock through to the top of the
hour. Wild radio here, in the city of angels. You boys all
know what I mean. Hey, I've got a  fifty buck coupon to use
at Game Brain on Santa Monica, the place with all the new
games The fifth caller with the correct answer to who's
playing Kenny's favorite song, wins it. This song is older
than he is..."



Dyani, sleeping in the back of the Hummer. Dark tousled head
tilted back, smelling of chlorine, resting on the side of the
seat. Hair mussed up, unkempt and tangled, but still sexy.
Always sexy. Eyes covered by translucent lids, pale against
his brows. Lips apart, like he was getting ready to kiss
somebody. Will smiled fondly, enjoying the moment, desire
barely restrained and longing for the sensuous boy. Even
asleep, he aroused lust. For no reason at all, except he
remembered Dyani in the vending area. Kissing him for the
first time. Grabbing his dick too. Hard as steel again,
pushing down his trouser leg. All it ever took was for him to
think about the boy.

Peaceful boy, now. For a while anyway. Zonked for the night.
Unsullied too, except for Travis and some boy across the road
whose name he didn't know. Sweet innocent face, guileless,
chaste too, if one didn't know better. No one except his
mother and Will Sterling would know that he had been naked
for three hours that night. Swimming laps. Then sitting
around while Will cooked dinner, boy dick not exposed
because of the towel wrapped around his waist, still caring
that Will might see him. After dinner, his inhibition
vanished. For an hour Dyani played in the pool with Will.
Bare boy. Bare dick. Teenie weenie, but so what. There was
nothing to worry about. Getting used to being naked around a
man. There was nothing wrong with that, not with his mother
keeping an eye on him. Getting dressed only when it was time
to leave and go back to the Holiday Inn.

 As the lights changed from red to green, Will's view dropped
from the rear-vision mirror, back to the road ahead. A
sideways glance to Dyani's mother, wondering if she'd
noticed him watching her son in the seat behind her, whether
she cared, whether she had picked up on the reference to
`Kenny' on the radio. One of the few boys whose first name
was used. Kenny Carruthers was one of his boys. Twelve-year-
old Kenny being talked about on the radio. Pre-teen sex
machine, Kenny. Not surprised by the song that was played.
Kenny pretended to like girls. It was all for show. His
favorite song was "It's Raining Men."

Not much longer and it would be Dyani who was being talked
about, and not just on the radio if he had anything to do
about it. For a while Dyani would be the new boy in L.A.,
destined to be a heart throb for every girl who saw him. Even
worse for the men, and all he had to do was smile at them or
flutter his big dark eyes. He was a heart stopper when he
dropped his duds. Wondering what his favorite song would be.

 The back of the Hummer held their things with room to spare.
Four vinyl-trimmed suitcases and half-a-dozen paper bags and
cardboard boxes. It didn't make much sense to spend a lot of
time packing their clothes for a thirty-minute drive to
Brentwood Hills.

Will yawned. The long day had finally caught up with him.
Almost too tired to fuck. He smiled at that. He was never too
tired to fuck. He loved to have preteen boys in his bed and
he never waited longer than he needed to, but this time he
might make an exception. There was only one first time with a
boy, after all. No point in wasting it by falling asleep too
soon. Maybe he'd wait to have sex with Dyani, but so far, so
good. Too good. It couldn't have worked out better.

Dyani was speechless when they told him. For several long
minutes, he didn't believe them, not Cynthia, not Will, and
then it finally sank in. Then, his eyes went wide. Gaping.
Giggling, laughing, hugging everyone, especially Will. For
the next few months at least, he would be living in Will
Sterling's pint-sized mansion. The question about sleeping
arrangements never came up. There were two bedrooms to be
shared among the three of them. That bridge would be crossed
when they came to it.

Will came to the turnoff that lead up to his home in the
hills. Nearly there. Figuring out what to do when they got
there. Probably better to leave most of the luggage in the
car until the next morning. Plenty of time on Saturday to
unload and get them settled. It might be a good idea to set
up the couch as a bed for Dyani in the study, leave his
clothes in his mother's bedroom, just in case. There was no
point in inviting trouble. People talked. Even people who
should know better. He said as much to Cynthia and she
agreed. They would have to work together to make sure that
Dyani understood what it meant to be discreet.

Will was relieved when his entry gate appeared in the
darkness. He wound down the window and checked the mailbox
and manually entered the access code instead of using the
remote. He drove though and waited, to make certain that the
gate closed behind him. Double checked the security light to
make sure it was green. Better to be on the right side of
caution. The road wound back and forth, zig-zagging and as it
climbed through the straggly eucalyptus grove. Each time it
passed the axis of dark needle-like cypress pines, Will took
another step towards relaxation. There were five such passes
before he reached the open garage.

"I better carry him in," Will announced when the Hummer was
safely parked for the night.

Instead of waking her son, Cynthia stepped aside. Will
lifted Dyani up from his seat. The last time he had carried a
boy into his house had been nearly a year ago. Draven.
Draven's arms around his neck. Smiling at him, knowing what
would happen once they were inside. Like carrying a bride
across the threshold, only it was a boy who was going to lose
his virginity. The official deflowering was about to get
underway. No hymen, but he bled a little just the same. Red
spots and a smear or two on the sheet. Next time they used a
towel, but they didn't need it. Now, Dyani was taking his
place. Tousled head resting on Will's shoulder. Arms and
legs hanging limply. Cynthia closing the car door, gathering
up the few things she would need from the rear of the Hummer,
then tagging along behind as Will carried Dyani down the
stairs. There, outside her room, they stopped to say good
night.

"If you'd rather, Cynthia, he can sleep in your room," he
offered graciously.

He almost added `for tonight'. He was too tired to do
anything anyway. But even if he was bursting with energy
there was something about the boy in his arms that precluded
him from exercising his lust in the way he wanted to. He had
felt something of the same unsettling obligation to do the
right thing with Draven, but this was ever so much stronger.
For once it wasn't a matter of taking advantage of what was
being offered to him.

Cynthia gave him an odd look. "Are you for real?"

Will gave a restrained laugh, subsiding back into character.
"No, but I thought I better offer."

Silence then, because the joke wasn't funny, not then, not
ever. There was too much at stake.

"It has to be his decision."

"I know he wants this, Will, because we talked about it
yesterday. He probably wants it as much as you do. I,... I
don't know what to think. I think it's his choice, but he's
still a little boy."

Will nodded, gazing down. Beautiful face. Red-gold
highlights in his hair. Unblemished skin. Delicate lips.
That tiny furrow below his button nose. Natural dark
discoloration above his eyelids. Alluring boy. Ten-year-old
boy. Still a little boy. A boy who was willing to have sex
with him. Will wanted to have sex with him as well, more than
he could stand. Will swallowed, and then breathed deeply.
Sighed. Love? Lust? Puppy love? What was it? Why did it
matter so much to him that Dyani wanted to be with him?

 "Just be gentle with him," she said quietly. "I don't want
him hurt."

"I would never do anything to hurt him, Cynthia," Will
answered.

Another lie, like his lifetime of lies? He was a Hollywood
babe grown up, knowing even better now how to get what he
wanted. Hollywood babes grew up fast if they wanted to take
advantage of their youth. All they had was a few years at
most before the fleeting boy-charm was gone. A few lousy
years of fame and fortune and men trying to get them into bed
before there was hair around their dicks. How many men had
fucked Billy Sterling? More than a dozen over three years.
Will had written their names down once, a long time ago. The
Billy Sterling Fanny Club, he called it at the time. He knew
of fourteen men who had gotten their cocks into his fanny at
one time or another, and usually more. However, there may
have been more. When he was twelve, there was a party in
Beverly Hills. Billy Sterling got drunk on vodka and orange
juice. Billy Sterling got laid, big time, by actors whose
names lit up the marquee. He remembered Tony Cramer, all 6'4"
and 250 sweaty pounds of him, lying over him, big fat dick
fucking him. Best supporting actor, indeed.  Both of them
hard at it, grunting from the effort, another man or two
watching from the doorway.  Billy was too drunk or exhausted
to remember what happened after that.

"You better not," she said quietly. She shook her head,
disputing within herself. "I just hope I'm doing the right
thing."

Will wasn't at all sure of what to say. `You are?' It would
have sounded insincere. Instead, he tightened his grip
around Dyani, lifted him up slightly, still looking down
into that perfect face. He could not deny the obvious. Dyani
had some features like a girl. He was a very beautiful boy.

"Cynthia?...." Will hesitated to ask why, but the word
struggled out by itself. "Why?"

"Why?" Cynthia repeated. "You want to know why? Hell, I don't
know why myself, and I'm his mother."

 "I don't get it. I don't know what's going on between you
and Dyani, but this isn't just about getting him into the
movies. I'm sure you know what I mean," Will added.

"I do. I suppose you're entitled to an explanation."

She seemed remote as she considered them, looking from Will
to her son. Deep breath time. Long sigh from inside where it
still hurt. Trying to get it all out. Will waited patiently,
stroking Dyani's bare arm.

"It's all my fault, Will."

Another obligatory sigh came from deep inside her. More than
her tone letting him know. Finally, coming to the truth of
what was motivating her to give her son away to the first man
who came along.

"What's your fault?"

"What happened to Dyani," she answered simply. She didn't
meet his eyes. Instead, she looked past him, focusing on the
house. Glistening stainless steel and polished glass. And
white too, lots of white, like sacred virgin purity.

"You mean with Travis?"

 "That's part of it, I suppose." She exhaled, her expression
miserable. "I ruined his life, Will. That's the truth of it."

"How?"

From the tone of her voice, it sounded very serious, yet Will
found himself not really believing that there was anything
wrong, if only because Dyani was so perfect. As far as he
could see the only flaw, if it could even be called that, was
a `teenie weenie' on the boy, and as far as he was concerned,
it only added to Dyani's charm.

Cynthia closed her eyes for a moment.

"When I first got pregnant, I didn't realize it, Will. I was
on birth control pills at the time, but Jeff and I went away
for a week with his friends. One of their mothers used to
rent a mansion on Martha's Vineyard at the end of the summer.
It was right in the center of Edgartown. It was incredible.
It must have had a dozen bedrooms with a big whaling boat out
front on the grass. Anyway to make a long story short, I left
the pills in our apartment by accident. When we got back I
went on taking the pill, thinking nothing was wrong."

She stopped to take a deep breath. Raw pain in her voice.
Spilling her guts. Baring her soul. Perhaps Will should have
said something. Will leaned back against the bookcase to
ease the burden of eighty pounds of boy. He didn't seem to be
much heavier than little Connor Hewer, even though he was two
years older.

"My periods were always irregular, never like clockwork, not
like some women. It was probably because I danced. It's
supposed to happen a lot to dancers. I don't know why." She
shook her head. "Anyway, I didn't see my doctor for several
months. It wasn't until my regular check up. See, I always
scheduled it on my birthday. That way I wouldn't forget I had
an appointment."

It seemed impossible that a woman could be pregnant for
several months and not know it. Then, the awfulness of it
became evident. She had learned about her pregnancy on her
birthday. What should have been good news, wasn't. That was
when she learned that taking the birth control pill had
caused something to go wrong with the fetus.

"Didn't you have morning sickness or something?" Will asked.

Cynthia didn't answer right away, turning her head away as if
she hadn't heard him. Finally, she sighed loudly.

"Yes, on and off, I suppose I did. I wasn't sure what was
happening. I was rehearsing every day. I had a part in a big
Broadway play. I gave it everything I had. I kept thinking it
was stage fright... My husband,... well there's no point in
going into all that. My whole life was theater back then.
Somehow, I managed to convince myself that if I kept taking
the pills, it would go away. The sickness I mean."

She paused, remembering. Will saw it in her eyes. The pain,
endless self-recrimination that did nothing to improve the
situation.

"All those damned hormones, that's what the doctor said.
That's why he's so messed up down there, Will. It's my
fault."

"It's hardly your fault, Cynthia. You didn't know you were
pregnant."

Did he really believe it? Did she? Every woman knew the
difference between morning sickness and stage fright. What
had happened between her and her husband? The blame being
passed back and forth. Nonstop pain. Every time she looked at
Dyani, knowing what she had done to him.

"When Dyani was born, do you know what the doctor said?"

There was a long pause. Will wasn't sure that he wanted to
hear what came next. He didn't answer.

"He said if Dy's penis was any smaller, he would be a
candidate for gender reassignment. Do you know what that
means, Will?" she asked uncomfortably.

Blaming herself, because she always blamed herself. It was
no one's fault but hers. Taking those tiny pills each day.
Pregnant, and trying to convince herself she wasn't.
Damaging her unborn otherwise perfect son with hormones he
didn't need.

"It isn't hard to guess."

"The doctor pulled it out to measure it. I was there when it
was done at the hospital. It was such a tiny little thing
back then." She shook her head morosely. "There's a chart
that shows the size of boys' penises. It's supposed to be at
least two centimeters when its extended. Dyani was barely
male. That's what he told us. Barely male! My little boy was
barely male."

She shuddered, thinking back, replaying that day in her
head, knowing that she was responsible.

"For the first five years of his life, he didn't even have
testicles, Will. Do you know why? Because they still were up
inside his body. Usually they descend into the scrotum by the
time a baby's born or shortly afterwards, but sometimes it
takes a few years. We waited as long as possible, but he had
to have an operation when he was five to move them down."

"Poor kid," Will commiserated.

"But that wasn't the worst of it. You've seen him so you
know. He's almost a girl down there.  I did that to him,
Will. I ruined my son's life," she choked, swallowing guilt.
"His father,..." She choked again, shaking her head. "Jeff
doesn't really love him, not like he should. My other son,..."
She sniffed, just seconds from crying. "He's every coach's
dream. There's nothing he can't do, and he's not even seven.
Dy,... other than swimming,... he's hopeless at sports. He can
barely catch a ball. Jeff won't even play basketball with
him, because he gets so angry when Dy misses the hoop. It
isn't that he doesn't have the coordination. He just doesn't
try because he knows his father doesn't like him."

"Cynthia, you didn't ruin his life."

Will tried to stay calm. He understood the underlying
problem Over the years, he had met lots of men who were
thought that masculinity was all or nothing, that playing
sports was the only reason for a male's existence. In a way,
he wasn't surprised. He didn't think much of teachers as a
whole.

"Haven't you seen his weenie? Properly, I mean. Up close it
even looks like a vagina!"

Will wasn't at all sure what she was talking about, unless it
was a reference to the size  or the way the flesh seemed
fuller, making small flabby mounds on the sides of his
genitals.

"I agree he's a bit smaller than most boys, Cynthia, but it
isn't that small. It certainly isn't the end of the world for
him."

"Maybe, but do you know what I think?" She didn't wait for
Will to answer? "I think it's why he's gay as well," Cynthia
brooded. "I made him that way."

"You don't know that for a fact. I'm sure that being gay has
nothing to do with it. I think you're blaming yourself for
things that aren't your fault."

She shook her head. She would never be convinced otherwise.

"Just take him to bed, Will, before I change my mind."

Cynthia turned away, closing the door behind her, leaving
Will alone with Dyani. Will sighed with longing, unrequited
love, frustration at himself. It was like having the crown
jewels handed to him on a platter, and he wasn't at all sure
what he wanted to do with them.



Eighty pounds of sleeping boy had slowly become very heavy.
Still, all but oblivious to his now aching back, Will carried
Dyani into his bedroom. What else could he do with the
sleeping boy? Leave him on the couch in the study? Hardly. He
had to kneel down on the floor in order to place Dyani on the
low bed. His architect had relentlessly pursued Japanese
simplicity in that part of the house with a palette of white
translucent walls not unlike shoji screens, creamy maple
floors, a large square bed in the center of the room, no
other furniture. A simple open fireplace separated the
sleeping area from an equally elegant bathing area of
polished black basalt rock. No tatami mats, but there was a
single rug of thick white sheepskin. It was ideal for making
love to a boy before flickering flames, both glowing with the
fiery warmth of passion.

Will stayed there, kneeling, unmoving, watching, trying to
hear Dyani's breathing over the endless hammer of his heart
beat. Beautiful boy, still sound asleep, dark wisps of hair
falling onto the crisp white pillow. It struck him then, the
naturalness of the situation. Dyani was meant to be there. He
belonged there, in Will's bedroom, never anywhere else.

Two minutes passed before Will got to his feet, rubbed his
knees, and went into the bathroom to brush his teeth. Trying
to decide what he would do. His cock was hard again. Aching
for the boy, wanting to be buried deep inside him, awake or
asleep. It was becoming ever more difficult to restrain his
lust. Overwhelming temptation exuded from every pore of the
boy's slim body. Sound asleep just a few paces away. So
simple with Anal Ease. Almost too easy.

He had fucked Draven many times while he was asleep. It was a
game, amusing to both of them when he awoke and found his
bottom still numbed, loosened up and oozing semen. It was
easy to do it to a sleeping boy, even without the Anal Ease,
because there was so little resistance. Not at all like when
a boy was awake and his body tried to tighten up and keep it
out. Then, it didn't matter how much both of them wanted to
do it, the sphincter wanted something else.

By the time Draven stopped coming to visit, Will could almost
do it in his sleep. Anal Ease covering his fingers. Stretch
the little butt-hole and get it used to being touched before
carefully inserting a finger. Get it in as far as the second
joint. Then, gently moving it around, not forcing a second
finger inside as had to be done when a boy was awake, but
probing, testing the pliant rim, convincing the inner muscle
to relax. Letting the analgesic lubricant do its job, taking
the edge off the sensitivity before he tried to insert
himself. All it took was patience and lots of care. He could
do it to Dyani as well if he wanted, despite his smaller
size. If he could just stay awake long enough. He yawned
tiredly and thought about splashing water over his face to
freshen up.

After taking off everything except his boxers, Will went
back into the bedroom, detouring on the way to turn off the
lights except the concealed lights around the fireplace.
Mood lighting in a place designed for romance.

He knelt on the bed next to Dyani. For any other boy, he
would not have hesitated to remove his clothes. Will
hesitated. Filled with admiration. Each perfect limb, such
delicate small hands. That face, already beautiful, even
more beautiful in sleep. Hair like silk, curling, nearly
black, shining in the faint light. Lips pressed forward as if
pouting. Boundless appreciation for the sleeping boy. Awe.

All Will removed were Dyani's sneakers, putting them beside
the bed. Then, with his heart thumping in his chest, and his
mind raging between lust and something else that he dared not
admit to himself, let alone anyone else, Will settled down
beside Dyani. With Draven, or any other boy, he would have
been unable to keep his hands to himself. Instead of pawing
Dyani like a toy, he forced himself to move away, away from
the boy's warmth. Far enough away that if one of them moved
during the night, the other would not know it. For a long
while Will stayed awake, listening to the silence of the
house, the ever so faint whisper of a boy's seemingly fragile
breathing. Not believing. The attraction had never been so
strong. His desire was aroused, demanding like his cock,
wanting nothing more than to fuck. The urge complained
vociferously in his mind. Lust never listened to reason.
There had been some nights when Will had never gone to sleep,
when he'd fucked himself into exhaustion, and cuddled with
the boy beside him until they had enough energy to do it
again. As far as he was concerned, it was the perfect life.



The cool gray light of early Saturday morning reached into
Will's bedroom. There, in the obscurity of ghostly
silhouette and shadow, Dyani sat up. He rubbed his eyes,
blinking blearily, trying to remember. Some time during the
long hours of darkness, he had become aware of where he was,
that Will Sterling was asleep on the other side of the bed.
Then, he had moved closer. Instinctive need. Just a little
afraid to touch, but finding it impossible not to reach out.
Once that initial contact was established, he succumbed to
sleep again.

In the semi-darkness, Dyani's hand moved of its own accord.
Lifting back the sheet. Will was lying on his back, his
sonorous snoring, resonant enough to keep Dyani from ever
going back to sleep. Young eyes straining to make out shape
and detail. Realizing what he was looking at. A man's
enormous bulge. The shape of Will's cock extending down the
leg of his boxers. A mound to show the size of his balls.

Dyani smiled, studying, very fascinated, even inclining his
head as if it somehow aided concentration. A man was so very
different to a boy down there. He shivered, just thinking
about it, about everything that he had done. The things that
he had done with Alex had been a lot of fun, at least until
Alex rejected him for the company of a girl. Boy fun. The way
it was supposed to be, learning how to enjoy his body, how to
give pleasure to someone else, discovering the delight that
came from merely saying `yes'. With Travis, there had been
something else. A deep down thrill that had not been there
with another boy. It was more than illicit excitement. For
the first time in his life, forbidden fruit lured him to
reach and touch, to fondle Travis. His fingers had tingled,
closed to cradle a man's huge balls, absorbed the wonderful
heat that emanated from a thick hard cock. What Dyani
discovered in Travis' office was big and powerful, and it
would forever demand his attention.

A part of Dyani that had been quiescent for several months
suddenly came back to life. It was even stronger now.
Overpowering his childish inhibition. Strengthening his
desire. His curiosity became unbearable.

There was only one problem. Will was wearing boxers. Barely
able to stop himself from giggling, Dyani began to remove his
clothes. Little heart beating like a bird, quivering with
the sheer thrill of undressing. Taking off his baggy
Californian jeans. Stripping off his skin-tight tee shirt,
feeling free at last. Little boy-dick sticking straight out,
pointing in the direction it wanted to go. Trembling,
because the only clothes left on his body were his socks.
Reaching down. Feeling his nubbin of a cock. Tiny hungry
prick. Almost all head, almost no shaft, but as sensitive as
a full-grown one. Grinning. Lying down again. Pulling the
sheet back over them. The touch of the sheet on his bare skin
sent a shiver through him. He stretched out, sliding his legs
against the cool sleek cotton. There was still enough space
between them that their bodies weren't touching, but not for
long. Magnetic force. Boy being drawn to a man. Irresistible
attraction. Unable to keep back a moment longer.

Dyani's hand eased out, reaching with caution, just in case,
ready to pull back if Will showed any sign of waking up.
Fingertips touching every so lightly. Hot skin. Exploring.
Barely touching. Hard underneath. Smooth, not soft like his
skin. Dyani's hand pulled away. Suddenly afraid. Not
believing that he had actually touched the man. Those few
seconds had been too much stimulation for a ten-year-old
boy.

Minutes passed. Dyani lay very still. He watched the shadows
on the translucent wall behind Will's head, an interplay of
shades of grey. Mysterious shadows of a tree outside.
Nothing was more puzzling than the feeling inside him, the
inclination to touch the man beside him becoming compulsion.
It denied logic. It demanded compliance. He had to reach.
There was nothing he could do to stop it. His hand extended
again, slowly creeping between the sheets. Again, his
fingers brushed that enticing warmth. He trembled, his
fingers remained in place. Dyani was instinctively aware
that what he was doing was something that he needed to do in
order to be satisfied. Without it, he would never be
complete. And best of all, Will would never know.

And so began Dyani's exploration. His fingers moved around
over Will's chest and belly, discovering what it felt like to
touch a man's nipples, so much bigger than his own. The
feeling of hair, not quite like fur, different to the hair on
his head, somewhat bristly but also fuzzy. A man's belly
button. Even that felt strange. His fingers eventually
reached the rippled elastic edge of Will's boxers. There, he
stopped, heart pounding, quivering with excitement. He was
driven by the longing to continue. Just a few short inches
away lay the thing that he needed to touch more than anything
else.

During Dyani's hour in Travis' office, he had been so nervous
that he barely remembered doing anything at all. Automaton
boy, obediently doing whatever he was told. `Stand up so I
can take your jeans down.' `Legs further apart.' `Let me suck
it'. `Put you hand on mine.' It was the same with Alex,
obeying his instructions to undress and bend over because
that was what he was supposed to do in all of the games they
played.

Now, Dyani's confidence ebbed and flowed. His little penis
throbbed between his slender thighs. It had been erect ever
since he had woken up. He reasoned once again that there was
no need to be frightened because Will was sound asleep. At
the same time he also realized that there was every reason
for him to be frightened because Will might wake up at any
moment. Fear and excitement, and demanding sexual need
blended into erratic nervous trembles. It almost hurt inside
his chest. Excitement without bound, unlike any other,
almost desperation. Dyani's lust overcame shame, guilt,
reluctance, everything that stood in its way.

Cautiously, Dyani's hand eased its way onto the front of
Will's silk boxers. He almost gasped at the sheer size of it.
It was huge, and it wasn't even stiff. Dyani's hand lifted
away, but only for a moment. Desire conquered fear yet again.
The second time his fingers fondled Will's cock through the
cloth. By then, it was becoming stiff, well on the way to
erection from only the slightest caress. Dyani's fingers
touched, pressed into what had only a few seconds earlier,
been soft flesh. Now, it was firm, and quickly getting
harder. It grew even bigger under his fingers, the flimsy
film of patterned silk barely separating skin from skin.

It became hotter. So hot that it seemed to sear his fingers.
Mystified and marveling at the size and power of it. Heart
quaking. Hand trembling. Fingers gliding along the engorged
shaft, feeling little ripples like muscle tissue, then the
bulbous head. So much bigger than his own small tip that he
did not recognize it at first. The cock head was like a knob
planted on top of the long bulky shaft. Pliant, swollen flesh
forced his small fingers to enclose it. Dyani wanted more,
needed more. Awkwardly, his fingers moved down the shaft
again, searching for the opening in the front of Will's
boxers. He parted the slit and pressed inside. Hot bare skin
against his fingertips, coarse pubic hair like wire. Not
knowing what to do in that first contact, consumed by a
sensation that was unforgettable. Afraid to move. Afraid not
to touch. Unrequited lust demanded fulfillment from a
preteen boy.

Dyani began to silently explore the junction of cock and
balls. Scrotal skin that was nearly as delicate as his own,
following the root down beneath the loose skin folds, then
back again towards the head as far as his hand could reach.
It was fully hard, fully extended. Disbelief that a ten-
year-old boy had caused it to become so big. He was unable to
take his hand away. It was stuck inside the opening in Will's
boxers. He listened for the slightest change in Will's
soporific breathing. In, then out. A steady snoring rhythm.
Little frantic heart fluttering inside his slender chest.
Drunk with lust.

The room grew steadily lighter as dawn approached and Dyani
became braver with every minute. A boy's curiosity evolved
to familiar contented caressing, yet he hungered to do more.
He leaned over Will and sniffed. It was a vaguely stale smell
with a hint of something pungent, yet not unpleasantly so.
The reassuring odor of a testosterone-producing male. A
man's smell that was so foreign to a boy whose father all but
ignored him.

Dyani leaned so close that his nose actually brushed Will's
skin before he realized what he had done. His head jerked
back, but only for a second. Again, his head drew closer.
This time, his tongue extended beyond his lips. Instinct
overwhelmed restraint. He licked, touching silk cloth first,
then finding the gap in Will's boxers, his head dipped lower
and his tongue pushed out even further. Without warning, he
found a very different texture, warmer, tantalizing skin. A
deep-down, awesome joy, a thrill unlike any other from that
momentary man-boy contact. He would never be the same again.
He had barely touched Will's cock with his lips. He could
barely breath. He lifted away, aware of a taste that lingered
on his tongue.

His left hand reached down and he clumsily fingered his
little dick. He was all but inexperienced in how to give
himself pleasure. Until that morning, his masturbation
consisted of squeezing on the tiny rounded tip, or cupping
his hand over his dick and balls and fondling himself.
However, memory asserted itself. He did what Alex did. He
used his thumb and first finger to hold his penis, began
slowly rubbing up and down on the undersized shaft as he
contemplated what to do next.

In the early morning light he could see Will's cock partially
exposed in the opening of his boxers. Short bristly dark hair
everywhere, or seemingly so. Different to the much longer
and softer salt-and-pepper hair on his chest and belly.
Fascinating body hair. Dyani reached out cautiously and
placed his right hand on Will's chest. Slid his fingers
through the tufts of hair and quivered with the touch,
squeezed his little boy-knob again and again until he had to
close his eyes and block out the sensations that rose up
inside him and threatened his judgment.

No matter how much he tried to resist the impulse that formed
within him, Dyani always knew what he was going to do. It was
just a matter of time, because it took several long minutes
before he got the courage, but always he accepted that he
would hold it in his hand, kiss it with his lips, take it
into his mouth, because that was what he had to do. Even
before Travis came into his life, Dyani knew what a boy did
with a man's cock. It was imprinted into his ten-year-old
mind, like a time bomb waiting to go off.

Finally, he reached out again and swiftly reinserted his
fingers through the opening in Will's boxers. In the
interval, Will's erection had abated so it was remarkably
easy for Dyani to extract the cock that he wanted so greatly
to see in its entirety.

Funny floppy thing, not at all like before. Not powerful or
demanding submission, but still unsettling. He cradled the
thick man cock between his thin fingers. Musing, thoughtful
boy, trying to come to grips with what he held. Trying to
understand why he felt the way he did. It was circumcised,
and in that way alone it resembled Dyani's little dick. In
the gray light of morning, he saw the shiny glimmer of
wetness at the slit, the much larger pores that covered the
tip. he thought nothing of it, accepting it just as he had
accepted Travis' cock with its strange looking skin covering
most of the head. His fingers grazed the surface, offering
light feathery strokes that only a boy can make when he paid
homage to a man.

Again, Will's cock began to grow. This time, Dyani gazed in
fascination. His brow furrowed, dark eyes wide, a hint of a
smile because when all was said and done, watching a cock
become erect was amusing to a boy. Especially so when he was
causing it.

With his favorite toy finally in his hands, Dyani was as
excited as he had ever been. That morning there was no room
in his life for GI Joe, or Game-Boy, or anything else. He
used both hands, one hand to tease the smooth skin, the other
to hold it still, so there was no chance of it escaping back
behind Will's boxers. Soft flesh became firmer. Four inches
became longer. Much longer. Over seven inches of hard adult
cock. It was two hands full for a ten-year-old boy, with some
left over. Vastly bigger than his own pitiful excuse for a
dick. The head of Will's cock swelled out, bulging, crimson
red. The shaft pulsated with every beat of Will's heart, at
every touch of Dyani's trembling hands. He sat very still and
stared at it, tried to commit every delicious detail to
memory just in case he would never have another chance.

Instinct, intuition, whatever it was, it caused him to lean
forward again. This time it was much easier. Will's cock was
pointed directly at his mouth. Dyani paused when only a few
short inches separated his nervous lips from Will's bulbous
cock head. Did he dare to do it? His tongue extended, wiping
saliva over his lips. He had learned that from Alex,
crouching over the older boy, discovering it was even nicer
in his mouth when it was wet and slippery from the start. His
tongue ventured closer to Will's cock, finally touching. He
closed his eyes, concentrating, telling himself that the man
was still sound asleep because he was snoring.

There was a vaguely salty taste, slimy too. It was strange,
but it was still delectable to his palate. Even though he'd
never tasted pre-cum before, it was recognizable. Longing,
breathing deeply, quickly, trying to control himself,
licking his lips until the taste was gone. But even then, he
could still taste it. His mouth opened, gasping, needing to
have Will's cock further inside him. It was big, as big as a
banana. No, bigger, because a few days after his experience
with Travis he'd pretended with a banana. Just to see what it
was like, to find out if it was even possible. He discovered
that he could get as much as a third of a banana inside his
mouth before he gagged.

Dyani's head lowered hesitantly, now anxious, accepting that
what he was about to do was something that he had to do if he
was to go on living. It wasn't a matter of choice. Even a
little way inside would be enough to make him happy. Just
thinking about it gave him a peculiar satisfaction.

Dyani had sucked Alex often enough to what to do. The last
time, the boy from across the street boasted five inches of
hard, early adolescent dick. Only fear of waking Will made
him hesitate. A minute passed. Will's cock stayed hard,
content to be held in Dyani's gently stroking hands.

Dyani relented in a rush, an explosion of juvenile lust. He
kissed the head first. Eyes closed. Vibrating with the sheer
mischievous excitement of it. Kissing a man's hard cock.
Wicked pre-teen boy. Grinning to himself as he did it. The
taste was satisfying, encouraging, stirring his very soul.
Then, he smooched wetly, spreading saliva with his lips and
tongue until the supple spongy head was slippery as it pushed
between his lips and rubbed against his teeth. All he needed
to do was open his mouth wider.



Dyani opened wide, as wide as his jaws could stretch. Keeping
his teeth out of the way. Lowering slowly. Hot. So hot.
Taking it inside his mouth. Hands shaking, body trembling
with excitement. The flared rim stopped at his lips. He was
not quite ready to go further, but realizing that it would
fit if he pushed down a little bit harder. So big. So
wonderful. Holding it there, bathing it with his saliva,
using his tongue to spread it around, breathing though his
nose. Erratic breaths. Needing more. Always more. No longer
caring if Will woke up. Knowing it had to go in further.
Pushing down, pushing his lips against the rim, letting it go
between his teeth. The head alone completely filled his
mouth.

Dyani suddenly broke contact and lifted away, making certain
not to scrape his teeth against the sensitive flesh. Almost
comical as he squatted on his haunches, licking where it had
been, gasping deeply.

There was a disconcerting sensation in his belly, as if the
taste of Will's cock had somehow found its way deep inside
him. His belly fluttered. He reached down anxiously,
shamelessly grabbing his tiny pricklet, squeezing it hard
enough to hurt. His entire body quivered . What was happening
to him? Uncontrollably shuddering. Unable to stop himself.
With every moment, he was sinking further into depravity.
Haunted by his times with Alex, down in the basement, hiding
behind a stack of empty cardboard boxes, his jeans gathered
around his ankles, bending over to let the older boy mate
with him. No longer virgin at eight years old, eventually
becoming so aroused that he became the boy who initiated sex.
Giving his hole to twelve-year-old Alex at every
opportunity. By nine, his anus was loose. Discarded and
lonely at ten, not understanding why his fourteen-year-old
friend found girls preferable to him.

Dyani waited for as long as he could, knowing that he was
only postponing the inevitable. Still, he had to try to deny
the urge inside him. It wasn't right. He wasn't supposed to
do it. His father would `kill him' if he ever found out his
son was gay. But L.A. wasn't Indianapolis, and his ears
weren't pricked for the slightest sound of feet walking on
the floor above. He was in a bedroom with a man who loved
boys.

There was light enough to see Will's face. He was still sound
asleep. Dyani smiled. He was content to rest and look for a
while. There was no need to rush despite the frantic craving
he felt. Hold back, fighting what he wanted to do because
deep down he wasn't sure it was even possible. Wanting the
man inside him more than he could stand. Smiling, realizing
what was very obvious, not fearful at all even though it was
several times the size of Alex' cock. It was huge, especially
to a boy whose dick was much smaller than those of other boys
of his age. Gaping at it, trying to decide how much it would
hurt. It wouldn't feel like Alex when he squeezed inside. It
was vastly thicker and several inches longer. So much
larger. It should have been scary for a boy his age to even
think about.

Contemplating. Admiring. Accepting. Will was much better
looking than Travis. He had movie star looks. Billy Sterling
grown up. Desire exploding, teenie weenie throbbing,
overpowering a ten-year-old boy's inhibition. Belly
squirming, imagining the cock buried to the hilt inside him.
Aware of what he had to do, wanting to try at least. Aching
in his rectum. Looking around the bedroom for what he needed.
There had to be something slippery. In the past, he and Alex
had sex, they  almost always used Crisco that they stole from
the kitchen. Getting the grease soon became Dyani's job when
they used the basement of his house. Scooping some out of the
container with his fingers just before they hurried down the
basement stairs. When his father was in the house, they used
the garage at Alex' place and spit. Lots of spit, because
without it, it hurt going in.

Behind the pillows at the head of the bed was a low full-
length box of wood that matched the floor. Without thinking,
Dyani scooted higher up the bed, moving the pillows to the
side. It took a few seconds for him to realize how the box
opened because there were no obvious knobs to pull. The maple
lid sprang open when he pushed down on it and he lifted it
back. He gazed inside, not recognizing much of what he saw in
the weak light. Creamy dildoes, several boy-sized butt-
plugs, more than a dozen unused condoms still in square
cellophane sachets, polished metal benwa balls. There was
even some flimsy g-string underwear. Several towels. A box
of handy wipes. Magazines with naked or nearly naked boys on
the covers. No Crisco.

There were half a dozen tubes of stuff that Dyani hadn't seen
before. Only one was worthy of his attention. It was blue and
white and clearly labeled `KY' on the side. Ky, like
Kentucky, the state adjoining southeast Indiana. He had been
to Kentucky the previous summer, to the land between the
lakes, when his father chartered a houseboat for a week.
Dyani picked the tube up, reading the few words, `Jelly'
`Doctor recommended', `Personal lubricant'. It was squashed
in the middle where it had been squeezed by small hands. He
barely managed to avoid giggling when he realized what it
was. Had it been up to Will, he would have used Anal-Ease
instead.

Dyani's hands were shaky as he removed the lid, squeezed a
little bit of the silvery clear gel out onto the fingers of
his left hand. He sniffed first and then rubbed his fingers
together. Cool, but only for a moment, then discovering it
was incredibly slippery, even more so than Crisco. His heart
began to beat faster, responding to rapid jolts of desire,
getting stronger and stronger. His body hungered, longed for
what loomed up before him. Reason urged caution, but urgency
dictated what he did. He moved awkwardly back on the bed,
realizing that if he woke Will up, it would all be over. He
was barely able to breathe as he knelt beside the man. He
squeezed out more of the glistening lubricant, enough to do
the job. He rubbed his fingers together until it covered his
hand, until the coolness was gone. He made himself take a
slow deep breath. His hand still shook as he reached for
Will's cock. His hand moved up, then down, spreading the
lubricant. When he took his hand away, Will's cock glistened
wetly. What was left on his hand, he callously smeared on his
bottom, trying to get most of it into his crack and
especially around his anus where it would be needed the most.
The instinct for self-preservation came to the fore and he
worried whether it would be enough. He anxiously squeezed
out another long bead, this time along the forefinger of his
right hand.

His bottom tensed involuntarily as his finger pressed
between his buttocks and searched around for the little
opening. He was used to doing this part of it even though the
last time had been many months ago. He loved the sensation.
He didn't care that he was a dirty, disgusting, depraved boy.
He closed his eyes, relishing the touch of his fingertip
prodding at his wrinkled anus. Tiny tender node, little
puckered lips opening up, daring to penetrate just inside.
Like a hungry mouth. Needing to be touched. Tantalized. Made
looser. Dyani pushed slowly, firmly, feeling strangely
relieved as his finger sank steadily deeper. Moving it
around, his inner muscle cramping, resisting, not giving up
easily. He rotated his finger as far as his wrist and
position would allow, began moving his finger in and out the
way that he had learned with Alex down in his basement.

There had been times when Alex used the handle of a dust
broom. Another time, the handle of a screwdriver, the end of
a broom, pushed in so far that he almost screamed. It usually
didn't take them very long to make the opening loose enough.
Half closing his eyes. Heart pounding frantically now,
because passion was in command. After less than a minute, his
finger pumped into him without restraint. Glorious,
wonderful feeling of it sliding back and forth. All too soon
his finger wasn't big enough. He needed more. That hunger
could never be denied, no matter how hard he tried. He
glanced at Will's cock, realizing what came next. Still
hard. Not sticking up in the air like his did when he was
lying on his back, but lying flat along the man's belly.

Dyani gulped as the reality of what he was about to do
finally struck home. He was going to put that huge cock
inside his bottom. At least, he was going to try his best to
do it. It was easily twice the width of Alex' cock, and even
that hurt when it first went inside his ass.

Even as he anticipated the agony ahead, Dyani got into
position. Not every time had involved him bending over in
front of the older boy. A few times, Alex had allowed him to
sit down on it. He straddled Will as carefully as he could,
hovering above him because the slightest contact might wake
the man up. His own small dick stood straight out yet it
barely reached beyond his rounded pubis. It was ramrod
stiff, but it was as insignificant as it had ever been.

In the scheme of things, Dyani was not at all certain what he
was going to do next although he had done it often enough
with Alex. Then, all he did was to kneel over him, line up
his anus and the other boy's cock and push down until it was
forced inside him. It wasn't that difficult to do. However,
Will was much bigger than a lean bodied now-fourteen-year-
old boy. Even kneeling above him meant spreading his thighs
wide apart, and then his bottom was almost grazing Will's
thighs. There was no way he was going to get the man's cock
even close to his opening like that.

After a few moments, Dyani wriggled forward on his knees
until they were against the sides of Will's chest. Now, a lot
higher up, he reached behind him. He took hold of Will's
erection and lifted up at an angle that felt about right.
Then, holding his breath and trying hard not to tremble with
excitement, Dyani eased back. The fingers of his left hand
touched the head of Will's cock, directing it back to where
it had to be, guiding it between his parted buttocks. He felt
it touch his crack and he gasped softly. Not believing. His
pelvis seemed to want to push back and drive it deeply into
his core. He used his right hand to hold the shaft steady,
his left hand to push his cheeks further apart, to keep the
tip positioned in his opening. That was where it felt the
best, where it was centered on the target. Slippery, hot,
huge cock head bulging into the dimple of his anus. Trying to
brave. Trying to get it inside without crying. Forcing his
cheeks apart. Knowing what it would feel like if he
succeeded. Like Alex, only better. Better because it was
bigger. Better because it belonged to Will, because he
wanted to belong to Will. That was why men had sex with boys.
Because they belonged to them afterwards.

It began to hurt much worse, but Dyani didn't stop. It had to
be forced inside. It was the same with Alex even though his
teen-cock was so much smaller. Dyani always had to push back.
No matter how badly it hurt, he had to do it. He had to prove
he could do it. His happiness depended on it. His acting
career depended on it. Everything depended on it. It didn't
matter how fond he was of the man who had become such an
essential part of his life, if he wanted to be a movie star
he had to do it with any man who could benefit his career.

He might even enjoy it. That was what his mother had said
only that morning, as if she already knew he would enjoy it,
but it really didn't matter if he did. If he wanted to act he
had to have sex. He was just like Draven and the other boys
at Emmett's pool party. Most of them were gay, and even if
they weren't, it really didn't matter. Draven, who had
quickly become his friend, who had whispered something to
him at the far end of the pool, confiding that he really
didn't like Eddie Anders all that much, but he would gladly
have sex with him in order to get the role he wanted.
Hollywood was like that. Everyone knew it. No one admitted
it. It wasn't how good you could act, or who you knew, but
what you did with them that counted.

Stretching. Hurting awfully. Almost burning. Closing his
eyes to keep his tears from forming as he forced himself
down. Trying to relax his bowels at the same time, because
that was how the pain went away with Alex, not by making it
tighten up. Dyani nearly whimpered as his anus began to give
way. Instead, of wailing he clenched his teeth and squeezed
back. It would never hurt as much as it did that morning.
Almost a tearing pain. Then, all of a sudden the sensation
changed. He felt it buried inside him, like a huge ball
behind his anus, the shaft still forcing his sphincter wide
open, but not quite as much as a moment earlier. It almost
felt good, the change in pressure, realizing he had done it.
In an instant, he was aware of the hint of boundless pleasure
that might lie ahead if he survived the next few minutes. He
groaned aloud for the first time. Finally,there were tears
in his eyes.

It took nearly a minute for Dyani to recover his senses. He
was fulfilled, happier than he could ever imagine possible,
kneeling above Will, feeling the man's cock partially inside
him. Bruises would later show how far he had stressed his
body's flesh to achieve that much. For the present, it hurt
like hell. However, even that tightly stretched agony was
temporary. By the end of a minute, the dilation of his
tortured sphincter muscle was well underway. The burning
sensation began to fade. When he glanced down he saw that his
erection had disappeared, just as it did with Alex when he
fucked the younger boy. Dyani's dick and balls shriveled to
almost nothing, the little head barely poked its head out,
surrounded by its ruffled collar.

He wriggled a little, using his thighs and hips to work the
man's cock a fraction of an inch deeper. It was not as easy
as he had hoped it would be. He took a deep breath and
wriggled again, massaging the swollen lump contained inside
his anus. It was still very tight. He felt around behind him,
spreading the accumulated lubricant from around the rim of
his tightly stretched anus over the rest of the shaft. He was
ready to push it further inside. Breathe in. Push down.
Exhale. Inhale. Push again. Try not to cry.

With each downward push, Dyani felt the cock expanding,
growing ever larger inside his body, taking over. With every
inch, he needed even more. Deeper and deeper into his rectum
with the slimy KY lubricant easing the way. Half way. Not
really believing it despite the evidence of his fingers.
Between his opening and Will's hairy pubis, he could just get
all four fingers wrapped around the shaft. Suddenly, his
right hand was getting in the way. He didn't need to hold it
steady. He took his hand away and used it to brace himself by
pushing against the mattress. He rested there, getting used
to having his insides displaced, adjusting to the throbbing
sensation that made him want to squeeze down against it.

He was used to this part of it. He had the same feeling when
Alex' cock was nearly the all the way inside him. An intense,
demanding pressure. He strained against it. Closed his eyes
and pushed down. It felt so good it hurt. An awful aching
need inside a boy that no woman could ever understand.

It took all his strength to lift away. Slowly. Pulling up a
bit at a time, feeling Will's huge cock being dragged out of
him, pulling at his anus, then breaking free of the grip of
his bowels, sliding out. He used his thighs and arms to lift
himself up. He stopped when he felt his anus being stretched
wider from the inside. Not too far, even though getting it
inside again was always easier the second time around. He
paused, poised to do it again, waiting for his racing heart
to calm down. He pushed steadily, ignoring the pain as his
sphincter was painfully, forcefully inverted, grasping
frantically. He slowed when the wonderful pressure began
again. This was the best part of all. Working up to ecstasy,
even if he couldn't spell the word. Slowly increasing his
downward force, gritting his teeth because it still hurt,
not stopping until it felt as good as before. Then, coming
off again, leaning down over Will , holding himself up with
his arms fully extended because it came out easier that way,
because putting any weight on Will might be enough to wake
him up.

It took a few more awkward thrusts before his body had
loosened up enough for Will's cock to slide freely back and
forth. Then, as Dyani tensed his muscles and pulled away,
Will's cock would slither out. After a few seconds of feeling
emptied, he pushed back slowly. The pressure was restored
again, right into the very core of his body. Back and forth,
barely cognizant of what he was doing. The stimulation was
incredible. Naked boy, fucking himself on a sleeping man's
cock.

A slimy film soon gathered around the base of Will's hard
cock, dampening the front of his boxers. Getting wetter,
slipperier, looser, gliding in and out. Dyani pushing down
harder, pulling up as far as he dared because he couldn't
stand the thought of it coming out. Harder. Faster. The urge
to fuck completely out of control. Shaking uncontrollably
every few seconds. Realizing he should stop before Will woke
up. Knowing he couldn't stop. Not then, not ever.

Then, Will woke up. Woke up to rapture, to nirvana, to utter
joy. A ray of early morning sun spilled across Dyani's bare
shoulders, bathed his tousled hair, made shadows on his
scrunched up, agonized face. Ecstasy. Boy with his eyes
closed tightly, head thrown back, mouth open, gasping
frenetically. Will gazed, enraptured, not disbelieving, not
daring to accept the reality of what was happening. Dyani was
kneeling above him, thrusting his slender hips back and
forth, driving Will's massive cock deep inside him, grunting
as the air was forced from his lungs.

Will did the only thing he could. He met Dyani's downward
thrusts with upward thrusts of his own. Slamming their
bodies together. The boy groaned and shuddered from the
sudden change in motion, but his expression didn't change.
If anything it became more joyful.

Will was close to orgasm, but Dyani was even closer. During
those last few moments, Dyani's rectum loosened completely,
allowing Will's cock to penetrate even deeper. One time it
pulled completely free and there was a frantic rush to get it
reinserted. Wild rutting after that. Muscular spasms
beginning, tightening up, straining together, all the while
a ten-year-old boy containing a man's brutalizing cock in
his loose wet heat.

The anal cramps came quickly at the end. Sudden, urgent
contractions against Will's enormous throbbing cock. Dyani's
body shuddered, twitched and jerked with spasm after spasm.
It had never been like that. Not with Alex. The older boy
always came first. As soon as he was done ejaculating, he
pulled out and wiped the mess off on Dyani's boxers.

Dyani sobbed, his pre-teen body releasing more delight than
it had ever known. Agonizing joy. Wonderful joy. Crying as
passion surged through him, suddenly very weakened, but
wanting Will to keep doing it, keep fucking him. Groaning,
shaking his head, nodding, realizing that Will was plunging
back and forth, shoving him further up his chest. Gripping
his hips, holding him from getting away, that enormous cock
ripping him apart. Each thrust going all the way inside him.
Fighting exhaustion, wanting to stay conscious, because he
wanted to feel Will's semen spurt inside him for the first
time.

Will's hands tightened on Dyani's hips, smashing the small
body into his. The final throes of ecstasy, like death,
giving it everything he had to possess the boy completely. So
close. The edge came closer in a rush. A rush from his balls,
along his spine, grunting as the first spurts exploded into
Dyani. Slamming deeply, all the way inside him, blasting cum
right into his boy-belly, filling his intestines it seemed.

Dyani felt it burst inside him, the flow of heat spreading,
the sudden sloppiness throughout his rectum. He realized
what it was immediately, although it was the first time it
had happened to him. For some reason that he never
understood, Alex always pulled out at the end and let it
spurt across his rump or splatter on the floor. Will's cum
flowed into him. He could think of nothing better than for
his body to be full of it. Now, he belonged to Will.

Slowing down. Erratic thrusts, not nearly as hard as before.
Dribbling, drooling cock sliding in and out. Quivering boy-
pussy. Once puckered anus stretched wide open. Hungry for
more. Will pulled him down, moving his thin arms out of the
way so the front of their bodies were together, seeking his
mouth, both gasping for air but kissing him nonetheless.
Pushing his tongue all the way inside Dyani's mouth. Kissing
frantically. Sharing spit. Both of them lying completely
still, barely connected by Will's slimy cock. Too tired to
move. Too drained. Too absorbed in the wonder of making love.

Will gently stroked Dyani's bare back. Not yet believing
despite the evidence of his eyes, of the enclosing warmth
around his cock. Not knowing what to think, except that he
had never been so utterly satisfied from sex. Not even Draven
had managed to please him like that. If he had died right
then, he would not have minded.

"You okay babe?" he whispered in Dyani's ear.

A moment later. "Yeah,... I think so." Vaguely funny. He
sounded happy.

"I didn't hurt you too much, did I?"

"No,... don't think so. It feels so squishy inside, Sil."

Dyani's head drooped tiredly onto Will's shoulder. Eyes
still closed. Not caring about anything. Contented boy.
Ready to go back to sleep again and forget what he had done.

Will smiled, kept stroking Dyani's back with his left hand as
he carefully explored between their bodies with his right.
He discovered that he still had his boxers on. There was a
wet region around his cock, slime everywhere it seemed. He
brought his fingers back to where he could see them. There
wasn't even a trace of blood. Lucky kid. Back again, suddenly
worried, realizing that he wasn't wearing a condom.

"Too late now," he thought aloud.

"Too late for what?" Dyani murmured sleepily. Fading into
orgasmic bliss, eyes closing. Almost gone.

"Nothing for you to worry about, Babe," Will said calmly.

He fingered the side of his cock, touching bare skin instead
of latex. He always used protection unless he could be
absolutely certain that the boy was a virgin. It was his only
rule. The rule of common sense. Too late now. He felt around
Dyani's anus, the dilated ring where his slowly softening
cock protruded from. Again, he examined his fingers. A tinge
of pink, mostly yellow. If there was any blood it wasn't more
than a drop or two. But a drop of blood was all it took to
get AIDS, not even that. The slightest hint of red was
enough. It was too late to care about the consequences of
having unprotected sex.

He smelled his fingers absently, slippery with KY, mucus,
pre-seminal excretion. The smell of man-boy love. He closed
his eyes and waited for sleep to take away his fears.

When Will woke again, the sun lit up the room. Dyani was
still perched above him. His cock had been expelled when the
boy's anus began the process of closing up and his muscles
resumed their normal functioning. Sweet boy. Sexy boy.
Fucked himself on Will's hard cock. Will smiled. No boy had
every done that. Of course, he encouraged boys to get on top,
and most of them did at one time or another to see what it
was like, but none of them had ever done it while he was
asleep.

Through the closed door he could hear Cynthia moving around.
He caressed Dyani's lean back, gently patting his small
rounded buttocks, still slippery on the sides, hot and slimy
in the crevice, touching his finger in the middle. No sign of
a pucker. It was more like a little funnel, but working in
the reverse direction because it was oozing sex juice.
Will's fingers followed the crevice down behind Dyani's
little loose balls. There was a gooey mess all over them. On
Will's belly too. A puddle of cum had leaked out already.
Will's boxers were damp in front. He felt around on the bed,
where Dyani had been lying, finding the boy's tee shirt
before he changed his mind. Why spoil it?

His fingers moved back to Dyani's buttocks and rubbed in the
slippery excretion. Again, he toyed with the perimeter of
the opening. So smooth and slick, inviting his fingers to
enter. His first finger teased inside. It was still loose.
Just a little way inside, Will tried to tell himself. Just to
see how loose it was. He pressed carefully and felt the slick
flesh enclose his finger up to the first joint. He stopped
there, feeling the wet heat inside Dyani's body. His finger
burned. Will breathed deeply, exhaling over Dyani's inert
shoulder. He smiled, thinking `my finger is inside his
butt', `inside Dyani'. The hot tender flesh had almost
welcomed him, going in so easily, but he had yet to reach the
inner muscle.

Still smiling, Will applied a little more pressure, rotating
his finger so that it bored deeper. The muscle opened at
first, then closed around his finger tip. It wasn't tight,
not really, but then Dyani was still sound asleep. It felt
much wetter, hotter. There was just enough pressure that his
finger could move around comfortably. Will sighed
pleasantly, half closing his eyes. The possibility of a man
having anal sex with a young boy never ceased to amaze him.
Cautiously, he inserted his finger even further inside
Dyani's anus. The weakened opening admitted his second
joint, pushed closer and closer to his knuckles until most of
Will's finger was inside the boy's slim body. Dyani's
sphincter gripped his finger near the joint, but not so
tightly that Will couldn't move it around. He probed
tenderly, squirming in the juice that was still inside
Dyani, following the delicate tissue of the rectal lining,
imagining it stretched and sliding against his cock. There
wasn't a lot of room inside the rectum. No wonder it had felt
so wonderful, so incredibly tight. His finger curled
downward, pushed forward, displacing the sloppy mush that
came from having sex. Semen, KY, mucus, all mixed together
into ooze. He felt around, seeking the firmness underneath
the weakened walls. It was there somewhere. Just before his
bladder. A small firm node, no bigger than a pea in a ten-
year-old boy, but just as sensitive as a man's prostate gland
and very capable of giving all the pleasure he could stand.

Then, Cynthia knocked on the bedroom door. In an instant,
Will used his left hand to rearrange the sheet, dragging it
from where it was gathered at his knees, up over them, until
it covered Dyani's back and most of his shoulders.

Only then, did he call out as softly as he could. "Yeah. What
is it?"

"It's only me, Will. I was wondering if you'd like some
coffee to wake you up?"

Will nearly laughed. An hour ago he'd woken up to find her
son riding his cock like a cowboy on a bucking bronco. And
now, when his finger was stuck up her son's ass, she was
offering him coffee to wake him up. Why not? It was her idea
to move in and for Dyani to share his bed. She might as well
get used to seeing them together.

"Yeah. Sure, I'd love some," he said. He hoped he didn't
sound too eager.

The bedroom door opened cautiously, and Cynthia's appeared
in the gap. She glanced around, seeing the room for the first
time, the fireplace, the sunken basalt bath tub, taking in
the strict simplicity of it, the rigorous attention to
design, the large low bed in the center of the room. Will,
with Dyani lying over him.

"He's asleep," Will said quietly.

"Oh. I'm sorry. I really didn't mean to disturb you."

She swallowed and stepped through the doorway, took a few
paces on the pale maple floor, still gazing as if the room
was sacred territory.

"You're not," Will answered. With his left hand he patted
Dyani's back, now covered by the white sheet.

Let her know who was in charge, who Dyani belonged with from
now on. Her son. His boy. His finger embedded all the way
inside Dyani's vulnerable little ass, feeling his incredible
heat, the sloppy mess of unprotected anal sex, the feeble of
his abused sphincter.

"Where should I put it?"

Will smiled. "My architect thought furniture was a waste of
money."

Cynthia laughed nervously. "So I see. It's a beautiful room,
Will."

She tried to look away, tried to divert her attention from
her son. Dyani was hunched over Will's chest, the shape of
his slender legs on either side clearly visible beneath the
draped sheet. To Will, the smell of sex was unmistakable, but
she seemed not to notice it. She came closer, each pace
tentative.

"Even if it is a little sparse," Will agreed.

She managed another smile. "Where on earth do you put all
your things?"

"I have everything I need right here," Will replied before he
realized how it sounded with Dyani asleep on top of him.
"I've learned to live very simply," he added quickly.
"Everything else is in the dressing room."

"Oh,...." She was more than halfway across the room. "Is he,...
okay?"

"He's fine. Just sleeping for a while."

"It can't be very comfortable with him on top of you."

"On the contrary. I wouldn't be without him," Will said
quietly. He patted Dyani's back, rubbing the little bumps of
his spine. As he did so, he noticed an increased pressure on
his finger, as if the boy was beginning to wake up and
realize what was going on.

"You can put the coffee there, Cynthia," he said, gesturing
to the low box at the head of the bed.

Cynthia knelt down and placed the mug of coffee where Will
directed. Their eyes met. Almost kneeling in submission to
him. Giving him what he wanted. Was that what the architect
had in mind by placing the bed so low to the floor. At that
moment, she knew what had happened to her son, not so long
ago that the smell had gone away. There was no need to say
anything. Why acknowledge something that both of them knew
for a fact. Dyani had been fucked. So what! If he was still a
virgin before, he certainly wasn't now. Better that it was
with Will Sterling than any other man she knew.

That silent recognition that the deed had been done sometime
earlier that morning went on and on, the certainty growing.
Her realization that Dyani was lost to her was forever
imprinted in the look they shared, eyes joined in mutual
respect. Whatever her son did from than point on was no
longer entirely her choice. Her little boy had finally grown
up.

"Thanks for the coffee, Cynthia. We'll be down in a while,"
Will said quietly as Cynthia got to her feet again.

Of course, she wanted to know what happened to her son. And
she would find out too, because Dyani would probably tell her
everything. There would be no secrets from her, not for a few
more years at least. He would have to get used to that.

Dyani moved abruptly, shifting in his sleep, getting ready
to wake up. His sphincter tightened up again, like a band
wrapped around Will's finger, pulling on it, trying to draw
it deeper, or push it out. Impossible to tell.

Cynthia backed away. She was the intruder. She didn't belong
there in that all male domain. A man and a boy, resting after
sex.

"I'll get breakfast,... in what? Half an hour?" Suddenly
nervous. Too late to stop or turn back the clock even if she
wanted to.

"That'll be great," Will answered. He smiled feebly. "I
think he's waking up now."

She hurried out, closing the door behind her, leaving Will in
silence, alone with her Dyani.

Will sighed, returning his hand beneath the sheet and fondly
massaging Dyani's bottom. His finger began to stroke gently
in and out. Trying to decide what to do. The decision made
easy because the boy's rectum was so loose and sloppy. It
would be so easy to put his cock back inside him. Fuck him
longer the second time around. Much longer. Temptation
reared up before him. Will hastily removed his finger. His
heart was pounding with excitement. His cock was hard,
throbbing in anticipation as he repositioned himself. Using
the slippery fluid from underneath Dyani's balls, he hastily
lubricated the head of his cock. It was important to get it
in before the boy woke up. It was only fair, after all.

He used both of his hands to part the small buttocks and
guide the head of his cock into the narrow crack. The warm
slick flesh embraced it, the mouth of the funnel depressing
to enclose most of the knob. The angle wasn't very good.
Will's thighs lifted up. His pelvis too, taking almost all of
Dyani's weight on his chest. Better, but still not ideal. He
pushed, straining at that awkward angle, forcing hard cock
into soft boy flesh. It helped that his finger had been
inside only seconds earlier.

Dyani gave a muffled groan of impending penetration, but
already it was too late. By the time he realized what was
going on, Will's cock was about two inches inside him and
more was on the way. What Will remembered of that second
entry was the intense heat that flowed around his cock, the
already weakened muscle, slipping slowly back, squeezing the
head until it was through, then gripping the shaft as Dyani
shuddered awake.

"Everything's okay, Babe. Just lie still," Will said
quietly.

"Uh,..."

Dyani trembled, feeling the fullness inside him, never
waking up to it before, always doing it in the middle of the
day when his father wasn't around. Nodded his head.
Relentless pressure. More of it than he remembered. The
sense of something growing inside him, taking possession
again. Not hurting like before. Hurting, but in a nice way.
Filling him. Taking away the empty feeling inside him. He
groaned.

"Okay?"

"Yesssss," Dyani hissed.

The worst part was over already. So good. So big inside him.
He tried not to strain back against it. It was easier if he
just relaxed and let it happen, at least until it was fully
inside him. Then, he felt it behind his sphincter, opening
him up even more, almost forcing his thighs apart.

"Oh! Ohhhh."

Will smiled and kissed Dyani's cheek. "This is for not waking
me up earlier this morning," he teased.

Dyani gasped suddenly as Will shoved again. With that
thrust, his cock penetrated about halfway. It stretched the
boy to the limit, torturing him with delight interspersed
with tearing agony. Will was lifting him up off the bed,
holding his hips steady, forcibly pushing it in, because it
was still so taut, still not used to a man's girth. It took
weeks for that to happen. He nodded his head weakly against
Will's chest.

"Yes,..." he whispered. "I want,... you,..."

"I want you too," Will gasped in his ear. He kissed Dyani's
forehead, smooched him, then licked just above his brows.

Will's cock eased back an inch, maybe less, and then he
lurched forward again, driving upward with his back and
thigh muscles while he held Dyani's body down. Another inch
inside. There was a muffled groan against his neck. Dyani was
sucking on his skin. Sniffling. Nearly crying. It had to hurt
like hell. Given their position, it was in about as far as it
was going to go. More than halfway. It was far enough. Draven
had orgasms with less than that. Will stroked Dyani's hair,
calming him, waiting for the cramps to end, painful little
spasms that squeezed against his cock. It wouldn't take more
than a few thrusts to loosen him up again.

"You doing okay?" Will whispered in Dyani's ear.

"Uh,... okay,..."

Breathing hard through his mouth, making funny grunting
sounds. Being stretched to breaking point inside his rectum,
knowing what was coming. Looking forward to it. Not
frightened at all. Expecting to be hurt. The joy that
followed made the pain worthwhile.

"You're incredibly sexy," Will purred in his ear. "Very
sexy. I'm going to fuck you now. You know that, don't you
Movie Brat?"

Dyani nodded slightly, his lips still toying with Will's
neck, sucking kisses, nipping with his razor teeth. Leaving
his little crimson mark. His pelvis shifted, wriggling
around on Will's thick cock. Impaled in the ass, like a huge
wooden stake to kill the vampire, trying to move against it
to show that he was ready. Still trying to get used to it.

Will put both of his hands on Dyani's bony hips and began to
move. Cautiously, as he pulled back, receding first, then
pushing Dyani down when he lifted up again. This time his
cock rammed deeper, as far as it could go unless Dyani sat
up. It was hard enough to elicit a muted whimper. Maybe too
hard. Maybe not hard enough. The second slow thrust created
suction, making a wet squelching sound from inside Dyani's
rectum. He was already getting looser. Loose enough to fuck.
Will began to do it. Setting the rhythm. In and out,
clutching Dyani to him, keeping him still and in the right
position. Not using all of his strength because the boy
wasn't ready for that yet. Not for a few weeks.

Fucking carefully, aware of every sensation, Dyani's
constant trembles driving him to distraction. No question
that the kid enjoyed it. Not a single complaint. Completely
given over to it. Knowing how to do it just right because he
had years of practice. Gentle in, gentle out. Let his dick do
what came naturally. Concentrate on feeling good.

It sounded messy beneath Dyani, but Will was used to messy.
Boys were messy sometimes so he always kept a towel within
reach. Dyani quaked, loosening up, expelling fluid in a
gurgle despite the seal that should have been afforded by his
snug anus. Will's cock went in and out, not rushing anything,
taking his time, enjoying the tightly stretched rectum.
Vaguely wishing that he had a better position, but perfectly
contented where he was for the time being. Flat on his back
with Dyani lying face down above him, legs spread well apart.
Listening to the boy's mewing, the undeniable sound of
delight. Fucking him, just a little bit faster and harder to
see if the kid could take it. His cock moved easily. That was
good. Slipping, sliding, gliding in and sucking out.
Sucking, squishy, messy sound. Wetness gathering on his
groin. Realizing he should have used a towel.

Dyani's hips began to undulate, unable to stay still. His
pelvis swiveled, rocked, began humping back. Began to push
harder, forcing Will's cock back and forth. A third of it
encased in muscle, gripped firmly, another third bathed in
luscious mushy heat, pumping right through him it seemed.
Another third was still outside. It was unbelievably good.
Dyani was ecstatic, not really believing despite the aching
reality of it. Sex with a man was nothing like sex with
another boy. Alex was forgotten. So much better, so
incredible that he began to think he might go insane.

Finally, realizing that it would never be quite deep enough
if he stayed where he was, Dyani separated himself from
Will's chest by lifting up with his arms. They gazed at each
other. Naked Dyani kneeling, slim thighs widespread, slowly
pushing Will's cock all the way into him, his teenie weenie
all but hidden from view. Boy dick as limp as it could be,
almost swallowed up by the plump fleshy mounds that formed on
either side. Boy dick like an oversized clitoris. Both of
them straining to make certain that Will's cock was in as far
as it could go. Not stopping until Will's bristly pubic hair
was brushing against Dyani's buttocks. Less than an inch to
go. One more good push was all it was going to take. Forcing
himself down because there was no other choice.

Dyani winced when Will's cock finally bottomed out. No words
to describe that feeling, except one. `Full'. Full! His
entire body was possessed like that. Owned by Will. He
belonged to Will's cock. He had become Will's boy, his fuck-
toy. That was what Alex had called sometimes. A fuck-toy. He
couldn't help but believe that it was true and that it was
all his fault, because Alex always made it sound as if it was
his fault.

Dyani's knees jerked involuntarily as his body responded in
a delayed reaction. His rectum clutched at Will's cock,
trying to drag it deeper. His belly pulled in, straining. His
thighs rocked back, then forward. His eyes closed and he
forced down, using his abdominal muscles to increase the
pressure on his special place. After a few seconds he gasped
and stopped. He nodded, giving Will the sign he needed.

Will was close as well, too close. The sight of beautiful
Dyani sitting over him, the feeling of his cock buried deep
inside the boy's narrow pelvis, the smooth lean thighs wide
spread, the button mushroom-head cock peeking at him like it
was curious about what was going on. Boy-pussy in front, boy
pussy behind, grasping his cock. All of it together was too
much for him. Will managed one clumsy upward thrust. His cock
speared into Dyani for the last time and began to spurt.
Pulsing, squirting seed through the thick urethra, not
affected by the constricting muscle, emptying his balls
inside Dyani for the second time in an hour. Drained, not
even the energy to keep thrusting, just letting it pulse and
jerk, and drool out by itself. No need to fuck him. Being
inside him was enough. Seeing Dyani smile, then giggle. Will
flexed his muscles, making his cock twitch one more time.

"You're going to have my baby, Movie Brat?" he huffed.

Dyani nodded his head abruptly, not even thinking about it.
He kept rocking his hips, realizing what was happening
inside his ass was what he really wanted. The only thing he
wanted. The intense pressure of a moment earlier faded
rapidly. Not caring about anything except how wonderful it
felt inside him. Suddenly so full of cock that he could
barely move. Hot and oozing. It was never like that with
Alex.

"So cool," he muttered to himself.

Will smiled and nodded back at him. "Yeah, you're right about
that."

Already, his cock was receding. Pulling back through the
semen drenched rectum, leaving his sperm where they could do
no harm except maybe send Dyani running to the bathroom later
in the day. Much more fun without a rubber getting in the
way. Dangerous as hell, but it was too late to do anything
about it now.

After a few moments, Dyani lifted up again, pulling away,
sliding Will's worm-like cock out of him. The head tugged
momentarily at his anus, then that gave way and Will's cock
plopped out. They both giggled at the sound. Nothing like a
`pop', more like a sloppy `pppuuuuhhhh' as air and cum
escaped.

"I better have a look, okay," Will said. "Make sure you're
okay back there."

He moved Dyani over to his left side, pushed him down so that
he lay on his belly, then he turned onto his side and came to
his knees. He parted the small shiny-wet cheeks and looked
into the crack. Except for a noticeably reddened area around
the opening there were no obvious signs of damage. He
playfully kissed Dyani's bottom, administering one kiss per
cheek. Inhaling deeply, savoring, because he always enjoyed
the smell. Unforgettable smell, like the taste, but he had to
be in the mood for that.

For some boys, the pucker disappeared after sex. Dyani was
one of them. Will loved the way that his anus seemed to have
vanished, like it had never been there in the first place.
The pale cheeks and crevice funneled into the opening,
almost like an inverted cone that became red just as it began
to disappear. Well fucked boy. Juicy deep down inside him
with what looked a lot like milk.

Will slipped off his already stained boxers and used them to
wipe up the streaks of wetness and the slick excretion that
slowly appeared from the boy's opening. Then, the slimy film
that had accumulated on his balls.

"Am I okay?" Dyani asked nervously.

"You'll do," Will admired quietly.

Over the years he had known plenty of boys who grumbled and
complained afterwards. Some even cried, making him feel
miserable as well. And then there were the boys who enjoyed
every moment of it.

"Does it hurt bad, Babe?" he asked tenderly.

"No, not really."

It was the rueful, awkward answer of a boy trying to get used
to the feeling, to the idea of what had been done to him,
trying hard to seem normal. Being fucked by a man's cock
wasn't normal. Being stretched to the limit took a lot of
getting used to.

"You'll be sore later on I bet."

"I don't care." Bravely accepting something that most boys
resented.

They rested together, both reluctant to say more. Too many
emotions to deal with too quickly. Not sure what to think.
Too soon to tell. Will wondered what Dyani was thinking. Had
to worry what was going through his head. Why had he done it?
Will knew that lust was part of it just from the boy's facial
expression. Dyani had responded to a deep-seated urge for
sexual release, and it showed. It was also why he initiated
sex while Will was still asleep. But at ten years old? It was
so hard to believe, even though Will had heard stories of
even younger boys who weren't a whole lot different. One or
two of them had even been in his bed over the years. Almost
too small to fuck. Giggly little kids who were hidden
underneath him, afraid he'd squash them if he pushed down too
hard.

But why? There had to be another motivation besides desire.
Too much was at stake. Will sensed Cynthia's hand in it, but
that was all. Had Dyani done it for the money, like some
cheap Santa Monica boy-hooker, selling his ass for a
skateboard and fancy clothes? Because he wanted so badly to
be a Hollywood movie star?

"We better get up," Will said eventually. "Your mom's
getting breakfast for us."

"Yeah, I guess."

So quietly said. Hesitant. Worn-out. Will smiled. Getting
fucked always took a lot out of a boy. It drained their
strength even if all they did was lie still. That was why it
was usually better to do it at night instead of in the
morning. There was plenty of time for a boy to get over it.

"Hm,... I think what my favorite movie brat needs is a cold
shower to wake him up," Will teased.

"No way old man." Dyani giggled irreverently.

"Okay. Well I guess we can deal with you later. Right now I
know what I need to wake me up in the morning."

 "What's that?"

"A kiss from a sexy boy," Will joked.

Dyani sighed, pretending lack of interest, as if it was not
something he wanted to do but he was still willing to
consider it. Still feeling weak inside, especially where
Will's cock had been twice already that morning. Remembering
the coarse bristles scrapping his cheek.

"I'll make you a deal, okay. You'll get a kiss, but only if I
don't have to get up until I'm ready?"

Will nodded. Dyani smiled back at him, lifting up his arms to
Will. Will leaned over him, then lowered down, taking his
weight on his elbows, using his hands to hold Dyani's face.
He planted his lips on Dyani's and kissed. Kissed hard.
Rubbed their lips together, almost bruising. A man's
strength pressing down on the recumbent boy. His to command,
to dominate, to enjoy. Will used his tongue to play with
Dyani's tongue for a few seconds until it became impossible
to ignore the staleness of morning breath. He lifted up again
and held position, gazing down. Dyani smiled shyly.
Wondering why Will was staring at him.

"You're beautiful, Dyani," Will said deferentially.

"You need a shave, Sil," Dyani quipped.

Will laughed. "I'm going to have my hands full with you,
aren't I?"

Dyani gave him an `I don't know what you mean' look, causing
Will to keep laughing.

"You're sexy too," he added when he got his breath back.
"Man, you're sexy."

He raised himself up and moved to the side so that he was
kneeling next to Dyani again. He contemplated Dyani, lying
stretched out on the bed, slender arms now behind his head.
Teenie weenie as hard as a rock. He smiled, knowing why.
Draven was like that too, always getting an erection
whenever they kissed. It always embarrassed the boy,
especially when Will pointed it out. Dyani glanced down and
saw what Will was looking at, standing straight up and
seeming to jut out through the plump fold of skin like an
oversized clitoris.

Will rubbed his chin. "You know, there's just one problem
with you lying in bed for as long as you want."

"What's that?"

"Um, well I was planning to go to the beach first thing
Saturday morning."

"That's today." Dyani's eyes lit up, changing from sensuous
serene boy to eager and excited in a moment. "Today's
Saturday!"

"Yeah, it is, isn't it." Will waited. "Of course, if you
don't want to come, you could stay here with your mom, I
suppose."

Dyani immediately shook his head, grinning happily,
realizing that he was being teased. His father barely said
more than a word to him. Will doted by comparison.

"No way, Sil. I want to come. Pleasssseeeee?" Whiny boy voice
at the end, because that always worked with his mother.

"I thought you did come. No, that was me," Will joked. "You
only got the shake rattle and roll part."

Dyani didn't get it. Will shook his head. He wasn't
surprised. Some boys never got the point of `come' jokes, not
until they were old enough to `come' themselves.

"Then you better get your cute little butt out of bed. You're
not making a mess on my car seat."

"Mess? Me?" Dyani asked sweetly.

"Yes, you, cum-butt." Will laughed. "How about I carry you
into the bathroom?"

He didn't wait for Dyani to answer. He scooped Dyani up,
giggles and all, one arm under his back, the other under his
knees. It was awkward getting up from the low bed, but Will
had lots of practice carrying naked boys from the bed into
the bathroom, and back again. He even managed to pretend to
have an accidental stumble on the way, a sudden one-foot
`drop', which caused Dyani to squeal with joy and hug Will's
neck.

They reached the bathroom without further ado and Will eased
Dyani down in front of the toilet. Sitting down just in time.
Gurgling sounds came almost right away. Disconcerting
cramps. Averting his face in shame. Bowels excreting liquid
in noisy squirts. Disturbing sound. Dripping Will's semen
into the bowl.

"That's okay," Will said reassuringly. "It's mostly me."

"Gross."

"Yeah, I know. So much for you having my baby," Will joked.

"I'm not a girl," Dyani mumbled.

He pressed his knees with his hands as he tried to get the
last of it out. That way, with his dick concealed, and the
pudgy mounds on either side of his pubis pressed together, it
was impossible to tell he wasn't female. He winced,
grimacing as his rectum cramped again, tightening his
sphincter, the pressure increasing as he strained down.

"Yeah, I noticed," Will said humbly.

He backed away a few steps, going behind the dividing wall,
giving Dyani some privacy. There wasn't much of a smell,
suggesting that the boy's bowels had been empty at the time.
He reached over and turned on the faucets. Water gushed from
two directions into the open black-basalt bath. Japanese
elegance with Roman inspiration. A bath built for boys to
have fun with a man. It doubled as a shower as well. Had
there been more time he would have used the spa.

After a minute or two, Dyani joined him. Will held his hand
and helped him safely down the three steps.

"Feel better?"

"A bit," Dyani admitted.

He sat down and leaned back under the water. He closed his
eyes as water cascaded over him. When he was soaked he pushed
sodden dark hair back from his forehead and straightened his
legs out.

"Your bath's really cool, Sil."

"Thanks. So are you."

Grinning at each other. Both looking at each other's groin
before the rising water covered one of them. The contrast
between man and boy could not be more apparent.

"My dad has a whole lot more hair," Dyani observed candidly.
He seemed to find that amusing, smirking at Will as if there
was a private joke that only he appreciated.

Will shrugged. Like a lot of men who had sex with boys, he
kept his pubic hair trimmed back. It was never longer than an
inch and usually half of that, especially around his cock. It
was no secret that boys liked it more that way, especially
when they came to have oral sex. No hairs to get in the
mouth, or at least not as much hair. For the same reason, his
balls were shaved every other day. Some boys, Draven and
Connor in particular, were even willing to suck his balls the
same way that he did to them. It was one of life's special
pleasures watching little lips and tongues at work on a man's
balls. It was almost as good as seeing a little boy's mouth
stretched wide open, his cheek bulging obscenely out until
he learned to take it down his throat.

"You made a mess in me," Dyani said scornfully.

"Probably. Hey, it's not my fault you got it in the ass, you
know Movie Brat. You started it."

Dyani giggled and splashed water at Will. "Not the second
time, I didn't. You fucked me while I was still asleep."

He pretended to cover his mouth in shock at saying the 'f'
word. Will acted surprised too, then they both laughed. No
shame between them. Accepting what they did by making fun of
it. Still, Will made a point of using the `f' word again
himself to show that there was nothing wrong with saying it.
Driving the point home with a laugh. Sex was funny, no doubt
about it. Being fucked was nothing for a boy to be ashamed
about. Much better for him to laugh about it.

"Yeah, I did, didn't I? But you fucked me first. And you did
it while I was asleep, so I guess that makes us even, huh."

"Except I didn't do it to you, did I?  It's my ass that's
drooling stuff everywhere."

Will chuckled, picking up the soap. He couldn't argue with
the truth. He took hold of Dyani's right foot and lifted his
lean leg up out of the water. He began to work up a lather.
Entrancing limb. He could hold it all day. Slick and smooth
to touch. Running his hands from bony ankle to slender upper
thigh sliding his fingers over the curve of the buttocks
before he had to stop. Then, the other leg.

"Okay, up and kneel, Movie Brat," Will ordered. "I'll wash
your front first."

He started at Dyani's shoulders, massaging and lathering his
way down the slim body, washing under skinny arms, slapping
the flat belly before moving on to the compact groin. Lots of
soap, white foam everywhere, giving special attention to
that most important of places. Playfully pulling out on the
limp boy-dick. Making it longer and thinner, but it was still
shorter than Draven's three-and-a-bit inches of boy-dick. A
lot shorter. Not even half the size. Fiddling with it, trying
to see how big it got when it was erect. Dyani wasn't in the
mood. Laughing and wriggling. Using his thumb and forefinger
to agitate the tip. Lots of excess skin around the head
because there was nowhere else for it to go. Exploring the
fold of skin that encircled the base. The only explanation
was the residual labia of the other sex. Wondering how much
Dyani knew about the first few months he spent inside his
mother's womb and how those little pills his mother took had
affected his life.

"I think I got most of it out," Dyani announced when Will
moved to wash his back and bottom.

He sounded uncertain, as if he wasn't at all certain about
having Will touch his bottom again. Not even after what
they'd done in the bed. Twice that morning. Sitting down on
Will's huge cock. Inhibited, bashful boy, being cautious,
showing some restraint, spontaneity gone, if only for a
while.

"Then I won't need to give you an enema, will I?" Will said,
lightly slapping the nicely rounded cheeks, then giving a
playful squeeze.

"No way, Jose."

Grinning shamelessly, because he knew what an enema was, and
even if he didn't like it, he wouldn't have minded if Will
suggested doing it to him. He had let Alex do that to him
once, using a half-inch thick piece of plastic hose they
found in the garage and water from the bathroom basin. Using
soap to slide a few inches of it inside his bottom,  then the
luke warm water flowed. He had to hold it in for a few
minutes, and then it poured out again. Just one time he had
flushed out his bowels so he wouldn't make a mess in Alex's
bed. It was the only time he slept across the street. He
wouldn't do it after that.

For good measure, Will worked the bar of soap back and forth
along Dyani's crack, making sure to get the short edge into
the still dilated opening. Then, dropping the soap into the
bath, he went to work with his fingers, two of them pressed
together, inserting them into the weakened soapy opening far
enough that they became tight. Dyani giggled and jerked away
so that Will's fingers pulled out.

"Did that hurt?" Will asked quickly.

It had been so easy, so loose and slippery that he doubted
whether Dyani felt anything except pleasure.

"Nope." Still giggling, shaking his head.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing. I just don't want your finger in my butt right
now." Dyani stood up, rivulets of water dribbling down his
hairless legs.

"Why?"

"Because we're taking turns and now I get to wash you."

"Okay."  Will almost shouted.

Lots of times he'd played in the bath with Draven. Washing
each other. Fondling dicks and balls, sticking fingers into
holes. Slippery, slick with soap. Not always after sex,
sometimes before sex too. Being equals. Having fun together.
That was part of loving boys.

"Only I'm not doing your butt. You'll have to do that
yourself," Dyani insisted gleefully. He turned serious for a
moment before he snickered. "I might do him, but I'm not
sure," he added, pointing at Will's floppy cock. "I'll have
to think about it."

Serious again. Expression stern, then an instant later,
giggling like a ten-year-old boy. Dyani took up position
beside Will, kneeling in the water so that he could reach.
Will was happy. Being bathed by a naked giggly boy,
exploring, having fun. Getting soap everywhere. Little
fingers playfully pulling on his under arm hair. Pinching
his nipples. Shameless sexy boy, bent on delight and torment
and doing what boys were best at. Having fun. At the end, he
gave Will's cock and balls a very cursory wash, nothing like
the intimate soaping that Will had given his. But young boys
were like that. Ephemeral creatures on the way to growing up.
Short attention span. Not all that aware of someone else's
pleasure. Besides, by then, prune-skinned Dyani was in a
hurry to get out of the bath, unlike Will who would have
liked to stay there forever.

"Why don't you have hair down there?" Dyani demanded.

He pointed down. Wrapped up in one of Will's thick fluffy
towels, no longer naked to the world. Will finished drying
his hair and stepped back.

"I do."

"No you don't! Men have hair on their balls."

Giggling, pointing, staring. Will smiled and began to dry
himself.

"Would you like me more if I was covered in hair like your
dad?"

Dyani pursed his lips thoughtfully. "Did you shave it off or
something?"

"Something," Will admitted bemusedly.

Yet, funny as it was, he didn't want to explain why he
trimmed his pubic bush and shaved his balls every other day.
To do so would entail telling Dyani that he had sex with
other boys, and they preferred not to get hair in their
mouths when they sucked his cock.

 "Let's see if we can find you something to wear to
breakfast. We'll get your clothes out of the car later on."

He directed Dyani into the adjoining room, an open closet on
both sides. There, he quickly found a small bath-robe for him
to wear. It had been sold in a woman's clothing store,
although a woman had never worn it. Luxurious black satin
that barely covered the upper thighs. Open in the front in a
deep 'v'. It was ideal for a sexy boy. Dyani smirked and put
it on as Will found his favorite pair of swim shorts and a
tee-shirt and wondered what Cynthia would say when she saw
her son at the breakfast table.




Author's Note for this chapter.

The numbers of boys born with genital defects more than
tripled in the United States between 1970 and 2003. The cause
of these defects is an insufficient surge of testosterone 9
to 12 weeks after conception, a period when the genitals of
the fetus are being formed. Testosterone is crucial to the
development of male genitals, particularly as they morph
from their female origins. Testosterone deficiency is often
caused by the high level of residual androgen from birth
control pills. Taking the pill during the first trimester of
pregnancy has been linked to a variety of defects including
micro-penis and malformed testicles.