Date: Mon, 22 Mar 2004 11:52:13 -0800 (PST) From: Ganymede Subject: Movie Brat Chapter 8 WARNING: This story contains descriptions of sexual acts involving a man and a MINOR boy. Such descriptions are an integral part of the story. While the story may appeal to prurient interests, it is intended to have serious literary value. As a friend recently said: "Everyone has the right to fantasy. No one has the right to censor an imagination, or dreams." With that in mind, know that this story is not true! Further, it is not intended to promote illegal acts against minors, but to demonstrate that men and boys can love each other despite the prevalent attitudes of western society. It is my goal to help readers appreciate that love. The sexual acts described in the story are the result of my imagination. I have not performed these acts, and I do not encourage others to perform them with minors. 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Reference is also made in context to movies, characters, and actors that have become part of modern western culture. No other implication about the true sexuality of the people mentioned or their private lives is intended. All copyrights and trademarks belong to the holders. Now that the preliminaries are out of the way..... THE NIFTY ARCHIVE: The Nifty Archive needs your support. If you enjoy reading this story, please remember that it is available only because of the Nifty Archive. Instructions are provided on the Nifty home page for how to provide support. Movie Brat, by Ganymede Chapter 8. "... Let's keep the music coming on Mix-it-up radio, right here at 106.5. Playing the all of the best and a few of the rest. Hey, Hollywood guys I'm think turning into a poet. The traffic's running great so far. There's no big problems until you get downtown and those should clear up soon. Today's high will be 85, and the surf's about as good as it's going to get, so look for traffic into the beaches to be crawling as we get past the noon hour. It's double jeopardy day. Keep it tuned to 106.5, because we have back-to-back hit singles going down..." "Okay, it's a sixties TV show. It's about two boys who live in Coral Key Park in Florida. Dad's a park ranger. Actually, unless I'm mistaken it ran from 1964 to,... I think it went for three seasons, so that would be '67," Will said. "Hm,... I don't know. That could be anything at all. Give us another clue," Dyani demanded. Not spoiled, but like any boy his age, he was always wanting more information than Will was prepared to give away. Delightful treble boy voice with intonation and diction like an actor who spent most of his life on stage. Was he falling in love or in love with the idea of being in love with a boy? There was no way to tell. Pushing the question aside because the complication was more than he could deal with and still play the TV show game. "Hm,... Okay,... Here's one. They were always getting into trouble on the water." "That's like that real helpful, Sil." It amused Will whenever Dyani resorted to the idiom of youth. Sexy boy voice, teasing him, probably even without meaning to. Glancing up in the rear vision mirror once again, catching those dark boy-eyes, trying to stay calm and not collide with the cars on either side. It was hard to drive the Hummer beast with a beautiful boy sitting in the seat behind him. "It is actually. Okay, Dyani, here comes another hint. Get ready for it. One of the boy's names was,..." Pregnant pause. "Bud,... and the other was Sandy." "No idea. Another clue, please Sil? And like could it be something useful this time." Will laughed, enjoying the repartee. Dyani had a great sense of humor. He liked that in a boy. It was essential as far as he was concerned, especially if a boy was going to make it to the top in Hollywood. Will appreciated the change in their relationship, but it was not all that surprising, not when he thought about what had happened earlier that morning. Sticking a boy in the ass made all the difference in the world when it came to sharing what was important. They were coming closer together because of it. That's what it was that made life worth the living, joining physically and emotionally. And it all happened at the same time, just from sticking a cock between a boy's cheeks. Thinking of Dyani crouching on top of him, small feet tucked in behind his thighs for extra leverage, gasping, grinning, trying to hold off the inevitable orgasm. And Will, using his thumbs to hold Dyani's hips steady, his fingers spread out to capture Dyani's butt-cheeks and keep them wide apart because even that was too much stimulation when a tight little ass was squeezing hard. And now Dyani was testing his wings again, responding to him with a lot more than three days of familiarity. Sex made that transformation happen. Finally getting ready to fly higher, becoming best buddies with a man who was old enough to be his father. Having fun together. Hard to believe they'd fucked twice already. "Next clue coming right up, movie-brat. The star of the show was almost as good a swimmer as you are," Will offered gratuitously, he thought. "Huh?" That stumped him as well, just as Will expected it to. There was no way that Dyani would get the answer unless he stumbled on it by accident or it was handed to him on a platter. "He had a great dolphin kick just like you do," Will added frivolously. "Of course, that's what it is. I should have guessed. It's Flipper," Cynthia laughed from the passenger seat. Will nodded energetically. "You got it, Cynthia." "Flipper?" "That was the name of the dolphin," Will explained. "Flipper?" Dynai exclaimed. "I never heard of it." Will laughed, thinking of all the fifties and sixties television shows he could have asked. 77 Sunset Strip, Branded, Daniel Boone, F-Troop,Howdy Doody, Leave It to Beaver, Many Loves of Dobie Gillis, Mr. Ed, Munsters, Petticoat Junction; endless shows that were unknown by anyone born afterwards. "Your turn, Cynthia," Will said, dismissing Dyani's complaint. He glanced into the rear vision mirror, catching Dyani's eyes. Grinning boy, sitting up in the comfortable leather seats of the Hummer like he belonged there. White Bucky Beaver teeth prominent in front. He'd grow out of that soon enough when the rest of his mouth caught up. Perfect lips. That boy knew how to give wonderful, unforgettable kisses. He'd have to make sure that Dyani knew to kept his teeth out of the way when he sucked on Will's cock. It wouldn't be long either. At least, there wouldn't be metal getting in the way. "I have one, only I'm not sure when it was on," Cynthia said. "Just try to be close, Mom." Will nearly laughed. Dreaming of Dyani crouching over him, or better yet, kneeling for the holy tool, sweet boy mouth stretched wide open, little pink tongue pushed halfway down his throat. With practice, even deep throating him, as only a few boys could. Like Connor. Fuck, that boy could suck. Will grinned. What did Gary call him? The hottest hoover-mouth in town? It didn't leave much to the imagination. An exaggeration to be sure, because Draven sucked cock even better, but it wasn't all that far off the truth. Another year or two and Connor would be hard to beat. "It's about men on a cattle drive. I think it was the sixties too." It was the sixties, early sixties, although the first episode aired in 1959. Billy Sterling had a bit part at the end of six years, playing a survivor of an Indian raid. "I've always favored the idea of being a cow-boy myself," Will suggested. The emphasis on `favored' was unmistakable. Trying to give clues to Dyani so that he would win one for a change. Gil Favor, head of the cattle drivers. The show was Rawhide. But how to tell Dyani? "I think my butt would be raw if I had to sit on a horse all day," Will added, again emphasizing unnecessarily, this time the word `raw'. "Next clue, Mom," Dyani instructed impatiently. "He's got a tough hide for a ten-year-old, hasn't he Cynthia?" Will joked. "Of course, if I sat on a horse all day I'd have a raw hide." `Hide', then `raw hide,' unmistakable stress. "Rawhide," Dyani screeched. "Rawhide! That's it, isn't it Mom? I got it with only one clue too." "Yes you did, sweetie, even if Will cheated." "Did not!" Dyani snorted. "Well, a raw hide, is what you're going to have when I reach back there and give you a few whacks on your butt," Cynthia rebuked. She smiled at Will, glad that he had given Dyani a chance to win. "My turn now." Dyani announced gleefully. "Okay, I've got one. It's a show from the nineties and ,...." He stopped to think. The trick lay in giving just information that it raised still more possibilities. "Okay, it's like about this family." "That's helpful." Will couldn't help laughing as he mocked Dyani. "Next clue, please." "Okay, and there's this guy who,..." Dyani stopped. He had almost given the game away by saying `lived behind a fence'. "Who knows a lot about everything," he said instead. "Too easy, honey. It's Home Improvement," Cynthia answered. "It's his favorite show," she explained to Will. "Mine too," Will answered. Thinking of one of his favorite boys who seemed to take forever to get through his teenage years, and it was still too quick. "You won so now it's your turn, Mom," Dyani said moodily. "We'll play again in a while, sweetie. I need to talk to Mr. Sterling about something for a few minutes. Why don't you put your headphones on and play your Game Boy for a while?" Then, Cynthia glanced over her shoulder to make sure that Dyani got the point that he wasn't supposed to hear what she was going to say. She nodded reassuringly, because with headphones on he probably couldn't hear, and then turned back to look across at Will. "Thank you, Will." Will raised an eyebrow at her tone. Appreciation sincerely manifested. He understood why it went so much further. She was thinking of her husband. "I think I should be the one who's thanking you," he answered simply. She shook her head slowly, reflecting before she spoke. "I haven't seen Dy this happy in a long time." "At his age, life should be all about having fun," Will said quietly. "They turn into teenagers so quickly, and then the problems really start. For kid-actors especially, it's a very stressful life. It's very important that they relax whenever they can." "Well, he's certainly relaxing around you. How on earth did you get him to wear that robe to breakfast? I've seen ones just like it at Victoria's Secret." Will smiled. "It was either that or his dirty clothes." "Just hearing him giggle,....Will. I know I've made the right decision, robe or no robe. It's been so long since he's been truly happy. With Jeff around, he's also so nervous. He barely talks because if he says something wrong, he'll hear about it for days." "That's too bad," Will agreed. "I've always said that you have to give a boy a lot of slack so he can be himself. If he goes too far, you probably need to give him more slack instead of pulling him back, sort of like steering into a skid rather than hitting the brakes." She smiled. Sat back and watched the traffic for a while. The Hummer provided a vantage point that was more like sitting in a truck than a car. Enjoying the lingering new car smell as well. Thought about her life back in Indianapolis. About Jeff and the other two kids who needed her as much as Dyani. If Jeff wouldn't move to L.A., she'd have to go back to them eventually. What about Dyani then? There was so much to talk about, but she was not at all sure how to do it. "Was it,... good?-" The words burst free. "I mean,...I don't mean to,... invade your privacy, but I have to know," she explained quietly, knowing she had no right to ask, but doing so anyway, because she had to know. She had to know because so much depended on the answer. Will smiled. They managed to make it through breakfast without her asking. He shrugged it off with nothing more than an appreciative smile. If she couldn't tell from that, he wasn't about to put it into words, although if Dyani told her what happened, so much the better. She might as well get used to the idea that her son enjoyed having sex with him. "I know I shouldn't ask..." Cynthia sighed. "He's gay, isn't he Will?" That was what she really wanted to know. Was Dyani gay? Hell, yes! Will nodded, glancing into the rear-vision mirror to make sure that Dyani wasn't tuned in to the conversation. It wouldn't be the first time that a boy turned the volume down on his headset and pretended not to be listening to what was being said. "I'm not surprised. It's my fault, too." Will looked away from the road, meeting her eyes for a few long moments. "Cynthia, the pill has nothing to do with a boy being gay. At least not as far as I'm aware," he said categorically. Simple undeniable fact. "I know that, Will." Cynthia passed her fingers back through her hair. "When Dy was seven, nearly eight, he was given testosterone injections to try to make him,... you know,...bigger,..." She managed a weak smile. "I think it helped a little bit. It wasn't for very long, just a year,... fourteen months,... otherwise he might have started puberty much sooner than he should have,... and we didn't want that. Anyway I think what Dy did with Alex,... I'm sure it was more than the one time,... well, it was because of that. The doctor said it might, well,... the hormones would affect him." "Maybe," Will ventured. "He was always getting erections, poor thing. He could keep his hands off himself. It made his father so angry because he was always playing with it." He couldn't help but wonder whether she was right. Dyani getting laid, having sex at such a young age because he was a seven-year-old boy with testosterone to spare. Imagining what happened, because he really didn't know. Envious of lucky Alex while thinking it was probably the best thing that could have happened to Dyani. It made his task just so much easier. It always depended on being at the right place at the right time. "Of course, a lot of boys start playing around at that age," Will offered. Normally, he drew the line at telling others about his boys and what they did with men. "Actually, one of the boys Dyani met at the pool party has been sexually active since he was six years old." "Six?" Cynthia snickered. "He's eight now, but he's as horny as a teenage boy." "Oh my!" "Oh my, is right on the money, Cynthia. Apparently, he started getting interested in older men when he was five, at least according to his mother," Will confirmed. "So like what are you guys talking about?" Dyani suddenly piped in from the back seat. Will checked the rear vision mirror again. Dyani had his headset off and hanging around his neck. He couldn't hear more than an occasional squeak and whine, although he was still energetically manipulating the Game Boy controls. Will wasn't surprised. Most ten-year-old boys could play for hours with their eyes closed. It was as if they were genetically predisposed to having something moving and vibrating in their hands. Maybe that was why they liked to hold dicks? Will nearly laughed. He'd never quite thought of it like that. Did it improve a boy's ability to fondle and manipulate? Looking into mirror one more time as he thought about. Meeting eyes again. Goddamned beautiful boy, always querying with his eyes. "Sex, if you must know," Will admitted. It was followed by a smile exchanged with Dyani's mother. "You didn't tell her what we did, did you?" Dyani snapped. "Tell her what?" Will asked innocently. "That we took a bath together?" Cynthia laughed. "He's such a baby, isn't he? As if it matters what he did this morning is so important that we'd still be talking about it! Don't be silly, sweetie, I'm not going to pry into your sex life. If you don't want me to know, that's perfectly okay with me." "Mom!" Dyani whined. Will and Cynthia laughed together. "Just so you know Dy, I don't care what you do with Will as long as you both have fun," Cynthia teased. "Well, we certainly had fun in the bath this morning, didn't we babe?" Will laughed to cover up his tracks. "Hey, you didn't tell me how the karate class went." "It was okay," Dyani answered. "It looks easy until you try to do it. Draven's really good at it." "He's a black belt or something by now, I suppose?" "He wishes," Dyani giggled. "He's a red belt." It was sounded impressive. "Still? I'm sure he was a red belt a few months ago," Will said. It was more like four months ago when he picked Draven up after class and took him to his house in Brentwood Hills. Sexy boy, dressed all in black with that bright red belt tied around his waist, running into Will's bedroom after dinner. There was a decided advantage when a boy was dressed in loose clothes. There was lots of room for a boy to move around. So easy to get off as well, so easy to slip a hand in front, or better yet, behind. Lots of room to finger a willing hole and get it ready without needing to be naked. Draven's unwanted clothes quickly dropping on the floor, giggling as they got into position. Doggy-style, like nine times out of ten. Sticking it into Draven's butt in a couple of pushes, going in fast and deep before he had a chance to tighten up again. Then, pumping him hard. Taking him that way, almost angrily, because that was how they both liked it. Better too, because the muscle worked all the way along his dick. As good as it was, it had been a lot more fun fucking Dyani that morning. Those two times inside Dyani were better than all the days and nights he spent in Draven's little butt, but he'd never admit it. "He's getting ready to take the next test," Dyani explained. Will nodded, still thinking of Draven running around naked, doing pretend karate chops on Will's body, then wrestling until he submitted and let Will get on top for round two. Sex with Draven was good, but Dyani was better, even though Will wasn't sure why. "Is it okay if I keep going to class?" Dyani asked awkwardly. "Master Kim Sukiya said the first lesson was free, but if I go again,... um, it's fifty dollars. That's for two times a week. Fifty bucks! Man. it's way too much. I mean, fifty bucks for three hours. Draven acted like it's nothing at all. He's crazy. He said gets fifty bucks a week for pocket money too, can you believe it?" Hesitating. Reluctant to ask for money. Everything was expensive in L.A., but karate lessons with a grand master were so far out of his mother's league it didn't bear asking about. Will made him wait a moment before he gave the surprise. "Don't worry about it, Babe. I've already paid for you through next month. I wanted to make sure you liked it before I signed you up for more." "You did?" Will watched Dyani grin in the rear vision mirror. It was always a special pleasure to see him happy. He smiled and caught Dyani's eye. Imaging Dyani wearing a black do-bok. Slender sexy boy. Imaging Dyani taking it off, with his help, of course. Revealing him a piece at time. No need to rush. Stripping a boy was a large part of the fun. Pale skinned boy getting as hard and horny as a boy could be as his clothes came off and ended up on the floor. "Yes. I'm going to give you fifty bucks a week for pocket money too, since it seems to be the going rate for a boy your age. Of course it comes with a price," Will teased. He waited again, watching Dyani take it all in, saw him wondering what the price was, thinking it was probably more sex, which wasn't a surprise. A sideways glimpse at Cynthia. She expected something sexy too. Maybe a daily butt-fuck or two, but after that morning Will knew he'd get that anyway, without spending any money. "You have to practice karate for at least half an hour every day," he added. "That's all?" Cynthia interjected. She didn't sound particularly enthusiastic about Will giving her son money for that, in order to have sex with him. "That's all," Will confirmed. "There's no strings attached, other than that," he stressed. "Except when you go back to school, and then I'll expect to see your homework completed and without any mistakes before you practice." Every boy needed rules to live by. Achievement was a matter of setting standards for oneself. "Can I spend all of it?" Dyani asked. He sounded hopeful of the answer. Will laughed as he stopped at the next intersection. He looked around to get his bearings. "It's up to you, Babe. You don't save it unless you want to. It's your money. Actually, I expect you'll want to save some of it for things like presents for your family, or the other stuff you want." Dyani grinned again. "Cool. Hey Sil?" "Yeah babe?" Will turned around to look over the back of his seat. Dyani gave him the look with eyebrows raised to show off his big dark eyes. Making major eye contact. The look of lust from a ten-year-old boy! It would have been amusing if it wasn't so sexy. Both of them smiled. "Thank you," Dyani said. He meant it too. He'd thank Will in his own very special way just as soon as he got the chance, but they needed to be alone for that. Dyani went back to playing his Game Boy, leaving Will with a funny feeling. His protective instinct was coming to the forefront. Wanting to make Dyani happy almost more than he could stand, thinking about increasing the allowance to sixty dollars. It was very easy to spare the rod and spoil a boy. Of course, the only problem with that was that he hadn't spared the rod that morning. Without doubt, it was the tightest ass Will Sterling had ever enjoyed. Vise tight. If felt like his dick was a cork inside a champagne bottle. He dreamed about that for the next ten minutes. "So Cynthia, what do you want to do?" Will asked. Over the years, only a few of his clients had not made it to the beach with Will. It was part of the `bonding', as Will thought of it. Getting to know the boy in a non-professional situation, because being friends was usually the fastest way into his pants. He always invited the family along too, making the extra effort until the parents were comfortable with him being around their son. Of course, it wasn't always that way. Draven, the little hottie until a few months ago, was his from the start, but Will still went out of his way to build the relationship with his uncaring mother. It was much the same with Dyani, although his mother was openly indulging her offspring's inclinations. For the present, Dyani's sexual favors were intended entirely for the benefit of Will Sterling. She knew they were getting it off. Still, he gave her a choice. "You could come to the beach with us if you wanted, or I could drop you off at the shopping area. There's Santa Monica Place. It's cool. Actually, there's 4th Street just up ahead. I can let you out on the corner of Broadway if you want. We could meet you on the pier for lunch at say one o'clock or so. It's about three blocks." "Whatever works best for you. You know, I'm always happy shopping," Cynthia said with a laugh. Laughing, giving permission for Will to spend a few hours alone with Dyani without even thinking about it. Not worrying one iota, because if she was like that, she wouldn't have allowed her son to spend the night in Will's bedroom. Open-minded. So open-minded she was pushing them together. Will was rich and good-looking, and he alone could make Dyani's career happen. Will turned onto 4th Street from Santa Monica Boulevard, then took the next left onto Broadway. He pulled in and parked, still a few feet off the curb. Cars in the near-side lane had to almost veer into the next lane to get past, but no one was going to argue with a Hummer. It was a different matter driving the Ferrari. "Do you need some money?" Will offered as Cynthia opened her door. "Oh dear! I hadn't thought about that. My credit cards are awfully close to being maxed out,..." "Hey Dyani, you got some money back there?" Will joked. "Nope. I'm flat broke, until you give me my fifty bucks a week that is," Dyani giggled. "Oh well, so much for that idea. It's not a problem, Cynthia. I'll let you have one of my credit cards. I think that would best until we get something set up for Dyani. Just sign it as Cynthia Sterling and no one will care." Will delved into his pocket and retrieved his wallet. Quid pro quo time, and both of them knew it. Dyani was oblivious to being traded. He was too fascinated by the wild side of L.A. Santa Monica was a different part of the world. A minute later, Cynthia was gone with instructions to meet them at the Pier for lunch and they were on the way to the beach. On the long drive down from Brentwood Hills , Will had planned out what he was going to do with Dyani. They would surf for a couple of hours, then meet his mother for a late lunch, then spend the rest of the afternoon on the pier, because there was a lot to do there when there was a ten- year-old boy along for the ride. Then, ice-cream before heading back to Brentwood Hills for another barbecue and some quality time with Dyani in the pool, maybe swimming with the 'pool lights off', which was Will's euphemism for getting naked with a boy. The first thing to do was to find a parking place off Palisades Beach Road, but will had never seen it so crowded. At that time of day, late on a Saturday morning, it was like looking for a needle in the proverbial haystack, especially when he reached the bluffs where celebrity houses lined both sides of the road. He cruised north until he was a several miles from the pier. Even then, there was an endless wall of fences and no parking signs on both sides. He thought about going back a block or two and looking up a few old friends, or even calling Joey Carpenter's parents on his cellphone. They had a beach-side house not far from 705, the mansion where Douglas Fairbanks lived with Mary Pickford. The only problem with that would be talking with Joey's mom about her son moving in with Aaron Brown. Instead, he opted for a public parking lot. In particular, Lot 8. It had once been an exclusive private beach club. The Sand & Sea Club was now open to the public. He drove down row after row of cars, but everywhere seemed to be taken. Then, finally a parking space opened up when he was only a few car lengths away, and he homed in on it. "Man, I was starting to think we'd have to park in the next county," Will joked. He skewed in his seat. "How are you doing back there, D-man?" "I'm fine," Dyani grinned back him. There was a glimpse of the surf in the distance, which was more than enough to keep him happy. That beaming boy-smile got Will hard in seconds. He kept looking at Dyani, struck by his perfect lips and Bucky Beaver teeth in front. All he could think about was how it felt to kiss those lips, wet them with his tongue and nibble and suck until Dyani was breathless and as horny as he was. They gazed at each other. "I can't believe I'm really going surfing." Big grin from ear to ear, showing off his teeth. Dark eyes flashing, full of boyish mischief and something else that made Will keep looking at him. Magnetic eyes, luring him on. Shameless eyes that got Will dreaming about their morning fun. Damn but he was as hard as a fucking rock between his legs. He would have given anything to stick it the movie brat again. From the way that Dyani looked at him, he was ready for another fuck as well. How was he going to survive? Rather than dwell on it, because he couldn't get off, not there in Lot 8 anyway, Will got out of the car. By the time he reached the back of the Hummer, Dyani was already waiting for him. He was in the process of taking off his shirt. It was a dark blue short- sleeved shirt with a hotrod in blazing flames plastered all around it. Burning hot boy, stripping his gorgeous body right there in front of Will. Looking up at Will, his eyes lit up with the sheer thrill of going surfing for the first time. His smooth pale form was dressed only in leather sandals and bright-red, brand-new Tommy swim shorts. They hung low, two or three inches below his betty button. Loose on his legs too, bulging over his bottom, and creasing slightly where they covered Dyani's crotch. Dyani didn't say a word for those few seconds that Will was raptured. It wasn't even a word, at least not a verb, but Dyani was posed like a $5000-an-hour model up against the bright yellow Hummer. Will drooled and wished he'd brought his camera, or better yet, a professional photographer. He couldn't help but glance down. His cock looked like a log stuffed down the leg of his swim shorts. When he looked up, Dyani smirked expressively sending signals with his eyes. With his mother out of the way, he was ready to play. "Well, get your boogie board out Movie Brat and lets get going," Will managed to say. The surf was up, with long waves of Pacific blue water coming ashore for as far as the eye could see. Dyani was awed as he looked around, taking in the throng of people as they made their way further up the beach. There were lots of women dressed in skimpy thongs, bikinis that never would have been seen at any pool he'd been to. A few times, his eyes drifted to hunky men whose social contribution consisted of `looking good'. Some of them might have been gay, but even those who weren't probably gave the tousled-headed boy in the yellow swim-shorts a second glance. If Dyani noticed, he didn't show it. His attention was on the beckoning surf, watching waves pounding on the beach, and the surfers riding boards. Will's eyes were designated for other things as well. Beautiful Californian boys were everywhere. Suntanned golden boys. He sought them out wherever he went, appraising on the fly like the expert he was. Some of them had what it took, but they all paled beside Dyani Deere. He didn't have much of a sun tan, but he was movie-star cute. He had what it took, and he was sexy to boot. Dyani, walking right there beside him, head swiveling around, stopping to take off his sandals and feel the sand between his toes. For the present, and maybe longer, the boy of his dreams belonged to Will Sterling. Dyani grinned and giggled and tried to carry his 39 inch grom-sized boogie board like a pro when they entered the water He was awkward in the surf, at least for a while until he got the hang of it. Will deliberately chose an area of the beach where the breakers were smaller. It was also less crowded, not that there was any problem spotting Dyani's yellow board and red swim shorts. Swimming in four-foot waves was a lot more difficult than a 25-yard pool. Dyani was a strong swimmer, so Will had no fear of him drowning, but his eyes never left for more than a moment. Will was as good a teacher as a boy could have for Elementary Surfing, as well he should have been with a couple of BZ boards permanently living in the back of the Hummer, but if Dyani graduated from a body board to a real surfboard, he'd have to get lessons from a professional. Will taught the boogie board basics and then let Dyani learn by doing. There was no better way for a boy to learn than by pushing himself just a little bit further every time. They worked their way out, away from the shore, into bigger waves. Will had been surfing since he was a boy himself, and he still got a thrill from riding a wave. There was a permanent grin plastered over Dyani's face, salt water streaming from his hair, hands gripping the sides of his boogie board as they rushed side by side towards the beach, or paddled back out to find another wave. Only once did Will panic and that was when Dyani was flipped and pushed completely under. Then, for a few awful seconds Will couldn't see more than the boogie board flipping high in the air and the tether disappearing into the foam. However, Movie Brat emerged, safe and sound like the thousands of other ten-year-old boys who surfed Santa Monica beach that day, shrieking with glee from his near brush with drowning. He laughed at Will, raising his arm in the air triumphantly. Will laughed as well and wondered how he would ever survive if Dyani wasn't around. Another time their boards became tangled and Will had to take off his wrist band to get the tethers untwisted. Then, while the freed boogie boards tugged impatiently at them, Dyani hugged him. Pushed up against Will for full body contact and put his slender arms around Will's back and hugged. There were deep-down feelings for both of them, strangely unsettling in a way, but neither got the same skin-on-skin thrill as earlier that morning. Backing away. Both aware of something more than fondness was rearing up between them. It was soon after that when Will decided that they needed a break. They lay down on the beach towels that Will had carried from the parking lot, along with some Perrier water. Towels placed side by side, like any father and son. The last thing that Dyani wanted to do was lie in the sun. So Will lay face down, watching side-on as Dyani excavated tunnels and built clumsy sand castles. Playful boy, enjoying life to the fullest by just being a kid. No movie-brat stress yet. That very same boy who he'd fucked in the butt only a few hours earlier. He'd taken Dyani's virginity along the way too, because as far as Will was concerned, boys didn't count when it came to sex. Actually, Dyani had taken his own virginity, Will reflected. Fucked himself down onto Will's huge dick. Got it all the way in before Will woke up. What a way to wake up? No boy had ever done that to Will Sterling. And it wasn't just lust. The hug in the surf proved that. Then, when Will was afraid that Dyani was going to be sunburned, it was back in the surf for a quick review of the day's lessons. Dyani had a dozen good rides before he admitted he was getting the hang of it. All too soon it was time to leave because Will, in his rush to leave had forgotten the sun tan lotion and the last thing he wanted was a red-skinned boy. He made Dyani put a towel over his fleshy pink shoulders while they walked back to the Hummer. With the towels spread out on the seats to keep the sand and water off the leather upholstery, they climbed into the oversized car. "The only problem is finding somewhere to change," Will remarked with difficulty. He was trying hard to keep his voice steady. It might have been the hardest thing he'd ever done because he knew what came next. "We passed a restroom about a mile back I think," he added. There was a public changing room and showers at the far side of the parking lot, but Will had no intention of using it. Dyani kept grinning. It had been non-stop for nigh on three hours. Then, he glanced out the dark-tinted window. From the inside of the Hummer it was like looking through obsidian. From the outside, inside the Hummer was as private as a chauffeured limousine. "You know, we could get changed in here, Sil, and no one would see us," he suggested mischievously. Will was almost as surprised as he was excited. Most boys needed some coaxing to get naked in a car. Not Draven, needless to say, because Draven got naked whenever the opportunity arose. There was even a Mickey-D's where he had taken off his clothes. Back of the restaurant, in the restroom with the door locked, both rushing, Draven ripping off his tee-shirt while Will dragged his shorts down to his ankles. That qualified as being naked. He sucked Draven while he stood on the toilet seat. Precariously balanced. He stuck his finger up Draven's tight ass too, in order to get it over quicker. Too risky to do more. It took a few seconds for him to scramble from the driver's seat to join Dyani on the seats behind. There, breathless with excitement, Will thought of another boy. Draven, naked and horny as always, finding a way to fuck no matter what the situation was. Any number of times he'd fucked Draven right where Dyani was sitting. No only that, but they'd used the same towel that Dyani was sitting on to keep the mess from leaking onto the seat. Not that it was really messy, but there was usually a dribble or two that managed to escape. After spreading Will's towel out and with the doors securely closed again, they looked at each other. Lust was back in the driver's seat. Dyani pretending demure boy while he played at adult games. It was all in fun. His sensuous dark eyes were wide open and willing, his eyelids flickering. Neither of them said a word because words weren't needed. Not then. Dyani was bare from the waist up with a dozen skin-wrinkles where his belly button was. Smiling at each other. It was a reprise of waking up again, realizing again the powerful attraction between them. Then, Dyani pointed at Will's shoulder. It was a simple gesture that was greatly complicated by the `I want you' communicated by his eyes. It took a few seconds before Will turned his head and realized what Dyani was pointing at. There were people right outside the window, carrying bags on the trek down to the beach. A moment later they started to laugh. It was so delectably naughty that they couldn't stop laughing. "You first!" Will finally managed to get out. There were tears in his eyes. Dyani shook his head wildly. "No way, Jose. You do it." "Me? I'm the grown up so I get tell you what to do." They grinned at each other. "Together," Dyani suggested. "Deal," Will agreed. "On three." They counted together, going slowly because it took time to undo the cord at the front of Will's shorts. Dyani's shorts were secured with Velcro. He pulled it open slowly, giggling shamelessly because he knew exactly what he was doing. Three arrived and they simultaneously lifted up from the seat and yanked their still damp shorts down. All the way down. Neither stopped until they had their shorts in their hands. Then, they laughed again, holding up their trophies of modesty, or lack thereof. "So it's naked movie-brat time, huh?" Will observed breathily. Dyani smirked and nodded. His eyes were fixed on Will's middle section. He tried, but there was no hiding that he liked what he saw. "Uh huh," he added breathily. `Somewhere God screwed up'. That was Cynthia's explanation to her son. He couldn't help it. It wasn't his fault that he was attracted to guys. For more than a year Dyani had been showing more than a passing interest in grown-up parts. So, he feasted his eyes, trying to remember every wonderful detail of Will's body, but especially the man part of him. There, where his father was a mass of dark hair, Will wasn't furry at all. Of course, there was hair around his cock, but it was short. There was even less hair on Will's groin than what fourteen-year-old Alex had the last time that Dyani visited across the road. The lack of hair made Will's cock look strange to the curious boy. His balls, which were also huge, were smooth with a luster that made them seem polished. It was funny, almost. It made Will seem different, not a man like his father, but not like a boy either. It was very reassuring, which was precisely the effect that Will intended. And Will stared too, trying to get more than a glimpse of Dyani's tiny, but otherwise perfect parts. In an instant, it got hard like Will's cock, standing straight out, but there the similarity ended. The not-even-two-inch dick was noticeably smaller than what Draven had when he was limp, which wasn't often. Will could barely see Dyani's balls. Whether they were shriveled up from fear of undressing in a public place or spending so much time in the surf, it was impossible to tell. It was a teenie weenie, but Will didn't care. In fact, in the cavernous Hummer it seemed even smaller, even better than his first close-up look that morning. Then, Will thought about the last time that Draven was in his car. Same seat too, and only a mile or two away from where they were at that moment, but late at night. He had taken Draven to a party for the three glitterati Hollywood boys who had just landed the roles of kidnapped-by-aliens space adventurers in the soon-to-be-released Planet Uranus. The title made for a lot of dirty jokes, which were probably closer to the truth than most people realized. Draven took off his clothes before they were scarcely down the drive. Then, Will with one hand on the wheel, started searching frantically for a place to park where they wouldn't be disturbed. Fucking Draven's ass for half an hour without a break. He was on the edge the whole time. Draven's cock was as hard as nail, getting little-boy orgasms again and again, but Will was unsettled because someone might come along, so he couldn't quite get there. Grunting out their passion with his cock buried deep in Draven's slippery-slick anus. More Uranus jokes than he cared to remember. No wonder he preferred boys. Dyani stared at Will, watching the man's cock lift up and down, throbbing with desire, giving in to his own shameless yearning, responding to the ache inside him. Always there. Getting bigger and stiffer because of him. `God screwed up' running through his mind. 'Not his fault'. Needing to be touched and held and made love to, because that was who and what he was. Dyani Deere, a boy intended to be a partner for a man like Will Sterling. "Sil," Dyani breathed out. First names were comfortable now. There was no fear or shame. Licking his lips, breathing open-mouthed, twitching at the corners of his mouth, getting ready to kiss, or suck cock, or whatever Will wanted. "Yeah?" Dyani gave Will a `come-on' smile, meeting eyes. Ten-year- old boy-whore, trying to figure out what to do to get what he wanted. He was still afraid to ask outright. Itching behind. Empty feeling inside. Knowing how to get rid of it. Gazing back. "You know,... we probably shouldn't," Will muttered. Shouldn't what? But Dyani didn't say a word, not right away. He kept looking, eyes flicking up, then down, giving clues about what he had in mind, everything except turning around and demonstrating first hand. Will's cock was fully erect, primed and ready for boy. "After this morning,...." Will began. The thought petered out. What had he been going to say? Empty-headed, driven by lust. That, and the look on Dyani's face. "Are you going to fuck me?" Dyani asked breathily. His heart beat quickly. The `f' word came easily to him because that was what Alex called what he did to the much younger boy. Fuck! At the end, he made Dyani beg for it. Get down on his knees and plead to be fucked. It was the only word that Dyani knew to describe it, so he used it. Will smiled. It always thrilled him when boys said it. Wicked, depraved boys who weren't ashamed to say what they wanted him to do. "Is that what you want?" Will gushed. Dyani smiled vacuously. Then, he gave a small `not sure' shrug, but he didn't look away. "Okay,... Lie on your back," Will instructed huskily. Dyani inched across the seat and lay back. Without being told, he lifted his legs up to his chest and held there with his arms. Will gazed at boy ass. Twin small mounds that were targeted dead center with a red dot. He leaned closer, placing his hands on Dyani's thighs, fingertips pressing into the tendons behind his knees, moving them gently apart, until one leg was against the seat and the other leg was crooked at an angle and reaching almost to the back of the front passenger seat. Uninterrupted pre-teen view. Like that, Dyani had nothing to hide, not that there was much to hide anyway. If a person knew what to look for it was obvious that the boy had been fucked only a few hours ago. No pucker. Red rim. Dusky skin extending out for nearly an inch. Bruises would appear there by the next day. No more fucking for Dyani for a while, Will decided, not unless they wanted to make problems for themselves. Will leaned down and kissed slim smooth thighs, lingering on the baby-soft skin, edging closer to what was unprotected. Smooching unsuspecting boy-balls was one of his favorite things to do. He quickly pressed his lips onto Dyani's tiny walnut-balls. Licking, kissing, sucking, pulling out on the wrinkled hemisphere of tender skin and jelly-bean balls with his lips. Dyani gasped, jerked back, then hummed, not really believing that anything could feel so good, hoping that Will wouldn't bite him, because that would hurt! As soon as he began to relax, Will suckled down, slurping over the perineum area, getting closer and closer to boy-ass. Just a hint of salt. Perfectly clean, no smell at all. He kissed Dyani's anus, smooched wet and mushy right on top of it with his lips pushed forward so as to make maximum contact with the tender opening. Dyani twitched and wriggled, vibrating with delight, not trying to get away, not trying to do anything except enjoy himself. Will inhaled boy, burying his nostrils into Dyani's silky skin, nudging pitifully small balls to the sides, probing with his tongue to find the hole and make the surrounding area wet. Flicking it, then slobbering some more, then around and back and forth before forcing it inside with half-a-dozen sudden stabs, making Dyani groan and shudder with sensory excess. Dyani reached down and grasped Will's head. He hung on tightly, trying to regain control. The feelings from his bottom were totally wild. Unbelievable. Incredible. His insides were being sucked out his anus even as something was being pushed back in. He didn't believe that Will was really doing it despite the evidence of his eyes. Sil was doing something that Alex would never do, never in a million years, and it felt incredible. That slippery sliding tongue surged deeper and moved faster than seemed humanly possible. Dyani lay on the seat in a euphoric daze of lust, resisting the impulse to writhe and twist. One of Will's hands moved higher up Dyani's body. Adult fingers that had trained for years to give pleasure to a boy, knowing exactly where and how to touch. Nipples first, pinching gently to make them firm, then rubbing on the nubbins. Nubile boy, shaking uncontrollably, making little whimper sounds in the back of his throat, afraid that even the slightest sound would cause Will to stop. Will's hand moved from one flat breast to the other, back and forth, agitating pointed hard nipples until Dyani couldn't stand it and pleaded for him to stop. And all the while, Will devoured ass, getting it looser than he had ever dreamed possible. Once, months earlier, Will had referred to Draven as 'pedophile heaven', but that was before Dyani came into his life. There was simply no comparison, Will realized. Dyani was heaven, with a capital 'H'. He loved the faint musky smell, the somewhat acrid taste of bowels opened up, the lubricious saliva-slick flesh that smothered his face, the silky-soft balls that shrouded his nose, the stiff little dick that stabbed his cheek or bounced off his forehead. He got a finger inside as well, then two, and stuck his tongue in between them. He covered Dyani's gaping ass with his mouth and blew, then inhaled as the air gurgled out and Dyani struggled to stop from laughing. To make up for it, Will slid his finger in, taking advantage of the slippery mucous that had started to form. He got it all the way in without a struggle and kept it there, feeling Dyani squeezing down, tightening his abdominal muscles to pull it further into him. Will loved the feeling of wet, slick heat and the taut, flexing tube inside a boy. He licked Dyani's balls and sucked them into his mouth as his finger moved slowly in and out, not yet lifting up into the most sensitive place of all. Dyani groaned softly. There would be time for an orgasm, or two, before Will finished. Then, the urgent grip of a small hand on his shoulder, shaking him. The warning bell of imminent danger clanged loudly inside Will's head. He stopped and looked up. Dyani was frozen with fear, his head turned away, staring to the passenger side. Will followed his gaze. There was a policeman outside the Hummer, looking in through the side window. Will's head moved quickly down, pulling Dyani's head down with him. There was a chance that they would not be seen even if the policeman's interest was diverted to examine the rear seats. The backs of the two front seats offered some protection, but not nearly as much as Will would have liked. For the present, the cop seemed to be much more interested in the driver's controls and the luxurious front seats than the illicit sex only a few feet away. Silently, Will promised himself that he would trade the attention- getting bright-yellow Hummer for a boring white or metallic gray SUV. "Do you think he'll see us?" Dyani whispered. Even a whisper was too loud for Will. He shook his head, kept looking up. His neck hurt from the awkward angle, but he was too scared to move back and get a better view. His finger was still lodged up Dyani's ass, encased in molten flesh. The sphincter, as small as it was on a ten-year-old boy, was barely felt. It always amused Will that it could get so relaxed in just a matter of minutes. "It's got one of them GPS things too," the policeman said loudly. Will should have known that trouble traveled in pairs. "Figures. Probably some rich mother from the Hills owns it. He probably gets lost driving to the supermarket." Both cops laughed. Will craned his head around. There was another policeman, this time at the driver's side window. Both peering in now, looking at the fancy interior. He had never been so close to disaster, not even that time with seven-year-old Connor, when he got a blow-job in the Ferrari. And yet, as scared as Will was of being discovered, he couldn't help smile. Then, just as suddenly as he had become aware that was someone looking in the window, they left. Long seconds passed before Will was convinced that the police had moved on. Only then did he risk moving his finger around inside Dyani's ass again. He crooked his finger and lifted up into Dyani's lower belly, feeling for the little node that had to be there somewhere. Dyani gasped in a sudden intake of breath when Will's finger hit the magic spot. His hands clutched at Will's head again, grabbing even tighter when Will's finger rotated and levered harder into the small bump inside his rectum. Dyani should have been used to the sensation of something being forced against his prostate gland after what Alex used to do to him in the basement of his house. Nearly three years of sex should have had some effect, particularly when hidden in their favorite place was a dust broom with a handle that was ideally shaped and sized to go inside an eight-year-old boy's ass. In truth, the broom handle really didn't hurt all that much when there was lots of Crisco slathered on it. So many afternoons spent bending over in front of the other boy, cruelly sticking that plastic handle into his body. It could enter much further than a preteen cock could, and not get dirty in the process, which was why Alex used it. Getting Dyani used to being fucked without knowing it. Habit forming pleasure for a boy long before he was truly ready for it. Addictive joy for both Alex and Dyani. The surge began as it always did. Dyani strained down to meet it, to increase the familiar pressure that threatened to burst inside him. Whimpering, grunting out his ecstatic need in muffled words that made no sense. "Yeah, you're close," Will muttered almost to himself. "Jesus you're loose." Sliding his finger in and out, enjoying Dyani's urgent labor. It was almost like he was giving birth. Will sucked on boy-balls as the crescendo struck. He felt Dyani's muscle tighten, strangling his finger for a moment, slim smooth thighs jerking wildly with ejaculation spasms. Tiny dick as limp as a wet noodle. Not that it mattered. A dozen quick pulses. Getting weaker each time, but still good. Better than surfing.