Date: Mon, 22 Mar 2004 11:52:13 -0800 (PST) From: Ganymede Subject: Movie Brat Chapter 9 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 Nine "....We're getting hot, L.A.. Hotter than hot as we cruise into Satur-night! I've got a few calls going out for the babes, so listen in. Sonny says hi to the joker, and he says he'll be there tonight, so for what it's worth, he hopes you're there. Way to go, Sonny. And Hoover is sending a special hello to Pandy. Tonight's the night. You got that right! And from what I've heard about the Hoover, I expect it'll be something really good..." Will smiled and made the effort to glance out the square side window of the Hummer. It was either that or burst into laughter. Hoover was Connor's aka, and the message was simple. Eight-year-old Connor was about to get laid. Big time too. Telling the whole world that tonight was the night. He was going all the way. Lucky Emmett, the second half of the Andy Pandy pair. Did he listen to 106.5? Connor was hot, even for L.A. Hotter than hot, like Dyani Deere. Imagining the look on Emmett Anders face about now. Did Connor's mom know? She probably did. Will barely heard the rest of it. "... And there's one more. I'm not quite sure what this is about, but it's from Be-be going out to Doe-eyes. He says, and I have to say this just right,... 'You, will, have fun',... whatever that means. In case you haven't heard, Doe Eyes is a dear. Pure silver, I'm told. He's the new guy in town, and from what I hear, and this is from Be-be too,... He, will, be going places. Okay, let's play some more tunes. Here's one for the big remix party that's going down in two- one-zip." Will's eyes flicked to the rear vision mirror. Headphones back on, no Gameboy in hand. Watching the overhead DVD-TV. Dyani tuned out from the world. That was probably a good thing, although he probably wouldn't have made the connection between Draven and Be-be, even less for Doe Eyes and himself. That Draven! Saying that on the radio. 'You, Will, have fun.' Funny though, and just like him too. The announcer went a bit too far using Dyani's surname like that. He'd make a call on Monday morning, although he wasn't all that surprised that Dyani had already been noticed. Emmett's pool party was to blame. People talked when a boy like Dyani came into town. No surprise there! But Connor Hewer was finally getting laid? Now, that was a surprise, and it was going to happen at Eddie Ander's party. So much for Connor's mother making him wait until he was older, 'a few years at least'. What had happened to change her mind? Maybe she realized that having Connor paired up with Emmett was the best thing that could happen to her son. Connor couldn't have a better lover. His career was made for the next four or five years if it lasted. He hoped Emmett was careful, although there was no need to worry about that. Emmett knew what to do. Connor wasn't the first boy he had deflowered. So many questions though, like where? Imagining the scene in the bedroom. They'd start of sucking of course, because that Connor's expertise, but then the deflowering would follow. Again, Will's eyes drifted to the mirror, checking out 'Doe- eyes'. Right on the money. Sexy boy, sitting there in the back seat. Big, dark, moody eyes. Wearing that hot shirt his mother bought for him earlier in the day. Screaming sex. 'Fuck me' all but written all over it. Bold. Audacious. Ardent too, because it shrieked passion on the boil. Red and yellow flames burning up from a line around the waist where it might have been tucked beneath his shorts, but wasn't. The implication clear. He was 'burning' below. Hot! Horny! Boy dick on fire. Or maybe at the other end, from all the friction from earlier that morning. Then, back to the mirror, meeting Dyani's too-sexy eyes once more, crinkling with mirth that dared not break out as a giggle. Just one glance and Will started thinking about the afternoon again, and again, and again. It was all he could do to concentrate on driving in the freeway traffic. Taking I-10 almost due east, towards LA. Joining the exodus away from the setting sun. After lunch, which wasn't bad, he took Dyani onto the pier. It was the world's best free entertainment because there were boys everywhere, but none of them could compare to the boy beside him. More than an hour in the Playland Arcade. Like a hormone check for boys, with 200 games. Draven was more skilled, but Dyani had more fun at losing money. Nothing but a grin. Playing Star Wars, Rolling Extreme, and the Grid until Will managed to talk him into doing the Grand Prix. Giggling together because 'Grand Prix' could so easily be made to sound like 'grand pricks'. It was an awesome game that was nearly as much fun as driving Will's Ferrari. Then, putting the movie brat on the junior-sized Harley Davidson just for kicks. Getting hard when Dyani posed like a young James Dean. Hard to believe he was only ten! Exchanging eyes, both knowing they'd be having sex later that night. They met Cynthia at the Carousel, still laughing, Dyani talking nonstop about the fun they had. Meeting Cynthia's eyes, appreciating that she was on his side more than ever before. Dyani's dad was on the way out. Will eagerly stepped up to the plate, more than ready to hit another home run with her son. Dyani and Will had become inseparable. The Carousel was vintage amusement park, a nearly 90-year- old landmark with historic class, although the actual merry- go-round was long since replaced. Will loved the Byzantine- Moorish style of the Looff Hippodrome , which was reason alone to go, but more than that, it was a movie icon for directors and writers. There, amid the elegant fantasy of painted ponies and chariots, brilliant lights, brass poles, and reflecting mirrors, people fell in love. It was all Will could do not to kiss Dyani as he lifted him up onto a horse they named 'Black Beauty', ebony gloss with bright red leather. Will's horse was dappled and just a little bit taller. Hair blowing back, constantly looking, sharing laughs. From there, it was time for Dyani to choose. Either they went to the aquarium, or Pacific Park. Forgone conclusion. Bumper cars beckoned. Forget education. It was like driving the Hummer, Will thought. He smashed into Dyani's car and pushed him in circles, showing him who was boss, and then took off with Cynthia in hot pursuit. The protective mother-hen, except when it came to fucking her son. Three times on the bumper cars, then on to the roller coaster. Cynthia sat it out. Will and Doe-eyes had a great time. Holding hands in the line, like father and son. Thumbs locked together, whispering about nothing that could have been said aloud. For Will, it was like driving fast in the 512 M, foot to the floor, engine screaming, pulling G-forces at every turn. Dyani held onto his hand and they both lifted up whenever the momentum peaked. Shrieking with laughter, tears in the eyes. Over too soon. Getting out of the cramped car with shaky legs, Will recognized a director from one of the big name studios. He had ridden two cars behind them and he had his three sons in tow. Evenly spaced from eight to eleven, but none of them were particularly cute, not even the youngest. None were worth a second look, none of them knew their father fucked boys like themselves. Will introduced Dyani and observed 'the look'. It was just as he expected. Intense attraction, obviously desiring, eager to try out the new merchandise, almost sinister the way he smiled and shook Dyani's hand. Pure pedophile in any person's lingo. Mostly talking about Freeman's 'big' project, a version of the Dicken's Christmas classic. Instructing Will to 'shoot over his best under- twelve candidates for casting to look at'. Freemen always acted the big man in Tinsel Town. Nodding at Dyani. Not taking his eyes off movie brat for more than a second. Saying what he was thinking. 'Him too'. He might be able to find a special part for Dyani, with a wink-wink at Will to make sure he got the all-too-obvious point. As soon as they parted, Dyani asked Will why the man looked at him so strangely. Will told him the truth, not because he wanted to make Dyani aware that he was sexually desirable, but because he wasn't sure about anything any more. Red faced, they went back to Cynthia. The last ride of the day was the Ferris wheel. Pennsylvania bridge builder, George W. Ferris's contribution to the love of boys. Fond memories there. Watching the sunset with Draven. No better place to be with a boy at sunset, although sunset was still several hours away. It was small compared to some, reaching 130 feet or so, but the view over the Pacific Ocean was unequaled. Three people could have squashed in one of the cars, but Cynthia graciously offered to ride the next one. Will and Dyani alone again. Not a soul to hear them, and if they leaned back, no one could see them once they started on the way up. Yet, with all that that privacy, nothing happened for the first minute. Then, Dyani smiled. Sexy boy smile. Dark eyes alive with mystery. "No one can see us up here," he observed. "Except the seagulls." Dyani giggled and leaned against Will. Will's arm slipped around his shoulders and held him close. Getting higher in increments as the Ferris wheel loaded up. Still a long way from the top. "You want to make out, Movie Brat?" Will asked, thinking the chance was about one in ten, but hoping for better odds. "Everyone does," he added. Dyani turned, closing his eyes and offering his puckered-up, 'I'm-ready-to-be-kissed' lips. Will didn't hesitate longer than it look to wet his lips. His appetite was whetted already, had been since they'd made out in the back of the Hummer. Then, Dyani had tasted himself, his most intimate self, when Will's tongue went into his mouth. They kissed tenderly, like lovers who spent their lives together, not a man and a boy who were hungry for sex. Will's grasp tightened, bringing Dyani further into his embrace. Using his tongue deeply, then sucking on Doe-eyes' tongue in return. Moving their lips together, wet, slippery, glowing with passion. Kissing until they could barely stand the urge to do more. "All this kissing is making my dick hard," Dyani giggled nervously. "No surprise there, huh?" Will observed breathlessly. "So is mine" The mutual invitation to touch was obvious and both man and boy complied with the unspoken request. Will's hand cupped over Dyani's crotch even as Dyani reached out his own small hand and tried to cover Will's engorged bulge. His fingers crept higher until he squeezed the swollen knob. Squirmy boy fingers massaging solid flesh beneath two layers of cloth. Will's fingers were met with less resistance. Just a single layer of thin salt-encrusted swim shorts. Feeling the stubby boy-stick underneath. Squeezing on the tip. Easing his fingers in the soft mound of boy-balls. Hard to feel anything there, but rubbing gently anyway. They sighed together. Sun hot on their faces even with the ocean breeze. The view was enough to distract even the most passionate of lovers. They gazed out to the distant horizon, then to the sides where the beach and ocean joined in white surf. Tens of thousands of people, if not more, for as far as the eye could see. Will craned his neck over the side and looked down. There, far below, he saw three wheelchairs waiting next in line at the loading point. He smiled. Settling back into the cocoon of the car, safe from view. Almost at the top of the wheel. Reaching for the cord at Dyani's navel. Pulling the strings despite Dyani's hesitation. Hushing him. Hurrying. Dyani wriggling his hips. Will tugging on the shorts. Exposing private parts. Then, leaning down. Not wasting any time. Kissing Dyani's dick. Slobbering over the undersized morsel of maleness. Hard as a nail. Licking tiny boy-balls. Working his tongue into the fleshy sides of the want-to-be pussy. Absorbing boy. All boy. Beautiful boy. Head singing thrill unlike another. Dyani giggled and pushed Will's head away. Shaking, grinning, but still denying Will his snack of boy-flesh. Before Will had a chance to react, Dyani took the initiative. There, high above the Pacific Ocean, 'Movie Brat' unfastened Will's zipper. He reached inside, hurriedly pushing past the second layer. Finding Will's cock with his small strong hand. Will helped him get it out. Both trembling with the thrill of doing something bad. Giggling boy. About to do what Will had done to him only a few moments before. Leaning down, opening his mouth wide, so wide his jaws ached. Taking it inside. Closing his eyes as he pushed steadily down. Feeling it slide between his lips. Using his tongue to keep it back until it was wet. Then, breathing through his nose, he went down. Down the way that Alex liked, the way that Alex wanted. Reprise of a few months before, down in the basement, Alex standing with his hands on his hips, impatiently waiting while Dyani was busy. Sucking adolescent dick for the second last time. Hearing the floor creak while his mother worked in the kitchen. Not caring. Hairs tickling his nose. Gulping down fluid as Alex yanked up his zipper. Only with a determined effort could Dyani go all the way down. Down until his nose was buried in Will's clothes. Not much hair there. Inhaling with difficulty at first until he became used to the huge man-thing lodged in the back of his mouth. A little bit further before he gagged and quickly pulled back. Will's hands caressed Dyani's tousled dark hair. Not believing. Not daring to believe it was really happening. Getting sucked off by Dyani Deere at the top of the Santa Monica Pier Ferris Wheel. People were in great abundance that Saturday afternoon, but they were 130 feet below. None of them could see Dyani's head moving slowly up and down. It was all that Will could do not to thrust up and meet Dyani's head on the way back down. He fought the impulse, quivering with excitement, filled with longing to ejaculate inside Dyani once again. Who cared if it was front or back? For a moment, Dyani tilted his head at an awkward angle and glanced sideways up at Will. Smirking around Will's cock, glistening wet, with only the head between his well- stretched lips. Then, back to work, sliding down, all the way down, pushing Will's cock into the start of his throat. No, further than that, because Will felt the pressure, the slick heat clamping around his cock head for a moment. Throat fucking pressure. Then, up and down. Bobbing head. Fingers teasing, caressing Will's saliva-covered organ. Still not believing. All of it a dream that was too good to be true. Again, down all the way. Again and again. Bursting pressure. How long had it been? A minute or two and Will was already close to the edge. Going to come soon. Using his hands to guide Dyani's head, lifting up, pushing back down. The roller coaster moved and the cart swayed with a lurch, but they barely noticed it. At the very top now. Just Dyani and Will and a few high flying seagulls. Sucking harder, faster, knowing exactly what to do. Alex had taught him how to suck cock. From the outset, Dyani liked doing that. It became even better when Alex began to ejaculate watery semen. Dyani quickly learned how to swallow more than just cock. Now, rapidly closing in on the grand finale of the day. Getting ready for it by swallowing, emptying his mouth of spit. Bobbing his head as fast as he could, ignoring the ache in his neck, pounding his tonsils onto cock-head, sensing Will was almost ready. Right at the edge. Huge man-cock bulging, straining, throbbing between Dyani's lips. Full expansion stage, balls pulling up taut, trembling. Pulses starting deep inside. The cart lurched again, starting on the descent. There might not be time. Will's hands clamped Dyani's eyes, thrusting up, jerking erratically as his cock spurted. Eight hours since the morning? A flood of thick white cream. One spurt after the other, onto Dyani's palate. Gulping boy, trying to get it all down where it belonged inside his belly. Dribbling out. The last of it being sucked out. Will gasped, still not believing as Dyani's lips slowly retreated up the length of his cock. There, on the very end, 'Movie Brat' nursed. Kissing, suckling, still sucking to get every last bit of Will's ejaculate. Shaking with the sheer intensity of what he'd done, lips and tongue savoring the taste that filled his mouth, inhaling deeply to refresh lungs that had been deprived of oxygen for far too long. Smirking at each other. Dyani's hand wiping across his slimy wet lips again and again, because after his best effort, some had still escaped. After that, the ride on the Ferris wheel was boring. Will came back to earth just in time to take the exit from I- 10 to 405 North. He settled down again, keeping a continuous eye on 'Doe-eyes'. How well the nickname suited him? Just one look at those eyes. Both trying hard not to smile or laugh and give the game away. Of course, Cynthia suspected something, but so far other than the raised eyebrow when they joined her on the ground, she said nothing. Will glowed with satisfaction. What had happened on the Ferris wheel with Dyani was far more than he hoped for. Sure, he'd kissed and fondled lots of boys up there, looking out across the waves, but never that. He'd never been sucked off up there, swinging to and fro. It was the orgasm of all time as far as Will Sterling was concerned. He felt drained, emptied of every precious drop of reproductive fluid. His sperm were swimming around inside Dyani's belly. His balls still ached, and it had been more than half an hour since Dyani wiped the traces of Will's semen from his lips. Afterwards, on the downhill side of loading up, they kissed again, stopping only when they could be seen by people on the ground. There was barely a taste, for very little had been left behind. Will took the exit to West Sunset Boulevard, eyes flicking up to the overhead mirror every few seconds, watching Dyani smiling right behind him. Watching his boy playing with his dick, because that was what he was doing. Hand in his lap, fingers cupped, squeezing boy-nuts. Probably taking care of the teenie weenie at the same time. Hard to tell without looking around. Will cruised slower, keeping a good distance back from the car in front, because his attention wasn't on the road like it should have been. Glancing up to rear vision mirror again and again to meet sensuous boy-eyes. Once too often. Catching the movement of his other passenger suddenly looking away and pretending she was interested in something outside the car. Cynthia's expression was bland, but Will could tell that she was interested in the otherwise silent exchange between them. Will waited for close to a minute. "I can only imagine what you two got up to on the Ferris wheel," she remarked cooly. "Mom!" Dyani almost shouted. "Don't you go pretending innocence with me, young man," she chided in good humor. "I know you better than that." Will swallowed a laugh and tried not to smirk. Getting anything past Cynthia Deere was next to impossible, but especially so when it concerned her eldest son. "Hey, who's up for another barbecue tonight?" he asked. It was directed to either or both of them, with the intention more of changing the subject and less about discovering dining preferences. Dyani nodded eagerly. Cynthia insisted on doing everything else if Will did the barbecue part. "So,... what did happen?" Cynthia pressed. "Nothing!" Dyani answered. "Nothing?" "Nothing Mom," Dyani confirmed. "Nothing happened, did it Sil?" And then he giggled. Cynthia laughed. Will's face reddened instantly. "Oh for heaven's sake, Will. Don't go getting embarrassed,... about nothing." "I'm not embarrassed," Will protested even though he was embarrassed. "I wasn't born yesterday, you know," Cynthia added calmly. "I can usually tell when my son's done something he shouldn't." Will wanted to tell her what happened between him and Dyani was none of her business, but he thought better of it. She was his mother, after all. "Um,..." He stopped to think before he spoke. Billy Sterling's approach, learned by experience, was that it was better to tell some of the truth, rather than the whole truth and nothing but the truth. "Well, let's just say that things might have gotten a bit out of hand, but if we stayed up there much longer we might have had a problem." Dyani snorted through his nose to stop himself from breaking into laughter. "Now you've really gotten me interested, Mr. Sterling. A bit out of hand huh? That could mean a lot of things. Hmmm.... Now I really have to wonder. What on earth did you do, Dy?" Cynthia asked sweetly. "You didn't suck his weenie did you?" Will gulped. He didn't dare look into the mirror to see Dyani's response. Humor her, do anything but admit to it, reason argued. However, from the heat alone, Will realized that his face was beet root colored. He might as well of said 'your son sucked my cock like a Hoover'. "Oh my! You did!" Cynthia exclaimed, and then she smirked in triumph because she had what she wanted. "You did that! How,... how,... I mean.... What if someone saw you?" Will managed a noncommittal shrug. It was the best that he could do. Dyani was in the process of choking in the seat behind him. Hard to tell if he was laughing or crying. After a few seconds of no further response, Cynthia laughed. "Well, I guess I'm really not all that surprised. Boys will be boys,"she snickered. "I suppose I should be grateful that things are working out so well." Will nodded, not really believing that Cynthia Deere was so open-minded. Handing Dyani to him on a platter. Usually, it took a few months before a mother's negativity became neutrality when it came to her son having sex with a man. There were times in the past when some mothers had been supportive, even encouraging, because they appreciated what it took to be successful. Tinsel Town beckoned, and restraint, morality, and inhibition went out the window. However, the vast majority of parents preferred to leave their sons' futures in Will's very competent hands and enjoy their new-found wealth. 'Look the other way' and 'no questions asked' were the rules they went by. They were only a few minutes from Will's house in Brentwood Hills when Cynthia raised the subject that Will had been dreading. "Will, I know this is probably much too early,..." Will glanced at Cynthia and waited for her continue. There was something gnawing at her. She had been moody since Will and Dyani had left her waiting for them while they rode the roller coaster. "Will,... I was wondering how soon Dy can start auditioning?" Will knew what she really meant, even if Dyani didn't. His hands tightened on the wheel. Choosing his words. "Well,... Gary promised to have the portfolio first thing next week," he muttered. "I realize having the portfolio is important,..." "It's very important," Will stressed. "Most directors won't do anything without it. We should get the video soon after that." "Couldn't,... um, he get an audition or something, I mean some sort of exposure without it. I'm thinking along the lines of that party that you took him to. I'd like him to meet people like that Mr. Emmett,..." "His name is Emmett Anders, Mom," Dyani interjected from behind." And he's already got Connor, so it'd be a waste of time." How quickly the Hollywood babes accepted what was required of them, Will thought. They all learned how to bend over and spread their cheeks. The fast-track boys all did it, sooner or later. Emmett and Connor. Draven and Eddie. Joey and Aaron. The list was endless. "I wasn't thinking of him in particular," Cynthia said cooly. "Someone else perhaps, who's,... well unattached at the moment. You know what I mean, Will." "It's not a good idea to rush into things," Will countered. "There are people who Dyani could meet. We ran into someone today, for example," he offered. "Donny Freeman. He's a director at Saturn Pictures. They make B-movies and some second-rate made-for-TV stuff." He hated the very idea of Dyani being with a man like that. Any boy for that matter. However, he still had a job to do. There were times when Billy Sterling couldn't choose . He did what he had to do. It wasn't always fun. "Well, it would at least be a start, wouldn't it Will? I mean,.... Dy has to start somewhere." "But not at the bottom," Will said adamantly. "What's the problem, Cynthia?" he demanded. She soughed from her chest. "Damn him!" She shook her head dejectedly. "I called Jeff while you were on the roller coaster...." "And?" Will prodded. Cynthia rubbed her forehead, then her eyes. "It's,..." She shook her head abruptly. "I don't want,... I never wanted it to be this way. Dy,... he can't hear,... not this,..." Will nodded. "Hey Movie Brat, put your headphones on and crank the volume up will you." "Huh?" "Just do it," Will said in his take-control voice. He waited until Dyani did what he was told, checking once in the rear vision mirror to make sure. "What's up?" "Jeff wants us home again, not at the end of the summer like we'd planned, but right away." "Damn him!" Will groaned. "Damn him is right! It's his way of ruining everything Dyani's worked for," she said morosely. "After all the years he's put in getting ready." Histrionics were on the way, but Will had to know. It sounded bad, but from what he had heard so far about Dyani's father, he doubted that the situation could become much worse in the Deere household. "So what did he say?" Cynthia didn't answer right away. Instead, she turned around to make certain that Dyani couldn't overhear. Then, she leaned closer to Will, her voice lowered to little more than a whisper. "He said,... Will, what he said, well it wasn't very pleasant. He said I had to chose between taking care of Dy out here in L.A., or taking care of my family back home, because they were never going to move." "I'm sure he didn't mean it like that," Will said in a conciliatory way. "He did. He meant what he said. Actually, what he said was that I had to make a choice before the end of the week. That's today," she added, "I told him he wasn't being reasonable. It hasn't even been a week since we arrived. And then,..." She struggled for a moment. "He called Dy a faggot, Will. He said I'd saddled him with a faggot for a son." Well that much was true, Will reflected. He was thinking about 'hoover-mouth' giving him the best blow job of his life. 130 feet up in the air. Or Bronco-boy that very morning, riding his cock like he had done it all his life. Faggot-boy for certain. Still, it made him angry that a man could reject a wonderful boy like Dyani for something that wasn't his fault. "He said that I was wasting my time and money, and that I was ruining the lives of our other children to make up for my screw-up. And Dyani,... Jeff said,... He said Dy's acting is a joke. How could he say that? Dyani's incredibly talented. Jeff knows it at well as I do." Will wasn't surprised. It was all true. However, the statement made him angry as well. Dyani had as much talent as any boy he had ever seen in Hollywood, and he wasn't biased when it came to assessing acting a boy's ability. Not even Dyani. "So what he said basically is that I have to choose between Dyani and him," Cynthia continued bitterly. "That's what it comes down to, Will. If we don't return by this Wednesday, then next week, he's filing for a divorce." No surprise there, either. It was the ultimate power play, but a Deere divorce had always been a possibility. Like turning over cards. Sooner or later the 'divorce' card would be face up. It was much sooner than Will expected. "If that's what he wants, then maybe you should just go back home and forget it," Will suggested without meaning a word of it. Cynthia shook her head abruptly. "I will not ruin his career," she said distinctly, adding further emphasis where none was needed just to make her point. She meant it too. Will had heard the same adamant tone from other parents. He scratched his head. Tinsel Town dreams. There was no chance of Dyani getting a big break in weeks, let alone a few days. Hollywood wasn't fantasy-land, no matter what people wanted to believe. "I won't do that to him, Will. He's worked too hard," she repeated. "I told Jeff,... um,... that we were close to signing a contract," she added hesitantly "Oh!" "I wanted to see if that would change his mind." "What did he say?" Will asked. "He said if we had a signed contract by Wednesday morning, it would be an issue to consider." "Meaning what?" Will pressed. "He wouldn't say, other than he might agree to Dyani staying in L.A., maybe until the end of summer if it could be worked out. What it comes down to is he has to get a part right away. I don't care what it is. Dyani has to prove it isn't a waste of time for us being here." Will nodded understandingly. "I could call around, I suppose. There's a good chance he could get a role if,..." "If what?" Will breathed out. "Sometimes,..." He began, then stopped. He didn't want to think about it, let alone talk about it. "Please, Will? Everything depends on Dy getting work. If you aren't going to help Dyani might as well start packing his bags. Whatever happens, I have to be on the Wednesday flight to Indianapolis." Will had to say something. "Cynthia, there are some men in L.A.,...They aren't the sort of people I want Dyani with, you understand,..." Again, Will stopped midstream, thinking ahead. Not wanting to even consider the possibility. Nothing was worth Dyani doing that. A porn star at ten! Having sex with men in front of cheap video cameras. Even dogs. Doing vile disgusting things to himself. Will shook his head. Not that! He wouldn't allow Dyani to get involved, not even for the video-taped movies that were exchanged between friends. Word would get out. Dirty old men jacking off over Dyani. There was another way, but even that gave him chills. "There is something I could look into, I suppose." Cynthia looked up quickly. "Under certain conditions, shall we say, it might be possible to organize something at short notice," he added emptily. "Basically,... well he'd be selling his body. But there would be a contract. It would be a very minor role. Maybe thirty or forty thousand dollars, max." "You know someone who,..." "We met someone today, actually. Donny Freeman." "From the roller coaster? It sounds as if you don't like him very much?" "Like? Cynthia, it isn't a matter of liking or disliking. My job as agent is to do what's in Dyani's best interest. I want to get him the best possible deal. I appreciate your situation, and I'll do everything to make it happen," Will said flatly. "This person,... You said he was a director, didn't you?" "Yes. Not a very good one. His reputation sucks. He specializes in TV movies. Most have been utter crap." "But he could sign Dyani at short notice?" Will shrugged. "He as much as said so today." Not telling Cynthia how the man had looked at her son with devouring eyes, or how Freeman's voice intimated much more than acting when he mentioned a special role for Dyani. "It would mean setting him up with that Mormon asshole," he added sourly. "You don't like him, do you?" Cynthia asked again cynically. "I loathe him," Will admitted, his caustic tone barely hiding his anger. "If you must know, he's the last person I would want to see Dyani with." "Why?" "I'd rather not go into it." Will said flatly. "He's a pervert." "And you aren't?" The sarcasm was unmistakable. Will winced inside. "Maybe I am, Cynthia, but I've never deliberately hurt a boy," he said in a pained voice. "Oh!" The truth was out. Will took a deep breath. Some sort of explanation was needed. He didn't intend to go into the intricacies of Donny Freeman's reputation. "Donny likes to play games, Cynthia," he explained. "Mostly mind games. He's something of a control freak when it comes to boys." "Oh? That isn't good," Cynthia agreed. Her optimism was fading rapidly. "It gets worse. Sometimes he uses alcohol or drugs to get what he wants, Cynthia." There had been times when Will used 'boy-mix' too, to get a boy in the right mood. Viagra and Ecstasy dissolved in 7-up. No inhibitions and a juvenile erection that wouldn't go away. A couple of nights of all night sex with Draven easily came to mind. Not that Draven's dick needed much help in staying erect, but they did it for kicks, to see if 'horn- ade' really made a difference in getting fucked. Will had used it with a few other boys too, when they wanted to have long, hard sex. Will glanced up to the mirror, realizing what responsibility meant for the first time in his life. He wasn't self-righteous, but suddenly he was swayed by guilt. Never again would he use drugs. Not with Dyani, not unless he wanted to, and then they'd do it together. Maybe, not even then. A boy like Dyani deserved respect. "It also gets physical,... from what I've heard," Will added, less reluctantly. "There was one boy who Freeman took an interest in, Cynthia. He wasn't one of mine, thank God. He ended up in the emergency room. It was about six months back." No need, or desire to explain what happened when a juvenile sphincter was stressed beyond its natural limits. Not just a few hairline fissures or the occasional hemorrhoids. A lot of boys got those. "Oh!" "I'd rather Dyani had nothing to do with men like him." Will Sterling, hypocrite, managed a weak sigh. Cynthia appeared to understand. A minute passed. Will turned right off Sunset and started up the hill. It wouldn't take long before they were home. He didn't want to think about Dyani leaving and going back to Indianapolis. Or worse, spending the night with a man like that. He'd survive, and after a day or two, he would be none the worse for it, but it still wasn't worth it. "Couldn't you keep an eye on him or something? Set some ground rules?" Will's head jerked around. Was she actually considering it? Putting her son in a situation like that? "You mean with Freeman?" Cynthia managed an anemic nod. Her face was drained. Will sensed her torment. The decision she had arrived at would always cause her pain. In one of life's ironies, all she wanted was the best for Dyani. There was no other choice. "I suppose," Will ventured. "It might be arranged,... if there was no other way." He reflected for a moment, glancing into the mirror to make certain that Movie Brat was still watching the overhead television. "Cynthia, maybe it's time we were honest with each other." "I thought we were." She sounded smug, but nervous. "You haven't told me everything, have you?" Will tried to make it sound non-threatening. "What more would you like to know?" she asked sweetly, disarmingly so. "Dyani,... He's been sexually active for a long while, hasn't he?" Will asked, again drawing on memories of the morning, being fucked to exhaustion, or high above the pier, swaying in the breeze and getting the best blow-job of his life. "Yes." Simple honest, in-your-face truth. Nothing to hide. "More than with the boy across the street, and?... The theater director?" Will couldn't remember the man's name. "Travis? No, just the two of them,... as far as I know. Oh, and you now too, of course." She smiled after she said that, holding something back. "So what haven't you told me about Dyani Deere?" Will prompted effortlessly. Checking the mirror again to make sure Dyani wasn't listening in to a conversation he wasn't supposed to hear. Distant sounds of a familiar movie. A Billy Sterling classic being played. A homemade DVD, thanks to some Hollywood friends who celebrated Will's birthday in unusual ways. A birthday cake with too many candles, a boy with a ribbon around his middle and nothing else, and a DVD of a movie made more than thirty years ago. Will had forgotten about leaving his present in the Hummer. Cynthia smiled, more to herself than to express any amusement to Will. "I told you about Dy and Alex, the time when I overhead them on the walkie talkie?" "Yeah," Will answered, and waited. "I don't know for sure, but it probably wasn't the first time they did it...." There was a long pause. "And it certainly wasn't the last," Cynthia snickered. Smug again. Conceited, superior mother who knew her son's failings all too well. "Okay?" "They used to play in the basement all the time," Cynthia continued. "So,... I er,... I guess I got suspicious. Anyway, I put our spare crib monitor down there." Will waited eagerly. He was always fascinated by boys being sexual. A crib monitor meant one-way sound. This was going to be good. "I worried about Dyani a lot back then. Mostly because of the hormone shots he was getting. The doctor warned me that,... well, that something might happen is the way he put it. I was supposed to keep an eye on him. I put it under the couch at first. We kept the old one down there rather than throw it out.... It had holes, and we got it from my mother, but it was good for the kids to play on. Jeff's going to finish the basement off and make it into a playroom for the kids one day.... It was the logical place." Disjointed thoughts, spilling out of her head in the relief of telling Will. No one else knew. Not her husband. Not Dyani. Just Cynthia and Will. "And?' "I listened to them playing games with action figures for a few days." Will laughed. Cynthia had the makings of a script writer. "So much for that idea. You moved it somewhere else, I suppose?" "There was a little hidey hole they made to play in. It was at the far end of the basement." "Ah, and that was the den of pre-teen sin, I presume," Will remarked as calmly as he could. His mind raced ahead. So did his heart. Imagination and adrenaline. Time to get hard. So close to home. Dreaming of taking Dyani into his bedroom for a while. Getting naked. Having sex while Cynthia got their dinner ready in the kitchen. It was directly below the bedroom. Maybe she would hear them, the mattress squeaking, the sound of sloppy boy butt being fucked hard by a man. Maybe she had heard them already while she was preparing breakfast. "Exactly." Cynthia smirked. "You listened to them having sex?" "Did I ever? They were down there just about every day until a few months ago. Alex has a girlfriend now, so I guess he doesn't need Dyani. They were always at it, and when they missed a day, they usually made up for it, if you know what I mean," she added suggestively. "You wouldn't think that two boys could be quite so inventive." "Really?" "It was quite an eye-opener, believe you me, Will. Well, an ear-opener I suppose." Then, an uncomfortable laugh, because it wasn't that funny, feeling awkward, talking about eavesdropping on her son. Listening in to him having sex. Growing up bent over and parting his cheeks for a boy who was four years older. Sweaty excitement, deep down excitement that came from talking like that. Stopping to breathe for a while. Glad to get it off her chest. "Anyway, there I was, worrying about Dyani being taken advantage of, and he was doing things,... even suggesting things for them to try. It came as quite a shock." "I can imagine," Will said quietly. Slowing down for the curves. Glad he didn't have to change gear manually. It would have taken his mind off what he would much rather be thinking about. He always enjoyed the idea of boys having sex together. Experimenting. Discovering. Learning how to enjoy with another boy. It was how it was supposed to be. "So now you see why I wasn't all that surprised when Dy gave you a blow job this afternoon, Will," Cynthia said quietly. The words didn't faze her. 'Blow job', spoken aloud by his mother, as if it was nothing. Nothing at all for her ten- year-old son to suck a man's cock. "He did that all the time to Alex," shed added with a disparaging leer that made Will feel used. "Oh!" Thinking of his own little 'hoover-mouth' at the top of the Ferris wheel. Sucking earnestly. Better than Connor. So much better. Taking it deeper. Into his throat. Swallowing every last drop at the end. Gulping it down into his taut little belly. Slender, beautiful cock-sucking boy. Then, meeting Will's eyes when he was finished, lips wet and shiny, and showing appreciation for the thick slimy stuff that had gone down his throat by moving his tongue around inside his mouth. "I suppose I should have stopped it, Will, but he did seem to be enjoying himself. I think part of it was the hormone injections, but I think he was like that before they started. Gay, I mean." "He sounds a bit like Connor," Will ventured. "Starting so young I mean," he added. "He was certainly into it with Alex, that's for sure. They used to steal some of my Crisco on the way to the basement. I expect you know what they used that for?" "It wouldn't be the first time boys used Crisco to go all the way," Will agreed. He didn't add that using grease wasn't the wisest thing to do. Everything she had said made a lot more sense. Wondering what Cynthia would say if he told her that Dyani fucked himself senseless only that morning. He even managed to get it inside his tight boy-ass while Will was asleep. He'd never forget waking up to that incredible, hot pressure. And Dyani's expression? Also unforgettable. A boy abandoned to lust. A born who was born to be fucked by a man. "It does sounds like he wanted to do it, though. Am I right?" Will asked, driving the point home that he wasn't a pervert. Some boys wanted sex as much as their men. "Oh yes. Absolutely." Understatement of the year. She knew Dyani was addicted to getting his butt banged. No doubt about it, in Will's mind either, not given what happened early that morning. "Sometimes I think he was compensating too," she added hesitantly. "What for?" Will asked curiously, although it wasn't that difficult to guess his motivation was more than a response to testosterone shots. "For his relationship with his father mostly. Jeff never did show him much affection. I think it got worse after Dy began treatment. It was the last straw for Jeff. It was like his son really wasn't a boy. He went out of his way to avoid dealing with Dyani. I'm not blaming Jeff, understand. I blame myself, but he didn't make Dy's situation any easier." Will didn't press the issue any further. He turned into his drive and used the remote control to open the security gate. The digital alarm system showed green like it always did. Only one time was it red, and then it was because a stray bird entered the house through an open window. He drove up the switch-back drive deep in thought about keeping Dyani in L.A. By then, he had abandoned the idea of a quiet evening at home, a barbecue dinner, some skinny-dip swimming, followed by spending the night having sex with Dyani. The decision to do otherwise came remarkably easy. "You awake back there, Movie Brat," Will called out. "Uh huh?" Dyani answered as he removed his headphones. "Hey, we're home!" "Yeah, but only for a few minutes. We're going out tonight, Babe." "Where to?" There was a cute little giggle on the end. Will loved that sound. Dyani, happy and feeling free. Always eager to play, no matter what the game was. " I'm taking you to a dance party at Eddie Ander's place in Beverly Hills. When we get out, I want you to hustle downstairs and get in the shower. I'll be along in a few minutes. I need to make a phone call to get us officially re- invited." Will glanced at Cynthia. "There's no way I'm letting him go without a fight," he said simply. She smiled peculiarly, complacently, no longer the worried mother look. The situation was where it belonged, in Will Sterling's competent hands. "Letting who go without a fight?" Dyani chirped from the rear seat. "I'll tell you later," Will explained, still looking at Dyani's mother. Wondering if he'd been trapped. Because that was how he felt. He no longer had control of the situation. She was setting the rules and playing the strings, and he was a marionette who danced at her command. "It's time he started meeting people anyway," Will said by way of explanation. "Will that Freeman person be there?" Cynthia asked abruptly. Just making sure. She was trying her best to stay calm and collected, but inside she was frazzled. "Donny? Yeah, maybe." Will peeked up in the mirror, knowing 'maybe' was 'certainly', but he wasn't going to say it. A fleeting look at Dyani Deere. Big beautiful doe-eyes. There were some things that a man had to do. Why lie about it? "More than likely," he added honestly. "Just get Dyani some work, Will." Then, reinforcing her position. "Whatever it takes. He's depending on you."