At the End of a Film Shoot
Author: James Jenkins
Twelve-year-old American actor Cayden Boyd needs to relieve some stress after a hard day on set.
(This is a fictional story. The sexuality of the characters and the action
taking place are not real. Feedback is greatly appreciated.)
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The front door clicked closed as 13-year-old
Cayden Boyd collapsed against it, exhausted and tired of the heavy air outside.
The final two hours of his workday on set had stretched into meaningless
eternity, made worse by the humid, thick blanket the summer weather was casting
over the city, promising a storm any moment but never delivering the goods. All
he needed now was to be alone and in a peaceful place to chill out. He sat
there for a good five seconds, back against the barrier to the outside world,
and with immense relief he untied his blue-yellow sneakers, pulled them off,
and delighted in the coolness that the motion of wiggling his toes allowed in,
now confined only by stinky white socks.
For maybe a minute more he sat with closed eyes and heavy limbs, then with
theatrical effort for an invisible audience lifted himself up and moved into
the bedroom, where he planned to sleep until either the end of the world or he
got hungry, whichever came first. He went through it to the bathroom, stopped
at the sink and regarded himself with a long, wiped out look. His mirror-self's
unsmiling face gazed back at him with the exhausted, sympathetic gaze of shared
hardship, and they both agreed not to judge the other for the perfunctory
hygiene routine that followed for about thirty seconds. Giving his teeth a once
over with a brush and splashing water on his face, he then slunk back out the
door and into bed, leaving his blue Nike sweater, t-shirt and jean
shorts on the floor behind him as he peeled them off one at a time on the way.
Cayden had leaden eyelids and had been yawning almost rhythmically since he
entered his private apartment, and nothing now would stop him from having a
rest. The orange evening sun still vainly attempted to intrude through heavy peach-colored
curtains still closed since the morning, but Cayden paid it no mind; now as he
entered the cool, soft embrace of his bedsheets it was no external force that
stopped him sleeping, but a suddenly uncooperative and hormone-charged brain
that was being fed exhaustion stimuli by every aching inch of his young body
and yet chose now to awaken and review the day. Specifically, it chose to reminisce
on Eli Marienthal.
His awesome (and good-looking) co-star had consumed his thoughts for about two
months after he got hired, and Cayden had spent as much time around him as he
could find excuses for. Eli was funny, fit, witty, adventurous, outgoing, and
wore cool, well-put together outfits with jeans just tight enough not to leave
his developing butt to the imagination. They had laughed and joked and mildly
flirted together, and Cayden was a day away from taking the initiative and
asking him on a video game date when he casually dropped that he was
seeing the amazing - and frankly heart-stopping – Shane Haboucha
from the floor above. Cayden greeted the news with a smile and congratulatory
hug which he had held on to for too long while he felt his warm, energetic body
against his, and a swelling ache in his ribcage that told him he was never
going to be satisfied. Cayden then excused himself to the restroom, and tried
desperately to think of handsome fellow celebrities instead of Eli as he
directed his adolescent frustration into nearly an entire break's length of
distractedly masturbating himself.
That was his preferred method of stress relief, and thinking about acting
stressed him out, so that was where he went now, hoping it could also do
something about the insomnia. Flexing his back and moving his thighs apart was
an action well-practiced enough to be a reflex as he slid his hand between them
and gently began massaging his 5" cock, his heartbeat starting to feel as heavy
in his chest and eyelids. Cayden imagined himself in his local Burger King,
enjoying a soda and a Big Mac as Taylor Lautner walked in. He caught his best
friend's eye immediately and he smiled a charming smile, walking over to Cayden
and telling him he was awesome and hot. His right hand slid slightly below his
cock and inside him to briefly lubricate himself before resuming the soothing
fluid motion. He sat down and ordered a Coke, they chatted for a while about their
respective careers, and how he admired Taylor's work, and how he found Cayden
to be smart, brave and very inspirational, and then he invited Cayden back to
the house he was staying while he was in town. It was only five minutes away
and he was just in the Burger King exploring the local neighborhood.
Cayden shifted slightly, inhaling sharply as a bright, warm tinge of pleasure
emanated from the pressure within the palm of his hand down towards his
abdomen, and he wondered vaguely, as he had done many times, if most peoples'
fantasies had this much of a run-up. They exited the restaurant and strolled
along a pleasantly warm and sunlit fictional avenue, laughing and joking, and
after a few dozen steps Taylor took his hand in his as if it was the most
natural thing in the world. It was a temperate day to match his warm, smooth
tanned palm, and Cayden's heart leapt at the casual intimacy.
Now they were in front of his door, and Taylor turned to him and said "You're so cute, Cayden. I'd like to kiss you," and without even waiting for a reply, he lifted the blonde boy's chin with one hand and planted his lips on the others.
The next few moments were a whirlwind as Cayden's
slick palm gained pace, now abandoning their slow-paced motion in favor of a
quick and twitching up-and-down.
Now they were in his bedroom, removing an item of clothing each in turn. Down
to underwear alone, Cayden was stroking his body, admiring the hidden power
that seemed to whisper from tight muscles. As Taylor was moving his hands over
him, from a light touch of his white neck, down Cayden's collar bone and around
his nipples, then down to his belly, whereupon Taylor reached around Cayden
into an embrace, and placed one hand on his butt while the other removed his MIB
t-shirt. They shared a long, deep kiss as he drew Cayden in close, his tongue
as powerful as it met his, and they teased and circled each other within their
joined mouths. A soft blossom of comfort and bliss radiated through Cayden's
lower body, but he did not slow his movements. Rather he pushed his head back
further into the mattress as he jerked and murmured, and redoubled the
quickness and strength he applied to his small, increasingly-reddening cock.
Now the fantasy gained pace, and Taylor pulled down his tight green briefs to
reveal a penis that curved upwards to point at the ceiling. If Renaissance
statues had erections they would look like that: perfectly smooth the whole
length except where it enlarged at the end, but even that followed a shapely
contour which was total eye candy; a dignified and respectable size that would
definitely fit inside Cayden and didn't dominate the view as he admired his friend's
naked body; hard as a marble sculpture too as he reached out to slowly place a
hand around it. Taylor's face swam out of view in his mind's eye, and as
fantasy Cayden leaned back to adopt the same pose as real Cayden, and as real Cayden
fumbled for the toy in his secret hiding spot behind the deodorant and
under the toiletry bag, he realized with mounting annoyance that it had just
been Eli all along mimicking Taylor Lautner's voice. Cayden's right leg kicked
as another, larger pulse moved through him, making him feel light and giddy as
seemingly every pleasurably sensitive nerve inside him flared, and with his
left hand he tossed the bag to the floor and gripped his plastic blue dildo,
bringing it underneath to slide inside him as Eli did the same and his mind
tried vainly to picture Lautner's handsome face again. That failed and a heavy,
comfortable sensation of being filled caused another wave to break within her
torso and curl his toes. His horny brain was in open rebellion.
While his right hand reached vibration speed and his left hand moved the
weighty silicon penis in and out of her, Cayden tried frantically to find a
suitable celebrity crush for it to represent. Jake Thomas, Aaron Carter, Cainan Wiebe, and Thomas Sangster tried and failed. Daniel Radcliffe,
Josh Hutcherson, Reiley McClendon and Ryan Merriman
all gave way. His mind betrayed him as Eli's face kept returning over and over
and his body betrayed him as it greeted him by twitching and shaking and
glowing warm within from his prolonged orgasm, ebbing and surging. Eventually the
teen admitted defeat and gazed into his attractive greenish eyes, no less able
to will his face out of Cayden's mind than he was able to will the comfortable
pressure of his trusty dildo out of his ass. Eventually he became oversensitive
and slowed down, heavy breaths matching a thumping heartbeat as she held the
length of the toy inside him for another few timeless moments, enjoying the
intimate pressure while not ceasing to jerk off. His right hand lay still now
next to him, and with a final physical jolt of sensation he slid the model dick
out while five spurts of cum flew onto the white tile floor. Without any energy
left, Cayden rested it back on the bedside table, rolled over, and started to
fall into a deep sleep in his large and empty bed.