Date: Wed, 27 Apr 2016 08:20:49 -0600 From: Danny Ocean Subject: I MARRIED RUSTY: PILOT EPISODE I MARRIED RUSTY: PILOT EPISODE by Danny Ocean Please do not read if it is illegal in your country. Feedback is encouraged. Please e-mail me at dannyoceandocean20@hotmail.com Not much is known of the incredibly obscure TV sitcom I Married Rusty who's pilot episode was filmed way back in 1955. The premise of the show involved the marriage between a handsome, hard working business man and a cute, 10 year old, freckle-faced boy. Far- fetched, you may say? After all, it was during the early years of television and the writers and producers weren't quite sure how daring they could be. It might fly and it might not. However, judging from the fact that no sponsor was willing to invest in further episodes told them everything they needed to know. And rather than post the original script here for you now, I've decided to re-write it in story format. Nothing much to add except to say that it was shot before a live studio audience and starred well known actors who were popular at the time. Alas, I'm not authorized to divulge exactly who they were. I don't want to get sued. Here, then, is the one and only episode of I Married Rusty. At the end of the day, Steve Wilson walked through his front door into his spacious living room. He set his briefcase on the floor. And as he put his hat on the hatrack he said, "Honey, I'm home." His cute little ten-year old boy bride, Rusty, came bouncing into the room from the kitchen wearing only a full-length apron and carrying a feather duster. He jumped into the arms of his husband, wrapped his arms aroung his neck and his legs around his waist and gave him a kiss that would have fogged up every window in town. And because there was no back to the apron, his sweet little bare ass was on view for the entire studio audience to see. Steve gave Rusty a quick ass grab before setting him on his feet. "Did you miss me, darling?" asked Rusty. "Oh, you bet I did, little guy." "How much?" "Oh, about six hard inches worth." "Yummy," he slurped. "After I get done with my feather dusting, I can show you how much I missed you...with my mouth and tongue." (the audience went "oooooooooo") Steve asked, "By the way, what are you dusting?" "Feathers, of course." (audience laughter) Suddenly, Steve noticed something alarming on Rusty's apron. "Rusty! Is that cum on your apron?" "Uh-oh," he said with a guilty expression. (audience laughter) "Yeah, Steve. It's cum all right." "I told you to save it all for me when I get home." "Well, it's not mine." "WHAT? Then, whose is it?" "The mailman's." Steve tried his best to control himself. "Rusty, I think you'd better start explaining." "Well, you see, darling. I had to let the mailman in to sign for a package and when he saw how I was dressed, he went crazy and pulled out his big cock and started masturbating." "The mailman. Jerking off in front of my own wife!!!! The very idea!!!!! Didn't you do anything to stop him?" "Well," said Rusty. "I figure I'd just let him continue until he was done. Then I could get him out of the house. And besides, seeing his big cock reminded me of you and how much I miss you." (audience goes "Awwwwwww") "How long did this go on?" asked Steve. "Much too long, darling. In fact, I ended up helping him along." "By doing what?" "Well, I wanted him to hurry up so, I tickled his balls." (audience cat calls and wolf whistles) "TICKLED HIS BALLS!?!?!? Why, you don't even do that to me!!!!" (audience laughing hysterically and applauding) "Don't me mad, darling," Rusty said throwing the feather duster over his shoulder. He got down on his knees and proceeded to unbuckle his husband's pants. When Steve was naked from the waist down, Rusty tenderly took hold of his cock and licked the underside while staring into Steve's eyes. "Oh baby, that feels so good," Steve groaned. "Suck that cock, sweetie." (audience applaud) Steve enjoyed the sucking lips of his super cute ten year old boy bride. Rusty blew his husband like a pro. "Rusty, could you be so kind as to tickle MY balls? Please?" Without taking his mouth of Steve's cock, he set his fingertips in motion, stroking and tickling the ball sack. "OH, DAMN!!! Oh, Rusty, you're gonna make me cum!!!!" Soon, Steve was blowing his load into Rusty sucking mouth. Rusty still wasn't used to his husband's huge load and started gagging and snorting. When he swallowed everything, he smile up at Steve. "There a little cum in the corner of your mouth. Here, let me lick it off for you," said Steve as he mashed his mouth to Rusty's. It ended in a very stimulating French kiss. When they separated, Rusty saw something alarming out the window. "Steve, look!!! There's the mailman!!!" Angrily, Steve said, "I'll handle this." He opened the front door and shouting, "Hey, you. C'mere!!!!" The mailman stepped meekly into the house. "Yes, sir, can I help you?" "That's him," accused Rusty. "That's the guy that blew his load on my apron." The mailman sensing Steve's rage said, "Now, now, now, now, now just let me explain, Mr. Wilson." "I'm listening," said Steve folding his arms across his chest. "Let me make it up to you," said the mailman. "I have my little boy out in the car. Let me bring him in." Without waiting for a reply, he yelled, "Hey, Timmy, come in here, please." There was a small awkward silence before a incredibly beautiful, blond haired boy strolled into the house. "Timmy, say hello to Mr. Wilson and his wife Rusty." The boy said hello to the both of them. He then lookd up at this father. "Timmy, why don't you be neighborly and lick Mr. Wilson's asshole?" Timmy complied. And it wasn't long before Steve groaned loudy feeling Timmy's sweet little tongue in his ass. Rusty was livid. "Steve, how could you let that little shrimp rim you like that?" "Rusty, why don't you be nice to the mailman," suggested Steve. Rusty smiled, bent over and spread his ass cheeks and said, "You're the boss." The mailman wasted no time in plugging his stiff cock into Rusty's asshole. With both men getting serviced, they both winked at each other and said in unison, "Well, here we go again." (audience applause, roll credits, and fade out)