Date: Fri, 21 Feb 2020 17:01:13 +0000 From: Beau Kramer Subject: Sissyboy Scenes 26 (gay adult-youth) Sissyboy Scenes 26 (gay adult-youth) By Beautiful Creamer I don't do this stuff and you shouldn't either. What you should do is contribute to nifty. Reminder -- Each "Sissyboy Scenes" story stands alone. They're usually shorter than my usual rants. Film Stardom Rock Hardman was a really good waiter. On a good night, he could make as much as $200. Enough to pay his share of a two-bedroom, Los Angeles apartment with only three roommates. And still have enough to eat something other than Ramen noodles. Rock thought he was a really good actor too. Though his income as an actor lagged his waiter income by a lot. The 27-year-old should have been a star by now. He just knew it. He just hadn't found his niche yet. Though he knew what his niche wasn't. Being a very handsome man who could remember his lines and actually act, Rock should have been way more successful. When Rock's agent, Jerry, did get Rock an audition or even a screen test, the results were always the same. Looks good. Sounds good. No chemistry with actresses. Chemistry! His big dreams were derailed because of no on-screen chemistry with the ladies. Rock admitted to himself that he understood the criticism, but was powerless to change himself. Rock's relationships with women had all ended because of the nagging, manipulation and emasculation he felt women laid on him. And, of course, Rock was a nice guy. Too nice. No unregistered handgun. Not one tattoo of felony conviction. Thus, of course, Rock was of little interest to the ladies in his life so far. [Sigh] Jerry, who was as frustrated as Rock, asked Rock the big question: "Are you gay?" Rock looked shocked at first. Then thoughtful. Then he said, "I don't think so. I mean, I've never met a man who sexually attracted me." Jerry considered Rock's answer, then said, "Something is happening out there that may help us. It would involve your best asset. Something you haven't shown to these movie people yet. Give me a day or two and I'll get back to you." And Jerry was gone. Before Rock could ask him anything. Rock waited on tables for three more days, then took a call from Jerry. "Bigbucks Studio wants to interview you, Rock. Tomorrow at 2 p.m." Wow! Rock would be there. The next day, our hero entered the huge office of Hugo Caster, big-time producer guy at Bigbucks Studio and was greeted more warmly than any producer had ever greeted him. He shook hands, took a seat and listened. "I'm so happy you were able to make time for me today, Rock," Hugo said. "Your agent and I agreed yesterday that you would be the perfect lead for a new blockbuster project. He showed me some excellent pictures of you and I can see you've kept in shape." Rock was bedazzled. This big shot was thanking Rock for making time for him! Saying he was perfect for a lead! A lead! The stuff about the excellent pictures of him was odd, but so what? Hugo opened his mouth to continue, but there was a small rap on his door. Hugo looked up, excused himself and opened the door. "Ah, it's you. Right on time. Come in and meet Mr. Hardman." Rock looked up and saw Hugo leading a boy into the office. A boy. But not just a boy. He was the prettiest boy Rock had ever seen. Perhaps the prettiest boy anyone had ever seen. Hugo said, "Rock Hardman, this is Chrissie Angel." The boy extended his soft hand to Rock. "Pleased to meet you, Mr. Hardman." Rock's throat constricted as he struggled to croak out a "Likewise, Chrissie." What was going on with Rock? He was cold sweating. His cock was ferociously hard. His brain may not have been attracted to a boy yet, but his cock had other ideas. "Have a seat, gentlemen," Mr. Caster said. "Good, Now let me explain the project I have in mind for you." Anticipation. Suspense. Not to be relieved quite yet. Another rap on the door. Mr. Caster answered the door. Mumbled something to the interruptor, then returned to Rock and Chrissie. "I'm sorry, gentlemen, but I have a small crisis. Please wait for me. I shouldn't be long. Get acquainted." On the one hand, Rock was amazed and delighted at Hugo's show of respect for him, an actor with little juju. On the other hand, he was a bit unnerved to be left alone with Chrissie, someone who was emitting something that was making Rock question his basic, heterosexual nature. Rock was NOT gay! He knew that. So why were his mouth dry and his cock stiff in Chrissie's delicious presence? Alone. The two of them. Each clearing throats. Rock, being the grownup, broke the silence. "I don't know why I'm here today, do you, Chrissie?" Chrissie looked equally bewildered. Proving that he already had good acting chops. He knew exactly why he was there and was eager to play his part. "I think they want to see if you and I have chemistry, Mr. Hardman. I heard Mr. Caster say that to my Mom about today." Chemistry? That awful word again. Chemistry with a boy? Did they mean that Rock would be playing Chrissie's older brother? Or even his father? With older-guy makeup of course. Certainly they didn't mean romantic chemistry. With a boy. "That's all I know, Mr. Hardman, I'm sorry." Had Rock upset this exquisite creature? He didn't want that, so he rushed to apologize. "I didn't mean to upset you, Chrissie. I'm sure we can show Hugo that we have chemistry. And we'll get the parts. It would be fun to work with you." Rock had no basis for optimism, but it made Chrissie smile. And that was good enough. Then Hugo upped the ante. He hugged, Rock. And thanked him for his compliment. Which darn near made Rock cream his pants. Was Hugo coming back soon? Rock hoped so. Chrissie broke the hug stepped back and said, "I don't know for sure, but I think I heard my Mom tell my Dad that the movie would be the first post-Twenty-Ninth Amendment movie by a major film studio." What? That was a lot more than "That's all I know, Mr. Hardman, I'm sorry." But Rock could understand why. The boy was saying, Rock thought, that the film would be about a boy or boys exercising their Twenty-Ninth Amendment right to consent to sex at age ten years and three months. Was Chrissie going to be that boy? And, more importantly, was Rock to be the man to whom Chrissie "gives it up?" That certainly fit the circumstances of that moment. Hugo Caster wanted to see if Rock and Chrissie had sexual chemistry. Oh my! Hugo expected Rock to get nude and fuck a boy in a feature film where the audience is eating ferociously overpriced popcorn and sipping $5 diet cokes? Which, for only 50 cents more, one could upgrade to the next size. Rock would be outed as gay! To the whole world! Not only gay, but a young boy fucker! And he wasn't any of those. Not yet anyway. Horror! His grandmother would see his movie and weep! Reputational suicide. If he had one of those reputation-things to kill. Rock looked over at Chrissie, who was looking like the red bike under the Christmas tree when Rock was eleven. The little prickteaser asked, "Do you think we have chemistry, Mr. Hardman?" Rock could have gotten up and stormed out. Gone back to Podunk Junction South Dakota. Gotten a second-shift job at the button factory. Married Peggy Sue, who had gained 45 pounds since high school and already had two out-of-wedlock kids. No thanks. Rock gave Chrissie his best "get over here" smile and the boy sissied over and sat on Rock's lap. Chrissie's ass felt amazing as it rubbed against Rock's cock. The boy opened his mouth and Rock dove in for 12 minutes of famished kissing. It was amazing. For Rock. For Chrissie. For the seven hidden cameras placed around Hugo's office. At minute twelve, Rock was able to form a cogent thought: What if Mr. Caster were to come back and see them snogging? Would that be a deal-breaker? A deal-maker? Or just horribly, permanently, you'll-never-work-again-in-this-town humiliating? Rock didn't care. He had never been so sexually aroused. He HAD to take things further! So he slid his hand down the back of Chrissie's short pants and eased the little teasers down. Exposing much of Chrissie's astounding ass, but hung up in the front by Chrissie's protruding erection. Chrissie broke the kiss. Making Rock wince in anticipation of what he was almost certain would be a piercing scream of violated outrage from the boy. Pessimism was wrong that time. The boy was only assisting his about-to-be costar by unbuckling his short pants, shoving them down to his knees, then wriggling out of his shirt. Leaving himself gloriously naked!! And completely available to the full variety of Rock's filthy urges. Oh! That was the big step you hear about all your life. The one they say you need to take to risk the super good and the agonizingly bad in your life. If Hugo came in now and saw Rock with the nude Chrissie, the game would be changed forever. Thank goodness Rock had lost all reason, since the blood that normally fueled his brain had detoured to his cock. Rock joined Chrissie in a state of nudity. A very nice state. Both nude now. Groping. Gasping. Kissing. One would think that Chrissie, the more experienced of the couple at Man-boy love, would have taken the next step. But no. Rock Hardman didn't let others lead him off cliffs. He grabbed Chrissie and jumped. Landing softly with Chrissie's five-inch cock in Rock's mouth. Yum! Rock had no idea how to suck a cock properly. But he reasoned correctly that cocksucking wasn't akin to the invasion of Normandy in complexity. You take it in your mouth. You lick. You listen to what your "victim" likes. You do more of that. Which was good enough for Chrissie. Truth be told, Chrissie was way randier than he would normally be at 2:16 on a Tuesday afternoon. In preparation for his movie interview, Chrissie had resisted the impulse to have sex or even [gasp] to cum with his own hand for 42 whole hours! Which would have driven Chrissie's Daddy to grief had Chrissie's BFF Alex not stopped by to spend some spunk time with the lucky man as Chrissie practiced the sad practice of abstinence. Chrissie wanted to be ready and randy for his interview with Mr. Hardman. He wanted to be the first boy to "give it up" in a major motion picture from a big studio. And he wanted Mr. Hardman's big dick in his mouth and his bum. Chrissie had seen the pictures. It was true. Rock's "package" was by far his best asset. Rock loved the taste of Chrissie's dazzlingly beautiful penis. He loved Chrissie's enthusiastic little grunts and squeals of pleasure. Rock's enthusiastic, loving efforts were soon rewarded. A delicious mouthful of spermal perfection. Accompanied by a scream of lustful agony. Chrissie waited until the last spurt had exited its former nest. Then he pulled his penis out of his man's mouth and flung his naked body at Rock. Probing Rock's mouth with his sweet tongue. Licking up the few unswallowed morsels of Chrissie's expression of lust. Rock was in love. And he knew for sure, at that moment in his life, what "chemistry" was. So did Mr. Caster, who was watching it all in an adjoining room. Should he interrupt them, have them sign their contracts, and get the project moving before someone else puts out a Twenty-Ninth Amendment blockbuster? Not quite yet. He wanted to make sure that their fucking was screenworthy. Rock's short-term goals were compatible. Chrissie was the most willing of fuck-victims. The boy dragged himself away from Rock and began a frantic search for what he knew must be a staple of every casting room. A bottle of Spermbutt Anal Lubricant, OK. There it was. In the first drawer Chrissie opened. It would have been in the second through sixteenth drawers too, but Chrissie only needed one bottle. Chrissie handed the bottle to Rock, then got onto all fours. Wiggling his perfect ass at his soon-to-be fucker. Thankfully, Rock was fully capable of reading the bottle's label, reading Chrissie's position, and adding it up properly. More of that chemistry stuff. Without a periodic table. Or neutrons. Anyway. Rock lovingly drenched his fingers with Spermbutt Anal Lubricant, then tormented Chrissie's prostate so intensely that the boy was in tears. And PLEADING to be fucked. Knowing a good thing when he saw it, Rock slathered Spermbutt Anal Lubricant onto his excellent cock. Got onto his knees behind his young lover. Lined up his peehole with Chrissie's anus. Unceremoniously, Rock pushed. Oh no! Had Rock hurt Chrissie? Would ten of the studio's hired enforcers bust the door, come in, beat Rock to a messy mess. Then throw him into a deep hole for injuring someone who was obviously a rising star? No way. Chrissie, it seems, was crying out because the insertion of Rock's beautiful cock into Chrissie's beautiful asshole had just made Chrissie shoot a massive load of boy's cream! A tribute to Rock's lovemaking prowess. Panic over, Rock settled in for the best fuck of his life. Perhaps the best fuck of anyone's life. The boy's ass muscles gripped and grabbed Rock's penis with exquisite ardor. The fuck got better when Chrissie slid onto his back and Rock mounted him missionary style. So they could kiss. And swap tongues. Making love. Not just fucking. Wanting it all to last for at least 12 hours, Rock heroically managed 23 minutes and 43 seconds before he gave it up. Drenching Chrissie's innards as he triggered Chrissie's third cum of the best day of either of their lives. Chrissie was happy. He already had the part, but Rock was the fourth auditioner over the past two weeks and by far the best. Rock was happy. He was pretty sure he was getting the part. But even better, he was pretty sure he was getting Chrissie. And other boys his age. Hugo was happy. The scenes he had just filmed would make an amazing short film he could use to tease the blockbuster Rock and Chrissie would surely make soon. Plus Chrissie had agreed to spend the night in Hugo's bed that very night. Lots of wins there. No #metoo stuff at all. Everything done was fully consensual. And darned sexy. Should Hugo interrupt Chrissie and Rock? Getting them to sign their movie contracts? No. They were already 69-ing in preparation for a second fuck. And that would be another commercial success as an added feature in the DVD. Maybe after the third round. Or fourth. Life is good in the new, post-29 Hollywood. AUTHOR'S NOTE -- This is the shortest story I ever posted. Is that a good thing? It's just that, after a zillion stories posted here, I'm concerned about repeating myself.