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Subject: "Watch Me" chapters 7-8 by Cutter09 gay adult/youth

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Watch Me"
Chapter Seven

"But I thought I was under an exclusive contract with Dickerson's," I
mentioned on the plane, when Harry said I was going to be in a movie.

"You are. That's why they're paying me half a million to borrow you."

"First you let all those guys borrow me, now it's a movie studio," I
chuckled.

"As if you didn't like it. And you will be paid a million for a couple of
weeks' work."

"A million? Really? Who do I have to kill, or fuck? Not that idiot Italian
director I hope... Wait... am I doing a porno?"

"Nothing like that. It's actually a very dramatic film. I read the script
before I agreed to let you do it. It's the story of a teen boy coming to
grips with his sexuality. You play the love interest. The studio feels that
with your well deserved and accepted sex appeal, the audience can
understand how the boy could fall in love with you. You'll get second
billing next to the star, and you have achieved one name status. Like Cher,
or Elvis. You'll be billed as simply Brice."

"Is that a good thing? I mean, how will my playing this role affect
Dickerson't reputation?"

"With you, any publicity is good publicity, and it's going to be sexual, no
matter what the context. But I really appreciate your concern about
Dickerson's."

We landed in L.A. and went directly to the studio. I had to sign some
contract that my mother had already signed, and then I was given the
script. I trusted Harry or I wouldn't have agreed to it before reading the
script. Of course, the studio was taking a chance on me as well, having
never really acted, and they didn't make me do a screen test. They were
strictly relying on my audience appeal.

When we reached our hotel, I called my mom. "Brice, honey, I can't believe
you're going to be in a movie, and they're paying you a million for just a
couple of weeks' work. I'm so proud of you. How are you and Mr. Dickerson
getting along?"

"Who? Oh... Harry. We're fine. Let's see if they are still willing to pay
me once I've screwed up my lines."

"They've already paid you. It's in your account."

"Oh. Shit. I guess I better not mess up then."

"I hope you don't talk that way in front of M. Dickerson," Mom corrected
sternly.

"Uh... No ma'am."

 I didn't tell her I say fuck me, and give my your cock, stuff like that.

"Good. Behave yourself, and do as Mr. Dickerson tells you."

"Yes, Ma'am." If she only knew.

"Love you, Son."

"Love you too, Mom. Bye."

I only gave Harry a blow job that night, and he returned the favor. I
didn't want to be worn out when I met the star of the movie the next day. I
read about half the script, and although my part was small, it was pivotal.

The next morning we met on the studio lot. The actor, Reed Brooks, is
gorgeous. He was very nice and shook my hand. "It's a pleasure to meet the
famous Brice."

I had seen several of his movies, since we were near the same age, he's
about a year older than me, I could relate to the characters he
played. "You're just being kind. I've seen your movies, and you're probably
more famous than me."

"Well, I'm glad they chose you for this role, it makes my job a lot
easier."

"How so?"

"Take a walk with me. I'll show you around the lot as we talk."

I looked at Harry. He nodded and smiled.

There was a lot of activity as we were walking through the studio
lot. People milling about carrying parts of sets, or in costumes for
different movies being shot.

"You've seen my movies. I've done a dozen light comedies, and family
movies. I need to do something a little meatier. I don't want to be just
the funny kid in a bunch of child detectives, or the son in the family
going on a road trip to Disneyland. If I'm going to be taken seriously as
an actor, I've got to do something more dramatic. I'm getting older, and if
I don't start now, I'm never going to be offered adult roles. I'll be
typecast and age out."

"That makes sense. But how does my being chosen make your job easier?"

"My character is a teenager struggling with his sexuality. He tries to deny
his true self, and is conflicted by his feelings. It's just the kind of
role I need. The problem is, I'm not gay. I have to convince the audience
that I'm in love with your character."

"Okay...?"

"Well, uh to be honest, um... every time I see one of your commercials
I... that is... Shit, I get hard. Ok. I've met and done movies with the
hottest male actors around, and that doesn't happen. I don't think I could
be convincing with any of them."

"But you think you could be with me."

Reed smiled and looked down. There was a distinct ridge in his jeans
indicating he had an obvious erection.

"Yeah, that's pretty convincing." I chuckled.

"Yeah. I've had to make up excuses a few times because of you. And that's
why I suggested you for the part."

"You suggested?"

"We were already in pre production when your first commercial came
out. They were about to sign the guy who was in my last movie. I just
couldn't see myself having to kiss him. You caused such a commotion, I
watched your ads on Youtube, and well..." He pointedly looked down again.

"This movie focuses on the sexlife of young teens, a subject that is a
little sensitive in the public's opinion. Suddenly there is Brice. `The
legal child porn star'. Breaking the ground for us. I told the director we
should get you for the part of Chase. The media frenzy about you continued,
so he contacted Harry. This story might be about Blake's struggle, but it's
you that's gonna make it acceptable."

"Did you say something about kissing?"

The thought of kissing a gorgeous young teen movie star, and millions of
people seeing it, went straight to my dick. It's always been just me and
the camera and the hint of something else. This would be actual physical
contact with another person. I almost creamed my jeans.

"You haven't read the script? Uh... yeah we have a kissing scene. I know it
sounds gross, but I'm sure we can do it."

"No, I don't think it sounds gross at all. I mean, it's for the good of the
movie, right? And it's not like you're ugly or anything."

"Here we are," Reed said.

"Here we are, where?" I asked. Looking around, I noticed we were in the
middle of a row of trailers.

"This in my trailer."

"We get trailers?" I said, confused.

"I do because I'm in almost every scene of the movie, and will be shooting
for a long time. They put you up in the hotel because you're only going to
be here a couple of weeks. They changed the production schedule so we can
do all your scenes in that timeframe."

Reed opened the door and we stepped in. It wasn't as nice as the motor home
we took on our road trip, but it was a really nice travel trailer. Sitting
area, kitchenette, bathroom, bedroom.

He is probably five inches taller than me, so as I stood in front of him, I
was looking up into his eyes. "When are we doing the kissing scene?" I
asked in a breathy half whisper.

"Um... Uh... I'm not sure. Uh... I think we are doing the basketball scene
tomorrow. Um... Blake and Chase have been best friends for five years."
Reed says, continuing to look into my eyes "Um... Blake is starting to have
feelings for Chase other than just friends. Ummm... We're playing one on
one, and when you try to get the ball from me, you accidentally grab my
crotch."

"So, I'm supposed to make it look like an accident?" I asked as if it
wouldn't be.

Reed swallowed loudly. "Uh... Yes, it's an accident. But Chase discovers
that Blake has an erection from watching Chase in his small shorts. Chase
isn't bothered by it, and sort of grins at Blake. Blake is angry for
feeling like he does and shoves Chase away."

"So, the first scene we do together, I'm supposed to grab your dick?"

Reed nodded, but was breathing heavy.

Without looking down, I said, "Like this?" and grabbed his crotch. There
was no mistaking I had hold of an extremely hard and sizable cock.

He only nodded again as we stared into each other's eyes for at least
thirty seconds.

"Acting is easy, but aren't you supposed to push me away?" I pointed out as
my hand examined his length.

"I will... tomorrow."

That was all the permission I needed. I knelt in front of him and reached
for the button on his jeans. He watched me as I slowly slid the zipper
down, then pulled his pants and underwear down at the same time. A nice
seven incher flew out, and I was on it in a second. My hand gripped the
base as my mouth engulfed the knob, and slid down it.

"Oh Jesus, Brice."

I glided back and forth over his cock for a couple of minutes, making sure
to give the head special attention. Then removed his cock from my
mouth. "Is this what you imagine when you see my commercials?"

His eyes were still on me. "God, yes. It's exactly as I imagined. You on
your knees in front of me. My cock in your face. It's a dream come true."

I sucked him some more, taking him to the point that his legs began to
quiver. Then I asked, "Is this why you suggested me for the part? Were you
hoping this would happen?"

"Mmm, yes."

I took him to the edge. When he was close again, I asked, "Anything else?"

"God, please don't stop again... Your butt, I love your butt."

I swallowed his cock again, and he soon erupted in my mouth. His cum was
delicious, and I hoped to get more over the next two weeks.

I stood up, still gripping his dick. "I hope I can make it look accidental
tomorrow."

"And I hope I can push you away. That was incredible."

"If you don't, we're going to scare the film crew," I laughed.

He pulled up his pants and said, "Or make them jealous."

We met up with Harry, and said our goodbyes. "How was he?" Harry asked.

"Very tasty."

"I swear you could seduce a dead monk," Harry laughed.

"I haven't had a monk. Know any?"

The next day we `played' basketball. Reed told me they asked him if he
wanted a prosthesis. He said he wouldn't need it. As the cameras rolled, it
was easy to see something moving around in his shorts. They constantly
zeroed in on his face as he stared at my butt. He was getting more
flustered as things progressed.

I'm not very good at basketball, so it made my accidental grab
believable. I was to his side and a little behind him when I really did
accidentally grab his cock. My mind went to how he tasted, and I smiled at
him. Reed's face clouded over, and he shoved both my shoulders hard. My
mind was still on what had transpired yesterday, so my shocked expression
was real as my butt hit the asphalt, watching Reed/Blake storm off the
court.

I jumped up and ran after him. "Blake. What's wrong man?"

"Nothing. Just stay away from me!"

"It was an accident. It doesn't mean anything. We're friends, no one..."

"I said stay the hell away from me," he screamed in my face.

I don't know how I dredged up the tear that slid down my cheek as I stood
there watching my friend leave. I think it was because he screamed at me,
like the Italian director. I'm not used to people screaming in my face.

"CUT! Fucking fabulous. Both of you. Just fucking fabulous," the director
yelled.

In the next scene, we're at a school dance. It happens to be the night
after the basketball scene. I'm dancing with my date, and ignoring Blake. I
don't have any lines in this scene, but I catch Blake looking at me, and
turn my back to him, because I'm angry over his behavior on the court.

For his part, Reed/Blake is also with a date, but can't concentrate on her
because I'm there. She drags him from the gym out to a hallway. They're
making out, but nothing is happening downstairs, no matter how hard Blake
tries. Then I walk out with my date and see him there. I acted like I
didn't even know him, and we went to the other end of the hall and started
kissing.

Blake is watching me and my date making out, and getting more
frustrated. He finally slams his fist against the locker and walks out on
his date.

In the meantime, the actress playing my date (Wendy something) is really
getting into our makeout session. She reaches down and grabs my crotch. Of
course I'm surprised because it isn't in the script. I tried to not show
any shock, the cameras are still rolling. She grinds her pelvis into me and
grabs my ass with her free hand, pulling me into her. I'm trying to stay in
character, so I reach up and put my hand on her tit. I hear him slam his
fist into the locker, so I peek down the hall in time to see Blake leave. I
push my date away and go after him, but by the time I get outside, he's
gone.

"Are you sure you've never acted professionally before?" the director asked
later.

"Nothing more than commercials," I replied as my eyes scanned around for
Reed. Spotting him in the distance, I said, "Excuse me."

"Where did you run off to?" I asked him.

"I ... Uh I had to take care of something."

"Like what?" I asked innocently.

"Ok, Damn. I had to go jerk off Alright?"

I glanced at his crotch. "Looks like your problem is back."

"You're going to make these two weeks impossible for me." Reed groaned.

"Are you sure it's your character that's struggling with his identity?"

"I wasn't until you came along. And we're supposed to do the kissing scene
tomorrow. I hope I can control myself."

"Hmm... Maybe we should go to your trailer and rehearse it."

Reed will make a great romantic lead in movies, he's a great kisser. And
when I slid down to my knees in front of him, he let me know how much he
appreciated it with his moans

"Mmm I wish I had met you a couple of years ago. I've been wanting a blow
job."

"I wasn't sucking dick back then. So I'm your first cocksucker?"

"First anything. Maybe you're right about not just my character being
confused. I really like this."

"I hear girls suck dick too, only not as good as boys," I told him as I
swallowed his cock again.  *********** "Ok guys, let's see if we can get
through this. Reed, I need you to go from anger to acceptance to desire in
about a minute. Can you do that for me?" the director asked.

"Sure thing," Reed replied.

In the scene, Blake/Reed answers Chase's knock at the door. "Blake, why
won't you talk to me? What did I do wrong?"

"Nothing. Just leave me alone," Blake/Reed replied, walking away.

"But you're my best friend. I don't understand..." I said as I grabbed his
shoulders, turning him to face me.

"Leave me alone! I can't be around you anymore!" Reed shouted in my
face. Tears began to stream down my cheeks, as I stared at him, waiting for
the kiss.

"Cut! Reed, I said anger, acceptance, desire. He's the sexiest boy on the
planet, and you give me anger, pity, and shame. Let's try it again. Oh and
Brice, nice touch with the tears. Can you do that again?"

"Yeah, but keep the camera rolling. He'll get there I promise."

We started over. When he screamed in my face the tears flowed again, but
Reed/Blake leaned in and kissed me. It turned passionate quickly. Reed then
broke our embrace, again denying his feelings.

"What do you expect from me?" Blake said, as he gazed into my eyes.

I turned and walked toward the bedroom door, pulled my shorts down exposing
my butt to a camera for the first time, then stepped through the door. A
moment later Reed/Blake followed me.

"Cut! Fucking Brilliant Brice! Reed, Baby, you were beautiful too." We
heard the director yelling from the other room. I had to pry Reed's hand
off my butt to go back out.

"I'm beginning to think this movie is about me," Reed said thirty minutes
later in his trailer, as he was preparing to plow his cock in and out of my
ass.

"Don't worry about it. I seem to have that effect on people. Now fuck me."

He did, and damn was it good. He wasn't fifteen yet, but he has a really
nice cock. And for a beginner, uses it very well. He slid in and out of me
doggy style for fifteen minutes, even reached around to stroke my dick for
me. I shot my load on his bed, then he leaned over me and held my dick in
one hand and my belly in the other, humping me until he filled my ass with
his cream.

In the hotel room that night, Harry was fingering my ass. "Someone is full
of movie star cum."

"Yeah. Is that alright?"

"You know I like you to have fun. Was he any good?"

Mmm, yes. I really like him too."

"Should I be worried?" Harry asked.

"No. I love you Harry. But I'm going to be fucking him for a couple of
weeks."

"That's fine, my little superstar."

The next day we had a gym shower scene to do. It appears early in the film,
and is when Blake's struggles began. From that point on, Blake has trouble
being around Chase, and every scene he gets more and more frustrated. Till
he hits his breaking point in the kissing scene.

Although for the filming, we're wearing black underwear, we're only filmed
from the chest up so it looks like we're naked. The crew is treated to
seeing both of us erect in undies. Chase is happily chatting away, as Blake
is storing up memories for his spank bank, even though he isn't aware that
is its eventual use. Which will be alluded to later in the film through
flashbacks. Blake starts to get an erection, and hurries out of the shower
before Chase can notice it.

Immediately after our scene, Reed and I were in his trailer with his cock
buried in me. He had me on my back on the edge of the bed. He played with
my dick while fucking in and out of my grateful hole. The look on his face
said he was fascinated with my dick, and was delighted when he made me cum
in his hand.

He fired his load in me, then slumped forward, and kissed my lips. "God I
love you." When I didn't reply, he said, "Don't you have anything to say?"

"Look, Reed, I really like you a lot, but you're in love with Brice the tv
star with the tight ass. You don't even know the real me. I'm just afraid
you're all caught up in this character you're playing. You're straight,
remember?"

"Maybe it's not just a story. Maybe it's really happening. Maybe it's
happening to me. I think about you all the time."

"I'm not going to be here much longer. Let's just enjoy the time we have
and see what happens later."

We only had a few more scenes to film that were just establishing the
friendship background of the two characters. They were easy to do, and
because we had done the important scenes quickly, I was finished with the
project within a week.

They asked me to stay around in case I was needed for retakes. I didn't
mind, I was in a nice hotel, and getting plenty of teen movie star
dick. One day Reed was in my hotel room, pounding me doggy style, when
Harry came in. Reed froze mid stroke, nervous about being caught.

"Don't worry about me. Just pretend I'm not here," Harry said.

"It's ok," I reassured him.

So Harry got to watch a movie star fuck me. Well, I guess I'm a movie star
now too, so he got to watch two movie stars fucking. Ok, maybe I'm not a
star yet, but I've made a movie.

"Watch Me" Chapter Eight

"Why are we going to Canada?" I asked Harry.

I'm trying to get a foothold in the Canadian market. The Minister of
Commerce has a daughter who has a major crush on you. It's her fifteenth
birthday and you're invited to the party. That should help grease the wheel
so I can open stores there."

"Okay, you're the boss. And you know how I like greasy things."

"She doesn't know you're coming, and they want you to sing `Happy Birthday'
to her."

"Sounds like a lot of grease, I hope it works."

When I found out I was supposed to wear my signature booty shorts, I asked
Harry to get my long London Fog coat from my luggage.

There were a couple of hundred people in attendance, as I waited in a side
room to be introduced.

"Her father announced something in French over a microphone,paused then
added, "Brice!"

I came out to huge applause. "Is it okay if I speak English?"

"Yes." Came the response from the crowd.

"Good, because I don't know anything French. Well, maybe one thing. No, I
think that's considered Greek."

Applause and whistles from the audience.

"It's not that kind of party, Brice," her father joked from the sideline.

"No? Then why was I invited?"

More laughter from the audience.

"When they told me I was going to Canada, I assumed it would be cold. Would
you mind if I take off this coat?" I asked as I fanned myself with my hand.

More applause and wolf whistles as I took off the coat to reveal my booty
shorts. I turned and tossed the coat to a nearby server, who dropped the
two drinks he was carrying to catch it.

"Poor man can't seem to hold his liquor. Maybe he just needs another kind
of licker," I told the audience.

Laughter

"I just flew in from Hollywood. Yep, I made a movie with Reed Brooks. Can
you believe we actually had a kissing scene?

Whistles and applause.

"It wasn't so bad, and he's really good in.... I mean, he's great in the
movie."

More applause and whistles.

"And I actually did a nude scene. I don't suppose anyone is interested in
seeing..." I glanced down at my crotch. "No, not that. This." I turned my
backside to them.

Another eruption from the audience.

"I'm not Bieber, but I wanted to sing to the birthday girl." I started
walking toward her and began a slow breathy `Happy Birthday' ala Marilyn
Monroe/President Kennedy. When I reached the table she was sitting at, I
finished the song and leaned down to give her a kiss. She grabbed my butt
and gave it a squeeze.

The audience erupted again.


 Amilia gestured to the seat beside her and I sat down. At the table were
her parents, an older couple who were probably grandparents, a boy of
around fourteen, brother I assumed, another boy of about seventeen sitting
on the other side of her, boyfriend I assumed.

I felt a little out of place, being underdressed, but they didn't seem to
mind. Her grandmother kept giving me the stink eye though. The food was
good and I was having a good time considering I didn't really know anyone
there, and didn't speak the language.

When the band played a slow song, Amilia grabbed my hand and dragged me to
the dance floor. I'm sure we looked pretty comical, her in party clothes
and four inches taller than me in my booty shorts.

When the party began to wind down, her grandparents were the first to
leave. Soon followed by her parents. Then she grabbed my hand again and led
me back to the side room I had been in. Suddenly she's all over me. Kissing
and groping, all while pulling her clothes off.

I've had lots of sex, but I'd never been around a naked girl. I admit I was
pretty nervous, especially when she knelt in front of me and started to
peel down my booty shorts. My nerves had a bad effect on my dick, which was
at its least impressive state. She was on a mission though, and took it
into her mouth.

I heard something and looked towards the door. Her brother and boyfriend
entered. I thought I was dead meat until they began undressing. They were
watching her blow me, which had its usual effect. I rose to the occasion.

Her brother stepped over to me, and I reached for his dick. It was about
the same size as mine, then I saw the boyfriend. It was easy to see what
she liked about him. He was as big as Leo, but uncut.

Amilia got in front of me doggy style and pushed herself back onto my
dick. I was inside a pussy for the first time. Her brother straddled her so
I could suck him, her boyfriend went behind me and shoved his thick cock up
my ass. I was being spit roasted and fucking a girl at the same time.

Those Canadians know how to throw a party, and make a guest feel at
home. By the end of the night, I had fucked every hole, and had both cocks
in me twice. Best party ever, and they'll always remember the experience.

"How was the party? Any problems with the language barrier?" Harry asked
later.

"We really didn't talk much. But I found out I prefer cock over pussy."

"You fucked the birthday girl?"

"And her brother and her boyfriend, and they fucked me. I don't think
you'll have any problems getting permission to open stores here."  ********
It seemed forever since I'd been home. Mom was glad to see me, and said how
proud she was of me. She didn't say anything about me being called a child
porn star, although her eyes did dart to my booty shorts a few times

Then she said, "I can't believe Mr. Dickerson makes you say all that
suggestive dialogue."

"He doesn't. There really isn't a script. I just say whatever comes to me,
and it seems to work."

. She gave me a funny look, then asked about how I was doing, and I told
her Harry makes sure I get everything I need, but I didn't elaborate. We
talked about making the movie. I told her it was a lot different than
making commercials. I wasn't used to following a script. But I thought they
liked my performance, especially my co-star.

I had forgotten about the new house, and felt a little strange there. I
guess I had just gotten used to Harry's house, and hotel rooms. I spent the
night, but was itching to leave. After breakfast I called Leo to come for
me, and told Mom I was filming another commercial. It was true, but not for
a few days.Of course being away from dick for more than twenty four hours
might have had some impact too.

I love my mom, but somehow I've outgrown her. I'm not her little boy
anymore. I've experienced a whole new world now. A world where I'm the
center of attention. Attention that I crave. And sex that would melt the
skin from her bones if she knew about it.

My next commercial, I'm in the produce section again, talking to a stock
boy. I pick up two coconuts. "These nuts are filled with creamy juice. Some
people like the taste, some don't. Some just like the meat that comes with
them. What about you? Do you like the creamy juice?"

The boy just nods. Later I found out he does, when he blew me in the
stockroom.

The following Saturday I was bored. Harry was out of town, and I had been
cooped up all summer. I ask Leo to take me to a movie just to get out and
do something.

"That's probably not a good idea Brice."

"If you don't want to take me, that's fine. I can get an Uber."

"Okay... I'll take you. But remember I warned you." Then he strapped on his
shoulder holster and gun, before slipping his jacket over it.

So we're standing in line for tickets to see the latest Marvel movie, and I
wasn't really paying attention, too busy looking at all the teen boys
around. Then I noticed that everyone was staring at me.

A girl around eleven years old ran to the theater door and yelled to her
friend, "Matty, Brice is here!" That's when all eight doors of the
multiplex theater opened, and a mass of people swarmed out.

Suddenly I was mobbed. I could feel them pawing at me. My hair was pulled,
shirt ripped off, hands all over me. Leo managed to force his way through
and grab me. By the time he got me to the car, my jeans and underwear were
at my calves, my shoes and one sock gone, shirt gone too.

"SHIT!! What the fuck was that?" I hollered in the car as Leo sped out of
the parking lot.

"That was celebrity. Welcome to it. When Elvis wanted to go to the movies,
he'd rent the entire theater and invite friends to watch with him."

"I'm not Elvis."

"No. You're a lot sexier than he was."

"But why this all of a sudden?"

"It's been coming. Having you noticed how I rush you through airports and
stuff?"

"Yeah, but I just thought you were in a hurry."

"Nope. Trying to get you out before being recognized."

"Fuck! What's it going to be like once they see my butt on the big screen?"

Just then I heard my phone ring, it was between the carseats. "Oh thank
God. I thought I'd lost it in that mob. Hello?"

"Brice, I've got to see you. It's been forever."

"Reed? What the hell man? It's only been about ten days."

"Yeah, like I said, forever. Can you get away and come to L.A.?"

"No. I have commitments here. Call that chick Wendy, she wants some dick."

"I don't want her. I want you."

"Sorry, I can't. I promise I'll be there for the premier, but probably not
before."

Leo was chuckling. I gave him a dirty look as I hung up the phone. "What's
so funny?"

"You must've done him good. Turned a straight movie star gay."

"Yeah, well just how many women have you fucked since you met me?"

That shut him up.

Chapter nine coming soon

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