Date: Mon, 8 Oct 2018 22:36:48 +0200
From: Daneol Lambert <danthaman2001@gmail.com>
Subject: The IT Crowd (part 1)

I have been reading other's stories for a long time and was finally
inspired to write my own. Thanks to all the hot Nifty authors who have
stimulated this story. It involves four of the handsome young men from the
film IT.

All the normal disclaimers: age of reader in your country, fictional story,
don't know the orientation of any of these actors, implying nothing about
their real private lives, just for fun, etc etc.

Hope you enjoy. Hit me up with comments, suggestions, etc. Whether you love
it or hate it. I'd love to hear from you: danthaman2001@gmail.com


THE IT CROWD

Jaeden sat in the trailer, his legs crossed, his cheeks flushed red with
embarrassment. His fourteen-year-old boy boner was enraged, and he was
wearing a pair of retro tighty-whities. They were doing little to conceal
the 3.5-inch needle trying to break free. He hoped none of the boys had
noticed.

Finn had.

But Finn was also preoccupied with other matters. Namely Jack, who had
become his not-so-secret boyfriend over the course of the shoot. Jaeden
might have fancied both Finn and Jack, but he knew he'd never come between
them, and he shipped Fack just like every other fangirl on the circuit.

Finn was pinned against the wall of the trailer now as the rambunctious
Jack shimmied against him. They were both wearing their white briefs too. A
gruelling (and freezing) day of shooting had ended as it usually did, with
the boys unwinding privately in their trailers. And with Jack rubbing up
against Finn.

Jaeden was certain he smelt weed. It was almost certainly Jack. That boy
was going to regret that silly habit one of these days. Jaeden, on the
other hand, was squeaky-clean. Jaeden was only a month younger than Finn,
and both were older than Jack. But Jaeden felt like the little boy of the
bunch. He seemed na•ve against the other two hornier teens. Jack had
called him frigid once, but had apologised later, blaming the pot.

Jaeden's young cock continued to strain against the elastic of his undies
as he watched his two friends fornicate. He wanted to shuffle off to his
own room and be alone, maybe have a sad tug on his steel-solid nail. He was
hoping one day soon he might sperm when he jacked off. He wasn't quite
there yet. It was obvious too, as his testicles had yet to descend and he
was still completely hairless from below his ears. Finn had wisps above his
decent-sized dick and Jaeden knew he'd recently started producing
cum. Apparently, Jack was very "fond of Finn's fondant".

Jack was a different story. He looked all cute and innocent, but there was
a wild streak in him and a wicked flash would sparkle in his eye when he
sensed the chance to be naughty. He was cheeky too. But Jack backed it up
with a thicker bush than even Finn, a plumper, if slightly shorter penis,
and the beginnings of dark hairs on his legs. Jack had also been cumming
for about a year. A fact he often shared with his older co-stars. He seemed
to be an insatiable masturbator too, since most of the surfaces in his
bedroom and the shared bathroom were always sticky.

This was no ordinary trailer, of course. Three of the stars of a major
motion picture wouldn't be housed in any old caravan, even if they were
minors. They were allowed their own free, uninterrupted time when they
weren't studying or shooting. They were doing shooting of their own Ð
well, at least Jack was. The trailer fitted all three boys
comfortably. Jack often jumped in bed with Finn, with whom he shared
bunks. Jaeden had his own room at the very back, beside the ample-sized
bathroom.  Jaeden just sat, watching his two friends, knowing he really
should leave them alone and go play with himself in his room. But he was
captivated by the boys. Of course, Jaeden had come to terms with his own
sexuality but no one had really ever asked, not since Finn and Jack were
the centre of attention most of the time. No one had assumed three of the
boys would all turn out to be gay.

Jack ran his hands up and down Finn's soft body and the older boy
moaned. Finn responded by shoving his hand down Jack's briefs and began
jerking him off. It was Jack's turn to groan. Jaeden was mesmerised by the
fondling and thrusting. It was a little untamed and looked awkward to
Jaeden, who liked things ordered and simple. Suddenly, Jack turned away
from Finn, exposing his small but thick cock in its full mast glory to
Jaeden. "Oops, sorry Jay!" grinned Jack, who hadn't realised the third boy
was still sitting there.

"Umm, so Jack and I are gonna go... I mean we'd love to... it's just..."
Finn didn't know where to start or end his sentence.

"It's fine," murmured Jaeden, his face redder than the head of Jack's hard
on.

"You like sitting in your whities, do ya Jay?" asked Jack, with the wild
flicker in his eyes.

"I... uh..." Jaeden swallowed, crossed his legs and folded his arms across
his chest, in an attempt to cover his half-naked body.

"Oh, wait, maybe he likes sitting in his whities watching boys jerk each
other!" Jack's eyes blazed and his mouth made a camp `O' and he slapped his
own backside.

"Jack!" Roared Finn with embarrassment, "Leave Jaeden alone, come on..."
And with that they were gone. Finn bundled Jack up the corridor. Jack's
hands were all over Finn's soft stomach and tweaking his puffy
nipples. Then the door slid across. Jaeden heard the two boys slump on the
bottom bunk and Jack was making pig noises as he snuffled Finn's belly
button.

Jaeden let his head fall back, closed his eyes and let out a huge
sigh. From relief and anguish. He couldn't believe how awkward the past
five minutes had been. And all because he couldn't get up with a
stiffy. The worst thing was, Jack had called him out on it anyway.

Jaeden sat in near silence. He could hear fumbling from down the cabin. His
hand rested on his crotch and he rubbed gently at the white cotton, feeling
the flesh rod beneath. He flicked his fringe away and rested his head back
on the chair. Closing his eyes, his thin fingers felt for the elastic of
the underwear. Today's shoot, all the boys naked except for their white
y-fronts, playing in the lake, splashing and horsing around. He'd had to
remember lines and that he should be acting. The pressure of the shoot had
stopped him from getting a hard on. But now he was remembering and his
little dick was playing along.

His fingertips touched the end of his circumcised erection and he
shivered. He yelped a little, knowing the other two boys wouldn't hear
him. Now his hand was wrapped around the shaft, his thumb playing with his
exposed cock head. He was dry but it felt good. Just to hold it. To move
the skin gently up and down. The shaft was warm, the head was hot.

Jaeden melted away with the wank. Letting himself go. Letting his normally
uptight, precise personality wash away. For a few moments, even fleeting
seconds if that's how long he would last, he wanted to be naughty like
Jack. Be naughty and be comfortable with it.

A face flashed through his mind. His senses were fizzing, the electricity
sparked from the very tip of his cock, shooting down the shaft and rumbling
in his tight ball sack. The sexual energy zapped down his slim legs and
gave him butterflies. The sensation rattled around his thin chest and
pulsed through his arms, making his fingertips tingle. The same fingertips
that grasped his buzzing bulge. His throat was dry and he gasped once, then
twice. His eyes were screwed tight, the lights dancing behind his
eyelids. That face again. Even his hair seemed as if it were standing on
end, such was the sensation in his scalp. Jaeden groaned, louder than he
realised, his face contorted and his mouth wide open. He was jerking
furiously, lost in a sea of nervous energy, energetic boyhood and
uninhibited lust. One more `oh' escaped his angelic lips. That same face
one more time. One he hadn't expected. He was so close.

Jaeden's head nearly exploded. Both of them. He was shaken from his sexual
stupor and was now wide awake. Someone had tried the handle of his
trailer. Not that this should be surprising, it was barely seven
o'clock. He sat bolt upright and looked around for his clothes, remembering
he hadn't been wearing anything else when they entered the trailer after
the shoot. "Just a minute!" Jaeden called as someone tried the door
again. He said it loud enough so maybe Jack and Finn would hear. They
probably wouldn't. They'd be rutting by now. Finn was probably inside Jack
even now. Jaeden stopped, closed his eyes, and tried to shake that image
from his brain. He was trying hard to make his hard on go away.

He took two long deep breaths, stood so that his body would be covered by
the door, clicked the latch and opened it just a little.

Jaeden was confronted by the face he'd seen while he was masturbating. The
face of the beautiful boy who had been fuelling his jerk session. The one
who'd almost brought him to orgasm.

"Uh, hi!" Jaeden smiled weakly, trying desperately to hide both his body
and his feelings. Jaeden hadn't really realised what he'd been feeling,
that he wasn't attracted to Jack or Finn at all. The boy who Jaeden dreamed
about was standing right in front of him.

"Well, can I come in, I'm freezing my butt off in these." Wyatt pushed his
way in to the trailer, where he hoped he'd get warm.

"You haven't gotten dressed?" Asked Jaeden, trying to process about eight
thoughts and a million feelings in one go.

"Neither did you!" Beamed Wyatt.

"Oh, yeah, no!" And Jaeden promptly sat down, realising his dick was still
at half-mast.

"You ok, Jay?" Asked Wyatt, picking an apple from the boy's untouched fruit
bowl and taking a healthy bite. "Oh, shoot, the other two aren't at it, are
they?" Wyatt rolled his eyes.

Jaeden looked at Wyatt for a moment. He was a picture of heavenly
beauty. He was easily the best built of the teenage boys. His shoulders
broader, his muscles slightly better defined. He had developing abs and
biceps and a stronger jawline. Jaeden thought him handsome, not far off
Jaeden's height but much more solidly built. Yet, slender, with a bulge
that...

Jaeden's head flicked up and he looked directly at Wyatt.

"You sure you're ok dude?" Wyatt pushed.

"Weird shoot, I guess." Answered Jaeden without fluffing his lines.

"You're not wrong there. I keep dreaming about that damn clown!" Wyatt's
smile was intoxicating, his eyes sparkled but out of kindliness and warmth,
rather than Jack's devilish demeanour. Wyatt's features were perfect,
thought Jaeden, lost in the boy's curly hair and...

Fuck, thought Jaeden. I'm doing it again. It was then that Jaeden realised
that Wyatt never swore. He'd say `damn' and `shoot', but the
fourteen-year-old was pretty wholesome for a boy filming a Hollywood
blockbuster. He immediately felt bad for swearing himself. He flushed red.

"How's the shoulder?" Asked Wyatt. Jaeden had slipped during filming,
coming down hard on his collar bone and bruising his shoulder.

"It's, um, ok, I guess." Jaeden, who was still sitting, was looking
directly at waist height. He wasn't looking at Wyatt's package, even though
it seemed healthy. He was studying the boy's stomach and hips. They were
perfect, thought Jaeden. He was perfect.

"You want me to kiss it better?" Wyatt smiled and took another bite of
apple.

"I'm sorry, what?" Jaeden shook his head. He'd zoned out a couple of times
since Wyatt had showed up and it was beginning to look suspicious.

"I said, you want me to kiss it bet..." Wyatt didn't have time to finish.

"Yes."

Jaeden had blurted out the single word softly but matter-of-factly. The two
boys stared at each other. Both flushed red. Jaeden's whole body tingled
like it had before. It was almost as if he was back inside his jerk-off
dream. Maybe Wyatt wasn't here at all. This was the dream. Surely. His hot,
younger friend, the boy he fantasised about, didn't just drop by in his
tighty-whities and bite into an apple. It was some sort of weird sex
dream. The apple was the forbidden fruit that Jaeden was not allowed to
taste. He waited for the climax.

"Fuck." The word escaped Wyatt's kissable lips in exactly the same fashion
Jaeden's answer had.

Jaeden looked at Wyatt. He was here. This was real. And he'd just asked him
to kiss him. "You never swear!" Jaeden said softly. His senses were
heightened but he was lost in this most perfect moment. He had run out of
embarrassment for today. Here he was standing half-naked in front of his
dream boy, and he didn't care what happened next. A world of weight lifted
off his shoulders. He took a deep breath.

"I've never had to swear before!" Smiled Wyatt. The boy was always
smiling. He put the apple down and wiped the corner of his cute mouth with
the back of his hand. "Do you really want me to kiss it? Kiss... you?" He
asked his slender friend.

"I don't know. I mean. Yes. I mean. Yes, yes, I do." Jaeden waited for a
second, before adding, "only if you want to. I mean, were you joking? I
mean, yes, I do."

"Well I wouldn't have asked." Wyatt was nervous, trembling slightly,
although he was also standing in just his underwear.

"You might have been joking. Were you joking?" Jaeden reiterated to be
sure.

"You asked that already." Wyatt stood his ground for a moment, making sure
that Jaeden wanted this as much as he did.

"So, you weren't joking?"

"Jeez, dude, no! I wasn't joking." Wyatt stood to his full height, just shy
of Jaeden. He puffed his chest. Jaeden groaned to himself seeing the
younger boy try to make himself look bigger. He didn't need too, he was
already damn sexy as far as Jaeden was concerned.

The two boys took a step closer. Wyatt subtly took control. He'd waited for
his moment. Just to be sure. But watching Jaeden watching him all day Ð
both in their underwear Ð it had become obvious he had a chance. From
day one, Wyatt only had eyes for the tall, thin, fresh-faced boy with the
bright eyes and interesting eyebrow. Wyatt thought it made Jaeden look hot.

"But I don't want to kiss your shoulder." Wyatt whispered, "I want to kiss
your..."

"I know."

With those last hushed words, the two boys locked lips. Jaeden weakened at
the knees and Wyatt's hands went to the boy's firm butt. He clenched the
cheeks hard and Jaeden moaned in Wyatt's open mouth as they began to share
tongues.

"Oh my god!" Jaeden stuttered, running his hand up Wyatt's strong yet
boyish torso.

"I know, right!" Returned Wyatt, slipping his hand down the elastic of
Jaeden's undies to get a better purchase on his smooth cheeks.

Jaeden stepped back.

"What? Shoot, what did I do? Too fast, damn, sorry!" Spluttered Wyatt,
fearing his hand down his best friend's briefs was too much too soon.

"No," Jaeden took a step back in to calm his friend. "Your hand is cold!"
Jaeden laughed and Wyatt smiled that beautiful smile again. Some of the
tension broke.

Jaeden, momentarily feeling like the older, wiser boy, hooked the front of
Wyatt's briefs with his finger and drew him in. They kissed briefly. A
gentle, dry, tender kiss. They looked into each other's eyes. Then Jaeden's
gaze ran down Wyatt's smooth, sexy body.

"Hey, my eyes are up here, bro?" Quipped Wyatt, winking. He secretly loved
that Jaeden was so clearly turned on by his body.

"I see you when I close my eyes. Your beautiful face," Jaeden looked deep
into Wyatt's eyes and bore his soul. Wyatt flushed. "I've waited for this
moment since I met you. I always knew, have always known, that I'm gay. I
thought I wanted Jack or Finn, but knew I was safe because they have each
other. That meant I didn't have to say, to come out. Then I kept seeing
you, and every time I saw you, I knew it would break my heart if one day I
couldn't have you. Even if it's just once." Jaeden held Wyatt's strong jaw
in his hand. He felt like he was ten, twenty years older and wiser. This
was the boldest he'd ever been.

"Can we kiss again?" For the first time, Jaeden saw the younger boy in
Wyatt. He may have been a better build, more grown up in many ways, not to
mention the bulge, but for this moment he was a soft, genuine,
fourteen-year-old.

"We can do better than that," whispered Jaeden, kissing Wyatt to keep him
sweet, before pouting his lips and snaking his way down the boy's neck and
across his blemish-free skin. Wyatt smelt of the salty lake, the sweat of
the shoot, and an unmistakable whiff of some cologne. Wyatt had sprayed
himself before coming to the trailer. Jaeden licked gently at Wyatt's firm,
pink nipples before kissing the developing muscles on his stomach. Finally,
with Jaeden on his knees, the older boy hooked the elastic of Wyatt's
undies and pulled them down his hairless legs.

Wyatt gasped and shivered, his hands held Jaeden's head, playing with his
floppy brown hair and caressing his large ears. Jaeden pressed his nose to
Wyatt's smooth groin and he opened his eyes for the first time since he had
departed the boy's mouth. Wyatt's thick boy cock sprang out at him. It was
as big as Jaeden assumed, larger than any of the other boys. It must have
been over 4 inches. It was nearly completely hard. Jaeden noticed it
straight away. The bead of wetness at the end. Like Jaeden, Wyatt was
completely hairless, but unlike him he was uncut Ð and leaking precum.
"You can cum?" Jaeden looked up at Wyatt.

"Yes!" Wyatt smiled again.

"Then I want to taste it."

"Fucking hell!" Gasped Wyatt with an unapologetic use of the f-word.

"You're sexy when you swear!" Said Jaeden, turning his attention back to
Wyatt's cock.

"Fuck!" Groaned Wyatt, liberally using words that might turn Jaeden on even
more.

Jaeden licked the bead of precum away, before peeling back the layer of
skin on the shaft of the thick boy meat, and softly wrapping his mouth
around the dick. Wyatt yelped and Jaeden calmed him with two hands on his
firm thighs. The slender boy might have been new to this, but he sucked
cock like a pro. It came naturally. In that moment, both boys shared a
silent thought Ð that young Jaeden might just end up being the biggest
faggot of all of them.

For his part, Jaeden wanted to be used by Wyatt. He wanted to suck him dry,
like he saw on the porn he watched on his computer. Then he wanted to offer
Wyatt his hole. He wanted Wyatt to fuck him.

Wyatt, lost in many new sensations, groped his lover's head, scrunching his
hair and trying to resist the temptation to face fuck him like a jack
rabbit. Jaeden deep throated him all the same. It wasn't the biggest dick
in the world, but it was Jaeden's first after all, but he munched it down
heroically. The boy on his knees looked up, loving the feeling of Wyatt's
hands in his hair and cock in his mouth. Wyatt's head had rocked back, his
mouth slightly open, his eyes shut. Jaeden smiled without missing a
beat. There was a glimmer of sweat on Wyatt's stud torso.

Jaeden sucked down hard and slowly pulled his mouth off Wyatt's cock. Wyatt
gasped and wheezed. "Don't stop, don't stop. I need to cum." He panted,
looking down desperately at his little cock-sucking lover.

"Cum in me." Jaeden said, pulling himself up to his full height and drawing
Wyatt in for a deep kiss. The curly haired beauty could taste himself on
the cute boy's lips and tongue.

"I was going to." Mewed Wyatt, still feeling his cock fizzle and
crackle. He was ready to pop.

"No! In me. Inside me. In my pussy, Wyatt. I want your cock in me." Jaeden,
his voice deeper than Wyatt remembered.

"Ok, ok, I want that too!" The two boys shuffled to the couch and Jaeden
lay back on the cool leather. He instinctively lifted up his legs and Wyatt
placed them on his shoulders. His cock lined up directly with Jaeden's
shiny, untouched boy hole. "Are you sure?" Wyatt wanted to be certain. The
skinny kid only got to lose his cherry once.

"Fuck me, Wy!" The boy roared in reply. "I'm a fucking faggot and I need
your fucking cock fucking my tight little cunt!"

Wyatt stroked the precum that was dribbling from his fat meat stick down
his shaft and placed it on the entrance to the hot hole. Slowly he pushed
himself in, opening up Jaeden's shitter.

"Holy fuck, that's good!" Grimaced Jaeden. It hurt, but he loved it. He
would do anything for Wyatt right now.

Once his cock was safely resting half way in, Wyatt moved his hands to
Jaeden's tight chest. He caressed him gently. Wyatt wanted the slender boy
to feel good, to alleviate the pain that showed on his face. He played
lightly with the little nipples and ran his fingers across his smooth,
tight skin. Wyatt bent over and kissed Jaeden softly. Both boys felt the
electricity buzz between them.

"You ok, bud?" Asked Wyatt, flicking his curly mop away from his face.

"Oh yeah!" Growled Jaeden in response, opening his eyes at the same moment
his lithe lover ran his fingers through his hair. Jaeden loved Wyatt's
hair. He loved the way he tucked it behind his ear, even though it
immediately sprang out again. He just loved Wyatt.

They looked deep in each other's eyes. Jaeden's grey-green pearls were wide
open now and sparkled with the tears that had welled as he first took his
lover's pulsing cock into his virgin boyhole. His plump, pink lips Ð so
usually neutral Ð managed a smile. Wyatt's light, bright hazelnuts
twinkled with the naughty thoughts swimming around his head. This
situation, having his fit friend lying beneath him, at his mercy, made his
head fuzzy. His nose, his ears, his lips, his fingertips, all buzzed. He
was suddenly aware of being on the verge of losing control. He wanted
desperately to rut his young friend, knowing full well neither of them were
ready for that.

"My god I love you!" Whispered Wyatt.

"Love?" Jaeden's voice was full of excitement but he could only manage one
word.

"Do you feel the same?" Wyatt was suddenly aware of being naked, with his
thumping penis halfway inside his equally naked best friend, and spouting
words like `love'.

Jaeden pulled Wyatt's head down to within an inch of his own. "You're
beautiful. You're a hunk. All the fangirls want you. And some of the
fanboys! You're fit as fuck. You're sexy as hell. And you're inside my
pussy. I wouldn't be here if I didn't love you." This was sighed into
Wyatt's ear before Jaeden leaned upwards for another kiss. "I love you more
than I have words to say." Just to break the tension a little he added the
word: "Doofus!"

Both boys smiled. Then Jaeden reached over his shoulder to Jack's bottle of
lube. The naughty boy was always leaving his sex stuff lying around. Jaeden
threw the bottle at Wyatt. "Now, like I said. I'm a fucking faggot and I
need your fucking cock fucking my tight little cunt!"

Wyatt splashed several squirts of lube inside Jaeden and slathered his own
cock. Then he pulled the boy onto his cock, shafting the hot, dry hole with
his glistening, slippery dick. The fuck was pretty wild for a first time
and both boys were groaning and sweaty within minutes. They were lost in
each other's eyes, tight torsos and hairless groins. It wouldn't last long
but it was enough for each boy.

It was even enough for Jack.

Finn had finished rutting inside him and fallen asleep. Jack's eagerness
had brought him to the living area in search of his lube. Even if Finn was
done, Jack wanted a wet, sticky end of his own. Jack watched his horny
mates, specifically Wyatt's bubble butt. He wanted to dash over, crash the
sex party, and get his dick into Jaeden's mouth. Then, for the first time
in his life, Jack Dylan Grazer stopped himself. He snuck back into his
cabin room and left the two beautiful boys to have their fun. All Jack
needed right now was Finn's experienced tongue on his hyper little dick.