Date: Sat, 26 Sep 2020 11:50:12 +0000 From: Arthur J Bach Subject: Hard Times On Set (Gay - Young Friends) This story is fictional, and no character is meant to represent a person, living or dead. It depicts the fantasy of sexual contact between minors. If this is not something that interests you and/or you are not allowed to read this because of your age or jurisdiction, please go elsewhere. I very much enjoy receiving feedback and discussing my work at arthurjbach@protonmail.com. I will do my best to respond to your email as soon as I can. Flames and e-mails with attachments will be ignored and deleted. Nifty is an amazing resource and we all need to do our part to keep it alive. If you enjoy this story (or others), please make sure you donate at https://donate.nifty.org/donate.html Enjoy! ----------------------------- Hard Times On Set Axton Briggs was the next big thing in Hollywood. Like Jonathan Taylor Thomas and Haley Joel Osment before him, Axton was the next adorably cute boy actor who not only had the looks, but the acting chops to back it up. The twelve-year-old had already worked with the likes of Steven Spielberg and Wes Anderson, and now was working on a new film by the acclaimed director, Arthur Bach. The current film was a horror movie set in the 80's, and between the script, the film's star studded cast, and the director, it was guaranteed to be a hit, launching Axton's career to the proverbial next level. But at the moment, Axton wasn't so confident. His next scene was a big one, and this would be attempt number three. He could tell that others on the set were growing impatient with him, but this was a problem he really couldn't help. The scene in question was supposed to be a strip poker scene, a tad cliched but worked for the time period. There were two other characters in the scene, one boy and two girls, and the jist was that all of them would be undressed down to their underwear when the killer broke into the home, forcing them to grab their clothes and run out half naked into the backyard, much of the rest of the scene taking place in their underwear. It was a scene that Axton knew about when he auditioned, and when he accepted, it was something that he agreed to do. He didn't mind being in his underwear, it wasn't like he was totally naked or anything. But...there was a problem. Axton heard a knock on his door, and knew that it was time. He sighed, butterflies in his stomach, and stood up to open the door of his trailer. He walked to the set in costume—a pair of denim shorts that were at least six inches north of his knees and a `Coke' t-shirt--and could feel all eyes on him which didn't ease his nerves one bit. His co-stars— Maggie, Alyssa, and Connor—were already there and waiting for him. Maggie, like Axton, was twelve years old with dark hair and eyes, tanned skin, and stood at about the same height as he, about five feet. Alyssa was older, taller, and had blonde hair and blue eyes, and her cheeks were freckled. While Axton was still more boy than man, Connor had obviously started to hit his growth spurt. The thirteen year old was nearly a whole head taller than Axton was, and his voice was much deeper. Axton had seen him without his shirt on, and the taller boy had some defined muscles in his upper body. While both boys had dark brown hair, Axton was rather skinny, no clear muscle definition as of yet. Anyway, Axton sat in his spot, and everyone started to buzz about as Arthur, or `Art' as he liked to be called, got everyone set. "Okay, here we go, ladies and gents. Quiet on set...and...action!" The scene began, starting right on the beginning of the strip poker game. This was something Axton had never done before in real life, and he had to admit that it was quite exciting...which was much of his problem. The scene progressed, and Connor was the first to lose, and removed his shirt, and Axton took some quick glances at his chiseled upper body. Next was Maggie, who quickly removed her frilly blouse. She wore a training bra, but really didn't need one, and Axton wondered in his head if she wore one in real life. Her tits were small, barely bumps, and he assumed the training bra was really there to prevent her from having to completely show off her chest. Axton's character lost the next hand, and he pulled his shirt off and over his head. No big deal. His body wasn't muscular, but he didn't have anything to be ashamed about. This is where the scene got interesting. Alyssa's character was the next to lose, and she confidently pulled off her 80's style sweatshirt, reflecting her character's personality. While Maggie's tits were just barely there, Alyssa's were much more obvious under the white bra she wore. Connor had told Axton that they were A cups, but it wouldn't be much longer until they were B's. In any event, Axton knew he liked what he saw, which again, was the problem. Mindful of the pacing of this scene, Art had written that Alyssa's character was also supposed to lose the next hand, which meant that she had to pull her sweatpants down, which she did, a smirk on her face as she did so. Her panties were white with little hearts on them, and Axton couldn't take his eyes off the curious slit between her legs, the thin material of her underwear pulling up into the little crevasse. The next person to lose was Axton's character, and the other three actors snickered as they prepared for the younger boy to lose his trousers. They were doing a great job acting, as this had been the place where they had stopped the previous two times, and Axton was sure they were hoping that things would go better this time. As he reached for the button of his jean shorts, he could feel that this was going to be a repeat of the prior attempts. He went on anyway, considering it a challenge to maintain character even under these circumstances. The button popped open, and he pulled the zipper down slowly, and he could feel his stiff penis popping free. The shorts hit the ground, and there he was, wearing nothing but a pair of tightie whities, an obscene tent bulging out the front of his Fruit of the Looms, plainly obvious for anyone to see, including the camera. "Cut!" Art called out, and Axton said a silent thank you as he quickly pulled the jeans back up his legs, doing his best to stuff his stiffness back into the tight shorts. He had to grab it to bend it back, and he remarked to himself how nice it felt, like he was relieving some pressure. The rest of him, however, was horrified. He could hear the grumbling on set from the people on the crew, growing frustrated that this relatively simple scene was taking so long. He looked down at Maggie and Alyssa, who were quickly putting their clothes back on, covering their immodesty. "Just hang a sec, dude," Connor said, and walked over to Art. Axton could see them talking as he put his shirt back on. He read the director's expression, seeing it as not quite angry, but also growing impatient. Connor spoke to him for a minute or so, and whatever he said, Art seemed to agree with him. He nodded his head, and Connor turned back around towards Axton. "Come on man," he said, grabbing his shirt. "Let's head to my trailer." Axton followed him, his hands instinctively going over the bulge in the tight denim shorts he wore. His face was flush with embarrassment, and he could feel tears welling up in his eyes. Why did this keep happening to him? Why wasn't it happening to Connor? Not only was he embarrassed, but he was afraid of being recast. They had only completed about 10% of the shooting so far, and while it was unlikely, crazier things had certainly happened in this business. Connor whisked him into his trailer, locking the door behind him. The tears in Axton's eyes spilled over, leaking out onto his adorable cheeks. "Okay bro, we have to fix this," Connor said urgently. "You can't be on film like that, or everyone is going to get in a lot of trouble." "I'm sorry," Axton cried. "I don't understand why it's happening to me." Connor kind of laughed. "It's because there are some dope ass tits on display, that's why." "Huh?" Axton grunted, wiping away the tears from his eyes. "You're getting horny, bro," Connor replied, standing next to Axton, putting his arm around the shorter boys shoulders. "And it's okay, we just have to take care of it so it stops happening." "I don't know what to do," Axton cried. Connor took a deep breath and sighed. "I'm guessing you never jacked off before, right?" "Huh?" Connor nodded his head. "That's what I thought. Okay. You're going to have to trust me, here. We don't exactly have a lot of time, and we need to get you back out there so we can finish this scene. Can you trust me?" Axton just wanted this to be all over. He just wanted to be able to go out there and do this scene so he wouldn't get replaced. That was all he wanted. "I trust you," he responded, trying to catch his breath. "Okay, hold still," Connor said, getting on his knees in front of the cute, brown haired boy. Without asking, Connor went for Axton's shorts, popping open his button and pulling the zipper down. He could see that the young star was still incredibly erect. "What are you doing?" Axton exclaimed. No one had ever touched him there, except for the doctor, of course, and that was just awkward as hell. He could feel the slightly older boy's hand brush against his penis. "You said you trusted me," Connor said simply, his hand freezing on the zipper. "Okay, you're right," Axton replied, reserved to his friends help. Connor finished pulling the zipper down, the tent in Axton's briefs now pushing directly forward. Axton felt mortified about what was happening, but was desperate for a solution to this problem. With the jean shorts around his ankles, Connor's fingers went to the waist band of the white briefs, a pair provided by the studio for the boy to wear, matching the time period. He gripped around the double blue stripe that circled the top and began to pull down. Axton almost vocalized a protest, but didn't want to upset Connor who was so adamant about helping him out. He looked down and watched the waistband travel south, exposing more and more of his lower stomach. The top of his underwear reached the root of his hard cock, and both boys were now looking at the thin, downy mustache of pubes Axton had. The twelve-year-old had noticed the curious hairs growing in recently. He had seen men naked in locker rooms before, and noticed most of them having a pretty thick growth of hair on the lower stomachs and around their dicks, and assumed there was a connection. Connor continued to pull, and now the root of Axton's erection was visible. He could feel the elastic band drag across his shaft from the root to the top, and when the waistband cleared the head, his stiff penis bounced up, wagging in the air for a moment as it lost its momentum. The young movie star was now completely exposed to his friend and castmate. The older boy inspected Axton's penis. It was cut and about four, maybe four and a half inches long. It was of average thickness, looking proportionately correct for his length, and the tip ended in a gentle taper. The few, fine pubes he had made his dick look really sexy, and Connor could clearly see the circumcision scar that ran the circumference of his dick. His balls were small, but hung down low in their hairless sack. "Okay, bro," Connor said, standing up and grabbing the younger boy's dick. "Jacking off is when you stroke your dick." He demonstrated by sliding his hand up and down Axton's boydick, and the younger boy immediately moaned his appreciation. "Wow," he breathed, closing his eyes. "That's really good." Any apprehension he had about Connor seeing him this way was completely gone. Connor stroked him with slow, steady strokes, maximizing the contact between his hand and Axton's erection. The young boy was making a decent amount of precum, and Connor made sure to spread the slick substance around his shaft. "You're gonna get boners, dude," Connor said as he stroked. "It's normal. But if you do this, you'll get `em less often and be able to control yourself better." "How often I do I do this?" Axton got out between breaths. Connor shrugged his shoulders, now starting to go a little faster. "However much you want. I usually do it, two, maybe three times a day. Once when I wake up, once before I go to bed. Sometimes I try to sneak off here and do it in the middle of the day." It was then that Axton noticed that Connor's shorts were tented, just like his were a moment ago. "You're hard, too," Axton commented. "Yeah, not gonna lie, this is pretty fun," Connor said, still stroking his castmate. Axton reached out and unbuttoned the top button on Connor's jean shorts, and slid the zipper down. He could feel Connor's hardness through the fly of the shorts. With the zipper all the way down, his shorts fell to his ankles, and like Axton, Connor was wearing an older style pair of white briefs, Fruit of the Loom, just like his own. The younger boy repeated the actions of his older friend and pulled the waistband down. The first thing he noticed were that Connor's pubes, while still a pretty small patch, were much denser than his own. While Axton could count the pubes on his own groin, Connor's were far too many to count. He continued to pull until the shaft came into view, and just like Axton's did, Connor's boner bounced up after being released from the white underwear. Connor's dick was longer and thicker than Axton's, at least five and a half inches long. Like Axton, Connor was cut, but the tip of his cock was much larger than the circumference of his shaft, giving it a much different look. While his balls were much larger than Axton's, they were still hairless and hung down in their pink sack. "Go ahead, bro," Connor encouraged, still stroking Axton. The younger boy reached out and wrapped his hand around the shaft, amazed at how warm and hard and soft he felt. He mimicked Connor's actions, his boyish fingers sliding up and down the thicker stalk. "Yeah, bro, that's it," Connor moaned, enjoying the feel of the younger boy's hand on his penis. The two stroked each other for the next few minutes, nothing being said, just the sound of skin on skin and the occasional grunt or groan. For Connor, this was old hat. The slightly older boy had jerked off many times, and had participated in many mutual masturbation sessions while on sets. For Axton, this was uncharted territory, and he was loving the exploration. He had never felt this good before. While he had noticed that incidental contact with his penis, particularly when he was hard, felt nice, it had never been this purpose driven before. Even though he knew they had to get back to set eventually, part of him wished that this moment would never stop. All of a sudden, Axton felt a strange sensation deep in his stomach. First there was pressure, although not an unpleasant pressure by any stretch of the imagination. The pressure became more of a familiar sensation, like how he felt when he really needed to pee. Fear soon found its way into his mind, afraid that he would pee all over his castmate, making a bad situation worse. "Stop, I gotta go!" he said urgently. His friend did not relent. "Nah, bro. You're about to cum. When you do, your boner'll go away. Just let it happen." Axton started to really moan and whine now as Connor's hand spend up on his boydick. The pressure grew and grew, and Axton's cries grew louder as he neared this mysterious moment. "Oh no...oh no...oh no...something's...happening...shit...ohhhhhh shit!" With a final grunt, Axton felt the dam break loose, and the fear that he was going to urinate reached its height. He looked down, expecting to see a strong stream of urine fly forth from his penis, but only saw a pulse of clear liquid shoot out the tip of his dick. This first spurt was followed on by another, and then another, and with each shot of his jizz, another contraction forced its way through his body, making him groan and whine as he experienced his first ever orgasm. Somehow, despite his sexual haze, Axton continued to stroke his older friend, and Connor could feel himself getting close after watching the younger boy spurt his seedless cum. "Go faster, bro," Connor said, and somehow Axton heard him and began to stroke faster. "Focus on the tip, fuck, that's it." Axton wanted to give his castmate the same feeling that he had just had, so followed his instructions. He loved stroking the bigger, thicker cock, and hoped that his own would grow to be this size one day. He went faster and faster, gripping it near the head as Connor had requested. "Fuck bro, I'm cumming!" Connor shouted. Axton looked down and watched a spurt of milky white liquid fire from the tip of Connor's dick, landing on his smooth stomach. The substance was thicker and was in a much higher volume than Axton's was, and he watched the seed splatter all over his stomach. It felt hot on his skin, and Axton immediately loved the sensation. Axton kept on stroking, and Connor eventually had to push his hand away as his dick and grown too sensitive. Both boys looked at each other, sheepish grins on their faces as they enjoyed the private little act between the two. They burst out in a short laugh. "Look, your boner is gone," Connor said. Axton looked down to see that his penis had, indeed, deflated. Connor noticed that Axton's dick didn't seem to get any smaller, just softened. Evidently, he was a `shower' as opposed to a `grower.' "What is that stuff?" Axton asked. "It's cum. Technically it's called semen, but most guys call it cum or jizz. It's what you put inside a girl to get her pregnant," he said in a very matter-of-fact fashion. "Cool," Axton responded, touching his fingers to the white puddles that were dripping down his smooth stomach. "Okay, let's get cleaned up so we could head back. You should be good to go now." Both boys used paper towels to wipe themselves up, and then quickly pulled their briefs and the 80's style jean shorts up their thin legs and made their way back to the set. When they returned, all eyes were on them again, but this time Axton felt a lot more comfortable in regards to the scene. "All set?" Art asked. "Set," Axton replied. "Okay, here we go, ladies and gents. Quiet on set...and...action!" The scene began, and they followed the same order as they had before. First was Connor's shirt, then Maggie, then Axton. Alyssa was next, having to remove both her shirt and then her sweatpants. Even though he liked the look of her body, Axton remained soft. Then it was Axton's turn. The moment of the truth. Even though he was mentally locked in the scene, in the back of his mind Axton knew that everyone was waiting to see what would happen with him. He popped the button of his shorts and then slid the zipper down, the same zipper that Connor had pulled down not ten minutes prior. With the shorts loosened, he let them fall down to his ankles, exposing himself in his briefs to the camera. He was still soft. Axton could sense a collective sigh from everyone on set, but kept on going, not wanting to ruin the moment. As he sat down, he felt a curious sensation. In his underwear, specifically on his left ball, he felt a cool wetness that he hadn't noticed before. In his mind, he tried to figure out what it was, and realized that it had to have been Connor's cum, some of it shooting out of his dick and landing on the inside of his briefs. He grinned inside, knowing that millions of people were going to watch this movie, and none of them would ever have any idea that in this moment, his exposed white underwear was wet with his castmates semen. No one would ever know. Except Axton Briggs. ----------------------------- Thank you for reading! Please feel free to check out my prolific author page for more stories: https://www.nifty.org/nifty/authors.html#arthurbach And don't forget to donate! https://donate.nifty.org/donate.html