Date: Thu, 17 Sep 2020 05:25:36 +0300 From: Under Jug Subject: Teen Dream's Little Helper Teen Dream's Little Helper Story by Underjug Idea and contributions by TheRealCOG B/b, con, oral, anal ********** IF YOU ENJOY THIS STORY, SUPPORT NIFTY! HELP THE SITE TO REACH THEIR GOAL THIS MONTH! Support Nifty in any way you can so we don't lose this wonderful, free archive. Visit: http://donate.nifty.org/ Thanks to all who email with nice things to say. I also post my stories at the AlltheFallen and 3DBoys sites. ********** Tommy Kensington was in a state of shock. His favorite fansite for all things Antonio Cruz - teen-dream actor and singer - had put out an annual call for a "Little Helper" to assist the entertainer. At eight years old, Tommy was the right age, yes, but there had to be thousands, even millions, of applicants. So he never expected to have a shot. But here Tommy was in a production trailer with his idol in the final phase of the interview. Antonio Cruz was drop-dead gorgeous. Someone on the site had written up a perfect description of the 15-year-old superstar: "olive skin, deep-brown eyes with long lashes, confident straight nose, square jaw, thick masculine lips, and perfect bright-white teeth." Despite Antonio's reputation as a heartthrob, attracting throngs of screaming girls, the popularity he enjoyed had much to do with his wholesome image. He was the romantic lead in the MIDDLE SCHOOL MUSICAL prequels and a series regular on the teen lifeguard show BEACH BALL. His three number-one pop songs on the Billboard charts contained the cleanest of lyrics, including the mega-hit club remix "Dotting I's With Hearts." Success hadn't gone to Antonio's head; he'd never uttered a disparaging word about anyone, earning him the nickname "Senor Nice Guy." He believed in a healthy lifestyle which included no drinking, no smoking, and no drugs. The adorable Maria Lopez was his former assistant's daughter and current girlfriend. In a well- publicized ceremony, the teen couple had taken a chastity pledge with a promise to save themselves for marriage. Antonio was also involved with several charities, most notably a foundation he had established to assist underprivileged youth. Everyone knew the story of his humble beginnings growing up in a slum until he was discovered at an early age - as well as his emancipation from his parents after they had nearly blown all of his hard-earned fortune from his singing and acting career. The celebrity didn't allow his tragic past to make him any less philanthropic. Each year he selected one lucky boy to shadow him and see the world of entertainment. Apart from his age, Tommy met the other requirement, as poverty was a daily fact for him. He was being raised by a single mom working three jobs and struggling to make ends meet. Even she thought the position of Little Helper was an excellent opportunity, despite the possibility of them being separated for most of the year, and she was just as excited as her son when he kept getting callbacks. Tommy had initially met with Antonio's manager, who'd asked a lot of questions. Ones like "Do you have a girlfriend?" which had made the boy screw up his face in disgust. A photographer had taken pictures of Tommy from every angle before sending him home. Which the kid had figured would be the end of it. But Tommy got called back AGAIN. And AGAIN. There'd been similar questions such as if he liked boys or girls more (boys obviously, girls were yucky!) and if he was prone to sore throats and how good he was at keeping secrets. All that led to him now being alone with the glamorous Latino, who'd been super nice (just like in his interviews) and treated the white grade-schooler like he was a friend and not some brat who'd wound up making it to the end of the "audition." Like every other fan, Tommy had developed an obsession with the teen dream. His feelings he'd suspected went beyond simple hero worship and were mushier, though he'd never told anyone about his attraction, not even his mom. Still, this didn't prepare him for the unusual questions during the interviews, and certainly not the one that Antonio just posed. Tommy had no idea what to say. "Uh... I... Uh..." Antonio smiled, showing his dimples. "No need to worry, chico. You don't have to take the job if you don't want it." "But..." Tommy was still trying to understand his idol's request. It completely contradicted everything he'd been told so far. The last interviewer had explained the job would require just hanging out and being a kid. In the simplest of terms, the man painted a picture of an entertainment business that could be phony, jaded, and cutthroat. For Antonio it was important to never lose sight of his squeaky-clean living. He'd found the best way to do that was to be around a down-to-earth boy whose innocence would be a good influence. But that explanation was thrown out the window because of the other task the superstar had just sprung on him. Tommy stammered, "I m-mean... Wh-Why?" Antonio smirked. "Well, chico, that right there puts you ahead of the others. They all said it sounded gross. I think maybe you might be the one after all." He rubbed the crotch of his jeans and Tommy's eyes were drawn to the bulge. "The reason is I have an extremely high libido." Off Tommy's puzzled look, Antonio asked, "Do you know about puberty?" Tommy shook his head. The boy's ignorance seemed to please the celebrity. "When you become a teenager," explained Antonio with a lopsided grin, "your balls drop and you're able to spooge. That means your dick gets hard and shoots dairy when you're horny." Tommy was hypnotized by the ever-growing shape between Antonio's legs. "Because I get horny often, my dick needs to spooge at least four or five times a day. If I don't find relief, I become moody and my boners tend to pop up at the worst possible times. No one knows any of this except my manager... and my last two Little Helpers." "B-But what about your girlfriend?" asked Tommy, who still couldn't tear his eyes away from the prominent outline that resembled a steel bar. "Maria is more like a sister to me. I take good care of her and she keeps up appearances of us as a couple. But she's not the one I want. I much prefer pretty boys like you to suck me off." Tommy blushed. No one had ever called him pretty before. "Um... S-So... So the job is..." "Helping to take care of my dick. From the way you're eying my crotch - I think maybe you'll like it." Tommy bit his lip, not sure what to say to that. He couldn't figure out if it was a compliment or not. "Tell you what," said Antonio. "You give it a try and see if it's for you, yeah?" Tommy stared at the teen unzipping his jeans and pulling out something that sort of looked like a penis, except that penises weren't that big. "Impressive, I know. It's what's known as a donkey dick. Around here some call it 'El Burro' because of its size." "You... You want me to p-put it in my mouth...?" Tommy asked with trepidation, remembering his idol's request. "That's the idea, chico. It's not necessary to get it all in. But eventually you must deep throat it if I'm to stay happy. There'll be plenty of time for you to learn. For now you just need to suck what you can. Most importantly, though, you have to swallow my dairy that shoots out. ALL of it. Every last drop. My dick needs to always be nice and clean." Tommy had always been curious about the sausages of older boys. During free visits to the Y, the youngster took extended showers in the change room and found himself sneaking glances at the thicker, longer, droopier pipes between the legs of teenagers. Never could he imagine just how big those pipes grew when stiff or that the tips were like a mother's nipple and produced dairy. "D-Does the dairy taste okay?" asked Tommy. "What do you think? It's from Antonio Cruz!" Tommy couldn't argue with that. With the shock wearing off, he reached out timidly and took hold of El Burro. The boy caught his breath. It was unbelievable that the TV lifeguard character who rescued swimmers, the movie team captain character who sang musical numbers about school, and the radio singer who belted out romantic hit tunes had just presented his hard naked sausage for Tommy to suck on. The skin was spongy like foam and warm to the touch. Underneath it the pipe was solid as a rock. Antonio moaned as Tommy kneaded the sausage with his tiny fingers. "Nice job so far, chico," said the teen with ragged breaths. Tommy was actually getting excited. After all of the hoops he'd had to jump through, this looked to be the final one that would either be his exclusive backstage pass to the world of show business or a return ticket home to his crummy one-room apartment. He, of course, didn't expect this particular hoop to be set aflame, but one of the best qualities about Tommy, according to his mom, was his refusal to fold when things got tough. The more the youngster played with El Burro, the more he got into it. No matter how much he squeezed, the skin would spring back to its original solid shape. It reminded him of a corn dog, with a firm wiener in the center surrounded by soft spongy batter. Just thinking about the dick as food made the boy hungry. Perhaps putting it in his mouth wouldn't be so bad. In that moment Tommy realized this might be the reason why he didn't care for girls. He could see himself looking forward to tasting the big boy's dick several times a day. "You're making him feel good," sighed Antonio. "I think he likes you. He's already forming dewdrops." Tommy peered closer. Sure enough, hanging off the tip was a glistening bead. "You know what I always say. 'As sweet as dewdrops.'" The preteen grinned up at his winking idol. It was a lyric from the singer's hit single "Lips Made for Kisses." "You have gorgeous lips," crooned Antonio as he nodded to his wet knob. "They were made for kisses." Tommy didn't need the meaning explained to him. He smooched the tip and slurped the glistening bead. "H-How is it?" moaned Antonio. "As sweet as dewdrops," answered Tommy as he kissed and slurped another that had formed on the tip. For reasons he did not quite understand, the tyke sensed what was being offered to him wasn't nasty at all. All the curiosity he'd had about the mysteries of the male organ was being satisfied by the teen boy he had idolized for so long. "I was so hoping you might be the one," said Antonio with a grin. Inspired by those words of praise, Tommy parted his lips and slid the knob into his mouth. He sucked in earnest. "Yeaaaaaaahhhhhh, chico," groaned Antonio. He laid a hand on the grade-schooler's head. "Gimme relief from this h-horniness." It was in Tommy's nature to help someone in need. He liked making others feel better. For that very reason he had become a boy scout and volunteered at an animal shelter. So when Antonio asked for relief, the instinct kicked in for Tommy to provide it. The eight-year-old sucked in alternating waves of force and pressure. Everything about Antonio changed the moment the youngster went to work. Normally the entertainer spoke with confidence onscreen and onstage. But what Tommy was doing to the dick made his celebrity crush struggle to get his words out. "Ohhhhhhh," hissed Antonio. "You k-keep doing that FFFFFFFFFFFFF and in no time you'll be g-getting my dairy." The boy's mouth gaped open with the knob wedged in it. This was like the time a pothole on his street had knocked merchandise off a fruit truck. All the kids had rushed up to the smashed-open crate and were cramming their mouths with its cargo of sweet, juicy plums. Except now Tommy could take his time savoring the plum - it was meatier though still juicy. More dewdrops fell on his tongue, but they had no time to form on the tip as he sipped and drank them down. "Sometimes UUUUNNNNHHHH I'll want you to see wh-what you'll be swallowing. So I'll warn y-you before I shoot. Especially n-now since this is your first time." Tommy gazed up into the dazzling eyes of Antonio Cruz. Teenagers may have dreamed of being intimate with the superstar, but it was a little schoolboy who would always be first in line. "Mmmmm, I'm a-about to shoot." A thrill ran through Tommy. Antonio huffed and puffed like something exciting was about to happen! The foamy coating of the corndog stiffened like stale bread. "Stick out your t-tongue." Antonio pulled out and laid the heavy cockhead on the tyke's slim outstretched tongue. "AAAAHHHHH!" Tommy peered down to see his reward... Warm, pure-white streaks blasted straight to the back of his throat. His mouth was like a bowl being filled up. The knob was shoved back in and Antonio growled, "Swallow." Serious about his work, Tommy went straight to it, guzzling down the dairy. He was forced to gulp faster to prevent leakage. It was difficult to keep up as more spurts threatened to overfill his mouth-bowl. But Tommy was determined not to spill a drop. He wanted Antonio to be happy with his service. Even as the teen relaxed, the boy refused to stop swallowing dairy even though the spurts had been reduced to a mere trickle. With El Burro completely drained and cleaned, Antonio dragged the knob out of Tommy's mouth. "Ohhhhhhhh, chico. That was so satisfying." "Really?" the kid said hopefully. "How's my dairy?" "I would say, 'Like rainwater to a thirsty sailor,'" Tommy quoted from the song, which made the celebrity grin. The boy couldn't quite figure out what the flavor was exactly - buttermilk, perhaps. But he did enjoy the taste. "As I suspected, you seem to like doing it to me," Antonio observed as his finger brushed across the peewee tent in Tommy's pants. It made the youngster giggle. "Look," continued Antonio as he stuffed his penis back into his shorts and zipped up his jeans, "I know it's a lot more work than it was for the other Little Helpers. El Burro has grown an inch- and-a-half in the last year alone. So, let's see how things stand by the end of the day. But I think we can start making arrangements." The star stepped out of the trailer and Tommy saw him flash an OK sign to his manager before heading off to makeup for a full day of shooting a new episode of BEACH BALL. The manager took care of Tommy while the business affairs were dealt with. Four more times Antonio returned to the trailer in his costume - a red speedo and a lifeguard jacket - to get sucked off. And each time he left with a big smile on his face. It was the Little Helper's job to strip Antonio out of his costume so that he was naked. The boy had to admit he found the teen dream even more irresistible in his skimpy swimwear. It was so much easier, too, to release and return El Burro in what the Antonio hilariously called a banana hammock. Tommy was expected each time to get down to just his undies, which were always tented. All he had were tighty-whities. But he was told if he got the job he would be provided with a whole new wardrobe, including cartoon undies which Antonio said he found sexy. The boy sucker quickly learned not to overeat, despite the delicious meals and snacks from craft services, because his mouth needed to be ready for when horniness struck the handsome actor, his jaw needed to rest for the stretching it had to do to accommodate El Burro, and his stomach needed room for the quarter-pint of dairy that was delivered with each visit. With shooting completed for the day - both the production and the huge dick - Antonio stood in his trailer panting and exhausted as Tommy released the cockhead from his mouth. The kid dutifully helped the teen into his designer wear. Antonio collapsed on the couch while Tommy, still in his undies, dressed himself in his second-hand store clothes. The superstar gazed at the tyke with a lazy, contented smile. "I had a good feeling about you, Tommy. If you want the job, you're hired." Tommy's eyes bulged. "For real?" "Si, amigo." Antonio held out his hand and Tommy shook it. "You are now officially my Little Helper." Tommy called his mom with the exciting news. She couldn't be more pleased. Of course, he didn't mention El Burro, the dewdrops, and the dairy. He'd made a solemn promise to the teen to keep everything between them a secret and he never went back on his word. Overnight the boy's life changed. Tommy was given his own trailer complete with latest game system, super-cool toys, and spacious play area. He was assigned a chaperone who looked out for his safety and escorted him to and from Antonio's trailer. An on-set teacher provided him with schooling. Other boys dropped by to be his playmates so he wouldn't get lonely or bored. Sometimes he was allowed to watch the actors film their scenes or to travel with Antonio off-set during breaks. On weekends and holidays, his mom was flown on location and put up in a hotel for family visits. Handlers were extremely careful to guard the privacy of the teen and boy. The official word was that Little Helpers had to be shielded from the glitz, the glamor, and the spotlight in order to protect their innocence. They were never seen in public with the celebrity and were forbidden from any contact with the press. Despite this, Tommy was treated like gold by everyone associated with Antonio. He was always greeted with smiles and friendly waves. "Hey, Tommy, how's it going today?" "Aw, cool, Tommy, that's an awesome bike you've got." "Tommy, this is Cole, he came with a tour group. And this is Luke, the stunt coordinator's son. These boys would love to play with you." But the biggest change was how familiar Tommy was becoming with the sausage between the legs of the teen dream and the different challenges presented to him as the weeks rolled by. During his initiation, the tyke was only required to suck on the cockhead (and, obviously, learn the words for all the things he didn't know). He had to practice how to shape his mouth to receive the velvety plum while at the same time forming a tight fit. It seemed he'd had beginner's luck his first time out, because complaints surfaced on subsequent days about his new incisors, which tended to scrape; however, by partially folding his lips over the points of his teeth he could keep the cockhead in place and lick it pleasingly with his tongue. "You can even retract your t-teeth a little. What I mean is p-pull back a bit. MMMMNNNNN. But not so far back, or it'll be t-too loose. OHHHHHHHHH. You'll still w-want to keep your mouth snug for m-my knob." Tommy followed the instructions, making adjustments until the star's advice amounted to little more than fine-tuning. "Much better," smiled the horny teen. "Thanks, Antonio," said Tommy, who still couldn't believe he was on a first-name basis with Mr. Cruz the celebrity. It was a welcome sight for the boy to see El Burro. He enjoyed sucking it. The actress who played the Coast Guard captain in the show had a terrier that Tommy got to play with once in a while. He would even take it for walks. El Burro reminded the kid of the dog. Both would come to Tommy all excited and after he was through with them they would be all relaxed as they curled up in their baskets. Once he was accustomed to sucking on the knob, Tommy was introduced to jacking. He had to grip the pipe and churn the skin, which felt like elastic as he pumped his hand. Wrapping his tiny fingers completely around the pipe was difficult. But once he figured that out as best he could, Tommy was able to focus on learning how to slide the rubbery skin up and down. It wasn't just a matter of grabbing hold wherever. Placing his hand too close to the base apparently wasn't as stimulating. Better to be closer to the knob where the loose skin bunched up around the pleasure center. Different guys liked different types of grips (some tight, others feathery), so the preteen learned from the entertainer not to assume every penis reacted the same. As for Antonio, he preferred a steady yet still slightly loose pressure from the boys' fingers. A side benefit of jacking the well-endowed 15-year-old was the regular workouts Tommy got with his arm. At first his little muscles tired easily, but with each session they gained strength. Not having to keep his hand tensed up all the time was a relief, as it prevented any issues with carpal tunnel. Antonio was easygoing and even made learning fun. The superstar would sing one of his songs softly and Tommy would jack to the beat. Soon the youngster was giving a handjob like a pro! The boy was thrilled to know he was one of the few people who had intimate knowledge of what the superstar enjoyed sexually. Magazine pieces were written about Antonio's favorite places and activities and clothes and foods. Only Tommy understood his idol's cock and what it took to satisfy it. The tyke loved how it made him special to Antonio. However, learning how to jerk AND suck at the same time wasn't as easy as it sounded. Tommy was so used to just using his mouth or his hand. Attempting to do both jobs was a little like the trouble he had patting his head and rubbing his tummy. He couldn't help but focus on the one activity and forget about the other. Inevitably there would be either one of two exchanges: "Hey, chico, remember you gotta jack it, too." "Oops, sorry, Antonio." Or: "That's a good rhythm, chico, it's just there's no suction." "I'm real, real sorry, Antonio." Jacking could sometimes cut the time in half to give a blowjob (yup, the boy's vocabulary was definitely increasing!). Antonio seemed to enjoy the combination even more, as it doubled the excitement for the teen. Which created a new problem - the blast force increased exponentially during orgasm. "AAAAAAAHHHHHHH, GOD, YEAH!" whisper-shouted Antonio as he came. An even greater volume of dairy had to be swallowed on the first two or three shots. Unsurprisingly, spillage became an issue. Tommy simply could not empty his mouth fast enough. Dairy would escape from inside his cheeks and dribble down his chin. It worried the kid that he couldn't handle the more intense orgasm. Antonio was patient, though. He'd offer words of encouragement. Sure enough, by the end of the second week, the boy had had enough practice that he was back to swallowing the entire load. Tommy tried to picture what his day would be like if he hadn't been chosen as a Little Helper. Trudging through the snow with his classmates in the second grade to their rundown school. Sitting in his scratched-up desk and listening to a teacher who barely cared about the lessons. Playing at recess with friends who'd spend most of their time just trying not to get beat up by the meaner kids. Instead, Tommy hung out by a sunny beach and was cared for by friendly people who genuinely loved what they did. And several times a day he stood in front of his celebrity crush pleasing a donkey dick and gulping down the creamy goodness that earned him constant pats on the head. Tommy would watch an episode of BEACH BALL and stare at the star's speedo knowing that El Burro remained relaxed and hidden in the suggestive pouch because the hardness had been tamed by his sweet boy mouth. He amused himself thinking about how the Antonio he knew so well was mainly the naked area between the teen's belly button and thighs. The Tommy from the Y who had lingered in the showers would never have believed those dangling tubes could rise up and push past between his lips. The boy was lucky none of the adolescent swimmers in that change room had taken a liking to him; he was instead experiencing the delights of playing with a penis that belonged to the hottest and nicest teen celebrity in the world. "Alright, chico. Next thing for you to learn is tongue baths to my nutsack." "How do I do that?" the eight-year-old said eagerly. "Kneel a bit and get your face below my cock." It was a welcome new activity for Tommy. He loved the soft buttery skin and the two perfect round orbs for his mouth to play with. The difference was subtle, but the left ball drooped a bit lower than the right, which the youngster learned was normal. Tommy thought of the sack like an upside-down camel hump, but instead of storing water, it was warm dairy. In fact, this is where the dairy was actually made, and because Antonio emptied his balls so many times per day, the stuff that shot out was always fresh and lip-smackingly good. As his tongue lapped the nuts, the boy would delight in the weight of the hard teen shaft resting on the bridge of his nose, or the middle of his forehead, or the top of his head. Tommy looked forward to the times he'd be called away from his trailer to take care of Antonio's horniness so that the artist could focus on his career. "Antonio has a bunch of action scenes today and needs a calming presence to center himself." "Antonio is feeling uninspired with his new song. I'm sure you'll be able to help shake him out of it." "Antonio had a disagreement with his costar. If you guys play and have some fun, he'll be in the right frame of mind to deal with the problem." Each blowjob was never quite the same. More often than not, Antonio stood over him and watched Tommy suck him off. Sometimes he laid a hand on Tommy's head or stroked his hair. He might have a script in hand to memorize his lines. In some instances he'd be on the phone to talk to friends or discuss business. If fatigued, he would kneel on the foldout couch bed and Tommy would lie on his stomach, and if exhausted, he would stretch out and let Tommy crouch between his legs. He might have to move about and Tommy would either stand on the bigger feet or chase him around and latch onto the cockhead again. He could be in a playful mood and bounce the cockhead teasingly on the boy's tongue or make Tommy leap up to catch it. The break in filming was the best, because it meant Tommy could take his time pleasuring the horny teen. But there were occasions when Antonio needed to be serviced quickly. "You're wanted back on set in 10, Antonio," a production assistant might say after knocking on the trailer door. "Hear that, chico? Gotta work fast...." Tommy was up to the challenge. He was getting better at his job, after all. El Burro was becoming as familiar to the boy as any body part of Antonio's, perhaps even more so because he'd seen it so often and, of course, up close. If Tommy had his own e-zine, he would describe the entire junk as "a Stormtrooper helmet head with a tiny diagonal ridge of skin on the underside, cut with rubbery skin over a Bavarian sausage pole, marked with an almost invisible single blue vein along the bottom, one light brown freckle on the side like an airplane decal, swimmer's crotch with Brazilian shaved pubes, and plump unwrinkled nutsack with testicles the size of gumballs." Yup, Tommy had spent lots of time getting to know El Burro. It was week four when Antonio presented him with a new task. So far, Tommy had learned to suck on the cockhead, jerk the shaft, and lick the balls. And, of course, swallow all of the dairy without spilling any. He'd even had the chance to see the warm, white spurts streaking over his tongue. The next lesson Tommy himself had prompted almost by accident. He'd stripped down to his Batman undies in the star's trailer and was waiting to commence his suck job. But there was a delay on set. So while waiting, the boy turned on Antonio's video for "Dotting I's With Hearts" and started dancing to it. He didn't see Antonio entering the trailer and watching him with a grin. It was only when the boy turned around did he notice the teen stroking his hardon. "That was so good, chico, please don't stop." With a self-conscious smile, Tommy resumed the dance routine, twisting his arms and bobbing his head. Antonio bit his lower lip and kept stroking. "Now, come right up to me and keep doing that." Tommy positioned himself in front of Antonio and bobbed his head. With a nod, the star signaled the youngster to open wide. And that's when Antonio offered up El Burro and Tommy quite naturally did the head bobbing with his mouth on the cockhead and part of the shaft. 'G-Good, keep doing that. Y-Yeaaahhhhh... Mmmmmmmmmmmm." For the rest of the week, Tommy practiced bobbing his head in order to make Antonio shoot. He learned quickly, which pleased the teen to no end. The boy thought he now knew everything there was to know. But he received a surprise the next time he released the banana from its hammock. "You've done well. I think you're ready for thrusting." Tommy looked up with eyes that sparkled with anticipation. "What's that?" He tried to imagine what it could be, but nothing came to mind. "It's a primal need for a man to thrust. I'll be doing some of the work. And you will learn to take more of El Burro, until you can deep throat all of him." Already dewdrops were forming on the tip. Tommy was cleaning them off as he listened intently to the star. "Again, I know it's even more of a challenge for you as a Little Helper. There's so much more shaft than there was in previous years. But I have faith you can do it." That confidence of Antonio's was infectious. The teen had achieved so much, and he could make you feel you had the ability to do the same. "I'll do the best job I can," said Tommy. "Oh, chico, I know you will," replied Antonio with his thousand-watt smile. "Alright now, open up for me." Excited, Tommy lowered his jaw and accepted the knob into his mouth. Antonio's hands lightly gripped his temples. "I'm gonna thrust back and forth. Let's see how much you can take. The most important thing is to remember to relax your throat." Tommy nodded. Antonio started to perform a slow wiggle like he did in his music video for "Let Me Dance for You." Moving his hips forward and backward. El Burro slithered over the boy's tongue. The cockhead traveled deeper and deeper into his mouth. "Good, be c-careful not to bite," Antonio said soothingly. Tommy jolted at the sudden realization he hadn't been paying any attention to his teeth. The dance of the cock and the plugging up of his mouth had distracted him. Quickly he made the adjustment, folding his lips over the pointed edges. "That's better. SSSSSSSSSSSSS... I wanna see h-how much I can get in." He thrust further and Tommy gagged. The teen yanked his cock out, then patted the kid on the back until his coughing fit was under control. "Half of it, I would say," Antonio assessed. "I'm sorry," Tommy said. "Hey, don't be. It's about what I figured." Tommy breathed a sigh of relief. "I'll try to get it all in tomorrow." This drew a laugh from Antonio as he nodded for Tommy to open up again so he could continue thrusting. "No, chico, it'll take some time. But we'll get there." The preteen tried his best not to gag as El Burro crawled back into his mouth and threatened to ram the back of his throat. "Yeaaaaaaahhhhhhhh, you know how to pl-please a man. Nnnnnnnnnnnnn..." There was a knock on the trailer door. "Mr. Cruz, we'll need you on set in 15." "Okay! Thanks!" Antonio called out. He looked down at Tommy. "I'll hafta go faster, but I promise I'll try not to hurt you." Antonio sped up his hips and El Burro whipped back and forth. "That's it. G-Good. Nice. Aaahhhhh..." Tommy was frozen in position, not daring to move for fear of accidentally scraping the shaft. This new challenge was uncomfortable, but he so wanted to please the teen. "Mmmmmmmm, you're my br-brave boy. Oooohhhhhh, I'll p-pull back so you can swallow." Antonio let out a strangled growl. He stopped thrusting and drew out the shaft, leaving in just the cockhead. "YEEEAAAHHHHHHHH..." The eight-year-old was relieved to receive the dairy; he even managed to swallow it all. Smiling, Antonio pulled out and watched the kid return the banana back into its hammock. He placed a gentle hand on the youngster's cheek. "You made me happy. Don't worry, okay? Like I said, we have time and you'll get lots of practice." Antonio finger-gunned Tommy, and the boy returned fire. "Now, I gotta go save a girl from drowning. Come watch if you want." Tommy loved being invited to see them film Antonio's scenes. He dressed quickly in his new clothes and followed behind. The best perk was being able to sit in the director's chair with the actor's name on it. It was so cool, because when lunch was called, Antonio took Tommy by the hand and walked together to the trailer. Everyone smiled as the pair passed by. No one knew that as soon as the door was closed and locked, Antonio Cruz would be thrusting his cock into the Little Helper's mouth. Tommy was frustrated, though. After a week of practice, he could still only handle half of El Burro. It was fortunate that food was plenty; there was always a fruit bowl in the kitchen of his trailer. So in his free time, Tommy would be inventive and try to get used to the feeling of a pipe thrusting in his mouth. "Hey, little man," said a P.A., "you're really going through the bananas. Would you prefer we give you more of that fruit?" "Yeah, sure! I really like 'em!" the tyke beamed. "You got it, Tommy." Antonio had commented after another week had passed, "Hey, look at you, another couple of inches." With a proud smile, Tommy revealed his secret self-taught lessons with the fruit. The superstar was moved. "You did that for me? I don't know what to say." He ruffled Tommy's hair. "You're the best Little Helper I've ever had." It took a month, but at last Tommy felt Antonio's nutsack tapping against his chin with each thrust. Both teen and sucker looked at one another with glee. "Almost there," exclaimed Antonio. "Soooooo close." It was a Friday afternoon when Tommy felt Antonio's naked groin pressing against his face. "OH MY G-GOD, I-I'M COMING." The dairy went straight down Tommy's throat. "I did it," said Tommy after the teen dream collapsed on the foldout bed. "Told'ja," grinned Antonio. "I knew you could!" "Thank you for believing in me." "And you even swallowed ALL my cum." "What's that?" "It's the real name for my dairy. You can now call it 'cum.'" "I can't wait to see you on Monday!" Antonio looked disappointed. "Oh, chico, I don't know if I can wait that long. All I'll be thinking about is you deep throating me." Tommy could see the horny older boy thinking. "Would you be upset if I told your mama we had a special project for you and that you'll be available to see her next weekend?" Tommy was actually relieved that he hadn't been the one to make such a suggestion. He didn't want it to seem like his mom wasn't important. But he, too, was just as excited as Antonio that he'd conquered the donkey dick and he couldn't wait to deep throat it again. "That'd be okay," nodded Tommy. Now Antonio looked concerned about being selfish. "I wouldn't want to force you not to see your mama. That would make me feel bad." "I do wanna see her. But I also kinda wanna... um... celebrate." "It would just be this weekend," smiled Antonio. "Like a holiday that comes only once a year." The teen and boy shared a conspiratorial smile. The pair spent the whole two days in the star's executive suite. Antonio insisted they both remain naked. It was the first time he had allowed Tommy's cocklet to be exposed. It made the teen happy to see the Little Helper erect while deep throating El Burro. He even told Tommy the little dick was a good size for a boy his age. Antonio came a total of 15 times with the entire shaft in the grade-schooler's mouth. It was a weekend of bliss for the boy. And because his school tutor wasn't the only one to give him lessons, Tommy learned what they were doing was called "face-fucking." What pleased Antonio even more was not having to be careful with Tommy. The eight-year-old could be face-fucked without gagging. So Antonio was able to thrust with more force. He would grip Tommy's head and gyrate fast like he did in concert when he performed the final moves in "Let Me Dance for You." In the past it was all about relief. But now Antonio would become like an animal. He was usually sweet, yet he seemed to get more satisfaction being rough and talking tough. "Fuck, yeah. T-Take it. You live for my c-cum." The hostility continued when Antonio returned to the production of BEACH BALL. After he had been stripped naked, the teen would face-fuck the Little Helper for all he was worth. At first Tommy wasn't quite sure what to make of this hot-tempered side of Antonio. Part of him was nervous - well, scared. The older boy's dreamy eyes darkened, his square jaw set, his pearly whites grinded. "Your mouth is mine. Mine to use. I'm gonna fuck your mouth right to the hilt. And I don't care if you like it or not. Your fucking mouth is mine. Hear me? Mine. FUCK, I'M COMING!" Tommy did start to wonder if he'd merely substituted the mean boys who tormented him back home for the mean boy being all aggressive with his mouth. Was his experience in the production trailer any better than what he had lived through in the schoolyard? It was a serious question and one that bothered him. "Hey, chico," said Antonio as Tommy returned the drooping penis back into the speedo, "I noticed you're... you know... tougher. A tough guy. I mean, you're still the sweet pretty boy Tommy. But you look like you can take care of yourself." The star winked and left the trailer to get back to set. Yes! This was true! Tommy did feel stronger. And that was the difference. The mean boys in the schoolyard had made the kid feel helpless. But the pounding in his throat had the opposite effect. Tommy felt no one could mess with him because he'd stepped into the ring with El Burro and shown the beast he could take it. The tyke also knew his own little dick would get even harder being at the mercy of this horny, selfish brute who used his mouth ruthlessly. Now with the face-fucking, Tommy realized he couldn't tell where Antonio left off and he began. Never once did the kid choke or resist. His mouth completely accepted the pleasant assault. Tommy enjoyed the fact he didn't have to think or worry. In that moment he had no other notion or concern except to pleasure the cock and accept the load it would deliver. He knew he loved the harsh treatment and dirty words. This was a side of Antonio that no one had ever seen. Except for Tommy. The Little Helper had to relearn how to swallow all the cum, because the force was even greater. He was back to slurping so that the stuff wouldn't spurt out from inside his cheeks. After one particularly intense session, the superstar fell back on the bed next to his speedo and lifeguard jacket costume. His schlong was still hard and pulsing. "Tommmmmmmy... Ohhhhhhh, Tommmmmmy." Antonio had NEVER used the boy's name before when he was serviced! "My fucking balls ache from that splooge. I don't think I've ever come that hard." He smiled over at the boy. "You do something to me. I've never felt THIS GOOD." Tommy grinned at his idol. The preteen ate up the praise and said, "I love it when you do that to me. Whatever you want, I'll do it." "C'mere, chico," Antonio beckoned. This was new. Once he'd come, the actor was usually out the door. Tommy ventured over and sat on the side of the bed. Antonio pulled him close for a cuddle. "You're a good kid and I'm happy you're with me." "I'm happy, too, Antonio." Over the next month or so, Antonio was like a different person. He face-fucked Tommy with a wildness that was both menacing and alluring. "Eat it, brat. F-Fuckin' gimme your mouth. C'mon, w-worship my cock. Your m-mouth is nothing without my fucking p-prick." His orgasms were so powerful he collapsed on the bed after each one. "Oooohhhhh, Tommy. My Tommy." Antonio propped himself up with one arm. "Could I, uh - could I ask for one more favor?" "Sure, Antonio." "I have a friend. He's good looking. And he's in the same city as your mama. Would it be alright if he... maybe showed her a good time for the weekend? I think... she'd go for him. It would mean I could spend these next two days with you. I... want to try something... different together." It was the first time Tommy had seen his idol so... what was the word? Sad? No. Worried? Not that. INSECURE. Yeah, that's what it was. "I'd like that," said Tommy. "You would? I... I feel bad... you know. I don't wanna keep you from your mama." "I think it'd be good for her to be with someone," smiled Tommy. "She HAS struck me as a bit lonely." "Thank you, Antonio. I'd really like to spend another weekend with you." The teen grinned. "You're so good for me. I can't tell you." Tommy blushed, not knowing what to say. For him, this was all such a gift, an amazing experience he couldn't even believe was real. It was hard to imagine how it could also be special for Antonio. The celebrity could have any boy, probably. But he'd picked Tommy. Once they were naked in the hotel room bed, Tommy opened his mouth and prepared for El Burro. But Antonio shook his head. He beckoned the Little Helper to approach his face. Curious, Tommy crawled over and leaned upward. Antonio cupped the boy's chin and kissed him tenderly. It was so unexpected that all Tommy could do was blush. His head dropped back. "What did you think about that?" Antonio asked. "I... I d-didn't know y-you'd wanna... um... you know... to me." "This is... all new for me, too, chico. I'd like to kiss you on the lips again." Gulping silently, Tommy nodded his assent. Antonio leaned down and kissed Tommy with a passion he'd never before displayed in any of his movies or music videos. Tommy was in heaven. All of those screaming teen girls would be so jealous knowing his mouth had touched the superstar's lips. "I want to try fucking your ass." Tommy had reverted to his old self, the boy who had first met Antonio Cruz during the final interview. "B-But... Why?" "Because it is the most intimate act between two men. I've always been... afraid to do it because... it really had to mean something. And now... I feel... I want us to lose our virginity together.... I want to be your first and I want you to be my first. Because you mean so much to me." Tommy was speechless. Everything was happening so fast. "You mean so much to me, too, Antonio. I want us to do this because you want it." "That's my Tommy. We'll take it slow. I do want it to be good for you." "I'm all yours, Antonio." The teen kissed the grade-schooler passionately. "Tommy. My Tommy." Antonio was true to his word. As with the blowjob lessons, the superstar took his time introducing the underage boy to anal. He lubed up his fingers and gently prodded the little pucker, nudging his fingertips against it, coaxing it to yawn. It wasn't like Tommy's mouth. The tyke had never had anything go up his rear. So there was much resistance. Antonio managed to push an index finger up against the tight walls. Tommy inhaled sharply. "Ah! It... It kinda hurts a bit." "Don't worry, that won't last long, I promise. Be a little man for me. It'll be worth it." Peering down with sultry eyes, Antonio brought his lips in for another kiss. This was the perfect tonic. Nerves steadied, Tommy also allowed a middle finger into his hole. As the boy gained strength, the teen dared to thrust three fingers past the narrow anal ring. "Relax, chico. Just relax and enjoy letting me in." Tommy noticed his boydick was being used as a barometer. If it remained erect, Antonio continued to penetrate the tiny ass. But if it started to droop, he'd back off and circle the rim with his fingertips until the cocklet stood up again. It took a full half-day of prep before Antonio was able to climb on top of the youngster and penetrate the ass with his cockhead. "Ohhhhhhhh, mmmmmmm, Tommy," Antonio crooned. The preteen whimpered and grimaced. The feeling of being full was so odd, especially with a mushroom head as big as the one on El Burro. Slowly, Antonio rocked to and fro, only penetrating as far as the flared ridge. "This'll m-make me come. I still wanna f-fully penetrate you. But for n-now, this'll make me come." "I w-want it to be g-good for you, Antonio." "It IS good for me." Tommy lay there and surrendered his ass to the lustful teen's thrusts. "A-Antonio." It was a familiar feeling to have Antonio tower above him as they stood together, but it was quite another feeling to have Antonio crouched over him like they were in the middle of leap frog. To be impaled from behind kept Tommy glued to the spot, as El Burro would not let him go anywhere. The pain that Tommy had endured was worth it, as a strange warmth took over and made the pummeling in the back a pleasant sensation. "I'm gonna shoot, Tommy. AAAAAHHHHH!!!" The eight-year-old boy felt volleys of semen fire up into his guts. Antonio collapsed on top of his little lover. "Tommmmmmmyyyyyy... Ooohhhhhhh..." They cuddled together and kissed. "You know what this means?" "What?" "You and I. We're no longer virgins. I'll always be your first. And you'll always be mine." By the end of the weekend, Tommy was able to comfortably fit the cockhead into his ass. This would be his new task. To master El Burro once again. The visits to the trailer truly were like Day One. Except Antonio insisted they both be naked. Usually Tommy was positioned on all fours on the bed while Antonio stood by the side and worked more and more shaft into him. To help loosen the entrance to his ass, Tommy was introduced to butt plugs, which he would insert and keep in him until Antonio arrived with the real thing. What brought joy to Tommy was the bigger smile of satisfaction on Antonio's face. Fucking had been denied to the teen for so long that he seemed to be making up for lost time. "I never kn-knew it could feel this g-good, Tommy. It's like w-we're one." "A-Antonio, I'm so happy to be your f-first." "Not just m-my first. But my t-tenth and hundredth and th-thousandth," chuckled Antonio between moans. Almost three weeks went by and they were up to the halfway mark on El Burro. One particular afternoon, Tommy stood crouching by the side of the bed while Antonio fucked him in the missionary position. The teen hadn't kissed the youngster since the hotel room, but Antonio got lost in the fucking and made out with Tommy. Suddenly, the kid jerked back. "Antonio, my... my... gotta pee-" He whimpered and grit his teeth. Alarmed, Antonio held the boy by the shoulders, his face awash with worry. "Chico, you okay?" "I..." Tommy was in another world. The teen looked at the hairless cocklet. It throbbed as Tommy moaned. Antonio watched it stop twitching. Tommy came out of his trance. He looked down at his body. Perplexed. "I didn't pee." "No, Tommy. Why'd you think that?" "My dick, it... It felt like it was blowing up. No - like - inflating. And then it started peeing... Well, it felt like it was peeing." Antonio stared in shock and surprise. "Tommy, did you...? That sounds like... like an orgasm." "But I thought you said only big boys could have 'em." "I gotta spooge. Let's talk later." The superstar fucked Tommy with half his cock and shot up his ass. That night, Tommy was told he had to go to Antonio's hotel room for an emergency session. He arrived and was dragged to the bed. "Tommy, I looked it up. You did come." The boy stared in wonder. "But no... I couldn't... There was no..." "Apparently, you get the same feeling. An orgasm. You can have 'em any time. During puberty you start to shoot. I had no idea it was even possible for someone your age to have what they call a 'dry cum.' Never had one myself as a child." "Wow, Antonio." "If I'd known, I would've..." The teen dream smiled at the little cutie. Antonio threw off his clothes, then stripped Tommy. The youngster was laid on his back. Climbing on top, Antonio kissed him and stuck El Burro up his ass. But instead of just fucking the kid, he was also jerking the cocklet. Tommy moaned. Usually he waited patiently as the older boy thrust into him. But now he was sleepy-eyed and groaning along with Antonio. "A-Antonio, it - it's h-happening - again." "Chico. Oh, chico. AAAHHHHHHH!!!" Tommy felt spooge being delivered up his ass as the pee-throbs signaled he was also coming. Antonio pulled out and the pair collapsed into one another's arms. "Tommmmmmyyyy..." "Yeah?" Antonio smiled. "Tommmmmyyyy..." It was a week after Antonio's 16th birthday that Tommy got fully fucked. Like everything else in the celebrity's life, the party was an event. It was a bit complicated, because they had to fly across the country so that Antonio could record a new pop song and perform in the music video. Even so, about 200 people showed up to celebrate the superstar's birthday. Tommy had been warned that, for appearance's sake, Antonio had to spend time with his girlfriend, do interviews, shake hands with power makers and fans, and meet up with friends. The boy didn't feel bad. After all, his mom had shown up for the evening and they had a chance to catch up. Their gift to Antonio was a slim gold chain the teen said he'd liked during a shopping trip but forgot to buy after being distracted by a phone call. Tommy stayed in a connecting room at the hotel. During the recording and filming sessions, he had his own space in the studio where he could be entertained and get fucked. Antonio loved that the tyke could have dry cums and encouraged him to jack off while his ass was being pounded. The teen wore the chain all the time, even when they had sex. Antonio didn't kiss Tommy at the studio. But at nights in the hotel, the heartthrob made passionate love with lots of lip locking. He was pleased to see more inches disappear into the boy's chute. On the fateful night, a week after Antonio had turned 16, Tommy felt his lover's groin pounding against his ass cheeks. "T-Tommy, you d-did it!" gushed Antonio. "All for y-you," giggled Tommy. It was a magical moment for the two. The slap of the teen's crotch against the boy's butt was like the jungle beat of a raunchy song. They had worked so hard for this moment when the meat would be completely inside the tunnel. Antonio french kissed the boy and together they came. The schedule called for them to return to the set of the BEACH BALL series to continue filming. So they traded hotel rooms for trailers. The teen was thrilled he could go hard on the tyke's ass. A roughness crept into their sex, just like when Antonio was face-fucking Tommy. "Yeahhhhh, t-take that cock. I fuckin' own you. That ass is m-mine. Little f-fuckin'... Your hole - FFFFFFFFFF - was made to please me. NNNNNNNNNHHHHHHH!!!" Once more, it was both scary and exciting. Tommy didn't quite understand it. Neither did he question it. The roughness didn't stop. Antonio continued to take the kid with a brutishness. As if the primal part of the teen were finally unleashed. Production wrapped on the current season of BEACH BALL. Antonio summoned Tommy for a private meeting in his hotel room. They ordered room service and dined together at an intimate table. Tommy could sense something was on Antonio's mind. "Antonio?" "Yes, Tommy?" "You've got news." "Is it that obvious?" "Well - I know you at least a little bit." Antonio put down his fork. He looked at Tommy. It was so out of character for him to be insecure. Yet it was written all over his face. "You've inspired me to take a big leap." Now Tommy had to put down HIS fork. "I've been living - this life. And it's been good to me. But I've wanted something more. Something - challenging." Tommy tilted his head, trying to understand. Antonio could see he was confusing the youngster. "I've been telling my reps I want to do a serious role. There's this script that's been floating around Hollywood for a few years now. And it has this character. A musician. He's... very conflicted about himself. Everybody thinks he's this nice guy. But he's living a lie. There's a grittiness to him. I want to play this guy so bad." Tommy nodded, but he was struggling to understand. "It could change my life. Like Leonardo DiCaprio in WHAT'S EATING GILBERT GRAPE. Or Jennifer Lawrence in WINTER'S BONE. Or Charlize Theron in MONSTER. Everybody sees me as this safe pretty boy. And only a handful of people think I have the chops to do something that might be... important." Antonio took the tyke's hand in his. "It's because of you... because of what we've done together... what you've opened up in me in the bedroom. Before it was just for relief. But now... it's different. It's given me the confidence to push to make this film. We start pre-production in two months." Antonio kissed the tyke's hand. "I'm scared... but also excited. You've been such an inspiration." Tommy blushed crimson. It was so much to take in. He had no idea the effect he'd had on superstar Antonio Cruz. The teen stood up. "Right now let's just enjoy us. Together." He scooped Tommy out of his seat and kissed him with abandon. They went to the bed and fucked all night. Antonio put out the "Do Not Disturb" sign so that he could wake up in the morning with Tommy. The rest of the year was a whirlwind. Antonio announced his amicable breakup with Maria. The official reason was that he wanted to dedicate more of his time to helping underprivileged kids. It was explained to Tommy's mom what a positive influence the young one had been on Antonio. Mother and son were moved into a guest house behind the superstar's L.A. mansion. Antonio had asked Tommy if it would be agreeable to go back to only taking care of the teen's needs - sucking him off, being fucked without dry cums, continuing to be treated roughly. It would help keep the actor in the mindset of his character. Tommy was happy to comply because while he loved the "throbs" he got, he loved even more when the secret side of Antonio - the tough and aggressive side - took over. Fortunately, the production was on location, so Tommy and his mom were able to remain in the guest house - though, of course, the youngster hung out in a trailer during the day so that Antonio had easy access to his body. Tommy was startled to see Antonio show up from hair and makeup with a different look. His locks were almost black, the bangs as well as tufts of hair on each side were bleached. No longer was Antonio the safe pretty boy; he looked like he'd had a hard life and a darker nature. "Fucking bend over the table and place your hands over your goddamn head. I'm gonna fuck you so hard your asshole'll be begging for mercy. Yeah, you're mine to use when I want and how I want. I said bend over now and show me your fuck hole." Antonio didn't really hurt Tommy, at least not much and certainly not intentionally. But the continued threat enlivened the kid's senses and made the sex raw and powerful. After the exhausting two-month production had wrapped, Antonio went back to being a sweet- natured beau, with the occasional bad-boy antic to spice things up. Editing was ramped up so they could take advantage of a pre-Christmas release and put the film in contention for awards season. Tommy and his mom were invited to the premiere of DOWNBEAT/UPBEAT starring Antonio Cruz, and even though they weren't able to join the actor on the red carpet, the youngster was thrilled when the teen made a point of ignoring the cameras to wave exclusively to him. For Tommy it was a wild experience watching his sexual partner play a brutal, angry, misunderstood musician. Antonio was almost unrecognizable in the part. As the credits rolled, the standing ovation lasted for 20 minutes. Antonio, having returned to his pretty-boy look for his three-month concert tour, was urged to give a speech, but he was too overwhelmed to say anything beyond "Thank you from the bottom of my heart, your response to the film is both gratifying and humbling." The job of Little Helper was coming to an end. And Tommy was sad that he'd have to leave this life with the dream teen. Alone in Antonio's room, the two sat next to one another on the luxurious bed. The superstar spoke: "So, you know the program calls for a new Little Helper for next year." "Yes," answered Tommy, blinking back tears. "I know it. I'll be your Little Helper until... you get a new boy." "No, Tommy." The words made the youngster even sadder. He kept his head down. But Antonio lifted his chin. "El Burro has packed on another half inch and I expect he may be an inch or two longer when he is fully grown. No eight-year-old boy will be able to handle him, and no one knows how to please him like you can. You'll grow alongside him so he can keep getting balls deep in your mouth and ass." Tommy was excited. But he tried not to show it. Just in case he was wrong about what Antonio was saying. "You won't be my Little Helper. I want you to be my LOVER. I don't know how we'll do it. But I don't care, I need you in my life." Tommy was stumped. To be Antonio Cruz's lover? The handsome teen stared deeply into his eyes. "Maybe it'll be too complicated. All I know is I'm happy. And I'll do everything I can to make it work." Tommy stared in stunned silence. "From now on, the job of a Little Helper will be to hang out with you, so you will always have company. And I will say hello to the boy on occasion. But I want us to be like a couple. Just as we are now." "Oh, Antonio!" Tommy threw his arms around the superstar. His lover. His Antonio. It was Tommy's ninth birthday and Antonio organized a private celebration with Mama, the people Tommy had grown close to on the show and movie, and friends from back home. At the end of the evening when the party was over, Antonio surprised Tommy with two slices of cake. One slice had a burning candle in the shape of the number "eight." The other slice had two burning candles in the shape of the numbers "one" and "five." "What is this?" asked Tommy with a puzzled smile. "Make a wish and blow out your candle," grinned Antonio. Each closed his eyes and did so. "What'd you wish for?" asked Antonio. "To... To always be with you," blushed Tommy. "Mine was that we always be 15 and eight," said Antonio as he brushed a finger along the boy's cheek. "I want it to be like how we first met. Teen and tween. No matter what age our birthday cards say, I am your 15-year-old horny heartthrob and you are my eight-year-old innocent boy." Tommy grinned from ear to ear. That night they made passionate love. The film starring Antonio was what they called a dark horse. No one expected it to do the business it did or receive the critical acclaim it garnered. Antonio was praised for his breakout performance. He was nominated for both People's Choice and Golden Globes awards but lost out to Tom Hardy and Christian Bale respectively. But then there was the Oscar nomination. Tommy was thrilled when Antonio came home early from the studio party for the nominees in order to fuck him. After they came together, the pair cuddled in bed. "Tommy, I wanted to ask you... What kind of relationship do you like?" "Um. I'm sorry, Antonio, I don't understand." "Do you prefer our gentle love making? Or when I take you for my pleasure?" "Well..." "Be honest with me. It's very important you tell me how you really feel." "Don't worry, I will be. Promise. I... well, usually with us it's gentle loving and sometimes you just take me." "Yes." "But I... guess I like it better when you use my mouth and my ass to get off, and then maybe sometimes we make gentle love." "Yes. Yes! You see, I think I... sensed that when we first met. I think it's the reason why I had a good feeling about you. That you really liked what we were doing. Not that it was a job. But that you were into it... and looked forward to it." "I did, I really did. And I do now, too. It's more... um... exciting. You being all, like, 'I'm taking this, you're mine to do what I want.' And not caring to... get me off. Just getting yourself off. I'm throwing wood just thinking about it." "We don't have to do what everyone else does. What my bubblegum films and songs tell people to do. All romance and never what... comes naturally. So, Tommy, let's just do what we both enjoy." Antonio got up on his knees, grabbed the kid by the head, and shoved his cock past the parted lips. He face-fucked the preteen mouth. El Burro was definitely bigger than the first time Tommy had tasted it. It stretched his lips even wider and went farther down his gullet than it had when he was learning how to deep throat. He was so happy he could still take it all and make Antonio moan with pleasure, even with the teen clutching his hair and pounding his lips without mercy, his heavy balls bouncing off the boy's chin. Tommy could take it without a struggle. He didn't get the big throbs, but he still got some little ones from letting Antonio use him like that. "God, yeah. Feels awesome. I can use your mouth when I want and how I want. AAAAHHH!!!" The lusty teen shot his load and Tommy struggled to swallow it all. They collapsed together. "Ohhhhhhhh, chico, I came so fast." "And hard." "It turns me on when I'm... doing that to you." "I love it, Antonio." "I love YOU, Tommy." "I love you, too." Tommy and his mom were allowed to sit in a special room with a big-screen monitor at the Dolby Theater for Oscar night. Antonio had insisted they be seated with him in the audience, but the organizers wouldn't allow it. The special room was the next best thing, and when that was denied to them, Antonio threatened to boycott the ceremony. A panic ensued since everyone knew Antonio would be a draw to bump up their ratings, so they quietly granted the boy and his mom a special pass. The buzz was that Christian Bale was a shoe-in, but Tommy had his fingers crossed the entire time. A hush fell over the room when the nominees were read out by Leonardo DiCaprio and Jennifer Lawrence. Jennifer opened the envelope. And Leonardo announced, "The Oscar goes to... Antonio Cruz for DOWNBEAT/UPBEAT." Tommy and his mom jumped up and cheered. On the monitor, Antonio looked stunned. The pats on his shoulder brought him back to his senses. He strode to the podium, whispered into Leonardo's ear, and graciously accepted the statuette from Jennifer. Antonio looked out to the crowd. He thanked all the people he was supposed to: the other nominees, the studio, the cast, the director, the writer. Before the orchestra played him off, Antonio then went down a quick list of personal people to thank. He began, "I'd especially like to thank Tommy, and I'd like to thank..." Tommy didn't hear the rest of the names. He couldn't believe his ears. His mom hugged him tightly. The two family members were only allowed into one Oscar party. Still clutching his statuette, Antonio seemed to ignore everyone as he gazed about the room. His eyes fell upon Tommy, which made him grin from ear to ear. He ran up to the boy, scooped him up, and kissed him on the cheek. "Did you see me thank you?" "I did!" "None of this would have happened if it weren't for you, Tommy." The boy whispered into his lover's ear, "Will you use my mouth and ass tonight?" "I have to be here for the press, chico. But be ready for tomorrow - all day." True to his word, Antonio face-fucked and ass-fucked Tommy balls deep with El Burro and delivered into each orifice almost a pint-and-a-half of cum. Not long after the ceremony, Tommy's mom fell in love with a producer she had met at the Oscar party. Both boys were worried about their future together. Antonio begged the woman to continue letting Tommy live with him, as the youngster was such a good influence in his life. Tommy accompanied his mom to a little Italian restaurant that he and Antonio loved to go to. As the boy dug into his plate of spaghetti, his mom touched his cheek and asked if Antonio "treated him good." Tommy got a lump in his throat. He assured her that not only did Antonio make Tommy happy but that the boy loved the teen as much as he loved his mom. In the end, Tommy was allowed to be with Antonio for as long as he wanted. He had his own bedroom in the mansion, mainly to store his clothes and toys, as most nights he spent in Antonio's room. The two were inseparable; they just couldn't bear to be without one another. As a couple they would have quiet, romantic times, but what they loved most was Antonio giving it to Tommy with his still-growing El Burro. "Your mouth is m-mine, Tommy. Fuck, get ready to r-receive my spooge down your throat." The tyke eagerly swallowed the load. "Your ass is s-so sweet, c'mon, take it a-all, Tommy, you're g- gonna be well fucked." The tyke received another load up his ass. "Oh, my innocent eight-year-old boy." "My horny 15-year-old heartthrob." They fell into one other's arms. Antonio brushed the hair out of his lover's face and kissed him on the lips. "I want to make love to you tonight." "That would be awesome. Or... maybe just use my mouth and ass again." "Yeah, okay. I'm now kinda feeling like doing that." Tommy wiggled his eyebrows and with a sly smile said, "I'm no longer your Little Helper. So help yourself." For Antonio and Tommy it was their Hollywood ending.