From: kataka@hotmail.com (kataka)
Subject: The child actor & TV star (m/b)
Date: Wed, 29 Jan 1997 21:43:49 GMT
Organization: boyswhoseduce

THE CHILD ACTOR  & TV-STAR  (M/B)

DISCLAIMER/WARNING:

The following story contains material of an explicit sexual nature,
involving consentual relations between boys and/or boys and men. 
All events and persons contained in this story are purely
fictional and do not represent the actions of actual persons. 
Do not read or download if you are offended by such material or if 
you are a minor and do not make it available to anyone not of legal 
age.

The story is snipped from a magazine: BOYS WHO SEDUCE No. 1. This
magazine was bought in England in late 70's. It does not contain any
publisher or author, so I can not give credit to anyone. 


THE CHILD ACTOR  & TV-STAR  (M/B)



About six years ago there was a there was a television situation
comedy in which a not-so-famous TV actor was cast to play the
brother to a thirteen year old boy. It was decided that the
child actor "Billy" should go and live with the TV actor
"Robert" so that a rapport could develop between them



Billy was a boy with a flowing mop of reddish hair and freckles
lightly sprinkled across his face. He could have passed for
fourteen with his lithe, athletic body brought about by a lot of
swimming and body building. Billy's father had died when he was
quite young and his mother had left him to himself too much. The
boy had a lot of free time between chores at he studio. Older
actors took a sexual interest in him and Billy knew this, but no
one lucky enough to have scored yet and have him sexually.



Robert was a divorced man who was living alone in a secluded
home away from the main arteries, he had plenty of room and
privacy. Robert was a good looking man of twenty-two who could
have passed for eighteen. He was dark haired and worked out
regularly in the gym; he had a steel-hard physique. Although
divorced Robert still had his share of the birds and never a
homosexual thought until the day he met "Billy".



Billy was addicted to physique magazines featuring males in sexy
positions. He had been approached by a physique magazine to pose
for them but had refused. He had a good time working for the
television and the money was very good and he knew that all
would be ruined if he was discovered nude in a physique magazine.



When Billy met Robert, the man he had dreamed about had entered
his life. Without a real father, he had yearned for the physical
and emotional attentions that only a man could give him. When
the director had suggested that he spend the weekends with
Robert at his home the boy was happy.



The first two weekends went without event and, in fact, were
tense and dull. When the director said that the recording date
was to be brought forward and that they only had three more
weekends together Billy decided that something dramatic had to
be done and to let Robert know how he felt towards him.



So it was on that third weekend that Billy crept into Robert's
bedroom that night and said that he was afraid to sleep alone
and could he sleep with him.



Robert had been laying beneath the covers thinking of his
ex-wife and a piece of cunt that he could be having, instead of
looking after some punk kid from the studio, when Billy walked
into his bedroom clothed only in a pair of underpants.



Billy slipped into the bed with him and explained about himself
being lonely and that he didn't have a father. Robert explained
to the boy that he was nearly a grown man and shouldn't be
hero-worshipping somebody like him. Billy begged Robert to let
him stay with him, and in the end Robert agreed thinking that
the boy would soon be asleep.



Robert was in for a shock, though for as he lay there he felt
Billy's hand flop casual-like across his chest. He didn't do
anything about it. The hand, as though heavy with sleep began to
slide towards his navel. At this point Robert began to worry. He
was a horny guy and when Billy had first entered the room he had
had a huge hard-on and was about to masturbate. Billy's hand was
creeping towards his huge erection. Billy finally touched the
head of his prick. Robert felt his fingers going around it. God,
he didn't want to be tempted, but Billy kept his fingers around
the shaft of his dick. Finally, Robert couldn't stand it any
longer; he jumped from the bed and told the boy that he didn't
want any of that kind of horse play.



Robert's prick stood hard against his navel as he stood there in
front of the boy. He looked down at Billy and began to get a
queer feeling in his loins. He found himself getting as erect as
he would have done for any piece of cunt. Christ, he would have
to take a cold shower. He told Billy to stay where he was and
get to sleep.



Robert set the shower and stepped in. After two minutes his
erection had gone down and he turned the water to warm. He
started thinking about Billy. He just couldn't go back to that
bedroom; he would have to sleep in the spare. Hell, the way he
had started feeling towards that boy, he would end up fucking
him, and that would look just great if that got around back at
the studio. He was about to step from the shower when he heard a
pad of feet. There, through the opaque glass door of the shower,
he could see Billy taking off his underpants.



Through the glass Robert could see Billy's curvy, hairless
backside. He started to get another hard-on. This boy was really
asking to be fucked but hell - he was only thirteen. The door
slid open and into the shower stepped Billy.



Robert asked Billy what the fuck he was playing at; that was his
private shower and couldn't he wait. Billy just looked at Robert
with a hurt expression on his cute face. Billy turned with his
back against Robert, his tight arse pressed against his body as
Billy bent over to look for the soap on the floor of the shower
unit. Robert felt his prick rise against Billy's flaring
buttocks. He had a sensation of lewdness that he had taken for
granted with the women and young girls that he had had over the
years. Hell, he was a normal guy who liked pussy, but here was a
boy half his age, longing for him to stick his prick up his
tail...



Billy turned round to face Robert. He had the soap in his hands
and began to soap Robert's cock. Robert stood there and let him.
The water flowed over their bodies, warm and sleepy. Robert's
eyes rolled back, he looked horrified through half-closed eyes
as Billy manoeuvred himself to the floor of the shower and
placed his lips around the top of Robert's now very hard cock.
Robert could feel his balls being licked and it was at this
point that his masculinity began to crumble. He felt his tool
being washed by the boy's mouth. God, he must be experienced for
he was giving him experiences that he had never had with ant
bird. He could feel strange erotic feelings and pictures flash
through his mind.



Robert placed his hand on top of the boy's reddish brown hair,
drawn down by the force of the water, the head bobbed up and
down. He suddenly appreciated the desire of Billy to make him
happy. The tremors came on fast, he had to grip onto the boy's
shoulders to stop from dropping.



Billy's head worked faster on Robert's tool. He clamped down on
the mast and as it began to lurch and pull away from the wet,
sucking mouth, his body began to rise with it. Billy sucked hard
and fast. Robert knew that he wouldn't last long. He felt the
climax rise in his loins, the nectar of his balls began to flow
from the boy's mouth. Billy finished the job and licked his lips
to try and collect all the semen. He asked Robert if he had
liked it but Robert was in a state of collapse and could only
nod.



Billy slipped from the cubicle as Robert drew himself another
shower. When he had finished he went back to his own bedroom and
there was greeted by Billy lying on all fours on top of the bed.
Robert gasped at the sight of Billy, but he was done for and the
shower had given him a chance to reflect what had happened
between them. Hell, he told the boy, the games were over. Billy
spun off the bed and, throwing himself at Robert's feet, begged
him to fuck him. Robert was adamant, a blow job was one thing,
but to fuck him, why, he only fucked girls and, besides that, it
was against the law - the LAW, GOD!



Billy threw himself face downwards on the bed and spread his
legs wide. Robert could see his gleaming asshole. The kid must
have got some vaseline from the bathroom. He began to wonder
what it would be like to bumhole the boy. He turned the light
off. The moonlight through the chink in the curtain was enough
light to see Billy's tight cheeks.



Robert was once again hard. He stretched on top of the boy and
placed his throbbing cock at the entrance to the boy's hole - he
shoved it up. Billy winched with pain. He shoved it some more;
he had to be careful that he didn't split him.



Billy was in pain. Robert was a big guy; he was a good nine
inches. Billy took hold of the pillow and buried his face into
it, moaning as Robert shoved the full nine inches into his
crack. Billy had often dreamt of being fucked by a man, but
never did he guess the pain, but what a wonderful pain it was.



Billy sighed hard as Robert began to ride him and mount him
deeper. This was what he had wanted all his life - to be
surrounded by a handsome guy. Billy moved forward and Robert
followed, but his dick slipped out and in the moonlight he could
see nine inches of slimy circumcised flesh. He marvelled at how
clean it was. He thought that it would be covered in shit, but
no, just a rosy glow, or was it blood.



Robert mounted Billy again and pushed stiffly up his rump. The
flesh began to yield. Billy's tunnel of love was moist and hot;
it quivered as Robert rampaged unmercifully. It was now that he
gathered his strength to shoot a big load into him.



Robert jerked wildly and Billy was surprised. Robert's balls
tensed and the spunk gushed in volleys of thick cream. Billy
cried out in pain as Robert forced more of his prick into him -
Robert fucked all the life out of his cock. He lay for a moment,
and the boy turned in his arms and placed a wet kiss on his
cheek. Robert turned his lips to meet Billy's. He was
embarrassed at the way he had used the kid and hurt him.



Billy's tongue darted in and out of Robert's mouth, creating
rivulets of moisture. Robert stopped kissing the boy and looked
down at the boy's tool, which was randy and in need of
attention. Robert felt what a selfish bastard he was, and had to
do something for him. Robert began to play with the boy's organ,
jerking it wildly and making the pumping tool get redder and
bigger. He just had to go down on him, but had he the nerve.



He took the boy's rigid penis and slashed his balls with his
tongue. He took hold of the rounded head of the prick and
swallowed it. He was suddenly taken with a desire for flesh. He
wanted to make it all wet, slimey and oozy. Billy was pleased.
He squirmed and rocked his hips, the suddenly he tensed as the
spunk shot from his tool. Robert felt the slug of the spunk
slide down his throat. It tasted salty and a little of urine.
Robert's own cock was yet again standing proud and much to his
surprise shot a load over the sheets at the same time as Billy
came in his mouth. What one hell of an experience for a guy's
first blow job.