Date: Thu, 31 Dec 2015 22:14:49 +0300
From: Jack Pinkerton <jack.b.pink@yandex.com>
Subject: How Hunter Got Into Show Business, Chapter 1

How Hunter Got Into Show Business Chapter 01, Mb
By Jack B Pink (jack.b.pink@yandex.com)
http://www.asstr.org/~JackBPink/
Codes: Mb(10), Mm(17), oral

Please be aware that this story describes, in erotic detail, sexual
interactions between males and between adults and minors (both over and
under 14). The author vehemently discourages any sort of adult-child abuse
including sexual abuse - even if all parties involved are consenting at the
time. Seriously. It's not worth potentially destroying a child's life to
get off. Just read these harmless stories.

This story is meant solely for entertainment purposes, not
instruction. Please do yourself a favor and DON'T harm or abuse any real
children.

The characters and events depicted in this story are completely
fabrications and in no way relate to real people or real events. Any
appearance of similarity to real persons or events is completely
coincidental.

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Hunter Parish sat between his mom and dad smiling nervously at
Mr. Juiles. The talent agent leaned back in his chair, studying Hunter,
appraising him. It made Hunter uncomfortable, the way the middle aged man
preened at him. Mr. Juiles' slicked back hair and hawkish nose gave him a
predatory look while his hunched shoulders and bony frame reminded Hunter
of a vulture. This thought didn't do anything to relieve the ten-year-old's
unease.

His parents shifted uncomfortably beside him as the man, who could be
Hunter's gateway to fame and fortune, stared silently. Finally, the man
said, "Your screen test went really well. Very impressive, yes. If it were
two decades ago, you would have been the perfect Harry Potter. Yes."

Hunter's dad cleared his throat, recovered from the shock of the sudden
break in the silence. With a hesitantly hopeful voice, "So you think Hunter
will get the role?"

"No." Hunter's heart sank as the mood of the room went from anxiously
optimistic to depressingly crushed in an instant. "They already offered it
to that Ashe kid. You started too late in the process."

"But we thought-" Mr. Juiles held up a hand signaling the mother silent.

"That's not how it works in this town, Mrs. Parish. It is more important
who you know. Yes. Or who knows you. Your skill and talent and looks will
get you in the door, but you need to socialize with the directors and
producers. You've done well in the first step, but that was the easy
part. Now you need to network."

"But Hunter is just a boy. How does a ten year old network?" Hunter's mom
asked, frustration seeping into her voice.

"Just like everyone else," Mr. Juiles snapped sharply, annoyed at the
typical naive question, "Hunter," he turned his gaze on the boy. "you need
face time, mingling with these people. That is the only way."

"How do we... How does Hunter do that?" Mr. Parish asked.

"Well, there are a couple of ways. Hunter can go to open auditions. But
there are literally hundreds," Mr. Juiles emphasized that last word, "of
other kids at open auditions. All just as talented and just as cute as
Hunter. It will be pointless."

"Then how-," Mr. Parish began before Mr. Juiles signaled silence again.

"Brendan Baily is throwing a small party with his favorite writers and
director this Friday. An 'inspiration night' he calls it. They usually have
a couple of potential actors around to help the inspiration process. I
don't pretend to understand artists, but this is one of Baily's quirks. I
can try to get Hunter invited."

"Just Hunter? There's no way I'm letting him go to a party alone."

Mr. Juiles sighed. He hated parents. This job would be so much easier
without them. "I'll be with Hunter." Mr. Parish's mouth opened to protest,
but Mr. Juiles was quicker, "These producers have had truly awful
experiences with parents. So much so that if they see you before the film
is in theatres, Hunter's career is done."

"I'm still not comfortable-," Mrs. Parish stopped. This time it wasn't due
to a hand signal from the agent. Instead, Mr. Juiles reached out his hand
with an envelope. Mr. Parish opened it and pulled out a check. Looking at
it, his eyes went wide.

"This is an advance my agency is willing to make. It is a sign of the faith
we have in your son."

"Okay," Mr. Parish acquiesced, "but promise me you'll take care of Hunter."

"Excellent. I will pick Hunter up at 8 on Friday and will return him to you
at around noon on Saturday."

"Wait a minute," Mrs. Parish interrupted, "You want him overnight. He's a
little young..."

Mr. Juiles sighed again. "I know this is all new, but you need to trust
me. If you want to see more of those checks and you want your boy to become
the star he was born to be, this really is the best way. These
creative-types need time for their inspirations to percolate. And let me be
honest. There will be drugs and alcohol and Hunter will be expected to
participate-" Mr. Parish opened his mouth angrily, but Mr. Juiles was
already continuing, "but I'm going to make sure he doesn't over do it. I
have a lot of experience in this."

Hunter was quietly following along. He didn't really understand all this,
but the look on his parents faces made him certain they were about to stop
this. His father was fingering the check, unsure weather to give it back,
and his mother's face was red with fury. He really wanted this. He'd loved
movies his whole life. All ten years and he needed to do this. Needed to be
part of this. "Mom, Dad." The three adults looked at him, "Please. It won't
be so bad and I really want to do this."

Mrs. Parish looked at him with pity, "But your too young, you don't know-"

Hunter's eyes grew hard, "I know this is my only chance. Don't ruin it for
me."

His mother closed her mouth and looked at him defeated. Mr. Juiles smiled
in victory. Hunter's father said to the talent agent. "Very well. I will
hold you responsible of anything happens to Hunter."

"I understand," Mr. Juiles had to force solemnity in his voice.

"We'll see you Friday evening."

"Oh, one last thing, Mr. and Mrs. Parish. I'll need Hunter for fifteen
minutes here for a quick photoshoot. It is best to send something to Baily
before the party. A few days of sitting on Hunter's face will really help
Baily see him in the role. You can wait at the bar at the end of the hall,
there." he indicated the direction, opening the door for the
Parishes. "Help yourself to whatever you want."

***

Charlie, Augustus Juiles' secretary, watched as the cute boy's parents
walked to the bar with hesitancy. That means that cute little boy was going
to be the star of a party. Too bad Charlie wasn't invited. He pulled out a
touch-up kit from his desk and walked into Agustus' office.

***

"Now that we're alone, I can be frank with you, Hunter. Your parents don't
recognize your talent or understand your ambition, so let's keep this
conversation between us. Yes?"

Hunter nodded, "They never understand me."

Mr. Juiles walked over to Hunter and rubbed his shoulders in
sympathy. "They never will, so you need to be really careful what you say
around them." Mr. Juiles assistant, Charlie, walked in with a black
satchel. He was very effeminent and young, probably only 18. Maybe
younger. He had curly blonde hair, a very slight, boyish frame, and a
toned, tanned body. Hunter was enamored with this young man. He didn't act
like any boy or man Hunter knew. Charlie walked like a girl, he wore
make-up, and called him 'Sweety'.

As Charlie started to empty his bag on the side table, Mr. Juiles redrew
Hunter's attention. "So let's get started. Charlie, here, is just going to
give you a few touch-ups." The young man walked up with a brush and dabbed
Hunter's face with a thin layer of powder. "Perfect!" the assistant said
after a moment.

Mr. Juiles took out his camera and pointed it at Hunter's face. Hunter
didn't know where to look. Mr. Juiles directed him. "Look at the painting
behind my shoulder." SNAP! "Now, look at me, but don't smile." SNAP! "Now,
smile." SNAP! "Bite your lip and look innocent. Good." SNAP!

"Okay. Get on your knees and look up at me." Hunter did and Mr. Juiles got
really close before SNAP!

"Now on your hands and knees and look up." Mr. Juiles walked around Hunter
taking a lot of pictures in this position.

"Now Hunter, these next shots need to be kept extra secret, okay?" The boy
nodded his assent. "Good. Take off your shirt." Hunter only hesitated a
moment before pulling off his polo and setting it to the side. Charlie was
quick to powder his chest, hiding a small birthmark and a couple of minor
scars. Then Mr. Juiles was taking pictures again, telling Hunter how to
pose and where to look. It was kind of fun, like he was being directed in a
movie.

"Okay. Lose the shoes and pants."

Hunter hesitated. "W-what?" he asked, unsure if he understood.

Mr. Juiles lowered the camera and looked at the naive boy. "There will be a
brief nude scene in Mr. Baily's movie. He needs to know how you look naked
so he can start planning the shots."

"But I don't have the part yet." Hunter protested.

"If you do well at the party, and trust me, you will, then the part is
yours. I have a lot of experience in this." he stepped up to the preteen
and in a hard, commanding voice said, "Now, Hunter, drop your pants."
Hunter obeyed.

Again, the talent agent snapped dozens of pictures of Hunter, in just his
boxers and socks. Hunter was put in lots of odd positions. Leaning back in
a chair with his foot held up. On his back, arms behind his head smiling up
at Mr. Juiles. Laying on his stomach with his legs up and crossed. His
favorite was when Charlie got involved. Mr Juiles had Hunter sit on
Charlie's lap, chest to chest. Charlie was still fully dressed, but he
hugged the boy. Hunter's face was towards the camera and he had a very
contented and relaxed expression.

Finally, Hunter ended up in that same position down on his hands and knees
like a puppy. Mr. Juiles took a lot of pictures of him like that,
especially from behind. Then, Mr. Juiles said, simply, "Charlie." Hunter
felt his boxers pulled down to his knees.

"Wha-" he began before being ordered to not move by the man he was starting
to see as his boss. Hunter felt the soft bristles of the brush tickling
between his cheeks. He was still on all fours and this must have made it
really easy for Charlie to make-up his butt. But why? SNAP! SNAP! SNAP!
Mr. Juiles finished up with a few more photos then told Hunter to get
dressed.

"Remember," The man said to the boy, "Don't tell anyone, or you'll lose
your shot at Hollywood."

"I won't." the boy replied, believing him. Then he smiled at the man and
hugged him. "Thank you, Mr. Juiles. See you Friday." Charlie escorted the
boy to find his parents, probably tipsy, in the lounge.

Mr. Juiles went to his computer to download the images. He sorted through
them, filing the best shots for Brendan Baily. After a few minutes Charlie
walked in. "Do you require anything else from me?"

Mr. Juiles looked at the last image on the screen. It showed the white
curves of a ten-year-old butt, cheeks spread wide, anal entrance tight and
virgin, a compact prepubescent scrotum sat below. "Yes."

Charlie walked over to his employer, knelt down in front of him, and took
the hard, familiar penis in his mouth. Charlie knew how to please the
man. He'd been swinging on the man's dick for the past five years, since he
was a twelve-year-old, newly outed, and newly disowned fag. He sucks on the
man's cock, waiting for the nut to fill his mouth while the man ogled the
soon-to-be newest member of the Hollywood Boys Harem.

--

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