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 4

How Hunter Got Into Show Business Chapter 04, Mb
By Jack B Pink (jack.b.pink@yandex.com)
http://www.asstr.org/~JackBPink/
Codes: Mb(10), Mm, oral, interracial

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 and condemns any sort of
adult-child abuse including sexual abuse - even if all parties involved are
"consenting" at the time. Seriously. It's not worth 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 stood nervously to the side of the now empty dance
floor. Everyone had left except for that group of men Mr. Juiles was with
before he left and a dark-skinned teen who looked almost like he could have
been LeBoyd's brother. The last kid to leave was that crazy Zachy kid in
the buttless singlet. After speaking a quick word in the blonde boy's
little ear, a fat man with a coarse dark beard put the boy in an odd
wrestling grab. Zachy was carried away in the man's furry arms, one arm
wrapped tightly around the boy's shoulders and neck, the other grabbed the
boy between the legs. Hunter was shocked to see the man's thumb disappear
into the boy's butt. And Zachy didn't seem to mind. Instead, the boy smiled
and giggled in delight. This was a very strange party.

Hunter wasn't sure what to do with himself now that he wasn't in the middle
of a crowd. He felt really uncomfortable in the tight, too small tee, his
weirdly long socks and the super short shorts. Even smaller than girls
wear.

He felt odd being so partially covered, his tummy was exposed to his waist,
and his penis was almost exposed. He knew the top of his butt stuck out and
he kept trying to pull up the shorts to cover himself properly, but was
unsuccessful. Even worse, that strange piece of underwear Mr. Juiles had
made him wear was sticking out the top. It was surprisingly comfortable,
but still embarrassing. Hunter noticed his reflection in a mirror across
the room. His embarrassment grew when he realized the whiteness of his
untanned groin harshly contrasted with his much darker sun-kissed belly.

Hunter's unease was interrupted when one of the remaining men caught his
eye and waved him over. Taking a deep breath, Hunter moved to the small
group, trying not to let his nerves show. This is why he had insisted on
coming to this party and it's why he hadn't run off at the first signs of
weirdness. These men were his future and fame in show business. He needed
to impress or his career would be over before it started. He really wished
Mr. Juiles hadn't abandoned him.

"Hello, Hunter," Beamed the man who had waved him over. He was a tall man,
heavily built. Not fat, but massive with a broad chest, thick arms and legs
that pushed against the fabric of his clothing. He wore a clean,
trimmed-short beared that matched his short but styled hair. His thick
framed glasses exemplified his eyes, so blue they almost glowed. Hunter
couldn't look away as the man continued, "We are so happy to meet
you. Augustus told us so much about your talent. I'm Brendan Bailey." he
held out his hand for Hunter to shake.

"It's nice to meet you, Mr. Bailey," Hunter said politely, trying to be
professional.

Mr. Bailey's beam split his beard again, "Please, boy, just call me
Bailey. And this," Bailey motioned to an older man whose stomach sagged
with fat, "is my star writer, Leroy Lovecoke.". The big man took my hand as
if to shake it, but stepped forward instead and planted a very soft, very
wet kiss on it. The boy blushed, embarrassed to be treated like a girl, but
didn't say anything, not wanting to offend the men.

Finally, the last man, stepped forward. His skin was darker, almost
Middle-Eastern. He was older than the others, with pure white hair and was
overweight, too. Not nearly as bad as Mr. Lovecoke, but certainly not in as
shape as Bailey. This new man didn't even bother with the politeness of
shaking Hunter's hand. He simple walked up to the starlet and started to
rub his naked belly. Hunter was too stunned at the brazen action to
protest, but his shiver gave away his discomfort at the forwardness of the
older man. But again, Hunter didn't say anything, worried about his
career. Nobody else said anything either.

"I really liked your audition tape, " Leroy said smiling at Hunter as
Bailey walked over to the bar and started pouring five drinks.

"Thank you, sir," Hunter replied, relaxing as he began talking about his
expertise, "I was inspired by Corey Fields' early work and am pretty
pleased with it, but I think there are a few things I would do differently.

"Oh?" the third, older man said with interest. He hadn't caught his name,
yet, but Hunter was sure he was Myles Millson, a famous producer. "What
would you have done differently?"

As the two men chatted with professional interest with the ten year old,
the black teen sauntered over to Leroy and wrapped his slender arms around
one the man's arms. Leroy, still interested in the cute your actor,
absentmindedly rubbed the front of the black teen's pants.

Bailey walked over, precariously balancing the five drinks and handed them
out. Hunter took his as Bailey joined the conversation. "What is your
favorite type of movie, Hunter?"

"To watch, I like action movies like Mr. Spymaster. But for acting, musical
comedies are the best."

"So you can sing, kid?" the teen asked, his skepticism clear.

Hunter opened his mouth to respond, but Bailey interrupted, "Why don't we
all continue this shop talk in the Jacuzzi. I'm feeling a little dry."

With that, the three men and the teen all stripped completely nude and
walked into the ground-level pool. Hunter just stood holding his drink.

"C'mon, dude," Myles was eyeing Hunter with undisguised lust. "Get in, it
will help you relax."

Hunter took a sip of the sour concoction and shifted nervously. He didn't
want to be naked with these people, but he still really needed to make his
good impression. With sigh, Hunter pulled off his shirt, fully aware of the
four sets of eyes examining him. He threw the mini-shirt aside and took
another sip of the drink. He knew it had alcohol, but he also knew he
needed that alcohol to keep going with this. So he took another gulp and
kicked off his shoes. Hunter knelt on the floor in the deafening silence
and started pulling off the long white socks as the men stared up the leg
openings of his shorts, impatient to see a peek.

Finally, after another swig and feeling his head start to buzz again,
Hunter quickly dropped his shorts, struggling for a moment as they caught
on his knees. They were so tight. Once he had freed himself, Hunter stood
in that little red thing covering his most private parts, but only his most
private parts. He looked over at the foursome in the tub. Bailey sat
slightly apart, and the black boy was between the two other men, both of
whom were immediately close to the lad. The teen didn't seem to mind,
though.

"We're all guys, here. No need to be bashful. Take it off and get it. The
water is so fine." There was an edge to Bailey's voice and Hunter realized
this was the big test. He couldn't fail so he drained the last of the drink
and, before he could stop himself, stepped out of the thong and walked
quickly, almost running, to the concealment of the pool. All eyes followed
the flapping of his bits until he hid under the water. Hunter sat across
from everyone until Bailey stood up and sloshed over to him. Hunter watched
the man's plump, dangling cock and full sack. He'd never seen adult
genitals before and was mesmerized by the newness.

Bailey sat against the new boy, pulling him to the man. It was surprisingly
comfortable nestling up with the older man, an intimacy Hunter rarely
experienced at home. "You know, Hunter. We're shooting a movie in August
and I think we have a fairly important role for you if you're interested."

Hunter's eyes opened wide, "Oh I am, Bailey, sir."

The men chuckled. Leroy exclaimed skeptically, "You don't even know what it
is."

"He's right," said Bailey, looking down at Hunter. "But we can do a brief
audition here tonight to give us a better idea if this is a good role for
you.

The black boy was pouting between the two men, but Hunter didn't think it
was because of the squish of old man flesh pushing on his sides. "He's been
here an hour and you're already casting him." he complained jealously,
"I've been schlepping for you for years and...nothing!"

Leroy rolled his eyes, but smiled at the black kid, "Poor Quentin," he
teased. "Tell you what. I'm going to my retreat upstate next week. Come
with me and help me write a part for you." He lowered his hand into the
bubbling steaming water. It looked to Hunter that the man's hand was in the
teen's, Quentin's, lap. Quentin's expression was a mixture of skeptical
hope, and mild resignation.

"I'm betting that's not all we're going to do."

Hunter looked at the trio across from him in confusion. He knew there was a
subtext he was missing, but didn't really care. He basically had a
job. There was just an audition that he needed to ace, but it seemed like
these guys were confident he'd do well.

He looked at the man next to him. "What do you want me to do?"

"Well, Hunter. This is an adult movie. You are going to be playing a boy
named Benny who has been kidnapped by the enemies of his powerful CEO
father. Your character will be severely abused, but will come to love and
adore his abusers."

Hunter was unsure. "This doesn't sound very realistic."

Millson smiled at the kid's naivety, "It's actually based on a true story."
His smile was disconcerting. "I actually... interviewed this young Benny
recently, so will be able to coach you a bit."

"Okay, thank you, sir," Hunter responded politely. "I really have no
experience in this so I guess I'll need your help a lot."

"I look forward to it, boy."

Bailey took on a professional tone, "You should know a little bit of the
abuse poor Benny goes through so you can figure out how you can portray it
on screen. Quentin," He looked to the dark teen, "why don't you and your
friends there do a little educational performance in CSA? Hunter, watch
closely, you'll need to learn these things to be convincing."

Without warning, Millson grabbed Quentin's head and shoved him face-first
under the water. Hunter gasped as he watched the boy's head, obscured by
the broiling water bob above, or was it in, Mr. Millson's crotch. The man
leaned back and moaned, releasing the teen's head and allowing the boy to
take control.

Before long, Quentin splashed up from the water, coughing for air. He was
crouched in the tub so just his head was above water. Leroy stood and
stepped towards the gasping teen and Hunter's eyes bulged wide. The fat
man's thing was huge. And it didn't dangle softly against his balls like
Hunter's did, it stood straight out, the head purple and angry. Hunter put
his hand in his lap, self-conscious of his soft little dingle, but started
in surprise when he felt himself hard. He squeezed himself gently, testing
the newness of his dick. It was soft but hard at the same time. Hunter
wondered if Mr. Leroy's big one felt like that.

Bailey noticed Hunter's hand placement as Leroy shoved his cock in
Quentin's mouth between gasps. The man's balls banged against the teenaged
chin once all of his eight inches [20 cm] were swallowed by the expert
slut. As Leroy began face fucking the teen, Bailey reached under the water
and moved Hunter's hand away from his boy bits. The man quickly replaced
the boy's hand with his own fingers and started rhythmically masturbating
the distracted preteen. Gasps of pleasurable surprise came from the boy as
he started to buck his hips with the man's manual strokes.

Meanwhile, Quentin was released for air and pulled up standing. Millson had
wrapped the boy in a bear hug and was kissing him the way adults do. Hunter
could see the man's tongue go into Quentin's mouth and Quentin's tongue go
into the man's. This was so strange, but it mad his tummy all numb. He knew
this was those dirty things his parents always warned him about, but it was
so awesome to watch. He noticed Leroy had also pressed against the dark
boy, his hands were rubbing between the older kid's butt. Instead of being
grossed out by that, Hunter was further excited.

The ten year old was so intent on watching the man-boy sex show that he
didn't notice Bailey guiding his little hand at first. It wasn't until he
was matching the man's strokes subconsciously, did the boy realize he was
holding his boss' dick. It was just like his, both soft and hard at the
same time. But much much bigger. He couldn't even touch his fingers to his
thumb it was that big. But he kept stroking it like Bailey was doing to
him, knowing it felt just as good to Bailey as it did to Hunter.

Leroy pushed Quentin's head down again, but not to his own cock. Instead,
he placed the boy's mouth at the tip of Millson's hardened glands. Without
invitation, the boy's lips opened and guided the hardened sex
inside. Hunter felt himself grow weightless as he watched in rapt
fascination. It wasn't until he felt the slightly scratchy hair on his back
that he realized Bailey had lifted the boy on his lap. Now Hunter, at ten
years old sat naked on the coarse pubic hair of an adult man he'd only just
met. The man's erection was sticking up between the boy's slender
legs. Without prompting, Hunter grasped that cock with both hands and began
stroking as he watched the black teen suck on the Middle-Eastern cock,
entranced.

He could hear Bailey's breathing become more labored behind him. He could
feel the man's hairy stomach expanding and contracting against his back and
ass. Hunter felt the man's prick grow ruggedly hard in his little hands
before it suddenly pulsed. Surprised, Hunter looked down, breaking his
eye-contact on the lurid scene of the teen's sexual abuse. A cloud of white
expanded from the thick cock in his hands. What the hell was that?

Grunting from the old man drew Hunter's attention again. There was so much
new strangeness going on, the boy couldn't focus. But he saw the old man,
holding the teenagers head, grunting and bucking his hips. Hunter knew what
the man was doing in the kid's mouth. He wondered briefly what it tasted
like, not knowing he's soon find out.


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