Date: Mon, 22 Mar 2004 11:52:13 -0800 (PST)
From: Ganymede
Subject: Movie Brat Chapter 11

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Movie Brat, by Ganymede



Chapter 11.



".... We're windin' up the Tuesday Hip-n-happenin' show as
we come up to the hour. You're on 106.5, just a notch down
from the top of the dial.  Hollywood's hottest! You got it!
The babes are here if they're in L.A. Hold it right, 'cause
I'm playin' it tight. Gotta go guys. Here's Lou to take us
out for today...."



Six p.m. traffic Will kept the Ferrari well back from the car
in front. Fast moving flow in each direction, doing forty
then braking quickly. There was no easier way to get smacked
in the rear than by traveling too close. Dabbing his foot
back and forth, playing heel-toe with the brake and the gas.
Impatient. Tired of changing gears. Lugging the motor or
burning up gas. Cam chains whining behind his head. Not
really caring. Gut knotted up like he needed a crap. Heart
burn, because tonight was the night. Hating what he was about
to do, but knowing there was no other way.

Will glanced sideways. Dyani was resting. Doe eyes closed
for a while. Worn out after three hours of performing non-
stop in front of a camera. At least an hour in makeup and
costume. Always practicing lines. Then, waiting for hours in
post-production with Will. Surrounded by black metal boxes
and LCDs, tired but fascinated by Hollywood skill. Making
something from nothing, Will called it. Both watching with
interest while the final tape was created. Editing was
always a bore until then. Somehow, making that demo-tape of
Dyani was different. Watching him act, doing his thing with
so little effort. Dyani could act. There was no doubt about
natural talent. Sexy boy too. Will noticed the looks that
Dyani got from the D-P (director of photography). It was
rumored that the guy got a kid in the sack when he was
scouting locations on Vancouver Island. Got caught by the
father, setting up angles for a shoot of his own. Watching
him look at Dyani. No doubt about it. His mind was on
something besides his job. Missed calling 'roll sound, roll
camera' one time too many. It was hard not to smile.

Glancing at Dyani. Snoozy boy. Sun baking his slender brown
legs where they extended beyond his baggy micro-suede
military-style cargo shorts. Hollywood casual taken to the
extreme. Almost enough room in the in the too-long legs to
slide his hand all the way to boy-paradise. Little boy- dick
and balls waiting for fondle time beneath bright yellow
fuzzy-cloth. Little brown kneecaps, each with a pale scar
apiece from a bicycle accident three years ago. Tee-shirt,
pulling in taut on stretched out boy tummy. Tempting sight
for a man who loved boys. Dots for nipples showing through.
Hot! Designed for lust.

Finally, passing North Doheny Drive, away from the traffic,
waiting for the Sunset split, picking up speed into Beverly
Hills. Dyani snoozing, head resting on the seat-back
bolster. Dreamy boy with a wisp of dark curly hair brushing
his forehead. Lips still red from the effect of the makeup.
Translucent eyebrows. Gorgeous boy, like the Creator
intended. Will stopped taking his frustration out on the
car, but the pain was still there. Tormented soul. Two days
and he still hated the world. Hated himself most of all.
Setting Dyani Deere up with a man he despised. Will tried to
forget. Telling himself that life went on regardless of what
he was doing.  Disillusionment was part of Tinsel Town. Just
do whatever was needed. Life would go on regardless.

Dyani would survive just as Billy Sterling survived. A lot of
boys had sex to get the break that led to success. Billy
Sterling bent over and parted his cheeks for a chance at a
future. He was  fucked by a assistant casting director in a
filthy trailer on the back lot. Will had spent a lifetime
telling himself that it could have been worse. Letting Al
Koester do it to him in order to get a role in a movie,
enjoying it too after a while. All it had taken was a few
dozen thrusts up inside him, stirring up the magic deep in
his bowels.  It wasn't so bad that he would never do it
again.

The worst part was getting him ready. Showing Dyani how to
put on a condom. Rolling it down Will's fat shaft with his
tickling fingers. Shy, curious boy. Will told him a few jokes
to lighten the moment.

"Do you know how to reuse a condom?"

"No."

"Turn it inside out and wash the fuck out of it...."

Dyani laughed, but only because Will said the 'bad' word.

"Why did the condom cross the road?"

"Um,... not to get to the other side, right?"

"Because it was pissed off."

"Huh? I don't get it."

"If you pee in a  rubber it's go nowhere to go, so it comes
off..... "

 They fucked afterwards so Dyani could see what it did. The
protection of latex made them giggle, feeling quite a bit
different to the other times.  Afterwards, pulling out and
showing Dyani the bulb filled with semen. Talking seriously
about AIDS and venereal disease, about not sucking cock
unless he was certain. Telling him the basic rule. 'You won't
get sick if you wrap his dick.' Latex tasted like shit, but
there was no need to swallow. Making sure Dyani understood
what was expected of him. Kiss and lick along the side if
it's uncovered. Don't put it inside his mouth. Never! Not
even for a moment. Then, the next morning, explaining
Freeman's foibles, as Will called what would happen to
Dyani. Better that than calling them perversions. The dildo
insertion took forever. It was much thicker and longer than
the dust broom handle that Alex used. No doubt, with Will's
skilled hand it felt even better.

Will stopped on the way home to pick up take-out Chinese food
that he had ordered from the studio. He hurried into the
hole-in-the-wall restaurant, barely greeting the owner-chef
despite being one of his most frequent customers, not
bothering to explain why his usual order had increased by a
factor of three. If his plan did not work out, he'd be back
to a single order the next time he came in for carry-out.

Dinner was hurried because Freeman was due to arrive at seven
o'clock sharp. They'd watch Dyani's video for fifteen
minutes, sign the contract, and then Cynthia was going out,
supposedly to see a movie. Better that she wasn't around,
even on her last night in L.A. Cashew chicken. Sweet and sour
chicken. Will's favorite, Hunan Chicken. Too much chicken.
Glancing at Dyani. Quiet, but as beautiful as Will had ever
seen him. Chicken boy, like some 42nd Street whore of thirty
years ago. Selling his body to get a chance at living the
big-time dreams of Hollywood. Big, somber, sensuous eyes,
downcast. Shoulders slumped. No one was happy. Eating a
little because there was food on the table and no one wanted
to waste it. The alarm bell rang, warning that there was
someone at the front gate. Dyani muttered he wasn't hungry.
Will knew otherwise. Dyani had barely eaten anything for
breakfast or lunch. Punishing himself. Already too skinny.
Pushing the barely touched plate aside. It wasn't worth the
effort. At least he'd have an empty stomach and less chance
of throwing up.

"I'd better go let him in," Will said, shoving his seat back
from the table.

He left the room. Went  up the stairs, listening to Cynthia
and Dyani talking in the kitchen.

"I can handle it, Mom." Frustration. Teary voice. Not happy.

"I know you can, sweetie. I wish it didn't have to be like
this. I really do! It'll be worth it in the long run."

"Will said he was going to tell Mr. Freeman it was just for
tonight. I won't have to do it with him again."

Donny Freeman was one big smirk. Holding out his hand to
shake like he was a close friend. Will stepped aside and
invited him inside. Then, thinking of Dyani's doe-eyes, he
changed his mind.

"Let's talk for a moment first, Donny."

"Sure, Will."

"Outside if you don't mind."

"Why? You want to tell me how he likes it, huh?"

Snickering, smarmy face. Enjoying his joke. Thriving on
showing Will who was boss.  Will ignored him. Freeman wasn't
about to let it go without getting some sort of reaction.

"Once I get it in his ass I can probably figure it out for
myself. I bet he's tight, though. Is he?"

Laughing. Snorting. Crudely jerking his finger back and
forth inside the closed palm of his other hand. Making
disgusting sloppy fuck  sounds within his mouth. Enough
already, Will wanted to yell. Ass-hole of the highest order.
Will led the way, past Freeman's black Cadillac, following
the stone retaining wall that overlooked the swimming pool.
Dyani had swum there every day since he and his mother moved
into Will's house. Swimming laps for at least an hour a day.
Naked non-stop. Getting his bottom tanned all day Sunday and
Monday. Brown-butt boy. A few more days in the Californian
sun and he would not have a tan line.

"Donny,... I have a deal for you."

"Okay?"

"You're signing him for twenty thousand," Will began.

His confidence ebbed further with every second he was in
Freeman's presence. This porcine son-of-a-bitch was going to
fuck Dyani. His boy.

"That's what we agreed."

"I'm prepared to pay you that amount myself. A personal
check, cash, however you want it. All you do is sign the
contract and leave."

"No sex?" Donny smiled. "You must have it real bad, Sterling.
Either that or his cute little ass is something else. You'll
pay twenty grand for me to leave him alone?"

"Yes."

Donny clucked, then chuckled to himself. "How about twenty-
five in cash?"

"Yes." Will expected a demand for more. Thirty thousand,
even forty thousand. Double for nothing.

"Forget it. I'm porking boy-ass tonight. You could offer me
your fucking Ferrari and you wouldn't be able to stop me.
It's all I've been thinking of since I saw your cutie get off
the roller coaster."

"Donny,.... Okay,..." Long sigh. "You're right. I've got it
bad. If you must know, I love him."

Hoping that would make all the difference. Admitting his
innermost secret to the one man he hated.

"Why am I not surprised?"

Will tried again. "Doesn't that mean something, Donny? He's
nothing more than another ass to you. He means everything to
me. I'll make up whatever it costs. The thing is, you won't
lose a cent. He can act better than any kid I've ever seen
starting out. You'll see it on the tape."

"You want to know something, Will? I'm not surprised. I can
always tell when someone can act. I spotted him at the pier.
The way he walks, how he holds his head. I'm sure you know
the deal. He's got what it takes. Making a tape was
unnecessary, but hey, it's your money, not mine." Grinning
at Will. Rubbing it in. "Actually, if it wasn't for my wife
pushing my son, I'd probably be auditioning your boy for the
part of Oliver. He's certainly cute enough."

"It's never too late," Will suggested flippantly.

"Yeah, right. You don't know my wife. Listen. If you don't
want to sign him up as Masturbates, fine. I can always get
another kid."

Will resisted the impulse to strike out. "No."

"Then, can we say a deal's a deal?"

Will emptied his lungs. "Yes."

"Good. I'd hate to think I wasted my time driving all the way
up here."

They went down the stairs at the end of the retaining wall
and entered the house from the terrace level. When they
walked into the kitchen, Dyani looked up from what he was
doing. On the surface, Will saw a ten-year-old boy using a
knife to rearrange the rice in one of the cardboard
containers. However, his eyes were reddened. Cynthia's
expression confirmed what was obvious to Will. The sooner
the deal was concluded, the better. Dyani and Cynthia
followed Will into the living room. The adults took up seats
on the couch while Dyani inserted the newly created DVD into
the player.

The first scene was was more than sufficient to show what
Dyani could do in front of a camera. It was a scene from 'The
Client'. Dyani as Mark, and a black woman in her mid-forties
as Reggie. It lost a little in translation, but what was very
obvious to everyone who saw it was that Dyani had the depth
and skill to do the part every bit as well as Brad Renfro.
The second scene was a cold take, no preparation allowed,
acting out perfunctory instructions that were given to him
from off-camera. In the studio Dyani's performance looked
better than okay, but with editing and the effect of camera
angles and framing, Dyani was superb. Will watched with
consuming interest, remembering the screen tests of hundred
of other boys who he had introduced to Hollywood over the
years. A few were equal to Dyani, or a fraction better, but
they were a year or two older.

"He's something else," Freeman agreed with a smirk that said
a lot more.

Mind running on lust. Constant glances in Dyani's direction.
Nothing that Will could do at the moment. Wishing there was
another way.

"The next scene has him,..." Will began.

Freeman cut him off sharply. "I've got what I needed. I don't
need to see the rest of it. Do you have the contract for me
to sign?"

"Right here," Will said dryly.

The contract was triplicate, standard issue,  Screen Actors
Guild for minors. Will handed it over along with the fountain
pen he used as part of the signing ritual for all of his
clients. It was a 1936 Wahl-Eversharp Coronet, generally
accepted to be the most Art Deco pen. Rumor had it that the
pen was used to sign Tracy for 'Captains Courageous'. Will
harbored a dream that Freddie Bartholomew's hand had touched
it as well.

Freeman perused the document, making sure that the numbers
were correct before he signed.

"I see you put down Charley Bates instead of Master Bates,"
Freeman said with a snicker.

Will returned a deprecating look. Freeman doodled with the
pen, tapping it against the table, much to Will's increasing
annoyance.

"He is a member of SAG, isn't he? I always work union."

"I signed him up yesterday," Will answered. There was no
other way for Dyani to work for Saturn Studios.

"You've been through this with him and his mother?"

Freeman was playing mind games again. Will contained his
resentment.

"They met with my people yesterday for an hour to go over
it."

"I see you're putting it all into a 'blocked account',"
Freeman added.  "Usually, all that goes in is the minimum
fifty percent. What's he going to live on?"

"I'm taking care of the rest. It doesn't concern you, Donny."

"Yeah? Given what you said upstairs, I can pretty much figure
out why you're doing it, but just so you know, I'm expecting
to get my money's worth," Freeman said with veiled
amusement.

"You will," Cynthia said, quietly, but still audible from
across the coffee table.

Freeman signed the three copies with a  flourish and  passed
the pen and contracts back to Will. He handed them to
Cynthia, as parent and legal guardian. A minute passed while
he indicated where to sign and date. And then in a formality
of inconsequential legalese, Dyani signed, his hand
trembling, scratching his name in dark blue ink. It was the
first time he had ever used a fountain pen, smearing the ink
on the second contract.

Signed, sealed, and all that remained was for Will to deliver
Dyani to a man he hated. The tension was palpable. Dyani's
increasing discomfort was also discernible.  Will, still
standing, put the pen and two copies of the contract in his
briefcase. Cynthia embraced her son. There were tears in her
eyes. Her son's first movie contract was a done deal. Then,
letting him go, she stood up slowly. Looked down at Dyani's
perpetually tousled head. She nodded encouragingly.

"It'll all be worth it, Dy, you'll see."

"I know, Mom," Dyani muttered.

He glanced at Will and flinched. Dark eyes flickering
nervously. Not anticipation. Distant. Distaste. Not at all
certain that he could go through with the rest of it.

"I guess I better get going," Cynthia said quietly. "I,...
um,... I don't want to be late,... It's such a pain finding a
seat when the lights are off. Um,...Dy,... honey,... I'm
really,... It's for the best,... "

"It's okay Mom," Dyani said bravely.

"You're,... well,.... I'm glad you're being so good,.... I
know it's what we agreed."

"Have fun, Mom."

Bitter good-bye. Not meeting her eyes. Dyani choked and
closed his eyes. Will's hands clenched.

"You better go, Cynthia. I left the keys in the Hummer for
you."

"Okay,... Dy,... I'll see you in a few hours, okay?"

She caressed her son's silky hair, reluctant to shatter the
maternal bond.

Dyani nodded weakly. Gnawing on his bottom lip. Staring
down. Not looking up to say good bye. She left him there,
sniffling as she went up the stairs. The front door closed
behind her.

"Okay," Freeman announced. He clapped his hands and then
rubbed them together.   "Let's get this show on the road. I
assume you're sticking around to keep an eye on him,
Sterling?"

Will regarded him dispassionately. Eyes narrowed. Wondering
why he thought he deserved to live.

"Or maybe you're looking for pointers?" Freeman joked. He
stood up and gestured to Dyani. "I presume we're using your
bedroom?"

Will's head barely moved in admission.

"You know this won't be the last time I fuck him. You might
as well start getting used to the idea."

"Dyani,..."

Will waited until Dyani looked up. Eyes redder than before.
Blinking to keep tears back.

"Yes?" Dyani whispered.

"Remember what we talked about?"

"Yes."

Dyani wiped the back of his hand across his eyes, still
blinking. Swallowing. Little Adam's apple bobbing in his
neck. Standing up slowly. Keeping his eyes averted. Almost
furtive. Frightened. Not understanding why his feet wouldn't
move.

"I'm here if you need me," Will offered. He turned to
Freeman. He was already at the bottom of the stairs. "Hurt
him even the slightest bit, and you'll answer to me,
understand?"

"If you did your job properly, it won't be a problem,
Sterling," Freeman said with a laugh. "Come on, kid. The way
I think of it, all the world's a stage, including the bed.
Getting fucked or whatever you and I do tonight,  take my
word on it, it's nothing but one big performance, isn't it
Will? It's like Billy Sterling working his way to the top by
sleeping with any dick that came along. It's how Hollywood
stars are made."

Will shook his head. Denial even though it was true. He
didn't want that for Dyani. There was no other way.

"It's time  to show me what you can do, Doe Eyes. I don't
have all day."

Will watched Dyani go up the stairs. No spring in his step.
Dragging his feet. No happiness. Nothing like the giggly boy
of the morning before. Riding Will's butt-hungry cock with
an expression of glee. Then, after a minute or two of boy-
controlled stretching, being flipped onto his back. Will
pounded him into the mattress. Urgent hard fucking, for
another few minutes, because that was what both of them
needed. It was followed by slow, gentle, thrusts, making
love to each other and taking their time doing it, both
enjoying the movement of flesh within flesh. One getting
gooey and loose. Minutes passed. Forgetting about time. It
was always easy after a while. Slipping and sliding
together. Popping the head in and out. Then, almost without
warning, Will's cock moved faster, becoming thicker and
harder in the frenzied rush to orgasm. Gasping together
while Will once again replenished his seed in Dyani.

Then, images ripped into his mind. Uninvited images of Dyani
taking off his clothes. Getting naked for Freeman, or worse,
Freeman taking off his clothes. Another man touching his
boy's body. Touching his Dyani. Dyani trying to appear happy
doing what was expected of him. Completing his part of the
deal. It was a sickening thought. Dyani having sex with that
man! Will tried to think of something else. Dyani, nude, was
a sight to behold. Divinely inspired ten-year-old boy.
Beautiful boy. Hot boy. His boy. The boy who he loved. Dyani
Deere, movie brat. It took all of Will's resolve to stay
where he was. Resolve shattered.

"No!" Will said quietly.

Dyani stopped and turned slowly around. Looking back at
Will. There were tears in his eyes. Big, red, wet eyes.

"No!" Will repeated.

"What the fuck is wrong now?" Freeman said from the top of
the stairs.

"No!" Will shook his head with determination. "The  deal's
off."

"What do you mean, the deal's off?"

"Just keep going up the stairs and go home, Freeman," Will
said quietly. "You're not laying a finger on him. Not now,
not ever."

"No way!" Freeman snarled. "I've got a contract."

"The only contract you've got is for Dyani to play Charley
Bates," Will pointed out.

"We have a gentleman's agreement."

"Don't go there, Donny," Will said almost soundlessly. Words
were barbs. His word was his honor.

"This is because you think you love him?"

"I do love him," Will answered. He looked at Dyani, making
contact with dark sensuous eyes, trying to see the boy
within. "I love him more than you will ever understand," he
added serenely.

Truth time. Dyani gazed back at him.

"He's finished in Hollywood! You know that, don't you
Sterling? I'll put the word out on him. You too, for that
matter. No one will touch him after this."

"My offer from earlier still stands if you're interested.
Otherwise, we're rescinding."

"I'll sue!"

"The hell you will. There's not a court in L.A. that will
order performance on a kid contract rescinded within a few
minutes. Now, will you please leave."

"Fuck you!"

Will and Dyani watched Donny Freeman continue up the stairs.
The front door opened, then slammed, echoing through the
house. Will smiled weakly, tried to laugh, ended by shaking
his head.

"Sorry about that, Movie Brat," he muttered. "I guess I
really screwed it up for you, didn't I?"

"You really love me?" Dyani whispered. Head inclined.
Blinking once or twice.

"I love you." Will smiled. He pointed to his eye, then to his
heart, then to Dyani, halfway up the stairs.

Dyani started back down the stairs slowly. He stopped a few
steps from the bottom. Then, he went through the same motions
as Will, pointing to his eye, then his chest, then to Will,
who was walking slowly towards the stairs, closing the
distance between them.

"You have to say it aloud too," Will reminded him.

"I love you."

It was barely a whisper. Shy smile from a ten-year-old boy.
Doe eyes flickering. Aware of what it meant, because he
wanted to say it so badly that it hurt in his chest.
Frightened by what he was feeling.

"Louder," Will instructed.

"You have to say it louder too then."

Will nodded. "I love you, Movie Brat."

"I love you back, Sil."

"That's better."

"Now, louder," Dyani demanded gleefully.

"I LOVE YOU." Shouting it out for the whole world to hear.

"I LOVE YOU." Dyani too. Echoing through the house.

"Together, okay?"

Both grinning, tears in their eyes, rushing headlong into
something that could never last longer than the next day.

"I LOVE YOU," they shouted in unison, at the tops of their
voices, because there was no one to hear them.

Then, Dyani leaped and Will reached out to catch him. Hands
on skinny boy-hips, grasping him tightly. Lifted him up high
and spun him around before bringing him back down into his
embrace. Dyani made a strange sobbing sound as his face
pressed into Will's chest. Not a laugh or a cry, but
something else. Will clasped Dyani against him, panting
against the boy's ruffled hair, nuzzling. Incoherent murmurs
from both of them.

"I'm sorry, Dy," Will whispered in Dyani's ear.

"Dad'll be glad," Dyani muttered.

Bitterness revealed. He lifted his arms up and clasped
Will's neck. Making his decision. Inseparable man and boy.
They kissed gently. Brushing their lips gently, rubbing back
and forth. No tongues. Not yet. Both feeling the urge begin
again.

"I really do love you," Will said quietly. Feeling it growing
hotter, harder, down below.

"I know. I love you too. I didn't want to do it with him."

"I could tell."

"I was only doing it so I could stay here with you."

"I figured that."

"I wish I could.... Stay here,... I wish you were my dad."

"I know, Dy. I know. It's just a matter of time until I can
get you something good. I'll be working on it nonstop until I
turn up something."

Uncomfortably erect. Cock tight in his trousers. Leaning
down to meet Dyani's perfect lips. Eyes closing while they
smooched. Still no tongues. Saving that for last.

"Even when you have another boy?" Teasing boy. Giggling,
gazing up at Will. Quivering with the thrill building up
inside him.

"There won't be another boy," Will said adamantly. "As soon
as I get something that doesn't require you to,..."

"Get fucked?"

Smirking. Thinking about fucking. But only with Will,
because that was love. Empty feeling deep inside. Knowing
what it took for the feeling to go away after spending two
years in the basement with another boy.

"Yeah,... well, that. I promise you I won't let you do that.
But I will find you a movie. A good one too, and then I'll
call your mom and convince her to send you back to L.A. I'm
really going to miss my favorite movie brat, but I promise
you'll be back, if I have anything to do with it."

"We have a few hours till mom gets back," Dyani suggested
shyly.

"What do you have in mind?"

Dyani reached up and licked full and wet across Will's lips.
He came back for a second swipe, then settled onto Will's
protruding tongue. Pulled it into his hungry boy-mouth,
sucking urgently. Wet kiss time. Boy-slobber dribbling on
Will's chin. Both trying to make it as messy as possible.
Aching hard cocks. One huge, one tiny, but both in desperate
need of relief.

The alarm bell sounded its plaintive warning and Will
carried Dyani back into the kitchen to make sure that it was
because Freeman was leaving. Kissing on the way. The closed
circuit TV showed the gates closing behind the black
Cadillac. Will carried Dyani over to the island counter and
placed him on the cold hard granite while he switched the
security system back to stand-by.

When he turned around, Dyani was in the process of taking off
his shorts. Undoing the line of five metallic buttons on the
front where there was supposed to be a zipper. Will grinned.

"What do you think you're doing?"

"What's it look like?" Dyani giggled.

"Um,... taking off your shorts?"

Dyani giggled again, now nodding energetically.

"Why on earth do you want to take your shorts off for?" Will
asked with deliberation that clearly wasn't deserved.

"Why do you think?" Dyani lifted  up from the counter and
wriggled his hips as he tried to get his shorts down. "You
could help, you know Sil."

Will stepped closer. "Why do you want your shorts off?" he
asked breathily.

"Because,.... duh,.... why do you think?... You can't  fuck
me with them still on, can you?" Dyani blurted out.

"Oh!" Will acted surprised. "That's what you have in mind,
huh. Why didn't you say so?"

Then, grinning, because he knew all along what he was going
to do. Dyani grinned back at him, eager, nervous,
anticipating being filled by Will's thick hard cock. Not
expecting what Will did next. Will placed him on his back,
lifting Dyani's legs up to his chin, pushing them higher.
Knees to ears, the perfect position, keeping them there with
one hand. His other hand slid down, under Dyani's back,
grasping the back of the boy's elastic-waist shorts, pulling
them down, exposing a small tempting bottom. Still wearing
nothing underneath. Bare-assed boy. Screeching treble of
complaint from the cold stone touching  warm butt-skin.
Giggling, eager and willing as Will pulled him close to the
edge. Reaching over him to pick up a stainless steel,
Bauhaus-style olive-oil decanter.

Olive oil was ideal for what Will Sterling had in mind. He
pressed the far knob of his lubricated erect cock at Dyani's
back door. After years of practice he knew how to do it to a
boy without finger-fucking him first. Moving his cock around
the opening, letting desire and sensitivity do the job of
getting him ready. Feeling Dyani trying to relax, little
buttocks spread invitingly wide with one hand on each small
cheek. Around and around. Penetration was to be savored,
never something to be rushed. Getting in was half the fun.
Continually putting off the moment of trying to gain entry as
much as Will wanted to be inside Dyani. Feeling the opening
grow slowly bigger. Stretching. Weakening. Slowly getting
him looser. Excreting juice that only added to the  slimy
slipperiness. Holding his cock head directly on target, Will
began to push through the knotted muscle.  Increasing the
pressure slowly,  not easing back until it was noticeably
slack. Both trying to get it in. Ten-year-old boy, wanton,
wanting, pushing back at him. Small trying-to-get-it-in
thrusts. Baby thrusts, Will called them. Little pushes that
let a boy know what was coming. Something very big would soon
be lodged inside his body. Squeezing into the too-tight
hole. Sliding along the crack, up and down, back and forth.
Always returning to the barely dilated anus. Trying a little
harder the second time. Juice oozing liberally out of Will's
engorged cock. Dyani breathing heavily, eyes closed
dreamily. He could feel the cock-head forcing him open,
stretching his anus as wide as it could go. Just a little bit
further was all that was needed.

Will's cock burrowed in until it could go no further without
a serious one-time effort. No need to shove. Experience took
over. Pressing in firmly. Both straining down together like
they were old hands at fucking.  The ring suddenly snapped
back around the crown, strangling the cock that had finally
gained admittance. They stopped, feeling the impossible.
Gripping inner pressure. Dyani's body was clamped around the
head of Will's thick cock.

"It's in," Dyani murmured.

"Yeah. You okay?"

"Uh huh."

"You want some more, Movie Brat?"

"Uh huh."

Sighing. Eyes open. Head lifted up. Trying to see below his
belly. Tiny boy dick already losing its erection. Shrinking
back to where it came from. Doe eyes curiously seeking Will's
lower belly. A little of the close-cropped hair of his
otherwise adult groin. Dyani's mouth opened a fraction as he
felt it begin to slide into him. Always the same sense of
surprise. Unbelievable, indescribable sensation of being
taken over. Possessed. Completely taken. He belonged to
Will.

Will impaled him slowly. Drove it in to the hilt a fraction
of an inch at a time. Dyani's sphincter crept slowly,
inevitably up the length of Will's glistening oiled cock.
Skewered boy. Lying on the counter, trembling as his rectum
tried its best to adjust. If felt as if a huge mass had
displaced his insides. It hurt, but it didn't. The agony of
ecstasy. So full of cock that there was no room for anything
else inside Dyani!

"All the way," Will muttered.

"Yeah.... Oh man."

Dyani smiled a little. Encouragingly. He was happy in a way
that only a few boys could ever begin to understand.
Squeezing down to grip Will's cock. Showing he was ready to
be fucked.

"I'm not going to last long," Will gasped.

Will made love to him from the inside out. He began by
withdrawing, because he knew better than to deep fuck a boy
before he was ready. Loving thrusts, always watching Dyani's
face for the first sign of pain. Small thrusts, maybe an
inch. Sometimes receding a little further. Returning
carefully. The timeless rhythm igniting sensations that only
existed when a man made love to a boy like Dyani. Then,
feeling the surge beginning in his loins, Will pushed in
deeper.  He concentrated his efforts right on top of Dyani's
boy-sized prostate. Humping with quick hard jabs to bring
Dyani to the edge. Heaving as the pulses began, closer and
closer. Whispering 'I love you' to each other  as they came
together.