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

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Movie Brat, by Ganymede



Chapter 13.



"...It's the L.A. party jive, right here on 106.5. The radio
station that's tuned in and hitting hard for the Hollywood-
babes. You know who I mean, don't you? Tonight's special
tunes are hot rod songs. Yeeeaaaahhh! Guys, do I love hot
rods! Fast cars and fast guys. Hot rod time. It's when
someone's knows what they're going and they're driving it
hard and fast. Hot and Rod! We're talking friction burns. Got
it? First out the gate is four-o-nine.... "



Going back thirty or more years in time to the golden era of
L.A.'s music as Will wheeled the Ferrari from Sunset
Boulevard, down Rodeo Drive, then left onto Santa Monica
Boulevard. Then, minutes later, he turned onto Burton Way.
It wasn't much further before he pulled into the valet
parking line and braked to an abrupt halt.

Will still felt the thrill of seeing Dyani, the phenomenal
rush of excitement at finding the love of his life waiting
for him at his front gate. After that, the memory was
blurred. Everything happened so quickly. The call to let
Dyani's mother know that he was safe and sound in L.A.
Telling her about the contract he had lined up for her son
and getting her permission for him to stay over until things
were worked out, but not saying more than that because he
wanted the rest of it to be a surprise. They were changed in
a couple of minutes. Tossing their clothes on the bed. Hard
dick time when Dyani hurriedly stripped off his sister's
dress and halter top. Little pink flowered panties cladding
his groin and bottom. Sexy-girl boy, stripping off naked.
Turning around, showing himself off to the man who loved him.
Tempting boy-bottom, but there was not enough time to have
sex. No time for a shower. Only enough time for brushing
their teeth before they got dressed again. Kissing again
once they were back in the Ferrari. A long wet kiss, sucking
tongues urgently.

Will's lips tingled, sending urgent messages to keep going.
Kiss him again and again. He was as aroused as he had ever
been. He groped Dyani's crotch when they parted and found
what he expected to find. Reassuringly hard boy-dick. Stiff
teenie weenie poking out. It was all that he could not to
submit to lust and take Dyani downstairs to his bedroom.
There, they could prove once again that love and sex went
hand in hand. Instead, he started the engine and drove most
of the way to the restaurant with one hand on the steering
wheel. His other hand was holding Dyani's hand, both of their
fingers fondling boy-balls through his clothes. However, as
much as Will wanted to surprise Dyani by telling him about
the `Grommet' movie and TV series deal when they reached the
restaurant, he gave in as soon as Dyani asked him. Seeing
Dyani's eyes light up only made the trip from Brentwood to
the restaurant more memorable.

Then, getting out of the car, all the time he kept looking at
Dyani. It was impossible not to. A happy boy with a big happy
grin. Both of them felt wonderful, like walking on air. Dyani
looked great in almost year-old clothes that Will used to
keep around for Draven to wear whenever he stayed over. There
wasn't much left of Draven at Will's house, but what there
was suited Dyani perfectly. Sand-colored cotton-twill Chino
slacks and a faded blue-dyed tee-shirt labeled `no job, no
money, no girl'. The last part of the logo was true for
Draven, but it was especially true for Dyani.

Will handed over his car keys to a Spanish-speaking kid who
probably had his driving license for no more than a year.
Then, holding hands again and not caring what anyone
thought, they went inside the restaurant It was often billed
as L.A.'s most romantic restaurant. Gorgeous garden oasis,
tucked in between otherwise nondescript buildings. It was
expensive, even for Beverly Hills, but it was elegantly
casual. It was sort of place where a boy could wear chinos, a
tee shirt, and a pair of leather sandals that had been left
behind in Will's Hummer after surfing at Santa Monica beach.
Just thirty-five minutes had passed since Aaron's telephone
call.

Aaron waved a greeting from the far side of the restaurant,
then promptly grinned and waved again as Dyani stepped from
behind Will.

"You sure got him back to L.A. fast, Sil," Joey stood up all
but shouted, echoing the feelings of the others at the table.

Will laughed and led the way, weaving a somewhat convoluted
path through the restaurant.  The glitterati table had been
set up at short notice. Rather than one of the huge round
tables, several small square tables had been pushed
together. It was at the far end of the glazed atrium,
smothered by leafy palms and secured on the side by an arched
alcove. Long white candles and a centerpiece of red flowers
ensured enchanting intimacy. The romantic reputation of De
Cielo was well-deserved. Equally, the location of the table
at the far end of the atrium was private, as befitted people
whose reputation preceded them.

"Hi guys," Dyani said quietly and with a self-conscious
smile that said he was glad to be back even if he wasn't
about to say it aloud.

He looked from face to face, at the boys and men who had so
recently become his friends. He was no longer a stranger
among celebrities. Like them, he seemed to have developed
the ability of ignoring the several dozen people in the
restaurant who were staring, some intently, others
surreptitiously, no doubt most of them recognizing two
eleven-yea-old boys who were very well known.

Dyani was shy and stood close to Will, because there was
nowhere else where he wanted to be. Will placed his hand on
Dyani's shoulder. Staking his claim once and for all.  His
boy. Dyani Deere was Will Sterling's boy and he wanted them
all to know it. Dyani's hand lifted up, interlocking his
fingers with Will's fingers.

 "Ditto Doey. Hey, we missed you at karate," Draven said.

Not much was missed by Draven Edison. He was no longer the
favorite, and everyone knew it, but his life with Eddie
Anders was more than agreeable. Big movie star boy with his
photograph in Star and People, and Teen magazine, even if he
was still eleven. Everyone who didn't know him thought he was
a blond-haired angel. Only Will and a few other men knew
otherwise. Draven was a hottie. Perpetually erect dick and
proud of it. Draven was also a boy who liked to be fucked by
a man who had passion.

"He's my favorite sparing buddy. I was all ready to batter
your butt, you realize,"  Draven added gleefully to Dyani.

"You and who else, Bee-boy?" Dyani jibed back.

Using a version of Draven's Boner-Boy nickname. Already
learning the nontoxic way. Cool California kid. Precocious
movie brat having fun with his friend. Enjoying life out in
public before glitterati status changed him forever. That
was the downside of fame, but until his face appeared in
`Star' magazine, he could be himself. Holding Will's hand a
bit too tight. Keeping a grip on the one man who loved him
more than his father.

"Um,.... how about Sil?" Draven teased, using his sexy-boy
voice with the volume turned low. "Only we both know that
what Sil does to your butt is better than being battered."

The laughter settled down quickly as they said hello to each
other. There was an empty chair next to Draven, but he
promptly slid across into it, taking his fancy kid-drink
with him and vacating a place between him and Joey for Dyani
to sit.

"Sit down guys," Aaron said. "Hey Dyani, let me introduce you
to two of my best friends. This guy with the beard here is
Steven Kaufman, and the cute teenager over there next to Mr.
Ed is Chris. Chris is a script writer extraordinaire."

Dyani's eyes went wide. The Steven Kaufman was right in front
of him. Steven had even turned around and was grinning at him
as if he was someone important. Saying hello, too. Reaching
out to shake Dyani's hand. One of Hollywood's most famous
directors. Strong dry grip squeezing a moist little boy
hand.

"Hi," Dyani murmured. "Um, it's a pleasure to meet you, Sir."

Steven winked appreciatively. "Lucky Billy. It looks like he
finally hit the jackpot, I'd say."

Will nodded in assent. He couldn't agree more. Dyani Deere
was jackpot boy.

Then, shaking hands with Chris Kaufman. Teenage sex-machine.
Fifteen, almost sixteen years old, but he could pass for
thirteen. Brown-haired, blue-eyed boy god, with bleached
tips. Diamonds in each ear lobe. A prince, like Joey or
Draven, or Dyani, but older.

A few moments later Dyani was sitting across the table from
Will. Smiling shyly with his big dark eyes. Sending out
signals of barely controlled lust. Magnetic love drawing
them together. Both thinking about battering his butt. Both
dreaming about a tight little boy-ass squirming around a
thick hot man-cock. Getting loose and sloppy as it plunged in
and out, and whispering `I love you' non-stop.

"We only just heard you'd gone back to Indy," Joey announced.
"And now you're back again."

"I was there, until yesterday," Dyani explained, looking up
quickly. He smiled shyly. "See, um, I, um, kind of um,... ran
away. But it's okay," he added hastily. "SDe Cleared it with
my mom for me to stay in L.A. with him, for a while anyway."

"That's cool."

Draven smirked knowingly. "He's moving into Villa Sterling,
huh Sil? Regular ouchie, ouchie time for sure."

Raising his eyebrows, leaving no doubt what `moving in' with
Will Sterling entailed for Dyani. Making a joke out of
another boy getting fucked, probably twice a day, or more.
Regular ouchie, ouchie  was more than likely, but Dyani would
still be having the most fun of his life. Doing what Draven
and a great many other boys dreamed of doing with grown-up
Billy Sterling. Like moths to a candle, or bees to a flower.
Always hanging around to see what might happen.

"Yeah, I guess," Dyani admitted.

Unflustered. Hard as a nail from looking across the table at
Will. Getting the urge to have sex again, if it had ever been
gone since he saw Will's car coming up the street. Even
though he was starving hungry, he found himself wishing that
they could skip dinner and go back to Will's bedroom.

 "Okay," Aaron interrupted. "Well, it seems like I'm the guy
in charge of this party by default, so let's get busy and get
the formalities over before dinner. We've got contracts to
sign and a load of stuff to organize. Also, before I forget.
I've lined up for the boys to start surfing lessons tomorrow
at noon. You need to be ready to go at eleven."

"That's the coolest part of it all," Draven interjected.
"Learning how to surf."

"First off, I assume you're starting off the festivities
with a P-C, Will? How about you, Dyani? Would you like to be
a Peenie-virgin for tonight?" Aaron asked seriously.

"It's a bit too late for that, Aaron," Eddie laughed.

"What's a Peenie-virgin?" Dyani asked vacuously, looking
around at the celebrities. Hard wooden-backed chairs made a
boy sit up straight. No slouching at De Cielo.

"It's a Pina Colada without the booze," Draven answered
smugly. "Like mine. Here, taste some and see if you like it,
Doey."

He held his glass up for Dyani to drink. Envy was gone for a
while. Making the effort to become best friends because of
the man who was sitting opposite them, because they were
going to spend a great deal of time together for the
foreseeable future.

"What's in it?"

"Umm, it's coconut milk, mostly," Draven answered expertly.

"With pineapple and lime juice slushed up with ice," Will
answered.

Dyani sipped from the side and nodded his head agreeably.

"Help yourselves to what's left of the appetizers. We've
been pigging out on them since Eddie and Draven arrived,"
Aaron instructed. He beckoned to a waiter to place another
drink order and to bring some more bread.

"Okay, listen up," Aaron began. "Will, here's the basic
deal. We're putting together a partnership. Eddie, Steven,
and me will be the front line, Will. I'm producer. Eddie's
director, Steven is mister money bags and creative input
along with Chris. Will, you're an equal partner, but your job
is bringing up the rear, you might say."

"And we know whose rear that is, don't we guys?" Eddie joked.
"I bet Will's already launched an attack on his rear."

 "Yeah, but then he retreated," Dyani confirmed with a
knowing smirk.

Everyone laughed. Easily settling into the smutty humor that
happened when men and boys gained familiarity with each
other. Once a boy was used to fucking, it soon became funny
conversation.

"I think you had something to do with it too, Movie Brat."

"Me?" Dyani said, eyes wide, pretending innocence that was
long since gone.

"Stop clowning around guys!" Aaron intoned seriously. He
rolled his eyes, smiling at the same time. "Okay. The thing
is, Will, we're doing this primarily for our boys. And the
emphasis on `our boys' is intended, if you get my drift? We
don't want some sex-starved gaffer trying to get into their
board shorts when we're not around. We want you on the set
full time, and if not that, then as much as possible."

Will nodded slowly, not disputing the problem that Aaron was
addressing. It wasn't that the boys were whores. Rather,
they affected every boy-loving man within a hundred miles.
For him to be on the set full time meant running the agency
from out of the office. It should have presented something of
a problem, but  two years earlier he had instituted an early
retirement plan. A lot of effort had been expended in
training his staff to take over most of the grunt work, and
his two best assistants had been identified as junior
partner material.

"By the way Will, one of the reasons why we're buying the
house in Palisades is because it has six bedrooms. If we
want, we can stay overnight with the boys, and there's plenty
of room for you to have an office. We figure a lot of your
client interviews could happen while you're working on the
set, if you wanted," Aaron continued. "We're not trying to
force you into something, but,..."

"I think that's a great idea," Will interjected.

Thinking it through. Parents would be able to see other boys
acting, doing the same things that they wanted for their
sons. It was one of the reasons he took his clients on a
studio tour. Naturally, they would be impressed by an agent
who was acting on a set with boys who had achieved success.
Business could only improve.

"And we really want you on the acting credits, as I already
explained," Aaron added. "Your role is the photographer, his
name is Brickman, by the way, but the boys always call him
Brick."

"Which rhymes with,..." Joey said suggestively.

He stopped when Aaron gave him the `don't you dare look'.

"Anyway, he's constantly on the beach scene, helping out and
keeping an eye on the boys," Aaron explained.

"See, Will, we've got a hidden agenda. We're doing our part
to show pedophiles in a positive light," Eddie joked.

Aaron ignored him. "Will, the best part as I see it is that
you would always be around the boys to keep an eye on them.
Heaven only knows, they need to have someone around who knows
what's going down. The people from SAG are next to useless."

"You got that right," Will replied.

"Hell, I had Draven for more than an hour in a trailer one
day," Eddie snickered. "Two or three times, wasn't it Bee-
bee. Anyway, his keeper was right outside, reading a book. I
think she was studying for an exam or something. I was doing
some studying of my own," he added with a laugh.

"Afterwards she wanted to know what I was doing and I told
her you were helping me with my lines," Draven admitted
gleefully.

"That's about the oldest excuse of them all," Will laughed.
"I used it myself on many occasions." He turned to Aaron.
"You point is a good one. It'll help a lot by having me on
the set, but it's no guarantee. You need to be careful of
who's on the crew. Especially, the people who are working in
makeup and costuming. You know what they're like."

Everyone laughed except Dyani. Still naive, but not for much
longer.

"I've already thought about that. I'm certainly not
recruiting DeDroga for makeup, no matter how good he is.
He'll be into our boys quicker than a Democrat with new
taxes.,"

Again everyone laughed, except Dyani.

"Old Anto isn't that bad," Joey snickered. "You just don't
want to bend over in front of him."

"Yeah, you got to be careful with him, but especially when
Gary's around," Draven added with a smirk. "I was in makeup
when we were doing 'The Mask of Robert McDonagh' and Gary was
taking some set pics for the studio. He wanted some of me
with my shirt off. Anto got horny something awful when I
did."

Aaron nodded. "That's why I'm thinking of using Kendra and
her friend."

Unnecessary emphasis on 'friend'. Two of the boys groaned,
but  better two lesbians than any of the makeup artist men
who hired themselves out to studio crews.

"Hey, here's a important bit of information. Why did the
blonde put makeup on her forehead?" Draven interrupted.

"Duh. Because she was trying to make-up her mind," Joey shot
back. "That one's so ancient, Boner. So what did the blonde
say when she saw a box Cheerios?"

"I don't know."

"Neato! Doughnut seeds!" Joey barely managed to finish
getting the brainless female accent just right, before the
three younger boys exploded with peals of pre-teen mirth.

Will picked out some of the prosciutto ham and grilled
eggplant  from one of the several plates of antipasto while
the boys swapped blond jokes back and forth. Dyani, even
risked guessing a few of the answers, but then he followed
suit, selecting much the same as Will, but adding salami, and
mozzarella and slices of tomato. They were eating and
listening to Aaron's review of the boy's contracts when Will
felt Dyani's bare foot brush against his sock-covered ankle.
At least, he thought it was Dyani's foot. It could also have
been Draven's foot. It was sort of thing that he would do,
teasing Will to get back at him for being with another boy.
There was no way for Will to be certain short of looking
beneath the table.

Aaron droned on describe how they set up the non-union
contracts to give the boys equal percentages of the profits.
Then, he moved on to discuss how the TV series worked in
conjunction with the movie, but the studio required that the
TV series  be set up as a SAG standard contract. Will watched
the three boys who were sitting across the table from him.
Like him, they really weren't paying attention. Will was
their agent. It was his job to get them the best possible
contract. So far, the contract was so generous, it sounded
like a conflict of interest.

Then, without more warning than the fact that Dyani had been
whispering something to Draven, the latter snorted out
virgin Pina Colada before he burst into laughter. Aaron's
contract review screeched to a halt.

"Okay? When you stop drooling on yourself, Boner Boy, maybe
you can tell us what's so funny?" Eddie asked patiently.

It took the best part of a minute for Draven to regain
control and clean up his face. He kept shaking his head in
disbelief.

"Oh man! Oh man,..." He gasped for breath. "Really? All that
really happened?"

Dyani nodded earnestly.

"Man! You won't believe what he told me," Draven choked out.

"Try us," Eddie suggested. "We're pretty open-minded about
most things."

That provoked another round of snickers and giggles from the
boys. `Open-minded' was non-toxic acceptance of sex.

"Okay,.... He said,...." Again laughing, shaking his head. "See,
he took one of Will's,..." He lowered his voice circumspectly,
trying his eleven-year-old best to be serious instead of the
class clown that he naturally was. ".... um,... odd-lids,....
home with him, see."

"What on earth?" Aaron asked.

"Duh! You got to spell it backwards, Aaron," Joey offered
slickly. "Odd-lid. As in, you know, odlid? D-I-L-D..."

"Okay I get the picture," Aaron cut in quickly,. "Just tell
the rest of the story, Draven, but try to keep it down to a
whisper," he suggested.

"Why?" Will asked, not really thinking very far ahead after
making the connection that Dyani had taken one of his dildoes
back to Indianapolis with him.

"Why what?" Draven smirked. And then he realized what Will
was asking. "Geez, why do think, Sil?"

Shaking his head, pushing his fist back and forth across the
table as if ramming something in, trying not to lose it
again, because, God, it was funny, snorting again even
though it hurt in the back of nose whenever he breathed.
Finally, even Will caught on.

Then, when he gave in and grinned, the foot that had been
caressing his ankle moved a few inches higher, pushing his
trouser leg out of the way, brushing against his sock as it
moved up his leg.

"So?" Eddie prompted.

"Well, Doey was using it see,... about two nights ago,... and his
father came in. See,  he was lying on top of his bed without
any clothes on, so it was pretty obvious what he was doing,..."
Draven hooted, finally resorting to burying his face in his
hands. "Man, can you imagine your dad finding you doing
that?"

"You're kidding?" Will asked in surprise.

Making sense of it all, even though it was impossible to
believe. The big dildo that he hadn't been able to find in
his bedroom for nearly a week, no matter how hard he looked.
The fact that Cynthia said her husband had discovered Dyani
with a toy in his anus. But it wasn't a toy. There had been a
man-sized dildo inside Dyani. Seven-plus-inches long.
Nearly two inches at the thickest point. It was somewhat
pointed at the end so it could go in, but it got thicker and
thicker. Butt-bruising thickness. Too big for a boy. Too big
even for Billy Sterling nearly forty years earlier.

Dyani nodded warily, meeting Will's inquiring gaze with
boyish humility.

"I know I should haven't taken it, Sil, but,... well, I had
too,... it's almost the same size as yours,... and,..."

Will shrugged. No apology needed. A boy did what he did
because he needed to do it. Besides, he wanted to hear the
rest of the story. But that dildo inside Dyani? He could not
believe it.

"Anyway, so his dad couldn't see what was going on, because
Doey was lying the wrong way,... so he asked him what he was
doing,... And he said,..."

Laughter again. Shaking his head. "You tell them," he
ordered Dyani amid tears of amusement. "It's too funny. I
think I'm going to die laughing."

Dyani  shook his head from side to side too. No way was he
telling, funny or not. He was having second thoughts about
telling Draven in the first place. The last thing he expected
was for Draven to tell everyone at the table.

"So,... he said he was,.... He said he was constipated," Draven
gasped, still not believing what he'd just been told a minute
earlier. "Man! Can you believe it? I mean telling your father
you're constipated! With that whopper stuffed up there,..."

Incoherent buffoon-boy. Breaking into laugher, because it
really was funny. Dyani lying naked on his bed, fucking
himself silly with Will's oversized dildo, and then telling
his father he was doing it because he was constipated.
Ridiculous. Hilarious. Too good to be true.

"So what did his dad say?" Eddie asked when things quieted
down a bit.

"Um, well I don't know yet. See, we didn't get to that part."

"Well, Dyani?" Eddie pressed.

Dyani shrugged and lowered his head. His toes reached to the
top of Will's sock. Wriggling boy toes stopped rubbing
against Will's sturdy leg.

"Maybe I'd better answer that," Will interrupted.

The tone of his voice alone said it wasn't pleasant. The last
part of the story wasn't funny. Dyani's father shouting at
the top of his voice. Saying disgusting things to his eldest
son. Fury building up, cursing the boy, storming from the
room, then returning. He threw a suitcase at Dyani and told
him to get out. Cynthia said he really didn't mean it. No one
had expected him to run away.

"It wasn't a lot different than what happened to Billy
Sterling," he said quietly.

No more explanation was needed. Aaron nodded
understandingly. Eddie gave a weak shrug. Steven looked on
blankly. The boys didn't pursue the issue. Billy Sterling's
life story was all too familiar. One time alone with a man.
One hour in a trailer on the back-lot of a studio. One
mistake. There was blood on his underpants after he'd been
fucked by Al Koester, casting assistant. That was all it
took.  The blood smears simultaneously earned him a part in a
movie and his father's eternal hatred. He spent the next few
months living with his mother in a cockroach infested
apartment in downtown Hollywood before success came along.

"Well, let's get these contracts signed, Aaron," Eddie said
quietly. He nodded encouragingly to Will. "You have the
magic pen with you, don't you?"

Will smiled and reached into his jacket pocket to find the
pen he always used for contract signing. In a way, the
signing that night was half-way symbolic. The three
contracts for the boys required their guardians' signatures
as well as Will's to be binding. However, symbolism was
important in Hollywood. Dyani signed with a flourish,
matching Draven's bold, if illegible scrawl with one of his
own. Documents being passed back and forth. Making jokes
about getting them mixed up. Movie brats enjoying
themselves. Dyani with a grin from ear to ear, getting the
one thing that he most wanted.  Excitement building up.
Somewhere along the way, dinner was ordered. Chianti
appeared. Everyone toasted `Grommet'. Someone consumed an
awful lot of crusty warm-from-the-oven Italian bread.
Teasing Dyani about being hungry, no one believing that he
hadn't eaten since the previous afternoon. Boys sharing
whispers. Lots of joke and story telling along the way. Even
Dyani coming into his own.

"Why did the condom cross the road?"

Draven burst into laughter. "Because it got,..." Confiding
with a whisper, because there were some things that even he
wouldn't say loudly. "- pissed off."

Then, as Dyani waved his hands in pretended frustration at
having his joke's punch line stolen so easily, Draven
smirked.

"Sil tells every boy that one when he shows them how to use a
rubber," Draven admitted.

Joey laughed. Couldn't stop laughing. He laughed until he
had rosy cheeks under his Californian movie-star suntan.

"It isn't that funny, Joey," Draven reprimanded officiously.

Dyani shrugged, not agreeing either way. He seemed to be
thinking of something. Then, his eyes met Will's and they
gazed at each other for a moment before they were distracted
by more jokes. Yet, thoughts were exchanged in an instant,
and a deal of their own was transacted in that single longing
glance. Fuck time was being planned. It would occur just as
soon as they got back home and took off their clothes. Got
naked in the austere elegance of  in Will's Japanese-style
bedroom. A room designed and designated for man-boy sex.
Both of them were more willing to do it, both needing sex to
confirm what they felt. Love needed sex, needed the intimate
connection of Will's cock in Movie Brat's ass to complete the
emotional union that brought them together. No matter what
some people said.

"Yes it is." Joey gasped. "It is,... because, see,... see
Aaron did it one time," Joey explained amid giggles.
Dropping his voice a little lower. "He pissed in it and it
went shooting off into the air. Man, you should have seen it.
It was right after we,... you know,..." Leaving the all too
obvious `fucked' unsaid, grinning instead. "I had to go to
the bathroom pretty bad, so he followed me in. You peed it
right off, remember?" he added, looking at Aaron.

"Of course, I remember. What did we call it? The rubber
rocket, or something," Aaron agreed with a laugh. "It was
pretty funny. It wouldn't have crossed the street, that's
for sure, but once it came loose, it went quite a long way."

Will was perfectly happy to sit and listen, not even
wondering why Joey and Aaron used protection when they only
had sex with each other. All he wanted to do was to look at
Dyani, enjoying the gentle pressure of Dyani's foot against
his calf. Instead, of stroking gently, the foot suddenly
moved. It lifted up onto Will's right thigh. Dyani smiled at
Will. Fun and games, and boys being boys with the men who
loved them. Will settled lower, relaxing as he could

and still be comfortable in his seat. A daiquiri and two
glass of Chianti was beginning to have an effect. Time to cut
back. He wasn't driving home if he was even the slightest bit
drunk, not with Dyani. Watching his boy, feeling boy toes
wriggling against his belly, probing around but not daring
to seek out a more sensitive area. Getting hard watching him
giggle and talk and consolidate friendship with two other
boys. They whispered together, Joey, Draven, and Dyani.
Probably telling dirty jokes that they picked up in the
playground.

Will's cock was as stiff and straight as a bolt. Aching to be
touched by silky soft fingers, or lips. Remembering the ride
on the Ferris wheel with Dyani. High above the Santa Monica
pier, swinging to and fro with thousands of people below. And
then, when they were at the very top of the wheel, getting
sucked off by a ten-year-old boy who swallowed it all. All of
Will's cock had gone into his mouth, the head sliding down
his throat in a miraculous way. Dyani's disheveled windswept
hair smelling of salt, bobbing up and down. All the way until
Will felt the constriction of tonsils and that wonderful
pressure. Then, gulping and swallowing as Will's thick hot
fluid spurted out, taking all of it into his belly.

 Dyani was beautiful. Will could think of no other word to
describe him in the flickering candlelight of De Cielo. A
very beautiful boy, but in short order Will added vibrant,
and enthusiastic, and outgoing, and fun to be with as well.
No wonder he had fallen in love with Dyani Deere. Perfectly
happy to sit there and watch and listen to him speak with his
friends. Heads together again, whispering, smirking,
plotting something together. And all the while, Dyani's foot
rubbed slowly back and forth against Will's belly.
Eventually, Will couldn't stand it. He moved his chair
closer to the table, eased forward  as far as he could,
extended his hand out of sight after making certain that the
stiff-starched white tablecloth covered his middle. He
caressed bare boy-toes. Tiny wriggly things that were baby
soft skin-covered bones, but very much alive. He felt his way
down the foot to a small bumpy ankle. His fingers drifted
along Dyani's slender leg, pushing back the cloth of his
chino-jeans until he could reach no further. He was still
several inches from Dyani's knee. Then, his hand gradually
receded, not really paying attention to anything except
Dyani's eyes. Deep, dark, alluring eyes. Eyes that captured
his soul. Eyes that gave more than a glimpse of Dyani's
desire.

Not really thinking beyond the moment. There was no logic
behind it. Animal lust, responding to the hunger that moved
men to have sex with boys. No virtuous pretense  that loving
someone didn't mean having sex with them. Spontaneous need
overpowering reason the way that nature intended. Will's
fingers moved to his zipper. He opened it without
difficulty, parting the sides. Dyani's toes immediately
moved through the gap, pushing Will's fingers away in order
to reach into the warmth of Will's silk boxers. Toes curling
over, pressing firmly into the unyielding hardness.
Trembling diminutive boy-foot. Silently gazing at each
other. Hearts beating quickly. Adrenaline sex. Will tried to
stay calm. Nodding his head when Eddie asked him whether
Dyani was on Melatonin. With so much money involved in making
a TV series, they had to think ahead.

Toes rubbing along his erection. Deliberately teasing.
Making it impossibly stiff. Will had to get off. For a few
seconds he thought about excusing himself and going to the
restaurant restroom, but only until Dyani managed to get the
head of Will's cock uncovered. Somehow, he exposed the first
inch or two using his toes. Bare boy-foot on the top of
Will's hot cock. Magic foot, tickling and squirming and
moving all around. It was nothing like a hand. Toes weren't
fingers. Awkward and clumsy, yet incredibly sexy.  Dark eyes
flickering. Sending love signals. Dyani licked his lips.
He'd suck it right there in the restaurant if Will wanted him
too. Will smiled and barely moved his head. He pulled the
waist of his boxers out and down, all the way down so that it
was underneath his balls. Exposing his cock. Living
dangerously, but no one could see what he was doing with
Dyani. Will's back was against the alcove. Someone would
have to lift the table cloth up and kneel down on the floor.
Shameless excitement. Stroking the side of Dyani's foot and
his cock at the same time. Both cock and foot had skin that
was very soft, ticklish, so very tender. Rubbing boy-foot
against his throbbing man-organ. Sliding his hand around,
excreting his slipperiness onto Dyani's toes. Rubbing it in.
Up and down.

Will began to move his hand rhythmically, simultaneously
stroking his cock and Dyani's foot while pushing them
together. Beating off slowly because there was no other way.
Impossible to believe that he was doing it right there in De
Cielo. Even more thrilling than being sucked off by Dyani 130
feet up in the air at the top of the Ferris wheel. Better
than being hoovered by an eight-year-old expert cock-sucker
in his Ferrari. Better than fucking Draven beside the hotel
pool in Acapulco when he was down there for an on-location
shoot during the winter. Dyani Deere was better than all of
his other boys put together.

Will became increasingly aroused and began jerking his cock
against Dyani's foot. Getting off while sitting between
Eddie and Aaron, listening to them talk with Chris about some
possible changes in the script. None of the younger boys
related well to him, which wasn't unexpected given the four-
to-five-years difference in ages. Not that being left out of
the pre-teen giggling and whispering game bothered him much.
He was more than ready to join an adult world despite a
physical appearance of being much younger. Will remembered
the night when he had first seen Steven's boy. It was the
night of the Academy Awards, when eleven-year-old Chris wore
a white tuxedo and a pair of sneakers instead of patent
leather. And again afterwards on board Louis Durand's yacht
on an overnight cruise whose primary purpose was the
official deflowering of two prepubescent boys. Chris was the
star of the evening when he appeared in an all-white
gladiator's outfit. He was still a truly beautiful boy, yet
Will barely gave him a second glance. The same was true for
Draven and Joey. There was no need to look at any other boy,
not when he had Dyani.

 Will had not expected his climax to arrive quite so quickly.
Otherwise, he would have had a handkerchief  ready. Instead,
his balls tightened in a surge of love for Dyani. His orgasm
rushed out in gushes, spurting over Dyani's urgently moving
foot. Perhaps it was brought on by the sudden shudder than
ran through his body. It wasn't possible that Dyani had
achieved climax merely from having his foot  rubbed against
Will's cock, yet at the exact moment that the pulses began he
seemed to gasp. Only when Will recovered his senses and
stopped smearing his slimy fluid over Dyani's small foot,
did he realize that Dyani's right hand was, like his own,
hidden below the table. Not only that, but so was Draven's
left hand. And on the other side of Dyani, Joey wriggled
uncomfortably and scratched at something beneath the table
where no one else could see it. Will gaped, eyes wide,
catching Dyani's shameless sexy eyes. Showing Bucky Beaver
teeth in a bold knowing grin as his foot squirmed around,
still rubbing at Will's slowly receding erection, all
covered in slippery hot semen, toes squashing the sensitized
mushroom head that within another hour or so would be deep
inside his rectum again.

 Then, in a weird deja vu thrill, Will glanced to the side
where Eddie sat, observing an audacious grin that said more
than words ever could. And on his other side, Will heard a
muffled groan from Aaron. Then, flabbergasted but ecstatic,
Will watched as the boys exchanged smirks with the men.
Impossible to believe what they had done together. Three
Hollywood babes having fun. And at that moment, Billy
Sterling realized that he wasn't the only person who loved a
movie brat.



 THE END