Date: Mon, 22 Mar 2004 11:52:13 -0800 (PST)
From: Ganymede
Subject: Movie Brat Chapter 3

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Movie Brat, by Ganymede



Chapter 3.


".... It's 106.5 at the top of the dial. Heading into the
noon hour. We're looking at a high today of eighty five. Hot
and dry and not a cloud in the sky. Guys, I've got a John
Mellencamp track here that's waiting to be played...."



Will skirted past the campus of the University of
California, L.A., taking Hilgard Ave. down to Westwood
Village, just a few blocks north of Wiltshire. Unlike a lot
of photographers who conglomerated around the movie lots,
the location of Gary Holland's studio made a lot of sense to
him. Despite its popularity slump in the 90s, Westwood
Village was still full of charm, which was only to be
expected with UCLA so close. It was packed full of
restaurants and boutiques. The quaint, Mediterranean-revival
architecture was almost a movie set, which seemed to justify
the vast number of movie theaters in the area. The Holland
Studio was wedged between two of them, both well known for
first releases, which seemed to lure Tinseltown celebrities
like moths to a lantern.

Will parked on the street and led Cynthia and Dyani through a
gateway and into a small courtyard. He grinned at the boy.

"Hey, good looking. You better do up some of those buttons or
Gary's going to be all over you like a rash. Of course, if
you want a hand in your pants before we're finished here
today, then leave it the way it is."

Dyani's startled expression was memorable.

"Is he,... I mean is he like that too?" Cynthia asked
curiously.

Will chuckled. "Dyani's a cute boy. He might as well start
getting used to being the center of attention. And yes,
Gary's interested in boys. It's one of the reasons why he's
the best in the business. He knows what makes a boy
attractive," he explained.

They entered, waiting only a few minutes for the already late
appointment. Gary Holland was in the largest of the two
studios, working on a still-life. A watermelon was sliced
open with a jagged edge, its insides spilling out onto a
marble slab. It was surrounded by fruit, grapes, cherries,
even plums. There was a single banana, huge, curved, yellow,
like a massive knife that was partly impaled in the melon. He
looked up, raised a hand to greet Will with a wave,
acknowledging the mother's presence, smiling at the no-
longer bare-chested boy.

"Hi Keemo sabe. What do you reckon, huh? Just like the old
days, right? I'm going to call it 'The Ten Inch Rape'. It's
part of an erotic garden theme I'm putting together for the
arts festival next weekend."

He stood up, taking one of the grapes to eat, walking across
the studio with a heavy Hassleblad camera dangling from his
neck.

"You're right, Willis. D-G-cute times two ain't the half of
it." He extended his hand to Cynthia. "I'm Gary."

"Cynthia Deere. It's nice to meet you Mr. Holland. This is my
son, Dyani."

"Dyani, huh? So you want to be a movie star, huh kid?"

"Yes Sir." Dyani smiled like Bucky Beaver.

"Pronto Tonto, indeed." Gary laughed. "Man, you get all the
luck, Sterling. Here I am taking photos of melons and you're
escorting tomorrow's hot young celebrity around L.A."

"I work harder than you," Will quipped. "Thanks for fitting
us in by the way."

"I can fit anything in. Unlike you."

"Yeah. But bigger is better." Will enjoyed the repartee. He
waited for the next riposte. It would be something like
'bigger isn't better when it comes to boys'. It was limited
by having a woman present. Dyani too, at least for the time
being.

"What's it to be this time?"

"The works," Will answered perfunctorily. "They're here for
the summer, Gary. I need to get the portfolio out and about
within a few days. The end of the week at the absolute
latest. Tomorrow would be great."

"Why is it always rush, rush, rush with you?" Gary joked. He
reached out and turned Dyani's head towards him. "Hm,...
We're talking nice features. Very nice indeed. I love the
eyes." He winked at Dyani. "I bet the girls at school really
like you."

Dyani blushed.

"Okay then, " Gary stepped back. He pursed his lips
thoughtfully. When it came to creativity, he was the
acknowledged master. "Rush job. What's new? How long today
do I have to work with Master Deere here?"

"As long as it takes. Right, Cynthia?" Will replied. "The
rest of the day if you need it."

Cynthia nodded in response.

"Here's what I have in mind. Our darkroom is going flat out
at the moment doing work for Century. We're at least a week
behind schedule right now. I'll bump you into the queue, of
course, but it'll still take a week before I can put a decent
portfolio together. What I'll do is double shoot with film
and digital. I have one of my assistants Photoshop the images
tonight and I'll send you prints tomorrow so you can pick
what you want. I'll put them in a binder so you can use the
prints until I get the portfolio finished."

"Sounds good to me." It was better than he expected.

"You want to come back in a few hours?"

"We'll wait. For a while at least. Until he settles down,"
Will replied guardedly.

He guided Cynthia over to a pair of director's chairs and sat
down. Gary reloaded the camera with film and took a few
spontaneous shots of Dyani to get him used to how to hold a
pose without appearing posed. Will overheard them talking
about the need to look natural. The studio lights came on and
the camera began clicking.

"He's good," Will said with a confirming nod to Cynthia.
Cynthia nodded. She didn't know good from bad. "One of the
things he does better than other photographers is he
encourages the boys to be themselves. It makes a big
difference."

Watching Dyani in front of the camera was like watching
Draven the first time he was photographed. Will smiled to
himself, thinking back. Nude Draven. Draven, with his boy-
sized dick jutting out for the whole world to see. Posing
before Will on a sheepskin rug, while Gary took photographs
of him. The celluloid sex-angel. Shameless. Natural. Using
every bit of his boyish charm, because that was the way he
was. Only the three of them knew those photographs even
existed.



"He's a very sexy kid," Will observed quietly.

By then, thirty minutes into the session, Dyani's shirt was
unbuttoned in front. Of course, Gary had asked permission.
He had arranged Dyani so that he was leaning back, head
tilted, dusky eyes looking back at the camera, lighting
perfect to make shadows where shadow needed to be to
emphasize his beauty.

"Yes, he is," Cynthia agreed. "I hope I'm doing the right
thing."

"Having second thoughts?"

"Not really. It's just,..." She shrugged. "I worry, you
know."

"It's your job to worry. You're his mom," Will said. "You're
doing the right thing, Cynthia."

Gary beckoned to him. Will walked over, meeting him halfway.

"She knows about me, right?"

Will nodded. "Yeah. On the way down here I told her you were
L.A.'s most infamous pedophile, but you were safe because
you always used a rubber."

Gary smirked. "Jesus, that kid is hot. You want to to take
her to lunch? Maybe come back tomorrow?" It was a private
joke.

"Nope. I want you to keep your hands off him, Gary. For the
time being at least," Will remarked. "He's a hot little dude
though, isn't he?"

"Yeah. I keep thinking he's got a little stiffie hiding under
his jeans. He gets a bit nervous whenever I ask him to move
his legs apart."

"I wouldn't be surprised. I think he's pretty quick to get it
up."

"Do you think mom would be upset if I asked him to take his
gear off?"

"This time?" Will asked, appreciating Gary's sense of humor.

"Yeah. What do you think?"

Will smiled at the thought. She might say 'yes'. Then again,
she might not like the idea of her son being photographed in
the nude on the first day. He didn't want to push things too
far at the outset.

"I wouldn't do it today. She knows he's queer, and she's
pretty open-minded as she calls it, but I still wouldn't want
to push it too far."

 "Next time?"

"Maybe. She's been really cool about everything so far, but
who knows what she's thinking?"

"You told her about the movie scene?"

"Some of it, Gary. She knows a bit of what goes on. I didn't
mention the Art Club."

"Probably a good thing. How soon are you bringing him into
the fold?"

"I haven't thought much about it. Maybe a week or two from
now."

"Don't make me wait that long. He's got such a great bod, I
want to see him naked something awful."

"You're telling me. He's a dream come true all right. Hey,
you could probably get him to take his shirt off, if you
wanted," Will suggested. He was interested in seeing more of
the boy's body himself. "He's a bit on the shy side compared
to some of the other kids I've worked with, but from what
I've seen so far he's been quite relaxed about being in front
of your camera."

"Yeah. Except for the legs thing. You ought to bring him to
Emmett's pool party tonight."

"Huh? Damn, I forgot. It's Wednesday, isn't it?"

"You haven't asked Draven to go?"

Will shook his head. His attention was momentarily diverted.
Over in the corner, Dyani was taking a much needed drink of
water. He took small sips, all but caressing the rim of the
glass with his luscious lips. The boy even made taking a
drink sexy. He dragged his eyes away. The boy was hot. Too
fucking hot.

 "No. He'll be there, though." Will shrugged. He wasn't
jealous. Well, maybe just a bit jealous.

"Who's he with now?"

"He's going after a part in a horror flick. One of King's
novels. I forget which one. Eddie's going to produce it."

"Lucky Eddie. He'll have his hands full with Draven."

"Yeah. Tell me about it. Who are you taking?"

"That Mexican kid, Luis. The cutie with the short hair."

"From the Freestyle Agency?"

"That's the one. You ought to take Dyani," Gary suggested
again.

"Skinny dipping? Yeah, right! On his first day. I don't think
so," Will replied dryly. "It's way too soon to introduce him
to Emmett's crowd."

"There's won't be a better time to introduce him, you know.
Jack's off shooting location in Barbados."

"I know. He's took Jeff Phillips along with him. Maybe,
you're right about taking him tonight, Gary. I've got to get
him auditioned as soon as possible. They're going back to
Indianapolis in September if he doesn't have a contract,"
Will declared. "We have our work cut out for us, Tonto. I'll
give some thought."

Gary glanced at Dyani as he walked back to the brightly lit
shooting area. "You know what he needs?"

"Other than a good hard fuck?"

Gary chuckled. "Well that, for sure. I was thinking of
something to bring out the sexy-boy look. A necklace or a
chain or something."

"I saw you trying some props on him."

"Yeah. Necklaces. They didn't work. They were all too thin.
It made him look like a fairy."

"He is."

"Yeah, I know. But it's not all that obvious, so why push it?
The thing is, he needs something to dress up his front and
get his message across. From what he's wearing I figured you
wanted me to work on the tough, sexed-up brat-look. Right? No
innocence left worth speaking of."

"That was the general idea," Will admitted. "Do some other
approaches too, though."

"It'll work. He's got the perfect face for it. I know what.
Can I borrow your chain for a while?" Gary asked.

Will reached behind his neck and removed his gold necklace.
It was made of small round 18k rings, a so-called Boston Link
chain. It was thick and long, 24 inches long, so long that it
didn't need a clasp. It was the sort of heavy jewelry that
only a man could wear.

"Great,..." Gary said, taking it. "You want to see sexy,
Keemo sabe, I'll give you sexy." he smirked. "Ask her about
the shirt, okay? He'll look awesome without it," he added as
Will meandered back to his seat.

 Will kept a close watch, because that was his job, because
he didn't trust Gary when it came to young boys. Gary slipped
the necklace over Dyani's head, much to the boy's surprise,
and began photographing him again. If Cynthia noticed the
addition, she didn't mention it. She seemed to be far more
interested in examining one of the magazines provided for
celebrity visitors. She thought 'Celebrity' was an excellent
choice for the coffee table.

"Gary wanted to know if it would be all right for Dyani to
take his shirt off?" Will asked slyly.

"Of course it's okay. Why on earth would you even ask me, Mr.
Sterling?"

Will wasn't quite flabbergasted, but he came very close.
"It's standard practice in the industry to ask first. Some
parents have a bit of a problem with their kids showing skin
in front of a camera."

"Really?" Cynthia raised her eyebrows. She shook her head in
disbelief. "That doesn't make much sense. Not if they're
going to be actors." She went back to the magazine.

Will gestured to Gary to get his attention and then gave a
curt nod. He got a smile in return. It would take a few
minutes before Gary broached the issue. It would be
interesting to see Dyani's response. Was he as uninhibited
as he seemed? He knew some ten-year-old boys who took their
clothes off at the slightest provocation. For every boy who
needed nothing more than a suggestion, there was another boy
who had to be cajoled into stripping, and even then it was in
the privacy of Will's bedroom. And then there were the boys
like Draven and Connor who got naked with nothing more than a
wink.

"Cynthia, I've been thinking about the best way to get Dyani
noticed." Will began pensively.

Cynthia looked up from the magazine immediately. "Yes?"

Will chose his words carefully. "What we talked about this
morning,... are you sure you want to go through with it?"

"You mean having him meet the right people?"

"Yes."

"If there isn't any other way for him to get past the
audition stage, then,... yes, Mr. Sterling. I meant what I
said. Every word of it."

Will reflected momentarily. "Once this ball starts rolling,
there's no stopping it. I want to be quite clear on that. The
people he'll meet will ruin his career if anything gets out."

"Dyani will do what I tell him, Mr. Sterling. He knows how to
keep his mouth shut. He wants this as much as I do. Besides,
he's already decided what he's interested in."

She shifted her gaze to the other side of the room. Dyani was
taking off his shirt as Gary circled around him, shooting
first with the Hasselbald 555-ELD, and then with an equally
expensive, professional digital camera.

Will waited until she turned back.

"He's already on the way, isn't he?"

"Huh?"

She smiled and gave Will a look that said 'you know exactly
what I'm talking about.' There was no point in stating the
obvious.

"There's a party tonight, Cynthia," Will began. "There'll be
some people there who could help his career quite a lot, if
he chose to let them. If you'd like, I could take him and
bring him back to your hotel when it's over. It should end
around ten or eleven or so."

"So soon? I suppose I really shouldn't be surprised, should
I?"

Cynthia continued to watch her son. He was playing to the
camera, not to the man behind the lens, not to his audience.
He exuded sexuality. It was enough that had she not given
birth to him, she would have denied his age as barely ten
years old.

"By all means take him, Mr. Sterling," she said quietly.

"It's a pool party."

"That's no problem. He has some shorts he can wear back at
the hotel. They may be still damp because he was swimming
yesterday afternoon."

"He won't need them," Will confided. "Everyone will be
skinny dipping. Or at least the boys will be."

"Oh, how precious!"

"He can swim, can't he?" Will asked.

"Oh yes. Like a fish. His father taught him." She brought her
mouth close to Will's ear and whispered, "Do I need to buy
him some condoms or something?"

Will gulped so much air that he nearly choked.

"No, I don't think that'll be necessary," he said.

"You'll realize that he'll probably be embarrassed, don't
you Mr. Sterling?"

Will dragged his eyes away from Dyani. "Why would he be
embarrassed? I expect all the boys there will be naked. They
usually are."

Cynthia snickered to herself as if enjoying a private a joke,
as if the idea of a half-dozen naked boys and as many men was
somehow amusing to think about. She took a moment to collect
her thoughts.

"Well, Mr. Sterling,..." She stopped to glance at Dyani. She
lowered her voice another notch. "I'm sure you know how
sensitive boys can be about,... well,... certain things."

Will had to force himself to look away from Dyani. His eyes
needed a rest. Only a minute earlier Gary had instructed him
to undo the metal button of his jeans. Ogling the kid.
Straining his eyes. Without his shirt and the top of his
jeans parting an inch or so at his narrow waist, Dyani was
even more arousing. Scrumptious, lip-smacking, delectable
boy-arousing. Pronto Tonto indeed. Gary had all the luck.
And Dyani wasn't upset about it either. He was grinning,
carrying on as if opening his jeans was the coolest thing
ever.

"Why do you say that like he's got something to be ashamed
about?"

"Well,..." She paused again. Her voice hushed further. "See,
he's not very big. Poor thing."

Will inclined his head, thinking only that Dyani was about
average in height and weight for his age. "Big?"

"He isn't ashamed that he's smaller than normal, Mr.
Sterling, but he does worry about it."

"Worry about what?"

"That he isn't very big,... where it counts," Cynthia said with
an amused smirk. "He'd die if he knew I was telling you this,
Mr. Sterling, so you really shouldn't mention it to him. See,
Dy has,..." She giggled, almost nervously. "He's got a teenie
weenie. That's what we've always called it, ever since he was
a baby. Of course, his father isn't very big either, but poor
Dyani is even worse off. He got the short end of the stick,
I'm afraid."

"Um...."

Were they really having this conversation? The first time
that a mother had openly discussed the size of her son's cock
with him, and it had to be Dyani's mother. That wasn't quite
true. Other mothers talked about it too, but then the issue
was how well endowed their sons were. Nothing wrong with
that. Dick size was something for a boy to be proud of. It
was never how small a boy was in the manhood department. It
was alluded to, of course, like it was something to be
ashamed of, but they never came out and said `small', or
'tiny', or 'teenie weenie'. Was it because big was always
better for a woman so they assumed it was true for men as
well? He had even met some mothers seemed to get a thrill out
of knowing that their sons could perform with men.

"Of course, I haven't seen it for a few years, Mr. Sterling,
but when he was seven, it was positively tiny."

Will couldn't believe his ears. "Well, it's probably grown a
bit since then," he said absently.

He was thinking of the small bulge that had formed in Dyani's
crotch on the way to buy his clothes. How big would it have
to be to make a lump like that? He tried to gauge the size.
It would depend on the angle, but it certainly hadn't struck
him as being particularly large at the time. Thumb-sized?
About the same size as Connor's dick?

"I do hope so. You'll let me know if it's a problem, won't
you Mr. Sterling?"

"A problem?"

"Well, don't men prefer larger ones. I mean,..." She giggled.

"Sometimes. It pretty depends on the man."

Will didn't add that the men who were attracted to young boys
either didn't care, or preferred average size or smaller. It
was only when a boy was sexually mature and started taking on
a dominant role that the size of his cock became important.
Since none of his clients were in that category, it was a
non-issue.

He gave up trying not to look and feasted his eyes on the
vision of preteen desirability on the other side of the
studio. With the front of his jeans partially opened, Dyani
exuded desirability that was the equal if not more than that
of any of his other clients. What did it matter if Eddie
Anders was dating Draven? It could be worse.

"So Mr. Sterling, how did you come to be an agent?"

Will glanced away from watching, staring at Dyani. He
resented the intrusion, but at least Gary has stopped
flirting for a while.

"I was a kid actor," he answered. "Once I reached thirteen or
so I started to realize that I might have to do something
else. The work pretty much came to a stop when I hit puberty.
I got a few parts when I was older, but nothing that could
pay the bills."

"What were you in?"

All of the mothers, his clients too for that matter, asked
the same question when they discovered that he had been an
actor in his child hood.

"A couple of really bad movies," he said humorlessly. "I
started too late."

Cynthia gave him a look that said `I find that hard to
believe'.

"Not a lot of talent, I'm afraid," he added diffidently. "I
didn't have the drive either, I suppose."

"I don't believe that for a moment."

He cleared his throat. "Well, I didn't have the training that
Dyani has for one thing, Cynthia. He's very fortunate in that
respect. I just decided I wanted to be in the movies so I got
my mother to cart me around to the studios. It was a lot
easier getting a foot in the door back then. It was the late
50s. I was nearly nine. I started out auditioning for Mark
McCain in the Rifleman. Needless to say I missed out on that
one, but I had the right qualifications, even if it didn't
include a few years on the Mouse show."

"Which were?" Cynthia asked pleasantly.

"Blond hair and blue eyes," Will replied bluntly. "That's
what it took in those days. I guess I was good looking too,"
he added. "Then, I did an audition for the role of Jeff in
Lassie. Didn't get that either, of course. But my efforts got
some attention, plus I was beginning to figure things out.
Then,..." he paused and looked across the room.

Dyani was giggling and making silly noises. Gary was still
taking photographs. Will could see him grinning behind the
black cube and long, thick lens of the Hassleblad. There was
nothing like a boy's laughter to get his attention. Dyani
brushed his hair back and made a growling sound. Will smiled.
In bed, the boy would be a fox. Crisp white sheet half-pulled
down his naked boy-body, brilliant contrast of cotton and
lightly tanned skin. Lots of giggles. Playful games that
were a prelude to having sex. Fun. Always fun. Boys needed to
have fun. If it was just sex, it was like going to the
dentist. Like pulling teeth. They had to be happy. Had to be
willing as well. They had to giggle and laugh and tell silly
jokes to make it worthwhile.

"Then what happened?"

Will turned back. Again, Cynthia gave him a knowing look,
that hint of a smile. She knew who he'd been staring at. He
swallowed. He crossed his legs.

"I got wise. Actually, I made it all the way to the screen
tests for Lassie Comes Home. During a lunch break with the
parents and kids, I noticed that one of the casting
director's assistants kept looking at me like he wanted to
eat me. He'd been especially nice to me as well during the
audition. I thought he liked how I made friends with the dog
by scratching its belly. Boy, was I wrong about that."

Cynthia laughed. "Really? He was coming on to you?"

"It was in the sixties. I had just turned eleven. What did I
know? Anyway, he was good-looking so I guess I was making
eyes at him as well. I wasn't all that surprised."

"So what happened?"

Will smiled, remembering. "We had sex in a trailer on the
back lot."

"Really?"

"Yes, really. My audition was already over, but he arranged
for someone to take my mom on a tour of the studio so he
could get me alone."

Will smiled again. Had his mother guessed what was going on?
He had never asked her, however she had given him an
understanding look at the time.

"That was forty years ago and I can still remember it like it
was yesterday. The trailer looked like it hadn't been used
for years. It was full of junk. Stuff everywhere. We had to
stand up because there was no room to do anything else."

Cynthia didn't say anything, but Will could tell that she
wanted to hear more. All the details. Especially the
details, because they were the best parts. How Al Koester
convinced him to take all of his clothes off, even his
underpants and socks. Totally naked with his dick sticking
out. Feet bare on the dirty dusty floor. How he stood there
and let the man lick him. Lick him. Front and back, from his
knees to his neck. How he shivered and then trembled. How
good it felt to have his boy-dick throbbing, sliding back and
forth inside the man's mouth. How he wanted it never to end.
All of the wonderful, exciting, life-changing details that
he still remembered. That he would never forget. Even now, a
lifetime later, he still got a thrill from licking a boy's
body. The sweet taste of smooth hairless skin, so seldom
sweaty, but even if it was sweaty, it was still good.

What was it about some women that made them want to know what
their sons did with men? She would probably pester Dyani for
details too, when his time came. If he wasn't careful, she
would soon know everything her son did, and that might
present a problem. Not right away, of course, but later on
when Dyani was even if she was as `open-minded' as she said
she was. He tested the waters.

"Of course, if there had been room to lie down I imagine I
would have lost my virginity. Anyway, the next day I learned
that I was to be in the cast,... as Jeff's best friend," Will
added. "Not too bad for an hour's work in a trailer."

Cynthia had not reacted, at least not in a way that he had
noticed.

"So Lassie was my first movie. Of course, I figured out right
away that little Billy Sterling got to spend a few minutes on
the screen because he went to the trailer. While it was being
shot, I also learned why I didn't get the part of Jeff," he
added with a meaningful nod.

"Why?"

"Let's just say that there's a big difference between the
director and the assistant casting director." Will laughed,
still thinking about it. "But at least I was started in the
right direction. Blond, blue-eyed boys had a big advantage
in the sixties. Everyone wanted them, especially if they
were willing to hop into bed."

"So it was no different to now, then?"

"Only the faces have changed. And it's more organized," Will
added.

"Organized?" She seemed surprised to hear that.

"Organized is the wrong word," Will explained. "I should
have said more prearranged. Back then, it was spontaneous.
It wasn't until a kid was doing an audition that anything
happened. Nowadays, a kid doesn't get an audition without
jumping through the hoops. What I should say is he'll get an
audition with 2,000 other kids. It's a waste of his time,
standing in line for something he doesn't have a chance of
getting in the first place. Nine times out of ten the kids
who make the final cut are all set up in advance."

"That's why you said it was important for Dy to meet the
right people before he auditions?"

"You got it. Oh, he might get past a few auditions to make
the final half-dozen without it, but they're mostly just a
formality so SAG isn't upset. They have to represent all
their members, not just the lucky few who know how the system
works."

"So, Mr. Sterling,... I hope you don't mind me asking. It's
only because I'm thinking of Dy, you understand. Um,... What
did you do in the trailer?"

`The usual stuff," Will said carefully.

"The usual?"

Will shrugged nonchalantly. Make her ask. Beg! See how badly
she wants to know. Find out how much Dyani told her about his
time with Travis.

"Probably much the same things that your son did with Travis
when you lived in Indianapolis," he said, choosing his
words.

"Oh!" She thought about it. "So you played with each other's
weenies?"

Will almost lost it. Of course, he shouldn't have been
surprised by the `baby' word. More than likely, it was how
she had talked to Dyani about what he had done. The family
was still in the `my-son-is-a-toddler' stage, even though
the son was well into the `sexy-young-boy stage'. He glanced
across the room, making a mental note to talk a lot about
`dicks' and `cocks' so that Dyani was used to the words.

He liked how the boy inclined his head when he was thinking
about something. It suggested contemplation, and when he
talked, his entire body became expressive. He was a natural
actor.

"That's usual," Will confirmed.

"Um,... I suppose,... Did he, um, put it, um, in his mouth?" she
asked awkwardly.

So, she did know what happened between Dyani and Travis.

"Cynthia, it's called cock sucking," Will said. He very
nearly snickered.

She blushed. "I know that, Mr. Sterling!"

He ended up smiling with her because it was funny the way she
said it. Of course, she knew it. Everyone knew what cock
sucking was.

"And before I forget what you asked, yes, we did that too."

She seemed happy, or at least relieved. Will turned away,
back to gazing at Dyani. The kid was addictive. Raw heroin in
the guise of a ten-year-old boy! Just looking at him was like
shooting up. Pumping himself full of fantasies until his
veins roared with the thrill.

 He'd have to be careful about that with Dyani. There was no
faster way of ruining a kid's career than for him to get
hooked on drugs. The problem was that drugs were so much a
part of the Hollywood scene that it was a full time job
keeping the kids safe. Ecstasy was so common among actors and
production crews that it was almost expected for his clients
to use it as well. If a boy managed to stay a virgin while he
auditioned, he usually lost it on location. The latest craze
was the so-called `boy-mix' of Ecstasy and Viagra, dissolved
in 7-up. The boys called it 'horn-ade'. The men called it
'seven-up', by the seven meant inches. Some parents even
provided it to their kids. Hell, he had even used that
himself with boys to keep them hard and horny, but he never
touched the hard stuff. No fucking way! That addled the
brain.

"Mr. Sterling?"

Will looked back at her. The magazine was open on her lap.
She had not turned a page in nearly ten minutes. He raised an
eyebrow, vaguely resenting the intrusion on his
introspection.

"I'm sorry,... I really have to ask this."

"Go ahead."

Of course, he suspected what was coming. However, it was
about a month earlier than usual, if it ever came up for
discussion. It took that long to get a boy used to the idea
that his butt could be used for something besides pooping.
Some boys arrived at that hurdle sooner rather than later.
Other boys never bought into the idea that a man could
penetrate their asses and they both might enjoy it. It didn't
matter if a boy was eight or eighteen. Someone, somewhere,
wanted to have anal sex with him.

"If Dyani does, get involved with someone, I mean,... If he
does that, I presume he'll,..."

She couldn't bring herself to say it. She averted her eyes.
She swallowed. Will waited. Why make it easy on her? The more
she understood, accepted, appreciated what Dyani was going
to be doing, the easier it was on him.

"When he has sex,... I assume it means,... you know,... in his
bottom," she muttered.

Will nodded slowly. "That's usual, Cynthia."

She considered that for a few moments. "Will it hurt?" She
swallowed again, dryly, trying to get used to the idea. "It
will hurt him, won't it?" she added clumsily.

"For a while."

"How long is a while?"

"Mostly it depends on how often he does it." The honest
answer. It also depended on other things, like how big the
man was.

"Oh."

Will smiled faintly. It was time for him to insert more of
himself into the family. "You have to trust me to do what's
best for him, Cynthia. The best thing is for you not worry
about that part of it."

"I,... I'm his mother. It's my job to worry."

"Yes, of course." Will scratched his forehead. She wasn't
the first mother who tried to involve herself in her son's
sex life. "I have a vested interest in your son's future.
Cynthia. It's my job to make sure that Dyani's properly
prepared." What ever that meant. Could a ten-year-old boy
ever be properly prepared for anal sex? He took a deep
breath. "I'm not about to throw him to the lions."

At least not until he's ready. Maybe, not even then. A
beautiful boy with a beautiful body. Awesome.

"It's just,..." She exhaled. "I don't want to make a whore out
of him, Mr. Sterling."

"And neither do I." Will placed a reassuring hand on her arm.
"I want him to have a good time, Cynthia. Most people
wouldn't believe this, but the boys really do enjoy it, you
know. Along the way he'll meet lots of people who are famous.
If you want some names I can give them to you, but I'd rather
not. He might sleep with a few of them, but so what? Maybe
even more than a few of them. It's his choice. It doesn't
make him a whore. He's taking advantage of what he has to
offer."

"That's one way of putting it, I suppose," Cynthia said
sarcastically.

"I'm like you, Cynthia. I'd much rather he didn't have to do
it," Will said patiently.

He wasn't a pimp. Not that. Some of the other agents were.
Pushing kids into sex and drugs just so they could get work
in movies and commercials.

"There's no other way, is there?"

Will shook his head. Was it a lie? There were always boys who
managed to get past the system, who stayed virgins until
their late teens because their parents were constantly on
the set, or keeping them away from the parties. He patted
Cynthia's arm, looking past her to Dyani. He had put on an
oversized leather jacket and was posing as a biker. He looked
like a young James Dean as he strutted and flexed before the
camera.

"You have to trust me, Cynthia. In a few months from now
we'll have him signed up for a role in a top-class movie.
Then, it'll be all worthwhile."

"I know," she said with a smile. "Dy and I wouldn't be here
in L.A. otherwise."

She went back to reading her magazine, giving Will the
impression that she didn't have a care in the world. An hour
went by. Almost two. Sometimes it could take all day before
Gary, the artist, was happy.


Freddie Bartholomew. That was who Dyani reminded Will of
when Gary wrapped an old trench coat around him. He was
sublimely erotic as he bashfully regarded the circular lens,
eyes downcast, then not quite pouty, not brazenly bold,
austere, scowling, with his eyes lifted up becoming hopeful,
then pensive. More than a few directors would want copies of
those photographs for themselves. Dyani was Freddie without
the hair. The child prodigy in `Captain's Courageous'.
Twelve-year-old, rich-kid Harvey Cheyne and the Portuguese
fisherman, Manuel. All that latent sexuality veiled as a
boy's coming of age and paternalistic love. A great movie. A
movie classic that was full of unforgettable lines like
"...Say, sometimes a song so big and sweet inside, I...I just
can't get him out, and then I look up at stars, and maybe
cry, it feels so good." It was a boy-movie classic, because
it could have been a song, or a man's cock.

Seeing Dyani like that took Will back to the 1930s, to the
great era of Hollywood when epics were produced. Movies like
that came along once in a lifetime. Maybe it was the right
time for a remake. Will knew who to talk to about that.



Will made a dozen phone calls from his cell phone while he
waited. He needed to rearrange the afternoon schedule, but
that was why he had assistants. He talked to the Davies
family about having their six year old's teeth properly
aligned. Getting them to understand was a pain in the neck.
It wasn't the first time they had heard that from him. He was
always honest with the parents. It could take up to a year to
get it done. No one would touch Mitchie until then. He hadn't
received a single audition request. Six years old was too
young to join the club, in his opinion, although he had
intimated that there were some things that Mitchie might be
able to do to improve his chances of getting an audition. The
parents were starting to show some interest after getting
just two commercials and a one-episode fifteen-second
appearance in a sitcom over the last year.

He wanted to tell Dyani's mother that she'd done the right
thing. Her son had near perfect teeth. Even the two Bucky-
Beaver front teeth grew on him. It was part of the kid's
charm, the one thing that made him normal, typical of
millions of other boys his age. That, and the two gaps in the
sides where his baby teeth had come out and adult teeth had
yet to appear. He almost always showed the white of his
nicely aligned teeth when he smiled. His eyes lit up. Big,
endearing eyes. Sensuous eyes. Hot eyes. That beautiful,
heart warming smile. Ever so slight dimples that gave
emphasis to his mouth and cheeks. Just beautiful.

Lunch was brought in from a deli up the street. After lunch,
Will had to use the bathroom to get off. It was simply too
much to sit there for thirty minutes with Dyani making doe-
eyes at him from the other side of the fold-up table. He
watched `sweetie' nibbling on the rye and proscuitto
sandwich his mother had selected for him. It was hardly the
sort of thing a kid would want to eat, but `sweetie' still
made a dent in it. Gary winked at him a couple of times, used
the Pronto-Tonto code word a lot more than he needed to,
grinned and teased Dyani about being Freddie without the
curls. Even Gary had picked up on the resemblance. Dyani was
too embarrassed to respond. He kept his head down, nibbling
and gnawing on his bottom lip. Endearing.



After lunch, it was time for outside shots, using Westwood
Village as a studio. Will made himself useful by carrying one
of Gary's nylon bags. It was full of leather cartridges,
heavy glass and black metal. Any one of the lenses was worth
a thousand dollars. The fun started when Gary posed Dyani in
the driver's seat of Will's Ferrari parked right outside the
front door of his studio. After seeing Dyani in the car, Will
was suddenly very glad that he'd made use of the bathroom
after lunch. Hot! So fucking hot that he could feel the drool
oozing from his cock.



Other boys had been in the driver's seat of the 512. Draven,
Connor, Kyle, Kenny Carruthers, lots of them. Looking down
at their slim smooth legs trying so hard to reach the pedals
was one of Will's favorite things to do. That, and checking
out their crotch lumps. Most of them got hard even without
the engine running. It was always a great view. First prize
went to Draven, who pulled his nylon bike shorts down on the
first day with Will and sat there, grinning from ear to ear.
Naked from his waist to his knees, his three inch ten-year-
old dick sticking up with the skin pulled back past the red
knob on the end. Will wished he had a photograph of that.



And Dyani, who slid down into the butterscotch colored
leather seat like he belonged there. Maybe he did. He grinned
up at Will and Gary, and that huge one-eyed camera lens,
pretending to shift gears the way that he'd seen Will do it.
Caressing the dick-knob on the end of the gear stick lever
with his thumb. He had to realize what he was doing,
especially when he moved the sides of his open shirt further
apart to show off his taut little belly. No sign of his
belly-button, nothing but a few thin rolls of lightly tanned
boy-skin. Maybe a pound of fat on him, total. Giggling.
Laughing. Pushing his shirt away to the sides, then taking it
off completely. Stripping, right there in Will's Ferrari. A
little Italian stallion. Bare. Giggly. Fucking sexy. Knowing
it too. Meeting Will's eyes deliberately. Nothing furtive or
shameless about that boy. Just enjoying himself. Probably as
hard as steel, but nothing to show for it in the creases of
his baggy jeans. He was quickly discovering the effect he
could have on men like Will Sterling if he put his mind to
it. Cynthia thought it was all a huge joke.



Then, back up the street towards an old Art Deco theater
where some of Gary's favorite sites were located. Now that
she understood what character was all about, Cynthia
wandered off to find more clothes for her son, especially
casual clothes that Will informed her that he would need for
the pool party later that night. Dyani was in his element
with his mother out of the way. Posing against lamp posts,
reclining on an old-fashioned seat, pretending to hitch a
ride, looking into a shop window with a wistful expression,
all of it still with his shirt open in front or hanging from
his arm. People looked, stared, hung around trying to
recognize the alluring young actor with striking flair, but
they always kept their distance. It was the unspoken rule of
Hollywood, even if it was Westwood. Look if you want, but be
quiet and keep a respectable distance.



They took Dyani into a small shaded courtyard that Gary had
standing permission from the owner to use. Gloomy shadows,
so different to the bright sun in the street, interspersed
with rays of light that energized the scene and made the
flowers come alive. Lots and lots of mood photos. The
portfolio would use only a few of the best ones, but there
would be dozens and dozens to chose from. Pained eyes to show
oppression of the masses. Fear. Anger. A young hooker.
Usually all it took for the right expression to appear was
for Gary to give Dyani a single word. Other times, he needed
coaching.



"Gary and hees leetle feesh, they beat everybody," Gary
joked as he swapped canisters of film in the Hasselblad. He
winked at Will. `Captain's Courageous', yet again, parodying
Spencer Tracy's lines for Manuel the fisherman. "We make
actor out of you, huh lettle feesh?"

Dyani didn't get it. He looked at Will, who shrugged
nonchalantly. Gary laughed and ushered them back onto the
street. Somewhere along the way, he had started calling
Dyani, Freddie, with an `ie', not a `y'. When Gary lagged
behind to talk with someone who had come from the studio to
find him, Will took advantage of the time alone to catch up
with Dyani.

"How's it going, Movie Brat?"

Dyani wiped his brow and managed a tired smile. In the heat
and humidity, beads of perspiration were constantly
dampening his forehead. He was getting used to wiping them
off. Gary made it plain that he didn't want to see a sweaty
boy in the viewfinder.

"Okay. I didn't think it would be such hard work getting my
photo taken, Sil."

"Now you see why it costs ten grand for a portfolio, huh?"
Will teased.

Dyani grinned at him. "So is it worth it?"

His eyes fluttered at Will, turning on his reserves of boy-
charm. Will felt his cock begin to grow, again. Getting off
after lunch hadn't been enough to keep it down.

"You tell me, Babe." Will didn't feel comfortable calling
him Freddie. That was Gary's name.

"You're the one paying, not me," Dyani shot back with a
smirk.

"Ah, but you're the one who's doing all the work."

"Who's working? I'm just having fun."

"Smart ass huh?" Will joked. He wanted to hug the brat.

Dyani giggled, then abruptly waved at his mother. She was on
the other side of the street, carrying a shopping bag that
said her foray into at least one store had been successful.
She waved back. Blew him a kiss and mouthed the customary
`sweetie'. Dyani shook his head. Waved again.

"You getting along with Gary okay, aren't you?" Will asked
anxiously. Why did he want to know that?

"Yeah. He's cool."

"He can be a bit touchy feely sometimes," Will said
cautiously. "I hope you don't mind."

"He's so not like you," Dyani suddenly. His eyes seemed to
light up when he said, as if trying to convince himself that
there really was a difference.

Will raised his eyebrows and wondered what Dyani had picked
up on. With Gary on his way back to them it wasn't the time
to pursue the matter further.

"Ready Freddie?" Gary called out to Dyani.

Dyani ginned and nodded back. "When you are, Manny."

Apparently he had been brought up to date on the Freddie
Bartholomew, `Captains Courageous' thing, even if he didn't
sound like a spoiled rich kid from New England.

"Hey Will, something's come up. I've got to get back to the
studio. I think we're about done here," Gary explained as he
approached. "I've got some great shots. The only thing we
haven't done is shoot him on a sheepskin rug."

It was an inside joke. The last time they'd done the `boy on
a sheepskin rug' scene was at Gary's house with Draven. After
a few glasses of kiddy-cocktail, champagne and soda, they
got him undressed and posing on a rug that was nearly twice
his size. He was perfectly happy reclining, giggling,
wriggling, enjoying the sensation of wool on bare skin, all
but forgetting about Gary's ever-present camera. A naked
boy, playing his still pre-pubescent state for all he was
worth.

Finally, when the mood was right, Will made the suggestion of
what Draven should do next. Draven had no hesitation about
taking himself in hand, all three hard inches of it, and
jerking off in front of them as he sprawled and rolled around
in the white wool. Shameless. Sticking his tongue out.
Bringing himself to a dry shuddering climax on film. Dozens
of photographs of a boy being a boy, photographs that no one
else but the three of them would ever see. With photos like
those to show, there never was a bill for Draven's portfolio.

"Maybe next time," Will said. It sounded a lot like a
promise. Too much like a promise. He wasn't at all sure that
he wanted Gary to see Dyani naked, although the photos would
definitely be worth having.

They headed off to the studio, meeting Cynthia on the way
back. Gary hurried inside to attend to pressing business.
Outside, Will shook hands with Cynthia, then with Dyani. His
hand was small, hot as blazes. Holding firmly. A little
longer than with his mother. Building the relationship
again. It was the manly touch that all boys wanted in their
lives, even boys with fathers who cared. The pool party
started at eight. What pool party? Of course, Dyani didn't
know about it. No time to explain. Will would pick Dyani up
at seven-thirty from the foyer of the Holiday Inn.

On the way back to his office he called Emmett Anders and
told him that a new boy would be coming to the pool party.
The word would get out to the others, both boys and men, to
cool it until Dyani got used to the idea of being naked and
having sex with someone old enough to be his father. No one
wanted to scare him off.