Date: Mon, 22 Mar 2004 11:52:13 -0800 (PST)
From: Ganymede
Subject: Movie Brat Chapter 4

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Movie Brat, by Ganymede



Chapter 4.



"... it's 106.5 mix-it-up radio coming right at ya. We're
closing in on the twilight hour. All you party goers up Bel
Air way, I've got some dance music to get you goin'. Stay
cool in the pool.  Here's the latest from the boys in blue.
Hanging Fool,...."



The road wound back and forth, not quite zigzagging with the
tight curves of a Riviera corniche, yet still demanding
constant attention at any speed above the legal limit. The
Ferrari flat-12 was in its element with its seemingly
endless power band, from idle all the up to the red-line of
7,000 and beyond. Nothing but thoroughbred horses and torque
coming from fuel injection, quad cams and four valves per
cylinder. It was faster to work back and forth through the
gears and spare the engine. It was fun too, booting the
accelerator hard and backing off. Listening to the mid-
mounted engine howl just behind the head. Raunchy, sexy
sounds, that bellowed or growled depending on the throttle.
Will Sterling loved that sound. It made him push the car just
a little bit harder into the curves, snapping the
accelerator with each down shift, tires squealing in
protest, then braking hard, because there was no other way to
drive a Ferrari, not when it could do 196 mph.

When the road straightened out, he sneaked glances at the boy
sitting in the low-slung bucket seat beside him. His mother
had chosen his party clothes surprisingly well. Not entirely
appropriate to California casual, but it was not a problem
because Hollywood required flair as much as fashion. The end
result was fucking flamboyant, barely on the avant-garde
side, all but crying out, `I'm gay'. Eye-catching. Vibrant.
Perfect for her son's image. Expensive. Will probably needed
to reimburse her. Just looking at Dyani made whatever it cost
worthwhile. The short-sleeved silk shirt had a glossy sheen
to it. Brilliant yellow. Yellow shirt and black-haired boy
standing out against a red Ferrari, just like the prancing
horse on the emblem. The shirt looked great on his slim body.
Clingy too, so you could see the kid's tiny-dot nipples. The
shape of his taut boy-belly. His precious belly-button.
Fucking sexy! Enough to get him laid.

And the pants? Wherever had she found those? He'd have to ask
her, but it was somewhere in Westwood near the movie theater
where they'd taken Dyani for the location shots. Thin white
linen slacks, one of those cotton fabrics that had four
hundred threads to the inch, just like his bed sheets. They
felt smooth and looked great. They were form fitting too,
showing every little delectable contour of the kid's body.
Hundred dollar pants, and worth every cent. He realized that
as soon as he saw Dyani standing in the Holiday Inn foyer,
observed his tightly clad, perfect little bubble butt. Pants
revealing 100 percent boy, the way that boys were supposed to
be. Fifty-fifty odds that his mother had learned one lesson
that earlier day and Dyani was going bare underneath. Not
even a trace of briefs or boxers where there should have been
something to see, nothing to mar that rounded bottom. Sheer
perfection. Will could even see where the little-boy-pubis
was hidden under the pants because it swelled out from his
lower belly. But that was all there was down there, well
almost all. He could have been a girl. Maybe his mother was
right about the size of his dick. Will would find out soon
enough for himself, of course. As soon as they arrived at the
party and the boys started getting naked. All he needed to do
was to be patient. Until then, sneaking crotch peeks would
m0re than keep him happy.



"So Dy-babe, you're probably feeling a bit tired, huh?
Especially after your busy day?"

Dyani grinned back at him, bucky-beaver teeth and all. "I'm
fine, Sil. Mom made me take a nap when we got back to the
hotel."

"Oh?"

"She wanted to go get some of that Melanin stuff you told us
about this morning."

Already? She didn't waste any time. Melatonin, the miracle
stop-puberty-in-its-tracks drug for kid-actors. Probably get
him started taking the little green pills that very same
night. It boded well for the future.

"Cool, so you had a nap while she was gone, huh?"

"Yeah."

Will slowed the car down and made a sharp right hand turn
with the tires proffering a squeal of complaint. Dyani
leaned over in his seat. Exaggerating the sideways force so
that he could have Will push him back again? Will did what
was expected of him, nudging Dyani a bit harder in the
shoulder and side of the arm than the last time. Making
physical contact with him, but only in play. It was
essential. Taking down the kid's reserve a bit at a time.
Getting him used to the idea of being touched. But always in
play. Boys loved to play. Play led to sex play and sex play
led to sex.

"And now you're wound up and rearing to go. Starting fresh on
the wild side of life, huh?"

 "Yeah, I guess."

Dyani wasn't sure what the wild side was. He was perfectly
content right where he was. He liked being touched. Being the
center of attention. Not having his mother around.

He glanced out the window at a set-back mansion that was
ancient Egyptian in style. Among the conglomeration of
styles, it really didn't seem out of place, particularly
with all the palm trees that were arranged in dead straight
lines.

"Too weird," he muttered to himself.

"Huh?"

"Nothing," Dyani murmured. What ever he was thinking he
planned on keeping it to himself.

"I love your threads," Will acknowledged.

He sounded like a sixties hippy, he thought after it was too
late. Should have said `I love your duds, dude'. More hip.
More like a today kid. Gorgeous boy.

"Yeah?"

"Very sex-ee," Will said with deliberate exaggeration.

He leered at Dyani, as crude as he could. Made the look match
the words. Walk the walk, talk the talk, just to see what he
would do. Dyani stuck his tongue out. Will laughed. Cute.
Sweet. Little pink boy-tongue. Nice to suck on.

"Hey Sil,..."

"Yeah, Babe."

"This is a pool party we're going to, right?"

"Yeah."

"Um, well,..."

"What's up kiddo?"

"Nothing," Dyani muttered self-consciously. "It's just
that,... well,... Mom said I wouldn't need my swim shorts, so I
didn't bring any."

"Right."

Will started to slow down, looking for the entrance to
Emmett's estate. It was always hard to find, so easy to go
flying past. Then, the next place to turn around safely was
nearly a mile up the road.

"So, like won't I need one?"

"Nope."

Will smirked, thinking of Dyani, nude. Stripped off, boy-
dick hanging out, bare-assed, totally nude. It wouldn't be
much longer before he saw the kid naked. Looking forward to
it. Fifteen minutes. Maybe half an hour. Not long. Yummy! All
of him, not just his shirt off, but everything. Bubble-butt
and teenie-weenie time coming right up.

"Why not?"

"Didn't your mom tell you?" Will asked. He had expected
Cynthia to clue him in.

"Uh uh."

Drop the bomb time. "You won't need swim shorts tonight,
Babe."

"Why's that?"

"Because none of the boys there will be wearing shorts, not
while they're in the pool anyway."

"You mean,..." Dyani gulped. "They,... they go in nude?"

 Disbelief? Not really. Something else. Nervous as hell. Not
surprising, not really, not given how old he was and growing
up in lower-middle class Indianapolis. Probably never had
his clothes off in front of other people, boys or men.

"Yeah. Hey, you don't mind, do you? They do a lot of that at
pool parties in California, skinny dipping, you know?"

It was always a good idea to ask. The chances of Dyani saying
no were like drawing the Ace of Spades twice in a row, not
when he believed it was normal behavior, not when they were
almost there. Too late to turn back.

"I don't know,..."

"Trust me, Babe, it's cool."

"I know. It's just,... well I've never done it before, that's
all Sil. I mean, like gone swimming with nothing on."

"Never been naked in the water, huh?" Will teased.

Another sideways glance. The kid redefined cute. Too damned
cute for his own good. Have to keep a close eye on him
tonight. Not just tonight either. Always.

"Well no,... I mean except in the bathtub or shower,..." Dyani
gave an sudden giggle. "So like what do I do?"

Will laughed. "No problemo, Dy-babe. It's not that hard."

Hard? Just talking about it made him hard. More than likely a
couple of the boys would be hard when they jumped into the
pool the first time. It was his favorite time of the evening.
Boy-dicks jutting out. Giggling. Butt slapping. Running
around the pool. Everyone laughing. Shedding clothes
everywhere. No one thinking about sex. Just men and boys
having fun.

"You just take off your clothes and jump in. It's that
simple."

"You're joking?"

"Nope. Trust me, Dyani. It'll take you about two seconds to
get used to it and then you'll have a great time. Everyone
does."

"Yeah, right."

"You'll see. Hey, there is one thing we need to talk about,..."
Will added slyly. Better bring it up before Dyani found out
for himself. "Oops. Missed it, again."

He brought the car to an abrupt stop, then backed up fifty
feet before he stopped again. The gates were closed as they
always were. Emmett valued his privacy, as well he should
with more than half-a-dozen under-aged celebrity boys
running around naked. Besides, in a few hours most of the
boys would probably be doing more than running and swimming.
Once darkness came, few might even be lying on their backs in
the grass with their toes tickling their ears.

Will used the intercom and waited for the gates to roll back.

"Okay, Dyani, here's the deal for tonight." Will glanced to
the side to make sure he had Dyani's undivided attention.
"We're here for you to have fun so enjoy yourself. What ever
happens, it's cool."

Dyani's expression was suitably confused. Will laughed as he
drove through the open gate. It closed immediately, shutting
off the outside world and its moral hang-ups. Social
neurosis. Denying kids their sexuality. So afraid of letting
boys be boys, because boys were curious. Because a lot of
boys wanted to have sex with men.

"You know what you did with your bud, Travis?" Will asked
covertly.

Dyani twitched. "Uh huh."

 "Don't be surprised if you see the same sort of stuff
happening here tonight, Dyani. It's fun, right? It's what
guys do when they get horny."

Will glanced sideways. Dyani was tuned in, but not
responding. Drive the point home. Make sure he understands.

"All of us guys need to get off, kid. Young or old, it makes
no difference. We're all the same, us guys. We think with our
dicks."

Another twitch. Listening, thinking about it, trying to
understand, trying not to giggle. Confronting his role in
the mysterious world of sex. Lay out the ground rules for
him, get him used to what he had to offer, what he needed to
do to succeed.

"You don't have to do anything you don't want to do, Babe.
Just say so, but if you want to do something, don't hang back
either."

Dyani's expression became even more bewildered. Will laughed
and wiped the slate clean. Next scene coming right up.

"Just hang with me and you'll have fun."

"So like if I don't want to do something, I don't have to,
right?"

"You got it."

"So I don't have to skinny dip, then?" Dyani asked
uncertainly.

Will could hear the relief in his voice. "Why wouldn't you
want to? Everyone else will be."

"Because." Flat toneless rejection.

"Because why?"

"You know why!"

Dyani brooded. Will slowed down, crawling up the long drive
with the engine barely above idle. His thoughts raced ahead.
The last thing he wanted to do was to upset the kid. Too much
too soon? Probably. What to say next?

"I know, okay. Mom told me. I know she told you, Sil."

"Huh?"

"About my dick. It's tiny," Dyani mumbled.

"So?" So that was it. So he should have guessed what the
problem was. So Will shrugged as if size was nothing.

"So like I'm not taking my clothes off, okay?"

"You don't have to if you don't want to, Babe. I already told
you that."

Will approached the last bend, slowing down even more. Any
slower and the car would have been leap-frogging up the
driveway.

"You know, Dyani, for a boy your age the average size of his
dick is about three inches. Hard, that is."

Finger and thumb apart to show the size, because it had more
meaning that way. Three inches. Not even a handful for a boy,
even less for him, but more than big enough to keep him
entertained for hours at a time. Dyani glanced, then looked
away. He got the general idea.

"Yeah. So?"

"So for every kid who's got a dick that's four inches long,
there has to be a kid with a dick that's two inches long.
Otherwise three wouldn't be the average, right?"

"Yeah, I suppose." He relented, buying the average argument
because he wanted to, because he trusted Will not to lie in
order to make him feel better.
Will parked the Ferrari behind Eddie's black Mercedes 500.
Draven had come in that car. Probably made out in it too
before they got out. Little hot lips. That boy was hot
everywhere. Capital 'H' hot! He probably gave Eddie a hickey
or two as well, but where no one could see them. Draven liked
doing that, leaving his little red trademark on a man's neck.
Will brushed his hair back with his hands. It was time to
party. They'd have fun even if Dyani wouldn't skinny dip with
the other boys.

"So, um,.. like when a kid has five inches, um, like what
happens to the other guy?" Dyani said miserably, unfastening
his seat belt.

An inch, hard? Will didn't believe that for a second. An inch
was like nothing at all. No ten-year-old boy had a one-inch
dick, just like they didn't have five-inch dicks. Well, not
often anyway.

"You're the math genius here so you figure it out. All I'm
saying is there are just as many kids with small dicks as
there are kids who have big dicks," he said patiently.
"Somehow, I don't know why, but guys get the idea that bigger
is better, only it's not. The thing is to enjoy what you've
got and not worry about the other guy. Whatever you've got
hiding under your pants, Babe, it's nothing to be ashamed
about."

Dyani didn't answer as they climbed out of the low-slung car.

In his yellow shirt and linen slacks, the kid looked good,
better than good, incredibly, edibly good. Dyani would look
sexy no matter what clothes he had on. He'd look farm-boy
sexy in a pair of dirty bib-overalls. Or choir-boy sexy if he
was wearing a surplice. It was the sensual aura he exuded.
The eyes, the lips, the way he moved. Everything about him.
The size of his dick was unimportant. Men would always be
attracted to him.



The expansive imitation Mediterranean, mock Isle of Capri-
style villa was flanked by pencil-thin poplars. Instead of
using the formal entrance, Will diverted to the side, went
through the floral-patterned wrought iron gate. Private
became more private. Behind the house, a stone flagged
terrace encircled the swimming pool. The lights were on in
the pool. Inviting.

Will took Dyani over to meet his host. Emmett and his twin
brother, Eddie were accompanied by two boys. Draven and
Connor, both boys from his agency. Eleven and eight years old
respectively. Hanging around the men instead of boys their
own age. No surprises there. Connor and Emmett had been a hot
item for a month or more, well past the try-the-waters stage.
It seemed to be working out for both of them.  The rumor mill
said that much bigger things were in the works. Connor's
career was about to take a step up from doing TV sitcoms.

And Draven? He was doing what he did best and going after a
role in the King movie. That meant being Eddie's boyfriend,
if not sleeping with him. Both boys grinned in welcome as
Will approached. Familiarity didn't breed contempt, not when
a boy enjoyed the sex, liked the man, trusted him because
success in life depended on it.

"Hi guys," Will said to everyone.

He gave a familiar nod to Emmett and Eddie, knowing smirks to
the boys, watching their faces. Both boys were as cute as
buttons. Stupid expression. Cute as only young boys could
be. Sexy cute. Draven with his baggy surfer-style tee-shirt
and colorful Hawaiian shorts. His hair was just like Will's
had been at that age, bleached-silver-blond, coming as much
from natural color and the sun as from the renegade surfer
movie he'd just finished working on. Little Connor was all in
white. Unbuttoned pressed dress shirt and wrinkled linen
slacks. His mother was making good use of the still-a-virgin
theme. Perfect for the unruly red head who hadn't gone all
the way yet.

"This is Dyani." Will placed his hand on Dyani's right
shoulder. Held it there for a moment, establishing his
rights even if his tenure only lasted for the night.

"Dyani, meet Emmett Anders, your host. This is his brother,
Eddie. The red-head, who you've probably seen before on ABC,
is Connor. And the one making faces at me is Draven the
doofus."

Dyani was awed. He shook hands with the men, then the boys.
Then, he held his hand by his side as if afraid to damage it.
The hand that had touched celebrities. People whose faces he
recognized, whose names were almost as familiar to him as his
own. Lost for words. The world would go one without him for a
while.

"Hey, Will. You'll never guess who I saw on TV last week,"
Eddie laughed. "Billy Sterling, in `The One'. I was wasted
the next day. I had to stay up to 3.00 am to watch it. But
worth it? Oh man. You were one hot kid."

Will shrugged dispassionately. It was impossible to do
otherwise. It was always disconcerting when someone brought
up his past. `The One' was B-movie sci-fi, bad sets and
aliens from outer space. He was half human, half robot, the
offspring of a scientist with delusions of dominating the
universe. He had to wear a metallic costume and silver paint
on his face for the best part of a month. Even his voice was
given a metallic sound. He got the role by sleeping with the
actor who played the scientist.

"It's a pity little Billy grew up." Eddie chuckled. "You had
a nice bulge too. I taped it for you, Em. I'm glad I did now.
I had my secretary search out a video copy, but she couldn't
find one anywhere," he added.

"That's because Billy bought them all," Emmett joked.

Will smiled ambiguously. Changed the topic, not far, but far
enough that he wasn't the subject.

"Hey Connor, that was some great acting on last week's
episode. I loved how you did the dinner scene with Kate."

Connor beamed. Compliments always worked, especially when a
boy deserved them. Knowing that Will had made the effort to
watch his show on a regular basis was an added bonus. Still
smiling, he went back to talking with Draven about how to win
at the Hobbit. If Connor wasn't working on the set, sucking
cock, or doing his homework, he was on PlayStation.

Dyani, still in a state of shock, shuffled over to join in
the discussion about cheats and tricks to outwit the
machine. He seemed to be out of his depth.

"That face. Oh man! Will's new boy is off the scale. Wow is
he cute," Emmett whispered his first impressions.

"He's a doll all right. Where did you find him?" Eddie asked
Will quietly.

"Indianapolis. My cutie net spreads wide and deep," Will
answered. "Actually, to tell the truth, he found me. He and
his mom turned up in my office this morning. They're in L.A.
for the summer."

"No way. The summer? That's all?"

"Yeah. I have to move fast, Emmett. Do either of you have
anything in the works? I need to get him lined up a-sap."

Eddie did, of course, but Draven was going to do the only kid
role. Perfect for it too. Blond hair, blue-eyed, seemingly
innocent, but an angel of death. Emmett had plans for an
adaptation of an American classic starting in June, with a
part written in, extra lines and a   near naked scene, all
especially for Connor if 'things worked out'. Will expected
as much. At that time of the year, most roles were filled and
shooting was either underway or in the works. Summer time was
busy. They would let him know if they heard of anything.

"What's his mother like?"

It was a leading question for those who knew to ask it. Get
right to the point. No beating around the bushes when it came
to boys.

"Very cool, Emmett. She told me she'll let him do whatever it
takes."

"Then, I'll write in a part for him as well," Emmett joked.
He left the obvious implication unstated.

Will laughed. "Not for a few minutes on screen, you won't!"

Will explained a little of Dyani's background and touched
lightly on what he had found out during the morning's
meeting. They were impressed. A pretty face, a willing body,
and the kid could act as well. He didn't mention the `gay'
thing, or the `teenie weenie' thing. They could see that for
themselves. The boys meandered off.



Will kept an eye on the boys. His boys. Dyani, no longer
awkward in silence, appeared to be fitting in nicely. That
was Draven's doing. A born extrovert. The tyke could turn the
charm on, so could Connor if he put his mind to it. It was
almost a pre-requisite. There was always a common threat
among pre-teen boys, actors or not, all the down to Connor's
age. If it wasn't PlayStation and Xbox, it was the ubiquitous
Gameboy that appeared in their hands whenever there was a
spare moment on the set. If they weren't playing games, then
they were comparing techniques on how to win. Who needed
social skills at ten years old, anyway?



Will tuned in to the discussion that picked up between Emmett
and his brother about screen writers. They were an entirely
different breed. He'd met a few who he liked, but most of
them went around with a big chip on their shoulders. They
truly believed that they deserved the lion's share of the
credit for a movie's success. It was all in the script,
according to them. Of course, the failures, or even neutral
ratings were never their fault.



"Whoa! Naked boy on the port bow," Eddie shouted.

Will swiveled around to see a blur as Kyle came running past.
He wasn't sure if it was port or starboard. He got a glimpse
of a small brown butt, nothing more. Trust Kyle to be the
first boy to get bare. Always the show off. He'd probably be
the first to get off too, if past performance was anything to
go by. After a dozen paces of running along the edge of the
pool, Kyle stopped and pirouetted around. Posing, showing
himself off where the effect was strongest, where everyone
could see him and there was nothing to block the view. Trust
Kyle to break the rule about scaring off a new kid by
stripping off too soon.

Will saw boy-dick, half-hanging down, that somewhat
elongated state that happens when a boy is on the way to full
erection, but still got more than half of it to go. Big boy-
dick to be sure, but a long way from being man-sized.
Noticeably bigger than when Will last saw it. It had been a
few months, maybe as much as six. That long? He had to smile.
Well, there had been Draven getting in the way. Kyle's
pleasure organ was easily four inches now, so it would be
over five inches when he was stiff. Uncut, but his foreskin
had never been that long, so now it barely covered the head.
Big balls too. Big dangling balls. About the size of pigeon
eggs. Still smooth, but getting very close to having hair, if
he didn't already have a few stragglers. He should have been
popping pills for the last year or two. Too late now. His
Hollywood career was over. He just didn't know it.



"He shaves," Emmett confides.

"Huh?" Will turned around.

"How did Be-be tell us last week?" Eddie confirmed with a
smirk. "Kyle shaves off his hair," he added, mocking
Draven's sing-song boy-voice.

Will laughed. "He's not jealous, is he?"

"God, I hope not. The last thing I want to see is hair on
that boy!" Eddie exclaimed.

"I must say he's filled out rather nicely, though," Emmett
said with admiration. "He's turning into quite a stud, isn't
he?"

Will had observed development as well. The little boy look
was gone for good. Kyle was well on his way to being a
teenager. Well, he was twelve, after all. He looked very fit.
Muscular, so he'd probably been working out. Some boys even
took steroids to improve the young-male physique, hoping to
appeal to girls older than teenyboppers. It wasn't
surprising. Not really. Just about every movie brat became
obsessed with his appearance, to the delight of the middle-
aged perverts who haunted their fan clubs. Their bare-
chested photos in the teen-magazines provided jack-off
material to tens of thousands.

Kyle did a back flip. Nicely executed. Cleaving the water
like a spear, then frog-swimming though the water. His brown
lean body very visible to anyone standing above, looking
down into the crystal blue water. He had a small firm butt,
still inviting despite how often it had been used over the
last three years. Still sexy, but Will liked younger boys.
Without thinking, he turned around to see what Dyani was
doing. He was watching the pool too, mesmerized. Kyle's face
was unforgettable. He had a fan club of a hundred thousand
girls to prove it. All of them would have thought they'd died
and gone to heaven for the chance to see him naked. Bare-
assed, brazen, naked boy. He'd been in a half-dozen movies.
Bit parts some of them, but not all of them. He'd achieved
success and there was nearly enough money in his Coogan
account to get him through. Just one more big movie and he'd
be set for life.

Kyle emerged from his underwater world very close to Will. He
heaved his head and shoulders out of the water. He grinned,
water streaming down his face, shaking his head.

"Hi ya Sil."

"Hi Kyle." Will smiled, still admiring.

It was impossible not to be entranced by the young Adonis. He
licked his lips, letting Kyle know he was still of interest.
A lot of interest. Enough interest to want to fuck him if he
got the chance. Big ego or not, it never hurt to tell a boy
he was sexually desirable.

"Did you hear anything back on the Cajun movie yet?" Will
asked to get his mind off what he was thinking.

"Yeah. They want me in New Orleans next week. They're doing
screens on location."

"Really?" That was unusual. It was expensive too. No point to
it because a stage set usually could be constructed on a back
lot for a fraction of the cost.

"Yeah, they want me to meet the author." Kyle smirked. Enough
said.

"Good job, Kyle." Will grinned.

So Kyle had his big movie after all. He'd earned it,
regularly slept with at least two men to get it. And now
there was a third man, the author of the original book,
getting into the act. It didn't seem to bother Kyle. Probably
looking forward to it, knowing what that boy enjoyed most of
all.  It was amusing really, just to think about it. African
American college professor fucking Kyle. Big guy, ex-
football player, probably hung like a horse, and Kyle
underneath with his knees pushed all the way to his ears.

Will had seen the script for the so-called Cajun movie. It
wasn't Kyle, at least not with a major make-over. The blond
hair would have to go. He'd probably have to lose twenty
pounds, maybe more so he could look like a swamp kid. If they
wanted the waif look they should have picked someone else.
They picked Kyle because he fucked with anyone who wanted
him. Sometimes it paid to be a whore.

"You're really growing up, more in some places than others,
aren't you?" Will remarked with a smirk.

"Yeah, I am aren't I?" Kyle looked down deliberately,
checking himself out, then back up. "Mom said she'd call you
about it, Sil. Next week sometime," he added.

Then, laughing, because Kyle never had a care in the world,
he sprang back from the pool wall and executed a half-dozen
backstroke pulls to get himself to the opposite side of the
pool. Will shrugged, thinking that Mom was two years too
late. He ambled along the side of the pool, keeping an eye on
Dyani, Connor and Draven. They seemed to be having fun with
Luis, one of the boys from the Freestyle Agency. Luis was
Gary's date. Brown-skinned, black-haired Luis, and his boys
playing table tennis. Lots of energy. Skill too.
Surprisingly agile Dyani was holding his own with Connor as
his team mate, and from the sound of it, winning into the
bargain.

Will took advantage of the table tennis game that was keeping
Luis occupied and went looking for Gary with the goal of
trying to get the delivery date for Dyani's portfolio pushed
up. He saw Gary making his way over to the love birds.
Everyone called them that. The love birds were Aaron Brown,
once Bronowski, and eleven-year-old Joey Carpenter. The most
successful of all of his clients, at least in recent memory.
His Joey, although it had been nearly two years since he'd
touched the boy. Never fucked him. Never got the chance.
Sucked him once or twice, but that was when Joey was starting
out, before he met up with Aaron. The only movies that Aaron
produced nowadays had a part designated `Joey'. That was
commitment! In every sense of the word, Joey was Aaron's
'boy'.



It was dark, 9.30 or 10 pm when Will noticed that every boy
was in the pool. Dyani too. He must have escaped Will's
attentive gaze just long enough to sneak his clothes off and
get in the water. Will shrugged, silently admonishing
himself for his lack of attention. He'd been looking forward
to seeing his angel take those first tentative steps to
depravity by going skinny dipping with eight other boys.
Nine boys, all naked, rough housing, sharks and minnows,
diving underwater, splashing, grab-fighting, porpoising,
shrieking with delight. It made a man feel young again just
to watch them having fun.

When the boys started doing cannonballs, Will's interested
perked up even more. He approached so close to the action in
the pool that he risked getting wet. Finally, after waiting
for nearly ten minutes, he saw what he was waiting for. He
didn't see very much. Just a glimpse as Dyani climbed out of
the pool, stopped and stared, almost stunned for a second or
two like he was shocked, not doing anything except looking
right at Will, who stared back, or rather, stared down. It
was small, just like his mother said it would be, but it was
definitely interesting. It was boy-dick, even if it was a
`teenie weenie'. Will loved boy-dick so much that size was
all but trivial.

That first glimpse would last forever. Unforgettable. It was
a nubbin really, but it was still the essence of boy. It was
not much more than a little domed head peeking out below
Dyani's taut flat belly. It crowned his rounded pubis like a
nipple crowns a breast, with a prominent dimple to mark the
junction. It was hard to see more. Underneath, what looked
like a tiny, flattened, wrinkled ball sac. Almost nothing.
Of course, the cold water was responsible. Had to be the cold
water for it to shrivel up like that.

Will had barely time to realize what he was looking at before
the kid giggled and spun around. With a loud yell that
sounded like `banzai', Dyani leaped back into the water. His
arms and legs pulled back at the apogee, forming his body
into a compact little cannonball. He made a splash that was
lot smaller than every boy except Connor. After that one
exhibition, which Will managed to convince himself was
entirely for his benefit, Dyani stayed in the water, usually
well away from the pool lights.



Cheated. That was what Will thought about that night, in more
ways than the obvious one. It was more than `getting the
short end of the stick', Dyani had been cheated. Every other
boy in water had a bigger dick. Even Connor, and he was
eight. Will wanted to believe it was chilled from the water,
but the cold affected all of the boys, not just Dyani. He
spent a lot of time trying to get a second glance, but every
time Dyani caught his eyes, he flipped and swam away, usually
under water. Will enjoyed seeing his butt before it
disappeared. Beautiful bare boy-butt. Twin ivory globes.
Nicely rounded, small, delicious, inviting. It almost
compensated for what was missing in front.

"He's quite a cutie!" Aaron remarked candidly.

Will nodded thoughtfully. Aaron had good taste when it came
to boys. He had heard much the same thing all night. `Dyani
was a doll'. `What a sweetie'. `Drop-dead gorgeous boy'. And
`I could fuck him in a flash'. Will agreed with all of them,
especially the last. Dyani was sexy. Ten years old and he
radiated desirability like a high class whore and he
probably didn't mean to. Or did he? Impossible to tell. It
was the eyes, the mouth, the way he tilted his head. He was
too good looking for his own good. If Will wasn't there to
watch over him, one of the other men would have made a play
for him within the first hour. Easy catch? Will wanted to
think otherwise, but he knew better than that.

"He'll do," Will replied after a moment.

"He'll do?" Aaron chuckled. "That's the understatement of
the year."

"Not much in front," Will explained with a grin.

"You noticed?" Gary teased, his intonation making the joke.

Aaron's chuckle turned into a laugh. "Yeah, I noticed too.
It's hard not to. He's pretty tiny for his age."

 "I expect it's partly because of the water," Will suggested,
sounding hopeful, yet knowing otherwise. "But any way you
cut it, I'd say he's got still the smallest one here
tonight."

"There's nothing wrong with a boy being a bit small in the
dick department," Aaron said. "It makes him look like young
Carl. Remember him?"

Will nodded. Carl was a dozen years ago and still
unforgettable. He didn't start puberty until he was nearly
fifteen, and that was before the Melatonin craze. There was
supposed to be something wrong with his balls, something
that he needed testosterone for. Once the injections
started, Carl grew up fast.

"Yeah. There's nothing wrong with little ones, that's for
sure, but it was bugging him on the way here," he admitted.

"Yeah, I expect it does," Aaron agreed.

Will watched Dyani swim the long length of the pool. He was
pursued by Kyle who had just been splashed by Connor.
However, Connor was already out of the pool and scampering
over the grass, shrieking in glee. Dyani was actually
pulling away. Sleek. Slim. Arms pulling cleanly through the
water. Feet kicking hard. Rotary breathing. Eventually, Kyle
gave up. By then, Dyani had reached the other end and was
climbing out. He stood up. Naked, dripping water. Laughing.
His dick was a dot. He was too far away for it to be more
than that. A moment later, he dived back in. With a few
strong pulls he swam right underneath Kyle and re-emerged on
his other side. Kyle splashed water on him. Then, the two of
them went off to get Connor. It was a game whose only rule
was to have fun.

"He's a good swimmer," Aaron said. "He could give me
lessons."

"The kind of lessons he could give me, I wouldn't want to
talk about in public," Gary joked.

"I know what you mean, only I think you'd be the one giving
the lessons for a while," Aaron rejoined. "Still, you never
know. It's often the shy boys who come onto you  the
fastest."

Both of them glanced at Will, not asking the obvious
question. Will shrugged and smiled. Every man there accepted
that as Dyani's agent, he had a certain responsibility. The
first course was his, as a matter of course. He was looking
forward to it too. The problem was that he wasn't looking
forward to what happened afterwards.

"Isn't that the truth?" Gary commented.

"He might not have much between his legs, but what he has
elsewhere will be worth whatever it takes to get him into
bed," Aaron admitted.

"Meaning his butt," Gary added. "Boy-butt from heaven on
that one. I wouldn't mind getting into it, that's for sure.
It looks tight enough to hurt."

"Best pain there is," Aaron joked. "Nothing quite like boy-
sphincter, virgin or otherwise. He sure is good looking."

"To the max," Gary agreed.

"With a face like his it shouldn't be too hard to get him
signed up," Aaron said to Will.

"I'm working on it. I've got the rest of the summer to get
something lined up."

"You're looking for movies or series?" Aaron asked.

"Movies mostly, but we'll look at whatever comes along."

"Hm,.... Have you spoken to Saturn? They're doing a lot of
made-for-TV movies. Some of it's not too bad," Aaron
suggested.

"Assuming you can pick the director," Gary interjected, the
implication so obvious that it needed no further comment.

"There isn't a lot around at this time of year, that's for
sure. Every movie is either in production or getting set up,"
Will said. "All the good parts were lines up months ago so
I'm scraping the bottom of the barrel to find something
worthwhile. It's even worse with this p-c approach."

"That's the problem all right. What we need is our own made-
for-boys TV series to keep them busy between movies," Aaron
suggested lightheartedly.

Everyone laughed. It was obvious what Aaron had in mind. The
last thing that he would want to do was to share Joey
Carpenter with other men, but the alternative was to slow-
track his career, which certainly wasn't in his best
interest.

"You know, I've always wondered why we didn't do something
like that," Will acknowledged.



 As the night progressed, Will found himself smiling again
and again about what he had seen, or rather, what he had
barely seen. Not that it was funny. It wasn't. It was amusing
only because what he observed between Dyani's slender legs
was so different to the boy-dicks he had seen before. He
couldn't stop thinking about it. He searched his memory,
trying to recollect what he had seen in that momentary
glance. Mostly an exposed miniature cock head, so that meant
that Dyani was circumcised. Cut or uncut, Will didn't mind.
There were advantages either way. What he did see was a
ruffled, noticeably bigger than normal collar surrounding
the little knob. That, and how it seemed to fold into a
pronounced dimple. Without the frill, the head would have
been contiguous with Dyani's rounded pubis. By then, Will
was no longer certain what was his imagination and what he
had actually observed. The dimpled ridge where Dyani's dick
was attached to his body, almost suggested that the rest of
it was hiding inside. It was the only place where it could
be. No boy's dick was ever that tiny, yet there was something
exciting about it being so small.



After the boys' antics in the pool ended, the night passed
quickly. As soon as they got out of the water they wrapped
towels around their waists, all but delighting in hiding
themselves from the men who wanted to see them. Tiny nipples
pointing out. Wet straggly hair. Stood around and ate hot-
dogs. Drank kiddy cocktails.

Then, somewhere between ten and eleven o'clock, people began
to disappear into the darkness in pairs. A man and a boy,
walking, sometimes holding hands, usually talking, giggling
together, going off to find somewhere away from prying eyes,
somewhere for them to be alone. Not Will. Dyani got dressed
again. There was no need for them to wander off into the
garden, or across the lawn, not when all Dyani wanted to do
was talk about who was who, sucking up his first dose of
Hollywood fame, wishing it was him, not really believing it
was really possible. It was almost as if he was too
embarrassed to talk about anything else.