Date: Mon, 22 Mar 2004 11:52:13 -0800 (PST)
From: Ganymede
Subject: Movie Brat Chapter 5

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Movie Brat, by Ganymede



Chapter Five.



"... It's coming up to the midnight show for all you hot-
blooded guys. Who's ready for romance? Mix-it-up radio at
106.5 at the top of your dial. This is the man. Keep it tuned
in, Hollywood babes. This is your rage. We're playing non-
stop music for lovers right through to the top of the
hour...."



Down from the hill on that winding long road. Not driving
fast. The Ferrari crawled along, speed exchanged for caution
because Will was on the wrong side of the sober line. Halogen
beams cutting into the night like lasers with a brilliant
halo. Shifting gears about a third of the number of times of
the ascent. Mostly in third gear but it was still good for
well over a 100 mph. Driveways appearing out of nowhere.
Walls of stone and brick, endless hedges because people with
that much money valued privacy even if most of them didn't
need it.

 It was always shorter coming down than going up. Dyani
yawning. Sleepy. Dressed again with his shirt buttoned up.
Waiting until the worst of the bends were behind him before
talking.



"Did you have a good time, Babe?"

He was a babe. Boy-babe. Babe in the woods. Innocent, but
starting to learn. Curious. Observant. He hadn't missed much
at the party. He'd seen Connor and Emmett in the shadows,
arms locked around each other, French-kissing. Will waited.
Dyani was slow to respond.

"Yeah. It was fun."

Yawning. Smiling. Thinking back. Fun in the pool, even being
naked with seven other boys, skinny dipping for the first
time in his life. Seeing other boys with men. He didn't feel
so worried about what he had done with Travis.

"Met some cool guys, huh?"

Dyani barely nodded. He had a lot to think about. All those
celebrities. Talking to boys who he'd seen in movie
theaters, on television, who his school friends talked about
like they were something special. Playing with them,
swimming, telling jokes, laughing together like they were
good friends. Then, just as he was beginning to think that
they were friends, Draven had abandoned him. Dyani watched
him going off with Eddie. So had Connor, giggling like a
girl, holding Emmett's hand, tugging on it energetically. He
didn't know what to think. All he had were questions. Lots of
questions.

"So how did it go, Movie Brat?"

Although Dyani didn't smile, he liked being called that.
Movie Brat, as if he really was one. He wanted to be like
Draven, or Connor, Kyle, Joey... It was everything that he
ever wanted.

 "Huh?" he muttered.

"Did anyone make fun of you?"

"No." Dyani smiled slightly. If the other boys had noticed
his baby-dick, they hadn't said so. How could they not
notice? It was so not big like theirs.

"I told you they wouldn't care," Will remarked. He breathed a
silent sigh of relief.

"Yeah."

There was no hiding that he'd been worried. When Draven
suggested that they go in the pool he had come very close to
saying no. Even giving some thought to lying about it, that
he couldn't swim or some such thing. But Connor, with the
inhibition of a shameless eight year old, had dropped his
clothes right where he stood and, with his little boy-dick
bouncing up and down, he jumped in. Dyani followed Draven's
lead, getting undressed in record time. He made it into the
pool unnoticed, too. He didn't even have to put his hand over
his groin. Cool, refreshing, invigorating. It didn't matter
to any of them that men were watching them. Boys being boys.
So much fun with all those naked boys. He realized that Will
was watching him, trying to catch a glimpse. He amused
himself by keeping just far enough away.

Then, when they were doing cannonballs, Will finally saw him
up close. He hadn't planned it that way. He wouldn't forget
how Will had stared at him for a long time. It made him feel
like he was something special. Being naked had been easy
after that.

"Dicks, big or small, they're all the same when you get down
to it," Will announced. "It's nothing more than something to
pee through and use for sex."

Dyani giggled. His father never talked like that. The only
time he mentioned sex was when he was answered Dyani's
question a year earlier about how babies were made.

"Maybe, but it doesn't stop some people from making fun of
mine."

"It's wrong to make fun of a guy's dick," Will responded.

"Tell that to Travis," Dyani said resentfully.

"He made fun of you?" Will asked in disbelief.

"He said it was too small to do anything with except suck
it."

"It sounds like a good excuse to me to get his mouth on your
dick." Will nearly laughed. "Myself, I think small is
beautiful, especially on a boy."

"I guess."

He was not convinced, but it made him feel better. He had
liked Travis up till when he said that. He probably had not
been trying to hurt his feelings. It just slipped out, but it
still hurt.

Dyani glanced back over his shoulder, looking back up the
hill where they'd come from. They had been the first to leave
because there was no point in staying when every one except
Aaron and Joey had disappeared from sight, and even they were
holding hands. He'd seen things happen during the last hour
or so that left him anxious. By accident, on his way back
from changing into his clothes, he'd come across Connor
making out with Emmett. Little red-headed Connor standing on
the tips of his toes while the man bent down to reach his
lips. Huge hairy hands on Connor's little bare butt,
kneading boy-flesh, pulling at the cheeks, pushing a least
one of his fingers if not inside the hole then back and forth
the crack. If that wasn't enough, a minute or two later he'd
witnessed Gary trying to get under a hand under Luis' towel.
Luis was giggling and carrying on, and then he unfastened the
corner of his towel and let it fall away. He ran off into the
night, naked and laughing with Gary in hot pursuit. And there
were others too, doing things that made him shiver, gave him
the same unsettling thrill that he first discovered with
Travis.

Dyani didn't know where to start. Will did.

"I'm sort of glad that we left early. I have a full day
tomorrow. I'll tell you one thing. There's going to be some
sleepy boys on the set tomorrow," Will remarked innocuously.

"Yeah, I suppose."

"You're the lucky one, Babe. You get to sleep in."

"Yeah."

"Something bugging you?"

"Um,... no, not really."

"It got a bit on the wild side at the end, didn't it?" Will
added. Waiting.

So that was the wild side? "Yeah."

"Anything you want to talk about, Movie Brat?"

"Not really."

"Hey, Babe?" Will hesitated, waiting, just in case. It would
be better if Dyani brought it up. "I'm available to talk, if
you want. It's all included in the fee."

"Okay." Dyani took a slow deep breath. There were some things
he didn't want to ask his mother. "Sil,...Some of the boys,
tonight,... they did stuff."

He almost mentioned what he'd seen Draven doing with Eddie,
but held back because it really was none of his business.
Draven, only a year older than he was, kneeling down in front
of the man, towering above him, small hands reaching out and
opening his zipper. Dyani didn't see more than that but only
because Draven's head was in the way.

"Yeah, I know. It's nothing more than what you did with
Travis, you know?"

"I suppose. But,... well,... they're famous."

"So, they're just boys like you," Will explained with a grin.
"They like having fun. Show me a boy who doesn't get horny
once in a while."

Dyani considered that for a while. "I guess," he murmured
reluctantly. Too much distress to think about it for more
than seconds.

"Hey, I have a question for you," Will began.

"Yeah."

"Was Travis the first guy you messed around with?" Will asked
guardedly.

Dyani glanced up and caught Will's eyes. He smiled before he
looked away again.

"Ah." Gotcha! Will chuckled. "Let me guess. You did it with a
boy right?"

It was the likely choice. Most boys started off having sex
with their friends.

"Yeah."

"So who was it?"

"The kid across the road." Grumpy voice, almost resentful.

"Does your mom know?"

"Hell no." Dyani smirked after a moment. "And don't you tell
her, Sil!"

"I won't. It'll be our secret. The same as tonight, right?"

"Right."

"So, what's he like."

"He's okay."

Like pulling teeth again, dragging it out a few words at a
time.

"How old is he?"

"Fourteen. He's just turned fourteen. He was about twelve
when we,..." Dyani smirked. He raised his eyebrows. He wasn't
about to finish that, no matter what.

Will nodded. Thinking. A twelve-year-old boy with a eight-
year-old boy, maybe even seven years old? A boy had to start
some time. Sooner rather that later was usually better.  But
a fourteen-year-old adolescent having sex with a just-ten-
year-old boy. He was old enough to know what he was doing.
Old enough to go all the way. Big enough to make a
difference. Will got hard in an instant.

"I bet you guys had some good times," Will said suggestively.

He looked sideways. Dyani was thinking, remembering
probably, replaying the things that he'd enjoyed doing with
his friend from across the street.

"Yeah, we did. For a while anyway. Then,... It was,... okay,...
Sil, until,... Well now he's got a dumb girlfriend see... So,
well I guess like I'm not good enough for him."

There was more than mere rejection at work, although being
put aside for the opposite sex obviously hurt him. So much
was at stake, even if he didn't quite know what it was.
Bonding again, perhaps. Sharing secrets that had never
shared. Something in Dyani's tone. He had been very close to
the boy from across the street. Anguish at breaking up.

"Did he make fun of you too?" Will asked tenderly.

Dyani twitched as soon as Will spoke. The size of his dick
was apparently a very sensitive issue. The price to be paid
for lacking what made a manly male in his arena.

"Yeah. Sometimes. Especially now that she's always hanging
around him."

"Too bad."

Will brought the car to a slow stop at the bottom of the
hill. Turning left onto Sunset Boulevard would take him
towards his office and his home in Brentwood Hills. As he
waited for the lights to change to green, he fantasized about
taking Dyani to his home, to his bedroom, spending the night
with him. Having sex. Playing with the teenie weenie until it
became hard. How much bigger? Another inch? However, it was
too soon. Way too soon. His cock was as hard as steel.
Aching. It was bulging out, uncomfortably caught between his
briefs and trousers. He didn't dare touch it, not with Dyani
sitting so very close and liable to turn his head at any
moment. They crossed Sunset, heading back to the Holiday
Inn.

"Sil?"

That voice was like a dream, conveying sweet tones of lust to
Will's ears. Who needed women? Certainly not for company. He
could listen to a boy's voice until the day he died. Whatever
Dyani wanted, he would get.

"Yeah, Babe."

"Draven has sex with Eddie, doesn't he?" Dyani asked after a
while.

"Well, I don't know for sure, but yeah, I expect so."

"Why?"

"Why do you think?"

"Because he wants a part in Eddie's new movie," Dyani said
with a sullen look. He didn't like to say it, even if it was
true.

"Does that bother you?" Will asked slyly.

Dyani thought about it. "Yeah. It bothers me, I guess."

"Because if it does, you and your mom might as well pack your
bags and go back to Indianapolis tomorrow. This is
Hollywood. If you want to be in the movies, then you have to
play by the rules."

"I know. I already told Mom I would. It's cool, Sil."

It was hard to tell if Dyani was convinced or not. Saying and
doing were two different things. Walk the walk and talk the
talk, Hollywood style, meant putting out, even for a kid.
Especially for a kid, because kids were desirable. Boy or
girl, it made no difference. It always came down to them
having sex with men. Doing what had to be done, and hopefully
enjoying it as well.

"You did it with Travis," Will reminded him.

He found himself hoping Dyani wasn't having second thoughts,
because every man who was at the party thought the kid was
hot. Hot with a capital `H'. Hot, horny boy. A boy who was
ripe for the picking. Movie star cute. It was simply a matter
of finding the right part for Dyani, the right man. Getting
him ready. Playing his cards carefully.

"I know. It's just,... I don't know, Sil."

"Don't tell me you didn't like doing it with Travis?" Will
asked boldly.

Dyani giggled. "I didn't say that."

"So what's the problemo, Babe?"

"Draven,..." he heaved a sigh. "He's so cool about everything.
He thinks it's fun,..."

"And?" Will prompted.

"He told me what guys do to him. I saw him, too... With that
Eddie guy. "

Will waited.

"He's so not worried he's gay."

"It's Hollywood, Dyani. Half the people here are gay. They
just keep a real low profile."

"That's kind of what Draven said, too. It doesn't matter what
you do, or who you do it with, just so long as no one knows.
He was talking about sex," he added, in case it wasn't
obvious.

"He's right about that," Will agreed.

"He doing it with Eddie,..."

Will smiled. He suspected as much from seeing Draven in
action, tuning on his boy-charm whenever he was around
Eddie. He didn't expect it to last much longer than it took
to get the part he wanted. Draven learned quickly. He knew
how to get whatever he wanted. He wasn't the sort of boy to
be interested in a long term commitment like Joey had with
Aaron Brown.

"He told you?"

"Yeah. I asked him."

"So?" Will asked.

Wondering how much Draven had told him? What had Dyani asked
him? He was obviously starting to become interested. It was
only to be expected. Dyani would have to be blind not to
realize that men found him sexually desirable.

Will relaxed, settling into the tedium of returning home
alone. Sneaking peeks at the slim sleepy kid in the seat next
to him. Dreamy. Thinking. Reflecting. Awfully sexy, even
with his little boy-tool. Especially with that.

Back to boy-talk again, pulling out those little gems of
sexual independence. Finding out what made Dyani tick,
because sooner or later he'd have to set the boy up with
someone else.

"So like what did you do with your buddy across the road?"

A couple of boys could get up to all sorts of tricks,
especially when one of them was a few years older than the
other. When one boy knew what to do and how to do it, he
quickly took on the role of teacher.

"Hm,..." A sly giggle. "The same stuff you did with Draven."

Nothing blatant about that. Not! A boy just being a boy.
Proud of his sexploits. That was what Will called them, the
games a boy played that involved his dick.

Dyani turned, meeting his eyes, smirked, all but saying, `I
know you fucked him'.

"Touche!" Will laughed.

How much had Draven told him? Everything? Still too innocent
to know everything, despite that brazen little `I know a
secret' smirk. Besides, Draven did what he was told. Unlike
Kyle, who did whoever and whatever he wanted to do. But the
way Dyani said it, so bold and brassy, as if he'd practiced
saying it a dozen times. It sent a raw thrill through Will
Sterling, right into his balls.

"Huh?" Dyani was trying his best not to laugh.

"Nothing." Time to change the topic not that he'd been taken
down by a ten year old. "So you still want to be in movies
after tonight?" Will asked apprehensively.

"Why wouldn't I?" Dyani asked without hesitating.

"No reason. You just sounded a bit like you weren't too happy
about what happened ton ight."

"What's not to like?" Dyani giggled. Looked away, obviously
amused.



Will pulled up in front of the Holiday Inn check-in area. It
was one of the advantages of owning a Ferrari 512. He could
park it just about anywhere and no one would complain. Having
it parked outside the hotel was good for business, even at
that time of night. The Ferrari conveyed class.

Only when he turned the engine off and got out of the car by
himself did he realize that Dyani was asleep. He walked
around to the other side, never taking his eyes off him. The
kid was getting to him. Dyani and his infectious giggle,
quirky smile and anxious twitch. His head rested on the side
of the seat. Dark, nearly black hair, disheveled, tousled
against the butter-smooth leather. Translucent eyelids shut
down for the night. Delicious, kissable lips, barely closed.
Just begging to be kissed.

Will opened the car door and squatted down with the intention
of undoing the seat belt. Up close, just inches away, the
boy's true beauty stole his breath. He was infatuated. No
other word for it. Silently admiring. Trying to take it all
in. Perfect lips. Thin eyebrows. Delicate long eyelashes.
Pretty boy. Dyani wasn't effeminate but with his too-pretty-
for-a-boy face he'd probably never get a macho role. They'd
save him for the angelic boy roles, or character-parts that
involved unspeakable evil.

Will hesitated after the seat belt was unfastened. Squatting
there, with the open car door shielding him from sight. His
hand lingered above Dyani's middle, remembering what he had
seen earlier in the evening. And of course, the realization
that the only thing separating flesh from flesh was the thin
cotton slacks. Not even under wear. His hand trembled.
Trembled with pent-up desire. It didn't matter how many boy
dicks he caressed, he always had the same overpowering need
to touch another.

His fingers stroked across the boy's exposed belly, pushing
the silk shirt away, grazing the soft warm of Dyani's smooth
skin. He breathed out hard, swallowed, realized the pounding
of his heart. His fingers reached the waistband, crept onto
the cloth, still heading lower. He could feel the zipper
underneath the cloth. It would be so easy to undo it. Just
one or two little tugs and the front of Dyani's pants would
be open. Instead, his hand continued down. The warmth
steadily increased. Then suddenly, Will realized what his
finger tips were touching. Distinctly rounded, firm, yet
squishy. Boy dick. Just the head of it of course. He stoked
gently back and forth. Under the cloth, it offered very
little to actually feel. Dyani's delicate, diminutive dick.
Oh, alliteration. Oh, such homage to a boy. Will couldn't
take his hand away. He captured the tender little nubbin
between his fingers and squeezed gently, barely exerting any
pressure. Precious morsel of boyhood. Boy dick. It started
to get hard.

At first Will didn't realize. He could not see it after all,
and what he could feel with his fingers was masked by the
cloth of Dyani's clothes. It swelled to the extent that it
was noticeable, became a little harder, started to extend
outward. Suddenly, the firmness of stiff boy-flesh was
pointing up between his massaging fingers. Will realized
what he had done. How long had it taken? Only seconds.

Dyani stirred, sleepily opening his eyes. Will's hand
disappeared.

"Where am I?"

"You're back at the Holiday Inn," Will said nervously.

"We're here already?"

Why did he feel as if he had taken unfair advantage of the
boy. Guiltily, Will stood up and extended a hand to help
Dyani out of the car. Then, after closing the door, Will put
his arm around Dyani's slender shoulders and guided the
sleepy boy to the front door. Across the foyer, into the
glass-roofed atrium. Making sure he didn't stumble. A brief
nod to the desk clerk. To anyone, just a father taking a
sleepy son up to bed.

Fortunately, Will remembered the number of the suite. Room
514. An elevator was already waiting with the door open. One
side was glass, looking out into a sparse atrium and a
darkened swimming pool. Not much privacy, but at that time of
night there was no one around to see. Inside, he continued to
hold Dyani while he pushed a button for floor five.

Dyani yawned, his hand holding onto to Will's arm, his head
pressing into Will's chest. The door closed. It began to
ascend with hydraulic sluggishness. A foot at a time. All the
way up to the fifth and final floor.

 "Mmmm,...." Dyani's head rocked against Will's chest.
Nuzzling. Rubbing at his chest. Will smelled his hair. The
pungent odor of chlorine. "I thought,..." Another yawn. "We
were,..." Yawn. "Going back... To your place...."

"Where on earth did you get that idea?" Will articulated what
he was thinking, interesting though the idea was.

"Kyle,... he said,..." Yawn. "You always took boys home,..." he
sighed drowsily. "After a party... And Mom said you might
too."

Will caressed Dyani's hair, allowing his fingers to slide
down onto a small ear.

"Why would she say that?"

"So you can get to know me better," he repeated. "Kyle said
you would want to make out with me." Dyani giggled, faded
into a tired yawn.

Will's heart was well beyond the pitter patter stage. The
shameful truth from the mouths of babes. His fingers eased
onto to Dyani's silky-smooth cheek, not daring to believe
what he was about to do. One finger under that little
prominent clefted chin, lifting up. Seeing Dyani's dark sexy
eyes fluttering. Sending out boy-signals.

"You're a beautiful boy, Dyani Deere," he whispered.

The elevator was moving slowly, but if he was going to do
something, it would have to be quickly. He leaned down and
kissed the top of Dyani's head, just to see what he would do.
Will wanted to see desire, but Dyani didn't move. Will did
the unthinkable. He kissed the boy's head again.

Dyani's head moved. Lifting up. Coming onto the tips of his
toes. Offering himself, seeking acceptance of his gift. A
small hand was suddenly on Will's shoulder. Holding him
steady. Looking into each other's eyes. Not knowing what to
do next, except follow intuition. Slowly bringing their
mouths together. Their lips brushed, then parted. Dyani gave
a nervous shiver. An anxious giggle. Pulled back a few
inches. Still so close. Will smiled reassuringly.
Fortunately, the atrium was empty.

"That was very nice, Dyani," Will whispered.

"Thanks for everything, Mr. Sterling," Dyani whispered back.
"I owe you so much."

"That's all I get? A thank you and a tiny little kiss," Will
teased.

Dyani giggled. "What else do you want, Sil?" he asked,
pretending innocence.

The elevator stopped. The door beeped a warning, then jerked
open. Still gazing at each other. Will, not understanding a
thing of what he felt, except the urge to fuck was stronger
than it had ever been. He couldn't stop looking down at the
boy before him. Bright eyes shining. Lips still pursed,
almost expectantly. Quivering with desire.

"We're here," Will announced weakly. "We better get out,
huh?"

"Unless you want to leave me here."

Will chuckled. "No. Something might happen to you, Babe. I
better take you right to the door. We don't want you getting
kidnapped or something."

"Okay." Nervous anxious giggle.

They started walking with an arm around each other, swaying
from side to side and all but colliding with the wall-papered
walls of the corridor. They had gone only a dozen paces or
less when they passed the vending area. All of a sudden, with
a slight sideways push, Will guided Dyani through the
doorway and into a small room occupied entirely by machines.
Ice rattled.

"What?"

Surprise! Surprise! Dyani was just a little shocked. Nothing
he couldn't deal with by himself. Realizing something was
about to happen because excitement was revealed in his
bright shining eyes. Staying close to Will. Will kept
smiling. Now face to face, with a man's hand poised on a
boy's small shoulder. Meeting eyes. Suddenly, that muddled
up mix of ten-year-old lust and innocence diverted Will's
enthusiasm. Too much too soon. He backed away, very aware of
how they had come to doing something improper.

" I won't be able to see you tomorrow, Babe," Will remarked.
"I have to be at Triton Pictures all day. I might even be
tied up on Friday as well. I'll give you a call before I
leave, though. I want your mom to pick up some special
clothes. I'll arrange to have Jean enroll you in a karate
class. Master Kim Sukiya's dojo. He's supposed to be the best
teacher in L.A.. It's only a block or two from here."

Dyani nodded uncomfortably.

Will chuckled. "Don't panic, Babe. You'll enjoy it. Besides,
you'll probably see Draven if you go there tomorrow
afternoon. He goes twice a week. Tuesday and Thursday from
4.00 through 6.00. So does Joey, by the way. It's something
of a movie brat hang out. You learn self defense and you
improve your overall coordination, plus it's great exercise
because once things get going you'll spend most of your day
sitting around on the set."

"Okay." Dyani grinned. "Hey, thanks, Sil."

"Thanks for the thank you,... but how about another one of
those kisses?"

The words were out before Will could stop them. He really had
not intended to make another pass at the boy after what had
happened in the elevator. Or had he?

Dyani smirked, raising his eyebrows teasingly.

"Yeah?" Will asked nervously. "So are you too embarrassed?"

"Draven said you were a pedo," Dyani giggled. "I thought he
was joking."

"Me?"

"Uh huh. You're a pedo."

Emphatic boy-voice, leaving no doubt that his mind was made
up. Not scared or resistant. Just telling the truth as he saw
it. A spade was a spade, however you saw it.

"I am so not a pedophile," Will joked. There was nothing
quite like boy-talk to communicate one's feelings, even if
he wasn't being honest. "It's just that boys are like my
thing, see."

Dyani smirked. "Hm,... So that's why you like me, isn't it?"

Will nodded.

"Which makes you a pedo then. Well, doesn't it?" Dyani was
enjoying himself.

"Does that bother you?"

"If it did, I wouldn't be in here with you."

Will barely managed not to laugh. "So Movie Brat, is it time
to say good night and go to bed, or what?"

"I thought,..." Dyani giggled, looking up,unleashing all the
charm of a ten-year-old boy. "You said you wanted another
kiss, didn't you?"

Will smiled and held out his arms. They came together in a
rush, Dyani lifting up onto his toes, his arms going around
Will's neck. Will's hands grasped the boy's slender hips,
lifting him even further, almost off the ground. Their lips
joined in a dry surge of passion, harder than the first time.
They stopped there, lips locked together. It was obvious
from what had happened in the elevator that Dyani hadn't
kissed anyone besides his mother. He didn't know what to do.
However, he knew how to hug. He hugged Will tightly, pressing
up against him.

Will did most, if not all of the kissing. Dyani's soft lips
moved against his as their heads swayed from side to side.
Dyani was inexperienced, yet very willing to experiment,
willing to be taught how to do it properly. Will's hands
followed the contour of the slim body, from his shoulders
down to his buttocks. He clasped the small cheeks, one per
hand, marveling at how firm they were. Nothing flabby on the
boy, not that he could feel. Only thin cotton separated hand
from cheek. It was smooth and rounded.

 Something about that boyish kiss, Dyani reaching up, the
tremble of excitement, whatever it was, it made his lust
reach fever pitch. Something snapped. Self-control vanished
in a flash of momentous desire. He pulled Dyani to him
urgently, ravishing his mouth, doing everything except the
one thing he wanted to do, which was to push his tongue
behind the boy's delicate lips, beyond his teeth. Rape his
mouth, or his ass. It made no difference. He just needed to
be inside. Dyani responded instinctively. He ground his
pelvis against Will's thigh. Entirely on impulse, Will moved
his right hand from Dyani's buttock to his prominent hip,
then slipped down between them, sliding over the sleek thin
linen of the boy's linen slacks. He easily found what he was
looking for. Grasped it between two fingers and a thumb, and
even that was overkill. It was an inch long. Maybe an inch
and a half. Almost as long as it was wide. Stubby little
thing. Pushing into Will's hand. Hard enough to dig holes in
his thigh. A little horny boy who was destined for the other
end because it was way too small to do any damage to a girl,
let alone get far enough into a boy's butt that his virginity
could be considered a thing of the past.

Finally, Dyani broke away. Grinning. Gasping. Eyes wide.
Face getting red. Embarrassed. Laughing as his hand swiftly
smeared over his mouth and wiped away Will's saliva that he'd
put there to make their lips slippery. The same hand suddenly
dropped to his crotch and felt around where Will's hand had
been a moment earlier.

"You made it hard," Dyani said accusingly.

"I didn't. You were hard before I touched it," Will scoffed.

"It got stiff when we were kissing," Dyani acknowledged in a
hushed tone.

"It usually does, Babe. It's supposed to do that unless it's
broken," Will remarked with amusement.

"Broken? How would it get broken?" Dyani asked seriously,
but only for a few seconds before he realized that Will was
joking. He grinned.

 "Actually, a lot of boys don't like kissing," Will added. He
winked at Dyani. "Like Kyle, for instance."

"Kyle? From the party?"

"Uh huh. He hates to kiss, wouldn't you know? He'll do
everything except that. But the boys who do like it, they
almost always get hard."

Dyani's smile fleeted, then he yawned.

"I guess I'd better get this cute little movie brat to his
room so he can go to bed."

Dyani nodded sleepily. Suddenly, all that had happened
during the day came together to take its toll on his energy
level. He literally drooped before Will's eyes. Will patted
his shoulder, kept his hand there, nudged Dyani forward, out
into the hall. Room 514. It was another four door down on the
right. They walked slowly, delaying the inevitable parting.
They stopped outside it. Dyani turning once again to face
Will, wondering why his heart was fluttering inside his
chest, why he couldn't stop blinking? Why he was almost
crying?

Those big dark eyes. Striking mysterious eyes, with shadowy
brows, like bruises almost the intensity of mascara. Tired
eyes, but still liquid pools of lust. Dyani smiled. He was
content to gaze at Will in silence. Reluctant to say goodbye
and go behind the door. Lost for words. Realizing his dream
was finally coming true.

"Your mom is probably wondering where you are, Babe."

Dyani shrugged ambivalently. "She doesn't expect me home to
midnight."

He didn't explain further. Despite what Dyani had said
earlier, Will still didn't believe that Cynthia had
anticipated that he would take her son to his place after the
party.

Dyani's head turned away, bringing his ear close to the door.
He put his finger to his lips and whispered, "You can hear
the TV inside."

Will lifted a hand, absently stroking the boy's soft cheek
with his thumb, bringing their eyes together again. Such a
beautiful face. Dark sensuous eyes. That powerful attracting
force existed despite his desire to be aloof. He was
confounded by his inability to stop what he was feeling.
Almost a minute passed while Dyani and Will looked at each
other, as if seeing each other for the very first time. Not
first impressions, or a final goodbye, but something else.
Really seeing, appreciating, discovering. Unremitting,
unforgiving, gaze.

"Goodnight sleepy boy," Will murmured.

He didn't want to say good bye. He wanted Dyani to stay, or
better yet to go home with him and share his bed. He allowed
himself a momentary fantasy, the dream of every man who loved
boys, of cleaving a small bottom with his cock. Going in deep
but very slowly, relishing the pressure, feeling the little
muscle fighting to stay tight, then giving up. Giving up
everything to him. Getting loose and sloppy. Sliding back
and forth. Dyani squeezing. Achieving ecstasy. He pushed the
thought away. In time. All it would take was time. Patience,
and he had to play his cards in the order they were dealt.

Dyani hummed, eyes fluttering, almost quivering with
excitement. Not understanding why. It took a few seconds
before he regained control of his emotions and shyly smiled.
"Thanks `Sil- For everything,... okay."

"No problemo, Babe," Will said. He leaned past Dyani to knock
on the door.

Cock aching with desire. Needing more. Always more. He could
never get enough. Not of b-o-y. Not this boy anyway. His hand
was trembling, wanting to grasp Dyani's dick again and hold
that part of him forever.

Only when his knuckles made contact with the surface the
second time did he realize something else. Dyani's lips were
pursed, puckered forward, waiting, head tilting back, eyes
already closed. He expected to be kissed again. Hurriedly,
Will pressed his lips to Dyani's, smooched him right there in
front of the door to suite 514. He pulled away just in time
and Dyani jumped back as the door opened behind him. Or maybe
not in time. Cynthia smiled.

"Hi, Honey. How was it?"

"It was great Mom," Dyani sighed.

Instinctively, his hand came up to his lips, still tasting
Will's kiss. This time, he didn't wipe the sensation away.
Instead, his fingers toyed with his lips, as if remembering
what it felt like to kiss someone else. His eyes flickered,
not tired, but in anticipation. Will smiled, moving to the
side so that Cynthia would not see the bulge in his trousers.

"So, did you had a good time, Dy?" Cynthia asked.

Dyani nodded. His eyes lifted up and attached themselves to
Will's gaze. Those eyes. Clear, dark, liquid. Showing the
way inside, revealing something.

"And there weren't any problems?" Cynthia asked pointedly.

This time, Will shook his head, just enough to quench her
thirst for information. He knew what she was after. He was
certain that the size of Dyani's dick would be a topic of
discussion the following morning. Poor kid. Dyani seemed not
to care. He shrugged without a care in the world.

"You wouldn't believe who was there, Mom. Everyone was like
so famous. Like there was Connor Hewer, from 'One Too Many',
and there was Draven Edison. He's the kid in that Mask movie
you liked so much, and he's going to do this really creepy
horror movie beginning next month. And there was Joey
Carpenter. We saw him in,..."

 Dyani yawned. Exhaustion overwhelmed him. Suddenly,
deflated. Within minutes he would be too tired to remember.

"... It was that movie you took me to on my birthday, Mom."
Yawning.

"Really?"

"He's been in a bunch of movies, Mom, and all because he
knows Mr. Brown. And I met Mr. Sinclair. He's a famous
director, and Emmett and Eddie Anders. They're both
producers. They're both like so incredibly rich. You should
have seen the house where the part was, Mom. It's on the top
of a mountain, like. The pool was like so enormous." Dyani
nodded soporifically. Almost too tired to talk. "And there
was,..." He yawned again, barely able to stand up by himself.
"I'm going to bed."

Cynthia laughed. She bustled him through the door, playfully
slapping his rounded buttocks as he went past her.

Dyani called out, "Goodnight Sil," before he disappeared
from sight.

" Don't forget to your teeth sweetie, and get straight into
bed," she called out after him. "Oh and there's a pill next
to your toothbrush. I want you to take it."

"Yes, Mom. I got it... It's down the hatch... Do I have to use
toothpaste?"

Cynthia smiled at Will and shook her head. "That boy needs
his butt whacked occasionally. After all the money I've
spent on orthodontia, and he asks if he has to use
toothpaste."


"That's hardly the way to talk about an up and coming
celebrity," Will joked good-humoredly .

Inside, his heart was beating fast. Night time pills were
probably Melatonin. The same pills that Draven took every
night, had been taking for months. Stopping puberty in its
tracks. It cost just two cents a day and it was perfectly
legal. Draven wasn't the only one. Kenny Carruthers had been
taking it for more than a year, and so had Joey Carpenter.

"I hope so, for his sake as much as mine," Cynthia agreed in
a rare moment of integrity. As she realized what she had
said, she added quickly, "It's all he's ever wanted."

So did ten thousand other boys Dyani's age, Will thought to
himself. A thousand other boys would compete for every
audition that Dyani would be eligible for. A thousand or more
boys. All of them very good looking. All of them with some
degree of acting ability, some with more experience than
Dyani. It was an uphill battle if you played by everyone
else's rules. Aching hard every time he thought about the boy
beside the pool. Naked. Teenie weenie. And in the vending
machine area. Not a lever like other boys had, but as hard as
little door knob.

"He'll make it, if he puts his mind to it. He's a very bright
boy," Will remarked.

"That's what his father says as well. He wants Dy to be a
doctor. I just wish he'd understand," she said with a loud
sigh. "Dy wants so badly to be an actor."

"Is there a problem?" Will asked cautiously.

"No, not really. At least I don't think so. I talked with him
for nearly an hour tonight, Mr. Sterling. Mostly because Dy
wasn't around to hear." Cynthia shrugged dispassionately.
"It didn't go very well. Sometimes I don't know why I married
him. I beginning to realize that he doesn't care if he hurts
me or Dyani."

She stepped past the door, drawing it behind her, but not
closing it. She lowered her voice even further, leaning
towards Will so he'd be able to hear. Clearly, she didn't
want her son to know what she was about to say.

 "Today, while I was out, I looked at an apartment." Cynthia
exhaled in frustration. "They wanted three thousand a month,
and it was terrible. Just terrible. Anyway, when I called my
husband tonight I asked him about sending some more money,
Mr. Sterling. He said he hadn't turned in the papers for the
second mortgage yet. I'm sure we can get one, because I spoke
to the bank right before we left Indianapolis. The thing
is,... before Jeff said he would get it done by the end of
this week, Mr. Sterling, but now,... well I think he doesn't
want to do it. Maybe he was just in a bad mood so I'm going
to call him again in the morning."

"Oh?"

"Of course, I know what the problem is. He's afraid the money
will be wasted, Mr. Sterling. He keeps talking about getting
an addition done to the house. We do need more space, and we
can add on in the back. We only have three bedrooms, and the
one that my daughter uses has to double as his study. It'd be
nice if Dy and his brother didn't have to share as well."
Cynthia shook her head and sighed. "He doesn't understand
anything at all about how Hollywood works. He kept asking me
what would happen if Dy doesn't get a contract and he has to
repay the loan from his salary. But the thing that really
bothers me is that I'm positive he doesn't want Dy to succeed
at this."

Will nodded thoughtfully. At least his erection had gone
down so he wasn't thinking with his dick. He rubbed his chin.
But what was he thinking? However, before he could stop
himself the words were out.

 "Call me after you talk with him again, Cynthia. If there's
still a problem, I'll see what I can do to help."

Before Cynthia could ask him what he meant, he said good
night and quickly walked to the elevator. What was he
thinking?