Date: Mon, 22 Mar 2004 11:52:13 -0800 (PST)
From: Ganymede
Subject: Movie Brat Chapter 6

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Movie Brat, by Ganymede



Chapter 6.



"... Here' he is, Stan tha' man, the dee-jay who knows the
fastest way across L.A. Playing all your favorites for the
evening show. Got some rad bad tunes to mix up the night.
It's 106.5 with the mix-it-up guy. We're starting off with a
song I haven't heard for at least a decade. It's Paul
Pederson. You remember him? From the Donna Weed Show? In case
you missed it, I'm doing the early 60s here,... It's `Lollipops
and Carnations' time..."



Paul Pederson? Of course, Will remembered him. The sexy,
lean-bodied boy who played Jeff. Hair as black as night. Face
like a god. Drool material for any man who loved boys. He was
wasted on the Donna Weed Show, but it was a better use of his
talents than where he started, on the Mickey Club. With one
good movie under his belt, he started going places.
Somewhere along the way he acquired Will Sterling as an
admirer, even though he was three years younger.

For the next few minutes while the music played, Will drove
much slower. Not that the Hummer could go so fast that he
needed to slow down at any time. The car he was driving was
the lumbering yellow `beast' . It was very different to his
nimble Ferrari `boy-car', yet it was almost as enticing to
young males. There was something about the ungainly, square
box that communicated masculinity, power, adventure, about
who was in charge of the road.

Will was content for the moment to sit back and listen to the
boy croon, the boy who was his first real crush in 1959. Will
didn't need to hurry home in the heavy Friday afternoon
traffic. He had nowhere to go, no boys to call up and invite
over for the evening. He had plenty of time to spare for
listening to the radio. Listening to Paul's sweet treble-
alto or whatever it was that sounded so cool. Will was still
dreaming of that boy a lifetime later.

The years had been kind to Will, unlike a lot of Hollywood
kid-actors. He was older, of course, but in the ways that
counted, he had come to appreciate the boy who he'd once
been. He made the transition from child-prodigy to
successful adult. There was only one problem with his life,
if indeed it could be called a problem. When he was in his
early teens, he discovered that young boys were infinitely
more desirable than the old men who promised Billy Sterling
the world to get into their beds.

From that point on, Will Sterling acknowledged, if only to
himself, that boys were definitely, infinitely more
interesting than women, even more so when the boys were
Hollywood babes. Unattainable, special boys like the Phoenix
in his youth. Or nowadays, like the insatiable, sought-after
Kenny Carruthers, or the up-and-coming Draven Edison, or a
dozen other boys who made it to the top of the prepubescent
heap. There good reasons for a man like Will to pursue a
career as agent to the youthful actors who wanted to be in
the movies. Over the last twelve months alone, he had fucked
no less than eight of the most talented boy-stars of
Hollywood. Fucked their little boy-asses until they begged
for more. He taught them more than how to orgasm. He taught
them what they needed to know to get a movie contract.

They were Hollywood babes, the same as he had been at the
same age, as Paul had been, and the Phoenix in his time. He
was honored in a way. When other men merely dreamed and
masturbated in front of the TV, Will had fucked and sucked
his way through junior stardom. He smiled, reflecting on how
lucky he had been when he decided to forego acting and become
an agent. He had almost turned it down.



Will's cell phone rang just as he pulled up at the stop
light, ready to turn onto Sunset Boulevard that would take
him past his office and on to the roads that led up into the
hills, and home.

"Hi. Will Sterling here," he announced resignedly. He didn't
bother to check the number of the incoming call. Not on a
Friday afternoon, not when his office was already closed. If
someone called on his personal time, it was either one of his
boys, or a close friend like Emmett Anders.

"Mr. Sterling, I'm glad I managed to reach you. This in
Cynthia Deere. Dyani's mother."

"Yes. What can I do for you, Cynthia."

If Will sounded perfunctory, it was because he was tired. His
neck ached. Another long day, but instead of being at the
office he had spent from nine in the morning to six that
evening sitting through the screen tests for "Indian
Summer." The selection for the role of Tyler, the runaway,
was down to two boys, although there were a total of five
boys who had appeared on the set that day. The problem was
that casting's recommendation wasn't one of his boys. The
odds-on favorite was a new kid who had flown in from New York
to do the test. A rough and tumble type, half Greek, with
short straight hair, not quite a buzz. Macho boy with a
prominent crotch bulge to prove he had what it took to be a
male. A big dick, or maybe there was a handkerchief stuck
down there. There was no way of being sure, short of grabbing
a handful. Will wanted the part for Kenny Carruthers, even if
the new kid was a better actor. The only problem was how to
get it arranged when the director liked girls more than boys.

"You asked me to call when you dropped Dy off two nights
ago." She sounded flustered. Not at all happy, but not
distraught. Still, there was a problem in the offing.
Mothers always called him when thing weren't going right.

"I did?"

Will tried to clear his head. It had been a long day with a
headache in the offing. He needed a Bourbon, or better yet a
zombie. Something that would knock him all but senseless
with a single glass. He was tired of worrying about things
that were outside his ability to control. However, that
didn't stop him from thinking that there had to be a way for
Kenny to get the role, besides giving him a sex change. Will
smiled at that idea, imagining Kenny after surgery somewhere
down in Mexico. Cute little Kenny minus dick and balls,
squatting down to pee. Of course, even Kenny's mother
wouldn't go that far to get a contract for her son. No one
would. On the plus side, Kenny wouldn't need artificial tits
because from what Will had heard on the Hollywood grapevine,
Sean McKay liked his girls to be `as flat as a boy'.

Suddenly, he realized what was staring him in the face. Kenny
had a sister. Not only that, but she was younger by a year or
so. That would make her about ten years old. Girls that age
were almost always flat-chested. He remembered Kenny saying
that she was interested in getting into movies too. It was
almost too good to be true. He'd have to speak to Kenny's
mother, but it wouldn't be too difficult to sell, knowing
Mrs. Carruthers. Convincing Kenny's ten-year-old sister to
spread her virgin thighs for Sean presented the only
problem, but if she followed in her brother's footsteps,
she'd do it with just a little encouragement from her mother
.

"You said that after I spoke to my husband I should give you
a call, Mr. Sterling."

"Um?..."

Will had been so busy during the last two days that it could
have been a month ago when he'd last spoken to Cynthia.

 "Don't you remember?"

"Hm,... yes. I think I do... Of course, it was about getting a
second mortgage right?"

"That's right."

"Okay. How did it go?"

"Not so good." Her voice was flat. The calm before the storm.
Tension building up. It wouldn't take much for her to lose
control.

"Oh."

He tried to recall all that she had said. They'd spoken so
much during that day that it was confusing. Even worse, was
remembering what they'd talked about when he brought Dyani
home. At the time he was tired and he had too much to drink,
and thinking about the boy-dick that he'd held in his hand
for a minute or so. Then, there was the image of Dyani nude
beside the pool. It did little to aid his memory of something
that Cynthia may have said. Little hard thing, sticking out
like a thumb was all that he could remember. It was shorter
than a thumb. Much shorter. What was her husband's name?
Jeff? She had said something about him being unwilling to
sign a second mortgage on the house.

"He won't,..."

Will heard her choke. Getting into the damsel in distress
mode. Crying women. He hated the sound of their wails when
junior didn't get selected. They always wanted a special
favor or two, when all junior had to do was give out a few
favors of his own. He steeled himself to say no. Why had he
offered to do something to help in the first place? He hadn't
offered anything. No promises were made. Not really. He knew
better than to do that. Then, why did he feel so bad. There
was only one reason. Dyani.

He shook his head. Dyani Deere. Dwelling on his name was like
grasping at a straw, again and again. That name had been with
him for two days now. Like Draven, a year earlier. Hot little
Draven who knew what to do to please Will Sterling. All he
had to do was smile, and Will would do the rest.

Why couldn't he tell Cynthia that he was too busy to take on
another client? It would have been easier than face the
problem of how he felt about Dyani. He was growing older and
lonelier every day, yet he still resisted. The reason was
simple. He didn't want to go down that road again, not after
Draven. It struck him them that there was no way that he
could stop the future from happening. Falling in love with a
client was nothing but heartbreak, but it was also
unavoidable. He had to force himself to pay attention.

"I tried to call him all yesterday, Mr. Sterling. I even
called him at school, but he was too busy to take my call.
Anyway, I managed to catch him tonight."

"And?" Will prompted after she had said nothing for several
long seconds.

"He said he's thought about it and he won't sign the papers."

Anger was taking over from frustration. The Deere marriage
had taken another step towards the divorce precipice. Both
of them knew it. He felt sorry for the kids even if being
divorced was about as common as being married in L.A. Dyani
would survive no matter what. He would see to that.

"That's too bad," he said consolingly.

"Mr. Sterling,... I don't know what to do. Without the money
from the second mortgage,.... We'll have to go back to
Indianapolis, I'm afraid."

Indianapolis? Good-bye Dyani. Damn!

"That would be a real shame," Will said quietly. He tried to
clear his head, to make sure that he said the right thing.
"We both know that Dyani's very talented, Cynthia. I'm sure
you realize that there's no way that he'll be as successful
as he could be, not if he's living in Indianapolis."

He could not help but think about the day's screen tests. If
it wasn't for Kenny Carruthers, he would have been doing his
utmost to get the part for Dyani Deere, even if he was still
a year or two too young given the guidelines he'd received.
It wasn't impossible. The script could always be adjusted.
From what he'd observed, Dyani was probably a better actor.
With makeup and low-down camera angles, the two years'
difference in ages might not be that critical. Dyani was
better looking than either Kenny or the new boy, and the
director was adamant that he wanted a `cutie' to play the
part of the lovesick runaway, Tyler Freeman. Dyani was drop-
dead gorgeous. He had a sister too, Will reflected with
amusement, although it was unlikely Cynthia would agree as
easily as Pam Carruthers to using her daughter's charm.

The light turned to green, but Will stayed where he was, the
Hummer stopped like an invincible barrier that no car could
get past until he moved.

"Cynthia, I'm on my way home right now. I really think this
is too important to talk about on the phone. I was just
wondering if I shouldn't swing by your hotel. It isn't that
far out of my way. We could get together for dinner too, if
you wanted."

"Yes. I'd much rather talk in person as well," Cynthia
replied humbly.

Behind him, several cars back, someone beeped. The car
immediately behind him crept slowly forward, until only a
few inches remained between the two vehicles.

"Just try it," Will growled under his breath.

It would be so easy to put the beast in reverse gear. The
rear end of the Hummer, like the rest of the Hummer, was
built to near-military specifications. It was closer to a
tank than a car. Instead of engaging reverse gear and
revenge, he eased the heavy vehicle forward and picked up
speed.

"How about I pick you up from Holiday Inn, and Dyani too of
course,... My treat for dinner. I'm thinking about The
Barbarian. I'm in the mood for steak. Actually, I'm on the
Atkins diet. It's not all that fancy and they do a good
filet. It does get pretty busy on a Friday, though. I'll call
and see if I can get a reservation. Let's see, I'm just past
North Fairfax. That's not that far from where you are."

He glanced at his watch. All he needed to do was to take a
right on Hollywood Boulevard and left onto North Highland,
and he'd be there. No more than fifteen minutes. Fifteen
minutes was too soon, especially for a woman.

"How about I meet the two of you in half an hour or so, in
the foyer?"

Half an hour would give him time for a drink at the bar. He
needed a drink before he saw Dyani again. It had been two
long days and he hadn't forgotten a thing, or thought about
much else. That boy was hot. Too fucking hot. He got hard
just thinking about him. He rubbed his crotch. Hard as a
fucking rock again, and all he'd done was giving passing
thought to Dyani when he had been standing next to the pool.
Little dick. Little balls. Perfect boy. Then, like the last
two nights in bed, he needed to get off.

Luckily, Will had more than enough time to order his zombie
(see end note). He needed something to take away the long
day. If he didn't have a boy to keep company, the zombie was
a good substitute. Instant euphoria. It was mostly rum,
something he'd picked up on Moorea, besides dark-skinned
Tahitian boys. Even one had way too much alcohol for a man
his age, too much to drive safely, yet with two inches left
in the bottom of the glass, he was getting ready to order
another. Then, he spotted Dyani on the other side of the
atrium. Dyani waved and darted away. He disappeared behind
the elevator. When he reappeared, he had his mother in tow,
grinning enthusiastically, waving energetically to Will.

Will walked over, starting to get hard again, unable to stop
staring at Dyani. It looked like his mother had been shopping
again. He was dressed `Californian casual', a loose surfer
tee-shirt and faded baggy blue jeans. They were too loose for
Will's taste, although they suited Dyani. Divinely inspired
boy. Sex god. At least he hadn't allowed them to hang around
his knees like some boys who were bent on replicating the
gang-look of south L.A. Positively, absolutely gorgeous.
Dyani broke away from his mother and hurried up to Will,
beaming, eyes big and bright and wantonly acknowledging they
were something more than friends. A man didn't hold a boy's
dick and kiss him and not have that.

Will smiled, said `hello, Movie Brat', shook a small warm
hand, squeezed little bony fingers, finished getting hard.
Burgeoning, aching to get inside a hot tight hole. He moved
away, hoping it didn't show. With those floppy jeans a boy
could have a boner and never show it. Dyani smiled back and
murmured `hello'. Despite his initial welcoming gusto, he
seemed very distressed, like a boy who'd just been rejected
for a role that he really wanted.

A minute later, Will guided mother and son out to his car,
opening both of their doors, and offering to give them a
boost up with a grand gesture. He received a `no, thank you,
I can manage it myself' from Cynthia and a snigger from
Dyani. He lifted 80 pounds of wriggly, giggly boy into the
rear seat, tickling him on the way.

"Enough! I give up," Dyani squealed as Will's fingers
relentlessly dug into his ribs and under arms.

"Promise to be good?" Still tickling.

"Yes, yes, anything. I promise."

"You'll do whatever your mother and I tell you?"

Merciless tickling, because by then he knew where Dyani was
most ticklish. Not under his arms or burrowing between his
ribs, but his neck. A thin neck that was still decorated with
Will's thick gold chain. It looked better on a boy.

Dyani shrieked, "Yes! Yes, anything."

"Promise?" Will demanded.

Dyani rolled around on the seat, doing his feeble best to
push Will's hands away.

Suddenly, Will took advantage of the boy's exposed position.
He made a quick grab for gonads. Caught boy dick between his
fingers. Hard as fucking steel. Just as tiny as he'd
remembered it from two nights earlier.

"You grabbed my weenie!" Dyani yelped.

Will's hand pulled back quickly. He'd barely touched the
boy's privates but his heart was about to burst. And Cynthia
was sitting in the front seat just a foot or two away. Sexy
boys were not only habit forming but impossible to resist.
Maybe he'd gone too far.

Will backed away, closing the door, going around to the
driver's door. He climbed in, pretending nothing had
happened, that Dyani hadn't shouted out. Cynthia was
smirking. Will reddened. He started the engine, pulled away
from the curb, pretended to concentrate on driving in the
busy Friday night traffic.

"I tried to make a reservation at The Barbarian. No way. We
could take a chance, and see if they have an open table, but
more than likely we'll have to wait for at least an hour," he
began.

There were two or three other restaurants where Will was such
a frequent diner that he could probably just walk in and be
seated in a few minutes, even on a Friday evening. However,
none of those restaurants appealed to him. For once his
confidence was shattered. He wasn't sure about anything any
more, and the strange thing was that it happened only when
Dyani was around.

"What do you and Dyani feel like?" he muttered.

"Anything is fine with me," Cynthia said hesitantly. "I just
need to talk..." She sighed. "How could he be so short-
sighted? I should have known something like this would
happen."

"Mom? I don't have to be an actor."

Will heard the painful sound of disillusionment and regret.
How often had he seen boys give up their dreams? Hollywood
was cruel. It took talent, ambition, and sex appeal to
succeed. Dyani possessed all three, but without his father's
commitment he would never get off the ground.

"Sh, Dy. This isn't your problem, it's mommy's."

Will listened to Dyani's sigh. He had to say something. Kid
getting pushed around by the people who were supposed to love
him. Trying to do the right thing. Trying to keep his parents
together.

"Hey, Dyani, how do you like Chinese?"

"It's okay."

"Mexican?"

"Yeah, that's okay too. We could eat at the Holiday Inn,
Will," Dyani added bravely. "Kids eat free there so you won't
have to pay for me."

Will laughed. "Hm, how about we keep that for another time,
Babe. Okay, how about ,...." He tried to think of something
unusual, something that might provoke a laugh. He couldn't
think of anything. He took the easy way out. Why not?

"Burgers at my place?" he offered hopefully. It still
sounded as if he asked without any thought at all.

"Cool!"

With Dyani on side, Will glanced at Cynthia hopefully. He
couldn't stop himself from imaging what might happen if he
could get Dyani alone. A reprise of two nights before. Just
for a few minutes. Just one more time and he would die a
happy man. Kissing him again. Touching those oh-so-soft
lips, tasting the sweetness of his mouth. Holding the
teenie-weenie boy-dick between his fingers. She nodded
absently. Her thoughts were on matters far more important
than eating dinner.

"Okay, dinner at Villa Sterling, it is," Will chuckled.

Will had driven from his home to the studios and back again
so many times that he could have done the trip with his eyes
closed. Instead, of entering a half-drunk silent stupor of
confused boy-lust, the loquacious zombie spoke up instead.
He spent the rest of the trip pointing out landmarks as they
passed from the gritty urbanity of the roughest part of
Hollywood to the lush green lawns of Beverly Hills'
mansions. Denny's, always open and luring celebrity rock and
rollers from miles around to party through the night. The
Rock Walk, with hand prints of Chuck Berry and Van Halen, and
so many others. Into Beverly Hills and the Will Rodgers
Memorial Park where Billy Sterling once played when he
wasn't on the set. Where he and Conrad Jacobsen showed off
their dicks behind the bushes at the far end of the lake,
sprang boners, and spent the rest of the afternoon trying to
shoot something more than blanks. He didn't mention that.
Instead he pointed out famous people's houses. Through the
neighborhood where he'd lived as a boy. Then, turning right
and driving up into the hills turning verdant green in the
late afternoon sun.

Will's house was set back a long distance from the street. It
was a triangular shaped lot, fanning out from being narrow
and steep at the front to wide and slightly flatter at the
rear. There, the house was positioned on the very edge of a
ridge, commanding views in both directions, towards L.A. and
the hills behind. The house wasn't grand, at least compared
to its neighbors. Indeed, with only two bedrooms it was
rather small, although hardly quaint. From the street it
could not be seen at all. The architect made sure of that.

Will parked the Hummer next to the Ferrari, leaving a wide
gap so the doors wouldn't chip the glossy red paint work of
the other car. He led the way to the front of the garage and
then beside a hand-laid rock wall whose purpose was to
augment the discovery that followed. It was an extension of
the natural wall provided by a line of cypress pines that
went all the way down the hill to the front entry gate. At
the end of the wall, a set of stairs descended from the
garage to a place that only a very select group of people
entered, most of them pre-teen boys. Will stopped there,
zombie like. Only then had his rum-addled brain realized
what he was about to do.

"Um, I suppose I should have mentioned this earlier,
Cynthia, but there are a few things that Dyani might see
downstairs, that you er,... well you might not want to him
see," Will said awkwardly.

Cynthia raised an eyebrow. "Oh?"

Will swallowed, dryly. It wasn't too late to go back down the
hill. There were lots of restaurants where he could get a
table for a small donation to the maitre d's retirement fund.
They could be seated within the hour.

"I collect things that are,... well, they're a little,... um,...
different, you might say," Will tried to explain.

Cynthia shrugged and lifted her hand to hide her smile. It
amused her to see him embarrassed, even if it wasn't as much
as he should have been. The things that Will collected
involved young boys, of course. She wasn't that naive. One
didn't need to be a Hollywood sophisticate to understand
that his peccadillo would be displayed for all to see. She
didn't answer right away. Instead, she indulged him with a
curious smile, meeting his anxious eyes. What was the
attraction that brought men and boys together? What was it
that made otherwise law abiding, intelligent men break the
law and risk years in prison for a single offense? Of course,
a single glance at Dyani provided the explanation. Sheer
beauty.

"Well, he'll have to see them eventually, won't he, Mr.
Sterling?" she said sweetly.

"They're,... um,... nudes," Will muttered. "I could take them
down in a few minutes, if you wanted to wait here."

"Don't be silly, Mr. Sterling. It's only the human body.
Young or old, they're just variations on the theme. I'm sure
whatever you have it's nothing to worry about."

She tapped Dyani on the shoulder. He was trying to peek past
the end of the wall to get a glimpse of the view beyond.

"You don't mind seeing a few bare bottoms and some boys'
weenies, do you sweetie?"

Dyani answered with a giggle.

Villa Sterling was, as Will referred to it, `an architect's
orgasm in stainless steel and glass'. Hard, sharp edges.
Polished metal tubes in compression. Thin tension cables
criss-crossing. Seemingly endless spans. Sheets of glass
that preserved the view. Spectacular vistas from every room.

From the staircase landing, a hall led to the two bedroom-
bathrooms with doors conveniently closed, a game-room whose
entire purpose was to entertain the boys who visited, and
Will's study, an open-planned room that overlooked the
living room below. To the side, through a long wall of glass,
Dyani gaped at a 25 yard-long pool, two lanes wide complete
with floating divider and 2 starting blocks at one end. At
the other end of the pool a diving board seemed to hang out
into space, although the effect was entirely an optical
illusion.

"Wow!"

Enough said. Will smiled. "We'll go for a swim later on, if
you like Movie Brat."

"I don't have my shorts." Dyani grinned at Will. He wished
his mother wasn't there. Will grinned back at him.

"You'll have to go skinny dipping again then, won't you
sweetie? Unless Mr. Sterling has some shorts he can lend
you," Cynthia teased.

Will chuckled. "I can probably round some up,... if you want
them that is." He added a wink for good measure. Over the
years, hundreds of boys had swum naked in his pool. A lot of
them started out wearing one of his Speedos.

He led the way down the next flight of stairs, doing his best
to ignore a painting on the wall. He sensed Cynthia's pause,
the momentary hesitation of surprise. Naked boy getting off,
floating in a sea of egg-white foamy mucus. Allegorical in
subject, abstract qualities somewhat like Salvador Dali, but
closer to European chic pornography. No mystery there,
except why, of course. Artistic license in the subject and
composition. Licentious, too. No comment? Maybe she was
having second thoughts, or she really was as open-minded as
she claimed. Dyani giggled behind her. He had to be wondering
what was up, although what was `up' was obvious. The boy in
the painting had a four inch dick sticking 'up'. Will kept
going down, waiting for them to say something more than the
muted whisper he really couldn't hear.

The lower floor consisted of a living room, dining room, and
chef-sized kitchen, gathered around a central open
fireplace. Glass twenty feet high and forty feet long on two
walls, sheer transparency separating the public world
outside from the private domain of a man who loved boys. Was
there no shame, nothing to hide, not even curtains to be
drawn?

"I can't believe you need a fireplace this big in sunny
California," Cynthia remarked with a smile. "It doesn't get
that cold, does it?"

Will shrugged and smiled, grateful that she hadn't referred
to the painting on the wall. "Would you believe that my
architect wanted to justify his fee?"

"Maybe. But it's big enough to roast a steer," Dyani said
with a bold smirk.

"Mostly I use it for sacrificing virgin boys. I'm sure you
know that devil worship is very popular in this part of
California," Will explained with mock seriousness.

Cynthia laughed. "Mr. Sterling, don't say things like that
or you'll be giving Dy silly ideas."

Dyani rolled his eyes. Big, dark erotic eyes. Wanton eyes.
Eyes that had stared at the hazy painting of a naked boy and
taken in the full effect. An erect cock that peeked through
the grasp of the small shadowy hand. It took imagination to
connect the sea of foamy slime with the boy's orgasm because
it was obvious that he wasn't old enough to have one. A
lifetime supply of silvery semen was depicted in the
painting.

"He knows I'm joking," Will replied. "Right Dyani?"

Dyani smirked. "About which part, Sil? The virgin boys or the
devil worship?" he asked sweetly.

"Sweetie!" Cynthia exclaimed.

Will laughed and continued to lead mother and son through the
living room and into the dining room. He stopped at the bar,
prepared two glasses of chardonnay and a diet 7-up for Dyani.
They followed him into the kitchen, where he set about
getting out things for dinner, California style. It was time
to get down to business, although exactly what that business
was, Will was still uncertain.

"So, you figure that your husband won't help out with some
money?" Will asked directly.

"He says I'm not being fair to him or the other kids,"
Cynthia replied, not really answering the question. "But
he's wrong, Mr. Sterling. It isn't a matter if Dy's going to
be successful. He will be! Then, everyone benefits. Not just
him."

Will nodded, glancing quickly at Dyani. He seemed far more
interested in the view than what his mother was saying. He'd
seen that before, supposed indifference to a threatening
world. It happened when a boy was closing off a relationship
because it was too distressing to do anything else. All the
signs were there. Dyani was high strung, temperamental. A
lot like Draven, like a lot of the other boys, who needed
pampering, the right words to calm hurt feelings. It went
with the territory of being a Hollywood babe.  Kids trying
hard to be adults. No wonder they were stressed before their
time.

"I happen to agree, Cynthia. He's very talented. However, as
I said on the phone, he has to be here in L.A. in order to
have much of a chance of getting a foot in the door." Then,
for no reason at all, he added a proviso in a lowered voice
that might have escaped Dyani's hearing had he not turned
around. "Especially if he doesn't sleep around."

Dyani quickly glanced away again, back to the view, to the
fantasy world beyond the glass.

"That's exactly what I told Jeff, Mr. Sterling. Well not the
sex part anyway. He keeps saying that Dy can do theater in
Indianapolis if he has to. But I can tell he doesn't even
want him to do that, not really. He's never encouraged him. I
know why, of course." She ended with a sigh.

Will knew why Dyani's father wasn't supportive. A lot of
fathers were the same way when they were saddled with a gay
son. It wasn't simply a matter of them being interested in
acting. He sipped his wine.

"Do you have any ideas?" he asked after a while.

"Other than try to get a job? Obviously, I need to get him,...
involved,... auditioned,... you know what I mean."

Will nodded slowly. She meant for him to get her son lined up
with a man a-sap. He'd need to work fast. He tried to avoid
the subject.

"There's a few small parts for boys his age that are coming
up over the next couple of weeks. Nothing very good, I'm
afraid. They'll pay standard SAG rates. Maybe a bit more if I
can talk to the producers beforehand."

He didn't add that the parts would take Dyani out of action
until the middle of August. If any major roles came up, the
set-up phase couldn't happen. He planned on a month of
preparation, getting Dyani used to the idea of having sex
with other men, then carefully introducing him to a man who
could make his career. That could take another two or three
months, but it some cases as much as a year to hit the mother
lode. By September, Dyani might even have a signed contract,
but not if he was running around doing minor parts that were
a waste of his obvious talent.

"Anything would help," Cynthia said appreciatively. "I
certainly don't have the money to get an apartment and pay
the first two months' rent." She shook her head
dispiritedly. "You know something, Mr. Sterling, Jeff had
the hide to tell me he wasn't going to pay the credit card
bills this month so I can't even use those to make ends meet.
I figure if we stay where we are, we can last though the
month on what I brought with me. My husband doesn't know, but
I've been saving for this for the last few years. "

"There are cheaper places than the Holiday Inn," Will
suggested.

"Oh, I know. It's just,... well it's so convenient there."

Will understood. There were parts of Hollywood where he
didn't want to go, where it wasn't safe to be white and alone
for more than a few minutes. He finished stacking food and
plates on a tray and led the way onto the outside deck,
following it around the side of the house until he reached
the pool terrace. There, he busied himself setting up the
barbecue, listening to Cynthia explain to Dyani that her
husband, his father, was only doing what he thought was best
for the family. He wondered if she really believed what she
was telling her son. From what he overheard. Dyani wasn't
buying any of it. He ambled back to where they were sitting
and plunked himself down in his favorite chair, crossed his
legs, and drank more wine.

Their problems weren't his problems. Sure, he could advance
Cynthia some money. He'd done it before for certain boys who
were all but guaranteed to make the big blockbusters that all
actors dreamed about. Usually, no always, they'd been in
L.A. for some time when the money ran out. Never an advance
on the third day. Never. So why was he thinking about doing
that now? He licked his lips, tasting wine, but thinking of
Dyani's lips. He savored the memory of two nights before. The
vending area beside the elevator, the boy reaching up,
standing on the tips of his toes, the sweetness of his
breath, the innocent touch of tender lips. Making out with a
ten-year-old virgin boy.

"Hey Movie Brat," Will interrupted the silence. "If you want
to go for a swim before dinner, the pool's all yours."

Dyani looked up moodily. "Will you go in too, Sil?"

"Not for a while, Babe. I need to keep an idea on the grill
once I put the meat on. After dinner maybe."

That seemed to satisfy the kid. Dyani shrugged ambiguously.
Maybe he was thinking it through. Will could only hope that
was the case.  Instead of getting up from the couch that he'd
claimed as his, Dyani stretched his arms behind his head.
Lean boy body stretched out, pulling the tee-shirt tight.
Visible rib lines like that. A dimple where his belly button
hid. Tiny dots, if that, for nipples. Nothing was visible in
the creases of his baggy pants, but Will looked anyway,
hoping for a glimpse, even a hint of teenie weenie dick
underneath would make the day worthwhile.

"You should go for a swim, honey. It's such a beautiful
pool."

"After dinner, Mom. When Sil goes in, okay?"

"I suppose, if you want to wait until later, it's okay with
me. It's just such a pity to waste this lovely sunshine. You
do need to start working on getting a tan, sweetie."

Will inclined his head and smiled daringly at Dyani. Wanting
to see him, if not naked, at least in shorts instead of baggy
jeans.

"When I was your age I'd be in the water in a flash. You'll
find something to wear in there if you want to go for a
swim." He pointed to the door to the change room-toilet-
sauna.

"I really think you should go in for a while, sweetie."
Cynthia gave her son a stern look, countenancing no dispute
from a ten-year-old boy, even if he was a movie star in the
making. "Swim some laps or something. You need the
exercise."

"Mom!" Exasperated sigh well on the way to becoming a groan.
No other way of fighting back.

Will's interest increased. What he was hearing was something
else, something far more important than Dyani getting wet,
getting some exercise. But what?

"Don't be silly, Dy. Remember what we talked about?"

"I know, Mom."

"So? You have to do your share too, honey."

"I know that."

Dyani turned at looked at Will, silently asking him to
intervene. Will smiled reassuringly, still wondering where
the conversation was headed. He glanced meaningfully at the
door again, signaling with his eyes.

"Then don't be silly. There's nothing to stop you taking off
your clothes and getting in the pool, sweetie. No one's going
to see you. It'd be all right if he went in bare, wouldn't it
Mr. Sterling."

"Of course," Will squeaked.

Dyani bare? In his pool? In broad daylight? Different to
seeing him at night, with only the pool lights reflected up
to reveal his body. He wasn't at all sure that his heart
could stand the strain. He crossed his legs to hide his
bulging crotch. Nude boy coming right up.

"If you want to know a secret, I go skinny dipping out here
all the time," Will added as placidly as he could manage
under the circumstances.

"There's no one around to see your weenie, honey, except the
birds and us,... and we don't count, do we Mr. Sterling?"

"Hey, your mom is right about that. Getting naked is no big
deal. Especially not when I've already seen it, kid," Will
agreed with a chuckle which didn't mean anything except that
he was thrilled by the possibility of seeing Dyani naked
again.

"It's entirely up to you, sweetie", Cynthia said evenly.

Was it? Was it really as innocuous as she made it sound?

Dyani smiled, eyes fluttering, looking from side to side.
Despite the expansive view across L.A., it was very private.
Already well after seven o'clock and it was warm in the late
low-angled sun. His temptation was visibly revealed in an
expression of boyish anticipation, exhilarated as much by
the thought of swimming in the cool, crystal clear water as
by showing himself off to Will.

"It's so hot." Dyani exhaled to prove the point, not daring
himself to say what he wanted to do.

"Go on, Movie Brat, get in," Will laughed with a gesture
towards the pool. "I'll look the other way if you're still
shy, but after spending most of the night naked at Emmett's
place, I'd be surprised if you still had anything to hide."

Dyani giggled, giving up. He stood up, pulled up the front of
his tee shirt, over his head, left it on the couch. Cynthia
gave him an encouraging nod. However, taking off his tee
shirt was the easy part. He stopped there, considering what
to do next. Beautiful, half-naked boy. Lightly tanned, arms
and chest. Flat little belly, skin taut, tapering downward.
He folded his arms, hiding his belly button, hugging
himself. Not cold. Not inhibited. Just making up his mind.

Then, acting somewhat less comfortably than Will expected
given what happened at Emmett's party, Dyani slowly
unfastened the metal button at the front of his loose-
fitting jeans. He inched the zipper down, stopping before it
reached his crotch. Will's eyes widened, bulging. Not
believing. There was a triangle of unblemished lower belly
skin, pale and silky smooth, much lighter than the skin only
a few inches above. Ever so curvaceous, rounded where his
belly  narrowed towards his groin. Dyani wore nothing
underneath his jeans, not unless they were European-style
micro-briefs. No wonder he was a little embarrassed at
getting naked. He stared at Will until the man deliberately
looked away. A few seconds passed before Will heard a loud
splash. He turned back quickly, watching as the bubbles
cleared the surface. Only then did he see the slender naked
boy gliding through the water. Bubble butt. Lean legs.
Powerful breaststroke kicks until Dyani rose to the surface.

"That boy of mine!" Cynthia remarked, shaking her head. "He
takes his clothes off like he's putting on a show."

She seemed mildly amused by the entire episode. So different
to Will, who had been utterly thrilled, even if Dyani had
cheated him at the last moment.

"I hadn't noticed."

She ignored his pretense of not noticing. "I see he's taken
to not wearing boxers now."

Will nodded, still watching as Dyani trod water, shook his
hair back from his forehead and then began to swim. Without
goggles, he swam with his head above the surface.

"That's probably my fault," Will said without revealing his
glee.

Bare boy-skin, soft, silky skin in constant contact with
cloth. Heightened stimulation, by touch as well as simply
knowing. Bringing him just that much closer to being
uncovered.

Cynthia laughed. "Well, I suppose I should be happy that he
seems to be making the transition from living in stuffy old
Indianapolis to sunny California."

Will dragged his eyes away from Dyani. Beautiful boy. He
could watch him forever and not get tired. He was relieved to
see that Cynthia expression was as amused as it was  curious.

 "He's doing great," Will murmured agreeably.

"If he's going to do this,..." She paused, thinking it
through to the logical conclusion. "Well, I imagine he'll
have to get used to being undressed in front of men sooner or
later."

Will managed a nod. Already his attention was diverted.
Barely hearing.

"Actually, he used to run around the house without a stitch
on, but he's become very inhibited during the last year or
two."

Will watched Dyani scramble from the pool at the end. He
stepped up onto one of the starting blocks and executed a
dive without making much of a splash. He surfaced and swam
slowly down the pool. Style and power even when he wasn't
trying. Sliding his hands into the water.

"Some modesty isn't unusual for boys his age," Will
remarked.

Beautiful naked boy. Swimming effortlessly. Had they been
alone, Will would have had no hesitation in taking off his
clothes and joining Dyani in the pool.

"I just glad he's not worried about you seeing his weenie.
Where would we be then?" Cynthia continued with a laugh.
"It's not a problem for him to be doing this, is it? Swimming
nude, I mean?"

"I don't mind. Why would it be a problem?"

"You know how people talk, Mr. Sterling, particularly in
this day and age. And there's so much fuss about pedophiles
everywhere. In fact there was a case in Indianapolis right
before we left. I would have thought you'd need to be very
careful about having boys around. Especially with you not
being married and everything? "

Will tensed. Pedophile. Child abuser. Pederast. Boy lover.
They meant very different things, but no one seemed to care.
He answered with the truth.

"The good news, Cynthia, is that with the security system I
have, no one comes up here without me knowing first," he said
authoritatively. "I could have a hundred boys up here and no
one would ever know."

She smiled. "Well, that's good to know. It's really a lovely
place to live, Mr. Sterling. And your house is fabulous."

"I'll let the architect know," Will quipped. "It's been
eight years and he's still teed off at me for not letting him
bring potential clients up here to show what he can do."

"I can imagine. I can't blame you. It's so quiet and private.
I couldn't think of a better place for Dy to get used to
being naked. By the way, thank you for letting him go for a
swim. He doesn't get much chance to practice in a real lap
pool. The hotel pool is much too small."

"He's got a good stroke. Especially his breaststroke."

"He's very lucky. My father taught him how to swim before his
heart attack. He was state champion three years running."

Will paid her very little attention as she prattled on about
her life in Indianapolis.

"Cynthia, what are you going to do about money?" Will asked
when she slowed down for a moment.

She shrugged distractedly. "If Jeff won't help, I'll try to
do it by myself, Mr. Sterling. I expect I'll get a job. That,
and hope Dyani gets a contract quickly. I know it won't be
nearly enough. I think if we move out of the Holiday Inn, we
can last until mid-June before the money runs out
completely."

 "It would be a shame for him not to have the chance to make
it in the movies."

"What will it take for you to help, Mr. Sterling?"

Will nodded thoughtfully, considering the question.
Wondering what Cynthia was thinking. At least she came
straight to the point. Realist. Pragmatist. Her tone
suggested a proposition. Could she really be suggesting what
it sounded like? So easy to jump to conclusions. Just be
patient. Take it a step at a time.

"I'd like to help."

"You've already done so much for us, Mr. Sterling."

Cynthia hesitated, watching her son as he flip-turned
smoothly. Varying his strokes. She glanced back at Will,
noticed that he was watching Dyani as well. After a moment or
two, she smiled disingenuously. They regarded each other in
silence.

"Mr. Sterling,... Will, please don't think badly of me,... Would
you like to take Dyani to bed?"

Will turned slowly, not really thinking, expecting that he
had misheard. "He's a very beautiful boy," he said quietly.
Admiringly.

"I'm not a bad mother, at least I don't think I am,... but I
am a realist, Will. I meant every word of what I just said.
If you'd like to,... I realize that getting you, um,...
involved in his life,... well, it's the only way this is
going to work." Cynthia's solemn expression conveyed
seriousness and Will inhaled in shock.

"Um,... Okay."

"I'm not joking."

"I know." He took a deep breath, still not believing they
were having the conversation.

"I've already told Dy that if he really wants this, then he's
going to have to earn it. He also knows that he can't do it
without your support, Will." She stopped to take a breath. "I
think we've come to the logical conclusion, don't you?"

"Um,..." Will, ever confident, was suddenly lost for words.

"I can promise you that your,... shall we say, your support for
Dyani, will be worth it, Will," she said. She ended with an
insipid smile.

Then, Cynthia relaxed noticeably. On the other side of the
low teak table that separated their two seats, Will was
anything but calm and relaxed. He kept his eyes averted, both
from Cynthia and her son. It was all that he could do to make
himself breath. He stared at his glass of wine, at the
crystal citrine that always reminded him of boy-pee.

The temptation to look at Dyani swimming in the pool became
stronger and stronger. He heard splashes as the boy kicked,
probably doing freestyle or backstroke from the tempo, going
away. Sun hot on his face. Brain in supercharged overdrive.
As skittish as his boy-car. Too much power. Too much desire.
Being overpowered by desire. He resorted to jest.

"Should I get my checkbook?" Will finally managed to say.

"That isn't quite what I had in mind. I'm many things, Will,
but I'm not a pimp."

Will relented and lifted his eyes from his glass of
chardonnay. Dyani was on his way back down the pool.
Definitely swim team material, if they could fit all those
daily practices  into what would soon become a very busy
schedule.

"What do you have in mind?" Will asked quietly. "Quid pro
quo?"

Cynthia just smiled.

"Well?" Will prompted as evenly as he could, but still too
eagerly.

 Who could blame him? Just the possibility that she was going
to suggest again that he might have sex with Dyani in the
near future was enough to send his dick into rigidity. What
were the chances? One in a hundred. One in a thousand. He
didn't care what the odds were. The thought was enough to
make his life interesting.

"This is such a delightful place to live," she said blandly.

She turned almost completely around, studying the
surroundings, giving further emphasis to something that
should have been obvious. Will waited for her to continue.
She turned to meet his gaze.

"It's a pity Dyani couldn't live here,... with you, Will."

Will's mouth dropped open. No mother had ever suggested
THAT! Draven had stayed with him for a couple of days at a
time, on and off, usually when his mother was off somewhere
vacationing with her friends. There had been other boys as
well who stayed overnight with their parents' permission, or
even for two nights in a row sometimes, but none more than.
No boy had moved in and stayed.

"It's an interesting idea," Will said humbly, as if he'd
never dreamed of it.

He gave it a few seconds thought, nodding. A very interesting
idea indeed, but fraught with so many problems that he
couldn't clear his head.

"I thought so too," Cynthia remarked placidly.

"I'm afraid that people would really start to talk then," he
blurted out.

It was true. A man living with a young boy who so obviously
was unrelated to him was sure to cause a problem or two, if
not draw the interest of the pedophile police.

"Yes, I expect so,... but not if I was here as well,... to keep
an eye on him." She ended with a slight smile. "People might
even think that Will Sterling was  interested in women," she
suggested quietly.

Will almost laughed. Anyone who knew him more than as a
passing acquaintance would never think that. The very idea
sent a chill through him. A woman in his bed? Preposterous in
the extreme. Fucking ridiculous. Still, he could see that
having Cynthia in his house might actually be beneficial to
the situation.

"I suppose so," Will ventured warily. "Unfortunately, I only
have two bedrooms," he added.

He waited for her to respond. Back again to watching Dyani
swim. Beautiful boy. Naked nymph boy-body waiting for a
summer's tan. Slender arms and legs. Utterly divine. A
sideways glance. Back to her son. Lingering, because that is
what happens when a man looks at a naked boy and finds him
sexually desirable. Back to his mother. Perhaps she was
having second thoughts? Cynthia studied her colored,
lacquered fingernails. Disengaged or trying to avoid the
issue? Crimson red nails that decorated long thin fingers
like those of her son. Both of them had small elegant hands,
but only one of them had hands that would have a problem
enclosing a man's cock.

"I imagine you'll want Dy in your bedroom so it won't present
a problem," Cynthia suggested teasingly.

Will looked up, startled. The sleeping arrangements she
suggested left little to the imagination. Will and Dyani in
bed together. It wasn't a dream. It was a dream come true.
Will had spent the last two nights masturbating with
fantasies of Dyani nude, having sex with him, squeezing his
thick cock between the boy's small buttocks and fucking
furiously.

"I must say I like the sound of that," he joked. "Cynthia,
there's only one problem that I can see, but I'm afraid it's
crucial."

""What's that?"

"Dyani. See I've always taken the position that what ever
happens must be the boy's decision. Not his parents, and
certainly not mine."

It felt good to say that, as if a boy's willingness to have
sex was essential to his satisfaction. There were some
agents who didn't much care one way or the other. However, he
had never forced even one boy to have sex with him. Not even
pressured, not really. He held out the hope of a Hollywood
career and the boys who wanted it came forward. Some of them,
the boys whose memories he treasured over the years, got into
bed with him eagerly. Boys like Draven and Kenny Carruthers.
Even Connor couldn't wait to get his lips around Will's cock.
It made all the difference in the world when a boy was
naturally inclined to have sex with men.

"Oh, I wouldn't worry about Dy," Cynthia replied slyly. She
couldn't hide her smirk although she passed her hand in front
of her mouth. "That son of mine has the worse case of puppy
love I've ever seen."

Will was startled, although deep down he expected as much
from the way Dyani was constantly looking at him. A lot of
boys were the same way. He attracted them, like moths to
candles. There were always boys who needed affection,
friendship, someone who would be there for them.

"For me?"

"Of course, for you. You're all he's talked about since
Wednesday. I'm afraid my son has a crush on his agent."

She ended with a frivolous giggle. Will rolled his eyes and
shook his head, pretending disbelief.

"Now, don't pretend you don't know what I'm talking about,
Will. I'm sure he's not the first boy to fall for you,"
Cynthia teased. "You're very good looking after all. He
really liked kissing you by the way."

Will blanched and then began to blush. Secrets? There were no
secrets between Dyani and his mother. He should have known
better. Well, except for one secret that Dyani had shared
with him, and that involved the boy across the street.

"And the idea of me having sex with him doesn't bother you?"
Will asked, considerably more emboldened than he'd been for
the last few minutes.

"Should it?"

"He's ten years old."

Ten years old, and a few days. Not very many days. Barely
ten. In the fifth grade, or maybe fourth grade. Just learning
how to do multiplication and long division. Studying
American history. Learning the states and their capitals.

"I don't think age should be the only issue when someone has
sex, do you?" She looked at Will. He shrugged. "See, I've
always thought that sex depends on the relationship between
two people, and both of them having the desire to do it, of
course," Cynthia replied vacuously.

It was apparent that she had given it some thought in
advance. She smiled at Will. He smiled back and tried to
decide if he was drunk or sober, because it really could not
be happening. Not to him. Not without some warning, and a lot
of work to get it set up. It was never that easy, except with
Draven. Draven was different in lots of ways, but so was
Dyani.

"I'm assuming you'll be very gentle with him, of course."

Will looked up, not certain that he was hearing properly.

"... when you,... whatever you call it when you put it inside
his butt? Because if you hurt him, I'll come after you with a
knife. When I'm finished you won't be able to hurt him or any
other boy again."

Will gazed at her, open-mouthed.

"I did tell you I was open-minded." She smiled, a little
triumphant smirk.

"Um,... Yes, you did."

"Besides, I'll be honest with you, Will." She glanced back to
the pool to make sure that Dyani could not hear. "I don't
think it will be his first time."

"You mean Travis?" He swallowed hard when he said the other
man's name.

"Travis? Hardly. He didn't do anything more with Dy than play
with his weenie, at least according to what I was told."
Another smirk. "He did say that Trevor got him to hold his
penis for a few minutes at the end, but that was all." Her
head drew even closer. "He also said Trevor wanted him to put
it in his mouth. I suppose that's,... normal?"

Will managed a weak noncommittal shrug.

"Anyway Dy said he didn't, and I don't think he did, but,....
Well you never know, do you?"

"Boys will be boys." Again, Will found himself trying hard to
divorce words from acts. "It wouldn't be the first time a boy
lied about doing things he shouldn't," he chuckled.

She brought her head closer to Will. "The thing is,... See
there's one other boy I know about who might have,... you know,
done whatever you call it, done that with Dy," she confided.

"Really?" Boys with boys was an entirely different matter.
Most boys experienced sex with other boys before they turned
to men. Then, as far as Will Sterling was concerned, there
was no going back to someone younger.

"He's been good friends with a boy from across the street for
a few years. He's a sweet kid, although he's a few years
older than Dy." Cynthia seemed to be choosing her words very
carefully. "Four years older, because he just turned
fourteen before we left Indy." Another pause, suggesting
reflection. "I wouldn't be all that surprised if they did
things together, although recently, Alex seems to be a thing
of the past."

"Dyani told you that?"

"Oh no. I've heard them." Cynthia smirked. "You'll guess
how?" She seemed pleased, confident, almost enjoying telling
her secret. There was no opportunity for Will to answer. "Dy
and I have these little walkie-talkie radios that he uses
when he's at a friend's house or in the park. That way I can
call him when he has to come home. Apparently, he put it down
somewhere with the transmit button depressed. I'm not even
sure where they were at the time, although I expect it was in
Alex' garage."

"That must have been worth hearing," Will said suggestively.

"Oh it was. Trust me, it was. It was about two years ago so
Dy was only eight."

Will swallowed. "He had sex at eight?"

"Well, I can't be sure of course, because it was rather
muffled, but I think that was the general idea. What I did
hear was Alex saying that it was hard to get it in and,..." She
smirked, considering whether to tell all, or nothing more.
"At the time I wasn't at all sure what he was talking about,
because Dy was only eight. It wasn't until he said for Dy to
stop moving around so much because,..." Another smirk.
"Because if Dyani didn't stand still, he could get it lined
up."

"That's sounds about right to me. Usually, getting lined up
is a prerequisite to boys having sex," Will agreed with an
accepting laugh

At the time he was thinking of his own youth. Standing in a
secluded corner of Will Rodgers Memorial Park with his jeans
at his ankles. Trying to get lined up with Conrad Jacobsen.
Because it was his turn, after all. Feeling funny behind,
because that was where the other boy's penis had been for
nearly ten minutes with nothing more than saliva to make it
slippery. Clumsy prepubescent lovers.

 "However, it could be something else, I suppose," he
offered. "Maybe they were fixing a bicycle or something"

Cynthia's manner was skittish, to say the least. "That's
pretty much what I thought. Not the bicycle thing, but the
other thing. I assumed it wasn't the first time either, but
only because,... well Alex sounded rather experienced, like he
knew what he was doing. Incidentally, I hope you don't mind
me asking this. There's really no one else that I can go to.
Are there any after effects from it?"

"After effects?"

Will smiled. She was going to find out sooner or later if she
didn't already know. Over the years he'd met quite a few
mothers who were curious to find out what their sons did with
men, if not being fascinated by the sexual act itself.

"Doesn't it get stretched back there or something? I'm not
thinking so much about Alex because he was about twelve when
I heard them on the radio. I expect his weenie probably
wasn't all that large, but,... well,.. I mean if it was a man
instead,..."

"A man?" Will nearly choked.

"I mean someone who was large,... a man who had a large one,..."

Will smiled. She was talking about him. She wanted to know
what he would do with her son. Whether Dyani would be hurt by
it. Adrenaline surged. He chose words carefully.

"To answer your question, Cynthia, yes his anus will get
stretched, but it soon closes up again. If his partner is
careful it will hurt for the first couple of times, but once
he's used to it, usually other than a bit of soreness
afterwards, there's nothing to show for it until the next
day. Then, it's either an occasional anal fissure which goes
away in a day or two, or he'll be running to the bathroom."

"Oh?"

"Semen can act like an enema sometimes, especially if
there's a lot of it," Will explained.

Better that she knew. There might be a time when she would be
surprised by Dyani's sudden dash to the bathroom or by
finding streaks of blood on his underpants. Will very nearly
smiled, thinking of a Sunday morning six months ago when
Draven woke up with cramps. He made it to the bathroom just
in time. And there was always a little leakage afterwards.
Yellow stains on the sheets, a gurgling wet fart at the most
inopportune time, occasional  wet spots on the seat of a
boy's jeans.

"Shouldn't his partner use a condom?" Cynthia asked inanely.

"Of course he should, Cynthia," Will agreed wholeheartedly.

Over the years there had been a few boys with whom he had
risked having unprotected sex. Draven was one of them,
needless to say. Virginal Draven, with his tight untouched
ass, had been the last one, and that had been too long ago.
It was very different inside a boy's bottom when there was no
rubbery latex to get in the way. Hot sloppy fleshy muscles
pulling and squeezing against his slippery rod. Filling a
small rectum with his seed, leaving his calling card as he
called it, the proof that he and the boy were something more
than friends. There was no feeling quite like it. Going
unprotected, the incredible sense of power, of taking
possession of a young body, or afterwards when a boy was
docile, drained, dribbling out the fluid that had been put
inside him, and knowing they were closer because of it.

She examined him silently, almost disputing.

"You don't need to worry about it. Dyani's partner will
always use one if I have anything to do about it, Cynthia.
One might even say using adequate protection with any of my
boys is a condition of entry."

"A condom as a right of passage," Cynthia said affably.

Both of them knew what passage she was alluding to. Will
smiled, still thinking of making that passage with Dyani.
How much longer he would have to wait?

"Something like that. By the way, assuming you're right
about his friend, Alex, l'll should have a doctor look at him
just to make sure he's okay." Will stood up. "I guess I
better get the burgers on or we'll be eating in the dark."

He walked towards the grill, keeping an eye on Dyani. He was
still swimming laps. If he had slowed down at all since
getting into the pool, it was hard to tell. Definitely swim
team material. Definitely sexy. Hard to think about anything
else, especially after what Cynthia had said. Hard as steel.
Had she really asked whether he wanted to take Dyani to bed?



When it nearly was time to eat, Dyani scrambled from the pool
and joined Will by the barbecue. Hot fresh meat. Boy-filet
mignon, not minced beef. Ninety-nine percent lean meat,
probably not more than a handful of fat on his entire body
and most of that was on his bottom or his soft, pudgy pubic
mound. Boy dick shriveled to next to nothing. Just tiny
acorn-head, and that lacy collar with a faint brown line to
show where a doctor had used a Gomco clamp on him. Nuts like
a walnut, wrinkled and flattened with nothing more than tiny
swellings on either side to show where his balls were hanging
out.

Dyani coughed to get Will's attention away from where he was
staring. They exchanged a look. A long look with Dyani's dark
eyes, teasing, silently asking whether Will was enjoying
what he was staring at. Finally, when he could no longer
feast his eyes on the nude boy without appearing to be
leering, he used all of his willpower to look away.

"You're cool in the pool, Movie Brat," Will acclaimed.

He meant it too. Sleek naked seal-boy, swimming
effortlessly. Dyani Deere was comfortable in the water in
much the same way that Billy Sterling had been years earlier.
It was a pity that one of the studios wasn't doing a remake
of Tarzan. Dyani would make a great 'Boy', every bit the
equal of the Sheffield kid.

Will clumsily pressed slices of cheese onto the sizzling
burgers. His mind was elsewhere. That fabulous tapering boy
belly. Narrow bony hips and skinny legs with what appeared to
be almost a hand's thickness between his upper thighs.
Interesting to consider that possibility, stroking crinkled
boy-nuts with his thumb. He had a teenie weenie to be sure,
but he was still very much a boy. For the first time, Will
noticed that what he had earlier thought to be a dimple over
Dyani's dick was really a  fold of skin that formed from the
sides of his scrotum and curled around it like labia majora
would. Boy-pussy came to mind.

Dyani beamed, not knowing what to say, still breathless from
his swim. Seemingly not ashamed or showing off, but merely
standing still, watching Will put the finishing touches on
his dinner. Curious. He was oblivious, or rather seemed to
be, to the goose-flesh that pimpled his arms. He shivered
suddenly. Nervous or cold, there was no way of being sure.

"If you're cold, there are towels in the pool room. Right
over there." Will gestured.

He watched Dyani wander off. Little rounded butt,
deliciously pinched cheeks,  very much like Draven's bottom
before it was tanned. Pale, smooth, deeply creviced.
Enticing. Inviting. Longing to be inside. Watching until the
boy disappeared from sight.

A few seconds later Dyani reappeared. He grinned and quickly
wrapped a towel around his waist and then went over to join
his mother. Will's heart began to slow down again.









Ganymede's Zombie



1 oz unsweetened pineapple juice

1 fresh lime juice

1 fresh orange juice

1 tsp powdered sugar

1 oz apricot flavored brandy

2 oz light rum

2 oz gold rum

2 oz dark rum

1 oz Passion Fruit syrup

 oz 151-proof Demerara rum



Blend with  cup of ice to make one zombie. Do not share with
boy!