Date: Mon, 22 Mar 2004 11:52:13 -0800 (PST)
From: Ganymede
Subject: Movie Brat Chapter 9

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Movie Brat, by Ganymede



Chapter Nine



"....We're getting hot, L.A.. Hotter than hot as we cruise
into Satur-night! I've got a few calls going out for the
babes, so listen in. Sonny says hi to the joker, and he says
he'll be there tonight, so for what it's worth, he hopes
you're there. Way to go, Sonny. And Hoover is sending a
special hello to Pandy. Tonight's the night. You got that
right! And from what I've heard about the Hoover, I expect
it'll be something really good..."



Will smiled and made the effort to glance out the square side
window of the Hummer. It was either that or burst into
laughter. Hoover was Connor's aka, and the message was
simple. Eight-year-old Connor was about to get laid. Big
time too. Telling the whole world that tonight was the night.
He was going all the way. Lucky Emmett, the second half of
the Andy Pandy pair. Did he listen to 106.5? Connor was hot,
even for L.A. Hotter than hot, like Dyani Deere.  Imagining
the look on Emmett Anders face about now. Did Connor's mom
know? She probably did. Will barely heard the rest of it.

"... And there's one more. I'm not quite sure what this is
about, but it's from Be-be going out to Doe-eyes.  He says,
and I have to say this just right,... 'You, will, have
fun',... whatever that means. In case you haven't heard, Doe
Eyes is a dear. Pure silver, I'm told. He's the new guy in
town, and from what I hear, and this is from Be-be too,...
He, will, be going places. Okay, let's play some more tunes.
Here's one for the big remix party that's going down in two-
one-zip."

Will's eyes flicked to the rear vision mirror. Headphones
back on, no Gameboy in hand. Watching the overhead DVD-TV.
Dyani tuned out from the world. That was probably a good
thing, although he probably wouldn't have made the
connection between Draven and Be-be, even less for Doe Eyes
and himself. That Draven! Saying that on the radio. 'You,
Will, have fun.' Funny though, and just like him too. The
announcer went a bit too far using Dyani's surname like that.
He'd make a call on Monday morning, although he wasn't all
that surprised that Dyani had already been noticed. Emmett's
pool party was to blame. People talked when a  boy like Dyani
came into town. No surprise there!

But Connor Hewer was finally getting laid? Now, that was a
surprise, and it was going to happen at Eddie Ander's party.
So much for Connor's mother making him wait until he was
older, 'a few years at least'. What had happened to change
her mind? Maybe she realized that having Connor paired up
with Emmett was the best thing that could happen to her son.
Connor couldn't have a better lover. His career was made for
the next four or five years if it lasted. He hoped Emmett was
careful, although there was no need to worry about that.
Emmett knew what to do. Connor wasn't the first boy he had
deflowered. So many questions though, like where? Imagining
the scene in the bedroom. They'd start of sucking of course,
because that Connor's expertise, but then the deflowering
would follow.

Again, Will's eyes drifted to the mirror, checking out 'Doe-
eyes'. Right on the money. Sexy boy, sitting there in the
back seat. Big, dark,  moody eyes. Wearing that hot shirt his
mother bought for him earlier in the day. Screaming sex.
'Fuck me' all but written all over  it. Bold. Audacious.
Ardent too, because it shrieked passion on the boil. Red and
yellow flames burning up from a line around the waist where
it might have been tucked beneath his shorts, but wasn't. The
implication clear. He was 'burning' below. Hot! Horny! Boy
dick on fire. Or maybe at the other end, from all the
friction from earlier that morning. Then, back to the
mirror, meeting Dyani's too-sexy eyes once more, crinkling
with mirth that dared not break out as a giggle. Just one
glance and Will started  thinking about the afternoon again,
and again, and again. It was all he could do to concentrate
on driving in the freeway traffic. Taking I-10 almost due
east, towards LA. Joining the exodus away from the setting
sun.

 After lunch, which wasn't bad, he took Dyani onto the pier.
It was the world's best free entertainment because there
were boys everywhere, but none of them could compare to the
boy beside him. More than an hour in the Playland Arcade.
Like a hormone check for boys, with 200 games. Draven was
more skilled, but Dyani had more fun at losing money. Nothing
but a grin. Playing Star Wars, Rolling Extreme, and the Grid
until Will managed to talk him into doing the Grand Prix.
Giggling together because 'Grand Prix' could so easily be
made to sound like 'grand pricks'. It was an awesome game
that was nearly as much fun as driving Will's Ferrari. Then,
putting the movie brat on the junior-sized Harley Davidson
just for kicks. Getting hard when Dyani posed like a young
James Dean. Hard to believe he was only ten! Exchanging eyes,
both knowing they'd be having sex later that night.

They met Cynthia at the Carousel, still laughing, Dyani
talking nonstop about the fun they had. Meeting Cynthia's
eyes, appreciating that she was on his side more than ever
before. Dyani's dad was on the way out. Will eagerly stepped
up to the plate, more than ready to hit another home run with
her son. Dyani and Will had become inseparable.

The  Carousel was vintage amusement park, a nearly 90-year-
old landmark with historic class, although the actual merry-
go-round was long since replaced. Will loved the Byzantine-
Moorish style of the Looff Hippodrome , which was reason
alone to go, but more than that, it was a movie icon for
directors and writers.  There, amid the elegant fantasy of
painted ponies and chariots, brilliant lights, brass poles,
and reflecting mirrors, people fell in love. It was all Will
could do not to kiss Dyani as he lifted him up onto a horse
they named 'Black Beauty', ebony gloss with bright red
leather. Will's horse was dappled and just a little bit
taller. Hair blowing back, constantly looking, sharing
laughs.

From there, it was time for Dyani to choose. Either they went
to the aquarium, or Pacific Park. Forgone conclusion. Bumper
cars beckoned. Forget education. It was like driving the
Hummer, Will thought. He smashed into Dyani's car and pushed
him in circles, showing him who was boss, and then took off
with Cynthia in hot pursuit. The protective mother-hen,
except when it came to fucking her son. Three times on the
bumper cars, then on to the roller coaster. Cynthia sat it
out. Will and Doe-eyes had a great time. Holding hands in the
line, like father and son. Thumbs locked together,
whispering about nothing that could have been said aloud.
For Will, it was like driving fast in the  512 M, foot to the
floor, engine screaming, pulling G-forces at every turn.
Dyani held onto his hand and they both lifted up whenever the
momentum peaked. Shrieking with laughter, tears in the eyes.
Over too soon.

Getting out of the cramped car with shaky legs, Will
recognized a director from one of the big name studios. He
had ridden two cars behind them and he had his three sons in
tow. Evenly spaced from eight to eleven, but none of them
were particularly cute, not even the youngest. None were
worth a second look, none of them knew their father fucked
boys like themselves. Will introduced Dyani and observed
'the look'. It was just as he expected. Intense attraction,
obviously desiring, eager to try out the new merchandise,
almost sinister the way he smiled and shook Dyani's hand.
Pure pedophile in any person's lingo. Mostly talking about
Freeman's 'big' project, a version of the Dicken's Christmas
classic. Instructing Will to 'shoot over his best under-
twelve candidates for casting to look at'. Freemen always
acted the big man in Tinsel Town. Nodding at Dyani. Not
taking his eyes off movie brat for more than a second. Saying
what he was thinking. 'Him too'. He might be able to find a
special part for Dyani, with a wink-wink at Will to make sure
he got the all-too-obvious point.

As soon as they parted, Dyani asked Will why the man looked
at him so strangely. Will told him the truth, not because he
wanted to make Dyani aware that he was sexually desirable,
but because he wasn't sure about anything any more.

Red faced, they went back to Cynthia. The last ride of the
day was the Ferris wheel. Pennsylvania bridge builder,
George W. Ferris's contribution to the love of boys. Fond
memories there. Watching the sunset with Draven. No better
place to be with a boy at sunset, although sunset was still
several hours away. It was small compared to some, reaching
130 feet or so, but the view over the Pacific Ocean was
unequaled.  Three people could have squashed in one of the
cars, but Cynthia graciously offered to ride the next one.
Will and Dyani alone again. Not a soul to hear them, and if
they leaned back, no one could see them once they started on
the way up. Yet, with all that that privacy, nothing happened
for the first minute. Then, Dyani smiled. Sexy boy smile.
Dark eyes alive with mystery.

"No one can see us up here," he observed.

"Except the seagulls."

Dyani giggled and  leaned against Will. Will's arm slipped
around his shoulders and held him close. Getting higher in
increments as the Ferris wheel loaded up. Still a long way
from the top.

"You want to make out, Movie Brat?" Will asked, thinking the
chance was about one in ten, but hoping for better odds.
"Everyone does," he added.

Dyani turned, closing his eyes and offering his puckered-up,
'I'm-ready-to-be-kissed' lips. Will didn't hesitate longer
than it look to wet his lips. His appetite was whetted
already, had been since they'd made out in the back of the
Hummer. Then, Dyani had tasted himself, his most intimate
self, when Will's tongue went into his mouth. They kissed
tenderly, like lovers who spent their lives together, not a
man and a boy who were hungry for sex. Will's grasp
tightened, bringing Dyani further into his embrace. Using
his tongue deeply, then sucking on Doe-eyes' tongue in
return. Moving their lips together, wet,  slippery, glowing
with passion. Kissing until they could barely stand the urge
to do more.

"All this kissing is making my dick hard," Dyani giggled
nervously.

"No surprise there, huh?" Will observed breathlessly. "So is
mine"

The mutual invitation to touch was obvious and both man and
boy complied with the unspoken request. Will's hand cupped
over Dyani's crotch even as Dyani reached out his own small
hand and tried to cover Will's engorged bulge. His fingers
crept higher until he squeezed the swollen knob. Squirmy boy
fingers massaging solid flesh beneath two layers of cloth.
Will's fingers were met with less resistance. Just a single
layer of thin salt-encrusted swim shorts. Feeling the stubby
boy-stick underneath. Squeezing on the tip. Easing his
fingers in the soft mound of boy-balls. Hard to feel anything
there, but rubbing gently anyway. They sighed together.

Sun hot on their faces even with the ocean breeze. The view
was enough to distract even the most passionate of lovers.
They gazed out to the distant horizon, then to the sides
where the beach and ocean joined in white surf. Tens of
thousands of people, if not more, for as far as the eye could
see. Will craned his neck over the side and looked down.
There, far below, he saw three wheelchairs waiting next in
line at the loading point. He smiled. Settling back into the
cocoon of the car, safe from view. Almost at the top of the
wheel. Reaching for the cord at Dyani's navel. Pulling the
strings despite Dyani's hesitation. Hushing him. Hurrying.
Dyani wriggling his hips. Will tugging on the shorts.
Exposing private parts. Then, leaning down. Not wasting any
time. Kissing Dyani's dick. Slobbering over the undersized
morsel of maleness. Hard as a nail. Licking tiny boy-balls.
Working his tongue into the fleshy sides of the want-to-be
pussy. Absorbing boy. All boy. Beautiful boy. Head singing
thrill unlike another.

Dyani giggled and pushed Will's head away. Shaking,
grinning, but still denying Will his snack of boy-flesh.
Before Will had a chance to react, Dyani took the initiative.
There, high above the Pacific Ocean, 'Movie Brat' unfastened
Will's zipper. He reached inside, hurriedly pushing past the
second layer. Finding Will's cock with his small strong
hand. Will helped him get it out. Both trembling with the
thrill of doing something bad. Giggling boy. About to do what
Will had done to him only a few moments before. Leaning down,
opening his mouth wide, so wide his jaws ached. Taking it
inside. Closing his eyes as he pushed steadily down. Feeling
it slide between his lips. Using his tongue to keep it back
until it was wet. Then, breathing through his nose, he went
down. Down the way that Alex liked, the way that Alex wanted.
Reprise of a few months before, down in the basement, Alex
standing with his hands on his hips, impatiently waiting
while Dyani was busy. Sucking adolescent dick for the second
last time. Hearing the floor creak while his mother worked in
the kitchen. Not caring. Hairs tickling his nose. Gulping
down fluid as Alex yanked up his zipper.

Only with a determined effort could Dyani go all the way
down. Down until his nose was buried in Will's clothes. Not
much hair there. Inhaling with difficulty at first until he
became used to the huge man-thing lodged in the back of his
mouth. A little bit further before he gagged and quickly
pulled back.

Will's hands caressed Dyani's tousled dark hair. Not
believing. Not daring to believe it was really happening.
Getting sucked off by Dyani Deere at the top of the Santa
Monica Pier Ferris Wheel. People were in great abundance
that Saturday afternoon, but they were 130 feet below. None
of them could see Dyani's head moving slowly up and down. It
was all that Will could do not to thrust up and meet Dyani's
head on the way back down. He fought the impulse, quivering
with excitement, filled with longing to ejaculate inside
Dyani once again. Who cared if it was front or back?

For a moment, Dyani tilted his head at an awkward angle and
glanced sideways up at Will. Smirking around Will's cock,
glistening wet, with only the head between his well-
stretched lips. Then, back to work, sliding down, all the way
down, pushing Will's cock into the start of his throat.  No,
further than that, because Will felt the pressure, the slick
heat clamping around his cock head for a moment. Throat
fucking pressure. Then, up and down. Bobbing head. Fingers
teasing, caressing Will's saliva-covered organ. Still not
believing. All of it a dream that was too good to be true.
Again, down all the way. Again and again. Bursting pressure.
How long had it been? A minute or two and Will was already
close to the edge. Going to come soon. Using his hands to
guide Dyani's head, lifting up, pushing back down. The
roller coaster moved and the cart swayed with a lurch, but
they barely noticed it.

At the very top now. Just Dyani and Will and a few high
flying seagulls. Sucking harder, faster, knowing exactly
what to do. Alex had taught him how to suck cock. From the
outset, Dyani liked doing that. It became even better when
Alex began to ejaculate watery semen. Dyani quickly learned
how to swallow more than just cock. Now, rapidly closing in
on the grand finale of the day. Getting ready for it by
swallowing, emptying his mouth of spit. Bobbing his head as
fast as he could, ignoring the ache in his neck, pounding his
tonsils onto cock-head, sensing Will was almost ready. Right
at the edge. Huge man-cock bulging, straining, throbbing
between Dyani's lips. Full expansion stage, balls pulling up
taut, trembling. Pulses starting deep inside. The cart
lurched again, starting on the descent. There might not be
time. Will's hands clamped Dyani's eyes, thrusting up,
jerking erratically as his cock spurted. Eight hours since
the morning?  A flood of thick white cream. One spurt after
the other, onto Dyani's palate. Gulping boy, trying to get it
all down where it belonged inside his belly. Dribbling out.
The last of it being sucked out.

Will gasped, still not believing as Dyani's lips slowly
retreated up the length of his cock. There, on the very end,
'Movie Brat' nursed. Kissing, suckling, still sucking to get
every last bit of Will's ejaculate. Shaking with the sheer
intensity of what he'd done, lips and tongue savoring the
taste that filled his mouth, inhaling deeply to refresh
lungs that had been deprived of oxygen for far too long.
Smirking at each other. Dyani's hand wiping across his slimy
wet lips again and again, because after his best effort, some
had still escaped. After that, the ride on the Ferris wheel
was boring.

Will came back to earth just in time to take the exit from I-
10 to 405 North. He settled down again, keeping a continuous
eye on 'Doe-eyes'. How well the nickname suited him? Just one
look at those eyes. Both trying hard not to smile or laugh
and give the game away. Of course, Cynthia suspected
something, but so far other than the raised eyebrow when they
joined her on the ground, she said nothing. Will glowed with
satisfaction. What had happened on the Ferris wheel with
Dyani was far more than he  hoped for. Sure, he'd kissed and
fondled lots of boys up there, looking out across the waves,
but never that. He'd never been sucked off up there, swinging
to and fro. It was the orgasm of all time as far as Will
Sterling was concerned. He felt drained, emptied of every
precious drop of reproductive fluid. His sperm were swimming
around inside Dyani's belly. His balls still ached, and it
had been more than half an hour since Dyani wiped the traces
of Will's semen from his lips. Afterwards,  on the downhill
side of loading up, they kissed again, stopping only when
they could be seen by people on the ground. There was barely
a taste, for very little had been left behind.

Will took the exit to West Sunset Boulevard, eyes flicking up
to the overhead mirror every few seconds, watching Dyani
smiling right behind him. Watching his boy playing with his
dick, because that was what he was doing. Hand in his lap,
fingers cupped, squeezing boy-nuts. Probably taking care of
the teenie weenie at the same time. Hard to tell without
looking around. Will cruised slower, keeping a good distance
back from the car in front, because his attention wasn't on
the road like it should have been. Glancing up to rear vision
mirror again and again to meet sensuous boy-eyes. Once too
often. Catching the movement of his other passenger suddenly
looking away and pretending she was interested in something
outside the car. Cynthia's expression was bland, but Will
could tell that she was interested in the otherwise silent
exchange between them. Will waited for close to a minute.

"I can only imagine what you two got up to on the Ferris
wheel," she remarked cooly.

"Mom!" Dyani almost shouted.

"Don't you go pretending innocence with me, young man," she
chided in good humor. "I know you better than that."

Will swallowed a laugh and tried not to smirk. Getting
anything past Cynthia Deere was next to impossible, but
especially so when it concerned her eldest son.

"Hey, who's up for another barbecue tonight?" he asked.

It was directed to either or both of them, with the intention
more of changing the subject  and less about discovering
dining preferences. Dyani nodded eagerly. Cynthia insisted
on doing everything else if Will did the barbecue part.

"So,... what did happen?" Cynthia pressed.

"Nothing!" Dyani answered.

"Nothing?"

"Nothing Mom," Dyani confirmed. "Nothing happened, did it
Sil?"

And then he giggled. Cynthia laughed. Will's face reddened
instantly.

"Oh for heaven's sake, Will. Don't go getting
embarrassed,... about nothing."

"I'm not embarrassed," Will protested even though he was
embarrassed.

"I wasn't born yesterday, you know," Cynthia added calmly.
"I can usually tell when my son's done something he
shouldn't."

Will wanted to tell her what happened between him and Dyani
was none of her business, but he thought better of it. She
was his mother, after all.

"Um,..."

He stopped to think before he spoke. Billy Sterling's
approach, learned by experience,  was that it was better to
tell some of the truth, rather than the whole truth and
nothing but the truth.

"Well, let's just say that things might have gotten a bit out
of hand, but if we stayed up there much longer we might have
had a problem."

Dyani snorted through his nose to stop himself from breaking
into laughter.

"Now you've really gotten me interested, Mr. Sterling. A bit
out of hand huh? That could mean a lot of things. Hmmm....
Now I really have to wonder. What on earth did you do, Dy?"
Cynthia asked sweetly. "You didn't suck his weenie did you?"

Will gulped. He didn't dare look into the mirror to see
Dyani's response. Humor her, do anything but admit to it,
reason argued. However, from the heat alone, Will realized
that his face was beet root colored. He might as well of said
'your son sucked my cock like a Hoover'.

"Oh my! You did!" Cynthia exclaimed, and then she smirked in
triumph because she had what she wanted. "You did that!
How,... how,... I mean....  What if someone saw you?"

Will managed a noncommittal shrug. It was the best that he
could do. Dyani was in the process of choking in the seat
behind him. Hard to tell if he was laughing or crying. After
a few seconds of no further response, Cynthia laughed.

"Well, I guess I'm really not all that surprised. Boys will
be boys,"she snickered. "I suppose I should be grateful that
things are working out so well."

Will nodded, not really believing that Cynthia Deere was so
open-minded. Handing Dyani to him on a platter. Usually, it
took a few months before a mother's negativity became
neutrality when it came to her son having sex with a man.
There were times in the past when some mothers had been
supportive, even encouraging, because they appreciated what
it took to be successful. Tinsel Town beckoned, and
restraint, morality, and inhibition went out the window.
However, the vast majority of parents preferred to leave
their sons' futures in Will's very competent hands and enjoy
their new-found wealth. 'Look the other way' and 'no
questions asked' were the rules they went by.

They were only a few minutes from Will's house in Brentwood
Hills when Cynthia raised the subject that Will had been
dreading.

"Will, I know this is probably much too early,..."

Will glanced at Cynthia and waited for her continue. There
was something gnawing at her. She had been moody since Will
and Dyani had left her waiting for them while they rode the
roller coaster.

"Will,... I was wondering how soon Dy can start
auditioning?"

Will knew what she really meant, even if Dyani didn't. His
hands tightened on the wheel. Choosing his words.

"Well,... Gary promised to have the portfolio first thing
next week," he muttered.

"I realize having the portfolio is important,..."

"It's very  important," Will stressed. "Most directors won't
do anything without it. We should get the video soon after
that."

"Couldn't,... um, he get an audition or something, I mean
some sort of exposure without it. I'm thinking along the
lines of that party that you took him to. I'd like him to
meet people like that Mr. Emmett,..."

"His name is Emmett Anders, Mom," Dyani interjected from
behind." And he's already got Connor, so it'd be a waste of
time."

How quickly the Hollywood babes accepted what was required
of them, Will thought. They all learned how to bend over and
spread their cheeks. The fast-track boys all did it, sooner
or later. Emmett and Connor. Draven and Eddie. Joey and
Aaron. The list was endless.

"I wasn't thinking of him in particular," Cynthia said
cooly. "Someone else perhaps, who's,... well unattached at
the moment. You know what I mean, Will."

"It's not a good idea to rush into things," Will countered.
"There are people who Dyani could meet. We ran into someone
today, for example," he offered. "Donny Freeman. He's a
director at Saturn Pictures. They make B-movies and some
second-rate made-for-TV stuff."

He hated the very idea of Dyani being with a man like that.
Any boy for that matter.  However, he still had a job to do.
There were times when Billy Sterling couldn't choose . He did
what he had to do. It wasn't always fun.

"Well, it would at least be a start, wouldn't it Will? I
mean,.... Dy has to start somewhere."

"But not at the bottom," Will said adamantly. "What's the
problem, Cynthia?" he demanded.

She soughed from her chest. "Damn him!" She shook her head
dejectedly. "I called Jeff while you were on the roller
coaster...."

"And?" Will prodded.

Cynthia rubbed her forehead, then her eyes. "It's,..." She
shook her head abruptly. "I don't want,... I never wanted it
to be this way. Dy,... he can't hear,... not this,..."

Will nodded. "Hey Movie Brat, put your headphones on and
crank the volume up will you."

"Huh?"

"Just do it," Will said in his take-control voice. He waited
until Dyani did what he was told, checking once in the rear
vision mirror to make sure. "What's up?"

"Jeff wants us home again, not at the end of the summer like
we'd planned, but right away."

"Damn him!" Will groaned.

"Damn him is right! It's his way of ruining everything
Dyani's worked for," she said morosely. "After all the years
he's put in getting ready."

Histrionics were on the way, but Will had to know. It sounded
bad, but from what he had heard so far about Dyani's father,
he doubted that the situation could become much worse in  the
Deere household.

"So what did he say?"

Cynthia didn't answer right away. Instead, she turned around
to make certain that Dyani couldn't overhear. Then, she
leaned closer to Will, her voice lowered to little more than
a whisper.

"He said,... Will, what he said, well it wasn't very
pleasant. He said I had to chose between taking care of Dy
out here in L.A., or taking care of my family back home,
because they were never going to move."

"I'm sure he didn't mean it like that," Will said in a
conciliatory way.

"He did. He meant what he said. Actually, what he said was
that I had to make a choice before the end of the week.
That's today," she added, "I told him he wasn't being
reasonable. It hasn't even been a week since we arrived. And
then,..." She struggled for a moment. "He called Dy a faggot,
Will. He said I'd saddled him with a faggot for a son."

Well that much was true, Will reflected. He was thinking
about 'hoover-mouth' giving him the best blow job of his
life. 130 feet up in the air. Or Bronco-boy that very
morning, riding his cock like he had done it all his life.
Faggot-boy for certain. Still, it made him angry that a man
could reject a wonderful boy like Dyani for something that
wasn't his fault.

 "He said that I was wasting my time and money, and that I
was ruining the lives of our other children to make up for my
screw-up. And Dyani,... Jeff said,... He said Dy's acting is
a joke. How could he say that? Dyani's incredibly talented.
Jeff knows it at well as I do."

Will wasn't surprised. It was all true. However, the
statement made him angry as well. Dyani had as much talent as
any boy he had ever seen in Hollywood, and he wasn't biased
when it came to assessing acting a boy's ability.  Not even
Dyani.

"So what he said basically is that I have to choose between
Dyani and him," Cynthia continued bitterly. "That's what it
comes down to, Will. If we don't return by this Wednesday,
then next week, he's filing for a divorce."

No surprise there, either. It was the ultimate power play,
but a Deere divorce had always been a possibility. Like
turning over  cards. Sooner or later the 'divorce' card would
be face up. It was much sooner than Will expected.

"If that's what he wants, then maybe you should just go back
home and forget it," Will suggested without meaning a word of
it.

Cynthia shook her head abruptly. "I will not ruin his
career," she said distinctly, adding further emphasis where
none was needed just to make her point.

She meant it too. Will had heard the same adamant tone from
other parents. He scratched his head. Tinsel Town dreams.
There was no chance of Dyani getting a big break in weeks,
let alone a few days. Hollywood wasn't fantasy-land, no
matter what people wanted to believe.

"I won't do that to him, Will. He's worked too hard," she
repeated. "I told Jeff,... um,... that we were close to
signing a contract," she added hesitantly

"Oh!"

"I wanted to see if that would change his mind."

"What did he say?" Will asked.

"He said if we had a signed contract by Wednesday morning, it
would be an issue to consider."

"Meaning what?" Will pressed.

"He wouldn't say, other than he might agree to Dyani staying
in L.A., maybe until the end of summer if it could be worked
out.  What it comes down to is he has to get a part right
away. I don't care what it is. Dyani has to prove it isn't a
waste of time for us being here."

Will nodded understandingly. "I could call around, I
suppose. There's a good chance he could get a role if,..."

"If what?"

Will breathed out. "Sometimes,..." He began, then stopped.
He didn't want to think about it, let alone talk about it.

"Please, Will? Everything depends on Dy getting work. If you
aren't going to help Dyani might as well start packing his
bags. Whatever happens, I have to be on the Wednesday flight
to Indianapolis."

Will had to say something. "Cynthia, there are some men in
L.A.,...They aren't the sort of people I want Dyani with, you
understand,..."

Again, Will stopped midstream, thinking ahead. Not wanting
to even consider the possibility. Nothing was worth Dyani
doing that. A porn star at ten! Having sex with men in front
of cheap video cameras. Even dogs. Doing vile disgusting
things to himself. Will shook his head. Not that! He wouldn't
allow Dyani to get involved, not even for the video-taped
movies that were exchanged between friends. Word would get
out. Dirty old men jacking off over Dyani. There was another
way, but even that gave him chills.

"There is something I could look into, I suppose."

Cynthia looked up quickly.

"Under certain conditions, shall we say, it might be
possible to organize something at short notice," he added
emptily. "Basically,...  well he'd be selling his body. But
there would be a contract. It would be a very minor role.
Maybe thirty or forty thousand dollars, max."

"You know someone who,..."

"We met someone today, actually. Donny Freeman."

"From the roller coaster? It sounds as if you don't like him
very much?"

"Like? Cynthia, it isn't a matter of liking or disliking. My
job as agent is to do what's in Dyani's best interest. I want
to get him the best possible deal. I appreciate your
situation, and I'll do everything to make it happen," Will
said flatly.

"This person,... You said he was a director, didn't you?"

"Yes. Not a very good one. His reputation sucks. He
specializes in TV movies. Most have been utter crap."

"But he could  sign Dyani at short notice?"

Will shrugged. "He as much as said so today."

Not telling Cynthia how the man had looked at her son with
devouring eyes, or how Freeman's voice intimated much more
than acting when he mentioned a special role for Dyani.

"It would mean setting him up with that Mormon asshole," he
added sourly.

"You don't like him, do you?" Cynthia asked again cynically.

 "I loathe him," Will admitted, his caustic tone barely
hiding his anger. "If you must know, he's the last person I
would want to see Dyani with."

"Why?"

"I'd rather not go into it." Will said flatly. "He's a
pervert."

"And you aren't?"

The sarcasm was unmistakable. Will winced inside. "Maybe I
am, Cynthia, but I've never deliberately hurt a boy," he said
in a pained voice.

"Oh!"

The truth was out. Will took a deep breath. Some sort of
explanation was needed. He didn't intend to go into the
intricacies of Donny Freeman's reputation.

"Donny likes to play games, Cynthia," he explained. "Mostly
mind games. He's something of a control freak when it comes
to boys."

"Oh? That isn't good," Cynthia agreed. Her optimism was
fading rapidly.

"It gets worse. Sometimes he uses alcohol or drugs to get
what he wants, Cynthia."

There had been times when Will used  'boy-mix' too, to get a
boy in the right mood. Viagra and Ecstasy dissolved in 7-up.
No inhibitions and a juvenile erection that wouldn't go
away. A couple of nights of all night sex with Draven easily
came to mind. Not that Draven's dick needed  much help in
staying erect, but they did it for kicks, to see if 'horn-
ade'  really made a difference in getting fucked. Will had
used it with a few other boys too, when they wanted to have
long, hard sex. Will glanced up to the mirror, realizing what
responsibility meant for the first time in his life.  He
wasn't self-righteous, but suddenly he was swayed by guilt.
Never again would he use drugs. Not with Dyani, not unless he
wanted to, and then they'd do it together. Maybe, not even
then. A boy like Dyani deserved respect.

"It also gets physical,... from what I've heard," Will
added, less reluctantly. "There was one boy who Freeman took
an interest in, Cynthia. He wasn't one of mine, thank God. He
ended up in the emergency room. It was about six months
back."

No need, or desire to explain what happened when a juvenile
sphincter was stressed beyond its natural limits. Not just a
few hairline fissures or the occasional hemorrhoids. A lot
of boys got those.

"Oh!"

"I'd rather Dyani had nothing to do with men like him." Will
Sterling, hypocrite, managed a weak sigh.

Cynthia appeared to understand. A minute passed. Will turned
right off Sunset and started up the hill. It wouldn't take
long before they were home. He didn't want to think about
Dyani leaving and going back to Indianapolis. Or worse,
spending the night with a man like that. He'd survive, and
after a day or two, he would be none the worse for it, but it
still wasn't worth it.

"Couldn't you keep an eye on him or something? Set some
ground rules?"

Will's head jerked around. Was she actually considering it?
Putting her son in a situation like that?

"You mean with Freeman?"

Cynthia managed an anemic nod. Her face was drained. Will
sensed her torment. The decision she had arrived at would
always cause her pain. In one of life's ironies, all she
wanted was the best for Dyani. There was no other choice.

"I suppose," Will ventured. "It might be arranged,... if
there was  no other way."

He reflected for a moment, glancing into the mirror to make
certain that Movie Brat was still watching the overhead
television.

"Cynthia, maybe it's time we were honest with each other."

"I thought we were." She sounded smug, but nervous.

"You haven't told me everything, have you?" Will tried to
make it sound non-threatening.

"What more would you like to know?" she asked sweetly,
disarmingly so.

"Dyani,... He's been sexually active for a long while,
hasn't he?" Will asked, again drawing on memories of the
morning, being fucked to exhaustion, or high above the pier,
swaying in the breeze and getting the best blow-job of his
life.

"Yes."

Simple honest, in-your-face truth. Nothing to hide.

"More than with the boy across the street, and?... The
theater director?" Will couldn't remember the man's name.

"Travis? No, just the two of them,... as far as I know. Oh,
and you now too, of course." She smiled after she said that,
holding something back.

"So what haven't you told me about Dyani Deere?" Will
prompted effortlessly.

Checking the mirror again to make sure Dyani wasn't
listening in to a conversation he wasn't supposed to hear.
Distant sounds of a familiar movie. A Billy Sterling classic
being played. A homemade DVD, thanks to some Hollywood
friends who celebrated Will's birthday in unusual ways. A
birthday cake with too many candles, a boy with a ribbon
around his middle and nothing else, and a DVD of a movie made
more than thirty years ago. Will had forgotten about leaving
his present in the Hummer. Cynthia smiled, more to herself
than to express any amusement to Will.

"I told you about Dy and Alex, the time when I overhead them
on the walkie talkie?"

"Yeah," Will answered, and waited.

"I don't know for sure, but it probably wasn't the first time
they did it...." There was a long pause. "And it certainly
wasn't the last," Cynthia snickered.

Smug again. Conceited, superior mother who knew her son's
failings all too well.

"Okay?"

"They used to play in the basement all the time," Cynthia
continued. "So,... I er,... I guess I got suspicious.
Anyway, I put our spare crib monitor down there."

Will waited eagerly. He was always fascinated by boys being
sexual. A crib monitor meant one-way sound. This was going to
be good.

"I worried about Dyani a lot back then. Mostly because of the
hormone shots he was getting. The doctor warned me that,...
well, that something might happen is the way he put it. I was
supposed to keep an eye on him. I put it under the couch at
first. We kept the old one down there rather than throw it
out.... It had holes, and we got it from my mother, but it
was good for the kids to play on. Jeff's going to finish the
basement off and make it into a playroom for the kids one
day.... It was the logical place."

Disjointed thoughts, spilling out of her head in the relief
of telling Will. No one else knew. Not her husband. Not
Dyani. Just Cynthia and Will.

"And?'

"I listened to them playing games with action figures for a
few days."

Will laughed. Cynthia had the makings of a script writer. "So
much for that idea. You moved it somewhere else, I suppose?"

"There was a little hidey hole they made to play in. It was
at the far end of the basement."

"Ah, and that was the den of pre-teen sin, I presume," Will
remarked as calmly as he could.

His mind raced ahead. So did his heart. Imagination and
adrenaline. Time to get hard. So close to home. Dreaming of
taking Dyani into his bedroom for a while. Getting naked.
Having sex while Cynthia got their dinner ready in the
kitchen. It was directly below the bedroom. Maybe she would
hear them, the mattress squeaking, the sound of sloppy boy
butt being fucked hard by a man. Maybe she had heard them
already while she was preparing breakfast.

"Exactly." Cynthia smirked.

"You listened to them having sex?"

"Did I ever? They were down there just about every day until
a few months ago. Alex has a girlfriend now, so I guess he
doesn't need Dyani. They were always at it, and when they
missed a day, they usually made up for it, if you know what I
mean," she added suggestively. "You wouldn't think that two
boys could be quite so inventive."

"Really?"

"It was quite an eye-opener, believe you me, Will. Well, an
ear-opener I suppose."

Then, an uncomfortable laugh, because it wasn't that funny,
feeling awkward, talking about eavesdropping on her son.
Listening in to him having sex. Growing up bent over and
parting his cheeks for a boy who was four years older. Sweaty
excitement, deep down excitement that came from talking like
that. Stopping to breathe for a while. Glad to get it off her
chest.

"Anyway, there I was, worrying about Dyani being taken
advantage of, and he was doing things,... even suggesting
things for them to try. It came as quite a shock."

"I can imagine," Will said quietly.

Slowing down for the curves. Glad he didn't have to change
gear manually. It would have  taken his mind off what he
would much rather be thinking about. He always enjoyed the
idea of boys having sex together. Experimenting.
Discovering. Learning how to enjoy with another boy. It was
how it was supposed to be.

"So now you see why I wasn't all that surprised when Dy gave
you a blow job this afternoon, Will," Cynthia said quietly.

The words didn't faze her. 'Blow job', spoken aloud by his
mother, as if it was nothing. Nothing at all for her ten-
year-old son to suck a man's cock.

"He did that all the time to Alex," shed added with a
disparaging leer that made Will feel  used.

"Oh!"

Thinking of his own little 'hoover-mouth' at the top of the
Ferris wheel. Sucking earnestly. Better than Connor. So much
better. Taking it deeper. Into his throat. Swallowing every
last drop at the end. Gulping it down into his taut little
belly. Slender, beautiful cock-sucking boy. Then, meeting
Will's eyes when he was finished, lips wet and shiny, and
showing appreciation for the thick slimy stuff that had gone
down his throat by moving his tongue around inside his mouth.

"I suppose I should have stopped it, Will, but he did seem to
be enjoying himself. I think part of it was the hormone
injections, but I think he was like that before they started.
Gay, I mean."

"He sounds a bit like Connor," Will ventured. "Starting so
young I mean," he added.

"He was certainly into it with Alex, that's for sure. They
used to steal some of my Crisco on the way to the basement. I
expect you know what they used that for?"

"It wouldn't be the first time boys used Crisco to go all the
way," Will agreed.

He didn't add that using grease wasn't the wisest thing to
do. Everything she had said made a lot more sense. Wondering
what Cynthia would say if he told her that Dyani fucked
himself senseless only that morning. He even managed to get
it inside his tight boy-ass while Will was asleep. He'd never
forget waking up to that incredible, hot pressure. And
Dyani's expression? Also unforgettable. A boy abandoned to
lust. A born who was born to be fucked by a man.

 "It does sounds like he wanted to do it, though. Am I
right?" Will asked, driving the point home that he wasn't a
pervert. Some boys wanted sex as much as their men.

 "Oh yes. Absolutely."

Understatement of the year. She knew Dyani was addicted to
getting his butt banged. No doubt about it, in Will's mind
either, not given what happened early that morning.

"Sometimes I think he was compensating too," she added
hesitantly.

"What for?" Will asked curiously, although it wasn't that
difficult to guess his motivation was more than a response to
testosterone shots.

"For his relationship with his father mostly. Jeff never did
show him much affection. I think it got worse after Dy began
treatment. It was the last straw for Jeff. It was like his
son really wasn't a boy. He went out of his way to avoid
dealing with Dyani. I'm not blaming Jeff, understand. I
blame myself, but he didn't make Dy's situation any easier."

Will didn't press the issue any further. He turned into his
drive and used the remote control to open the security gate.
The digital alarm system showed green like it always did.
Only one time was it red, and then it was because a stray
bird entered the house through an open window. He drove up
the switch-back drive deep in thought about keeping Dyani in
L.A. By then, he had abandoned the idea of a quiet evening at
home, a barbecue dinner, some skinny-dip swimming, followed
by spending the night having sex with Dyani. The decision to
do otherwise came remarkably easy.

"You awake back there, Movie Brat," Will called out.

"Uh huh?" Dyani answered as he removed his headphones. "Hey,
we're home!"

"Yeah, but only for a few minutes. We're going out tonight,
Babe."

"Where to?"

There was a cute little giggle on the end. Will loved that
sound. Dyani, happy and  feeling free. Always eager to play,
no matter what the game was.

" I'm taking you to a dance party at Eddie Ander's place in
Beverly Hills. When we get out, I want you to hustle
downstairs and get in the shower. I'll be along in a few
minutes. I need to make a phone call to get us officially re-
invited."

Will glanced at Cynthia. "There's no way I'm letting him go
without a fight," he said simply.

She smiled peculiarly, complacently, no longer the worried
mother look. The situation was where it belonged, in Will
Sterling's competent hands.

"Letting who go without a fight?" Dyani chirped from the rear
seat.

"I'll tell you later," Will explained, still looking at
Dyani's mother.

Wondering if he'd been trapped. Because that was how he felt.
He no longer had control of the situation. She was setting
the rules and playing the strings, and he was a marionette
who danced at her command.

"It's time he started meeting people anyway," Will said by
way of explanation.

"Will that Freeman person be there?" Cynthia asked abruptly.
Just making sure. She was trying her best to stay calm and
collected, but inside she was frazzled.

"Donny? Yeah, maybe."

Will peeked up in the mirror, knowing 'maybe' was
'certainly', but he wasn't going to say it. A fleeting look
at Dyani Deere. Big beautiful doe-eyes. There were some
things that a man had to do. Why lie about it?

"More than likely," he added honestly.

"Just get Dyani some work, Will." Then, reinforcing her
position. "Whatever it takes. He's depending on you."