Date: Mon, 16 Jun 2008 20:00:04 -0500
From: George Gauthier <georgegauthier@verizonmail.com>
Subject: Jungle Boy 5

					Jungle Boy 5
					by GGDC

Author's Note: This is a tale of a young exhibitionist in Hollywood and his
utterly improbable adventures in the movie business. It is set a couple of
decades in the future when research and vigorous public health measures
have eradicated STD's, and social norms have evolved along trends visible
today. It is the fifth and final installment in the saga of actor Jason
Eberly.

It contains graphic descriptions of the male human body and of sexual
activity between adult males, the youngest of whom is twenty years old. It
depicts scenes of consensual and non-consensual sexual activity, bondage
and submission. The tale refers briefly to the ancient Greek myth of the
Trojan youth Ganymede, celebrated in art and poetry as one of the four
great paramours of Zeus. He would have been about fourteen or fifteen years
old.

The use of words or terms like 'boy', 'teen', 'youth', 'lad', etc, are to
identify gender only and do not mean that the characters are underage.

If any of this would offend a reader, proceed no further. This is not
intended for persons younger than an age where they may freely and legally
select their reading matter in whatever jurisdiction that applies.

It is offered for entertainment. Much of what follows is light-hearted,
some a little less so. This last tale in the saga is less dark than its
predecessors. If it manages to both amuse and to provoke prurient interest,
it will have succeeded in its aim. Writing this tale has been the most fun
the author has had wearing clothes in a very long time. Well, since parts
one, two, three, and four.

It is entirely fictional, with no resemblance intended to any person living
or dead.  Occasional references by characters to well-known motion pictures
and actors and others in the movie business are simply to lend
verisimilitude to a tale about persons in show business. None of the real
people mentioned in passing is in any way part of the tale.  Neither the
author nor any of his heirs or assigns has any connection whatsoever to the
movies except as fans.

Before you ask, this is the last installment in the saga. I really don't
know where I could take him from here. Also, each new tale requires so much
more recapitulation than the previous one that it gets in the way of the
story line. I typically try to weave the exposition of the background into
conversations and interviews or in asides to the reader. I don't want to
start with a dry as dust summary of 'what has gone before'. Also, in this
final tale, I have tried to tie up all the loose plot threads from the
earlier tales. As a voracious reader myself, I don't like loose ends. I
thought I owed it to my readers, however few.

Like the character Ganymede, cupbearer to the gods of Ancient Greece whom
he plays in the last movie described in this saga, I would like to think
that Jason Eberly lives on eternally youthful, to the extent my poor prose
or any writer's can keep a character alive in the minds of readers or on
the pages of a book. I have enjoyed my time with him, discovering his
tale. Yes, I really mean discovering, because I myself did not know, as I
started each tale, just where it was going or how it would end. I wrote
them to find out. I never plot out my stories, I just let them flow from
the keyboard, as it were. I hope you too look on my young protagonist as
someone you yourselves would like to meet or even to be. As his creator, I
certainly do.

All rights reserved.

				Chapter 1 Late Night Show

Jason, listened excitedly as the announcer introduced him as the next guest
on a popular late evening show.

"Tonight's guest is a young Hollywood star whose breakout success in the
last three years dates from his very first appearance on our broadcast. A
big round of applause for Jason Eberly."

Jason stepped through the curtain, nodded to the studio audience, tossing
his blond locks, and took his seat on the couch across the desk from the
host of the long running show, talk-meister Hal Browder.

Browder usually launched right into the confrontational style that had made
him rich and famous. This time he smiled benignly at the slender young man
next to him and directly addressed the studio and movie audiences.

"Everyone knows that on this show we like to puncture the balloons of
celebrities who are just too full of themselves, of which there is no
shortage in this town certainly, folks who need taking down a peg. I admit
that we took the same tactic with young Jason here in the first of his
three appearances on our show. I would like here and now to say that I am
sorry if we made you squirm a bit there on camera, Jason, but you have to
admit that ultimately it was the making of your career. Wasn't it?"

The young actor grinned ruefully. What Browder called making him squirm was
nothing less than outing him on national television. Jason had already made
four moderately successful pictures wearing skimpy costumes like a G-string
and feathers for a picture of high adventure set in the Amazon rain
forest. The hungry young actor was willing to go before the camera wearing
very little or even nothing at all. It helped that he was something of an
exhibitionist.

Browder had revealed that Jason frequented a notorious nudie beach and kept
in shape by running cross country -- bare foot and bare ass no less-- on
trails in the clothing-optional state park nearby. Having titillated his
audience, Browder then turned up the screws when he mentioned that candid
photos of Jason's training regime showed he had no body hair anywhere on
his trim physique, not even at the um... fork of his legs. Why had he
permanently depilated all hair from the neck down, Browder had inquired,
then sprung his own headline grabbing answer.

"Why? Isn't it because you're a shameless bottom boy, a little pussy-boy
faggot?  And before you answer, look at some of these photos, which we
cannot show on TV, but which are being posted to our website even as we
speak."

Jason had been sure that at nineteen he was finished in the movie
business. Actually he had won the sympathy of much of the audience. Jason's
sheer physical beauty made it easy to forgive him any lapses. The young man
was a compact blond bombshell standing only one-inch over five and a half
feet (170 cm) and just 126 pounds (57 kg). Jason's physical beauty and
athleticism made him a standout. Being outed as gay was no real surprise to
many of his fans who had either suspected or hoped it was true. Although
not very tall, his body was incredibly toned, taut, and trim with a
surprisingly muscular upper storey for a runner. Add in pretty boy good
looks, killer abs and an all-over tan, he was poetry in motion. The camera
loved him. Directors often used slo-mo shots to show off Jason's
athleticism and raw animal appeal.

Jason's build was the evolutionary ideal of the lean frame of man the
primitive hunter who stalked or ran his prey down on the open
savannah. Primitive man was a natural runner but with enough upper body
strength to drive a spear into the heart of a two ton beast. That was
Jason: muscle, bone, sinew the perfect physique between the extremes of the
overweight and the bodybuilder. In face and form he was like one of
illustrator Oliver "Zach" Frey's boys come to life, perhaps a little
thinner, though just as cute.

"On our second interview, after your first monster hit, we partially made
up for that bit of humiliation by tagging you with the nickname that
everyone calls your actor persona: Jungle Boy.  [enthusiastic applause]
Here you are--six pictures later, four of them in the hugely successful
Jungle Boy series. How about giving us, myself, my crew, and our writers
too a round of applause from you?"

Chuckling, Jason complied. The man had a point after all. JB1 was a remake
of an old movie about a white man in Africa stripped naked and given a
chance to run for his life.  In that one, Jason's young colonial
administrator was chased half-way across French Equatorial Africa. No coy
camera angles either. The camera showed everything from front and back, no
obscuring vegetation or strategically placed boulders, the full monty. JB2
had the young actor as an ex Navy SEAL on a mission of revenge closing in
on his foe wearing a brief loincloth and armed only with a K-bar. JB3 was
Jason's sarong picture, because the only garment in his wardrobe was a
colorful sarong which he wore for about half his scenes. The rest of the
time, whether pearl diving, windsurfing, and in captivity found him
entirely naked. JB4 was a film noir masquerading as a pirate movie, with
Jason's secret agent spying out the hidden anchorage of the buccaneers,
clad this time in an even briefer loincloth than in JB2, that is when he
had anything on at all. He was nude for his two swimming scenes and
especially for his notorious rape by the pirates.

"Your latest couple of pictures were a real change of pace isn't that so
Jason?" [nod]. "First you played a sympathetic Billy the Kid in a Western
shoot-em-up and then, in a contemporary setting, you were a vicious killer
in a remake of that old movie about an unscrupulous fortune hunter."

Scripted with an explicit gay angle the plot showed how his character
seduced a rich young man into agreeing to marriage, then killed him when
the young heir discovered the truth. He then took up with the heir's
younger brother...

"You did a hell of a job on that one, disproving any lingering skeptics who
thought all you were was a pretty face."

Actually a famous director had once dismissed the young actor with the
memorable phrase: "Blond boy, pretty face, killer abs, nice ass with talent
to match". He later graciously reversed that severe judgment.

"Of course we all know our guest's compelling personal story of privation
and captivity."

Jason had been kidnapped no less than three times, first by revolutionaries
seeking a ransom of five million dollars. The second time, Jason fell into
the clutches of an oriental potentate who turned him over to slave trainers
with orders to break his will and transform him into a docile sex
slave. Finally he was kidnapped by the leader of a mad cult on Haiti
combining voodoo and Maoist political ideology who used him sexually in
every conceivable way and came close to cutting his heart out as a
sacrifice to their pagan gods.

Jason became famous as the young man whose character and grit had seen him
through it all. His plight got through to his first captor, a tired
revolutionary ashamed finally of the tortures he had had inflicted on the
boy to pressure the studio into paying up fast. He had come to see Jason as
very much like the young man his own sons might have become, had they
lived. Don Vasquez eventually shot his charismatic leader and freed the
young man to return to his life and career, a gesture that eventually led
to national reconciliation. Next, Jason was rescued from the Sultan of
Zuqaat by a team from Marine Force Recon aided by Jason's lover, ex-marine
Hank Altobello. Also in the rescue party was Navy corpsman Johnny Simpson a
gay sailor who later became their friend and lover. The third tme on Haiti
involved both Hank and Johnny plus Jason's pal and bodyguard Danny Wilson,
fellow runner and bed mate too. All three lovers took part in the
mission. Jason's real life adventures rivaled those in his movies.

Jason had also faced real privation in other ways. He stayed in character
on the African picture remaining naked throughout the shoot just like the
young man he portrayed. He had reasoned that this would inspire his
performance, as indeed it did. His deliberate 'mortification of the flesh'
had given him a much better understanding than the scriptwriters ever had
about the plight of a young white man runnning naked in the jungle. You
really got a different perspective living naked and barefoot in the
boondocks.

His feet, though toughened from a couple of years of running barefoot, took
a beating. He had stepped on rotting logs, stones, shells and glass earning
sixteen stitches and half a dozen stubbed toes. He had bruised his ass on a
split tree trunk and got a splinter in the other cheek from a crate. Once
he sat down on a rough rock ledge and caught his balls in a vice then
rocked back and forth in agony holding himself till the pain subsided, with
the crew looking on with expressions of polite concern.

He came thorugh a lightning storm, several encounters with snakes, other
injuries, a near drowning in a river crossing, and a heartbreaking incident
when he ran headlong through elephant grass leaving him badly slashed. The
next day he forced himself to finish that scene. His performance was
utterly convincing.  Studio cameras and amateur video recorded his
experiences. Much of this footage was included in the customary 'Making
Of...' video.

Jason had even saved a fellow actor felled by heat stroke. Luckily Jason
was on hand to counter the notion advanced by ignorant members of the crew
that the thing to do was to covering the victim with a blanket and 'make
him comfortable'. That really would have killed the man. With heat stroke
you have to get core body temperature down fast with ice or cool water if
you have it or even by pissing on the victim. With no time to lose and not
inclined to argue anyway Jason simply dragged the man into a nearby stream,
fending off two bigger men who came at him with a stick and tried to stop
him. They weren't going to take orders from 'some bare ass pansy faggot'.

During the incident, the camera kept rolling and the resulting video was
startling. It showed little Jason Eberly, all of 128 pounds and stark
naked, dragging a man who outweighed almost two-to-one for 150 meters while
fending off 'rescuers' who outweighed him more than three-to-one, and one
of them had a stick, and he used it. Jason dropped them with well-placed
kicks, having learned savatte for his role. Jason was a genuine hero. The
incident and the dramatic video sealed the young actor's bond with the
crew. You had only to watch it to see a small naked youth become a
man. Maybe Jason was flighty and naughty, and you couldn't keep him in a
pair of pants, but the kid had grit.

Amateur video showed that he had not gone all Hollywood nor developed a bad
attitude. Just the opposite. On location he did his own scut work, got his
hands dirty, dug holes for his own bodily waste and covered it each time
with earth to keep down odors and flies so as not to offend others. He
readily dug latrines for others who were busy setting up while he had
nothing to do but wait. Away from camp they too needed a place to take a
dump. Why sit idly by just because he was the 'star'? Between takes they
didn't need him, and he didn't look much then like a movie star
anyway. Small in stature, slender, naked, hairless, sweaty, dusty, slapping
at bugs, he bent to his task more like a native servant boy than one of the
movie crew. There wasn't a phony or arrogant bone in his body. His
character, courage, and accomplishments has won him universal respect.

"I'm betting that your convincing performance as a killer owed something to
the fact that you have actually killed three men that we know about."
Browder continued.

Seeing the Sultan shoot Hank in the chest, Jason had struck him with a last
ditch move that felled him instantly. Luckily Hank was OK thanks to body
armor. Jason took out the high priest with a machete. The arrogant priest
had killed many men with a blade before but none was armed, and Jason had
trained with a sword master for his movie role.

"In fact all of you, you and your lovers have all killed their man. Isn't
that true?"

With their pictures displayed one by one on the big studio screen he
related Hank's combat record and the way he took out a sentry in Zuggat and
several hostiles in Haiti. Johnny Simpson won a Silver Star for gallantry
in action, saving a man's life and killing an enemy with a K-bar to the
heart. Danny Wilson fought off three of the eight Haitian kidnappers,
killing one and crippling two, one of whom he captured. His interrogation
helped them track down the lair of the cult where he shot several more.

"I know you all have some martial arts training too. Somehow I don't think
the four of you have to worry much about gay bashing." [thunderous
approbation from the audience, heavily infiltrated by Jason's gay fans]

"It's nice to see you tonight in those tropical weight slacks and polo
shirt, sandals even. A change of pace wouldn't you say from your usual
attire?"

When downtown Jason favored sarongs and a tight tank top with flip flops on
his feet. Around the neighborhood he went barefoot without a top wearing
just a low slung sarong or jeans with holes at the knees and hanging so low
on his hips as to show most of his ass. Folks would have seen most of his
pubic hair if he had any. He was practically begging for some gutsy fan to
depants him. It had actually happened twice.

It did not take too long for fans to figure out that snatching the sarong
off Jason's hips was even easier than depantsing him. After one such
incident a nice lady lent Jason her silk kerchief and kept it ever
afterwards in her boudoir. She fancied she could still smell him on the
cloth that had once touched him so intimately. Since Jason had
inadvertently leaked a bit seminal fluid as he held the almost sheer cloth
across his hips, perhaps she could.  With cameras everywhere these days,
lucky bystanders and security types got to sell their footage to TV news,
web media, bloggers, etc. Jason became nearly as famous for his
misadventures off camera as for his movies.

"So what's with the way you usually dress? I understand those skimpy
costumes on set, but don't you think all this bare skin a bit daring?"

"Well, I like the way it makes me feel, the way I look. So do lots of other
people -- to judge by my fan mail. Some people say I am just an
exhibitonist. There's a lot of truth to that, I admit, though I think the
best description is a technical term from the science of ethology... "

"Meaning the study of the characteristics of different peoples."

"No, that's ethNology. Ethology, no 'n', is the science of animal
behavior. The term I meant is 'courtship display'." [polite chuckles]

Self-deprecating humor was almost a necessity for a guest on the
show. Browder told himself never to underestimate the actor's intelligence
again.

"You're obviously very well read especially for somone with just a high
school education."

"Actually I have more than thirty credits toward my degree mostly from
advanced placement tests."

>From his omnivorous reading Jason already knew more history, geography,
science, and literature than many a college graduate. Speaking three
languages, he already had met his foreign language requirement. The rest of
his credits he would take on line.

So far Jason had acquitted himself well in the interview. After a break for
some messages, the TV host resumed the interview.

The big screen showed footage of Jason's townhouse including the lanai out
back with its small Japanese fountain and simple plantings. The camera
panned to reveal the unobstructed sight lines neighbors had into the lanai,
even passersby on a footpath. The screen showed candid shots of Jason
relaxing out back, unselfconsciously naked sunning and reading, all taken
from the back for television but further shots were available on their web
site. Jason had recently renovated the house to better accommodate Johnny
Simpson as a full-time member of their mŽnage ˆ quatre. His hitch in
the Navy was almost up. He would soon start cross-training for a career as
an EMT. The TV audience saw how a wall had been knocked down between two
bedrooms to accommodate a super-size futon set on a platform in a nearly
Japanese ambiance. Jason preferred simplicity and clean lines.

"So Jason, not to pry or anything, but I understand that all four of you
will be sleeping in the same bed?" [naughty titters from the audience]. "No
top sheet and all four lovers together then?"

"We'll none of us snores so it works out." [big smile]

"I don't suppose any of you wear pajamas?" [more titters in the audience]

"Just Hank and just pajama pants."

"Well I suppose there is something to say for variety."

"I never get bored, if that's what you mean, Hal. I wouldn't admit it if I
did. I'd get spanked for it tonight." [Chuckles]

"Actually, I understand you get spanked rather a lot at home anyway."
[Titters]

That left Jason temporarily speechless. Who was feeding this man his
information. Jason had joked about the spanking, though it happened more
often than he would care to admit on TV.  His lovers often said a reddened
rump indicated Jason was getting aroused. Browder continued with his
questioning.

"I gather you are in the middle, like in a sandwich."

Jason laughed and wagged his finger in warning. Browder was back to his old
tricks. The audience was delighted. Where was this line of questioning
going. What was the punch line the host was setting his guest up for?

"OK, you can all fit on that futon and sleep together, but otherwise, for
well, lovemaking, don't you have to pair off?"

"Not necessarily."

"So they take turns with you then? Like musical chairs?"

Shaking his head, Jason gave him the only response he honestly could.

"Not necessarily."

Impishly his host asked. "So they go at you two at a time. My oh my."

The audience was giggling hysterically.

"That still leaves one guy left out, doesn't it?  I mean.... and I guess we
can say this on late night televison, anatomically, you have only two, er
orifices..."

The audience had tears in their eyes now, they were laughing so hard.

"So Jason, there has to be an odd man out, no?"

Hinting at a double penetration, Jason slapped his rump lightly with both
hands, he smiled and said. "Not necessarily!"

The audience roared with laughter and came to their feet for a standing
ovation.

				Chapter 2. Story Conference

Movie producer Marty Fletcher looked up with a grin as his favorite actor
Jason Eberly breezed into his office. Still twenty-two, the young man had
made ten pictures with him in the last three and a half years -- all money
makers especially the last six.

"Look who's here" he said to director Jim Nicholls, Leon Potter, production
chief for the studio, and Ed Veronese, Jason's agent. They were meeting to
pick stories for their next few pictures. Jason had a five picture deal now
with a nice percent of the gross.

"Hi Jason," Nicholls grinned, looking him over. The young man was dressed
in one of his trademark low slung sarongs of blue silk and a tight nearly
sheer white tank top showing off his tiny red nipples.  The gap between the
bottom hem, cut off at the waist, and the top of the sarong was more than
the span of his small hand, highlighting a jeweled piercing in his navel.
Flip flops, a gold pirate ring in one ear, and a thin gold neck chain
completed the ensemble.

"Great job on that talk show last night, kid. I'd say you won hands down!"

"Actually it was a win-win situation. Browder's show got mentioned that
morning on every chat show. Even better, all his rival talk meisters will
have to mention his show tonight if only to parody it. There's no such
thing as bad publicity..."

"... as long as they spell your name right", they concluded in chorus.

"And they also mentioned your upcoming appearance on Saturday Night Live",
Veronese noted with satisfaction. "Though Lord knows what skits those
devious minds are preparing for you!"

Jason basked in their approprobation.

Potter also mentioned that Jason's biopic, now in preproduction, would soon
shoot a series of interviews with Jason's colleagues and intimates.  A
semi-documentary it would cover the first five years of Jason's career
including the rest of the current year. Released to art houses and to TV,
it would use clips from all his movies, the Making Of videos, interviews,
amateur video shot by crew and members of the public. With Jason's
permission they would include clips from the comedy striptease video the
actor had made for his lovers and selected friends at a birthday party in a
gay restaurant. He had stripped down to a fig leaf for laughs, danced
around the table swaying his hips, then calmly took a chair, plopping his
shapely rump on the seat and had a bite to eat, as if nothing were
unusual. Jason liked it casual, didn't he, and he certainly didn't believe
in the upper-crusty habit of dressing for dinner.

The film editors even had torture clips from the disk the Central American
revolutionaries had sent with their demand for ransom. There was also that
captured footage of slave training scenes from Zuqqat. Unfortunately all
they had from Haiti was some grainy surveillance video, mostly in infrared,
from autonomous or remotely operated infiltration drones. Shaped like a
small snake or even a large insect, these devices had provided the Marines
with last minute intel on enemy dispositions just before the attack. Yes,
it was a delicate issue, but could Jason do a few scenes re-enacting those
events?

Jason bristled at the suggestion that he relieve his horrendous experiences
on Haiti, then let go of his anger. These movie veterans had launched and
directed his career. They were men he very much liked, respected, and
trusted. They had gone far together. So, OK, he would do it. He wouldn't
like it much, but Jason was a real trouper and he knew those re-enactments
were, dramatically at least, a good idea. They would use clips from Jason's
erotic film short 'Sacrament' to illustrate what the Haitian cult had
called 'offering his sexuality to their gods'. Jason wouldn't mind in the
least re-enacting his clash with the High Priest which left the fiend
emasculated and bleeding to death. Jason had made a quick psychological
recovery from his ordeal. The fact that he had killed the man with his own
hands had been therapeutically cathartic.

And just to show he was getting into the spirit of things, Jason also
volunteered video of his Christmas visit to Hank's folks in Buffalo,
NY. That hilarious incident was already legendary among his fans, but all
that was publicly available were a few stills. Jason and Hank were staying
with his aunt, just across the street from Hank's folks, because she had
the room, so they might as well take that big upstairs bedroom. No, they
would not bother her with their... enthusiasm. She was going a little deaf
anyway, and her own room was in the back overlooking her beloved garden.

Came the day and Jason was a slug-a-bed. Sorry but, sunny out or not, just
let him snuggle beneath the covers, and no, he didn't want to get out of
bed and stand on the balcony to welcome neighborhood carolers. Hank would
not be denied. His family made up the majority of the two dozen
singers. Hank threw off the covers, yanked the recalcitrant lad out by an
ankle, dragged him over to the french windows, flung the doors open, picked
the wildly kicking youth up in his arms, and dropped him into a deep snow
drift below, ignoring Jason's tremulous wail.

"Hellllp!"

Pandemonium! Poor Jason disappeared from sight except from Hank's overhead
view. Then he surfaced like a porpoise shooting up out of the sea, only
much noisier. Cameras were already rolling in expectation of an appearance
by the celebrity in their midst, their very own Enrico's beautiful 'amante'
(lover, boy friend). The naked lad floundered and yelled hardly knowing
which way to turn. Never mind he was suddenly naked in public. That snow
was cold! Onlookers were laughing so hard they could not have lent a hand
even if they had been so minded. The few cooler heads among them knew
better than to stop filming. The show must go on!

As Jason scrambled to the front porch he was met by Hank who engulfed him
in a thick quilt and embraced him. No, he wouldn't let the blond youth
inside. The singers must have their due. Of course his lover's feet were
cold, why hadn't Hank realized it. Just let Jason put his feet atop Hank's
slipper-clad size fourteens. So turning his captive lover to face the
carolers Enrico nodded for them to proceed.

Two stills were published in the next day's paper: a naked boy,
recognizably Jason Eberly, caught in mid-fall dropping from the sky. That
one was captioned 'A visit from Santa's helper'. The other was of the
lovers in their embrace, Jason, teeth obviously chattering, mixed emotions
on his face, a protective smile on Hank's as he nuzzled his cheek to the
boy's. That still was labeled 'What gifts Christmas brings'. It became a
favorite download from Jason's web site.

None of the video was released, a sort of apology from Hank to his
lover. Apology maybe, but while everyone else was having a good time, under
that quilt Jason had snow packed in his ass crack! Still Jason was always a
good sport, and the make-up sex that night was worth all the travail.

"Terrific, and we'll definitely use a bit from that sequence in the
trailer. Hey, maybe we should try putting this picture on 600 screens, not
just the art houses?" Potter

Well, maybe allowed without enthusiasm. Potter also mentioned that the
Spanish language version of their gay remake of 'A Kiss Before Dying' was
doing big box office in all 21 Spanish speaking countries and in selected
markets in the US. Shot simultaneously with the English language version
and on the same sets, it was a scene-for-scene duplicate of their
script. Jason's fluent Spanish had won applause from his Hispanic fans. One
of the other two principals also did the Spanish version; the third major
role of the younger brother was taken by a Mexican actor.

They finally decided on two definite projects. First up was a ghost story,
with Jason playing a go-go dancer living in a spooky old mansion long since
turned into a rooming house. Potter had snapped up a good script making the
rounds. A horror flick was almost mandatory for a young actor's
resume. Hollywood and the fans just loved to see movies about young people,
in various stages of undress, at the mercy of some slasher or eldritch
horror. These flicks were quick and cheap to make so were unusually
lucrative.  Filming could begin locally in two weeks, no need to go abroad.

"You know I'd like to play a slasher myself someday, maybe in a spoof?"
Jason added.

The second idea had no script, but it was more original. This would be a
genre-bender, a combination of a two different movie genres: a mythological
setting, very much in vogue these days, with a hard boiled detective
story. Jason would play Dan Ganymede. Yes, that Ganymede, one of the
paramours of Zeus or Jove or Jupiter, immortalized by Galileo in the names
of the four largest moons of the planet Jupiter. Ganymede was originally a
prince of Troy a thousand years before the events of the Iliad. His
youthful physique, displayed as he disported naked in the fields, caught
Zeus's roving eye. Taking the form of an eagle, he literally swooped down
on the lad, carried him off to a mountain top, transformed back to human
form, and ravished him. The king of the gods, realizing he must have this
delightful boy with him always, granted him the boon of eternal youth,
appointing him to be cupbearer to the gods.

The premise of the movie is that four thousand years later, the Greek gods
persisted in the shadows. Originally incorporeal beings from another solar
system, they drew psychic energy harmlessly from their believers. They had
originally taken human form to relate to the only intelligent species on
this out of the way planet. Then they discovered the joys of physical
sensation and pleasure, especially the pleasures of the table and of the
bed. They had been able to maintain their unearthly powers long after the
disappearance of their cult from the trickle of 'belief' derived from their
persisting myths and legends.

Here in modern times, Hollywood productions over decades had spread their
legends to every land. World population was over seven billion now, easily
a dozen times what it was the the days of ancient Greece. The power of the
Hellenic deities was thus on the rise, but the gods themselves were under
threat from an unknown quarter. As Dan Ganymede, Zeus's secret agent among
mortals, Jason would follow every lead to reveal the awful truth. Zeus had
allowed the youth to age a very few years so he looked late teens and could
plausibly claim very early twenties. A man can go where a boy may not.

Jason agreed, smiling ruefully.

"Okay I get it: another on-screen 'ravishing'. Plus scenes of the
delightful youth nude on the exercise ground. Or bearing nectar in goblets
to his fellow immortals dressed probably in nothing more than a flower at
his right ear. And thank you Jim Nicholls for pointing out that,
uncircumcised as I am, my ... uh physique is totally authentic for the
period. Yeah."

"I guess they'll have to darken my hair so I look more like an ancient
Greek." Jason lamented.

"Nope" Fletcher assured him, "You can keep your blond locks, kid. Ganymede
was not a Greek but a Trojan and famously blond."

"Really?"

"Look it up." Well Jason would but for further background. Fletcher was
known as a stickler for verisimilitude.

So this Ganymede was four thousand years old, eh. OK Jason could do
that. He had almost objected right off that, as he heard the story, the
Trojan youth had been in his early teens, a beardless youth, in the
tradition of ancient Greek pedophilia. Jason looked younger than his
twenty-two years. Short, slender, almost beardless himself, his body
completely devoid of hair even at the fork of his legs, he could easily
pass for late teens. Particularly with his usual floppy top hair style; you
saw a tousled twink not a young man of twenty-two. But not fourteen or
fifteen.

On his return home Jason threw off his clothes. SOP for him. There was a
reason the sign of his walk warned callers that his town house was a
clothing optional zone. If you rang, you could hardly complain when the
door was opened by a youthful male utterly unconcerned about his nudity. No
coy peeking around the door either, Jason swung it wide, displaying himself
in all his boyish glory.

				Chapter 3. On Location

Six months later, with the go go dancer movie already in the can and in
post production, Jason went on location to film the mythological scenes for
his genre bender picture. The crew had already filmed all the urban scenes
of action and film noirish intrigue. Jason was really enthusiastic about
his character. Maybe they could do a real sequel. His four Jungle Boy
pictures all had different main characters. The series had real legs. He
thought this series could go on to become a franchise, four or five
pictures, at least.

He liked the idea of playing an immortal -- eternally youthful with
enhanced strength, reflexes, and sensory abilities, invulnerable to
disease, quick to heal from injury. Centuries even millennia of practice
and experience raised Ganymede's combat skills to a peak no mere human
could reach, especially with his doubled strength and speed. His long life
had given him insight into human psychology and an ability to read people'
faces and body language which was useful in detective work. Ganymede had
all sorts of skills to help in his exploits. He was a master with the blade
or in unarmed combat, a dead shot, spoke more than twenty living languages,
was the world's greatest escape artist (small size helps there), could pick
locks, forge signatures, mimic voices and accents, track and trail prey,
navigate by the stars and the sun, in short every survival skill
imaginable.

Too bad he could not fly or transform like the gods, but he could always
call on Zeus for help or for a little fire support. Nothing like a thunder
bolt to take the starch out of an opponent.

The first movie had introduced not only the Greek gods, but their hidden
enemies, the gods of the Norse. It was they, a faction of their own
extra-terrestrial species, who threatened the power of the Greek
gods. Egged on by the Norns, the thunder god Thor led the nefarious effort
while Odin was temporarily absent from Asgard, their hidden lair in
Norway. Ganymede was only a demigod and overmatched in power, but he
finally managed to turn the tables thanks to timely help from Loki the
trickster god of the Norse who was smitten with the cupbearer to the Greek
gods. His dark good looks contrasted nicely with Jason's own sunnier
tones. Think the youthful Rob Lowe of "St. Elmo's Fire" paired with Ryan
Philippe in "White Squall". That bare ass chase in the snow and their
torrid love scene in the cave was Jason's gift to his gay fans.

The Greek gods had their own turncoat, Artemis, known as Diana to the
Romans. She was the goddess of forests and hills and of the hunt. Although
often depicted carrying a bow and arrows, she also wielded the Lasso of
Truth, a mythical weapon also called the Magic Lasso or the Golden
Lasso. It forces anyone it captures to obey whatever orders are given them
and to tell the truth. The public knows it better from the old Wonder Woman
comics.

The magic lasso readily suggested bondage and discipline. This had great
appeal to the Jason's female fans, speaking to the dominatrix in all of
them. They could readily relate to a female beauty who had no qualms about
subduing a beautiful lad she fancied, never no mind he preferred his own
gender. Artemis caught the lad emerging nude from a swim in a forest
pool. A toss of the lariat and as the loop settled around her captive's
neck, like a slave collar, he became a docile though unwilling slave to her
designs. He followed her meekly to her bower, where she ravished the lad.

Jason thought his love scene with Artemis was easily among his very best
work. Doing a love scene with a guy was easy. He could 'phone it in' as
they say in Hollywood. Making love on screen to a buxom female and making
it look hot took a high order of professionalism. Jason had to look aroused
but dismayed that the magic of the lasso commanded not only his actions but
his lusts as well. Talk about falling hopelessly in love. Such was poor
Ganymede's fate as the divine femme fatale had her way with him.

Jason's fans loved to see him captured in his movies then stripped,
humiliated, and abused. Too bad that after she raped him, they couldn't
just have Artemis circle his cock and balls with a loop of the lariat like
a cock ring and lead Ganymede around that way, as she showed off her
conquest around Mt. Olympus or Los Angeles. That was deemed just a little
too graphic even in these liberated times. Fans did chortle at the guilty
look on Ganymede's face the next time sexy Loki took his lover to bed.

In any event the utterly helpless and abject submission of her nude young
captive under the influence of the lasso made his ultimate escape and
turning of the tables just that much more enjoyable. Both Jason's gay fans
and his female admirers could watch and revisit their favorite scenes in
his movie.

The duel of the rival gods would appeal to the fourteen year old boy in all
fans of action movies with lots of spectacular special effects. Red-haired
Thor was the Norse Thunder God and wielded the short-handled war hammer,
Mjolnir. Thrown at a target, it smashed and crushed only to spring
magically back to the hand of its owner. Mjolnir also has the power to
throw lightning bolts. To help wield Mjolnir, Thor wears the belt
Megingjord, which boosts the wearer's already prodigious strength and a
pair of iron gloves, Jarn Griepr, to power the hammer. Zeus was the king of
the Greek gods and wielded a pretty mean thunderbolt himself, and he didn't
need any magical instrumentality to do it with either. Zeus himself was
magical, and his lightning bolts practically electrocuted his rival god,
turning Thor's iron gloves and belt red hot. The Norse god had to strip
them off and throw them into a snow bank to let them cool off. In the end,
Thor recovered the belt and gloves undamaged, chastened by the
encounter. An obvious set up for a sequel.

For all the mythological trappings, the movie was an unabashed film
noir. Jason chortled at the thought of how he had finally got a chance to
play a shootout scene they way it really should be played. All those times
in the movies he had watched a bad guy get cornered and grab a female
hostage, telling the hero to throw his gun down or the girl dies. And the
hero always did. Not this time. Dan Ganymede was not such a fool as to
disarm himself.

"Throw your gun down or the girl dies."

"So? Better her than me. Nothing personal, Miss."

Then when the bad guy tried to get past him anyway, using the girl as a
shield, Ganymede had taken him out with a head shot, shaking his head sadly
at the foolishness of it all.

"Now Sven. Did you really think a big strapping fellow like yourself could
hide behind a little slip of a girl like that?"

He hoped lines like this would go down in movie history like some of Eli
Wallach's bad guy lines in classics like 'The Magnificent Seven'. He always
chortled at the scene where the bandit chief Calvera first confronts the
seven gunslingers. Stalling for time while his riders move into position he
addresses his men philosophically, more in sorrow than in anger:

"Generosity... that was my first mistake. I leave these people a little bit
extra, and then they hire these men to make trouble. It just goes to show
you, sooner or later, you must answer for every good deed."

The Russian River area was standing in for the lands of the ancient world,
both Greece and Phrygia in Asia Minor where Ganymede first encounters the
king of the gods. The stunning scenery of the region had been the backdrop
for countless porno films and more than a few theatrical movies. Also on
hand were his bodyguard Danny Wilson. Hank Altobello had stopped off
overnight. His company had an assignment with a rival production not far
away.

While the crew was setting up, the young star found a grassy spot in the
sun to stretch and do his daily yoga exercises. These lent suppleness to
his form. It was also great training for athletic sex with his three
lovers. He was nude as usual for yoga and anyway that is what today's
script called for. Today he would be carried off and ravished by mighty
Zeus, played by a thirtyish actor almost seven feet tall (210 cm) and of
startling musculature. The guy would bend him like a pretzel for realism in
the staged rape. Next to this giant, Jason did look fourteen.

As ever Jason's athleticism and raw animal appeal drew admiring
glances. Supple muscles moved under a sleek hairless hide as their boy bent
himself this way and that then held a dramatic pose. Danny thought the best
picture was when Jason was doing the arch with feet flat on the ground,
body bent backwards in a half circle resting on arms extended past the head
and then to the ground fingers pointing back to his feet.

This was a spectacular acrobat's position that displayed the human form in
a way not usually seen in the flesh. It left the hollowed belly and hips
topmost and vulnerable, head nearer to the ground, with feet and hands wide
apart for stability. The posture left the chest, armpits, groin unprotected
and vulnerable. Muscle bundles stood out on his shoulders, particularly the
deltoids and the quads. His buttocks clenched hard, the entire frame of the
slender male shaking a bit till he got himself centered and steady. How
striking the way his body narrowed at the waist between the rib cage and
the pert buttocks. His waist couldn't have been much more than 20 inches
(half a meter).

Just his breathing look sexy, the diaphragm moving up and down, ribs and
abs flexing, carrying the navel in the middle up and down. The boy's
breathing and his tremors showed that this was not some statue, though
there were many like it from antiquity. This was a young man full of life,
as evidenced by his respiration, twitching musculature, the perspiration
dripping off him or pooling at the navel, not to mention the unobstructed
display of the male generative organs at the fork of the legs where a flash
of light glinted from a thin gold chain circling but not confining the root
of his manhood, complementing a similar chain on the slender neck. Both
would come off when the director was ready for him.

Jason was gratified that his genitals didn't look all shriveled up like
with so many guys. His cock was smooth not gnarly with purple veins. Yes,
he still had his foreskin; it hung just past the tip of his cock head. Cock
and balls were reasonably large but he wouldn't be scaring the horses. The
smooth hairless scrotum was the size of a peach but with the divided
curvature of a plum and held close to the belly. It took both his small
hands to cover his erection, but only one when it was soft. That was just
fine when you ran cross country bare ass with your dangly bits bouncing
about.

A little while later Jason assumed another position easily as sexy as the
arch and much naughtier, a position that also let him avoid tan lines on
the bottom of his ass cheeks and the inside of his cleavage. He lay on his
back with legs swung over 180 degrees, feet behind his head, ankles crossed
to lock the limbs in place. His arms lay within the bow of the legs, with
elbows touching the inside tendons of the knees, forearms and wrists
resting on the under side of the upper thighs. This posture highlighted the
entire ass and flattened the ass crack to show the vulnerable hole at its
center. Just to tease his watching lovers, Jason dilated his crinkly brown
anal ring, opening a shadowed well into his fundament. Danny and Hank got
hard at the blatant display of the orifice they had explored so often, at
times in tandem, like last night for instance.

Well what could you expect, twenty-three years old last month, the
beautiful young man who had so enriched their existence was full of life,
full of the juices that made it glorious to be young. He loved being naked,
loved being admired, loved showing off his sexy body and displaying his sex
appeal. He loved to be touched everywhere especially intimately, though he
was careful not to offend with these displays of male pulchritude nor to
get into trouble with the law.

Anyway the laws on public nudity were changing. Some claimed it as civil
right, and there were even learned articles in the law journals. There were
lots of clothing optional beaches around now with nude beach volley ball
competitions. The larger parks had sections reserved for nude
sunbathing. At home Jason spent many hours in the lanai out back without
benefit of covering, reading or navigating the net, fully visible to
neighbors or passersby on the footpath back there. No big deal. No one
complained, and more than a few took pictures.

Just last month Danny and Jason had stayed a week with Danny's uncle on his
farm in the San Joaquin Valley. A childless widower, the older man was
lonely and looked forward to visits from his favorite nephew, and if Danny
wanted to bring along his famous boyfriend, so much the better. The farm
had nearly all its 640 acres in almonds and figs and even had a few olive
trees planted around the house mostly for the interesting shapes of their
trunks. There was also a large vegetable garden. The boys were happy to
pitch in: hoeing, weeding, pruning whatever. Jason found he liked farm
chores. It was deeply satisfying to tend to the plants, to make things
grow, to grub his hands in the soil piling dirt around celery stalks so
they would turn white. The lonely farmer saw how happy the two of them were
together; it lifted his spirits.

So what if the slender pretty-boy went about his chores naked. Didn't that
make a better snapshot, him kneeling on the ground, brown cheeks resting on
bare feet, lithe torso bent over, ribs and spinal bumps prominent as,
trowel in hand, he worked at his humble task firm muscles playing under the
skin. He looked so alive, a fine specimen of the human animal. Danny too,
just a couple of naked kids. His red headed nephew also had his shorts off
in a show of solidarity. They were working together side by side, building
memories that would last a lifetime. Once they laughed at a joke and bumped
shoulders. Then came that special moment when the blond youth turned to
look at the camera, flashing a dazzling smile from his open and honest
face. And those green eyes, the color of growing things. A real beauty that
one, the old man thought. A beauty of face, of form, and of soul.

He was glad his nephew had found love with Jason, not to mention those
other two lovers. Highly unorthodox, of course. He had blushed as he
watched that TV show poke fun at their sleeping arrangements: the four of
them slept unclothed in one bed; the little blond might get it from all
three simultaneously! And they talked about it on TV. What was this world
coming to! Oh what the hell, the relationship seemed to be working,
thriving in fact. Danny and that Navy boy had been together with Jason
nearly two years now and that big frogman had been the blond's lover for
three.

How delightful the scene as, chores complete, the boys raced to the creek
to skinny dip in its warm waters. How good it was to hear their banter and
their laughter. He felt young again.

This land had been in their family for four generations. Danny was his
heir. His Martha had always loved Danny too; he was the son they wished
they'd had themselves. The uncle had made his arrangements. Most of the
land would be protected by a conservation easement as long as it was kept
as a working farm. Danny would become a gentleman farmer. Guaranteed open
space would boost the value of the quarter section he would make available
for development, not outright, but earning an annual ground rent. This
would keep most of the land as a working farm with low taxes, and yield
more than enough profit to provide the boy with a substantial income. The
entire parcel was worth millions if sold outright.

The farmer had heard about how that visual quiz for Jason's fans on an
unofficial web site. Anyone could pick his face out of a line up. Try
picking his ass out of a photo array, especially from pictures never seen
before in public. Amazingly Jason's attributes were by now so well known
that more visitors could recognize Jason's rump than the face of the
vice-president. That is when the critics in the culture wars knew their
cause was lost.

Incredible that someone so unlikely as this nude boyfriend of Danny's had
been the catalyst for the betterment of two small countries. The peace
settlement in Alturas was holding, reforms proceeding apace. General Ramon
was now the president, his brother and former foe Don Vasquez his minister
of development. Their brother the archbishop had administered the oath of
office with the matriarch of the family looking on, grateful for the turn
of events that began with the blond boy's abduction that had given their
country solid hope for a better future and united their family once
again. Give them thirty years, and they would be another success story like
Finland, Estonia, or Slovenia.

The Sultan of Zuqqat had studied how countries like Bhutan and Botswana had
managed social and economic change and bettered the lot of their
people. Even his older brother, self-indulgent though he had been, had
agreed that theirs would not become a gold rush or boom town with all the
tawdry development that entails. He would not let his small population be
overrun by immigrants looking for the main chance like the Gulf emirates,
nor put too much strain on their environment. Tourism was fine up to a
point, but they did not want a bus-boy culture either.

It would be some time before it was clear just what vocation the small
state would have in the world economy, once the natural gas ran out in
fifty years, but the Sultan was determined that his people would work for a
living, not just rely on dividends from the country's large and growing
sovereign wealth fund. That was for investment, not consumption. He spent
the money on primary and secondary education and technical schools to
upgrade Zuqqat's human capital and on improved ports, fiber optic
connections among all the islands, solar and ocean wave electric power
stations, and solar desalinization plants to upgrade their physical
capital. Tight contract provisions ensured that native staff would be
taught to maintain and repair these installations.

Zuqqat needed moderate and sustainable development, not a building
boom. When the time eventually came for Hassan to meet his god, he would
stand fearlessly before him and say that he had been a good shepherd of his
people and a just ruler. He even started a consultative assembly, a Majlis,
as a first tentative step to democratization, though Hassan was too wise
and cautious to throw the fate of his small country into the hands of
possibly grasping and corrupt politicians -- as had happened in other
countries. No, for the foreseeable future the crown would be the ultimate
guarantor of social peace and economic development.

Although some had tried to use little Waqqub's intimate relationship with
the monarch to influence the government, the former harem boy had wisely
decided that he would never try to influence policy. His occasional
physical liaisons with his kindly sovereign would never interfere with good
governance. Waqqub always informed the Sultan of attempts to suborn his
influence. After word got around that you could expect a visit and a stern
warning from the security forces, those unwelcome approaches
ended. Hassan's second wife, his first having died in childbirth, gave her
whole hearted endorsement to his ties to the former joy boy. Together as
allies rather than rivals, they would ensure the happiness and emotional
stability of their country's sovereign, the decent man they both
loved. Waqqub's boyfriend Gamal was equally understanding.

Not only was the young actor godfather to two small countries, he had
agreed to bless his mother with grandchildren of her own--anonymously as a
sperm donor. She would never dandle the kids on her knee, but she would
know they were out there. In truth, the one thing Jason ever felt guilty
about being gay was not passing his fine genes on to the next
generation. Now children yet unborn would have the advantage of good looks,
good health, intelligence, and an outgoing personality. He had done his
duty by the human race.

Over the next few years, Marie Eberly would wind up with more grandchildren
than she had counted on. It did not take long for hopeful mothers to break
the code of anonymity around donor number 37298. Let's see, donor is 22
years old as of this year, below average height, slender build, blond hair
and green eyes, looks well above average, stunning really, excellent
athlete, and an actor by profession, and yes, for the sake of full
disclosure, a homosexual with exhibitionist tendencies.

Maybe it was better their paternity was known. At least when the
half-siblings grew up they would not unwittingly pair off. The mothers
eventually formed an association, and Jason's mother tracked the progress
of her grandchildren from a distance. Yes, she was pleased, but no, please
don't call granny for baby sitting. Jason's business manager had a private
investigator discreetly monitor the women to head off possible fortune
hunters. The children's biological father would soon be worth tens of
millions of dollars. Jason was often carefree, but he wasn't stupid.

The gay mogul who had provided his ransom in Alturas even prevailed on
Jason to donate a DNA sample so that someday, perhaps by the end of the
century, their clones could enjoy a second life as contemporaries. It
wouldn't be them of course. Clones are different people just like identical
twins, but some part of them both would live on. A foundation and an escrow
fund would give the two a nice start in life, came the day the technology
was reliable.

				Chapter 4. Lost and Found

Ganymede and Zeus looked terrific in the scene where the mighty god
ravishes the Trojan prince. Their choreographed 'fight' emphasized how
gamely the lad fought though fruitlessly, as he must have known, to avoid
impalement on Zeus's divine member. Jason's athleticism and his fellow
actor's size and strength meant that Jason could put real effort into the
prince's hopeless struggles. No question about it, he actually was
helpless.

Jason was a good actor and he made his supporting player look good too,
playing the scene with just the right touch of camp.

No, no. Please, help!"

"No one can help you, not all the soldiers in your father's army. I am the
king of the gods. [Cue a thunderclap] You would do well to yield yourself
to me. Resistance is futile."

"Please Lord Zeus, do not ravish me this way. You are huge; I'm so small,
just a kid. It would kill me!"

"Nonsense my lovely youth. Just I can transform into an eagle I can ensure
my manhood will not rip you, not quite, though I could easily do so, if
carried away by passion or anger at your refusal."

"I am afraid, my lord."

"As well you should be, for I can be severe when crossed. Never fear that I
will injure you permanently. Even if the worst happened, I could simply
heal you and start over. From experience with countless lads over the
centuries, I know that you will enjoy it. You may also find it to your
advantage."

"Very well, Lord Zeus, take me as you will, then afterwards we can discuss
how you may reward me."

For Ganymede was a lively lad and quick on the uptake. Once once his
natural fears for his physical integrity were relieved, he was not at all
averse to a fling with a god. The worst that could happen was that he would
have bragging rights for the rest of his life.

Zeus, or Harry to his friends, was a married man with two kids, but beauty
is where you find it, and this kid was hot! He asked his costar if maybe
they could get it on for real -- in a discreet location of course. He gave
Jason's shoulders a squeeze then ran a hand down the youth's belly,
playfully poking a finger in his navel. Jason had not worn a modesty pouch
since it was his rear end that had been in closest contact with the giant's
anatomy. Only acting yes, but if you didn't know that Zeus wore a modesty
pouch in that scene, you would swear he had pronged his costar. As it was,
the big man's hands had been all over the smaller male, on nipples, belly,
ass, and gripping his hips to hold him steady for his thrusts. Their kisses
had been sweet because their tongues had dueled together in the youth's
mouth.

Jason was aware of the hopes he often aroused in others. He knew that his
behavior made some think him a cock tease. He did not think so himself, at
least not in the usual sense. He appreciated his physical beauty and knew
how important it was for his professional and personal success. Hollywood
sold sex appeal. He delivered it on screen. He gave value for value to his
millions of fans, but obviously his relationship with fans was essentially
a fantasy. People he met in real life often got their hopes up. That was
only natural. He did not blame them in the least, but he expected them not
to blame them if he did not reciprocate.

Sometimes attraction was not reciprocal. So it was with Harry.

"I'm really sorry Zeus, er Harry, but it's just that... well you're not my
type. Sorry."

"Too big and too scary, I get that a lot. No hard feelings. Besides from
the way your boyfriend Danny is looking daggers at me, maybe not too
healthy either. No secret he is a killer, just like you. Did you guys ever
add up the number of men you've killed? No, don't answer; it's not a fair
question, just a disappointed man's attempt at a joke."

"No problemo. I do admire your size and strength, but...what's that
line..." and in a falsetto added "I don't like a man with too many
muscles..."

With a chuckle the muscleman said: "OK kid, I'll let you get back with Brad
over there" showing he had picked up on the reference to the camp classic
'The Rocky Horror Picture Show'.

Feeling so small next to Zeus reminded Jason of the recent good news from
Zuqqat. The little joy boy Waqqub who had helped with Jason's rescue had
started a successful restaurant catering to well off tourists. Most of the
other pleasure boys were in on it with him. They worked as waiters or
kitchen staff or office staff with Waqqub himself, just turned nineteen, as
the maitre d' offering a fusion of local cuisine with French and Thai. The
big selling point, besides the fine dining, was the ambiance.

Installed in a rent free wing of the royal palace with a separate entrance
on the main commercial street of the capital, the restaurant offered diners
a harem atmosphere attended by houri boys in sarongs. (Think Hooters with
male rumps as the curves of choice.) The nude houri boy dancers were an
especial favorite of the patrons particular when, after their performances,
they wove their way among the tables, letting diners stroke their sweaty
bodies. A great solution for these youngsters, offering them careers in 'a
different segment of the hospitality business', as Waqqub called it. The
crown, that is Hassan, had put up the money to get the business started as
partial reparations for his brother's excesses.

The boys also attended school in their off hours, and the crown had set
aside funds for scholarships to the local university or technical schools
for boys who had the aptitude and interest. Naturally they would be
expected to major in practical subjects that would advance their country's
development. Hassan had fulfilled his promise to Waqqub to give his
brother's pleasure boys a chance at a normal life.

When filming was over Jason mentioned that he would go for running for
maybe an hour. Would Danny come with him? Sure.

"Not like that, Danny. Like me."

Danny laughed and shucked his clothing. Although not the stunning beauty
his lover was, Danny was very attractive in his own right. The redhead
stood five inches taller than the blond boy at just under six feet (182
cm). He had a strong but lean build. As befits his Irish heritage he had a
milky complexion with just a dusting of freckles, though very few on his
face. His body was naturally hairless on chest, arms, and legs. He had got
his armpit hair removed and kept his pubic hair short with a clipper which
he had trimmed to a small triangle. Below that, his scrotum and ass were
bare.

After all his time with Jason, he had no problem running without
clothing. Danny liked to think they made a fine looking couple on their
runs. Even dressed Jason made heads turn in a double take from people who
wondered how anyone could be so good looking. Danny made eyes widen in
appraisal. He exuded good health and good genes. Each in his own way
provoked lust in his onlookers: the blond too pretty to credit, the red
head handsome in a cute boyish way.

Danny did not have as much experience at running unshod as Jason, but he
would go barefoot today as well. They started off together then the path
narrowed through trees and boulders. Danny let his blond lover pull ahead a
few strides. It gave him a chance to watch Jason's buttocks flex as he
ran. Somehow Danny never tired of the sight. That boy had the tightest buns
in creation, tanned and dimpled and flexing enough to make a monk break his
vows of chastity. Too bad then when Danny put his heel down on a pebble and
got a bone bruise.

He would have to drop out. They hadn't gone far and anyway Danny could take
a shortcut back. It would not be a long jog. He would be just fine. Why
waste this opportunity though. They were alone in the woods, like naked
savages in the forest primeval. No accouterments of civilization: no
clothing no gear, and at this moment no shame. Jason pushed Danny against a
low boulder making the taller boy sit down. Then with a mischievous twinkle
in his eye he started kissing him. Danny got into the spirit of things
quickly, kissing and mouthing Jason's nipples.

"No, me first" said Jason as his lips and tongue kissed and licked a trail
down the redhead's torso.

Danny's excitement was obvious. This was so wild. They were deep in the
woods, mating like denizens of the forest, whenever and wherever the mood
came upon them. Being with Jason was such a turn on. When he was in the
mood Jason was utterly uninhibited. Gods, how the smaller boy tongued his
balls and cock, licking, tasting, smelling. Jason loved to snuffle in his
lover's short hairs and to strain them with his teeth. That was the only
reason Danny still had anything down there. Jason paused to spit out a hair
stuck in his teeth. His look said disgusted, but his stiff penis said
aroused.  Danny wasn't fooled. Jason got off of the carnality of it all.

Indeed Jason loved to play with his boyfriend's balls, hefting them,
rolling them in his fingers, tugging gently on the sack, rubbing its smooth
covering between his fingers. Then it was time for mouth and tongue to join
in. How good it felt to run his tongue over the ridged skin.  If the
engorged cock was the instrument of masculinity, the testicles were the
source, producing both the seed and the hormones that were the chemical
basis of desire, and indeed where what turned a human embryo into a male in
the first place. Jason sucked one ball into his mouth and rolled it around
with his tongue, then he played with the other. Somehow he managed to get
both in together, puffing out his cheeks.

"You look like a greedy chipmunk down there, Jase" Danny laughed.

With the blond boy worshipping on his knees, all the stimulation to his
cock soon came to its logical conclusion as Jason swallowed Danny's
essence. Afterwards, they reversed positions. Next Danny lay Jason belly
down on the boulder and took him from behind, all the while pinching his
ass or tickling him, calling him a shameless boy for the way he had lured
Danny into the woods not for a run at all but to seduce him. After they
climaxed together, Danny lay over the lithe form of his lover, still joined
with him, still in charge of the submissive boy, presenting a finger with
the boy's own gism for him to lick off and to suck on, murmuring
endearments and telling him how lucky Danny felt to have caught Jason's eye
the day they met, the day Jason had told him to just shuck down and run the
trails bare ass like him.

After an hour's lovemaking they parted. Jason ran on alone after a parting
swat on the rump from Danny. For once his sense of direction failed
him. After a while all these boulders and rocky slopes looked the
same. Drat, he would never live it down getting lost like this. He knew
there were plenty of streams in the area if he got thirsty. Hydration was
not a problem. Yes, he could follow a stream to civilization, but that
meant a town, not their movie location. Let's try over there. That bluff
looked a bit familiar. It wasn't, but the change of direction did bring him
out on an unpaved road. Not much help really. One fire road looks much like
another.

Meanwhile back at the location, Danny was getting worried. More than two
hours had passed. Jason had an acute time sense as well as a good sense of
direction. Something must have happened if he was not back. He alerted the
producer that his star was overdue, either lost or injured.

Jason jogged along the road occasionally passing an intersection with
another fire road. This place was like a maze and he was the rat running
it. Three hours must have gone by. Shit. Danny must be really worried. And
Johnny would have finished his shift as an EMT for L.A. County. Typical of
Jason that his chief worry was for the feelings of others. Jason finally
saw a paved road, not much, a county road without even a painted divider,
but this was civilization. It even looked familiar. A car passed, the
bemused driver went past not stopping or even slowing down. He did put in a
call to the county sheriff.

Now Sheriff Thomas Dubbins was an old friend of producer Marty Fletcher who
owned a lodge in the area. He was already cruising around trying to find
the missing actor after a phone call from Fletcher. No APB out yet, but the
sheriff kept his eyes peeled and had put the word out. Then he got lucky
with the call from the motorist. There just around the bend was the missing
boy, and yup, naked as a jay-bird. Make that naked as a joy-boy. Time for
some fun.

With its siren warbling the police car bore down on the startled young
man. Quickly recovering from his surprise he put a smile on his face. Yes,
this was a bit awkward, being naked on a public road, but they were in a
wilderness. Jason would play the charm card that had worked for him so
often.

"Hi there sheriff. Am I ever glad to see you. You see, I got lost and..."

"You're that movie actor, aren't you. The Jungle Boy they calls you."

"Yes Sir, I am. I'm Jason Eberly. Glad to meet you sir."

The sheriff ignored his outstretch hand. "I heard you were missing."

"No, sir. I got lost for a while but I'm pretty sure the turn off is just
down the road."

"So it is, son. Guess this means you don't need a rescue?"

"No sir, but could you give me a ride?"

"Oh, you'll get a ride all right. Cuff him Grady."

Bewildered the blond youth backed away, but the deputy and sheriff grabbed
him and threw him down on the hood of the car.

"Stop fighting us boy."

The two law enforcement officers handcuffed their prisoner then stood him
up.

"Just so you know boy, we are recording everything so you can't complain
about police brutality. Grady get the hand camera out too. No shyster
lawyer is going to say this was not a righteous bust."

"No, please. This is a mistake. I haven't done anything"

"If you only knew how many times... Never mind. It's what you haven't done
that's gotten you in trouble. You haven't put on a pair of pants or
anything else. Look at you. Nothin' on you but a couple of gold chains, one
of them around your cock and balls! And from that tanned hide of yours I
suspect you do this a lot: run around buck nekkid. Well maybe that plays in
LaLaLand, but not in my county it don't. "

"I'm sorry, I got lost..."

"Got your pants lost too? Read him his rights."

Jason was confused. It was all going horribly wrong.

"Please don't do this. Don't arrest me.  I'll do whatever you want,
anything."

"You'll do anything? Like what? Let me guess: you'll go down on me,
something like that? I heard all about you sleeping in that big bed with
three gay guys."

"What are the charges, please explain that much."

"Fair enough: public indecency, resisting arrest, attempted bribery of a
public official, solicitation of a lewd act. That's just for starters. Oh,
and search him Grady."

"Search me? What are you talking about, I'm naked."

The deputy made a production of it, laying the blond youth's lithe form on
the hood again, kicking his legs apart, grabbing his tackle between his
legs and yanking him in place. Just then the nervous boy's butt hole
sputtered wetly, lips smacking obscenely. The deputy slapped his hand on
Jason ass with a cry of disgust.

"Eeeh yuuu! That's nasty. Are you dissing us boy?. And what's that smell?"

"Can't you guess Grady? He's taken it up the keister and not long ago, I'd
wager."

Jason was almost in tears from frustration and humiliation. One moment
almost home free, the next dragged into an impossible situation. Had he
somehow passed through the doorway to the twilight zone?

"Yeah sheriff, those gay guys just go gaga over an ass this tight. Like
with those ballet fairies my wife watched on TV last week. Say, you know
kid, your missing the boat with those Jungle Boy movies. They outta put you
in a Spiderman movie, with a firm ass like that." Grady loved his superhero
comics, especially that one.

Jason was startled. It was not generally known in the industry that the
studio was in negotiations with Marvell. And yes, his lithe physique and
tight buns had been cited as making him ideal for a role that would have
him in a skin tight costume half the time. If he looked so sexy on screen
naked he would look just fine in spandex. How had these hicks heard about
it?

The police threw him into the back of their car and drove on. Jason was
surprised to see them take the turn off to the film location rather than
drive into town. The sheriff had the deputy halt the car just a ways short
because a movie van blocked the road. The crew had been breaking down and
getting ready to leave. Dragging his prisoner from the car, the sheriff
fitted a cuff around his prisoner's genitals using the other cuff as a
convenient handle to lead him by.

"Sometimes to get a young male's attention you gotta grab him by the
balls. Oh, and a stiff prick makes a good handle too." the sheriff told his
deputy knowingly. That drew Jason up short.

"Wait a minute I've heard that before."

"Sure, from Ed Greene, with an 'e' in the big city. He got it from me. He
used to work for me. I gave him his first job in law enforcement. He's told
me a thing or two about you kid."

This was said with a friendlier tone. Greene was Jason's friend and
protector and had mentioned the actor in very complimentary terms. Jason
wasn't a Hollywood bad boy who had let his success go to his head. He had a
good work ethic and was always on-time. He hit his marks and knew his
lines. He was a volunteer at a club for gay youth. No drugs, no entourage,
and no attitude. Maybe Jason was irreverent and naughty, and he couldn't
seem to keep his pants on, but the kid had grit.

The sheriff led Jason onto the location, drawing stares from the crew. It
didn't help Jason's composure any that people started pointing and
chuckling, except for those who saw an opportunity and started getting this
on film. The sheriff led his charge up the Marty Fletcher who had an
astonished look on his face.

"Well son, here's that lawyer you were askin' for." Marty was a member of
the bar. "Hello Fletch"

"Tom, where did you find him?"

"Not far, not far at all. He actually mighta made it back on his own."

By this time Jason's brain was working furiously. Suddenly it all clicked
into place. "You guys all know each other: you Marty, the sheriff,
Lieutenant Greene. I've been set up!"

"Now son, that's a pretty silly thing to say. You got yourself lost all on
your own. I just did my drinking buddy a favor and kept an eye peeled for
you. No set up. You were just a 'target of opportunity.' Just funning, and
if you're willing to let bygones be bygones, I'm willing to drop the
charges."

"As your lawyer Jason, I'd say take the deal. It's an offer you can't
refuse."

And he didn't. The deputy removed the cuffs, and Jason had the good grace
not to scowl too much.

"Cheer up Jase" Danny said. "By tomorrow you'll be laughing at all this."
and gave him a big hug.

"Maybe. But this stays out of the papers!"

Of course it didn't, adding yet another chapter to the growing legend of
one of Hollywood's most engaging personalities.