Part II: The Convention Disclaimer: This story is pure fiction and only exists in my head. If you object to male on male sex between consenting adults and minors then please clear off and find a website that is more to your tastes... I mean honestly what ARE you doing here in the first place. Greenwatch is a TV show I made up and none of the actors or stories actually exist. Except in my head. Notes: I have to apologise for this story I am not at home, I do not have access to my computer and all the benefits of a thesaurus and grammar checker. This story wasn't planned and it just kind of fell out of my fingers. So enjoy it, or not. Thanks: The response for the last story was immense. I was amazed how many people like the story. I guess I have to keep writing for a bit then :D The Convention, Part II I had woken up feeling quite ashamed of myself for using that quiet little kid to satiate my own sexual needs, but seeing him lying peacefully next to me put my mind at ease. His little hand had draped over my chest and one of his legs was tucked in between mine so he was lying half on me, half on the bed sheet. As cute as it was I had to wake him up and we sauntered into the shower together and we gave each other a good wash. He took extra special care as he soaped up my pecs, drinking in the curves of my muscles. The kid didn't say much, but his words were in his actions, you could see how much the kid got off on my body, the feeling weas mutual. There wasn't any time for any sex, I had to fulfil my contract and spend four hours signing autographs so we had a quick tongue kiss as I felt the kid shiver with another orgasm and we we dried off and headed off down stairs. He shot off back to his room, saying he had to get something for me to sign. I smiled and told him to go to the front of the queue when he was done. I stopped by the event registration while I was heading down to the signing and grabbed another event assistant badge for the kid. We had made it a Convention tradition that we pick our own Assistant for the duration. The amount of kids and teens that clamoured for the coveted badge was unbelieveable. They were led to believe that it was pure chance that got them the position. Which is fair enough, the chance that they have the right DNA that made them beautiful enough to catch my eye could be down to chance, but when they are born, their fate has been sealed. I will either fuck them, or not. By the time I arrived for the signing there was already a queue waiting for me. As I approached I got the usual chorus of wolf whistled and a round of applause. I pretended like it was my first one and bashfully waved them away. I loved it really, despite me loving little boys, I had a normal life and this was what I did it for. Anyone can stick his dick in a kid, but it takes special people to work with the public and milk them of all their adoration. I pumped my muscles and bit and got another round of applause, they loved it. Just before I stepped into the room I mentioned to the steward that a little kid with a blond hair, red glasses and a purple shirt was about to turn up and he was my Assistant. I handed the assistant badge to the steward and he nodded in confirmation. "Yeah I know the kid." He winked, peeking my curiosity. I stepped into the signing room and it appears I was the last one to arrive, my bad. I nodded my apologies at my fellow Greenwatch cast as I took my seat. Pete Marshall, the lead character was one of those teen heart throbs that was an unknown when he was cast as the lead alien. He was younger than me and a skinny wretch at that. We had many scenes together where I would comment on his scrawniness, but in the scenes he often won out through use of alien magic, whereas I would provide the comedic relief and 'break' things in between being the faithful side-kick and smacking down his enemies. Pete pointed to the chair next to me and held his hands up as if to ask, 'No assistant?' I tapped my watch in return to indicate that he was just running late, and then as if on cue the little kid came bounding in, red faced and smiling from ear to ear. I waved at him and he just grinned back. Oh, there I was getting hard again. He sat down next to me and I saw his eyes scan around the room at all the other cast members and their little assistants. Some of the cast that had bit-parts had put their assitants into a ballot and drew them randomly, but others like Pete chose the pretty girls. He loved the little girls, but his agent had told him to not pick them quite so young. They had to actually be able to assist him. I wondered if he actually did anything with the girls he picked, or if he just liked having them near him. On the other hand, I wonder if he wondered why I always hand picked the prettiest little boys. Jason put something in my hand and I looked at it. It took a moment to recognise what it was. My eyes bulged when I saw it. It was a remote control, but not for anything normal. It was for one of those love eggs that you stick up your ass and give your partner the remote to use at will. This kid was sexing up my autograph session. I asked him quietly how many he had used. He held his hand out, five fingers. Oh shit, he had five of the little vibrating eggs up his ass. I could have cummed there and then, but I held back. It was a good job the table had a drape over it as all the attendees would have seen my boner raising my pants up. I pretended to scratch my leg and gave Jason's thigh a rub. This kid was definatly sleeping in my bed tonight. I put the remote into my pocket and patted it. He seemed dissapointed that I didn't use it right away. I didn't want to spoilt the fun immediatly, he wanted to give me control over his ass, he would have to play by my rules. The attendees started to file in and I started scribbling on on posters, t-shirts, photo's and all sorts. There were men, women, little kids, teen kids, and even some gay boys that brought the limited edition nude I did once for charity. I was posing in the black and white poster in front of the sets military hangar. I was completely in the buff, except for a well placed Greenwatch logo. I signed that poster right across my torso 'Hey, Mr Sexy, Love Charlie' and the kid nearly died from swooning. While I was typically 'straight' as far as the media was concerned, I was a big advocate for LGBT rights, and because of my body and standing I got to do a lot of appearances. Fortunatly my agent was not only aware of my fondness for the little ones, but he actively joined in on some of them. He managed to drag me up a coupled of straight dates to keep me looking eligible in the media world, but we knew that eventually as the world evolved and my career was on hiatus, I would 'come out' and push myself back into the limelight. It was a trump card that we held close to our chests ready for when we chose it to happen or if it was suddenly thrust upon us. About half an hour in the kid was starting to get bored and his elbows were sat on the table, his head in his hands. I put my hand down to my pocket and funbled for the button. He suddenly sat upright and I saw his fingers dig into the table. "Go grab me a coffee will ya Jason?" I asked him. He looked at me like I was mad. "Please." I said, daring him to go. He stood up weakly. I could see his knees buckling slightly. I was glad the humming I knew he would be making was being masked by all the people chattering. I watched him swish as he walked, no doubt the love eggs in his ass making his already swishy walk more pronounced. I signed some more posters for about fifteen minutes when I saw him walking back with the mug in his hand. "What kept you?" I asked taking the mug from his hands. "I dropped the first one." He said meekly. "Ah well you should should take more care." I laughed at him and ruffled his hair. He just smirked at me and shook his head. Needless to say I didn't touch the drink, I just wanted to see if he would actually walk all the way up to the coffee shop with five eggs buzzing about in him. Over the next four hours I turned the remote control on and off, teasing the kid to the point that he once tried to actually jump over me to stop me from playing with it. I wasn't sure if he wanted it off or on. The people queueing up for their autographs must have thought we were a couple of good friends with the larking about we were doing. Enventually the signing session ended and the doors where shut. Normally the next stage for us would be to mingle with the premium ticket holders but I excused myself and explained that I had to recieve a few phone calls from my overseas agent about work. It did the trick and I retired to my room, but not without my little Jason who bounded behind me. On the way up we decided to call in to Jason's room. I already knew that he wasn't going to be using it tonight, but we had to at least make a mess, so the room attenant wouldn't report him not having used the room. Jason had other ideas though. He pushed me into the room with a feeble push, but I went along with it. The door was closed behind me and I looked at the basic lower rate room. There was a single bed, a closet and a desk along with a tiny bathroom that could barely fit one person in. It really was basic. Jason reached under his bed and pulled out a suitcase. For a second I was wondering if he was one of those kids that never lived outside his suitcase, dragged around from place to place, never realoly settling, but he popped the latch on the suitcase and opened it up. My jaw dropped at what I saw. There were no clothes in the case, but instead it looked like a sex shop had opened an outlet in there. I saw plugs as wide as the kids wrist and plugs that made me wince just to look at them. One of the dildo's grabbed my attention, it was a fist, but it wasn't a full sized one. It was a child sized fist that was about nine inches long and ended up in a hand that was balled up like the adult sized ones I had seen. I pulled the fist out of the case and turned it over in my hand, mesmerised. "It's a cast of my own hand." He said to me proudly. "Uncle Jeff had asked me to fist him, and I wanted him to do it to me, but he wouldn't fit. So he made me this." "He makes toys?" I asked him. Jason nodded, "Yeah, he's made all of these. Here, have this." He handed me a little flesh coloured dildo with a litle set of balls. It could probably lose this thing in my ass, and I wondered why he gave it to me, then I realised. It was Jason's own erect cock and balls immortalised in rubber. "So..." I said after a long pause. "What's your story?" I sat on the edge of his bed running the little clone of his cock and balls through my fingers. Jason froze and he looked at me. I could see that fear coming into his eyes again so I tried to smile softly. "Jason, listen," I started going serious. "Does your uncle make you do stuff you don't want to do?" His face twisted up in an expression that told me it was a conditional yes. "Are you going to report him?" He shot at me. That was a biggie. I could report him and gethim locked up for the rest of his life, but that would pretty much ruin little Jason for life. Sex wasn't evil, and if it went to court this kid would learn that sex with an adult is shameful and harmful for the child, which is bollocks. I had fucked a number of kids, but they had all enjoyed it and had been craving my cock at the end. "No," I decided. I couldn't put this kid through that. "I'm going to turn his nuts into peanut butter though." Jason laughed at the mental image. I turned to face him and laughed too, revelling in the childishness of it. "Seriously though, I can make it so he doesn't touch you again." "But I like it." He said placing his hand on my knee. "I like it when they all use me l ike that." I couldn't deny it. It was hot seeing his ass all used like that and I loved the taste of boys and cum. "So your uncle and his friend got you into this?" I was pressing the kid for the story. Enjoying it was one thing, but being forced into it was something else. "No, I got me into this," He had a tear in his eye and my heart wrenched. "He saw me looking at..." Me, he was going to say. I understood now. "So, let me take a guess at this." My detective skills working overtime. "You was caught perving at a picture of me, probably the naked one of me taken for charity. Your uncle had caught you jerkin' the gherkin' and introduced you to man dick, and as a result he wouldn't tell your mom. But you got hooked on it, and have kept on doing it." "Mom knows. Now." He sighed. "And I get paid now." I just looked at him. What was this kid, a hooker? Jason reached into a pocket and pulled out a paper wallet. He reached inside and pulled out a photo print. Like the kind we give the gests who go to the conventions. This print wasn't an actor though, this was a photo of Jason, except it wasn't your standard photo. He had on one of those half top t-shirts that ended just below the nipples and that was it. He had one leg on a step which just guided the little boner which stuck straight out at an angle. The kid was a porn star. He pulled out a marker and signed the photo in the same way I had just been singing hundreds of others down the stairs of the hotel conference centre. I just laughed at the parody and took the photo out of his hands. I wasn't sure what I was going to do with it until I got it in my safe at home. Jason climbed up onto me and straddled my lap. He looked up into my eyes for a second and then leaned down onto my chest, pressing his ear against my heart. "Can I sleep with you tonight?" He asked from my chest. "Well," I drew it out, pretending badly that I was putting myself out for him. "I'm going to have to send all my girls away that were lining up for some action tonight..." "You sound like my uncle. You know he's not with girls right?" He said poking his head up for a second before putting it back in my chest and giving me a little hug. I nodded even though he couldn't see me. "I had already gathered as much." "There's some kids somewhere getting roasted and having their picture taken or they'd be making a movie." Jason said with wonder. "We can do all that, too."I wrapped my arms around him wondering if I said the right thing. "Yeah, but the walls are too thin here." I got the hint. "Come on. Upstairs then." *********** End of Part II I'm going to have to end this here as I'm travelling tomorrow so I'll be back to my normal computer and this little thing I'm writing on will be put away for my next excursion. I'll write Part III very soon for you all. Sorry this chapter didn't have much bum-fun, but the next chapter will have more than enough in.