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Alex's Anal Audition
by Kip Hawk (kiphawk@hotmail.com)
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A stage father convinces a producer that his fourteen-
year old son will do anything to get a part in a new TV
show. (Mm, ped, anal)
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My fourteen-year old son Alex and I were in the office
of a producer of a new family-themed sitcom (yes, it
was very original) on a popular cable channel. Alex was
a beautiful boy, the kind the network suits always put
on TV programs, with flaxen blond hair and baby blue
eyes.
He had made the call-back list, and the day before I
had called the producer (and somehow got past his
secretary, who was probably fired as a result) and told
him that Alex and I were really excited about the part
and would do anything to get it. He paused as if trying
to figure out what I meant, and then he invited us to
come to his office the next afternoon.
"We were very impressed with Alex's reading," the
producer said. He was a man in his mid to late thirties
and of average build. "But of course," he continued, "a
lot of the boys read well."
"No one is as good as Alex," I replied, "he can do
whatever you want." I had told Alex to be prepared to
do whatever I told him to do. This really was no
problem, as I had been using his ass and my mouth
myself for the past year. Yeah, I love boys too.
"Is that so?" the producer asked. "Whatever I want?"
"Absolutely," I responded. "Alex is completely at your
service."
The producer was obviously a little wary. "There may be
a lot of demands placed on the boy who gets this part.
We have a very ambitious production schedule," he said,
looking intently at Alex.
"That's no problem," I assured him. "Whatever you need,
Alex can do."
"Hmmm. I don't know."
"Do you want to see him, shirtless? He's beautiful
shirtless, and your ratings with the girls will shoot
through the roof. Alex, take off your shirt," I said,
not waiting for the producer to reply.
Alex stood up and removed his light blue t-shirt,
revealing his taught adolescent torso. I saw the
producer's eyes widen.
"Isn't he pretty?" I asked.
"Yes, he is," he responded dryly.
"He can take more off if you want him to."
The man stared at me with a mixture of disbelief and
desire.
"You want to see his tight little ass?"
The man nodded ever so slightly.
"You got it. Anything you need, you got it. Alex, stand
up and show him your ass."
My boy stood up and turned around so he was facing away
from us. He unbuckled his belt and pulled his jeans
down slowly, leaving just his white jockey shorts to
cover the firm young cheeks of his butt. He then shook
his rump for a few seconds, and yanked those down too,
giving the producer a perfect view of his smooth little
ass. It was tight as hell. I knew, as I had been
fucking him almost every day after school for the past
year. There was nothing better than a boy's ass.
"You want his ass, mister?" I asked. "It's better than
any cunt you can find. He'll make your cock cream like
it's never cum before."
The producer was speechless.
"I'll just leave the two of you alone for a while, to
get to know each other better," I said, rising to
leave.
The producer said nothing but just stared at my son's
little ass. I knew his penis must be throbbing. Any
man, even the straightest man, would be hard as a rock
if he saw my son's ass.
"I'll be back in a half hour," I said, and left the
room.
I went down to Hollywood Boulevard and walked around a
bit. I went over to what used to be Mann's Chinese
theatre and looked at some tourists putting their hands
in the impressions left by long-dead actors. I watched
a few young brothers, probably about fifteen and
thirteen, bend over and put their hands in the spots
where Clark Gable and Vivian Leigh had once
memorialized themselves.
As they bent over, their ass cheeks strained erotically
against their shorts, and I swear I caught their father
oggling them. I thought about my own son Alex, and how
he must at this moment be bent across the producer's
desk getting fucked big-time. Fucked by a ped, by
someone who knew what a beautiful boy's ass was for.
I made my way back to the producer's office. I could
hear panting and grunting coming through the door. The
secretary, a fey little thing, was sitting there and
ignoring the sounds. I could distinctly here the
producer yell, "Fuck yeah, take my prick up your faggot
ass. Yeah, fuck, I'm fucking cumming up your fucking
little ass, you fucking boy whore!" I knew Alex would
be clenching his ass at this point, trying to increase
the pressure on the man's penis as he got ready to
ejaculate his sperm.
Five minutes later the producer opened the door.
"Your son got the part," he informed me. "He's gonna be
a star."
**
Comments welcome at kiphawk@hotmail.com
©2006 by Kip Hawk. All rights reserved.
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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not real life. Anyone acting
out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to
many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a
fellow convict in their local prison.
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