Chapter 59
Promo Screening

Randy and I kissed everyone, and I had a brief moment alone to say goodbye to Annie. I appreciated how people gave us that alone time. Yvgenia didn't leave with a smile, but she did leave with determination to straighten things out with Linda. Sebastian left happily to reshoot his scene with Baron Gargantua, and Boris and Annie went to shoot their next ladyboy scenes. Annie didn't seem terribly excited about his scene, which was more of his education as a ladyboy, but Boris sure was excited about his scene.

Randy and I stepped outside to cross to the office building with my boy in tow. Randy fell behind a few times to stare at my legs and to make comments about how sexy I was. "Having your boy's accessories all in white makes you look even sexier," he said. "You're going to make a hell of an impression on these people."

I put on my sexiest wiggle-walk as we passed the front desk in the office building to the sounds of hoots and whistles. I pretended to be bashful, but I loved it all! I think they knew it too. I was becoming a diva. I felt nothing about spending 600 quid for a pair of knickers, and I had just demonstrated my skills with false humility in front of adoring fans. Ok, they weren't my fans, but they sure liked me.

We took the lift to the eighth floor where the Alain Emery Theater was, as well as the screening room. Randy had told me that, because so many people were interested in me and my career, and in making a ton of money with me in their films, we would be in the auditorium this time, not the small and comfortable room where we screened The Dipstick.

The auditorium was large and intimidating. It was huge and loud, and nearly every single seat was filled when we arrived. We entered near the front of the room, and as we walked across to find our seats, which were not thick and cushy, but thin and practical, the audience rose to their feet and applauded. Randy stepped aside, and my boy knelt down and put his hands behind his back. I was the gorgeous little diva in the spotlight. That gave me another stiffy, which made the audience cheer even louder.

Mr. Eastman greeted us and showed us to our reserved seats, which were in the middle of the front row. There was no reserved seat for Shlomo, of course, so he sat on the floor in front of me, looking proud to be in such company. I put my legs over his shoulders as we settled in, and he held them there and caressed them. I got the impression that he was a nice ornament. I could hear a few whispered comments about "his cute slave" and "so sexy with his pet wearing cuffs to match, and even the leash!"

Mr. Eastman stepped onto a sort of stage, then stood behind a lectern with a microphone and said, "You all know why we've gathered here. We are of course here to view the first edit of the promotional film of this extremely beautiful young boy, Trevor Hawk, who signed with Frenetic Studios just this past Monday." There was another long round of applause, and Randy told me I should stand and wave to the audience, so I did.

"I must tell you, we anticipated this screening would be well-attended, but it appears this room is filled to capacity. This has not happened for the first edit of a new actor's promo film in all the years I've been here at Frenetic, but then we've never seen the likes of Trevor Hawk before either." There was another ridiculous amount of applause. It was embarrassing. This time Randy said I should bow to the audience and blow them kisses, so I did.

"We will not all fit even in the largest conference room. Therefore, following the screening, we will pause for ten minutes to allow you to finish your notes and reflections, perhaps use the washroom or what have you. During that time, a few chairs will be set up front here, and microphones will be placed at the front of each aisle. We will invite the director, producers, design staff, and our star, Mr. Hawk, to be seated in front here, facing you. To offer comments or to ask questions, I'm afraid I must ask you to follow that oldest of British traditions and form a queue behind each microphone. We will remain here until every concern is addressed, and every question answered, and you must know that every criticism is greatly appreciated because it is in everybody's interest to make this video as spectacular as it can possibly be. However, young Trevor here might need to leave us with his agent, Mr. Christianson, before we have concluded what I am sure will be a lengthy and lively discussion. This is because Trevor Hawk is already directing his first live performance, which is scheduled for later this afternoon." More ridiculous applause, but this time I giggled because I felt proud as I waved to the audience. "Now, on with the show!"

There was another brief bump of applause as the lights dimmed. The screen was black at first. Then music began. First it was soft, but in just a few seconds it was very loud, with trumpets and all kinds of instruments playing as the words "Frenetic Films presents" faded in on the screen. Then the whole orchestra blasted out a long note as my name appeared. My name faded out as a portrait of me faded in. It was one that Roy had taken on the set of The St. Felix Academy, on the upper walkway above the gym mat, with his studio camera. I really liked that picture. I was almost smiling, like I was just about to smile, but I had a look of hungry desire as well. It was so detailed too. You could see tiny, wispy hairs on my cheek that I swear I didn't have there. I was also happy to see there was nothing sticking out of my nose. It's hard to describe how it feels to see your face twelve feet high in front of so many important people. But I knew they were about to see a lot more. I knew what footage we'd shot, but I didn't know what they were planning to use. I hoped they didn't use anything I did with Trish and Lena. Yuck!

"Hello, my name is Trevor Hawk," I heard myself say in that professional broadcaster's voice. "And I love sex!" Rock music began to play as a rapid montage of clips from probably everything I'd done in front of a camera played, maybe one or two every second. "I'm new to the Frenetic family," I said as the music subsided and the video showed me speaking with Adrian.

"How old are you anyway?" Adrian asked.

"I'm eight, almost nine" I replied. I hadn't realized we were being filmed at the time.

"I love the other kids here at Frenetic," I said. "They all treat me with love and kindness." The camera cut to the scene where I was being fucked by Jeanine and Claire was forcing my face into her pussy, with more rock music. I thought I heard a few people softly laughing during that scene. It was intimidating because they were all behind my back, and I couldn't see them.

The music slowed down, and the scene changed to the outdoor set where we'd filmed the day before. The camera showed me at a distance, lying prone on a swing. My voice said, "My decision to make child pornography was an easy one." Then the angle changed to Roy's close-up shot of my face, saying, "I love having sex!" I wanted to cry! I looked so pretty! My smile was so lovely! How had I never known I was so beautiful? Then I said into the camera, still with my beautiful smile, "And it turns out that by doing the thing I love so much, I can make a lot of people happy." The camera pulled back to reveal that Boris had been fucking me the whole time. "You see? I bet you like this," I said with an absolutely adorable wink. That could not be me I was watching!

Then the shots switched between cameras, back and forth, sometimes showing a close-up of my ass getting fucked, sometimes showing Boris' face, and sometimes showing a wide shot, allowing the viewer to see the woman with the camera getting right into a tight shot of Boris' cock in my ass. They went back and forth between those two shots several times, and they kept them in time with each other.

Then the camera switched back to a close-up of my face as Boris was fucking me. I smiled, so prettily, and said, "And I love the variety of people I get to have sex with." There was an immediate cut to Boris pulling out, slowly and gently, then the German man pushing his ten inch cock right into me. I remember it felt a lot more gentle than it looked. I guessed that was good. Then I once again became aware that a bunch of people were in the room with me, watching my twenty foot body naked and being fucked. That was just embarrassing enough to give me a huge thrill and a massive stiffy.

"I love all the new experiences too," I said to the camera as the shot cut to Boris pulling out of my ass, walking around to my front, and feeding me his cock. "I have learned so many new skills already," my voice said as the scene switched to Randy's studio to show a close-up of me snapping Boris' cock into my throat. "Do you think I can do that again?" I asked. The scene switched back to Boris face-fucking me outside. "It's not always easy," I said. Then I could see my head suddenly move down and take Boris' cock into my throat. "But persistence pays off." I said "And experience leads to improvement. I love all my new experiences here at Frenetic," I said as the video showed the German man's cock sliding all the way into my throat, balls deep. As he fucked my throat, there were more back and forth cuts between the close-up camera and the wide-view camera that showed the other camera right in my face. In less time than it took in real life, the man pulled his cock back out and shot his load neatly into my mouth. I swallowed the cum and turned to my right as there was another camera cut, and I said with a cute smile, "Delicious experiences!"

The scene switched to me lying on my back with Kenji riding my cock and Hiro on my face screaming in orgasm. "Cute boy experiences," I said. Then the shot changed to Hannah sucking my cock. "And even cute girl experiences." Then the scene went to a close-up of my face while Hannah was sucking my cock, and I said very sweetly to the camera, "I'm gay, but that's not to say I don't like girls at all. Girls can be quite fun to play with and to work with, and some of them are quite good at their… jobs." When I had said the word "their", the camera cut for a few seconds to a close-up of Hannah's face as she went crazy on my cock.

"But sometimes…" I said, letting the words hang. I cringed as the scene switched to show me fisting Lena and Trish in their pussies. "New experiences can challenge me." Then the scene changed to show my arm all the way inside Trish's ass and my other fist pumping her pussy. "I'll try just about anything. How will I know if I'll like it unless I try? It's all so new to me. You never know what I'll get up to in my next video." Then there was a brief shot of me showering by the pool, walking out of the shower naked, toward the camera, a smile on my face, shaking my head, and saying to someone off-camera, "Yeah, of course, I'll try anything, and if they like it, I'll likely try again! That's what it's all about, right? Giving people pleasure!" That wasn't entirely true. I learned my lesson with Trish and Lena. I need to have boundaries. But I guess it was a good thing to say for sales.

"Sometimes I get to give a lot of pleasure," I said as the scene changed to rapid cuts from my gangbang, showing the men in line, several cocks in my ass, a different one each second, different cocks in my mouth, a different one each second, whole group scenes, and lots of cum shooting into my mouth and on my belly. I couldn't believe how huge those men's cocks were, and how deep inside me they got. I had no idea how hot that would look! Then I saw the man's thumb on my throat, and I yelped without meaning to. I suddenly remembered exactly how that felt. His cock was a huge porn man cock, and he was all the way down my throat. He had his hand around my neck from the back, and his thumb was on my throat. I was helpless, and he was face-fucking me. He wasn't hurting me at all, but he had total power over me. I had given myself to these men completely, and I think he put his thumb there to remind me. I remember how hard I came during that scene. Everything was such confusion, and I know it's always that way in a gangbang. (That's part of why I like them so much.) I was learning more and more why people like Amber and Shlomo liked to give control of their bodies to someone else. I was beginning to understand how hot it was.

I suddenly realized I'd been playing with my cock. I heard several members of the audience shifting in their seats, no doubt to find out where the yelp had come from. I didn't stop.

"And sometimes, someone might request a very, very special favor." The scene changed to a close-up of Hannah's pussy sliding slowly down on my cock. Her screams could be heard at the moment her hymen was ripped open. The cameras cut rapidly as she rode me wildly, from close-ups to wide shots, and the final shot showed her rising from my cock, followed by a tight zoom on the bloody ring around my cock.

"I wanted Trevor Hawk, I wanted him so badly to have my virginity. That will always be special to me. He has such powerful sexual energy. I can't be his lover, but now he will always be a special part of my life, and I will always have his mark on my body," said Hannah on camera. She was still naked, and the camera tilted down to show her legs spread and her pussy still swollen and a little bloody.

"At first I wasn't sure why she wanted me to be the one," I said. "I mean, I'm just some gay boy from London, but I think about how I feel about child porn stars, and there is a very powerful attraction. I'm a boy, so I can't know what it means to a girl, but I can understand the pull," I said on camera, still naked, with the camera tilting down to show my cock, still hard, with a bloody ring around the base.

"I love doing live shows," I said. That felt a bit strange to hear myself say because I'd only done one live show in my life. "Live audiences are fantastic. I can feel them wanting the sexual performance from me, and I can feel the massive pleasure of giving it to them," I said as scenes from the live show with Boris and Randy filled the screen.

"I've been able to explore a softer part of myself too," I said as video of the photo shoot in Randy's studio rolled. I was in my purple silk outfit with gold and black paisley and my fishnet stockings. "I'm a boy, and I will always be a boy, but it can be nice to feel pretty once in a while, even a bit of a thrill." I struck several poses for Randy's camera, but I didn't know at the time he'd left one of his studio cameras running as well. I looked so pretty! And something I realized for the first time, right there in the screening room, was that I looked confident. I had never felt confident, and I never thought I looked confident, but there were moments during all this filming when I felt very confident, and it really showed. I would try to remember to bring that up with Linda.

"Meeting new people while out and about is a lot of fun!" I said as photos of Sebastian and me meeting two young customers named Stephen and Douglas at Gold Boys of Chelsea flicked across the screen. "It's always a challenge to get boys naked in public for the first time," I said, "but there are rewards," I said as the picture of Sebastian and me sucking their cocks lingered on the screen.

"The most important things to me about making child porn at Frenetic are love and friends." Annie was sucking me, and Sebastian was sucking Boris right next to us. I hadn't realized we were so close together at the time. I was in my own world. Then Annie was riding my cock, and Sebastian was riding Boris. I didn't remember even having a body when I came with Annie, so I wanted to remember what my face genuinely looked like when I was cumming for love and not for the camera. I leaned over and sobbed quietly into Randy's chest. I looked so sweet and so honest, it just couldn't be me!

Somewhere in the background, I heard Boris and Sebastian cumming too.

"At the end of the day I like to relax," I heard myself say. I sat upright to continue watching. "I've even adopted a pet since I came to Frenetic." The scene cut to me walking Shlomo on his leash across the lot, in silhouette from the setting sun.

"But sometimes a boy has to let his hair down and party!" We were in a dark limousine, rock music was playing, the sunroof was open, and from the outside light I could see my naked body being lifted through the sunroof. The scene cut to an outside shot from what must have been a camera on the pavement. A limousine with a naked boy protruding from the top came into sight. The scene cut back to the limo interior. Boris looked at the camera, smiled, licked his finger, and inserted it into my ass. I began to scream, and that scream suddenly became louder from the outside view as the limo with the screaming naked boy protruding from the top drove past the lions at the foot of Nelson's Column. The camera zoomed in on me and the image froze, with my face screaming, my erect cock clearly visible, facing the camera that I hadn't seen, and a lion in the background.

"I'm Trevor Hawk," I said, "and you'll be seeing a lot of me very soon. In fact, you'll be seeing all of me very soon." An absolutely beautiful picture of an absolutely beautiful naked boy dissolved onto the screen. "Trevor Hawk!" appeared across my chest, then it was replaced by "appearing exclusively," and then "in Frenetic Films features" and finally "For Trevor Hawk's biography, photos, downloads, merchandise, and previews of upcoming releases, visit trevorhawkchildporn.cp"

The lights came up to the sound of terrific applause and loud cheers. "They're cheering for you, Hawk," said Randy, "not the film. You."

***

I play-punched Randy on the arm. "How did you do that? Who did you have standing there with a camera? Was that all a setup?"

He laughed and said, "Oh yes, that was a setup. You wouldn't have noticed the camera because no one expects a police constable to be secretly filming a naked boy for a pornography studio! We had others in Piccadilly Circus and at Buck Palace as well. I must say though, that shot of you in Trafalgar is worth a million quid."

I leaned over onto Randy's chest again. So many people wanted to talk to me and congratulate me and tell me how special I was. Randy held me safe in his arms, and he fielded all the congratulations. My boy hugged my knees and said nothing when people asked him questions. Maybe I wasn't helping my image any by hiding in Randy's embrace, but I didn't want to vomit again. It was all too much, and Randy understood.

"Randy?" I said, "Who was that boy? That boy in the film? That can't have been me! I don't have such a sweet smile or such pretty eyes or such soft and beautiful skin!"

"It will take some time, Hawk," he said. "You will grow accustomed to your appearance on the cinema screen in professional quality productions, but you don't have to be that way now. I think you should hold on to the awe and the excitement as long as you can, because when you get used to it, that's not a feeling you can get back. As long as you like the way that boy on the screen looked, that's all that matters for now. It's ok to stay awe-stricken and confused. Enjoy it!"

I nodded, thinking about what he'd said. I could go to the cinema and watch a film with that boy in it, and I would never suspect it was me. I could see a preview for the film on the telly and never realize it was me. Mum probably would, some night soon, see one of the adverts for one of my films and have no clue that it was me. Her son isn't beautiful like that boy. Her son is ugly. I was ugly. I thought like Mum. I was ugly, so of course that can't be me.

That's why it all felt so unreal to me! Every time something told me I wasn't ugly, I would become frightened that it wasn't real, or I'd begin blubbering like an idiot, or I'd become paranoid around someone who was really sweet like Randy. I was pretty? That was a painful thought that made me cry. An angel like Annie loves me? I'm frightened that it's all a wind-up. Surely he'll go away and find a really good-looking boy, not some ugly loser like me. But Frenetic has always made really good child porn. Were they able to turn an ugly loser like me into such a beautiful, sexy, pretty piece of art like what I just saw? "Do nice cameras make me look pretty?" I asked Randy.

"No, Hawk, but they can make you look prettier than the cheap cameras do," he said. "What you just saw is really how you look. When I point my eyes at you, that is exactly what I see. We didn't use film makeup on you, maybe a dab of powder or concealer, I can't remember, but the rest was all you and your beautiful self, and that also means your beautiful choice of cosmetics and clothes."

"Maybe I shouldn't say anything when people want to talk, coz I don't understand it still."

"Say whatever you feel like saying, Hawk," he said. "Each and every one of these people is here to make you look as sexy, as pretty, as gorgeous, and as lovable as possible. By being yourself, you can help them understand how to present you, and how to make you appear even sexier in your films."

"I'll sound stupid," I said.

"Did that boy in the film sound stupid?"

"No," I said.

"Did he look as ugly as you've sometimes thought you look?"

"No."

"Well then," he said, "Maybe you're not the best judge of how pretty you are or how smart you sound when you talk."

"That's coz I'm stupid, isn't it."

"You're just not going to let me win at this, are you?" he said, tickling me mercilessly.

"Ok!" I howled! "Ok! Ok! I'm pretty! I'm sexy, right? I'm not stupi…. WAIT! I mean I'm smart and all!" I could hardly breathe from laughing. Tickling a little boy is one way to swing him round to your point of view.

***

They put Randy and me right in the middle of the row of chairs on the stage facing the audience. He was the director, and I was their new boy beauty or whatever. I had Shlomo curl up on the floor at my feet. If things got bad, Randy said I could use him as a teddy boy.

A tall man with short black hair, a dark blue suit, and a microphone stepped in front of us to address the audience. "Hello, ladies, gentlemen," and turning to Shlomo and me he said, "and dear boys. My name is Victor Boswell, and as most of you know, I am the marketing director for Frenetic Studios and Boys In Action Films. Our goal at Frenetic is to provide the highest quality pornography in the world, producing all genres, with a heavy emphasis on our Children's Division, and on boys in particular, which is where the market has clearly settled for a few years now.

"Last year Frenetic and BIA, combined, grossed over eight billion pounds. About five billion of that came from our child pornography productions, and three and a half billion came from content featuring boys exclusively or boys with men. That means our boy-boy and man-boy products alone are grossing more than all adult genres combined. If you include woman-boy products, the three are out-grossing all other genres combined. That doesn't even consider girl-boy products.

"We are doing very well as a corporation, and in order to continue as the world leader in child pornography, especially boy content pornography, we need to recruit new talent constantly, new boys especially, because they have a limited period of time during which they can actually be marketed as children before, alas, they grow up. That is no small task, and it's why we offer such lucrative bonuses for recruitment of boys who will do well in this business. It is no small task in part because more than half of the boys who enter into contracts each year find that making child pornography just isn't for them. And that makes sense.

"This is a demanding business for adults, let alone children, but occasionally we get a boy who is a natural. They seem born with beauty, charisma, sexual vibrancy, and innate acting and sexual skills. They are the ones who will do very well in this business. This describes two of our hottest stars at the moment, Adrian and Sebastian."

I thought he was talking about me!

"But once in an entire career, a boy with all of those qualities comes out of nowhere, and he has an indescribable magic. He is not merely a natural. He is more like a supernatural. He does not perform, he simply is. He does not work the camera, the camera connects his very soul to the soul of the viewer. He gives selflessly, intimately, humbly, and unconditionally, and the presence of a camera or an audience only enhances those qualities. He begs for the camera and the audience so he can share himself, his innermost feelings and vulnerabilities, with an audience that he loves dearly.

"There used to be a saying in television that the camera adds a full stone. Well, sometimes the camera is only able to catch a person's best side. Somehow every shot is a thing of beauty, and no one knows why that is, least of all the boy himself. Well, I would first like to thank Randy Christianson, the director of the film you have just seen, for having discovered just such a boy. I want to announce, Mr. Christianson, that when the terms of his contract are fulfilled, the board of directors have authorized me to pay you a bonus of two million pounds for your discovery." Randy looked surprised by this news, but the audience gave a rather casual round of applause. "We all know that is a very, very small portion of the revenue that our new star will surely bring to us, based only on the twenty-one scene deal he has been signed to.

"As I was saying, once in an entire career… This is that moment in your careers. Cherish it. This is the moment you first met the legend of child pornography, Mr. Trevor Hawk!"

I guess this time he was talking about me. He seemed to think rather highly of me. I thought maybe I should ask Randy for something nice for getting him a nice bonus. Maybe he could take me to the pictures, or we could go out for pizza, and he'd have to bring Sebastian and Boris, and my sweet angel Annie.

"Hawk," said Randy, "you really should stand and wave, or bow, or something. This is all for you!"

Sure it was all for me. I'd been to a few football matches to see Arsenal play, and everybody cheered then. That wasn't for me. I decided to stand and clap as well. Randy thought it was best. But when I stood up the cheering got twice as loud. That wasn't right. Had the queen just entered?

"Give them a wave, Hawk!" said Randy. That wasn't so hard. I raised my arm to wave, and the noise doubled again. I slowly looked up, looking at different members of the audience. They all seemed to be looking at me. I raised both arms and waved both hands to the crowd. That seemed to make them smile more. I liked making people happy, so I waved more, and they smiled more and made more noise.

Then I heard a chant, like at the football matches. They were chanting my name! "Trevor! Trevor! Trevor!" Ok, it was all for me, but there must be something… I sat down rather abruptly and picked up my boy and held him on my lap. I hugged him and tried to make the bad feelings go away. My teddy boy loved me. That seemed to make them even more excited though.

I held my teddy boy's face in front of mine and said, "Look at me."

"Yes Master!" he said loudly so I could hear him.

"I don't want to be here," I told him, "so it's your job to help me feel like I'm somewhere else, ok?"

"Yes Master!"

Randy stood up and waved his hands down to calm the audience. "Please," he said, "Please, this is stressful for Trevor! He's not used to this yet."

"Look at me, teddy boy," I said. "Tell me an imaginary place where we are."

"Yes Master," he said with a smile. "We're on the planet called Proton Zap, and a rocket is blasting off, and that's making lots of noise."

"Will it be quiet and peaceful when the rocket is gone?"

"Yes, Master, it will, very peaceful. And nobody ever gets sick there either."

"Are there flowers there?" I asked.

"Yes Master, purple ones and pink ones and yellow ones," he said. "You can pick as many as you like because they grow right back."

"Will the purple ones match my purple silk and gold paisley sexy bikini knickers?"

"Yes Master! They're just the perfect color!" He paused for a moment and whispered, "It sounds as if the rocket's flown away, Master."

"Thank you," said Victor Boswell. "We are all very proud of our new star, but we must now discuss his promotional video."

I kissed my sweet teddy boy and told him I loved him. Then I turned him to face the audience as he sat on my lap.

***

"You can't have him fisting a woman and deep throating a man in a general promotional video. That's taking things entirely too far," said a rather frustrated man's voice. "You'll put off both demographics. Same with taking a girl's virginity. I understand he's the most unusually versatile boy we've ever had here, but porn isn't the same as sport. If an athlete plays football and cricket, the football fan is not likely to become disgusted by a picture of the athlete playing cricket."

"And there are butterflies too," whispered Shlomo into my ear. "Big, pretty butterflies, and they have purple wings with gold and black paisley. Some of them are white, and they have fringes all round their wings."

"But this isn't targeted exclusively to industry insiders," complained another voice. "This promotional video will be included with every film that features Trevor Hawk. Industry insiders will be very impressed with the diversity, but the member of the general public who purchases St. Felix Academy will not, I promise you, want to see him up to his shoulder in a woman's ass, or some girl telling us why she wanted our gay boy star to pop her bloody cherry!"

"There are hawks there too," my teddy boy whispered. "There's a mummy hawk and a daddy hawk, and they have a nest way up high where their little boy hawk lives. Mummy and Daddy hawk protect their little boy hawk. And their feathers are purple and gold and black. And they only eat peanuts."

I kissed my sweet little boy's sweet little lips and asked Randy, "How much longer is this going to go on? I mean, they're just bickering."

"You're right Hawk," he said. "I've had enough of this twaddle."

Randy looked angry. I didn't like seeing him like that, but he spoke in a firm, measured voice. He did not shout. "Ladies and gentlemen," he said. "We've been here for an hour now, and all we've done is," he looked at me, then back to the audience, "bicker. Even a child could tell you that. We are getting nowhere with these circular arguments, and unless someone has an innovative suggestion to stop this bickering, I am going to take Trevor and his boy somewhere where we can relax over a nice root beer and unwind before his live performance this afternoon. You lot can carry on without us. Let me know if you agree on anything. Chance would be a fine thing."

Randy offered me his hand. Shlomo slid down off my lap, and I hung my purse over my left shoulder. I held Randy's hand with my left hand, and Shlomo's leash with my right hand. As we approached the door, we could hear renewed cheering from some parts of the audience. Randy did not look back.

***

As we left the building, Randy was clearly unhappy with how things had gone. "Bloody twats! How they think that is helping you I'll never know," he said.

He stopped for a few seconds. Then he bent down to kiss me. "Now I'm doing just the same! I'm sorry Hawk. You've heard enough senseless anger from adults today, haven't you. Let's go down the pub and have some root beer floats, what do you say, boys?" Shlomo and I smiled and nodded.

Then I took my boy into a great big hug and sobbed. When I was again able to talk, I said through my tears, "Boy, you were brilliant! I couldn't have made it through that if it weren't for you and your imagination. You're getting a blow job from Master tonight!"

"I love you Master," he said in his tiny boy voice as his cock stood to attention. "It makes me happy that I helped my master feel better."

"And an extra scoop of ice cream in his root beer float, ok Randy?"

***

A half hour later, we had finished our root beer floats. Shlomo kissed me with a smile, and through his kiss he shared some of his extra ice cream that had lingered on his lips. We walked back to the office building. "They're giving you two million quid extra bonus for finding me in a tree?" I asked Randy. "That should make you happy, shouldn't it?"

"They know you will make them a thousand times that much in your career easily," he responded. "The marketing people want to keep me happy because I'll be around for twenty or thirty more years, but you won't be able to be their child star anymore after five years. It's stupid really. You're the one who decided to do this. You should get a bonus as big as mine. I mean, in one year you are free to go to another studio, or to America. You can't make money for Frenetic then, can you? They should be bending over to kiss your sweet, sexy ass, then paying you for the privilege. I'll keep working with Eastman, but this is really a marketing decision. Recruitment is considered part of marketing at Frenetic, and that means Boswell has to sign off. He's not so easy to persuade."

"That's ok," I said. "I'm filthy rich, and I have an awesome pet boy. I have everything I want!"

"You're worth a whole lot more, Hawk."

Chapter 60
Preshow

We exited the elevator on the eighth floor, and we could still hear the bickering in the auditorium. Randy pulled me by the hand, and I pulled my boy by the leash, to the green room in the Alain Emery Thrust Theater. Clarice, the Caribbean hair and makeup stylist was there, along with a man she introduced as Hector. "Him the wardrobe man for you," she said.

"How do you do," I said as I kissed him.

"How do you do," he said.

"What? De pretty bwah got no love for poor Clarice?" she said with a smile. "Give us a kiss, and make it a damn good one!" She leaned down and kissed me with her soft, full lips. "There," she said. "Love is not so hard to give, is it?"

"No, Clarice," I said, feeling bashful for some reason.

A short man with short black hair entered the green room and said, "Good, I'm glad you're here."

"You remember Rick, don't you Hawk?" said Randy. "He's the stage manager here at the Emery Theater."

"Of course," I said as I walked over to him and kissed him. In truth I hadn't recognized him without his head set.

"We have an hour and ten minutes before go time," said Rick. "Mr. Hawk, the set is ready, and sound and lights are waiting to show you what they have."

"Ok," I said, looking at Randy.

"Ok!" said Randy in an enthusiastic tone. "Let's go."

We walked the familiar, short corridor to stage right, then down the steps and into the seating area. "It would be a good idea to have your fluff boy sit in your throne and wear the robe and crown while you look at the lights," said Rick, "and Randy, maybe you could take Pao Pao's spot? We did hang-and-focus already, but we just want the director's approval." I felt important sitting there. I was the director, and everything needed my approval. This was a kind of important feeling I could understand, unlike all that nonsense at the screening. "Oh, and get the scepter for him as well, Paul. Robe, crown, and scepter."

"Which scepter?" asked Paul, who was apparently some sort of stagehand.

Rick looked at me. "Is there more than one?" he asked.

"The large one," I said to Rick. He called back to Paul, telling him it was the large one. I released Shlomo from his leash and told him to follow Rick and Paul's instructions. He smiled and ran to the stage, where Paul had returned with the beautiful robe I had chosen, along with the crown and scepter. Randy stood stage left and down from the throne, facing the throne. Shlomo couldn't have been more delighted as Paul put the robe on him and crowned him. "Leave the robe open just a bit, boy," I called to Shlomo. "Just enough to see your cock peeking through. Perfect. Good boy!" He sat in the chair, and Paul handed him the large dildo-handled scepter.

Rick introduced me to Andrew, the lighting designer, and Meg, the sound designer. They sat with me as I reviewed everything. Rick called loudly, "House going dark!" There were calls of thank-you to acknowledge the warning. Then Rick put on his headset and said, "Ok, lower curtain, house to black."

The main lights in the room went out. It occurred to me that I wouldn't want to be walking around and have it become so dark so suddenly. They had a lot of safety rules at Frenetic, and they usually made lots of sense.

"Stand by raise curtain, lights one, and sound A. Raise curtain, lights one, sound A go." A dull light fell on the middle of the curtain as a loud fanfare with trumpets and drums sounded. As the curtain rose, the light became brighter. Soon Shlomo was clearly and brightly lit in the throne with the gold and jewels in his crown and scepter shining radiantly.

"Isn't that kinda loud?" I shouted.

"Hold please!" called Rick. The fanfare stopped, but the lights remained the same. "I'm sorry Trevor," said Rick. "Is there a problem?"

"It's so loud!" I said. "Does it have to be so loud? I mean, won't people be scared?"

Meg turned to me and said, "Oh you'll be surprised! When the house is full, and today this place will be completely packed, you'll notice that everything that sounds so loud right now will be just perfect for them. Human bodies soak up a lot of sound," she said. "Just having people in the seats can be like turning the sound down halfway."

I looked at Rick. "We can turn it down if you like," he said, "but Meg is an expert with sound, and I have learned to trust her in these matters."

"Ok," I said.

"Can we have sound A again please?" asked Rick. The loud fanfare played again, and I couldn't hear a word he said until it got quieter. Then he said, "Lights 2, sound B go." I heard my own voice over the speakers. It was really clear sounding, but still quite loud. I introduced myself as the king of Trevor Neverland, and said that a messenger had brought two boys as a gift. As my voice was playing over the speaker system, Randy was slowly lit, standing in Pao Pao's position stage left and down a bit from the throne.

"He should be naked," I said with a devilish smile, not really serious.

"Ok, hold please," called Rick. "Randy, we need you to undress for light check."

I looked at Rick, then back to Randy, feeling a bit of panic. "I wasn't really asking for… I mean, he doesn't have to…"

"It would be best if he were naked," said Rick. "Our second units in the film productions always have naked stand-ins, or they dress in the costumes worn by the actors." Randy was already undressed by the time Rick had finished saying this. He handed his clothes to Paul and returned to his place.

The red carpet in front of my throne lit up, and big drums began to play, getting faster and faster. Randy lay on his back in front of the throne. I knew what was happening at that point. Hiro was sliding down onto Pao Pao's cock. "Can we see some wood Randy?" asked Rick.

"Boy!" I called. Shlomo jumped off the throne and started sucking Randy off until he was nice and hard.

"As long as we have him," said Andrew, "we should look at the floor action cues."

"Great idea," said Rick. "Shlomo, can you lose the robe and crown and have a seat on Randy's cock please? We need to check the lighting for the anal action."

"Yes Sir," said Shlomo, as he folded the robe and placed it carefully on the throne with the crown. He straddled Randy, but Paul had dashed onstage with some lube and a towel for them to use. Shlomo settled onto Randy's cock easily and surprisingly quickly.

"I just love that Schlong O kid," said Meg. "He's so bloody cute, and he gets right into things."

"Too much shadow," said Andrew. He pressed a few keys on his laptop, and another light came on from the back of the room. It moved around until it was centered on Randy's cock, which was fucking Shlomo with a regular rhythm. Shlomo let out a high pitched yelp and began to shake.

"Have you got it, Andrew?" asked Randy.

"Yes," said Andrew. "We've got it, thank you." Randy grunted and pulled Shlomo's body into his, cumming on the spot. They kissed each other, and Shlomo returned to the throne while Randy exited the stage.

There was something Meg called a sennet, where the trumpets play by themselves. It was a sort of ta-da moment for Hiro.

Paul undressed and pretended he was Yuko, taking her position as the scene progressed. We didn't have stand-ins for the boys, other than Shlomo, but that was ok. Everything looked fine to me, and Andrew was also a professional. I trusted him. I liked the exciting music Meg had chosen too. It was much better than that boring classical stuff they'd used the day before. At the end, the stand-ins stepped onto the thrust, in front of the curtain line, and bowed as the curtain came down behind them. The bright lights stayed on them as the house lights came up, just a bit at first. Then the bright lights faded as the house lights came all the way up. I hoped we wouldn't have to bow, because I was worn out at the end of the previous show.

***

"Is everything the way you want it, Hawk?" asked Randy. We were standing in a group in front of the stage, Andrew, Meg, Paul, Rick, Randy, and me with my boy. Everybody but Shlomo was dressed again.

"Well yeah," I said. "It looks fantastic! I can't believe I just imagined all this yesterday and today, and this lot have made it into a real show."

"And a brilliant show it will be at that," boomed the deep voice of a large, naked man with brown skin and black hair as he stepped out onto the stage.

"Hi Pao Pao!" I said, along with everyone else. "I'm so happy you could do this! Wait till you see Hiro and Kenji! They're so cute!"

"You gonna deep throat me?" he asked. "You sure about that?"

"Let's go to the green room," said Randy, "and let these good people reset everything so they can open the house."

I went with Pao Pao and Randy to the green room with my boy in tow. Yuko had arrived as well. I kissed her, and then Pao Pao. I giggled, "You two have matching costumes!"

"And who do we have to thank for that, you sexy little director boy!" said Yuko, trying to tickle my belly.

"I like my costume," said Pao Pao. "It breathes." Then he looked at me. "Are you really gonna deep throat me?" he asked again.

"I think so," I said. "I need to warm up first. Boy!" I sat in a chair and began sucking my boy's cock. When he was hard, he was bigger and much longer than Boris. It was still a bit freaky to see such a tiny boy with such a massive cock. I worked on him, relaxing my throat, remembering my technique. It took a few tries, but I got him into my throat. I kept him there for a bit, and then slid him out. "I just need to work my way up, I think." I looked at Randy and said, "I know you just came, but would you mind?"

Randy smiled brightly. "Would I mind a deep throat blowjob from Trevor Hawk?" He was standing in front of me with his trousers and boring boxers around his ankles before anyone could say anything. "You understand there's no ATM bonus this time," he said with a wink. "I haven't cleaned up yet." I didn't care. I sucked him to get him hard. I moaned a bit because I wasn't expecting to taste his yummy cum, and maybe a hint of Shlomo's ass, but it was ok. I knew Shlomo was clean, and it felt kinky to know that I was doing ATM again, even without the bonus pay. I found it easier than ever to get him into my throat. It seems the more you do it, the more your throat muscles remember how to do it. I kept going on Randy until he came again, his second orgasm in twenty minutes. I think he'd gotten really frustrated from the bickering after the screening, and he needed to let off some steam.

Then three more people entered the green room, Hiro, Kenji, and Mr. Watanabe. There was a chaos of hellos and bows and kisses, after which Randy said, "Trevor was just about to try something special. You should see what he does."

I sat back on my chair, where I felt more relaxed, and Pao Pao stepped up to me. I wrapped my legs around his and took his cock into my mouth. I could open wide enough, only just, but that was good. He was wider than Randy, and quite a bit longer, but I'd learned from the German man that length isn't really that important. Hiro and Kenji stood on each side of the chair I was sitting in and watched carefully. When Pao Pao was rock hard he said, "Damn boy! You're going to do this, aren't you!"

I wished I'd shared his confidence. I pulled his cock out and said, "I need you to pull my head onto you. I can relax if you just do that, like putting on a condom or something. Really, I'll tap out if I need to. I swear."

"As you wish," he said. He held my head in place. I wasn't going anywhere. I closed my eyes. Flowers, butterflies, hawks that ate peanuts, it was all so… He was doing it! I could feel him opening my throat. I think he could feel it to, because he slowed down and didn't plunge in right away. His cock began sliding in, but it could only go so far. Planet Proton Zap, my sweet little tiny boy and his imagination, when I really needed him. He pulled harder. I thought I might really be able to do it! It was a matter of finishing the job, but he needed to pull on my head and he wasn't doing it! I reached around his ass and squeezed. I pushed into him with my face. I wanted him to do it already, but he was treating me like a soft little boy. I pulled him in hard, with my arms and legs squeezing him tight, and he seemed to lose his balance. With my legs wrapped around his, he couldn't step back and regain his balance. I had come out of the chair a little, and my weight was pushing him down and backwards. Arms began flailing, people rushed to us, but the big muscular man fell on his back, pinning my arms underneath him.

"Pao! Are you all right?" Yuko's voice called. My question exactly! I didn't mean to trip him!

"Oh sweet Jesus," said Pao Pao. He pointed to me. My arms were trapped under his ass, so I couldn't get up, but he didn't want me to get up.

"My god," said Randy.

The Watanabe boys knelt down on either side of me to see no shaft of Pao Pao's cock left showing. They looked at their father, then back at me, jaws hanging open. They seemed too stunned to smile at each other in their usual way. My lips were kissing Pao Pao's crotch. He was in, and I couldn't breathe. I lifted my head just a bit, then went up and down a few times, taking air in through my nose as I was able. He lifted his ass so I could have my hands back. I had to get up so I could breathe properly, but I had done it! Balls deep on one of the biggest cocks in porn!

Slowly I lifted my head and sat up on the pair of muscular thighs, gasping for breath. "Hawk! Honey-Hawk!" called Randy. "Are you hurt? Say something."

My boy had climbed onto the big man's legs behind me and laid the side of his head against my back. I slowly turned to Randy and let a smile slowly form as I caught my breath. Everyone applauded exuberantly except for Mr. Watanabe. He applauded politely with a serene smile. It was almost a sign of gratitude, but I think he also wanted to tell me I was far from done surprising people with my talents. He seemed to know something that I didn't.

The Watanabe boys playfully fought over my mouth as they tried to kiss me as many times as possible, but when their father cleared his throat, they seemed to remember themselves. They were proper Japanese boys when Papa was around, and well-behaved English boys when he was not. They stood up and bowed to their father from the waist, and then to me from the waist, and again to Pao Pao.

Shlomo began bouncing happily on Pao Pao's legs with his arms around my neck in a loose hug. Pao Pao sat up and kissed me. "Sweet Jesus have mercy!" he said, and the room immediately fell silent. "One man. Only one man in God's green Earth has done that for me, and that was King Khan. Trevor Hawk, I will work with you anytime, and I live in apartment 806. You are always welcome. Such a sweet boy, and a pretty boy, but dear, sweet Lord Almighty, you are a sexual angel sent direct from Heaven!"

Some people clapped, others laughed. Then a woman of about 30 with shoulder length wavy brown hair, wearing the familiar white KCU nursing uniform, entered the room, followed by Rick. "Was it you who fell, Mr. Hawk?" she asked. How did everybody know my name when they'd never met me?

"No," I said. "It was Pao Pao. I accidentally tripped him and I think he bumped his head. Do you have a lump, Pao Pao? That happens when I bump my head."

"Don't be silly," said Pao Pao. "Check the boy! He fell with me, and he got something stuck in his throat."

"Can you breathe, Mr. Hawk?" the nurse asked me.

"Sure I can," I said.

The nurse turned to Pao Pao and said, "Head trauma gets priority. Now let's not have any trouble."

"Yes, Nurse Donna," he said with a grin in false submission.

She did a series of tests with Pao Pao. She felt for a lump, and she didn't find any blood. She had him sit in a chair so she could look in his eyes with a little flashlight. She traced a pattern in front of him with her flashlight, and he had to hold his head perfectly still and follow the light only with his eyes. She asked him silly questions, like the name of the prime minister and the date. At one point he said, with his tongue sticking out, that it was Christmas day, 455 BC. "Pao Pao," she cautioned him. "You're not setting a good example for these children." After that he was completely cooperative. She had him walk away from her and back. That was apparently satisfactory, so she turned her attention to me.

"Let me guess," she said, "you were trying to see if you were the only boy in the world who could deep throat him and you two fell?"

"How did… ?"

"You boys can be quite predictable," she said, "whether you're in a child porn studio or on a school bus going to the zoo." I looked down, embarrassed.

"Donna," said Randy, "he wasn't trying to deep throat Pao Pao. He is the only boy in the world who actually has deep throated him! He actually took him all the way, balls deep when they fell. You should have seen it! In fact, since you're here for the whole show, you might get to see it again!"

"I'll need to have a look at his throat before I get excited, if you don't mind," she said. She had me sit in the same chair where Pao Pao had sat, and she pointed her flashlight at my mouth and told me to say "ahh." She looked around carefully, holding my tongue down with a wooden stick. She told me to stick my tongue out while she did that, and at one point I gagged rather hard. It had been a while since I'd gagged on anything, so that was a bit confusing. I thought lunch might be on its way out, but nothing came up.

"It's good to see you still have a normal gag reflex, Trevor," she said. "You really shouldn't deep throat all the time or you could lose your gag reflex, and that can be a bad thing."

"How will I know if I'm losing it?" I asked.

"When you no longer feel you need to make an effort to suppress your gagging when you suck someone's penis into the back of your mouth or your throat. If you no longer have to try, you must stop and come to the clinic straight away. It sounds like you've developed quite a talent," she said, looking at the size of Pao Pao's cock, "one that can make you quite famous, I should imagine, but your agent and Dr. Benson must keep an eye open for signs. There is certainly nothing wrong with deep throating someone, but too much of anything can harm you."

"Oh I have other things I do too!" I said. "I can have a really big cock in my ass, and I even fisted two women at once, and one of them wanted me to put my arm all the way up her ass to my shoulder!"

Donna almost looked as if she might gag, but she contained her reaction. Or maybe she just had to cough. She worked on a porn studio lot. Surely she'd seen such things all the time.

"Your throat looks just fine," she said, after having one last look. "How did you land? Did you bump any other part of your body?"

"No, Nurse Donna," I said. "I landed on Pao Pao, so I didn't even make it to the floor."

"Well that sounds like a safe landing!" she said with a smile. "Pao Pao," she said, turning to him, "I need to examine your penis. It was part of this accident."

"Ok," he said.

She sat in the chair and he stood in front of her. She shined her light around the top carefully, then lifted his cock and looked very carefully at the bottom and the scrotum. "Any pain when I do this?" she asked, running her finger across the lower base of his cock and the front of his scrotum.

His cock began to harden. "Does that answer your question?" he asked.

She rolled her eyes and ran her finger around the base of his cock on the top. He was fully erect, and she had to pull his cock down to have a good look as she did so. "How about now?" she asked.

"Why don't you just do a few scenes?" he asked her. "One scene? I've told you a hundred times, you'd be great!"

"I'll take that as a no," she said, grinning at Pao Pao. "Dinner at eight?"

"I wouldn't miss it," he said to her as she left, handing Rick the medical all-clear notes for Pao Pao and me.

***

After Rick and Mr. Watanabe left, Hiro and Kenji were a little more relaxed. I liked them better that way.

I found out gradually that being the director meant I was also the director in the green room. I told Hiro and Kenji they needed to get undressed, and they did, giggling occasionally to each other. I handed each of them three dildos, a tube of cherry lube, and a towel from the props table.

"I don't know if you've had a chance to see the script," I said to them, "but Pao Pao over there has a very big cock, as you've seen, and the first action in this scene is each of you boys sitting on his cock and sliding it all the way inside, right away. You have to make it look like it's a real struggle, but I want it to be easy for you, and very fast if that's possible." They looked at each other, Kenji with fear in his eyes, and Hiro with grave reassurance.

"Hiro, you've had a dildo in your ass that was almost as big as his cock, and you were begging for a larger one. Do you remember how we did that?" He nodded, or bowed at the neck, I couldn't tell. "We started with a small dildo, and we worked up to the big one," I said.

"Think of it. You sweet little boys will walk out on the stage, and within a minute or two you will both have had Pao Pao's cock fully inside you. I think the audience will really like that, but in order to do that, you have to get ready now. You have to open up in here first. Start small, and work your way up. After the largest of those three, you won't think Pao Pao is so big after all. A real cock feels smaller and nicer than a dildo that's the same size. It also helps that you control the dildo. You press it into your ass steadily, as slow as you like. I think it's a good idea to sit down on them. It's the same with Pao Pao. He won't be moving. You'll be in charge. You'll decide how fast or slow you go, but I need you to go down as fast as you can. You've got just over a half hour to get ready."

"How did you learn all that?" asked Pao Pao. "You're brand new here, and you're only eight!"

"Nearly nine! And I have roommates who know a lot of the tricks," I said, winking at Yuko. "Do you think you'll be able to cum in just a couple minutes for me?"

"It'll be hard not to if you do me like you just did, Lord have mercy!"

"Uh… Ok," I said, not knowing at all whether I could deep throat him again without falling on top of him.

***

"Fifteen minutes!" said Rick as he swept through the green room.

"Fifteen minutes, thank you," we replied.

I went into the single dressing room that we all shared. I wanted to check on Hiro and Kenji, and to change into my costume.

The boys were lying on their shoulders, their asses up against the wall, with their hands holding their legs spread wide and their knees bent. A young, pretty woman in a vest and a pink miniskirt with round glasses, whom I didn't recognize, was squatting against the wall rather indelicately between them, manipulating their dildos. Hiro had his standard look of extreme excitement, which means no smile, eyes wide open, mouth open, and making barking sounds that I could never tell were good or bad. Kenji had his eyes nearly closed, looking down toward the woman (I could swear he was looking up her skirt), with a serene expression on his face, but his feet were twitching. I noticed they had the largest dildos in their asses, and they were wearing their collars.

I also noticed that Kenji had his hand on the woman's bare thigh, which he was stroking gently. Hiro wasn't hard, but Kenji was. I had all kinds of questions for Kenji, but I didn't have time to ask them. Maybe after the performance. We were getting close to Showtime, so my curiosity would have to wait.

The woman smiled at me as I entered the dressing room. She let go of the dildos and said, "Sorry boys, you'll have to take over again." Then she approached me, kissed me, and said, "Hi! I'm Marlene. I'm your dresser. Rhys said you could use a little help for this show."

Marlene appeared to be under twenty, and by the sound of her voice, she might have been a great deal under twenty. She was extremely pretty, with thick, red hair, big blue eyes, and lots of cute freckles. I felt funny when she kissed me. I didn't get a boner, and I didn't want to get naked with her (though I would soon be naked in front of her), but I wanted something from her.

Kenji had a look of mild concentration on his face as he carefully watched the huge dildo move in and out. "Can you show me how to be pretty like you?" I asked Marlene with a sudden realization.

She giggled cutely and said, "You are so sweet!" Then she kissed me again and showed me to the full length mirror and said, "You already are that pretty! And more! I don't think I could teach you anything. But we can compare beauty tips later. It's time we got you into your costume. By the way, I LOVE your outfit! Look at those boots! And that skirt is so adorable! I just love it when boys wear miniskirts, don't you?"

I smiled and undressed as she commented on each item in my outfit. "Oh we need to do something about those socks though," she said. I handed her my things as I removed them, and she hung them on coat hangers, even my tube socks. When I handed her my knickers, she said, "These really are made for boys, aren't they." She was feeling around the front and noticed there was a bulge in their shape.

I stood naked in front of her, and Hiro began slapping the floor and grunting. "No cumming," I said. "Save it for the performance. Stop if you need to." He took his hand off of the dildo and left it all the way inserted. Kenji continued to study his, as if more fascinated by its movement in and out than by how it felt in his ass.

"Here are your royal boots," said Marlene as she pulled them off a shelf above the coat hangers. "Why don't you just sit down here," she said, indicating a sort of low bench under the coat hangers, "and we'll get you into these." She held my left leg under my knee, and I discovered another way I liked to be touched. I pointed my bare toes into the boot, and she gently pulled the boot up with her left hand while feeding my bare leg into it with her right hand. "Oh," she said, noticing my boner. "Rhys said you liked these boots, and I must say they do make your leg look very sexy." She stroked my thigh as she made that comment.

I don't think I was turned on by her. I don't know really. It made me horny to feel sexy though, and she was making me feel very sexy. "How old are you?" I asked, rather abruptly.

"I'm fifteen," she said. "I've been doing films here for years, but I wanted to spend some time now in each of the departments to learn all I can about film making. Right now I'm working with Rhys in Wardrobe mostly, but in August I'll be learning about sound design."

"Oh, will you be working with that nice man Gary in the recording studio?" I asked.

"Oh Gary is a sweetie," she said, "but no. That's called audio engineering. Sound designers decide how everything should sound, and at bigger studios like Frenetic, they have the technical people like Gary to record those sounds and create special effects. I might ask Gary to record something for me, but I probably won't be in the studio when he does it. At smaller studios, the sound designer has to do everything, including all the engineering, so I'll need to learn that stuff too, though I don't have to be as good at it as Gary is. He just works in the studio, and he's the very best." She held my right leg under the knee and slid the other boot up my leg. I watched my boner bounce up and down as her hand stroked my skin. The fur boot lining tickled my feet. "So you're the director they say," she said.

"Yes, I am," I said as she worked on the fasteners of my left boot. "Not much to it really. Right now the biggest job seems to be none of us cumming before the show."

She giggled cutely again and said, "Well, I won't stroke it or anything. Pao Pao did ask me to fluff him before going out, so when I get you sorted, I've got another job to do. He's not in danger of cumming, is he?"

"Well, when I had him in deep throat…"

"You what?" she giggled. "You shouldn't boast like that you know. Someone might believe you. I'd quite like to see that actually, a little boy like you stuffed balls deep with huge man cock."

"But it's ok to believe me," I said. "I really did, and I'm going to try to do it again for the show."

"Trevor Hawk," she said, furiously working the fasteners on my right boot, "I'd love to hear your story another time, but I really must see to Pao Pao." She hurriedly threw the heavy robe around me and put the crown on my head. "Done! Now kiss me, you incredibly sexy little sweetie!"

I returned her kiss, looking into her eyes, but I didn't smile.

"Five minutes, that's five minutes people"

"Five minutes, thank you"

"What do you boys think?" I asked Hiro and Kenji.

"Look," said Kenji. He removed the huge dildo completely, looking me in the eye, and reinserted it fully without batting a pretty eyelash. "I'm ready," he said, "and Brother is also ready."

"Uh huh," said Hiro. "You do it. I'll show you."

"Ok," I said, taking hold of his dildo and removing it. As I reinserted it he moaned, his eyes closing slowly. "I am ready now," he said.

"All right then, great job," I said. "Put that lot aside, wipe the extra lube from your ass, but leave plenty in your hole. We mustn't be seen lubing onstage, and you two need to get into your flaming knickers and cuffs, and get those leashes on as well!"

I still don't know where it came from, but I seemed to be prone to these fits of dominance. I was just ordering around two of the cutest, sexiest, and sweetest boys I'd met. They were my friends.

"Yes Mr. Hawk," they both said.

I gave them each a kiss and said, "I'm Trevor, and I'm your mate."

I stepped into the green room with my robe open wide at the front so I wouldn't step on it. Marlene was sucking Pao Pao's cock vigorously, and Randy came to me for a great big kiss.

"You look sensational! Are you ready, Hawk?" he asked. I nodded, which made the crown fall off. Randy caught it and put it back on my head. "Best make sure you don't nod onstage. I'm going to take my seat in the audience. We're almost at places. Break a leg, Hawk!"

"Yeah, see ya," I said to him. My legs were too sexy to break. I looked into the full-length mirror and caressed my sexy thighs. What a horrible thought!

"Marlene, make sure you cover him with cherry lube when you're done," I said as she worked to get less than half of Pao Pao's cock in her mouth. "Lots of it. Don't worry about shine. He'll be facing his ass to the audience." She nodded.

"She'd better work me until places," said Pao Pao. "It's not the same without your throat," he said, kissing me.

Marlene's eyes grew wide with astonishment. "You thought I was telling stories!" I said to her.

I was dom. I was the director, king of the green room, king of the scene. None of those people would have been there without me, and that was undeniable. The promo screening was surreal, but this was not. This made sense. I was king!

I rose from my throne to get a better view, which was a slight deviation from my script. Hiro got that look on his face – determined, almost angry. I looked at the great porn-man cock again, putting my royal boot on Pao Pao's knee to hold it down, asserting my dominance, and Hiro abruptly sat down all the way, letting out several barks of triumph, or perhaps suffering. I could never tell which.

Chapter 61
Trevor Neverland

"Places! We are at places everybody! Break a leg!" called Rick as he made his way round the green room and into the dressing room.

Before going onstage, I turned to Shlomo and said. "I'm proud of my boy today, very proud. Sit here on the settee until we return after the show. I'll have something special for you tonight."

"Yes Master!"

***

I made my way down the corridor to the stage. The throne was dead center. Pao Pao, Yuko, and the boys were offstage, stage left. The boys looked far, far sexier than I'd ever seen them.

I picked up the scepter from the throne and slouched at an angle with my legs crossed and casually extended in front of me. My throne was so close to the curtain that my feet were touching it. I straightened my crown and pulled my robe around me, almost closed, leaving a slight view of my cock for the audience, and holding the scepter across my chest. I looked through the dim light toward Paul, who now was wearing his headset with a light mounted on top of it. I gave him a thumbs-up sign, which he returned with an encouraging smile. There was no stopping it now. My first creative project that was all done by me, all my ideas were happening, and I could no longer stop it. If it was stupid, it was my stupid fault. If they loved it, they loved my brilliant creation.

Suddenly everything was very personal. It was my job to get the boys ready, to make sure everything was in place, even to make sure Marlene remembered to lube Pao Pao with the cherry stuff. If anybody really screwed something up, it would be me the audience would blame, but I lived for the thrill! An embarrassing sexual train wreck might be like getting caught naked wanking in the tree.

***

Paul turned off his headset lamp, and the lights backstage faded to black. The fanfare began, increasing in volume and energy. The music and sound cues were played through speakers for the audience and also through speakers near the top of the curtain, aimed at the stage, so the actors could hear them too, no matter how loud the audience got. I watched as a small crack of light appeared at the bottom of the curtain. It slowly widened and brightened. Lights began to fade up above me as the curtain rose. I was surprised to hear the motors lifting the curtain through all that loud music. I could begin to see the thick, soft, red carpet projecting from under my throne to cover the thrust part of the stage, which was in front of the curtain. All of the action in the show, except for the Watanabe boys on their bondage crosses, was to take place on that carpet.

I could hear the crowd roaring with applause, but they seemed far off at first. When the curtain passed above the level of my head, the audience suddenly became almost deafening, and I could see them for the first time. They all had faces, and they were all real people. Somehow, that made things feel very, very real. I felt a rush of fear, worse than any I had felt up to that point, but there was nothing I could do now except try to relax and maybe even have fun. Try to have fun – sure. That's what Randy kept telling me, but he wasn't sitting in that throne!

This was my fantasy with those cute Japanese boys, and they'd looked incredibly sexy before the lights went dark. I knew I would soon have my way with them. That thought calmed me down quite a bit. I could see the stage spotlights appear as the curtain made its way toward the top of its course, and that light made it nearly impossible to see the audience anymore. I would have to wait for the post-show meet-and-greet to see them again.

"I am His Majesty, King Hawk of Trevor Neverland" resounded through the hall over the persistent yet dying cheers. I held my eyes down and to the right, trying to appear supremely uninterested in the audience. I thought about dominating the boys. I was king, and the royal willy was becoming hard. It would remain that way through the whole show.

The most beautiful sight in the world appeared next. "One day a king's messenger arrived from a far-off land bearing a gift of two beautiful boys and their wet nurse" played over the speakers. I looked briefly as Pao Pao, with his big porn man cock almost erect, approached my throne from stage left and moved down onto the thrust, the leashed boys in tow. The effect of the multi-colored stage lights on the boys and on their sparkly costumes, the bright colors against their deep tan, soft skin, and naked Yuko, walking elegantly and sexily behind in submission, defied my expectations. Yuko remained slightly up and left of my throne, her soft cock somehow adding to her elegant beauty. We had planned that it should remain limp until it was needed later.

Pao Pao stood nearly in front of me, but off to the side. "How do we know this gift is worthy of such a mighty king?" I asked. My first line. "I required a show of their worth. I made them sit on the messenger's huge cock to show they were willing to suffer for me." played over the speakers. Pao Pao lay on the red carpet with his completely erect cock pointing heavenward. He kept hold of the boys' leashes in his left hand. Kenji pulled his knickers down and removed his right foot. With a look of complete serenity, he straddled Pao Pao, stretched both his arms straight forward, and squatted smoothly down onto Pao Pao's cock without effort, guiding the mighty cock with his ass, without using his hands, and without Pao Pao needing to aim his cock toward the boy's hole. Kenji truly had a talent for this. The audience erupted with cheers and applause. Kenji sat there until the audience quieted. I gave Kenji a very serious look, trying to tell him this was no time to smile or bow. He arose, pulled his knickers back up, and knelt to the right of my throne as the audience gave him another round.

Hiro crossed to stage center and pulled his knickers down, only leaving one foot through a leg opening, but he had removed his left foot, which meant his knickers would be hidden from the audience's view. A minor mistake for a very new boy. He straddled Pao Pao, and the audience began cheering immediately. Hiro was clearly younger than Kenji, so Hiro was going to be their darling in this segment with Pao Pao. He looked at me, a bit of fear in his eye. I looked confidently from his eyes to Pao Pao's cock. He waited for the audience to calm down, then thrust his arms forward, settling himself down rather quickly on the giant cock, but not all the way down.

Pao Pao briefly had to hold his cock in place with his right hand, but that was ok. It just make Hiro look less experienced, which the crowd seemed to love. A wild cheer arose as he first began to settle in, but they all gasped as he lifted back up again. I rose from my throne to get a better view, which was a slight deviation from my script. Hiro got that look on his face – determined, almost angry. I looked at the great porn-man cock again, putting my royal boot on Pao Pao's knee to hold it down, asserting my dominance, and Hiro abruptly sat down all the way, letting out several barks of triumph, or perhaps suffering. I could never tell which.

The crowd was, of course, deafening. I gave Hiro a look that I hoped he took to mean subtle approval before seating myself back on my throne. It was great showmanship, but if he was in pain, he needed to stop where he was and get up. At my nod, he leaned forward and lifted himself slowly off from Pao Pao's cock. He stood up, pulled his knickers back up, and knelt next to his brother. I looked at them seriously to make sure they didn't smile, and to look for any signs that Hiro might have hurt himself. Pao Pao stood up to the left of my throne, facing me, fully hard.

I turned to face forward, putting my feet flat on the floor, spreading them slightly. I pulled my robe open a bit more, feeling the air on all of the important bits that I wanted the audience to see. The audience was more sensitive than a six year-old boy during his first orgasm. Simply by facing them and showing them a very small amount of skin, they went totally wild! I needed to rein them in somehow. I raised my scepter and looked sternly around at them. Of course I couldn't see any of them, but I knew where they were. They settled eventually, and I said, "We thank you for your service, Messenger, and we will pay the customary fee for messengers to our court."

I stood up, threw my arms outward, and let the robe fall to the floor, revealing myself naked except for crown and boots. I held that pose with my arms wide for what felt like an eternity until the audience calmed down again. I took Pao Pao's hand, and we took two steps forward. We turned to face each other, and as I dropped to my knees on the carpet, the crowd exploded again. I took Pao Pao's hard cock into my mouth again, pulling hard on his ass. Paul snuck onstage from behind my throne, where the lights had been turned down, and removed my robe discreetly.

Planet Proton Zap with the paisley butterflies and colorful flowers came to mind again. The noise was just a rocket blasting off. I loved having a big cock in my mouth. I grabbed Pao Pao's right hand, put it on my head, and pressed my head into his cock. He understood, and this time he didn't hold back. I was lying in a meadow of purple and yellow flowers with pink…

Blast off! The audience was quite deafening. Pao Pao held my head in place for about ten seconds, then began slowly thrusting in and out of my throat. I breathed while I could through my nose, like before in the green room. It wasn't easy, but we both knew what we could do now. I felt his cock pressing into the top of my chest, deeper than anyone else had gone when I deep-throated them. I tried to swallow it whole. I remembered that made it feel really good for the man. I tickled his balls a bit. I pulled him in harder, and he fucked my throat faster. Soon he pulled out slowly. I kept my mouth open. He set his cock head on my lower lip and wanked just three strokes before he shot a fountain of cum into my mouth. I swallowed a little with my mouth open, and more kept shooting. When he finished wanking, I turned toward the screaming crowd, stuck my tongue out just a bit to show them the treat I had, just to make them jealous, and I swallowed it. Then I took Pao Pao's cock in my mouth again to clean it off.

I had another line to say, but they wouldn't stop screaming. I'd left my scepter on the carpet by Pao Pao's feet (which probably wasn't a very regal thing to do with it). I picked it up and held it high and steady. That trick seemed to work. "You may leave us, Messenger, and join us at our table this evening for a feast of thanks," I said. He bowed and handed me the boys' leashes. I sat back on my throne, naked. As Pao Pao exited, there was a round of applause for him, but not the crazy screaming like before.

***

"Wet Nurse, approach our throne," I said. "Show me how you nurse these boys." Yuko crossed in front of my throne to a position about a meter down and stage right of me. I yanked on the boys' leashes. They jerked their heads at different times, but no one seemed to mind. The boys knelt, facing Yuko, toward stage right, with Hiro nearest the audience. Yuko was soft, as I wanted her to be. Hiro was the baby who needed something soft to suck on, so he started. The crowd cheered. Hiro kept his eyes closed, or very nearly so, and leaned his head against Yuko's body, facing the audience, as he suckled the soft cock off to the side. I'd asked Yuko to stay soft as long as she could, and she was doing a very good job of it – much better than I could have done. Hiro was brilliant in this part. He was simply adorable, and what lovelier sight is there than an adorable little boy suckling? The crowd cheered constantly. Yuko was hard after about a minute. I couldn't blame her. The sight of his skin against his ultra-bright yellow knickers and accessories was almost the same as feeling his soft body. Once Yuko was hard, Hiro couldn't fit much of her cock into his mouth, though he tried hard, scaring us by gagging twice.

Hiro sucked her for about five minutes, which is a very long time if you've never timed it for yourself. When it was Kenji's turn, Hiro knelt back, sitting on his feet, so the audience could see while Kenji knelt upright. Kenji was the older boy, more determined, more full of action, and more aggressive with his blowjob. It was his job to get Yuko to the edge of cumming, and that only took about three minutes. She gave me the signal, and I stood up, pushing the boys back, and said, "I shall sample her nutrients."

The crowd erupted again, of course. I knelt in front of her and took her hard cock immediately deep into my throat. Of course the crowd roared again. After only thirty seconds or so, she pulled back, I opened my mouth, and she shot her cum at close range, mostly into my mouth, but some onto either side of my face. I didn't think she'd be able to do that, but she was a pro, and it was perfect! I swallowed what was in my mouth (her cum was unusually sweet), and each of the boys licked their side of my face clean. How Yuko was able to shoot just a little cum on each side for each boy, I'll never know. I have never seen teenage boys that accurate. The crowd had been screaming the whole time.

***

I stood up and waved Yuko away. She led the two boys by their leashes offstage. Over the speakers, my voice said, "It was time to sample the delights of these two boys." I stood in the light in the middle of the thrust with my arms crossed, feeling incredibly sexy in my boots with my scepter and crown. I savored the lingering taste of Yuko's cum, and my cock was diamond-hard as I thought of what was to come.

Behind me, the lights were lowered, and I could hear Paul, Pao Pao, and Yuko rearranging the scenery, and the boys. I knew that Paul was clearing the throne away, and Paul and Yuko were hanging the boys up for their next entrance. Pao Pao and Yuko each wheeled an upside-down boy on a bondage cross into a light that had just faded up on the stage behind me. I made a mental note to wear earplugs during my next show to a Japanese audience, as this round of riotous applause hurt my ears. I turned around and approached Kenji on stage right. I stuck my cock in his face, he sucked it right in, and he sucked it aggressively. After about three minutes or so, I was in danger of cumming, so I pulled out of his mouth and crossed to Hiro. I stroked the soft skin covering different parts of his body. I needed to buy some time before letting him suck me because Kenji had me so close to cumming. (I would pay him back with my scepter soon enough.) I'm not sure it helped to caress his soft body like I was doing because I could feel a rush of pleasure in my cock when I did that. I toyed with his hard little cock for a while, which he wasn't expecting, so he gave a nice yelp – the crowd loved that. He was sensitive, but I felt like a tyrant. I offered my cock to his mouth, which he accepted immediately. His sweet blowjob quickly turned into an aggressive face-fuck. I held up my scepter to the crowd and showed them the dildo handle. I brought it down and pressed it against Hiro's hole until it slid in. I rammed it up and down. Then I sucked his cock madly. His body shook. He kicked against his bindings, but his restraints held. I could feel myself getting ready to cum, so I pulled out of his mouth and concentrated on sucking him and ramming his ass. He howled. He writhed. He suddenly screamed such a shrill sound the audience had no difficulty hearing him over their own noise. His body jerked and spasmed as if he were having a seizure. I knew it was cruel to push him like this, but I thought later he might thank me for it, and the audience sounded as if they were all cumming with him. This would only increase his tips after the show.

I abruptly stopped sucking him and yanked my scepter out and held it high. It's not that the audience needed any encouragement, but that was the plan. I returned to Kenji; I stuck my cock in his open mouth and began to suck his. I loved the skin these boys had, so soft and sexy. I guess it was just regular boy skin, but maybe it was the deep tan color that made it seem softer than it was. I held the scepter up high again, then brought it down to Kenji's hole. He was sucking me so aggressively I had to pull out again. The plan was for me to cum last, but I wanted so badly to cum right then! I sucked his cock as I shoved the scepter suddenly, though easily, into his hole. I sucked him hard and aggressively as he had done me. I rammed the scepter up and down hard – the fucking triad again: deeper, faster, and harder. He began singing this shrill note. I gave him my cock back, and he stopped singing and put his energy back into sucking. I stroked his beautiful inner thigh as I sucked harder, ramming faster, and he suddenly blew my cock out of his mouth and shrieked. He had no control over any part of his body. I continued sucking and ramming him as I had done with Hiro. He writhed madly against his chains, his screams so shrill that my ears ached again, but I wasn't letting him go!

Then I got a crazy idea. I was going to go off-script. I was the director, I reasoned, so I was allowed to do that. It would buy me a little more time before I came too. I stepped out onto the thrust and pointed to my hard cock. I shrugged. I pointed my scepter at Hiro, and put my hand to my ear. The crowd screamed. Then I pointed it at Kenji, with my hand to my ear. They screamed again. I went back and forth. Half seemed to want the sweet little boy, and half seemed to want the older aggressive one to suck the orgasm out of me. So I went to Hiro and face-fucked his tired head for a few minutes, and then to Kenji, who had me in a screaming boygasm within a minute.

Meg, the sound designer, apparently realized the crowd was not going to settle down, so she cranked up the volume of the sound system so my voice could be heard to say, "The gift was worthy, and Trevor Neverland had a new friend and ally" as the curtain fell. Pao Pao and Yuko hurried out behind the curtain to get the boys down from the crosses. When they were down, we all stood in a row almost touching the curtain, holding hands. I was in the center, Kenji was on my right, and Yuko to his right. Little Hiro was on my left, and Pao Pao was to his left. The Watanabe boys were a little unsteady, but they held up well enough. The curtain went up again, and we all stepped forward onto the thrust to take a bow. Everyone seemed to be standing and screaming. The curtain went down behind us, and we took one more bow before the house lights came up.

Chapter 62
Meet & Greet

I grabbed Kenji and then Hiro and gave them hugs and kisses. They were both so excited it seemed they were in a place beyond happy. They weren't exactly smiling – more like giving off short screams, and then falling into a big hug with each other, vigorously rubbing each other's backs, and both crying. If I were them, I'd be nearly unconscious with exhaustion. I saw that Paul was checking up on them, so I kissed and hugged Yuko, and thanked her for her amazing control. I hugged and kissed Pao Pao, and asked, "806?"

"That's right, Trevor! 806! You can bring your boy too!" Pao Pao had told me before the show that he lived in apartment 806 in the adult building, and he invited me over to play anytime. There were lots of things I wanted to try with his big porn man cock, and he was a real sweetheart to work with.

Raoul and four other security officers moved in front of the stage and stood at points around the thrust, with two more standing back by the curtain. Five Japanese men and women took their places next to each security officer. It seemed they expected quite a crowd for audience tips and autographs. But then I thought there were five actors this time, not three, and most of the audience were Japanese, so maybe they needed interpreters, or maybe they also brought their own security. Everyone was so excited about what Mr. Buford had done that maybe they just wanted extra security for us.

We all stepped aside as Mr. Eastman climbed the stairs onto the low part of the stage in front of the curtain to make his announcement about tipping and how to behave properly. After each sentence, he paused, and a man's voice spoke over the speakers in Japanese. Mr. Eastman was much more careful than he had been the day before in telling the crowd what was allowed, even though they knew there was no one there who had a reputation for misbehaving around child porn actors.

"My good ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, and I do see a number of you boys and girls in the audience." Children's voices could be heard cheering at this, some when Mr. Eastman spoke in English, and some after the interpreter's voice. "Let me conclude my remarks, because I know you are not here to listen to an old windbag like myself.

" First, let us offer one more round of applause for the stars of our show, first, Yuko and Pao Pao, please take a bow." They did, and the audience cheered happily. "Please remember them with your generosity, as they worked quite hard on this production." The cheers became quite enthusiastic when Mr. Eastman said this. "Next, a new rising star who has already set several records here at Frenetic, one who will no doubt change the course of child pornography itself, the curiously talented and phenomenally beautiful boy, and director of this production, Trevor Hawk!" I bowed, then spotted Randy in the audience in the third row on the center aisle. I could hear him screaming over the Japanese audience members, which I thought was quite impressive.

"Yes, yes," said Mr. Eastman. "We are very proud of Frenetic's emerging superstar, young Trevor here, but today's performance was the debut of our newest stars, signed to Frenetic only yesterday. I give you first, Kenji Watanabe!" Kenji took a bow, and the audience cheered raucously, as they had done all night. "Yes, welcome to Frenetic, Kenji!" said Mr. Eastman when the crowd had calmed somewhat. "With your svelte body, your calm beauty, and the sheer magnitude of sexuality you radiate, you are surely at the beginning of what promises to be a truly marvelous career in child pornography here at Frenetic." The crowd again erupted, this time in two stages, when Mr. Eastman finished what he had to say and again when the translator finished. "Finally, ladies and gentlemen, and especially you boys and girls, whom I know absolutely adore our final star, I give you the younger of the Watanabe brothers, Hiro Watanabe!" The screaming actually hurt my ears. "Welcome to you as well," continued Mr. Eastman when the crowd allowed. "Hiro, you have that rare combination of sexual energy, true courage, a sense of wonderment, and innocent, adorable, boyish beauty that will surely catch many of our viewers off-guard when they see you in action. Our investment in you is very well placed. May our humble studio prove worthy of you and your brother, Hiro and Kenji Watanabe."

I was not used to someone else getting as much applause as I got, but I had to remember that most of the crowd was from Japan, and friends, relatives, or business associates of Hiro and Kenji's father, and in fact Hiro was truly spectacular in the performance. It was obvious from the start that the audience would love him.

"Yes, welcome, Hiro, and welcome, Kenji, to the Frenetic family!" said Mr. Eastman. "Now, I've already told you about our tradition here at Frenetic Studios that following a live performance such as this, the stars of the performance will be happy to greet you and sign autographs and whatnot, and I've been emphatic, and I must again remind you to be extremely respectful in following our rules concerning touch with our young boys and girl." There was some mumbling in the audience at this. "Yes, Yuko is indeed a girl." Yuko smiled sweetly and waved to the audience. "We do respect each person's identity here," Mr. Eastman continued. "But I have good news for you from our kind host, Mr. Eiji Watanabe. It is customary to offer a tip to the actors as you greet them, ask for kisses, autographs, et cetera, and that custom will be followed this afternoon, but a very generous tip will be provided on your behalf by Mr. Watanabe himself today. You need not offer a tip of any sort. Our hospitality hostesses at the stage will place tips beside the actor of your choice. They will also serve as interpreters if your English is as rusty as my terrible Japanese language skills. Now I must ask you to form queues down the aisles. When the usher at the front of the queue releases you, you should approach the actor you wish to meet. It is important that the area around the stage not get too crowded, you see. Now, I do hope you all enjoy yourselves!"

***

Things seemed to go on and on this time, and I felt impatient. I wanted to get back to the green room and have a celebration with everyone. What a show! I was too excited to sit calmly and talk to people, but I knew these were all Mr. Watanabe's associates, and I had a duty to him to do my best. It wasn't just because he paid for the show, and now he was paying for everybody's tips. He was Hiro and Kenji's dad, and they almost worshipped him. In a strange way, that made me feel as if my duty to him was more personal than performing for the man who pays. It was more than respect as well. He was a very formal man, maybe even strict, but I felt love for him, a lot of love, and I knew his boys did too. His strictness and formality always came with love. (Mum's strictness usually came when she ran out of gin.) I remembered the way he'd reacted when I gave him a soaking wet hug at Cockerel Manor. He smiled and told me about the happiness of youth or something like that. I had never known anyone like him.

It took time for the interpreters to do their jobs, but it was nice to meet so many polite people. I never felt I had to worry about anyone being drunk or uncomfortable. The interpreters turned out to be the hospitality hostesses Mr. Eastman had mentioned. They were all dressed in blue suits with skirts. Raoul was to my left, and a very pretty young Japanese woman with bangs and a ponytail stood to his left, serving as hospitality hostess for people who wanted to visit me, interpreting for about half of them. Before each person approached me, she handed Raul a folded wad of cash that she took from a large black leather case that was hanging from her shoulder.

All of the men gave me a cock tug, which was quite fun, and even though I had just cum, I was hard during the entire event. The women usually wanted cock tugs too, and nearly all of them wanted kisses. I treated the children, both boys and girls, and there were a lot of them, to a little extra attention. I asked Raoul to pick them up and set them on my lap unless they were bigger than me. Unfortunately, most of them were bigger than me.

The youngest kid there was a very bashful boy who couldn't even have been seven years old. He spoke no English, but he had a very sweet face, and his smiles told me what I wanted to know. Raoul put him on my lap facing me, and he immediately grabbed my cock and began wanking me. He was wearing tiny black shorts, so I caressed his small thighs. I leaned in to kiss his sweet little lips, and I couldn't believe the feeling I had. Maybe it was the excitement from having just done an extremely successful live performance, or maybe it was the little boy's simple cuteness and sexual eagerness, but I came only a few seconds after I began to kiss him. I was so surprised that I barked out loud, which made everyone turn to look at me. When they realized what had happened, the crowd cheered again, and the boy raised his hands as if in victory. I gave him a big hug and a slow kiss on his sweet lips and thanked him, through the interpreter, for the excellent hand job. I told him I thought he would do very well in child porn, though usually kids have to be eight years old to perform regularly in most studios around the world. Kids just don't understand how to perform for other people before they're eight. Usually. If an agent, the child's parents, and KCU's Exemptions Committee all agree, a child may fluff or perform at age seven, usually with restrictions, and even younger if they are not penetrated or just posing nude. Randy had once told me that if he'd known me earlier, I was the kind of boy who would have been allowed to perform at seven because, as he says, I am such a "natural."

A lot of the kids in the audience were just the right age to be recruited by child pornography studios in Japan, and I think that's why so many of them had come with their parents – to see our studio and to meet real child porn actors, even though we were all rookies, except for Yuko. Since she was fifteen, Yuko was still a child according to Frenetic policy.

I told all of the kids they could play with my boner if they wanted, not just the cute little boy. That made all of them giggle, though most of them did play with it. I asked them if they wanted me to touch their cock or pussy. If they did, I asked their parent, or whatever adult they were with, if it was ok, and then if possible, I reached inside their pants and gave them a good rub, and usually posed for pictures or videos taken on their parents' cell phones. Some kids came to the front of the queue naked. They were the ones who wanted to be noticed by Frenetic, or one of Mr. Watanabe's agencies. While they were on my lap, I wanked them for about 30 seconds if they wanted it, or I rubbed the girls' pussies, again smiling for their parents' cameras. Three boys and two girls orgasmed during their 30 seconds. Not bad, I thought. I wondered how many of those pictures and videos would be used to apply for auditions in Japan. I noticed most of the boys had boners when they approached me, whether they were naked or not. The ones who were not naked usually seemed embarrassed by it. Some of those boys were just gorgeous, and I didn't want to let them go. I had developed a taste for Japanese boys, and I still love them.

If kids were bigger than me, I invited them to sit on the stage next to me, and if they wanted it, I sat on their laps instead. Two older girls and one boy just wanted to suck my tired cock, so I let them for thirty seconds. That had become my time limit for sexual touch at meet & greets. It just felt like the right amount of time. One young woman lifted her shirt and asked me to sign her breast. After that, I wound up signing all sorts of body parts. No huge German porn star cocks though.

I occasionally glanced over at the others, and I could see all kinds of girls going crazy for Hiro. He seemed a bit lost amidst all the girl attention, and a bit uncomfortable, shifting from side to side and fidgeting. Not many boys came to see him though. I thought that was odd for an audience at an all gay show. Kenji had a constant flow of visitors too, and he seemed to attract mostly boys and men. Then I remembered the attention Kenji seemed to be paying to Marlene, the dresser girl who helped to loosen him up before the show. Was Kenji straight and getting the attention from all the boys while Hiro was gay and getting all the girls? Certainly Hiro looked uncomfortable. I thought how Yvgenia might react if Kenji turned out to be straight. She fancied him!

I was very pleased to see Yuko was also being kept quite busy, and she seemed to know several of the audience members. She of course needed no interpreter. I think a lot of audience members also wanted to talk to a very experienced child porn star, particularly one from Japan. I don't think any of them realized that Pao Pao started making porn just before he turned eight, and he had far more experience as a child porn star than anyone in the room. He wasn't Japanese, but he grew up on an island not far from Japan, and he also spoke Japanese. He had been standing on the floor in order to be more accessible. We kids sat on the stage because we were so much shorter than the adults.

The token man in a live performance gets almost no tips, but it seemed several of the men from Japan wanted to talk to him about his muscles and his workout and dietary supplement routines. Several men pointed to his penis as they asked questions. One took hold of it and looked it over carefully. Pao Pao waved off his security officer, who was about to respond to this offense. The hospitality host working with his security officer gave Pao Pao tips whenever anyone joined the conversation. It seemed clear that Mr. Watanabe wanted everybody to receive as much money in tips as possible. There was one woman, however, who asked for permission to try to deep throat him. I was impressed that he was able to stay hard for her, a woman, but he did. He was a porn professional, and that meant he could get hard on command. His cock clearly never made it into her throat though. After her failed attempt, she turned to me and blew me a kiss. I grinned and caught it with my hand, then blew a kiss back to her. Later she appeared in my line and asked me how I had deep throated him. I told her, but she said that was the same way she deep throats men, and it didn't work. That confused me, because she was a grown-up, and her throat was surely wider than mine, but then Dr. Gupta thought I might have that IAH thing that made my throat stretch easily. I didn't bother trying to explain that to her because I didn't really understand it myself. Besides, as I later learned, sometimes there are trade secrets that are worth keeping. She was pleased that I gave her a tongue kiss before she left.

Several people went through the lines multiple times so they could meet several of us, or all of us. That meant there would be more tip money than just one tip per person in the 96-seat theater, but Mr. Watanabe wanted it, and I knew his tips would be generous. Randy remained seated alongside Mr. Watanabe during the whole meet-and-greet. They seemed to be discussing business, but they could have been talking about anything. Mr. Watanabe always had a calm look on his face, and it was difficult to tell when he was happy or upset. Given the reaction of the crowd though, I couldn't imagine him being unhappy about anything.

***

After the last of the audience left, Hiro was able to absorb what had just happened. He began jumping up and down, shouting in Japanese and smiling, even laughing hysterically. Whatever he was shouting made the hospitality hostesses put their hands over their mouths to hide their laughter. He looked at his brother most of the time, who was much more calm, but smiling broadly and trying to grab his brother into a hug. They locked each other into a strong hug, and they both jumped together.

Then Hiro began to cry. I was afraid for just a moment because I hadn't understood what all that jumping and shouting was about. Had he been hurt? Had he had some kind of mental breakdown? Turns out it was happy tears. I never knew any group of people besides child porn actors who had more happy tears than sad tears. Kenji tried to explain it to me. He said Hiro had somehow not wanted to believe any of this was true, so he just didn't. He went along with the fantasy, not accepting it because he didn't want to be hurt when he found out it was all a great wind-up. I could sure understand that. His way of handling it was plain denial, whereas mine was more paranoia. But after the live performance, he could no longer deny his good fortune, and things sort of hit him all at once.

Mr. Watanabe came to the stage, smiling more broadly than I'd seen him smile so far. Kenji let go of his teary-eyed brother in order to bow to their father as he approached. He went first to Kenji, kissed and hugged him serenely, then leaned forward and they touched foreheads while Mr. Watanabe said something that seemed important to his son. When Mr. Watanabe released Kenji, he turned to his younger son and picked him up quite effortlessly to cradle him in his arms. He carried him to a quiet corner in the room, and Hiro cried for at least another five minutes. That reminded me of how I cried and cried in Randy's arms the day before in my dressing room when I had become so stressed about my new fortune.

Then I turned to the one man I wanted to see more than anyone! Randy picked me up and hugged me before I had the chance to kiss him. He twirled me around shouting, "Yeah Hawk! That's my boy! That's my boy!" He finally remembered to kiss me.

"I was scared no one would like it," I said. "I've made up stories for school, but no one's ever wanted to act them out before. Why was this one so special? Why did the audience make so much noise? It was difficult to concentrate. I kept having to wait in order to say my lines. I guess they liked it, but if they liked it, why would they make it so hard for us?"

"Hawk," he said, shaking his head, "you must remember this is porn. It wasn't the story that interested them so much as it was you and Hiro and Kenji. You still don't understand the effect you have on audiences, I know, but if you don't understand it, you must at least realize that it is there. There were also a lot of people in the audience who wanted, for whatever reason, to make a good impression on Mr. Watanabe, so they cheered loudly for his boys whenever they did anything. They also know of his gratitude toward you, so they cheered loudly for you as well. But remember, you put on an amazing show. You did things that no one has ever seen on a live stage. You deep throated a man with an eight-inch cock!"

"But the German man…" I began.

"His cock was long, sure, but it was also quite slender," he said. "Pao Pao's cock is a porn star's cock. Are you sure that didn't hurt when you deep throated him?"

"No, it really didn't," I said. Strictly speaking, that wasn't true. When I fell on top of him in the dressing room, it didn't hurt, but during the show my throat felt a little sore when I took him in. It felt a bit bruised up, though not too bad. But I didn't want anyone to know. Deep throating as a little had become something that set me apart as a porn actor. I could make grown men feel really good! I would always be able to make that extra K & F (which meant kink and fetish) bonus money, and I was sure I would become very popular and in demand. I wasn't as good as Sebastian, but he was ten, and I was only eight. Nearly nine. If I complained about a little soreness, they would take all that away immediately, and I would have a restriction on my medical wellness certificate that would say I wasn't allowed. So I didn't say a word about it.

"Ok," said Randy. "I need you to be honest about this. If it ever becomes painful, we need to get you looked at. We don't want you losing your ability to swallow your food." I felt a pang of guilt. I had never lied to Randy. "I'm going to set up an appointment with another doctor for you, one who specializes in the ears, nose, and throat. I want to have a record of your throat's condition right now so we can check again from time to time to see if anything bad is happening."

I felt very nervous when he said this, though he didn't understand why. "Who knows," Randy continued. "You might have a throat like Sebastian's. His is far more elastic than most because he has IAH. But we need to find out if deep throating big man cocks is going to be a regular thing for you, and we need to confirm whether you have IAH as well."

"Ok," I said softly.

He sat on the stage and cradled me again. "It's ok Hawk," he said. "You have so many amazing skills, even directing now! You don't have to worry about this. I'm sure your throat is fine, like Sebastian's, but as your agent and your guardian, I need to be sure." I smiled at him and kissed him. The happiness of the show flooded back into my awareness, and I felt better. I didn't tell Randy that though. I wanted to stay in his arms.

***

Mr. Watanabe had put Hiro down on his feet again and was walking him by the hand back toward the stage. Hiro was smiling, beaming with pride, but no longer crying or shouting. He hugged his brother again. Mr. Watanabe came to me and offered a handshake. I climbed off Randy's lap, stood up on the stage, and shook Mr. Watanabe's hand. Then I puckered up.

He laughed gently and said, "You do like your kisses, don't you, Trevor Hawk." He kissed me and smiled. "Trevor Hawk, you have pleased me greatly today. You can't have missed the fact that the audience thought you were sensational. I must add a personal note that, although I requested that you devise whatever sort of performance struck your fancy, I had expected a child's work with sunshine and dragons, crude sex, and no plot. That would have made a beautiful show because it would have been an honest effort from an honest child who was being true to his imagination. Although I only gave you one day to prepare, you seem to have taken the task to heart, and you have done a superb job! The costumes were lovely, and the action was unforgettable. No one will forget what they saw my boys do this afternoon. You obviously prepared them well before the performance. They came to the stage ready to take their place atop Mr. Pao Pao, and they did so effortlessly. That is a sign of a good director, Mr. Hawk. No one who witnessed this production will ever forget the name Trevor Hawk. I will not let them forget."

"Thanks Mr. Watanabe," I said, feeling a bit nervous and overwhelmed. Just saying thanks seemed inadequate, and I felt his praise was a bit much.

"I was speaking a moment ago with Mr. Christianson, your agent, about a tour of Japan for you some time soon, perhaps after you have released your first film," he said. "It would be wonderful for you to share your talents with Japanese audiences. We would also be in a position to offer you film opportunities in our studios. You could work in Japanese films. European boys are very popular in Japanese child pornography. You are considered the pinnacle of beauty."

I didn't know what a pinnacle was, maybe a card game? "But… But Kenji, and Hiro, they're so cute and sexy and beautiful! They don't look like most of the boys here. They're so pretty! They have such soft and lovely skin, like you Japanese…" Was I about to say something racist? I was instantly terrified! "I'm so sorry, Mr. Watan…"

"Don't be sorry," he interrupted. "You are a child, and it is in your nature to speak your mind honestly. I believe you were telling me how beautiful my sons were? I would love to hear the rest of your thoughts, including what you think about our Japanese skin."

"Yes Sir," I said. "Well, I love their skin! It's very soft, and the color is so pretty! Everything that makes them look Japanese makes them seem beautiful to me. Their eyes are amazing! I look into their eyes, and I think they must understand so much more than I do. I swear it's not because of a racism thing or anything! They're just so lovely!"

"I agree with you, Trevor Hawk," he said. "They are both beautiful and lovely, if you will forgive an old father's pride. They are also Japanese, and if Japanese features are beautiful to your eye, then so much the better. It pleases me that you see such beauty in my boys, and in my people. I must also say that is exactly why European boys are so popular in Japan. To us, you appear exotic, mysterious, a rare delight. Your European features are absolutely beautiful and sexually very attractive in Japan. I wonder, does that thought offend you?"

"Of course not, Sir," I said. "I like to feel beautiful and pretty." Then I gasped and put my hand over my mouth in embarrassment. I had forgotten something very important! "Mr. Watanabe," I said, "I meant to say thanks a lot earlier. I mean, thank you for paying for the show and for paying for everybody's tips and everything! That was so much money! It was really generous of you, and I'm sorry I didn't say thank you a long time ago!"

He pulled my body toward his and leaned his forehead in to touch mine. "Trevor," he said, "you thanked me the moment you took your seat in that throne. You repaid me a hundredfold by providing my sons with a spectacular showcase in front of everyone who is important to them in Japan, our family, many of their friends, and possibly their future employers as they grow up. I provided only the money, and I have too much of that anyway. You provided the magic, and it is I who rightly thank you." He stepped back and bowed to me from his waist. I knew that was a really important way to bow, so I did it too, trying to bow as low as I could go. It felt weird bowing to him like that because I was up on the stage, and suddenly my head was up higher than his.

I lost my balance and fell forward, landing on top of Mr. Watanabe, knocking him to the floor while he was in the middle of his special bow! "AHH! I'm sorry Sir! I'm so sorry Sir!" I shouted as I rolled off of him. "Are you ok? Did I hurt you?" To my astonishment, he rolled over, pulled me in toward his body, and began tickling me!

"Only children laugh when they are tickled," he said with a loving smile, "and children fall down sometimes. I am not yet so old and frail that one of your size can knock me down and keep me down."

"Er… , I'm sorry anyway, Sir. I… I'm sorry, but I don't know what I'm supposed to say."

He tickled me again. "You are supposed to speak the language of a child and laugh! That is how this ends." He stood up and lifted me back to the stage. He was quite strong. His gray hair was deceptive. Hiro and Kenji repeated their standard looking at each other and giggling routine throughout the whole episode. They knew their papa wasn't going to be angry with me. Their daddy loved them. I wondered what it must be like for kids to grow up in a home where every day they knew their parents loved them, and they never had to feel frightened of them, even if they fell on top of their dad and knocked him to the ground while he was bowing from the waist!

***

Mr. Watanabe' hospitality hostesses had left with members of the audience. Mr. Watanabe himself had numerous guests to entertain, so he also parted our company. Apparently, he would not tip less during his sons' performance than he did for mine. The chief of security had been called by Hiro's personal officer at the end of the show. That was a sign that the tips had been enormous. The Chief was waiting in the green room when we arrived. We gathered inside the green room with our security officers to tally the tips, with two additional officers outside the door. This seemed very serious.

Each officer sat at the table in the room with their chief watching as they counted our tips. The chief said, "As I understand, Mr. Watanabe has tipped you each £4,000 for each guest who visited you after the performance. As a precaution, Drusilla called me in for additional support. It seems each of you, including Pao Pao, will be leaving with an extremely large amount of cash. I strongly recommend that you allow us to hold it in the business office vault, where we can arrange for direct transfer to your personal accounts."

I turned to Randy and told him once more that it didn't matter, that it wasn't real. "You know what that means, right Hawk?"

"Yeah," I said. "It means I should do what he says, or whatever you and Markus say, and not worry about it, because you get paid to worry for me, right?"

"Right, Hawk," he said. "That looks like a lot of money on the table."

I called my pet boy to my side, and I climbed onto Randy's lap for a cuddle. That helped me go back to Planet Proton Zap, though I hadn't even told Randy about the place yet. I think he was happy that I had found a way to calm myself when I felt stressed. And money was definitely stressful. Anything that made things feel unreal was stressful. I was getting better at accepting things that were happening in front of me, like parts of the performance, and most of the meet and greet afterward, but money was just pretty slips of paper that had lost their meaning. I had too many of them, and I had done so little to deserve them. I could probably buy Heathrow with the money I already had. What did it matter if I could also buy Gatwick?

At the end of the counting, it turned out I had met 63 people. Raoul told me that meant Mr. Watanabe had given me 63 tips of £4,000 each. He said that was worth £252,000. Hiro did even better with 74 tips, for a total of £296,000. It was ok that Hiro got more than I did. He was the darling Japanese boy everyone had come to see. I felt a little sorry for Kenji though. He only got 57 tips, for a total of £228,000. I know, it's strange to feel sorry for a boy who had just earned nearly a quarter of a million quid, but still, he should have gotten more than I got. Yuko was pleased to have received 54 visitors, which earned her a total of £216,000. I don't think Mr. Watanabe really counted the number of people who visited Pao Pao. His tip money totaled exactly £100,000, but I didn't think he'd spoken with that many people. These were not mere tips. Mr. Watanabe wanted us boys to be wealthy for some reason. (Yuko and Pao Pao were already very wealthy.) I think he wanted his sons to get a good start in the child porn business, and for some reason he seemed to want to thank me again and again, as if I had something to do with their success.

That was his business, I guess. My business was to count the paisley butterflies and gather purple hawk feathers on Planet Proton Zap. Hiro and Kenji also seemed oddly silent at this news. I had assumed they were used to wealth, but they seemed rather uncomfortable at the vast sums their father had given them. Hiro never stopped fidgeting. They looked at each other in their usual fashion, but they didn't smile.

***

"The thing about bottoms like Ryan is that by forcing them to accept pleasure, you are still forcing them, and that got him off. Everyone loved Ryan, so we all took turns of two minutes each with him. He came three times, even once while a girl was sucking him off. Her name was Claire, and I'd worked with her on St. Felix Academy. But we found out later that she had 'cheated' by giving him three fingers up the ass as well."

Chapter 63
Tea and Cooties

The security chief and the two officers at the door took the money directly to the basement vault in the office building, and each of our private security agents stayed with us until we had left the building and gotten to wherever we were going next. For us kids, that meant tea. The laundry staff had collected our clothes while we were still onstage, so we just wore sandals as we left. I wanted to wear the king's boots and crown to the tearoom because I thought they were so cool, but Randy said they had to go back to the costume shop. Hiro seemed uncomfortable walking outside in front of everybody naked. That seemed odd to me, because I thought he was more adventurous than that. Kenji just maintained that serene look that he and his father so often had. I kissed Randy and Raoul goodbye at the kids' entrance to the tearoom, and I led my boy inside, with Kenji, Hiro, and Yuko entering with us.

"Trevor Boy!" called Sebastian, arising from the boy pile in the corner. "How go for show today? Go nice, I think?"

"Yeah," I said, kissing him. "It went all right. There were loads of people there from Japan. Loads of kids as well, and Mr. Watanabe tipped for everybody." I leaned in and whispered, "He tipped a lot!"

"Papa was very generous today," said Kenji. "I think he wanted to give us money to start our careers, and you also, Trevor, because you're also just starting, and he knows, please pardon me for saying," he said with a quick bow from the neck, "that you come from a humble family, so you are truly starting on your own, without family money."

"English boys don't bow," I said to Kenji. He put his hand on his mouth, and we all shared a quick giggle.

"Well, I'm not starting out," said Yuko, "but I'm certainly not complaining! I'd like to thank him though. Properly, I mean. Do you have any ideas?"

"Didn't you say thank you?" asked Hiro.

"Of course I did," said Yuko. "It didn't feel like enough though. He was extremely generous. I can buy a Roller and hire a driver for a year with that kind of money." Sebastian coughed.

Hiro looked at Kenji, who said, "You have thanked him properly then. He will not like gifts or favors. He teaches us that such things diminish the value of an act of generosity. A smile and a word of thanks to show you understand what he has given you is the only thanks he will accept, and the greatest kind of thanks that can be offered." He bowed nervously to Yuko, who bowed back, thanking him. I didn't say anything about bowing this time because I decided it was probably ok to bow with Yuko.

"Think must he give great fortune for you," Sebastian said to me. "Only Yuko and Shlomo make for much smile. Why no happies for Trevor Boy?" I shrugged, not feeling like talking about it in that happy room, with happy kids everywhere.

***

We sat in the circle in the middle of the tearoom. Just then, Annie came bounding in followed by an exhausted, smiling, and dreamy looking Boris. "Trevor!" said Annie. I jumped up to kiss him, and I didn't need Planet Proton Zap to distract me from my money worries anymore. We stood kissing in each other's arms for what felt like several minutes before sitting down, him on my lap. I told Shlomo he was free to play in the boy pile in the corner, but he thanked me and said he'd rather stay with me. "You don't look so good, Trevor sweetie," said Annie. "What's wrong?"

I couldn't ignore the question when Annie asked it. At least I could answer softly with him on my lap. "I got a ton of money, and it doesn't feel real again," I told him. "I guess it's that special problem I told you about. Things don't feel real, and that makes me feel upset. Sometimes I say bad things that hurt people, and I'm scared I'm going to do it again. Maybe you shouldn't be around me right now. I might say something stupid and hurt your feelings, and you'll go away from me and not come back. I don't want to do that." I was feeling sad and worried again. How could something as wonderful as having a fortune in cash make me feel sad and worried?

"Oh Trevor!" he said with a look of shock. "Leave you alone when you feel bad? What kind of boyfriend would that make me? If you get upset and say something unkind, I'll know why, because you've just told me. I will know your stress is getting on top of you. If you accidentally say something awful, maybe I could kiss you, or you could kiss me, and that way we will know that you're just having troubles adjusting. I don't want to go anywhere, you silly boy! I love you!" I loved him too, more than ever. We kissed, and the rest of the room disappeared.

***

Next to the boy pile, there was some excitement going on. Robbie, Adrian, Malcolm, and Jeanine were each holding down one of Ryan's arms or legs (Robbie was actually sitting on Ryan's right leg!), and all the boys and girls were taking turns sucking his cock. He was a hardcore bottom, and that meant he was never very comfortable receiving pleasure, only giving it, but everyone knew what a sweetheart he was, and everyone wanted to give him a treat. The thing about bottoms like Ryan is that by forcing them to accept pleasure, you are still forcing them, and that got him off. Not all bottoms are like that though, but we knew Ryan was, and he also knew the safe word.

Everyone loved Ryan, so we all took turns of two minutes each with him. He came three times, even once while a girl was sucking him off. It was that French girl Claire, a girl I'd worked with on St. Felix Academy, and the first girl whose pussy I had ever licked. (Really, it wasn't that bad, and she was very sweet.) We found out later that she had 'cheated' by giving Ryan three fingers up the ass as well. She loved cum, and Ryan's cum was special. He had only been shooting for a little while then, and it was sweet and watery, just like his eyes when we were sucking him that day. Right after I took my turn, Shlomo sucked out Ryan's second load. An older boy I didn't know with long blond hair and a patch of pubes got his third load. The older boys were always really good at giving head.

Annie had taken his turn right before I took mine. Watching him suck another boy's cock up close was a beautiful experience. I liked watching his videos too, but it was always better in real life. He had this thing he did with his eyes. He squinted, almost like he was wincing with every suck. He told me once that he didn't know he did that until he saw himself do it in some of his films. He didn't know why he did it either, but he thought it was because he could feel the pleasure he was giving the boy he was sucking. I noticed also that he wasn't the only boy who did that. Even some of the adults did it when they sucked someone's cock. I wondered then if I did it too without realizing it.

Annie preferred to feel the boy's body with his hands rather than holding his cock while sucking it, but doing it that way meant he had to suck deep. (Using the hand was a way for a kid to wank a bigger cock while sucking the little bit they could get in their mouth, which the men liked a lot.) I could see every bit of what Annie was doing with Ryan's ordinary eleven-year-old boy cock. It was against the rules that the group had just made up for me to do anything with Annie while he was sucking Ryan off, but I wanted to, very badly.

***

When all of the kids had taken their turn with Ryan, Annie and I sat in the circle with Sebastian, Kenji, Yuko, Hiro, and Boris, with Shlomo at my feet. We were surrounded by lots of other friends too. Everyone from Room 46 was there. So were Robbie, Amber, and everyone I had worked with so far. Now seemed to be a good time to learn more about Kenji, since we were all relaxing with nothing scheduled for the first time all day. I wanted to ask him whether he liked girls. I didn't want to blurt it right out, so I turned to Hiro and said, "The girls really like you! They made so much noise when they got to meet you."

Hiro didn't smile. He nodded and said, "I don't understand. That has never happened before." He and his brother nodded to each other. Hiro continued, "In Japan, girls don't like boys much, and boys don't like girls much. We say they have…" He said something quietly in Japanese to Kenji, which made them both laugh.

"My brother means to tell you that in Japan, we boys say that girls have a foul kind of insect crawling on them," said Kenji. "We call them karada no shirami," which made Yuko giggle, "but we don't know the name in English." The brothers shook their heads, but my boy giggled and whispered something to me that made me giggle too.

"Oh, you mean cooties!" I said. "Yeah, girls have cooties in Britain too."

"Oh stop it!" said Annie, giving me a kiss. I would do anything he asked for another kiss from Annie. "Girls don't have cooties, and neither do boys."

Now the brothers were looking at each other and giggling again. "Yes, we say that girls have cooties in Japan," said Hiro, "but everybody knows we are only teasing. Girls say boys have karada no shirami too, and we know they are teasing. Boys don't usually spend time with girls where we live. They don't know how to play football properly." Annie smiled gently and shook his head.

"The boys really liked you, didn't they Kenji?" I asked. "You saw loads of boys, and only a few girls." He smiled and nodded. I hesitated before adding, "That must have been great, all those boys, loads of them naked too, right?"

"Oh yes," he answered. "They were very kind, and they said very nice things to me. The girls who saw me were also very nice. Very pretty and very nice. I liked them very much, though none of the girls were naked." Hiro looked at his brother with his mouth hanging open and said something in Japanese. Yuko's eyes opened wide, but she didn't say anything. "Brother, we must speak in English in front of our friends," Kenji said urgently. "Please remember!"

Hiro looked around the circle and bowed his head with a quick apology before asking his brother, "Do you like naked girls more than naked boys?" I was glad that Hiro had asked instead of me, but Kenji did not seem bothered about the question, only his brother's choice of language.

"I never saw a naked girl in Japan," said Kenji, "only pictures of them. I have seen many naked girls here. They fascinate me." He turned to look at Amber, the fourteen-year-old actress and fluff girl I had met on my first day working at Frenetic.

"I want to know more of how they feel. They look smooth and pretty." He looked at Igi and continued, "Last night I felt a naked girl's body for the first time. That was Igi. During our sex game at bedtime," he said, turning to me, "I went to Yuko's bed because I wanted to find you, because you are the most important child in my life here, except for my brother of course. I wanted to pleasure you, and I wanted to learn from you how a boy should act during sex." He looked at Yuko and said, "I also wanted to experience a girl with a penis, especially such a pretty girl from Japan." Yuko blushed and bowed briefly to Kenji from the neck.

"So you like girls?" I asked.

"I like the girls I have met very much," said Kenji, "But I think you are asking me whether I am straight or gay. Is that right?"

I blushed. "Not to put too fine a point on it, but yeah," I said, "I guess I am."

"It's ok, Trevor," Kenji said. "I am not ashamed, not in this, of all places, but I cannot answer your question because I do not know myself."

"You don't know if you fancy birds or blokes?" I asked.

Kenji giggled and said, "Sometimes things sound so funny in English! I'm sorry," he continued, "I mean no offense. Papa instructed us to try everything. We are to refuse things that make us uncomfortable, but we should try first if we think we can. I have played with boys and men in Japan many times, but Igi is the only girl I have ever played sex with, and that was very brief and dark, and I had to share her with you and Yuko. Girls fascinate me so much. I cannot describe the feeling."

Annie nodded toward Kenji's rising cock with a sweet smile and said, "Kenji, I think you are describing your feeling very well." Kenji blushed and covered his face as we all giggled, including his brother, and soon Kenji was laughing with the rest of us.

"Do you still like playing with boys?" I asked.

"Of course," he said. "I want to play with you very much, Trevor, but I want to learn about being with girls too."

"Brother," said Hiro with a grin, "are you certain they don't have cooties?"

When the laughs died down, I said, "I wondered about that girl in the dressing room, Marlene. You looked like you wanted to do all sorts of things with her!"

"Oh I did," Kenji replied. "She was very, very pretty. Her leg was soft, and something about seeing her panties under her skirt was very sexy."

"You need to have a word with her, mate," said Adrian, speaking for the first time. "That bird's a goer, and she can't get enough boys. If you fancy her, she'll be yours for the asking. She's a bit old for me. I'll set you up if you fancy a good shag."

Hiro fidgeted a bit and said, "She looked like a teenage girl to me, almost a woman. I thought about the dildo she was moving in and out of my ass. I couldn't think of anything else." To my complete astonishment, tears suddenly dropped down his cheeks. He looked embarrassed and shook his head to stop crying.

"Are you ok, Hiro sweetie?" asked Annie.

"Yes, yes, I am very ok right now," he said, not crying, but not appearing very ok to my eyes.

"I've cried a lot this week too, Hiro," I said softly. I remembered the difficulties he'd just had after the meet & greet, crying on his father's lap. "Mostly it's because so many incredibly good things are happening, and that makes me scared. Are you scared too?"

Hiro shook his head, then suddenly began nodding, saying "Yes, yes, it's all going to go away. That's what I'm afraid of."

"That's it exactly," I said. "I know just what you mean!"

Hiro stood up slowly and gave me a kiss on the lips, then another on my right cheek. (Annie was on my left.) Then he whispered into my right ear, "I must keep this secret, but may I speak with you alone after tea?"

I nodded as I kissed his left cheek and whispered, "Ok."

***

Annie invited us to his dressing room after Auntie Esmeralda's undies game. I thought the game was unfair because I hadn't worn undies, only my white fringed knickers, but Robbie was the first to guess they were mine, and it was nice to get a warm, loving hug and a kiss from him in front of everyone.

"Hiro and I will meet you there in a few minutes," I said, handing Annie my boy's leash. "We need a few minutes, you know." He smiled and gave me a kiss that told me I was not to take too much time.

I sat back down on a beanbag, but Hiro stayed on his feet. He opened his mouth, but burst into tears again. I stood up and hugged him as he tried to compose himself. "I know it's scary when things go…"

"No!" he shouted, pushing me away. Then he looked at me in fear, bowed at the waist, and said, "I'm so sorry Trevor. I should never shout at you, and I always feel the deepest respect for you. That is why I wanted to talk to you alone."

"I understand," I said. "I said horrible things when I was scared that…"

"Please," he interrupted, something I had never seen him do before. "You don't understand. I am in trouble, and I don't know what to do!" He had my full attention. "I don't think I can ever do that again," he sobbed. "Papa will be ashamed, and Brother will be so disappointed! And what will you think of me?"

"Wait, you don't think you can ever do what again?" I asked. I was listening carefully, but I was very confused.

"With Marlene," he said. "When she put the biggest dildo in me, it hurt a lot! She did it very slowly, and I wanted her to go faster so it would just be done. I told her to push harder and faster. It hurt so much, Trevor! But I couldn't disappoint you and Papa and everyone else!"

"You mean…"

"I pretended it was good, but… my ass still hurts and it hurts more now than it did after the show. It hurts to sit. After the show, I couldn't sit still. I had to shift on my ass all the time. Sitting on these beanbags was much better though."

"Haven't you ever…"

"I have been fucked by many men in Japan, mostly Papa's associates, but also one teacher at my school, my friend's father, some of the servants in our house, and lots of other men, and it always feels very good. Brother and I like it very much when Papa has his associates to our place for supper, because we know we will get a good fuck with at least one of them, usually more. Sometimes I can orgasm when a man fucks me without touching my penis, but none of the men who fucked me had a cock as big as Pao Pao! It hurt so much, and it keeps hurting. I'm afraid, Trevor!"

"You don't ever have to be afraid here," I lied. It felt like a lie anyway. I had been afraid all week, and just a little earlier that day I was afraid of what might happen if I stretched my throat too much. I was afraid that I would be put on restrictions and not allowed to do any more oral, which would mean no more work at all, except with girls and women. Boys always have to start with oral. I was ashamed that I had lied to Randy about my throat feeling ok.

I wanted to help Hiro feel better. He sounded injured. I was pretty sure he had hurt himself, and worse, he had done it so my show could go on. I remembered trying different dildos with him the night before. I had asked him if he wanted a larger one, and he nearly begged for the next size up. My roommates, all of whom had much more experience than Hiro, Kenji, or I, had said it was probably a bad idea to use anything bigger, so I didn't. He must have been in pain then too, but I thought he had shown me that he liked the bigger sizes. "You just have to tell the truth to the grown-ups here. They can all help you with this, even Esmeralda."

"But they will think I cannot be fucked, and I won't be able to be in films," he said, looking as terrified as I felt.

I didn't know what to tell him, but I had learned to trust Randy completely. "You are worth too much to them to just throw you away." That sounded like something Randy would say. "You're hurt, and I think you need to tell a grown-up. Maybe you should tell your agent, because he won't let them keep you out of films. He makes money by keeping you in films. He will help you. Dr. Gupta will probably fix you right up, and you'll be back doing anal in no time. ? If your dad is still here, you should really tell him. He loves you, and he would know what is best."

"No! I could never…" he shouted and lowered his head. "Papa must never know! He will be ashamed in front of his business associates if his son cannot perform because it hurts!"

"Ashamed?" That sounded more like my alcoholic mother than his kind and wise father. "Are you sure he would be ashamed?"

Hiro nodded and cried again. Then I remembered how proud Mr. Watanabe was when he told me I had prepared them well before the show. I hadn't prepared Hiro at all! Suddenly I could feel that shame too.

"Well, then definitely tell your agent, ok? He will probably want to have you seen in the clinic tonight, and I think that's a good idea."

"But I can't…"

"Look, Hiro," I said, interrupting him this time, "you asked me for advice, and I'm giving it to you honestly now because I love you as my friend and because your father trusts me so much, though I can't say why. I think sometimes when you get hurt, and you don't see a doctor right away, it can make things worse later. Maybe you'll have to take a break from doing anal for a while now, but if you don't get looked after, maybe you won't be able to do anal ever again."

He stared at me, his eyes glistening, his breath quickening, and he barked loudly in English "Yes!" He took a few breaths, wiped his eyes, and said clearly, without sobbing, "In Japan, there was a boy in my school who hurt his foot playing football. He told no one, not even his parents, because he wanted to continue playing. He felt the pain, and he said it made him stronger! The school term ended, and there was no more football. It became difficult for him to hide the pain. He could no longer hide his limp when he walked, and he could not run."

He looked me directly in the eye with great determination and continued, "His mother took him to the doctor, and he learned that two important bones in his foot had broken, and they healed improperly. He had a painful operation, and when I saw him last, more than a year after his injury, he was still using crutches, and still in pain. His doctor said he could have healed well in only three months if he'd been treated right away, but now his foot might never heal properly, and he might never play football except with little children, or as a coach. This is what you are saying, right, Trevor? If I don't have my ass seen to, I might never be able to use it properly again?"

Kenji was right. Some things really do sound funny in English, but I couldn't laugh. I was too amazed by Hiro's bravery. He was suddenly ready to face his fear, which I had been unable to do with Randy, and Hiro had much more at stake than I had. It seemed to make him stronger somehow.

"Someday," I said, "some other day in the future, I hope you will tell your father about this, because I think what you are doing would make an old man like him very proud."

"My father told me to trust your advice. I will do that. One day, when I am brave and strong like Papa, I will tell him I have done this."

Maybe I could teach Hiro a few things about sex and porn films, but I knew right then that I could learn a lot from him about being a better boy.

Chapter 64
Annie's Room

Annie's dressing room was very similar to my own, but his walls and furniture were a different color. To my great surprise, he had a framed picture of me sprawled out naked on the long wall above a stuffed chair next to the settee. Randy had been circulating some of the photos he'd taken of me at his house for promotional purposes. Seeing myself like that was an amazing turn-on, as everyone in the room could easily see.

"Annie!" I said in surprise at seeing the picture, "How did you… Where did this…"

"Shush your mouth and kiss me," he said with a devilish grin as he grabbed my boner and pulled me in for a kiss.

"I would like a copy of that too, please!" said Kenji. He looked at Hiro, who had entered the room just in front of me, and they both nodded to each other with huge smiles.

"Is very sexy boy picture," said Boris.

"Master is always very sexy!" said Shlomo.

"Is true!" said Sebastian, rumpling Shlomo's hair.

I sat down, pulling Annie onto my lap, both of us facing forward. Hiro and Kenji sat in the wide cushioned chair to our left, and Boris and Sebastian shared the one to our right. I leaned around and began to kiss Annie. I stroked his cock a few times until it sprang to life. I pointed to my boy, then to Annie's cock, and Shlomo's gigantic cock immediately went hard as he began to work. I kissed Annie, holding his thighs apart so Shlomo had full access, and so the other boys could get a good view.

"Will you cum for me before you have to go home, Annie?" I asked. He nodded breathlessly. I could see him wincing again, just like he did when he was sucking Ryan's cock. To Annie, giving pleasure was the same as receiving pleasure.

Kenji leaned forward in his chair to watch, and Hiro knelt on the floor, which was probably more comfortable for him than sitting, occasionally pointing and asking his brother something in Japanese, I think. I wasn't paying much attention.

I looked over to Sebastian and Boris, both of whom were smiling at Annie and me, chuckling about something, I don't know what. They loved us, and they were getting off on our little show, casually stroking each other's cocks. Then I looked back at Annie. I thought he was also looking at Boris and Sebastian, but I realized he was actually looking above them at my portrait. Then he looked at me and kissed me, then back to the portrait. "My own porn… AHH!" he gasped. "Porn star," he finished. "And he is sweet and sexy, and….AHH! And he loves… ME!"

I held him tight and kissed him as he came, just for me. My boy did the work on Annie's cock, but Annie and I were making love in a special way that let us pay attention only to our love for each other. Or was it magic? Whatever it was, it felt so good I was always on the verge of happy tears when I was with him.

I put my hand on the back of Shlomo's head and held him still, pressing him into Annie's body as hard as I could. I knew he wasn't choking because Annie's cock wasn't that big, and he showed no signs of discomfort. As I kissed Annie and felt my tongue dance with his, it almost felt like I was kissing my sweet little Shlomo too. I didn't tell him so, but Shlomo had just earned more than a blow job from Master.

***

On Annie's dressing room coffee table were three trays, one with cheese and crackers and two with a bunch of strange stuff I'd never seen before. There were also chopsticks for everyone and a large bucket with half-bottles of champagne on ice. Reading my confused look correctly, Annie said, "This is caviar," pointing to one of the trays, "and this is all sushi," pointing to the other. "Do you like spicy food?"

"Oh, I don't think so," I said. "It makes my mouth burn, and I don't like that."

"Then stay away from the uni-lardo," he said, pointing to these little speckled things set in tiny pieces of lettuce, which Hiro and Kenji were snapping at with chopsticks. "Try the ohyo or the ika. You'll like it!"

I didn't. I tried them because Annie thought I'd like them, but they were both horrible! And if I'd known that ika was really squid, and that sushi was a Japanese word that really means raw fish (or so I believed for a long time), I might have been sick.

"Is good from Volga caviar!" said Boris with a smile as he shoveled a load of the black stuff into his mouth on a cracker. "Trevor Boy like, you see. Is good, from Russia!"

I didn't. This time I gagged and had to spit it out into a napkin. I was completely embarrassed. Annie giggled, but then kissed me, offering me a drink of champagne. "It's ok, sweetie," he said. "If you've never tried these things, it might take some time before you get used to them."

I just snacked on the dry crackers and champagne. I would have preferred chips and root beer. Even the cheese was smelly and nasty. I was a little hungry because we rarely ate any of the snacks or sandwiches they put out for us in the tearoom, nor did we usually drink any tea. I couldn't understand why rich people ate such horrible food! Shlomo knelt in front of me, laying his head on my lap, not eating a thing. It took me a while, but I realized he was waiting for my permission to eat. "It's ok. You can have mine," I whispered to him.

Shlomo smiled and turned to Annie, who said, "I made sure it was Kosher." Then the boy who had fish and chips for lunch happily helped himself to sushi, caviar, and champagne, like the others. Maybe I was as common as mud, but I had very dear friends who loved common mud. That's what caviar looked like to me anyway.

***

After about twenty minutes of chatting and snacking, we heard a knock at the door. Annie answered it, and jumped up to give the man a happy kiss. It was Randy.

"Thanks for the welcome, Annie!" he said with a smile.

"I'm happy!" he said. "It's been so long since I've had someone I could make love with." He smiled at me and returned to my lap, kissing me. I could feel my eyes getting a little damp, but that was all. It's hard to cry and kiss passionately at the same time.

Randy turned to Hiro and Kenji and said, "There you are! Jackson has been looking all over for you two. He needs a word with you about tomorrow."

"Oh!" said Kenji, standing a little more rapidly than his brother. "Are we supposed to meet with our agent after tea?"

"I like to meet with my actors after tea," said Randy, "but it's up to you and your agent. If he didn't tell you about it, he can hardly complain if you're late."

They both bowed at the waist to Randy and waved goodbye to the rest of us as they left, still carrying their clothes.

Something I've learned about most boys in child porn, and really most boys in general, is that once we take our clothes off, we're usually in no hurry to put them back on again.

"I'm glad you're all here," said Randy, sitting down in the chair that Kenji and Hiro had just vacated. "Hawk, I went to your dressing room first because that seemed to be the place where you boys gather now after tea."

Annie giggled shyly. "That's my fault, Randy," he said. "I thought it would be fun to invite everyone around for caviar and sushi. Help yourself," he said, gesturing to the tray.

"Boy," I said to Shlomo, "sit on his lap. Randy needs boy legs to rub, and he can't reach mine from where he's sitting." Randy laughed as my boy hopped happily onto his lap and spread his legs. Randy began stroking his thighs immediately, of course, which brought Shlomo's massive boner right back. "Randy, please don't wank him off," I said. "Remember, I am rewarding him tonight, and I want him ready." Shlomo looked at me, not with frustration, but with excitement.

"Can I at least kiss him?" he asked.

"Sure," I said, "as long as it doesn't make hum cum."

"Fair enough," he said, kissing my pet boy. "Now, we have more business to discuss. I'm glad you're all here so we can all work out tomorrow's schedule in one go. Morning schedule first: Annie, you and Boris are doing your Ladyboy scene in studio 9. Call time is seven o'clock again. Sorry. Sebastian, I've got you scheduled for an offsite live show with Starlight in Reading at 10:00. You'll take the helicopter from here at 9:00 so you'll have plenty of time to get ready. They do not have a script for us, so I can't tell you what to expect. It could be anything with anybody. Bring your cell phone along just in case. They've agreed to meet your price and bonus schedule, which is unusual for Starlight, but make sure you tell them no if anything seems funny about it, or it's something you don't like. Frenetic will compensate you for your time at a normal film rate with no K & F if that happens, and then we'll go after Starlight. We're sending Lucas along for security. You know they have a good reputation and they're a KCU operation, but I want you to be careful with this one, ok? I don't want any surprises."

"Like for surprise, Randy Man!" said Sebastian. "May have many hairy fat man from Russia for fuck in my ass and for suck their balls! Remind for me home in Dudinka. Was not all bad times." I laughed, but I was the only one who did. "Trevor Boy no like for hairy fat man like bear? So soft and warm, so strong, like big warm bed can also fuck for ass!" This time everybody laughed. I was a bit embarrassed, and Annie knew, so of course we started snogging. "Go early for helicopter, I think. Give for Marvin surprise before fly."

Randy cleared his throat to get us back on topic. "Hawk," he said, "the architects want to see you in the morning to go over plans for your rooms in the dorm accessory building. Have you come up with any drawings or ideas yet?"

I had completely forgotten. The helicopter ride, writing the script, recording the voiceovers for the live show, and shopping with Yvgenia had taken all my free time in the morning. "Er, I've thought a little about it," I said, "but I haven't had time to…"

"…to make any drawings," Randy said, finishing my sentence. "That's right. You've been rather busy today."

"I'll work on them tonight," I said. "Promise!"

"Ok," said Randy. "I can always call and have them come another day if you'd like more time. They don't need much from you. They just need an idea of how you want the rooms set up and how you want to use them. They will make detailed plans and show you a computer model of your rooms, probably tomorrow afternoon. If you need help, they can make suggestions, and I suggest you listen carefully to their suggestions. They are very good at what they do, and they understand the practical details, like where to run the plumbing and drains, and where they can put appliances and such."

"That sounds easy," I said. "They're the ones doing all the work!"

"That's how it's supposed to happen here, Hawk," Randy said with a smile. "You child porn actors are our most precious asset. You have enough stress in your lives, and the adults who work with you here are the ones who try to take as much of the worry out of your day as we can."

"Thanks, Randy," I said. "I'll make drawings for them. I don't draw very well. My pictures are always sort of messy, and I got low marks in art classes at Preston Primary."

"You're eight, Hawk…"

"Nearly nine!" I said, racing him to see who would say it first.

"Yes, Hawk," he said "but to the builders and architects, they think of you as an eight year-old boy, and that means they expect what an ordinary eight year-old boy would be able to draw. Whatever you have for them will be more than they expect because you're no ordinary eight year-old boy." He leaned over to squeeze my thigh, rubbing Annie's before settling back in his chair to stroke Shlomo's thigh. Shlomo gasped with relief, as Randy had crushed him while he was leaning over.

"You old perv!" I said with a smile. Calling him an old perv had become my way of showing him I loved the attention. "Oh! Do you want a blowjob?"

"What, right now?" he asked.

"Well, sure, if you like," I said. "My boy gives great blowjobs if you want one." Shlomo looked up at Randy and smiled. Then he reached underneath to find Randy's cock and gave it a rub.

Randy coughed and said, "Maybe… ah, maybe later. We still have business to discuss."

"Boy," I said, "keep your hands off his cock until you're instructed to touch him there."

"Yes Master," he said clearly. Randy sighed, then leaned down and kissed his tiny sweet lips.

Annie put his hand on his own cock and closed his eyes. "Oh yes, he gives great blowjobs," he said. "Trevor, you must have him give you one while I hold you and kiss you. You will see what an experience that is." He kissed me again, being the only person in the room who could tell how hard my cock had just become.

"I hate to keep wingeing on about business, but we must," said Randy. "Hawk, the architect and probably a few of the builders will meet you in the lobby of the children's dormitory building at 9:30. The staff will call for you when they arrive, or you can meet them in the lobby yourself."

"Is that the only thing I have scheduled for the morning?" I asked.

"Not quite. You will also have a photo shoot at 10:00 in the main studio building," said Randy, "for your official Frenetic promo photos. Then at 11:00 you will sit for the painting in your dorm room. That will be in the art studio next to the scene shop. Expect that to take the full two hours until lunch. René, the artist, will discuss some ideas with you first, and then he will pose you and get to work. You will have to be still for a while. Have you ever sat for a painting, Hawk?"

"No," I said. "Is it hard?"

"As pretty as you are, I'm surprised no one's wanted to paint you," he said, "but no, it's not very hard usually. When he paints your face, you can usually move the rest of your body a bit, and the same goes when he paints your body – you will be free to move your head."

"I've had my face painted before," I said. "It was simple. I sat still and the man painted a rainbow on my cheek!" Annie and Randy laughed at my joke, but Sebastian and Boris looked confused.

"It's not hard at all," said Annie. "Mum and Dad have had six paintings done of me, usually at the beginning of every school year. One is just head and shoulders when I was six, one is me in a dress when I was seven, and two are of me naked when I started here at age eight… nearly nine," he kissed me with a smile. "Those two are really the same painting, but in one the artist gave me a vagina. I hadn't really decided if I was a boy or a girl yet, and having that painting helped me decide. Mum hung the naked boy painting in our sitting room, but since I've decided I'm not a girl she has kept the girl painting in storage. They all look very pretty."

"That's because you are very pretty," I said, giving him a kiss.

"You are always so sweet!" he said. "Mum and Dad also had a painting done of me as a baby, the stupid naked baby on a rug, and another when I was only five, wearing boy clothes. They keep the baby picture in their bedroom, and the picture with me in boy clothes stays in Daddy's study where I don't have to see it all the time. It makes him happy to have a reminder that I am always his little boy, even if I dress differently. I don't mind that picture, but it's not really what I look like anymore, so Daddy keeps it in a more private area. Oh, and we had a family portrait done last year as well, so I guess that's seven paintings if you count that one. They let me wear girl clothes for that one too. I wore a cute pink suit with a miniskirt. It's really easy to sit for a painting – usually – at least with Jean Pierre. He's t he artist Mum and Dad like to hire. I'll show you the paintings when you visit." He kissed me again.

"Yes, I'd like that," I said.

I thought about what he meant by "when you visit." He'd said it as if we'd already planned a visit, but I wasn't sure how soon he meant. I dreamed briefly about visiting Annie's house and his family, and seeing his paintings on their walls.

Randy looked down at Shlomo and asked, "Is there anywhere you're supposed to be right now?"

"With Master, Sir," he said.

"When do you meet with your agent?" Randy asked.

"In the morning, Sir, if I have no morning work," he said in his clear voice. "Otherwise he meets me in the pub during the evening, if Master permits."

"Master will permit," he said, looking at me. "Hawk, being a master means you need to check on his needs and make sure you're not interfering with any of them. Don't expect that your slave will always tell you when he needs something. You need to ask." I nodded, feeling more guilt for not having read any of the pamphlets Randy had given me the night before.

"Have you seen your agent today, boy?" I asked.

"Yes Master," he said. "Mistress Yvgenia gave me leave to meet with him this morning while Master was away on business."

"Good," I said. "I want you to keep a diary of your work schedule, including meetings and appointments, on your end table in our room so I can track your schedule."

"Yes Master," he said. "I have a scene in the morning tomorrow with a man and a woman and with Adrian. I have a diary already, and I will place it there this evening. "

"You're really intuitive about some things, Hawk," said Randy. I had no idea what that meant, but I let it go. He was on to the next topic. "It's Fresh Meat Friday again tomorrow afternoon, Trevor. Do you know what we do here on Fresh Meat Fridays?"

"Eat really good sandwiches?" I asked.

"No, Hawk," he said with a grin. "Usually on Friday afternoons there is no filming unless there is something urgent," he said, "but we have a long-standing tradition. The first Friday after someone gets signed they are entered into a scene they know nothing about with at least one other brand new actor they don't know, and with any other actors who want to participate if more are needed. The scripts are already written, usually without knowing who will be playing whom. You will be assigned a script, usually randomly, and the other actors will be selected to work with you, usually randomly, but not always. You will not know who they are until you see them onstage. The only thing your copy of the script will specify about the actors is their biological sex, and then only if it's absolutely necessary. They can be old and gray, fat or thin, men or girls, maybe even boys, you never know. The scripts might call for you to fuck a girl in missionary position, or you might be the subject of a gang bang by a pack of boy scouts, or nerdy particle physicists. I actually saw that once. There could be kinks and fetishes too. Nothing too crazy, mind you, and you can say no to the K&F if you like. It's always a lot of fun, and usually it's the only filming we normally do with a live audience, which is made up of Frenetic employees, families, friends, and fans. That's why we use studio 10. It's the only studio with audience seating. Each scene is done straight through, with no retakes, and your scene should be finished in less than a half hour."

"What new actors don't I know?" I asked. "It's just me and the Watanabe boys, right?"

"Oh no Hawk," he said with a grin. "We don't sign children very often during the winter months, but during the summer we get a lot of auditions. Kids wear less clothing during the summer, and that's when our talent scouts are busiest. They visit the beaches, swimming pools, and other warm holiday locations looking for new talent to sign for the next fall term. We also sign a lot of adults, especially in the sixteen to twenty age range. They can be very horny at that age, as you'll probably find out yourself, and they can be adventurous as well. Besides, you don't know how many children we have signed this week. I can only say that you, Hiro, and Kenji were not the only ones.

"Our scouts also invite kids who want to audition with Frenetic to do so on a Fresh Meat Friday, and of course they get paid double the filmed audition fee because we want to give them an incentive to participate where we really need them. We usually have many more auditioners than newly signed kids." This was seriously turning me on, and Annie could feel it in his ass. "Of course you can always decline, and no one will judge you, especially at your age, but it's always a fun time. It's usually pretty awkward too, and that's why these films sell so well. It's also why your pay and bonuses are also doubled for the scene."

"I'll do it!" I said, a little louder than I meant to.

"Oh I know you will," said Annie with a sly grin before he kissed me. He flexed his buttocks slightly to show me he could feel my boner poking into him. The thought of meeting strangers and being told I was supposed to have sex with them in front of people and cameras was more of a thrill than anything I could think of!

Randy chuckled. "I thought you would be excited about this, Hawk," he said. "I've learned a great deal about you since we met in the park." Annie slipped off my lap so I could bend over and kiss Randy, with my boner bouncing up and down for everyone to see.

"Is our Trevor Boy!" said Boris.

Randy looked down at Shlomo and said, "Hawk, you need to understand something else about your pet boy here. At lunch, you learned about the kind of food his religion requires, and I want to make sure you know another rule before it comes up. He needs to leave with his parents immediately after tea every Friday, and much earlier during the winter. Have you heard of Shabbat?" I shook my head and looked at Shlomo. "It is a weekly celebration for Jews that begins just before sunset every Friday. What you need to know is that your boy Shlomo here needs to be in his home with his parents every Friday before sunset. You can never order him to stay late on a Friday."

"Ok," I said. "I understand. Boy, if I order you to do anything that's against your religion, you must tell me so, and you don't have to obey. Do you understand?"

The tiny boy smiled at me and said, "Yes Master."

"Good," said Randy, "I'm glad we talked about that. Now Boris and Annie, you know where you'll be tomorrow afternoon."

"Yes," said Boris with excitement, and Annie with a little less excitement. Boris was looking at Annie like a hungry dog looks at raw steak.

"I wish I could be there for your Fresh Meat Friday," Annie said to me with a hug.

"I'll have the FMF rushes in your dressing room before you're done with your scene tomorrow," Randy said to Annie. (Rushes are the raw footage shot that day before any editing is done.) "Kenji and Hiro's too. I know it's not the same as being there, but they want to finish The Ladyboys and the Lazy Boy tomorrow," he said. "Apparently there is some big film festival in Bangkok, and they want to have this one in the can in time to show it at the festival. It seems you two and the girls have been doing some very good work."

"Great," said Annie, not very enthusiastically. "Maybe they'll have a hundred sequels for us, and I can be the world-famous Euro ladyboy. Just what I always wanted."

"Is very nice for me!" said Boris, enthusiastically. "If want for only one sequel, make much happies for Boris!"

"Yes," said Randy with a wink to Annie, "I'll let them know of your interest in sequels. Back to the schedule… Sebastian, you have the afternoon off, and you are welcome to join me in the audience for Fresh Meat Friday."

"Can I have Sebastian fluff for me?" I asked.

Sebastian giggled and said, "Oh, is so sweet for Trevor Boy ask, but is not allowed for fluff for Meat Fresh Friday."

"Oh," I said. "Ok."

"It's part of the fun, especially for the men," said Randy. "You boys can usually get a stiffy any time you want one, but as men age, they find it more difficult. If something turns them off, men have trouble hiding it. If they are given a script that tells them they need to fuck someone's ass, and they don't know it's another man until they see them onstage, they can try and try and still not be able to get it up. If they're heterosexual, I mean."

"That sounds mean!" I objected.

Randy and the boys all giggled. "You will see tomorrow that it's really not mean. They have to be a good sport about it and try, and so do you, but these scenes always… well, I can't tell you very much. It has to be a surprise, but the hetero men know they might wind up in a gay scene, and they will get paid regardless of whether they can perform on the spot like that. You'll see how wonderful the audience is tomorrow. They are special people, and they always show every new actor their love. Actors at Frenetic have to be comfortable with sometimes feeling embarrassed in front of the camera. We need actors who can be good sports and who are emotionally ready for embarrassing or uncomfortable things to crop up. You will see that everyone is smiling at the end, and you won't believe the amount of love you will feel from that audience. Everyone feels it. Remember, many of them have done a Fresh Meat Friday scene at some point."

How could that be? How could everyone smile at the end of something embarrassing? As I wondered, my boner pulsed a few times, and Annie smiled at me. Maybe other people are turned on by the risk, just like me. I guessed they had to know embarrassing things could happen, and they had to be ok with taking the chance. I had already tried a lot of different things, and I didn't like all of them either. I wasn't embarrassed when I had my arm up inside that lady; it was just gross. I wondered if they only hired people with that attitude.

"Boy," I said, "do you have anything scheduled for tomorrow afternoon?"

"Yes Master," he said. "With Master's permission, I must meet with my agent over lunch, and the only other thing I have scheduled for the afternoon is when Mum and Dad pick me up after tea."

"Of course you have permission to meet with your agent any time he wants," I said, "and anytime you think it's important for your career to set up your own meeting with him. You should no longer ask me that question, but instead you should inform me, as well as writing the meeting times in your diary." I wondered if it was obvious to Randy that I still had not read those three pamphlets on slaves and masters. "Then, after your meeting with your agent, you can come to studio 10 and watch Fresh Meat Friday from the audience. Come with Yvgenia if she is willing. You make her happy."

"Yes Master," he said with a smile. "She makes me smile as well."

"That's the plan for tomorrow then," said Randy. "Remember, Hawk, you wanted to spend the weekend at my place. We'll be leaving an hour or so after tea."

"Oh I remember!" I said. Did he think I could forget?

"It'll be wonderful to have you back at the house," he said. "I miss you already. How is the dorm room working out?"

"I really like it," I said. "We have lots of fun there, especially at bedtime."

Randy laughed and said, "I'm sure you do, but that should be no surprise to you, right?"

"Not really," I smiled.

"Mum says she'd love to have you over to our house too," said Annie. "And she says I can stay with you here sometimes if I like."

"Wow! Yes!" I said. "I'd like that very much!"

"If you like, you can come round for supper tonight," he said. "Could you? Oh, that would be so lovely! You can bring your boy, and don't worry about dressing him. Mum and Dad understand. Well, Mum understands, and Dad is confused but gracious. He's coming round, but he will insist on Shlomo eating at the table with the rest of us, not on the floor. And don't worry – Chef keeps a stock of many Kosher ingredients, and he can easily do a kosher meal for all of us."

"Boy," I said, "do you have anything scheduled for tonight? Anything at all?"

"No Master," he said cheerfully, "only to serve you."

"Good," I said. "Then you will join us for supper."

"I think that's all the business for now," said Randy. "Hawk, let me know when you feel ready to discuss money. Until then, I will tell Markus to keep £20,000 in your Visa spending account at the end of every business day, and we'll keep the rest in your trust." I nodded lazily. "And save your receipts, even if you're just buying sweets! You can keep them in an envelope or a bag, put them in your purse, stuff them down your knickers, whatever you like. You don't have to organize them. Just save them and let Markus sort them out."

"Ok," I said. "Oh, and I put £5,000 on account at Almost Heaven so I can buy stuff here at the studio if I like, but I spent a lot more than that on clothes. I spent £13,000 there, and I left another £10,000 in that account in the end."

"Ok," said Randy. "That account is a good idea. I'll let Markus know, and I'll have him top off your spending account at £20,000, and £10,000 for your Frenetic account every day. Did you keep the receipts for your clothes?" I think I looked embarrassed. "That's ok," said Randy. "Almost Heaven is part of Frenetic. We automatically get the transactions directly from them, but you must remember when you shop anywhere else to save your receipts."

"Ok."

***

Annie called his mum to let her know we would be taking a car from the studio because there were three of us, and Randy gave in to Shlomo's sweet touch and had what seemed to be a lovely blowjob while the rest of us talked about the following day.

"I'm going to have Boris' cock in my ass and in my mouth all day tomorrow," Annie said with a wink. "It's the movie's climax when the Euro ladyboy serves Boris, the lazy boy."

"Will be much good for Boris climax too," said Boris with a smiling wink.

"Such bad thing for boy want be ladyboy!" said Sebastian with a giggle. "Boris cock beautiful cock for fuck in ass or for suck in mouth." He took Boris' cock in his hand and began to stroke it. I had absolutely no idea what he meant by that, but Boris and Annie were smiling.

"Is very good for me have for scene with Annie tomorrow," said Boris. "Ladyboy so very much pretty for eye, and much, much sexy, but not always so nice for be friend. Some think can do anything, have anything, how to say…" He said something in Russian to Sebastian, and then he said, "Ah, some think can deserve anything. All things they deserve because dress like girl, sometime because have tits like Yuko."

"Tell me about it," said Annie with a sigh. "The more controlling ones are worse offstage because they have to be so sub in the film. They don't like it, and they are awful to their FSP's. They think that ordering an FSP to fuck them and ordering them to hold still why they suck the FSP's cock means they are bottoming, but it's just controlling. Some of them are so full of themselves."

"Then why do you like fluffing for them, Boris?" I asked.

"Not all bad, Trevor Boy," he said. "Some very nice, all very much pretty. For nice ladyboy also pretty, that make much, much sexy. You know?"

"I think Yuko is very pretty, and very nice," I said. "I love her hair, the way she has it cut straight across her forehead like Kenji, and then the rest is long and shiny. I wonder if I could do my hair like that," I said, looking at Annie.

"Yuko very much is sexy!" said Boris. "Yuko older for Boris, have big cock, very sexy. Have tits also, but for Boris, is no big deal for have tits or for no have tits. Love much, much for Yuko. Dear friend."

"Oh I love Yuko too," said Annie. "She is so sweet, and she's one of the best reasons for me doing this film, along with you," he said, blowing Boris a kiss. "She is extremely sexy, and a fantastic fuck if you can ever get her to top for you." I adjusted my position a bit because my hard cock was hurting. It didn't have room to stand up straight with Annie on my lap.

"I would love to see Yuko fuck you," I said to Annie.

"I can tell," he said.

"You know you can sleep with me in my bed, in the dorm," I said, "anytime, and Yuko is in our room too."

"Ooh, is that an invitation?" he asked.

I hadn't meant it as an invitation. I wanted him to know he could stay the night if he wanted, but I didn't dare hope. His parents seemed to want him to stay at home. "Do you think your mum and dad would let you stay?"

"Tell me what you want, sweetie," he said.

"I want to hold you and touch you all the time and never let go of you ever, but sometimes I have to, like when you have to go home."

"Do you want me to stay with you tonight?" he asked.

"Of course!" I said. "I mean, yes, very much! But your mum and dad, I mean, can you?"

He kissed me sweetly and said, "I'll ask. I love you, Trevor Hawk. Don't be afraid to tell me what you want. I need to know. It makes me feel wanted." My heart skipped a beat as I realized what he was saying, and all I could do was kiss him passionately.

Then Randy grunted and let out a brief howl as he came in Shlomo's mouth. "Swallow all of it, boy," I slurred out the side of our kiss.

***

It seemed the first scene I had directed was a smashing success, and I couldn't have been happier! It was the end of the fourth full day in my new life, and my career milestones were screaming past. Before I met Randy and entered the world of child pornography, the most thrilling thing I had ever done was climb trees naked in a public park and wank. Within just a few days, that seemed childish to me. It was childish, but it was the best thrill I could come up with. Besides, I was only eight, nearly nine, and I was a child.

Since then I'd had sex with beautiful men and boys, and a few women and girls as well. I'd had film crews with lighting equipment all pointed at me while I did it. I'd taken a really sweet little boy with an oddly humongous cock as my slave. People had paid me hundreds of thousands of pounds for doing all this in just a few days. Wanking in a tree seemed a bit mundane.

The next 24 hours looked very promising as well. I would get to meet Annie's parents as their guest for dinner, do an impromptu fundraiser for some charity that nobody seemed to care much about, and come back home to my dorm room with Annie spending the night with me. I had lots to keep me busy the next day, but the thing that made me nervous was something called Fresh Meat Friday. In front of cameras and a live audience, I would meet a stranger who was also new to porn, and we would perform some sort of scene. It was supposed to be all in good fun, but I was apprehensive.

***

"You're such a good boy," Annie said to him as he stroked Shlomo's hair. I sucked slowly, but I sucked hard. I could feel the muscles in his thighs twitching, almost as if he wanted to run. I went even slower, teasing him a bit.

A few minutes later I paused and said, "Boy, I am going to try to deep throat you. If you get into my throat, you may not cum until we are at Annie's house."

"Yes Master," he whimpered, still smiling. We all knew that I was able to deep throat cocks much bigger than Shlomo's, but it was fun to pretend otherwise.

Chapter 65
Driving Time

When Randy and the boys left, Annie and I got dressed, but he put on a different outfit than the yellow sundress. This time he wore a short, black dress with black Mary Janes (his favorite kind of shoes) and white ankle socks. He also wore a thin gold necklace with an enormous diamond, matching diamond earrings, and a gold bracelet. He also had matching red nail polish and lipstick.

"There," he said. "Now we're yin and yang!" I had no idea who Yin and Yang were, so I just kissed him. Reading my confusion, he said, "I'm in black, you're in white, Yin and Yang." I smiled and kissed him again.

"Should I go back to the dorm and change?" I asked him. "You're dressed so fancy, and I'm not." I was wearing the same white vest, knickers, boots, and skirt I'd worn all day. Or, rather, the same clothes I'd been removing all day.

"No, silly!" he said. "I like dressing up for supper, and I love you as you are. Mum and Daddy won't be wearing anything special, so you shouldn't either, unless you like to dress up too."

"I do," I said. "I have all sorts of clothes now, and I want to get dressed up. I don't really know how though. What should I wear?"

"For evenings, white is just fine for girls, but you can't go wrong with dark and flashy," he said. "I like my black satin with red accents, and of course the diamonds."

"I have something that's really flashy, but it's not that dark," I said. "It's all cobalt blue satin and lace and deep blue sapphires."

"Ooh!" said Annie. "That sounds pretty! Yes, that would be lovely for evening wear!"

When we exited the main studio building, our car was waiting for us. The driver said it was no bother, so we rode in the car back to the dormitory building. We weren't being lazy or anything. We just wanted to save time so the driver didn't have to wait all night.

At the front desk, I introduced Annie, and I had him listed as my overnight guest so he could come and go as he wished, all night. I told them he might not be able to stay overnight, but the person at the desk said it was best to put him on the list anyway.

When we got to room 46, Adrian was lying in his bed fully dressed in short trousers and a Motörhead t-shirt, reading a book about World War II. Yvgenia was in Igi's bed, eating Igi's pussy, and doing so with a great deal of energy. That made Shlomo smile, and it made Igi wail out loud.

"Trevor!" said Adrian. "How you doing, mate?" We each kissed him and told him about our dinner plans. He carried on reading as we entered my closet.

I found everything I had bought that morning with Yvgenia hung on the closet rod or on shelves. Annie saw all of my sexy clothes and gasped. "Oh sweetie! You'll look so lovely in any of these things!"

I blushed and asked him to wait outside the closet while I changed into my blue satin outfit with the sapphire jewelry and no undies at all. I had bought a blue lace vest to go with the outfit as well as the satin one, so I decided to wear that, as it was still summer and rather humid outside. Then I put the cobalt blue collar, cuffs, and leash on Shlomo. He was glowing with happiness to wear things that matched mine. Finally I put on the lipstick that matched the outfit and added to my eye makeup. I wanted to look pretty now, not like a cute boy. Then I told Shlomo to sit on the makeup table while I touched up his cute boy makeup. I put Shlomo's lipstick and mine in my new blue purse, along with the eye makeup and my Visa card. I thought it would be best to leave my cell phone behind because I didn't want it to ring while we were visiting, and I hadn't figured out how to turn the ringer off yet.

"Are you ready?" I called to Annie.

"Oh yes!" he called back.

Shlomo opened the door and walked out first, with me following him. "What do you think?" I asked.

Annie didn't say anything. He just wrapped his arms around me and kissed me furiously. "Oh yes," he said when he was done. "Yes, that will do nicely. You look absolutely stunning!" I looked at myself in the mirror with my boy in his heel position, and I realized he was right. Stunning was definitely the word. I had that pretty feeling again, and I almost cried, but I didn't.

"The bow in your hair really makes the whole outfit work," he said. "And that purse is absolutely gorgeous! Look at that butterfly! Are those sapphires?"

"That's what the shop assistant said." I pulled a few of the strips of satin aside in the front of the skirt and asked, "Do you think it's ok if I'm not wearing undies? I have a thong with this outfit if you think it would be best. Your parents understand about how we do porn and like being sexy, right?"

"You are the sexiest boy I've ever met, Trevor Hawk," he said. "Wear what you feel like wearing. You weren't wearing the thong when you came out just now, and I think that means you'd rather not wear it. Is that right?"

I nodded and went back to my makeup table to clean up my lipstick after Annie's crazy kiss. This time he joined me to fix his lipstick as well.

I hadn't noticed the silence that had fallen in the back corner of the room, but when we re-emerged from my closet, Igi said, "You know, Trevor, the tiniest bit of blue eye shadow would look very lovely on you with that outfit. Only enough to bring attention to your eyes. I have just the color. If you like, I can show you."

"She's right," said Yvgenia. "I didn't even think of it because you're a boy, but that would be perfect. The cosmetics assistant should have suggested it to you as well."

"You should try it," said Annie, so I went with Igi into her closet and watched in the mirror to see how she did it. It really was just a tiny bit, but when I looked in her full-length mirror, it made all the difference.

"I hope this is waterproof too, because I think I might cry! Thank you Igi," I said, gently kissing her big, soft lips, being careful not to mess up my lipstick again.

"Don't you worry sweetie," she said, handing me the eye shadow case. "It shouldn't run. Tears run down from your eyes, not up! It is not entirely waterproof, but if you need to touch it up, you can have this. I'm going back to Almost Heaven in the morning anyway. I'll get more. I'll get a second one for you too. That one is nearly used up."

"Thanks Igi," I sniffled.

"Do not rub your eyes boy!" she said, grabbing my hand. "It is certainly not hand-rubbing-proof. Dab your eyes with a tissue if you need to."

Yvgenia ran up and hugged me, then kissed me gently as well. "You've been really wonderful to me today!" she said. "I feel loads better. I needed a good, hard shag, and Shlomo was very good. And everything you said was so sweet!"

"I feel loads better too," I said.

We waved goodbye to Adrian as we left. He whistled at me and said in a rough London accent, "Oy darling! When you get back, I'll give you a right good seein' to! Know what I mean? I know you want some of this!" He grabbed his crotch and continued, "I'll put you right, darling!"

Adrian laughed as Annie said, "Oh you pig! One day your dream will come true and you'll work in construction!" He was giggling as well. As we rounded the corner, we could hear Igi wailing again.

***

We left the studio complex in a company car a few minutes later. "Annie," I said, "Can Shlomo lay his head across your lap for a few minutes?"

"Of course sweetie," he said. "Why?"

"You'll see," I said with a grin. I helped Shlomo to lie sideways across the seat with his head on Annie's lap. "Hold him there now. He's going to like this, I think."

I lay on top of Shlomo's legs with my knees bent and feet in the air because the car was only so wide. I took his limp, circumcised cock into my mouth. He instantly hardened. I held all of it inside as long as I could, but he had such an unnaturally huge cock that it didn't take long to outgrow my mouth. I began to suck him slowly and deeply. This would be no ordinary blowjob. I could not have survived that meeting after the screening without him, and I told him so.

"I was glad that I could help Master find a happy place inside," he said while I had paused to discuss the matter.

"So that's what this is," said Annie.

"He's going to enjoy this until we get to your house," I said to Annie. "I won't let him cum until we get there. I want this to be the best he's ever had, even though he's had this done by the best people in the porn business. It will be the best I've ever given anyway."

Shlomo moaned and smiled when he heard me say that. "You're such a good boy," Annie said to him as he stroked Shlomo's hair. I sucked slowly, but I sucked hard. I could feel the muscles in his thighs twitching, almost as if he wanted to run. I went even slower, teasing him a bit.

"Master loves me," he said, as if there could be no greater joy in Heaven.

"Yes he does," said Annie, "and you deserve this special treat for what you did."

"But I…"

"Don't argue," said Annie. "Just enjoy."

"Yes, Sir."

I went the same slow speed for most of the 25 minute drive to Annie's house. Shlomo groaned, and eventually he began to howl every time I slowly took his cock inside, but he never stopped smiling. He got loud, and Annie told him it was ok to feel his master's love, but not to cum. He began to kiss my pet boy about ten minutes before we were due at his house. Shlomo couldn't hold the kiss as he grunted and his whole body tensed. A few minutes later, I paused and said, "Boy, I am going to try to deep throat you. If you get into my throat, you may not cum until we are at Annie's house."

"Yes Master," he whimpered, still smiling.

Annie resumed kissing him, and I slowly covered his cock with my mouth and pressed down hard. We all knew that I was able to deep throat cocks that were much bigger than Shlomo's, but it was fun to pretend otherwise. When I felt my throat opening, I didn't let him in at first. I kept sucking and pretending I was trying to get him in. I wanted him to believe I was making an extra-special effort to please him. He began to yell every time I went down. Annie caressed his face and chest, still kissing his sweet tiny lips, and he tried hard to kiss back, but it didn't work very well. That was what I wanted. I wanted Annie to hold a boy while the boy orgasmed, like I had just done with him an hour earlier. "Love him, boy," I said during a pause. "Love Annie. Show him your love."

I resumed sucking before he was able to grunt out his "Yes Master." He threw his arms around Annie and tried hard to kiss him properly, but instead he let out a scream as I took him immediately into my throat. He pulled Annie in close and tried his best, but all he could do was squeal and howl.

"We're here," said Annie. "I think your boy can cum now, right?" I nodded and took him in and out of my throat faster, and his entire body suddenly jerked, as if trying to throw us both off. Annie held him tight while I kept his cock moving in and out of my throat, breathing when I could. I took in a deep breath and took him all the way down and stayed there.

"Master… Master has…" he panted, "made me so…" But he never finished the sentence. He began to cry.

I let his cock slide out of my throat and asked him, "Happy tears? Are these happy tears, boy?" He nodded, and Annie hugged him close. I hugged him around the waist and said, "I love you boy. I love you very much, and I can't tell you how much you have meant to me these two days. I hope this small treat has given you some idea."

"Yes Master," he sobbed.

Annie told Patrick, our driver, to wait a few moments "while the happiest boy in the world collects himself." I thought he could have been talking about Shlomo or me at that point. I only wished that Shlomo could have given me some cum to taste.

Shlomo pulled himself up when he was ready and gave Annie the kiss he had been trying to return while I was sucking him. I knelt on the floor of the limo and Shlomo kissed me with his sweet tiny lips. I opened my mouth slightly and offered him my tongue, which he gladly accepted. Something bright flashed, but my boy and I hardly noticed. "Let's go inside," said Annie when we had finished our kiss. Patrick got out and opened our door.

"Makeup check," I said. Patrick pointed to a vanity light and mirror against the back of the front seat. I had apparently left a fair bit of lipstick on Shlomo's cock, so I touched up. Then I found some tissues and told Shlomo to wipe his cock clean while I cleaned his mouth and fixed his subtle red lipstick. "Ready," I said.

As we got out of the car, I realized I had a boner, and it was sticking out between the satin strips of my skirt. Normally that would be ok, but this wasn't the Frenetic lot. "Maybe I should have worn the thong," I said. We waited a few minutes longer for it to go down, and then we finally went inside.

***

I hadn't realized until we approached the front door how big the house was. There was a walled-in front garden and a large portico over the front entrance that formed the floor of a large balcony above it. The house had three levels above the ground. It was huge! Patrick waited with the car, and Annie opened the door to let us in.

***

"You're so pretty!" I said, hugging Annie. I didn't want to cry, but I felt that pain of seeing an impossibly beautiful boy again. It didn't seem to matter that he was real, that he was hugging me, or that he loved me. A few of my tears dripped onto Annie's shoulder. "I can't believe I met you! I can't believe you love me," I whimpered.

Chapter 66
The MacKay Residence

"Trevor!" called Annie's mum as she ran up to give me a huge maternal hug, the likes of which I couldn't recall ever getting from my own mum. "Oh my! Look at you! You're simply breathtaking! Has our Annie been rubbing off on you?"

"No, Mrs. MacKay, I…"

"Oh don't be silly! Call me Darla," she said.

I had to mind my manners in this house. It was huge and luxurious, and Annie said his family was wealthy, but seeing the place was breathtaking. It was like Cockerel Manor, only I was the boyfriend of the son of the house. I couldn't fart in the house. What if I had to fart? Best take care of that now if I could. I pushed to try to squeeze everything out before going inside, but nothing came of it. I'd have to remember to ask where the loo was when we got inside. Did they call it the loo when it was in a huge mansion? What should I ask for? The toilet? I'd have to check with Annie. What else… Say please, thank you, and excuse me, no elbows on the table, and since I was wearing a flimsy skirt made of satin strips, I had to keep my knees together. What if I forgot?

"Ok, I mean, no, no Darla, he hasn't rubbed off on me," I stammered nervously. "I've always, sort of, wanted to look pretty and sexy, and I can finally try it now."

"Well you are very pretty, and very, very sexy," she said. "What a lovely purse, and just look at that cute little skirt!"

"I just got it today," I said, realizing I could be at least a little informal with Mrs. MacKay. I mean, Darla. "Do you really like it?"

"It's simply gorgeous!" she said. "It shows your curves and so much of your lovely skin all the way round, and every now and then a person might get a little peek of something else, I should imagine. I hope you're not wearing anything under there. Peter would be so upset to see a boy not going regimental!" She snorted with giggles.

"Mother!" said Annie. "You're embarrassing him!" I was nervous already, and I didn't know what going regimental meant.

"Oh stop and give mummy a kiss," said Darla. They had a hug and a kiss until a voice came from some distance.

"Is that Annie with his wee friends?" called a man with a Scottish brogue.

"Yes Daddy," called Annie. "We'll be there in a sec."

"And this must be your pet boy that I've heard so much about," said Darla. "Good Lord! If that isn't the biggest willy I've ever seen on a boy I'll eat my right shoe!"

"Yes, Mrs… I mean Darla. His name is Shlomo," I said. "He is Jewish and he needs to only have kosher food for supper."

"Yes, I can see he's Jewish," she said. "You could see he was Jewish if you were standing in Peckham!" Shlomo covered his mouth to hide a blush and a giggle that he couldn't suppress. "Annie told me about his dietary needs when he rang earlier. Chef is preparing a special kosher meal for all of us."

I noticed Shlomo's silence at a time when he should have been thanking Darla. Then I realized he needed my permission to speak. I nodded to him, and he said, "Thank you very much, Madam. That was very considerate of you."

"Oh it was nothing," she said. "Chef takes care of all that. And must you call me Madam?"

Without looking at me, Shlomo said, "Yes Madam. I am sorry, but I must use titles of respect for Master's elders."

"It's part of the deal," I said. "He comes with his own rules like that. You'll get used to it, I'm sure." Then I took a chance at humor to lighten my anxiety a bit. Hoping it would work, I said, "And if you like, I could be a little more rude to make up for him." Even Annie laughed at that one.

"Well you can't stop a mother from hugging a child," she said. "Come here Shlomo, you little sweetie!" She took Shlomo into a great embrace, almost devouring the tiny naked boy with her body. Shlomo was almost giggling with happiness at the way things were going with Darla. "Oh but he's so little! I tell you what. Can he call me Mother Darla? That's a title of respect, and it's a title of love that he deserves."

I looked at Shlomo. He was smiling, but he quickly turned his head back into Darla's body. He seemed to like the idea. "Boy, you must call her Mother Darla."

"Yes Master!" he said with a smile. "Thank you Master! Thank you Mother Darla!"

"Oh stop," said Darla as she fell into another hug and kiss with the tiny naked boy with the gargantuan penis. "Come now, let's go meet my husband. Shlomo, I think it's best if you call him Sir. He will appreciate that. And you as well, Trevor. You should probably call him Sir or Mr. MacKay."

"She's right," said Annie. "He can be rather formal about some things, but really he's a sweet teddy bear with more love in his heart than you can imagine. Just watch how he greets his only son who comes home wearing a short evening dress and introduces him to his two porn star friends, one naked on a leash and the other wearing a bunch of ribbons round his waist and calling it a skirt."

"But you said…" I was suddenly in a panic. Formal people made me nervous. Maybe there would be champagne.

"I said that was a lovely outfit to wear for dinner here, and it is," he said.

"It certainly is!" said Darla. "Annie is only saying that for a man who likes things to be proper in so many ways, he dearly loves our Annie, and he will love Annie's friends just as they are."

"That's exactly what I meant," Annie said.

"And you look dead sexy in that cute little skirt," said Darla.

"Mother!" said Annie, sensing how embarrassed I was. He turned back to me and continued, "A lot of free-thinking liberals would have difficulties accepting us as we are, but Daddy, who is a free-thinker, though not exactly a liberal, will not bat an eyelash. When he sees you, he will only see my friend, and someone who makes me very happy. You as well, Shlomo."

Annie led us to a hallway on the other side of a grand entryway with a great curving staircase to the left. We entered the first double door, which led to a large room with a parquet wood floor. There, seated at a chair, smoking a pipe, wearing a formal tartan kilt suit, and reading the Financial Times, was a man with a great bushy red beard and eyeglasses. His hair line had receded a ways with age, but he looked like a strong man who would not be crossed.

"Daddy!" said Annie as he dashed across the room. Mr. MacKay arose with a smile and hugged his son warmly.

"I love you, pet," he said. "It's always good to see you when you come home, and my, don't you look lovely this evening!"

"Oh Daddy," he said, kissing his father on the cheek. "Daddy, I want you to meet the boy I've been telling you so much about. This is Trevor. Trevor, this is my father, Mr. MacKay."

"Pleased to meet you, Mr. MacKay," I said, offering a handshake. Off to the side I could see Darla winking at me.

"Delighted to meet you, laddy," he said, accepting my handshake. "You have made my son very happy these past few days. Your effect on him has been remarkable. Quite remarkable."

Of course, my life had changed dramatically since I'd met Annie, for several reasons I suppose, but it had never occurred to me that I might have changed Annie's life. "He has had, well, a remarkable effect on my life as well, Sir," I said. "I can't really remember what things were like before I met him on Sunday."

"Ah yes, young love is a very powerful thing," he said with a knowing smile, "but tread lightly, boy. Tread lightly. Do not be in a hurry. 'You are young, and life is long,' as the old song says. You both have strong feelings for each other. Let things happen as they happen. Do not try to push things along before their time."

"Yes Sir," I said.

"Oh Peter! The boy has been here two minutes and you're lecturing him already!" said Darla.

"Ach! Indeed I am," said Mr. MacKay. "You must forgive a loving father who feels protective of his only dear son. I do carry on sometimes."

"And we all know you carry on because you love me, Daddy," said Annie, giving his father a kiss on the cheek. "I also need to introduce you to the naked boy attached to the leash. Daddy, this is Shlomo. He is Trevor's pet boy. I told you about him yesterday. Shlomo, this is my father, Mr. MacKay."

"It's ok, boy," I said, noticing that Shlomo had hesitated and glanced in my direction. "You must feel free to talk to the MacKays. You are their guest here."

"Yes Master," He said. "Very pleased to meet you, Mr. MacKay," said Shlomo, receiving Mr. MacKay's offered handshake.

"Shalom, young Shlomo," said Mr. Mackay, glancing down with wide eyes at Shlomo's enormous and circumcised cock.

Shlomo suddenly smiled. "Shalom, Sir!"

"It isn't usually difficult to recognize a member of The Tribe when he's in the altogether," said Mr. MacKay, "especially with a name such as yours, and particularly when we've asked chef to prepare a kosher supper for us tonight!"

"Thank you Sir," said the tiny boy in his tiny voice. "Eating kosher is very important in my family."

"Of course it is," said Mr. MacKay. "There's no sense in following a religion if you don't follow its teachings now is there?"

"Oh none at all, Sir," said Shlomo. My boy's seemingly easy rapport with Mr. MacKay was impressive, I thought, and it helped me to relax. It also made me feel just a bit more pride in Shlomo than I already had.

"I like to think of myself as an enlightened man, if you will," said Mr. MacKay, "that is, when I'm not being a stodgy old fool."

"Oh Daddy!"

"Peter!"

Shlomo and I knew our duty was not to laugh, though Shlomo was more successful at it than I was.

"Please," said Mr. MacKay, "do sit down."

Darla sat on a chair next to her husband. Annie and I sat on a sofa facing them, and Shlomo sat at my feet. "I see you're a proper lad who knows what to wear under his kilt, but I think you'll be wantin' a sporran for it," said Mr. MacKay with a wink.

Annie laughed, and Darla said, "Peter! Don't make fun of the boy! You've only just met him!" Annie hurriedly moved some of the blue satin strips from my skirt to cover my cock, which had been exposed when I sat down. I gasped in horror! Knees together! Manners!

"Don't mind Daddy," said Annie, giving me a quick kiss. I think he was sorry he'd laughed. "He'd even take a poke at the prime minister if she visited."

"And a damn good poking she needs!" he said with a smile. "That's your line of work, Son. I kent you'd recognize it!"

"Daddy!"

"Peter!"

I had no idea what they were talking about or who Kent was, so not laughing wasn't a problem. I was regretting leaving that thong in my closet though.

"So, you like having sex in front of a camera?" Mr. McKay asked me. Annie and Darla just shook their heads and sighed. "When I was a bairn of your age, the thought of sex never occurred to me. When I learned about girls and sex, why, I thought it sounded rather unpleasant to be honest, and I hope I am always honest, but you also like to perform sexually for the camera, do you now?"

"You don't have to talk about this if you don't want to, Trevor," said Annie, after a long sigh.

"No, it's ok," I said. "Really, it is. I like talking about it." I was relieved to have a topic of conversation that I could relate to. "It's something that's made me really happy, Sir. I can't explain it all, but I can explain some of it. They make us see a therapist to make sure we have healthy reasons and a healthy understanding of what we do."

"Oh, we all know about Doctor Linda." He said her name slowly.

"Yes we do!" Darla snapped at him, "and she is a wonderful psychologist! She helps the boys understand who they are and how to stay out of trouble. She is always there for them if they need her. They can't possibly pay her enough for what she does!"

"I would merely like to point out that I did not need a therapist to stay healthy as a boy," he said, "and neither should our Annie. He is a perfectly happy and well balanced boy who…" He hesitated.

"Yes, Dear?"

"Who looks as pretty as a picture," he said with a smile toward Annie.

"I know you don't understand all of this, Daddy," said Annie, "but you've never stopped trying, and you have always loved me, no matter what I've asked of you, and I've asked some strange things, I know. I think I'm pretty well balanced too, but Linda is only there to make sure I stay that way. Making child porn is a job that can really confuse a kid, and she keeps us in check when that happens."

"That's why I made that appointment for you," said Darla.

"And son," said Mr. MacKay, "I would not have you any other way." I could see a glint of absolute love in his eye. He was telling the truth. He might not understand his son completely, but there was no doubt in my mind that he loved Annie as dearly as any father could. "Now my boy," he said, turning back to me, "you were explaining what you could about what attracts you to making child pornography. You said you could explain some part of why you like it, but not all."

"Yes Sir," I said "The easiest answer is that I was always taught that sex was filthy and disgusting, and that I would turn into some kind of shameful toad if I enjoyed it." I hoped it was ok to say toad in front of him. "Well, I found out that just wasn't true, Sir. I think that's a small part of it, Sir. I'm learning the truth. I really like sex, and I'm not a shameful… I mean, I'm still fine. Nothing's happened to me, and I feel less ashamed of myself than I ever have, Sir. I think for the first time ever, I'm beginning to really like my life. It's gotten so much better since I discovered child pornography. A lot of the things I've learned growing up just aren't true. I guess another part of this is my way of taking a stand against lies like that, of telling the world to… er, excuse me Sir, but telling them to get stuffed, Sir."

"Ha ha ha!" laughed the Scotsman with a thunder that came from deep within his belly. "Well put, laddy, very well put! I like a young man who says things as he sees them. You are polite, yes, and you are plain spoken."

"Thank you, Sir. But mostly, Sir," I continued, "I always have to be honest when I talk about this, and honestly Sir, mostly it's because I love having sex, and I really love making people feel good when I have sex with them and when they watch me having sex with someone." Annie hugged me close and kissed me when I said that. "I didn't know I could make so many people feel good! And Sir, I can't tell you how good that… makes me feel." I sniffled, trying not to cry.

"Aw, Peter," said Darla. "Isn't he just sweet!"

"Yes," said Mr. MacKay. He paused for a moment while Annie caressed my cheeks. He allowed me a moment to collect myself before speaking again. "Yes, but how did you even know there was such a thing as sex at your age? We know how Annie learned about it," he said, casting a glance at Darla, "but did your mother sign you up for it as well?"

"Oh, no Sir," I said. "It was…" I hesitated, not wanting to tell him about my babysitter Brad. "It was an older boy I knew. He taught me a little about sex, and I really liked it. I learned about Frenetic quite by accident. I met Randy, our agent, in a park last Sunday." I really didn't want to get into the particulars of how I met him either. "He had a long talk with me. He thought I'd do well in child pornography, so he had a word with my mum. After Randy got Mum's permission, I visited his house and met Boris and Sebastian…"

"And that's when we first met you," said Darla. "Sunday evening at Randy's house, you and Sebastian were naked as two jaybirds in the kitchen, tugging each other's little willies, weren't you! Oh they were adorable, Peter." I wanted to crawl under the sofa and hide from the embarrassment. I think Shlomo sensed this, because he chose that moment to turn sideways and lay his head on my lap, hugging my legs with his tiny arms.

"Mother!"

"Oh, I'm sorry, Trevor luv," said Darla. "I didn't mean to embarrass you. I just meant you two were such a lovely sight to see that evening. You're both such beautiful boys, you and Sebastian, and two beautiful boys together are a very lovely sight! Randy gave us some of the pictures he took of you boys that night. I have them here somewhere."

"I don't think now's the time, Mum," said Annie. "I'm sure he's seen them all already. Oh Trevor!" said Annie suddenly. "I know of a picture you haven't seen! Daddy said I was as pretty as a picture. Well, look behind us!"

I turned my head and saw a painting above the fireplace. I had to stand up to see it properly. It was the naked painting Annie had told me about. He was in a ballet studio, holding the bar with his right hand, holding his left hand upward, tilting his head back a bit with an expression of wonder on his face, and holding his left leg way back and maybe out a little. He was naked except for a pink sash around his waist. His body was reflected in a mirror to his right, behind the bar. "Wow," I said as I walked up to get a closer look. "Wow!"

"A true masterpiece by Jean Pierre Le Doux," said Mr. McKay. "Even he thinks so, and he's not easily pleased with his own work. I don't reckon any artist is. But this painting exactly captures everything we love about our Annie, every last millimeter of it. I only wish we'd had it done in life size, but we wanted it to fit in the frame above the fireplace because we felt that was the most prominent place in our house."

"It took two days! First, he and his assistants set up all kinds of lights to get things just right," said Annie, "and they turned off the normal ballet studio lights. He was very particular about how he wanted the reflections from all of the mirrors to fade into darkness. He talked about a technique called sfumato, which I think means how the background gets darker or hazier or something. It was such a funny sounding word that I remembered it," he added with a cute smile. "Holding that pose while he took all sorts of photos and measurements was more difficult than posing for the actual painting, which we did the next day. I was standing on my toes, and only on one foot!"

That sounds awful," I said.

"It was difficult," he replied, "but I had help. Some of the ballet students and their teacher from the studio stayed after their lesson to watch. Their teacher gave me suggestions to help with the cramp I was feeling in my legs and my foot, and it really helped! Once she told me to move the stress into my right hand, the one that was holding the bar, and pay attention to it there instead of my foot. Do you know, it really helped!"

"Oh I hate cramps!" I said, remembering one night when I woke up screaming in pain because I had a cramp in my lower thigh. (I think you Americans call it a Charlie horse, but I have no idea why.) It was horrible! "I'll try to remember that, if it happens to me again."

"It's awful, I know," said Annie, "but the teacher was so sweet! What was her name, Mum?"

"Mrs. Benoit."

"Yes, Mrs. Benoit. I try to remember names of people who help me," he said.

"As well you should, my dear lad," said Mr. MacKay.

"I know, Daddy. I try," said Annie. "She had told her students they would see the true beauty of the body in motion if they stayed and watched Jean Pierre work. That sounded odd to me because I wasn't allowed to move a muscle while he was taking his measurements and all those photos, and I couldn't move much at all while he was painting, but it was all worth it. It's so beautiful, don't you think?"

"Wow," I said again. "The closer I get, the more real you look! Wow! And look at your reflection! That's your a… your bottom exactly! And your skin… How can he make it look as soft as it feels?"

"Well," said Annie, "he touched my skin and felt it quite a bit, all over my body."

"And a good thing he did," said Mr. MacKay. "Just look at the result, laddy! He's made you look more real than you do standing here before me! You cannot do that with a camera. He's known you all your life, watched you grow up. He knows how you look, how you feel, how you act, how you move, your whole personality, and he's put it all into that beautiful work of art that shall always enjoy a place of prominence in this house."

"You're so pretty!" I said, hugging Annie. I didn't want to cry, but I felt that pain of seeing an impossibly beautiful boy again. It didn't seem to matter that he was real, that he was hugging me, or that he loved me. A few of my tears dripped onto Annie's shoulder. "I can't believe I met you! I can't believe you love me," I whimpered.

"Let it happen boy," said Mr. MacKay. "Feel what you feel, and let it happen. Force nothing."

"Sir, I love Annie more than I can ever tell you," I said, my voice quavering. How could I feel so desperate for Annie's love when that love was right there, surrounding me?

Then I felt a drop on my shoulder. Annie was crying too? "It's just happening, Daddy," he said. "This is how we feel right now, and there's an end to it."

"Then you've made your old man a happy old man," said Mr. McKay. "Your Trevor's a good lad, a decent boy, worthy of a celebration, I'd say!"

He took his cell phone from the breast pocket of his jacket and tapped something into it. A minute later, a man entered, pushing a serving cart. On the cart were two trays, one with a bottle of dark red wine and five wine glasses, and one with some small round crackers with a sort of paste on top in a perfect circle, almost like a short stack of coins. The man put the trays on the coffee table and left. "Scottish salmon rosettes on bagel crisps, all kosher of course, and a bottle of kosher wine. Obviously we won't be doing the blessings and prayers and such, Shlomo," said Mr. MacKay, "but please do so yourself if you'd like, or offer any blessings you might have that go along with anything you see here. And do tell us of any traditions you might have."

"Thank you Sir!" said Shlomo with excitement. "Our usual tradition when we are guests at someone's house is to follow their customs as much as we can. Father says that's a gracious way to accept hospitality, Sir, but thank you for your interest in my culture and my religion!"

I'd never heard anything so complicated come from Shlomo's mouth, and I didn't know what it all meant, but Mr. MacKay seemed pleased. "I enjoy learning about other cultures, dear boy, so you may feel free here to discuss your religion and customs as you wish, but no more than you wish. That will show me you are comfortable here in our home."

Annie and I sat back down on the sofa. This time I was mindful of where the blue satin strips of my skirt fell. I pointed to a chair on my left and said, "Boy, sit in this chair. You will not eat from the floor while we are guests in this house."

"I should think not!" said Darla. "You must be comfortable while you're here, Shlomo. If you prefer to sit on the floor, you may, but not while you eat."

"Yes, Mother Darla," he said.

Mr. MacKay gave his wife an odd look on hearing Shlomo call her Mother Darla, but he decided to say nothing. He poured five glasses of wine, emptying the bottle, and handed a glass to each of us. "Please be upstanding for a toast," he said, rising to his feet. "To Annie and Trevor, to everything there is a season; may they know true love in its true season, and may that season last many, many seasons!"

We all took a sip, but I was thinking about what what he'd just said. He was playing with the words, but he seemed to be saying something very nice, like he wished us to have a long life together or something, or maybe he wanted Annie and me to get married, when it was the right time. Could that be right? He'd just met me! He said it in a complicated way, so I thought maybe I just misunderstood him.

Then Mr. MacKay turned to Shlomo and said, "And to our smallest guest, may he find the largest portion of what he desires, and may he desire enough to make it worth the effort! To Shlomo! L'chaim!" Shlomo beamed proudly as we all drank to him. He wasn't shy or insecure, just happy and proud. He seemed to understand Mr. MacKay's unusual words.

***

I liked the wine. It was sweet, and it tasted like some kind of sweetened fruit juice. It didn't make me feel funny either. But the salmon rosettes were about as good as the sushi. In fact, the salmon was raw. Didn't rich people ever cook their fish? Did they eat anything that wasn't horrible? How was I ever going to like rich people food? How would I be able to survive a whole supper full of rich people food? I wondered if that meant I was supposed to stay poor.

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Chapter 67
Fit for a Kosher King

The same man who had brought the wine and snacks out to us came back to tell us that dinner was ready. (I learned that in rich people's houses you were supposed to call it dinner, not supper.) "All right boys, time to get washed and ready for dinner," said Darla. "You just wait! You're all going to love what Chef's done for this evening!"

You should know by now that I haven't always been wealthy, and that the home I grew up in was run by my alcoholic mum, who didn't have time for my older brother's little brother. I'm telling you this so you'll understand why I was so confused by what Darla had just said.

Darla and Mr. McKay led the way, followed by Annie and me, trailing my boy along behind us. We went back through the huge entrance hall and down another corridor. I thought we were going to the dining room, but I wasn't sure. As we walked, I asked Annie in a whisper, "What does your mum want us to wash for dinner? Does she mean like our own plates?"

He giggled at me, but only for a second before getting a sad face and hugging me. "I'm sorry I laughed, Trevor. Sometimes I forget that I've only known you since Sunday, and you've had a whole life before we met. You're so sweet, and you seem to belong perfectly where you are now, as if you've always been there." He cleared his throat and quietly continued, "Most families have a custom of washing our hands and faces before we eat. If we sit at the dinner table all dirty, it could put someone off their food. Mum also says it's so we don't get sick, but I don't know how she works that one out."

"But you're perfectly clean," I said. "I've been kissing your mouth all day, so I should know."

"Well, it's a custom to do it anyway, really," he said. "It also gives us a chance to touch up our makeup and check our hair and clothes. I've always wanted to look special for dinner, so I've always gone along with it."

As we were passing through the entrance hall, Annie suddenly stopped and smiled, as if surprised. "Oh Trevor!" he said. "I have just the thing for you!"

He gave me a quick kiss and told everyone he'd be right back before dashing up the huge staircase. That left me and my boy alone with Mr. and Mrs. MacKay, both of whom grinned at me and nodded. I found I wasn't nervous to be alone with them, which surprised me. Darla had always been friendly enough, and I was becoming more comfortable with Mr. MacKay as time went on. He had a big, booming voice that commanded respect and obedience, and in most ways he was a real stickler for rules and formalities, but he was not afraid to change his thinking if there was a good reason for it. Most of all, he truly loved my Annie. He seemed to want to know me too. He asked very personal questions, and he seemed happy when I answered them, even if I was confused or not sure, or if it meant I did something he didn't understand. It was almost like being respected. I didn't know what that felt like at the time, so I couldn't be sure.

Annie returned with his prettiest smile and held out a big blue bow with a ribbon attached. "You said you wanted to dress for dinner too, so I thought I could help you accessorize. This has been sitting in a drawer upstairs in my room for ages, waiting to make someone prettier than he already is! It matches your outfit perfectly!"

"Oh look, Peter!" said Darla. "That's so sweet, and it does match his cute little outfit."

"We'll meet you love birds in the family dining room," said Mr. MacKay as he and Darla left us on our own.

"Thanks," I said to Annie as he tied it into my hair. I felt a sense of warmth fill my body, beginning from the ribbon and flowing down. We stopped at a mirror in the entrance hall, just outside the entrance to the next corridor, and I saw the most beautiful boy I'd ever seen standing with the happiest boy I'd ever seen. (I won't tell you who was who.) I felt some very strong feelings as we stood in front of the mirror. To my surprise, my cock started getting hard, poking its way through my skirt ribbons again. I didn't really care. I was with Annie. Shlomo was having a great time! He stood on his toes with a great smile and said, "Master looks so pretty in that bow!" As he clapped his hands, he started getting hard too. I learned later that's a normal slave's response to seeing his master getting hard.

Annie kissed me, which did nothing to resolve the situation, but since his parents had gone off to their own washroom, Annie led me to his. I held Annie's hand and Shlomo's leash in my two hands. I looked to Annie, hardly able to believe how breathtakingly beautiful he was, and he had invited me to this dinner – not some strong and handsome boy, but sissy, pretty me!

***

"This is my washroom and toilet," said Annie as we entered an immaculate tiled room that was bigger than the first floor boys' room at Preston Primary. "We all call it the kids' washroom though, because when my friends come for dinner, we all use this one. When Mum and Daddy have adult friends over, they use theirs."

He turned on the gold-plated tap for one of the four sinks and washed his face, using a clean washcloth from a drawer. He threw it into a hamper when he had finished. Then he opened another drawer and took out various makeup items. I put my purse on a shelf next to another sink and handed the handle of Shlomo's leash to him with orders to wash. I thought what Mum would have said if I used a washcloth once and put it in the laundry. "Am I supposed to open the drawers, or should I ask?"

This time Annie allowed himself to giggle properly, giving me a quick kiss. "This is my washroom, sweetie. You can use anything you find in this room. And yes, open the drawers if you want to use a washcloth. There's soap on the sink, and if you like, there are hairbrushes and hair products here too."

Eventually I got washed up and touched up my makeup, Shlomo's too, but my feelings of embarrassment over not knowing how to wash for dinner were not as strong as my confused feelings about how pretty that boy right there in the washroom mirror was. I didn't get hard this time. Instead, I thought about how a boy like Annie cared enough to give that boy in the mirror such a beautiful blue bow. He looked so pretty in that bow, and beautiful people loved him so much. I tried not to think too much about that because I didn't want to spoil a really nice evening.

***

When we reached the dining room and sat down, I removed Shlomo's leash and put it in my purse. It seemed proper.

The man wheeled another cart out to the table and served us each a small bowl of soup. "Kosher lobster bisque," said Mr. MacKay.

"Ooh it smells delicious, Daddy," said Annie.

I had never had lobster before. It was another one of those foods that rich people liked, so I was wary of the soup. It smelled like some of the sushi we'd had earlier. Annie took a slow sip of it and said, "Ooh Daddy! This is wonderful!"

Annie's endorsement of the soup didn't mean much to me. It still smelled bad, and Annie liked sushi and caviar.

"Mmm, yes it is," said Darla.

"Speak freely at this table, Shlomo," I said, using his name this time instead of calling him "boy" to make sure he knew that I really meant it.

"Thank you Master," he said with a mouth full of hot soup. For some reason that made Darla laugh. "I've never had this before, Sir," he said to Mr. MacKay. "It's really fantastic!"

I finally took a sip from my spoon. It didn't taste at all like it smelled. It was really good! "Oh wow! He's right!" I said with an apparent tone of surprise.

"Well what did ya expect, young laddy?" asked Mr. MacKay. "We pay top dollar for a man of Chef's caliber. He knows his way round a kitchen, that's one thing for certain. He has two Michelin stars! You'll be a most welcome guest at our table for a traditional haggis one night soon." He was not asking a question. It was a statement of his intent. "Annie will see to that, won't you Son?"

"Oh yes," he said. "You'll love it, Trevor!"

"What's haggis?" I asked.

Annie interrupted his father and said, "I'll tell you about it later. It's really delicious."

"And Chef makes it properly, lights and all, none of this nonsense about the lights and food safety regulations," said Mr. MacKay. "I'll have a word with him about making it kosher for dear Shlomo here as well. It's all sheep, lad, so making it kosher will not be a problem."

"Sheep with lights?" I asked, wondering what kind of food would light up.

"Later, sweetie," said Annie, kissing me.

For some reason this made Mr. MacKay laugh and say, "Oh heavens. You'll tell him all about it, Son, and you'll have the honor of recitin' the Address."

"Oh thank you Daddy!" said Annie. I was completely lost in this conversation, but I had a very good bowl of soup in front of me, and I was enjoying it tremendously. There was hope for rich-people-food after all.

"So Trevor dear," said Darla, "what do you do besides pornography? Do you have any hobbies?"

"I'm not sure," I said. "I like football. I support Arsenal, but one of my new roommates supports Chelsea, so I don't talk about it at Frenetic. I don't think he'd like me if he knew. They're rivals, you see."

"Beyond Celtics and Rangers," said Mr. MacKay, a sad look developing on his face, "there are no true rivals. Friendly rivals, yes, but maybe you should talk to your roommate about this. People are generally friendly with football rivalries these days. Even Celtics and Rangers supporters have been getting along better these days. They have been Glasgow's sadness for too long."

"Who supports Chelsea?" asked Annie.

"Adrian," I said, "and you know how he is, a hard London boy. I really like him, and I don't want trouble. He's helped me a lot."

"Adrian? You mean that little Adrian Brightman?" asked Darla. "Why, he's the sweetest boy you've ever met, aside from yourself and our Annie here. He would never want trouble over his club! Don't you know that's why he stays at Frenetic instead of back at home? His older brothers were hooligans, and they were trying to get him involved. He didn't want anything to do with it, so his mum took him away from all that. I know his mum, and I've met Adrian several times. He loves his club, but he'll not want to fall out over it!"

Annie reached over and squeezed my hand and said, "Sweetie, if you and Adrian watched a match together between Arsenal and Chelsea, you would have the time of your life! Yes, he likes to have fun with playful taunts and such, and he will expect to get as good as he gives, but he'll want you to have as much fun as he's having."

"So it's all right for me to wear my Arsenal kit on game days?"

Annie giggled and kissed me. Mr. MacKay asked, "Anything else besides watching football, Trevor?"

"Well," I hesitated, "I like playing footie too, but most of the boys back home wouldn't let me play because they say I run like a girl."

"That can hardly be a surprise now, can it!" said Mr. MacKay with a hearty chuckle. "Have a look at ya!"

"Daddy!"

"Peter!"

"Oh dear, Trevor," he said, "I do apologize. You must believe I try hard to understand my dear son and others like you, but sometimes a thing will strike me as funny, but to you it must seem dreadfully insensitive."

Shlomo was giggling out loud, and so was I. "You've never seen me run, Shlomo!"

"No Master," he giggled, "but I've seen Annie run!"

Annie giggled a bit and said, "Well, it's true, isn't it! I'm a boy, not a girl, but I'm terrible at sport. And I look dreadful in those horribly long shorts that boys wear to play football. Perhaps I do run like a girl, but I look fabaroo in heels! How many boys can say that?"

His father rolled his eyes, and his mother smiled and said, "You look a damn sight better in heels than I would, excuse my language. Imagine me in heels! I'd be a right sight, wouldn't I!"

"Do you think I'd look good in heels," I asked Annie. I knew what Darla's answer would be.

"We should go shopping," he said. "You can never really know until you try them on. It takes some getting used to though. It's like walking on your toes all day, and it can be tricky to keep your balance at first."

"That hardly sounds worth the bother," I said.

"That's why I only wear them for special occasions when I have to be proper and formal," he said. "Or when there's a K & F bonus involved," he whispered to me.

"Such as when you dress for dinner?" said Mr. Mackay.

"Daddy!" he said. "You know I like dressing for dinner, but wearing heels around the house is silly. Besides, I love my cute Mary Janes!"

"So do I," I said.

"And I love my cute little son," said the proud father, "whether he's cute and pretty or a smelly, ugly, drunken pillock! You're my son, and you cannot change my love for you. It's not for you to decide."

"Oh Daddy," Annie said with a soft smile.

"And when you dress in girls' clothes, I love you all the more, because that tells me you're finding your own way toward happiness, and that makes me proud, fiercely proud of you!"

"Daddy, you want to make me cry!" Annie said.

"Cry all you like, Son, but you'll cry knowin' how much you're loved," he said. "If that's worth cryin' about, then have a good cry. I can think of plenty worse reasons to cry, Son."

"Annie!" said Darla, seeing Annie stand up. Even I knew it was bad manners to leave the table during a meal without being excused. But Annie was not leaving. He went to his father and gave him an awkward sideways hug, and he did have a good little cry.

"There, there Lad," said Mr. MacKay. "None of this should be news to you. I've said it to you before, and I'll say it to you again and again until the day I leave God's good green earth, as any father should do."

***

My father had loved me, but he was nothing like this. He hugged me each night before bed and told me he loved me. Mum did that when I was little too, before they were divorced. Before she found her reli-gin-and-tonic. Maybe this was why Annie wasn't afraid of loving someone, or why it never hurt. Maybe he just knew that he was so lovable that he didn't feel the need to worry about being loved by someone special. Maybe if my mum and dad were like this, I wouldn't be worried all the time about never finding someone I loved who would love me back, or if they did, worrying all the time that he would find out I wasn't good enough, or that I would mess it up and he would leave me. Mr. MacKay had just said it, that it was not Annie's choice whether he loved his son. Nothing Annie could do would change that. What must it be like? I decided that these parents, especially Annie's dad, must have given Annie something that made me love him. What made Annie so special to me must have come from them.

***

"And you, young Trevor," said Mr. MacKay as Annie returned to his chair, "never let me hear that you are livin' yer life any way other than what suits you, or you'll have me to answer to!"

"Yes Sir," I said.

"You mean the world to my boy Annie," he continued, "and he deserves the very best. You can only be the very best if you stay true to yourself, and be damned to anyone who tries to change you!"

***

Rockport salad was the next course. It came out on large plates, though it seemed like a very small salad. It was absolutely delicious! It had pieces of pears, grapes, some kind of nuts, and cranberries. It was almost like having dessert before the meal.

"This is really good, Sir!" said my tiny boy. "I've never had this either."

"All kosher of course," said Mr. MacKay. "Chef was delighted to have a request for a special menu this evening. Of course, we gave him late notice, but he called in some extra staff for tonight to get this all put together, and he has connections everywhere, even a kosher fishmonger. I'm afraid we sometimes become predictable in our tastes, and we don't pose much of a challenge for him, artistically speaking. By thunder, this truly is excellent."

"If it were up to me," said Darla, "it would be bangers and mash, or bubble and squeak, or a plain fry-up. That man works and works in that kitchen, all day and sometimes all night, just to make our food taste better! Who are we to deserve that? I tell him, 'Get some sleep! You'll do yourself in!' But he'll have none of it. He's an artist, same as our Jean Pierre. It's not right unless it's perfect. You'd never catch me working like that in a kitchen."

"That's why we hired Chef, Dear," said Mr. MacKay, slowly and calmly.

Darla chuckled and said, "It's true, I'm dead useless in the kitchen!"

"Oh Mum," said Annie, "your biscuits are always smashing!"

"The lad has a point there, Darla my dear," said Mr. MacKay. "That's the one thing you still do better than Chef."

"That's because I use Mother's recipe," she said. "Chef has forgotten how to do things simply. I showed him Mother's recipe, and he began straight away by using some fancy kind of flour that I'd never heard of, and using his own special vanilla and almond extracts instead of getting them from Sainsbury's like an ordinary person would. Then, if you would believe, he tried and tried to improve on it by adding a little of this and a little of that, ingredients that weren't even in the recipe! I told him, I said you can't improve on something that's simple, honest food made with a mother's love. He said that until he could become a mother, he'd keep trying. Of course even when he followed Mother's recipe precisely, his biscuits still weren't quite right."

***

"Tuna steaks seared with brown sugar and bourbon glaze with asparagus in herbed butter," said Mr. Mackay as our entrees arrived. This was a large piece of real fish that tasted nothing like the canned tuna we had at home. There was a small cup of maple dipping sauce for the tuna that tasted amazing, even though the fish was so good it didn't need any maple sauce.

"Chef has done a wonderful job tonight," said Annie.

"I think this is all fantastic," I said. "I've never eaten like this before! My mum does the bangers and mash and bubble and squeak sort of food, or else McDonalds."

"Well, get used to it, Trevor," said Darla. "From what I hear, you've already made well over a half million quid, and you've only been working three days. Well, four if you count your audition."

I sat frozen in time. I think my mouth was probably hanging open. I might have been drooling for all I knew. I was completely senseless. Did she just say a half million pounds? There were voices around me, but they didn't matter. A pretty purple hawk landed on my arm, which was covered with an elbow-length sparkling purple glove with gold and black paisley. "You deserve the very best, and that means staying true to who you are," it said before flying away. It left a pretty purple feather in my hair.

Then an angel stepped forward from behind a tree and said, "Trevor, tell me anything, and you will be safe. Tell me what you're thinking." I turned to face the angel, and he had the most beautiful face I'd ever seen. It was Annie. "Are you feeling ok, Trevor?" he asked. "Only you looked faint for a moment."

I felt the spot in my head where the hawk had left the feather, and instead I felt my pretty blue bow. I smiled at Annie and kissed him. "I'm more than ok, sweetie," I said. "I'm in love with you, and that's being true to myself." I kissed him, as if his parents weren't watching, as if we weren't at a fine dinner table. I kissed him with love, the love of an eight year-old, almost nine, which can be very powerful. The last doubt I had in my mind about whether this was true love vanished. Sometimes it must just happen at that age. I knew what it was, and I think Annie's parents did too, because they did not protest.

"My boy," choked Mr. MacKay when we had finished kissing, "you will always be welcome in this house, and you will be loved." He could have a cry if he felt like it. I felt nothing but happiness and love.

***

"He slipped out of my arms and glided gracefully to the piano bench. His movements were always graceful. He never walked; he glided. He never gestured; he danced. He never smiled; he radiated. He never spoke; he sang with the sweetest tones under the sky. He looked so sexy in that dress from behind. Sexy, angelic, graceful, and mine. I motioned for my pet boy to sit with me in my big comfy chair. I was beginning to feel nervous too, and I needed my teddy boy. I slouched way down and cuddled him while the angel in the black dress silently lifted his arms to begin."

Chapter 68
Annie's Recital

After a rather large portion of exquisite lemon cheesecake, we found ourselves in a room they called the recital hall. It was called a hall, and that made me think it was going to be big, like the entrance hall, but it wasn't. It was larger than Mum's flat, though only just. There was a grand piano in this room, a dance floor, and lots of comfortable chairs and sofas. I didn't feel like putting Shlomo's leash back on him, so I didn't. He had been indirectly responsible for the best meal I'd ever eaten. Still, he sat on the wood floor at my feet. It was his choice.

I was curious. "You said there was a girl version of that painting in the sitting room?" I asked.

"Oh yes," said Annie. "Mum, would you mind if we had a look at it? Trevor is curious, and he wants to know about me just as Daddy wants to know about him. I think it's important that we're able to be open about everything, don't you?"

"I don't see a problem with that," said Darla. "Do you, Dear?"

"Not at all," said Mr. MacKay. "As the lad just said, we've been holding nothing back this evening, and I agree with you, Son," he said to Annie. "I think that's a good thing." He tapped something into his cell phone again, and a few minutes later, the man who had brought our food into the sitting room earlier entered with an easel and a painting. It was stunning! It was exactly like the one above the fireplace in the sitting room, only Annie had a pussy instead of a cock. It was weird to see that, but it looked natural in a way.

"It's so beautiful! How did he…" I trailed off.

"He made a copy in his studio of the one in the sitting room," Annie said, "but he added a vagina. Quite simple really, for an artist of Jean Pierre's talent."

I stared at it and thought of Claire, Amber, Yvgenia, all the girls I'd been with at Frenetic that week. "I thought you were a girl when we first met," I said. "That made me feel embarrassed. Now I don't get embarrassed around girls, but I'm glad you're a boy." He kissed me.

***

"Annie's going to play something for us on the piano, aren't you luv," said Darla.

"Oh Mother, I'm nervous!" he said.

"Whatever for, dear?" said Darla. "You've been practicing this since Monday. You'll play it as beautifully as you did last night."

"I've been taking lessons," Annie said to me. "I wanted to play something for you that I heard on the radio on our way home after we'd met last Sunday. I thought about you that whole night, and this song reminds me of you, and… oh I'm so nervous!"

I rose from my chair, kissed him, and smiled the gentlest smile I could. Then I said, "You can make all the mistakes you like, but you can't change how I feel about you. I'll still love you, and there's an end to it."

I kissed him again, and Mr. MacKay called out, "Bravo, laddy! Bravo!" I had never seen Annie so nervous. In fact, I couldn't recall seeing him nervous at all. It made me love him even more, because he felt more like me, but I felt bad about making him so nervous. He loved me though. He wanted to play a song for me because he loved me, and I wasn't going to try stopping him.

He slipped out of my arms and glided gracefully to the piano bench. His movements were always graceful. He never walked; he glided. He never gestured; he danced. He never smiled; he radiated. He never spoke; he sang with the sweetest tones under the sky. He looked so sexy in that dress from behind. Sexy, angelic, graceful, and mine.

Annie sat on the piano bench and remained motionless for a few seconds, taking in a couple deep breaths. I motioned for my pet boy to sit with me in my big comfy chair. I was beginning to feel nervous too, and I needed my teddy boy. I slouched way down and cuddled him while the angel in the black dress silently lifted his arms to begin.

Annie began to play, very softly, with his left hand. His right hand joined in, but I couldn't tell which notes were played by which hand. There wasn't much difference in the sound until he spread his hands farther apart. It was a slow melody, and very soft, but it felt like it was growing somehow. One hand played alone at first, and it sounded soft and lovely. Then his two hands played briefly, yet they blended perfectly when they were together. They played almost the same thing. When they spread apart, there was emotion and excitement. Each hand played something different. His right hand played something that sounded painful, sometimes even out of key, while his left hand played something lovely, yet lonely. His hands came back together, as if they noticed each other this time. They played similar music, but they each played it their own way. They spread apart and played the same music up high and down low, but they were still joined together somehow. The music became a little faster as his hands moved together again. He played something with his left hand only, then he played the same thing with his right hand, only it was higher. Then he played them together again. His left hand went down low, but it seemed to be playing the same thing. Then both hands spread apart and joined back together, and it seemed that no matter where his hands were on the piano, they were playing the same thing. They had discovered each other and made a connection that would not be lost.

He had felt it too. If this music made him think of me, this chance encounter of two very different people who happened to be so perfect for each other, who came together and would forever make beautiful music together, who had changed each other forever, if he felt that way about us, then he felt like I did. His hands played together perfectly, side by side, from the left side all the way up to the right, and then back to the middle, for a soft and absolutely joyous finish.

Mr. and Mrs. MacKay clapped, and so did Shlomo. (I was holding him tight, but I'd forgotten he was there while Annie was playing.) I cried, but I also clapped. Annie had just told me with the piano how much he loved me, and that he knew it from the moment he saw me. He had been playing the piano facing away from us, and he remained facing that way for more than a minute after we had applauded. I decided to walk up to him and sit beside him on the piano bench. He very suddenly wrapped his arms around me and held me tight. "This music was composed for us," he said. "I just know it." His face was wet with tears when he kissed me.

"By God Almighty," said Mr. MacKay, "how can such wee bairns know this love? Even Juliet was thirteen!"

"Oh hush you stodgy old fool," said Darla. "You said it yourself. Just let things happen as they happen. I see nothing here but love. Children they might be, but a child can have love in his heart too."

***

We settled in once again after Annie's recital. (I think that's what they call it when a kid plays a musical instrument for a small audience.) Annie and I snuggled in the big chair this time. Shlomo dutifully sat on the floor again.

"I've asked Annie many times," Mr. MacKay said to me ."Why? I know Annie's answers to that question, but I'd like to hear yours. Why? Why does a lad want to look pretty? I could understand if you believe you were born a girl in a boy's body. That much makes sense to most modern, thinking people. If you believe you're a girl, then it makes sense you'd want to be pretty like a girl, but you're a lad! You've said it yourself. Why would a lad want to look like a lass if he doesn't feel like one inside?"

"Oh Daddy," said Annie. "He hasn't really worked things out yet. He doesn't even know if this is really how he wants to be."

"That's true, Sir," I said. "I like being pretty though. I've never felt pretty before, and I like how it feels a lot."

"But why, boy?" he pleaded. "Why would you want to be pretty? You must understand that I'm a man of fifty-two years on God's good Earth, and I've never wanted to be pretty. Aye, fair enough, I wear a skirt, but it's hardly a skirt like yours!" We all laughed. I appreciated his attempt to lighten the mood too.

"I don't know the real answer, Sir," I said. "Not all of it anyway, but I'll try my best to tell you as much as I've learned so far."

"Then I would love to understand what you've learned so far," he said. "You know our Annie means the world to me. The sun and the moon as well. Anything that can help me understand who he is, even a wee bit better, will make me a richer man. And if it helps me understand you better as well, it's all the more worth hearing what you have to say."

"Well, Sir," I began, "I can only tell you what I've learned about myself. Annie and I have talked a little about this. I think it starts with the way I feel when I see pretty people, boys especially. They don't have to be in skirts or anything to be pretty though. That's part of what I don't understand. A boy can be pretty without being girlish, I think. But when a boy is pretty, I want to be with him. I want to have him in my life. I am attracted to him."

"It sounds as if you'd rather be with a pretty person than be one," he said.

"Let the boy talk!" hissed Darla.

"I do want to be with a pretty boy, like Annie," I said. "I mean, I want to be with Annie. I meant to say that Annie is a very, very pretty boy, and it felt like I couldn't be without him once I'd met him properly."

"Still, you want to be with a pretty boy?"

"Peter!"

"Daddy!"

"Well, yes Sir," I said. "Annie makes me feel all wiggly inside, in a super-wonderful way, just by being pretty. He does way more for me than that though, but you wanted to know about the pretty bit. His being pretty gave me this feeling that I had to get to know him or my life would have some sort of hole in it, and it hurt."

"It hurt?" he asked.

I looked at Annie for strength. I decided I might as well tell his dad about that part of me too. He had already invited me to be part of his family in a way, and I saw how loving he was with Annie. "Yes Sir," I said. "I have felt that way before, but it was a super strong feeling with Annie. When I look at him, I still feel so much love for him it hurts. I have to be with him. It hurts like when I'm scared or sad. It's like Annie could tear me apart and I would die if he ever wanted to hurt me."

"Trevor!" said Annie. "I would never! You know that!"

"Yeah," I said, "I know, but that doesn't stop me feeling like that. It's stupid really, and that's not all of it. I don't understand it all. Some people are afraid of silly little spiders in their garden, and there's no reason for it. I'm scared of losing someone I love so much, and there's no good reason for it. But there's something more."

"Son," said Mr. MacKay, and I realized he was addressing me, "you're still tellin' me about other pretty boys and not why you want to be pretty yourself."

"Yes Sir," I said. I felt so much love for this man who had just called me "Son," I wanted to run up to him and sit on his lap and hug him like a real daddy, but he had been so patient waiting for my answer that I pressed on. "I think wanting to be pretty, for me, has something to do with feeling that way when I see pretty boys. And I mean boys who are pretty, Sir, not boys who wear skirts and makeup." He nodded, letting me know he understood the difference. He was listening very closely to every word I said. I wasn't used to grown-ups doing that, but that's how much he loved his son Annie.

"Sir," I said, "I don't want to hurt anymore when I see pretty boys. I want to be pretty too so I won't need them to be pretty for me."

"That much I can understand, if you hurt when you see a pretty boy," he said, "but Annie, do you hurt when you see a pretty boy?"

"No Daddy," he said. "Trevor and I have talked about this much, and I think this is a way in which he's different from me. If I see a boy I find attractive, I feel happy, hopeful, maybe turned on sexually, and maybe nervous that he won't like me, but that's all there is for me really. For Trevor, there's more. Being with Trevor makes me happy, and only happy. I love him so much, and we are not the same. We play different parts of the same so…" He suddenly sobbed, and I hugged him. "The same song," he said.

I rocked Annie in my arms, kissing his cheek softly. When he kissed me back, I continued with Mr. MacKay. "Sir," I said, "a pretty boy can make people like Annie smile and feel happy. I know most people are like that. If they see someone they think is pretty, or sexy, or whatever, they are mostly happy, but maybe a little nervous. I'm mostly happy too, but I also feel a kind of hurt. I'm not sure why, but Linda and I are talking it over…"

Mr. MacKay grunted and rolled his eyes.

"Peter!

"Daddy!"

"Oh do continue, Trevor," said Darla.

"Well, it's like I said before when you asked why I liked making child porn, Sir," I said. "It makes people happy to watch me having sex in all different kinds of ways. At the studio everyone keeps telling me I'm sexy."

"And you are, sweetheart," said Darla. I could feel my face warming up.

"Thanks Darla," I said. "So if I'm pretty, maybe I will make people happy to be around me."

"Are you saying that you want to be pretty so people will like you, Son?"

There it was again. He called me "Son." If only he knew how that made me feel!

"Well, not really, Sir. I don't want to look pretty because I think people will like me," I said. "I like being pretty because I can make other people feel good. But I also like to be the one who's pretty so I don't need… I can feel like I finally have… I'm sorry, Sir, but I need to think a minute. It's still confusing."

"Take your time, Son," he said gently.

Something was becoming clearer in my mind. Other pretty boys had what I wanted. People wanted to be around them. I needed to be around them. Yeah, that was definitely part of it.

"Sir, I want to have what pretty boys have," I said. "I don't want people to like me because I'm pretty, and I don't want them to adore me or hurt because they see me. I just want to stop feeling that way about them. If I am the pretty one, then I will have what they have. I won't have to feel jealous of anyone. When I look in the mirror, the only one…" I paused for a very emotional moment that came with a sudden realization that Dr. Linda would surely want to hear about. "Excuse me please."

***

"I think you only see prettiness in other boys. You are a very pretty boy, and I like the way you look right now. It means you are bold enough to try things out. It's like Daddy said – you're finding your own way in life. He likes the fact that you're dressed as you are. It says that you are your own person. And if you decide to go back to trousers and no makeup, I'm sorry, but you'll still be pretty to me." Annie was definitely his father's son.

Chapter 69
The Boy with Green Eyes

I left the room very quickly. I knew I was about to have another good, hard cry, and no one there would understand. I would never be able to explain myself.

I couldn't remember the way to Annie's washroom, but I needed a place to be alone. I just ran. I went to the top of the huge staircase in the entrance hall and sat there. The kitchen staff were all downstairs, and nobody from the recital hall had followed me. I think that was out of respect. I cried so hard I was shaking. I had started to say that when I looked in the mirror, the only one I feel jealous of was me. But I realized that I was still feeling jealous. That was where the hurt was coming from. It was nothing but jealousy! I wasn't afraid of losing the other person I was attracted to. I was jealous because I wasn't that other person, with the wonderful life they must be living. I was still me, with my miserable life, still not accepting that my new life was really as good as it looked in the mirror. When I saw that pretty boy in the mirror, I was reminded that this new life was just an illusion, and I was jealous of that very pretty, sexy, and happy young boy who was living the illusion, my dream.

"Are you all right luv?" asked a young woman's voice. She sounded like she was from the North. I was so surprised at the sound of her voice I stopped crying. "I suppose that's a stupid thing to ask a girl who's crying, really."

"I'm… I guess I'm not…" I said. "Pardon, but who are you?"

"I'm Eileen," she said. "I'm the MacKay's first floor housekeeper, and if you're here, that means I'm going to have to keep you! You're such a pretty girl, aren't you. What can be so horrible that such a pretty girl like you has to run upstairs and hide from such lovely people as the MacKays?"

"I'm a boy," I said, not at all upset by her mistake. It actually felt good that someone thought I was pretty enough to be mistaken for a girl. "And being pretty doesn't make a person happy."

"Oh!" she said. "I'm so sorry! You mean like our Annie? A boy who likes to dress up and be pretty?"

"Yeah," I said. "I suppose you could say that. I wanted to see what it was like to be pretty. I've always wished I were pretty like some of the boys and even the girls in my school. I've only been dressing like this for a few days."

"Oh you'll be his Trevor then!" she said. "He's been talking so much about you. If you ask me, that boy is smitten with you. Night and day, it's Trevor this and Trevor that. I don't really know you, but I can tell you have a wonderful heart to have such an effect on our Annie. He's very mature for his age, and he wouldn't give his heart to just anyone."

"I'm smitten too," I said, not even sure what that word meant. "I love him so much, and I want to be with him all the time. When I'm not with him, he's all I can think about."

"Then why aren't you with him now?" she asked. "You look like you could do with the company of someone who loves you."

"I want him to be here really bad," I said, "but I can't talk about this in front of his mum and dad."

"Aw, cheer up, luv," she said. "I'll fetch him, shall I? Don't worry. I'll be discreet." She leaned over and kissed me on the cheek. "Strictly speaking, I'm not allowed to do that, but you seem like such a sweet boy. You wait right here."

"Thanks," I said.

***

Annie's arms felt so warm around me, so loving. I could feel the love of his family in his touch. I felt bad about keeping such an important part of myself from them, but I was scared, and I needed my Annie.

"It's awful feeling this way," I said to him, once I could breathe steadily. "It's stupid, and it hurts, and there's nothing bloody good about it. It's a horrible thing to feel!"

"What are you feeling, sweetie?" he asked me.

"You know, when your dad said that no matter what you do, he would love you, and you had no choice?"

"Yes, and you said something like that to me as well," he said. "That was very sweet of you, and I loved you so much when I heard you say that."

"Well, I meant it," I said. "And I need to know. Annie, I love you, but if I told you something horrible that's inside of me, will you still love me, even if I wasn't pretty? Would you go away?"

"Don't be daft, boy!" he said with a sweet kiss. "I'm pretty enough for the two of us. Of course I won't go away because you share some sort of horrible secret with me. Is that what this is about?"

I nodded slowly and hugged him again. I needed strength. I was ashamed of what I had just learned about myself. I began to cry again. I had always known that jealousy was a bad thing. Even Mum taught me that. Being jealous hurts me, and it was hurting me quite a lot just then. Jealousy makes me do things that hurt other people.

"Annie, I'm jealous," I said. "I'm just jealous of all the pretty boys and sexy boys and even the girls too. I'm jealous that they have this prettiness that makes everyone love them and want to care for them and look after them, and how that makes them so happy! A boy who's delicate and pretty makes me feel like I want to care for him and protect him, so then I wish I could be pretty and delicate like him so someone will want to protect me and love me and think I'm worth something. But see how it works? I look a right berk in these girl things. I thought being pretty would put things right, I guess. So bloody stupid. I look stupid! I'm a bloody pillock trying to look like something I'm not, and I look stupid!"

"Trevor," he said, looking into my eyes, "you might not believe me, but you are pretty. You can't help it. Even without makeup or skirts, your eyes are the prettiest I've ever seen. Your hair is pretty. Your skin is pretty. Even without lipstick, your lips are pretty! I think you've probably always been pretty, whether your mum realized it or not. I think you only see prettiness in other boys. You are a very pretty boy, and I like the way you look right now. It means you are bold enough to try things out. It's like Daddy said – you're finding your own way in life. He likes the fact that you're dressed as you are. It says that you are your own person. And if you decide to go back to trousers and no makeup, I'm sorry, but you'll still be pretty to me."

I shook my head, not letting Annie's words sink in. "Annie, you're so pretty, and look at how much your mum and dad love you and want to understand you! I want that!" I began bawling out loud.

"I'm here dear," he said. "I love you, and I'm not going anywhere. I can see how much this hurts, and we're going to work this out together, ok sweetie?"

I nodded, still unable to talk. I had become a complete crybaby, it seemed. That's all I did, every day. I cried and cried. What would Linda say if she could see me now? She'd tell me I'd have to spend the next month in the dorm room with Yvgenia. She'd say I was too messed up to work. Randy would be upset because he would lose a bunch of money too. He'd have to find a new boy to work for him to make up for the commissions he was losing from my not working.

"Mum and Daddy love you too," he said. "Daddy has never called another boy 'son' before, not anyone but me. He thinks that's a silly thing Londoners do. When he called you that, I was screaming inside with happiness! Daddy meant it when he said you will always be welcome here, and you will always be loved."

"But what if I mess things up with you?" I asked. "He won't be so keen to have me around then. You're his son. My own dad loved me so much he left, and I haven't seen him since. My mum loves me so much she can't stand being around me unless she's drunk. You have parents who adore you, no matter what! And I'm bloody jealous! If I could be half as pretty as you, maybe I could… maybe they would…" I could hear the nonsense in my words.

"Trevor sweetie," he said, "you don't understand my father. You will always be loved here, no matter what. What he said to me is true for you too. He said you would always be loved here. You showed him your true heart. He knows how rare that is for a kid, but I don't think you do. You told him nothing but the truth. You spoke honestly about difficult things, and he can tell when a kid isn't being honest, believe me. All you want is to make people happy and to be loved. That's enough for him. If you do something stupid and we break up, you will still be welcome here, and you will still be loved, by Mum and Daddy both, and by me as well. I will never stop loving you, even if things don't work out. I don't think I could ever stop. But we won't break up because you've done something stupid. We can work out our stupid mistakes. It's who you are that makes me love you so much. Yes, it hurts a lot to imagine losing you," he said with his voice breaking, "so I don't spend time imagining that. That's all. Maybe that's the only difference."

"But I'm even jealous of that pretty boy in the mirror! It's so pathetic! He's got everything and I've got…"

"Me," he said, shutting my mouth with a kiss. "And you've got Mum and Daddy. And you've got Randy, Sebastian, Boris, and Shlomo. You have two boys from Japan who would love nothing more than to clean between your toes with their tongues. You've got no shortage of friends who love you, people who idolize you, and adults who want to act as loving parents to you. And you've certainly got more money than you'll ever need. Well, you will soon enough. Half a million already? Is that true?"

"I dunno," I said. "I don't like talking about money. It makes me crazy. Good things like this don't happen to me, so I'm afraid I'm going to wake up and not even remember I had this wonderful dream. That would mean losing everything, worst of all, you!" I hugged him and continued, "You saw how I went all funny when your mum said that about half a million quid or whatever. I think I could buy Ireland now and have enough left over to buy Northern Ireland as well. I could reunify them on my own!"

"Did you hear the rest of what I said?" he asked. "All the people who love you? Who are willing to serve you? Who are willing to act as parents to you, look after you, and love you like a boy should be loved? You already have all of that, you daft boy! And now you have a lifestyle where you can have all the sex you want with the sexiest and cutest people in the world, including the prettiest boys in the world, and you will make millions doing it! And people are begging to be with you! What's there to be jealous of?"

"I guess nothing, really," I said. "But how do you think that makes me feel? Right bloody stupid! I feel jealous of everybody because I think they have only a small bit of what I've already got! How stupid is that?"

"Linda sometimes talks about bad thinking habits that are hard to break," he said.

"Yeah," I said, "she talked to me about them and all."

"You can afford anything, anyone," he said, "but Linda is the best child porn specialist in the business. That's why she works for Frenetic. Follow her advice, and you'll get through this sooner than you think. Not right away, but soon. You're not the first kid who's come to the studio from a poor home with an alcoholic parent. I'm sure she's helped other kids like you before."

"I love you so much, Annie," I said, "and I trust you because you haven't run away, even knowing how stupid I've been, and how stupid I'm likely to be. I'm learning to trust people now, because I've learned that a lot of what I was taught as a kid was a load of bollocks. I need to learn new things to replace the bollocks I guess."

"Trevor!" he said. "What you were taught as a kid? You're eight years old!"

"Nearly nine!"

"Nearly nine then, but you're still a kid! I'm only nine! We're both little boys! There's a reason they call us littles at the studio. We really are little kids, and that's a wonderful thing, because it means we can still make mistakes and learn new things, and even new ways to think. You should hear Daddy talk about this, and he talks about it all the time. He might call himself a stodgy old fool, but he's the wisest person I've ever known."

"I'm embarrassed, Annie."

"Good!" he said, to my ghastly surprise. "That's another stupid feeling you can deal with right now. Come on. Mum and Daddy are waiting for us. Shlomo too. Eileen told them that no one was to go near you but me. She usually gets her way, our Eileen."

That was discreet? It's a good thing I didn't know what discreet meant when I was eight, nearly nine.

***

"It's difficult to explain, Sir," I said. "I've been stupid about a lot of things, and I'm learning how to be better, but sometimes when I figure something out I can feel really embarrassed about it all. I want to run and hide because I'm sure no one will understand."

Mr. MacKay smiled knowingly as I said this. "Do you think I was any different as a lad?" he asked. "Do you think our dear Annie is any different? It's called childhood, Son! It's the best time for you to make mistakes because you bairns are really quite good at learning from them. If you care to talk about anything in particular, we will listen and try to help you if we can."

"Thanks Sir," I said, "but I'm… I'm…" I looked to Annie for help.

"He's not ready yet, Daddy," he said. "You know how it can be. Our family is so new to him. He grew up in a very different home, and being embarrassed, it's all so much." I leaned over to him and let him cuddle me. Shlomo leaned on my knees and hugged my legs again.

"Son, if you have confided in our Annie," said Mr. MacKay, "that will suffice. He will treat you gently and with love, as will we, when you are ready. If you have shared your deepest thoughts and fears with him, then he knows your true heart better than anyone can. And he'll keep your private things private until the day when he leaves God's good green Earth as well. Have no worries."

"Oh he's such a sweet boy!" said Darla. "Annie, don't you dare let him get away from you!"

What a horrible thought that was! "Oh no Mrs… I mean Darla!" I said. "I could never! Annie is everything to me! But he might get tired of my foolishness one day."

Annie kissed me and asked, "Do you really think I could ever do that, sweetie? Daddy just told you that you're a kid. I told you upstairs how wise Daddy is, but I think you'd worked that out for yourself. I told you that I'm a little kid too. I wonder if you know what that means? Here's something my wise daddy taught me: The things you are so embarrassed about are really the tools a good kid used to learn from his mistakes. If you didn't do those things, you would be a fool or a grown-up, likely both. Please don't try to grow up before it's time, sweetie. I don't want to be with a grown-up. I want to be with you! I want us to grow up together. Like Daddy keeps saying, let it happen in its own time. It's your time to be a kid, with me. How could I leave you just for being a kid like me?"

"You'd better not, sweetie, or you'll have me to answer to!" said Darla, emphatically, but lovingly.

The MacKay's sat in patient silence while Annie and I hugged. When our shoulders were thoroughly soaked, I whispered to him, "What about tonight?"

"Oh! Of course!" he said, suddenly composing himself, a process that required at least three tissues for each of us. "Mum, Daddy, Trevor here has invited me to spend the night in his dorm room tonight. May I?"

"I don't see why not," said Darla, looking to her husband. "He's spent his evening here, so why not spend his night there?"

"If he were another boy, I would forbid it," said Mr. MacKay, "but in your case, Son," he said to me, "again I say that you have shown us your heart, and it is full of love for our Annie. I believe your invitation comes from love, and nothing puerile."

"Oh yes Sir," I said. "I love him, and I want him to share our life after-hours at the studio and in the dorms. I want him to share as much of my life as I can. I love him, Sir." I looked at Annie and said, "and there's an end to it." He giggled and kissed me. I had no idea what "puerile" meant though, but to be honest, I think I did have a bit of that in mind as well.

"Then take our car back to the lot tonight," said Mr. MacKay. "You boys should ride in style. That old wreck from the Frenetic lot you arrived in is no way for you to get around."

"Peter!" said Darla. "It's a perfectly lovely limousine!"

"Boys need room to move about," said Mr. Mackay, "and these boys need elegance. Young Trevor needs to know about the world he's entering, and that will mean luxury. He's already done the other bit. That car they arrived in might be good enough for some, but I want the boys to enjoy themselves, and they should be seen as the priceless gems they are." He added a chuckle and said, "And there's an end to it!"

Annie hugged his father and said, "Thank you Daddy!"

"I'll see to the driver from the studio," said Mr. Mackay, pulling a wallet out of his breast pocket. "Our driver Geoffrey will take you."

***

Soon it was time to leave. Annie and I wanted to get back to the studio lot before all the others had gone to bed. I put Shlomo on his leash as we stood up to leave. "Thank you Master," he squeaked in his tiny but clear voice.

We all hugged and kissed Darla goodbye. Annie hugged his father and kissed him on the cheek. I offered him a handshake, but he wouldn't have it. He pulled me into a deep, relaxing hug. Big men are the best huggers. "Didn't I tell you that you'd always be loved in this house, Son?"

"Yes Sir," I said. I took a risk and kissed him on the cheek, just as Annie did. That seemed to make him smile.

"Never forget that, Son," he said. "I love you, Annie loves you, and I think I can fairly speak for my dear wife in saying she loves you as well."

"Of course I love the boy, you daft Caledonian Pict!" said Darla to her husband. She leaned over and gave me another motherly kiss. "Now you take care of yourself, Trevor dear. That's the best way to love our Annie."

"Yes Ma… I mean, yes Darla," I said.

Shlomo offered Mr. Mackay a handshake, but the great Scot lifted the tiny naked boy into a soft and loving hug as well. "You have made our evening a very joyous one, young Shlomo. You are obviously a godsend to our Trevor, and you are a delight to be around. Enjoy your Shabbat, laddy. May your evening meal be twice as delightful as ours was tonight."

"Yes Sir," said Shlomo with a proud smile, "and thank you Sir."

"We'll see you tomorrow, Annie," said Darla, "and I'm sure we'll be seeing plenty of you as well Trevor, Shlomo!"

"Bye Mum, bye Daddy!" said Annie. "I love you!"

"Goodbye, Mr. and Mrs. MacKay," I said. I hesitated, then said, "I love you too!"

"Shalom!" said Shlomo, "and that's always said with love!"

The MacKays held each other close as we turned toward the waiting car.

"Why did your mum call your dad a daft Californian pig?" I whispered into Annie's ear.

"I'll explain later," he said, giving me a sweet peck on the cheek.

We waved goodbye to the MacKays as we entered the enormous white limousine. I had to think the evening turned out pretty well.

***

It was difficult for me to look at Douglas without being hard. He joined me onstage (actually on the bar), and so did Annie. Here I'm helping Annie show off his sexy ass to the patrons. That wasn't all he showed them either. Shlomo was raising money on the side by selling kisses for fifty quid each. Here you can see my tiny boy had found a very large and eager customer.

Chapter 70
Happy Dance

"I'm still embarrassed," I said. We had just left the MacKay residence, and I was frustrated because I wanted to feel happy about my new place in Annie's wonderful family, but I couldn't get past feeling ashamed of my jealousy.

"Oh stop being so silly, Trevor!" said Annie. "You heard what Daddy said! We all go through mistakes and cruddy thinking, and we've all done things that make us cringe. That tells Mum and Daddy that you're a normal boy who is working out his problems. Remember when I said that means you're not a foolish grown-up? You might not have noticed, but they were deeply touched by how much you shared with them about your feelings about porn and about love, and everything else. No one else I've had over from the studio has been able to answer Daddy's questions before. Not at all. That's why I told you that you didn't have to answer them either.

"Daddy loved that you wanted to talk about it, and that you were trying so hard to understand yourself. Daddy says he doesn't like it when people rush into pleasures blindly. That really impressed him. You're working hard to understand things, and you were willing to tell him all about it. He's always talking about this ancient Greek man named Socrates, who taught people that they must always question the things they believe and why they think they are right about something, and keep questioning them until they find an answer."

"Do you want to go dancing?" I asked him.

"What, now?" he asked, seeming a bit confused.

"Yeah," I said. "I want to shake my sexy stuff in front of people. I want to make sure it makes people happy."

"You make me happy, sweetie," he said before kissing me. "Do you really still wonder if that's true?"

"Maybe I just need cheering up," I said. "Your mum and dad do really seem to love me, and I believe what you say about my mistakes and all, but I still feel bad about a few things, things that have been there my whole life, long before I met you and your family. You and your family make me feel happy, but I need to feel good about something now, so I can forget about this jealousy rot, and only remember how wonderful your mum and dad made me feel tonight."

"Do you have something in mind?" he asked.

"Yeah," I said, "but Shlomo would have to wait in the car. I don't think they want naked pets in there." I thought a little bit about how to make people feel good, and how to feel good myself. "What's your favorite charity?"

"Oh, I don't know," he said. "I try to give to a lot of them. I like Amnesty International, and… Médicins Sans Frontières, the International Red Cross and Red Crescent, organizations like that. The NCCL used to help our industry when Frenetic was new, but since they became Liberty, they've abandoned us. I like what they stand for, and I'd like to support them. Of course you can't go wrong with Oxfam." He looked down at Shlomo, who was kneeling on the floor with his head on my lap, casually sucking my semi-erect cock like a lollipop. "I've also given to the Simon Wiesenthal Center."

Shlomo popped his head up and said, "Mum and Dad say they do very good work to stop hate, and they help Jewish people a lot, Master."

"Ok," I said. "Since Shlomo will have to wait in the car, that will be our charity." I told Geoffrey over the intercom to take us to the pub that was attached to Gold Boys of Chelsea, the chic and sexy clothing store I had visited with Sebastian and Randy earlier that week. "We'll only be inside for a half hour or so," I told him.

"I'm afraid that, dressed like that, you'll need an adult escort, Sir," said Geoffrey. "I will be your escort, but we can't leave your boy alone in the car naked. They'll let him in if he's just wearing a pair of Y-fronts or knickers or something."

"I don't know what you have in mind," Annie said, "but he can have mine." He pulled his pretty pink knickers off and handed them to Shlomo, who thanked him with a kiss (after getting my permission) and put them on (also after getting my permission).

"Then we're settled," said Geoffrey's voice over the intercom. "Gold Boys Chelsea, and I'll stay by the door with your boy."

***

A round of whistles and cheers greeted Annie and me as we entered the pub. "Wait here a moment, would you please?" I asked Annie as we moved in just past the door. I was in luck! The same barman was working whom I had kissed the other night, which made Randy so happy. I walked up to the bar and crawled on top of it as I had done the previous Tuesday, only this time I just kissed him, shook my ass for the room, and whispered a question in his ear. When he said yes, I sucked on his earlobe for a few seconds and went back to the somewhat astonished Annie. "Would you like to join me for a dance on the bar?" I asked him.

"On the bar?" he asked. "What do you have in mind?"

"Making people happy," I said, "and only making them happy. Not for money or anything else. I get lots of money to do naked things and have sex at Frenetic. This time I just want to know what it's like to make people happy, without being paid for it. And I think we can make money for the charity. Are you in?"

"Can I see what you have in mind before I answer?" he said.

"Of course," I said, kissing him. "You should probably stay close to the bar since you're our adult escort," I said to Geoffrey.

"Right you are, Sir," he said. We all went up to the bar, and Annie sat on the only empty barstool because Geoffrey refused and Shlomo said it wasn't proper for a slave to take the only seat. So Geoffrey and Shlomo stood.

I climbed up on top of the bar, faced the patrons, and waited, wiggling my hips enough to make the cobalt blue satin strips on my skirt fly around seductively. The barman rang a bell and called out in a loud voice, "Don't worry, you lot. It's not last orders, but I want to have your attention if I may. Here we have a lovely young lad named Trevor Hawk from the Children's Division of Frenetic Studios, which studio is one of the largest customers of Gold Boys of Chelsea, and therefore one of the largest providers of you punters and my weekly pay packet." There were cheers from the audience, and the barman continued. "Tonight, and only for a short while, young Trevor Hawk here will dance for you in this very revealing costume, but only if you tip him, and tip him generously people. Every penny you give to him will go to charity." Another cheer went up, and the barman asked in a whisper, "What charity was that again, luv?"

"The Simon Weezy-mall center," I said.

"Simon's Wheeze Mall," said the barman. "Who are they then?" he whispered to me.

"They work to stop hate," I said.

"Right then, every penny you tip this beautiful boy will go toward stopping hate. Now that's a good cause, I think. You've got to have a laugh if you're going to stop hate, right? And he says that if you lot tip him more than twenty pounds, you can tuck the notes into his skirt yourself. For a fifty pound tip, you can have a kiss. For an 'undred quid, you can tuck the notes down the front of his skirt, if you know what I mean." I gave the audience a wink, pulling my skirt's waistband forward and down, barely revealing the topmost part of my soft cock, and then letting it snap back, knowing exactly what that meant to them. They had my permission. "And if you lot make it up to a total of two thousand quid, off comes the skirt altogether!" The crowd cheered loudly, and I could see purses and wallets being rifled through.

The barman started some music playing. It was rather loud techno, and the patrons at the crowded pub began to dance along with me. I liked dancing to techno. I never had to think; I just moved. I didn't really like listening to techno, but it made me move. I did my best to make my hips fly around so they could all get quick peeks at what was waiting for them if they gave generously. People were holding bank notes up to me, but I didn't accept any yet. I wanted to dance for them a little bit to get them going. By that time, I think I already knew the answer to my question, but still I had to prove it to myself.

Geoffrey organized the chaotic mob into a queue, and I stepped close to the first person, an excited woman who was about my mum's age, who tucked a fifty pound note into my skirt and said, "I want that skirt!" I gave her a sweet, soft kiss, pretending she was a really nice mum (she looked like one), and told her she couldn't have mine, but they might have it at Gold Boys. I didn't know.

Then a big, muscular, rough-looking man in jeans and a t-shirt held up two 50 pound notes so Geoffrey could see it, put his hand on the back of my right thigh, and took his time tucking them into my skirt. He looked up to me with his eyebrows raised, and I gave him a wink and nodded. He rubbed my cock with the back of his hand, saying, "Blimey you're beautiful. You're a right little doll with that pretty bow in your hair." I got a boner right away, and after about twenty seconds of his rubbing I leaned over and kissed him. He looked a bit dizzy. When he was done, everyone could see my hard cock peeking out between the blue satin strips of my cute, sexy skirt.

The barman used a microphone to say, "Now that's how you do it, you lot! Donate an 'hundred quid, and look at the service you get!"

The twenty pound notes seemed to disappear, and most of what I saw were fifty pound notes, usually in pairs. I began to hand the notes to Geoffrey and asked him to keep a count so I knew when we'd hit two thousand quid. At the rate things were happening, I didn't think it would take very much time at all.

It happened after only ten minutes, but there was still a queue of people waiting. Just then, Annie jumped up on the bar with a devilish grin and a microphone in his hand, and the music was turned down a bit. Evidently he had decided he wanted in. "Who's got five hundred quid?" he asked. "You've already reached the two thousand quid mark, so his skirt's coming off, but who wants to be the one to pull it down? Who's got five hundred quid for the privilege? It's for charity!"

Three men ran up to the bar, one with a young, slender, blond-haired boy in tow, and each waving a fistful of £50 notes. "I see," said Annie. "It seems we've underpriced that privilege! Who's got six hundred?" All three of them added more money to their hands, waving it at me. I gave them a twirl, giving them a glimpse of everything, and I faced the barman so I could shake the satin blue strips away from my ass so the crowd could see. "Eight hundred? Who has eight hundred?" asked Annie.

"One thousand," said the man with the boy.

"I hear one thousand," said Annie. "Who has twelve hundred?"

The men looked at each other, and one yelled, "Twelve hundred!"

"Fifteen hundred!" called the man with the boy. The other two men looked at each other, shrugged, and stepped back in defeat. The remaining man handed a huge roll of bank notes to the boy and said, "Go ahead Douglas. It's all yours."

"Just hand it to Geoffrey there," I told him. As I said that, Annie began dancing seductively. He bent over toward the bar and shook his ass. I lifted his skirt so the politely cheering crowd could see his ass with no knickers. People threw £20 and £50 notes at the bar. When he stood up to blow kisses to the crowd, I snuck behind him and lifted the front of his dress. The crowd roared with excitement, seeing Annie was a boy.

"Ok," said the slender blonde boy, handing the cash to Geoffrey, who then helped Annie down from the bar after handing me the microphone. "I remember you," he said nervously. "You were so nice to me and my brother. Do you remember?"

"Douglas!" I said, suddenly realizing he was the ten-year-old boy Randy, Sebastian, and I had met, along with his nine-year-old brother Stephen, the first time we had shopped together at Gold Boys of Chelsea. We'd posed naked with them for some souvenir pictures, and Sebastian had even tasted his cock. Pictures from that chance meeting had been used in my promo video. "How awesome to see you again! Where's Stephen?" I asked.

"He decided to stay home with Mum," he said. "Wait till he hears what he's missed!"

"You can come up on the bar with me if you like, or you can do it from there," I said. "I think you should join me up here though. You want people to know your face. And your other bits, of course," I said with a wink. I knew it was his dream to get into child porn, and this was a chance to raise his profile a bit. He seemed so nervous though. I wasn't sure he was ready. We'd gotten him naked for pictures in the store though. "Can we have the music back up?" I called to the barman through the microphone. I wanted to dance for the lovely boy. "Of course you can take pictures!" I called to his dad. "That goes for the rest of you lot as well. Take all the pictures and videos you like! Just make sure to post them online and share them with your friends!" I thought the publicity would be a lovely surprise for Randy.

I handed the microphone to the barman and began dancing as he turned the music back up. I waved to Douglas, encouraging him to join me on the bar. He blushed and smiled bashfully, but then climbed up to join me, which made me smile. I'd forgotten how much taller than me he was. I'd also forgotten how long and lovely his body was. He was wearing cute little white shorts, a white belt with a shiny gold buckle, and a white shirt. All that white fabric made his deep tan seem deeper.

Douglas and I danced together for a few minutes. I put my arms around him and kissed him slowly, offering my tongue. He gladly accepted it, and the crowd erupted in cheers again. I reached around my back and pulled his hands down to my ass, pulling aside some of the satin so he could feel my skin. I wanted his cock in my ass very badly just then. I put my hands on the backs of his bare thighs. His legs were long and slender, so I didn't have to bend over or anything. Then I rubbed his belly under his shirt, then lower. I tucked my fingertips in under his belt and asked, "May I?" into his ear. He nodded, so I reached inside and took his cock in my hand, stroking it just enough to get it hard. I pulled one of his hands around to my cock so he could play with it. I was already hard. "Any time you're ready, sweetie," I said. "Fast or slow, now or after another song, whenever you like."

He leaned in for another kiss, which I returned. Then I felt his hands sliding inside the waistband of my skirt, from my hips, round to my ass, then back round to the front. I removed my hand from his shorts and waved both arms in the air with the music. I was in heaven! He squeezed my boner and slowly caressed it, making me gasp. After a few strokes, he got down on one knee, kept his head level with my cock, and slowly, very slowly, pulled my skirt down just a bit, then a bit more, then just past my ass. "You're like me," I told him. "Slow, feel it, don't rush it. My body is all yours right now. Take your time." He did.

It was almost as if I was listening to my voice saying those things, because the rest of my body was trembling at his touch. I knew I wanted to say those things, but all that mattered were his hands on my body. Very slowly, he pushed the skirt down, with his hands above my waistband, caressing my skin the whole way. I lowered my hands and put one behind my back and caressed his cheek with the other so the audience could see his face. (Directors are always telling actors not to block sightlines with body parts.) When my skirt was all the way down, he gave my ass cheeks a good squeeze and kissed my cock playfully. I smiled and giggled at his playfulness. That meant he was less nervous. I kicked my skirt to Geoffrey. When Douglas stood back up, I gave him a hug, then another kiss, and whispered to him that he should ask his dad to inquire about auditioning on camera. He and his brother Stephen were both really sweet and quite cute, and both wanted to work in child porn. I kissed him one last time before he climbed down.

"Oy!" said a customer. "How much to drop his trousers then?" Douglas blushed, and his father said Douglas might come back for that another time. I wanted Douglas to do it, but I knew he still felt a little shy, so I didn't press him. What I really wanted was a good hard fuck from him, right now.

I shouted to the crowd, "You lot had better watch this boy, and his little brother! Their time will come soon!"

I danced for another five minutes or so under some fun flashing lights the barman had switched on. When I was done with that, I lay across the bar, belly down, and Annie invited everyone to come by for a pat or a quick rub if they liked, as my thank-you for being so generous with their tips.

I also had one last snog with the barman. Of course, that meant jumping into his arms again, this time naked. Shlomo and Annie had done fairly good business selling kisses for fifty quid each while I was dancing. In only twenty minutes we had made £7,650 for the Simon Wiesenthal Center, though no one seemed to have any idea which charity we were giving the money to.

Geoffrey handed me my skirt back and said I really needed to keep it on while I wasn't dancing for the crowd. I put it on, but I couldn't keep my hard cock tucked under the satin ribbons. Then I had another idea.

***

"Annie held Douglas' left arm, and I held his right arm while my sweet pet boy slowly lowered Douglas' shorts, letting his hard cock pop out and bounce for the camera. After tossing the white shirt and shorts into the back of the car, Shlomo sucked the boy's cock for a few seconds, but that was all. It was just enough to get a few shots outside the car and in a public place."

Chapter 71
A Happy Dance for Douglas

I sucked the boy's tongue softly. I could tell he was still hard when I'd walked up to him. I rubbed his cock anyway. Then I broke the kiss, leaving my hand on his cock, and said to Douglas' father, "If you say it's ok, we can make an audition film for Douglas right now, and he will get paid £900. We can make a nice sex video with him and me, and Annie and Shlomo as well. And if you like, you can record the video with my cell phone. It's got a really super-nice camera built-in. My agent told me I could use it for videos like that. Then we can give a copy of the video to Mr. Eastman at Frenetic, and that will be his audition for a contract as an actor. What do you think?"

The man looked at his son, his jaw hanging low, then softly asked, "What would you like to do, Son? This sounds like it might be your break. You don't have to do this if you don't want to, though. Only if you feel ready."

Douglas was smiling, his face turning red, and breathing rapidly. He looked from his father to me, smiled even more broadly, trembling with fear, and said in a weak voice, "Yeah, sure I'm ready Dad!"

***

Geoffrey had opened the back door to the limousine. Douglas was leaning with his back against the car. His father was recording everything with my cell phone as Annie pulled the boy's shirt off. He held Douglas' left arm, and I held his right arm while my sweet pet boy slowly lowered Douglas' shorts, letting his hard cock pop out and bounce for the camera. After tossing the white shirt and shorts into the back of the car, Shlomo sucked the boy's cock for a few seconds, but that was all. It was just enough to get a few shots outside the car and in a public place. We were still in front of the main entrance to the pub. We could get away with that much, but Geoffrey said we really needed to be less public before we went any further.

***

Fans of all genres of porn seem to like it even more if it's shot in a public place and in front of ordinary people, either audiences or passersby. We could get away with a lot of that in child porn in the UK because kids having sex was seen as natural, beautiful, even cute, even by people who didn't like child porn. There is a lot of art showing naked boys, old and new, and people love it. Everybody throughout history seems to have loved looking at naked boys, and usually boys have been highly sought after for sex.

But for adults, history has been less kind. Yes, there is a lot of art featuring naked men, and some featuring naked women too, but even the most erotic of that art seemed to tell stories of men competing for the love of a boy. So things were different for adults in the UK. The laws about where they could have sex in public were strictly enforced. Those same laws applied to us kids, but no one ever enforced them unless someone complained, in which case the police usually just told us to take it somewhere more private, and half the time they would ask if they could go with us and watch. We could easily get permits to perform live or film child porn in public places in Britain. (That's how we got that photo on the Albert Bridge on the night of my victory drive.) I learned later those adult films usually couldn't get those permits, but child porn films usually could. I guess that's one of the perks for being cute and little. And pretty.

As the responsible adult for our group, Geoffrey had to keep an eye on such things as the law and how much we could get away with safely. He didn't want to take chances with the MacKay's only son, so he called a halt to our little show in front of the pub.

***

The pub patrons applauded as Annie pulled Douglas' hard cock into the back seat of the limo, with the tall blonde boy following close behind. It was a very nice cock, about as long as mine, but quite a bit thicker. A slender boy with a fat cock is a beautiful sight.

Inside the limo, Annie sat on the right, Douglas sat in the middle, I sat on the left, and Shlomo stayed on the floor on his knees. Douglas' father was still standing outside the car filming Shlomo sucking his son's cock. "How does that feel, Son?"

Douglas looked at the camera and suddenly barked. His body jerked awkwardly. Annie hushed him with a kiss. He was still nervous, and we knew he'd have a few more orgasms before we were finished with him.

The father lowered my cell phone as he climbed around Annie to enter the back of the limo. "I'm sorry," I said, "but I don't even know your name."

"Oh heavens!" he said. "Gerald Percher. I'm Gerald Percher, and you know my son Douglas. Of course you know him!" He looked very nervous and excited, just like his son.

"Pleased to meet you, Mr. Percher," I said.

"Oh nonsense!" he said. "Call me Gerry, please! Gerry! I'm so happy for my son! What do we do next?"

"I think he needs to be the star of the show," I said. "What do you think, Annie?"

"Oh yes!" replied Annie with a smile. He ran his fingernails over the boy's chest as the car pulled out into traffic and said, "He's so bloody sexy it'll be difficult for him not to be the star."

I couldn't remember ever hearing Annie use such language before. "Ok," I said. "Everybody serves him, then everybody fucks him, but he fucks me first, so it's ATM all around. How's that sound?" I just HAD to get that boy's cock inside my ass!

"Ooh! That sounds lovely!" said Annie.

I looked at Douglas and asked for his opinion. "Er, sounds… sounds wonderful!"

***

"Please Gerry," I said, "Record anything. Or record everything. My agent Randy gave me that cell phone, and he says there's enough memory in it to record for hours. The more of Douglas you record, the more material he will have for his audition."

He looked mildly embarrassed, but mostly nervously thrilled. He turned the video recording on again and said, "I'll just leave it running then, shall I? I suppose you have editors who can cut out the bits that don't look right?" I nodded, he smiled, and we turned right.

I leaned over and gave Douglas some suggestions that I thought would make him look good. In truth, it was what I wanted him to do to make him look dom, and would make me look look sub. That was how I felt when I was with him that night. I wanted to give him pleasure, but I wanted him to take pleasure from me as well. Looking back, I don't see how I was so ignorant as to not recognize that simple fact. There was a lot more to my attraction to Douglas, but at that moment, he didn't realize I was already his bitch.

As soon as we were on the motorway, I knelt on the floor with Shlomo. I faced the camera as Douglas pulled my skirt down and removed my vest while seated behind me. Now I was tingling with nerves. I thought I felt the same way the beautiful boy Douglas felt. It was really happening!

Shlomo crawled in front of Annie and removed his shoes and socks. Then he began sucking Annie's toes, one after another. Douglas lay on his back across the seat with his legs on Annie's lap. I turned around to face him, still kneeling on the floor. I looked into Douglas' eyes, trying hard to tell him that I was completely his, at least for the moment. While keeping eye contact, I opened my mouth, let my tongue hang, and slid his cock slowly into the very back of my mouth. I was very happy that his whole cock didn't fit into my mouth, because that meant I could deep-throat him.

Douglas jerked his legs up and gasped. "No one's ever sucked me that deep before," he said, "not even Pushpa!" I put my left hand on his thighs, gently pressing them back onto Annie's lap. I knew he was in for a real treat.

I continued sucking him for about thirty seconds, just to the back of my mouth, waiting until the camera was close in. When the moment was right, I hugged his thighs to hold them down while I abruptly shoved my head down hard on his cock, which easily slid deep into my throat. His thigh muscles rippled as they struggled for freedom that they didn't actually want. He tried to hold his breath to stifle a very high pitched scream, but he wasn't very successful. I pulled back to let him rest for a few seconds. When I felt he was relaxed and no longer going to kick his legs all about, I released his left thigh and lifted it over my head so it was laying across my right shoulder, away from the seat. Then of course I deep-throated him again with no warning. This time I didn't get carried away. I wanted to give him pleasure, but I wanted him to have strength to take his pleasure from me.

"I want your cock in my ass," I said calmly, looking helplessly into his eyes. He looked terrified. My plan for him to dominate me wasn't going perfectly. "Please?"

"Um, yeah, I guess," he said. "I mean, you really want me to fuck you? You're the big star… Aren't you supposed to fuck me?"

"That's not really how it works," I said softly, trying to draw him back into the moment, "but I'll take my turn in your ass too if you like. This is your audition film, so you don't have to do anything, but I think you should throw me down and fuck me hard." He stared at me, his eyes as wide as saucers.

I climbed up on top of him, straddled him with my thighs, and sat right down on his slippery wet cock, balls deep. I know I threw my head back and groaned because that's what's on the video, but I don't remember it. I only remember a massive release of pure pleasure. I leaned forward and put my hands on his shoulders. He realized right away that he could thrust as he wished, as hard, as deep, and as fast, and he did!

"I think you should get on your knees on the floor and lean over the seat," said Douglas. "I'll fuck you from behind."

"Yes Sir," I whimpered, but I don't think he heard me. I was happy that he told me what to do at least.

"Dad, maybe this would look good with you filming from in front of the video screen." I scrambled to the floor and leaned over the seat as he had instructed. I put my hands on my ass cheeks and held them apart for him. "Dad, you should get real close for this," he said. He shoved his cock right up my ass immediately and fucked me furiously.

"Can I make a suggestion, Son?" asked Gerry. "In most videos I've seen, well, most videos I like, the boy or the man shoves his cock in the hole slowly and steadily. I think that always looks nice. Would you like to try that shot?"

"Ok," said Douglas, and he did just that. I let out a loud whimper as he moved farther and farther in. That place behind my cock was shivering with pleasure, and within a few seconds I shrieked to another rare ass-orgasm.

I reached back and tried to guide his hand into my hair. I wanted him to pull my head back. I was his little toy, but he didn't seem to want to have his way with me. He fucked me hard, and he'd even started to take some leadership over the production, but he wasn't going to be a true dom with me. I don't think it was in his nature.

***

It hadn't occurred to me earlier, but I thought he should be fucked by someone with a big cock, and that meant Shlomo. I remembered the disaster that happened when I thought Hiro was ready for a big cock in his ass. "Douglas," I asked, "Have you ever been fucked by a man, or by a boy with a huge cock like Shlomo's? It can hurt a lot if you're not used to it."

I looked to Gerry to make sure whatever Douglas said was honest. "There's that boy at your school," said Gerry, "what's his name… older than you… Asian… nice boy… He's about fourteen? You boys have been playing at sex for a while now, haven't you?"

"That's Satya Ramen," said Douglas. "He's fifteen, but I don't think his cock is as big as this boy's." He pointed at Shlomo's cock.

"Boy!" I said in a commanding voice, "Boner, now!" The tiny pet boy of mine leaned back on the floor, and without touching his cock, we all watched it unfurl and stiffen in about five seconds.

"Satya isn't that big at all," said Douglas, his mouth agape. "But… I mean…" he stammered, looking to his father. Clearly there was something important that Douglas needed to say, but he was uncomfortable.

"Yes, Son?" I think he could tell his son was worried about something. "It's ok, Son. You can tell us. We won't record this." Gerry looked at me, and I nodded. He switched the cell phone video camera off and said, "This is your future we're talking about right now, so I think we should tell them everything they want to know."

Douglas took a deep breath and said, "Satya isn't that big, but his father Pushpa, Pushpa Ramen, is much bigger."

Shlomo's eyes got very big, Annie whispered, "wow," and I gasped because I knew that name. I looked at Gerry, a little worried about his reaction. I also worried about whether this was the Pushpa Ramen that I knew. I thought about all of the Asian people in London, and how many must be named Pushpa Ramen.

Gerry hesitated before saying anything. Then slowly he asked, "Isn't he a teacher at your school?"

"Oh, no," said Douglas. "He's a PE teacher at Preston Primary." It was him!

My mind went immediately on a fantasy flight. I was in PE class, Mr. Pushpa picked me up after I had missed a penalty kick. He was strong and muscular. He kissed me on the head, then on the lips. We were no longer on the football pitch, but in the changing room. He was helping me to undress. I looked into his deep, dark eyes, and then I pulled his shorts down to discover an enormous cock, as big as Pao Pao's. I wanted it! He smiled gently at me and said, "whatever you see is yours, sweet Trevor." I took his cricket bat into my hands and slid it down my throat. "You are such a lovely boy, Trevor," he said as I inhaled his monster, "so sweet and kind."

"Oh, well that's all right then," said Gerry, snapping me abruptly back to reality. I didn't know Mr. Pushpa liked boys! I would have given anything for a kiss from him. "I need to know if any of your teachers want that kind of attention though, all right Son? You can tell me anything."

"Ok, Dad," said Douglas. "Yeah," Douglas said, turning to me with a slightly less nervous and slightly more enthusiastic grin, "I'm fine with big cocks in my ass. I rather like it, once I'm loosened a bit."

"All right," I said, trying to stay focused. "We've already got Shlomo and me sucking you, so Annie will go next. With Annie, I think you should do sixty-nine on the seat so he can suck you while I eat your ass and then fuck you. Then you're sucking Shlomo as deep as you can, but don't hurt yourself. I'm still fucking you while you do that. Then we'll finish with Shlomo fucking you, and you fucking Annie. How does that sound?"

***

And that's how it went. I'd had my ass-orgasm already, but I wasn't worried about getting another boner to fuck Douglas. I had been drooling over his ass, and I was about to get it!

Douglas helped Annie out of his dress, then laid him down on the seat. Annie was nice and hard, ready for action. It occurred to me that this would be the first time I would actually see Annie performing in a scene. I was happy about that because I was about to share the scene with him. We were also sharing a boy for the first time, a very sexy boy that we both really fancied.

Douglas climbed on top of Annie, took Annie's cock into his mouth, and I heard one of the sexiest sounds in the world – the sound of my boyfriend gasping in sexual pleasure. My boner was back.

I only let them have about 30 seconds alone before I became too horny to wait any longer. This was really the part I'd been waiting for. I love a really nice boy ass. I love its shape, the way his soft skin feels, the springy, squishy feel, and the magic found inside. I can make a boy feel good by playing with his ass. I've made many, many boys and men, and even a few girls, cum with just one finger in their ass. Giving that kind of happiness makes me feel incredible. Knowing what somebody wants and being able to give it to them is an unbelievable feeling.

The other magic inside a boy's ass is how it makes my cock feel. I guess that's obvious, but I wanted to make sure you readers knew what I meant about the magic inside a boy's ass, and that it was all nice stuff. At that moment, I was about to experience both kinds of that ass magic.

I sat down on the left side of the seat, leaving one of Douglas' legs behind me and laying the other across my lap. I gasped at the sight of it, knowing what was about to happen. I could feel it without touching it. I wondered how Douglas was feeling at that moment, knowing what I was about to do. I caressed Annie's cheek (the one on her face) for a moment before touching the ass I'd been longing to touch. Annie's head was right next to my hip because he was sucking Douglas' cock, and appearing very committed to doing a good job. He could see everything I was doing, which turned me on more.

I realized that I'd had my hands on Douglas' ass for several seconds! It was a weird feeling to remember I put them there and got such an explosively pleasurable sensation, but so soon I seemed to be neglecting his ass. I rubbed gently and slowly, giving lots of attention to that crease that goes sideways across the bottom, which is my favorite part of a boy's ass. (I have no idea why.) I opened my hands and put one on each ass cheek, with my thumbs toward the middle. After a deep breath, I gently pulled them open to see his sparkling pink hole. I could feel him twitch, and he twitched again when I blew gently on his hole. I watched as his sphincter clenched and retreated inward. I was ready. I wondered if he was. I thought I could sit there motionless until the end of time with my hands on his ass, but I wanted the next step very badly. It was time.

I pushed Douglas' left thigh outward to open up enough room for me to reach my target. I leaned over his small hole, the one that had accommodated Mr. Pushpa's big cock, and I saw Annie wink at me, so I smiled at him before sticking my tongue out as far as I could and plunging it into an incredibly sweet boy ass. His reaction surprised me. He yelped in a very high-pitched voice, tried to close his thighs, and acted like he was trying to fight me off. I got the impression no one had ever licked his ass before. That made me want to keep going and going, feeling each tiny skin cell on his ass, his ass cheeks on my… cheek cheeks, and reaching for his rectum with my tongue.

"Do you need to stop, Son?" asked his dad, whom I had forgotten was there. I looked up from what I was doing to see him pull his mouth off Annie's cock. He tried to say something, but just shook his head and pounced back on Annie's cock in a way that made Annie jump.

I went back to my ass-licking heaven and stayed there for a very long time. I noticed Annie's legs were kicking about, which told me he was close to his boygasm. Shlomo was about to get his blowjob from Douglas, and when he was done, I had to hand over that precious ass to Shlomo. I had to move on to the next position. I licked and dribbled on my finger, and without giving any warning, I slid it into Douglas' sweet little hole. His sphincter clenched hard on my finger because he wasn't expecting it. That send shock waves through his body that Annie felt on his cock, because the instant Douglas reacted to my finger, Annie gasped in ecstasy. I think Douglas had tried to yell, or maybe swallow, but when those things happen unexpectedly and you're close to orgasm, it's an incredible sensation that can cause you to cum with the same surprise as the person who twitched unexpectedly.

That sort of thing is really fun in a suck circle. That's when a bunch of us guys (men or boys) get in a circle and suck the guy to our right. If somebody twitches at just the right moment, the shock can make the next person react. That way it can make it all the way around the circle, and it can hit the person who started it. Then, since everyone has just had that sudden, unexpected rush, we're all primed and excited, so it might even go around again, only on the second time around it can get stronger, because someone's going to cum. (This works best if the circle is all boys. Adults have a way of not jerking and twitching when they feel something unexpected. Younger boys still like surprises, and they want everyone to know.) This is actually an excercise we did in our sex and stagecraft lessons. It was a way to train us to cum together as a group, all at once.

Annie had let Douglas' cock slide out of his mouth, and he was panting with his eyes closed. I left my finger in the sweet, warm hole it was probing and kissed Annie on the forehead. He opened his eyes and smiled at me. Then he leaned back to kiss me with his lips.

***

With my finger staying in Douglas' hole, Annie crawled out from underneath Douglas. Shlomo took Annie's place, only he sat on the right side of the seat, facing Douglas. They would not be doing 69. It would be a straight blowjob for Shlomo while I fucked Douglas. He surprised all of us by how deep he could get Shlomo's enormous cock into his mouth. He didn't gag at all, but he didn't deep-throat him either.

I found that bump inside Douglas' ass that's right behind his cock, and I rubbed it roughly and quickly, which I knew would get a nice reaction from him and distract him from Shlomo's blowjob. He panted and moaned, but he kept Shlomo's cock in his mouth. Then I pulled my finger back out and gave his hole another quick slobber with my tongue for lube. I asked him to point his ass up and to get up on his knees so we would line up with each other. I rubbed my cock head around his slippery hole for half a minute or so, and then I slid it inside slowly. He let out a nice groan, but I knew my thin cock was nothing compared to Mr. Pushpa's big cock. Mine was long enough though. I found the magic spot in his ass, and I pounded on it, slowly at first, and then hard and fast. I was proud that I could do that when I was so young. Most boys have a difficult time even getting their cock heads into another boy's ass before puberty.

I knew I wouldn't get much time to fuck this amazing ass because Shlomo was next in line, and Douglas couldn't suck him off very long without risk of Shlomo having his boygasm before he took his turn fucking Douglas. I had to be a professional about it, so after about three minutes of fucking and sucking, I gave out a loud groan while crunching my eyes shut. I was faking my first orgasm.

***

Annie crawled onto the seat where Shlomo had been and got on all fours so Douglas could fuck him. Annie made that same sound again as Douglas slowly pushed his cock into Annie's hole. Once they developed their rhythm, Shlomo crawled up onto the left side of the seat. He slobbered a bit with his tongue on Douglas' ass before standing behind him and pressing his massive cock inside that incredible ass. Douglas howled as Shlomo did that, and Annie gasped and sighed in reaction to Douglas.

I sat on the floor next to Annie and kissed him after Shlomo had found his rhythm. I wanted Douglas to cum once more, and I wanted Shlomo to cum as well. I wasn't sure about Annie though. I had plans with him that night.

***

"I'm not sure how to do the money thing," I whispered to Annie after we'd finished. It was only about twenty minutes after we'd left the pub, but it felt like it had been a week at least. Douglas had howled out a total of five orgasms while we were filming, which really impressed me. I wanted to cum while I was fucking his ass, with cheeks that felt as soft and creamy as two root beer floats, but again, I had plans that night with Annie. Douglas' body was all I'd wanted since I first recognized him in the pub. Annie was right. I don't know why, but he was bloody, bloody sexy. Annie was my Annie, the boy I loved, and the boy who could make me cum with a smile. But obviously he wasn't the only sexy boy in the world, and he didn't think I was either. We'd both wanted Douglas very badly. We understood each other that way, and it felt natural.

"Well, this is your first independent video production," said Annie, "so you should pay his father directly because Douglas isn't on-contract."

That wasn't exactly what I meant to ask, and it made things sound even more complicated. "I mean, I don't have nine hundred quid in my purse right now."

"Oh!" he said with a smile. "That's not a problem. Geoffrey has a safe up front with plenty of cash. I'll sort it out. He really is an incredibly sexy boy, that Douglas."

"He isn't on-contract," I said. "Do you mean on-contract with me? Because this is my independent video and I'm supposed to pay him?"

"Hmm," said Annie. "That's not what I meant, but it could be that way. Would you like to sign him as an actor who works for you?"

"I can do that?" I asked.

"If you want to do it, and Randy says it's ok, your KCU solicitor will make it all work," he said. "But remember, if Douglas works for you exclusively, he won't make as much as he would working for Frenetic. Also remember that Mr. Percher hasn't signed a release to use this footage in a video so you can sell it. We need to get those forms sorted out with your solicitor. For now, I'll just have Geoffrey give Mr. Percher nine hundred quid from the safe and get a receipt."

I had planned to make my own child porn videos in my studio in the dorm accessory building. I hadn't thought about things like contracts and who was working for whom. I just wanted to make beautiful, sexy porn that would make people happy. But the possibilities seemed endless!

***

Annie and I had resumed our positions on either side of Douglas, taking turns kissing him and stroking his exhausted cock. Gerry sat on a sideways-facing seat in front of me, his trousers around his ankles, being treated to one of Shlomo's finest blowjobs. "Be sure to tell your sweet little brother Stephen what he missed," I said softly into Douglas' ear. "You'll have a film contract of some sort, no problem, and he would too if he were here. I will make an audition video with him myself if he wants, like this one we just did. I've already got a few ideas for his video, if he wants to do one. I want you both to have contracts, and I'll make sure you get them." I licked him behind his ear and down his neck. If he didn't get signed by Frenetic, I'd find a way to sign him myself. Annie seemed to think I'd be allowed to do that. I'd talk to Randy when I saw him next.

"I'm sure he'd do this anytime," said Douglas. "I wouldn't feel right getting a contract if he didn't get one too. He's my brother." An older brother who looks after his little brother. Could this tall, slender, beautiful boy be more perfect?

***

"So did you get your answer?" asked Annie, "about whether you really make people happy, and how that feels?" We had dropped the Perchers off back at the pub, and our conversation had returned to dancing for charity on the bar.

I answered with a long kiss. "I'd look pretty foolish after all that if I said I didn't make people happy! I am very happy, Annie," I said. "I'm so happy you had me round for dinner to meet your mum and dad! And Boy!" I said, turning to Shlomo. "How will you ever know how much your company meant tonight? Mr. MacKay was delighted to meet you, and Mrs. MacKay simply adored you!"

Shlomo blushed, and Annie said, "It's true, Shlomo. We really don't know many Jewish people, and you're a Jew, but you're also such a sweet and sincere boy. Your culture made you more interesting to Daddy, but who you are made Mum and Daddy positively fall in love with you."

"Master, may I kiss Annie?"

Annie picked him up off the floor and kissed him before I had a chance to answer. He held the tiny pet boy on his lap for the rest of the drive home. "I think you'd better bring him along next time you visit," said Annie. "I'll talk to Daddy about kosher haggis. Chef can do anything."

"Trevor luv," said Adrian, "that bow in your hair really suits you." I felt my face flushing, and I bent down to give him a kiss that seemed to interest him more than the hand jobs he was getting from the girls. He put his book down and grabbed my cock through the blue ribbons in my skirt. "Just a taste?"

Chapter 72
Designs

Geoffrey let us out at the entrance to the dormitory and escorted us to the front desk, as Frenetic rules required. He put a small bag Annie had packed and another locked moneybag with the £7,650 cash we had earned for charity on the desk as we checked in. We all kissed Geoffrey and thanked him for a lovely ride, and for an even lovelier time at the pub.

The front desk attendant took the locked moneybag and said, "We'll keep this in the safe here until you, your agent, or your solicitor gives us instructions what to do with it, ok?"

"Thanks," I said, relieved not to have to deal with it. "Shlomo," I said, disconnecting his leash, "you can have the next hour to do as you please." Looking at the clock, I said, "It's 9:45 now. I want you to be upstairs in our room at 10:45."

"Yes Master! Thank you Master!"

As Shlomo walked to the elevator, I led Annie by the hand, both of us once again dressed in our dinner wear, to a settee in the lobby. "I want to give him a super reward, Annie," I said as we sat down. "His blowjob was a reward for getting me through a tough meeting earlier. He was brilliant tonight, and I want to show him my thanks for making me so proud."

Annie kissed me and said, "How can you ever feel bad about yourself when you're always such a sweet boy?"

"Persistence, I guess," I said, touching my forehead to his.

He giggled and said, "I don't know what slaves like. Maybe a gift? Everybody likes gifts that mean something personal."

A woman in a Frenetic serving uniform asked us if she could get us anything to drink or a snack. We both had a glass of root beer. The stuff they had at Frenetic was very good – much better than the stuff they sold at Sainsbury's.

"Maybe something Jewish?" I said. "It would have to be something I learned about, you know, in order to show that I put an effort into it. I've got so much money and all, and he does too, so just getting him something expensive wouldn't mean a whole lot. I would have to be careful. I would need help, but I think that would be a nice idea."

"You could ask Chaplain Lawrence," he said. "He does all sorts of things for all sorts of religions. He has to know all about the religions of the actors who live in residence, so I'm sure he knows all about Jewish traditions and things. I bet he knows Shlomo very well too, because Shlomo's family is very observant. His office is next to the chapel in the clinic. He also has an apartment there. He lives here on the lot, just in case something happens outside regular hours. But you should see him during the day about this."

"I bet the chaplain can also get all this money to the Simon Weezy-mall center place too without anyone knowing where it came from," I said. "I wanted to make people happy and not do it for money, so this money has to go and make someone else happy, and I can't have people telling me I'm all wonderful for doing it."

"I've got an idea!" he said with excitement. "Why don't you send that money secretly, and then make another donation yourself, but send word to Shlomo's parents that he has become a very special person to you, and because of that you are making a donation in his name to the Simon Wiesenthal Center. That way Shlomo will have a surprise when he gets home for the Shabbat, and it will be his parents who tell him about it! He will get to feel happy and special in front of his parents! What do you think?"

Again, I answered with a kiss. "I should give a lot though. I have too much money, and a little donation like this seven thousand quid or whatever won't really mean much to me. This bloody purse almost cost that much!"

"You'd better discuss that with Randy," he said, "or better yet, Markus. Or even better, Chaplain Lawrence."

"Right," I said. "That's that settled then." I gave him a kiss that turned into a lengthy snog. "D'you want to help me work out a plan for my rooms in the AD… B, wait…"

"The DAB? Dormitory accessory building?" he asked.

"Yeah, the DAB," I said with an embarrassed giggle.

***

We walked into room 46, and Yvgenia and Igi were leaning over Adrian's bed, taking turns giving him hand jobs, while he continued reading his book. He was still wearing his Motörhead t-shirt, but his shorts and underpants were on the floor. "Hiya Trev," he said. "Annie! Great to see you luv! You staying here tonight?"

"Yes," said Annie. "Trevor's invited me. I hope no one minds. I've never stayed the night in a dorm room here before."

"What, d'you think someone will mind having another gorgeous boy in the room for the night?" Adrian said, completely ignoring the girls who were stroking his cock. Apparently they were comparing Nigerian and Russian hand job techniques, though I couldn't imagine where Yvgenia would have learned Russian hand job techniques, as she'd moved to the UK at age three.

"You silly boy!" said Yvgenia. "Of course no one will mind!"

"Thanks," said Annie, kissing both girls, and then Adrian. I followed behind and kissed them all as well.

"Be careful where you are putting your thumb," Igi said to Yvgenia. "This technique can be very powerful, and you must be careful."

"Ok," replied the student. "How's this?"

"Where's Shlomo?" I asked. "I thought he'd be here already."

"Haven't seen him Mate," said Adrian. "Thought he'd be with you."

"He was," I said. "I just released him for an hour. I thought he came up here. Oh well. It's his free time."

"Trevor luv," said Adrian, "that bow in your hair really suits you." I felt my face flushing, and I bent down to give him a kiss that seemed to interest him more than the hand jobs he was getting from the girls. He put his book down and grabbed my cock through the blue ribbons in my skirt. "Just a taste?"

I looked to Annie. I felt I needed his permission because we had plans. He put his hands on my cheeks and kissed me softly. Adrian took that as a "yes," and he set about giving me a delightful, relaxing blowjob, which was not his usual style. Normally he was more energetic. It was almost as if he was caressing my cock with his tongue rather than stimulating it.

Adrian and I made a great pair on camera, as I would learn over time. Mr. Koolman, the director of St. Felix Academy, the film he and I had already done together, had told me so already, but everything was so new and overwhelming that I hadn't paid attention. Adrian did a lot more than teach me how to be a good boy porn actor. He knew me better than anyone besides Annie, even when I'd first met him. He'd gotten inside my head in a way that made me ready for that first scene. During sex, Adrian knew just what I wanted to feel, and he could make me feel it. It was as if he could read my mind (or my cock maybe). I didn't want to cum from his blowjob, and he seemed to sense that. He just lovingly caressed my cock with his tongue and his soft lips, allowing me the pleasure and the relaxation I wanted just then. It felt wonderful to kiss Annie and get a soft blowjob like that from Adrian at the same time. Wonderful doesn't describe it, but I can't think of a word that describes it better without getting silly.

"Sweetie," said Annie after a few minutes, "I think we should get to work."

"Ok," I groaned. Adrian had not stopped when Annie spoke, and I didn't want him to. "Just another minute or two?" He giggled and kissed me again.

***

About fifteen minutes later, Annie and I retreated to my closet. I hadn't orgasmed, and Annie had to drag me by the arm to get me away from Adrian. "I'll want some more of that later!" called Adrian, gasping as the girls switched to blowjobs.

There were two chairs next to my makeup table. I moved one chair in place for myself and pushed the other behind Annie and held it as he sat down. "What a gentleman!" he said, giving me a kiss. He was definitely a boy, he was certain of it, but he sure played the girl's part well sometimes.

I took out the sheet of paper Randy had given me that showed the outlines of the two rooms I was renting, and I found a pencil in a well-stocked drawer in the makeup table, which resembled a desk with a large, lighted mirror. Looking up I noticed that my makeup still looked perfect, which surprised me, given all the kissing I'd done since I'd last touched up in the car, just before getting out at the dorm building.

"What I've decided so far is that I want a video studio here," I pointed to the room on the left, "and I want places for you or other guests to stay if you like, for me to work on videos or on homework, a sex playroom, a small snack kitchen and sink, and a toilet with shower. I think the shower should be in the studio room. But I don't know where to put anything but the studio. The ceilings are high enough that I can have rooms on top of each other. Oh, and maybe I should have my own recording studio for doing voiceovers." I thought about that lovely American recording engineer Gary with the beautiful long hair, and I wondered if he would teach me how to work it. I already knew how I would pay him. "That can be part of my work area because I want to learn how to edit stuff."

"Wow," said Annie. "You've certainly got a lot of ideas."

"Yeah," I said, "and I want the walls to be covered with huge pictures of beautiful naked boys who work here, but not you."

Annie looked concerned. "Why not me?" he asked.

"You're special," I said. "I want special pictures of you that I can keep more to myself. I know you have big posters of yourself sucking cock and getting fucked in every shop in Europe that sells child porn, but I want something of you that's not just porn. I want pictures of you."

He hugged me and kissed me, then touched his eye as if nonchalantly wiping away a small tear. "I will schedule a portrait session here for pictures just for you, sweetie. Even Mum and Daddy won't get copies, just you." He kissed me again. Then he lit up like a bonfire and said, "I think I might be able to get you something really nice too! Oh you'll love it so much! But I'll have to ask Mum and Daddy, and it'll take a little time."

"What is it?" I asked.

"Can I keep it a surprise?" he asked. "I'm not sure Mum and Dad will go along with the idea, and I don't want to get your hopes up. Oh but I hope they say yes!"

"Ok," I said, extremely curious now about what it might be.

He kissed me and said, "I love you so much, Trevor! I hope this can work! It will be the perfect housewarming gift!"

***

"So you think the shower and toilet should be in the studio area?" he asked. We had spent about fifteen minutes, evenly divided between snogging and discussing my studio rooms.

"Yeah," I said, "because sometimes, you know, porn scenes get messy, and that's what I want to make here, my own porn. Maybe other stuff, but mostly porn. I like having showers on the set to wash off the cum if we need to re-shoot a scene."

"Well, that sounds like a good idea," he said. "Perhaps you should have the shower open to the studio room, like they are in the main studios, so your actors can just step in and out as needed… and so the rest of us can watch," he said with that devilish grin. "Of course the toilet should be in a private room. They could be on either side of the main door to the studio room, like this." He pointed to the bottom-left corner to indicate the location for the shower, and the bottom right to indicate the toilet.

"Yeah," I said. That seems right.

"Are the cameras going to point toward the wall with the window or the longer wall on the side?" he asked. "You don't want a window behind your actors, I don't think, but that's what backdrops are for. You can have more scenery and set pieces if you shoot toward the side wall. That might just work," he said, "but you'd still want to have the window covered most of the time so you can control the lighting better. Maybe you could just cover them with blacks, and if you like, you could shoot from either direction."

"Blacks?"

"Yes," he said. "Blacks are large pieces of black cloth or curtains used to cover things that you don't want to draw attention to, and sometimes they are made of a heavy fabric to deaden sound in a room. They're dead useful, and in this case, they'd be curtains running from the ceiling to the floor, across the windows. Scenery could be placed in front of them. They could also be pulled open to let the outside light in if you want."

"You're brilliant," I said, kissing him. I could see he had very neat penmanship as he wrote where the blacks were supposed to go. I thought I did pretty well by not misspelling any words. My penmanship has always been horrible, no matter how hard I try.

"No, I've just shot a lot of scenes in a lot of child porn films this year, and when you do that, you get a feel for how things can be laid out," he said. "Fifteen feet is just enough depth for cameras to operate and for lighting, so why not use the full width, as long as it doesn't block the long shots? Of course that will mean more light instruments, smaller LEDs, PAR fifty-four, maybe even thirty-eights, but there will be a lot of mounting space. You could have a main grid on the ceiling and temporary mounts all over the place, even suspended rigging. Wow, you could even have follow-spots with operators on the second level if you do this right. You can do what the bigger studios can't do. You can use lots of little lights up close instead of using only the big lights far away."

"Ok," I said, not knowing what any of that meant, but hoping I would someday. "That's the studio taken care of." I drew squares on either side of the main door to show where the shower and toilet should go. "I don't know how big these need to be, but I'm sure they'll sort it out," I said. "So that leaves the guest bedroom, the play room, my office and sound room, oh, and I want a private screening room too."

"Well, the guest bedroom should be on the same level as the loo," he said. "When you wake up in the middle of the night for a pee, it's nice to have a toilet near. And maybe the guest room should have a window, so how about here," he said, pointing to the back of the room on the right.

***

We carried on like that until we had a full plan for the builders, which was far more than I thought I'd have for them, but I hadn't planned on having so much help from Annie. Upstairs, there would be my office and voice-over recording studio on the near side of the room on the right, which was room 1208, and the play room would be on the far side. In between there would be a hallway leading to a spectators' balcony that stretched from the hallway and then along the front wall, overlooking the video studio in room 1210. On the right, instead of more balcony, there was a control booth and video editing equipment. They always had control booths on the sets, so we thought they must be important. Annie suggested lights and cameras could also be mounted up on the balcony, or we could have friends over to watch. The balcony could be a place for an audience. Downstairs, room 1208 was mostly a large screening room with a wide opening to the studio in room 1210 on the left, and in the back was the guest room, which I liked to think of as Annie's room, though I couldn't imagine him staying there himself when I had a super-comfy bed to share in room 46. Maybe we'd spend the night there if we wanted some privacy. I also wanted the small kitchen with a cupboard for snacks and a mini-fridge to the left of the entrance to 1208, and to the right there would be a sort of stairs or even a stepladder to the upper level.

Annie stood up, faced me, hiked his dress up, and sat down on my lap, straddling me and looking into my eyes. "I love you, Trevor," he said as he began to kiss me slowly. Douglas was sexy, but Annie was beyond sexy. His boner rubbed through his dress against my belly, but he wasn't thrusting it or anything. It was just there. I became aware that I was also hard, but kissing him was far more important than fucking him just then. I didn't understand why, and I didn't need to. I just kissed him.

***

Annie, Hiro, and I were brand new at playing Truth or Dare with the child porn actors who lived in the dorms, but we were sure they took things a step further than most kids did. Here are some of the dares we came up with. Annie dared Adrian to wear my makeup for the night, Hiro dared Shlomo to whistle God Save the Queen while Hiro was squeezing his balls, and I dared Kenji to serve as everyone's slave for the night. I think Kenji was the only one who didn't secretly like his dare. He just wasn't the type. Adrian acted hard on the outside, but we all knew he was a cuddle-muffin on the inside, and sensitive. We knew his show of embarrassment was meant to make the game more fun for the rest of us. Shlomo was just a slave, and he got off by being told to do unfair things, but that wasn't how I treated him. He was my sweet pet boy, and I loved him.

Chapter 73
Truth or Dare

We spent a good time snogging after coming up with what I thought was a brilliant plan. Then we came back out to join the others in the dorm room, still in our dinner dress. We attracted a lot of attention from my roommates. Hiro, Kenji, Yuko, and Shlomo were all back. Adrian was reading his book again while the girls had switched back from blowjobs back to hand jobs. Igi was teaching Yvgenia one of her best and most secret techniques. "Remember as I told you, be very careful with the thumb. That is key to the power of this method," she told her.

Adrian could perform with girls, and he even liked playing with them sometimes, just like I did, but this was more like school to him. He had offered to let them borrow his body so Yvgenia could have lessons, and Adrian politely stayed hard for the girls, but he was more interested in his book. Boy porn professionals can do that sort of thing.

"Master!" said Shlomo as he ran to kneel in front of me and hugged me around my legs. His hair was wet, but he seemed clean, so I wasn't concerned.

"Nice to see you, boy," I said. "I hope you enjoyed your break."

"Yes Master," he said with a smile. "I visited some friends on the third floor. We went for a swim and had fun."

"Good," I said, noticing Kenji and Hiro had quietly stepped up to my side, looking on with their usual smiles, which always seemed genuine, though persistent.

"Hi Trevor!" said Hiro, giving me a kiss when Shlomo had finished his leg-hug. Then he kissed me on the cheek and whispered, "I've done it. I told our agent Mr. Jackson that I was hurt, and he took me to the clinic. I will need exercises to heal properly, and I will have restrictions for a month. I cannot have anal for the camera at all, but if it feels good, and if the boy isn't too big, I can still do it on my own, but not with grown men. Dr. Al Hasheed said I should heal completely. I will have another appointment with him at the Rectum Center next week. He says I might have my restrictions removed sooner. Thank you for your good advice, Trevor." Then, with his eyes glistening, he kissed me sweetly on the lips before bowing to me.

"It's good to see you Trevor," said Kenji, also kissing me. "And thank you for helping my brother to do what was right," he whispered. "I have never been so proud of my brother. He was very brave!" Then, with his eyes also glistening, he also kissed me sweetly on the lips before bowing to me.

Hiro and Kenji kissed Annie as well, but I was too stunned to pay attention. I didn't know what to say to Hiro when he told me he had been hurt during the live show earlier that day. I had tried to imagine what Randy would say, that's all. Now these boys, who already idolized me, seemed to worship me even more. It was almost as bad as money because it didn't feel real. That great and wise boy they talked so much about couldn't have been me.

Yuko called "Hiya Trevor," as she walked into her closet. She was wearing tight, faded bell bottom jeans and a pink silk shirt. Her hair was down, and as pretty as I'd ever seen it.

"Annie's going to be my guest for the night," I said. "We decided that if we're going to be in love, we should do stuff like this."

"Oh how sweet!" said Igi, idly stroking Adrian's cock while a frustrated Yvgenia looked on. "Where did you get that outfit, Trevor? I adore the skirt! It is so cute on you!"

"Yvgenia helped me pick it out at Almost Heaven this morning," I said. "But Annie gave me the ribbon for my hair."

"Do you know if they have that skirt in yellow?" she asked. "Or in white, perhaps?"

"Yes," I said, "They had it in yellow, and in pink, but I'm not sure about white."

"They had it in white too," Yvgenia said to me, "but they didn't have it in your size, so the assistant didn't show it to you."

"Oh I hope they have my size in yellow," said Igi. "There is not much in England to make a girl from Africa feel warm, and bright yellow clothes make me feel warm and cheerful!"

"I bet you're loving this summer," said Adrian. "Bloody global warming. It's hot as hell outside, even at night."

"Oh not to me it is not," said Igi. "How you can go about naked outside on a chilly night like this is beyond my imagination."

"Chilly?" said Adrian. "It's 10:30, and it's got to be eighty degrees out there. Bloody humid and all!"

"It's twenty-six Celsius," said Igi. "That's in the seventies for the rest of you Englanders here. In my village, temperatures like this would worry our farmers. Mothers would find blankets for their children."

"Blimey," said Adrian. "Yvgenia here goes out naked until it's below fifty."

Yvgenia looked at Igi, clearly not wanting to compete for who could withstand the harshest climates. She said, "I wear a coat if I feel cold, or if it's windy, or raining. I don't always wait until it gets that cold. Adrian knows that last fall I didn't bring any clothes with me. I planned to buy them here, but I kept forgetting. I think it was seven or eight Celsius and raining before I ran to Almost Heaven to get something warm. It wasn't because I was trying to be hard or anything. I just get forgetful, and the day before had been quite warm."

"Dear forgetful girl," said Igi. "It is July now, and the temperature will only get cooler until it is winter again. Perhaps now would be a good time to purchase a new coat from Almost Heaven."

Yvgenia wasn't the only one who failed to suppress a giggle. Even Annie let one out. "Almost Heaven doesn't begin stocking winter things until later in August," said Yuko, emerging from her closet wearing only a thong with a dark blue and black flame pattern and no bulge showing in the front. I had no idea where she hid her cock. It was by no means small.

"That looks hot!" said Adrian.

"You'll have to play tonight if you want to take it off of me," she said flirtatiously.

Igi turned to Adrian and said, "My goodness, boy! I felt that one," looking down at his cock, which was still in her hand. "Yvgenia sweetie," she continued, "you should try this again, and remember what I showed you to do with your thumb. If you do as I have shown you, the boy will be helpless, and he will not likely be able to play with anyone tonight. It is a very powerful technique, so be careful." She gave a devlish smile to Adrian and a wink to Yvgenia.

"Ok," she mumbled. Adrian gasped in shock, and Yvgenia said, "Like this?"

"Do not ask me!" said Igi. "Just look at the boy! You must always get your responses from the one you are pleasuring, not from me or from another person. By the look of him, he will not last very long."

"GAHHH!!! LUNCHTIME!" shouted Adrian. Yvgenia stopped immediately, knowing that "lunchtime" was the safe word at Frenetic. That meant that if someone said "lunchtime," everybody had to stop immediately.

Adrian caught his breath and gave a humble grin and a kiss to each of the girls. "You win," he said to them. Yvgenia and Igi triumphantly high-fived each other. Adrian said, "I want to play tonight. We have so many new people in the room. They're bloody sexy, and I want to get to know them. Or at least fuck some of them."

"I think he just wants to get Yuko's knickers down," I said to Annie, making sure everyone could hear me. I winked at Adrian, and he threw a pillow at me. Hiro and Kenji, who had been looking on in silence, suddenly giggled to see the flying pillow.

"Watch it, Bird Boy," he said with a smile. "I saw what she was doing with her thumb. If I catch you tonight, you'll find out how that little trick works, and see how long you can hold out!"

"Ha!" said Igi. "You saw how long it took Yvgenia to learn to do it properly, and she learned more quickly than most girls. I have told you before, it is a very effective technique, but it is more than a simple matter of flicking the thumb. If you are polite to me, I might teach you one day too. I learned it from my grandmother, and she was a very good teacher."

"Your grandmother?" said Adrian incredulously as the room quieted. "That just sounds… I mean, your grandmother taught you how to give a good hand job?"

"Of course," said Igi. "She schooled all of the girls in our village on the ways to please a boy or a man. Girls in my village were traditionally married when they reached the age of twelve, but no longer. Still, the tradition of providing adequate sexual education to girls at age eleven continues in the old way. It is the woman elder's responsibility to see to it that girls know how to please a man. That is sexual education, unlike the nonsense they call sexual education in Europe, where they teach you nothing but the troubles and diseases sex will surely bring, maybe make your cock fall of or whatnot."

"What do you play?" asked Annie, bringing the conversation back to the UK. "I've heard stories about what you get up to in the dorms, but they seemed a bit fantastic."

I described the game we had played the night before to Annie. We had decided who was playing, then with the lights off, we tried to find someone we wanted to have sex with by going to their bed or by going somewhere we thought they might be. The adventurous ones could just stay in their beds and see who showed up. When you find someone in a bed, or when someone finds you in a bed, you get on with it, and nobody leaves until everybody cums.

"That's just the game we played last night," said Yuko. "There are loads more. Sometimes we'll create our own scene by going around in turns, and each person in turn says who does what next, but they must make it as a plot to a story, and no one may break the plot. Sometimes we just do a simple drawing to find out who we will have sex with and what kind of sex. Sometimes we swap with Room 41, the other eight-person mixed room on this floor. We draw names to see which person or which group from that room we'll be having sex with, and some of them like to have it all on camera. It's the surprise that's fun. And we're all Frenetic kids. We all know each other here, so it's all safe and fun."

I could feel my cock pushing its way between the satin strips of my skirt again. That last game sounded a lot like Fresh Meat Friday to me. Hiro and Kenji had another giggle, but Yvgenia looked longingly at my hardening cock. Annie took it in his hand and kissed me sweetly. "I think you like not knowing who your partner will be, Trevor dear."

"Well yeah!" I said. "Imagine meeting someone for the first time. You haven't spoken before. You're complete strangers, and you're thrown in together naked for a shag, with the whole world watching. Then some director tells the other person what to stick into you or what to do with your cock. I mean yeah! I dunno. I feel like I have to trust the other person a lot, and the director as well. That just sounds hot. You know I like to feel like I'm risking something, like maybe he will have a great big cock, and maybe he's not so gentle, or maybe he'll be sweet and incredibly sexy…"

"And maybe he'll be a girl," said Yvgenia.

"Yeah! It's like that," I said, completely missing the mournful tone in her voice. "Maybe I'm all ready for a boy, but I get someone like Yvgenia or Igi? Last night was super when Igi sat down with me – on Yuko's bed! I wasn't expecting a girl, not one with a pussy anyway, so it was a surprise. I like surprises."

"And the things this boy can do with a pussy," Igi said. "Oh my! Oh my my!" Yvgenia showed me a soft smile.

"Welcome to bloody child porn, Bird Boy," said Adrian. I wasn't sure I liked his new nickname for me. "That happens all the time! Your first scene with me was just like that, remember? You had to be all rough with me and knock me about, tell me to suck your cock, but you didn't know me. They just told you to go have your way with that boy over there. You'd never met me. And yeah, it was bloody hot!"

***

"Who fancies a game of Truth or Dare?" asked Adrian?

Hiro and Kenji looked at each other and giggled. Igi and Yuko agreed right away. Yvgenia hesitated before agreeing. I gave Annie a worried look. "Oh that sounds like fun!" he said. "Kids at my old school have no imagination. They think it's daring to tell someone they have to kiss someone or touch their pussy or whatever. I bet Frenetic kids know how to do this properly!"

That wasn't the answer I was expecting from him, but I was happy to hear it. I kissed him and said, "Ok then! You too Shlomo."

"Yes Master."

We gathered around the table in various states of undress. Annie and I were still wearing our evening wear, Adrian was wearing his Motörhead t-shirt and nothing else, Igi was wearing yellow boy shorts and a matching bra, Yvgenia, and Shlomo were naked, Yuko was just wearing her thong, and Hiro and Kenji were still fully clothed in their matching tiny black shorts and white polo shirts with white socks and black shoes. Hiro was also wearing a baseball cap. When everyone was seated, Yuko said, "Guests go first."

"Ok," said Annie, blushing a little at having to go first. "Adrian, truth or dare?"

"Dare!" he said without hesitation, raising his eyebrows a few times.

Annie giggled and whispered in my ear. I handed him the purple lipstick, mascara, and eyeliner from my purse. "Put this makeup on and leave it on for tonight. I'll help you if you need it."

That wasn't the dare Adrian was expecting from him, and he suddenly looked embarrassed at the thought of having to wear makeup the rest of the night. "Our rule is that he only has to follow the dare until the end of the game," said Yuko.

"Come on, Ade," said Annie, giving a nod to Yuko, acknowledging the rule. "This was your idea!" The other kids cheered and laughed at the same time as the most butch boy in the room put on the lipstick, giving the occasional uncomfortable smile in an attempt to show it was no big deal. He sat still while Annie helped him with his eyes, and I remembered Adrian was a talented actor who had played roles on film, such as the scenes he'd already done with me, where he'd been humiliated as part of the role. He didn't seem to mind it then. I wondered. He'd also told me the ribbon in my hair suited me.

"You look really pretty," I said to Adrian.

"Get knotted!" he said to me. I don't think he realized I meant it. I thought he was pretty, though the makeup somehow didn't look right with his Motörhead shirt. "Right Bird Boy. Your turn! Truth or dare?"

Uh oh. I suddenly felt sorry I'd laughed. Truth would be easier. What did I have left to hide that he might ask about? "Truth," I said.

"Right. What is your favorite part of Annie's body, and what would you like to do with it that you haven't done already?"

Gah! I had to talk about Annie? That wasn't fair! Annie was private! "But… isn't that two questions?"

"Come on Trevor," said several voices around the table. "Answer! Truth!"

I looked at Annie, feeling worried. He smiled and joined the chorus of encouragement. "Really, Trevor," he said, "I want to know too!"

"I honestly can't think of a favorite part," I said. "He's so pretty all over."

"Don't give up, sweetie," said Annie, calm among the jeers that my comment had provoked.

"Ok, ok," I said. "His skin! And, uh, I'd love to… I'd love to lick every square inch of it… some time." The woots and cheers told me that seemed to satisfy everyone.

"Even the eyelids?" asked Kenji.

"Yes, of course," I said. "But maybe when he's not wearing a lot of eye makeup."

Kenji put his hands over his eyes and giggled. "All right, Kenji, keep laughing," I said. "Truth or dare?"

He and his brother looked at each other and giggled. Then, with a brave face, broken with brief smiles he couldn't suppress, he said, "Dare!"

This had to be good. We were all in the porn business, so if it was sexual, it had to be clever. I wasn't going to make him do anything with his brother. That would be just wrong. Besides, our safe word would make it ok for him to get out of that. I could make him eat one of his brother's boogers, or drink his pee or something, but that was just being nasty. That's the sort of thing the kids at Preston Primary would do. Then it came to me. "I dare you to be a slave boy! Take off all your clothes, let me write 'Slave Boy' on your chest with my lipstick, and then wear a collar and leash for the rest of the night. You must obey anyone who takes hold of your leash, and you must call them Sir or Madame."

He looked stunned as he undressed without hesitation. His face said, "You can't be serious!" but his body was quick and obedient. He stood still as I wrote on his chest in big letters. I sent Shlomo to get the black collar and leash that Diane had given me so Kenji could use them. I wasn't about to use Shlomo's gear for a silly game. Well, not while I had Diane's silly gear anyway.

"Sorry Trevor," said Yuko, "but the dare can only last as long as the game, same as for Adrian's makeup. You have to let him go when the game is over."

"No!" said Kenji. "I will do as he has dared. I respect Trevor, and I will show you that I am no coward! I will do as he has dared me."

"Ok," said Yuko. "It's your choice. Just remember the safe word is Lunchtime."

"I trust you all," said Kenji. "I think you will treat me gently, but I wish you to command me as you like. I will remember the word."

"That doesn't mean we won't humiliate you… a little," said Adrian with an evil grin.

"I expect so," said Kenji, "and I can't wait to see the variety of ways you will find to do so!" The boy was getting defiant!

"You expect so, Sir!" I snapped at Kenji.

"Sorry, Sir. I expect so, Sir," said Kenji, bowing to Adrian.

"Your turn, Kenji," said Yuko. "Choose someone!"

"Yes Madame," he said. "I choose… Annie!"

A wave of fear rushed through my body. What had I gotten my sweet Annie into?

"Dare!" he said with a sly smile.

"Ok," said Kenji, "I dare you to stick your tongue up each of your boyfriend's nostrils and swallow anything you find, Sir!"

Suddenly I couldn't remember the last time I'd blown my nose! What if he… what if I had a booger in there and he didn't know it? Would he really do it? I looked in terror at Annie. He smiled, kissed me, and probed my left nostril first. The room was screaming with laughter, and I was terrified with embarrassment while wincing at the tickly feeling. I didn't think he found anything, but he swallowed before moving on to my right one. When he finished, he took his tongue from my nostril and kissed me with it. It was just his tongue. I'm not sure, but it might have been a little salty. After our kiss he said, "I love every part of you sweetie."

Annie called on Igi next, who chose truth. "Who do you like to fuck most, black men or white men?"

"But I don't like men at all! I like boys and girls who are close to my age, and you know that!" she howled over the room's laughter.

"We've all done scenes with men," Annie reminded her.

"I will tell you my favorite man, but I cannot say it is because of his color. He is very sweet, and he makes me feel the most wonderful things."

"If you won't say that you prefer black or white, then you must say your three favorite men," said Annie. Yuko nodded.

"Oh my my, this is embarrassing!" said Igi.

"That's the point," Annie said with a roguish smile.

"You won't believe me when I say this," she said, burying her face in her hands, "but my favorite man is your own agent, Randy Christianson." A wave of surprised giggles went around the table. "He is white, but the other two are not. They are King Khan and… " she hesitated. "And Pao Pao."

"Ooh! She likes the big black cocks!" said Adrian.

"That is not so!" said Igi. "Khan and Pao Pao are gentlemen! They are both very sweet!"

"That's true," I said, having enjoyed working with both of them.

"And hung like a pair of African elephants!" said Adrian.

Igi calmly rose from her chair, walked to her bed, and picked up a pillow, which she threw at Adrian before sitting down. "Ok mister smarty guy," she said to him, Truth or dare!"

Adrian continued laughing, but there was an air of nervousness about him. "Dare!" he said. "Let's have it! Have a go if you think you're hard enough!"

"You must go downstairs right now and tell the person at the front desk that you are sad and you have been crying because you miss your mummy!" Igi nodded confidently, knowing she had hit him where it hurts. He would probably enjoy doing strange or gross things, but humiliating himself in front of other people like that?

"That's outside the room!" Adrian complained. "Yuko, she can't do that."

"Have you forgotten, Igi? Our rule is that no one should be required to leave the room to do a dare," said Yuko, "but there is an alternative." It seemed that, because she was the oldest roommate by two years, everyone looked to Yuko as a leader and a game referee. "Igi, I think you should change your dare to require him to call the front desk, using the phone by the door, on speakerphone. That way we can all listen, but we must remain quiet for this to be proper. Is that acceptable to you, Igi?"

"Yes," said Igi. "Adrian, you heard her! I dare you to do it now, and make sure to give the person your name!" She had a growing, vengeful smile on her face as Adrian stood up and trudged to the phone to make his call. There was no anger or resentment in the room, only admiration for Igi's ability to give Adrian such a clever punishment for his comments about the men she liked, and for his willingness to step up and take it. Again I wondered. I wondered if Adrian secretly liked the humiliation?

And so it went. Shlomo had to whistle God Save the Queen while Hiro was squeezing his balls. Before that, Hiro had to write an eight-line love poem and recite it to Yvgenia, which he did in Japanese, and Yuko translated into English so everybody knew what he said. Yvgenia had to tell everyone which of the nurses she wanted to fuck the most, and whether she'd ever told him or her. She was always at the clinic, so it seemed a fitting question. "Oh that sweet, gorgeous Nurse Dan!" she said.

"Oh me too!" I said. "He is the most beautiful nurse ever!" Of course Nurse Blaine was also the most beautiful nurse ever.

"And…" she stammered, "yes, I… I have told him that he could have me anytime." A wave of "Ooh's" went around the table. "But he only likes boys! Bloody gays and your bloody keeping it to yourselves! Share and share alike, right?" She eyed Shlomo hungrily.

Being a heterosexual girl in child porn was not easy. Everybody wanted the boys, and most of the boys only wanted each other. A lot of the men liked girls, and that was a very popular pairing on film, but there were complications, like when the girl was ready to give up her virginity, and to whom, what kinds of contraception were safe (KCU frowned on birth control hormone pills for such young girls), how big the man was (most were far too big to fit into a young girl's pussy), and whether the girl even liked men. Yvgenia just wanted a good, hard fuck usually, and a man couldn't give that to her in her pussy. But that was just the sex, and fortunately for her, Shlomo could see to her needs in that regard. The really difficult part for the young heterosexual girls in child porn has always been that they have crushes, and they fall in love like everybody else. That could make the Frenetic studio lot a very lonely place for girls like Yvgenia.

***

Here's a tip I learned that night, and I've done it with hundreds of partners since then, boys and girls, men and women, it doesn't matter. It always works. Find the top of their hip bone, where it sticks out in the front. Lick all over that, on either side. Press hard with your tongue as you lick. Tickle that bone with your tongue, and you might be amazed at the response you get.

Chapter 74
Annie's Bath

After the game, we all kissed and made sure no one was upset. Yuko was a little worried that Igi and Adrian might have lost their tempers, but they had a long, sloppy kiss after the game. I had seen Adrian's ability to appear upset and humiliated when he was really neither, so I knew he could turn it on and off as he wished. Then they fell into Igi's bed. "Look kids! That's the proper way to kiss and make up," said Yuko.

"I guess they're not playing tonight then," said Yvgenia with a rare giggle.

"Oh we're playing all right," said Igi. "We're playing right here, and you lot know where to find us!"

Annie and I stood up to kiss. He whispered into my ear, "Ever since you said that about licking me all over, I've had a stiffy!"

It seemed I had struck a nerve, and a very nice one! "Anytime, sweetie," I whispered back.

"Right here, right now!" he said aloud. He threw off his black satin dress and sat on the table, wearing only his socks and shoes, which I thought was a cute look – a naked boy with shoes still on. Shlomo picked the dress up immediately.

"Here?" I asked, "on the table?"

"Does anyone mind?" he asked the room, wearing that devilish grin I had come to know.

There were a few "woots" from around the room as Shlomo helped me out of my sexy cobalt blue clothes, everything except the ribbon in my hair because that was a gift from my sweet Annie. We also took off our fancy jewelry, because sometimes things get wild during sex, and we didn't want to lose any of it. Shlomo left to store it all neatly in my closet. I laid Annie back on the table and took him in an embrace, kissing him passionately, in the way porn stars never do on camera.

I saw that Yvgenia had taken Kenji's leash and made him sit next to her in a chair as they watched us. Yuko was in another chair holding Hiro on her lap.

I pulled my mouth away from our kiss and worked my way down his chest, licking circles around his nipples, which I found he really liked. Then I went slowly down his belly until I had almost reached his cock, where I stopped. "Did you think I was going to start here?" I asked, returning a devilish grin.

"Trevor Hawk, you bloody tease!" he said.

I nodded and flicked his boner before beginning with the fingers on his left hand. I sucked each one carefully, making sure not a bit of any finger was dry before going on to the palm of his hand. I pushed his right hand away from his cock and said, "Oh no, no wanking!"

"Oh let him have his fun!" said Yuko. "He's good for at least five orgasms tonight if you have the stamina!" Igi let out a shriek from her bed as Adrian apparently did something she liked.

Five? Did Yuko just say five orgasms? I could do five in a day. In fact I knew I could do several more than that in a day, but in one night of sex? I had never seen Annie work before, aside from our scene with Douglas in the limousine. (Our scene for my promo film wasn't at all like a normal porn scene, so I don't count that. We were making love, not fucking.) It was easy to forget Annie was a porn professional. I held his right hand in place as I licked every surface of his left arm, being careful not to leave a single dry spot. When I reached his armpit, he giggled furiously. "Trevor! That's not fair!" he was barely able to say.

"There," I said. "You can use your left hand if you want to have a good wank." This was cruel, I know, but it was fun! Annie tried to use his left hand to wank, and just when he would find a rhythm, he'd have another giggle fit.

Yvgenia was still holding Kenji's leash, but her other hand was under the table. I paused my licking in the crook of Annie's elbow and said, "Shlomo! Attach your leash to your collar and give it to Yvgenia. Let's see what she can do with two boys tonight."

"Yes Master," he said as he scurried off.

"Ooh, thanks Trevor!" said Yvgenia. When Shlomo knelt next to her and handed her his leash, she slouched in her chair, and Shlomo disappeared under the table. One of Yuko's hands was also under the table, and I noticed Hiro's shirt was off. He was grunting and wiggling. It seemed we had all paired off for the evening, and Yvgenia was being seen to by two boys, one of whom knew very well how to please her, and the other of whom she was quite attracted to. We all thought Kenji was sexy. Hiro looked up to Yuko almost as much as he looked up to me. She was a very successful child porn star from Japan, and her career as a ladyboy would surely continue another decade at least. She had been delighted to have our cute new roommates from Japan because they made her feel a little closer to home.

Mercy came over me after Annie's right armpit giggle fit, and I allowed him to use his freshly wet and clean right hand. He really got into it with intensity as I licked over his neck, and I think he was near orgasm when I started on his face. I don't know if it's possible to be calm and enjoy a good wank while someone is licking your entire face. It sounds erotic at first, but it's really funny once you get into it.

Yvgenia took the boys to her bed. Yuko and Hiro remained. Hiro was fascinated by what we were doing, but he was also having attention problems as Yuko was pleasuring him somehow under the table. He was another really little guy. He wasn't as tiny as Shlomo, but he was smaller than me, and we were all eight (though I was nearly nine). I had no problem seeing Shlomo as a child porn star. The boy was crazy for sex, and he had a cock the size of my leg. But there was something more innocent about Hiro. He seemed so impressionable. Kenji loved sex, and no one doubted that, but Hiro seemed to be learning still. (For that matter, so was I, but I didn't see it that way when I was around Hiro.) Whatever Yuko was doing to him under the table, he seemed to enjoy it very much. He was a cute little boy, and I loved that about him. Everything he did was a new discovery. Most child porn actors eventually get a little blasé to the sense of awe and wonder that we all had when we were new, which I think is sad, and when I think back on those days when I first met Hiro and Kenji, that's what I remember most, the sense of awe and wonder that good sex can inspire.

After licking every part of Annie's face and neck, including his ears, in and behind them, I moved to his chest, lingering again on his nipples. He was wanking faster and breathing deeply. I knew he was about to cum, and I wanted to share it somehow. I didn't want to stop licking his nipples, so I found two places to put my hands where I thought I would feel his orgasm the most. I put one on his face and one on his inner thigh, pulling it away from his other leg. He immediately sucked my middle finger into his mouth and let out a sudden howl. I could feel his thigh muscles twitching and jumping around, pulling his legs together and straining to straighten his knees beyond straight as he had his orgasm.

Without slowing down, I licked up and down the sides of his belly, into his belly button, and all over his abdomen, which was rising and falling, clenching with each breath. I paused to kiss him softly. Then I giggled menacingly as I went back to work on his lower abdomen and hips.

Here's a tip I learned that night, and I've done it with hundreds of partners since then, boys and girls, men and women, it doesn't matter. It always works. Find the top of their hip bone, where it sticks out in the front. Lick all over that, on either side. Press hard with your tongue as you lick. Tickle that bone with your tongue, and you might be amazed at the response you get.

I followed the line from each hip bone down into the groin, licking alongside his cock (another area that drives people crazy, boys and girls both, but not like the hip bone) and above it, but not licking the cock itself. I was saving that. I had him lift his legs so I could get the area between his hole and his cock (call it the taint if you like, which seems to be the American slang term for it, but in our child porn anatomy lessons we learned it was properly called the perineum, or something like that), still another good area to pay attention to for men and boys, especially if they are hard or semi-hard. Press really hard with the tip of your tongue as you tickle right up the middle. This also goes very well with fingering the ass at the same time.

I had him put his legs back down on the table, and I continued licking down the top of his right thigh. (I know why Randy has such an obsession with boys' thighs. They have soft skin, like all kids' parts, but it's extra-smooth, and the muscles underneath are springy and soft, especially on the back. Even when a boy flexes his thigh, it's not at all like when a man flexes his thigh – hard as granite. And the thigh is a large area, smooth and uninterrupted except at the top, where it ends in that crease I love on the bottom of the boy's ass, and at the bottom, where it gently begins curving into the more complex shape of the knee.)

Then I shifted him toward the center of the table, and I crawled around on top of him, as if in the 69 position, rubbing my hard cock in his face. It felt amazing when he took it into his mouth and began sucking on it, but I had to pay attention to what I was doing. When I finished licking the tops of his thighs down to his knees, I had to move lower. Annie could no longer reach my cock with his mouth, and he couldn't reach his own cock with his hand because I was lying on top of it, but he could reach my cock with his hands, and he did.

"You're trying to distract me," I said, "and it's going to make this…" I grunted with pleasure. "It's going to make this take more time. But that's… that's really ok." Then he got his revenge. As I moved lower to lick his shins, he began licking me behind my knees. It was my turn for a giggle fit. "You're not helping!" I snorted out, kicking my legs up and down. Some of these places, you just have to lick them and find out for yourself how well they work, and behind the knees works very well for boys and girls.

I moved lower to reach the tops of his feet. I licked between his toes, which really seemed to turn him on. Shlomo had sucked his toes earlier that evening, and he seemed to like it quite a bit then too. I rubbed my hard cock against his as I sucked each toe into my mouth, big toe to little toe on each foot. He was still hard, and he rubbed back.

I climbed off the table and sat in a chair. I told Annie I needed him to roll over on his front so I could lick everything on his back. I moved him back again so his hips were on the edge of the table. I had to hold his feet still when I licked the soles because it tickled him so much. Yes, I lingered there longer than was strictly necessary, just to see him squirm.

Hiro had his eyes crunched tightly as his body jiggled on Yuko's lap, and he was moaning what sounded like a baby's cry. I would have been concerned, but I knew he was in good hands, or something else, with Yuko. I hoped her cock was thin enough that if she had it inside him, it wasn't hurting him.

Another place I lingered longer than was strictly necessary was the back of each of Annie's knees. Americans like to say that payback is a bitch. I moved on to his thighs. That's another place I lingered, but that was because I love a boy's thighs and ass, I really do. I licked his ass cheeks from this position as well. There's something about that crease along the bottom of a boy's ass that I love, and it goes away when he bends at the hips, so I held the leg I was licking on my shoulder.

Ass cheeks are one thing, but the ass crack and hole are another. Annie put his feet on the floor, still bent over the table, as I began in that same place between his cock and his hole that he'd found so pleasing only a few minutes earlier, only this time he wasn't giggling. He was trying to wank again, but he couldn't reach his cock around the table, so he just thrust his hips into nothing. His balls bounced against my chin as I poked my tongue into his hole as far as it would go. I lingered there because Annie loved it. He wasn't squirming this time.

I licked my finger to get it nice and wet, and as I plunged it into Annie's hole, both he and Hiro let out a squeal. Hiro's hands had both disappeared under the table. Yvgenia was growling softly. Annie began to squirm as I felt around with my finger for that special spot behind his cock. I must have found it because he let out a shrill howl and lifted one leg at a time, swaying back and forth, almost as if trying to run while face down and with his legs spread wide. That was Annie's orgasm number two for the night. Yuko and Hiro went to Yuko's bed for more fun, leaving Annie and me alone to finish up.

I managed to leave my finger in his ass until I had finished licking his back and neck. That left only one spot I hadn't licked yet. He was still hard when he rolled over again, lying with his back on the table. I opened my mouth and gently took his cock and balls inside and caressed them slowly with my tongue. This was no huge stretch for bragging rights. This was the average size cock of a beautiful nine-year-old boy whom I loved. I was hugging and loving this cock, not showing off or anything. I'd remembered the blowjob I'd received from Adrian earlier that evening, when he caressed my cock more than he seemed to stimulate it. I tried to give that same feeling to Annie. I loved him, and I wanted him to feel my love, not jolts or orgasmic energy right after he came. I looked into his eyes as often as I could, and I tickled that special spot inside his ass. "Trevor, I love you!" he said, just seconds before he came for the third time. Yuko wasn't exaggerating. Annie could orgasm every few minutes, it seemed.

Yvgenia screamed as I slowly pulled my finger out of Annie's ass. He sat up on the table, and we kissed for several minutes while Annie caught his breath. "Hang on a second," he said, getting off the table. He went to Yvgenia's bed and spoke with her while Shlomo was pounding her ass with his unnaturally huge cock. Annie returned, holding Kenji by the leash, his "Slave Boy" lipstick graffiti looking rather smeared.

The three of us went to my bed, and Annie said, "It's time for me to have what you had in my dressing room." I lay on my back, and Annie lay across me at an angle so he could kiss me, leaving plenty of room for Kenji to have free access to my cock. Annie began kissing me, something he had no intention of stopping for several minutes. My whole body jerked as I felt Kenji's warm, wet mouth covering my cock. I gasped through my nose, and I understood what Annie wanted. He wanted me to cum while he held me and shared the experience, as I had done in his dressing room when he sat on my lap and Shlomo had given him a blowjob.

Kenji was no expert at giving a blowjob, but that made it seem more sweet and sincere. He was clearly doing his best, and he was very enthusiastic. He and his brother were instructed by their father to treat me specially, as if I were their mentor and even elder, though Kenji was nearly a year older than me. I hadn't cum since Douglas fucked me in the Limo, and licking Annie's body all over in front of an audience had made me ravenously horny. It wouldn't take much for me to explode.

Yvgenia was howling, and this time I also heard Adrian grunting and gasping. Soon I joined the chorus when Kenji also plunged his finger into my ass and massaged that place behind my cock. Annie stopped kissing me and looked me in the eyes with love and curiosity. "I love you," I said to him, keeping eye contact the entire time as I came breathlssly. Annie kissed me wildly as my body began to spasm. I'm not sure if Annie had told him to do so, but Kenji was sucking me through my orgasm, and I heard all kinds of sounds coming from my mouth. I could feel Kenji's arms wrapped solidly around my thighs, trying to hold me in place, and Annie was holding on to my belly as he kissed me, not letting me go anywhere.

Soon Kenji stopped, and I was a little disappointed that he did. Once I had been sucked through my orgasm, I wanted another one. That was ok though. I didn't want to be greedy. I kissed Annie and sat up. I removed Kenji's collar and put it and the leash on my end table. "You're free now, but you can stay here if you like." I hoped he'd decide to stay, and he did, but first I suggested he go to the shower and wash my lipstick from his chest.

I don't really know if all Japanese boys are like this, but as I'd told Mr. Watanabe, Kenji and his brother Hiro had beautiful skin. It was a deep tan, and it was as soft as Annie's. To me that made them very sexy. Hiro almost seemed too young and cute to be sexy, but I lusted after Kenji in the same way I lusted after Douglas, though maybe not quite as much. Douglas had something very special.

While Kenji was away in the shower, Shlomo yipped in his tiny voice as he came in Yvgenia's ass, and Yuko gasped and groaned rather quietly and happily. "You look absolutely beautiful when you cum," said Annie. "You are vulnerable. You let go completely, and you invite me in. You let go of yourself, and you have no defenses. I can see right inside of you. That was a wonderful experience. It's like getting to know the real you, the boy no one will ever see in your videos. The boy you will never see in the mirror."

I knew exactly what he meant, but did he have to say it out loud? I didn't know why, but I felt a little embarrassed. "That's what it was like for me when Shlomo did you in your dressing room," I said. "It's weird hearing you say it though. I mean, you're the really pretty one."

Annie grabbed my face with both hands and gave me a stern look. "Don't ever let me hear you say that again, Trevor Hawkinson," he said, just before kissing me passionately. He had used my full last name. I guessed it was something serious.

When Kenji returned from the shower, Annie and I laid him on his back, and each of us hugged one of his legs as we took turns sucking him off. He had done good service for the evening, and he needed his reward. It took very little time before he was shouting, almost angrily, or so it seemed to me, as he orgasmed. I returned the favor and sucked him through his orgasm. His shouts became squeals as he writhed and squiggled out of control. When we were finished, he lay back and panted, catching his breath.

"It looks like we've all had our fun," said Yuko. "Does anyone still want to play?" To my surprise, Yvgenia, Shlomo, and Hiro raised their hands.

"Do you want to play too?" I asked Kenji. "I know you like girls, and you don't get to play with them much. I think Yvgenia would love three of you boys having your way with her. Or maybe Shlomo and Hiro might want to pair off? You never know," I said with a grin. He returned my grin, kissed Annie and me, and raised his hand.

"Ok, most of you know the rules," she said. "When the lights go out, you can go to the bed of someone you want to play with, or you can stay in your bed and see if anyone comes to you. You might get to someone's bed and find no one there because they have gone to someone else. But if you stay in your bed, it is an expected courtesy that you play with anyone who comes to you. You may not talk until you are all underway. Any questions?" Hearing none, Yuko turned out the light, and there was a shuffle as the three boys and Yvgenia met in the middle of the room. I heard a set of footsteps moving toward Yvgenia's bed, but I also heard footsteps leading back to Hiro's bed a few minutes later. There wasn't much mystery with only four kids playing, and only one of the three boys preferring girls.

Annie and I were naked and alone now. I loved him so much, and I had to kiss him passionately. It wasn't the kind of passionate kiss that says "fuck me now," but one that tried to show him how I felt about him."

"I love you Trevor," he said when our kiss ended. I loved him too, but simply telling him that sounded so feeble.

"I love you too Annie!" I said. "You have done something to my life that feels more incredible than anything! If I lost my career in child porn, but I still got to be with you, I'd be very happy." We fell into another emotional kiss with lots of caressing. We made love there in my bed. We didn't fuck. We made love, long, passionate love, maybe for hours, I don't know. Everything I felt was about him and how he felt. All I wanted to do was to make him feel good. It felt nice for once to be in the dark with no one watching.

We woke up in the same position in which we finished making love. We were spooning, with him in front of me. The rest of what happened that night is a private matter between Annie and me. I'm sorry, but some things are private, even in a boy porn actor's life.

Chapter 75
A Pleasant, Wet Morning

Friday, July 20

We'd stayed up quite late, so we hadn't slept much that night, but we woke up to Shlomo's blowjobs, feeling more rested than ever. It was the first time I'd woken up with someone I was in love with, and it was like waking up with the Divine Angel of Perfect Joy, or Eros himself, though I just made up that angel, and I didn't know who Eros was when I was eight, almost nine. It's difficult to describe that feeling of soft skin, that skin that itself seemed to love me. Then seeing the face that I lived for, smiling at me, with messy hair and honest, perfect beauty, and finally the first kiss of the day to complete the moment, made sweeter by my little Shlomo's sweet little mouth alternating between our cocks.

I was a bit startled when I saw the time was 7:05 AM, because Annie had a scene that morning, and morning scenes had a call time of 7:00 AM.

"Don't worry sweetie," he said with a kiss and a soft gasp. "When we have a morning scene, we need to be on the lot by seven, and in our dressing rooms or on the set by eight. Since I'm checked in here, in your room, I'm already in the system as being on the lot. I'm fine."

"You have a morning scene too, don't you, Boy?" I asked.

Shlomo pulled away from Annie's cock to say, "Yes Master, with a man and a woman, and with Adrian." He went immediately back to his work on Annie's cock.

"What a nice way to… to wake up," Annie said.

"Suck him till he cums, boy," I said to Shlomo. He made eye contact with me and nodded. Annie's back arched as Shlomo increased the intensity of his sucking, "Look at me sweetie, please," I said. He did, and there was almost desperate love in his eyes. We kissed until he came, which felt as if I were also cumming.

"Your turn," said Annie. I ordered Shlomo to get to work on me while Annie held me and kissed me. This had somehow become my favorite way of making love, one at a time, paying full attention to each other's orgasms.

Yuko and Adrian were in the showers, both getting ready for breakfast and their morning shoots. "You'd better get ready too, boy," I said to Shlomo after my morning orgasm.

"Yes Master!" he said with that flirtatious grin that told me there was no place else he'd rather be.

***

Annie and I had just shared a shower, and we were talking about what we would wear for the day. I saw him then for the first time without any makeup or jewelry, and he was as stunning as ever. He looked like an ordinary boy with his hair all wet. Why did he want to be pretty in such a girly way? He was gorgeous when he looked like a boy.

I began to have thoughts about not trying to be pretty myself and going around as a regular boy that day, but I couldn't decide. I had proven to myself that I was pretty, and that I could be pretty in a way that made people want to be with me, but I was no girl, and I had begun to wonder if I'd given the wrong impression to everyone at Frenetic. Should I go butch for the day? I couldn't decide.

The Watanabe boys were already dressed, looking immaculate in their tiny shorts, white button-up shirts, blazers, ties, and black caps. When Yuko emerged from her closet dressed in a very sexy outfit featuring a red, French-cut bikini bottom under a denim skirt that was too short to cover anything, she asked, "Who's ready to go down to breakfast?"

Yvgenia and Igi were still asleep, and after removing his collar, I had given Shlomo permission to go with Adrian early to their set, but I made him promise he would get some food on the way. Annie and I were still naked, undecided about the day's outfits, but we both said, "We're ready!" So did the Watanabe brothers.

"Do you want to wear anything?" asked Yuko. "We'll wait for you." I wondered how Annie would answer this, because he hadn't done his hair, and he had no makeup on.

Annie and I did the exact same thing as Hiro and Kenji at that moment. We looked at each other and giggled! "We're ready," said Annie.

***

We went downstairs to the dining area, and we were rather surprised to see three familiar faces in the lobby: Sebastian, Boris, and Randy. They wanted to see if we were free for breakfast, so they checked in at the desk to join us in the dining hall in the dorm building. Boris was, of course, dressed all in black, and Sebastian was naked except for a few gold chains draped here and there, some accented with pearls.

I kissed all three of them happily. It seemed ages since I'd seen any of them, though it was only half a day ago. I gave Sebastian a quick cock tug, but he gasped and moaned. I guess he wasn't expecting it, and he became hard right away. I can't let go of a boy's cock when he is hard, but there's a rule against sex in the front lobby. "Hawk," said Randy, "let's go eat, or else you can take it outside."

I had just cum, but I adored Sebastian, and I adored his lovely, elegant body. I felt it was wrong to get him all worked up and leave him like that, so I dragged him by the cock to the door, with the others laughing. "Won't be a tick," I called.

The pavement was wet, as it had just rained. (In England, we call it the pavement, but in the US, you call it the sidewalk.) We stepped a few feet away from the door, and I turned him round so his back was against the brick wall of the dorm building. His cock was still in my hand, and I stroked it as I kissed him. He smiled nearly the entire time.

I knew the others were waiting for us, and that they would be too polite to order their breakfast without us, so I got to my knees and went straight to business. I continued stroking his cock, but I only used two fingers so I could fit part of it in my mouth. I don't think it looks good on camera to suck a cock with your hand covering the part that's not in your mouth, but it really does feel good, especially if the boy can only get part of your cock into his mouth.

Then the sky opened up, and the rain fell in a heavy torrent. No matter. I removed my hand from his cock and sucked him in fully, using my hands to rub all over his wet, slippery body. His nipples had hardened, and I could tell he was cold, but he didn't complain at all. I thought it added to the excitement.

As I slid my hands up and down his rain-slick thighs, I stuck a finger from my right hand in his ass, very quickly. He howled briefly, but he didn't cum. Then I slid the same finger from my left hand into his ass. This time he whimpered, and I could feel his cock pulsing in my mouth.

As the rain poured down on us, several people came dashing by quickly to gain shelter from the rain in the dorm lobby. Sebastian and I were in our own world though. I massaged that place behind his cock with both fingers while I sucked, and he threw his head back and came loudly. I kept his cock deep in my mouth and sucked on it, keeping it warm for a few moments. As if on cue, the rain stopped as suddenly as it had begun. I slid my fingers out of his ass and rose to my feet for a kiss. His face was a thing of beauty, especially when it was wet. The small drops of water on his eyelashes looked like jewels. "Thanks for Trevor Boy," he said to me. "Is very good for start day at work have blowjob of special friend, not for camera."

***

The moment we re-entered the dorm building, a young woman and a young man, maybe even teenagers, greeted us with towels and helped us dry ourselves. I found it easiest to stand still with my arms out and my legs spread and allow the young man helping me to just get on with it. Sebastian was a little more concerned than I was because of his gold jewelry, and he didn't like the girl toweling him off.

Once we were dry, Sebastian and I entered the dining hall and spotted the table where the others were waiting, and we joined them. Yuko sat with Hiro on his left, and Kenji sat to Hiro's left. Yuko persuaded them to try a more traditional English breakfast, which we all decided to have as well. This consisted of a boiled egg with a runny yolk (which the KCU dieticians frowned upon for safety reasons, but they permitted it) served in an ornate porcelain egg cup, beans on toast, black pudding, mushrooms, tomatoes, kippers, and tea. Yuko warned Kenji and Hiro off the sausages and bacon, as their digestive systems might not have been ready for such heavy meats. They seemed to enjoy their first proper English breakfast.

"We eat kippers in Japan too," said Kenji. "We use a different fish, but they are cooked and smoked just like these."

Hiro struggled a bit with his egg. He wanted to crack it open on the table, and he was surprised the chef hadn't peeled the egg before serving it. Yuko showed him and Kenji the English way of tapping around the shell and eating the soft, runny egg with a special, small spoon. Hiro was polite about it, but he didn't seem to understand it. He said something in Japanese to his brother while tipping the runny yolk and soft whites out of his spoon, but Yuko responded by saying, "This is the English way of eating eggs. They enjoy them this way. I think you will like them too when you grow accustomed to the differences, but of course no one expects you to eat anything you don't like."

Hiro suddenly looked around the table and put on a polite smile, nodded his head, and said, "Oh yes, I am sure I will like them. Papa says we are to act like well-behaved English boys, and sometimes I need help to remember that. Well behaved English boys eat runny eggs, so I will too."

"You boys had all of your medical assessments yesterday, didn't you?" asked Randy.

"Yes, we did," said Kenji, as he and his brother both nodded. "Dr. Gupta and Dr. Ben said we could work with no restrictions, but Dr. Linda said Hiro and I must see her once each week, and every other week we will see her together." Hiro nodded with his brother. I thought about how I would feel if I had to see a psychologist with stupid Ian sitting next to me, telling her how troubled I was.

"I like Dr. Gupta," said Hiro. "He taught me a lot about my rectum and colon. Papa always tells us how important it is to keep our colon healthy and clean," he said, taking a bite of his black pudding. He seemed reluctant to tell Randy about being hurt during the live show the previous day, so I decided to keep that private as well. His agent, Mr. Jackson, knew about it, and if he wasn't telling Randy, neither would I. Hiro was very embarrassed about the whole business, but he was also very brave to tell his manager and to see Dr. Al Hasheed for treatment. His restrictions were in his record, and that was all anyone needed.

A few pairs of eyes around the table glanced around at each other. "Hiro," said Yuko in a calm, maternal voice, "in England it is considered impolite to discuss such things while people are eating." Hiro looked shocked. He opened his mouth as if to ask a question, but Yuko calmly, kindly, and with a smile said, "I will tell you all about it after we have finished our breakfast, Hiro. It makes me feel good to help you learn about the culture here. It is very different from Japanese culture, isn't it?"

Hiro paused, swallowed his question, and nodded, saying, "Yes, it is different, and I will be very happy to learn more from you. I am sorry if I made anyone uncomfortable." He gave Yuko a nodding bow, which she returned with a smile, a kiss, and a loving hug.

"Silly not talk for this things," said Sebastian. "Do porn, do anal scene, part of job, no?"

"That's true, Sebastian," said Yuko, "but Mr. Watanabe wants his boys to learn English culture while they are here."

"English culture not make for sensible," said Boris. "When farting for table, English say how horrible! What sense for that?"

Sebastian, Annie, and I laughed. We knew how Boris' deadpan humor could sound. "Boris," said Annie, trying not to giggle, "stop trying to confuse them! You don't do that in Russia!"

"Sometimes do in Dudinka," said Sebastian, "but is only for old peoples."

"Maybe we should talk about something else," Randy suggested.

***

After breakfast, we walked through a light rain to the main studio building as a group because Annie, Yuko, Boris, and the Watanabe boys had scenes that morning. For Hiro and Kenji, it was their first child porn film shoot (aside from my promo film), and they were both nervous and excited, which meant a lot of looking at each other and giggling. It was a simple scene. They were playing innocent Japanese immigrant boys who were introduced to life on the rough streets of London. They would be taken advantage of, and they would meet a nice boy who would show them how to get by, nothing too unusual. It would be good for four scenes, and they were off to a start. Adrian was the perfect choice for the streetwise boy who would help them, but his schedule didn't allow him to film his scenes until the next week.

I knew Hiro and Kenji would also be part of Fresh Meat Friday that afternoon, and I was sure they would be more nervous about it than I was, and I was pretty nervous.

I looked down at my cock as we walked in the misty drizzle. It was a light summer shower, and not very cold, but my cock was wet, and my balls had gotten small and shriveled. Of course this wasn't the first time this had happened, but I'd always wondered why it happened when I had wet clothes on, or when I went swimming. I looked down at Annie's cock and saw his balls had done the same thing. His cock had also pulled back into his body a bit so it looked small and pointed almost straight forward. Sebastian's looked just the same as Annie's, even though his was bigger.

Annie and I were holding hands as we walked, and I asked him, "Why do our balls get shriveled like that sometimes? Do you know? Is it because they're wet?"

"It happens when they get cold," he said. "I don't know why. You should ask Dr. Ben, or maybe one of the nurses if you really want to know. Maybe they'll teach you that in child porn anatomy lessons."

Randy snickered. "I'm sorry," he said. "I just remember having the same question as a boy, and I was too embarrassed to ask anyone. I think it's a wonderful thing that you are comfortable enough with your bodies that you can ask such things. In my day, boys tried to hide their shrunken balls, even though it's natural, and there's no reason for it." He put his hand on my shoulder and said, "Your balls pull back into your body when they get cold because they need to stay warm to be healthy," he said. "They usually hang outside your body because they work best when they are cooler than the rest of your body, but when they get too cold, they crawl back inside to warm up."

"Do your balls still do that when you're a grown-up man?" I asked.

"Yes, in fact they do," he said, "and lots of grown men are still embarrassed when it happens. The things we learn when we are young tend to stay with us."

"So if I warm my balls up again, they'll look like they normally do?" I asked.

"They should indeed, but it takes a while after they are warmed up. A hot shower or bath should do the trick if you like. If you have a scene, and your balls are shrunken into your body like this, the director might ask you to take a hot shower with your FSP to help loosen them up. Sometimes your FSP can suck on your balls for a few minutes, and that will be enough to loosen them back up without the hot shower, but it helps if you warm your whole body in the shower. But there are also times when directors want that shriveled-up look for you boys."

I cupped my shriveled scrotum with my left hand to warm my balls. I wanted to see what would happen. Annie cupped his whole cock with his right hand as we walked. That way we could continue holding hands. His cock was normal in size for a nine year-old boy, so it fit easily into his hand. "This will be like a science experiment," he said.

"We should hold each other's balls," I said with a grin.

"My cock wouldn't stay small for long," he said.

When we got to the studio building, we looked at our cocks, and we noticed nothing had really changed.

"Your hands are damp," said Randy, "and it takes some time for them to loosen up again. Your hands are probably too cold to warm your balls too." We had a giggle and went inside.

***

Everyone who had a scene checked in again at the desk so their stage managers knew they were in the building. Hiro, Kenji, and Yuko went to one of their dressing rooms to meet their agent, and the rest of us went to Boris' dressing room. Some of us took towels and dried ourselves off. Annie sat on my lap, as usual, and we took every opportunity to snog. He wasn't very excited about his scene, but he was happy to be working with Boris. I have to say, I thought he and Boris looked very good together a couple days earlier in my dressing room.

Randy asked me about the sketches for my rooms at the DAB, and Annie and I both lit up as we told him what we'd come up with. I had left the sketches in my room, in the drawer on my makeup table, but he said he might have time after a morning meeting to come to the dorm room and join me with the architect and builders while we laid out my rooms and my video studio. I wished Annie could have been there for that meeting, but he needed that stupid ladyboy movie to be done with. Boris loved it, especially because he had the leading role, which meant he fucked or was sucked by every ladyboy in the film, which meant nearly every ladyboy on contract with Frenetic (and he was making a lot of friends among them), but for Annie, the evening couldn't come fast enough. He liked working with other boys and with men. He didn't like what he'd seen of the ladyboy culture.

"Trevor," said Annie, "maybe you should go see if Chaplain Lawrence is available for that chat we talked about?"

"Oh! Brilliant idea!" I said. "I have loads of time before the meeting with the architect."

Randy looked confused. "Hawk, have I missed something about your spiritual needs?"

"Oh no," I said. "I wanted to give something to Shlomo, and I wanted it to be nice and something Jewish, a sort of thank you for making me so happy and proud last night at the MacKay's."

"Oh!" he said. "Yes, Chaplain Lawrence would be a great person to talk to if you want it to be a gift related to his religion. He should be in his office now."

"Randy Man have heard for live scene script or no?" asked Sebastian.

"Nope," said Randy. "Still nothing. That concerns me a bit, I must say. It's unprofessional to have a guest actor and no script just a few hours before the performance. Just stay near Lucas until you understand what's going on, ok?" Lucas was the personal security officer assigned to Sebastian.

"Is fine," said Sebastian, waving away Randy's concern. "Is fun for surprise sometime."

I noticed Annie was staring at the crotch of Boris' black denim shorts, and Boris was smiling back at Annie with his legs wide open. "It's been a long time, Boris," he said.

"Forget already for Monday?" asked Boris.

"You didn't fuck me on Monday," Annie replied. "I sucked you, and you fucked Sebastian. I had to use a bloody dildo."

"Ah, is true," said Boris. "Wanted sweet Annie ass, but script say for poor Boris no. Today script say yes for sweet Annie ass! And for eat ass also! Will be nice, I think."

"You'll have to wait until the afternoon for that," said Annie. "I only do oral in this morning scene, and only with the girls."

"Well, I think it's time to get into costume," said Randy. "Sebastian, your costume will be provided by Starlight in Reading, so you can wear what you like or go as you are."

"Is good for Marvin if wear only gold chain," said Sebastian, giving Randy a wink. Apparently I was not the only boy who had encountered Marvin, one of the helicopter pilots at Frenetic, one who really liked us boys.

Chapter 76
Science and Religion

I walked Annie to his dressing room and gave him a long kiss goodbye, which was accompanied by two erections and a bit of rubbing. As he turned to get into costume, I took my leave and walked down the corridor that led to the clinic building, which was attached to the main studio building. I stayed stiff most of the way, and my balls were still shriveled. I looked at it as I walked, and I wondered why boys would be embarrassed about what their cocks did. I could understand being embarrassed by some of the things I did with my cock, but I didn't tell it to shrivel. I was somewhat proud of my stiffy too, because it announced to everyone that I was just with the sexiest and most beautiful boy anywhere, and he was my boyfriend. No one knew that of course, but I secretly hoped someone would ask.

As I approached the main reception desk for the clinic building, I was suddenly aware that meeting a chaplain while I was naked with a stiffy would feel really, really weird. I wasn't really sure what a chaplain was, but I assumed he was like a vicar or something. I paused in the corridor before entering the lobby, waiting for my erection to drop. I reasoned that being naked would be ok because there were plenty of kids in the Frenetic complex, like Yvgenia, who never wore clothes.

The receptionist gave me directions to get to Chaplain Lawrence's office, but the way was a bit complicated. I got lost. I found myself in a corridor with doors on both sides, most of which were locked. When I found a door that was unlocked, I peeked my head in to ask for directions. What I saw gave me another stiffy immediately.

An older boy with brown hair and a nice tan, whom I recognized as Étienne from my St. Felix Academy shoots, was standing naked, and erect. He had some sort of coiled wire wrapped around the base of his stiff cock and another wrapped around his cock-head. The wires coming out of the coils led to a long cable that was taped to his right thigh and then led to some sort of machine. Standing just inches in front of the boy and facing him, was a grown, naked man, also fully erect, and also wearing coils around his cock and a cable taped to his thigh. I knew this man as Mr. Koolman, the director of St. Felix Academy. They were looking each other in the eye, both smiling gently. A man in a white lab coat who was kneeling on the floor made a few adjustments to the bands on their cocks. Then he sat in a chair at a small desk and said, "Ok, begin recording."

There had been rumors that Étienne and Mr. Koolman were lovers, but what were they doing naked in a lab with scientists? A young woman in a white lab coat clicked a computer mouse and said, "We're rolling." Then she counted the seconds down, "Thirty… twenty…ten…five…begin." The man and the boy leaned into each other and began to kiss very passionately, their hands caressing each other's bodies in every place imaginable, except their cocks. They appeared to be deliberately avoiding contact with each other's cocks. They had their hips turned a bit so their cocks didn't touch each other's bodies. Their tongues seemed to be planted deep inside each other's throats. At one point Mr. Koolman put his hand around Étienne's neck, almost as if he meant to choke him. The man in the lab coat scribbled in his notebook as he observed them closely while the woman watched her computer display. I stayed in the doorway. It seemed no one knew I was there, and I wanted to watch this!

"And… stop," said the woman at the computer after about a minute. The man and boy stopped kissing, flashing looks of mild disappointment to each other for having to stop, and remained in place, smiling dreamily at each other, just inches apart. "Ten seconds… five… and we're out."

The man stood up and said to Étienne and Mr. Koolman, "That was wonderful. We'll reset for the next trial in five minutes." Then he looked in my direction, and his eyebrows moved up his forehead. "Hello there. Can I help you with something? Are you lost?" he asked me.

For some reason, I was once again embarrassed to have a stiffy. "Yes… yes Sir," I said. "I was trying to find the chaplain's office and got lost, but… er…" I decided my boner had already given me away, so I might as well ask. "This looks… I mean, may I ask what you are doing in here?"

"It's called comparative circumferntial cavernosal and spongiosal tensile plethysmography," he said. "We usually call it CCCSTP. Fascinating work, quite fascinating." I chose to take his word for that because I didn't understand a bit of it. "Of course it's not as precise as proper penile plethysmography, but we find it to be far less restricting, allowing for more natural responses. In this study, we are observing a volunteer pair of regular sex partners, or as these two prefer to be called, lovers, who are peripubertal and adult, and we are comparing their physiological responses to each other during multiple stimuli." I think my eyes had started spinning by this point. "Today we are comparing changes in the two types of penile erectile bodies resulting from kissing and gentle caressing in a pubertal boy and the man who is his regular sex partner." He paused, looking at my boner, and said, "You would make a wonderful test subject, if you're interested. We need more prepubertal boys as test subjects. Our prepubertal subjects for these studies need greater erectile length to accommodate the sensors. You can see how long they are," he said, pointing at Etienne's cock. I think he was talking about puberty, and he thought my cock was big enough for him to study. But I hadn't hit puberty yet. "We especially need prepubertal boys who love other prepubertal boys, but we also need pre- and peripubertal boys of all Tanner stages, though of course we have more than enough men signed up to be test subjects. Some of them will use any excuse to be with you cute little fellows." He grinned and rumpled my hair. "In this current study we are observing pairs who are regularly sexually intimate and who report strong feelings of love and attraction to each other. That's not common among prepubertal boys such as yourself."

"I don't know what that means," I said, "any of what you said really, but my boyfriend Annie is nine, and I love him so much I want to cry sometimes. And sometimes I do cry because I love him so much. But we haven't hit puberty yet. He's nine and I'm nearly nine. But there's a man I really love a lot named Randy Christianson, and he's my agent too. And Boris and Sebastian are ten and twelve, and I love them a lot too. Boris is in puberty. His cock is really big. I've only known them for about a week, but we all love sex, and we all love each other a lot."

"Wonderful! Splendid!" he said, taking a ruler from his pocket and holding it near my stiffy. "I'm Dr. Olaf Carlson, and I'm chief of scientific research here at Frenetic. This is Jennifer, a graduate student who is working with me on this project." The woman looked away from her computer screen and waved to me.

I shook hands with Dr. Carlson. "I'm Trevor," I said. Trevor Hawk." The woman once again looked up from her computer and smiled at me.

"Oh the new boy everyone has been so excited about!" he said. "Yes, I think everyone knows your name here. Would you mind if I measured your penis quickly?" he asked. "I will have to touch your penis and pull gently on it to measure you properly. May I have your permission?"

"I don't mind," I said, feeling a lot less nervous. Jennifer came to watch as Dr. Carlson measured me, which made me feel nervous for some reason. I think pretty girls and pretty women have always made me feel nervous. They still do.

Étienne and Mr. Koolman shared a quick kiss while the scientists weren't looking. Dr. Carlson pulled my boner downward so it pointed straight forward, pulled back my foreskin, and measured the length from the base to the tip of my cock head, or glans, as he called it. (We never call it a glans in porn.) He did the same again, only this time he put his ruler sort of under my boner and to the right a bit, pushing the ruler into me.

"You certainly do qualify," he said. "Eleven point eight. That is more than enough for our purposes, much more. How old did you say you were?"

"I'm eight, nearly nine," I said.

"That makes you quite exceptional, Mr. Hawk. I would have guessed thirteen or older if I had judged only by the length of your penis," he said, shaking his head. "It's very rare normally to find truly prepubertal boys with adequate penile length to do this work."

"But I'm not in puberty yet," I said, hoping that wouldn't disappoint him.

He chuckled, and so did Jennifer. "Prepubertal means before puberty. It means you haven't reached puberty yet, and it's boys like you we need the most! We could never do this work without a major child pornography production center. You boys with penises that are long enough to be useful in our studies are easier to find in an industry that selects and recruits boys like you."

"They recruited me because I have a long penis?" I asked.

"Well, I'm sure they had a number of reasons, a handsome boy such as yourself."

"I know I'm a little longer than a lot of other boys my age, but it's not that big is it?" I asked. "I mean, Shlomo has…"

"Oh you know Shlomo Levy!" said Dr. Carlson. "He is extraordinarily rare. In fact, it is very likely that his penis is the largest, certainly the longest on record, of any living eight year-old boy in the world," he said with a smile. "I have published a few papers following his development, and there is much interest in the field. But to your question. My dear boy, there are grown men who will never reach eleven point eight centimeters erect, no matter how aroused they become," he said. "Mine is only one point five centimeters longer than yours, and you still have a lot of growing to do. It wouldn't surprise me if you reached twenty-five to thirty-five centimeters as an adult, possibly more. You will be quite interesting to follow through puberty. Would you mind if I contact your agent to discuss your participation in some of our studies? You said it's Randy Christianson?"

"Do I get to make out with one of them?" I asked quietly, pointing to Étienne and Mr. Koolman.

"We have numerous studies that are ongoing here, and in most of them we ask our subjects to perform alone or to interact with randomly assigned partners, but these two here were recruited as a pair," he said. "We needed a peripubertal boy and a man who are regular sex partners, and that means we could not just pair people together randomly. However, if you have an interest in some of our other interactive studies, I'm sure we can find something suitable. May I contact your agent?"

"Oh, yeah," I said, "yes, of course. Can I stay and watch?"

"I'm sorry, no," he said, and I sighed with mild disappointment. "We must keep this area free from distractions. You said you were looking for the chaplain's office?"

He pointed me in the right direction, and I couldn't help stroking my cock slowly as I walked along the empty corridor. I couldn't explain, not even today, why it was so hot to think of being studied scientifically while I made out with someone.

I saw a sign hanging from the ceiling that said "Chapel" with an arrow pointing to the left. I let go of my cock and hoped it would fall limp soon. I decided that when I left the chaplain's office, I would go back to room 46 and fuck anyone who was there, even if it was the cleaning lady. I needed to cum.

***

"Come in," said the voice behind the door after I knocked. I opened the door and stepped inside an office with bookshelves covering every wall. Many of the shelves displayed statues and symbols that I supposed represented several different religions. "I'm Chaplain Lawrence," said a man in a black shirt with a white collar as he rose from his chair behind his desk and shook my hand.

"Hi," I said. "I'm Trevor Hawk."

"Very nice to meet you, Trevor," he said. "Please, have a seat. How can I help you?"

"Well," I began as I sat down, "I have a Jewish friend, and I want to give him a super-nice gift, but he's already rich. I wanted to give him something that would say something nice about his being Jewish. My boyfriend thought I should donate a bunch of money to a Jewish charity of some sort, and tell them the money was from Shlomo. Then I would ask them tell his parents that a gift was made in his name because he's so awesome or something. We both thought he'd like that because his parents could be the ones to tell him about it, and they would be happy for him, but we don't know what charity to give the money to, or even if it's really the best idea. I guess I wanted your help deciding. My agent Randy says you know all kinds of stuff about Jewish people and charities and stuff."

"I see," he said. "You seem very generous to put so much thought into a gift. I think a charitable donation is a wonderful idea. A boy as wealthy as Shlomo already has just about everything he wants, and his parents, like all good parents, have been trying to teach him the importance of not buying everything he fancies. So I think now is a good time to get him something other than a… a thing of some sort. Giving money to a good cause would be a lesson that I think would please his parents."

"Annie sure is smart," I thought to myself. "Can you tell me what would be the best charity to give money to?" I asked. "It has to be something Jewish."

Well, there are several Jewish charities," he said. "Would you like to help feed the poor, or help bring peace to the world? Maybe help provide medicine or reduce hate? There are Jewish colleges and universities that have scholarship funds, and there are also charities that help Jewish children in this industry. It would help if you had some idea of what you want the money to do."

"What was that last thing you said," I asked, "about helping Jewish kids in this industry? Do you mean the porn industry? Jewish porn kids?"

"Yes," he said. "They help children who are stuck working for the more… dodgy studios, I suppose. Not just Jewish children either, though they are the focus. But they do more than that. They act on behalf of children to raise awareness in the Jewish community and around the world of child sexuality. You kids are sexual beings, and a lot of adults, community leaders, politicians, business owners, a lot of people don't realize what that means. Sometimes a group will try to shut down child porn production by making it illegal, and this charity believe that would limit your own freedom to express yourself sexually."

"That would be awful!" I said, feeling scared that there really were people who wanted to take away my new life. "But this is a Jewish charity?"

"Yes," he said. "It's called the BYLM. That stands for the Hebrew name of the organization. I will try to pronounce it correctly for you." He inhaled, closed his eyes, and said, "Bryt Yldym Lbytvy Myny. It's a mouthful, but in English it's known as the Children's Alliance for Sexual Expression, so some people call it CASE. There is a problem in some Jewish communities, as in many other communities, accepting children's sexuality. Don't get me wrong. I am talking about very good and decent people, but some of them believe it is harmful to encourage children to express their sexuality freely. They believe they are looking out for children by suppressing their sexuality. Bless them, they really do mean well. The BYLM produces television announcements, all types of adverts, sets up offices in several countries for advocacy there, and takes whatever political action they can, from the local level all the way up to the United Nations to advocate on behalf of children."

"I like that one a lot," I said, "but do you think Shlomo will like it? Or his parents?"

"I think so," said Chaplain Lawrence. "The Levys donate to numerous charities, and the BYLM is one that they support very generously."

"Great!" I said. "That sounds like the right one then. How do I… I mean, can I give them money and have them tell Shlomo's parents I donated the money for Shlomo?"

"Certainly," he said. "Most charities have a system for doing that. I would be happy to work with your agent or your solicitor to make that happen. One of them must be involved."

"Oh," I said, suddenly concerned about the next item on my list of things to talk about. "What if I have some money and I want to give it to a charity without anyone knowing who it was from?"

"You should talk to Randy or your solicitor then," he said.

"But what if we don't want even them to know?" I asked.

"We?" he asked. "Maybe you should tell me the details. Then I might be able to help you better."

I told him about our visit to the pub at Gold Boys of Chelsea, and our fundraiser for the Simon Wiesenthal Center. I told him the only reason I did it was to make sure that I was really interested in making people happy, and that meant I had to do it without getting any money or anything. I told him I wanted the money to go to a charity that Shlomo had chosen, and he chose the Simon Wiesenthal center because they try to end hate. But it had to be a secret donation because the only thing I wanted to get out of the dancing naked and kissing people was to make them happy. I couldn't get money or credit for anything, only happiness for the people who were there. "The money is in the safe in the children's dorm," I said.

"Here's what I can do," he said. "I can go with you to the dorm building, and you can get the money from the vault. I will bring the money here and put it in my safe, but I must speak to your agent, as well as Annie and Shlomo's agents. I will tell them only that you three held a fundraiser, and that you want the money to be donated anonymously. I must tell them that much, and then I must have their permission before sending the money on. Oh, I must also tell them the amount you raised."

"Can you make them swear they won't tell anyone ever?"

"I will ask them. I will tell them it's important to you. I cannot make them swear an oath, but if they know how important this is to you, I'm sure they will keep your secret safe."

"Ok, thanks," I said. "By the way, Annie's agent is the same as mine, Randy Christianson." He led me by the hand through the confusing labyrinth of corridors and stairways until we were outside and I had my bearings once again. I turned to my left and saw the helicopter lift off, taking Sebastian to Reading for his live show. A light drizzle had begun to fall, which felt somehow refreshing.

Chapter 77
41

The attendant at the front desk retrieved the locked money pouch from the dormitory safe and called a security official with a key so we could count it again before Chaplain Lawrence left. Then I went upstairs to room 46.

My boner was back again, as hard as ever from thinking about the scientists and them doing experiments on me. I wasn't sure why that was such a turn-on, but it was.

I made my way to room 46, where I lived, wondering who would be there, and hoping they would be interested in some sort of sex with me. Shlomo's morning blowjob seemed so long ago. I needed relief.

I peeked into the room from the doorway, and I saw Yvgenia and Igi sitting naked at a table talking. They both had warm, wet holes that would feel nice, but the more I thought about it, the more I wanted to be with a sexy boy, or a man with a great big cock.

I knew that room 41 was the other eight-person mixed dorm room on the 4^th floor, and I decided to go have a look at who was there. All of the doors to the rooms in the dorm building were kept open during the daytime, and usually at night as well, so by simply walking past, I could have a look. So I did. I walked past the doorway to room 41 as casually as I could with my bouncing boner, and I peeked in as I passed.

The fourth floor was where all the mixed rooms were, both boys and girls in the same room. All the dorm rooms on that floor had the same decor – same carpet, same woodwork, same beds. The only real difference was the boy or girl in each painting over the beds. The third floor had rooms for boys only and for girls only. They had their own decor, and the boys' rooms were done up differently from the girls'. There were very few rooms for girls only because most of the girls in residence at Frenetic wanted to sleep with the boys. Another reason is that there weren't as many girls working for Frenetic as there were boys. The studio hired actors based on what they could sell, and everybody wanted us boys in their porn. Girls had plenty of fans; don't get me wrong, but boys were the real money-makers for Frenetic.

Inside room 41, I noticed a small girl with long brown hair and long bangs wearing a t-shirt and jeans, a much older teenage boy with blond hair and a lot of muscles who was wearing only a pair of underpants, and an astonishingly cute, incredibly sexy, young naked boy with very long and absolutely gorgeous dark hair. They were sitting in chairs at one of the tables in their room, watching television.

I was interested, especially in the boy with the long hair. I paused after I'd passed the door. I turned around, and I could just see his portrait through the door from my vantage point. He was gazing into my eyes with a smile that could stop an ice age. He looked very much alive in that painting, and he seemed to want me, and only me. I didn't know a painting could be so sexy. It made me wonder how my portrait painting session would go later that day, and what the portrait would look like when it was done.

Then I felt a rush of sexual energy that was much greater than I had already been feeling. I had to be with him. I needed that boy. I took a few steps forward to peek inside the room again, and I watched them for a few minutes. The girl was oddly cute, but of course she didn't have a cock for me to play with. The boy with the hair and the teenager with the muscles were both beautiful though. The teenager was tan with smooth skin and wavy, shoulder-length blond hair. I guessed he was about sixteen, maybe even seventeen – nearly a man. The younger boy was… unbelievable – tan from top to bottom, very long, straight, dark brown hair draped over his shoulders and down to his ass. When I saw his hair, I thought my cock would explode. It got so hard it began to hurt.

"Trevor! How are you mate?" The voice had come from behind me, and it was accompanied by a pat on my ass. I turned around and saw Robbie smiling at me, wearing bright red bikini knickers and a very sweet smile. He was twelve, and he had been my first fluff boy during my first scene in child porn. He had also come to Hiro and Kenji's signing party at Cockerel Manor and played with us in the limousine on our way back to the studio. He was a really sweet boy who, like nearly everybody else at Frenetic, had a lot to teach me, and he was very willing to help. "I see you're ready to go," he said, stroking my stiffy. "I came here to play too. This is where the fun's usually at, room 41, and your room as well. Let's go in."

"You… You mean with that lot in there? I… I'd love that," I stammered. Robbie was one of those boys like Shlomo, who had a cock that was almost comically large. (Robbie's cock was a little closer to normal for his age than Shlomo's though.) From what I could tell, the teenage boy in room 41 also had a big cock, and it looked as if it might have been as big as Robbie's, though he looked a lot older and bigger than Robbie. "But I don't know any of them," I said. I hesitated mostly because the boy with the long hair intimidated me somehow. It hurt again to see such a beautiful boy. What if he didn't like me? Why should he like me? The risk scared me. I still wasn't accustomed to being popular and thought of as beautiful or sexy.

"Oh!" said Robbie. "That's never a problem. Tom's expecting me, and there are probably a few others as well. I'll introduce you. Let's go!"

Robbie walked into the room as if he lived there, pulling me behind him by the hand. "Morning all," he said. "This is my mate Trevor. He's new here. Does anyone mind if he joins us?"

"Of course not," said the blonde teenager, who was looking older by the minute, and sexier. His green eyes were incredible.

"Come… in," said the small girl, very slowly, with her eyes wide open.

"Hello," said the boy with the long hair as he stood up to greet me. My cock was still stiff, and it was still sore. I offered the boy a tentative kiss. He giggled and said, "You're new here, right, but you must know how to say hello properly!" He puckered up and kissed me as if I were an old friend. My right leg was shaking. He was so amazing… He felt like Annie. Oh no! I'd felt the same feelings about Annie! This had to be wrong. Wasn't it? I was scared and confused, and he was so hot! "That's better. I'm Ahmed," he said.

"Trev… Trevor," I stammered.

I felt a tap on my shoulder. It was the girl. She was very short and thin, almost as small as Shlomo. She had a cute face. "I'm Jessica," she said, offering me a kiss.

"Trevor," I said after kissing her. "Very good to meet you." She had lovely, sparkling blue eyes that I hadn't been able to see from the door. She seemed to be having difficulty breathing. My leg had stopped shaking.

The teenage boy stepped around the table to greet me. I stared at his flexing, rippling muscles as he moved toward me, and I wondered if I'd ever look like that. A lot of the men at Frenetic had muscles like that. Most of the men who helped with the gangbang scene in my promo video had big muscles. "I'm Tom. Pleased to meet you Trevor," he said, offering me a kiss.

"Pleased to meet you, Tom." I gasped suddenly. Someone had begun sucking my cock.

"Jessica!" said Ahmed. "Can't you wait for the rest of us?" She shook her head no and continued.

"Wow, she's good," I said, somewhat breathlessly, my eyes locked on Ahmed.

"She's bloody fantastic," he said. "She should be too. She's been here over three years."

I groaned, trying to keep the conversation going. I didn't want to cum right away! I wanted to save that for Ahmed! But she was so good, and Ahmed was so beautiful! "Th… three years?" I said. "But she's… Oh wow… I mean, she's younger than… Than I am AHH!"

"Not unless you're eleven, mate," said Robbie. "She's small for her age. That gets her loads of work. She'll find roles as a little until she's sixteen!"

I had to pull out. "Sorry luv," I said. "I don't want to cum yet!"

"Can you only cum once then?" she asked with her eyebrows arched up high.

There was a chorus of "ooh's" from the boys, as if that had been a challenge.

"Of course I can cum more than once!" I said, feeling a bit defensive. "It's just… I'd rather not do it so soon." I offered her a hand up and gave her a kiss. The truth was that I wanted to cum with Ahmed. She seemed nice, and her mouth was amazing, but I wanted Ahmed. I needed Ahmed.

"Your cock is perfect for me," she said. "I can't fit big cocks like Tom's or Robbie's into my pussy. I can take them in my ass, but my poor pussy almost never gets fucked properly. When I do scenes with boys, they are either too short and it doesn't reach all the way inside me…" at this point Ahmed rolled his eyes, "…or they're too big and they just won't fit. I want your cock inside me! Can I please?" Everything she was telling me sounded like the things Yvgenia complained about every day.

I looked at Ahmed, trying to show him how I was lusting after him, and then to Robbie, trying to plead for help with my eyes. "Let's just have some fun and decide what goes where as we go along, like we always do," he said.

I wanted to be nice to Jessica. She seemed really sweet, and I didn't want to hurt her feelings. I moved behind her and reached around her waist, lifting her t-shirt up and off. "You're really cute," I said, "but I'd like to play with everybody, ok?"

She turned around, kissed me, and said, "Ok." I think I had struck the right tone. Sex for me was something for everyone to play and enjoy. I really wanted her to be happy, but I also had such strong feelings for Ahmed. I felt confused, but I decided I could sort that out later.

Tom and Robbie had gone to Tom's bed, where Tom was hungrily sucking on Robbie's giant cock as Robbie lay across the bed. His skimpy red bikini was only pulled down in front, just enough so his balls could hang out. I held Jessica and Ahmed's hands as we walked to Tom's bed to join them. Ahmed, who was already naked, lay prone on the bed, kissing Robbie. I lifted the tiny girl onto the bed and pulled off her trousers and knickers, rather abruptly. She lay back on the bed and worked her head under Ahmed's pelvis and began sucking his cock, which I'd wanted so badly to do. I'd been too slow.

I walked around the bed, needing access to some part of Ahmed's body, and decided to dive in and eat his beautiful, soft ass. I stroked and caressed all of my favorite ass parts, then pulled his ass cheeks apart and went to work. I heard a lovely high-pitched gasp as I started. Soon Ahmed turned his attention to Jessica's pussy and did 69 with her while I continued to enjoy heaven in his ass. I gently stroked his hair down his back as I probed as deep as I could with my tongue. What I really wanted was to look into his eyes and kiss him. That was wrong though! I loved Annie! But I had to get to Ahmed's face somehow.

I left his sweet, soft ass and walked to the other side of the bed. I would give Jessica what she wanted. I moved my cock in toward her pussy, and Ahmed began to suck it! I made a sound that I'd never made before. I was aiming for a girl's pussy but wound up in the mouth of a boy sex god!

Ahmed alternated between Jessica and me. Then when he was going back to Jessica's pussy, I put my hands on his cheeks and held him back. I slid my cock into her pussy, which was a surprisingly tight hole for a porn actress. She screamed as I coaxed Ahmed's face up to mine. I kissed him nervously, then passionately, letting our two tongues dance together, and caressing his soft skin wherever I could reach it. (Oh what an ass! I can still feel it today.) I just had to remember to keep pounding Jessica's pussy, and all was well.

This felt like discovering a new kind of bliss. Ahmed's lips were delicate in a way that's difficult to describe. They didn't seem to have a beginning or an end. I couldn't tell when I was touching them until I was really kissing hard or constantly sliding my lips against his. It seemed his lips were so soft I didn't always know what was his and what was mine. They were also surprisingly red.

Jessica screamed again and flailed about below us, but I hardly noticed. Was I cruel? She was so desperate for me, and I was so desperate for Ahmed. I felt like I was cheating on Annie, which is stupid because we both fuck whomever we like. I think that's sort of hot. "You're incredibly beautiful, Ahmed" I whispered into his ear. "I want you!"

"You wouldn't like me, mate," he whispered back to me. I gave him my confused look, and he whispered, "Just take what you fancy for now and enjoy yourself!" He resumed kissing me. I had what I fancied, but not for long. He ended our kissing, pulled his cock from Jessica's mouth, and began to kiss her, or at least he tried to. It's hard to kiss someone who's screaming like they're being burned to death. He lay his body across hers and said, "D'you mind if I have a go?"

I pulled out of Jessica's pussy and said, "Not at all." I really didn't mind. Her pussy was the nicest one I'd fucked so far though. It was a snug fit for my cock, even tighter than Hannah's virgin pussy, which I'd fucked for my promo video shoot. And as Jessica was going crazy, so was the inside of her pussy. There was all sorts of twitching and vibrating going on in there.

Ahmed slid his cock into her pussy. I could see what she meant about boys' cocks being too big or too short. I almost felt bad that my cock was as long as it was. Ahmed fucked her pussy hard and as deep as he could, stopping to put it back in every so often, and she moaned and seemed to like it, but she was no longer screaming and out of control.

I decided it was time for Ahmed to be Lucky Pierre. (I'd learned that Lucky Pierre is a boy who gets his ass fucked while he's fucking a girl.) While my cock was still slimy from Jessica's pussy juice, I poked it into Ahmed's ass and felt around for his hole. He pulled his right ass cheek to the side to help me navigate. He wanted it! The feel of his soft ass against my cock was almost enough to make me cum without having to stick it inside. He moaned heavily as I slowly pressed it into his hole.

I couldn't help myself. I came within about thirty seconds. I tugged on Ahmed's hair like the reins of a horse as I wailed out loud. When I was done, I lay across Ahmed's back, but soon it became obvious that he was having to lift me every time he wanted to take a thrust into Jessica, so I slowly got off of him and looked at what the bigger kids were doing.

They were doing 69, with Robbie on the top. Looking up close like this, I could tell that Tom's cock really was bigger than Robbie's. I grinned at Robbie and asked, "Mind if I have a go?"

Robbie smiled at me and pushed the large cock toward me. Now he could pay attention to the great blowjob Tom seemed to be giving him without the distraction of having to service Tom's cock. (That's always the challenge when you do 69, at least when you're a kid and new at it.) I knelt on the floor with Tom's legs on either side of me. I took his cock into my mouth and inhaled it. It wasn't quite as thick as Pao Pao's cock, which meant I was good to go.

I moved up and down, in and out, faster and faster, and I could feel Tom's muscles tensing. I pressed my head down on his cock, closed my eyes, and went to Planet Proton Zap for just a moment. I didn't have to though. He went straight into my throat. It was becoming easy by that time. Tom let out a loud moan when I got him all the way in. I bobbed my head up and down, trying to keep his cock in my throat except when I absolutely had to breathe. I held his balls in my hand, tickling them a bit. I applied the fucking triad again – deeper, faster, harder – and soon his legs were straight and stiff, every single muscle seeming to be flexed. He began to growl loudly. He was cumming. I waited until the last minute, then pulled him out of my throat but kept him in my mouth. He began shooting a very big load. I swallowed some of his cum to keep from spilling the rest of it, but I kept most of it in my mouth. I leaned in to kiss Robbie, and I gave him half of Tom's load through the kiss. We both swallowed and smiled at each other, though I secretly kept some of it inside my mouth. I had a plan.

Tom seemed quite out of it. He wasn't giving Robbie's cock the attention it needed. I nudged Robbie to indicate I wanted him to roll over onto his back. When he did, I immediately deep throated him too, but only a little. My goal was to smear what remained of Tom's slippery cum all over Robbie's cock for some nice lube. That done, I crawled up onto the bed and slowly sat down on Robbie's enormous, hard cock. I hadn't been fucked since my first live show two days earlier, and it felt good to open my ass again and feel the electricity. Tom sat up and placed Jessica's head in his lap, stroking her long hair and smiling. He was done playing, but he wasn't done feeling the love.

Robbie stroked my cock as I moved up and down over his. Jessica had begun to moan loudly again. It seemed that with persistence, a normal boy's cock could please her just fine. Ahmed, Robbie, and I joined in a chorus of moaning. In a way I was grateful that Ahmed had taken over. I put my hand on Ahmed's ass as I moved up and down on Robbie's cock. His ass felt incredible to my touch. My ass felt incredible on the inside, with Robbie stretching it and massaging me there. Although I had just cum, I was brick-hard.

I think Robbie saw what I was after. He rolled me over with my face right in Ahmed's sweet, soft ass, and he rogered me from behind. I worked my mouth deep into Ahmed's ass cheeks and began munching and licking again while Robbie pounded me harder and harder. I put my hand on Ahmed's ass cheek to hold him open for deeper access. I felt something playing with my cock, but I don't know what it was or who it belonged to. Was it a foot? It bounced my cock from side to side. I began to see funny colors dancing around in my head. I heard screaming. Was it me? Was it Ahmed and Jessica? Or Robbie? It didn't seem to matter. I was in heaven. My whole body was electrocuted with pleasure. It didn't come from my ass, where I was being fucked. It came from every part of my body, all at once.

I was aware that the bouncing ass I had been eating had become a motionless, relaxed, perfectly formed pillow. The cock in my ass was also still. Robbie was licking my neck. It tickled, but it felt like it was tickling someone else's body, not mine. I decided I would stay there and never move again.

The ass-pillow lifted slightly, and I could hear Jessica trying to climb out from under Ahmed. Robbie pulled his cock out of my ass slowly and carefully, and I felt the briefest flash of sadness. Soon we were all standing around the bed, hugging and kissing each other. Tom seemed completely wiped out. I'm told that's what it's like for most men. They cum once, and they get tired. Tom was almost an adult, so I guess that's what happened. But he was also a porn boy, and he could work through that. I think that in his time away from the camera, he preferred to enjoy that feeling after sex instead of pretending it hadn't happened while filming take two.

We grabbed some towels and put them on the chairs before we all sat down to talk about the best group sex I could ever remember having, not that I'd had much at that point.

***

"I'm not gay," said Ahmed. "I'm hetero. I didn't want to spoil it for you though. I mean, when we play together, it hardly matters who's gay or straight, does it? I'm up for anything or anyone, especially in a group, but you know the score. Sorry mate. I'd love to see you here more often though. For a boy, you're really good. You sure got our Jessica worked up!"

"He bloody well did!" said Jessica. "That was much more than bloody incredible! Your cock is bloody perfect, Trevor! Of course, you're bloody gay!" I don't know if she normally used language like that, but good sex can cause strong feelings.

"Sorry luv," I said. "I've even got a boyfriend."

"Isn't that how it always goes," said Tom. "She wants your body, Trevor, you want Ahmed's, and he wants hers."

"Now I know how Yvgenia must feel," I said. "She fancies me, and she's fun and all, quite pretty too, but… I fancy blokes."

"That's it, mate," said Ahmed. "You're really a cute, bloody sexy boy, and you seem to know how to please girls and boys both, but… I'll play with you anytime mate, but really I fancy birds."

"What the bloody hell were you doing to my cock, Trevor?" asked Tom, full of excitement.

"You should have seen him," said Robbie. "He bloody deep throated you! He did me and all!"

"That's not right," said Tom. "Nobody that little can deep throat anybody!"

"Lie back on the table, Tom," said Robbie. "You'll see," he said, looking to me to make sure I was ok with doing the demonstration. When Tom was in position, Robbie began sucking his cock to get him hard again. He seemed a natural fluff boy. "All right Trevor, you're on." He looked at Tom and said, "Now watch him this time. You'll see why he's going to be bloody, bloody rich one day."

I winked at Ahmed as I walked to the table and, without any further warming up or stretching, took Tom's entire cock into my throat and worked it there until I needed a little air. I went up and down on him, balls deep each time, as he watched in disbelief. It took him only three minutes to cum again. This time I kept it all to myself. I didn't swallow it all right away though. I swirled it around in my mouth to taste every drop. The second load is a little sweeter and a little more watery. It's usually a smaller load than the first too.

"Bloody hell!" said Ahmed. "After puberty, I might change my thinking about blokes." Tom just moaned helplessly.

***

We all stepped into two showers. I convinced Ahmed to share with me, but that meant we also shared with Jessica. It worked though. I cleaned Ahmed's body, Ahmed cleaned Jessica's, and Jessica cleaned mine. And when I say "cleaned," I don't necessarily mean that soap was always used. We talked about having some sort of fuck buddy arrangement where we would play in a sort of circle like that. We decided to give it a go, whenever the three of us were at a loose end.

Robbie and Tom shared another shower. They didn't talk much. Tom was a bit of a zombie by then, but Robbie took care of him. Robbie was very sweet like that – looking after people.

***

It was difficult to leave such beautiful people, but I had my appointment with the architect and the builders, and I couldn't miss that. I knew one thing for certain: I would request a large picture of Ahmed for the wall of my DAB room. Maybe several…

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