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  Simony
Posted by: WMASG - 11-15-2025, 09:11 PM - Replies (1)

   


I was thirteen when I got to do something with a guy the first time. I sort of knew I was going to be gay about eleven. I remember swimming at the community pool and being really interested and tingly when I looked at some of the older boys in their swimming trunks. I was so curious about what they had in those trunks. Not to mention that their butts seemed so... sexy, I guessed. I didn't know what it was about boys, but my eyes were always drawn to scantily clad boys. In the summer after sixth grade, I remember spending all the time I could at that pool, my dick hard, looking at boys swimming. The girls were sort of interesting, but not much, and definitely not as interesting as the boys. I was especially drawn to boys with sandy-blond hair and blue or green eyes. But, hell, any boy would do to get me hard by then. I barely had my first pubes and no idea what was going on yet.
I learned to jack off that summer. I caught a boy jerking it off in the showers at that pool. There were stalls with plastic curtains you could shower in, and I was watching a really cute boy walk ahead of me. His butt was making me really hard and it was starting to show in my trunks, so I ducked into a shower stall when he did. There was a guy in there, about sixteen or so, standing sideways, bent over a bit and looking down at the floor, jerking it off. I saw him doing it for a few seconds before I let go of the curtain and ducked into the next open stall. I copied what I'd seen, and was immediately hooked. I must have jerked off for an hour in that shower stall, until my dick got red and puffy and I absolutely had to stop because it was getting more sore and painful than pleasurable. I didn't cum. Not at all. Not that I remember. No big rise in pleasure level, no pulsations, nothing like that. Just a constant enjoyable tingling as I played with it.
But that night, in bed, as I played with it for the second time, I had my first dry orgasm. I remember my body wracked with torturous pleasure, my back arched so that my butt came up off the bed, and the pulsing and throbbing intensity of my first orgasm as it twisted through me.
I guess jacking it off every day, sometimes three or four times, started my puberty development, because during that summer my dick grew a lot, and my balls dropped and grew way bigger. By the time I started seventh grade and changing in the showers, I was one of the biggest boys in my gym class, and had almost the most pubes of anyone in my year. I was just over average in height and build, but I had one of the longest dicks and the most hanging balls in the showers. A couple of boys had some hair above their dicks, but I didn't yet. But still, my dick and balls were as big or even longer than most of the other boys in my year. There were other boys with bigger ones, for sure, just most of them were a year older. Except for one.
I had four good friends in my gym class, and they were mostly still bald down there and were still really small overall. Peter, so ironic a name, had brown hair and eyes, and was pretty good looking, but had such a small dick and balls he was teased about being a girl in disguise. David was part Latino had a few wispy hairs around the base of his dick, which were easy to see because they were black, like his eyes. His body and dick and balls were growing fast too, but still not as nice as mine. Carl had sandy-blond hair like I loved, and green eyes like I loved too, and was so cute to me recently. His dick was growing, but still hairless, and his balls were dropped and looked really nice. And he had the cutest butt in there. Steve had reddish-blond hair, freckles, and brown eyes, and was super-skinny. His dick wasn't very long, but it was nice and fat with a fat head on it, but his balls were still hidden in a round, featureless sack. Marcus was mostly African-American, a dark caramel color, and had a nice long one even though it was still hairless. HIs sack was all wrinkly and his balls were hard to see, and he had one of the nicest butts in the showers. They were my closest friends in gym class, and we chose lockers next to each other. I loved watching them change into our gym clothes, seeing them in those short shorts during class, getting naked after class, showering, and standing around until everyone was out of the showers before the coaches let us go to our lockers.

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  Skyler
Posted by: WMASG - 11-15-2025, 09:09 PM - Replies (1)

   


I first met my 'molester' the day before my twelfth birthday. I knew him before, but all I knew was his name and that he lived almost next door.
I was going to have a party on Friday, the day after my birthday, and my mom had asked the neighbor guy to take pictures of the party. So after school on Wednesday, when I got home, mom and the neighbor guy, Ted, were in the kitchen talking.
"Hi, hon. Ted is here to take a few pictures of you today and see what settings to use on his new digital electronic camera before the party. It doesn't use film, can you believe that?"
"Oh, okay."
"Hi, Skyler," Ted said, smiling at me and waving, holding his big camera in the other hand. "I'd like to just get a few pictures out on the patio where the party will be, so I know what to set this thing at to get the best results so I don't have to experiment with the real pictures during the party."
"Oh, okay."
I put my pack down and started toward the patio doors.
"Can you change your clothes? Something more colorful? I want to make sure I have the color saturation right."
"Okay."
So I went to my room and changed into my blue shorts with the white piping and a red t-shirt. I put on white tube socks that went almost to my knees and my play shoes which were blue and gray Kenny's. When I got back to the patio, he smiled, said, "Perfect," and snapped a picture.
Mom said, "No, not with his hair all messed. Let me take care of that first."
"They're just so I can get the camera dialed in. No one will see them," Ted told her.
"I don't care," she said, and began straightening my hair despite my heavy sigh.
Once she had it straightened to her liking, she said to go ahead. He took a couple of pictures, then had me run around the back yard, sit at the picnic table, and stand in front of the house in the sun and in the shade. After a few minutes he said he was sure he got the settings right and thanked me and Mom and left.
We had dinner, then, since it was Wednesday, and the day before my actual birthday, Mom was going to go shopping, as usual. I knew she was probably going to get my presents. I'd searched the house from top to bottom and not found them, so I knew she hadn't gotten them yet.
"I'm going to do the shopping. Be back by seven or eight, as usual. No snooping around for your presents. You won't find them anyway."
"Okay."
"And no friends over."
"Okay."
She left, and not five minutes later, the doorbell rang. It was Ted.
"Hi, Sky. Wondered if I could get this camera set up too. It's brand new and I've never used it before."
"Okay."
I shrugged and we went out to the patio. He had me do the same things and took pictures. He had me climb the tree and sit on the low branch different ways and lay across it different ways and such.
"Can you hang from it by your legs?"
"Sure."
"Swing back and forth... Now pull yourself up... sit facing the other way with your back toward me... scoot forward... scoot back..."
On and on. It got pretty boring.
"Okay. This one's not so good outside. How about we try inside."
We went in and I sat at the kitchen table and in the living room.
"Where do you do your homework?"
"My room."
"Let's try a few with you doing your homework."
"Okay."
So I sat in my room at my desk and pretended to do homework as he walked around and took pictures. He set the camera down and used his phone to call someone about taking pictures of them on Saturday. When he hung up, he said, "Got enough pictures. Thanks, Sky. Sorry you got your clothes so dirty. Better change before I get you in trouble. Thanks again."
"Okay. Bye."
Being in the tree had got my shorts and shirt dirty, for sure. So I changed out of them and into old jeans and a t-shirt. Then when I was sitting at the desk I saw he had left his camera. I picked it up and checked it out. It was a really big, nice digital one. They were really new and expensive then, and I knew it probably cost as much as Mom spent on the used car she got a few months ago. It wassooheavy, and had so many buttons and little numbers next to dials. It was complicated and hard to figure out. The screen on it only showed what was in front of it, but I knew there was a way to see the pictures it had taken, since he'd shown us the ones he'd took with the other one, but I never got it to. It only paused for a second every few seconds, then started showing what was in front if it again for a few more seconds. I put it down in the living room in case he came over to get it. He had to sooner or later. And he did after half an hour. bit.
The doorbell rang and it was him.
"Sorry to bug ya, but I forgot my camera. Duh."
"I know," I said, and laughed with him.
I got it off the table and handed it to him.
"It's really expensive, huh?" I asked.
"Very."
"Looks hard to work."
"Very," he said, and laughed. "But I can show you how, if you want."
"Sure."
He kind of went through the buttons and dials, explaining them as I held it. He told me to take a picture of the tree in back and knelt behind me and held it with me by putting his arms around me and we took a few pictures. It acted just like it had in my room. When I pushed the button, the screen froze for a few seconds, then showed what was in front of it again. Only I hadn't been pushing the button in my room, I was sure. But now I wasn't so sure. I was worried he would see that I had taken pictures somehow and knew I had messed with it.
"Can you see what pictures it's taken so far?"
"Sure."
He messed with it and then showed me the first few pictures we'd done on the patio and in the tree. He started to pull the camera away.
"Can I see them all?"
I figured I had to know if I left evidence that I'd messed with it. He would see sooner or later, but if he did right now, I could explain without my mom being involved.
"Well, okay. Just remember, they aren't meant to be professional, we were just messing around."
"Okay."
He pushed the buttons next to the screen and the pictures changed, one after another. He wasn't a real good photographer after all. He mostly got my legs and butt, and my lap and belly when I was hanging upside down. But he did get a lot of my face, so he wasn't too bad. But like he said, we were just messing around and they weren't professional ones.
A lot of the ones when I was in the tree were embarrassing. The camera looked right up the legs of my shorts and you could see my underwear, and sometimes, well, my underwear was pretty loose.
"Don't worry, I'll erase 'em."
"Okay."
He got to the last picture he had taken, and it seemed like I hadn't taken any after all. He messed with the camera and said, "Okay, all gone."
"Cool. Thanks."
"No problem. Nothing to be embarrassed about anyway. Hell, if I was that big when I was your age, I'd have shown it off."
"No you wouldn't."
"Sure would have. The girls would have been all over me. Like they are on you."
"They aren't."
"Not yet, maybe. But they will be. You're going to be a real lady-killer, Sky."
"Sure, whatever."
I was as good as twelve, so I knew what I looked like. I knew I was better looking than some of my friends, maybe most. And some girls had been pretty nice to me lately. But it was really embarrassing the way he was talking to me about girls. Especially about, well, what the camera saw in the tree pictures.
"If the girls saw those pictures, they'd be all over you, you know."
"If girls saw those pictures, they would probably laugh at me."
"Oh, hell no! They'd giggle at school, I'm sure. But that would be because they were embarrassed and turned on."
"Really?"

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  Spencer
Posted by: WMASG - 11-15-2025, 09:06 PM - Replies (1)

   


When I was nine, I fooled around with with my best friend. We didn't do much, but I sure did love to be naked. Even back then, about fifty years ago, I knew I liked smooth boy butt. I moved away before we could get into too much trouble, and I hit a dry spell until I was twelve.
Then my life changed when I was discovered by some older boys while playing outside naked. I lived on the edge of a suburb, surrounded by ranches and places you could go that were sort of forest like, at least what passed for forest in that part of California. You could follow trails from the road and find areas off the trails in the tall bushes where all kinds of kids went for fun.
I didn't have very many friends back then, I was twelve, about 5'4', and almost 180 pounds. I was a normal looking kid but for one thing - I had boytits. And a big round belly. And as if that wasn't enough, my cock was maybe 4"when hard, but barely an inch when soft. I was a grower, not a shower, and not much of a shower at that. On top of all that, very little body hair yet. I had some pubes, otherwise I was smooth as could be, so I really did have tits. I have to shave them now, but they have stayed high and firm, good genes I guess. And even back then my nipples were a big part of my solo sex life. If I was horny they were erect, and stuck out a good 1/4'. When I masturbated, I always played with them for a while before my hand dropped to my cock. I think all the time I spent pinching and pulling and putting clothes pins on them served to make my tits huge by the time was eighteen, about a small c-cup. It wasn't fat, it was breast material, I think I gave myself Gynecomastia. At the time I had no idea that I would grow to love them! For the first 30 years of my life I hated having tits.
In the summer I would find a place in the bushes, they were all easy to find once you discovered your first one - the weeds were all mashed flat, plenty of empty beer bottles and cigarette butts, and if you really got lucky, some magazines. Mostly Playboy, but some XXX stuff, and even a fetish mag if I really got lucky.
I really liked the Bondage magazines, and anything with a young theme! If only the internet was around back then. Nothing gay, but at twelve I wasn't sure what I was, so I was happy to get naked, walk around, but never so far that I couldn't get back into the bushes if I heard somebody coming along the trail. I made up rules, like I could not go back until I found a certain kind of rock or leaf, or a brand of beer can, each time the rule getting more obscure so I would have an excuse to stay out longer and get farther away.
I was able to tell myself "It was the rule," so I could not chicken out. Once I completed the quest, I went back to my hiding place and jacked off. Pretty lame, I know, but what's a kid gonna do? One day, after a few weeks of this I walked into my hiding place, and I guess I had gotten careless by now, I didn't notice an older boy in there until it was too late.
As I turned to run out, he said,"So I guess you don't want your clothes back?"
I stopped dead in my tracks in the little tunnel from the trail into the bushes. We didn't have a clear view of each other.
"Well?" he asked.
"Yes."
"So what ya gonna do to get"em back?"
"Please, just give them back. Or I'll tell,"I said rather weakly.
"You'll tell? Who will you tell that you were running around naked in the woods and lost all your clothes, kid?"
"The police."
"Now that isn't going to happen and you know it, so shut up and get back in here!"
Knowing I was screwed, I walked back in, trying to cover myself as best I could.
"That's a good little boy, you wouldn't got far. Okay guys, get in here."
Two other boys walked into the small clearing. All three of them looked older then me, which was good, since that meant they didn't go to my junior high. They looked like high school kids to me.
The one who caught me was tall, maybe six feet, and really buff. He was wearing jeans and a tee shirt and had long hair. It was the seventies, so a lot of us did. Mine was long and I was cursed with my mother's curly hair. I guessed he was seventeen or eighteen - and it turned out I was right about that - he was going to be a senior next fall. The two who came in from where they had been waiting to jump me were younger and not as cool looking as the older one. I remember thinking months later that I must have really been zoned out not to have seen them or noticed anything was going on.
The other two boys were fifteen or so, both about 5"7', one really skinny and the other kind of chubby.
"Well, what the fuck!"the skinny one said, "You weren't kidding about him."
"I thought for sure you were shitting us,"the other added.
"What's your name?"the first guy asked me.
"Spencer."
Oh shit, why didn't I think to lie?
"Is he really as tiny as you said?"
"Turn around and drop your hands, Spencer."
In the seventh grade we didn't take a shower after PE, so nobody had seen me nude since I was like eight or nine, and I knew my body was not something to be proud of, so I wanted to keep it hidden.
"No, I don't want you see my dick."

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  Spig
Posted by: WMASG - 11-15-2025, 09:03 PM - Replies (1)

   


They called me Spig. Short for my last name, which was Italian, and very long. So was my... oh, never mind for now. And I hated my first name, which was worse than Spig. So go figure. The ironic thing was, while my name was eminently Italian, I was pale-blond with strong blue eyes, a pale complexion, and even at sixteen, not much body hair - all of which was pale and fine. And no facial hair. Same for my dad. Go figure.
I had just turned sixteen, gotten my license, and my folks had gotten me an old car. Two cute girls at school were paying me tons of attention, and my friends were asking which one would be the first in the back of my love machine. Life was great. Mostly. It was made a little harder by having to hide how gay I was from everyone. I was doing a great job of it, too.
I'd been working at the restaurant a few blocks from house since I was fourteen. Most of my friends were at work. I had a couple friends at school, but me and my friends weren't very popular. There were a couple of high-school guys and just a bit older guys working at the restaurant too, and one of them was Brian. He was the cool one, as far as I was concerned. The other guys, and the girls, were mostly stuck-ups or jocks.
Brian was a stoner. Not totally, but he wore the hair and clothes, and we all knew he partied. But he treated me and my friend Tim like we were normal dudes. He was almost twenty, and just gorgeous. Shaggy brown hair, brown eyes, nice lips, strong nose and chin, and a tight, lean bod. Oh, man, how those uniform pants made his crotch so bulgy and hot. They also hugged his fine ass. Geeze. He also had another job, so he worked at the restaurant less than I or Tim did.
By the time I got my license, Brian was inviting us to come party at his place once in a while. Tim and I, I mean. We were both goody-goodies, and politely declined. But the time came, shortly after we'd gotten our licenses, that we decided to take Brian up on his offer. He had an apartment in one of the tiny, cheap, crappy apartment rows down by the railroad. He promised no one would bug us, and he wouldn't make us drink or smoke if we didn't want to. And if we got a little too drunk or stoned, we could sleep it off on his couch.
Tim and I were both pretty nervous about it. We decided we would try some beer, and maybe a hit from a joint, and probably go home early. We decided to drive our own cars, of course.
Well, the party wasn't bad at all. We played CDs and watched MTV, drank beers, and smoked some pot. We also played some poker.
Tim and I were getting teased about being lightweights. Of course. Tim took it different than I did. He just said he wasn't going to get drunk and wreck his car. Brian told him it was okay if he got too drunk and slept it off on the couch. He still stayed to sipping his beer and only hit the joint a couple times over the course of the night.
I took it differently. I drank my beer quicker, and I hit the joint more often. I wasn't stupid, though. When I'd go to the john, I'd pour out the beer and replace it with water. When I toked the joint, I actually only took a tiny bit of smoke. Still, I was feeling the beer and the pot.
Pretty soon I was acting like I was far drunker and higher than I really was. I'd laugh harder, and I'd make stupid jokes, and I often pretended to stumble around on my way to the john and back and to get a fresh beer. I was still having a great time. Brian thought I was keeping up with him, and I wasn't any lightweight after all. Tim took more teasing and grief about being a lightweight, and wasn't having all that great a time.
When it got late, Brian reminded Tim and I we could use his couch if we wanted. Tim said he hadn't drank much, and didn't smoke much at all, and was just fine.
Me, though, I was stuck pretending I was drunk and stoned. I said I might take him up on his offer. We'd see.
Well, it got later, and Tim left, after making sure I wasn't going to drive home.
Brian and I sat down and watched a movie and drank and smoked some more. I drank just a bit of the beer, having poured most of it down the toilet. I seemed to puff on the joint, but I actually was blowing through it gently.
Brian said he was impressed at my partying abilities. I felt proud of myself.
Pretty soon he was daring me to down a beer with him. Slam one. Man, I tried, but I couldn't do it. I had some of it down, but it was too nasty to get the rest down. I panicked and pretended I was going to throw up. I ran to the bathroom and pretended to yak. When I came back out, I did my best stagger and bumble, and told Brian I was so wasted I couldn't drink any more.
He said that was cool. He told me to take a couple aspirin so i wouldn't have a headache and hangover in the morning. He got a couple from the bathroom and handed them to me. They didn't look like aspirin. I was really suspicious. They were little blue pills.
"Just fancy aspirin," he said.
I doubted it, though.
So I said I needed some water to swallow them with, and went to the kitchen. I tossed the pills down the sink. When I got back, he said I should lay down on the couch and get comfortable, because as much as I drank and smoked, I was going to pass out pretty soon.
It was late, and I did have some beer and some pot, and so, yeah, I did get really sleepy. I did get comfy on the couch, and I did pass out. I tossed an arm over my eyes to block the light from the television and the table lamp, and fell asleep.
I was woken up by Brian saying, "Hey, you awake?"
I thought, no, I'm passed out, dummy. I knew not to react or anything. I just laid there.
"Can you wake up?" he asked, gently shaking me.
Nope. Apparently.
He started untying my shoes, then took them off. Okay. Then he lifted the bottom of my shirt up to my neck. Well, okay, I guess. Then I felt him touching my chest. Then my stomach. And then my nipples.
I was so shocked I almost forgot to be passed out.

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  Star Struck
Posted by: WMASG - 11-15-2025, 08:52 PM - Replies (1)

   


My mom was home when I got home from after school. Weird.
"Honey!" she said as soon as I got inside, all excited. "You got an interview for the movie!"
My stomach flipped over and I rushed up and gave her a huge hug. When we had gone to the open call for casting last week I had hoped I might make the cut, but I really didn't think I would.
I had done a few plays in school, but I wasn't very good. I had a hard time learning my lines, and I forgot them almost as often as not. I got nervous on stage, but I liked acting.
So I had gone to the open call and done the lines and redid them the way they suggested, and then we had left, the people doing the interview saying they would call us if they were interested.
And they had called!
"We go tomorrow at one, and you meet with the casting guys, and do another test. It's only for a background character, you only have three lines, but it pays five-thousand dollars and you'll only have to go to the filming set for two months over the summer!"
"Cool!"
"It might get you even more work!"
We were so happy!
So, the next day, we go to the same office building and wait our turn. There are other boys there my age, and I don't know any of them, but we all look alike. We all are about thirteen, with blond hair and blue eyes, and we could all wear the same clothes. We all know we are all there for the same part.
My turn comes, and I do the lines, and redo them with their suggestions, and they say they will let us know and I can go.
When we get home, mom's phone rings, and she says I got the part.
We went out for dinner to celebrate, and I tell my friends that night.
On Monday, we go back to the office building and meet with different people. They set me up with an acting coach, and tell us when and where I need to go for the filming over the summer - three months away.
So I spend almost every Saturday with a nice guy who teaches me how to deliver the lines, and how to hold my body and hands for each scene, and all that.
Then Mom and I go to the city where the studio has a hotel room waiting for each of us. The director calls and makes an appointment for a meeting, and we go the next day. He's done a few movies but isn't a big famous guy. He's nice, and I meet the stars of the movie. I mean, I know these guys from all kinds of movies, and I'm all star-struck and shit. I meet some of the other co-stars and background actors through the day. It was exciting and I was so worn out when I got back to the hotel with my mom that night.
We had two days free before I was due on set for my first scenes, so Mom and I see the city and sights between having lunch and dinner with the movie's star kids and other actors so that we all can be at ease and know each other a bit.
There are three kids about my age who are real movie stars, and are the main stars of the movie, and five other kids who are co-stars, and about ten of us who are background or secondary characters.
We go to nice restaurants and talk and have some fun getting to know each other. It's just us kids, with the studio's adult chaperone, a guy who has a big belly and almost no hair. He's nice. Our parents aren't allowed, because it's supposed to be just us actors getting to know each other so we can act like friends for filming.
Then on Monday I go to the set with my mom. Wow. A real movie set with real actors and stuff. We're there all day, mostly waiting around in the trailer for the secondary actors and their parents, watching television and talking and playing games. The trailer has two bathrooms and a kitchen, and the two bedrooms are set up different. One is for the adults to play cards, with a big table and a television. The other one is for us kids with two big couches and two televisions with different video game systems with a lot of games. The front room is couches and tables.
We get our clothes we wear each day for the scenes we're in. There's a lot of changing clothes in the bathroom and in the stalls near the stages. We change into our own clothes at the end of our day. Sometimes our day ends at noon, but rarely, and usually only for one or two of us. Sometimes we're all done at the same time, usually around six or seven at night.
So I hang out with the other kids playing secondary characters in the room with the video games. Some get called to do scenes, alone or in groups. Sometimes I go with a group and we do a short scene standing in the background as the main characters do their thing.
About six, one of the stage handlers comes in and calls my name. I change into the clothes my character is wearing for the scenes we're doing today. Mom and I go out to the stage and I do the scene I'm in with one of the main actors. No lines for me in this one, I just react to the line he delivers to me. Then we do another scene with some others. And then another. Multiple takes on each scene. It's fun, but it's a lot of standing around and waiting, too. And having to change in the stalls by the stages. By ten, the scenes are done, and shooting is done for the day.
The next day is the same, but the second time I'm called to the stage is the scene where I have two lines. I screw up a little, like the other secondary actors do too, but I get it done. I go back to the trailer, and then back at seven for another few scenes where I have no lines.
I learn that my next scene with lines is schedule for Friday, but I have non-speaking scenes all week. It's a tough week. Long hours at the studio, usually from six in the morning to after ten at night.
I get to be friends with several of the other actors. We're pretty much separate from the main actors. They all have their own trailers on the other side of the sound stage, along with the adult actors. Most of us secondary actors show up every day with our parents or other adults, but two don't. The famous actors have assistants who are always with them and drive them around.
After I do my last speaking scene, I get more relaxed. I don't have to worry about screwing up now, and just stand around and follow stage directions. We run when we are supposed to, scream when we're supposed to, all that. It's way more fun now.
Making a movie is hard work, but a lot of fun too. And working with teen idols is awesome. I get to see them all day. Hot guys I'd beat-off to many times, and there I was making a movie with some of them. Wow. I was having a wild time in my bed at night, jerking off with images of those hot guys in my head.
After a month or so, one of the guys is making out with one of the girls in the game room of the trailer. With some parents a room away and the door open. Her mom and his mom are feet away, and they've got their hands in each other's pants and shirts. Not long after that, they often leave together for long periods, and come back all sweaty and smiling. Yeah, we all knew what was going on. Except the adults. They seemed oblivious. I went on a walk one day, and found them between two trailers, their pants down, doing it up against one of the trailers. Actually doing it. She had a nice butt, but seeing his dick going in and out of her was so hot I got a major boner and ran to find a private place to whack one out. I spied on them quite a few times after that.
After almost two months, the filming is running down, and all us kids know each other pretty well. We have a lot of fun on the lot. My mom doesn't always come to the studio with me now. The studio bus picks up a lot of folks from the hotel we're in, so I just ride it now. It makes several runs a day, and takes us to the hotel when we're done for the day.
One day, when the filming is down to the last couple of weeks or so, one of the star kids, I'll call him E, asked me if I wanted to come to his sixteenth birthday party over the weekend. I'm really kind of shocked and honored. I say sure. He says he'll send a car to pick me up in the morning. Cool. I tell him my fourteenth birthday is next month. He says that's cool, and he'll get me a present. I tell him not to, that I probably cant afford to get him one. He laughs, and says that's fine, but he can afford a present for me, so that's what he'll do.
I ask my mom if we can get E a present when she says I can go to his party. She makes a good point, that we couldn't afford anything he didn't have and would want, so we get him a nice card.
The next day, I ask who is going to E's party over the weekend. No one is. They're all surprised I got invited, and some say I'm lying. By the end of the day, it's all around that I'm the only background actor who's invited to E's party. I get the cold shoulder from some of the guys, but what would I expect? I knew I should have kept my mouth shut.
The next day I apologize to E for telling about being invited to his party. He asks why, and I tell him.
"Get used to it. Jealousy is like air around here."
I asked him why he invited me anyway.
He puts his arm around my shoulder and says ," "Because I like you, dummy."
By the end of the day, some guys say I'm fucking E, and that's why I got invited. Someone saw him with his arm around my shoulders yesterday, and now I'm a fag and sleeping with a guy. Figures. I put it down to jealousy and stay friends with the guys willing to stay friends.
On Saturday, the car picks me up for E's party, and I go, and I have a great time. E has tons of friends, mostly Hollywood types, and I meet more teen idols and adult stars. It's so cool!
His house has a big pool, and I didn't know we would be swimming, so E says he can loan me a pair of trunks. We go up to his bedroom. Huge house! His room is bigger than most of my house. He gets a pair of trunks out of a dresser and hands them to me. They look kind of big and I say so.
"Try them on."
I look for the bathroom, and ask if that door is it.
"Oh, just try them on. We're both guys. You take showers in gym, right?'
"Yeah."
So, I turn so he can't see my goods and change. He changes too. He's looking at me when I have the trunks on and turn around.
"See? Kind of big, but you can wear 'em."
"Yeah," I agree.
They are baggy, but I can keep them on if I don't dive in head first.
He's wearing Speedo type trunks, and I can tell he's got a lot down there - compared to me anyway. He was hot. Nice body. I'd always wanted to see him naked. I'd seen him in three movies, and never without a shirt, except this one picture of him without a shirt. In swimming trunks, standing in front of me, I almost got boned up.
So we go swimming. Like fifty kids in a huge pool having fun. Awesome lunch, then presents, then music and games, then swimming until dark and dinner.
Swimming with a bunch of hot guys was hard. In that way. I was turned-on pretty often.
Some of E's friends are really cool and treat me great, some are stuck up and act like I have a disease. Most of the famous kid actors act like I'm normal, but a couple never even talk to me. Some stars are assholes.
After dark, we're swimming again, and most of the guests have left. There's only two famous kids still there, both of them are pretty nice to me. There's about twenty of us left, mostly sixteen or younger, all in the pool.
The adults are inside, talking and having drinks, and us kids are having a great time. M, one of E's close friends and an actor in a couple movies, but not all famous and shit, kind of wrestles with me in the water. And he grabs my junk. I kind of push back and look at him for a second, and he grins, and moves toward me again. I back up. He grabs my stuff again and goes under the water, holding onto it.
I kind of try swimming back and away, but now he's got his hand in my loose trunks and has a hold of my dick. His other hand goes up the leg of my trunks and grabs both my nuts.
I'm about to scream and yell when he lets go and surfaces. He's smiling at me.
"What the hell, dude?" I ask.
"Don't like it?" he asked, getting closer.
"Uh, no.

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