GETTING EVEN WITH TED

WARNING: This story is homoerotic in content. This means that it may and probably will involve male on male sex of various ages. Also note that my characters do not wear condoms and that is because they are FICTIONAL. The author recommends 'safe' sex in real life. You must be above the Age of Consent in your particular area of the planet to read this sort of stuff and you should NEVER allow minors access but you knew that anyway.

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I don't normally do 'grown' men with boys but as Channel Four has just inflicted 'Getting even with Dad' on me I thought I'd give it a spin. All normal disclaimers re the characters etc. apply. (06 Jan 08).

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GETTING EVEN WITH TED

by

G. Cutter

Macaulay Culkin fumed, that damn Danson guy had put him down again. Mac was upset and felt that he had a right to be, he was the damn star and the Danson oaf was just window dressing. Jeez, the guy couldn't even act. OK, so he was big on TV but that was it. His film resume read like Crapsville on wheels. What upset Mac more than anything else were Danson's snide comments and his supreme sin, calling Mac - Kid. Kid this and kid that, Mac was thoroughly pissed. He was twelve coming on thirteen and in spite of his on screen image of a vacuous child with a crafty streak and a winning wide eyed grin he was smart and he knew it . His film career hadn't harmed his education at all, in fact, private tuition had probably put him ahead of kids of his own age. What he had lacked was peer contact, he tended to be involved with older people for most of the time so he was probably wiser than most other kids his in the ways of the world and that was Hollywood, the acting world.

He stretched out in his trailer, he had the afternoon free and to make things even better his chaperone was away for the afternoon.

It was hot and he was bare chested and being alone his miind turned to what most twelve years old boy's minds revolved around... sex. He hurriedly jumped up and locked the door, drew the curtains and hopped back onto his bed. He relaxed, the crew would assume he was asleep and that suited. He gently massaged his crotch until he felt a thickening and stiffening. He gave his trademark smile but this time for himself and slowly and sexually unzipped imagining Michael Jackson was doing it. Unfortunately Whacky Jacky was in deep shit and Mac and his power mad father were keeping their distance and a very low profile. Mac's dad was probably aware that Mac and Jacko had shared a bed but he turned a blind eye, it was just as well. Mac had found Jacko overwhelming and had did everything the slightly demented singing star had wished. He'd lost his cherry to Jackson but that was something neither he nor Jackson would allow to be aired. Mac smiled, Jacko had also been his first immature fuck, maybe more air and water at the time but his first all the same.

'Uuurgh,' Mac 's hand slipped into his khakis and grasped his hardness through his BVDs, it was coming on well, he smiled as he pushed his underwear down and exposed the pale tube of hard flesh. He was twelve now and would be thirteen by the time the crock of shit he was working on saw the theatres. For the moment he had a nice four inches of solid boy meat with the beginning of fuzzy pubics and... and hold it invisble voyeurs, he was squirting. He could now cum and it was the creamy stuff not the wishy washy trickles of previous years. He sighed as he handled himself and fixated on his hero and recent lover. Elijah Wood was slightly younger that Mac and Mac loved him so hard, they'd co-starred in The Good Son and had some brilliant times together when they could dump their personal chaperones, they should have called the movie 'Close Encounters of the Boy Kind,' Mac smiled and wanked faster imagining Elijah's sweet lips on his or even the golden night when they'd actually topped each other. Very satisfying to put it mildly, Mac wanked faster feeling his heat arising... Elijah's image did it every time.

'Uh, uh, uh,' Mac's face screwed up and his belly tensed as hard as nails and then it came, thick creamy boy cum splashed and splattered up onto his belly and narrow chest. he sighed with relief as he felt the warm splashes on his body. 'Mmmmmn...' he groaned as he squeezed his softening flesh extracting the last creamy dribbles into his navel, he licked his spunk smeared fist. Yummy, now that was a good one.

With his body at ease and still naked he started to fiddle with his new camcorder, his hobby was electronics and he found it relaxing and brain challenging at the same time, to strip things down and reassemble them to suit himself, it was one of his talents other than acting and looking a sweet and loveable little rogue. He was only twelve so sometimes he got lucky and at other times not. This particular project was going well and he settled into it. One of the young assistants in editing had offered help if required so Mac knew who to call on if he got into difficulties. He had two hours before his chaperone came back and she started to pretend interest in Mac's wellbeing. 'Chaperones suck,' he whispered and smellt the odour of cum in the cramped trailer. That would give her something to think about especially when she sniffed through his laundry which he was sure she did.

The following day shooting started early and finished around two o'clock when everyone had lunch on site. The afternoon was free and once more Mac's chaperone was absent again with another family problem and he was basically handed down to the care of one of the managers who hadn't got the slightest interest. He'd asked Mac if he was alright, if he wanted anything and that was it. Mac was on his own for the long afternoon and evening. Some of the other actors would be in their trailers or hotel and studying their upcoming lines. Mac didn't have to, this was child's play to him and he had other things in the pipeline, a long running project was coming to fruition and amazingly the twelve year old had seduction on his mind. 'Loliota mode,' he murmured as he wandered across the lot now deserted apart from a few technicians. 'Mac the Lolita,' he giggled softly as he approached Ted Danson's trailer.

Mac was convinced that Danson or Ted as he now thought of him was gay or if not gay, bisexual. He was too good to be true and Mac had spotted the glances Ted had given some of the younger crew members He may be wrong but now was the time to test his theory, the one possible flaw was that someone who fancied young men didn't necessarily have a taste for preteen boys.

'Come,' Ted Danson's voice answered Mac's gentle rap on the metal door. The weather was beginning to edge to high summer and it was damn hot, fortunately the trailers had air conditioning which barely kept them habitable.

'Hi, Ted,' Mac looked around the door frame and gave a watered down version of his famous smile... the ain't I a cute one?

'Hi, Kid,' Ted looked up from his thick script and grinned. Thank God for that, a visitor even if it was only the little shit who called himself a star. 'Come in, Kid.'

Mac entered the trailer and gently closed the door. 'My trailer's like a furnace and I've got something to talk about.'

'And?' Ted looked across the trailer from where he sat on the edge of his unmade bed.

'For a film that's supposed to be about a son reuniting with his father and then bonding...' Mac sat on a small stool by the door.

'Go on,' Ted was interested in spite of himself. The kid might be a precocious little fink but he was smart.

'Where's the bathroom scenes, the bedroom scenes, the half naked bits.'

'Hold on, hold on,' Ted held his hand up. 'This is an American film, not French, not Swedish crap.'

'I'm not talking about porno stuff,' Mac giggled. 'On a survey of youngsters in this here US of A the favourite scene in my last Home Along was..?

'No idea.'

'The one where I leap into the pool and lose my shorts and do you know why?'

'I've an idea you're going to tell me,' Ted laughed shortly.

'Because all the little boys, all the little girls and all the gays,' he stressed the last word. 'Wanted to see some of Mac's flesh.'

'You maybe right,' Ted admitted. 'But you and I doing bedroom or bathroom scenes...come on,' he laughed. 'Pervo big time. Mind you, you look quite sweet with your shirt off, young Mac.'

Mac grinned widely, Ted had called him Mac and had also walked right into it. 'Quite sweet', the boy grasped the phrase like a lifeline.

'Gee, thanks,' he gave Ted what he knew was one of his little boy lost or innocent looks and peeled his t-shit off over his head. 'Hot in here.'

'Yeah,' Ted agreed and gulped. Jeez, Was the runt coming on to him? The kid was begging for it and he adjusted himself trying to hide his incipient growth.

'Kids and dads a selling point I would have thought,' Mac stood and bent over to pick up his shirt and put it on the side. A quick glance at the seated Ted gave him another smile, the man was sitting there with his lips slightly parted and his eyes were definitely brighter. Of course the quick flash of Mac's bent over khaki clad bottom helped. 'How's about this,' Mac managed to retain his innocent look and unclipped his waistband letting the top of his cut down combat trousers gape exposing his smooth and rounded belly. That should do the trick.

'Mac,' Ted croaked. 'That's enough.' He felt his eyes drawn to the vee in the boys combats the kid had no underpants on and was actually showing a slight dusting of fair hair at the base of his belly. 'Jeez, you'll get me shot.'

'Doors locked,' Mac sinuously wriggled his hips and the trousers dropped a little and Ted groaned again, he was now totally hard and it was painfully constricted in his tight jeans . He couldn't stop himself, he stood and faced his uninvited guest. 'Someone's glad to see me,' Mac whispered glancing at Ted's crotch. The smartarse older actor was his.

'Come here,' Ted whispered.

'You want it, you come and get it,' Mac smirked and lay back against the edge of the built in bookcase. He knew very well he'd gone over the top but he wanted Ted and it looked like he'd got him. He wriggled lithely as his felt Ted's hands on his waist. Reaching out he grasped at his co-star's jeans feeling the hardness and the heat within. 'Wow! That's big.'

'Yeah,' Ted groaned and bending his knees a little put his hands either side of Mac's trim hips and slid his hands downwards taking the boy's khakis down as well. He dropped to his knees as Mac's fully extended four incher popped free with it's foreskin drawn back and the cherry red knob gleaming and swollen. 'Christ,' he muttered taken in by the boy's apparent virginal beauty and clasping the smooth and exquisite bubble butt kissed and nuzzled at the slowly moving boy as he pumped to and fro. This kid was so sexually aware and attractive and clearly no novice at this sort of thing that he forgot the danger of the moment and dropped his head even further taking the succulent boy flesh into his mouth.

'That's it, Ted,' Mac groaned and smiled up at the junk crammed into the overheads as he felt the gentle suction, wetness and warmth on his dick. He was delighted as he held the sides of Ted Danson's head and gently pumped to and fro. He could feel one finger in his sweaty crack as Ted's hands moulded and stroked his buns but the older man wasn't getting that today if ever. 'Yeah, go on,' Mac groaned and fucked harder as Ted's suction increased. The kneeling man was now going mad sucking and slurping over the excited boy in his hands. He'd thought Macaulay was a little boy but he had a solid prick and he knew how to use it, the other thing was he could taste precum and the kid's scrotum was uptight... no little boy this one.

'Come on, come on. Cum for me,' Ted babbled around Mac's slippery and jerking cock. Managing to find the boy's tight pucker he slipped one finger in deeply and Mac groaned and went limp.

'Oooooooh,' he sighed and half collapsing on his fellow actor he jerked and shot his jets of his sperm straight down Ted Danson't throat to be eagerly swallowed by the older man. With Ted's finger still up his hole Mac clamped on it and sent another two blasts on their way and then flopped like a puppet with cut strings. 'That was so nice,' he moaned as he fell on the floor at Ted's knees.

Ted tried to get up, he felt as guilty as hell and somehow dirtied. He'd actually blown a boy in his trailer and God only knows what any lurking gossip columnist or photographer would make of it. He'd be ruined but as he clambered to his feet he felt Mac's hand at the front of his jeans. He didn't want to do this or even let the boy do it but he just lay out on the floor as he felt his thick lump of man cock get extracted from his boxers.

'You don't have to do this, Mac,' he muttered clambering to his feet and propping himself in the position reacently vacated by the boy.

'Why not?' Mac grinned upwards positioning himself and Ted for the second take. Runing his hands inside the borttom of Ted's shirt he marvelled at the thick hair and huge balls of the actor. Jesus, he was like a bear. The inside of Ted's upper thighs were as hairy as a dog and Mac nuzzled at the hirsute warmth smelling the man funk and holding the still protuding erection which was a giant compared to his and probably many men's. 'Now...' he grinned and slipped his mouth around the bulbous cum smeared head taking as much into his mouth as possible.

'Grnnnng,' Ted lay his hands on the boys thick and overlong hair and then held the side of Mac's smooth face grinning up at him. He looked like a chipmunk with bulging cheeks and the thick shaft with prominent veins looked huge as it or part of it moved between Mac's sweet lips. Leaning forward a little he could see down Mac's smooth spine and his snowy white butt from the top and he got even harder. He wondered if the kid had ever been fucked but no, he was far to young and slight.

As he gently moved and Mac slurped and sucked he felt himself get harder and bigger. Suddenly it happened, he felt a burning at the base of his fully extended cock and then a blast of thick creamy man juice shot into Mac's mouth and straight down his throat. Mac giggled amongst his swallowing and choking and sucked away at the meaty pump as it discharged Ted's thick fluid down his throat. At the end Mac got a streamer across his lips and cheeks but Ted pulled him upright and lapped it away and sealed the little union with a long and lingering kiss.

Mac grinned, it was over, he'd brought the big headed Ted Danson to his knees or down to his level. He tugged his trousers up and recovered his t-shirt. 'Gotta go, Ted.'

'Can't you stay a while?' Ted asked plaintively. He wanted more, he wanted to eat out the little prick's boy fanny and then maybe more but he was awfully large for such a small framed boy and he knew it. Anyway, Mac was on the move, perhaps he was mind reading but he was making himself scarce.

The next day Ted went to his trailer for a break and to relax, Mac was out with his chaperone buying some clothes and Ted was rather grateful. Would the kid mention their get together to anyone or would he keep quiet. Ted knew Mac had led the field and had played the hustler and couldn't believe how he'd managed to fall for it. As soon as he opened the door he saw the big brown envelope on the floor just inside. Curious and anticipating something to do with the film in progress he ripped it open and a video tape fell out, wrapped around it was a single sheet of white paper.

THIS IS A COPY ONLY- AND DON'T EVER CALL ME KID AGAIN. Ted read it and with shaking hands fed the tape into his machine. Christ, he nearly shit himself and had a baby when the opening scene appeared. A grainy black and white of him on his knees in front of a boy and he was totally aware who the boy was although the kid kept his face away from the camera for most of it. The second portion showed the boy or the top of his head down on him and the explosive climax. It was clearly and very obviously him and not so clealy and not so obvious that the boy was Macaulay Culkin. Maybe a lab or one of the professional editors could bring the boy's image out better but he daren't risk that. As it was the film was sudden death to his career and most probably his freedom. The Good Son and Home Alone star had well and truly fucked him big time.

Three days had passed and Mac was on set with Ted every day, they maintained a frigid silence apart from when working and Mac was delighted to see that Ted had stopped calling him Kid. If anyone noticed their coolness they probably put it down to a star spat. After all Ted Danson was known as a prima donna and child stars are what they are. The filming had about two weeks to run and they were on programme but the general unspoken feeling was that the film was a turkey, this point of view excluded the Studio bosses, of course, who thought it was brilliant. Mac certainly thought it was a mediocre film but it was a vehicle for his style as a young smarty pants and it was more money in the bank or his trust fund . All the same it had been fun to get the better of someone like Ted Danson, complete payback for all the bullshit and condescending remarks and he was at last being called by him proper name.

The studio was still running an early start and early finish routine and Mac had yet another day with a missing chaperone. This woman had more days off than the Pope and he only worked at Easter and Christmas. Mac giggled at the bad thought, he was a catholic after all and shouldn't allow thoughts like that into his mind. Never mind, the Pope wasn't a mind reader and the important thing was that he was being 'minded' if that was the word by another low grade manager. This one like all the others totally unconcerned with his charge. After all what the hell could go wrong on an enclosed Studio lot, the mischief maker on film was quite a well behaved boy off screen. The afternoon wore on and Mac lay in the gloom of his trailer with the fan running, not very exciting but he had work to do and once satisfied he flopped out with the door locked again.

Mac had seen his editorial team pal again and in exchange for some batted eyelids and sultry looks had gleaned more information on his camcorder and what and what couldn't be done with it. He was particularly interested in remote control and timers and this young man who was called Paul was a genius. Mac had hinted at things with Paul but then drawn back at the last moment. A useful friend to have but not one to tell too much he decided.

Once naked which was the way he liked to be in private he lay out on his bed and gently toyed with his soft penis until he felt it begin to stiffen. Gazing at some publicity shots of Elijah Wood in swimwear taped up on the wooden clad wall he slowly moved his hand up and down until he felt himself at his max. Quickly jumping up he checked the door and that all the curtains were securely in place and dug into his own personal and private brief case, the one with the combination lock. He dug about in it and slowly slipped out a modest but meaty six inch dildo he'd found on his travels, a weird thing to find but you can come across anything in Wardrobe. Next out was the tube of gel and he was back on his bed. Propping up his favourite Elijah picture he lubed up the dildo and lay on his side trying to position his butt up with the mirrors he had set up. Satisfied at last he gave the red rubber appliance a final coating of lube and a smear onto his pucker and he was ready. He saw in the mirrors and felt it's smooth and slipperty length slide between his cheeks and relaxed. A slight pressure and he felt the stretching and nearly gave up at one point but the moudled head was inside him and now it was easier.

''Eli, Eli,' he moaned as he began his self fuck, concentrating on the photographs he worked it to and fro deeper and deeper, the thing was bigger than he'd suspected and he felt bloated and stretched far more than when Elijah had actually fucked him but by God it felt good. He moved it faster and wriggled around trying to keep his view and watch Elijah who, he was sure, looked down at him with a quirky and approving smile.

'Elijah,' he snarled and shoved the thing hard and felt the whole six inches slid into his greatly stretched ass. Quickly rolling onto his back and keeping the rubber object firmly in place he grabbed his straining and almost bursting cock wanking away like a mad boy. Seconds later he was rewarded by the now familiar surge and a splat of creamy juice shooting up and hitting him in the eye and on the nose, the second burst splashed onto his lips which he promptly licked and the remainded scattered down his body in spasmiodic spurts and driblets. With the dildo firmly in his gut he squeezed himself dry and lay there in the darkness and warmth lapping and licking his own spunk from his body. Not as nice as Elijah Woods but a nice light snack all the same. 'Oooh, Elijah my love,' he sighed and closed his eyes and slept.

Later in the evening Mac and his minder went to the cafeteria for their meal, the man was going off duty later and enquired if Mac was happy at being left alone.

'Yeah, I have to do some studying,' Mac gave the special grin that he knew melted grown men's hearts. 'I can watch TV later but I'll be in bed by ten at the latest.'

'Good,' the man smiled. This boy wasn't a stuck up brat neither was he an imp as he portrayed in the Home Alones, he just wished his own son was as well behaved. 'Sleep well, Mac.'

'I shall.' Mac gave the smile again and wandered back to his trailer. He saw the light was on in Ted Danson's but the fourty four year old so called star was probably in the bar with his cronies playing the life and soul of the party as he did. The night wore on and Mac eventually went to bed, he stripped off naked and had another shower, the evidence of his afternoon self abuse was stored away and he lay on his belly with just a white sheet over him. He'd had a busy day and cuddling the pillow he drifted off quite quickly. Tonight could be the night was his last thought as darkness claimed him.

He was deep in a dream which as usual contained Elijah and they were together in a four poster bed lightly oiled and sixty nining.

'I love you so much, Big Mac,' Elijah murmured around Mac's hard boy prong and kissed the slippery head before continuing his sucking.

'Aaaah,, Mac sighed and sucked Elijah's hairless scrotum stroking his lovers flawless butt cheeks. But something wasn't right, he felt a hand on his own tight little arse and Elijah.s hands were tickling his balls. 'Mmmm..' He slowly regained conciousness and the wonderful dream faded but there was still a hand on his butt. 'What the...'

'Steady on, Kid,' Ted Danson sneered pressing one hand between Mac's shoulder bladed pinning him to the bed and slowly stroking the boy's perfectly rounded and super smooth ass. It was twelve year old perfection, if Helen of Troy's face could launch a thousand ships , Macaulay's boy butt could launch the Sixth Fleet. Ted had been festering under the humiliation of the film and been awaiting his chance for some payback. He knew he was doomed, as long as an volatile and excitable boy had his own copy then he, Ted, was at risk. The old cliche that you may as well be hung for a sheep as a goat had flitted across his mind and finally settled and taken root. Fuck it, with Macaulay being let down by his chaperone time after time it was just a matter of picking his night and going for gold.

He'd done it and here he was, it was nearly ten and the lot was deserted and quiet, the nearest security guards were the other side of the site and only patrolled when they felt like it. He was alone in Macaulay Culkin's caravan and the boy was defenceless. Amazingly the trailer door had been left unlocked although Ted had a plastic card which would have opened up. He's stepped in and watched the youngster sleeping peacefully under his sheet and then he'd stripped and watched for a while jerking his fat dark skinned penis. How to go about it? He was going for the ultimate option, Mac's ass was grass.

He gently sat on the bed and ran his hand under the sheet feeling the smoothness and warmth of Mac's smooth legs slowly running his hand upwards to stroke and savour the jellylike orbs of flesh at his mercy. Almost tenderly he withdrew the sheet from the sleeping boy leaving him fully naked and so damn desirable in the dimmed light that he almost raped the kid on the spot but he needed Macaulay to feel and suffer. It was payback after all and not some sort of award giving. He kissed one smooth buttock and then the other and lightly ran his tongue up the kid's tight crack smelling the boy smell and almost tasting the boy hormones as his tongue wriggled and probed.

When Mac awoke he pressed him to the bed and slid one finger in deeply on his saliva and felt the tight little pucker before pushing in. Jesus, the boy's tight little ass opened up like a flower and he heard Mac groan and saw the kid clutch his pillow. Ted smiled, it had begun and already his penis was at full stretch and literally dripping spunk. Ted felt himself on top form and Mac was going to have it all, if the brat took it without too much whining he might even give the kid's stumpy little cock a good seeing to.

Mac clutched his pillow, he'd been expecting something like this maybe even anticipating but now it was happening he was frightened. He'd sucked Ted Danson and was well aware of how big the man was, bigger than the dildo he'd played with but then again the dildo had at least relaxed him and eased that important muscle. Unless some miracle happened in two or three minutes Ted was going to take him and there wasn't a lot he could do about it. He could start screaming and shouting but he didn't like to think of the consequences, a rough fuck could turn into a rape. The publicity would be good but what would happen to his career. If the fact that Danson fucked him got public everyone would want a slice and he had enough hints and proposals to fend off as it was, it seemed everyone in Hollywood was after a piece of child star ass.

Mac felt Ted's finger withdraw and steeled himself but nothing happened for a moment and then two fingers pushed at his exposed pucker but this was better, they were oiled and started to move in and out of his butt a damn sight easier than the one finger on saliva.

'I'm going to enjoy this,' Ted whispered and Mac cringed as he felt hot cock brush across his but leaving a trail of slime like a snail.

'My dad will kill you,' Mac tearfully threatened.

'That's if you tell daddy,' Ted spread Mac's legs and applied more oil and curiously enough Mac was getting used to it. The fingers were hitting his prostate and he was fully erect. It was a good job it was hidden from Ted or the man would have taken it as a sign that Mac liked being opened up. He closed his eyes, perhaps he did. He smiled slightly as he remembered the dildo, he'd liked that but Ted was bigger.

'Please, Ted... leave me alone, go away,' Mac tried for the last time knowing quite well the older man was going to fuck him but he had to go through the motions.

'You earned this, Kid,' Ted got between Mac's thin legs forcing them apart with his own. He kept the boy pinioned quite easily with one hand in the centre of his back and guided his hot and exceedingly hard cock to the button.

Mac gasped and bit the pillow actually tearing it as the pain hit him. He felt the pressure and then a stretching as if he was about to split. Ted grunted and pushed harder against the resistance and then Mac's tiny hole was forced open by Ted's swollen and well lubed and oozing knob. Ted paused he knew he was inside the boy by the feel of the hot flesh around him and the exquisite tightness but this was the beginning not the end. He pushed in further and Mac moaned as he felt the thick and hard flesh begin to fill his hole. Ted kept pausing and then pushing in a little which, at least, gave Mac time to adjust .

Mac was sweating so much that he was slippery and the bed was soaked but Ted wasn't going away. He was now moving his hips up and down working mnore and more of his thick seven inches of male meat into the boy helpless beneath him.

'This should put you off secret webcams,' Ted laughed hoarsely.

'Yeah,' Mac tearfully agreed and then bit the pilow again. It was feeling better now but he didn't need to let Ted know that, he gave another theatrical groan. Ted ignored him, he was moving faster now and feeding more and more of his fat penis up into the kid's sweet and smooth bottom. Sudddenly Ted grabbed Mac's slender hips and pulled upwards as he thrust in. There was an audible slap as his hairy belly met Mac's bottom.

'Oh Gawd,' Mac moaned as he was held at a half crouch and Ted began to fuck. It all started slow and ciivilised but soon changed as Ted speeded up and rooted hard and deep. Mac felt his teeth click as the much bigger body ploughed into him and he prayed for his tormentor to cum.

'You like this. You like this, bitch,' Ted slapped against Mac's butt pushing the boy away and then back again as he rammed home. Mac stiffened his arms to support himself which Ted took as a sign to go even harder but it couldn't last and they sealed at the end. Ted was in as deep as he could into Mac's slight body and his hot splashes and jets creamed into the tight hole slipping into Mac's body like a bore tide. Mac moaned as Ted still moved in and out on the slippery mess but he knew it was all over and he smiled slightly. His biggest yet

Ted slid free in a gush of stale cum and watched fascinated as his juices bubbled from Mac's now bruised and puffy hole. His cum slid down Mac's perimeum and then dripped onto the sheets.

'You bastard,' Mac fell onto the bed feeling the sore ache of his ass. 'Am I bleeding?'

'Of course not,' Ted bent over and kissed the boy's sweaty flanks and then flipped him over. Mac covered his eyes against the light and then scowled as he heard Ted quietly chuckle.

'What's so fucking funny?'

'You, reluctant boy,' Ted reached out and grasped Mac's boy cock, it was so hard it was like a steel pipe. Mac's glans was smeared with precum and straining like it was alive, the heat was incredible and Ted held it upright and ducked his head.

'Oh, my Gawd,' Mac grunted as he felt the wet warmth encompass his straining flesh and the gentle suction. Mac finally realised he was in a love/hate relationship with the man but whichever way he felt Ted sure could blow a boy.

Ted's tongue tickled the little pink glands now deep red and he moved the loose foreskin about in his mouth. Jiggling the kid's tight nuts in their taut sack he sucked and slurped until he heard Mac whine and then his mouth was full of creamy boy spunk. Mac seemed to squirt forever and Ted swallowed the lot. He'd never even fancied a boy or even contemplated having sex with one, certainly not one of twelve years old, a mere child but for the future... who knew?

'That's it then,' he stood and picked up his jeans. 'You're a nice tight screw, Kid.'

'Fuck you,.' Mac retorted with his limp and spent noodle stuck to his belly. 'I'll get you for this.'

'In your dreams, Kid,' Ted grinned and tugged his shirt over his head. 'I won't be doing this again... unless I'm invited that is,' he grinned his screen grin. 'Sleep well, Kid.'

'It's Mac or Macauley to you.'

'Sleep well, Mac,' Ted grinned and was gone.

Mac staggered from his sweaty and spunk smeared bed quickly locking the door. His next move was to shoot into the small toilet and dump what there was of Ted Danson in his gut. It was messy but a quick shower freshened him up a liittle. He quickly ripped the sheets from the bed and crammed them into one of the small cupboards and recovered his still running webcam from the the top of the wardrobe at the end of the bed.

After replacing the sheets he picked up his mobile and punched in a number he'd memorised.

'Yeah,' a young male voice answered.

'Paul, he did it.'

'The bastard,'

Mac sobbed trying not to laugh. 'I hurt.'

'Poor baby,' the voice the other end of the line belonged to a nineteen year old assistant trainee on the Editing Crew to whom he'd spoken to the other day. He'd unburdened himself to Paul with a long involved tale of Ted Danson being after him and Paul had swallowed it hook line and sinker. The fact that Paul was absolutely besotted with the twelve year old wasn't lost on Mac, this young man or youth was putty in his hands and he was cute. Paul was the image of a surge bum, long blonde hair down at shoulder length, exceedingly handsome and from what Mac had seen smooth, sunburned and mouth watering.

'Come round,' Mac whispered. 'I'm so sore.'

'On my way.' The phone went dead.

Ten minutes later Mac heard running footsteps and the door now unlocked was flung open. Paul dressed casually as usual in jeans cut off just under the knees and a scruffy workshirt open at the front down to the bottom button saw Mac laying on the bed in a white bathrobe emblazoned with his name clutching a small towel to his eyes.

'My asshole's so sore,' Mac whined and clutched to towel to his face nearly bursting into an uncontrolable giggle.

'Aw, shit,' Paul slammed the door shut and locked it showing some sense in spite of his anger. 'The bastard. We should call 911.'

'No, no,' Mac bleated. 'We can't have the publicity.'

'So, you're giving up?' Paul frowned taking in the remarkably tidy state of the trailer. Mac studied the youth, and grinned wanly. God, he was delicious, Ted must have given him a taste for the older types. One thing was for sure, if he could survive a seven inch Danson on the rampage he could survive Paul but that was assuming he didn't have eight inches between his legs. Mac nearly burst out laughing at the thought but he got a grip on himself, he was getting hysterical.

'I just want a bit of company,' Mac snivelled acting his little heart out.

'I'm here for you, bud,' Paul sat and stroked Mac's feet. This was the first time he'd acrtually touched the boy star who he thought might have been coming on to him a day or so ago, but no, the kid was only twelve for God's sake. That Danson guy needed crucifying. 'Did your amateur filming business work out alright?'

'Yeah, I think so,' Mac murmured. 'But I don't want my face seen.' he had skirted around the whole affair with Paul the previous evening talking 'what ifs' and 'maybe' and Paul had agreed to help[ him. Mac was pretty sure the nineteen year old had a crush on him and he was determined to use that for all it was worth. In fact, Mac already felt stirrings just seeing Paul's smooth brown chest peeping through the gap in his shirt and the bulk at the youth's crotch. Dare he?

'You've got to think about this shambles,' Paul smiled slightly. 'It's gotten out of hand.'

'Indeedy,' Mac stretched. and wriggled around. 'I think it's time to call it quits, cut and run.'

'Cut and run?' Paul was astonished after all that Mac had suffered.jesus Christ, Danson had given the boy a bj and then forced the kid to return the favour. He'd virtually raped poor Mac and now Mac wanted to forget it all.

'Well. you do have two films to edit and organise, in private of course.' Mac grinned. 'As long as you get rid of my face they just show Danson with a boy... gotta be worth something to you.'

'To me?'

'Well, I don't want them,' Mac smiled wanly. 'He won't be back and the film finishes in two weeks. As long as my face has gone and I can see that you can have them.'

'Thanks,' Paul grinned. 'Jeez, what he could do with two short films of Ted Danson in the nude and carrying out sex acts with an underage boy. The sky was the limit.

Mac smiled, his little plan was working to perfection, it was absolute serendipity coming across Paul and now he had one more use for the smooth young hunk. 'Paul, can I ask a favour?'

'Ask?' Paul got adventurous and bending over gently kissed Mac's tiny toes. Sorry,' he looked up red faced.

'No matter. I liked it,' Mac grinned wiggling his toes and feeling the situation going his way. 'You kiss nice.'

'Er...' The nineteen year old blushed even deeper red and to hide his face took the toes to his lips again. He stayed down and took Mac's big toe into his mouth and sucked the tiny nub, to make a meal of it he took all five toes into his mouth and gently sucked. Mac whined his pleasure.

'Aaaaw!' Mac moved a little managing to let his robe fall apart displaying his half hard boy cock laying down his thigh. 'Don't stop.'

'I won't,' Paul looked up and did a double take when he saw Mac's almost naked form fully on display. The shame of it, he groaned as he felt his penis begin to thicken and harden inside his jeans. 'Mac, this is sick but you really are tuuning me on big time.'

Good,' Mac replied calmly. 'You can check out my hole to make sure it isn't torn or anything, Danson's a donkey dick.'

'The bastard,' Paul cursed and ran his hand up Mac's smooth inner leg noticing that the boy didn't even flinch, in fact, he wriggled and almost purred. Perhaps the kid was cool with this messing around and that's all it was, boy on boy fun, nothing dirty. 'Hole, what hole?' He'd suddenly taken in what Mac had said.

'My a-hole,' Mac averted his eyes acting shy. 'I can't check it myself,' he added reasonably. He knew he could and he had, bend over in front of a mirror and look through your legs. You didn't need to be a brain surgeon and he knew exactly what his own bashed up and swollen ring looked like.

'OK,' Paul feigned reluctance. He pushed at his groin, his erection was on the verge of busting through his pants.

Mac gave Paul the full cheeky imp smile and throwing his robe aside shoved a pillow under the small of his back elevating his middle and raised his knees to his chest. He used to do this with Elijah and it was a great way to have sex, he hoped that Paul wasn't some sort of opvergrown freak in the cock department but for the moment...

'How's it look?'

Bruised and sore, no split though,' Paul gulped if anyone had told him a couple of days ago he'd be studying a twelve year old boy fanny from around a foot away he'd have died laughing. Nevertheless, there was Mac's little pucker red and looking very sore but not damaged other than that from what he could see.

'Put some salve on it,' Mac ordered and handed a small pot over.

'What?'

'Jeez, you are slow, Paul. It's sore, put some of this stuff on.'

'OK, whatever you say,' Paul uncapped and scooped some of the sweet smelling ointment out onto his index finger and gingerly smeared a smidgeon on Mac's hole which seemed to dilate as he touched it. 'Jesus...' he moaned and repeated the action spreading the salve around the affected area. Mac moaned and his pucker made little pouty movements. 'Is it alright, Mac?' Paul asked anxiously wishing he could go in the toilet and have a quick jerk off. Mac couldn't know what he was doing but the boy hole dilating and loosening was so erotic his hormones were about the blow through his skull.

'Put some inside,' Mac breathed slowly intently watching the beachboi. Poor Paul didn't know whether to fuck or suck, he needed some encouragement. 'Right inside, it's sore. Make little finger fuckies and work it in. Go on, it won't bite you.'

Jesus,' Paul moaned with embarassment and frustration as he slowly slid one finger into Mac and felt the boy's sphincter clamp on his finger. 'Jesus...' he moaned again as he felt Mac reach out and stroke his hair.

'You're very attractive, Paul,' Mac husked. The time was ripe and would the youth succumb to his undoubted charms. 'Quite beautiful,' Mac whispered and with a stretch his hand snaked down and grasped Paul's wrist holding his hand with extended finger firmly in place.

'Mac,' Paul husked. 'We shouldn't be doing this.'

'You know what a rider needs after a fall?'

'Get back on and try again,' Paul replied knowing exactly what Mac was about to say.

'You know what a boy who's been raped needs?'

'Not really,' Paul answered honestly.

'He needs a nice slow and loving fuck, with the emphasis on loving,' Mac spoke quietly and he grabbed Paul's brown neck and pulled the willing youth's face to his. Mac closed his eyes as Paul's lips met his, he didn't know if the youing man would go for it but he did and he opened his mouth as he felt Paul's tongue press against his teeth. Paul was over the moon, he's had a bit of a thing for the young Mac and imagined the kid would be knee deep in fans both male and female and here he was in a trailer in the middle of the night and Mac was laying out naked virtually begging for it.

Paul held Mac's hips as the boy's legs dropped and kised the slender and pale throat and kissed his way down onto Mac's pink miniscule little boy nipples.

'Get undressed, Paul. I want you inside me,' Mac rasped. 'I want you to do me, comprende.'

'Yeah,' Paul stood with a huge grin on his face and ripped his clothing off noting Mac's cock sticking up on his belly but he'd tend that later. For the moment the boy clearly had a need and he had one as well, fortunately they coincided.

Mac lay there and watched as his prize undressed. Smooth, well muscled and tanned breadbasket with a muscled and beautifully proportioned chest, Paul was a perv's vision. As he struggled out of his jeans Mac almost salivated as the young man's erection popped free and thankfully it was smaller than Danson's and probably about the same size as the dildo, a standard average six inch stiffy and that was just perfect. He felt himself tremble as Paul did a self concious pirouette displaying a tight and high riding bum, so tight and smooth that it looked like a much younger man's. Mac was determined to talk Paul into bottoming for him before the film was finished. As Paul approached the bed and knelt on the end Mac raised his knees to his chest again, this time he wanted it all, a full frontal with all the trimmings.

'Kneel,' Mac instructed and pointed out the spot.

'Aye, My Lord,' Paul bobbed a bow, smirked and knelt with his stiffness waving inches away from Mac's pucker smeared and gleaming with salve.

'Gently,' Mac crooned and smearing a handful of the slippery ointment on Paul's fever hot flesh guided it down to his hole. 'With love, Paul,' he reached out and caught Paul's neck bringing those sweet lips down to his again and at the same time Paul slowly entered his boy lover. It was done. Mac whinced as he felt Paul open him up but the older boy was slow and gentle fucking his way in intently looking for any sign of discomfort .

'I've died and gone to heaven,' Paul moaned as he felt Mac's slick fanny clutch him and the boy wrap his arms and legs around his body. Paul; had dreamt of moments like this and shrugged them off as an overactive and sick imagination but now it was happening for real. He wasn't just fucking an under aged boy, he was fucking the cream of the cream. He was fucking Macaulay Culkin and the boy star was loving it .

'You've only gone to heaven when you've sucked me,' Mac giggled and then looked serious. 'Harder, Paul. Fuck me...!'

Paul really was in heaven as he fucked his idol and Mac smiled content and happy as he felt Paul's thick cock plough into his still sore but well lubricated and well stretched boy cunt.

'Harder, lover, he muttered as he felt Paul near his climax and when it came it was a beauty. Paul must have lived in a jerk off free zone as and when he finally spunked it was like a tsunami, he felt as if his body was draining as he splattered and spurted into Mac's eager hole. Mac for his part lay there with a silly grin on his face as he felt the warm squirts into his body and Paul finally losing traction, start to soften and slip free.

The Danson thing was forgotten. He'd personally supervise Paul editing the tapes and make decent copies and then burn the originals. Paul could have the doctored ones but what he would do with them was anyone's guess. Perhaps they'd surface in years to come when the guy was broke or had even lost them but Danson would be recognisable and the abused boy would not and that was the main thing.

Revenge surely was a dish best served cold.

'That was incredible,' Paul moaned as he clutched his little lover. 'You know what my fantasy has always been,' he smiled, he was making it up as he went along but he was in love after all.

'Tell me, Surferboi,' Mac smiled.

'I've always had dreams about being well and truly fucked by a delicious boy actor called Macaulay Culkin, you may have heard of him.

'Sure have,' Mac grinned as Paul flopped onto his back and looked up at him. 'Sure have,' he repeated and bent down for a kiss as he felt Paul's legs rise.

THE END

I got carried away with this one a bit but I thought Mac needed a bit more proper loving than the give and take with Ted Danson (who I'm not very keen on)... hence the appearance of Paul. I liked Macaulay and was very disappointed when the took the long break after '94 basically over his mid teens. I was toying with doing something with him around the sixteen mark but that's just something in the mind. Elijah W. is an obvious partner and I'd like to have done one based on 'The Good Son' but that's been done on Nifty and done very well done too. Once again I have to apolgise to American readers if my young characters tend to speak English rather than American but that's my fault not theirs.

Butt for bum. Ass for arse. Kewl for cool, etc. It goes on and on and I really can't be bothered going as far as hood for bonnet, etc.

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