It's In the Script: New Jan 31

[Themarble]

A boy caught in a precarious position but he thinks he can create a fib to hide what exactly he was doing? In his state of her arousal I doubt it's hard to see what he was trying to achieve but I imagine the new comers to play into it? Perhaps more positions will have to be shown off? And Stian not wanting to expose what he thinks isn't already exposed will comply? I love this chapter!

[Trundle]

Haha I was expecting someone to walk in on Stian pleasuring himself but it was even more embarrassing and better than I hoped for.

Fair play to Stian for managing to come up with the exercises excuse so quickly but I have a feeling that won't wash with the young girl or Mrs Ginger. Can't wait to see where the story goes now.

[TeenFan]

It's In the Script
Part 25.


From his upside down viewing angle, Stian can't really tell how effectively his "explanation" is working. The girl holding the pizza boxes and Mrs.
Ginger are looking on perplexed, baffled, astonished. Perhaps not even the well-traveled Mrs. Ginger, who seems to have seen a lot of things in
her time, has laid eyes upon a boy held upside down on the floor while his dick is jammed into his mouth.

"You said I have to work on my exercises," Stian said, and fortunately for him his four floor exercise buddies have straightened him up higher and
his dick is no longer smacked up against his face but is now dangling and swaying above it.

Neither Stian's tutor/guardian, nor the new girl holding what is most likely the main portion of the group's dinner, respond to the statement.
They both are mesmerized by the swinging, fully engorged, very large penis hanging down over Stian's face and the hefty balls hanging down as
well, covering a good portion of the shaft. The dick is glistening all along the top third of the shaft and head, coated in saliva. A line of clear
and viscous liquid dangles from the head, a mixture of the saliva along with an oozing of precum. The line hangs down an inch or so and is quickly stretching, lengthening to a thin line with a shiny and reflective ball at the end. Stian looks upward toward his groin just in time to see the goop break off the end of his penis to plop down on the middle of his forehead.

"Ha Ha Ha... that is so freaking cool," the girl with the pizza boxes says. "Are you a circus performer? You don't look like one of the natives."

Finally somebody has something to say, and it's the young girl in the old-fashioned dress that has questions.

Mrs. Ginger takes a couple more steps forward. "Okay you guys, let's get Stian right side up. He looks like he's about to strain his neck, and then
I would be in some serious hot water."

As Mrs. Ginger and her little friend look on, Flambe, Sautee, Julienne, and Daisy help Stian get turned right side up, first lying down then sitting
up, and finally dragging the reluctant boy up to his feet. He has a visitor to meet, a young girl bearing pizza prizes.

With a fresh coat of sweat glistening all over his body, Stian brushes himself off. The hotel room's carpet has not been vacuumed in a while.
Daisy and Sautee take the time to assist in brushing lint and stuff off of Stian's backside, especially around the butt. Making note of this, Mrs.
Ginger has a strong suggestion.

"Everybody is going to wash their hands before anyone touches these pizzas. I should march the whole lot of you out to the swimming pool and
throw you in," and Mrs. Ginger takes the boxes from the little girl's hands, steps over to the dresser and places the boxes next to the tv set.

The girl, who was so kind as to carry the pizzas into the hotel room, stands there smiling, keeping her gaze down at Stian's still wet and hard dick.
Then she notices there is a second naked boy in the room. The naked twelve year old Flambe also stands among the group of kids, now covering
up his halfway hard dick, suddenly more bashful now that a girl he doesn't know made on unexpected entrance into the picture. What a plot
twist.

"Who are you," Daisy asks the girl. "We weren't expecting anyone else to show up."

"We haven't known what to expect ever since Stian showed up here," Sautee says. "It's not every day that we get to meet people who are going
to make a movie."

"And speaking of movie making," Mrs. Ginger butts in, "This is one of the co-stars of the movie. This is Barretta Bartlette."

Stian's eyes suddenly bug out of his skull. BARRETTA BARTLETTE!!...by gosh by darn it he knows that name. She was the star of the movie about
the mermaids. Barretta was the cute little 11 year old girl who got to suck face with the hunky teenage boy who caught her in the fishing net.
He didn't recognize her. After all she is wearing a cute dress instead of a fish tail. That movie had some controversy around it, since the young
actress played the part topless. And now this fairly well-known young movie actress is in the same hotel room with Stian, and Stian is standing
naked in front of her, wishing he at least had a tail to cover his exposed crotch with.

Miss Bartlette reaches out her hand. "How do you do. I hear you are the main male lead of this movie. I can't wait to see you in..umm...action."

[Trundle]

Brilliant chapter!

I assumed the girl was maybe just someone staying near there or perhaps a relative of Mrs Ginger, never would have guessed it's his future co-star. What a way to introduce himself to her

Cannot wait for more, fantastic.

[Themarble]

Really nice chapter I really liked everything in this. The precum. The way the characters walking into the scene were baffled and the way Stian is trying his best to play it off. All perfect. I can't wait to see what happens next. It's clear Stian is really aroused at this point. How much more can this boy take?

[TeenFan]

Stian is having to pretend the whole thing is normal and natural. Of course he would lose is shorts and do exercises in the room naked. Everyone
does that, right? I wonder what kind of award Stian should get for this. I'm thinking he should get the Oscar for "Best performance in a nude
exercise video", especially if the video has him doing jumping jacks to the song "Jumpin' Jack Flash" by the Rolling Stones...."It's a gas, gas, gas..."

[TeenFan]

It's In the Script
Part 26.


Stian can't believe the lucky break. When he signed his name to the movie contract it was still unknown who the other main actors were going
to be. Still seemingly impossible and unbelievable, the actress chosen to be Stian's co-star is none other than the cute and adorable girl
from the Mermaids movie. Getting to work with such a well-known and popular up and coming actress should be a huge boost to Stian's chances
of attaining acting stardom, if only this first meeting wasn't under such strange and far-fetched circumstances. Stian wasn't happy about it, but he
had kinda gotten used to being naked in front of Mrs. Ginger. The four other kids in the room have been looking at Stian's naked body for a while
now, but nothing can match the previously unimaginable level of awkwardness and unease which Stian feels upon meeting one of his acting idols.
Meeting Barretta Bartlette when the girl witnessed his upside-down self-sucking is the epitome of embarrassment, it's mortification to the max.
If this was a vampire movie, Stian would be tempted to jab the wooden stake into his own chest.

Miss Bartlette is holding out her hand, waiting for Stian to respond. Flambe and his two sisters, plus Daisy, are looking on spellbound. These kids
are so excited to meet a "real actor", and they just can't wait to introduce themselves, but Stian has to get the ball rolling, and Stian is wondering
if Miss Bartlette is gazing down past his own offered hand, staring at his big boner and dangling balls. Stian grabs hold of the actress' hand and he shakes vigorously, perhaps a tad too dramatically. He's not on stage right now, doesn't have to overexaggerate physical motions so the people in
the audience can see it.

"Well, aren't you going to say something?" Mrs. Ginger prods, as sometimes even experienced stage actors can freeze up or forget what line comes
next.

"I'm so pleased to make your acquaintance, your highness," Stian says, his mind slipping back in time to pull up a line from a play he once was in
where he played a dashing young soldier meeting a Princess. "May all that travails thee be swiftly put to rest." The funny thing about the phrase is so far all the trials and tribulations have been heaped upon Stian.

Miss Bartlette giggles, but she maintains her grip with Stian's hand. The other kids are perplexed by the strange greeting that just came out of
their friend's mouth.

"Oh that is just so sweet of you to say, noble sir," and the actress shows her skills in improvisation by changing the position of her hand so that
the noble sir may kiss the hand.

Knowing he's now stuck in a part he put himself into, Sir Stian the Naked Knight bows to the Princess, and then coming up kisses the royal hand.

As soon as Stian steps back, the four other kids come rushing in to greet the actress from the Mermaids movie and other recent guest performances on Disney Channel shows. Stian is happy to take a back seat, happy to have the attention off of himself. Stian looks around the room. He can't
see his suitcase anywhere. Maybe it got put into the closet, but to get there would cause him to squeeze through the throng greeting Miss
Bartlette. The shorts Stian was wearing are still on the floor, but those are cut up and useless. There is nothing to put on...oh wait, there is the
speedo that Flambe was wearing that was on the floor by the bathroom door...wait it not there, it's back on Flambe and Stian didn't even see the
boy run over there to retrieve his swimsuit. And speaking of bathroom door there is something that just might work. Stian quietly slips away from
the group, stepping over to the bathroom. Yes, there is another towel hanging on the wall. Stian wastes no time grabbing the towel and wrapping
it around his waist. At least he is somewhat presentable enough to rejoin the others.

For ten or fifteen minutes Miss Bartlette answers the questions that are tossed at her. Turns out all the kids in the Bahamas have seen the Mermaid
movie, and even though she was a member of the supporting cast, the main mermaid being an actress of around eighteen years old, the character played by Miss Bartlette was easily everyone's favorite. Stian thought the movie was just "Okay", nothing special, but for sure the best part of the movie was the tantalizingly brief glimpses of Miss Bartlette's bare chest. The shots of the girl partway out of the water, her nipples briefly visible,
were not shot close up. Her underwater swimming shots got much closer, but with the speed the girl could glide through the water with her
mermaid tail, her chest was just a blur as her body moved across the screen.

The part of the Mermaid movie that had Stian adjusting himself in the crotch area was when the little mermaid was caught in the fishing net.
The well tanned and muscular teenage fishing boy had to use a knife to cut a hole in the net after it was hoisted up. The boy had to cut the net
but not slice the mermaid, who was mostly unable to move...and dang it, each time the camera zooms in one of the sections of fish net covers
the mermaid's nipples. How many times did they have to shoot that scene to not have the nipples of the actress appear on screen in closeup.
After being freed from the net, the little mermaid swims back and when the teenage boy kneels down along the boat's rail, the mermaid springs
up out of the water, wrapping her arms around the boy. At first he was startled, but when the creature of the sea starts kissing him it doesn't take long till his hands start moving all over her upper body, again obscuring any good shot of the girl's chest.

Flambe, escorting the actress over to the main bed to sit down, is the one to ask Miss Bartlette what it's like to be on screen while topless.
Again, that kid is so fearless. Stian wouldn't have had the courage to bring that up.

"My mom is from France, on the Mediterranean. Every summer we go to the beaches and nobody has any clothes on. I'm just used to that, so
I had no problem with wearing just a tail and no top. The makeup people, those guys were real sweet to me. I had to sit for an hour in the chair
each day getting my hair just right and the makeup had to be put on every inch of my tummy and chest...to prevent glare. And then I can't walk, not with my legs turned into a tail, so this super cute boy who was so strong named Marcello got to carry me around. He spent half the time
looking down at me instead of where he was going but that's okay. I didn't mind it as long as he didn't get my head bumped on a boom...that's the pole the microphone is attached to."

Stian is familiar with booms and microphones and sitting in a makeup chair, so the whole conversation is only half interesting. Imagining being
the makeup guy putting the non-glare flesh-colored powders and creams all over Miss Bartlette's body, getting a good look at her lovely torso and
seeing the beginnings of the development of her tits, and seeing them on a daily basis, well thinking about that got some movement going under
the towel Stian has wrapped around his hips. With the actress chatting away answering questions, Stian can now tell that the girl does look
older than she did in the Mermaids movie. She must be twelve now and there are some definite signs of mounds rising up under the top of her
red polka dot dress. It's a barely perceptible rise, but the girl is no longer flat chested like when she played a mermaid.

The talk turned to the movie Miss Bartlette signed on to make here in the Bahamas.

"What is your character like in this movie?" Daisy asks.

"I'm this little rich kid. We are out on a fishing trip in the Islands on a boat my daddy rented. Now Stian over there...I can tell he's shy it's so
cute...he plays the son of the boat's captain. He's the one who saves me when the boat sinks..." but then the actress pauses as she continues to
look over at Stian. "Mrs. Ginger, are you sure that casting got the right person. The leading character is described in the book and the script as
being extremely fit with muscles like a gymnast...you know from having to yank up nets all day and moving crates of fish...Now I hate to say this
but Stian looks a little ordinary."

Stian is stunned. Miss Bartlette just called him unathletic and ordinary. The words sting, but he can't really argue with her. Stian is probably
more athletically gifted than the girl realizes, but when looking at himself in the mirror, Stian knows the amount of muscle that shows on his body
is...well...ordinary for a fourteen year old boy.

Mrs. Ginger speaks up to defend Stian. "Getting a stronger looking body is on the list of things to work on. Don't worry, Miss Bartlette, he will
be on a rigorous workout program. I have the list of goals that Mrs. Flanders wants Stian to do during the preparations to become the character.
Stian will have muscles rippling under his smooth skin. I guarantee it."

It's nice of Mrs. Ginger to stand up for him, but Stian suddenly feels he must stand up for himself. "I can do fifty pushups. I was just getting
started on my working out when you barged in here without knocking."

"That was some interesting stretching you were doing. What exercises were you about to do when I interrupted you? I hear you were doing dares."

"I was gonna do the usual ones," Stian says. "Pushups of course, and situps and jumping jacks."

Miss Bartlette suddenly sits up straighter on the bed, fluttering her eyes and she smiles. Stian doesn't like the look. He's seen that look a couple
too many times on the faces of the three girls he's been hanging out with this afternoon. Nothing good ever follows when a girl gets that sly
and devious expression.

"How about another dare for Stian. I dare him...right now...to do his exercises he just mentioned, and if that towel he has on falls off...well, he
just has to finish working out until he is finished. But if the towel stays on...he gets to stay wrapped in the towel and I will give him a kiss."

What a proposal, do the exercises that Stian claimed to be starting when the actress came into the room. If he can keep the towel from slipping
off he will be rewarded with a kiss from the little mermaid actress. Never before has Stian thought he would be doing a lip-lock with a famous
Disney actress. But if the towel slips off...

The actress has already seen him naked, so what's to lose if he loses the towel. "Okay, I'll do it," Stian says, and he steps away from the wall near
the bathroom door and he moves to a familiar spot in the room, the middle of the room. The three girls and Flambe politely applaud, showing
their appreciation by shouting out encouraging words as they are being treated to a surprise encore performance.

[Themarble]

I liked this chapter a lot. Shame that Stian got covered up but I doubt it will stay for long!. I would love to be able to cast some sort of magical spell that'd drop it. Perhaps he barely makes it and while getting a kiss his dick wakes up from it's flaccid slumber to remove the towel itself. Plus his suitcase? Where is it? Does this boy no longer have any clothing? One can hope!!!

[TeenFan]

I wonder if Miss Bartlette has any unclothed scenes in the movie script. A girl saved by a boy from a sinking fishing boat. I doubt they would
have time to grab much in the way of clothes or supplies.

[TeenFan]

It's in the Script
Part 27.


Stian was mentally kicking himself as soon as he blurted it out..."I can do fifty pushups."

It was an unwise move. Miss Bartlette had just body shamed him, calling him ordinary looking, not at all like a gymnast. Earlier in the day,
when Mrs. Flanders was in the room, Stian had shown his level of fitness by getting down and knocking out pushups. He can't remember how many
he did, but it probably wasn't fifty. This isn't as bad as the actor Paul Newman blurting out in the movie "Cool Hand Luke" that he could "Eat fifty
eggs", but promising he can do fifty pushups was foolhardy, and Stian has a feeling he will regret saying it.

Mrs. Ginger looks pleased that Stian is taking the directive from the director seriously, the one about looking fit like a young Tarzan. Miss Bartlette
is pleased to challenge Stian's braggadocious remark and will make him prove it. The four other kids are pleased about being able to watch Stian
entertain them one more time.

Stian, thinking more clearly now, knows he's set himself up badly, again. He's wearing a towel around him, but the challenge is will the towel stay
on? Three different exercises is a lot and if the towel falls off, he must go on without it.

"Uh, how do you want me to do this?"

"Start with the fifty situps, then you do the fifty pushups, and finish up with the fifty jumping jacks," Miss Bartlette says, and she motions for the
four kids to take seats next to her on the bed to watch the show.

Okay, so now Stian knows in what order he has to do his set of three exercises. He grabs his towel to give it a tightening.

"Take your hands off that towel. Your challenge has already begun, so you can't touch your towel."

Darn it. That little girl is being unreasonable. Stian had hastily wrapped the towel around himself. He didn't suck in his tummy the way one does
to put a towel around tightly. Stian won't be running around, but he has to do jumping jacks. Jumping jacks are last...maybe the knot on the towel
will last. Stian carefully sits down on the floor, and he lays back on the rug. He lies stretched out and he looks over at the "Princess" sitting in the
royal box of the theater, surrounded by her entourage. All that is needed to make the scene perfect is the "Princess" holding up antique opera glasses.

Stian raises himself up and he bends over to touch his toes.

"No, no, no." Mrs Ginger says. "Bend your knees and do them properly. And feet facing toward the bed."

Bent knee situps are harder than the other type, more strain on the tummy and the towel is partway raised up around his legs. And Stian has to
shift his body so that the front of his legs are toward the onlookers on the bed. Why is that part of the deal? After doing several situps, the towel slips down from up near the knees, sliding down to mid-thigh. Stian finds he can't keep his knees together. He never considered his knees position doing situps before. It didn't matter until now. What matters now is each time he sits up his legs keep wanting to spread apart. There is a huge
gap in the towel and the kids on the bed can see Stian's balls and the head of his dick. When Stian comes up he can look over his knees, and looking down he can see almost all of his boy parts, and if he can see them then the others can see them. Flambe is keeping the official count..."twenty...
twenty-one...twenty-two..." Stian looks at Miss Bartlette and the girl is leaned forward, staring intently as she is getting the most direct view of
Stian's sack, seeing its slight movements as the situps continue. Stian can feel something else starting to stir down there. His dick is swelling.
Each time his head reaches the apex of the situp, and looking downward, his dick is getting larger and more visible. He can't help it, the getting hard. Every time that cute and pretty actress girl looks at him he gets more excited, and that girl is staring intently right between his legs. It's as
if his dick appreciates having an audience and it wants to do its own "Standing Ovation".

The situps are finished. Normally, Stian would lie there for a moment and catch his breath, but not in his current position. Stian gets up and he
makes note of the level of looseness of the towel. It is looser, just a little looser. The bigger issue is Stian's dick pushes outward, tenting the
towel.

"Oooh, it looks like we have another guest arriving," Saute says.

"Is pitching tents part of the exercise?" Mrs. Ginger chips in, as that woman seems to have a knack for perfectly timed sarcastic remarks.

The next part of the exercise isn't camping, it's the pushups. Stian turns his body, not facing toward the bed but more toward the bathroom door
and he gets down on his hands to stretch out his body into the pushup position. Pushing up will be the main exertion of this exercise, but the
towel is pushing down toward the floor, assisted by the erected tent pole. Stian begins knocking out the pushups and Flambe keeps the count.

"Stian did pushups earlier," Mrs. Ginger announces. "It was just me and Mrs. Flanders in here at the time. He did thirty-five pushups. How many
can he do now before his arms give out? I think the boy has bitten off more than he can chew."

Stian's form on the pushing up was good up until pushup number thirty. Now it's a struggle, and Stian's body is no longer straight but getting a bit
twisty and squirmy, and Stian can feel the towel loosening. Stian makes it to thirty-eight when his shoulders and triceps muscles start to burn.
He does two more and he stops in the upraised position.

"I don't think I can do any more," Stian says, and he does look pooped. Sweat is rapidly beading on his forehead.

Sautee suddenly slips off the bed, saying "I got an idea." The girl steps over to stand directly in front of Stian, looking down at him. Next thing she
does catches everybody by surprise. She gets down on the floor, sitting down. Then she slides her body forward, her legs going underneath Stian's body. Sautee keeps sliding under and moving down until her crotch is directly beneath Stian's face. Sautee's legs are straight together, and she straightens her body out and she lies down and gets motionless, her arms at her sides.

"This should be better for him to look at than the carpet."

It truly is a much better view than the dull hotel room carpeting. Sautee's bikini bottom is form fitted tightly to the girl's groin and the pubic
mound is prominent and barely concealed.

"Come on, finish your pushups," Sautee tells the stunned boy propped up in the pushup position above the lower half of her body.

Stian wastes no time in going back to his pushups. He needs to do ten more to complete this phase of the workout program. But first he glances
over at the gallery of gawkers, and over there they all seem shocked at this development, especially Sautee's younger sister Julienne. Julienne
has her mouth wide open and her eyes bugged out. Sautee offering her most intimate female charms as an incentive to induce more pushups is a
most unexpected move, even if such charms are technically covered up by a strip of cloth.

The first part of doing a pushup is first going down...and as Stian goes down his face moves down toward Sautee's bikini bottom. Stian doesn't hear
the countdown from Flambe. He is only aware of how each time he comes down for the next pushup his face, his mouth keeps getting closer and
closer to the promised land. Partly because he is exhausted, and partly using that as an excuse, Stian on the next downward motion presses his
face right into Sautee's bikini clad crotch. Stian's nose and mouth push into the girl's bikini, and he can sort of feel where the slit is below the
mound. Stian can smell chlorine. That would be from the swimming pool, obviously, but underneath that is another scent never smelled before,
a scent that must signify that pussy is somewhere near. Without the thin material of the bikini bottom, Stian's mouth would be coming down
right on her little valley. On top of it all, it's suddenly gotten even warmer in the room. Droplets of sweat fall from Stian's brow to fall onto
the bikini bottom. If Sautee is seeing that she is ignoring it.

"Come on, Stian. You can do it," Sautee encourages. "Daisy helped give you some motivation earlier when she jiggled her tits at you...when you
were having trouble getting it up."

"Only three more to go," Flambe announces.

Three more pushups on arms that shimmy and shake, all the while Stian is aware of the throbbing and pulsing thing tucked in the towel. No
problem getting it up at the moment. With the slowdown of his motions, Stian is more aware of the motions of other parts of his body besides his arms and aching back. He now feels the towel has loosened up even more. All that squirming and up and down movement, it's almost like a
fucking motion, and now the towel brushes itself against Sautee's legs when he comes down. Several times he felt the end of the towel getting caught on the toes of the girl's feet. She isn't trying to grab the towel with her toes, is she? As Stian comes down on top of her the towel hanging down, pushed downward by his penis poker, drapes across Sautee's lower legs and feet. Stian can feet the tip of the dick poking the girl on the
knees. Several times Stian feels his hard cock touch the legs, and on the last downward motion for the last pushup Stian feels much less resistance
to what essentially is a downward thrust. Sautee must have moved her legs apart. Starting to come back up, Sautee's legs come back together
again, her knees slamming on either side of Stian's downward pointing boner. Sautee has Stian's dick caught between her legs, and he has to come
back up one last time to finish the last pushup.

This must be finished or Stian will collapse on top of the girl. His arms won't take any more, they're trembling. Stian pulls his hips upward, pulls
his penis out from the girl's leg grip. This wasn't motivation. This was a planned sabotage.

"That's fifty," Flambe shouts out, and everyone claps and cheers the great achievement.

Stian has to get up now and he has a girl under his body. He gives some attention to the towel. It's looser but still hanging on. The knot is still in place. Stian backs up a little and he gets on his knees, which are on either side of Sautee's feet. Slowly getting up, Stian stands up all the way and he looks over at Mrs. Ginger, who is giving him a big thumbs up. He did it. He really did fifty pushups. That's way more than the number he could
achieve in PE class, and more than the thirty-five he did earlier that day. And just as Stian is beaming a big smile, looking at Miss Bartlette and
her new gaggle of groupies, the towel around his waist, without any warning, falls down. The towel just slips down to land on Sautee's feet.

Stian looks down at the towel around his ankles, sees the feet covered up by the towel, and he follows the legs attached to those feet. Stian pans
upward with his eyes until he sees the smiling "mission accomplished" expression on Sautee's face.

"Ahhh...that's a shame. You lost your towel," the shameless Sautee says.

The kids on the bed are all staring at the pulsating penis as it literally throbs up and down. The first time Stian showed them his erection, he had
to work hard to get it up, and almost failed. This time the group sees it throbbing and hard, getting that way all on its own without having to
be jerked on. The worst part is Miss Bartlette is there to see it. Granted, she did see it before when she came in, but she was distracted by
everyone else gathered around the nudie boy wonder. Then further distracted during the meet and greet with those in the room. Miss Bartlette
has her lips pursed, a sign she is thinking about something, something big and important no doubt. As soon as the towel fell from Stian's hips, a
louder round of cheering erupted in the room, another round of clapping with hoots and hollers thrown in. If there are guests in the adjoining
rooms there might be some noise complaints lodged with the front desk.

One more shout goes out, added to the cacophony of noise in the hotel room, and this is from Flambe the official counter.

"Jumping Jacks. The last exercise is Jumping Jacks."