Jungle Boy

Jungle Boy 5

by GGDC

Author's Note: This is a tale of a young exhibitionist in Hollywood and his utterly improbable adventures in the movie business. It is set a couple of decades in the future when research and vigorous public health measures have eradicated STD's, and social norms have evolved along trends visible today. It is the fifth and final installment in the saga of actor Jason Eberly.

It contains graphic descriptions of the male human body and of sexual activity between adult males, the youngest of whom is twenty years old. It depicts scenes of consensual and non-consensual sexual activity, bondage and submission. The tale refers briefly to the ancient Greek myth of the Trojan youth Ganymede, celebrated in art and poetry as one of the four great paramours of Zeus. He would have been about fourteen or fifteen years old.

The use of words or terms like 'boy', 'teen', 'youth', 'lad', etc, are to identify gender only and do not mean that the characters are underage.

If any of this would offend a reader, proceed no further. This is not intended for persons younger than an age where they may freely and legally select their reading matter in whatever jurisdiction that applies.

It is offered for entertainment. Much of what follows is light-hearted, some a little less so. This last tale in the saga is less dark than its predecessors. If it manages to both amuse and to provoke prurient interest, it will have succeeded in its aim. Writing this tale has been the most fun the author has had wearing clothes in a very long time. Well, since parts one, two, three, and four.

It is entirely fictional, with no resemblance intended to any person living or dead. Occasional references by characters to well-known motion pictures and actors and others in the movie business are simply to lend verisimilitude to a tale about persons in show business. None of the real people mentioned in passing is in any way part of the tale. Neither the author nor any of his heirs or assigns has any connection whatsoever to the movies except as fans.

Before you ask, this is the last installment in the saga. I really don't know where I could take him from here. Also, each new tale requires so much more recapitulation than the previous one that it gets in the way of the story line. I typically try to weave the exposition of the background into conversations and interviews or in asides to the reader. I don't want to start with a dry as dust summary of 'what has gone before'. Also, in this final tale, I have tried to tie up all the loose plot threads from the earlier tales. As a voracious reader myself, I don't like loose ends. I thought I owed it to my readers, however few.

Like the character Ganymede, cupbearer to the gods of Ancient Greece whom he plays in the last movie described in this saga, I would like to think that Jason Eberly lives on eternally youthful, to the extent my poor prose or any writer's can keep a character alive in the minds of readers or on the pages of a book. I have enjoyed my time with him, discovering his tale. Yes, I really mean discovering, because I myself did not know, as I started each tale, just where it was going or how it would end. I wrote them to find out. I never plot out my stories, I just let them flow from the keyboard, as it were. I hope you too look on my young protagonist as someone you yourselves would like to meet or even to be. As his creator, I certainly do.

All rights reserved.

Chapter 1 Late Night Show

Jason, listened excitedly as the announcer introduced him as the next guest on a popular late evening show.

"Tonight's guest is a young Hollywood star whose breakout success in the last three years dates from his very first appearance on our broadcast. A big round of applause for Jason Eberly."

Jason stepped through the curtain, nodded to the studio audience, tossing his blond locks, and took his seat on the couch across the desk from the host of the long running show, talk-meister Hal Browder.

Browder usually launched right into the confrontational style that had made him rich and famous. This time he smiled benignly at the slender young man next to him and directly addressed the studio and movie audiences.

"Everyone knows that on this show we like to puncture the balloons of celebrities who are just too full of themselves, of which there is no shortage in this town certainly, folks who need taking down a peg. I admit that we took the same tactic with young Jason here in the first of his three appearances on our show. I would like here and now to say that I am sorry if we made you squirm a bit there on camera, Jason, but you have to admit that ultimately it was the making of your career. Wasn't it?"

The young actor grinned ruefully. What Browder called making him squirm was nothing less than outing him on national television. Jason had already made four moderately successful pictures wearing skimpy costumes like a G-string and feathers for a picture of high adventure set in the Amazon rain forest. The hungry young actor was willing to go before the camera wearing very little or even nothing at all. It helped that he was something of an exhibitionist.

Browder had revealed that Jason frequented a notorious nudie beach and kept in shape by running cross country -- bare foot and bare ass no less-- on trails in the clothing-optional state park nearby. Having titillated his audience, Browder then turned up the screws when he mentioned that candid photos of Jason's training regime showed he had no body hair anywhere on his trim physique, not even at the um... fork of his legs. Why had he permanently depilated all hair from the neck down, Browder had inquired, then sprung his own headline grabbing answer.

"Why? Isn't it because you're a shameless bottom boy, a little pussy-boy faggot? And before you answer, look at some of these photos, which we cannot show on TV, but which are being posted to our website even as we speak."

Jason had been sure that at nineteen he was finished in the movie business. Actually he had won the sympathy of much of the audience. Jason's sheer physical beauty made it easy to forgive him any lapses. The young man was a compact blond bombshell standing only one-inch over five and a half feet (170 cm) and just 126 pounds (57 kg). Jason's physical beauty and athleticism made him a standout. Being outed as gay was no real surprise to many of his fans who had either suspected or hoped it was true. Although not very tall, his body was incredibly toned, taut, and trim with a surprisingly muscular upper storey for a runner. Add in pretty boy good looks, killer abs and an all-over tan, he was poetry in motion. The camera loved him. Directors often used slo-mo shots to show off Jason's athleticism and raw animal appeal.

Jason's build was the evolutionary ideal of the lean frame of man the primitive hunter who stalked or ran his prey down on the open savannah. Primitive man was a natural runner but with enough upper body strength to drive a spear into the heart of a two ton beast. That was Jason: muscle, bone, sinew the perfect physique between the extremes of the overweight and the bodybuilder. In face and form he was like one of illustrator Oliver "Zach" Frey's boys come to life, perhaps a little thinner, though just as cute.

"On our second interview, after your first monster hit, we partially made up for that bit of humiliation by tagging you with the nickname that everyone calls your actor persona: Jungle Boy. [enthusiastic applause] Here you are--six pictures later, four of them in the hugely successful Jungle Boy series. How about giving us, myself, my crew, and our writers too a round of applause from you?"

Chuckling, Jason complied. The man had a point after all. JB1 was a remake of an old movie about a white man in Africa stripped naked and given a chance to run for his life. In that one, Jason's young colonial administrator was chased half-way across French Equatorial Africa. No coy camera angles either. The camera showed everything from front and back, no obscuring vegetation or strategically placed boulders, the full monty. JB2 had the young actor as an ex Navy SEAL on a mission of revenge closing in on his foe wearing a brief loincloth and armed only with a K-bar. JB3 was Jason's sarong picture, because the only garment in his wardrobe was a colorful sarong which he wore for about half his scenes. The rest of the time, whether pearl diving, windsurfing, and in captivity found him entirely naked. JB4 was a film noir masquerading as a pirate movie, with Jason's secret agent spying out the hidden anchorage of the buccaneers, clad this time in an even briefer loincloth than in JB2, that is when he had anything on at all. He was nude for his two swimming scenes and especially for his notorious rape by the pirates.

"Your latest couple of pictures were a real change of pace isn't that so Jason?" [nod]. "First you played a sympathetic Billy the Kid in a Western shoot-em-up and then, in a contemporary setting, you were a vicious killer in a remake of that old movie about an unscrupulous fortune hunter."

Scripted with an explicit gay angle the plot showed how his character seduced a rich young man into agreeing to marriage, then killed him when the young heir discovered the truth. He then took up with the heir's younger brother...

"You did a hell of a job on that one, disproving any lingering skeptics who thought all you were was a pretty face."

Actually a famous director had once dismissed the young actor with the memorable phrase: "Blond boy, pretty face, killer abs, nice ass with talent to match". He later graciously reversed that severe judgment.

"Of course we all know our guest's compelling personal story of privation and captivity."

Jason had been kidnapped no less than three times, first by revolutionaries seeking a ransom of five million dollars. The second time, Jason fell into the clutches of an oriental potentate who turned him over to slave trainers with orders to break his will and transform him into a docile sex slave. Finally he was kidnapped by the leader of a mad cult on Haiti combining voodoo and Maoist political ideology who used him sexually in every conceivable way and came close to cutting his heart out as a sacrifice to their pagan gods.

Jason became famous as the young man whose character and grit had seen him through it all. His plight got through to his first captor, a tired revolutionary ashamed finally of the tortures he had had inflicted on the boy to pressure the studio into paying up fast. He had come to see Jason as very much like the young man his own sons might have become, had they lived. Don Vasquez eventually shot his charismatic leader and freed the young man to return to his life and career, a gesture that eventually led to national reconciliation. Next, Jason was rescued from the Sultan of Zuqaat by a team from Marine Force Recon aided by Jason's lover, ex-marine Hank Altobello. Also in the rescue party was Navy corpsman Johnny Simpson a gay sailor who later became their friend and lover. The third tme on Haiti involved both Hank and Johnny plus Jason's pal and bodyguard Danny Wilson, fellow runner and bed mate too. All three lovers took part in the mission. Jason's real life adventures rivaled those in his movies.

Jason had also faced real privation in other ways. He stayed in character on the African picture remaining naked throughout the shoot just like the young man he portrayed. He had reasoned that this would inspire his performance, as indeed it did. His deliberate 'mortification of the flesh' had given him a much better understanding than the scriptwriters ever had about the plight of a young white man runnning naked in the jungle. You really got a different perspective living naked and barefoot in the boondocks.

His feet, though toughened from a couple of years of running barefoot, took a beating. He had stepped on rotting logs, stones, shells and glass earning sixteen stitches and half a dozen stubbed toes. He had bruised his ass on a split tree trunk and got a splinter in the other cheek from a crate. Once he sat down on a rough rock ledge and caught his balls in a vice then rocked back and forth in agony holding himself till the pain subsided, with the crew looking on with expressions of polite concern.

He came thorugh a lightning storm, several encounters with snakes, other injuries, a near drowning in a river crossing, and a heartbreaking incident when he ran headlong through elephant grass leaving him badly slashed. The next day he forced himself to finish that scene. His performance was utterly convincing. Studio cameras and amateur video recorded his experiences. Much of this footage was included in the customary 'Making Of...' video.

Jason had even saved a fellow actor felled by heat stroke. Luckily Jason was on hand to counter the notion advanced by ignorant members of the crew that the thing to do was to covering the victim with a blanket and 'make him comfortable'. That really would have killed the man. With heat stroke you have to get core body temperature down fast with ice or cool water if you have it or even by pissing on the victim. With no time to lose and not inclined to argue anyway Jason simply dragged the man into a nearby stream, fending off two bigger men who came at him with a stick and tried to stop him. They weren't going to take orders from 'some bare ass pansy faggot'.

During the incident, the camera kept rolling and the resulting video was startling. It showed little Jason Eberly, all of 128 pounds and stark naked, dragging a man who outweighed almost two-to-one for 150 meters while fending off 'rescuers' who outweighed him more than three-to-one, and one of them had a stick, and he used it. Jason dropped them with well-placed kicks, having learned savatte for his role. Jason was a genuine hero. The incident and the dramatic video sealed the young actor's bond with the crew. You had only to watch it to see a small naked youth become a man. Maybe Jason was flighty and naughty, and you couldn't keep him in a pair of pants, but the kid had grit.

Amateur video showed that he had not gone all Hollywood nor developed a bad attitude. Just the opposite. On location he did his own scut work, got his hands dirty, dug holes for his own bodily waste and covered it each time with earth to keep down odors and flies so as not to offend others. He readily dug latrines for others who were busy setting up while he had nothing to do but wait. Away from camp they too needed a place to take a dump. Why sit idly by just because he was the 'star'? Between takes they didn't need him, and he didn't look much then like a movie star anyway. Small in stature, slender, naked, hairless, sweaty, dusty, slapping at bugs, he bent to his task more like a native servant boy than one of the movie crew. There wasn't a phony or arrogant bone in his body. His character, courage, and accomplishments has won him universal respect.

"I'm betting that your convincing performance as a killer owed something to the fact that you have actually killed three men that we know about." Browder continued.

Seeing the Sultan shoot Hank in the chest, Jason had struck him with a last ditch move that felled him instantly. Luckily Hank was OK thanks to body armor. Jason took out the high priest with a machete. The arrogant priest had killed many men with a blade before but none was armed, and Jason had trained with a sword master for his movie role.

"In fact all of you, you and your lovers have all killed their man. Isn't that true?"

With their pictures displayed one by one on the big studio screen he related Hank's combat record and the way he took out a sentry in Zuggat and several hostiles in Haiti. Johnny Simpson won a Silver Star for gallantry in action, saving a man's life and killing an enemy with a K-bar to the heart. Danny Wilson fought off three of the eight Haitian kidnappers, killing one and crippling two, one of whom he captured. His interrogation helped them track down the lair of the cult where he shot several more.

"I know you all have some martial arts training too. Somehow I don't think the four of you have to worry much about gay bashing." [thunderous approbation from the audience, heavily infiltrated by Jason's gay fans]

"It's nice to see you tonight in those tropical weight slacks and polo shirt, sandals even. A change of pace wouldn't you say from your usual attire?"

When downtown Jason favored sarongs and a tight tank top with flip flops on his feet. Around the neighborhood he went barefoot without a top wearing just a low slung sarong or jeans with holes at the knees and hanging so low on his hips as to show most of his ass. Folks would have seen most of his pubic hair if he had any. He was practically begging for some gutsy fan to depants him. It had actually happened twice.

It did not take too long for fans to figure out that snatching the sarong off Jason's hips was even easier than depantsing him. After one such incident a nice lady lent Jason her silk kerchief and kept it ever afterwards in her boudoir. She fancied she could still smell him on the cloth that had once touched him so intimately. Since Jason had inadvertently leaked a bit seminal fluid as he held the almost sheer cloth across his hips, perhaps she could. With cameras everywhere these days, lucky bystanders and security types got to sell their footage to TV news, web media, bloggers, etc. Jason became nearly as famous for his misadventures off camera as for his movies.

"So what's with the way you usually dress? I understand those skimpy costumes on set, but don't you think all this bare skin a bit daring?"

"Well, I like the way it makes me feel, the way I look. So do lots of other people -- to judge by my fan mail. Some people say I am just an exhibitonist. There's a lot of truth to that, I admit, though I think the best description is a technical term from the science of ethology... "

"Meaning the study of the characteristics of different peoples."

"No, that's ethNology. Ethology, no 'n', is the science of animal behavior. The term I meant is 'courtship display'." [polite chuckles]

Self-deprecating humor was almost a necessity for a guest on the show. Browder told himself never to underestimate the actor's intelligence again.

"You're obviously very well read especially for somone with just a high school education."

"Actually I have more than thirty credits toward my degree mostly from advanced placement tests."

From his omnivorous reading Jason already knew more history, geography, science, and literature than many a college graduate. Speaking three languages, he already had met his foreign language requirement. The rest of his credits he would take on line.

So far Jason had acquitted himself well in the interview. After a break for some messages, the TV host resumed the interview.

The big screen showed footage of Jason's townhouse including the lanai out back with its small Japanese fountain and simple plantings. The camera panned to reveal the unobstructed sight lines neighbors had into the lanai, even passersby on a footpath. The screen showed candid shots of Jason relaxing out back, unselfconsciously naked sunning and reading, all taken from the back for television but further shots were available on their web site. Jason had recently renovated the house to better accommodate Johnny Simpson as a full-time member of their mŽnage ˆ quatre. His hitch in the Navy was almost up. He would soon start cross-training for a career as an EMT. The TV audience saw how a wall had been knocked down between two bedrooms to accommodate a super-size futon set on a platform in a nearly Japanese ambiance. Jason preferred simplicity and clean lines.

"So Jason, not to pry or anything, but I understand that all four of you will be sleeping in the same bed?" [naughty titters from the audience]. "No top sheet and all four lovers together then?"

"We'll none of us snores so it works out." [big smile]

"I don't suppose any of you wear pajamas?" [more titters in the audience]

"Just Hank and just pajama pants."

"Well I suppose there is something to say for variety."

"I never get bored, if that's what you mean, Hal. I wouldn't admit it if I did. I'd get spanked for it tonight." [Chuckles]

"Actually, I understand you get spanked rather a lot at home anyway." [Titters]

That left Jason temporarily speechless. Who was feeding this man his information. Jason had joked about the spanking, though it happened more often than he would care to admit on TV. His lovers often said a reddened rump indicated Jason was getting aroused. Browder continued with his questioning.

"I gather you are in the middle, like in a sandwich."

Jason laughed and wagged his finger in warning. Browder was back to his old tricks. The audience was delighted. Where was this line of questioning going. What was the punch line the host was setting his guest up for?

"OK, you can all fit on that futon and sleep together, but otherwise, for well, lovemaking, don't you have to pair off?"

"Not necessarily."

"So they take turns with you then? Like musical chairs?"

Shaking his head, Jason gave him the only response he honestly could.

"Not necessarily."

Impishly his host asked. "So they go at you two at a time. My oh my."

The audience was giggling hysterically.

"That still leaves one guy left out, doesn't it? I mean.... and I guess we can say this on late night televison, anatomically, you have only two, er orifices..."

The audience had tears in their eyes now, they were laughing so hard.

"So Jason, there has to be an odd man out, no?"

Hinting at a double penetration, Jason slapped his rump lightly with both hands, he smiled and said. "Not necessarily!"

The audience roared with laughter and came to their feet for a standing ovation.

Chapter 2. Story Conference

Movie producer Marty Fletcher looked up with a grin as his favorite actor Jason Eberly breezed into his office. Still twenty-two, the young man had made ten pictures with him in the last three and a half years -- all money makers especially the last six.

"Look who's here" he said to director Jim Nicholls, Leon Potter, production chief for the studio, and Ed Veronese, Jason's agent. They were meeting to pick stories for their next few pictures. Jason had a five picture deal now with a nice percent of the gross.

"Hi Jason," Nicholls grinned, looking him over. The young man was dressed in one of his trademark low slung sarongs of blue silk and a tight nearly sheer white tank top showing off his tiny red nipples. The gap between the bottom hem, cut off at the waist, and the top of the sarong was more than the span of his small hand, highlighting a jeweled piercing in his navel. Flip flops, a gold pirate ring in one ear, and a thin gold neck chain completed the ensemble.

"Great job on that talk show last night, kid. I'd say you won hands down!"

"Actually it was a win-win situation. Browder's show got mentioned that morning on every chat show. Even better, all his rival talk meisters will have to mention his show tonight if only to parody it. There's no such thing as bad publicity..."

"... as long as they spell your name right", they concluded in chorus.

"And they also mentioned your upcoming appearance on Saturday Night Live", Veronese noted with satisfaction. "Though Lord knows what skits those devious minds are preparing for you!"

Jason basked in their approprobation.

Potter also mentioned that Jason's biopic, now in preproduction, would soon shoot a series of interviews with Jason's colleagues and intimates. A semi-documentary it would cover the first five years of Jason's career including the rest of the current year. Released to art houses and to TV, it would use clips from all his movies, the Making Of videos, interviews, amateur video shot by crew and members of the public. With Jason's permission they would include clips from the comedy striptease video the actor had made for his lovers and selected friends at a birthday party in a gay restaurant. He had stripped down to a fig leaf for laughs, danced around the table swaying his hips, then calmly took a chair, plopping his shapely rump on the seat and had a bite to eat, as if nothing were unusual. Jason liked it casual, didn't he, and he certainly didn't believe in the upper-crusty habit of dressing for dinner.

The film editors even had torture clips from the disk the Central American revolutionaries had sent with their demand for ransom. There was also that captured footage of slave training scenes from Zuqqat. Unfortunately all they had from Haiti was some grainy surveillance video, mostly in infrared, from autonomous or remotely operated infiltration drones. Shaped like a small snake or even a large insect, these devices had provided the Marines with last minute intel on enemy dispositions just before the attack. Yes, it was a delicate issue, but could Jason do a few scenes re-enacting those events?

Jason bristled at the suggestion that he relieve his horrendous experiences on Haiti, then let go of his anger. These movie veterans had launched and directed his career. They were men he very much liked, respected, and trusted. They had gone far together. So, OK, he would do it. He wouldn't like it much, but Jason was a real trouper and he knew those re-enactments were, dramatically at least, a good idea. They would use clips from Jason's erotic film short 'Sacrament' to illustrate what the Haitian cult had called 'offering his sexuality to their gods'. Jason wouldn't mind in the least re-enacting his clash with the High Priest which left the fiend emasculated and bleeding to death. Jason had made a quick psychological recovery from his ordeal. The fact that he had killed the man with his own hands had been therapeutically cathartic.

And just to show he was getting into the spirit of things, Jason also volunteered video of his Christmas visit to Hank's folks in Buffalo, NY. That hilarious incident was already legendary among his fans, but all that was publicly available were a few stills. Jason and Hank were staying with his aunt, just across the street from Hank's folks, because she had the room, so they might as well take that big upstairs bedroom. No, they would not bother her with their... enthusiasm. She was going a little deaf anyway, and her own room was in the back overlooking her beloved garden.

Came the day and Jason was a slug-a-bed. Sorry but, sunny out or not, just let him snuggle beneath the covers, and no, he didn't want to get out of bed and stand on the balcony to welcome neighborhood carolers. Hank would not be denied. His family made up the majority of the two dozen singers. Hank threw off the covers, yanked the recalcitrant lad out by an ankle, dragged him over to the french windows, flung the doors open, picked the wildly kicking youth up in his arms, and dropped him into a deep snow drift below, ignoring Jason's tremulous wail.

"Hellllp!"

Pandemonium! Poor Jason disappeared from sight except from Hank's overhead view. Then he surfaced like a porpoise shooting up out of the sea, only much noisier. Cameras were already rolling in expectation of an appearance by the celebrity in their midst, their very own Enrico's beautiful 'amante' (lover, boy friend). The naked lad floundered and yelled hardly knowing which way to turn. Never mind he was suddenly naked in public. That snow was cold! Onlookers were laughing so hard they could not have lent a hand even if they had been so minded. The few cooler heads among them knew better than to stop filming. The show must go on!

As Jason scrambled to the front porch he was met by Hank who engulfed him in a thick quilt and embraced him. No, he wouldn't let the blond youth inside. The singers must have their due. Of course his lover's feet were cold, why hadn't Hank realized it. Just let Jason put his feet atop Hank's slipper-clad size fourteens. So turning his captive lover to face the carolers Enrico nodded for them to proceed.

Two stills were published in the next day's paper: a naked boy, recognizably Jason Eberly, caught in mid-fall dropping from the sky. That one was captioned 'A visit from Santa's helper'. The other was of the lovers in their embrace, Jason, teeth obviously chattering, mixed emotions on his face, a protective smile on Hank's as he nuzzled his cheek to the boy's. That still was labeled 'What gifts Christmas brings'. It became a favorite download from Jason's web site.

None of the video was released, a sort of apology from Hank to his lover. Apology maybe, but while everyone else was having a good time, under that quilt Jason had snow packed in his ass crack! Still Jason was always a good sport, and the make-up sex that night was worth all the travail.

"Terrific, and we'll definitely use a bit from that sequence in the trailer. Hey, maybe we should try putting this picture on 600 screens, not just the art houses?" Potter

Well, maybe allowed without enthusiasm. Potter also mentioned that the Spanish language version of their gay remake of 'A Kiss Before Dying' was doing big box office in all 21 Spanish speaking countries and in selected markets in the US. Shot simultaneously with the English language version and on the same sets, it was a scene-for-scene duplicate of their script. Jason's fluent Spanish had won applause from his Hispanic fans. One of the other two principals also did the Spanish version; the third major role of the younger brother was taken by a Mexican actor.

They finally decided on two definite projects. First up was a ghost story, with Jason playing a go-go dancer living in a spooky old mansion long since turned into a rooming house. Potter had snapped up a good script making the rounds. A horror flick was almost mandatory for a young actor's resume. Hollywood and the fans just loved to see movies about young people, in various stages of undress, at the mercy of some slasher or eldritch horror. These flicks were quick and cheap to make so were unusually lucrative. Filming could begin locally in two weeks, no need to go abroad.

"You know I'd like to play a slasher myself someday, maybe in a spoof?" Jason added.

The second idea had no script, but it was more original. This would be a genre-bender, a combination of a two different movie genres: a mythological setting, very much in vogue these days, with a hard boiled detective story. Jason would play Dan Ganymede. Yes, that Ganymede, one of the paramours of Zeus or Jove or Jupiter, immortalized by Galileo in the names of the four largest moons of the planet Jupiter. Ganymede was originally a prince of Troy a thousand years before the events of the Iliad. His youthful physique, displayed as he disported naked in the fields, caught Zeus's roving eye. Taking the form of an eagle, he literally swooped down on the lad, carried him off to a mountain top, transformed back to human form, and ravished him. The king of the gods, realizing he must have this delightful boy with him always, granted him the boon of eternal youth, appointing him to be cupbearer to the gods.

The premise of the movie is that four thousand years later, the Greek gods persisted in the shadows. Originally incorporeal beings from another solar system, they drew psychic energy harmlessly from their believers. They had originally taken human form to relate to the only intelligent species on this out of the way planet. Then they discovered the joys of physical sensation and pleasure, especially the pleasures of the table and of the bed. They had been able to maintain their unearthly powers long after the disappearance of their cult from the trickle of 'belief' derived from their persisting myths and legends.

Here in modern times, Hollywood productions over decades had spread their legends to every land. World population was over seven billion now, easily a dozen times what it was the the days of ancient Greece. The power of the Hellenic deities was thus on the rise, but the gods themselves were under threat from an unknown quarter. As Dan Ganymede, Zeus's secret agent among mortals, Jason would follow every lead to reveal the awful truth. Zeus had allowed the youth to age a very few years so he looked late teens and could plausibly claim very early twenties. A man can go where a boy may not.

Jason agreed, smiling ruefully.

"Okay I get it: another on-screen 'ravishing'. Plus scenes of the delightful youth nude on the exercise ground. Or bearing nectar in goblets to his fellow immortals dressed probably in nothing more than a flower at his right ear. And thank you Jim Nicholls for pointing out that, uncircumcised as I am, my ... uh physique is totally authentic for the period. Yeah."

"I guess they'll have to darken my hair so I look more like an ancient Greek." Jason lamented.

"Nope" Fletcher assured him, "You can keep your blond locks, kid. Ganymede was not a Greek but a Trojan and famously blond."

"Really?"

"Look it up." Well Jason would but for further background. Fletcher was known as a stickler for verisimilitude.

So this Ganymede was four thousand years old, eh. OK Jason could do that. He had almost objected right off that, as he heard the story, the Trojan youth had been in his early teens, a beardless youth, in the tradition of ancient Greek pedophilia. Jason looked younger than his twenty-two years. Short, slender, almost beardless himself, his body completely devoid of hair even at the fork of his legs, he could easily pass for late teens. Particularly with his usual floppy top hair style; you saw a tousled twink not a young man of twenty-two. But not fourteen or fifteen.

On his return home Jason threw off his clothes. SOP for him. There was a reason the sign of his walk warned callers that his town house was a clothing optional zone. If you rang, you could hardly complain when the door was opened by a youthful male utterly unconcerned about his nudity. No coy peeking around the door either, Jason swung it wide, displaying himself in all his boyish glory.

Chapter 3. On Location

Six months later, with the go go dancer movie already in the can and in post production, Jason went on location to film the mythological scenes for his genre bender picture. The crew had already filmed all the urban scenes of action and film noirish intrigue. Jason was really enthusiastic about his character. Maybe they could do a real sequel. His four Jungle Boy pictures all had different main characters. The series had real legs. He thought this series could go on to become a franchise, four or five pictures, at least.

He liked the idea of playing an immortal -- eternally youthful with enhanced strength, reflexes, and sensory abilities, invulnerable to disease, quick to heal from injury. Centuries even millennia of practice and experience raised Ganymede's combat skills to a peak no mere human could reach, especially with his doubled strength and speed. His long life had given him insight into human psychology and an ability to read people' faces and body language which was useful in detective work. Ganymede had all sorts of skills to help in his exploits. He was a master with the blade or in unarmed combat, a dead shot, spoke more than twenty living languages, was the world's greatest escape artist (small size helps there), could pick locks, forge signatures, mimic voices and accents, track and trail prey, navigate by the stars and the sun, in short every survival skill imaginable.

Too bad he could not fly or transform like the gods, but he could always call on Zeus for help or for a little fire support. Nothing like a thunder bolt to take the starch out of an opponent.

The first movie had introduced not only the Greek gods, but their hidden enemies, the gods of the Norse. It was they, a faction of their own extra-terrestrial species, who threatened the power of the Greek gods. Egged on by the Norns, the thunder god Thor led the nefarious effort while Odin was temporarily absent from Asgard, their hidden lair in Norway. Ganymede was only a demigod and overmatched in power, but he finally managed to turn the tables thanks to timely help from Loki the trickster god of the Norse who was smitten with the cupbearer to the Greek gods. His dark good looks contrasted nicely with Jason's own sunnier tones. Think the youthful Rob Lowe of "St. Elmo's Fire" paired with Ryan Philippe in "White Squall". That bare ass chase in the snow and their torrid love scene in the cave was Jason's gift to his gay fans.

The Greek gods had their own turncoat, Artemis, known as Diana to the Romans. She was the goddess of forests and hills and of the hunt. Although often depicted carrying a bow and arrows, she also wielded the Lasso of Truth, a mythical weapon also called the Magic Lasso or the Golden Lasso. It forces anyone it captures to obey whatever orders are given them and to tell the truth. The public knows it better from the old Wonder Woman comics.

The magic lasso readily suggested bondage and discipline. This had great appeal to the Jason's female fans, speaking to the dominatrix in all of them. They could readily relate to a female beauty who had no qualms about subduing a beautiful lad she fancied, never no mind he preferred his own gender. Artemis caught the lad emerging nude from a swim in a forest pool. A toss of the lariat and as the loop settled around her captive's neck, like a slave collar, he became a docile though unwilling slave to her designs. He followed her meekly to her bower, where she ravished the lad.

Jason thought his love scene with Artemis was easily among his very best work. Doing a love scene with a guy was easy. He could 'phone it in' as they say in Hollywood. Making love on screen to a buxom female and making it look hot took a high order of professionalism. Jason had to look aroused but dismayed that the magic of the lasso commanded not only his actions but his lusts as well. Talk about falling hopelessly in love. Such was poor Ganymede's fate as the divine femme fatale had her way with him.

Jason's fans loved to see him captured in his movies then stripped, humiliated, and abused. Too bad that after she raped him, they couldn't just have Artemis circle his cock and balls with a loop of the lariat like a cock ring and lead Ganymede around that way, as she showed off her conquest around Mt. Olympus or Los Angeles. That was deemed just a little too graphic even in these liberated times. Fans did chortle at the guilty look on Ganymede's face the next time sexy Loki took his lover to bed.

In any event the utterly helpless and abject submission of her nude young captive under the influence of the lasso made his ultimate escape and turning of the tables just that much more enjoyable. Both Jason's gay fans and his female admirers could watch and revisit their favorite scenes in his movie.

The duel of the rival gods would appeal to the fourteen year old boy in all fans of action movies with lots of spectacular special effects. Red-haired Thor was the Norse Thunder God and wielded the short-handled war hammer, Mjolnir. Thrown at a target, it smashed and crushed only to spring magically back to the hand of its owner. Mjolnir also has the power to throw lightning bolts. To help wield Mjolnir, Thor wears the belt Megingjord, which boosts the wearer's already prodigious strength and a pair of iron gloves, Jarn Griepr, to power the hammer. Zeus was the king of the Greek gods and wielded a pretty mean thunderbolt himself, and he didn't need any magical instrumentality to do it with either. Zeus himself was magical, and his lightning bolts practically electrocuted his rival god, turning Thor's iron gloves and belt red hot. The Norse god had to strip them off and throw them into a snow bank to let them cool off. In the end, Thor recovered the belt and gloves undamaged, chastened by the encounter. An obvious set up for a sequel.

For all the mythological trappings, the movie was an unabashed film noir. Jason chortled at the thought of how he had finally got a chance to play a shootout scene they way it really should be played. All those times in the movies he had watched a bad guy get cornered and grab a female hostage, telling the hero to throw his gun down or the girl dies. And the hero always did. Not this time. Dan Ganymede was not such a fool as to disarm himself.

"Throw your gun down or the girl dies."

"So? Better her than me. Nothing personal, Miss."

Then when the bad guy tried to get past him anyway, using the girl as a shield, Ganymede had taken him out with a head shot, shaking his head sadly at the foolishness of it all.

"Now Sven. Did you really think a big strapping fellow like yourself could hide behind a little slip of a girl like that?"

He hoped lines like this would go down in movie history like some of Eli Wallach's bad guy lines in classics like 'The Magnificent Seven'. He always chortled at the scene where the bandit chief Calvera first confronts the seven gunslingers. Stalling for time while his riders move into position he addresses his men philosophically, more in sorrow than in anger:

"Generosity... that was my first mistake. I leave these people a little bit extra, and then they hire these men to make trouble. It just goes to show you, sooner or later, you must answer for every good deed."

The Russian River area was standing in for the lands of the ancient world, both Greece and Phrygia in Asia Minor where Ganymede first encounters the king of the gods. The stunning scenery of the region had been the backdrop for countless porno films and more than a few theatrical movies. Also on hand were his bodyguard Danny Wilson. Hank Altobello had stopped off overnight. His company had an assignment with a rival production not far away.

While the crew was setting up, the young star found a grassy spot in the sun to stretch and do his daily yoga exercises. These lent suppleness to his form. It was also great training for athletic sex with his three lovers. He was nude as usual for yoga and anyway that is what today's script called for. Today he would be carried off and ravished by mighty Zeus, played by a thirtyish actor almost seven feet tall (210 cm) and of startling musculature. The guy would bend him like a pretzel for realism in the staged rape. Next to this giant, Jason did look fourteen.

As ever Jason's athleticism and raw animal appeal drew admiring glances. Supple muscles moved under a sleek hairless hide as their boy bent himself this way and that then held a dramatic pose. Danny thought the best picture was when Jason was doing the arch with feet flat on the ground, body bent backwards in a half circle resting on arms extended past the head and then to the ground fingers pointing back to his feet.

This was a spectacular acrobat's position that displayed the human form in a way not usually seen in the flesh. It left the hollowed belly and hips topmost and vulnerable, head nearer to the ground, with feet and hands wide apart for stability. The posture left the chest, armpits, groin unprotected and vulnerable. Muscle bundles stood out on his shoulders, particularly the deltoids and the quads. His buttocks clenched hard, the entire frame of the slender male shaking a bit till he got himself centered and steady. How striking the way his body narrowed at the waist between the rib cage and the pert buttocks. His waist couldn't have been much more than 20 inches (half a meter).

Just his breathing look sexy, the diaphragm moving up and down, ribs and abs flexing, carrying the navel in the middle up and down. The boy's breathing and his tremors showed that this was not some statue, though there were many like it from antiquity. This was a young man full of life, as evidenced by his respiration, twitching musculature, the perspiration dripping off him or pooling at the navel, not to mention the unobstructed display of the male generative organs at the fork of the legs where a flash of light glinted from a thin gold chain circling but not confining the root of his manhood, complementing a similar chain on the slender neck. Both would come off when the director was ready for him.

Jason was gratified that his genitals didn't look all shriveled up like with so many guys. His cock was smooth not gnarly with purple veins. Yes, he still had his foreskin; it hung just past the tip of his cock head. Cock and balls were reasonably large but he wouldn't be scaring the horses. The smooth hairless scrotum was the size of a peach but with the divided curvature of a plum and held close to the belly. It took both his small hands to cover his erection, but only one when it was soft. That was just fine when you ran cross country bare ass with your dangly bits bouncing about.

A little while later Jason assumed another position easily as sexy as the arch and much naughtier, a position that also let him avoid tan lines on the bottom of his ass cheeks and the inside of his cleavage. He lay on his back with legs swung over 180 degrees, feet behind his head, ankles crossed to lock the limbs in place. His arms lay within the bow of the legs, with elbows touching the inside tendons of the knees, forearms and wrists resting on the under side of the upper thighs. This posture highlighted the entire ass and flattened the ass crack to show the vulnerable hole at its center. Just to tease his watching lovers, Jason dilated his crinkly brown anal ring, opening a shadowed well into his fundament. Danny and Hank got hard at the blatant display of the orifice they had explored so often, at times in tandem, like last night for instance.

Well what could you expect, twenty-three years old last month, the beautiful young man who had so enriched their existence was full of life, full of the juices that made it glorious to be young. He loved being naked, loved being admired, loved showing off his sexy body and displaying his sex appeal. He loved to be touched everywhere especially intimately, though he was careful not to offend with these displays of male pulchritude nor to get into trouble with the law.

Anyway the laws on public nudity were changing. Some claimed it as civil right, and there were even learned articles in the law journals. There were lots of clothing optional beaches around now with nude beach volley ball competitions. The larger parks had sections reserved for nude sunbathing. At home Jason spent many hours in the lanai out back without benefit of covering, reading or navigating the net, fully visible to neighbors or passersby on the footpath back there. No big deal. No one complained, and more than a few took pictures.

Just last month Danny and Jason had stayed a week with Danny's uncle on his farm in the San Joaquin Valley. A childless widower, the older man was lonely and looked forward to visits from his favorite nephew, and if Danny wanted to bring along his famous boyfriend, so much the better. The farm had nearly all its 640 acres in almonds and figs and even had a few olive trees planted around the house mostly for the interesting shapes of their trunks. There was also a large vegetable garden. The boys were happy to pitch in: hoeing, weeding, pruning whatever. Jason found he liked farm chores. It was deeply satisfying to tend to the plants, to make things grow, to grub his hands in the soil piling dirt around celery stalks so they would turn white. The lonely farmer saw how happy the two of them were together; it lifted his spirits.

So what if the slender pretty-boy went about his chores naked. Didn't that make a better snapshot, him kneeling on the ground, brown cheeks resting on bare feet, lithe torso bent over, ribs and spinal bumps prominent as, trowel in hand, he worked at his humble task firm muscles playing under the skin. He looked so alive, a fine specimen of the human animal. Danny too, just a couple of naked kids. His red headed nephew also had his shorts off in a show of solidarity. They were working together side by side, building memories that would last a lifetime. Once they laughed at a joke and bumped shoulders. Then came that special moment when the blond youth turned to look at the camera, flashing a dazzling smile from his open and honest face. And those green eyes, the color of growing things. A real beauty that one, the old man thought. A beauty of face, of form, and of soul.

He was glad his nephew had found love with Jason, not to mention those other two lovers. Highly unorthodox, of course. He had blushed as he watched that TV show poke fun at their sleeping arrangements: the four of them slept unclothed in one bed; the little blond might get it from all three simultaneously! And they talked about it on TV. What was this world coming to! Oh what the hell, the relationship seemed to be working, thriving in fact. Danny and that Navy boy had been together with Jason nearly two years now and that big frogman had been the blond's lover for three.

How delightful the scene as, chores complete, the boys raced to the creek to skinny dip in its warm waters. How good it was to hear their banter and their laughter. He felt young again.

This land had been in their family for four generations. Danny was his heir. His Martha had always loved Danny too; he was the son they wished they'd had themselves. The uncle had made his arrangements. Most of the land would be protected by a conservation easement as long as it was kept as a working farm. Danny would become a gentleman farmer. Guaranteed open space would boost the value of the quarter section he would make available for development, not outright, but earning an annual ground rent. This would keep most of the land as a working farm with low taxes, and yield more than enough profit to provide the boy with a substantial income. The entire parcel was worth millions if sold outright.

The farmer had heard about how that visual quiz for Jason's fans on an unofficial web site. Anyone could pick his face out of a line up. Try picking his ass out of a photo array, especially from pictures never seen before in public. Amazingly Jason's attributes were by now so well known that more visitors could recognize Jason's rump than the face of the vice-president. That is when the critics in the culture wars knew their cause was lost.

Incredible that someone so unlikely as this nude boyfriend of Danny's had been the catalyst for the betterment of two small countries. The peace settlement in Alturas was holding, reforms proceeding apace. General Ramon was now the president, his brother and former foe Don Vasquez his minister of development. Their brother the archbishop had administered the oath of office with the matriarch of the family looking on, grateful for the turn of events that began with the blond boy's abduction that had given their country solid hope for a better future and united their family once again. Give them thirty years, and they would be another success story like Finland, Estonia, or Slovenia.

The Sultan of Zuqqat had studied how countries like Bhutan and Botswana had managed social and economic change and bettered the lot of their people. Even his older brother, self-indulgent though he had been, had agreed that theirs would not become a gold rush or boom town with all the tawdry development that entails. He would not let his small population be overrun by immigrants looking for the main chance like the Gulf emirates, nor put too much strain on their environment. Tourism was fine up to a point, but they did not want a bus-boy culture either.

It would be some time before it was clear just what vocation the small state would have in the world economy, once the natural gas ran out in fifty years, but the Sultan was determined that his people would work for a living, not just rely on dividends from the country's large and growing sovereign wealth fund. That was for investment, not consumption. He spent the money on primary and secondary education and technical schools to upgrade Zuqqat's human capital and on improved ports, fiber optic connections among all the islands, solar and ocean wave electric power stations, and solar desalinization plants to upgrade their physical capital. Tight contract provisions ensured that native staff would be taught to maintain and repair these installations.

Zuqqat needed moderate and sustainable development, not a building boom. When the time eventually came for Hassan to meet his god, he would stand fearlessly before him and say that he had been a good shepherd of his people and a just ruler. He even started a consultative assembly, a Majlis, as a first tentative step to democratization, though Hassan was too wise and cautious to throw the fate of his small country into the hands of possibly grasping and corrupt politicians -- as had happened in other countries. No, for the foreseeable future the crown would be the ultimate guarantor of social peace and economic development.

Although some had tried to use little Waqqub's intimate relationship with the monarch to influence the government, the former harem boy had wisely decided that he would never try to influence policy. His occasional physical liaisons with his kindly sovereign would never interfere with good governance. Waqqub always informed the Sultan of attempts to suborn his influence. After word got around that you could expect a visit and a stern warning from the security forces, those unwelcome approaches ended. Hassan's second wife, his first having died in childbirth, gave her whole hearted endorsement to his ties to the former joy boy. Together as allies rather than rivals, they would ensure the happiness and emotional stability of their country's sovereign, the decent man they both loved. Waqqub's boyfriend Gamal was equally understanding.

Not only was the young actor godfather to two small countries, he had agreed to bless his mother with grandchildren of her own--anonymously as a sperm donor. She would never dandle the kids on her knee, but she would know they were out there. In truth, the one thing Jason ever felt guilty about being gay was not passing his fine genes on to the next generation. Now children yet unborn would have the advantage of good looks, good health, intelligence, and an outgoing personality. He had done his duty by the human race.

Over the next few years, Marie Eberly would wind up with more grandchildren than she had counted on. It did not take long for hopeful mothers to break the code of anonymity around donor number 37298. Let's see, donor is 22 years old as of this year, below average height, slender build, blond hair and green eyes, looks well above average, stunning really, excellent athlete, and an actor by profession, and yes, for the sake of full disclosure, a homosexual with exhibitionist tendencies.

Maybe it was better their paternity was known. At least when the half-siblings grew up they would not unwittingly pair off. The mothers eventually formed an association, and Jason's mother tracked the progress of her grandchildren from a distance. Yes, she was pleased, but no, please don't call granny for baby sitting. Jason's business manager had a private investigator discreetly monitor the women to head off possible fortune hunters. The children's biological father would soon be worth tens of millions of dollars. Jason was often carefree, but he wasn't stupid.

The gay mogul who had provided his ransom in Alturas even prevailed on Jason to donate a DNA sample so that someday, perhaps by the end of the century, their clones could enjoy a second life as contemporaries. It wouldn't be them of course. Clones are different people just like identical twins, but some part of them both would live on. A foundation and an escrow fund would give the two a nice start in life, came the day the technology was reliable.

Chapter 4. Lost and Found

Ganymede and Zeus looked terrific in the scene where the mighty god ravishes the Trojan prince. Their choreographed 'fight' emphasized how gamely the lad fought though fruitlessly, as he must have known, to avoid impalement on Zeus's divine member. Jason's athleticism and his fellow actor's size and strength meant that Jason could put real effort into the prince's hopeless struggles. No question about it, he actually was helpless.

Jason was a good actor and he made his supporting player look good too, playing the scene with just the right touch of camp.

No, no. Please, help!"

"No one can help you, not all the soldiers in your father's army. I am the king of the gods. [Cue a thunderclap] You would do well to yield yourself to me. Resistance is futile."

"Please Lord Zeus, do not ravish me this way. You are huge; I'm so small, just a kid. It would kill me!"

"Nonsense my lovely youth. Just I can transform into an eagle I can ensure my manhood will not rip you, not quite, though I could easily do so, if carried away by passion or anger at your refusal."

"I am afraid, my lord."

"As well you should be, for I can be severe when crossed. Never fear that I will injure you permanently. Even if the worst happened, I could simply heal you and start over. From experience with countless lads over the centuries, I know that you will enjoy it. You may also find it to your advantage."

"Very well, Lord Zeus, take me as you will, then afterwards we can discuss how you may reward me."

For Ganymede was a lively lad and quick on the uptake. Once once his natural fears for his physical integrity were relieved, he was not at all averse to a fling with a god. The worst that could happen was that he would have bragging rights for the rest of his life.

Zeus, or Harry to his friends, was a married man with two kids, but beauty is where you find it, and this kid was hot! He asked his costar if maybe they could get it on for real -- in a discreet location of course. He gave Jason's shoulders a squeeze then ran a hand down the youth's belly, playfully poking a finger in his navel. Jason had not worn a modesty pouch since it was his rear end that had been in closest contact with the giant's anatomy. Only acting yes, but if you didn't know that Zeus wore a modesty pouch in that scene, you would swear he had pronged his costar. As it was, the big man's hands had been all over the smaller male, on nipples, belly, ass, and gripping his hips to hold him steady for his thrusts. Their kisses had been sweet because their tongues had dueled together in the youth's mouth.

Jason was aware of the hopes he often aroused in others. He knew that his behavior made some think him a cock tease. He did not think so himself, at least not in the usual sense. He appreciated his physical beauty and knew how important it was for his professional and personal success. Hollywood sold sex appeal. He delivered it on screen. He gave value for value to his millions of fans, but obviously his relationship with fans was essentially a fantasy. People he met in real life often got their hopes up. That was only natural. He did not blame them in the least, but he expected them not to blame them if he did not reciprocate.

Sometimes attraction was not reciprocal. So it was with Harry.

"I'm really sorry Zeus, er Harry, but it's just that... well you're not my type. Sorry."

"Too big and too scary, I get that a lot. No hard feelings. Besides from the way your boyfriend Danny is looking daggers at me, maybe not too healthy either. No secret he is a killer, just like you. Did you guys ever add up the number of men you've killed? No, don't answer; it's not a fair question, just a disappointed man's attempt at a joke."

"No problemo. I do admire your size and strength, but...what's that line..." and in a falsetto added "I don't like a man with too many muscles..."

With a chuckle the muscleman said: "OK kid, I'll let you get back with Brad over there" showing he had picked up on the reference to the camp classic 'The Rocky Horror Picture Show'.

Feeling so small next to Zeus reminded Jason of the recent good news from Zuqqat. The little joy boy Waqqub who had helped with Jason's rescue had started a successful restaurant catering to well off tourists. Most of the other pleasure boys were in on it with him. They worked as waiters or kitchen staff or office staff with Waqqub himself, just turned nineteen, as the maitre d' offering a fusion of local cuisine with French and Thai. The big selling point, besides the fine dining, was the ambiance.

Installed in a rent free wing of the royal palace with a separate entrance on the main commercial street of the capital, the restaurant offered diners a harem atmosphere attended by houri boys in sarongs. (Think Hooters with male rumps as the curves of choice.) The nude houri boy dancers were an especial favorite of the patrons particular when, after their performances, they wove their way among the tables, letting diners stroke their sweaty bodies. A great solution for these youngsters, offering them careers in 'a different segment of the hospitality business', as Waqqub called it. The crown, that is Hassan, had put up the money to get the business started as partial reparations for his brother's excesses.

The boys also attended school in their off hours, and the crown had set aside funds for scholarships to the local university or technical schools for boys who had the aptitude and interest. Naturally they would be expected to major in practical subjects that would advance their country's development. Hassan had fulfilled his promise to Waqqub to give his brother's pleasure boys a chance at a normal life.

When filming was over Jason mentioned that he would go for running for maybe an hour. Would Danny come with him? Sure.

"Not like that, Danny. Like me."

Danny laughed and shucked his clothing. Although not the stunning beauty his lover was, Danny was very attractive in his own right. The redhead stood five inches taller than the blond boy at just under six feet (182 cm). He had a strong but lean build. As befits his Irish heritage he had a milky complexion with just a dusting of freckles, though very few on his face. His body was naturally hairless on chest, arms, and legs. He had got his armpit hair removed and kept his pubic hair short with a clipper which he had trimmed to a small triangle. Below that, his scrotum and ass were bare.

After all his time with Jason, he had no problem running without clothing. Danny liked to think they made a fine looking couple on their runs. Even dressed Jason made heads turn in a double take from people who wondered how anyone could be so good looking. Danny made eyes widen in appraisal. He exuded good health and good genes. Each in his own way provoked lust in his onlookers: the blond too pretty to credit, the red head handsome in a cute boyish way.

Danny did not have as much experience at running unshod as Jason, but he would go barefoot today as well. They started off together then the path narrowed through trees and boulders. Danny let his blond lover pull ahead a few strides. It gave him a chance to watch Jason's buttocks flex as he ran. Somehow Danny never tired of the sight. That boy had the tightest buns in creation, tanned and dimpled and flexing enough to make a monk break his vows of chastity. Too bad then when Danny put his heel down on a pebble and got a bone bruise.

He would have to drop out. They hadn't gone far and anyway Danny could take a shortcut back. It would not be a long jog. He would be just fine. Why waste this opportunity though. They were alone in the woods, like naked savages in the forest primeval. No accouterments of civilization: no clothing no gear, and at this moment no shame. Jason pushed Danny against a low boulder making the taller boy sit down. Then with a mischievous twinkle in his eye he started kissing him. Danny got into the spirit of things quickly, kissing and mouthing Jason's nipples.

"No, me first" said Jason as his lips and tongue kissed and licked a trail down the redhead's torso.

Danny's excitement was obvious. This was so wild. They were deep in the woods, mating like denizens of the forest, whenever and wherever the mood came upon them. Being with Jason was such a turn on. When he was in the mood Jason was utterly uninhibited. Gods, how the smaller boy tongued his balls and cock, licking, tasting, smelling. Jason loved to snuffle in his lover's short hairs and to strain them with his teeth. That was the only reason Danny still had anything down there. Jason paused to spit out a hair stuck in his teeth. His look said disgusted, but his stiff penis said aroused. Danny wasn't fooled. Jason got off of the carnality of it all.

Indeed Jason loved to play with his boyfriend's balls, hefting them, rolling them in his fingers, tugging gently on the sack, rubbing its smooth covering between his fingers. Then it was time for mouth and tongue to join in. How good it felt to run his tongue over the ridged skin. If the engorged cock was the instrument of masculinity, the testicles were the source, producing both the seed and the hormones that were the chemical basis of desire, and indeed where what turned a human embryo into a male in the first place. Jason sucked one ball into his mouth and rolled it around with his tongue, then he played with the other. Somehow he managed to get both in together, puffing out his cheeks.

"You look like a greedy chipmunk down there, Jase" Danny laughed.

With the blond boy worshipping on his knees, all the stimulation to his cock soon came to its logical conclusion as Jason swallowed Danny's essence. Afterwards, they reversed positions. Next Danny lay Jason belly down on the boulder and took him from behind, all the while pinching his ass or tickling him, calling him a shameless boy for the way he had lured Danny into the woods not for a run at all but to seduce him. After they climaxed together, Danny lay over the lithe form of his lover, still joined with him, still in charge of the submissive boy, presenting a finger with the boy's own gism for him to lick off and to suck on, murmuring endearments and telling him how lucky Danny felt to have caught Jason's eye the day they met, the day Jason had told him to just shuck down and run the trails bare ass like him.

After an hour's lovemaking they parted. Jason ran on alone after a parting swat on the rump from Danny. For once his sense of direction failed him. After a while all these boulders and rocky slopes looked the same. Drat, he would never live it down getting lost like this. He knew there were plenty of streams in the area if he got thirsty. Hydration was not a problem. Yes, he could follow a stream to civilization, but that meant a town, not their movie location. Let's try over there. That bluff looked a bit familiar. It wasn't, but the change of direction did bring him out on an unpaved road. Not much help really. One fire road looks much like another.

Meanwhile back at the location, Danny was getting worried. More than two hours had passed. Jason had an acute time sense as well as a good sense of direction. Something must have happened if he was not back. He alerted the producer that his star was overdue, either lost or injured.

Jason jogged along the road occasionally passing an intersection with another fire road. This place was like a maze and he was the rat running it. Three hours must have gone by. Shit. Danny must be really worried. And Johnny would have finished his shift as an EMT for L.A. County. Typical of Jason that his chief worry was for the feelings of others. Jason finally saw a paved road, not much, a county road without even a painted divider, but this was civilization. It even looked familiar. A car passed, the bemused driver went past not stopping or even slowing down. He did put in a call to the county sheriff.

Now Sheriff Thomas Dubbins was an old friend of producer Marty Fletcher who owned a lodge in the area. He was already cruising around trying to find the missing actor after a phone call from Fletcher. No APB out yet, but the sheriff kept his eyes peeled and had put the word out. Then he got lucky with the call from the motorist. There just around the bend was the missing boy, and yup, naked as a jay-bird. Make that naked as a joy-boy. Time for some fun.

With its siren warbling the police car bore down on the startled young man. Quickly recovering from his surprise he put a smile on his face. Yes, this was a bit awkward, being naked on a public road, but they were in a wilderness. Jason would play the charm card that had worked for him so often.

"Hi there sheriff. Am I ever glad to see you. You see, I got lost and..."

"You're that movie actor, aren't you. The Jungle Boy they calls you."

"Yes Sir, I am. I'm Jason Eberly. Glad to meet you sir."

The sheriff ignored his outstretch hand. "I heard you were missing."

"No, sir. I got lost for a while but I'm pretty sure the turn off is just down the road."

"So it is, son. Guess this means you don't need a rescue?"

"No sir, but could you give me a ride?"

"Oh, you'll get a ride all right. Cuff him Grady."

Bewildered the blond youth backed away, but the deputy and sheriff grabbed him and threw him down on the hood of the car.

"Stop fighting us boy."

The two law enforcement officers handcuffed their prisoner then stood him up.

"Just so you know boy, we are recording everything so you can't complain about police brutality. Grady get the hand camera out too. No shyster lawyer is going to say this was not a righteous bust."

"No, please. This is a mistake. I haven't done anything"

"If you only knew how many times... Never mind. It's what you haven't done that's gotten you in trouble. You haven't put on a pair of pants or anything else. Look at you. Nothin' on you but a couple of gold chains, one of them around your cock and balls! And from that tanned hide of yours I suspect you do this a lot: run around buck nekkid. Well maybe that plays in LaLaLand, but not in my county it don't. "

"I'm sorry, I got lost..."

"Got your pants lost too? Read him his rights."

Jason was confused. It was all going horribly wrong.

"Please don't do this. Don't arrest me. I'll do whatever you want, anything."

"You'll do anything? Like what? Let me guess: you'll go down on me, something like that? I heard all about you sleeping in that big bed with three gay guys."

"What are the charges, please explain that much."

"Fair enough: public indecency, resisting arrest, attempted bribery of a public official, solicitation of a lewd act. That's just for starters. Oh, and search him Grady."

"Search me? What are you talking about, I'm naked."

The deputy made a production of it, laying the blond youth's lithe form on the hood again, kicking his legs apart, grabbing his tackle between his legs and yanking him in place. Just then the nervous boy's butt hole sputtered wetly, lips smacking obscenely. The deputy slapped his hand on Jason ass with a cry of disgust.

"Eeeh yuuu! That's nasty. Are you dissing us boy?. And what's that smell?"

"Can't you guess Grady? He's taken it up the keister and not long ago, I'd wager."

Jason was almost in tears from frustration and humiliation. One moment almost home free, the next dragged into an impossible situation. Had he somehow passed through the doorway to the twilight zone?

"Yeah sheriff, those gay guys just go gaga over an ass this tight. Like with those ballet fairies my wife watched on TV last week. Say, you know kid, your missing the boat with those Jungle Boy movies. They outta put you in a Spiderman movie, with a firm ass like that." Grady loved his superhero comics, especially that one.

Jason was startled. It was not generally known in the industry that the studio was in negotiations with Marvell. And yes, his lithe physique and tight buns had been cited as making him ideal for a role that would have him in a skin tight costume half the time. If he looked so sexy on screen naked he would look just fine in spandex. How had these hicks heard about it?

The police threw him into the back of their car and drove on. Jason was surprised to see them take the turn off to the film location rather than drive into town. The sheriff had the deputy halt the car just a ways short because a movie van blocked the road. The crew had been breaking down and getting ready to leave. Dragging his prisoner from the car, the sheriff fitted a cuff around his prisoner's genitals using the other cuff as a convenient handle to lead him by.

"Sometimes to get a young male's attention you gotta grab him by the balls. Oh, and a stiff prick makes a good handle too." the sheriff told his deputy knowingly. That drew Jason up short.

"Wait a minute I've heard that before."

"Sure, from Ed Greene, with an 'e' in the big city. He got it from me. He used to work for me. I gave him his first job in law enforcement. He's told me a thing or two about you kid."

This was said with a friendlier tone. Greene was Jason's friend and protector and had mentioned the actor in very complimentary terms. Jason wasn't a Hollywood bad boy who had let his success go to his head. He had a good work ethic and was always on-time. He hit his marks and knew his lines. He was a volunteer at a club for gay youth. No drugs, no entourage, and no attitude. Maybe Jason was irreverent and naughty, and he couldn't seem to keep his pants on, but the kid had grit.

The sheriff led Jason onto the location, drawing stares from the crew. It didn't help Jason's composure any that people started pointing and chuckling, except for those who saw an opportunity and started getting this on film. The sheriff led his charge up the Marty Fletcher who had an astonished look on his face.

"Well son, here's that lawyer you were askin' for." Marty was a member of the bar. "Hello Fletch"

"Tom, where did you find him?"

"Not far, not far at all. He actually mighta made it back on his own."

By this time Jason's brain was working furiously. Suddenly it all clicked into place. "You guys all know each other: you Marty, the sheriff, Lieutenant Greene. I've been set up!"

"Now son, that's a pretty silly thing to say. You got yourself lost all on your own. I just did my drinking buddy a favor and kept an eye peeled for you. No set up. You were just a 'target of opportunity.' Just funning, and if you're willing to let bygones be bygones, I'm willing to drop the charges."

"As your lawyer Jason, I'd say take the deal. It's an offer you can't refuse."

And he didn't. The deputy removed the cuffs, and Jason had the good grace not to scowl too much.

"Cheer up Jase" Danny said. "By tomorrow you'll be laughing at all this." and gave him a big hug.

"Maybe. But this stays out of the papers!"

Of course it didn't, adding yet another chapter to the growing legend of one of Hollywood's most engaging personalities.