It's In the Script: New Jan 31

[Themarble]

What a chapter! The girls are adamant on wringing that thing out, I don't believe they know how close they are to a mess though. I can't wait for more!

[TeenFan]

It's In the Script
Part 34.


Saute's hand looks small and dainty, but when it comes to giving a dick a squeeze job, it has plenty of torque and muscle. She must expertly
know how to wring out a mop. She could choke a chicken with the best of them, a real live chicken, grabbing a hen by the neck and putting it
out of its clucking misery. Saute has a vice grip like a boa constrictor with an unlucky rodent caught in its curled grasp. With his penis in the
clutches of the enthusiastic girl and her surprisingly strong grip, Stian's mind switches over to how he would call for help if he was back in the
Space movie...

"Come in Mission Control. This is Major Stian."

"We can hear you loud and clear, Major Stian."

"Houston, I got a problem here. The space worm escaped from the tank and it has a hold on me...I'm getting squeezed."

"Copy that Major. Where are you getting squeezed?"

"Umm, the thing wrapped itself around my dick. It's pumping me like crazy."

"Understood, Major Stian. Our science officer suggests finding the acetylene torch and burning the thing off."

"But...But I could end up with a fried dick."

"Better a burnt dick than dead, Major Stian. Good luck to you. Mission Control out."

For Stian there is no Mission Control to call for help. There are no tools to grab to extricate his ever increasingly throbbing and super sensitive
penis from the grips of Saute's handjob. With great enthusiasm she had wrapped her hand around the middle part of the erection, and for the
last minute or so she's been doing her best to squeeze the cheese out of it. The only source of assistance, the only grownup in the room, the
woman tasked with teaching him and watching over him, the assigned tutor Mrs. Ginger just watches on as she chews on the crust of a pizza
slice. Why won't she put a stop to this? Hasn't this improvisation gone beyond what could be considered normal activities for PG aged kids? This
scene has entered the realm of NC-17 rated material, if not an X. Stian just had his dick sucked by Daisy for crying out loud. Where is there a
Director to call "Cut" when you need one?

The way Saute squeezes him keeps his hardon at full stiffness. However, the sensation is not getting him closer to putting a climax on the scene,
not getting him closer to spurting. The hand stays in one place as it squeezes, loosens up, then squeezes again. Saute isn't making any up and
down the shaft motions. When a boy masturbates his hand goes up and down. It's the slide n squeeze sensation up and down the entire shaft
that gets the full measure of juices flowing, gets the tube lubed and ready to spill the hot contents of a teen boy's balls. Take that back...
the tube is getting very lubed. A line of dick drool oozes out. Stian is amazed, rarely encountering pre-cum during his earlier forays into masturbation land. Normally his jerkoffs are over so much quicker.

"He's getting all slimy again," Julienne states, and being the "mother" in this improvisational madhouse it's her job to be observing the procedures
closely. "But when is the cheese supposed to come out?"

"When you squeeze it looks like his head is going to explode," says Miss Barretta Bartlett, and for the first time in a while the young actress gets in a cameo appearance. "Is there a better way to stroke jerk him off?"

Mrs. Ginger finally gets involved, but not to put an end to the scene. "That lube leaking out helps, but not enough. I got some good stuff in my
bag over here. That's too much squeezing, he's not an orange. Let's try some motion lotion."

Mrs. Ginger rummages through her handbag and she pulls out a tube of lube. The tube is tossed over to Momma Julienne. Stian's movie mother
squirts a generous portion of the fluid on her hand and she takes an active role in solving her son's penis problem. Taking over from Saute,
Julienne rubs her wet and slippery hand all around Stian's dick, coating it from bulbous glans to base.

With the aroused rocket glistening with a fresh coat of lubricant, Julienne takes over the handjob. "I've seen my brother playing with himself"
she says, and she looks over at Flambe, gives her brother a wink. "He got it stiff all the way, but nothing came out...not while I was watching him.
How long does it take? Can you make stuff come out little brother?" The hand slides up and down, fingers wrapped around and squeezing, but
sliding easily now with the slippery lubricant.

Mrs. Ginger steps into the scene once again. "I don't think he'll last long. He probably has plenty of stuff in there, and he's pointed right at you
Doctor Daisy. You need something to catch his stuff with."

Mrs. Ginger picks up the pizza box from off the bed. She brings this over to the group and holds it out in front of Stian. "If he shoots a long way
you need to be prepared. Hold the box in front with the lid open. Be prepared for anything."

With the jerking reaching a faster rhythm, with the countdown starting up again, Stian knows he's about to blow and it's gonna happen soon. He
doesn't want to blow a gasket. He doesn't want to spurt off in front of everyone, but at the same he wants a conclusion to this. An ejaculation
will probably put an end to how much focus and attention these girls are putting into their current exploratory endeavors. Once he's shot off over the moon, spread his space seed so to speak, then everything can go back to normal, whatever "Normal" is going to be on this movie making expedition.

"Houston, we got a problem. I'm about to spring a leak from the master hydraulic line and there's nothing I can do to stop it..."
"Help, my mother is jerking me off...and she's so hot...she's beautiful."
"I've never cum in front of anyone before...." These thoughts rapidly run through Stian's mind and the countdown takes over...Five...Four...Three...

Stian raises his head and closes his eyes and all there is is the increase in pressure, followed by the sudden release of that built up pressure. Stian opens his eyes again and he looks down. Like a hatch blowing out on a spaceship, the internal atmosphere along with various items shoots out into space. What comes out is a white hot rope that is at least four inches long. It blasts out to land on the angled semi-upright lid of the pizza box
two feet away. Another squeezing of his balls and groin and a second shot hits the middle of the pizza container. Instantly everyone lets out some
form of exclamatory statement, making a mishmash of words of which Stian is only partly cognizant of. Mostly all he can do is feel the explosive
series of fluid releases. A third squirt has less distance to it and plops straight downward onto the box. Stian can't remember ever having so
many squirts before, but there it is, a fourth spurt. This last one oozes and dribbles out, flowing out and down like glue squeezed from a bottle of
Elmer's. Finally, the series of contractions inside his crotch comes to an end and all that is left is drips from the dick...plop, plop, plop. Looking
into the pizza box there is a white flowing mess of cream cheese. The big splat that hit the upraised lid flows down toward the creases of
the box lid where it's attached to the main box.

"Holy Moly, that was a lot of spunk," Saute shouts out.
"That's incredible," says Flambe.
"What a blastoff. I've never seen that happen before," adds Miss Bartlette as if a girl her age is supposed to have seen such sights.

"I'll have to do one final examination to be sure, but I think we fixed the problem," Doctor Daisy declares her expert medical opinion. "I think
this dick is disinfected."

[Trundle]

Sensational chapter!

This moment has been built up for months and months and when it finally happened it didn't disappoint at all. I love that Stian was trying to almost block out what was happening by thinking back to the space movie, while the rest were pretending to go along with the medical infection story. Fantastic.

I sincerely hope this isn't the end of the story but if it is what a wonderful way to go!

[TeenFan]

Good news for you Trundle, when I first thought of this story and this character, the first ideas was about the filming of the movie.
The main idea was Stian was going to be filmed in scenes that increasingly became more and more embarrassing.
The thirty chapters at the hotel were much longer than originally planned out. It just kept expanding and more characters being added.

This story has a long way to go. Getting the actors and crew aboard a large boat, to get to the Island for shooting, is the next main section.
Stian will be getting to know the other actors in the movie.

The kids at the hotel...there is a chance they will be hired as extras in the movie.

[Themarble]

What a perfect blasting off again after what Trundle did mention was months an months of building up! I loved reading this chapter, and boy did the boy blow! Miss Ginger sealed the boys fate here, if she didn't mention anything I doubt he would have, perhaps we need to hear a one on one about why Miss Ginger decided to lead his embarrassment to it's climax?

10/10. Absolutely perfect!

[TeenFan]

It's In the Script
Part 35.


After hours of high intensity attention focused like a laser beam on his bare assed body, the events of the day came to a close. For what seemed
like forever the group of kids watched in awe as Stian's dick finished dribbling a line of boy juice into the pizza box. Such a disgusting sight it was,
from Stian's perspective, to see a load of his cum sliming the bottom of the box, sloshing around various pieces of pizza crust, cheese, and a
couple lost and forgotten mushrooms.

Stian always wanted to be an actor. One of the earliest memories he had of being in school was telling his kindergarten teacher that he was going
to be a movie star, and he was going to work with Hemione from the Harry Potter movies. Stian's mom was there at that moment and she ruined
the scene by saying "Emma Watson, who plays Hermine, is twenty years older than you are. If you are in a movie with her she will probably be
playing the part of your mother", and this made Stian realize the children he saw and loved in those Harry Potter movies had all grown up. It
was an awful dose of reality to little Stian. Little Stian would never have guessed that eight years later, after getting his first starring role in a feature film, the biggest impression he would make on one of the biggest female child actors of the day would be on how big his boner is and
how much juice can be squeezed out of it.

"That was a great show, Stian. You were wonderful," Miss Bartlette raved effusively.

Stian never thought the first words of praise he would get from a top-notch actress would be on his performance as a porn star, that she would
be impressed with the forcefulness of his ejaculation. Stian heard many more comments and expressions of admiration from his audience, but
he couldn't think of a single word that seemed like an appropriate response. How does one acknowledge the compliments after cuming on a
pizza box?

"Thank you, thank you for watching"
"I knew I had it in me the whole time"
"If it wasn't for your support and assistance I would never have cum"
These words and others went through his mind as Stian imagined accepting an award at the Oscars, not surprisingly the Oscar trophy
resembling a large golden erect penis with big balls the base of the statuette.

So not knowing what to say, Stian remains silent as the group of kids gets ready to leave. The sun has gone all the way down and they need to
get back home. But before letting them depart, Mrs. Ginger gets their names and phone numbers. She tells Daisy, Saute, Julienne, and Flambe
that she might convince her boss to consider using them as extras. The kids used their phone to take photos of each other and sent the images
to Mrs. Ginger's phone. There will likely be a need for young tribal villagers in future movie scenes, but Mrs. Ginger can't guarantee anyone a
"Speaking" part. All while this is going on, Stian finds a paper napkin and wipes his dick off. All he can do is stand around and wait since there is
no sign of any clothes for him to put on, then he spots the towel at the back end of the main bed, and he puts it on just in time for a knock knock
at the door.

The updated movie script arrives in an official binder with the name of the movie company on the cover. Apparently, after her first meeting with
the star of the movie, Mrs. Flanders had already written up several scene revisions and inserted them into the script. The script was brought
over by Mary-Anne, the overworked and underpaid assistant to Mrs. Flanders, and is a nineteen year old film student at the University of Miami.
Mary-Anne also brought over Chinese food. This time the kids didn't get to share Stian's dinner. Even Miss Barretta Bartlette had to be
somewhere else, called away to see the costume designer, and Stian finds himself alone with Mrs. Ginger for a nice quiet dinner. Thank goodness
for small favors.

While Stian happily and hungrily eats shrimp lo mein and chicken chop suey, Mrs. Ginger is busy on her phone.

"What are you doing, Mrs. Ginger?" Stian asks, wondering what it is that has his guardian so feverishly working.

"I'm ordering your dietary supplements, you know, vitamins and stuff. There will be some special formulas I put together for you to take. These
will help maximize your physical development and uh, vitality. We want you to look and perform your best in this movie."

After such an eventful day, Stian's head was already slumping by the time he finished his Chinese food. He went straight to bed and peacefully
slept all night as he dreamed of swashbuckling with Errol Flynn, an actor his new Bahamian friends had probably never heard of. Stian didn't
take the time to find his hidden suitcase and retrieve some underwear or shorts, but went straight to bed in the nude and Mrs. Ginger didn't seem
to mind that at all. Stian was just relieved this was over. After today there won't be any prancing around with no clothes on in front of newly
met fans and movie stars, right?

After today's craziness everything will get back to normal from here on out, right? So let it be written...so let it be done.

[Themarble]

Great follow up chapter. I wonder how many of these revisions will have the movies star in a nude position? Hopefully the boy can keep his business down, but we know that's going to be virtually impossible.

Can't wait for the filming process!

[TeenFan]

It's In the Script
Part 36.


"I read the new scenes after you went to sleep last night," Mrs. Ginger tells Stian in the morning as she puts together a hasty breakfast of oatmeal
and pan-fried cubed potatoes made on an electric skillet plugged into the wall. "I saw that Mary-Anne, Mrs. Flander's assistant, has been worked
into some scenes on the boat. She's a pretty young lady that Mary-Anne is. A little absent minded though. Looks hot in a bikini."

Stian loved the potatoes, but he didn't care for the oatmeal. He preferred his oats with maple syrup and brown sugar, the way the Quaker
instant oats comes in flavored packets. Stian isn't dressed yet, but he is wearing boxers. His suitcase was sitting at the side of the bed when
he woke up.

"No extra sugar for you young buck," Stian's tutor tells him. "Got to keep you fit n trim. You are not scheduled for a morning workout today,
so be thankful for that, but most mornings you will be doing a rigorous workout. As soon as you get out of bed in the morning you might as
well just get started with warming up and doing stretching exercises. That will be followed by the workout and a shower. I noticed you didn't
wear anything to bed last night. No need to make a change there. It's so much more comfortable to sleep in the nude. Then you can do your morning workout and shower and never have to be concerned with what you are wearing."

'OH great, here we go again', Stian thinks to himself. His tutor is actually encouraging him to not only sleep in the nude every night, but do his
morning workout routine while naked. Right...like that's gonna happen. Well, if he is by himself then Stian might do that. Why get underwear
sweaty unnecessarily? Secretly he did that a couple times, doing jumping jacks while looking at himself in the mirror over the dresser. Having
turned fourteen and grown a rather impressive set of equipment, it is fun to see how much it flops around. What boy never did that growing up?


After breakfast it was time to see the boat, and what a disappointment that was. The boat was technically classified as a cruise ship, but it looks
like it's been cruising around the gates of hell. The ship is called Skorpios, built in 1978 somewhere in South America, and it's long overdue to
be decommissioned. "It says here it has room for 68 passengers," Mrs. Ginger says, looking at an information sheet in her hand.

Stian can see a lineup of crew members hauling gear on board. Are those guys ship's crew or movie production crew? Stian can't tell.

"How many of us are going on that boat?" Stian asks.

"Hmm, let's see...there are ten actors including you. The film crew should number around twenty people. Five or so for the ship's crew. The
boat will only be half full. Have you ever been on a boat before? Do you get seasick? I can get some herbal medicines for nausea along with
the other things I'm getting for you."

"No, I've never been on a boat before. I fly in airplanes okay."


It took several more days for all members of the movie cast and crew to arrive at the hotel. Fortunately there were no surprise visits with Stian
in a state of undress in the room. Stian did not take Mrs. Ginger's suggestion and sleep in the nude each night, nor did he do his morning
exercises naked, much to his chastisement. Mrs. Ginger kept nagging him to be brave, to be manly, to let it all hang out. Mrs. Ginger never
walks around the room naked so why does she expect Stian to frolic around like a high on life hippy nudist.

Several times during the stay at the hotel, the knock knocks came at the door. Various pills, potions, and powders were delivered to Mrs. Ginger.
Some of these she paid with a company credit card. Some other items she paid for with cash, and these items came in unmarked plastic bags.
When Stian asked what those things are she just said some things can't be found at regular stores. These powders and infusions were traditional medicines among different tribal groups around the world, stuff made by a witchdoctor or a voodoo priestess. Stian was shown a large glass bottle
that had several different plant stems and leaves in it soaking in a yellowish liquid, along with what looked like a gray colored elongated egg
looking thing on the bottom. Stian was too chicken shit to ask what that was, thinking it was better to not know.

After all the items were purchased Mrs. Ginger made her first batch of "Special Tea". For two days now Stian had been ingesting a handful
of vitamin pills and supplements in capsules with his morning meal. The tea, which Mrs. Ginger called mababas, was a thick viscous liquid that
tasted like muddy water. It was brewed with peppermint leaves and a touch of honey, but that was hardly any help in improving the dreadful
flavor. Later that night Stian woke up with a tingling sensation down in his groin. It wasn't painful, but it was very noticeable. When Stian
got up in the morning his pee was sort of greenish in color. Very disconcerting, was Stian coming down with some sort of jungle fever? Also his
balls felt full, the scrotal sack puffed out with a slight swelling. Stian told Mrs. Ginger that he might be getting sick and after describing the
symptoms he was reassured it was merely a side effect of the tea.

"What does mababas stand for? Is it a word from the local Bahamian people?" Stian asked.

"Even the Bahamians have never seen this formula before. Some of these ingredients come from Africa and Asia. It's a word I made up. It
stands for "Make A Boy All Big And Strong."

Two days later, the day to board the ship and get the movie making started, Stian got another side effect from the nightly tea infusions. He woke
up with a raging erection that actually ripped his boxers his dick was so hard. Now having a stiff one in the morning is nothing new, but his
throbbing penis would not go down, tenting his slightly torn boxers all throughout the morning workout, as Mrs. Ginger grins and winks at him and
she chuckles as she prepared his breakfast of oatmeal and vitamin pills.

[Trundle]

Fantastic two chapters I get to catch up on.

Loved Stian being unsure how to respond to the praise and compliments for ejaculating onto the pizza box It's a fair thing to ask, what on earth are you supposed to say to that?

These new scenes written into the film intrigue me a ton and I LOVE the concept of this Mababas drink. What an interesting side effect it's causing the poor boy. Oh my I wonder if he'll suffer any of these side effects on set whilst shooting the film? We can only hope haha

Great stuff, so excited and cannot wait for more.

[TeenFan]

It's In the Script
Part 37.


Having checked in his few possessions, the one suitcase, into his cabin, Stian meets the cast of the movie in the dining compartment of the
Skorpio, aka the "Rust Bucket". Of the main cast Stian and Miss Bartlette are the only child actors in the room. Even though most of these
adult actors are technically considered part of the main actor's group, Stian knows many of them won't be around longer than the first half hour
of the movie, casualties of the fire that dooms the ship. Still, it is a little intimidating the first time sitting around a table with mature actors,
even though Stian doesn't know who any of them are. Only the other child actor, Miss Bartlette, is a face he's seen before. Suddenly Stian
wonders if there is enough "Name recognition" among the actors in this film to get people to notice this movie on whatever streaming service
it ends up being distributed on.

Before boarding the Skorpio, Mrs. Ginger had gone over the cast page in the script binder. Stian noticed for the first time the name of the movie
is printed on the cover of the binder. "The Forgotten Island" is the name of the movie. Wow, if he saw the title before he must have forgotten
it.

Stian plays Cutty Cuthbert. Now what kind of a name is "Cutty"? Stian asked Mrs. Ginger what is the significance of the name. All she could tell
him was Cutty Sark is a brand of scotch whiskey. Stian goes through the list of words he can think of that rhyme with cutty, words like putty
and slutty. The rest of the main cast is as follows:

Mrs. Cuthbert, Cutty's mom.
Mr. Cuthbert, Cutty's uncle.
Candace Cuthbert, Cutty's sister (played by Mary-Anne).
Mr. Wallace, Ship's Captain
Wendy Wallace, daughter of the captain (played by Miss Barretta Bartlette)
Mrs. Loren Sophia, rich passenger.
Mrs. Brinka Wolfen, Leader of the Secret enclave
Adele, child of the enclave
Trianna, child of the enclave

Turns out not everyone on the list is in the room sitting around the table. The last three names on the list, the ones that are part of this
strange enclave, are not at the table. Turns out they have no scenes on the boat. Stian won't meet them till the Island scenes are filmed.

After meeting each of the actors in the room, everyone sits down to do a reading of the opening scenes in the script. Actors will have read
several scenes and made notes or written down questions for the director. Actors are notorious for wanting to improve their dialogue or make
changes to scenes to make them look better, to look more important. Not only are actors trying to look good in the current movie they are in,
they are also auditioning for better and more rewarding roles in the future. Stian can tell some of the grown-up actors look at him with some
level of disdain, that this "done nothing" young whippersnapper is the lead actor of the movie and nobody had ever heard of Stian before.

"So, he's a pretty face, but can he act?" the actor who plays the ship's captain says, not making any attempt to whisper the remark.

Mrs. Flanders walks into the room, just in time to hear the remark. "Of course the boy can act. I worked with him on his improvisational
skills several days ago. He'll do just fine, so I'd worry about your own scenes."

Thank goodness for Mrs. Flanders sticking up for him. Stian wouldn't have said anything himself. However, Stian did have some thoughts on
the choice of this particular actor to be the ship's captain. Sure he looks like a rough n gruff, a very grizzled captain of a ship on its last sea legs,
but how could a guy so butt ugly be cast to be the father of Miss Barretta Bartlette? Would not a beautiful angel like Miss Bartlette have been
born to a handsome leading man like Brad Pitt or a Ryan Gosling? Can a man with the face like an English Bulldog actually make a pretty princess
or a mermaid?

With so many questions and few answers, Stian is not prepared when Mary-Anne asks him a question.

"Do you have a preference of soap types? Is basic Ivory soap going to be okay with you?"

"Soap?. What is this about soap?" Stian asks for more clarification.

"I'm giving you your bath in Scene #7. I'm still doing double duty as supply clerk for this company on top of playing your sister in the movie.
Do you need something more moisturizing in case you have to get rubbed down more than several takes. I've seen Mrs. Flanders shoot a scene
a dozen times before she thinks she's gotten it just right. I'd hate to see your skin get dry and wrinkled from sitting in the tub too long."

"You...you're gonna wash me? When was that put into the movie?"