Re: It's In the Script
Posted: Sun Apr 02, 2023 2:00 pm
It's In the Script
Part 9.
Stian stands in the middle of the room, his right hand in the grip of the director's hand. With water still dripping off his semi-long blond hair, tricking down his body, the cheap rug is getting damp under Stian's feet. Neither of the two women in the room seem concerned about the rug getting wet. They don't appear concerned by anything, as if greeting a boy while he's naked is the natural order of things.
"My casting director did a good picking you out," Mrs. Flanders says, as she looks closely into Stian's face. "You look even cuter than the photos
that were sent to me. The photo of you shirtless in the sailor pants made me think about your character, made me think about the possibilities."
Mrs. Flanders' gaze drops down from the face, checking out the chest, then lowering to the other hand barely keeping anything concealed. Stian's left hand covers up the end of his dick, but since it's long and fully erected, only the head and the top half of the shaft is covered. Fully in view
are his testicles. They aren't overly large and impressive like his dick is, but they are of good size and hang with a lot of looseness. When Stian walks or runs they will bounce and flop almost as much as his penis.
"I think he's adorable. And he's got a firm and tight butt. Very shapely," Mrs. Ginger says, and she reaches down and pinches Stian on the ass.
Stian feels his face blushing. Yes, he wants to be in the acting profession, but he's never gotten used to hearing other people talk about his looks.
He's certainly never heard anyone complimenting his butt.
"What was your first acting job, Stian?"
"I was in a commercial for Nikon Cameras. I was a little kid trying to catch butterflies."
"That's a marvelous image," Mrs. Flanders says, as she lets go of Stian's hand. The director backs up to sit down on the bed. "Show me that little
boy. Show me how you chase butterflies."
"Ch..ch..chase butterflies? Right now?"
"Of course, right now. I want to see your enthusiasm and the look of joy on your face as you try to catch that big beautiful butterfly."
Stian is still confused and hesitant. He's still naked. Can't they see that?
"Come on, you can do it. Close your eyes and focus. Imagine the moment. Feel the emotion. Then open your eyes and....action..."
The old lady must be nuts. How can he act in this fashion, standing naked in the middle of a hotel room?
But the director insists, so he'll give it a try.
Stian closes his eyes. He thinks outdoor thoughts. He mentally places himself on a grassy field with large trees nearby. The sun is shining
brightly. The breeze is gentle and cool. Birds are singing in the trees with the sound of children laughing nearby as they run and play games.
Suddenly a large multi-colored butterfly comes into view. It's big and it is beautiful and he does want to catch it.
Stian opens his eyes. His eyes dart back and forth searching for the elusive butterfly. Stian smiles as he sees it floating several feet above his
head. Raising his arms, Stian reaches out toward the fluttering insect. He leaps for it, but it's just beyond his grasping fingers. The boy's still
erect penis smacks on the stomach with an audible "plop", but the little boy pays no attention to it. The butterfly moves toward the tree line.
Stian must give chase before it can disappear in the branches of a tree. Running in circles around the hotel room Stian makes several more
attempts to jump and catch it. His hard boner sways back and forth, smacking hard on his stomach several more times. Mrs. Flanders can see
an interesting thing. With how low Stian's balls hang they don't aways bounce in tandem with the boy's dick. Sometimes the penis will sway way
out one direction as his balls swing in the opposite direction. There is a lot of bouncy action going on there when Stian runs. It just begs for
slow motion camera shots.
Stian slows down his running and he comes to a stop. The little boy caught his butterfly. Stian's eyes sparkle and he opens up his mouth wide.
"I got it. I did catch it...look here, in my hands..." and Stian steps up to Mrs. Flanders. Reaching out his two hands clasped together, he shows
the old woman, whom Stian imagines as his grandmother, the little creature caught in the cage made by his fingers. Opening the hands the red
and blue insect slowly flaps its wings, then it takes off. Stian's eyes follow it as it departs...
The director stands up and she grasps both of Stian's hands.
"Very good, Stian. I'm impressed. You were just a pretty face on a photo page an hour ago. I see you have some skill as well."
Coming back to reality, Stian again notices that he is naked, that he just reenacted a scene when he was just nine years old, acting just like a
child without a care in the world. That nine year old child didn't care he was naked while chasing a butterfly. For those few brief moments as
he was in character, Stian didn't notice he was naked. Actually, he did know he was naked, but he didn't mind being naked, not as long as he
was that innocent little child.
"I really did see a butterfly in here," Stian says.
"Yes, that was a good job re-imagining a role you did years ago. Now what about doing something different. How good are your improvisational
skills. I want you to sit on the bed, right over here. I will describe the scene and what happens in the scene. I want you to react to what happens
to you. You think you can do that?"
Stian had heard the word "improvisation" but he isn't really sure what it means. "Sure, I guess so. I just make it up, right?"
"Yes, you are acting on the fly....there you go, sit just like that...Now Mrs. Ginger is going to act with you. You are sitting in a nice fancy
restaurant and the food is taking a long time to get here. You are bored and hungry, very impatient. Now show me..."
Stian sits in a chair in the expensive restaurant. The place is crowded. Hustle and bustle everywhere as wait staff runs around. Stian's parents
and some other adults sit at the table talking boring business mumbo jumbo. Stian can't understand a word of it and it's all soooo boooring he
could fall asleep with his face in his soup, but he doesn't have any soup. Nothing has been brought yet and Stian is starving. The hungry boy looks
around the table, then rolling his eyes he stares at the ceiling and he sighs. Finally, he's had it..."Where the food," the boy shouts impatiently. "I'm
starving."
Mrs. Ginger steps over to the bed. "Here is the soup course. You are all going to love this. It's the House Specialty. Roasted eel with shaving of
asparagus and tofu, with a dollop of fish eggs."
Stian looks at the steaming bowl. It has a funky fish odor. The glob of fish eggs on the top does not look delectable. The waitress dips a ladle
into the large bowl. She is going to put this slop into Stian's soup bowl.
"No. I don't want that. That's not what I ordered. I asked for Creamy Potato Soup. I want potatoes." Stian says, and he pushes the hand of the
waitress away. The waitress comes right back. She starts to pour the soup, but her arm is too far in Stian's direction. The hot soup goes onto the
boy's lap. The liquid, along with pieces of eel and fish eggs is all over Stian's crotch.
"Ow ow, that burns," Stian shouts as he stands up. "Look at this mess you made."
Mrs. Ginger immediately kneels down in front of Stian. Her face is only inches away from the tip of the boy's dick, which is still halfway hard.
"My apologies sir. I'll get this fixed right away." Mrs. Ginger pulls out a handkerchief. With vigor she begins rubbing all over Stian's lap. All along
the upper thighs she wipes, then she moves her hand upward. With thorough attention the cloth is rubbed along the boy's penis. Stian has a thick patch of hair above his shaft. This is where the fish eggs ended up, caught in the strands of light brown hair as if caught in some mossy seaweed.
Stian comes back to full reality. Seeing his partly stiff penis bobbing just inches in front of Mrs. Ginger's face causes him to lose focus on his
"Hungry Boy" character and he giggles.
"Cut, cut. You need to stay in character, Stian. You must go with whatever is happening until the director yells "CUT".
Mrs. Ginger stops her scrubbing on Stian's genitals. She had just started on the boy's balls and was amazed at how much they dangled down
and swayed back a forth at the lightest touch.
"I'm sorry," Stian apologizes. "It's hard to focus. I'm not used to this imrov stuff."
"We'll do more acting training later. In the meantime, let me get a closer look at you. Your character is described in the novel as a boy who is
very fit and athletic, good at running and climbing. The book is an action adventure story. It will be good to know how strong you are. Stian,
show me how many pushups you can do."
"Pushups? Right now? Right here?" Stian asks, looking around. Acting while naked is one thing. He can ignore the nudity for a moment as he gets lost in the character. Exercising while naked is something else entirely. Stian considers asking to put something on. His "Hungry Boy" character would have no problem demanding a pair of pants to put on, but Stian can't slip into a character that easily. The real Stian never speaks up for himself.
Stian steps back away from the bed. In the middle of the room, not far from where he can see the wet spots he made earlier, Stian gets down
into the pushups position. Mrs. Ginger counts out loud as the pushups are knocked out. Several times Stian looks over at Mrs. Flanders. How can
the old lady expect such things from him? Are there no rules regarding how much power a director has over the actors? He's not acting right now.
At thirty-five pushups Stian can't lift his body anymore. He slumps down on the carpet and immediately the aroma of moldy carpet and sea water
fills his nose. It's an awful stench so he gets up.
"We'll have to work on that. I want you to do 100 pushups young man. You are going to become a young Tarzan of the jungle. The young ladies
will drool when they see you."
Young Stian isn't drooling, but he is dripping. He's not dripping water this time, it's sweat. Knocking out thirty-five pushups in this warm and muggy
room has him almost as wet as when he ran out of the bathroom. Is he going to spend all day naked in front of these people? He should ask for
a towel at least. He could go into the bathroom and fetch a towel himself, but he's not about to open that door, not with an iguana loose inside
there.
"I think we have time for one more point of business before I go," Mrs. Flanders says. "Do you have a tape measure in your bag, Mrs. Ginger?
We can speed things up for the wardrobe department if we get his measurements sent to them right away. It will save at least two days time in
getting his costumes made."
Measurements? They need to measure him? "I ahhh, can't that wait till later, Mrs. Flanders?" but Stian's halfhearted protest is ignored. Soon
Mrs. Ginger has a tape measure, and everything is being measured. The circumference of his neck, thighs and waist (24 inches), along with the
length of his arms and legs is announced as Mrs. Flanders writes the figures down in a little notebook. His height is approximately five foot five inches.
As Mrs. Ginger measured all his body parts, one part in particular will not stay the same length. When she started Stian's dick was partly erected.
As the measurements began his dick started to grow. By the time Mrs. Ginger finished with the legs and feet the dick was once again on full blown
boner mode, pulsating with his rapid heartbeat. Mrs. Ginger places the end of the tape measure next to the shaft. Stian never expected his dick
will be measured too. However, he is curious. He knows he's grown a lot down there over the last year, but he never got around to measuring it.
Mrs. Ginger looks over at Mrs. Flanders, and she has a strangely awed expression, with a pleased and happy look mixed in.
"This boy is a monster. He's seven and one-quarter inches. I'm going to measure again to confirm these numbers."
Over seven inches? Holy Cow, Stian had no idea he had grown that much. A sly smile spreads across his face. He's a beast.
Right then there is a knock at the door. Moving quicker than Stian could have imagined, Mrs. Flanders walks to the door faster than a woman of
her age should move. The door is yanked open before Stian has a chance to think about running for cover, as if there was a place to run and hide.
The only place to run to is the bathroom.
Standing at the open door are two people Stian recognizes. It's Julienne and her brother Flambe. They are both still in their swimsuits.
"Can we talk to Stian?" Julienne asks.
"Of course you can. Come on in," Mrs. Flanders says, and she ushers the two kids into the room.
Julienne's eyes get wide when she sees Stian naked in the middle of the room, his dick pointing upward and sticking out so far.
Flambe starts laughing. It's an infectious and happy sound and soon everyone in the room is laughing along....all except Stian.
Seeing him with a big boner is one thing and laughing is another. Stian covers up, though it's really too late for modesty.
"What do you want?" Stian shouts at the two kids.
"We don't have to go home till much later," Julienne says. "Daisy, Saute, and we wanted to know if we could hang out with you. Maybe get your autograph? I can tell you're going to be a big star someday."
Part 9.
Stian stands in the middle of the room, his right hand in the grip of the director's hand. With water still dripping off his semi-long blond hair, tricking down his body, the cheap rug is getting damp under Stian's feet. Neither of the two women in the room seem concerned about the rug getting wet. They don't appear concerned by anything, as if greeting a boy while he's naked is the natural order of things.
"My casting director did a good picking you out," Mrs. Flanders says, as she looks closely into Stian's face. "You look even cuter than the photos
that were sent to me. The photo of you shirtless in the sailor pants made me think about your character, made me think about the possibilities."
Mrs. Flanders' gaze drops down from the face, checking out the chest, then lowering to the other hand barely keeping anything concealed. Stian's left hand covers up the end of his dick, but since it's long and fully erected, only the head and the top half of the shaft is covered. Fully in view
are his testicles. They aren't overly large and impressive like his dick is, but they are of good size and hang with a lot of looseness. When Stian walks or runs they will bounce and flop almost as much as his penis.
"I think he's adorable. And he's got a firm and tight butt. Very shapely," Mrs. Ginger says, and she reaches down and pinches Stian on the ass.
Stian feels his face blushing. Yes, he wants to be in the acting profession, but he's never gotten used to hearing other people talk about his looks.
He's certainly never heard anyone complimenting his butt.
"What was your first acting job, Stian?"
"I was in a commercial for Nikon Cameras. I was a little kid trying to catch butterflies."
"That's a marvelous image," Mrs. Flanders says, as she lets go of Stian's hand. The director backs up to sit down on the bed. "Show me that little
boy. Show me how you chase butterflies."
"Ch..ch..chase butterflies? Right now?"
"Of course, right now. I want to see your enthusiasm and the look of joy on your face as you try to catch that big beautiful butterfly."
Stian is still confused and hesitant. He's still naked. Can't they see that?
"Come on, you can do it. Close your eyes and focus. Imagine the moment. Feel the emotion. Then open your eyes and....action..."
The old lady must be nuts. How can he act in this fashion, standing naked in the middle of a hotel room?
But the director insists, so he'll give it a try.
Stian closes his eyes. He thinks outdoor thoughts. He mentally places himself on a grassy field with large trees nearby. The sun is shining
brightly. The breeze is gentle and cool. Birds are singing in the trees with the sound of children laughing nearby as they run and play games.
Suddenly a large multi-colored butterfly comes into view. It's big and it is beautiful and he does want to catch it.
Stian opens his eyes. His eyes dart back and forth searching for the elusive butterfly. Stian smiles as he sees it floating several feet above his
head. Raising his arms, Stian reaches out toward the fluttering insect. He leaps for it, but it's just beyond his grasping fingers. The boy's still
erect penis smacks on the stomach with an audible "plop", but the little boy pays no attention to it. The butterfly moves toward the tree line.
Stian must give chase before it can disappear in the branches of a tree. Running in circles around the hotel room Stian makes several more
attempts to jump and catch it. His hard boner sways back and forth, smacking hard on his stomach several more times. Mrs. Flanders can see
an interesting thing. With how low Stian's balls hang they don't aways bounce in tandem with the boy's dick. Sometimes the penis will sway way
out one direction as his balls swing in the opposite direction. There is a lot of bouncy action going on there when Stian runs. It just begs for
slow motion camera shots.
Stian slows down his running and he comes to a stop. The little boy caught his butterfly. Stian's eyes sparkle and he opens up his mouth wide.
"I got it. I did catch it...look here, in my hands..." and Stian steps up to Mrs. Flanders. Reaching out his two hands clasped together, he shows
the old woman, whom Stian imagines as his grandmother, the little creature caught in the cage made by his fingers. Opening the hands the red
and blue insect slowly flaps its wings, then it takes off. Stian's eyes follow it as it departs...
The director stands up and she grasps both of Stian's hands.
"Very good, Stian. I'm impressed. You were just a pretty face on a photo page an hour ago. I see you have some skill as well."
Coming back to reality, Stian again notices that he is naked, that he just reenacted a scene when he was just nine years old, acting just like a
child without a care in the world. That nine year old child didn't care he was naked while chasing a butterfly. For those few brief moments as
he was in character, Stian didn't notice he was naked. Actually, he did know he was naked, but he didn't mind being naked, not as long as he
was that innocent little child.
"I really did see a butterfly in here," Stian says.
"Yes, that was a good job re-imagining a role you did years ago. Now what about doing something different. How good are your improvisational
skills. I want you to sit on the bed, right over here. I will describe the scene and what happens in the scene. I want you to react to what happens
to you. You think you can do that?"
Stian had heard the word "improvisation" but he isn't really sure what it means. "Sure, I guess so. I just make it up, right?"
"Yes, you are acting on the fly....there you go, sit just like that...Now Mrs. Ginger is going to act with you. You are sitting in a nice fancy
restaurant and the food is taking a long time to get here. You are bored and hungry, very impatient. Now show me..."
Stian sits in a chair in the expensive restaurant. The place is crowded. Hustle and bustle everywhere as wait staff runs around. Stian's parents
and some other adults sit at the table talking boring business mumbo jumbo. Stian can't understand a word of it and it's all soooo boooring he
could fall asleep with his face in his soup, but he doesn't have any soup. Nothing has been brought yet and Stian is starving. The hungry boy looks
around the table, then rolling his eyes he stares at the ceiling and he sighs. Finally, he's had it..."Where the food," the boy shouts impatiently. "I'm
starving."
Mrs. Ginger steps over to the bed. "Here is the soup course. You are all going to love this. It's the House Specialty. Roasted eel with shaving of
asparagus and tofu, with a dollop of fish eggs."
Stian looks at the steaming bowl. It has a funky fish odor. The glob of fish eggs on the top does not look delectable. The waitress dips a ladle
into the large bowl. She is going to put this slop into Stian's soup bowl.
"No. I don't want that. That's not what I ordered. I asked for Creamy Potato Soup. I want potatoes." Stian says, and he pushes the hand of the
waitress away. The waitress comes right back. She starts to pour the soup, but her arm is too far in Stian's direction. The hot soup goes onto the
boy's lap. The liquid, along with pieces of eel and fish eggs is all over Stian's crotch.
"Ow ow, that burns," Stian shouts as he stands up. "Look at this mess you made."
Mrs. Ginger immediately kneels down in front of Stian. Her face is only inches away from the tip of the boy's dick, which is still halfway hard.
"My apologies sir. I'll get this fixed right away." Mrs. Ginger pulls out a handkerchief. With vigor she begins rubbing all over Stian's lap. All along
the upper thighs she wipes, then she moves her hand upward. With thorough attention the cloth is rubbed along the boy's penis. Stian has a thick patch of hair above his shaft. This is where the fish eggs ended up, caught in the strands of light brown hair as if caught in some mossy seaweed.
Stian comes back to full reality. Seeing his partly stiff penis bobbing just inches in front of Mrs. Ginger's face causes him to lose focus on his
"Hungry Boy" character and he giggles.
"Cut, cut. You need to stay in character, Stian. You must go with whatever is happening until the director yells "CUT".
Mrs. Ginger stops her scrubbing on Stian's genitals. She had just started on the boy's balls and was amazed at how much they dangled down
and swayed back a forth at the lightest touch.
"I'm sorry," Stian apologizes. "It's hard to focus. I'm not used to this imrov stuff."
"We'll do more acting training later. In the meantime, let me get a closer look at you. Your character is described in the novel as a boy who is
very fit and athletic, good at running and climbing. The book is an action adventure story. It will be good to know how strong you are. Stian,
show me how many pushups you can do."
"Pushups? Right now? Right here?" Stian asks, looking around. Acting while naked is one thing. He can ignore the nudity for a moment as he gets lost in the character. Exercising while naked is something else entirely. Stian considers asking to put something on. His "Hungry Boy" character would have no problem demanding a pair of pants to put on, but Stian can't slip into a character that easily. The real Stian never speaks up for himself.
Stian steps back away from the bed. In the middle of the room, not far from where he can see the wet spots he made earlier, Stian gets down
into the pushups position. Mrs. Ginger counts out loud as the pushups are knocked out. Several times Stian looks over at Mrs. Flanders. How can
the old lady expect such things from him? Are there no rules regarding how much power a director has over the actors? He's not acting right now.
At thirty-five pushups Stian can't lift his body anymore. He slumps down on the carpet and immediately the aroma of moldy carpet and sea water
fills his nose. It's an awful stench so he gets up.
"We'll have to work on that. I want you to do 100 pushups young man. You are going to become a young Tarzan of the jungle. The young ladies
will drool when they see you."
Young Stian isn't drooling, but he is dripping. He's not dripping water this time, it's sweat. Knocking out thirty-five pushups in this warm and muggy
room has him almost as wet as when he ran out of the bathroom. Is he going to spend all day naked in front of these people? He should ask for
a towel at least. He could go into the bathroom and fetch a towel himself, but he's not about to open that door, not with an iguana loose inside
there.
"I think we have time for one more point of business before I go," Mrs. Flanders says. "Do you have a tape measure in your bag, Mrs. Ginger?
We can speed things up for the wardrobe department if we get his measurements sent to them right away. It will save at least two days time in
getting his costumes made."
Measurements? They need to measure him? "I ahhh, can't that wait till later, Mrs. Flanders?" but Stian's halfhearted protest is ignored. Soon
Mrs. Ginger has a tape measure, and everything is being measured. The circumference of his neck, thighs and waist (24 inches), along with the
length of his arms and legs is announced as Mrs. Flanders writes the figures down in a little notebook. His height is approximately five foot five inches.
As Mrs. Ginger measured all his body parts, one part in particular will not stay the same length. When she started Stian's dick was partly erected.
As the measurements began his dick started to grow. By the time Mrs. Ginger finished with the legs and feet the dick was once again on full blown
boner mode, pulsating with his rapid heartbeat. Mrs. Ginger places the end of the tape measure next to the shaft. Stian never expected his dick
will be measured too. However, he is curious. He knows he's grown a lot down there over the last year, but he never got around to measuring it.
Mrs. Ginger looks over at Mrs. Flanders, and she has a strangely awed expression, with a pleased and happy look mixed in.
"This boy is a monster. He's seven and one-quarter inches. I'm going to measure again to confirm these numbers."
Over seven inches? Holy Cow, Stian had no idea he had grown that much. A sly smile spreads across his face. He's a beast.
Right then there is a knock at the door. Moving quicker than Stian could have imagined, Mrs. Flanders walks to the door faster than a woman of
her age should move. The door is yanked open before Stian has a chance to think about running for cover, as if there was a place to run and hide.
The only place to run to is the bathroom.
Standing at the open door are two people Stian recognizes. It's Julienne and her brother Flambe. They are both still in their swimsuits.
"Can we talk to Stian?" Julienne asks.
"Of course you can. Come on in," Mrs. Flanders says, and she ushers the two kids into the room.
Julienne's eyes get wide when she sees Stian naked in the middle of the room, his dick pointing upward and sticking out so far.
Flambe starts laughing. It's an infectious and happy sound and soon everyone in the room is laughing along....all except Stian.
Seeing him with a big boner is one thing and laughing is another. Stian covers up, though it's really too late for modesty.
"What do you want?" Stian shouts at the two kids.
"We don't have to go home till much later," Julienne says. "Daisy, Saute, and we wanted to know if we could hang out with you. Maybe get your autograph? I can tell you're going to be a big star someday."