I arrived at the recording studio early. A band I was managing was cutting a new release. Six months ago these guys were dog shit on the sidewalk. Last week they had the audacity to walk out of a session just because somebody bought the wrong brand of beer. Funny how a little taste of success can turn some people into temperamental pricks. But so long as they keep bringing in the hits, I'll continue to do everything I can to make certain everything is up to their bloated expectations.

It was purely by chance that I heard the kid. His voice was like that of a soulful angel. When I heard him, I had to see the face that went with the voice. Silently I slipped into the studio. I couldn't believe my fucking eyes. So often the voice doesn't match the face. That wasn't the case with this kid. He not only sounded like an angel, he looked like one.

He was quite young and even though his wavy, brown hair hung down past his shoulders, he was wholesome looking. His features were more beautiful than handsome. I nearly shit my pants when he looked up into the booth and smiled. He had the sexiest fucking eyes I'd ever seen. Of course, I was compelled to check out the bulge in the crotch of his tight, faded Levi's.

The kid cut loose on lead guitar with some of the meanest licks I'd ever heard. Every note he struck seemed to have "superstar" written all over it. I asked around and found out the kid's name was Brian Tyler. He was the talent of a mom-and-pop operation, and was there cutting a demo. Christ, what a waste. The kid was not only a natural, he was the hottest thing I'd seen in a long time.

I waited around until the kid finished recording his tape.

"Excuse me," I called to him as he headed for the exit.

The kid turned and looked me up and down with his huge, brown eyes. Standing next to him I realized he was much taller than I thought. He was well over six feet tall. The kid left me spell bound. Never had I ever seen such a work of human perfection. My eyes wandered down his slender torso to visually caress the fullness of his well defined basket.

"Do I know you?" He asked, politely.

I introduced myself and was flattered by the fact that he knew my name.

"Are you really serious about your music?' "Absolutely," he replied excitedly.

I handed him on of my cards. "Then I suggest you be at my office first thing in the morning."

The kid was dumb struck. He said nothing until I turned to walk away. "I'll be there. And thanks a lot."

"Don't thank me yet, kid. Let's talk first. By the way, how old are you?"

"Nineteen," he replied.

"Great. Leave you mom and dad at home. I don't get along well with parents."

"I don't know," said Brian. "They oversee everything."

"Come alone, or don't come at all, kid. It's up to you.'

The next morning, when I arrived at my office, Brian was waiting.

"Am I too early?" He asked. "You didn't specify a time."

"You're right on time. Come on in. Have a seat." I could tell he was nervous as hell. "You ready to become a star?"

"Just like that?" He questioned. "You make it sound easy."

"Nothing's ever easy in this business, kid. But if you're up to it, I think together we can make you rich beyond your wildest dreams."

The kid's face beamed with excitement. We talked shop until noon. I took Brian to lunch at my favorite restaurant. I immediately picked up on the fact that our waitress, a sleek young beauty in her mid-twenties, was flirting like hell with my new, would-be client. She did everything but grab his cock, trying to get him to notice her. At best, she received a casual smile as Brian gave her his order. His nonchalant behavior intrigued me. It was time I got to know Brian on a more intimate level. The waitress wasn't the only one interested in getting into his tight jeans. I stared across the table at him. Sweet Jesus, he was prettier than the waitress.

When the waitress left with our orders, I leaned across the table. "You get laid much, kid?"

"I've had my share of women," Brian offered, blushing shyly as he looked around to see if anyone else might have overheard my query.

Somehow I doubted his claim. I noticed Brian's eyes wander to the bus boy who was clearing the table next to ours. I have to admit, his presence hadn't escaped my eye either. He was a small, Asian boy, no older than Brian. He had jet black hair, and a cute little ass that made my cock tingle with lustful fantasy. We both watched him walk away with his tray of dirty dishes.

"Nice butt," I said, at a whisper.

"What!" Brian jumped.

"You heard me. Don't tell me you didn't notice. Wouldn't you just love to stick you cock between those tight buns? What do you want to bet his dick is uncut? Christ, I love to chew on foreskin. There's nothing quite like it."

Brian squirmed restlessly in his chair, twisting his napkin.

"Do your parents know?"

"Know what," he asked.

"That you like boys."

Every bit of color left Brian's attractive, young face. He looked around in a panic. "Are you all right?" I asked, realizing I'd struck a raw nerve.

"I've got to get out of here," he said. "I feel sick."

"Sure, kid. Wait for me outside. I'll have lunch delivered to my office."

Brian was silent during our short walk back to my office. At least he was regaining his color. He no longer resembled a walking corpse.

"Why did you say those things to me?" Brian asked, once we were back in the privacy of my office.

"I've been around, kid. I recognize a fag when I see one. This business is full of fags and dykes. And then you have your fucked-up people. I've seen it all. Done most of it too."

Brian didn't dispute my observations. He just stared at me. I could tell his naive brain was on overload. He looked like he was about to slip into a coma. It was time for some shock therapy. If the kid couldn't cut it, better find out now than later.

I picked up the phone and called a friend who designs wardrobe for a lot of performers. "Billy boy, I need a favor. I got this new, young stud who needs a fitting. Can you send someone this afternoon? I really appreciate it Billy. Oh, and Billy, why don't you send Freddie. He does great things."

Freddie was a hot, young cocksucker who worked for Billy. I was sure that once Freddie got a load of Brian, things were bound to happen. I would have staked my reputation on it.

By the time Freddie arrived, we had eaten, I had booked studio time and worked up a preliminary contract. "Sign here, kid, and you're on your way."

"Shouldn't I have a lawyer look this over first?" Brian asked.

"It's up to you. It's just an agreement between us stating that you won't sign with another agent. Simple, straight forward stuff."

Brian carefully read through the document before signing it. "This is all happening so fast."

"Time is money, kid."

The temperamental Freddie arrived in such a huff, storming right past Brian without noticing him. "What the fuck is so important that you have to drag my sorry ass all the way down here in the middle of the day? You think I'm your personal puppet, or something?"

"Freddie, I'd like you to meet Brian."

Freddie spun around, in his flamboyant style, to face a wide-eyed Brian. "Oh, sweet Jesus," gasped Freddie. "There is a God. Quick somebody pinch me. I think I've just died and gone to heaven."

"So what do you think of him, Freddie? You think you can do something with him?"

Freddie clutched his fist over his heart. "Are you shitting me?" He choked, peering at me over his sunglasses. "What I wouldn't do with him hasn't been thought of yet."

"Stand up, kid. Let Freddie have a good look at you."

Brian slowly stood. Freddie circled him like a starving vulture. "You're exquisite. But we need to do something about lifting up your basket." With that, Freddie reached out and cupped Brian's crotch in his hand and gently raised his limp manhood.

Brian blushed bashfully as Freddie groped his cock and balls. It wasn't until Freddie reached to unfasten his jeans that Brian objected.

"Don't be a wuss, sweetie," Freddie said, affectionately, patting Brian on the cheek. I've seen it all. Tasted most of it, too," he giggled. "So relax, and let Freddie do his job."

I came around from behind my desk as Freddie opened up the front of the kid's jeans. "I can't work like this," Freddie wailed in frustration. "I'm and artist. My measurements must be exact. You're simply going to have to get out of those rags."

"You want me to take off my cloths?" Brian asked, astonished. My stiff cock pressed out against my pants as I went across the room and locked my office door.

"I insist," said Freddie, twirling his tape measure.

"I don't know if I can do that," Brian said.

Yanking down the front of the kid's pants, Freddie offered, "Sure you can. See how easy it is."

Freddie and I both stared lustfully at the kid's vulnerable, young flesh. His sizable cock was half hard and getting harder right before our eyes. Freddie reached down between his own legs and squeezed his stiffening cock. Conceding to Freddie's will, Brian modestly finished stripping off his cloths.

With gay endearment, Freddie set out to get the kid's measurements. Dropping to his knees, he inhaled deeply, filling his senses with the musky scent of Brian's huge, sweaty balls. Biting down on his lower lip, Freddie leaned forward. With his nose all but buried in the dense kinky thatch surrounding the root of the kid's expanding cock, Freddie pulled his tape measure tight around the kid's smooth round ass. All signs of Brian's initial apprehension faded when Freddie undauntedly kissed the head of his delighted organ.

Pulling his tape measure from around the kid's slender hips, Freddie held it up to the young prima dona's thick, eight inch hardon. I had a good eye for such detail and had already surmised as much. The kid was perfection; talented, gorgeous and hung.

"Is it hot in here, or is it just me?" Freddie questioned, unbuttoning his shirt. The kid's stiff cock wagged with joy at the sight of Freddie's smooth, broad chest. I shared the kid's enthusiasm; Freddie was quite adorable. "I hope you don't mind if I make myself more comfortable?" Freddie added, removing his pants.

The kid and I both stared at the enormous bulge filling the crotch of Freddie's skimpy bikini briefs. I felt the head of my cock grow wet with excitement as Freddie pranced majestically around my new client. The suspense was killing me. The kid had to be nearly out of his fucking mind with lust.

"Would you like to see my cock?" Asked Freddie, grabbing the kid's big dick.

"Sure. Why not," Brian offered timidly.

"If I show you, you have to suck it," said Freddie.

The kid looked at me coyly. I merely shrugged indifferently. "No problem," was Brian's response, his cheeks glowing bright red.

Freddie cackled with excitement as he stripped off his briefs, setting free his monstrous nine-inch slab of aching manhood.

Stretching out on my thick, plush carpet, Freddie coaxed, "Come here, baby."

The kid moved slowly toward the spectacle awaiting him. Freddie squirmed, grinding his hairy ass against the soft pile fibers as he held his arms out to receive the kid. "Come put your sweet sugar lips around my big dick."

The kid melted into his arms like butter on a hot skillet. Freddie pulled the kid down on top of him in a classic sixty-nine. My cock palpitated lasciviously as I moved toward them.

Brian gulped down rigid cockmeat until he gagged on its inflated, bulbous crown. "Slow down, sugar," gasped Freddie. "Didn't your mama ever tell you to chew your meat good before you swallow?"

Freddie opened his mouth and the kid's impressive cock disappeared. I stood behind Brian, gazing down into the gaping crack of his tight, young ass. His delicate pink shithole seemed to have my name written all over it. My mouth watered hungrily as I knelt down before his beautiful ass -- as if it were a shrine to be worshipped. With all the grace of pig in heat, Freddie let out a loud slurp, trying in vain to draw more of the kid's heavenly cock into his already overflowing oral cavity. The kid was already in orbit, but it wasn't until I ventured where no man had been before, that he truly felt the force of his manhood grip his insides like a vise.

I licked his hairy butt crack until his entire ass quivered. I felt his tiny orifice tighten each time the tip of my drooling tongue flicked its puckered surface. An almost hysterical whine of sheer appreciation emerged from his cock-filled throat when I rammed my slippery oral probe deep into his spastic, little asshole.

Freddie grunted painfully. "Whoa, easy there, sugar. Watch the teeth." Freddie looked up from between the kid's thighs, giving me a hateful glare. "What are you doing to this boy? He nearly bit off my dick!" "Maybe you'd like to trade places?" I offered.

"No, no," cackled Freddie. "This boy's dick is like hard rock candy. I'll stay right where I am, thank you very much."

I knew that would shut the cock-sucking bitch up. He wasn't about to share the kid's sweet, young cockmeat with me, or anyone else. The fact that he was a greedy, selfish fuck was the only thing I didn't like about Freddie.

I licked the kid's delicious ass until my tongue ached with exhaustion. I abandoned my position just long enough to strip out of my clothes and retrieve a condom from my desk. I dropped to my knees behind the kid and unrolled the rubber sheath down the length of my seven-inch cock. The kid came up for air when he felt the head of my organ burst into his hot rectum.

Freddie slithered out from under the kid and sat back fingering his enormous cock. He watched enviously as I hammered my engorged meat into the steamy cleft separating the ivory mounds of the kid's ass. I knew what Freddie was thinking, but he would simply have to wait his turn.

My passion built rapidly. I reached out and put my hands around Brian's narrow waist and pulled his ass back as I slammed my cock deep into his belly. Freddie took one of the condoms from the top of my desk and put it on. Anticipation had him slobbering all over himself.

Brian grunted softly each time I plunged into him. His soft, passionate moans made me shiver with delight. My huge balls gently slapped against his as I humped his ass. I could feel the twinge of orgasmic pleasure welling up inside of me. I couldn't hold back another second. The kid's asshole tightened around the base of my cock and I filled the condom with my sticky spew. I hadn't fucked such a tight ass in.. .I don't know when.

I pulled my cock out of Brian's ass and moved aside to make room for Freddie. The kid howled in agony as Freddie pierced his juicy butthole. The kid's shoulders dropped and he buried his face in his hands. "Oh fuck," he wailed, "take it easy!"

Freddie was so possessed by his own selfish lust, Brian's plea went ignored. "Um, your ass feels so good," sighed Freddie. "You like my big dick, don't ya?" And he rammed it all the way inside the kid's tortured fuckhole. Brian gasped for air like he was going down for the third time. His sexy, brown eyes rolled back in his head as he swallowed his scream of profound misery.

What must have seemed like an eternity to Brian, in reality lasted only a few minutes. Freddie's ballsac tightened and he pulled his huge cock out of the kid's throbbing ass. Tearing off the condom, Freddie jacked off, shooting a hefty load of jism across the velvety cheeks of Brian's defeated young ass.

The kid immediately rolled over onto his back and I took his spongy, semi-erect cock between my wet lips. Pre-cum poured from his pisshole as I sucked his helmet-shaped knob into my throat. Even though his asshole was stretched and raw, I couldn't resist the urge to finger his drowning prostate.

The tip of my slimy finger gently massaged the internal reservoir of his own succulent man juice, quickly bringing him to the brink of ejaculation.

"I'm gonna cum," Brian whined breathlessly.

Freddie dove between Brian's legs and began sucking on his tingling balls while I jacked him off with one hand and banged his butthole with the other. Whimpering softly, Brian looked down, through squinted eyes, just as the first spurt of glistening semen rocketed from his pisshole to land on his heaving chest.

His amazing cock showered his well-tanned, hairless torso with thick gobs of stringy man juice. "Oh God, that felt good," panted Brian, pulling his drained nuts out of Freddie's greedy mouth.

Brian Tyler quickly became a household name. America fell in love with the hot, young kid. He was everything I expected him to be, and more. There's just something about him that turns people on.

Brian is different from most performers I've managed. His overwhelming success had failed to spoil his innocent charms. In spite of the somewhat naughty costumes Freddie designs for him, Brian continues to be shy and reserved; the boy next door.

What a kid. His career could end tomorrow and it wouldn't change the way I feel about him. I've really fallen hopelessly in love with the kid, and his mean licks.