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Austin Butler and Carter Jenkins
Part 1 – Carter's Predicament


Copyright on this story text belongs at all times to the original author only, whether stated explicitly in the text or not. The original date of posting to the MMSA was: 07 Mar 2010


This story is a work of fiction and is set during the filming of Aliens in the Attic (2009) in which both Carter and Austin star. The two studs have been forced to share a trailer in order to bond and, it was hoped, be able to play their respective characters better.

I claim no ownership of any characters in this story, wish to imply nothing about the actors described and want to stress that this is a work of fiction!

"Austin!" Carter yelled as he banged on the bathroom door for what he was sure must be the hundredth time, "man we have to be on set in ten minutes and I need to have a shower before then!"

Carter stood in his tight, white briefs with his towel draped around his neck. His milky white skin seemed to gleam in the pale morning light, highlighting the lithe though impressive muscles underneath. Carter had expected to make a quick run from his room to the bathroom he shared with Austin in their lavish caravan and was surprised to find himself stuck outside the bathroom door, banging furiously in an attempt to relieve his frustration.

On the other side of the door Austin leaned casually against the sink. He had finished using the bathroom ten minutes previously and stood there playing his PS3, grinning mischievously to himself.

Austin Butler was (and still is) breathtaking. His blonde hair was casually towel tousled and framed a cherubic face. He hadn't yet bothered to get dressed, wearing only a thin white towel around his waist. Austin deliberately rolled the top of the towel so that the bottom reached only halfway down his muscular thighs. The overall effect was to conceal as little as possible.

Unlike the adorable geeky Carter, Austin was tanned where Carter was pale and buff where Carter was wiry.

Austin waited until Carter made a particularly hysterical plea before abruptly opening the door. Carter stood gaping at the young stud who suddenly appeared before him.

"Morning," Austin said. Carter stared at him without responding.

Austin smiled before deciding to screw with Carter. Austin bit the side of his lip and inclined his neck slightly to look up at Carter. It had the desired effect...

"Au...au...Austin," Carter finally managed to stammer.

"Yes Carter?" Austin asked innocently. He leant his thumb on the top edge of his towel – which was already worn relatively low on his waist. Carter's eyes automatically zeroed in to his crotch. Austin slowly pushed on the towel to expose the end of his abdominal muscles as they transitioned into his neatly shaved pubic region.

"I need to use... the bathroom," Carter managed to say after what seemed an eternity.

"Mmm, I'm sure you do," Austin said slyly, "try not to use all of the handcream though."

"Handcream?" Carter asked innocently as Austin turned to walk away.

Austin didn't speak, but simply paused and glanced down at Carter's crotch and the now obvious erection tenting the front of his tightie-whities. Carter flushed with embarrassment and covered his crotch with his hands. He wanted to run into the bathroom but found himself unable to move. Like a deer caught in headlights, he froze under Austin's crystal blue gaze.

Austin snorted with laughter and walked away from Carter. Carter's eyes hungrily followed Austin as he walked back to his bedroom and Austin, always the performer, dropped his towel with a few feet to go giving Austin a view of his breathtaking, muscular arse. Carter noticed with surprise that Austin had no tan lines – his tan covered all of his visible butt cheeks.
 

Five minutes later Carter was showered and walking back to his room wearing a new pair of tightie whities. When someone grabbed his back, pushing him roughly into the wall. Carter knew what was coming next but couldn't act quickly enough to do anything, even if he could have been quick enough he doubted he would have been strong enough to resist.

"Wedgie time," Austin's voice murmured huskily in his ear.

Carter gasped with surprise as his white briefs were suddenly yanked upwards, their previously comfortable back becoming a string of fire in his butt hole. The wedgie exposed each of his white cheeks putting him in an extremely vulnerable position.

But Carter had other problems, the helplessness of his position, coupled with the pressure being exerted on his cock were quickly contributing to a world class boner. As Carter was being pressed into the wall his balls dangling down his cock was pushed flat against its surface and began to grow meaning that his circumcised cock head would soon be appearing out of the top waistband of his briefs. This situation was further exasperated by the quantity of material disappearing up his butt hole, which left less and less to cover the front.

Carter tried to circumspectly move his hands to pull the front of his waistband upwards, but Austin, thinking that Carter was attempting to pull the cotton out of his tortured crack hurriedly grabbed each of Carter's wrists with his meaty hands and pulled them straight above his body. As Carter was slightly the taller Austin had to move his body in closer to Carters in order to maintain his grip on Carter's wrists.

Carter felt as if a lightning bolt had shot through his body when he realized that Austin's bare chest was pressed against his back and the intimidating massive bulge of Austin's crotch radiated heat against Carter's bared backside.

"Ahh, Austin," Carter said hesitantly.

"Yes Carter," Austin answered politely.

"We should really be getting to the set," Carter said, his voice gaining confidence.

"Oh, didn't you hear?" Austin asked Carter innocently.

"Hear what?" Carter asked with rising trepidation.

"We're not shooting today anymore. Schultz has had to go visit his mum – she's not feeling very well."

"Oh," Carter said sounding defeated, "that's a pity."

"So," Austin said, "what do you think we could get up to today?"

Carter felt his throat tighten as Austin started to tug on the back of his briefs, playfully forcing the tight cord that had once been the back of his underwear up Carter's crack.

When Carter didn't reply Austin gave one final tug, pulling upward suddenly with all of his strength, Carter yelped with surprise and Austin patted him on his bared buttocks in an encouraging way. After a moment Austin let go and Carter felt his presence back away from him.

"Turn around Carter," Austin said in a commanding voice.

Carter quickly glanced down at his cock which was now poking keenly above his waistband and straining against the pressure of the tight material, a spherical globule of pre-cum sat glistening on its tip.

"That's ok, I'm cool here," Carter said in what he hoped was a casual sounding voice.

"Turn around or I will rip those tightie whities off you and throw you outside," Austin told him cheerfully.

"You wouldn't!" Carter said with genuine surprise, "even you would get in trouble for doing that."

"I doubt it," Austin answered, "all of the bosses have taken the day off and lets face it, everybody else likes me better than you."

Carter flushed furiously. He was beat and while he didn't particularly like the idea of Austin seeing him with a raging hard-on the thought of part of the cast and crew seeing him completely naked was much worse.

Carter slowly turned around. Austin was wearing only a pair of plaid boxers, and while his package, as always, looked massive there was no evidence of any arousal.

Austin laughed hysterically.

"Oh...my...god..." he said staring at purple headed cock, "man you actually enjoy being wedgied?" He asked disbelievingly.

"No!" Carter said while blushing furiously.

"Or is it you like being wedgied by me?" Austin asked suddenly thoughtful. Carter looked up to find Austin staring through the floor apparently deep in thought. Austin's eyes suddenly locked on Carter's.

"You realize that if this kind of thing got out it would not only humiliate you but ruin your career?'" Austin asked Carter conversationally.

"Austin, please...man....no," Carter said suddenly panicking.

"Relax!" Austin said soothingly "I'm not going to say anything...as long as you behave!"

"Behave?" Carter asked nervously.

"Yeah, basically... you're my bitch," Austin informed him with a cheerful grin.

TO BE CONTINUED...

(Apologies for the lack of spanking in this chapter, your patience will be rewarded!!!)

 
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