Carson Gets Cast

(Remastered Edition)

A Craig P (craigpwriter888@tutanota.com) and J collaboration

Author’s Intro:

This story was originally published on Nifty back in the summer of 2020. I recently reread it and the number of typos and grammar issues appalled me, so I pulled it down to be reworked. My writing has improved significantly since then, and I wanted to fix glaring issues. It’s a great tale and I received lots of positive feedback. It deserved to be better polished.

J, my collaborator on our current, larger project (Max’s Awakening / Max’s Freudian Slip) chastised me 2+ years ago for not letting him edit this and suggest improvements. He added his touch, and it’s much improved because of his input.

The story itself hasn’t significantly changed, so for those of you who read it initially, it may not be worth your time. Of course, if you enjoyed it the first time, it might be worth delving into again. I’m curious what differences people notice.

It is fairly long (about 33,000 words, which believe it or not, is reduced), but there are two parts!

Standard Disclaimers:

There is sex in this story between boys and men and boys, so if that is not your thing, move on. This is much more of a boy/boy story, but I requested it to be listed under adult-youth since there are elements of that as well and I know some readers looking for boy-boy material are turned off by any adult interaction.

This story is a slow build, with most of the raunchier aspects in Part II. Those of you who want a quick payoff will likely be too impatient to enjoy this. Those who prefer a little pretense, plot, and character development established before the sex begins might really find this one to their liking.

All characters are fictional. Any resemblance to actual people or events is pure coincidence.

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Part I - Early May

1.

Recently turned 12-year-old Carson Coleman couldn’t help but gaze out the cab window at the skyscrapers as the iconic yellow taxi made its way Uptown. Carson and his father landed late the previous night and this was his first glimpse of Manhattan in the daylight. All of it had the young boy in a daze: the tall buildings, the throngs of people, the smell, the cacophony of honking horns. It was nothing like Carson’s hometown of Ann Arbor, Michigan.

Carson hasn’t experienced a lot of things in his relatively sheltered life and is definitely not wise to the ways of the world. In fact, this was the first time he’s ever been outside the state of Michigan. His family has traveled to Detroit for a weekend to take in a baseball game a couple of times, or to his grandparent’s cottage up North, but that is the extent of his travels.

Carson is an only child and his parents were overprotective. He’s seen very few PG-13 movies, much less anything rated R. He has few interests beyond musical theater, other than being an avid reader. After a rough go at soccer and a couple other sports when he was younger, Carson’s parents were happy when he finally found something at which he excelled. He realized his passion for local theater productions and has slowly worked his way into bigger and bigger shows, albeit all still local. Naturally, Carson has followed Broadway shows for years and listens to soundtracks endlessly. To finally be here, in New York City — where it all comes to life — has him buzzing with excitement.

Carson’s agent, Ms. Theresa, is trying her best to draw the boy’s attention back to their conversation. She holds high hopes for his upcoming audition and feels fortunate to have stumbled across his talent. Well, she didn’t exactly discover him. A good friend, who teaches in the University of Michigan’s MFA program, actually watched Carson perform and facilitated an introduction.

“Theresa, this boy could be huge,” her friend stated in the email. “His voice is amazing, though still a bit untrained — and his appearance is that perfect mix of adorable and marketable. He’s downright angelic!” Attached was a video of Carson performing in Les Miserables (as Gavroche, of course).

It was immediately obvious to Theresa that Carson is a unique talent, certainly more so than any of the adults he shared the stage with. He’s a natural, and possesses a commanding presence and relatable charisma that simply cannot be taught. Oh, and that face! Even smudged with grease, he could not be more adorable.

She flew to Michigan the very next week, and after persuading his cautious parents (not itself a simple endeavor), signed Carson to a talent contract. She arranged for him to receive high-caliber voice and acting lessons and now, four months later, she’s in a cab with the boy and his father to audition for the first national tour of Stand By Me: The Musical.

The musical, based on the Stephen King novella and iconic 1986 film, was an idea scoffed at by experts when it was in development. After a very short stint off-Broadway and almost 18 months of nearly sold-out performances on Broadway, no one was sneering now.

The so called “experts” panned the show as corny and contrived, and it didn’t receive many accolades at the Tony Awards. Still, the snow garnered a cult-like following from its fans and the sold-out shows served as a testament to its popularity with mainstream America.

Songs such as “Seven Cents and a Comb,” “Traiiiiiiiiiiiin,” “We’re Not Going Back,” and “Suck My Fat One” may not have been popular with the uppity theater crowd, but they were beloved by the general public. A strong cast of attractive boys fueled the show’s popularity, as well. There was a similar buzz around the show’s leads as there were over the four Billy’s when Billy Elliot debuted roughly a decade earlier.

One of the most popular, iconic scenes with the show’s diehard fans is that which depicts a tender moment between the protagonists, Chris and Gordie. Deviating slightly from the source material, the musical includes a climactic scene where Chris kisses Gordie on the cheek, hinting there may be more to their relationship than mere friendship. It’s a very brief, awkward kiss, but every time, the audience ‘awwwwwwwwws’ at how palpably touching it truly is.

Fans of the show are fanatical, with many seeing it repeatedly, some even attending dressed as their favorite character. They bring jars of pennies (and other coins) to donate to charity. The theater serves mini-blueberry pies. It’s been a frenzy for months.

With the wildly successful Broadway run, and while the buzz is still red-hot, the producers were ready to add a second cast and take the show on the road. Thus, Carson is in New York, hoping to land a spot on the traveling company. Such a role would be far bigger than anything he’s ever been cast in. In fact, if selected, he would suddenly earn nearly as much as either of his parents.

2.

Ms. Theresa finally managed to recapture Carson’s attention. “Just remember all the things we’ve been talking about for the past few weeks. Be polite, relax, and be yourself. Don’t forget to refill your water bottle before you go into the audition room. You’ll do great!”

As much as she’s trying to build up Carson, Theresa has concerns. The boy seems so in awe of the city that she worries he’ll choke and squander whatever little chance he might have. She always understood it was a long shot for an outsider to the NY scene to land such a highly coveted role, but she also knows the casting director, Gregory Smits has a penchant for finding and elevating undiscovered talent. It seems to thrill him to discover and introduce a diamond in the rough.

With six slots being filled to play the four boys on a rotating basis, she hoped Carson might (somehow) charm his way into an understudy opportunity, who would mostly fill in to play the lesser roles of Vern and Teddy. She knew the boys casted to be Chris and Gordie would be awarded to bigger names with significantly longer resumes.

There is one other thing working in Carson’s favor, however. Ms. Theresa hadn’t mentioned it to Mr. or Mrs. Coleman, but Mr. Smits has a well-earned reputation in Broadway circles for being attracted to young, all-American looking boys — and not always in innocent ways. It’s one of those dirty little secrets that is swept under the rug so long as shows are popular, profitable, and nobody complains.

Fortunately for Carson, he fits that “all-American” description to a tee. His sweet looks remain very boyish. He’s soft spoken, polite, and has a nice, round face perfectly framed by thick black hair that he wears conservatively. He looks like the quintessential boy next door. But would he be willing to let Mr. Smits inspect the goods, so to speak?

Despite the ethics, it isn’t something Ms. Theresa dwells on. There’s nothing she could do to help with that situation. Either Carson has the talent to get the job without having to submit to Mr. Smits’ wanton desires, or he just won’t get the role. There’s no way she can grease the wheels with an outsider such as Carson. His parents would flip. Of course, there was always the chance Carson might miraculously go along “on the couch,” but she doesn’t think that’s likely.

3

Carson nervously followed his dad and Ms. Theresa to the end of the hallway on the 38^th floor.

“Well, here we are: SKP Productions. You’ll go in by yourself and tell the receptionist your name. They will be expecting you,” Ms. Theresa instructed. “Your father and I will be in the Starbucks in the lobby. You saw it when we came in, right?”

“Yes, ma’am,” Carson answered hesitantly. His heart was pounding and he felt his hands getting clammy.

“Shouldn’t we stay with him a bit longer, just to make sure he’s settled?” Carson’s dad asked.

“Absolutely not!” Ms. Theresa adamantly answered. “A role this prominent requires responsibility. Carson needs to show he can handle himself. He’s twelve, Mr. Coleman! He will be fine. Right Carson?”

Carson smiled. As stern and direct as Ms. Theresa was with him sometimes, he appreciated the fact that she didn’t treat him like a little kid. 

“Okay, in you go. Break a leg!” 

“Love you pal,” his dad added. “You’ll do great.”

4.

After checking in, Carson sat quietly, mulling lyrics in his head. The nice lady offered him tea and told him Mr. Smits and the rest of the audition panel were still at lunch. He’d been told in advance to be prepared to sing specific songs from the show, and is mouthing the words while he waits.

Carson wasn’t sure what to expect in the waiting room, but one thing he would have never anticipated was his idol, Jack Logan! A few minutes after Carson arrived, Jack waltzed in carrying a venti frap from Starbucks. Carson’s eyes almost bugged out from his face as he observed Jack in his joggers and a plain, light-blue t-shirt which highlighted his muscular frame.

Blond-haired Jack Logan was the current darling boy of Broadway and one of the stars of SBM on Broadway. At 13, Jack is a little more than a year older than Carson. He’s a few inches taller, but much more muscular. Jack was an aspiring gymnast before being discovered and is still incredibly fit. With his athletic past, and a continued penchant for working out, he was the perfect choice to play Chris Chambers. In fact, many fans believe he strongly resembles River Phoenix, who played Chris in the film version. Jack is mobbed after every show at the stage door by teenage girls drooling over him. If he had any interest in girls, he could have his choice. 

Unlike Carson, Jack had already been in several Broadway shows. He got his first break as little Les in Newsies, before working his way through numerous iconic boy roles. Next came Gavroche in Les Mis, followed by a short stint in School of Rock as Billy, where they had to downplay his powerful physique to match Billy’s more flamboyant personality. Jack pulled it all off without a hitch. He filled in on various projects before landing the role of Chris.

There are videos all over YouTube of Jack singing at various fundraisers, night clubs, and reunion shows. And Carson had watched all of them, multiple times. The truth is, Carson is completely infatuated with Jack. He idolizes him. He follows him on Instagram (along with lots of other Broadway stars), but there was something about Jack that makes his heart race every time he posts something new.

***

As Carson neared his recent 12^th birthday, he became cognizant of new, scary feelings. He’s come to realize that boys like Jack Logan hold an intense appeal to him. One of his friends back home, Megan, the neighbor girl he hangs out with regularly, is who caused him to recognize his attractions. He was showing her something on his Instagram when she pointed out all of the stories listed first were not only from Broadway performers, and were exclusively boys and men. Since Instagram sorts stories by how often you view them, the pattern was obvious. 

Carson had never really thought about it, but there it was, right in front of him. As he scrolled through his feed, there were stories from girls as well, but they were all much further down the list. The girl playing young Nala in Lion king had posted something, as had the current Katie from School or Rock. It dawned on him that he may or may not even bother to look at those stories on any given day. But if Jack Logan or another cute boy updated, he wouldn’t miss it. Not ever. 

Once Megan pointed it out, he realized when a boy posts, he often stares at the picture and even regularly zooms in to get a better look. Once she went home, he went through several profiles looking at previous uploads. Without even thinking, he always gravitated to shirtless pics (if there were any). It was the first time it occurred to Carson that he might be gay, as looking at pictures like this made his small penis stiffen.

***

“Hello Jack,” the receptionist greeted him warmly. “We missed you this morning, but we have a full slate this afternoon. Mr. Smits is still at lunch, but will be glad you made it. This is Carson, who is first up this afternoon.”

Carson watched the entire exchange in stunned silence. He couldn’t believe it. It was THE Jack Logan, in the flesh! Right here, in the same room with him! He suddenly forgot the lyrics he was working so diligently to remember. To be honest, he was so awestruck that he wasn’t sure he even knew his own name.

When Jack walked towards him, his heart raced. “Hi Carson. I’m Jack,” the blond boy said affably.

Carson nervously stood to greet him. “I-I-I… know,” he managed to stammer as he extended his hand, which was shaking. As Jack gripped it tightly, Carson peered into Jack’s deep blue eyes. His mouth went dry and he felt his legs weaken. “Oh my God, he’s even more perfect in person,” Carson thought to himself.

“Well, it’s nice to meet you. You’re the boy from Michigan, right?” Jack asked as he looked Carson up and down. “I saw your audition tape. Nice pipes, man.”

Carson couldn’t believe it. Jack Logan actually knew who he was? And was complimenting him? “I, uh… I’m not as good as you, though,” he managed to stutter as he sat back down. As he bent at the waist he realized something else: he was hard as a rock. He had to quickly adjust so it wasn’t obvious. He desperately hoped Jack wouldn’t notice.

Jack waved his hand dismissively and sat next to him. Jack asked Carson about his past roles and they shared stories about playing Gavroche.

“I almost fell off the barricade one night,” Jack said. “My foot slipped as I threw the bag of ammo and I just about ate it.”

As they talked, Carson slowly became more at ease and relaxed. His heart was still beating quickly, but at least it wasn’t racing. Annoyingly, his damn boner will not go down! He kept having to shift and tug at his junk to get it in a comfortable and unnoticeable position. At least, he hopes it’s unnoticeable.

“Sorry to interrupt, but Jack, they’ve returned,” the receptionist called out.

“Well, I better go in. I can’t wait to hear you sing,” Jack told Carson as he slapped him on the knee. “See you in a few minutes, bud.” 

‘Bud’? Carson was almost floating.

5.

A few minutes after Jack’s exit, Carson was summoned. It’s now or never.

Mr. Smits enthusiastically greeted him. Mr. Smits — a tall, middle-aged man — is sharply dressed in slacks, polo, and a nice jacket. His dark hair was highlighted by glimpses of gray peeking through at his temples. Carson detected a hint of expensive cologne.

“Carson Coleman, it’s a pleasure to have you here,” Mr. Smits said after shaking his hand. He put his arm around the boy's shoulder and walked him toward the panel. “I believe you already met Jack. This is Ms. Baxter, our choreographer, and Ms. Collins, the youth vocal director.”

Carson heard the introductions but it all went in one ear and out the other. All he could focus on was Jack smiling at him broadly. His knees are perilously close to buckling.

Mr. Smits guided Carson to the middle of the room before taking his seat next to Jack.

Jack immediately leaned over and whispered to Mr. Smits. “I told you he was cute as fuck!”

Mr. Smits chuckled and whispered back, “Mmhmm. He’s perfect.” They both smiled.

Carson observed their exchange with trepidation, mystified at what they could possibly be saying about him. Whatever it is, at least they’re smiling.

 “Okay then,” one of the ladies instructed Carson. The star-struck boy had already forgotten her name. “We will start with Seven Cents and Comb. Whenever you are ready.”

Carson sipped his hot tea, took a deep breath, and closed his eyes. “Ready.”

As the music began, Carson tapped his foot. He belted out the song’s first stanza, his naturally beautiful tenor voice enveloping the room. He stared into the space above his small audience, praying he wouldn’t become distracted.

Everything was going beautifully. Carson knew he sounded great so far. He’s right on pitch, with perfect timing and enthusiasm. 

He’s making a remarkable first impression and the observers were all combating the urge to react. The panel recognized their incredible fortune of having such a gifted singer audition. Carson’s voice has a natural beauty you just don’t hear often. Outwardly, they were containing their surprise. Inwardly, everyone was enthralled. Where did this boy come from? His voice soared and filled the room. It’s cliche, but the boy truly has the voice of an angel, and the boyish look to match!

And… then it went south. Just before the second stanza began, Carson made the mistake of looking at Jack. The older boy smiled at him as he mindlessly adjusted his crotch. Carson immediately lost focus and was unable to remember the lines. The music cut off.

“Let’s try that again,” Mr. Smits said, trying to reassure the boy. “You’re doing fine Carson, just relax.”

Carson was blushing, his whole body sweating. He was completely embarrassed. He knows every song by heart, but glancing at Jack and watching him adjust himself was too much for the barely pubescent boy to handle. He lost all composure.

He took another sip of tea and managed to pick up the song, but his confidence was gone and he knew it wasn’t nearly as good as the first stanza. He’s certain he’s blowing it.

“Let’s try a different song,” the older lady suggested. “Let’s do We’re Not Going Back. Let us know when you’re ready.”

Carson was shocked. We’re Not Going Back!  is Gordie’s ballad. Like there’s any chance of him landing the role of Gordie. He took a swig of his tea and tried to calm himself.

“Ready,” he announced, despite being a total mess. Thankfully, Carson managed to get through the song without forgetting any lines. Still, he was disappointed in himself. He scored this massive opportunity and knew he didn’t give the commanding, spirited performance he’s capable of.

“Thank you, Carson,” Mr. Smits told him as he finished. Carson looked around the room. Only Jack was still smiling like they all were a few minutes ago.

Mr. Smits asked him a few basic questions. Does he have siblings? What kind of school does he attend? These inquiries are designed to gauge the boy’s personality. 

“Thanks for coming in. We’ll be inviting a few boys back for a second round tomorrow. We’ll let your agent know later today if you make the cut. You can see yourself out?”

“Yes sir,” Carson said as he hung his head and slumped towards the door. He quickly made his way out through the reception area, barely aware of the three boys queuing to audition.

6.

Carson waited for the elevator, on the verge of tears, certain that he destroyed his chances. He’d forgotten lines, a cardinal sin, and not sung nearly as well as he could. It had been going so well, until he looked at Jack. Why did he do that?! 

His dad will be so angry, he’s sure of it. They spent so much time and money on lessons, then this trip, and it was all a huge waste. How can he possibly explain what happened? Admitting he basically boned on stage and became flummoxed after watching his biggest crush (who happens to be another boy) would be horrifying. Even if he keeps it vague and omits details, his agent will inevitably find out he flubbed the lines, right?

The elevator was taking forever, adding to Carson’s misery. Just as it dinged, Jack came running down the hallway towards him. “Carson! Wait!” he yelled as he ran. Carson stepped back from the elevator and quickly wiped his eyes. He didn’t want Jack to see him crying.

“Yeah?” he asked. He couldn’t figure out what Jack could possibly want. Had he forgotten something?

“Hey, that was really good,” Jack told him as he neared, quickly catching his breath. 

“Yeah, right,” Carson answered sarcastically. He knew better. “Dude, I forgot the flipping song!” He quickly wiped a tear from his cheek.

“Don’t sweat it. Everyone expected you to be nervous. You still sounded amazing.” That’s high praise, coming from Jack. 

Carson shook his head. “I’m sure I won’t be back tomorrow. Which I guess will give me more time to see the city.”

“I wouldn’t book any sightseeing tours just yet,” Jack told him. “So, where are you staying?”

“The Marriott, by Times Square. Why?” Carson replied, sniffling. 

“Nice. My dad’s apartment isn’t far from there. I thought we could meet up later. Maybe go get a slice or something.”

“What?” Carson replied. He was shocked. Did he even hear that right? Jack Logan wants to hang out? With him?

“You know, if you want?” Jack said, blushing for the first time. There’s just something about this scrawny Midwestern boy. 

“Sure, that would be awesome,” Carson gushed, before looking away. “But we are seeing The Lion King tonight. I don’t know if I’ll have time.”

“We could go afterwards,” Jack offered. He’s quite persistent.

“Won’t it be kind of late?” Carson asked.

“Late? This town doesn’t go to bed THAT early. Give me your number real quick.”

Carson rattled off his number and Jack punched it into his phone. A couple seconds later, Carson’s phone buzzed. “I texted you, so now you have my number. Catch you later, my dude.”

And with that, Jack turned his back and jogged back to the auditions. Carson wasn’t sure what to make of it. He was so certain that his audition bombed, but Jack acts like he wants to be friends. None of it makes any sense.

7.

Carson found his father and agent in the Starbucks, both scrolling on their phones. Ms. Theresa had spent the better part of the past hour allaying Mr. Coleman’s fears about Carson breaking into the business. Or, at least all the concerns that Mr. Coleman can fathom.

“Well?” they both asked with tremendous expectation.

“I dunno,” he shrugged. “It started pretty good, but I got nervous and forgot a couple lines and had to restart.” Carson could see the enthusiasm drain from his agent’s face. “And then I was so worried, I don’t think I did too well on the second song. Jack Logan was there and it had me all flustered.”

“Jack Logan? Here? At the audition? What the?” Ms. Theresa was thoroughly confused.

“Who the heck is Jack Logan?” his dad asked. 

Both Carson and his agent looked on in disbelief. “Only the hottest child star on Broadway,” Ms. Theresa informed him. “You’ll see him tomorrow night when we catch the show. He plays Chris Chambers.”

“Oh,” his dad shrugged. “Right. That Jack Logan.” He had no idea.

“Yeah, he said he was sitting in on the auditions today because it’s their day off. He asked me if I could meet him tonight, after Lion King, to go get pizza or something.”

“WHAT! Jack Logan asked YOU if you could meet HIM?” Theresa asked, stunned.

“Uh huh. He caught me at the elevators just before I came down. We also chatted for a few minutes before the auditions. He’s really nice.”

“Well then,” Ms. Theresa huffed, “you should plan on having some pizza later.”

“Is it safe for two boys to be out alone like that?” Dad asked, with obvious concern.

“Pshaaw,” Ms. Theresa replied. “They’ll be fine. I don’t know what it means exactly, but if Jack Logan wants to hang out with Carson socially, it CAN’T be a bad thing. He’s going and that’s all there is to it.”

8.

The last of the boys to audition finished just before 5:00 PM. They had seen 12 boys that afternoon and 22 in total. It took the adults a mere 10 minutes to narrow the 22 down to the 8 that would be called back. Jack sat quietly as they debated, knowing it wasn’t his place to voice too much of an opinion, especially since he had only seen the afternoon group. He’s appreciative they didn’t kick him out of the room, and was very happy to hear his two favorites, Carson and a boy from Georgia, Jacob, survived the first cut.

“Can you please help me carry stuff back to my office, Jack?” Mr. Smits asked when they were finished.

The two women exchanged knowing glances and frowned at each other. “C’mon Jane, let’s go find a glass of wine.”

Jack and Mr. Smits retreated to his office. “Well, what did you think?” he asked as he closed the door. “Is there a co-star in this bunch you can live with on tour?”

“Carson, duh! Did you hear that voice? It’s so pure and perfect. And my God, he’s fucking gorgeous. Those lips too. I would LOVE kissing him every night in the show.” 

“Ha. I knew you’d say that. He IS very cute. I’m sure a peck isn’t all you’d like to do with him.”

“Well, yeah! Did you see his perfectly round ass?”

“It seems you’ve been corrupted. You’ve become such a pervert,” Mr. Smits said as he ruffled Jack’s hair. “You aren’t wrong, though. I bet his hole is bright pink and so tight. I’d eat him out in a heartbeat.”

“Takes one to know one, right? I totally knew you’d like him. He’s so your type. I talked to him in the lobby before you guys got back. He’s a good kid, too — not arrogant or full of himself at all.”

Mr. Smits poured himself a small glass of Scotch on the rocks from his office bar. “I suspected as much. He seems pretty naive. You think there’s any chance he’d be open to… stuff?”

“Oh yeah. He popped a boner just talking to me. That has to be a good sign, right?”

“That does sound promising. You got a few minutes to stick around?” Mr. Smits asked as he sat on the small couch in his office.

“Of course,” Jack answered with a sly grin, sitting next to the man.

“You still sure you don’t mind doing this?” Mr. Smits asked. “You’re pretty much a bigger deal in this town than I am at this point. I should be the one sucking YOUR dick.”

“I don’t mind Mr. Smits,” he answered. “I promised you back when you cast me for Newsies that I would keep doing it. Plus, it’s not like I MIND sucking dick you know.” He pulled off his shirt and kicked off his shoes. “But you can suck me too, if you want.”

“Hmm. Yes, that’s a good boy. Get naked for me. You know I like a boy totally nude when he blows me,” Mr. Smits said as he leaned back into the couch and sipped his Scotch. Jack pushed down his joggers and peeled off his Calvin Klein underwear. His own cock was ¾ hard already. An afternoon imagining the auditioning boys undressed has him worked up. Jack’s cock was a little over 4” long and circumcised. A few blond wispy hairs had just recently sprouted around the base.

He knelt on the floor and undid Mr. Smits’ zipper. The man wore no underwear. He never did when there was the prospect of a boy visiting his office. It was one less thing to deal with and made it easier to tuck things away quickly if need be. Jack fished the man’s cut dick out the opening and took it into his mouth. “Oh yeah. I sure have missed you. You really should come around more often.”

“Mmmhmm,” Jack agreed the best he could with the man’s cock in his mouth. He gripped it by the base. The smoothness surprised him. “You shaved.”

“Of course. Don’t want a wild batch of pubes scaring off any new boys who might make a visit, right?” Jack remembered the first time he was in this position, nailing down his first Broadway role. He remembered Mr. Smits’ cock was hairless that day and he was right, it didn’t seem as weird or gross sucking it as it might have been if it were surrounded by an unruly bush. Jack has sucked others since and pubes annoy him to no end. He’s even told himself he would shave his own off, once they finally grow in.

“Hmmm, that’s nice Jack,” Mr. Smits said, gently caressing the boy’s head. “You remember the first time you sucked that dick?”

Jack let the man’s cock slip from his mouth. “Yeah, I was about ten. I remember thinking it was huge at the time. I could barely get it in my mouth.”

“And your teeth kept scraping me, but I didn’t say anything. I knew you’d get better at it. And boy have you.”

“Practice,” Jack answered between slurps.

“How many men have you sucked now?” Mr. Smits asked.

“I dunno. Maybe seven or eight. Most are bigger than you. Yours is easy to suck now.”

“Gee, thanks Jack,” Smits replied sarcastically. “You’re going to give me a complex talking like that, you know.”

“Sorry, sir,” Jack grinned, knowing that Mr. Smits is only teasing. He went back to sucking him, slowly taking it deeper.

“Not too deep. We don’t need you with a sore throat. You have eight shows to do this week.”

Jack swirled his tongue around the head and bobbed up and down as he jerked his own cock. It isn’t just that he doesn’t mind it, Jack actually thoroughly enjoys giving head. Man dick, boy dick, it doesn’t matter: He loves tasting them all.

“Oh fuck Jack, I’m getting close,” Mr. Smits warned. The man never takes long to cum.

Jack felt Mr. Smits push down on his head, holding him in place as his mouth filled with the man’s juice. He jerked his own cock faster and faster as he swallowed the salty cum. He managed to suck down the last of it just in time to cry out as his own, dry orgasm shuddered throughout his body.

“Oh man, that felt great,” he exclaimed before licking his fingers, claiming the few bits of semen that had escaped his hungry mouth.

“Stand up,” Mr. Smits instructed. Jack stood up, his cock twitching still before him. Mr. Smits gripped the boy’s cock and squeezed. A small drop of fluid formed on the end. Mr. Smits wiped it off with his finger and licked it. “Pre-cum. But with those hairs, you’re going to be cumming for real very soon. And then,” he continued with a heavy sigh, “you know what comes next?”

“Yeah, my voice will change,” Jack answered dejectedly.

“Right-o. And you can’t suck enough dick to stay employed with a cracking voice.” He patted the boy's small butt for good measure. 

“I know. It’s the black hole,” Jack answered, referring to the time frame when older teen boys have a hard time landing roles, at least in musicals.

“Well, you still have a good year or two in you,” Mr. Smits answered as he tucked his cock back into his trousers.

“I hope so,” Jack answered, pulling his clothes back on. “So, do you think Carson has a chance?”

“Absolutely, but he can’t flub his lines again. The ultimate decision is mine of course, but I can only go against the old hags so much. They were in awe of him when he first began to sing, but consistency is important.” 

“I know. I’m going to meet him later and give him some pointers.”

“Good. Maybe you can find out which team he plays for as well. Feel him out, literally if you can. See if he will fit in, so to speak.”

“On it sir,” Jack replied.

9.

Carson and his dad were milling around Times Square when his dad’s phone buzzed.

“He’s made it through!” Ms. Theresa exclaimed the second he answered. “The production office just called.”

“What? Really? Awesome!” his father replied.

“Who is it?” Carson asked excitedly, pulling at his dad’s arm.

“You got a call back,” his dad whispered. Carson’s eyes widened in shock. He was so sure he’d blown it.

“I’ll meet the two of you in the lobby at nine,” the agent instructed. 

“Got it. See you then,” Mr. Coleman replied and hung up. “You did it, Carson! You’re going back tomorrow. Ms. Theresa is meeting us after breakfast.” They both jumped up and down and hugged. It was one of the few times his father had shown physical affection.

***

“CONGRATS DUDE!” was the text that came from Jack a few minutes later.

Carson read it with excitement. He still can’t believe he has Jack Logan’s phone number. Before he could reply, Carson’s phone rang. It’s Jack. 

“Congratulations on the callback. I know how exciting that can be.”

“Thanks man. I was sure I’d blown it,” he replied.

“Nah. Not with that voice and your good looks. And… I might have put in a good word.”

It didn't fully register with Carson that Jack finds him attractive. “Really?”

“Of course. We still getting pizza later?”

“Sure. My dad said it’s fine.”

“I’ll meet you in your hotel lobby after the show. Text me when you get out, yeah?”

“Yes. I can’t wait. I’m so excited!”

“About what? Lion King? Getting pizza with me? Or your call back tomorrow?”

“Yes, YES, and yes!” Carson replied, giggling.

“Nice. See you tonight.”

Carson is on cloud nine. He hadn’t ruined his opportunity after all, is about to see his first Broadway show, and best of all, he’s socializing with his favorite performer (and biggest crush) later. Could his young life be any better?

10.

Carson was aglow as he filed out of Lion King. The show had blown him away. He’d seen a traveling version of it in Ann Arbor, but it was nothing compared to the permanently-staged production on Broadway. He was in complete awe, even though he was distracted at times by his impending plans with Jack.

“Hey, we're leaving the theater now. We still meeting?” Carson texted Jack as they turned onto 7th Avenue. He can scarcely believe he has plans to hang out with Jack Logan, much less alone! The truth was, he half-figured Jack would conjure some excuse to cancel.

“Yup. I’m almost to your hotel,” came the immediate reply. It was after 10:00 and Carson was in awe that Jack was allowed to travel around the city alone. His parents would never let him do something like that, even in Ann Arbor where nothing exciting ever happens. But Jack was right, the streets were every bit as crowded around Times Square now as they were in the middle of the afternoon. It didn’t feel remotely dangerous.

***

Carson spotted Jack as soon as they entered the hotel. A small group of teenage girls were gathered around him, getting his autograph. You could tell they were all giddy at meeting him. Jack was not even trying to be inconspicuous. He had on his “Stand by Me” company jacket, with his name embroidered across the left breast.

Carson and his dad waited to the side for the crowd to disperse. Jack caught a glimpse of Carson and promptly excused himself. “Sorry ladies, but I have to go. My good friend Carson has arrived and we have places to be. Thanks for talking with me.” He was polite and pleasant, but assertive. Carson was amazed at how adept he is at handling the fans. He was also astonished that Jack referred to him as his ‘good friend.’

Jack introduced himself to Mr. Coleman. “We won’t be gone very long, sir,” Jack said. “There’s a great pizza place over on 8^th and up a few blocks. We’re just going to get a slice and chat, if that’s okay. I have a few pointers for Carson for his call-back tomorrow.”

Hearing that made Mr. Coleman quite pleased. It’s nice having someone on the inside. He certainly no longer had any trepidation about his son going out. The streets seem plenty safe and Jack can clearly handle himself. A few years in the spotlight have taught him well. Plus, Carson has his phone and was sharing his location. He can keep good tabs on him.

***

The boys struck out and headed up 7^th and across 49^th towards 8^th. “So, you liked Lion King?” Jack asked. Carson gushed about it like it was the best thing ever. He was slightly disappointed when Jack told him “it’s just okay” and then added “there are a lot better shows.” It kind of made Carson feel like a naive fan boy, lost in the lights of the city and stage.

Carson couldn’t help but notice how many people they walked by turned their heads or did double-takes of Jack. He was clearly recognized by many on the street. A few even said “Hello Jack” as they walked by. It was awesome and Carson couldn’t believe that he was commanding the attention of a true celebrity.

Jack held the door for Carson at the pizzeria and they both ordered a slice of pepperoni and root beer. “My favorite,” Carson said as he bit into the hot slice of greasy, melted cheesy goodness.

“Mine too,” replied Jack. “Just don’t tell my grandma I’m eating it. She’d have a conniption. It’s not kosher.”

“Kosher? You’re, um…”

“Jewish? Duh. You mean you’re not?”

“No,” Carson replied, suddenly worried that not being Jewish might be a liability. “We’re not really much of anything.”

“Us either, really. I didn’t have a bar mitzvah or anything. I’m really half-Jewish. My dad’s dad and my mom’s mom are both Jewish, but my other two grandparents are gentile enough that I managed to get blond hair. My last name isn’t actually Logan. Logan is my middle name, so we made it part of my stage name. I’m really Jack Logan Schererman,” he explained nonchalantly. “Anyway, my mom’s folks are still very Jewish. It’s not bad, I get eight nights of Hanukkah presents. But I DO have to eat kosher around them. My mom’s afraid of pissing them off and getting cut out of the will.” 

“I don’t know what’s kosher and what’s not. I don’t think I even know any Jewish people,” Carson admitted.

“Ha. You will. It’s pretty simple. No lobster, shrimp, or pork, which I eat anyway because they are all freaking delicious. And you’re not supposed to mix meat and cheese, so this would be a no-no,” Jack said, raising his slice before biting off a huge bite.

“Well, I won’t tell,” Carson said.

“I know you won’t. I can tell you are trustworthy.”

That made Carson beam. “Thanks. Man, I still can’t believe I got called back for tomorrow,” he replied, changing the topic back to the auditions.

“You’ll be fine dude, but I did want to give you some pointers for tomorrow.”

“Will you be there again?” Carson asked.

“Nah. We have a matinee tomorrow, so I’ll be getting ready.” Carson was somewhat disappointed, but he was also relieved. After all, it was Jack’s presence that had thrown him off.

“Oh, that sucks,” Carson replied, trying to appear more disappointed than he was. “So, what will we have to do tomorrow? Do you know?”

“Yeah. That’s one of the reasons I wanted to meet up tonight. There are things you should know.”

That piqued Carson’s interest. Jack sounds so mysterious. “Like what?”

“Well, tomorrow there will be four boys at once in the audition room. They are going to let you mingle to see how you get along. It will be important to act like you could be friends with all of them, even if you think some of them are complete douches. And honestly, one or two of them will probably be real schmucks,” Jack explained, before pausing. “They’ll show you some simple dance moves to see how you move and how quickly you learn. Finally, you will have to sing again. But, uh, it will be a little different.”

“‘Different’ how?”

“You’ll be singing in just your underwear. That’s how.”

“What? That’s nuts! Why?” Carson was shocked.

“Well, we do a scene on stage where all of us are in our underwear. Well, not exactly underwear. On stage we have on modesty patches that cover everything underneath our tighty-whiteys.”

“‘Modesty patches’?”

“Yeah. It’s basically a flesh-colored Speedo, super skimpy that hides everything. It would be super embarrassing if your dick slipped out the side of the undies in front of a thousand people, right?”

“Oh shit! Yeah, that would suck,” Carson answered, laughing a bit as he imagined a boy flashing his dick by accident on stage.

“Anyway, they figure if you can’t cope singing in an audition room nearly naked with three other boys and a few adults, there’s no way you’ll handle it on stage under the bright lights.”

“So, it’s kind of like a test?”

“Exactly. They started doing it when they cast a boy who couldn’t get past his modesty in front of people, and had to cut him before he even debuted. So, be sure to wear something, underwear wise, you’ll be comfortable being seen in.”

Carson quietly thought about what was left in his suitcase. Then it hit him: of all the underwear he owns, he packed some of his flashiest pairs. He wears trunks and boxer briefs, and nothing left in his bag were remotely subtle. “Oh shit!” Carson exclaimed.

“What? You do wear underwear, right?” Jack asked, grinning.

“Of course! It’s just that I packed my wilder ones… I think.”

“Like what?”

“Well, black with bright green aliens all over. Or neon green.”

“Wear the ones with aliens,” Jack replied calmly. “And act proud as fuck of them, like you don’t have a care in the world being seen in them. Remember, everyone else is going to be surprised when they have to strip. You being willing and unembarrassed will make a great impression.”

That made sense to Carson. At least with Jack not being there, he wouldn’t have to worry about popping a boner! Well, unless some of the other guys are cute. Fuck, why did he think of that? He made a mental note to NOT check out any of the other boys auditioning.

“Thanks for telling me about all this. Without the heads up, I’d have probably freaked out tomorrow.”

“No problem. I really want you to make it through.”

“Really? Why? I mean, why me?” Carson simply can’t figure out why Jack cares so much. He watched a bunch of boys audition, so why did he pick Carson to hang out with? Is that typical?

“Well, I think you’re pretty cool. So many Broadway kids are so fucking full of themselves and totally insufferable. You aren’t like that. I could tell the minute we met. If I am going to be spending a year on the road, I want to do it with fun people.,” Jack explained. “Besides, if I have to kiss Gordie every night on stage, even if it is just a peck on the cheek, I want it to be with someone who is cute — like you.”

“Me? Gordie? No fucking way I could be Gordie. I was hoping maybe Vern or Teddy, possibly one of the back-ups. And what do you mean, ‘going on the road’?”

“Well, that’s a secret. TOP FUCKING SECRET! If they knew I told you they would kill me. They are paying me dearly to go out with the touring company, you know, to help pull in crowds. I normally wouldn’t want to, but right now it sounds like a great idea. My parents are getting divorced and are both totally impossible. A year away from them, seeing America, will be bliss.”

“Seriously? But won’t one of them have to go on tour with you?”

“Nah. We’re hiring one of the current wranglers on Broadway to be my chaperone. He’s really cool, you’d like him. Who would travel with you?”

“Mostly Mom I think, but I dunno for sure. We really haven’t talked about it much. We figured we had lots of hurdles to get over before worrying about that.”

“Well, you might want to start, because if I have any pull — and trust me, I do — you’ll be back in a few weeks for final auditions,” Jack boasted. “And not for Vern or Teddy, either. Dude, you ARE totally Gordie. You are sweet, sensitive, cerebral, and relatable, just like Gordie. Plus, you can sing and act… and are super cute.”

Carson is completely mesmerized and can hardly process what he’s hearing. He didn’t even realize he had finished his pizza and was absent-mindedly playing with the paper plate.

“C’mon, we better get you back before your dad worries. You need a good night’s sleep too, right?” Jack said, dragging Carson from his stupor.

“Uh yeah. Right,” Carson agreed. “I better use the bathroom before we go, though. I’m not sure I can make it all the way back to the hotel after drinking that soda.”

“Good thinking,” Jack agreed. “The john is back this way. I gotta go, too.”

Carson followed Jack to the restroom and then paused at the door. He wasn’t sure if it was a one-at-a-time type setup and if not, he worried Jack would think it was really weird if he barged right in behind him. He didn’t want to do anything to annoy his new friend. “You can come in too,” Jack said, holding the door open. “It’s got more than one.”

Jack took the furthest of the two urinals, leaving the closer one open for Carson. Carson noticed there was no divider between them, which normally induces anxiety. But, he can’t have Jack thinking he’s a pussy, so he forced himself to pull up beside him at the open urinal. The bathroom is tight space-wise, as many are in NYC, and the boys were almost rubbing elbows.

Carson undid his belt, opened his fly, and pushed his trunks down. He’d never been one to use those stupid holes they put in underwear to pull your dick through. He flopped out his hairless uncut dick — all 3 soft inches — over the waistband and let his stream go. He tried not to look over at Jack, but he just couldn’t resist the urge to compare. As he glanced over, he realized Jack was making no attempt to hide himself. Carson really hadn’t seen other boys naked. He had always been shy, even at school and with friends, using a stall whenever possible. His mother used to lecture him to always use a stall, like he did when she still took him to the women’s room.

He wasn’t sure why, but Jack’s dick looked amazing to him. It looked much cleaner and neater than his own penis. He couldn’t see any skin hanging off the end. Thoughts filled Carson’s head as he drained his bladder. Was he amazed by Jack’s penis just because it belonged to Jack Logan? Or was it actually fascinating of its own accord? Did Jack always pull his skin back so far to piss? That seemed like a weird thing to do.

Lost in his thoughts, he realized too late that he had begun to stare. As he raised his glance, he realized Jack was looking right back down at him, and his own dick. 

“Um, sorry,” Carson muttered as he turned beet red in embarrassment. He quickly turned his eyes back to the wall in front of him. “What an idiot,” he thought to himself! How could you let Jack Logan catch you staring at his junk?

Jack laughed. “Dude, no sweat. I don’t care. Heck, we might end up sharing a dressing room. You’ll see my dick lots then. It’s kind of funny, though.”

“What?” Carson panicked. Was Jack making fun of his dick, saying it looked funny? Maybe his is the weird one? It’s not like he has any experience with how they normally look.

“Me asking if you were Jewish earlier,” Jack explained, laughing. “You are definitely NOT Jewish.”

Carson had no idea what Jack was talking about, but having just been caught studying the cock of a Broadway star, he wasn’t about to ask for clarification. Jack didn’t care, and that was all he needed to hear.

***

As they walked back to the hotel, Jack asked Carson an endless array of questions and managed to get his whole life story. Jack was taken aback that Carson was so honest and genuinely open with him.

Carson shared all about his athletic failures and how he doesn’t fit in at school with most of the boys, and in fact, gets teased a lot. He talked about his parents being overprotective. Jack already thought Carson was the most adorable boy he’d met in a long time. His natural sweetness and innocence were only amplifying his appeal.

Such lack of worldliness poses a potential problem, though. In the complex world of showbiz, a boy like Carson could get chewed up and spit out. He needs someone to help him learn the ropes. He needs a mentor. He needs Jack.

The idea of being Carson’s personal guide makes Jack almost giddy with delight. He’s always wanted a little brother, but his parents were one-and-done when he was born. Jack has always been nice to younger cast members, but in NY they don’t need him like Carson will if they go on tour together. In New York, kids go home to their parents every night and have their agents nearby should any problems arise. Going cross-country for a year will be quite different.

By the time they arrived back at the hotel, Jack was falling hard. There was already a magical attraction the minute they met at the audition, but his feelings were rapidly intensifying. He’d invited Carson for pizza partly to help scout him for Mr. Smits, so as to stay in the man’s good graces. But now, he’s glad he went for his own benefit. Jack definitely felt a strong connection forming between them. If Carson doesn’t end up being cast, Jack will be disappointed and annoyed. He’s going to do everything possible to make sure it happens.

Jack walked Carson all the way to his room before saying goodbye with a brief hug and a high five for good luck.

As he rode the elevator back down to the lobby, he texted Mr. Smits and shared as many positive things he could think of to help sell Carson. He told him all about his sweet innocence, being mostly friends with girls, and how Carson stared at his dick in the bathroom — both great indications that Carson plays for ‘their’ team. And he told Mr. Smits about Carson’s huuuuuuge, hairless, uncut dick. He knew that would entice Mr. Smits. The man likes smooth and uncut.

Okay, so Jack might have exaggerated about Carson being big down there., but it doesn’t matter. He assumes by the time Mr. Smits sees for himself that Carson is more average than hung, it will be too late to turn back on casting him. Well, hopefully anyway! If Mr. Smits gives him any grief about it, he can blame it on bad lighting.

***

Understandably, sleep is proving elusive for Carson. The day’s events flashed through his mind. He could hardly believe all the incredible things that occurred: the audition, meeting Jack, seeing Lion King, and best of all, getting a call back and hanging with Jack.

The bizarre thing that wouldn’t stop popping into his mind, though? The image of Jack’s dick at the urinal. Just thinking about it again was making his own cock harden, his pink glans pushing hard to escape the confines of his taut foreskin. He reached down and gave his cock a few tugs. Carson hadn’t yet begun to masturbate properly, but he knew enough to understand how nice it feels to rub it when it’s hard like this.

“Go to sleep, Carson,” his dad groaned from the other side of the bed, causing Carson to hurriedly jerk his hand out of his pajamas. There was no way his dad could tell he was touching his penis, was there?

“I’m trying. I’m just nervous.” That was true. Thinking about tomorrow’s audition and singing in his underwear has him on edge. Worse yet, Jack made him promise not to tell anyone, so he can’t even explain why he has so many jitters.

 “You’ll be fine, son. I love you and am proud of you, whether you get this part or not. Just clear your mind and count some sheep.”

“Thanks Dad. I love you too,” he replied. Then, finally, he relaxed enough to drift into slumber.

11.

Carson woke the next morning feeling well-rested. He took a quick shower, pulled on his alien motif underwear, and checked himself out in the mirror. He looked okay, he thought. At least they aren’t super tight. Even if he does bone up, it wouldn’t be completely obvious. His only other option are the lime green athletic trunks that have a tighter fit. Everyone would be able to tell in those.

Throughout breakfast and in the cab, Carson took deep breaths and laser-focused on his goal. He received a text from Jack wishing him luck. “I have to do this,” he told himself. He can’t let Jack down. He just can’t watch Jack perform in Stand by Me tonight and have to tell him that he messed up again.

***

Carson was the last of the four boys in his group to arrive. One boy, an Asian named Jamie, was waiting with his mother, who was doting all over him. Carson couldn’t help but to laugh and grin. There’s also a stocky boy, Alex with light brown hair, and a smaller boy named Kyler, who hails from California and has thick, sweeping blonde hair and freckles.

Alex and Kyler were talking animatedly to each other when Carson walked in. Carson immediately recognized Kyler as one of the boys he saw perform on the tour of Finding Neverland a couple years ago. Back then, Kyler played the youngest Davies boy, Michael. He’d grown considerably since. Carson confidently introduced himself to everyone, including Jamie’s mother, and wished them good luck. He also complimented Kyler on the performance he had seen.

Carson was completely on top of his game. He caught the receptionist smiling at him out of the corner of his eye. He doubted one’s behavior in the reception area was ever reported to those in charge, but you never know.

***

When the boys were summoned, Carson led the charge. He promptly walked up to Mr. Smits and apologized for yesterday’s gaffes and told him how grateful he was to be invited back. He did it with just the right amount of sincerity that it left a fantastic impression on all the adults. It could have easily sounded like a suck up, but it didn’t come off like that at all.

The morning went quickly. The choreographer took the boys through a few of the simple dance moves, which went well. Carson realized Kyler really excelled at that portion, but none of the boys did poorly. None of the moves are complicated.

He was really enjoying Kyler and Alex. They're both pleasant, kind, and relaxed, regularly laughing and enjoying the audition. Jamie is definitely more uptight. He hardly said a word and seemed to be concentrating on the tasks at hand. He seems tense, or perhaps he’s just the quiet type?

When they were finished with choreography, they took a short break and were allowed to warm up their voices. When Mr. Smits called them back together, Carson knew this was when he was going to ask them to strip down to their underwear.

“Now boys, listen up. This is going to be a highly unusual request, and one I am confident you have not encountered in an audition before. I understand that some of you might not be uncomfortable with what we are going to ask of you next, and that’s okay. If you’d rather not comply with our request, we will assume you wish to withdraw your application for this role and you’re welcome to leave,” Mr. Smits explained. “Now, as you probably know, there is a scene in the show where the boys strip down to their briefs and wade through a bog. Don’t worry, we have ways of making sure your private parts remain hidden, but you ARE on stage wearing very little. So, to make sure you are comfortable with that, we would like you to finish the rest of the audition in just your underwear.”

Carson was standing amidst the four boys. To his right, he saw alarm register with Jamie, the Asian boy, right away. His neck stiffened and his eyes popped. The response on his left was more nonchalant. “Whoa! That’s a new one,” quipped Alex, chuckling.

Kyler’s only reaction was to pull the waistband of his slacks away from his hip to take a peek at his underwear. “Oh good, nothing too crazy. I forgot what I even put on this morning.”

“Sir,” Jamie interrupted in a mousy voice. “I’m not sure my mother would approve of this.”

“It’s your decision Jamie,” Mr. Smits replied. “You won’t even have to tell her about it. But if you’re not comfortable…” 

“I don’t know, Mr. Smits,” Jamie muttered as he shuffled from one foot to the next. While Jamie twisted in the wind, the other boys took a basket for their belongings from Ms. Collins and began to disrobe.

Carson made a point to be expedient so as not to appear hesitant or anxious. He was sitting between Alex and Kyler. After he pulled off his shoes and socks he stood up and quickly undid his belt and fly.

“You might not have worn anything crazy today, Kyler, but I sure did. Geesh. Who knew?” Carson joked as he confidently removed his slacks to reveal his alien print boxer briefs to the world.

“Those are sweet,” Kyler told him. 

“Hey, I think I got those same ones,” Alex added.

Jamie turned and looked on in disbelief at the other boys, who were undressing so casually. “I really don’t think I can sir,” he said abruptly and charged out the door.

“Well, I guess that’s less competition for us,” Alex whispered as he peeled off his shirt. He was naked except for his black Jockey boxer briefs. Carson looked just long enough to see a rather sizable bump in front and realized that Alex certainly has a lot more junk in the trunk than he does. Then he made himself look away. He didn’t want to stare, and God forbid, bone up.

“Yeah,” laughed Kyler. “Or, maybe he goes commando.”

“Could be,” replied Alex, leaning over between Carson and Kyler. “Or perhaps he’s just embarrassed about having a tiny dick.” All three boys busted out laughing.

***

Mr. Smits had just explained that the boys were going to sing “Traiiiiiin” multiple times, rotating the various parts, when suddenly there was a commotion outside the door. Jamie’s mom burst through with Jamie a few steps behind.

“Mr. Smits! How dare you plan something such as…THIS,” she said, pointing to the three boys in their underwear, “without even getting parental permission first. It’s appalling. I demand you let my Jamie audition WITH HIS CLOTHES ON!”

“I’m very sorry Mr. Smits,” the receptionist yelled out, gripping Jamie’s mother by the arm. “I told her she couldn’t come in, but she barged through anyway.”

“It’s fine Marie, just get her out of here, please!” Mr. Smits replied. Then he turned his attention to the irate Asian woman. “Ma’am, do not make me call security and have you arrested for trespassing. I can assure you Jamie’s agent will hear about this.”

“Mom, please! C’mon, let’s just go,” pled a mortified Jamie.

The incensed mother threw up her arms and stormed out, grabbing Jamie on the way and practically dragging him with her.

“Sorry sir,” Marie said quietly as she left and pulled the door shut.

“Wow,” Kyler said rather loudly. “Crazy Tiger Mom.” Mr. Smits couldn’t help but laugh. “Oops, sorry,” Kyler offered, covering his mouth. 

“It’s fine,” Mr. Smits assured him.

And it was. The boy was 110% correct. She is a crazy helicopter parent, and it’s better for everyone to have found out now. In any event, Mr. Smits didn’t even think Jamie was very cute.

***

Mr. Smits was once again thankful for John Cale. He was the boy who was cast and then couldn’t get past being nearly naked on stage. If not for their experience with him, he wouldn’t have a good excuse to get such a good look at so many boys this early in the audition process.

As the three remaining boys stood and prepared to sing, he took them all in. Kyler was a scrawny lad, his ribs showing but with a strong upper chest, decorated by tiny nipples. Mr. Smits guessed he might do a lot of swimming. His royal blue Calvin Klein trunks somehow managed to fit his small frame quite snuggly. A smallish lump was visible in front. He clearly wasn’t packing anything significant in the genitals department, but he does have a nice ass which was highlighted well by the Calvin’s. All-in-all, he’s a cute package. And he’d received multiple confirmations that Kyler had gained significant carnal knowledge on his last tour. Rumor was he became a complete little slut and just couldn’t get enough dick.

Alex’s body looked like it might be the most developed. The bulge in his boxer briefs was significantly more substantial than Kyler’s, and significant muscle definition was beginning to appear beneath his stocky frame. Mr. Smits guessed the boy might already have a fair amount of pubic hair, which unfortunately for the boy, might reduce the longevity of his career. It was always a concern for a boy to grow too much during the tour, or even more disastrous — have their voice start to change. The healthy bulge was also an indication that the boy was already shooting. Mr. Smits preferred boys who were still having dry orgasms, or at least producing cum that’s still watery and sweet. Alex may very well already be past that stage.

And then there was Carson. The boy was already the cutest of the eight finalists with clothes on, but without a shirt or pants, he was damn near perfect. He wasn’t fat at all, but there remained just enough baby fat on him to remind you that he was still more ‘boy’ than ‘young man.’ Mr. Smits imagined how it would feel to wrap his arms around that supple chest as he plowed the boy’s perfect ass from behind. It would be so soft to the touch!

It was actually an odd thing for Mr. Smits to think about, because topping boys usually isn’t his thing. He was a true boy lover and never wanted to do anything that might be painful for a boy. His absolute favorite thing to do was to suck their little dicks until they squealed in delight as their intense dry cum wracked their body. He still fantasizes about fucking a boy’s brains out, like he was doing now with Carson, but in his fantasies, the boy loves it. Mr. Smits was wise enough to know that there was little pleasure to be had for most boys with a man’s penis stuffed in his behind. So, for him, it was left mostly to his dreams.

Mr. Smits couldn’t believe how unusually large and dark Carson’s nipples were. He wished he could rush across the room and run his fingertips over them. He did curse the fact that the alien print on his trunks prevented him seeing much of an outline of his best parts. But, alas, he already knew from Jack’s report from the night before that Carson has a decently-sized, uncut pecker. That alone is appealing, as uncut stage boys are a rarity.

His incredible cuteness already had Carson ranked above the other boys auditioning. Mr. Smits was quite pleased that he appears to be laser focused today. Assuming he sings well, there would be no argument with the female panelists about whether to advance him to the final round of auditions in three weeks.

12.

The remainder of the audition went well for Carson, and for Kyler and Alex as well. Nobody forgot any lines and they all sang well. By the end of the morning, the three also began to form a bond. Something about the whole incident with Jamie and his mom, and singing together in their underpants, brought them together. 

They all exchanged social media information and phone numbers and wished each other luck. Carson liked them both, a lot. He would love it if they ended up together on tour.

***

After the audition, Carson was happy to be able to give his father and Ms. Theresa a much better report. He rocked the audition and he knew it. He didn’t bother to tell them about performing in his underwear, as Mr. Smits had asked they keep it a secret so anyone auditioning in the future wouldn’t know ahead of time (of course, he snickered to himself, since he did know ahead of time thanks to Jack). It was fine with Carson. Dad and Ms. Theresa really don’t need to know, do they? Mr. Smits said it was very important to show that he could trust them and he didn’t want to let him down.

“I’m starving,” Carson announced. “Can we get lunch?”

“I know just the place,” his agent answered. “It will be a perfect reward for a job well done!”

13.

Carson and his dad spent the afternoon biking around Central Park, burning off the burger and huge milkshakes they devoured at Black Tap. Carson thought it was the best! He couldn’t believe that in the middle of this huge city was his massive park with hidden trails all over. You could spend days exploring it and still not scratch the surface!

Jack texted and asked how the audition went. “I killed it!” Carson was excited to report. He had almost reached out to Jack on his own, but he was still slightly unsure of himself and felt anxious initiating conversations with a star.

“After the tonight’s show is over, come to the front of the stage and I’ll give you a backstage tour,” Jack replied.

“Seriously? Wow!” Carson replied. That was more than he ever expected. He hoped Jack might be willing to get ice cream or something but wow, a backstage tour is even better.

 ***

By the time they returned to their hotel, Carson and his father were exhausted and out in minutes. Fortunately, a knock at the door awoke them just in time to make the show or they might have slept through it.

It was a bellman at the door with a box of chocolates sent to the room by Mr. Smits. The note inside was positive!

“Great job today, Carson. So glad you came to New York to audition.” 

Carson wasn’t sure what to make of it. Is this something he does for everyone, or was this a sign he was getting called back to the final round? He started to text Kyler and Alex ask them if they got a delivery as well, before deciding that wasn’t prudent. What if it does mean something, and they didn’t get anything? They would be disappointed. He didn’t want them to worry.

***

Carson showered and put on his best remaining outfit, a pair of casual slacks and a striped Under Armor polo. He took extra time making sure his hair was just perfect, even using a little gel to spike it. The last thing he wants to do is look like a slob in front of Jack.

14.

Carson and his dad barely made it to their seats before the lights dimmed. While the Winter Garden Theater is only a few blocks from their hotel, the sheer number of people on the street slowed them down. Also being one of the larger theaters in the city, getting through security took longer than expected.

Carson’s feet bounced with excitement. From the eighth row, they had some of the best seats in the house! His whole body buzzed with anticipation as the lights went down and the curtain rose to three boys playing cards in a tree house situated stage left. There he was, Jack Logan! Carson’s stomach fluttered. He still couldn’t believe a Broadway star, THE Broadway star as far as he was concerned, was texting him personally and the two hung out together last night. He could feel his heart thumping inside his chest.

Carson beamed all through the first act. He knew the songs of course, but there was so much more to the show than just the music. There was considerable dialogue that you don’t get if you only listen to the soundtrack, to say nothing of the chemistry between the actors. Maybe it’s Jack’s stage presence, or having auditioned to be part of the cast himself, but Carson was sure this was the best show he’d ever seen, and it isn’t even half over.

As the curtain fell on the opening act, Carson desperately needed to find the restroom. The Coke he slurped down had flowed through him and his bladder was uncomfortably full. He frantically searched for the nearest restroom through the throngs.

Carson discovered the drawback to being so close to the stage is finding yourself at the tail end of a long queue to use the facilities. At the Winter Garden, the men’s room is in the basement on one end. At intermission, the ushers wind the line all the way up the stairs to the balcony. Carson froze when he realized the line was ridiculous! He danced desperately in place.

Just as he was about to climb the stairs and find the glorious end, he heard his name. He swiveled his head, unsure of where it was coming from. Finally, he noticed Kyler was in line, almost ready to descend the stairs. He walked toward him and Kyler allowed him to slide in. “There you are,” Kyler said, winking. “Been holding a spot for you.”

“Thanks man. I’m not sure I would have made it,” Carson whispered as he grabbed his crotch, indicating his dire situation.

“No sweat,” Kyler smiled back. “What are friends for? Do you like the show?”

“Heck yeah! It’s awesome!”

“I think so too. Can you imagine actually being part of it? I still can’t believe I might get the chance!”

“I know what you mean. It would be the best! Especially if we both made it!”

***

When the boys reached the bottom of the stairs and rounded the corner, they could now see into the small, crowded bathroom. Carson scoped the situation: four stalls lined the far wall, with several people waiting for them. Five urinals were placed to the left, close together with no dividers.

Carson became anxious. He really wasn’t used to peeing out in the open, but he knew he had no choice. He took a deep breath to calm himself. He reminded himself that it wasn’t a big deal when he peed next to Jack. In fact, he smiled at having been able to see Jack Logan’s dick. Maybe Kyler would stand next to him and he’ll be able to sneak a peek at him, too? He didn’t have much of a bulge in his underwear at the audition. A new-found curiosity seemed to be developing within Carson. He suddenly had a desire to see what every other boy looks like, down there. It’s not something he pondered previously, but the thought fills him with excitement now. 

Kyler and Carson were next when two men left the urinals at the same time, leaving two open places, side by side. “Looks like we’re up,” Kyler commented.

“Thank God, I’m about to burst,” Carson said, as they sidled next to one another. Carson had his belt undone before he even reached the urinal. In a flash, he had pushed down his pants and underwear and was finally getting the sweet relief he ached for. Once he began, he glanced over to Kyler. He had drawstrings on his pants that had a knot to untangle, so he was a few seconds behind Carson. Carson retracted his foreskin while he watched Kyler out of the corner of his eye. Once he solved the knot, Kyler pushed the elastic waistband of his joggers and underwear down in one swift motion. His small, cut 2” dick flopped over and a hard stream of piss quickly erupted from it. 

Carson wondered where Kyler’s foreskin was. Yesterday, he wondered whether Jack had just retracted his foreskin before he looked over. But he watched Kyler the whole time and he quite clearly didn’t have any skin hanging over the end of his dick like he does. Weird! While fascinating, Carson forced himself to look away.

To the other side of him, an older gentleman stepped up to the urinal and whipped out a small, uncut penis. Carson snuck a glance at him, as well. Finally, another with skin! Maybe he isn’t deformed after all.

***

After washing their hands, Kyler and Carson walked back toward the auditorium together. Once they reached the lobby, Kyler stopped. “Can I ask you something?”

“Sure. What?”

“Did you get a box of chocolates from Mr. Smits?”

“Yeah,” Carson replied. “I wondered if everyone did or, um…”

“If it meant he really liked our audition?”

“Yeah. I almost texted you and Alex but was afraid maybe you didn’t get one.”

“Yeah,” Kyler answered, frowning. “Oh well. If I can think of a way to ask Alex, I’ll let you know what I find out. But he probably just sends them to everyone. He’s nice.”

“Yup. I better get back to my seat. See ya.”

The boys exchanged a fist bump before separating. 

15.

The second act was even better than the first, leaving Carson enthralled. When the show reached the final scene and Chris and Gordie share their brief moment of intimacy, Carson felt something else: his first pangs of jealousy. He wants to be who Jack kisses! He closed his eyes and imagined what it would be like to feel Jack’s lips pressed against his cheek. Oh man, could it really be possible to land the Gordie role, like Jack had suggested? Just thinking about it gave him goosebumps. And an erection. A rock hard, bone steel, stiff as a brick stiffie. 

***

By the time the finale ended and the cast were taking their bows, Carson was beside himself with joy. It was the most incredible show ever, and one of the stars is his friend! When the final bars of “Stand by Me” were sung, Carson jumped to his feet, clapping madly. Jack looked right at him from center stage and grinned. 

Carson and his dad sat quietly while the rest of the show-goers filed out. They had an appointment to meet Jack for a backstage tour. Once the crowd thinned, they found their way to the front of the stage and waited. An usher soon approached them and asked if they needed something. “Oh, we’re meeting Jack Logan here,” Carson said proudly. “I’m his friend.”

“You must be getting a backstage tour,” the usher responded with a smile. “Lucky boy!”

***

Jack appeared a few minutes later, having changed into street clothes. “Hey Carson, Hey Mr. Coleman. Sorry I took so long, I had to get out of my costume. Ready?”

Carson gushed before Jack could barely finish talking. “Oh my God Jack, that was the best show ever. You were amazing!”

“Thanks. You will be, too. C’mon, let’s roll.”

Carson’s dad tried to excuse himself, but Jack wouldn’t have it. He wanted him to see backstage, but more importantly, he also wanted a photographer. Initially, they took pictures on stage. The first was of Carson alone, looking out to the seats. Then Mr. Coleman snapped another of the boys standing side by side with their arms raised. The final shot was with their arms around each other’s shoulders and their backs to the house.

Jack then took them into the deep recesses of the historic theater. He showed them his dressing room, which he shared with one of the boy swings. Carson was in awe of the room, which had an entire wall covered in fan art (i.e., drawings of the show done by fans and mailed to Jack). Jack insisted Carson put on one of his costume shirts, as he put on the other and they took pictures of them ‘twinning.’ Seeing Jack shirtless left Carson in awe. His muscular upper-body is so different from his own.

Carson and Jack talked while his dad used the restroom. “So did it take a while to get used to kissing the boy who plays Gordie?”

“Nah, not really,” Jack answered. “The director just had us spend like two minutes kissing each other back and forth at rehearsal. It got to be nothing, see.” Jack gave Carson a peck on the cheek, which surprised but delighted Carson, causing him to giggle and grin at the same time. “Mark, the boy that plays Gordie, is pretty cool but he’s nothing special to look at. If he were as cute as you, I’d have to stop myself from kissing him smack on the lips.” Jack laughed.

Carson wasn’t really sure what to make of Jack’s comment. Was he just trying to compliment him, or was he just cracking a joke? “Um, gee… thanks,” he nervously replied as his dad finally came out of the restroom. 

“Should we go get some ice cream or something?” Mr. Coleman suggested. “If it’s okay with your folks, I mean.” 

“They won’t care. I’m crashing at Dad’s tonight, so I have to find my own way back to his apartment. I’ll just text him that I’m grabbing some food with a friend. He won’t care. But, we have to make a quick stop at the stage door. Fans will be waiting for me to sign their playbills,” Jack explained as he pulled a sharpie out of his pocket.

True enough, when they came out the stage door, a sizable crowd was still gathered. They had waited while Jack gave Carson and his dad the tour, even though the other cast members had long since left. Carson and his dad quietly shuffled by while Jack stopped and signed as many playbills as he could before excusing himself.

“Let’s go. I’m hungry,” Jack said as he threw an arm around Carson, whose knees almost buckled.

***

At a nearby diner, they claimed an open booth and ordered milkshakes and burgers. Jack and Carson sat on one side, Carson’s father on the other. They swapped the photos they had taken on their phones. 

“How many Instagram followers do you have?” Jack asked.

“I dunno, maybe 50 or 60. Why?”

“Well, because if I post these pictures and tag you, a bunch of people will probably ask to follow you. Is that okay?”

“Yeah,” Carson answered excitedly. “That would be awesome. You’d do that?”

“Sure, no problem,” Jack replied. Hold on. He spent a few minutes organizing the pictures and labeling the post. 

Carson’s phone buzzed. He opened up his Instagram notification and read the post. The picture of them on stage, arms around each other’s shoulders was the first of 5 pics.

“Got to show my good friend Carson around backstage at the show. Break a leg kid,” the caption read. Carson couldn’t believe it. He felt all warm and fuzzy inside. By the time he brought up Jack’s post, it already had a dozen likes. “Wow! Thanks Jack. That’s so cool!”

By the time the burgers arrived, it had 237 likes and Carson already had 10 new followers. 

“Let’s put our phones away while we eat,” suggested Carson’s father. He was always a stickler for not having phones out during dinner and apparently his rules were meant to be applied, even in the Big Apple while dining with famous actors. Carson was worried that Jack would take offense, but he politely put his phone away without batting an eye.

Carson and his dad each shared their favorite parts of the show. Carson’s dad loved the barf-o-rama scene with lard-ass Davey Hogan most of all. Carson loved that, but he liked some of the more dramatic moments as well. 

“Mr. Coleman, when Carson comes back for the final round, do you think maybe we could hang out some? I could show you the real city.” Jack asked out of nowhere.

“We’re not even sure that’s going to happen yet. Let’s not put our cart before the horse.”

“I’ve got a good feeling,” Jack answered with a smirk. During intermission, he’d texted briefly with Mr. Smits who assured him Carson would be coming back in June.

“Gosh, I hope you’re right,” Carson interrupted.

“Me too,” Jack answered as he gave Carson’s leg a squeeze under the table. Carson had no idea what that meant, but he liked it.

“Well, if we come back, we will see what we can work out. I’m not sure if it would be me or his mom on the next trip. Mrs. Coleman hasn’t gotten to see New York City yet.”

“Cool. I’ll keep in touch with Carson and we can go from there. Is that okay?”

***

Once they left the diner, the subway stairs were just a half block down the avenue.

“See ya,” Carson waved sheepishly, not really knowing how to say goodbye. “Thanks for everything. This has been the best two days ever!”

“You’re not getting away that easy,” Jack said, advancing onto Carson with open arms. He wrapped them around Carson and gave him a tight squeeze, his hand slipping down to give his friend's butt a light pat. “Talk soon.”

Jack shook Mr. Coleman’s hand. “See you soon, sir.” And then he skipped down the stairs to catch the train.

“You two sure hit it off,” Carson’s dad commented. He smirked, the true meaning of which was lost on Carson. Dad certainly picked up on the unmistakable chemistry between the boys.

“He’s the coolest kid I ever met. It’s like we’ve been friends forever, but we just met. It’s really weird.”

“Well, sometimes it happens like that. It’s like when I met your mother. I knew we were on the same wavelength immediately. It’s a bit like that with you and Jack, it seems.” He patted his son’s shoulder. A few years later, Carson would look back fondly on this moment and realize his father was accepting, even then.

“Exactly!”

***

As they joyously traversed the four blocks to their hotel, Carson’s phone continued to buzz almost constantly in his pocket. He started to pull it out once, but was admonished. Dad had lectured him about people stealing phones on the street and also about not watching where you were going while walking on busy sidewalks, so he had to wait until they were in the hotel lobby before he could check.

Carson had a slew of new Instagram followers and a Snapchat message from Kyler, which he opened first.

Their text conversation:

Kyler: Holy freak, you KNOW Jack Logan

Carson: Yeah, he was at the auditions on Monday afternoon

Kyler: Crap. figures my audition was in the morning

Carson: Yeah. He’s cool. sucks you didn’t get to meet him. 

Kyler: Man, I wish I had known he was giving you a tour. maybe I coulda tagged along

Carson: yeah, sorry I guess I should have invited you. I honestly had kind of forgotten about it while we were talking. my bad.

Kyler: No sweat. God I’m sooooo jealous.

Carson: Well maybe you’ll still get to meet him

(Carson was thinking if Kyler got a role, they would surely be meeting soon enough — on tour!)

Kyler: god I wish. he’s SOOO freaking cute. I’d let him fuck me silly if he wanted.

Carson: Haha

Carson had no idea how to take Kyler’s last comment. Was that just some sort of slang? What the hell does “fuck me silly” even mean? New York is weird. So many things were new and very confusing.

Of course, what Kyler meant was that he would like nothing more to bend over and let Jack bury his hard cock in his boy pussy and fuck him like there was no tomorrow. Jack is so fucking cute! Kyler had grown quite fond of having older boys bum him while on tour with Finding Neverland. He’d missed his castmates in so many ways since their tour ended.

16.

Carson had a difficult time getting to sleep, again. Besides being practically euphoric after living his best day ever, his phone kept buzzing with constant Instagram notifications, both from Jack’s post and his own, which contained some of the same pictures. He was too shy to tag Jack on his post, though. He was still afraid there was some unknown protocol he was supposed to follow.

He kept picking his phone up every 10 minutes to clear the notifications. Finally, Dad made him shut it off. Lying silently in bed, it gave him time to think about the day. A few things came back to the forefront of his memory. A highlight was Jack kissing him on the cheek, the thought of which made him tingle all over. It felt so perfect.

The second was Kyler peeing next to him and him seeing another dick that lacked the extra skin he has. If his father hadn’t made him turn his phone off, he would have consulted Google to see if he could figure it out.

Thinking again about Kyler’s wiener also made him think of Kyler and his comment about wanting to be ‘fucked silly.’ He should look that up, too. Maybe there is some online site that will explain weird phrases like that.

17.

Carson and his dad slept late and were rushed leaving for the airport. On the cab ride, Carson caught up on his phone notifications. He woke up to nearly 600 new Instagram followers! He started trying to look through some of them, but realized he would never be able to check them all out. He was gratified when he noticed that several young Broadway actors that he had followed for ages were now following him back. That alone makes him tingle with excitement!

Carson had a text message from Alex too, saying how jealous he was that Carson went backstage and met Jack. Alex had seen the show before, but never been backstage. The fact that more established young actors were jealous of him made Carson smile.

Once they passed security, they had over an hour to kill. Carson found a quiet seat near the window a few rows away from his dad and began to Google. It’s time to figure some things out.

He searched for “why do some penises have skin and some don’t.” To be honest, he started to type dicks before realizing using the proper term of ‘penis’ might return a better answer. The first result took him to a webpage on puberty for boys that explained all about circumcision. Carson wondered how he could be 12 and not know much about circumcision. It was definitely not covered in the films school had shown about puberty.

Another light bulb came on when the article mentioned that some boys are circumcised because of their religion. “So that’s what Jack meant about me not being Jewish,” Carson said out loud. While he felt stupid about being clueless about the topic, he was also proud of himself for being able to look up the answer on his own, without having to embarrass himself by asking his father. He bookmarked the website. Maybe there would be other stuff that would be interesting to read.

Next, he set out to figure out what Kyler meant by wanting to be ‘fucked silly.’ Here, Google was less helpful. It took him to a website called Urban Dictionary that explained the term means “the point at which a woman loses control of her muscles and thoughts through unbearable pleasure.” Another said it is when “you fuck your partner so hard they become mentally retarded.” Neither one made any sense to Carson. Kyler’s a boy, not a woman! Carson wasn’t so naive as to not know what fucking meant, but how could Jack fuck Kyler? They are both boys. It makes no sense.

He was still trying to figure it out when Dad told him it was almost time to board. Some mysteries just weren’t meant to be solved… yet.

18.

Carson had been home for little less than four hours when the call came from Ms. Theresa. He was being invited back to New York in a month for the final round of auditions! Not only that, only eight boys are still up for the six slots, so his chances of making it are very good.

Carson couldn’t believe it. He grinned when his dad relayed the message, because he knew there were actually only five spots left, as one is already taken by Jack. He loved knowing such a big secret and he was very proud to have kept it to himself.

He texted Jack right away to excitedly share the good news. “Well duh, I knew you’d make it through,” Jack replied. “Now we can hang out again.”

The prospect of spending more time with Jack made Carson even more thrilled. The final round of auditions would take place on a Tuesday and Wednesday in late June. Jack reminded him that the show went dark on Mondays, so if Carson comes on the preceding Sunday, they can spend that entire Monday together. Unfortunately, when Carson mentioned that to his parents, they were hesitant. An extra night in a hotel room in New York City is very expensive.

As a practical lad, Carson understands the financial concern, but is understandably dejected. The idea of spending a whole day with Jack, doing ANYTHING, would be awesome and he wants to so badly. When he told Jack, Jack told him to relax and he’d figure something out.

***

Carson sent a note to Alex and Kyler and asked if they had heard anything. He told them he was called back, but tried not to appear overly excited in case it would make them feel bad. Kyler had made it too, but Alex hadn’t.

Thankfully, Alex seemed to be taking it in stride. “I’ve been rejected lots of times. It’s part of the business,” Alex replied via text. “But hey, when you guys make the final cut and are back for rehearsals, we can still hang together. I can train in from Brooklyn no problem.”

It would have been great to have all three of them together, but Carson was stoked to have a friend joining him in the final round.

***

Jack did figure something out. He put his mom in contact with Carson’s mom, who would be taking him back to New York. Jack’s mom was a sweetheart, or at least she appeared to be on the phone to Mrs. Coleman. She offered to let her and Jack sleep at their house in the suburbs on Sunday night so they wouldn’t have to pay for an extra night in a hotel. That way, the boys could spend some time together and so could they.

Mrs. Schererman (Jack’s mom) confided in Mrs. Coleman about Jack going on tour. She relished her role as an experienced stage mom and couldn’t wait to help guide this ‘inexperienced mom from the sticks,’ which is how she pictured anyone outside of NYC. 

When she hung up, Mrs. Coleman immediately told her husband about Jack going on tour. By this point, she knew all about Jack Logan. Carson hadn’t stopped talking about him since arriving at home two days before. They both hurried to tell Jack this blockbuster news only to find him underwhelmed. What a surprise it was that he already knew and didn’t share it with them! His parents have never known Carson to keep anything important from them. 

“I couldn’t tell. Jack told me NOBODY knows. He swore me to secrecy!”

“But we’re your parents,” his mom retorted. Parents are one thing, but they are not Jack Logan. 

Part II – June – One month later

19.

Carson was excited to be back in NY. He and Jack talked every few days about everything… and nothing at all. Jack kept Carson up to date with the show, telling him about some funny mishaps on stage and about an actor getting sick in the middle of the show and the swing having to take over. Carson didn’t have anything nearly as interesting to share, but Jack didn’t seem to mind. They talked about movies, their other favorite Broadway shows, and even mundane things like their favorite foods and ice cream flavors. They really are becoming good friends. 

Jack and his mom met them at La Guardia and drove them to Manhattan, parking near the theater. They grabbed lunch quickly at a nearby restaurant. Time was of the essence and Jack had to wolf down a sandwich before leaving for the theater to prepare for the Sunday matinee.

Jack managed to secure comped tickets for his mom, Carson, and Carson’s mom. Carson was hyped to see the show again and for his mom to experience it… which ended up being somewhat awkward, as a few things made her squirm.

The boy-on-boy kissing was unsettling to her. The idea of boys on stage in their underwear made her nervous, too. Could her baby really do that? And the famous “suck my fat one, you cheap dime store hood” line really didn’t go over well, especially when Gordie followed up by claiming to have the “biggest one in four counties.” She struggled with the idea Carson would be saying such things.

When the lights came on, she was slightly perturbed. “Carson Henry, if I knew what you were auditioning for I might not have allowed it,” she snapped at him.

“Awww, Mom. Come on. It’s not that bad,” Carson whined. “Besides, I’m almost a teenager and starting puberty. I’m not a little kid anymore and it’s mostly tame.”

“Mrs. Coleman, please don’t stress over it. I know as a mother it’s difficult to accept, but I am sure Carson hears worse at school almost daily.”

“She’s right, Mom.”

“Okay okay,” Mrs. Coleman acquiesced.

***

They met Jack at the stage door and were soon off to Jack’s house in New Jersey, about 45 minutes away. “I’m so excited to take a show off and hang out with you,” Jack told Carson.

“What?” Carson asked. “You mean there’s a show tonight? And you’re skipping?”

“Yep. It’s worth it. I need a break, plus the swing that is filling in tonight is going to take over the role when I leave to go on tour… with you.”

“Now Jack,” his mother interjected, “Carson hasn’t made it, yet. Don’t get his hopes up. You know how things can be in this business. Nothing in this town is ever guaranteed. Or final.”

“Okay Mom,” Jack answered sarcastically, looking at Carson across the back seat and rolling his eyes. They may come from different worlds, but some things are universal, and mothers will always be parents first. 

They drove in relative silence with Carson and his mom taking in the scenery. Jack and his mom cross the George Washington Bridge over the Hudson almost every day, but for Michiganders, the view was breathtaking. The sun was gleaming off the river and when they looked back they could see it shimmer off Manhattan’s skyscrapers.

“Jackie,” Ms. Schererman began, breaking the silence. As the star’s mother, she is the only person who can get away with calling him ‘Jackie.’ “Do you think you could manage to entertain Carson for a bit? Mrs. Coleman wants to make a quick trip down to the bakery in Hoboken before they close. There are a few other shops I thought we might hit while we’re there.”

Even though the show had been off the air for quite some time, Mrs. Coleman was a big fan of Cake Boss and has always wanted to visit the bakery. Though Jack’s mom thought it was well past its prime, she felt like she should indulge her guest. They could pick up some dessert for the boys. And there were some other cool, eclectic shops nearby she hadn’t been to in a while. It would also give them a chance to talk, mom to mom, away from their sons.

“No problem, Mom,” Jack answered. “We’ll be fine.” In fact, Jack was ecstatic. Certain things are always easier without parents around.

***

When they arrived at Jack’s house, the moms dropped off the boys. They had to hustle to make it to Hoboken before the bakery closed. Carson followed Jack through the garage. Jack kicked off his shoes, so Carson did the same. It was an older home, but completely remodeled and very well appointed. It was much fancier than Carson’s very basic ranch in Ann Arbor. When they walked through the kitchen, the view of the backyard through the large French doors immediately caught Carson’s eye. Well, not the yard per se, but the large pool. “You have a pool!” Carson exclaimed.

“Yeah, c’mon, let’s check it out,” Jack said, leading him outside. 

“Man, that’s so cool,” Carson marveled as he looked over the well-landscaped pool. It roughly had the shape of an ‘8’, with a slide and diving board on the largest end. “Why didn’t you tell me you had a pool? I would have brought some trunks.”

“You wanna swim?” Jack asked, already peeling off his socks.

“Yeah, but um, hello: no suit,” Carson replied in a smartass tone. He’d become much more comfortable having texted so much with Jack the past several weeks. He’s less starstruck by Jack Logan, and more enthralled with his budding friendship with Jackie.

Jack opened up a storage cabinet and pulled out two beach towels. “Don’t sweat it. We don’t need ‘em. Nobody can see into our backyard, we can just skinny dip.”

“What? You mean, uh… naked?” Carson asked, somewhat in disbelief at what Jack was suggesting.

“Yeah. Why not? It’s no big deal. We’re both boys, it’s no big deal. Besides, you already saw my dick at the pizza place.”

Carson flushed with embarrassment. He couldn’t believe Jack was bringing that back up again. “Yeah, and I said I was sorry.”

“And I told you not to worry about it. C’mon dude. Swimming naked is fun. You’ll like it once you get used to it. I promise.” Jack encouraged, stripping off his shirt. Carson was fascinated by his muscles. “Last one in is a rotten egg!” he declared before unzipping his shorts and letting them fall to the ground. In a flash, his boxer briefs were off and he ran and cannon-balled into the deep end of the pool. Carson got a brief glimpse of Jack’s dick and pasty white butt before he hit the water and stood there mesmerized.

This is so wild. Carson has never done anything like it. How can Jack be so laid back and chill about everything? Nothing seems to bother him. Carson slowly started unbuttoning his shirt and began to strip, but he was anxious enough to take his time.

“C’mon Carson. Let’s go. It feels really nice. The water is even heated, so you don’t even have to worry about shrinkage,” Jack urged as he tread water. 

As Carson removed his socks, Jack climbed from the pool and mounted the diving board. He started bouncing up and down on the end of the short board. As he bounced, so did his junk. Carson’s jaw almost dropped as he watched Jack’s cock slap against his belly with each bounce. Finally, Jack pushed down hard and flew into a tight front flip before unfurling his body and landing a perfect, head-first entry.

Carson undid the snap on his shorts. “Oh God,” he whispered to himself as he opened them up and realized his cock was hard and was tenting his Hanes. He swallowed.

“You coming or what?” Jack asked.

Carson grabbed his phone. “Yeah, yeah. Just checking something,” he muttered. Jack climbed out, water rolling off his naked body, and once again walked towards the diving board. Carson tried to look away, but was hard pressed not to look at Jack’s perfect, glistening body. He was just so ripped with muscles. When Jack leaped into the water, Carson quickly pushed his shorts and underwear off and jumped in, hoping he could keep Jack from seeing his boner.

The water felt nice and was much warmer than he expected. Cold water would have been helpful to his current situation. He stood quietly in the shallow end as he scanned for Jack and was quite surprised when he swam between his legs. Jack stopped underneath him, raised up, and tossed Carson towards the deep end. Carson caught a mouth full of water and swam to the side, facing the edge while he recovered, coughing. He hoped Jack didn’t see (or feel) his obvious erection.

“Sorry, you okay?” Jack asked.

“Yeah, you just surprised me,” Carson answered between coughs.

He stood by the side of the pool and Jack came up behind him. “Sorry man. My bad. You wanna play tag?”

“Sure, I guess.”

Jack reached around and grabbed Carson’s boner. “You’re it! Penis tag!” Jack yelled and tore through the water.

Carson was shocked, but also thought it was hilarious. He swam under the water looking for Jack. When he found him, he came up behind him and jumped on his back. “Got you,” he screamed in his ear.

“No, you only get me if you grab my dick, like I did you.”

“That’s kinda weird.”

“Yeah, well, I’m weird. So what? You’re not embarrassed about having a boner are you? I got one too. Look!” Jack arched backwards into a back float, his 4” slim, slightly curved teen cock arching through the air above the water. “See!”

“Why do we have boners?” Carson asked, giggling.

“Well, I know why I have one. As for you, it could just be one of those random boners boys get. Or just being naked around people can do that too.” Then he added, gyrating his hips, “Or it could mean you think I’m sexy.”

“You’re such a goof,” Carson replied, lunging for Jack. Jack moved just in time, grabbed Carson, and dunked him. The two start roughhousing, climbing all over each other. Carson’s boner rubbed against Jack’s back. Jack’s now half-erection did the same against Carson. Neither said anything, but they both enjoyed the feeling of their smooth, naked bodies rubbing against each other. It was a brand-new experience for Carson. Jack knew exactly what he was doing. 

Finally, after several minutes, they were out of breath. “I need a drink,” Jack announced as they finally stopped.

“Me too.”

“Be right back.”

Jack returned with two Cokes and beckoned Carson to join him in the loungers by the pool, in the sun. Carson was completely over his initial nervousness and was able to enjoy his cola while he stole glimpses of Jack’s soft dick (and killer body). He just can’t help himself; it’s so different from his own. It looks so neat and tidy, without all that extra skin on the end. The very small patch of blondish hair growing atop the base of his friend’s cock was another point of interest. Everything about Jack is so cool. Carson can’t wait until he starts to grow hair.

Jack donned sunglasses on his run into the house for drinks, so Carson couldn’t tell that Jack was giving his cock a thorough review, as well. Of course, Jack had plans to get to know Carson’s boyhood even better before the night was over. As they drank their sodas, he wondered how best to approach it. He was almost certain that playing with another boy would be a completely new experience for Carson. The boy just asked him why they had boners, for Christ’s sake! He’s definitely innocent but there are also clear signs he will enjoy it. Carson was staring at his junk at the pizza place, and again right now. And he did just join him for a nude swim (though that seemed to take some convincing). Jack doesn’t want to be disrespectful and ruin things by going too fast. Carson isn’t just another conquest for Jack, or a way to get off. He’s special.

“Wanna do some dives?” Jack asked, crushing his empty can.

“Yeah of course,” Carson answered.

The two goofed around on the diving board and slide for a good half hour. Carson’s cock finally returned to its normal, flaccid state. The novelty of being naked around Jack had worn off. He also stopped staring at his dick, almost. He’s still fascinated by it.

When the diving board got boring, they resumed roughhousing. Apparently, they both seemed to enjoy climbing on each other, because both boys again chubbed up. Jack knew that was a good sign. 

***

They were so occupied tackling each other, and the yard so secluded by trees, that they didn’t see the approaching storm. A flash of lighting and a loud crack of thunder startled them back to reality. The wind kicked up and the treetops were soon swaying, leaves showering down into the pool.

“Holy fuck,” Jack exclaimed. “Let’s get inside before we get electrocuted!”

Jack was out of the pool in a flash, gathered their clothes, and threw them inside before going back out for his towel. The winds were making him shiver as he tried to wrap the towel around his shoulders. Carson was soon beside him, trying to dry himself. “C’mon, let’s go up to my room, it’ll be warmer.”

***

Jack scampered up the staircase, with Carson in tow. At the end of the hallway was Jack’s room: fairly large, navy-blue walls, with a desk, bunk beds, and a futon for video games.

“Wow, that was crazy,” Carson said, taking a seat next to Jack on the futon. He arranged the towel to cover himself. Another crash of thunder seemed to come from right outside the house. Rain pelted the window. “Geez, we about died!”

“Yeah, I totally didn’t see that coming!”

“Me neither.”

They both dabbed their towels at the remaining wet spots on their bodies. Carson stood up and wrapped the towel around his waist. “Where are our bags? I should find some dry clothes.”

“Why would you want to do that?” Jack asked pointedly. It was time to make his first move.

Carson stopped, standing just in front of Jack, and looked at him quizzically. “Why wouldn’t I want to get dressed?”

“Well,” Jack answered, “if you got dressed, it would be harder to do this.” Jack ran his hand up under Carson’s towel and located his uncut penis. He wrapped his hand around it and gave it a gentle squeeze.

Carson froze, stunned by this development. But also, Jack’s hand on his dick feels amazing. He could tell it was getting harder by the second. “Is this okay with you?” Jack asked.

“Um… yeah…” was all Carson could say. He would have a hard time telling Jack no, but he didn’t want to. He doesn’t mind what Jack is doing at all.

“It always feels better when someone else does it,” Jack commented. “You’re getting harder. Wanna sit back down?”

“Okay,” Carson answered hesitantly, not sure how else to respond. His heart was racing. He didn’t know where this was going exactly, but he knew a couple things. One, Jack’s hand felt really good. And two, he was probably going to go along with anything Jack suggested, within reason of course. He’s Jack Logan after all. And so far, this was all within reason.

When Carson sat down, Jack undid the towel and opened it. Carson’s boner was sticking up, his pink head straining for release against his still tight foreskin. Jack pulled his towel away, revealing his own erection. Only his boner was different in that it arched outward from his body, seemingly hanging in mid-air. Jack gently stroked Carson’s cock, pressing down on the skin until his shiny pink head popped free. Jack grinned. He’d never gotten to play with a boy’s uncut dick and having the head disappear and then pop out was almost like a cool magic trick. He kept hiding it and then making it come back. “That’s so cool how it does that,” Jack said, giggling. “I wish I still had my skin.”

“Really? I think yours looks nice and neat,” Carson replied, looking down at Jack’s pulsing cock. As he looked at Jack’s dick, he felt the urge to reach over and grab it, but he wasn’t sure if Jack would like that. He had another weird thought, and felt a sudden urge to put it in his mouth. He shook his head. Where did that gross idea come from?

“This is embarrassing, but until I saw yours at the pizza place, I didn’t know there were dicks without the skin. I’d really only seen mine and my baby cousin’s.”

“I can teach you all kinds of things,” Jack replied, as he continued playing with Carson. He didn’t mention specifics, but has many ideas, including unloading his own newly-minted spunk in both of Carson’s orifices. God, he would be a good fuck, Jack posited. “Do you shoot when you come?” Jack asked.

“What do you mean? When I ‘come’ where? Shoot who?” Carson replied, not having a clue what Jack was asking.

Jack laughed. He couldn’t believe how clueless about sex Carson is. Carson is 12 and doesn’t know half the things he learned at acting camp when he was nine. “Not shoot who! Shoot sperm. You know, semen? When you jerk off, does anything come out?” Carson looked at him puzzled. “You do jerk off, right? Like I’m doing now.” He hadn’t stopped stroking Carson’s cock.

“Well, I’ve humped the bed a few times when I had a boner. And I’ve tugged on it a few times, kind of like this.”

“Wait!” Jack said, stopping his stroking, in utter disbelief at what he just gathered from Carson’s comment. “You mean to tell me you’ve NEVER had an orgasm?”

“A what?”

“Oh man. Carson, your world is about to change for the better. An orgasm is when you shoot sperm out of your dick, at least when you are old enough to do that. But even before then, it’s the most amazing feeling ever. If you keep touching it like this, you will get one,” Jack explained authoritatively. “I can’t believe you made it all the way to twelve without anyone telling you about cumming. I’m going to show what you’ve been missing.”

Carson felt sheepish. He still didn’t get what Jack was getting at and it seems like Jack is making fun of him. But Jack said he was going to show him, and it sounds fun, so he went along with everything.

Jack had Carson lie down on the futon and he got on the floor so he could have a better angle. He started wanking Carson while his other hand ran across his chest. Man, Carson has huge nipples. He tickled them playfully and then switched hands, so he could use the other hand to fully check out Carson’s tight, smooth ball sack.

There’s not a hair to be seen on his perfectly pale abdomen. He watched Carson’s face as he worked. Carson kept his eyes closed, a slight grin adorned his face and slowly widened as Jack worked his magic. It’s obvious he’s enjoying this. Jack would have loved nothing more than to take Carson’s cock into his mouth and suck him off, but knew better than to go too quickly. Just like at acting camp, when the older boy who showed him the ropes, he focused on how to wank to start.

“Pretty soon, or at least I hope, because my arm is getting tired, it’s going to start to tingle. It’s like a tickle on the end of your dick. It kind of feels like you are going to have to pee, but that’s NOT what it is. It’s the beginning of that feeling I told you about, the orgasm. Tell me when you start to feel that, because I’ll start going faster. Don’t try to stop anything. Just let it happen.” It was roughly the same instructions that his older friend, Noah, gave him in the privacy of a bathroom stall at camp four summers ago.

As the rain continued to pelt the window, Jack wanked away on Carson’s dick. The boy started to make noises. Not groans, or moans, just little whimpers. “Oh, I think it might be starting,” Carson finally whispered. 

Jack picked up his pace. “Just do whatever feels natural. Don’t think, just go with it.” Carson reacted immediately as the buzz he was beginning to feel spread throughout his whole midsection. His legs bent at the knees, his tummy tucked in, and his hips arched upwards. Jack held his hand in place and let Carson take over, pushing his cock through the tube formed by Jack’s fingers.

Carson’s breathing quickened as he instinctively humped away at Jack’s hand. He began to moan, loudly. Watching Carson experience this was really fun for Jack, who has never helped anyone have their first cum. He’s taught plenty of boys plenty of things, but they’d all been jerking themselves off prior.

Jack knew Carson hit blast-off when he yelled out “oh my God” and his legs stiffened and began shaking. He let go of Carson’s cock and watched as it twitched in the air, pulsing every second or so. Carson’s body relaxed and his breathing slowed. When he pulled down on his foreskin, a slightly wet, shiny head was revealed.

“Wow. It looks like you might have even shot a little bit.” 

“Huh?” Carson said, lifting up onto his elbows. 

“Look, it’s looks a little wet.”

Carson nodded. “Wow, that was freaking incredible! I swear I saw fireworks in my head. It was like being on the biggest roller coaster while eating your favorite food and listening to your favorite song.”

“I told you you would love it,” Jack said. “It's one of the best parts of being a boy and puberty and stuff.”

“And I could have been doing this all along? When did you start?”

“When I was nine. Now it’s my turn, scoot over.” Jack joined Carson on the futon. Jack took his cock into his hand and began stroking earnestly. He’s rock-hard and horny as fuck — the kind of horny you can only experience when you’re being ravaged by puberty. After watching Carson’s orgasm, he was ready to cum. He hoped Carson would offer to help but he was taking it slow, just like Mr. Smits reminded him to do.

Carson watched intently as Jack jerked his cock, changing speeds and alternating hands. He wants so badly to touch Jack like Jack had touched him, but is afraid to ask. He’s terrified he might do it wrong.

Jack was watching Carson out of the corner of his eye. He glanced down to see that Carson’s cock was already stiffening again. “Do you wanna try?” he asked Carson, hoping the boy would agree.

Carson eagerness is palpable. He’s desperate to touch Jack but hoped Jack would make the first move. “God yes. I was thinking you would never ask.”

“I was afraid you wouldn’t want to,” Jack admitted.

“Oh, I do.”

“Hold on, I’m gonna get something,” Jack said. He walked to his desk and grabbed his tube of Astroglide from the drawer.

“What’s that?”

“Lube. Us guys without skin need some. Plus, it feels fucking incredible.”

He squirted some on his dick and nodded for Carson to go ahead. Carson’s hand gripped the slippery cock and squeezed, causing some of the lube to squish through his fingers. He wiped it back on the tip of Jack’s dick and started working the 4” of boy meat. He couldn’t believe how warm it felt after a few strokes. Jack leaned back into the futon back and stuck his legs out straight. “Oh yeah, that feels really nice. Grip it a little tighter… not that tight.”

Carson got the hang of it really quickly. He pumped up and down, making sure his top finger and thumb pressed against the rim of Jack’s dickhead with each stroke. “Oh fuck oh fuck,” Jack screamed out of nowhere. He arched his hips and then it happened. Three quick blasts of watery cum sprayed his chest. He immediately pushed Carson’s hand away from his highly sensitive dick.

“Sorry,” Carson said. “Did I do something wrong?”

“Wrong? Shit no dude! That was awesome, man. My dick is just super sensitive. You made me orgasm just like I did you.”

“Was that sperm? It looked like you peed or something.”

“Nah, that stuff is cum. You know, semen, though it isn’t 100% sperm yet. When you get older, it gets thicker and whiter. I just started shooting a couple weeks ago. Hand me a towel.”

Jack wiped his chest and the lube from his cock before handing the towel back to Carson to clean his hand.

“Now,” Jack said standing up. “Now we should find some clothes.”

After getting dressed, Jack found two pairs of swim trunks, got them wet, and hung them in the shower.

“All bases covered. I think we’ll get away with it,” Jack joked. “Are you okay? I mean, you liked what we did, right?”

“Yeah! For sure! Can we do it again later?” Carson asked excitedly. It was just the reaction Jack was hoping for.

“If you want. And if you can be quiet enough with our moms here, I have so many things I can show you that feel even better.”

“Cool.” Carson answered, excited about what else he might have been missing out on all his life. Then, after a pause, he asked, “Jack, but does this make us gay?”

“I fucking hope so,” his new friend answered. “Nothing wrong with being gay, is there?”

Carson beamed. Jack was ecstatic that Carson was comfortable with what they just did. And he didn’t seem to push back when he just basically admitted to being gay. 

Carson couldn’t be happier. He had inklings he was gay for a few months now, but after what he and Jack just did, he’s sure of it. He knew, however, that his parents wouldn’t be thrilled that their only child is homosexual.

20.

The boys didn’t end up having much time to spare. They had just fired up Jack’s PlayStation when they heard the garage door. From their various endeavors (namely, swimming and jerking off), they were starving. They bounded down the stairs to meet their mothers and eat dinner.

“What have you two been up to?” Jack’s mom asked.

“Nothing much,” Jack answered with a smirk and a knowing glance towards Carson, which almost caused Carson to succumb to a fit of giggles.

“We went swimming, until the storm. Since then, we’ve just been hanging out,” Carson explained, struggling to contain laughter.

***

Jack and Carson indulged their moms by playing a couple of rounds of Uno. Jack’s mom opened a bottle of French wine and Jack was gracious enough to refill their glasses, often. It will be better if they were sleeping soundly.

“So, Mrs. Coleman and I were thinking we could go down to the 9/11 Museum tomorrow. How does that sound?” Mrs. Schererman offered as Carson was shuffling the cards.

“Carson and I were just hoping to hang out here and chill. Right Carson?”

“Yeah,” Carson added. “We didn’t get to swim very long.”

“Carson! We’ve come all the way from Michigan. Don’t you want to see some of the city while we're here? You don’t know for sure when you will be back.”

“I do, but I want to hang out with Jack, too. We can see some of the city after our auditions. Please, can I just hang out with Jack here? You and Mrs. Schererman can go if you want.”

Mrs. Coleman was a little hesitant, but her son has always struggled making friends back home, and his rapport with Jack appears effortless. Few other 12-year-old boys are into the things Carson likes. She’s pleased he’s making a friend, even if they do live 600 miles apart. She also figured if Carson does earn the part, it will be beneficial for them to have a solid friendship.

“Okay. As long as you promise to stay out of trouble.”

“Oh, they’ll be fine. Jack is a good boy and I can tell Carson is as well. Plus, this way, we can hit some of those cool shops I told you about down in Chelsea. We’ll get the boys up for breakfast and then we will be on our way. You can find lunch for yourselves, right?”

“Of course, Mom. I’ll make some grilled cheeses or something. Or you can leave money for pizza. We’ll manage.”

It’s settled. The boys will spend all day together, home alone — which pleases Jack, who still has many things to teach Carson before his auditions later in the week. This way, they can take it slow. He’ll teach him a few more tricks at bedtime, and drop the potential bombshell about the casting couch sometime tomorrow.

21.

After the final Uno match, the boys were corralled upstairs to get ready for bed. They brushed their teeth and Carson put on his pajama pants. Jack normally slept in his underwear, or sometimes in nothing at all, but he wanted to put on a good appearance for Carson’s mom so he dug out a pair of lounge pants from his bottom drawer and put them on. They barely came to his ankles, but he didn’t care. They would be off in due time.

Jack fixed Carson a place to sleep on the top bunk, but that was all for show. Once the moms bid them goodnight, he would lock his door and Carson would join him in the bottom bunk (which has a full-size mattress) for more carnal instruction.

***

As Carson and Jack played video games Carson was getting more and more excited. They hadn’t talked about it since they put their cocks away a few hours earlier, but Jack promised they would do more sex stuff at bedtime. His dick is already hardening, just thinking about it. His first orgasm was amazing and he can’t wait to have another. He pulled a blanket over his lap to make sure Mom didn’t notice his boner.

After what seemed an eternity, the moms finally stopped in to say goodnight, both tipsy from the wine. Mrs. Schererman was pleased that Jack had already made the bed for Carson. Carson’s mom insisted on giving Carson a kiss goodnight, much to his embarrassment. And then, finally, they were gone.

Jack quietly tip-toed across the room to lock his door. “Thank God! Ready for some more fun?” Jack whispered upon returning. Carson pulled the blanket away, revealing his rather obvious erection, and smiled. “Yeah. You’re ready.”

Jack set an alarm for 6:30. “When that goes off, you’ll need to climb out of my bed, unlock the door, and get into the top bunk. We don’t want our moms to know what we're up to, right?”

“Got it,” Carson replied. He loved that he was sneaking around and being naughty and fooling his mom. He had never done anything so rebellious, and quite frankly, he loved the thought of being just a little mischievous almost as much as he liked touching Jack’s dick. Almost. 

Carson followed Jack’s lead and removed all his clothes, which is the first time he’s ever been completely, deliberately, excitedly naked in front of anyone. He grabbed the pillow from the top bunk and put it next to Jack to lay next to him. The two horny boys were side by side, on their backs, their hard cocks pointing into the air. Just enough light came in from the window that the boys could see each other. “Being next to you makes me so horny,” Jack told him.

Carson beamed with pride that HE is making Jack Logan horny. It was also the signal Carson needed that it was okay to take Jack’s hard cock back into his hand. As soon as he gripped it, he felt a buzz inside him. He’d never done drugs, but if he had, he would recognize the feeling as a natural high. Something about holding Jack’s dick felt so normal, so natural, so… perfect and meant to be.

“You said you would show me other things,” Carson whispered as his fingertips explored Jack’s hard cock.

“Hell yeah dude. How do you feel about kissing?” Carson immediately kissed Jack on the cheek, like Jack did to him after the show. “That was nice. But I was thinking more on the lips.”

“Okay!” Carson quickly agreed. Jack rolled onto his side and Carson did the same. Jack pressed his lips to Carson’s and they both took turns exchanging brief soft kisses. “Hmmm. That’s nice,” Carson said. He wasn’t sure how it was even possible, but his erection felt even stronger than before. 

“But let’s REALLY kiss now,” Jack replied. “Just kind of do what I do.” Jack pressed his open mouth against Carson’s and began plying him with kisses and gently nibbling his lip. Carson got the idea and soon was nibbling back on Jack’s lip. Jack carefully inserted his tongue into Carson’s mouth and then pulled it back out, testing the waters with some brief French kissing. Carson giggled and put his tongue into Jack’s. Jack immediately closed his lips down on it and sucked.

“Hmmm,” Jack moaned as he savored Carson’s tongue. He reached down and gave Carson’s throbbing hard-on a squeeze. Carson continued to follow Jack’s lead. He fondled Jack’s cock as the two continued to trade tongues. It was getting hot on the bed and both boys were beginning to sweat with their bodies so close together. Finally, they broke free from their embrace to get some air.

“So that’s French kissing?” Carson asked. “I like doing that with you.” Jack swooned.

“Yep. Lesson two complete. Hold on a sec,” Jack replied. He got up and turned on the fan before crawling back into bed. “It was getting steamy. Are you ready for lesson three?”

“Of course,” Carson replied. 

“Lesson three is rubbing dicks,” Jack whispered. He lay next to Carson and pulled him back into an embrace. His mouth locked back onto Carson’s, his hand slid down to the boy’s smooth, unblemished bottom. He thrust his own hips into Carson while pulling the boy towards him. With their height difference, their cocks didn’t quite line up perfectly. The top of Jack’s overlapped with the bottom of Carson’s and Carson’s tip was pressed against Jack’s smooth belly. Jack started grinding his cock into Carson while his hand explored the younger boy’s butt. 

“Damn! What a bubble butt!” Jack thought to himself. He loved how it was going so far and hoped it wouldn’t be too terribly long before he would be fucking this hot boy.

“This is kind of like having a sword fight with our dicks,” Carson quipped, causing Jack to laugh. He remembered back to his early days of acting camp when he would stand opposite another hairless boy and they would swing their boners against each other to get off. They always called it sword fighting, but it had been years since anybody he’d been with referred to it like that. His sex acts had become less playful and more serious since his initial, more innocent, encounters.

Carson clued in quickly and was soon pumping his own cock against Jack’s stomach. After a minute or two Jack rolled to his back and pulled Carson atop him. “Scoot down a little so our dicks line up a little better,” Jack instructed. Carson did and soon their hard members were pressed against each other as each boy grinded against the other. Jack kissed the top of Carson’s head and rubbed his hands up and down the boy’s smooth back as their cock’s tickled each other. He caressed Carson’s chest and rubbed his nipples, causing them to become pert. Carson moaned softly.

“Wow. This is awesome,” Carson blurted out, a little too loudly.

“Shhhhhhhh. Not so loud. But yeah.”

“Sorry. I can’t help it,” Carson whispered back. “This feels so freaking good.”

Jack let Carson keep going for a couple more minutes before stopping. He could tell by Carson’s breathing that he was starting to work up to an orgasm and he hoped to get one more lesson in before either came. “Did you like that?”

“Loved it. Is there a lesson four?”

“Yes. Lesson four is blowjobs. Do you think you are ready for that?”

“I’ve never done it before,” Carson answered. He’d heard boys at school joking about getting girls to give them a ‘blowjob’ and had surmised that it involved getting your dick sucked. Carson felt proud that he understood what Jack was suggesting. 

Jack almost laughed at Carson’s response. The boy hadn’t even jerked off until about five hours before, so of course he’d never given or received head.

“I’ll do you first so you can see how it works. If you don’t want to try it with me, that’s okay. Sucking dick is kind of a big step.” Jack slid down the bed, kissing Carson’s smooth tummy as he went. When he got to his dick, he kissed it up and down and then licked it several times, bathing the length of the shaft with his wet tongue. Carson let out a subtle moan at the feel of Jack’s warm mouth enveloping his cock. Jack finally pulled the rigid member away from Carson’s belly and pulled the skin down. He immediately smothered the pink tip with his tongue, inducing Carson to audibly gasp. As great as it felt when Jack had stroked his cock, this was a whole other plane of pleasure.

Jack slowly worked more and more of Carson’s uncut member into his mouth. He noticed a different tanginess to his cock that he found quite pleasing. Too much of it might be gross, but there was just enough to make it interesting. He could also still taste the chlorine from the pool. He worked the delicious boy morsel in and out of his mouth until Carson’s hips started thrusting into him and then he stopped. He knew if he went much further Carson would cum and then he might lose any desire to return the favor. He let the 3.5” slip from his mouth and climbed back up to his pillow. Carson whined at the loss of the most incredible feeling he’d ever experienced. “So, I assume you liked that?” Jack asked.

“It was the best thing yet,” Carson answered emphatically, wiping the sweat from his brow.

“You wanna try it on me now? Then we can 69.” Carson didn’t answer but he immediately moved down the bed. He had been thinking about sucking Jack’s dick ever since they jerked off earlier. “Just kiss and lick it all over and then suck, but not too hard. And watch your teeth,” Jack instructed.

He needn’t have worried. Carson seemed to have a knack for knowing just what to do with a hard cock. He laid his head on Jack’s taut abs and kissed the tip before rising up and licking it up and down. In his head, Carson was thinking it was just like licking a lollipop. He swirled his tongue on the tip and then took it into his mouth. He moved down between Jack’s legs and let his cock slide deeper into his mouth until his lips were tickling Jack’s sparse pubes. “Oh fuck!” Jack exclaimed. “Are you sure you haven’t done this before?” 

Carson was so happy he was pleasing his new friend and apparently doing it well. His fingers instinctively started playing with Jack’s balls, which he noted hung down further than his. He started bobbing up and down on Jack’s. He was in heaven. He could do this and do it a lot.

“Let’s 69 now,” Jack said. Carson had no idea what he was talking about. While he had heard of blow jobs, the term ‘69’ was not yet in his vocabulary. They were on Lesson #4, and now they are jumping to 69? He felt lost, but knew Jack would tell him what to do, and he did. “Swing around and feed me your dick so we can suck each other at the same time.”

Aha! So that’s what was next. Carson swung around and straddled Jack’s head and lowered his cock into his friend’s waiting mouth. The warmth and wetness surrounding his cock was instant bliss. He reached for Jack’s cock and guided it back into his mouth.

Wow! This is the best! Not only is he getting a great taste of Jack’s cock, which suddenly had a sweet taste to it that it didn’t have before, but his own cock was surrounded by Jack’s velvet tongue. Without thinking, Carson started humping Jack’s mouth, and Jack let him. Not surprisingly, Carson soon found that tickling feeling coming on and coming on strong. As it grew within him, he started thrusting into Jack’s mouth even harder.

If Carson thought his first orgasm was amazing, his second was sublime. He had to lay his head down on Jack’s belly as his whole body shivered and he became lightheaded. He even thought he might have blacked out for a minute. Once he recovered he had to pull his cock free from Jack’s mouth. Any touch on his super-sensitive dick overloaded his circuits.

Jack took his cock into his hand and immediately started to jerk it like mad. It didn’t take long and he was dropping his watery cum onto his belly. Carson watched in delight as the fluid seemed to pulse out of that gorgeous dick. Jack reached under his bed and grabbed a towel and wiped his stomach clean.

“Wow,” Jack whispered.

“That was awesome. Did we really skip all the way to lesson 69?” Carson asked, causing Jack to snicker.

22.

After Jack explained the concept of 69ing, which made Carson feel more than slightly stupid, the boys stayed up and talked. They were both much too wound up from their intense sex play to go to sleep right away.

“How did you learn to do all this stuff?” Carson asked.

“Acting Camp. I told you. I was nine when I went for the first time. It was just before I got cast in Newsies.”

“It sounds more like sex camp,” Carson joked.

“Honestly, that’s not that far off. So many boys did stuff. There were girls at the camp and some of the older boys were getting laid, but most of them were just getting teased. The girls would get them all horned up and then they’d come get off with other boys, especially the younger ones, just like we did. It was pretty much a thing that an older boy would pair up with one of the newbies; you know the nine- and ten-year-olds, and show them stuff. At least they would teach them how to jerk off and maybe get them to jerk them off. Others took it a little further than that.”

“You mean they even showed them blowjobs?” Carson asked in amazement.

“Sometimes. I learned to suck dick when I was nine.”

“No shit?”

“Yeah, and you’d never guess who taught me. He’s actually very famous now.”

“Who?” Carson asked, excitedly.

“I really shouldn’t say.”

Carson whined and bumped into Jack. “C’mon. I won’t tell.”

“I know. But really, it could destroy his career now if it got out.”

“Okay, but can’t you at least give me a hint?” Carson pleaded.

“Well, let’s just say there’s a very popular Netflix show you’ve probably watched.”

“Do you mean —” Carson began to guess, before Jack covered his mouth.

“Please don’t. I really can’t say. But there are several teens in the show and let’s just say one of them has a really tasty dick.”

“No fucking way! Who?” Carson demanded, a little too loudly. Carson definitely had a show in mind and crushed on some of the cast. He found the boys who played a couple of the characters very cute, especially in the first season.

“That’s all I’m saying. Sorry.” Jack answered, cutting him off.

“Wow. Was he already famous then?”

“No. It was actually the summer the first season came out. He told me all about it, and season one dropped while we were at camp. They don’t allow cell phones so nobody knew it was this massive hit until they got home. I couldn’t believe it.”

“But he was nice, right?”

“Yeah and he still is. He’s still very humble, even though he’s famous. And hella rich of course. He never made me do anything. He just showed me how to jerk off and how to suck. He sucked me first, like I just did with you. We did it a few times the month we were there. He was kind of like an older brother to me. He gave me some career advice as well that helped me get my first real gig.”

In fact, this was this same boy who educated Jack about the casting couch, just in time for his Newsies audition with Mr. Smits. Jack really hadn’t thought about it, but now he suddenly wondered if all casting directors get to sample the cocks of all the show’s stars? If so, what a lucky man.

“Do you still go to that camp?” Carson asked.

“I went the next year, and he was there again. But oh my god, the whole camp was all over him. I barely even got to talk to him. He had his pick of girls to bang, so he didn’t need me.”

“Aww, that sucks. Kind of sad actually.”

“It’s the way it is. A lot of boys will play around when they are younger, but they aren’t really gay. They move on to girls as soon as they can.”

“Are you going to move on to girls?” Carson asked with concern. 

“No way. I’m totally gay.”

“Good,” Carson answered, laying his head across Jack’s chest. In the following silence, Carson dozed off. Jack extricated himself out from underneath Carson and rolled over onto his stomach. The night had gone very well, he thought. Carson was a hot boy and he couldn’t have been more eager. Mr. Smits will be checking in with him tomorrow and he will be very pleased to hear about their evening.

He wants so badly for them to be on tour together. He had already started falling for him back when they first met, but after tonight, it’s more than just a crush. Carson isn’t just some cute boy he wants to get naked with, which was his first thought when he saw him at the audition. There was something about his innocence and modesty that was refreshing and cool. So many stage kids have such a high opinion of themselves and Carson isn’t like that. They’ll have a hell of a lot of fun, both on stage and in private.

There’s an additional dynamic motivating Jack. It’s more obvious than ever that Carson needs him. Jack enjoys how the younger boy looks up to him and is relishing the role of being a teacher and mentor. There’s so much he can offer, both on stage and off.

Jack’s feelings for Carson are so strong, in fact, that another feeling was beginning to emerge. He realized that he doesn’t really want to share Carson with Mr. Smits, or anyone else for that matter. But if he doesn’t signal Mr. Smits that he’ll play, then he might not make the final cut. Damn it! He was stuck. It was a total catch-22.

Despite his cool demeanor and seemingly endless confidence, Jack is more than a little nervous about explaining the casting couch to Carson. The boy is so sweet and innocent. How will he react? Might Carson make it, even without the extra benefit of giving himself up on the casting couch? Maybe he could skip preparing him and hope for the best? After all, Mr. Smits has already indicated that Carson is a front-runner.

But, Jack also knows the talent at this point is comparable and that Misters Smits and Silverberg are horny fuckers. They would pick a less-talented boy over Carson in a heartbeat if it means they have a better chance of boy ass on tour. He’ll have to let Mr. Smits sample Carson, but maybe he can figure out how to protect him once they’re on the road. It’s the best he can hope for.

23.

The alarm finally roused Jack from his deep sleep after going off for about 30 seconds, since Carson slept through the chime. Jack will have to wake Carson in a moment, but not yet. He took in the beauty of his new friend, who’s sleeping so contentedly. Carson’s face is almost perfect. Sure, Jack has seen more handsome or pretty boys, but there’s just something intensely alluring about Carson: everything about him is soft, supple, and completely unblemished. His rosy cheeks are adorned with a cute nose and soft lips that are slightly pinker than you’d expect.

Jack couldn’t help himself and brushed a dark lock of hair away from Carson’s forehead. God, this boy is so perfect! He leaned over and kissed Carson on the lips, hoping it would wake him. Carson continued to sleep.

“Wake up little bro,” Jack whispered as he nudged his arm. Carson groaned and rolled slightly, turning his head away but still not awakening. 

Jack slowly pulled the blanket off of Carson, hoping the cold air would jar him from his slumber. He was amused to see Carson’s morning wood saluting at him prominently. He must be dreaming! No wonder he’s so difficult to rouse.

“Hey, Carson,” he whispered. “We got to get you up to the other bunk before Mom comes to wake us.”

Carson grunted incomprehensibly. Jack shook him harder. “Mommy, I’m getting up. I’ll make the bus, don’t worry,” Carson barked, his eyes still firmly closed.

“I’m not your mom, trust me,” Jack whispered as he squeezed Carson’s boner tightly. 

“Ouch,” Carson yelped, sitting up, his eyes finally opening. “What the heck?”

“Sorry, I couldn’t get you to wake up. We have to get clothes on. Then you can go back to sleep.”

Jack rolled off the bed and scrounged through the clothes on the floor for his underwear and slipped them on. He found Carson’s PJ pants and underwear and handed them to him. Groggily, Carson managed to get them on before standing and yawning, his small boner still tenting the front of his pants. “God he’s so cute, even when he’s only half-awake!” thought Jack. Carson climbed into the upper bunk, his perky little butt jiggling, mesmerizing Jack. In a matter of seconds, Carson was fast asleep again.

***

The moms were already dressed and finished with breakfast before they bothered to disturb their sons. They prepared a full spread of bacon, eggs, and pancakes. The boys were still eating when the women left for the day, after the requisite forehead kisses. “We will be back in time to take you to dinner and get Carson and his mom to their hotel. Behave yourselves.”

When the garage door closed, Jack grinned. “Are we going to behave ourselves, Carson?”

Carson smirked. “I don’t know. Is doing the 96 thing misbehaving? Cuz I wanna do that again even if it’s naughty.” Jack laughed so hard that the pancake he was chewing fell out of his mouth onto his plate. “What?” Carson asked, mystified as to what was so funny.

“69, Carson! It’s 69, not 96!” he managed to explain between outbursts of laughter.

 “Oops,” Carson snickered at his own goofiness.

”96-ing is like lesson number 152. You ain’t ready for that,” Jack joked. “Help me clean up.”

***

“So, is it time for lesson five before we hit the pool?” Carson asked eagerly when they found their way back up to Jack’s room. As he asked the question his hand was already inside his pants, squeezing his cock. His hand seemed to find its way there without him even thinking about it.

“Lesson five is just learning some new things and getting better at lesson four. Come here,” Jack beckoned. When Carson approached him, Jack dropped to his knees. “I’ll show you a few different things. Then you can try them on me.”

Jack took his time getting Carson’s clothes off. He rubbed his friend's cock through his PJs and underwear and even rubbed his face against his bulge before finally skinning off his fleece PJ pants. The outline of Carson’s erection was clear in his gray boxer briefs. Jack started sucking his friend’s cock right through the material of his underwear. “Am I driving you crazy? Keeping your clothes on like this?”

“Dang yes you are!” Carson squeaked. He so badly wanted Jack’s mouth back on his cock that he was about to pull his own pants down!

“Well, that’s lesson five point one. Sometimes going slow can be really hot.” He went ahead and peeled off Carson’s underwear, finally freeing his rock-hard cock. But much to Carson’s chagrin, he didn’t put his mouth on it right away. Instead, he licked at his small balls and carefully took each one into his mouth before finally letting them go. Carson was already beginning to moan in delight at yet another new sensation. “Five point two,” Jack commented. “Balls like attention too.”

He moved up, slowly and very softly kissing the shaft of Carson’s boyhood until he got to the tip. He pushed his tongue inside the foreskin and licked at the head. “Oh man, oh man,” Carson moaned. He pushed forward, desperately trying to get more of his cock into Jack’s mouth. Jack relented and opened up and let him in. He reached up and grabbed the stiff rod by the base and pushed down, freeing the pink glans from their confining foreskin. Carson couldn’t help it. He started humping Jack’s throat.

Jack let him. Jack soon felt Carson’s hands on the back of his head as the hard cock pushed against the roof of his mouth. He let Carson do all the work while his fingers moved below Carson’s balls and gently stroked his perineum with one hand and caressed his butt cheeks with his other. It was obvious that Carson’s wouldn’t last very long and he was correct in that assessment. Twenty seconds later Carson screamed out as his body shook with his third orgasm, his dick quivering and twitching away against Jack’s tongue.

Once Carson staggered backwards and freed his cock from Jack’s mouth, Jack added two more lesson points. “Five point three: face fucking is lit. Five point four. That area under a dude’s balls is fun to play with. So, was it good?”

“Duh. The best yet. It's like every organism is better than the time before. Can I do you now?” Carson begged.

Jack laughed at him confusing an ‘organism’ for an ‘orgasm.’ This boy is just too cute. Carson just looked at him quizzically. 

Once he collected himself, Jack stood and Carson dropped to his knees, his underwear and PJ bottoms still around his ankles. He did all the things Jack had just done to him: he sucked him through his PJs, taking his time before removing them and then doing the same through Jack’s underwear. Carson finally stripped him and moved on to sucking Jack’s balls, which he found thrilling, especially since Jack’s hung down further than his own.

When Carson finally took Jack into his mouth, Jack made sure not to start thrusting too quickly. He let Carson work his cock until he had all of it in his mouth before placing his hands on Carson’s head and started to slowly control things. He was impressed that Carson remembered to play with his balls and the area beneath them. He would have been thrilled if Carson inserted a spit-covered finger up his butt. That would make him cum like a freight train, but Jack knew that any sort of back door play is at least a few lessons away.

What wasn’t several lessons away is learning to appreciate the taste of cum. As he slowly pushed his cock in and out of Carson’s welcoming mouth, he warned him.

“Lesson five point five. Tasting sperm. When I am about to shoot, I’ll tell you and you can stop. I’ll shoot into my hand and you can try a taste. Guys really like to shoot directly IN the mouth, but only if they are ready for it. If you don’t mind, maybe we can try that next time.”

Carson pulled his mouth away. “Have you let someone shoot their stuff in your mouth?” he asked.

“Of course. After you get used to it, some guys like it.” 

“Do YOU like it?” Carson asked.

“Oh yeah,” Jack replied. He even enjoys the taste of men’s stronger, saltier seed.

Carson took Jack’s cock back into his mouth and started bobbing up and down. He immediately made up his mind. If Jack could do it, and liked it, so would he. He would let Jack shoot in his mouth and just hope it wasn’t too gross. He thought Jack would be impressed with him… and he desperately wants Jack to be happy with him.

Jack pumped away at Carson’s warm mouth. Looking down at that sweet face swallowing his cock is so surreal. How lucky is he to be at the right audition to meet him! Watching his cock slide in and out of those soft lips and his balls slap against that smooth, round chin threw him into an intense climax.

“Oh God! I’m gonna shoot. You… better, urgh… let go,” he yelped between high-pitched squeals of delight.

But Carson didn’t stop. Jack was shocked when instead he felt Carson’s arms wrap around his bare bottom and squeeze tight as the suction on his cock increased. Carson was quite obviously not going to release his cock. Damn, he was learning fast. Needless to say, Carson’s enthusiasm sent Jack over the edge.

“Arrgh… ngggg… ayyyyyy,” he yelled out as his cum rose up through his steeled rod and filled Carson’s mouth.

Carson wasn’t sure what to expect, but he was determined to deal with whatever came. His first surprise was how warm the stuff was that came out of Jack’s penis. He quickly swallowed the first delivery without even getting a taste. The second and third spurts weren’t much and he let them collect in his mouth for a moment. It tasted slightly sweet, slightly salty, with a tang. Before he could let it gross him out, he swallowed and let Jack slip from his mouth.

He heaved to catch his breath as he looked up at Jack, smiling with pride. Jack looked back down at him in disbelief. Did the boy who just learned to jerk off last night just give him the most incredible of blowjobs? Or perhaps, he thought, was it the most incredible BJ because it was the boy who just had his first drymax last night? He pulled Carson to his feet and mashed his lips against Carson’s and stuck his tongue in as deep as it would go. Carson almost choked and he quickly let him go.

“Damn dude, that was incredible. I never expected you to let me face fuck you like that and swallow. It took me forever to learn how to swallow. You’re a natural.”

“Thanks. I kinda enjoyed it, actually. It didn’t taste bad at all. And I could tell it made you feel really good. My throat’s kind of sore, though… from the… face-fucking?”

‘Face fucking’ is a new term for Carson. And saying the F word still feels novel. The F word was strictly forbidden in his house and he wasn’t used to hearing himself say it. When he said face fucking, it was in a funny way, which a scrunched-up nose, almost as if he wasn’t sure he was saying it correctly.

“Let’s get you some tea. We can’t have you singing like shit tomorrow.” That his dick is now long enough to make someone’s throat ache makes Jack beam with pride.

***

They were at the kitchen table, still completely naked, sipping hot tea with lemon and honey when Carson posed a question. “So that thing we did, the face… fucking,” Carson began, saying ‘fucking’ oddly once again. “Is that how boys have sex with each other, since they don’t have a, you know, vagina?”

Jack had learned not to be surprised by the innocence of Carson’s questions and managed to keep a straight face.

“Well, it’s ONE way, but not the MAIN way.” Carson looked at him with a puzzled look. “Listen, I’ll explain it later. It’ll sound weird and dirty. Let’s go swimming first.” 

On the way to the pool Jack had a thought. Maybe after explaining the idea that men and boys stick their dicks up each other’s butts, and it feels pleasurable, the concept of the casting couch won’t be so crazy. 

24.

Carson’s apprehension about swimming in the buff was long gone. After having your friend’s dick in your mouth, swimming in the nude in his presence is no big deal. For Carson, that served as a liberating realization. The boys spent over two hours goofing off in the pool. They jumped off the board, used the slide, had some races, competed to see who could hold their breath longer (Jack always won), and jumped all over each other. It was just the kind of innocent play you’d expect two young boys to engage in, with the one difference being that they hadn’t bothered donning swimwear.

By the time the grandfather clock inside the house struck 1 p.m., the boys were worn out. They dried themselves off, stopped in the kitchen for another cup of hot tea, and retreated to Jack’s room. It was chilly inside, so they both slipped on pajama pants and yesterday’s t-shirt.

“So, you really wanna know about boys fucking?” Jack asked as they sat on his bed.

“Yeah. Of course!” Carson answered. “Can you show me?” he asked eagerly.

“As much as I want to, you aren’t ready for that yet. But, I’ll show you a video.”

Jack opened his laptop and spent a minute or two finding a good gay porn video on a site he frequents. He forwarded the clip to the point where the red-haired twink bottom was getting pounded by a blond with a huge cock. He brought the computer over to the bed and sat next to Carson.

“Okay, hopefully this doesn’t gross you out too much, but here you go,” he said as he hit play and turned the screen towards Carson.

Carson watched the video for a few seconds. His jaw dropped and his eyes got as big as saucers.

“In the butthole?” he asked. “Ewww.” Jack started to close the laptop but Carson stopped him. “Hold on.” He turned the screen more towards him and inched closer. “Wow, that guy’s dinger is huge,” he commented. So that’s what was garnering his attention, Jack thought to himself. It truly was huge. Jack was actually a big fan of the top in the video. He does indeed have a great cock. They continued to watch until the blonde top pulled out and sprayed a massive load onto the red head’s back.

“Wow. He makes a lot more of that stuff than you do Jack.”

“Yeah, no shit. I just started making it, though. And he probably saved up for that scene or something.”

“I didn’t know guys could do that. Doesn’t it hurt the guy with the dick up him?”

“It can hurt, sure. You have to use lots of lube. Like that stuff I jerked off with yesterday. Then it can feel really good. Lots of guys really like getting fucked in the butt like that.”

“Why?” Carson asked, scrunching up his face. He couldn’t understand how it could possibly feel pleasurable.

“Well, there’s this thing inside of you called a prostate that helps make semen or something, and when you rub it from inside it feels amazing. Some guys have an orgasm just from someone touching that.”

“For real?”

“Yeah, seriously. And some guys just like the idea of making another dude feel good.” Carson sure understands that. It was exactly why sucking Jack and swallowing his cum yesterday was so satisfying.

“So, have YOU done that?”

Jack had been fucked by a couple boys and three men, and he’s fucked four boys. But he thought it best to downplay it. “A few times, yeah.” 

“Were you the ginger or the blond one?” Carson asked.

“I’ve been both. They’re fun in different ways,” he said casually, continuing to downplay just how much enjoyed anal, especially topping another boy. “But hey, you don’t EVER have to do that if you think it's gross. It can be gross if you don’t prepare, but it’s usually super fun.”

“Ewww, yuck! Yeah, I don’t know about ever doing that, although it looks interesting. But I did like what we did earlier though — a lot.”

“Me too,” Jack replied, smiling. He hoped Carson would come around to going all the way. The thought of putting Carson on his back and eating his perfect little boy pussy before taking his cherry had been on Jack’s mind all morning.

Talking about fucking reminded Carson of something else. He remembered Kyler’s comment about wanting Jack to fuck him silly.

“Jack, can I ask you something else?”

“Sure my dude.”

“What’s it mean to be fucked silly?”

Jack laughed maniacally. “Where did you hear that?”

Carson told Jack all about Kyler being in his audition and at the show. He told him about him being jealous that he got to go backstage with Jack and then he showed him the conversation. “I wasn’t sure what he meant by that and I was too shy to ask.”

Jack grinned. He took Carson’s phone and quickly looked through Kyler’s profile. “Well, I think what he meant is that he thinks I’m cute and would let me fuck him really hard until he can’t see straight, kind of like in the porno we watched. Did you see how the red-haired guy went nuts as the other dude really gave it to him hard? Kyler must be gay too.”

“I dunno. I never really asked.”

“Well, either he is or he’s got a wicked sense of humor. He’s definitely really cute. I’d be more than happy to fuck him silly if he wanted.”

“Hey!” Carson exclaimed, suddenly a little bit jealous. “Why don’t you want to fuck me silly?”

Jack threw his arms around Carson and kissed him on the neck and cheek. “Dude, when you think you are ready for that, I’d love nothing more. But only when you’re ready. And I’ll go slow at first so it doesn’t hurt.”

“Well not today. I haven’t even pooped.”

“I didn’t mean today, you goof. I’m kind of sexed out, anyway. We’ve done a lot since last night. But there is one thing I do need to talk to you about before your audition this week.”

“What?”

Jack was hesitant. He hated even bringing this up. Carson was so sweet and innocent. “Well,” he said with a sigh, “one of the other things I learned at acting camp was about the casting couch.”

“The what?”

“Casting couch. See, the story goes, way back, when a young girl went to Hollywood and wanted to get into movies, whomever was doing the casting would make a deal with them. If the girl would let him fuck her, he’d put her in the movie. Supposedly, nobody got into show business without fucking somebody.”

“Okay, so what?” Carson asked, clearly not understanding the message.

“Well, it can kind of work that way with Broadway shows, too. Even for kids like us.”

“Huh? I don’t get it.”

“Well, like I told you in Hollywood, some of the casting directors had sex with women. Here, some of them like young boys instead.”

“What?!” Carson replied, aghast.

“Yeah, and if you want to guarantee a spot, you sometimes have to let them have a little fun with you.”

“Did YOU have to do that?”

“Yes. The boys at camp told me about it and what to do. It’s how I got a spot in Newsies just before I turned 10. Mr. Smits hired me.”

“You mean Mr. Smits likes boys… like that? He’s a molesterer?”

“Molester. Not molesterer. And yeah, I guess. Sorta. But he’s not mean about it or anything. He’s actually very gentle. I like him and we have fun together. He’s been awesome my whole career, got me almost every job one way or another, so I still owe a lot to him.”

“What did he do with you?” Carson asked in a daze. This is so bizarre to him. Doing stuff with Jack was one thing, but doing the same things with a grown up seems weird. “Isn’t that the bad touch they taught us about in school?”

“It is, but doesn’t have to be. That first time, he just undressed me. Played with my little cock and sucked on it for a bit. It was like the stuff I’d done at camp really, only he was a lot older. Later he asked me to suck his dick too. But that’s all we’ve done.”

“So, he doesn’t try to fuck you then?”

“Nah, not Mr. Smits. He wouldn’t do that to a boy. He’s too afraid of hurting them. I told you, he’s nice. Really nice.” Jack’s mind switched to Mr. Silverberg, the producer. He, unlike Mr. Smits, takes significant pleasure in drilling young boys. Thankfully, his cock isn’t large. That bridge he would help Carson cross later, if necessary.

“I thought he seemed nice,” Carson commented.

“He is. And he thinks you are really cute.”

“So, he’s gonna want me to take my clothes off? He’s already seen me in my underwear.” Carson asked apprehensively.

“Well, that’s up to you. You don’t have to do it. He told me he thinks you are one of the front runners. But, if the other boys all do stuff with him and you don’t, that can change in a hurry.”

“So, you think I should do it, to make sure I get the part?”

“I DO really want you to come on tour with me, but I don’t want you to ever do anything you aren’t willing to.”

“Me too. So, it’s really not that bad?”

“Nah, not at all. If it wasn’t Mr. Smits, I’d be worried. And if it creeps you out, just close your eyes and pretend it’s me doing it.”

“I can do it,” Carson stated rather emphatically, before adding “I think,” with a little less conviction.

“Okay. It’s always your choice, but here’s how it’ll go. During the interview, he will probably just have you sit on the couch with him in his office, chatting casually. At some point he will ask you if you are willing to do whatever is necessary to be in the show. If you say you would do “about anything” to get a role, that will be the signal you are willing. Then, just do what he asks. I promise Mr. Smits isn’t scary. He’s really a good friend.”

“So, you still do stuff with him?”

“Yes, sometimes. You know the day I met you, at the auditions?”

“Yeah.”

“Well, when the last audition was over, we went back to his office.”

“Yeah? And?”

“And I sucked his dick,” Jack said nonchalantly with a shrug. “It sounds weird, but I actually don’t mind it with him. He makes me feel good. And like I said, he’s got me so many jobs.”

“Will he want me to do that too?”

“Maybe. But you don’t have to. He will definitely start by playing with yours and then he might eventually ask if you’d like to see his. Just do what feels right. If he’s gotten you naked and likes you, you’ll get a part. He already thinks you’re the cutest boy auditioning, after me of course,” Jack added with a grin.

Carson made up his mind in an instant. If his hero Jack Logan could do it, so could he. “I’ll do it Jack. I’ll do it for you. I really want to be with you on tour.”

Jack gave Carson a huge hug. He’s so relieved. He feared Carson would be angry and refuse, ruining what could be an incredible few months together. Now Carson will make the tour and Mr. Smits won’t be disappointed.

“That’s the spirit. I was so afraid you’d freak out.”

“Well, it is weird. You know, I didn’t know anything before yesterday. I would be so lost if we weren’t friends.”

“I told you I was going to change your life, didn’t I?” Jack replied.

Carson pulled down the front of his PJs. “All this talk about sex stuff got me horny again. Can we… you know?”

“Well, no more sucking. You’ll get a sore throat and won’t be able to sing. I got an idea. Let’s take a shower in my mom’s bathroom. It’s sweet, you’ll see.”

25.

Jack led Carson to his parent’s fancy bathroom and they disrobed. They have a huge walk-in shower with special spa heads on opposite walls which spray water and steam at various heights. Carson thought it was the coolest thing ever. They bathed, they washed, and they jerked each other off. Carson’s only new lesson was finding out how good a soapy hand can feel sliding up and down one’s cock.

They retreated to Jack’s bedroom where they each donned a pair of shorts and cuddled on Jack’s bed. Two hours of swimming and multiple orgasms had them both exhausted. They both fell asleep splayed atop Jack’s comforter.

That is how their moms found them. “Aww. Isn’t that something? Looks like they wore each other out,” Mrs. Schererman said when she discovered them. If she only knew.

***

Carson stirred from his slumber with considerable difficulty. He was groggy as he stumbled to the toilet. He gathered all of his belongings and then it was time for them to go into the city for dinner and their hotel. The auditions begin at nine Tuesday morning and finish on Wednesday, with the interview sessions in the afternoon.

He was about to leave when Jack stopped him.

“Wait,” Jack said. “We better say a real goodbye now, in private.” He pulled Carson to him and the two kissed passionately for several seconds as they embraced. “This past day-and-a-half has been amazing. The tour is going to be even better,” Jack told him.

“I hope so. I can’t wait,” Carson replied. Inexplicably, he felt a strong urge to say “I love you” to Jack, but stopped himself.

26.

Carson woke the next morning happy, content, and confident. He’s had the best time of his life with Jack, and knowing what to expect about the casting couch, his confidence bloomed. Ms. Theresa, his agent, was excited for him as she drove them to the audition and dropped him off. She would spend the day with Mrs. Coleman at museums and art galleries during Carson’s grueling audition. 

Carson was quite happy to see Kyler again, who was insanely jealous that Carson had just spent the past two days and a night at Jack’s house. “Maybe he’ll invite you too, next time,” Carson offered, while leaving out anything about Jack thinking he was cute. The truth is, he’d rather keep Jack to himself, but he also wants the three of them to be friends.

Beside Kyler, there were six other boys in the final round. He knew five of the eight would go on tour and three would miss out. As Carson looked them over, he found himself trying to determine how attractive Mr. Smits will find each of them. He also compared them to himself and Kyler. He was pleased, because he’s sure he and Kyler are cuter than at least two of the others.

At break, Carson almost brought up the casting couch to Kyler. He really wanted to make sure Kyler would make it. But, he couldn’t quite bring himself to broach the topic. It’s just too awkward of a subject to bring up with someone you still barely know. Little did he know, Kyler is well-versed in the intricacies of the entertainment industry. Or that Kyler has a reputation for being willing to do literally anything to be cast — including offering up his sweet little boypussy to be plundered by a man’s cock. Honestly, he truly enjoys the warm, tingly feeling it provides.

***

After day one of auditions, Jack checked in with Carson to see how it was going. He was pleased when Carson told him he had done very well. “Are you still fine with what I told you about the couch and stuff?”

“Yep,” Carson replied. “I got this, Jack. I won’t let you down.”

***

Jack hung up with Carson and immediately called Mr. Smits.

“Boy wonder! What’s the good word?” Mr. Smits answered when he realized who was calling.

Jack laughed. “Hey Mr. Smits. I just talked to Carson. He said he was killing it.”

“He’s doing very well. But then, so is everyone. How did your sleepover with him go?”

“Fantastic. He likes it, sir. Like, a lot. No doubt about that.”

“Hmmm. Good to hear. How far did you get?”

“Just jerking and sucking. He’s new to it all. Hadn’t even jerked off before.”

“No shit?” Smits replied with increased interest. That made his cock twitch. An inexperienced boy, especially as cute as Carson, was just something you don’t come across often.

“Yeah, for real. But he learned very quickly and is eager.”

“Nice. So, does he know what to expect tomorrow? During the interview?”

“Yes. I think he’ll be okay, but sir?”

“Yes, Jack?”

“Sir, please be gentle. He’s really sweet and innocent.”

“Aren’t I always?” Mr. Smits replied. “You know I never want to hurt a boy or make him do anything he isn’t comfortable with or willing to do.”

Jack sighed. “Yes sir, I know that. But Silverberg isn’t like you at all. Please make sure it’s you with him and not that perv. I want Carson on tour, but I don’t want him broken to get there.”

“I can do that.” Mr. Smits had already planned out with Silverberg to be who would make a go at Carson. 

“Thank you, sir. It means a lot to me. I’d be sick if he got hurt and withdrew. I really like him.”

Mr. Smits detected a different tone in Jack’s voice. The last time they conversed about Carson, Jack spoke about him like any other boy. Clearly, something has shifted. “You’ve got a bit of a crush on this boy, don’t you?”

“You can tell?” Jack was slightly uncomfortable by his transparency. If Carson’s parents picked up on it, or even his own, that could spell trouble.

“It’s obvious, Jack. Honestly, it’s adorable,” he teased. “Listen, I’ll make sure he’s with me. I gave the Kyler boy to Silverberg. Word has it he’s quite the little whore who likes it all, so Silverberg will still get to have some fun.”

“Thank you. I appreciate it.”

Jack’s relief is palpable. He trusts Smits. Silverberg, not so much.

“Break a leg tonight. I’ll give you another report tomorrow.”

27.

Carson was anxious as he finally entered Mr. Smits's office for his post-audition interview. He knew the final round of auditions went well, but from what he can tell, they’d gone well for everyone. Carson knew that following Jack’s instructions when it came to this ‘interview’ could make the difference. Ever since Jack explained the whole casting couch thing to him, he’s been dwelling on it. He loved what he and Jack did a few days before, but would it be the same with someone as old as his father? The one good thing is he genuinely likes Mr. Smits.

Mr. Smits welcomed him into the office and closed the door behind him, quietly flipping the lock. “So, how do you feel the past couple of days have gone?” the man asked before he even sat down.

“Good sir,” Carson replied. “I think everyone is very talented,” he added as he started to sit in the chair by Mr. Smits’ desk.

“Come Carson. Let’s be a bit more casual and sit on the couch. Something to drink? Water? Soda? Tea?”

“Just some water, please,” Carson replied, not wanting to be a bother.

Mr. Smits joined him on the couch, handing him a cold bottle of water. “I think I agree with you. There are a lot of talented boys in this group. It will be very hard to determine the final five. There’s something about you that seems special, though. Jack sure thinks so.”

“Really sir?” Carson replied, beaming.

“Yes. I feel landing a role would be a bigger deal to you than it would for some of the other boys. Kyler has been on a national tour, as have some others. I feel like you are going to work harder, because it means more to you.”

Carson perked up. “Oh, yes sir. I’ll work very hard, I promise. I’m not lazy at all, not with school or chores or anything.” Carson’s exuberant innocence is intoxicating to Smits. He really is a very genuine and sweet boy. That just isn’t always the case at this level of performing.

“And you’re prepared to be away from home for almost a year? Living out of a hotel room? Missing your friends?”

“I don’t mind, sir. I’ll make new friends with the other boys on the cast. I’m already friends with Jack and Kyler, if he makes it.”

“I know Jack told you weeks ago that he was going on tour. And you’ve kept that a secret?”

“Yes sir! I haven’t told anyone!”

“And what about auditioning in your underwear? Who did you tell about that?”

“Nobody, sir. Not my parents or my agent or anyone. Honest.”

“And did you enjoy spending the day with Jack? You two seem to have really hit it off. What all did you do?”

“Oh, we swam and then just hung out playing video games and talking and stuff,” Carson replied, leaving out the parts where Jack taught him all about various aspects of boy sex.

“Good. Mr. Silverberg and I really like boys who are mature enough to be discreet and keep confidence,” he began. “Tell me, just how badly do you want this role?”

“More than anything, sir. I’ll do almost anything to get this job.” Carson was sure to punch the word ‘anything’ just like Jack instructed. He looked right into Mr. Smits eyes as he delivered the line, just to make sure the message was conveyed.

“Excellent. I was hoping you’d say that. Why don’t you stand up so I can get a better look at you?” Mr. Smits suggested with a warm, friendly smile.

Carson stood up nervously. Mr. Smits took the bottle of water from his hand and set it on the table. He ran his hands softly over Carson’s chest. “This shirt is nice and soft,” he said as he shifted his fingers to Carson’s shoulders. Carson looked down at Mr. Smits, biting his lip. “Relax. I’m gentle, you’ll see.”

Mr. Smits gingerly tugged on Carson’s polo until the tail pulled free from his khakis. His hand slipped under the shirt and ran across the soft skin of Carson’s belly, his fingers dancing over the indentation of his belly button. Mr. Smits couldn’t believe how soft his skin was. It was perfectly smooth and contained just enough fat that it gave slightly to the touch. Carson’s stomach flinched at the light touch. He giggled from the tickle. Mr. Smits’ hand crept upward and found those large nipples he so enjoyed staring at during Carson’s underwear audition. His fingertips ran across one, then the other, causing them to harden slightly and causing Carson to suck in his breath.

Carson wasn’t expecting having his nipples touched to cause such a feeling. Jack had NOT given him that lesson! It feels nice and he’s enjoying the man’s touch. Jack was right, Mr. Smits is gentle. He really didn’t mind this at all so far.

Mr. Smits added his second hand, each rubbing his chest up and down and playing with his nipples. Carson closed his eyes and rocked as he enjoyed the feeling of the man’s hands. Nobody, other than Jack, had ever touched him like this and even Jack wasn’t so soothing. Jack had pretty much gone straight for his dick. Mr. Smits hooked his forearms under the hem of Carson’s polo and lifted it. “Is this okay?” he asked, making sure Carson wasn’t out of his comfort zone.

“Yeah,” Carson answered in such a quiet whisper he could barely be heard. He was lost in the blissful feeling of Mr. Smits' hands massaging his chest. Lifting gently, the shirt pulled over Carson’s head and was tossed aside.

“Mmm. Gorgeous. You are an absolutely beautiful boy, Carson. Stop me if I start to do something you don’t like, okay? I want this to feel good for you.” he said, to which Carson nodded. Mr. Smits stood slightly and brought his mouth to Carson’s nipples. Those big, brown circles just begged to be licked. He lapped at them with his tongue. First one, then the other, and then plied them with kisses and some gentle suction until they both stood firm against the otherwise flat chest. He could hear Carson’s breathing quicken. Smits instinctively knew it was not because he was growing scared or anxious, but because he was becoming aroused. His years of experience with boys had taught him the ability to know the difference. A light brush of the front of Carson slacks confirmed what he already suspected.

He brought his hands to Carson’s chin and lifted it gently. “May I kiss you?”

“Yes. Please sir,” Carson answered. It was odd. As scared as he was earlier, now he actually wanted the man to kiss him. Smits brought his lips to Carson’s and grazed the boy’s lips. Nothing too intense, no tongue, just some soft kisses and slight sucking of the boy’s smooth lips. He knew better than to try anything more this early. Maybe in a later session he could enjoy the taste of the boy’s tongue.

“Jack’s right, you’re a special, special boy,” Mr. Smits whispered as he sat down again. Carson believes it. In this moment, he feels very special. No adult outside of his parents had taken such interest in or care of him. His parents were great, but they weren’t affectionate. Nobody, even Jack, had touched him like this. Carson feels loved and completely comfortable, just like with Jack. Mr. Smits couldn’t be a bad guy, he concluded. He was making him feel too good inside.

The man started to undo his belt. “Is this okay still?” he asked.

“Uh uh,” Carson nodded as the belt slipped free of the buckle and hung splayed in front of him. Mr. Smits carefully undid the button and slowly lowered his zipper. Carson’s navy-blue Hanes athletic-style boxer briefs came into view, a sizable bulge in the front. Mr. Smits’ hands pushed the slacks open until they fell down past Carson’s knees.

Mr. Smits gently rubbed Carson’s obvious erection through his underwear. “It seems you like this so far.”

Carson swallowed. “Yes,” he barely managed to get out. His throat had gone dry. Mr. Smits continued to rub the skinny rod through the smooth fabric. He estimated Carson is at least 3.5”, a decent length for a boy his age but not nearly the monster Jack had suggested. Carson closed his eyes and enjoyed the feeling of his dick being lightly stroked. It felt every bit as good as when Jack did it two days before.

“Is it okay if we take these off?” Mr. Smits asked. Carson didn’t reply verbally and instead hooked his thumbs in his waistband and started to push them down, before Mr. Smits grabbed his hands.

“Shhhh. No, let me do that, please.” He pulled on the waistband and folded the boxers over onto themselves until they started to peel down his soft smooth legs. He pulled out on the front to make sure the waistband didn’t catch on the boy’s erection. He slowly pulled them down until they wrapped around his smooth, skinny thighs.

Nothing could have prepared Mr. Smits for the sight of Carson’s gorgeous cock. While not as huge as he had expected based on Jack’s reporting, it might be the most perfect boy cock ever created. He actually gasped. Sticking up at a perfect 45-degree angle from his abdomen, the perfectly straight spike was topped with a foreskin that just barely fell short of covering the end of a shiny pink cock head. There was not a sign of a single pubic hair on him. The skin of his cock was a perfectly pasty white, creating a contrast with the slightly exposed pink tip. Blue veins ran its length.

Mr. Smits doesn’t get to play with many uncut boys. So many boys in the business are Jewish. Mr. Smits knew right then that Carson was being cast. He was already almost positive, but this amazing cock and the boy’s willingness to share it sealed the deal. He knew Mr. Silverberg would not object.

Mr. Smits took the pulsing, warm flesh into his hands and gently pushed back until the entirety of the pink head burst free. He gasped again at its beauty. There’s just something incredibly stirring about a boy's natural beauty when he’s on the precipice of puberty, or in the midst of it. 

“Carson, your cock is perfect. If it’s still fine, I’m going to get a taste,” he informed the boy before slipping it into his mouth. His tongue bathed the exposed tip, taking in the scent and flavor one can only find with natural, unaltered boy cock of a certain age.

That tingling feeling hit Carson almost immediately. “Oh, Sir,” he moaned between clenched teeth as his hips pushed forward instinctively and his butt cheeks clamped together. Mr. Smits added some suction and bobbed up and down.

He knew immediately that Carson was one of those boys that would reach orgasm in short order. It’s no surprise, given his inexperience. Jack informed him how quickly Carson came, but he’s experienced enough with lads to sense it. He allowed the boy to begin thrusting into him as he lightly cradled the boy’s smooth ball sack and ran his fingers down below them to that sensitive skin between his balls and his holiest of places. He pressed into his perineum as the boy’s hips frantically started pumping. “Oh! Ah… Oh my gosh!” Carson cried out as only the fifth orgasm of his life crashed through his body.

Mr. Smits knew how sensitive a young boy’s penis is post-orgasm so despite wanting to savor it for longer, he mercifully let it slip from his mouth. The hard rod stood stiffly, twitching every half-second, desperately trying to expel the juices that have yet to begin production. Carson was gasping for breath. That was even more exciting than when Jack sucked him off. He would have never thought it could feel even more amazing with Mr. Smits.

“Would you like to see what I have for you?” the man asked. Carson knew what was expected of him now and even though he had worried about it before, he isn’t now. In fact, a part of him was downright curious to see Mr. Smits naked. He dropped to his knees and reached for the zipper of the man’s expensive slacks. He could feel the man’s erection pushing against the front and there was a small damp spot where the head was clearly positioned. “Has the man already spermed?” Carson wondered. 

He unzipped the slacks and reached in. His hand touched cock immediately. It seems so thick and warm. He pulled, trying to get it out but the head was caught. Mr. Smits shifted, reached inside, and extricated his pole from their woolen confines. His 6” of stiff cock pointed out, right at Carson, who eyed it briefly. It looks gigantic to him. It was much more substantial than Jack’s. He brought his face closer and sniffed. It doesn’t smell, like his own dick can after a full day of sweating, or after skipping a day or two of showering. He extended his tongue and licked at the tip. A sweet taste floated over his tongue, encouraging him to take more of it into his mouth. He got the tip in and felt like his mouth was already full. He felt Mr. Smits caressing the back of his head as he swirled his tongue over the tip, just like Jack taught him to do. 

“Oh yes, Carson, that feels fantastic. You’re such a special boy,” Mr. Smits encouraged. “Please take off your pants. I like a boy completely naked when he’s sucking my cock.”

Carson was kneeling but was able to kick off his shoes. He stood and lifted each leg out of his trousers and underwear, leaving him wearing just his socks — and a rock-hard penis. Mr. Smits gave his erection a few tugs. Mr. Smits was quite pleased to see Carson still hard. It was a good sign the boy is enjoying everything.

“Finish me off. We don’t have much time.” Carson fell to his knees and took the man’s cock back into his mouth. While Carson sucked and bobbed, his eyes closed to concentrate. Mr. Smits quickly took his phone and snapped a picture of his cock in Carson’s mouth. He snapped it to Mr. Silverberg with a caption. “EVERYTHING we’re looking for.”

Carson’s oral skills weren’t the best, but that doesn’t bother Smits. Training a boy to become a good cocksucker is half the fun, right? Carson’s teeth were brushing against the rim of his head, but he didn’t make mention of it. He would learn in due time. They always do. He’ll have lots of teachers on tour. But, he needs to hurry things along. The next boy is waiting. He started pushing his hips upwards and started stroking his cock, just the tip still in the innocent boy’s mouth. He reached behind the cushion of the couch, grabbed a hand towel, and placed it over his hips. He was just in time. Before he knew it, he was coming — fast as always, which given the nature of the time he often has with boys, is fortunate.

“Stop now, I’ll take over,” he instructed. He wasn’t sure Carson was ready for a heavy load of man jizz. The boy pulled off and caught his breath and Mr. Smits jerked his cock rapidly. When it jerked and three jolts of thick, white, creamy cum jumped onto the towel Carson’s eyes got big. That was nothing like Jack’s small, watery squirts! It was much more like the porno film he and Jack watched.

“Maybe if we get to do this again you can see if you can swallow a little of it?” Carson nodded. “Now, you better get dressed before the next boy arrives and thinks we’ve been up to no good.”

Carson dressed quickly. Mr. Smits, having squeezed the last of his load from his shrinking cock onto the towel, folded it and stuffed it back into the couch and zipped up. He gave Carson a quick once over, adjusting his shirt so it looked more relaxed and fixed his dark hair with his fingers.

“Did I do well?” Carson asked nervously.

“Splendid, Carson. Splendid.“

“Does that mean I’ll get a part, sir?”

He put his arm around the boy. “I don’t see how it would be possible to put this cast together without your talents. Now remember, nothing that just happened ever gets mentioned to anyone, right? Except Jack, of course.”

“Of course not sir. I know.” A definite “Yes” from Mr. Smits would have been better, but Carson is still pleased. It sounds very promising.

28.

On the floor above, in Mr. Silverberg’s office, Kyler was wiping the last of the man’s cum from his chin. He had managed to swallow most of his voluminous load, but some had escaped. “Well done, Kyler. You seem to have a bit of experience.”

“Oh yes, sir. The Finding Neverland tour was very educational,” Kyler answered, winking.

“Hmm. Yes, I can imagine. So, you boys were a bit more than friends then on tour?”

“Most of us.”

“I see,” Mr. Silverberg replied, zipping up his pants. “Off you go. Remember, this was just between us professionals, right?”

“Right sir. I know the drill.”

29.

Carson left Mr. Smits quite pleased, and frankly, still a little horny. He wants to step into the bathroom and play with himself, but has another appointment with the producer of the show. He’s very anxious, as this was the only person left to meet.

He had no reason to be fearful, the man turned out to be very easy to talk to. They sat in two arm chairs situated in front of a window that looked out over Central Park, and chatted like old friends. His questions were very simple ‘get to know you’ kinds of things. The man talked to Carson like he already has the role. He would say things like, “When you go on tour, you’ll see the best parts of several cities. Stay at great hotels. You’ll love it.” It gave Carson confidence.

“So, you’ve had your interview with Mr. Smits already then?” he asked.

“Yes, I just came from there,” Carson answered.

“And how did that go?

“Very well. Thank you.”

“It was all above board with Mr. Smits then? I’ve had a few boys mention feeling uncomfortable around him. You’d tell me if anything untoward happened, right? I don’t want my show tainted by misbehavior.”

Carson hesitated. It seemed like Mr. Silverberg already knew what happened with Mr. Smits, or at least suspected it. But Carson knows it was a secret and he doesn’t want to cause trouble. He wants the part. Plus, he really didn’t mind what happened at all. He genuinely enjoyed everything and would do that again. “No, no sir. We just talked,” Carson replied.

Mr. Silverberg grinned. That’s just the response he wanted to hear. Indeed, he and Mr. Smits preferred boys who could keep their mouths shut. Well, in a manner of speaking.

“Well, then,” Mr. Silverberg said as he walked Carson to the door. “I best send you off and see in the next lad.” He looked down as he escorted the boy to the door. Carson’s perfectly round ass jutted out behind him. He grinned. Meeting up with the show on tour and sinking his cock into that enticing butt was going to be special… very fucking special.

Carson was perfect. He was adorable, not very big, and Smits assured him that Carson is a virgin. Perfect. The boy’s ass would be tight and when he finally fucked him. He can just hear how he’ll squeal, or even better, complain or fight. Silverberg, the sick bastard, loves when boys resist. It makes him feel powerful, stroking his ego and helping him believe his 5” cock is actually bigger.

***

Kyler was being questioned similarly by Mr. Smits, who enjoyed the image Mr. Silverberg sent him of Kyler’s mouth stretched by a man’s cock. His cute, freckled face stuffed with Mr. Silverberg’s cock was quite the contrast. In due time, Mr. Smits would get to experience the boy for himself, but for now, his task is to make sure Kyler can keep secrets. And just like Carson, Kyler passed the test with flying colors.

***

With the boy’s all sent home for the day, Mr. Silverberg and Mr. Smits met in a quiet bar down the street. In a back corner booth, they discussed the day’s events.

“I knew Kyler would be easy,” Mr. Smits said. 

Silverberg laughed. “He practically begged for it. I figured a boy on the Neverland tour would have gotten a fair amount of play. He sucked cock like a pro. Cute little ass, too,” Silverberg replied.

“Yeah, but nothing like Carson. I’m sure you noticed that great little bubble butt on him. It looks delectable.” Smits said.

“Oh, I noticed. It would be a pleasure watching you feed him your cock as I give him a good fucking from behind.”

“Hmm. Fuck yeah,” Smits answered, not wanting to kill the mood. Mentally, he was rolling his eyes. Silverberg always takes his fantasies to the extreme. Something like that might be possible with a boy like Kyler, but it isn’t going to happen with Carson. In fact, given Carson’s level of innocence, he’s already planning to shield him from Silverberg (at least until he is more seasoned).

“We will have to go slow with him, though. He’s a great kid, but really naive. Jack told me he didn’t know anything, not even masturbation, until he showed him Sunday.”

“He’s sure a quick learner,” observed Mr. Silverberg.

“His technique needs work. His teeth are sharp. But I’m not worried.”

“It won’t take long for Jack to teach him. That horny little fucker will have him deepthroating in no time. That was a pure stroke of genius, asking Jack to go on tour.”

“Thanks. I thought it was brilliant myself. And with his parents divorcing and Todd getting to be his chaperone, it’s just too perfect, isn’t it? Jack’s clueless mom going with him all over the country would have ruined the fun for sure, but Todd will make sure the boys have ample opportunities to fool around as much as they want.” 

“Hmmm. Right. Their room will be borgy central. We should budget for them to have a suite.”

“Good thinking, sir,” Smits replied.

“Then, when we meet up with the company, we can join them,” Mr. Silverberg responded, raising his glass. “Cheers!”

“Cheers,” Mr. Smits replied as they clinked mugs. “Now, we have Jack, Carson, and Kyler. We still need to pick three more from the remaining six. Nobody else seemed to bite when I gave them the opportunity.”

“Same here. Though Marcus sure seems like a right little faggot. Cute too. And forget about Samuel. His helicopter mom will hardly leave his side. We definitely don’t need THAT.”

“Agree about Marcus. He sings like a dream and he’s stocky enough to be a good Vern. Plus, chunky boys can be fun to fondle. That leaves two more.”

“Well, let the women have some say when you meet tomorrow. We don’t want them to think the two of us are picking the entire cast over drinks while we talk about which boys we most want to fuck, do we?”

“Right,” Mr. Smits replied with a laugh. 

 30.

Carson and his mom were sitting at the airport gate the next day when his agent called with the most amazing news.

The show wanted him. Not only that, they wanted him to star opposite Jack on tour as Gordie, the sensitive writer.

Carson was so happy he cried. All of his dreams are coming true.

***

As soon as Carson stopped bawling, he and his mom called his father to share the good news. And then Carson got to call who he really wanted to call first: Jack. Jack pretended to be surprised (he wasn’t, Smits had already told him he was in), but was genuinely ecstatic.

Carson had just hung up when he got a text from Kyler, who is in as well. This was going to be the best year of his life. He immediately boned. 

*** End of Story *** 

 Authors Notes:

I had the idea for this story bouncing around in my head for a couple years before I finally penned it 2 ½ years ago. The inspiration came from seeing a traveling Broadway show with a fairly large cast of young boys. OF COURSE, my mind immediately went to the kind of trouble six boys on the cusp or in the middle of puberty could get into as they travel across North America for months on end. Surely, being involved in musical theater, at least a couple of them (hell, maybe even all 6) would be attracted to each other, right?

My original intent was for this to be the launch of a longer story, eventually following the show as it goes on tour. And… It still may turn into that, someday.

If you liked this story, you’d probably enjoy my current ongoing project - Max’s Awakening (under young friends) and Max’s Freudian Slip (under adult youth). They are the same story told by two different points of view - either (now) 14-year-old Max (Awakening), or his adult mentor and basically surrogate father, Craig (Freudian Slip), who happens to be a bl.

https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/young-friends/maxs-awakening/

https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/maxs-freudian-slip/

My author’s page with all my stories is here:

https://www.nifty.org/nifty/authors.html#craigpnifty