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            All the World's a Stage



by Erastes
Copyright 2017 by Erastes
Chapter 30 - A Possible Hideaway. 



Monday was the first of the rehearsals for Oliver!  We practiced scenes one through three of Act One with the two casts after school on the first two days of the week.  These practices covered the scene with the orphans at the workhouse, and the next scene was between Mr. Bumble and Widow Courney, and the third took place at the Undertaker's shop, after Mr. Bumble sold Oliver to Mr. Sowerberry. 

After the practices ended and before they left to go home, I pulled Tucker and Braedon aside and told them that if they wanted to come over to my apartment again, they'd have to do it Friday after school.  Neither one had a problem with doing this, and I could tell that Braedon was eager for round two.

On Wednesday and Thursday we rehearsed scenes four through six of Act One.  Scene four was where Oliver meets the Artful Dodger, the next was when Oliver was introduced to Fagin and taught about the business, and the last was where Oliver joins the rest of Fagan's boys going out on a job. 

I think Gina and I were both pleased and mildly optimistic when these rehearsals ended, because we saw it all starting to come together.  We also agreed that we had selected the right people for the various roles, and in addition to that, Gina got to see how I had decided to play Fagin, and she seemed mildly amused. 

"Even though the movie showed him to be fairly likeable, I've always thought Fagin should be portrayed as a villain," she said in between giggles. 

"He might be a villain in one sense, but he's primarily a con-man who has to appear friendly enough to convince the boys to do his bidding, including Sikes.  He also has to be clever enough to keep everyone off his back and prevent them from finding out that he's pilfering a few things for himself.  He can't come off threatening, like Sikes, because he doesn't have the physical build or strength to back it up.  Besides, he's an old man and not very intimidating, so he has to rely on his wits and his charm." 

"Ok, I get it now, and I can't wait to see how this all comes together.  I have to admit, though, that I've liked what I've seen so far." 

I felt good knowing she approved, but I had a lot of refining left to my portrayal to make this work, such as finding the right gestures and mannerisms to fit Fagin's wily character. 

Friday was the only day that I got to leave school right after the final bell, and I rushed home so I'd be there when Tucker and Braedon arrived.  I had time to make the bed and grab a quick snack before they got here, and this time I left the door ajar so they could come right in. 

"Mr. Roberson, did you know your door wasn't shut tight?" Braedon asked once he was inside. 

"Yes, I left it that way so you wouldn't have to wait.  I also did it so people wouldn't see you coming to visit me, because they might get suspicious and wonder what we're doing."  

"Oh, ok.  I get it now." 

Even though I offered them a snack, they were too eager to get started to waste time doing anything else.  We went back to the bedroom and both boys were out of their clothes before I pulled the covers back.  "Wow, you two are in a hurry today," I teased. 

"We like doin' this and can't wait to get started," Braedon replied. 

"Yeah," Tucker added in agreement. 

"So what do you want to do this time?" 

"Like we did last time," Braedon quickly answered.

"Mr. Roberson, do you have any of those things to stick in our butts?" Tucker immediately followed.  This let me know that he was more concerned about getting Braedon ready to join the other group. 

"I do.  I've had them since I was a little older than you guys, and not too long ago I ran across them in a box I was digging through while looking for something else.  I placed them in my nightstand, if you want to see them." 

"Yeah, I do," Tucker agreed. 

"Yeah, me too," Braedon followed. 

I pulled them out and laid them on the bed.  "They're called dildos." 

"They look like different size cocks," Braedon observed.  "This one," he said while pointing at the smallest, "Is about the same size as me and Tucker.  Can I touch it?"

"Yes, it's clean." 

He picked it up and held it next to his penis, before holding it beside Tucker's penis.  "Help us get hard so I can do that again," he added as he moved toward me. 

Tucker followed his lead, so I reached a hand out toward both boys and slowly rubbed the scrotums and stroked their dicks.  They firmed up very quickly, and then Braedon held the dildo next to each of them again.  "See, it's the same size as us." 

"Can we try having you stick that in our butts?" Tucker followed. 

"Are you sure you want to do that?" 

"Yeah, I want to see what it's like," Braedon responded before Tucker had a chance.  Since he was so eager, I agreed to do it for him. 

"Before I do this, I want to get you boys ready first.  Are you ok with that?" 

"Yeah, I guess.  What are you gonna do?" Braedon answered, a little more hesitantly this time. 

"First, I'm going to rim you, so that area is nice and slick, and then I'm going to use a finger to see how you deal with that going into your butt." 

"Ok, I'll do that." 

"Me too," Tucker agreed. 

I thought I should do it to Braedon first, because I felt he might back out after he saw me doing it to Tucker.  Since he hadn't asked what it meant when I said I was going to rim him, I assumed he thought it was something I was going to do with my finger.  I lifted his legs and pushed them back to his chest, and before he could change his mind or ask what I was going to do, I dove down and began to run my tongue around his hole. 

"Tucker, he's lickin' my butt hole," Braedon gasped and then giggled. 

"I know.  I can see that.  How does it feel?" 

"Funny, but kinda good." 

I did that to him for a brief time and even forced my tongue inside to get him nice and loose, as well as relaxed.  When I thought I'd done that long enough, I added lube to my fingers so I could insert the first one.  "Push out a little, like your trying to poop." 

He did, and my finger popped all the way inside.  That was a good sign, so I slid it back and forth a few times.  "Does that mean you're fuckin' me with your finger?" 

"It's the same motion, but I'm just trying to make sure your loose.  I'm going to use two fingers now, so push out again." 

He did, but there was a little more resistance this time.  "Does it hurt?" 

"No, it kinda feels like when I put my fingers in my mouth and stretch the sides when I make a face." 

"Ok, I'm glad to hear that." 

Seeing he wasn't in pain, I pushed both fingers all the way in, and then I slid them back and forth a few times before I grabbed the dildo.  "To keep the dildo clean, I'm going to put this protective device over it.  It's called a condom or a rubber, and it's what guys use on their penis to keep from getting a girl pregnant." 

"Yeah, my dad told me about that stuff, but he doesn't know I never want to do it with a girl." 

I didn't comment and got the dildo ready, and then I added the lube.  When I placed it at his orifice, I told him to push out again.  The dildo went in without much resistance, much to my surprise.  I wasn't sure why it was so easy for him, but I wasn't about to look a gift horse in the mouth.  Instead, I slid it back and forth a few times, eliciting a giggle.  "That tickles," Braedon stated. 

I continued doing it a few more times, and then I withdrew the dildo.  Since I didn't want Braedon to know that Tucker had done this before, I did exactly the same things to him next.  Once I'd finished with both of them, Tucker spoke.  "That wasn't so bad.  I thought it would be a lot worse, so why don't you use the blue one on us next time." 

"Yeah, I think I can do that one too," Braedon agreed. 

"That's a lot bigger," I pointed out.

"I know, but I think I can do it.  One time when I forgot to flush the toilet after taking a poop, my mom saw it and said it was as big as hers."  I guess that might explain why he didn't have any problems today. 

"Ok, I guess I could try that with you then, if you both want," I replied.  "Would you like me to suck you off now?" 

"Yeah, we'd like that," they both agreed. 

They were soon laying next to each other again, waiting for me to begin.  I licked their scrotums, and shafts first, before I swallowed their miniature organs and bobbed up and down on them.  Braedon was bucking into me again, just like the last time, so he was catching on to everything a lot faster than most kids his age, at least the ones I was familiar with. 

After they'd both ejaculated into my mouth, I told them to get dressed.  "Next time I'll show you some other things too." 

"What things?" Braedon asked, momentarily stopping what he was doing. 

"I want it to be a surprise, but I'm pretty sure you're going to like it too." 

"K.  When can we do this next?" 

"Not this Sunday, but the one after that.  You can come here after we finish swimming." 

"Why can't we do it this Sunday?" Braedon pressed. 

"Because I have other plans." 

"Ok, we'll come back then." 

I believe this made him realize I had other things in my life too, not just doing things for them, so he opted not to push his luck.  He and Tucker finished dressing, and then I walked them to the door and said goodbye. 

"Thanks for doin' this for us," Braedon said before he left, but after I'd opened the door. 

I thought about what he'd just said and tried to analyze it in case someone else had overheard.  I felt it was innocuous enough that I could explain it away if anyone asked, saying he was grateful for me helping him with his lines or with his school work.  However, next time we were alone I would impress upon him that he could only say things like that behind closed doors from now on. 

When I woke up the next morning, I hurried to get ready to head to the Y for my workout.  I was also anxious to discover if Hunter had talked to his lacrosse coach.  If he had, I wondered what had been decided. 

When I walked into the locker room, I found Hunter was already there.  I looked at him confused, because he was alone, but he soon explained the reason to me.  "I came early, cuz I wanted to talk to you before the other guys show up.  The lacrosse coach said there's no way he can let me miss that many practices." 

"I was afraid of that." 

"Can I still be in the play?" 

"I don't know how you can do that either, unless you rehearse with your group.  There's songs you'll have to learn and things you'll have to do on stage.  I know you don't want to hear this, but you're going to have to make a choice.  You won't be able to do both." 

I thought he was going to start crying, but he fought back the tears and looked up at me.  "Then I wanna be in the play.  That's why I came early, cuz I knew Devin and Gabe wouldn't understand." 

"But they're going to find out." 

"I know, but I just wanted to talk to you alone first.  I was pretty sure that's what you were gonna tell me, so I'd already made up my mind.  I wanted to tell you before I told them." 

"Are you sure you want to do this?  The musical is just a one time thing, but if you don't play lacrosse this year, it may affect you playing it in the future too." 

"I know, but I'm not as good as Devin, so I'll prolly be on the bench.  Since I won't be playin' very much, then I'd rather do this.  Then next year I'll join the drama club, so I can do the plays with you too."

"You seem to have thought this out, but I just hope you don't regret your decision later." 

"I won't, cuz I'd rather do stuff with you."  I was wondering if his statement might have had other implications, but I didn't have time to follow up on that, because Devin and Gabe came into the locker room at that point. 

"How come you came here alone?" Devin demanded. 

"I had my mom drop me off, cuz I wanted to talk to Mr. Roberson about somethin'.  I talked to the lacrosse coach and he said I couldn't miss practices to be in 'Oliver!'..."

"So you just came to tell him you won't be in the musical?" Gabe asked, cutting him off. 

"No, I came to see if I could still be in 'Oliver!' if I played lacrosse, and he told me the same thing.  I've decided I'd rather do that than play lacrosse, so I'm not going out for the team." 

"What?" the other two boys screamed. 

"I'm not gonna play lacrosse.  I'd prolly spend most of my time on the bench anyway, so I'd rather do this." 

Gabe and Devin were arguing with him about his decision and told him he might still end up playing instead of being on the bench, but Hunter wasn't about to change his mind.  After allowing this to go on for a couple of minutes, I called a halt to their discussion. 

"Let's drop this for now and get changed," I suggested.  "Then, I want you two to go out to the pool while I chat with Hunter alone.  We'll come out and join you to workout when we're done." 

Devin and Gabe weren't happy, but they did as I asked.  As soon as they were gone, I looked at Hunter and spoke.  "Have you talked this over with your mom and dad?" 

"There's just my mom, and she doesn't care." 

"I didn't realize that, but do you mind if I ask where your dad is?" 

"Don't know.  Never seen him."  That answered a bunch of questions for me. 

"So are you sure this is what you want to do?" 

"Yep, I'm positive." 

Seeing his mind was made up, we walked out to the pool with the others.  "Are you gonna play lacrosse?" Devin asked before we got in the water. 

"No," Hunter answered tersely. 

"Then why are you still workin' out?" Gabe followed. 

"Cuz I like doin' this." 

Seeing we were the only ones there except for the lifeguard, we started our workout.  When we took a break after each set, Devin and Gabe tried to come up with another reason why Hunter should play lacrosse, but he wasn't giving in.  They continued this approach while we were taking off our swimsuits too, but Hunter finally had enough. 

"Just leave me alone.  I'm not playing and you're not gonna change my mind!"  Gabe started to say something else, but Hunter cut him off first.  "Don't say it.  Just be quiet and leave me alone." 

Devin and Gabe finally took the hint and didn't bother to say anything while we were in the shower, and Hunter shared my nozzle so they couldn't get near him.  That meant our penises sometimes brushed against each other, as his occasionally touched my leg, or mine came into contact with one of his arms, but he ignored it.  He used me as his defensive shield, along with  the sound of the water to drown out any verbal attempt on their part, even though they weren't making any. 

Nothing was said while we were getting dressed either, and Hunter told them he would ask me to drive him home if they were going to start up again in the car.  They promised they'd wouldn't say anything else, so he agreed to ride back with Devin and Gabe.  In a way I was a little disappointed.  Now that I realized he didn't have a father and probably looked at me in that way, I wanted to see where he lived.  Now I'd have to wait and do that some other time. 

I'd almost forgotten the other boys were coming over to the apartment and just barely beat them there.  As I pulled into my parking space, they came walking out of the woods toward my car.  "You're late," Jon scolded. 

"Sorry, I forgot you were coming at this time." 

"Yeah, it gets confusing now that we keep switchin' times," Will agreed. 

They followed me over to the door and we went inside.  As soon as the door was closed, Gary made an announcement.  "It's my turn to have you fuck me today, and I want you to do it the same as last time." 

"I will, but I'm going to use the dildo on Tucker and Jon first." 

"Start with me," Jon stated, so I looked at Tucker. 

"Go ahead.  I went first last time."  He didn't sound too happy about it, but it prevented an argument. 

Neither one had any trouble this week, so when I finished doing it with them, Tucker wanted to clear the air.  "So I get to do it with you next time?" 

"Yes, I promised you could." 

"And I get to do it with you the week after that?" Jon chimed in. 

"Yes, you do." 

"I like all the other guys, but it's startin' to suck that we'll have to wait so long in between doin' it with you now," Will complained. 

"How do you think we felt?" Tucker challenged.  "We've had to watch you doin' it with Mr. Roberson and we weren't able to for a really long time." 

"Ok, you're right.  I'm bein' unfair, but I just wish I could do it more with Mr. Roberson too." 

"Can we split the group and come at different times?" Gary asked. 

"Maybe when I get a different place, but I don't think I want my neighbors seeing you coming around that often.  Remember, that's why we switched to one time a week and started rotating days." 

"Yeah, ok.  But I'm ready for my turn, since you've finished doing that with Tucker and Jon now." 

The other four paired up and moved to the head of the bed, with Jon and Tucker choosing to be with each other.  That left Nolan and Will as partners, but they didn't seem to mind either.  Before long we all got started, and I was thrusting into Gary, while he was moaning like a two-bit whore. 

"Quiet down," I kept telling him.  "You're making too much noise." 

Then I heard Will moaning while Nolan was fucking him, so I issued a similar warning to him.  "Guys, quiet down or we're going to have to stop." 

Gary quieted down a little, but he didn't stop until he spewed his boy cream all over his body.  Will was nearly as bad, and I was in awe when he had a hands-free orgasm while Nolan fucked him, totally messing up the sheet. 

"I'm sorry, Mr. Roberson," Will apologize.  "I didn't expect that to happen, but Nolan was doing something different this time."  I instinctively looked at Nolan next. 

"Instead of being on my knees while I was fucking him, I stood on the mattress and squatted down a bit.  I guess that must have changed the angle, kinda like you did when you changed positions with us." 

I hadn't really noticed, since I was so busy trying to quiet Gary down and they were on the far side of the bed, partially blocked by the other pair.  I merely went to get a towel to clean it up the mess, but fortunately they'd already switched and finished up.  I merely tossed the towel to Gary, pulled the sheets off the bed, and threw them in the dirty laundry as the boys were getting dressed.  Then, I walked them to the door, as soon as I'd put my clothes on too. 

Once the boys were gone, I spent my time looking forward to the upcoming week and planning what I wanted to accomplish at the practices.  I also studied my lines, since I didn't want to set a bad example by messing up.  I did that until bedtime and then I prepared for a good night's sleep. 

After waking up the next morning, I studied my lines while I ate breakfast, including the hour after I'd finished.  When I noticed it was time to start getting ready to go to the Y to meet with the boys, I went in to brush my teeth and then I got dressed.  I left so I'd get to the Y ahead of the boys again, and then I sat in the locker room and waited for them to arrive. 

They were all in a fairly good mood, especially Braedon.  He kept staring at me, and when I'd look up he'd break into a huge grin.  As he was getting undressed I was afraid he'd start boning up again, but it didn't happen, for which I was grateful, because I didn't want that to happen in front of Nigel and Rory. 

Once we had our swimsuits on, we went out to the pool and spent the next two hours playing around, just like we did every week.  I kept an eye on Braedon while he was showering too, but once again he didn't get hard.  I was beginning to think the previous week had just been a fluke when he whispered to me. 

"I jerked off twice before comin' today so it wouldn't happen again." 

I didn't realize he knew I'd seen what happened the previous week, but obviously he had.  In order to prevent it from happening again, he took the situation in hand and did what he could to make sure it didn't happen again.  Once we were all dressed, I said goodbye to the boys and took off. 

Gary hadn't said anything, but I knew he would be over fairly soon, so I went back to the apartment to wait for him.  He showed up about thirty minutes later. 

"Ok, I'll show you were to go," he said after I opened the door when he knocked. We went directly to my car, got in, and took off.  "Do you know where River Street is?" 

"I do, but it's a pretty long street, since it runs along side of the river on that side of town." 

"I know, but we want the part between Elm and Maple Street." 

"Ok, I know where I'm going then."    Once I crossed over Elm, Gary spoke again. 

"Slow down.  You're gonna make a left up here.  Right there," he said while pointing at a macadam path that looked like it belonged on a golf course for the golf carts. 

I pulled down it and it turned out to be a long driveway that led back to a small ranch style house.  As Gary had said, the bottom appeared to be stone, but I immediately recognized it was just a decorative front against a wood frame home.  The top half was covered with white, vinyl siding, and the roof appeared to have a few good years left on it.  There was also a detached two-car garage with a double-wide overhead door on tracks.  Although it was locked, I could tell it was wide enough for my car with enough extra space for storage. 

We then walked around the exterior and I soon discovered it was built in a U-shape, since there was an elongated wing on both sides.  I tried to peek in the windows but couldn't make out very much, so Gary offered to show how much property was included.  On the side against the park, there was a four-foot high chain-link fence with signs facing the park.  I lifted Gary over the fence to see what the sign said, and he told me it read.  "End of Park, Private Property Beyond." 

"I think I remember my dad sayin' somethin' about the guy gripin' about the kids comin' on his property from the park, so the city musta put the fence up to keep them out." 

"I'm surprised it's so short.  I would have expected it to be six-feet high." 

"I think they made it shorter so the deer could jump over it without getting knocked out or catching their antlers on the branches hanging down from the trees."  I wasn't sure how accurate his explanation was, but I didn't argue with him. 

On the other side of the property there was a cinderblock wall built against the embankment.  The cemetery had obviously dug part of the bank away and then built the wall to shore it up, thus making it harder for someone to climb up to get into the cemetery that way.  Either that, or it was meant to discourage others from going onto private property, since it was quite a formidable drop down. After considering the owner of the house had also been the superintendent of the cemetery, I began to think the later reason was more likely.  However, Gary showed me a place near the back of the property where there was no wall and the angle of the bank was easily passable, but that was a long way from the house. 

"See, we can get here either thru the cemetery using this, or from the park by climbing the fence." 

"It wouldn't exactly be easy for you to come visit using either of those ways, but it is pretty secluded and I doubt anyone would think twice if they saw you riding your bikes back here, since you can't exactly see the house from the street."

"So what do you think?  Would this be great or what?" 

"I'll admit that it has a lot of advantages, but I want to see the inside of the house and the garage first, before I'll even consider making a decision.  Do you know how I can get a hold of the owner?" 

"Yeah, there used to be a sign next to the road with his phone number on it, and I'll bet it's still there somewhere." 

On the way out I stopped long enough to locate the sign and I took a picture of it with my cell phone to call later.  Then, I asked Gary if he could show me how to get to the street where they always parked their bikes. 

"Yeah, I can do that too, and I can also tell you how to get back to the apartment complex from there." 

"Then guide me to that location and I'll drop you off to get your bike." 

He did what I asked and showed me how to get there, but he also explained how to get back to the apartment from there too.  I said goodbye to him as he got out of the car, and I thanked him for his help.  Then I watched as he pedaled away, and then I made my way back to my apartment. 





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I wish to extend my thanks to Donny for editing these chapters for me and offering their suggestions. 

 

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My other stories:

http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/different-points-of-view/

http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/a-throw-away-kid/

http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/the-guardian/

http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/chance-of-a-lifetime/

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Although the boys in these stories sometimes have unprotected sex, I strongly urge all of you out there to be smart and protect yourselves from various sexually transmitted diseases by using taking appropriate precautions before engaging in sex.