Date: Fri, 20 Sep 2019 05:13:38 +0200 (CEST)
From: Mad Mouse <mad.mouse@mailfence.com>
Subject: Hollywood Boys - Chapter 1 (Revised)

Here is a new multi-chapter story I have started that follows the career of
Randy Furman's (from Dylan) agent/manager Markus Rich. This one will be
centered in Hollywood and not a Disney park.

THIS IS CHAPTER ONE AND I URGENTY NEED YOUR FEEDBACK!  PLEASE WRITE ME AND
TELL ME IF YOU LIKE THIS IDEA OR NOT.

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reading other stories here and recalling the fun I had as a young lad with
my pals.

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Hollywood Boys - Chapter 1

Greetings from Hollywood California. My name is Markus Rich and I am a
Hollywood talent agent and manager. Now, as you read that opening line, I
want to clarify before you get any idea that I am some hot shot LA
jetsetter frolicking with the rich and famous, partying all hours of the
day and night with hot and cold running drugs at my beck and call; that
this is not true of anyone I know and it certainly does not describe
me. This stereotype is an outrageous image created by filmmakers and
writers for entertainment purposes only.

In reality, this is job like any other and it is not an easy business that
would support such scurrilous behavior. Truth be told, most of us struggle,
along with our actor clients, to pay the rent. Other than the occasional
Advil and the periodic course of antibiotics for a chest cold, I have never
taken a drug, snorted anything, smoked weed or, frankly, even drank
booze. My fancy sports car is called the Purple Line on the LA Metro and my
mansion is a one bedroom, 600 square foot walk up apartment near Fairfax
Boulevard. I work hard, I like to hang out with my family and friends,
visit Disneyland, watch movies and read books in my spare time. The only
non-business parties I seem to have time to attend are my nephew's annual
birthday celebrations.

To those who are still reading this after the preceding boring picture I
have painted of myself, thank you for sticking with me. I may not be the
stereotype that people expect, but I can assure you that my story is still
quite compelling! Frankly, I think my life story to-date would make an
awesome movie. So, without further ado, let's get into it!

Let's start by going back 20 years to December of 1994 when I had just
turned 12 years of age. For my birthday, I was treated to a movie, "The
Pagemaster," and I absolutely loved it! It was a super fun story and
starred my favorite actor, Macaulay Culkin. Not only was he my favorite, I
desperately wanted to be the next Culkin and become a child movie star
myself. I idolized him and had a massive crush on him as well. I was
inspired to be just like him and, hopefully, meet him, learn from him, be
his boyfriend and maybe even get to hang out with his pal, Michael Jackson,
too. Weird you say? I know Jackson is a controversial figure, and sorry to
be crude, but if the king of pop wanted me to suck his extremely rich,
famous and powerful penis, I would have happily obliged.

12-year-old me was a foster kid and at that point I had been in the system
for 8 years following the death of both of my parents in a car
accident. Even though it was nice of Mr. & Mrs. Washington to treat me to a
night at the movies for my birthday, I was done being essentially kept in
storage until I was an adult. Even with nice foster parents, being a ward
of the state is depressing and bleak. All my friends in school dreamed of
their futures, had people at home that loved and would die for them and
most of all, parents that dreamed of the future with them. We had none of
that and as much as the Washington's tried to make me feel loved and
wanted, I ultimately was their job and there was a clear line between how
they treated their own kids and the fosters that they cared for.

As my 12th birthday approached, it was becoming evident to me that nobody
adopts kids when they are close to or in their teens. In fact, I had not
had a "go see" with a prospective family for two years. If I did not take
definitive action soon, I would be a ward of the state until I turned 18
and then on my own. I wanted to find something meaningful to look forward
to and to devote my life to. No offence to the Washington's but I had to
move on and make my own future and not be a victim of my sad past. So, I
did what any 12-year-old boy would do, the day after my birthday, I ran
away from my last foster family in Ypsilanti, Michigan. I left the
Washington's a nice thank you note and made sure to say my decision had
nothing to do with them. I wished them well.

My love of movies and dreams of stardom (not to mention where Macaulay was)
informed my decision of where to go, my need to break free now that I
turned 12 informed my decision about when I would go and it was now! It was
time to make it big in Tinseltown!

Now, as I guess you can tell from my tween crush on the Home Alone star,
that I liked boys. While boys my age were crushing on tween girls, or even
beautiful adult models or performers, I knew I was really attracted to boys
as early as age 10. Mind you, I did like girls too, and they could make my
little boy dick erect, but I was most turned on by cute boys and the sight
of a Macauley Culkin, Devon Sawa or Johnathan Taylor Thomas would make
little Markus painfully hard.

As you read this, I am sure you are thinking that this is pretty heavy for
a newly minted 12-year-old kid. Perhaps it was for a normal tween, but I
was precocious and savvy beyond my years.  This was a combination of nature
and nurture. My parents were both tenured professors at University of
Michigan and growing up in the foster system means growing up much faster
than kids in the real world. I am not saying it was easy, in fact, it was
scary as hell. I was a little kid planning to maneuver in the adult
world... sounding something like one of my favorite books, "Enders Game",
except I was trying to save myself, not humanity. I felt it best to take it
one step at a time.

The story of how I survived, and had an awesome time, as a runaway tween in
Hollywood is a whole chapter in itself. But, for the purposes of this
introduction, I met a very nice aspiring actress, Marisol Rich, on the
platform of the Greyhound Bus Station on Joe Hall Drive in Ypsilanti, who,
after some badgering from me, invited me to travel with her as her little
brother. The ruse worked perfectly as Marisol was 22 and fully capable of
managing in the adult world and more than able to look after her little
bro.

Fate had been on my side as there was no way I would have gotten on that
bus if the driver didn't believe we were together. Frankly, until I
overheard her conversation with the lady who dropped her off, I had already
been getting cold feet and was contemplating returning to the Washington's
and just sucking it up.

It was meant to be and during our long trip to LA we bonded immediately
over our mutual foster care life and only a few hours in she was already
being protective and mothering to me. She quickly figured out that I had no
real plans once we reached our mutual destination and she insisted that I
live with her. If there is such thing as brotherly/sisterly love at first
sight, this was it. By the time we were on the other side of Nashville, we
were a family and I was the happiest 12-year-old on earth.

Again, this is a good story that warrants its own chapter, but suffice to
say for now that, thanks to her, I not only had a place to live, but food
to eat and somebody to love and take care of me. I helped her with
auditions and she helped me get a few acting jobs. I helped with the chores
and she helped with my homework. Oh yeah, homework... Marisol even managed
to get me into school so I didn't fall behind at all.  When it became clear
that nobody was looking for me, at least not in LA, we settled into a
pretty normal routine and to all the world we were Marisol and Markus Rich,
sister and brother sticking together after the death of our parents (which
was true in both our cases, just different sets of parents). Now I wasn't
always Markus Rich, I was born Justin Alexander May, but Marisol and I
concocted an entire back story and I adopted her last name. Sadly, Markus
was her real little brother's name. He had died in the same house fire that
her parents did when he was three; nine years ago. If you haven't already
done the math, if he had not died, he would be twelve when we met, just
like me. It was almost like it was meant to be.

We became immediate friends and we made a great pair. She loved having a
little brother at home as an excuse to use when guys wanted to come over or
beg her go to their places.  She was driven to succeed and no needy guys
were going to get in her way. I loved having a big sister/friend/mom to
love me and look after me and I would do anything for her.

99% of the time we were brother and sister but there were times when we
were, how do I put it... inappropriate with one another. She was a young
lady with desires and I was a newly pubescent boy with sex on the brain
24/7. Worse, our apartment had two rooms, namely one bathroom and then all
the rest, so there was no room for modesty and as kids from the foster
system, privacy was a concept that we were not really familiar with.

While there was a 10-year difference in our age, we were, as they say,
friends with benefits. Our sex play was pretty tame and, as a little boy, I
didn't have a lot to offer, but our intimacy was fun and provided her an
outlet so she was able to avoid the pain of real relationships and I got a
first-class sex education. These activities continued until I was 15 when
she met an awesome guy and I, as a result, developed an exclusive love
affair with my right hand hereinafter referred to as Righty.

We stayed together until I went off to college and, just like in a real
family, I was home for holidays and school breaks. In my second year of
college, Marisol got married to the same awesome guy that she had started
seeing a few years back and he accepted me 100%. I was always loved and had
a home to come back to. We are still best friends today; I am her agent,
Uncle Markus to her kids and a buddy with Luke, her husband.

Slipping ahead, as I write this, in July of 2014 a 32-year-old single
bisexual male in LA.  I have given up the dream of acting stardom and have
turned to a wonderful career of talent representation and management. I
don't have a love interest, and not really driven to want one either. My
work is, was and always will be my love affair. Of course, I was still
going steady with my old pal Righty.

I don't want to sound like I was celibate, I had a few short-term
relationships with males and females along the way but nothing really
worked out. That was okay as I had decided to devote myself to work now and
maybe a relationship and kids later.

My agency, Markus Talent Management, Inc., located on the iconic Hollywood
Boulevard in Hollywood, California, was floundering badly. I needed a
solution to build my business or else I was going to lose what I
had. Business was not always a challenge and I was once a top agent at CCA,
one of the most prestigious agencies in the world. I had a few A list and
dozens of B list actors on my roster. I was able to keep them working,
commission cheques coming in and I built a reputation that was second to
none. I was also one of the youngest CCA agents in their history when I
started there at 22 years of age.

On the day of my 30th birthday I walked into the office that morning
expecting to be badgered about the "big 3-0," but instead everybody was
staring at me like I had just murdered somebody. Within seconds of taking
my seat in my office, the CEO of the agency asked me to come to his
office. Without taking you through the entire conversation I will jump to
the end and tell you that he fired me on the spot that day. Why? Because
the young son of one of my clients said I had groped him while swimming at
a party on the weekend. Instead of asking me if it was true, they
unceremoniously escorted me out the door in fear of the damage to the
agency's reputation from the allegation.

Turned out, the boy admitted it was not true and that he and I were just
innocently playing in the pool the whole time. He had made up the story to
create drama between his soon-to-be divorced parents. Even though I was
exonerated, CCA was done with me as they felt that the story was bigger
than the truth, and with the hysteria with pedophilia in Hollywood, they
did not want me around because, as the CEO said, "if you're explaining,
you're losing."

Ironically, I was a boy lover, and to this day, I love boys. I really,
really love boys and while I have never acted inappropriately on those
passions, perhaps my penchant to hang around with boys, when I get the
chance, is too risky in this age of stranger danger and every adult male
being a pervert.

My own story feels a lot like that of Michael Jackson, who was also a
serious boy lover. While the rumors and allegations are everywhere that he
was doing a lot more than hanging out with boys, I, on the other hand, had
a strict look but don't touch policy. But also, unlike MJ, no boys really
wanted to hang with me anyway. So, there was not even any real temptation
to get me into trouble.

So, after the pedo-scare at CCA, starting my own agency was really my only
choice as no other agency was going to touch me even though the allegation
was false and freely and publicly recanted. Perhaps I need to find a new
job and start over, but I decided that I was not going to let some tween's
stupid lie end the career I loved. Within a week, MTM, Inc. was born and I
was ready to work extra hard for my clients, if only I had some. Feeling
horrible for the false accusation by her son, my first client was none
other than the mother of the boy who made, and later recanted, the
accusation that lost me my job at CCA. A few years later, when the very
same boy wanted to get into acting, he also became my client and remains so
today.

That was two years ago and since that time, I have amassed a small, but
solid, roster of clients. However, the volume of work that I was booking
for them was unimpressive. I was one in a large cohort of solo agents
shilling for their clients. I really needed something to define myself and
put my struggling agency on the map. A niche that could really draw
attention to my roster and have people seeking my counsel.

In thinking through my strengths and weaknesses, I realized I was having
the most success with my child actor clients. In fact, the billings for my
four kid actors exceeded all of my other clients combined. The solution to
my business dilemma was clear, I needed to focus on child actors and that
is what I set out to do.  I would still keep and roster adults, but I was
going to put most of my efforts on kids - finding them, supporting them,
putting them to work and then managing their careers.

One of the first kids I signed was a boy from my home state, 8-year-old
Randy Furman. He was this remarkably beautiful blonde haired, blue-eyed
cutie who had been having some success in local non-guild work. He came to
my attention and impressed me in a short film that I had seen at the LA
International Film Festival last year. Randy and his dad were at the
festival for the big premier and I had the chance to talk to them and offer
to represent him. We met the next day at the Loews and I signed him on the
spot. Randy was a star in the making.

Getting Randy gigs was like shooting fish in a barrel and he worked a
lot. In fact, so much that his parents asked me to reduce the gigs so that
he could have better balance in his life as he was spending a good part of
his life flying between Michigan, New York and LA. Even with this request,
they were super cool parents, I loved working with them and considered them
friends and Randy like another nephew. Randy's dad, Walt, is a lawyer and
he managed to get California bar credentials so he could represent his son
and my agency as well.

In thinking about my new business model, I was trying to decide how to
proceed. I had already decided my focus was going to be kids, but I was
trying to decide if I was going to narrow it even further and focus on
boys. The reason was that there are a million little girl actresses and
booking gigs was more challenging for them as there were so many vying for
the same roles. Also, stage parents of girls are simply insane. I spend
more time dealing with stupid questions and demands from obnoxious stage
moms and dads who all think their daughters are the best thing since sliced
bread. Parents of boy actors tend to be less demanding on me and especially
on their sons. The Furmans were the best of the best, but statistically my
experience is that boys are much lower maintenance, there are fewer vying
for work and thus the truly talented ones work more.

I floated the idea for the new focus with a few of the casting directors
that I trusted and they thought the idea was solid and were immediately on
board. I knew I was on to something here and that this niche would finally
help me achieve the success I wanted and needed. The added bonus to this
was that I was a boy actor (albeit a minor one) and I could identify with
their needs and ambitions so I could better know how to support them, their
parents, casting directors and producers.

I also decided I was going to keep my roster numbers reasonably low and
also act as their manager as well. This way I can help get them the jobs
and manage their careers at the same time. It also means that I get a
bigger slice of commission, it would be more rewarding, and it would avoid
me having to deal with managers as well as parents.

I knew that to be successful I was going to need help, so I asked Marisol
to join me in the firm and help me with the work. She was on board but
wanted me to understand that she would still expect to be acting, but would
be my full-time associate when she was not on-set. This was a perfect
scenario as it also reduced the financial burden of needing to pay a salary
at the beginning.

Marisol and I decided our path forward was to follow the same steps I
followed that led to Randy. We would attend the small festivals, scan the
internet and connect with non-guild filmmakers to seek emerging
talent. Marisol and I worked around the clock and two weeks later we had 50
kids we decided to reach out to. We mailed invitations and information
packages to all 50. The invite was to come to LA for a meeting and an
audition with the potential of being signed by a real Hollywood agent.

The phone did not stop ringing. Of the 50 packages, 40 called within a week
and we booked two weeks of back to back meetings. Many of the families
could not afford to travel to LA, but my goal was to recruit and sign the
most talented boys I could find even if they were not from families with
extra money to travel.

To try and make the recruitment affordable, we offered free accommodations,
two of three daily meals, some activities and transportation to and from
airport and around town when we did things as a group. Airfare was up to
the families, but we did chip in or pay all as the financial circumstances
warranted. This experiment could result in me having a world class roster
of boys and become the Hollywood go to for tweens and young teens for
movies and tv shows... perhaps even some stage roles and commercials if the
right ones come along.

To keep costs low, we rented a large house that the families could stay at
and where we could work for the two weeks. We hired a house manager to cook
and clean for us and as well as help manage the comings and goings of our
prospects and their parents. We also rented a 12-passenger van to keep
transportation costs as low as possible.

The house was large, essentially a mansion, with 10 bedrooms, a pool and a
guest house with a bedroom as well. The families were booked so that each
family could have a room, and in some cases 2 as required. The guest house
was set up for the meetings and auditions. We rented camera and lighting
gear and set it up like a real studio so that we could record the auditions
and use high quality footage for demo reels.

We have 29 boys booked over the 14 nights and each is scheduled for 4
days. Each 4-day block, starting today, we would have 4 boys and their
guardian(s) staying with us (29 because one family had two twin boys). Over
the four days, the schedule would look like this.

Day 1 Check in, group orientation meeting, parent only meeting, assign
sides for audition, boy only meeting, welcome BBQ and swim

Day 2 Group audition coaching, table read of sides, individual hair and
makeup, head shots, trip to Hollywood Boulevard, family free time

Day 3 Audition Day: Individual acting coaching, audition (with taping),
Hollywood tour in our rented van, pool wrap party for the boys and our team
with parents and guardians free to explore LA on their own, Marisol and I
would review the tapes and make notes that night

Day 4 Call back auditions (as needed), individual review of audition tapes
and discussion of next steps with parents/guardians, group photo, free time
in LA, at house or extra one-on-one coaching at the request of the family

We hoped to stick to this as much as possible, but we knew we would have to
be flexible as long as the goals of observing the boys and parents in both
structured and unstructured activities, as well as the auditions
themselves, had to be the priority at all times.

As we approached day one of "audition-a-palooza," what Marisol and I had
nicknamed our plan, it was starting to feel like we were running a travel
agency with all the pick-ups, special accommodations at the house,
acquiring the food necessary, organizing activities for down time for the
boys and their families and so on. Even so, we were having a blast and
looked forward to getting started.

Marisol has two kids, Sean, 10, and Colin, 13. Both were awesome kids and
fun to be around. Colin is obsessed with filmmaking and still photography,
and he was really good at it, too. Sean was the most social and outgoing
kid I have ever met. He could talk to anyone, child or adult, and have them
laughing in seconds. Since it was summer and both were out of school, we
planned on having them help us during the two weeks of auditions. Colin
would take pictures and be the video camera operator during the auditions
and Sean would help make the kids coming to audition feel at home and be
their buddy while staying with us.

"Is that you Marisol?  I'm in the kitchen," I called out as I heard the
front door of our audition house open. Today was day one of
audition-a-palooza and I was busy putting away the last of the food I had
bought for our guests for the first few days.

"Hey squirt, did you sleep at all last night?" Marisol asked as she entered
kitchen accompanied by my nephews Sean and Colin.

"Hey boys, thanks again for giving up two weeks to help me out," I said and
walked over to give my nephews a hug.

"No problem, Uncle Mark," Sean said in his little boy soprano voice. "It's
going to be fun hanging out with all the kids! The hundred bucks a week you
are paying is cool too," he said with a cheeky little smile.

"Umm, I don't seem to recall that, but I am sure we could arrange
something," I said. Colin was rooting around the fridge and grabbed some
juice. He looked to still be sleeping while standing there. It was
understandable for a teenager because 6 am was more a bedtime than a time
to be up and awake during the summer holidays.

"I couldn't sleep sis, so I hit the 24-hour Walmart and finished the
shopping. We have a lot riding on this little experiment and I wasn't able
to close my eyes without worrying about how much dough was at stake," I
said in response to Marisol's question earlier.

"Boys, why don't you guys go swimming while uncle Mark and I get
organized," Marisol suggested.

"I am going to go crash on the couch, it is way too early to swim," Colin
said and sleepwalked to the couch in the family room. He collapsed on the
couch and was asleep in a couple seconds flat.

"Crap, I forgot my swim trunks," Sean said as he rooted around in his
backpack.

"Since when do you wear swim trunks," Marisol said.

"I thought I should in front of so many strangers," Colin said.

"I think that's a good plan buddy, but our first guests won't be here until
this afternoon so I think you are ok to go free-balling now," I said as
Marisol playfully punched me in my arm for my crudity. Sean giggled at the
comment and gave me a thumbs up.

"You don't have to tell me twice," Sean said as he stood and stripped in
the middle of the kitchen.  He threw his clothes on a stool, scratched his
balls and sighed, smiled and exclaimed, "Ahh... I love free ballin," and
shook his testicles and penis as he said it. Actually, it was mostly his
little hairless penis that shook as his little nuts were still held pretty
tight in his sack.

Marisol rolled her eyes and muttered, "Ack... boys" and smiled at us in a
way that she wanted to look annoyed but her love of the joy and freedom
that little Sean felt in everything he does made her very happy and it
showed.

He walked out the patio door naked as the day he was born wiggling his cute
bum as he did. I had not seen Colin naked for a couple years now, but Sean
had no shame at all and was completely at ease with his nudity.

"Stop staring at my sons' ass and let's get this show on the road," Marisol
joked and took a seat in front of the computer setup on the breakfast bar.

Was I staring at his ass? I think I was just watching my cute nephew head
to the pool. I know she was joking, but I realized it caused my penis to
stiffen and that had me confused. I just chalked it up to not having had
any kind of sexual release for a few weeks as I have been so wrapped up in
this project. In fact, two ripe cantaloupes sitting side by side would
likely make he horny right now. I made a note to have a date with Righty
this evening to clear the pipes.

"Earth to Markus," she said noticing I was zoned out.

"Sorry sis, I think my lack of sleep is taking it's toll. Have you heard
back from Zero yet?" I asked.

"He sent me an email last night and I just saw it before I came over. He
said he is still able to help, but added he doesn't have a car and would
prefer to stay here for the two weeks," Marisol said.

"I guess that's okay, but that's going to make accommodations tight but and
I would rather not be worrying about him showing up every day on time so
let's make it work."

Zero Martel was an audition coach and I decided that since these boys are
all non-guild and have limited experience, I want Zero to work with each to
prepare them for the audition and to provide me with a report card on each
kid prior to us seeing what they could do. In fact, we would be getting
intel from many sources before we did our formal audition, meeting and the
decisions.

Everyone on the team had an important role including constant
observation. As mentioned before, Colin was our
photographer/videographer. Marisol and I were running the show, doing the
auditions and making the roster choices.

Even little Sean had a job. He was to get to know each kid and report to us
on what he learned about their real dreams, how mischievous they are and
most of all, is this audition and dream of a professional acting career
theirs or their parents.

Our House Manager, Janet, takes care of our guests and makes sure the house
is clean and comfortable. She is also to get to know the parents and report
on their demeanor, how they treat their sons, their level of cooperation
and their courteousness. When an agent signs a child actor, he is also
signing the parent. An obnoxious stage dad/mom can make an agent, and the
client, miserable and I wanted to prevent that as much as possible.

All of this intel helps Marisol and I make a decision as to whether the
boys are cut out for Hollywood; if they are they ready for a long-term
commitment or if this is just a passing fancy. Last but not least, are the
parents cool or a pain in the ass.  My big plan was to build a team of
highly talented and motivated boy actors that will be highly sought after
and best in class. To achieve this, I needed as much information as I can
get to make my decisions as to who to roster.

Janet arrived with the last of the supplies as well as her luggage for the
two weeks. She will stay at the house 24/7 starting now, we have a room set
aside for her in the main house. I will be staying for the duration as well
and will sleep in the small bedroom that is part of the guest home. Marisol
and the boys will commute, but we have space that they can stay over from
time-to-time if the situation calls for it.

Our first four arrivals would be at LAX between 1:15 and 2:20 today, so I
decided I would take a few minutes to relax by the pool with a Coke and my
iPad with details, video clips and photos of the 29 boys we will be working
with for the next two weeks, and so I could refresh my memory on todays'
wave one. Janet was busy organizing the supplies and unpacking
herself. Marisol was preparing sides for the two weeks and I went and sat
by the pool to enjoy the calm before the storm.

Just as I took my seat, Sean emerged from his swim and padded over to where
I am sitting. I glanced up and suddenly my dick went hard, my heart started
to race and I was reminded how much I love boys and how gorgeous my nephew
is.

10-year-old, blonde haired, green-eyed Sean was simply breathtaking. At
4'-6" and 70 lbs, he was perfectly proportioned for his age. His body was
lean, tight and tanned, just like an active and swimming addicted
California boy should be.  His tight tummy gave way to a defined abdominal
"v" that acted like a road map to point out the attraction that appeared
between his legs.

The featured attraction was a 4" semi-erect, hairless and cute penis with a
tight scrotum and tiny testicles underneath. I have seen his penis before
my two times today when he was a bit younger, but then it was more of a
little lump of skin back, but this fine little boy toy was truly beautiful
and perfectly proportioned for his body. He is circumcised, which
emphasized his sexy glans. The entire image of this naked angel was made
all the sexier in that he was dripping wet and glistening in the sun.

As he walked to where I was sitting, his semi-boner swayed from side to
side and it seemed to be hardening under the sun! What I was unclear on was
what was causing the spike, but it was fun to watch and record in my brain
for Righty and I to enjoy later.

I have never had such a strong sexual reaction as I was having right
then. I was in danger of ejaculating in my pants without even touching
myself. My old pal Righty really wanted to play and it was all I could do
to keep him holding the now forgotten iPad.

"Uncle Markus, can I ask you a question," Sean asked.

"Sure kiddo, what's on your mind?" I responded.

"This," he said pointing at his now hard and throbbing penis and blushed
red.

"Um, ahh, oh... that is really a conversation for you and your dad," I
stammered while turning a remarkably similar shade of red.

"Any time I bring up my wiener, sex or puberty, dad looks like he is going
to vomit and changes the subject. Sometimes he says, "when you are older
son" or "don't they teach you that in school," he said.

"I see. How about your mom?  She was the one who taught me all about that
stuff when we moved to LA. She's a very smart lady," I suggested.

"I just can't, that is too embarrassing. She wasn't your mom; she's your
sister... it's different. Mom walked in on me in the washroom a couple days
ago. I had just gotten out of the shower and had the same problem as this."
He again pointed at his boner. "She went all goofy and even cried a little
because," now imitating his mom 'Look at you growing up so fast. You are
not my little boy anymore,' and then she hugged me. She HUGGED me when I
was naked with a freaking boner! Then she freaked out realizing that it
poked her and almost tripped getting out of the bathroom," he said.

He was standing only inches away from me, his erection only inches from my
face. As he emphasized his points, he would bounce on his feet and so would
his penis... almost hypnotizing me. I played boys games with my friends
back when I was in foster care and played show me yours, I'll show you
mine, with a few girls. Even after coming to LA, I had a couple innocent
boy to boy experiences at sleep-overs and even once in a dressing room when
on set at Raleigh Studios. But I have been a chaste boy lover ever since. I
have seen my nephews casually naked over the years, but never had I even
seen them as sexual beings and not since a tween, have I had an erect boy
dick, let alone a flaccid one, so close. He was so near standing at the
side of chaise lounge. I could feel his heat and smell his boy scent - a
combination of soap, chlorine, boy sweat and sun screen.

"Uncle Markus, are you listening to me?" Sean asked annoyed as I was not
responding. I was staring at his body and committing every pore to memory
for later recall.

"Sorry buddy, I was just noticing how much you have grown," I said.

"I know, that is what I want to talk to you about! This darn thing keeps
growing and gets super hard. Sometimes it hurts it's so hard. It's
embarrassing... like just now, I was just swimming and then suddenly,
boing, this happens. Sometimes I don't notice and it pokes out my shorts
like a little tent," he said.

"I didn't mean that kind of growing, I meant that your body is growing. You
have always been little Sean and now you are not so little. Err, I mean
your whole body, not just... Oh never mind, you know what I mean," I again
stammered like an idiot.

"I don't have a towel and I can't walk into the house like this. Can I sit
with you and maybe it will go down so I can get dressed or at least get a
towel?" he asked.

I moved over on the chaise for him to sit beside me and instead he took my
iPad out of my hands and lay down on top of me. I was stunned and terrified
at the same time. For Sean, he was just cuddling with his trusted
uncle. For me, I was afraid that he was going to feel my larger boner
through my shorts and was really worried about spontaneous ejaculation.

In shock, I had left my arms and hands at my sides intentionally trying not
to touch him. Then the unthinkable happened, he sleepily asked me to rub
his back. Again, we are close and I have done this while we watched tv as a
sign of innocent affection. Sometimes, when I babysat, it helps him to fall
asleep. Now, I am super horny, erect and I have a drop-dead gorgeous
California boy lying face down along the length of my body with a 4" boy
nail poking into my stomach.

I did not want to start a conversation about why I would refuse, so I just
did it. I used both hands to rub the silky-smooth skin of his back. I was
fascinated by the peach like fuzz on his lower back and idly examined it
with the tips of my fingers. He was enjoying the closeness and comfy
feelings he was getting from my back rub.

On each down stroke, I stopped at his lower back just above when the crack
and rise to his beautiful bum starts. I so wanted to keep going and feel
those beautiful globes of boy flesh but the angel on my shoulder kept me
away, while Righty kept encouraging me to go further.  On the way back up,
I gently felt along his spin and lightly rubbed each tiny vertebrate.

He was clearly enjoying the attention and affection. His dad Luke is a
really terrific guy, but he is not very affectionate with his kids at all.
I have no doubt he would walk on broken glass for them, but I have never
seen him hug, cuddle or in any way physically express his love for his
boys.

He made little noises of satisfaction, mmm's and ahh's and commented 'That
feels nice' as I lightly rubbed his peach fuzz covered lower back with the
tips of my fingers. I stayed hard the whole time, but the way he lay on my
body, he put his head over my shoulder which lined his crotch up with my
stomach missing my own problem by inches, so he was not able to tell that
little Markus was desperate to come out to play.

"You can rub my butt," Sean said in my ear.

"No, I don't think that is appropriate buddy," I whispered back.

"Why? It's just a butt. Please rub it, it feels really nice when mom does
it," he said.

"Your mom rubs your bum?" I asked.

"Yeah. Sometimes. She would do it sometimes if I was having trouble falling
asleep. She won't do it anymore. She says I am too old for that now. Can
you do it... just a bit.  Just 10 seconds, I will count," he said.

Why is he torturing me? As he said that and as I thought about it, I felt
my dick throb in my shorts and I had a wave of chills hit my body. I wanted
nothing more in life at that moment than to massage Sean's naked bum. It
was calling to me. Righty was demanding it and he, himself, was giving me
access to the twin peaks of Mount Sean.

"OK, Sean, but please do not tell anyone I did this. I don't need somebody
spreading rumors that I molested my nephews butt," I said.

"Why are you adults so weird about this stuff," Sean said. "It's a
butt. It's not going to break and I am asking you to rub it. It's not bad
touch it I asked you to do it," Sean said.

On the next down stroke, I continued south until I had a cheek in each
hand. I kneaded them, rubbed them and tickled. I may have gone a little too
far as I dipped down to his perineum to rub there on the down stroke. As I
rubbed that spot, he moaned and spread his legs a bit to give me better
access. I dipped down again and my heart started to race. This was sexy,
dangerous and absolutely forbidden.

This time I felt the rise of his scrotum and realized I had gone way too
far. I dwelled there for a couple seconds and felt him start to hump my
body with his hard penis. Once, twice, three times he thrust his pelvis
with its hard appendage into my stomach. Each thrust was accompanied by a
cute little moan. I am not sure if it was sexual or if it just felt good,
so he did it, but it was sexy to me and was about to be a big wet problem.

"Sean, I have to get up and, ummm, ah, go to the bathroom right away," I
said urgently as I started to sit up and lift him off my body. He did not
cooperate and humped my tummy three more times before it happened. Without
touching myself, I ejaculated into my shorts. Five squirts was going to
leave a mess for sure.

"Aww, that felt so nice, Uncle Markus," he said while standing in front of
me with the same impossibly hard penis he started with.

"Sorry buddy, nature calls," I said cheerfully as I dashed to the washroom
in the guest house a few steps away.

I cleaned up and left the bathroom where Sean was sitting in the open
concept area of the little house where we were going to work with the 29
boys that are about to descend on us. I had grabbed a towel from the
washroom and handed it to him and suggested that he go get dressed. I
suspect he wanted to cuddle some more, but I kind of helped him along and
wrapped him in it. He got the message and we walked together back into the
house.

What the hack was I doing? That was my nephew I just fondled. It went way
beyond an innocent bum pat and now I am feeling guilty and disgusted with
myself. I was the adult in that situation, and it was me that needed to be
in control, not Sean and certainly not my benedict libido. I don't know
what got into me, Righty and I were perfectly happy together and now I have
allowed myself to act on my hidden desire. The kid just wanted to spend
time with his uncle and asked for some man-to-man advice and I totally
screwed up. I need to fix this and do it today!

"We can have that talk tonight and I'll answer all your
questions. Remember, the bum rub is between us," I said looking serious.

"I know, and thanks Uncle Markus. It's still... (pointing conspiratorially
at his penis) you know..." he said and then ran ahead through the patio
doors, grabbed his clothes from the stool in the kitchen and disappeared
into the small kitchen bathroom to get changed.

I was really beating myself up, but in processing what happened, I had a
thought. Was he instigating something?  The boy was almost 11 and that is
when boys are walking horn dogs. He is already suffering from "walking
stiffy syndrome", so maybe he was horny himself and wanted to show off,
trick me into touching him or something more.  God knows, at that age I was
rubbing my crotch on anything and everything before I met Righty. His
humping me was a tell-tale sign, and even more so when I tried to get up to
stop him and he locked on to me like a dog in heat.

Marisol walked in with piles of paper to organize and sort into the kits
for each boy prospect. "Hey Mare, Sean just asked me to talk to him about
boy stuff and I kind of flipped him off on Luke. He really pushed and I
said we could talk later today. You cool with that?" I asked.

"Luke is a great dad, but he is super squeamish about that stuff. I was
worried that Colin was going to need counselling after Luke tried to have
"the talk". He is really hung up about sex and has a hard time talking
about it. Luke and I actually had planned on asking if you would have that
talk with Sean. He adores you." Marisol said.

I was shocked that she took it so cool but even more shocked at the
revelations about Luke. She is so open on issues of nudity and sex and her
husband sounds like a Victorian prude.

"I wonder why this came up now?" Marisol said.

"Exactly," I said.

"Exactly what?"

"It came up, so he wanted to discuss it."

"Wait, what. Huh? What came up?" she replied.

I demonstrated with my finger.

"IT," I dangled my finger in front of her face. "Came UP!" I pointed my
finger up.

"Oh, I see," she said not really cluing in and then she finally got it.

"OH, I SEE!" she exclaimed and we both broke into a fit of
laughter. "Actually, I walked in on him in the washroom when he was 'up'
and I started to cry. I am sure I have scarred him."

"Apparently you hugged him too," I said with a smile on my face.

"Oh shit, he told you that. Yea, that was horrifying. I was so emotional
that my little baby had a stiffy and then I jammed it into my body by
hugging him. Mom fail x 100!" she said.

"Yea, he mentioned both Luke chickening out and your molestation," I said.

"Ha ha. Way to make it worse," she said while smiling. "Please be there for
him. Colin shares Luke's prudishness and I don't want Sean to be ashamed of
his body or to be afraid to ask questions," Marisol said.

"I will be as helpful to him as you were for me when I was not much older,"
I said.

"Please don't be that helpful to him," she said and she leans over and
kissed my cheek.

Janet entered the room and announced "The first recruits arrive in three
hours and the freeways are already a nightmare. You guys need to head out
within half an hour according to Waze."

"Thanks, Janet. Are you all set?" I asked.

"We're ready for the first wave, the BBQ tonight, rooms are ready and I
have my spy notepad ready to go," Janet replied with a giggle.

"Can you keep an eye on Sean while we head to the airport?" Marisol asked.

"A pleasure. He and I are already pals," Janet replied.

My phone chimed and I checked the incoming email. I screamed YEA! When I
read the words in the subject line.

BOOKING CONFIRMED: RANDY FURMAN - ELF FOR A DAY - 30 Shooting Days

Things are already looking up, one of my existing kid actors just got
booked for the starring role in a Christmas feature film!  It was a great
opportunity for the boy, and a BIG payday for both of us.  I could not wait
to call his dad, Walt.

TBC