Date: Fri, 25 Oct 2019 22:40:13 +0200 (CEST)
From: Mad Mouse <mad.mouse@mailfence.com>
Subject: Hollywood Boys - Chapter 2

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.

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Hollywood Boys - Chapter 2

"Markus! We gotta get moving, the 1-10 is going to be a nightmare and we
need to pick up our first arrivals in two hours!" Marisol yelled at me from
the front door where she stood waiting for me.

"Sorry sis, I was just confirming details on the Furman booking. I will
meet you in the van in 5," I replied as I was about to click send on the
email to Walt Furman letting him know of the incredible booking we got for
little Randy. I could not reach him on the phone, but I needed to reply to
the casting director by 6 pm whether he accepts or rejects the booking.

"Janet, we are off to the airport! Call us if you or the boys need us," I
called out to our house manager Janet as I dashed to the door to make the
treacherous trip the airport through the insane traffic of Los Angeles. I
was thankful that Juan, my office manager, will be able to do most of the
pick-ups with Marisol, sparing me the misery of this part of the job going
forward. I wasn't free of it entirely since Juan's main job was holding the
fort back at the office, but at least this was my only run this week!

As I got to the van, I saw Marisol in the driver's seat waiting for me. I
opened the door to the sound of the soundtrack to Les Miserable on the car
sound system, I swear she is going to wear that CD out she played it so
much. I must admit, I loved it too and it held an important place in our
lives.

March 1995

Shortly after she and I arrived in LA, Marisol was cast as 'Eponine' in a
local production of the Musical. The pay was almost nothing, but it was a
great experience and she got to meet a lot of other talented actors and
stagecraft professionals to help widen her network and, agents and casting
directors were known for scoping out local talent at these community
shows. As for me, I went with her to all her rehearsals, got along great
with everyone there, helped when I could and was soon known as the company
mascot.

At first, all the rehearsals were held in a local community center that had
a small auditorium. It was fun helping set everything up, run errands for
the director, start the music playback for musical numbers, run lines with
the actors who needed extra help, tear everything down at the end of the
night and then do it all again Tuesday, Thursday evenings and all-day
Saturday.

The only actor I did not get along with was a 12-year-old boy, Alton
Plouff, who played 'Gavroche'. I later realized that he was actually trying
to be friendly and I was being a jerk to him. Truth is that I was jealous
that he and I were the same age yet he was a member of the cast and I was
just a helper.

After the second week, I was helping the director photocopying some crew
notes. As I pumped dimes into the communal photocopier, Alton ran by me on
the way to the washroom looking really unhappy with red puffy eyes. It was
obvious that he had been crying.

I finished the copies and took them in to Larry, the director, and
overheard a conversation he was having with Alton's mom.

"Mrs. Plouff, I'm sorry that Alton is upset but he has to know that this is
not a school play and he should've been off-book last week. By now, we need
to be doing full read-throughs with no script mistakes," Larry said.

"You made him cry, does that make you feel like a big man?" Mrs. Plouff
asked, jabbing a stubby little finger into Larry's chest.

"I'm sorry, but I did not raise my voice or say anything negative, I just
reminded him that he should have had his lines memorized by now. He burst
into tears and ran out; what do you want me to do? We have people paying to
come to the show in less than a month," Larry said calmly as he was trying
to deal with the sneering stage mom.

"Hey Larry, I can help Alton learn his lines," I spoke up, surprising Larry
and the mom, neither of them aware I was listening.

"Markus, that would be amazing. Can you go find Alton, be a friend to him
and make that offer," Larry said.

"It's about time," the mother said and she went to the back of the room and
took a seat and started to read Variety. I was a little confused why she
wasn't looking for her kid or doing anything to make him feel better.

"Markus, please do what you can to help him. I think he is overwhelmed and
needs a friend his own age. I owe you big time kiddo," Larry said as he
ruffled my hair.

I liked Larry a lot and I was happy to help him any way I could. I set off
to find Alton, who I assumed was still in the washroom.

I entered the communal washroom and Alton was in a stall sobbing. I locked
the washroom door behind me and stood outside his stall. "Alton, it's me
Markus. Larry wanted me to check on you. Can you open the door so we can
talk?"

I heard the latch open and Alton swung the door open and glared at me with
tear stained cheeks, red eyes and a pathetic look on his face that
instantly broke my heart.

"Why won't you talk to me? You talk and joke around with everyone else, but
you ignore me even when I am trying to be nice to you," Alton said.

That was a punch in the gut. I know I was being intentionally rude to him
and I felt awful.

"I am sorry Alton; I was being a dick. I am an actor too and I was super
jealous of you. I know it makes no sense and I hope you can forgive
me. Let's start over again," I said and stuck out my hand to shake. "I am
Markus Reid, it is a pleasure to meet you. And I know who you are, you are
that super talented boy actor Alton Plouff."

Alton smiled and laughed at that and shook my hand. "Nice to meet you
Markus," he said. Alton then stood up, walked out of the stall and hugged
me for what seemed like an hour, but in reality, only lasted a minute or
two.

That hug surprised me as boys didn't hug back then. It was sweet and
innocent, but I was seeing this boy in a whole new light. As we hugged, I
smelled him and felt his heat. Now, I was already into boys but until that
second, I had never really looked at him as anything other than my arch
nemesis.

As we hugged, I whispered, "I want to help you learn your lines. Is that
ok?"

Alton broke the hug, looked me in the eye and said, "Thank you," and then
leaned in to kiss me on the cheek and I was now smitten. "It's ok buddy, I
help Marisol too, I am a great coach."

"Can we start right now?" he asked.

"That is why I am here!" I replied.

He and I became best buddies and my first kid friend in LA. We worked on
his lines that day, over the phone the next day, before rehearsal Thursday
and we met at a McDonald on Friday after school. At Saturday's rehearsal,
he was off-book and fantastic!

"You are a miracle worker kid," Larry said to me at rehearsal break on
Saturday.

"He just needed somebody to help him. He told me his mom just yells at him
when they read together and nobody else here has really been willing to
step up. I think he is actually a very talented actor and an incredible
singer," I said.

"He sure is, he is going to help us sell a lot of tickets to boy lovers!"
Larry said and winked at me.

I thought that was an odd and super creepy comment but he is one handsome
boy. In fact, I had developed a major crush on him. When he kissed me, I
wondered if he was sending me a message, but the kiss and hug were a
one-time thing at that point. I was just glad to have a friend who shared
my love of acting and who was fun to hang out with. However, truth be told,
I was watching and praying for more signs of interest in more than
friendship.

Alton and I were getting close and best buds by the end of the week. He
lived a short bus ride away and sometimes his mom would pick us up and drop
us at the movies, paintball, mini golf and the like. Other times I would
hang with him at his place or he at mine.

His living situation was weird. He and his mom lived in a motel that was
full of actors. It wasn't a gross motel, it was actually really well
maintained, had an awesome pool and lots of nice people that lived there
all with the same acting dreams. They actually live in Spokane Washington,
but they come to LA for auditions and the few small bookings he'd been
getting, they always stay at the same place.

His mom was pretty annoying and creepily obsessed with Alton and his
career. She seemed to like me because we shared the love of acting and she
knew I saved his job on Les Misérables.

His dad and little brother were back home in Washington, and they came down
to visit every couple of weeks. Due to the rehearsal schedule and it being
pilot season, he and his mom had not been able to go home for the last six
weeks.

A month had now gone by and we were moving into the theatre to prepare for
the run. It was Saturday morning and the show opened to the public for
previews the following Thursday with the two-week run starting the next
day. The production was low budget and actors helped on move-in day. We had
to unload sets, wardrobe, props, sound and lighting gear and lots of other
supplies. Alton, Marisol and I worked into the afternoon and finally the
cars, vans and the big truck were unloaded and ready to prepare for the
blocking rehearsal the next day.

"Alton sweetie, I think we should head home. The crew can do the rest,"
Mrs. Plouff said.

"Aww mom, I want to stay and help set up. Markus and his sister are
staying," he said.

"We have to be back at 10:00 am tomorrow and we need our rest," she said. I
rolled my eyes at Marisol because she sat around all day reading magazines
while everyone else worked non-stop. She could hardly be tired.

"Mrs. Plouff, I have an idea. Why don't you head home and Alton can sleep
over at our apartment? That way he can stay and help. I have to be back
tomorrow at the same time anyway, so I can bring them both with me and you
can join us whenever you want," Marisol said. I nodded vigorously as if
willing the mom to say yes.

Alton fell to his knees and begged in a highly dramatic
fashion. Mrs. Plouff looked skeptical, but Alton's begging plus the thought
of a night of freedom likely overruled her trepidation.

"That is a lovely offer sweat heart, but Alton doesn't have his PJ's or a
change of clothes with him," she said.

"We are the exact same size, he can borrow clothes and PJ's from me," I
offered sweetly. I didn't actually own PJ's, but that detail was not really
relevant at the moment.

"Please mom! Please, please, please, please," Alton begged.

"OK, but you need to be on your best behavior and don't give Marisol any
trouble at all. You need to be in bed by 9:00 too! You need to be rested
for tomorrow and your call back on Monday at 8:00 am!" Mrs. Plouff said.

Alton and I high-fived and he hugged his mom, "Thanks mom, you are awesome!
See you tomorrow, I love you." He gave his mom a final kiss on the cheek
and the two of us headed on stage to report for duty to the stage
manager. Marisol and Mrs. Plouff exchanged phone numbers and discussed
Alton's likes and dislikes. She prattled on for 30 minutes and poor Marisol
had to take notes.

Finally, the mom had left the building and Marisol walked to us and grimly
said, "You both owe me big time for this!" and she walked away to join the
team organizing the wardrobe department.

July 2014

Marisol and I arrived at the short-term parking lot across from LAX
terminal one at 12:15. Our first family was arriving at 1:15 in terminal
three with two other families arriving at 1:30 and 2:20 both in terminal
2. The 4th family was arriving by bus at 5:00. If we were not going to make
that pick up on time, then Janet agreed she would do it in her SUV. We
really lucked out with the three arrivals at LAX being so close together
this week.

We had our signs ready so we could stand with all the limo drivers holding
the little placards with the name of the party we were to pick up at the
arrivals gate. We also had each boy's profile with photos to help identify
our visitors. We checked the arrivals board and all flights were on time.

The plan was that I would pick up family one in terminal one, take them to
the van and await the call from Marisol in terminal two for family
two. Them pick them up in the van and circle while waiting for family
three. Once family three was ready, we would swing by and pick them and
Marisol up and head back the house.

I was in place at arrivals awaiting my 1:15 arrival when my phone rang. I
saw the name on call display, W Furman.

"Walt! You got my message," I said as I answered the call.

On the other end of the phone was a high-pitched scream, followed by the
soprano voice of Randy Furman. "It's me Markus, Randy! Thank you, thank
you, thank you, thank you. I am so excited!"

"Oh buddy, I am so happy for you. You so deserved the role. The casting
director told me that it wasn't even close," I said.

"When do I film? When do I get the script? When should we come to the
studio? Where is it being filmed? Will I get my own trailer?" Randy fired a
volley of questions at me. I overheard Walt in the background asking for
the phone.

"OK, daddy wants to talk to you now," Randy said and then screamed in the
phone again.

"Hey Markus, as you can tell the boy is excited. Sorry if he gave you an
ear ache from the screaming," Walt said.

"That's no problem, I reacted similarly when I got the booking notice. I
assume by Randy's reaction you are accepting the booking and authorizing me
to negotiate the contract?" I asked.

"Absolutely we are. When and where does filming start?" Walt asked.

"I will get all of that information and answers for Randy's questions too
and fire you an email in the morning," I said.

"Sounds great Markus. Thank you so much for all you do for Randy. We know
you go above and beyond and we cannot thank you enough," Walt said.

"Randy is a great kid and is going to be a star one day soon. With his
looks and talent, he is going to go far. Are you guys going to celebrate?"
I asked.

"Actually yes, we are just waiting for my parents and we are all going to
Chucky Cheese to celebrate," Walt replied.

"Aww, very swank,"

"That was Randy's choice,"

"Ok pal, I've got to hang up, I'm picking up a prospective client at LAX
and I need to start paying attention," I said.

After another scream of happiness from Randy, we ended the call. I saw that
Southwest Airlines from Buffalo was posted as arrived so it was time to
hold up my sign and keep my eyes peeled for Robby Kennedy and his mom.

Name: Robert Allan Kennedy (AKA: Robby) Age: 10 Hair: Blonde Eyes: Blue
Height: 4' 6" Weight: 76 pounds Experience: Several short films, some local
TV commercials and community theatre SAG-AFTRA: No Parents: Mother -
Allison Page, Father - none City/State of Residence: Amherst, NY

The flow of arrivals at this time of day was pretty much like the flow of
water from a fire hose. Allison was told to look for me, so she would be on
the lookout too.

I spotted the boy and his mom. Each were pulling a wheeled suitcase with
Robby's covered with a giant Mickey mouse on each side.

"You must be Mr. Rich," Allison Page said as she approached me with her
hand outstretched. She strode up to me with a look of determination and
purpose. She gave me a firm business-like handshake and a professional
smile.

"Yes, I am. And this young man must be Robby," I said kneeling down to be
on his level. I always did this with my young clients to show them respect
and courtesy and to set up a strong relationship from the first meeting.

"Yes sir," Robby said displaying a killer smile with a mouth full of bright
white teeth. "It is very nice to meet you," the boy continued.

"You are in LA now, there are no sirs here, just dudes," I said, trying an
awkward joke in an effort to break the ice.

"Yes sir. I mean yes... dude?" Robby said awkwardly and then glanced at his
mom who gave her head a curt little shake.

"I was just messing with you. Please call me Markus. You ready for some
fun?" I said and stood ready to escort them to our van.

"Yes sir! Umm Markus," Robby said this time with genuine little boy
enthusiasm. Again, a glance at mom who seemed to be all business. She
rolled her eyes at him again. This stage mom is not giving off a good vibe
already.

"Let's head to our van and we will be picking up my sister and two more
families shortly at terminal two," I said and offered to take Allison's
bag, but she declined my help.

I led them to the van. Robby walked beside me as we chatted. His mom walked
behind us and I thought I could feel her eyes boring into the back of my
head... it was very awkward. One thing was for certain, Allison Page is
going to be a hinderance to her son's career.

"She thinks you are a pedophile. Actually, she thinks everyone in Hollywood
is a pedophile," Robby said quietly in a voice that I strained to hear and
his mom would have been oblivious too.

I was startled by this volunteered comment and took a second to think on
how to respond.

"Why would she think that?" I asked non-plussed.

"She checked you out and somebody told her you were accused of molesting a
boy in a pool," Robby said, glancing to gauge her distance. There was so
much noise that she was unable to hear us.

"Just so you know. I don't mind if you are a pedo," he said, looked me in
the eye and gave me the same business like smile his mom flashed when I met
her.

I did not know how to respond to that comment either and remained silent
until we arrived at the van where I explained the plan for picking up the
other families. We loaded in and I stored the suitcases at the back.

As I took my seat, I saw that Robby and his mother had taken the row
immediately behind my driver's seat.

As I sat, my phone rang and Marisol told me to come to pick up family
two. Trevor Grassly, his mom and dad.

"We are going to pick up another family now, buckle up," I said.

Name: Trevor Ethan Grassley Age: 12 Hair: Black Eyes: Green Height: 4' 10"
Weight: 95 pounds Experience: Attends a performing arts middle school,
significant role in award winning indie feature, played 'Joseph' in Joseph
in Beltway Young Peoples Theatre, several political commercials, appeared
in a FEMA emergency preparedness video SAG-AFTRA: No Parents: Mother -
Roberta Grassley, Father - Gerome Grassley City/State of Residence: Reston,
VA

As I drove along the arrivals drive way, I spotted Marisol and the family I
was picking up. I pulled over, jumped out and grabbed the luggage to throw
in the back, while Marisol hurried them into the van. We needed to rush as
there is a zero tolerance for stopping for loading there and I did not want
a ticket.

I jumped back in the van, looked in my rear-view mirror and saw the most
piercing green eyes staring back at me. "Hello Grassley's, you have
probably figured out that I am Markus. Welcome to LA! The folks in front of
you are Robby Kennedy, at hearing his name Trevor giggled, and his mom
Allison Page." Everyone shook hands over the seats.

"We are so grateful for this opportunity for Trevor. It's like we have won
the lottery being here!" Roberta said.

"Mr. Rich, can we go to Disney Land while we are here?" Trevor asked. I
looked up at the mirror and saw that this question had caught Robby's ear
as well.

"We'll see, Disney is in Anaheim and that is a long drive from LA, but I
will see if we can work it out. Disney Land is my favorite place in the
world and I would love to show you around," I said.

We circled the arrivals lane as I waited for the call to pick up family
three and Marisol. The boys started chatting, Allison was checking her
phone and the Grassley's were watching the world outside the van with an
expression of anticipation on both of their faces.

"Isn't that Marisol?" Trevor asked as he pointed out a manic looking woman
waving furiously.

"Good eye boy," I said and swerved to the pick up lane.

"You drove past me twice bean head," Marisol said as she swatted me.

We threw in the Noel's bags in the car.

"You must be Richard," I said to the handsome 11-year-old boy that was
waiting to get into the van.

"Yes, I believe I am. Please call me Rich," the brown-haired boy said with
a cheeky tone as he thrust out his hand to shake.

"I am Markus Rich, please call me Markus. It's good to meet you
son. Welcome to Los Angeles and all aboard," I replied as I opened the side
doors and motioned him to hop into the back seats and told the other two
boys to join him so his dad, a largish man, would not have to squeeze into
the back.

"Markus, this is Rich's dad, Jeff," Marisol said.

We shook hands and Marisol suggested he ride shotgun as he would have more
room. Marisol sat in the second row beside the very indifferent Allison.

Name: Richard O'Neil Nash Age: 11 Hair: Brown Eyes: Blue Height: 4' 9"
Weight: 90 pounds Experience: Public speaking competitor, YouTube
personality, Community Theatre performer, 3 anti-bullying PSA's SAG-AFTRA:
No Parents: Mother - Regina Nash, Father - Jeff Nash City/State of
Residence: Burlington, VT

"Are we all locked and loaded back there?" I called out as we were ready to
depart LAX for the house. All three boys gave me a thumbs-up and the adults
all nodded.

Marisol took advantage of being in the passenger area to talk to everyone.

"Once again, welcome to LA everyone. We are heading back to our house in
Glendale now. One thing about LA is that every hour is rush hour so get
comfy, we are going to be a while. If anyone has to use a rest room, let me
know and we will make a stop asap. Once we get to the house, you will be
assigned your rooms and you can unpack and relax. There is a pool, hot tub,
home theatre, games rooms and a small gym. Feel free to make yourself at
home."

"We have one more family arriving at 5:00 and we are planning a welcome
BBQ/pool party for 7:00 where you will meet the team and we will brief you
on what to expect while you are with us. Markus and I will meet with the
parents for a few minutes alone while the boys hang out. After the party
you are welcome to venture out to see the sights or relax at the
house... as you will see there is lots of room."

Marisol handed out the information kit with everything the parents needed
to know, forms to be completed, as well as a tourist guide to LA. Inside
the kit are three sealed envelopes - do not open them until you are
instructed to each day. Any questions so far?"

No questions as everyone was busy reading their information kits and the
three boys were playing on handheld game devices and phones.

"Marisol, can you call Janet and let her know we are inbound?" I asked.

March 1995

Alton and I agreed to help the Props Master and had fun checking out and
putting all of the hand props used in the show away. It was cool seeing the
guns from the battle scenes. When the props room was organized, we decided
to take a break and explore the theatre.

We poked around every nook and cranny of the building including all of the
dressing rooms.

"I wonder which one is yours," I said.

"Probably the one that says 'Gavroche' on it," he said with a smirk as we
ended up in front of a room with a handwritten sign on the door with his
character's name.

All the doors had handwritten notes on them. Men's A, Men's B, Men's C,
Young Cossette, Jean, Women's A, B, C. From the looks of it, only the two
kid actors and the lead had private dressing rooms and the rest had to
share.

We opened the door to his dressing room. It was very tiny, but it had a
clothing rack with the costumes already hanging there, a makeup table, a
chair, a little TV and a small couch.

"This is so cool. You're so lucky," I said.

"Let's see what Melissa's dressing room is like," Alton said. She is the
other child actor and plays young Cossette.

Her dressing room was just across the hall. We just walked in, not
expecting anyone to be there, and froze in our tracks. Melissa was in the
middle of the small room dressing dressed only in a pair of panties as the
wardrobe mistress was just about to help her into her costume. Melissa
smiled at us like nothing was special. "Hi guys, what are you doing?"
Melissa said.

Having grown up in the foster system I have seen my share of naked boys and
girls, so it was nothing to me to see a mostly undressed 10-year-old girl,
however Alton was like a deer in the headlights.

The wardrobe mistress saw us and yelled, "You boys need to leave!"

I ran from the room and closed the door behind me. I turned and saw that
Alton was not with me.

Suddenly the door opened and the lady was pushing Alton out and said, I
want to see you in your dressing room in an hour to try on your costumes."
Melissa just stood there unashamed and waved at me again and smiled.

I grabbed Alton and pulled him into his dressing room. We stood there
looking at each other in silence. After what seemed like forever, Alton
finally spoke, "I saw her boobs!"

I laughed and said, "Her boobs were only slightly larger that yours."

Alton lifted his shirt and looked at his nipples, "They were a lot bigger,"
he said like he was taking me seriously. A second later he laughed as well.

Alton suddenly got a very serious look on his face, "Oh oh, I have a
problem," he said and pulled out the waste band of his shorts and looked
down. "Correction... I have two problems," he continued.

I looked where he was looking, he had allowed his waste band to snap back
and it clearly showed that he had a boner and it was sticking out forming a
tent in his shorts.

"I see your one problem, what is your other one?" I asked.

"Um, I have no underwear on," Alton said turning a bright shade of red.

"So, just think of gross stuff and the boner will go away and then no harm
done. I get them all the time too," I said and was developing a stiff boy
penis as well.

I liked boys and had never really looked at Alton in a sexual way up to
that point; we were just pals. Mind you, I had a bit of a crush on him, but
really hadn't thought much of it. Seeing his penis tenting his shorts and
us talking about his boner was getting me horny.

"I don't think you understand, the wardrobe lady will be coming to see me,
to try on my costumes," Alton said.

"Uh huh, and...?", I asked innocently.

"She has to help me with them. As in, she will see my naked boner," Alton
said, again turning red.

I laughed and Alton whacked me on the back of the head.

"It's not funny, what am I going to do?" Alton said now slightly panicked.

I thought for a moment and realized I had an idea that not only would solve
his dilemma but would also allow me to see his penis and for him to see
mine. The thought of this had my heart racing.

"I have an idea, I will give you my underwear to put on," I said.

"Perfect! Thank you, you are a life saver!" Alton said.

I hooked my thumbs into my shorts and was about to pull them down to take
off my tighty whities and Alton said, "Whoa... let me step out and give you
some privacy."

"Privacy? Seriously? What do I have that you don't? Just lock the door and
let's get this done," I said.

Alton swallowed hard, looked flushed but turned and pulled the latch across
the door but kept his back to me.

I continued to yank down my shorts and briefs in one move. I had to push
off my sneakers to remove my shorts and briefs from my ankles.

"Wow, you are bashful," I said.

"Yea. Sorry. I have never seen anyone else naked before," Alton said.

"Well today is your lucky day! Turn around and feast your eyes on my
nakedness. I give you permission to invade my privacy and check me out," I
said.

It was kind of fun to be half naked in the dressing room with Alton. I was
starting to get really, really horny and wanted to masturbate desperately
but decided against it as it would probably kill my friend from a heart
attack if he saw me doing it.

"Do you have your shorts on yet?" Alton asked.

"Nope, my wiener wants to say hello," I said being silly.

I was feeling really daring now and pulled off my t-shirt as well and was
now standing there totally naked with a diamond hard penis. My hand was
lightly stroking my stiffness sending delicious feelings throughout my
body.

"Come on Alton, this is silly. Just turn around and I will hand you my
briefs and we can be done," I said although I didn't really mean that. I
wanted to see him naked too and that was only going to happen if I could
get him to drop his modesty a bit.

"Fine Markus, I am not sure what the big deal is with me seeing you... HOLY
SHIT... you are totally naked. And you have a boner... and you are playing
with yourself," he said as he turned to me.

I let go of my penis, bent down, grabbed my shorts, extracted the briefs
and handed them to him.

"Thank you," he said as he took the underwear from my hand while his eyes
were glued to my naked midsection. I returned to lightly stroke myself as
he watched. This was the horniest I'd ever been. My heart was pounding so
fast I thought it would explode.

"Ar.. Aren't you going to get dressed?" Alton questioned.

"Nah, not until you put my underwear on. In case they don't fit then I will
just take them and put them back on again," I said.

"Makes sense. Guess you are not going to turn around while I strip?" he
asked.

"Nope, I showed you mine, you have to show me yours," I said with a smile.

Alton put his thumbs into his shorts and pulled them down and off. He
immediately started to put the underwear on and as he started to step into
them, I lifted my foot and pushed them back down his leg.

"What's the hurry?" I said.

I bent down and picked up the briefs and shorts and tossed them on the
couch. Alton just stood there looking me in the eye and gave me a weak
smile of surrender.

"Ok, I guess we have a few minutes before she knocks," he said.

I reached down and took the hem of his t-shirt and pulled it over his body
leaving him naked just like me. I went back to lightly stroking my
erection.

"You have a great body Alton and your dick and balls are bigger than mine,"
I said. They were not considerably bigger but I had a stupid idea that
flattering his size might lead somewhere.

"Um, thanks," he said as he checked me out in more detail. I turned around
and showed him my back and bum. I paused for about 30 second and then
returned to face him. He took the hint and did the same thing.

I wanted to lunge at that butt and jam my 4" boner into that beautiful,
soft, bubble. I stayed in my place and he returned to face me.

"Ok, you get dressed first," I said and handed him my briefs to put on.

He reached down and pulled my briefs over his legs and had to squeeze a bit
to fit them over his hips.

"Yea sorry, they are small on me too. I need to get Marisol to buy the next
size for me," I said.

"They are ok," he said as he felt his bum and realized how tight they
were. He stuck his hands in the briefs to adjust his dick.

"Looks like you still have an issue there, buddy," I said pointing out the
obscene bulge in his... I mean my underwear.

"Crap. I can't let her see me like this!", Alton said.

I taunted him "Why? Afraid she will get all horny and molest you? Maybe she
will get crazy and give you a blow job?  Maybe show you her..."

"STOP," he said. I know what you are trying to do by saying our 70-year-old
wardrobe lady is going to molest me. If you keep that up, I am just going
to puke. It takes forever for my boners to go away and that does not help.

"I have an idea. Do you trust me?" I said.

"Sure, I guess," he replied.

"No, seriously. Do you trust me?" I asked.

"Yes"

I got down on my knees in from of him and my face was directly in line with
his pelvis. I reached up and rubbed his erection through the briefs.

"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?" he said loudly.

"Shh. You said you trusted me," I said.

I went back to his bulge and squeezed it a few times. I felt him flex
beneath my fingers. I reached behind him with my other hand and squeezed
one of his bum cheeks. His eyes were closed and mouth was open as he moaned
slightly at my touch.

I pulled down the briefs and had him step out. I reached up and took his
hard 4.5" skinny circumcised penis in my hand and started to jack him
off. With my other hand, I was rubbing his grape sized balls. He was
Ooo'ing and aw'ing at what I was doing.

Realizing we only had 20 minutes left before the wardrobe lady would be
there, I engulfed his shaft in my mouth and pulled him close with my hands
on each of his bum cheeks. I bobbed back and forth and he was moaning and
panting like an animal. He started to do what boys do naturally and
thrusted into my mouth with his hands on my head stroking my hair.

I allowed one of my hands to dip into the crack of his bum and then moved
it up and down, grazing, but not dwelling on his hole at this point. I
thought that could be too shocking and would spoil the moment.

I bobbed my mouth on his penis and my nose kept bumping his hairless pubis,
which I loved. He smelled of ivory soap and fabric softener and that, for
some reason, was really turning me on even more.

I allowed my one hand to continue to explore his bum crack and brought my
other hand back to his ball sack and lightly fondled the two grapes
contained inside. This seems to trigger his climax.

I felt his body start to tremble and his face humping sped up, now bashing
my nose into his pelvis.

"Oh my god, stop, I've got to pee," he suddenly exclaimed with great
urgency.

That just made me suck him harder and made better use of my tongue. I was
now lightly pulling his scrotum and my pointer finger pushed on his anus
enough to give pleasure but not to enter.

"I don't want to pee in your mouth Markussssssss...... Awwwwww."

His body shook and he grunted with each pulse of his premature prostate as
it attempted to spit the semen that he would soon have inside him.

He started to quiet and I felt his penis soften in my mouth. I released it
and it rested on his scrotum below. I grabbed the briefs and pulled them up
his legs and over his hips.

"Perfect, mission accomplished," I said pointing at the much smaller G
rated bump in the briefs.

"Oh my God, what happened to me. That was the best feeling ever!" Alton
said.

I stood up, went to the couch and tossed him his shirt. I sat down and
started to masturbate needing my own release.

As if on cue, there was a knock on the door. I stood up, threw my shorts
and t-shirt on and then sat back down to hide my own problem.

Alton unlocked the door and the wardrobe lady walked in. Looked at Alton,
looked at me, sighed and said, "Next time you need to be quieter."

Alton turned red; I think I did too. She looked at both of us and
giggled. "I raised 5 boys, I know what boys are doing when doors are
locked," she said and then winked.

Now let's try on your costumes.

I was so hard it hurt, but I sat there and watched my pal as he stripped
down to his briefs for the wardrobe lady. I was happy for him that he
stayed presentable throughout the fitting. Thank goodness for the sleepover
tonight...

TBC