Date: Sat, 1 Aug 2020 21:20:56 +0200 (CEST) From: Mad Mouse Subject: Hollywood Boys - Chapter 3 I'm back! Here is a 3rd chapter of Hollywood Boys that was a long time in coming. Fair warning, I am not happy with this chapter, but that maybe me being too picky. Sorry for typos, etc. This is a multi-chapter story 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 story is 100% fiction and none of the characters are real or even composites of anyone alive or dead. If you are under 18, you know that you should not be reading this. Absolutely nothing in this story should be considered as anything other than pure entertainment. I have no actual basis of knowledge or experience for any of the adult-youth sexual interactions except from reading other stories here and recalling the fun I had as a young lad with my pals. I do not condone, or encourage, any of the actions of my characters in this story. In fact, please use these stories as your way to vicariously live your desires without doing something that I think you would live to regret. I continue to really enjoy your feedback, suggestions and encouragement. There is no other way to know if anyone is reading and enjoying my story. Your comments and feedback will only inspire me to write more and make the stories better. Write me at mad.mouse@mailfence.com, please reach out! If you want to see what I envision my characters to look like, learn more about the settings, wardrobe and more, you can check out my G-rated Clearnet blog at https://madmouse686064134.wordpress.com/ Please also read my other stories on Nifty including "Dylan". All four of my stories have connection to each other. *** Hollywood Boys - Chapter 3 Marisol called Janet back at the house but only got her voice mail. "Hi Janet, just wanted you to know that we are going to be there in less than an hour with Robby, Trevor and Richard. Can you let Sean and Colin know? Juan is going to pick up Andrew and his family at the bus station at 5:00. See you soon." After Marisol ended the call, we just sat and listened to the conversation in the back if the van as the families talked amongst themselves and with each other. There was already a nice rhythm developing and everyone seemed to be getting along. Everyone that is except Allison Page, the mother of Robby Kennedy. She seemed to not be participating in the chit chat and just glared at the back of my head. This was upsetting for two reasons – one that she is judging me based on a discredited allegation in my past and two Robby was one of the boys I had highest hopes for but her attitude would not be conducive to a business relationship going forward. As normally happens with stage parents, the "one-up-man-ship" had started with parents bragging about all the gigs their boys had had and the kids, in return, getting annoyed and embarrassed. Even stolid Allison finally opened up to brag about her progeny. What was cool was the Nash's didn't engage beyond telling a few experiences, the rest of the time they were high-fiving the boys when their parents bragged about them and were delightfully supportive and non-competitive. As the drive continued, Marisol and I made eye contact a number of times and silently communicated about things we overheard and she scribbled notes while I drove. "OK team, we are finally getting off the highway. Basecamp is about 5 minutes away from the exit. Please stow all luggage, put your seats in the upright position and fasten your seat belts." I joked. The parents giggled and the boys just looked confused. "When we get to the house, you will meet Janet, our house manager, as well as Sean and Colin, my sons. Janet will explain the accommodations and my boys will help with bags and show you to your rooms," Marisol explained. As I pulled into the driveway, Janet, Sean and Colin were outside waiting. Juan walked up as we came to a stop. Sean was wearing a bathrobe, which I found odd. "Welcome to Basecamp everyone!", I announced as I put the van in park and shut off the engine. I hopped out and joined everyone else as our guests disembarked from the van. Janet gave an overview of the house and accommodation and that she, Colin and Sean would shoe each family to show to their room and help them settle. Before the team moved on, I pulled Sean aside to ask about the robe. He turned to me and opened it and gestured down to his thin shorts and I noted the clear tent contained therein. "Oh, I see, you are still having an issue. Perhaps you should wear underwear under your shorts, but keep this closed for now. We will talk tonight like I promised," I said as I tied the robe around his waist. Janet read out the assignments. "Robby and Mrs. Page, you are in the apartment above the garage – Sean can you please show them to their room." "Colin, can you show the Grassley's to their room please. They are on the third floor, rooms 3-1 and 3-2. And the Nash's are on the 2nd floor – room 2-2 & 2-4. I will escort you." Everyone headed off to their rooms to get settled and we handed over the keys to the van to Juan to pick up our third family, the Waddington's. Name: Andrew (no middle name) Waddington Age: 11 Hair: Dark Blonde/Brown Eyes: Blue Height: 5' 0" Weight: 98 pounds Experience: none with some training from weekend/afterschool acting classes/coaching SAG-AFTRA: No Parents: (Deceased) Guardian is Susan Waddington (22) sister City/State of Residence: Ottawa, Canada Special note: Andrew has twin sister who is travelling with him – Brooklyn Waddington Andrew Waddington was a referral from a mutual friend of Andrew's deceased father who begged me to give the boy a chance. He was eligible for US Citizenship as his father was American and his mother a US born Canadian. As such, he would have no trouble working in the USA. Apparently, the plan was for the three of them to move to LA permanently to get a new start in life after the tragic death of his parents. They have inheritance money to get settled, but would not do so unless I agreed to represent him. I chatted with the boy by Skype a few times and I clearly saw something there that I could work with not to mention that he was likely the most beautiful child I have ever laid eyes on. His twin sister, who was not interested in acting, was as well. He wanted nothing more than to act and had been taking lessons from local coaches but the death of his parents put everything on hold. My friend laid it on thick to consider giving him a chance and at least talk to him and from the moment I saw him appear on the computer when we Skyped, my decision was made. The guardian sister was deathly afraid to fly and does not drive so they have been days on trains and buses and are arriving at 5:00 on a bus from Detroit, an almost identical trip I had taken with Marisol when I was almost the same age. Little Sean was acting as the perfect host to Robby and his mom and had just showed them to their small apartment above the garage. "This is a coolest room in the house! You have a door to go outside, a little kitchen and this awesome TV and video game system! And in here, is a giant Jacuzzi bathtub," Sean explained. "There is only one bed," Robby said. "Sure, but it's only you and your mom and it is a king-sized bed... see," Sean said as he rolled back and forth across the bed to demonstrate it's size. "The couch has a bed inside too if you want to use it." As Sean rolled around the bed, his house coat opened up and Robby was paying close attention to the fact that all he had on under were shorts. He had no shirt on and an obvious boner poking out the front of his skimpy shorts. Sean made no attempt at closing the robe and stood up with it gapped open displaying the skin of his torso and the small tent in his shorts. "Thank you, young man, we will be fine in the one bed," Allison said still maintaining her haughty attitude. Allison was checking out the very nicely appointed room and not really paying attention to Sean's cloths or state of perpetual arousal. Robby rolled his eyes and smiled at Sean conspiratorially. Sean returned the smile. "You are awfully young to be a bellboy," Allison said now looking at the boy and closing his robe for him in a motherly way. "I'm just helping my Uncle and mother; I am not really a bellboy," Sean said as he tied the sash around his waist. "Your uncle? Markus is your uncle?" Allison asked. "Yup. He is a bestest uncle ever too. He is kind of like my best friend," Sean said as he continued to fumble with the sash trying to tie it up. "Are you an actor too?" Robby asked Sean. "No. My mom is though. I might try it some day when I am older," Sean said. "Why do you think your uncle is only auditioning boys for his agency," Allison asked. "Uncle Markus really likes boys, so I think he wants to help them get acting jobs," Sean said innocently not realizing that Alison was trying to pry for information as she was still convinced, I was a pedo preying on little boys. "Mom! Stop asking Sean so many questions. He is just a kid," Robby said annoyed at his mom but knowing exactly when she was doing. Allison was one of those people that think that everyone in Hollywood is out to diddle little boys. The so-called" pedophile conspiracy that really only exists in the warped mind of tabloid journalists, celibate Roman Catholic Priests and a handful of former child stars trying to reclaim lost stardom by spinning fictions about rampant boy-sex rings. Sure, it happens, but no more than it does in almost every other community in the USA. Sean looked confused, but carried out his official responsibilities. "I am supposed to tell you to make yourself at home and to please read the schedule in the kits you received on the drive here. If you need anything at all, just ask one of us and we can help. Also, if you want to hang out, go swimming or have some fun here is my number, just text me. I will be living at this house most days," Sean said while handing Robby a small card with Sean's phone number on it. "I've got to run now, but I will see you at the BBQ later! Bring your bathing suit." Sean said and turned and left the room closing the door behind him. Allison was unpacking their suitcase and held up a pair of white cut-off shorts. "Here honey, put these on and let's see how you look in them," she said. "Mom, those shorts are embarrassing. They ride up and show the bottom of my butt cheeks," Robby whined. "That is the point. You need to look sexy to get Markus's attention. There are going to be a lot of boys to choose from and we need to make sure he picks you!" Allison said. Robby looked upset but he stripped down to try on the shorts as his mother had instructed. He pulled off his khakis and took the shorts from his mother. "No undies under these bad boys," Allison said. Robby dutifully pulled off his briefs and went to grab the shorts but his mother said, "Shirt too kiddo. I want to match up a great top. He did as he was told and now stood before his mother completely naked. "You are gorgeous sugar bear. Look at the beautiful body. Oh my god, is that a hair on your penis!" Allison shrieked falling to her knees to inspect her son's boy parts. Robby rolled his eyes at his mother's panic that he was somehow going to sprout pubic hair at 10. He looked town as his mother took hold of his penis and inspected the base closely and then moved to his tight scrotum. "Mom, that is embarrassing. I don't have any pubic hair I am only 10!", Robby said. "You are almost 11 and anyway it is only a thread," Allison said as she released his private parts and returned to her feet. Robby was truly a beautiful boy. His skin had a nice light tan with a very distinct bathing suit tan line what accentuated his delightful boy bits. At 4' 6" and a healthy 76 pounds, he was solid but not really showing any sign of teenaged muscle definition that he would absolutely have in a few years. He was blemish free from head to toe with beautiful white teen contrasting with his ocean blue eyes and light blonde hair. His penis was in a semi erect state and was already 4" long, which is a good size for an 11-year-old. It was adult index finger size in circumference. He is circumcised and has a perfectly shaped and proportioned head and shaft. His testicles looked to be a good grape size but not yet dropped into his tight scrotum. Other than on his head, he had no hair anywhere on his body. "Can I have the clothes you want me to wear now?", Robby said. "Turn around and let me look at that beautiful booty," she said with a smile. He turned and his mom looked him over and smiled. "That bum could make the straightest man gay!", she said as she lovingly ran her hand over his bubble butt. "Clothes!" Robby demanded and Allison handed them over and watched him dress. "Careful of the zipper! Don't damage the goods!", Allison said and winked. Robby got dressed in his right white cut offs and red and white striped t-shirt that was only long enough to cover him tummy. If he moved, if rode up exposing his midriff. "Here is an ankle bracelet sweetie. Put it on your left ankle," Allison said. The rope was brown leather and on the loop was a small Mickey Mouse head as her research into Markus turned up, he was a big Disney fan and this would be the extra special touch. He put it on and admired it and his ensemble. "Mom, don't you think I am talented enough to get Markus to represent me without having to try and have sex with him," Robby said. "Honey, we talked about this. You are super talented, but so are many other boys. You need for your agent really like you to get him to take enough interest to make you a star!" Allison said. "I guess, but I weird about this," Robby said. "Listen, it is up to you Robby, but if you want to be a star then you have to play by their rules. All these Hollywood agents and casting directors want to have sex with little boys and even some want to with little girls. Instead of waiting for somebody to decide to groom you, you do it first. Trust me, you are going to be very famous one day and this is how we are going to make that happen. Your talent, my brains and that cute penis and bum of yours are the perfect combination to help make your dreams come true," Allison said as a pep talk. Robby was totally onside when they were planning this out, but now that he was in LA and had met Markus and his family, he was having second thoughts. Allison, having observed Markus was certain that her instincts were right and Markus was a boy-lover. "I guess mom, but I am going to make the final decision about letting him have sex with me. OK?" Robby said. "Of course, sweat pea, your body your choice... I get it," she said. "I did tell him you thought he was a pedo when we were walking to the van alone today just like you asked me to. I told him I didn't mind if he was," Robby said. "Oh my Gosh, that was not part of the plan. What did he say?" Allison said. "He got really quiet. I think I really shocked him," Robby said with a look of guilt on his face. "Well done my beautiful little boy," Allison said with an approving smile on her face, she leaned over and kiss him on the head. Back In the kitchen, Janet, Marisol and I got an update from Sean and Colin about their guests. Colin reported that the Nash's were very nice and polite and even tipped him. Marisol scowled at him for accepting the cash. Jane reported the Grassley's seemed nervous but very nice and humbled by the opportunity. Sean reported that Allison asked a lot of questions and seemed very nosy. But he said he liked Robby a lot and hoped to be able to hang out with him. Recalling the conversation with Robby back at the airport I suspected I knew what the nature of the questions were and I needed to talk it through with Marisol in private as I was feeling that it was likely time to end this and send Robby and Allison home. If this mother felt this way about me there was likely nothing, I would be able to do to change her mind and that was not going to work going forward. I did not need a client's parent not trusting me or poisoning the other parents with her paranoia. "Hey Marisol, can I chat with you for a few minutes privately," I whispered to her and we walked out of the kitchen and into the small den off to the side and closed the door leaving the boys and Janet to chat. "Listen, about what Sean said about Robby's mother asking lots of questions. I think I know what that is about and I am very concerned," I explained to her about the conversation I hade with the boy at the airport and said that I thought we need to flunk out Robby right away and send them back. "Markus, let me talk to her and see what the deal is. I can explain to her about the false allegation and how you are a great uncle who I trust implicitly with my boys. Maybe some mother to mother honesty will help," Marisol said. "OK, but I do not want to leave this too long because once she starts to mingle with the other parents, she may well decide to share her gossip and poison the others with her suspicions," I said. I was uncertain that it was the right decision but I trusted Marisol and her instincts so I told her I was onside. Just as we were finishing our conversation, we heard more voices in the kitchen and opened the door to see that Andrew and Susan Waddington had arrived and Juan was making the introductions to Janet and the boys. "Wow, you are a handsome young man," Marisol said as she shook the 11-year-old's hand. "This is my brother Markus," she said introducing me to a boy that was so unbelievably beautiful that I instantly felt light headed and felt trouble brewing in my boxer briefs. I stuck my hand out to shake his small hand and he lunged at me and hugged me like I was a long-lost father. "Thank you, Mr. Rich. I am so happy that you are meeting with me. All I want to do is be an actor and I will do whatever it takes to prove to you that I can be successful for both of us," Andrew said while gripping me tightly. "Andrew, let Mr. Rich breathe," Susan said as she helped pry the boy off of me. I was actually enjoying the hug and hoped to God that he did not feel the erection in my pants or else Allison Page was going to be the least of my problems. "Hello Mr. Rich, I am Andrew's sister Susan," I want to thank you as well for this opportunity. It means a lot to both of us and could really mean a fresh new start for us," Susan said and she too hugged me quickly and in a much more dignified manner. My power of speech now returning, I responded. "Welcome to LA guys and you are most welcome. Thank you for accepting our invitation, I am so pleased you made the journey from Canada to be with us this week." "Let me show you to your room," Janet offered. Juan picked up the bags and the four of them trotted off to a nice large bedroom on the main floor overlooking the pool. Sean was looking at me and walked over and crooked his finger at me to bend down. I did and he whispered in my ear, "I see we are having the same problem." I know I turned bright red and chuckled a nervous laugh. I looked around the room and nobody was paying attention to Sean or I and I simply just responded. "Like I promised, we will talk later tonight." With that Sean was satisfied and he wandered off with purpose. I sat down at the breakfast bar and filed up my laptop to check emails and distract myself for a few minutes and see what else was happening in the world. I was pleased to see that I had an email from the studio that had just booked Randy Furman that included a draft of the script to "Elf for a Day" as well as a tentative production calendar. I flipped it to Walt with a note to say that he should have the contract soon as well, but that they needed to review the schedule and sign off on it and the script as there was a scene where Randy would have to appear in underwear only and that required notice and consent under union rules. Janet returned from showing our final guest to their room. "Hey boss, we need to get on with the schedule, we are getting late. Juan is going to start to organize the BBQ. We need to have the orientation meeting and quick parent briefing before the BBQ," she said. I wanted over the intercom panel that was built into the wall of the kitchen and pushed the mic button. "Hello everyone, this is Markus and once again welcome! Can everyone gather in the living room on the main floor for a quick orientation. After that the kids can head off to the recreation room to play while the adults have a further talk. After that, we will gather for a BBQ on the deck and everyone is welcome to enjoy the pool, spa and sauna," I announced. Immediately we heard the house come to life as everyone started moving at once and Janet and I went into the living room to await our guests. The living room was massive with lots of seating for the adults and the kids had comfy pillows and beanbags to sit on. As everyone filed in, some were dressed to swim, others in the same clothing they travelled in. Robby Kennedy walk in wearing a, way too small, pair of white cut off jeans with a red and white striped t-shirt. He had a baseball cap on his head that he was wearing backwards and an ankle bracelet that I swear had a Mickey mouse head charm on it. Around his wrist was a leather bracelet. As Robby walked, his shirt barely touched the top of his shorts and I could see a strip of tummy underneath. His wardrobe was incongruent with his mother's conservatism. I had to check myself as I realized I was staring and him too long and my eyes immediately darted to Allison who was staring at me with a look that said `gottcha' and I half expected her to screen pedo and storm out dragging her kid. Marisol noticed and went to sit beside her and engage her in conversation. Andrew entered the room and once again hugged me, but this time did not dwell. He took a bean bag seat and say beside Sean and Robby. Everyone was now seated and I began the meeting. Almost on cue, Zero made a grand entrance. I introduced him and he took his seat with a manner that said, "look at me". I stared out the meeting by once again introducing the team and having each guest introduce themselves and explain where they lived. As soon as all the pleasantries were done, each team member explained their roles. Sean was the last and announced that he was in charge of all the kids and the all the adults giggled at that except Allison. She appeared to have been sucking lemons at that moment and pretty much every other time I have seen her. It was time for questions and we fielded a couple from each family. All the questions on audition details I deferred saying we would discuss that at the parent meeting. Marisol took the floor and announced it was time for the kids to head to the recreation room in the lower level while the parents finished the meeting. "Follow me kids," Sean announced as he led the procession down the stairs. Colin followed close behind and gave silently mouthed "help me" and smiled as he followed and finally disappeared out of site. Marisol and I stood together for this part of the meeting. "Parents, we want this to be a great experience for the boys. The reality is that we can not sign everyone so tough decisions will have to be made. Here is the most important thing that you can do to help ... just be there for you kids. Do not coach, do their prep work, harass them, interrogate them when they are back from meetings or workshops. The boys need to demonstrate how well they can manage the process," I said. Marisol continued, "We love working with parents, but if your boys are to be successful in the film and TV business, they have to be able function on set without you and that is one of the important determinants of success here. Your boys need to show a level of maturity and commitment that is uncommon in tween and young teens and is invaluable in Hollywood." "Now, we want all parents to understand what is happening and to avoid the interrogation of your boys, we are going to brief you on progress and answer all questions. We promise you there are no secrets. If the boys fill you in themselves, please resist asking lots of questions, just support them and provide parental encouragement. Are there any questions on this?" Allison was the first hand to go up. "What if we are not comfortable with your approach," she said with the same level of sourness on her face that I saw for the entire meeting. "Ms. Page, then I would suggest that you and your son withdraw your selves from this process, because those are our rules. Frankly, they were spelled out in the document you all signed that came with the invitations," I said. Every other parent nodded their head in support of what I was saying. Marisol jumped in as Allison was about to respond. "Ms. Page, you and I can meet separately after this meeting to talk about this mother to mother." Allison folded her arms across her chest in clear body language of anger but to her credit she did hold her tongue. The rest of the questions were mostly about the schedule, sightseeing and other perfunctory questions and the meeting broke up and everyone headed to the back yard and Janet retrieved the kids from the recreation room. Juan had outdone himself on the food and everyone dug in. Everyone was mingling and meeting other guests and the kids all stuck together like a pack and Sean was clearly the leader. Colin had his camera and was capturing the event as his first assignment. I saw Marisol and Allison had gotten their food and found a couple chairs away from everyone else. It was clear from observing the conversation that it was not small talk and both ladies looked like they meant business. The food was done and Zero brought out a guitar and started to perform some James Taylor and Paul Simon songs. Some stopped and paid attention to the performance and others continued their conversations. Marisol and Allison were looking less intense as they concluded their conversation. Allison walked past me and went to Juan to ask for seconds and Marisol walked past me, rolled her eyes and quietly said, fill you in later, gotta pee and she went into the house. All the while, Robby and Andrew had gone to their rooms to get bathing suits while Trevor, Richard and Sean had suits on under their shorts, unceremoniously yanked off their shirts and shorts and jumped in. Both Richard and Trevor were constantly calling out to me to get my attention to show me some special pool skill that they thought would impress me. I didn't mind, it was kind of fun to get to know them better. Andrew came out and the butterfly's in my stomach returned and I found myself gazing at this boy who looked even better with only a bathing suit on. His body was toned, tan and alluring. His bathing suit was baggy and did not show off any of his secrets, but he locked eyes with me as he walked to the pool like he was on a runway at a fashion show. Once he got into the pool, he became goofy preteen boy and joined the rest of the kids in their boisterous play. I saw Page take a call and turned away from my gaze and carried out a conversation that seemed a bit animated like she was annoyed at the person on the other end of the phone. After a few minutes she put the phone in her pocket and joined Susan who was watching the boys in the pool. Marisol came out and Roberta Grassley beckoned her over to her seat by the pool. I decided I needed to pee and wanted to grab a Diet Coke from the fridge and I was approached by Robby wearing a robe. "Mr. Rich." He said to get my attention. "Please call me Markus, I said. "Markus, can you help me with this," he asked as he opened his robe showing that his bathing suit was way too loose and the string dangled with a knot in front of it. "I can't get the knot out and if I go in the pool like this, my suit is going to fall off," he said. "I think that you should ask for your mom's help. You told me she is already suspicious of me, fumbling with your bathing suit is going to be a problem," I said. "She treats me like a baby, if I ask her to help, she will embarrass me. Hold on, I have a solution," he said. With this comment, he suddenly pulled off his bathing suit and handed it to me. "Now you can fix it without looking like you are giving me a hand job," he said through a cute giggle. He stood there and was obviously showing off his naked body to me. I was stunned and was openly staring while holding his bathing suit in my hand frozen in place. He was a beautiful boy, not to the same degree as Andrew, but he was absolutely cute. He had a tight torso and not had no hair except on his head. His penis was half erect and stuck out about 4". His balls were hidden in his premature scrotum and his circumcised penis head was perfectly proportioned to the rest of his little shaft. His body remained on display and then made a show of suddenly realizing that his boy parts were on display and closed the robe and tied it tight with a cheeky smirk. I was actually scaring myself as I was openly gawking at this young boy and having a very distinct sexual reaction. Earlier, I had the same experience with Andrew and also with Sean this morning. Yes, I am bi-sexual and attracted to males, but this sudden fixation on the bodies of these boys was new and very unsettling. I fixed the knot in Robby's bathing suit and handed it back to him. He unnecessarily opened his robe wide and slowly pulled the suit up his legs and over his cute penis. I felt flush, my heart was racing and I once again had butterflies in my stomach. "Markus, can you tie the strings so my suit stays up?" Robby asked sweetly. "No, please ask your mother," I said and walked into the kitchen to get my drink. I looked back and Robby was walking out to the pool deck and jumped in the pool having obviously figured out his bathing suit. I am used to prospective clients trying to get my attention. I have had women and men openly hit on me as they try to join my roster but never a kid and now it seems that all four of the kids were vying for my attention whether through pool antics, over the top hugs or openly flirting. The innocent stuff was not an issue, but the flirting, exhibitionism and excessive touching was also unsettling. The main flirt was Robby and that was absolutely terrifying because his mother already thinks I am a pedo and prey on little boys. All I needed was for her to witness her son showing off his privates to me and then jumping to a conclusion to ruin my reputation. "Hey brother, we need to talk," I heard Marisol say as she walked into the kitchen where I was enjoying my soda. "Are you ok, you look like you saw a ghost," she said while staring at me. She put her hand on my forehead to see if I had a fever. "No, I am fine. Just overheated and sleep deprived. How did it go with Robby's mom," I asked? "That is what I wanted to talk to you about. I had my chat with her and I agree that she is trouble but I think we are going to have to manage as sending them home now could result in her freaking out anyway. Apparently, Robby told her that he told you she thinks you are a pedophile. I explained the whole boy groping thing was not real and recanted by the boy. Her comment was that Michael Jackson's victims always recant after being paid off she is not buying it," Marisol explained. "Well damn. I just have to put up with this and pray it doesn't get out of hand because when that rumour became public last time, I lost my job and it very nearly ended my career. *** Robby got out of the pool when he noticed his mom was now sitting alone. He sat beside her and updated her on his progress. "Mom, I did what you told me to and it didn't work. I don't think he is interested in me. I think I need to just focus on the audition and forget about your plan," Robby said. "I think you are making progress son, be patient. I have been watching him and he has been tracking you and that gorgeous Andrew boy. Do the best you can in the auditions, but keep up your efforts on trying to get him to make a move on you," Allison said. "This just seems wrong mom. It sounded like a good idea before we got here, but now that I know them, I feel like this is mean and I am not comfortable," Robby said. "It's your choice, but this is how Hollywood work sweetie and if you don't play the game then you won't get your big break. Besides, what is the harm? Sex is fun and besides... you can't get pregnant," Allison said with a laugh feeling proud of her little joke. "I guess so mom. I like Markus and Marisol and especially Sean. I don't want to get any of them in trouble or make them feel bad," he said. "You are a good boy Robby. Maybe too good for Hollywood," Why don't you go play with his nephew and learn as much as you can," Allison said. "OK mom," Robby said with a smile and took off for the pool where Sean was playing Marco Polo with the other boys. *** "Hey!" Trevor Grassley exclaimed. "Who grabbed my penis," he asked. He was Marco and had a bling fold over his eyes as he was searching for the other boys during his time as it. While he was surprised, he did not seem disturbed by it and actually laughed as he said it and did not take off his blindfold. The other boys giggled and the game continued with Trevor still trying to tag another of the boys. "Gotcha," Trevor exclaimed as he grabbed the wrist of Richard Nash as he attempted to cop a feel of the older boys package. He took off the blind fold with one hand while he kept hold of the Richard's wrist and thrust his pelvis into the boys hand under the water. The other boys did not see what was happening in detail, only that Trevor had tagged Richard and it was time for a new Marco. Trevor had gotten an immediate boner in his trunks after the first grope and was relishing the quick feeling of Richard's hand being forced into his boyhood. Richard was only too happy to play along and gripped Trevor's boner through the fabric and gave it a few strokes. The tow boys smiled at each other, both happy with the extra private fund they were having. Richard put on the blind fold and yelled "Marco" to the other boys `Polo'. He could sense a boy near him and then felt a hand groping him this time. He simply yelled "Marco" again hoping for more gropes and it came again. Now it was his turn to get a boner and silent wish for more accidents as this was more fund than he had ever experienced in a pool before. Ricard again yelled "Marco" and swung his arms around while the other boys all responded "penis" instead of Polo. This resulted in loud laugher from the boys and even some of the adults. A few of the parents yelled out their boy's names in disgust, but the game continued as "Marco Penis" with the boys all grabbing dicks underwater undenounced, in their minds, to the adults who were not ignoring the vulgarity and were now chatting amongst themselves. Allison walked over the pool edge and crooked a finger at Robby and he responded by swimming over to her. "When I go back to my seat, I want you to pull off your bathing suit and throw it to where I am sitting. Yell something like time for a skinny dip... or something like that to get the other boys attention. I will yell at you and bring your suit back to you and try to get you to put it back on. You should ignore me," Allison said. "Mom, that is crazy. They are all going to think I am a pervert or something," Robby objected. "Come on boy. You are all yelling Marco Penis and you have been grabbing boners for the past 15 minutes. Trust me, this is going to get Marcus excited and will have a harder time ignoring more of your attempts," Allison said. "Fine mom, but I am not getting out of the pool and showing my penis to everyone," he said. "Good boy," Allison said and walked back to her seat. Allison watched her son and tried to get his attention to signal that it was time. Robby was chatting with the nephew and the look on his face made it obvious that Robby had just told him what he was going to do. Robby did not yell, but his trucks came flying out of the pool and landed on Allison's table. One by one, the boys were flinging their suits onto the deck and within a minute all of the kids in the pool were buck naked. "Robert Kennedy, you put your bathing suit back on right now," Allison yelled attracting the attention of the parents and the other adults on the deck. Allison made a scene and walked to pool edge yelling at Robby who was ignoring her. Mr. Grassley came over to Allison and said, "Don't fret it, they are just boys and blowing off some steam. Let them have their fun." The other adults all looked for each others reaction. Half of them just shrugged and went back to their drinks and conversation. The other half, while looking horrified just went with the flow and eventually just ignored it too. Defeated, Allison accepted the hand of Mr. Grassley, got to her feet and started to walk back to her table. Mrs. Grassley intercepted her and invited her to join her table which she did and joined in the conversation while keeping an eye on Markus to see his reaction to the skinny dippers. The game of Marco Penis stopped and the pool was now just a sea of boys chasing and tackling each other and grabbing dicks, balls and squeezing butt cheeks. Andrew suddenly squealed as Richard had stuck his fingers into his butt crack and poked at his anus. The encounter did not last long but it appeared that Andrew offered the same extra grope to Richard to return the favour. Every boy was hard and enjoying the boisterous play as well as the innocent but intimate contact with their peers. Markus was watching the activity and was aroused and, again, it confused and worried him. Allison noted him standing alone at the side of the pool and enjoying the view. The boys were all swimming by him as he stood watching and hoping that his tight boxer briefs would hide his own erection. Suddenly, as it to break his trance, the music went off and Marisol's voice boomed across the deck. "OK everyone, listen up. Janet and I have some announcements to make," Marisol yelled. The boys all came to the edge of the pool and the adults moved closer as well. "I hope everyone is having a good time and you have all had a chance to get to know each other a bit better. Clearly the boys have shed al their secrets," Marisol said to some laughs from the adults to her attempt at humour. Janet now spoke as I joined them. "Just a few house rules I wanted to share. 1. You may use the pool between 6 am and midnight. The hot tub is available 24 hours a day. Please try and keep bathing suits on. 2. Each room as a key lock with a code, come and see me and I will give you yours – all doors have been locked. 3. The kitchen is open 24 hours, feel free to help yourself to beverages or snacks but please do not cook anything on the range or in the conventional oven. The microwave is ok. 4. The laundry room is in the basement and available 24 hours a day. If I can do anything for your family, please let me know," Janet said. It was my turn to give last remarks for the day. "We are going to wind up the party now and ask that you take some time tonight to review the kits we gave you. You are free to use the living rooms, the recreation room or simply hang out in your suites. It is almost 9:00 pm now and we are starting our day at 9 am in the morning – kids in an audition coaching session with Zero and parents in a session with Marisol where you will learn more about life as a stage parent, safety for your child and open questions," I said. "One more thing from me, your room code also opens the front door in case you decide to go out. While I am not your keeper, if you would leave a note on the whiteboard in the kitchen if you are going our and when you expect to return, we would appreciate it," Janet said. "Good night everyone, we will see you in the morning," Marisol announced. Parents started to gather their naked boys from the pool and wrapping them in towels and recovering their trunks, headed off to their rooms. Sean got out and padded over to Marisol and I. He was naked but without his embarrassing condition. Marisol wrapped a towel around him and said to Sean and Colin, who was fully clothed having not participated in the pool boy orgy and said, "Get ready to go, we are heading home tonight and will be back in the morning. Sean has an orthodontist appointment at 7:30, we will be here by 8:30." "Mom, can I stay with Uncle Markus. He and I planned to talk tonight," Sean asked. "As long as it is ok with your uncle," Marisol said and I smiled and nodded my head. "My babysitting fee is fives bucks an hour," I joked. Marisol rolled her eyes and said, "Put it on my tab. Ok, love, as but don't take up all your uncle's time, he has a very busy day tomorrow. I'd like you in bed by 10, but Markus no later than 11 please." "Thanks mom!" Sean said. Marisol bend down and kissed and hugged her boy then stood hugged me, turned and headed out the side gate and left for the night. Sean and I walked into the kitchen from the deck. "OK buddy, go get in your jammies and I will come by your room so we can have out chat when I am done buttoning up," I said. "Can I sleep in your room with you?" Sean said. He gave me the puppy dog eyes and punctuated it with "Pleeeeeeeease." "I guess, but you get the couch and you have to sleep and not keep me up. OK?" I responded. "Absolutely! Woo hoo!" Sean squealed as he ran off to the bedroom that he and Colin would be sharing on nights they were staying at the house like last night. "I'll meet you in the guest house," Sean said as he was about to enter his room. My room was in the guest house. A guest house that was the size of my own home with two bedrooms, a den and family room and a kitchen. I wanted to have a place to retreat to and not be in, what is boing to be, a boisterous house that would be a bee hive of activity all day and night. "OK buddy. Bruch your teeth before you head over," I replied. Janet was preparing some kind of food for breakfast in the morning and I wandered over to check in as she worked. "So, Jan, any first day observations to pass on?" I asked. "So far so good. The boys are super cute and very polite! I would keep my eye on that Allison Page women and her son. He seems like a really nice kid, but he was the instigator of the skinny dip tonight and I think his mother was in on it as well for some odd reason. She asks a lot of questions and seems to have an agenda of some sort," she reported. I did not share my observations about Allison, but was glad to hear that she too had the concerns and that they were not his own paranoia. "I really like Andrew and his sister. They seem really sweet. Did you know they are Canadian like me? We had a nice talk. I hope it works out for them. I didn't get a lot of time with the other parents, but they seem very nice and grateful for this opportunity. The Kennedy boy and Sean seem to be hitting it off, maybe see what he can tell you as well. "Thanks Janet, that is great intel. Can I help you with anything?" I asked. "Nope, just finishing up and then going to hit my room and watch TV for a while," she said and put a big bowl of something in the fridge. "You hired me to do manage the house, I'll do my job and you do yours," she said with a smile. "Fair enough. Goodnight Jan," I said and walked back onto the deck and saw Zero chatting with Susan Waddington by the pool. I wandered over and as I approached Zero looked at me and said, `Well, here is the guy you should ask that question." "How can I help," I said. "Do you know where I can get a job in LA? I mean, if you decide to represent him, I mean. We are going to move here and I will need a job to support the three of us. We have trust funds, but I don't want to use them up too quickly," she said. "What kind of work would you like to do?" I asked. "Anything that I can do during school hours while Andrew and his sister are in school. I have a business degree, but willing to do anything to get experience," Susan said. "A business degree huh. OK, let me think about that and we can chat again," I said. I was actually thinking that I could use a business manager to help with the finances of the agency after we take on all these new clients. Marisol and I would become very busy with bookings and will need another set of hands. I would wait to mention this until I see if Andrew was going to join my roster. "Susan was just telling me that young Andrew makes films with his friends and they are all on YouTube. She thinks we should watch them to get an idea of how funny he is," said. "I will email both of you the links. He won an award for one of them." "I'll watch for that," I said. "By the way, I am sorry about the ... um... silliness that Andrew got involved in tonight. He is normally a real stickler for following rules, but he is just 11 and our family has always been open about nudity so I guess he didn't really think it bad behaviour. We never wore bathing suits in our family pool back home growing up." Susan explained. "It's Ok, boys will be boys. There is absolutely no harm done and it was actually a bit instructive for me. To be as successful actor, you have to be willing to be brave, open and open. I think that all four of our prospective your actors demonstrated their bravery tonight," I said. Susan looked shocked at this comment. "Do you mean that they need to do nude scenes to be successful," Susan asked aghast at what she thought I meant. "No, you misunderstood. You have to be willing to be uncomfortable sometimes to be a successful actor. Kids don't generally do nude scenes except sometime shirtless or maybe a flash of a bum for comic effect, but I mean some roles are incredibly uncomfortable and it takes a really brave kid to do them. I just booked a young boy for a major role in a Christmas movie and he has to appear in only his underwear for a prolonged scene. Have you seen the movie IT? The kids in that movie had a whole scene in only their briefs in a local quarry," I said. "Yeah, and those scenes can take days to shoot surrounded by dozens of crews and other cast. It's scary for an adult actor let alone a kid," Zero said. Susan seemed to accept this, but I kind of feel I said too much. "I get it now. I am going to turn in now. Good night gentlemen," she said, smiled and walked into the house. "Good night Susan. Zero," I said and walked to the guest house. I walked in the guest house and called Sean's name. "I'm in your bedroom," Sean yelled back. I closed and locked the door and walked into my bedroom and found Sean in an unzipped striped onesie on top of the covers of my bed with his iPad in one hand and the other inside the onesie resting on his tummy. "Hey Uncle Markus," he said. "Hiya buddy. What are you doing in my bed, there is a perfectly nice one next door," I said knowing that I needed my sleep and not really ready for a sleepover? "You promised we could have a talk tonight and this was we can be cozy," Markus said. "Ok pal, but after our chat you go to the other room so I can get a good night sleep," I said. "Deal," Sean replied. I grabbed a pair of sleep shorts and a t-shirt and went into the bathroom to prepare for bed. As I was brushing my teeth, I was actually in a bit of a panic. This morning, I crossed a line and rubbed his naked bum and ended up cuming in my shorts without even touching myself. Now I am alone with the boy in my bedroom and he wants to talk about his body, puberty and sex. Seeing him in that onesie, lying on my bed he looked incredibly adorable and inexplicably sexy. He clearly is staved for physical attention, as was evident this morning, and that combined with the raging hormones of a boy on the cusp of puberty, could lead to more of the physical inappropriateness that occurred this morning. As this thought Yes, I am the adult but can I trust myself if he goads me on like this morning. I am starting to question my sexuality after lusting after his super cute 10-year-old body and those of the Andrew and Robby that were openly displayed to me today. I cannot afford another scandal and need I need to behave. I had always been a model uncle and never, since being a kid myself, have been attracted to a child, including my nephews. Now it seems everything has changed and I am seeing young boys in a totally different light. "Uncle Markus, what are you doing in there,' Sean called to me. "Coming, just preparing for bed," I called back. As I left the bathroom, I walked back into the bedroom and Sean was clearly masturbating under his onesie. "Hey buddy, perhaps you should head to your room to do that," I said. "Why," Sean asked not getting my point I was making and continuing to play with his genitals under the fleece of his onesie. "You are masturbating in front of me. That is something that boys should do in private," I said. Sean blushed and giggled. "Oops, sorry. I thought after this morning that you wouldn't care." "Yea, about this morning... we shouldn't have done that," I said. "You mean when you rubbed my bum," Sean asked confused as to where I was coming from. "Yea, that and you rubbing your penis on my stomach and me touching your balls," I said. "Uncle Markus, I don't really understand what that problem is. Have I done something wrong?" he asked. I wasn't sure how to respond to that and I was now worried that I about to traumatize him by explain societal norms and expectations about children and sexuality. I think I needed to redirect where this was going. I moved to the bed and sat beside Sean so that my body was touching his. He had a look of worry on his face and zipped up his onesie to his chin. I put my arm around his shoulder and pulled him in tight. "Have you learned about good touch and bad touch?" I asked. "Yes, that nobody should touch my body except for my health, safety or fun and with my permission. Bad touch is when somebody touches my butt, balls and penis without my permission or when it is not for my safety or health. Is that what you mean?" Sean said. I was not expecting such a detailed explanation, but clearly, he has had that talk. Likely at school. "Yes, that is basically right. When you asked me to rub your bum, that was kind of ok, but I went too far and you started to rub your penis on me. That was sort of bad touch," I said knowing I was confusing the poor kid more. "But is felt really good. How can that be bad? I don't really understand any of this sex, penis, naked stuff at all. In school they told us where babies came from, they talk about good touch bad touch all the time and how our bodies are changing but my teacher sweat, talk nervously and answer a lot of questions by telling us to ask our parents. Dad looks like he is going to puke if I say the word penis and I really don't feel comfortable talking to mom about this stuff," Sean said in a very frustrated way and was actually getting kind of emotional about it. "And I am being a bd uncle by confusing you more when you wanted to talk to me about this. Listen, I am sorry, forget I said anything and let's start over. Let's talk," I said and gave him a friendly reassuring squeeze. Sean scooted from beside me and went to sit on my legs, which I spread them slightly for both our comfort, so he could have a face-to-face conversation. "OK, boners. What is the deal with that? I Get them all the time and they are embarrassing. Like this morning, my penis gets stiff and it stays like that for hours sometimes. I know rubbing it on things like pillows, my hand, um, your stomach makes it feel great, but it doesn't go away," Sean explained. "See," he said and laid back and pulled the front of his cute onesie tight across his pelvis and sure enough it created a distinct tent. He realized that rubbing the sort fleece fabric was making his boner feel nice and he openly thrust him hard-on against the cloth as his had pushed town. My own penis was taking note of the scene and immediately sprang to life. He continued to hump through the cloth against his cloth covered hand and seemed to forget we were in the middle of a conversation. His eyes closed, his mouth gaped open and he some sounds of contentment. This was turning me on and I so wanted to pull out my own dick and start to rub one out, but I remained quiet and respectful of his obvious excitement. Finally, after a few minutes he opened his eyes and stopped. "Sorry Uncle Markus, that felt really good but I forgot you were there and bored while I was playing with myself," Sean said. I wish I could say that I was not bored at all, but that would have evoked more questions. "That is ok buddy, you looked like you were having fun. So, lets talk about this. You wanted to know about why your penis gets hard and that is a good place to start," I said. As I spoke, Sean unzipped his onesie and wriggled his body out of it, first the top and then pulling down the bottoms until he was naked. He noticed the look on my face and said, "Is this ok, I was really hot." "Uh ok, I guess if you are too hot that is ok," I said. It was very ok in my mind as I got to ogle his cute naked body as we talked about his cute naked body. "Aren't you hot Uncle Markus? Maybe you should take you stuff off too," Sean asked. Oh man, I wanted to but I said, "Maybe later, I am ok now." Sean looked disappointed.