Chapter 1

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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 hotshot 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 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 a job like any other, and it is not an easy business that would support such indecent 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 above 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!

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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, 'ThePagemaster,' 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. 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 eight 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 mostly kept in storage until I was an adult. Even with kind 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, had 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. 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 offense 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) swayed my decision of where to go. My need to break free now that I turned 12 strongly formed my decision about when I would go, and it was now! It was time to make it big in Tinsel Town!

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 attracted to boys as early as I reached 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 think that this is pretty heavy for a newly minted 12-year-old kid. Perhaps it was for a typical 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 the 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.

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The story of how I survived, and had an awesome time, as a runaway tween in Hollywood is a whole chapter in itself. For 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 regular 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 as if 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 to 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 woman 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 was not familiar to us.

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, hereafter referred to as Righty. We stayed together until I went off to college. 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.

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Slipping ahead, I write this in July of 2014 as 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 am 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. The 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 as if 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.

It turned out, and 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.'

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Ironically, I was a boy lover, and to this day, I love boys. I really, really love boys and while I have never acted upon those passions, perhaps my penchant for hanging 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 stern look but don't touch policy. Also, unlike MJ, no boys wanted to hang with me anyway. Therefore, there was not even any real temptation to get me into trouble.

After the pedo-scare at CCA, starting my agency was 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 allegation 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 stable 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 needed something to define myself and put my struggling agency on the map. A niche that could 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. 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.

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One of the first kids I signed was a boy from my home state, 8-year-old Randy Furman. He was a 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 premiere, 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. So much so 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 determine 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 utterly 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 Forman's 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 bonus to this was that I was a boy actor (albeit a minor one), 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 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 contact. We mailed invitations and information packages to all 50. The invitee 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 the 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.

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The house was large, essentially a mansion, with ten 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, two as required. The guesthouse was set up for the meetings and auditions. We rented cameras 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 four days. Each 4-day block, starting today, we would have four 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 an audition, a boy only meeting, welcome BBQ and swim.

Day 2 – Group audition coaching, table read of sides, individual hair and makeup, headshots, 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 the 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 downtime for the boys and their families and so on. Even so, we were having a blast and looked forward to getting started.

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Marisol has two kids, Sean, 10, and Colin, 13. Both were awesome kids and fun to be with. Colin is obsessed with filmmaking and still photography, and he was 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 to 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 the 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 hug my nephews.

"No problem, Uncle Mark," Sean said in his little boy's soprano voice. "It's going to be fun hanging out with all the kids! A 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 be still sleeping while standing there. It was understandable for a teenager because 6 am was more 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 of 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. It was mostly his little hairless penis that shook as his little nuts were still held 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 make 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 of 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 set up on the breakfast bar.

Was I staring at his ass? I think I was 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 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 me 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 its 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 worried 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 before us seeing what they could do. 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 decide as to whether the boys are cut out for Hollywood; if they are 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. 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 today's 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 taut tummy gave way to a defined abdominal V that acted as a road map to point out the attraction that appeared between his legs.

The featured attraction was a 4-inch [10cm] semi-erect, hairless, and cute penis with a tight scrotum and tiny testicles underneath. I had 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, 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 hotter 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 me 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 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 of 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 of innocent boy-to-boy experiences at sleepovers and even once in a dressing room when on set at Raleigh Studios. However, 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 limp one, so close. He was so near, standing at the side of the chaise lounge; I could feel his heat and smell his boy scent – a combination of soap, chlorine, boy sweat, and sunscreen.

"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 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-inch 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 downstroke, 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 glorious 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 spine and lightly rubbed each tiny vertebrate.

He was clearly enjoying the attention and affection. His dad Luke is a 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 were 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 nephew's 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 if I asked you to do it," Sean said.

On the next downstroke, 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 downstroke. 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 of 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 an acute 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 were 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 guesthouse a few steps away.

I cleaned up and left the bathroom. 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, handed it to him, and suggested that he get dressed. I suspect he wanted to cuddle some more, but I helped him along and wrapped him in it. He got the message, and we walked together back into the house.

***

What the heck 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 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 telltale 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 flipped him off on Luke. He 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 counseling 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 had planned to ask 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 for what. Huh? What came up?" she replied.

I demonstrated it 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 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.

"Haha. 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 kisses 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 (traffic app)."

"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.

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 minutes," 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, would 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 task 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 holds 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 the 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 a jerk to him. The 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 public photocopier, Alton ran by me on the way to the washroom looking unhappy with red puffy eyes. It was obvious that he had been crying. I finished the copies and took them 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, took a seat, and started to read Variety. I was a little confused about 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, whom 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 intentionally rude to him and I felt awful.

"I am sorry Alton; I was 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 Rich; 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, it 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 completely 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. "Its 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 friends 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 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 him 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 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 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 Miserable'.

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 a 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 many 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 sleepover at our apartment? That way he can stay and help. I have to be back tomorrow at the same time anyway so that 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 same size, he can borrow clothes and PJ's from me," I offered sweetly. I didn't own PJ's, but that detail was not 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 fourth 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 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. Then 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 earache 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" [140cm]

Weight: 76 pounds [35kg]

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 that she would be on the lookout too.

I spotted the boy and his mom. Each was 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 sure, Allison Page is going to be a hindrance 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 about 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.

"So that 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 and 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" [150cm]

Weight: 95 pounds [43kg]

Experience: Attends a performing arts middle school, a significant role in the 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 driveway, 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 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" [145cm]

Weight: 90 pounds [40kg]

Experience: Public speaking competitor, YouTube personality, Community Theatre performer, three 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 a rush hour so get comfy, we are going to be a while. If anyone has to use a restroom, 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 is 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.

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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 dressed only in a pair of panties, as the wardrobe mistress was just about to help her into her costume. Melissa smiled at us as if 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 woman 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, 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 than yours."

Alton lifted his shirt and looked at his nipples, "They were a lot bigger," he said as if 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 waistband of his shorts and looked down. "Correction… I have two problems," he continued.

I looked where he was looking, he had allowed his waistband 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, 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 sexually looked at Alton up to that point – we were just pals. Mind you, I had a bit of a crush on him, but 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 lifesaver!" 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 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 daring now, pulled off my t-shirt as well, and was now standing there very naked with a diamond-hard penis. My hand was lightly stroking my stiffness sending good 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 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 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, 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 seconds 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 inches [10cm] 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, pulled my briefs over his legs, and had to squeeze a bit to fit them over his hips.

"Yeah 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 blowjob? 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 his mouth was open as he moaned slightly at my touch.

I pulled down the briefs and had him step out. I reached up, took his hard 4.5 inches [12cm] 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 thrust 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 it 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 turning me on even more.

I allowed my one hand to continue to explore his bum crack, 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 five 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…

To Be Continued