California Dreaming

Chapter 11

I followed Norman Roberts to the office, we were able to schedule all of my rehearsals during the day so that I could be at the Roosevelt by 3 every day. I would need to talk to Mr. Mills to see if I could get the nights off for our performances. I was sure it wouldn’t be a problem, when he hired me, he told me that he would move me to days to work the lunch crowd if I needed nights off. Most of the staff were actors or trying to be, so we all tried to help each other out when we had acting jobs.

I walked across the lobby to leave the theatre, I couldn’t wait to tell Patrick my good news. Then I was suddenly struck with a sick feeling in my stomach, he probably wouldn’t be as happy as I was about this. It would mean that for the next month, we would see each other even less. It was already bad enough since we worked opposite shifts at our regular jobs. I sighed, oh well, this is my dream, and I wasn’t going to let it die just because it made things a little more difficult for us to be together. I hoped he would understand.

As I stepped outside, my blissful feeling returned. I had a part in a live play on a real stage in a real theatre, this is what I have always wanted. I began to daydream about the play and getting the reaction from audience. I was startled back to reality when I heard someone say, “Hey, Ivan.”

I turned to see Carl standing there, he had waited for me to come out of the theatre. I panicked, not sure how he was going to react to me beating him out of the part that we had just auditioned for.

I stammered, “hi, Carl, isn’t it?”

To my relief, he smiled and extended his hand, “yes, Carl Yates, I just wanted to congratulate you, that was a perfect audition.”

I shook his hand, “thank you, but to be honest, after I saw your performance, I didn’t think I had a chance.”

He chuckled, “are you kidding me, you were much better than I was, If I was casting this play, I would have given you the part over me too.”

I smiled, “that means a lot to me, I would appreciate any pointers you have, if you don’t mind?”

He said, “sure, any time. Hey, would you want to go grab a cup of coffee?”

I nodded, “yes, that would be great.”

Carl smiled, “there’s a diner just a few blocks from here.”

As we walked, we talked about the audition and what we liked about each other’s performances. We walked into the diner and sat at a small table and our waitress brought each of us a cup of coffee.

Carl asked, “so, where are you from?”

I said, “I’m from New York, I got here a little over a month ago.”

He asked, “why did you leave New York? There are just as many, if not more theatres there than there are here.”

I paused, “well, I kind of had a fight with my father, so it was best that I leave town. I went to Chicago, then came here with a couple friends.”

He asked, “what does your father think about you being in California?”

I chuckled, “I don’t think he knows, or cares, where I am.”

He gave me a questioning look, “you haven’t talked to him since you left?”

I shook my head, “no, to be honest I don’t think he cares if he ever hears me from again.”

Carl said, “that must have been a bad fight.”

I nodded, I wanted to change the subject, I had just met Carl and didn’t want to reveal too much too soon. I asked, “so what about you, where are you from?”

He said, “I came here from Detroit about a year ago.”

I continued, “what about your family?”

He shrugged, “my mother died when I was 8, and my father doesn’t understand the whole acting thing either.”

I asked, “does he know you are in California?”

He nodded, “yes, my sister and I have been writing since I got here, I’m sure she has told him. I really don’t ask about him when I write her, and she doesn’t say too much about him in her letters to me.”

I said, “it’s nice you still have family to talk to.”

He asked, “don’t you have any brothers or sisters?”

I laughed, “yes, I have nine. There ten children in my family, I’m the third oldest.”

He looked at me wide eyed, “ten children? And you aren’t close to any of them?”

I shrugged, “my older brother got his girlfriend pregnant a couple years ago and had to get married, when I left home, he had three kids already. My older sister was too busy being a housekeeper for my mother, and a babysitter for my younger siblings, she really didn’t understand my dream. The younger kids probably didn’t even realize that I left.”

He asked, “so your fight with your father was about you wanting to be an actor?”

I nodded, “mostly, he wanted me to work at the shipyard like he and brother do. He told me I needed to learn a trade and not play make believe.”

Carl chuckled, “sounds like some of my arguments with my dad.”

We both took the last drink of our coffee, I asked Carl, “so where do work, when you aren’t acting?”

He said, “I’m a waiter at The Brown Derby. What about you?”

I answered, “I started as bus boy at the Roosevelt Hotel last week. I am staying at the Normandie Hotel.”

He said, “I’m staying at the Biltmore Hotel.”

I nodded, “I walk by that place every day on my way to work, it’s just a few blocks from here.”

The Biltmore was very similar to the Normandie. It was an older hotel, that, as newer ones were built in the area, converted its upper floors to rooms that were rented by the week and month. A lot of new actors rented rooms in both places.

Carl asked, “what time do you have to be at work?”

I said, “3 o’clock, how about you?”

He said, “the same. Would you like to wait at my place? It would save you from having to walk back to the Normandie and back.”

I paused a moment, not sure if he had an ulterior motive. I was trying to decide if I cared, the longer we talked, the more I was liking Carl. Maybe having someone who supported and understood my dream would be nice. Even if this didn’t lead to anything romantic, at least having a friend would be helpful.

I said, “sure, that would be fine.”

We made the short walk to his room, sat on his bed once we were inside and resumed our conversation. It only took a few minutes to learn Carl’s motive.

He leaned toward me and planted his lips on mine and his hand found my already stiffening cock. I kissed him back and started to unbutton his shirt. We quickly pulled each other’s clothes off, I stood back to admire his body. I already knew he was very handsome, so of course he would also have a perfect body. His smooth chest was muscular and well defined, his stomach looked the wash board that my mother used to wash our clothes on. I continued down to his rock-hard cock, he wasn’t as big as Patrick, but his dick and balls were just the right size to match his body. As I continued down his thick legs, I noticed he was checking me out as well.

He stepped toward me, “I love the hair on your chest and legs, damn Ivan, you are so sexy.”

I blushed, “not nearly as sexy as you are.”

We started kissing again and fell onto the bed, our hard cocks rubbing against each other. We maneuvered around and took each other’s cocks into our mouths. Carl’s cock fit perfectly in my mouth, his nuts were soon resting on my chin, he had similar success swallowing my cock. Just when I thought things couldn’t feel any better, Carl worked his finger into my crack and across my pink pucker. I moaned around his cock, not wanting to let it fall from my mouth. Carl pulled me over as he rolled onto his back, he let go of my cock, pushed me forward and dove his tongue into my hole. I continued to suck his cock as he worked over my ass. I felt Carl’s saliva running down the inside of my thighs and mine ran onto his balls. I pushed some of my spit into his hole as he spread his legs to allow me access and we both moaned loudly. I was working my finger into his hole with every stroke his tongue was making on mine. I left a generous amount of saliva on his cock as I let it fall from my mouth. I couldn’t take it any longer, I spun around and aimed Carl’s cock at my hole. He gave me a smile and I nodded, as I sank onto his rock-hard member. I started to bounce up and down, Carl had his hands on my hips, controlling the speed. Carl kept that silly grin on his face as continued ride him, I was trying to contract my ass muscles to milk Carl’s cock. It must have worked, Carl’s eyes rolled back as he announced he was getting close. I leaned forward to kiss him and said, “give me your seed Carl.” That was all he needed to hear, I felt him coat my insides with his hot white cream.

Carl caught his breath as his deflating cock slipped from my well used hole, I started to stroke myself. Carl grabbed my hand and shook his head, “no you don’t, I want you to fuck me now.”

I smiled as I got off Carl and he pulled his legs up into the air, exposing his perfect pink pucker. I couldn’t resist, I leaned down to lick him, hopefully as well as he had licked me earlier. Once I had his hole coated in my spit, I rubbed the clear liquid from the head of my cock across his opening for additional lubrication. I slowly pushed in until my nuts were tight against Carl’s smooth ass, he cupped my ass and pulled me even tighter. His hole was so tight and so warm, we locked our gaze as I pushed in and out. I leaned forward to share a deep, passionate kiss, both of us moaning into each other’s mouth. As tight as Carl was and as worked up as I was, I knew I wasn’t going to last long. A few strokes later, I pushed in as far as I could and unloaded, I didn’t think I was ever going to stop shooting. After my last spasm, I collapsed on top of Carl as we continued to kiss. We broke our kiss and I smiled at Carl, and he grinned back at me.

He said, “that was a mazing.”

I gave him another kiss, “yes, it was.”

I rolled to Carl’s side, and we held each other as we caught our breath.

Carl leaned up on his elbow, “the hotel is usually empty this time of day, would you like to take a bath with me?”

I nodded, “sure, that would be fun.”

Carl checked the hall to be sure it was empty, his room was right across the hall, so we streaked across the hall. We kissed again as the tub filled with water. We took our time as we cleaned each other, concentrating on the best parts of each other’s body. We did the same as we dried each other off. We snuck back across the hall naked into Carl’s room. It was getting time for us to both head to work, so we started to get dressed. We couldn’t control ourselves, once we were dressed, grabbed each other for another round of kissing.

I said, “as much as I would like to keep this going, we really do need to go to work.”

He chuckled, “I guess you’re right.”

We straightened our clothes and I turned to the door to pull it open.

Carl surprised me when he asked, “so, what about this friend from Chicago that you came here with?”

 

To be continued…