California Dreaming

Chapter 16

I slowly unfolded the paper and took a deep breath. Carl’s eyes were glued on my face as he tried to read my expression.

He yelled, “what the hell does it say?”

I tried to keep my poker face and said, “it says, Welcome to the Hollywood Playhouse, our next production is William Shakespear’s “Romeo and Juliet”, starring Gloria Baines as Juliet and Ivan Romanov as Romeo.”

I started to shake, “I got it Carl, I got it.”

He jumped up and hugged me, “that is amazing Ivan, you are going to nail this part, I just know it.”

I gave Carl a big kiss, “thank you, I can’t believe this is really happening to me.”

He asked, “why not? You are a great actor, when I saw you audition for young Scrooge three years ago, I knew you would make it.”

I gave him another kiss, “thank you, I really do appreciate your support.”

Carl continued to kiss me as he walked us back to the bed, he unbuttoned my trousers and let them fall to the floor. My cock had suddenly sprung to life in the short distance from the door to the bed, I fell onto my back. Carl kissed his way down my chest and stomach and smiled up at me as my cock disappeared into his mouth. We have had sex countless times, and I always loved the way Carl sucked me, but today, he was like a man possessed. His mouth was warmer and wetter than it had ever been before, and he seemed to learn a new trick with his tongue overnight. My head was spinning as he expertly worked my cock and nuts. While he rolled my balls with one hand, he used his other hand to work a finger into my hole. He had somehow managed to stimulate every erogenous zone I had. With every movement of his finger and tongue, I felt myself getting closer and closer to a climax. My nuts tightened tighter than I ever remember before, between pants, I tried to warn Carl. My warning just egged him on, and he tightened his grip on my cock and pushed his finger inside me even further. I was past the point of no return, and it was clear Carl wanted my seed. I let out one last moan and filled his mouth until there was cream leaking out of the corners of his mouth. As I gave him my last squirt, he let my cock fall from his mouth and gave me a big smile. He crawled on top of me and gave me a deep semen flavored kiss, I ran my tongue into his mouth in search of the last morsel of my seed.

Carl broke our kiss as I reached for his cock, he said, “sorry, that will have to wait, I have to go to work early today. Just remember where we left off, so can continue this tonight when you get home.”

I was only slightly disappointed, my head was still spinning from the incredible blow job he had just given me, and I needed a minute to recoup. I said, “don’t worry, I will remember where we were for a long time.”

I lay on the bed, still naked, as I watched Carl dress and get ready for work. He gave me another kiss as he walked out the door. I took a short nap and then got ready for work, still floating on a cloud from my good news. I left for work early so that I could stop at the theatre and thank Mr. Ellis personally. While I was there, he gave the rehearsal schedule and our show dates so I could give my schedule to my boss at the Roosevelt. We would be starting next week, and the opening night was just a little over a month away.

I talked to Mr. Mills as soon as I got to the restaurant and gave him the schedule.

He smiled, “I knew this would be coming soon, I saw you in your last play and was very impressed.”

I smiled back, “thank you, I really appreciate you working with me on my schedule. I am getting more money for this play, but it’s still not enough to live on.”

He slapped me on my shoulder, “you’re a good waiter too, you have a job here as long as you need it.”

I thanked him as I got to work for the night. I was in such a good mood, nothing could bring me down. The night went by quickly and I headed home to Carl, once again he was waiting for me in bed with the candles lit. Tonight was just as good as the night before, except it was my turn to enjoy Carl’s cock in my hole.

Carl helped me go over my lines the following week. It was soon time for my first rehearsal. I had already met Gloria, but this was the first time I had met the rest of the cast, so we all introduced ourselves and we did a walk through of the entire play. The rest of the week it was just Gloria and I, as most of the scenes were just us. Gloria was a very good actress and was very attractive, if I liked girls, I could definitely see myself falling for her. We did work well together, and all the love scenes just came naturally to both of us. I still believed that if I didn’t know better, she and Carl could be twins, or at the very least, brother and sister. She had the same piercing blue eyes and infectious smile, maybe this was why I wasn’t having any problems with the love scenes. Sub conscientiously, I may have been thinking it was Carl.

When we rehearsed the first scene with a kiss, the director said we didn’t have to actually kiss this time, we could wait until we were closer to opening night.

Gloria gave me a sweet smile, “we might as well get used to kissing, that is if you don’t mind.”

I nodded, “sure, we’ll have to do it sooner or later, why not practice it now.”

I’m not sure what I was expecting, but it really was no different than kissing a guy. Well, she was a little softer and gentler, but otherwise it was the same.

The weeks went by, and we were getting closer to opening night. The rest of the cast was great too, I decided the director was a good judge of talent and I would audition for him again in the future. As we got to the week before opening night, I was sure Carl was getting tired of me talking about the play. He was a good sport about it and never complained and, he was still excited for me.

I, of course, had written to Henry, and he wrote back telling me that he wished he could be there to see the play. With all the support Carl gave me, I was feeling a little guilty for wishing Henry was here too. Henry had kept me up to date on what he was doing, he was now working with his father as a barber. I also shared my news with Patrick, he had recently got a job writing for one of the newspapers in San Diego.

I came home after our final practice and gave Carl his ticket to opening night, he was able to get the night off from the Brown Derby. It meant so much to me that he wanted to be there, I got his ticket for the front row.

When the curtain went up, he was the first person I saw, his reassuring smile just put me at ease, and I was able to relax. Gloria and I had a flawless performance, as did the rest of the cast. The reviews in the next day’s newspaper were nothing but praise for our acting, for the directing and even for the set design. We were sold out for the rest of our run.

I was loving being on the stage and was having a lot of fun in this play. I never tired of hearing how well I was doing both by my fellow actors and by the theatre’s patrons. I was starting to feel a little guilty, Carl and I hadn’t been able to spend much time together. I was so busy with rehearsals and when I wasn’t at the theatre, I was working at the Roosevelt. Carl was also doing a play and was busy at work as well, thankfully, I was able to get one night off to go see Carl’s play. He did a fantastic job and when we went home that night, I was sure to show him how good he was. He told me that he was fine with me not being around much, but I sensed he would be happy when my play was done.

Gloria and I were getting along well too, both on and off the stage. I was starting to get nervous that she might be thinking about a more romantic relationship. I wasn’t sure if, or how I should tell her about me not being interested in her in that way. I was hoping that I could wait until after the play was over, so that it wouldn’t affect our chemistry on the stage.

I talked to Carl about it, he asked, “has she asked if you are seeing anyone?”

I replied, “not directly, but she has hinted about it.”

He asked, “what are you going to say if she does ask?”

I shrugged, “I’m not sure, I was thinking that I would say we shouldn’t start anything while we are doing the play.”

He nodded, “that might work, but you really should be honest with her.”

I said, “yes, I know that is the right thing, but if I tell her I am seeing you, she will tell everyone, and I might not get any more parts.”

Carl thought a minute, “if she asks, just tell her you are seeing someone, then just don’t tell her who it is.”

I gave him a kiss, then said, “we only have a week left on the play, so I will just keep avoiding the subject. After the play is over, I won’t see her as often so maybe she won’t bring it up again.”

I made it through the last week of the play without Gloria pushing any further. Carl had also wrapped up his play and we were able to get back a more normal schedule. Of course, we were both picking out the next play that we were going to audition for.

I was back on my schedule at the Roosevelt, and people were recognizing me from my role as Romeo. Having to follow the rules, I would politely smile and thank them, then go about my work serving them.

It had been about a month since the play closed. Mr. Mills seated two couples in my section, one of the men was staring at me as they were seated.

I stepped to their table and said, “good evening, I am Ivan, and I will be your waiter, can I start you off with a cocktail from our bar?”

The man was still looking at me, the smiled, “Romeo, that’s where I know you from. You were Romeo in the play I saw last month. You were very good.”

I returned his smile, “thank you sir.”

They gave me their order and I soon returned with their drinks. As I took their food order, the man continued to stare at me and smile. I blushed as I smiled back and continued to bring them food and refills on their drinks. I couldn’t help but notice how handsome he was. He was maybe a year or two older than I, had dark brown wavy hair, beautiful chocolate brown eyes and smooth olive toned skin. His eyes sparkled when he flashed his flawless smile. We caught each other checking each other our several times. I thought I must be imaging things, he was with a beautiful girl that appeared to be his girlfriend. I told myself that I was reading too much into this, he was just a nice customer that enjoyed my performance at the theatre. The foursome finished their meal, the man gave me one last smile as he and his party left the restaurant. I picked up the cash he left for my tip, he was very generous by the way, under the cash was what appeared to be a business card.

I read the card, “Woody O’Neill” under a business logo that I didn't recognize, then listed an address and a phone number. I wasn’t sure what this meant, I turned the card over, on the back he had written, “suite 203”. As I was trying to understand what was happening, Sam came over to finish clearing the table.

He asked, “what do you got there Ivan?”

I said, “this guy left a card, I’m not sure who he is.”

Sam looked over my shoulder at the card, “Woody O’Neill. I never heard of him, I wonder if he the same as Woodrow O’Neill, the guy that runs Pacific Coast Studios. I figured he was a much older man.”

I tuned to Sam wide eyed, “you mean this guy might work for a movie studio?”

Sam shrugged, “I just know a Woodrow O’Neill runs a studio, I’m not sure if that is the same guy.” He took the last of dishes and headed for the kitchen.

I spent the rest of the night thinking about what had just happened. If this guy did work at a studio, I would regret not at least talking to him. Why did he leave his room number on the back of the card? Was I supposed to go to his room?

I shoved the card in my pocket and finished my shift. We finished our cleaning and Sam was walking toward the door to leave. He looked back at me, “I’d at least give him a call, what do you have to lose?”

I pulled the card out and looked at it again. Sam was right, but why should I wait to call him? He wrote his room number on the card. I walked to the front desk and confirmed that he was a guest in our hotel. I tried to calm my nerves as I walked to the room number written on the card. I arrived at the room, took a deep breath, and gently knocked on the door.

Woody smiled as he opened the door, “Ivan, I am glad you stopped by, please come on in.”

I followed him into his room, he was wearing a loosely closed bath robe. As he motioned for me to sit in a chair, the robe came open a little bit more. My heart started to pound when I realized the robe was the only thing he was wearing. He smiled when he caught me looking at his chest and what appeared to be a nice cock head that was now slightly exposed. He finished untying the belt and let the robe fall completely open. The cock head that I had gotten a glimpse of, was attached to an equally attractive cock of generous proportions. It stood proud of a dark bush and was hanging over two furry plum sized nuts. He reached up and pushed the robe from his shoulders and let it fall to the floor. I scanned up his body, the dark hair around his cock extended up his tight stomach in a narrow line, then spread to cover his broad, muscular chest. He started to walk toward me as I looked up further to see his wide grin and sparkling eyes.

He asked, “do you like what you see?”

My mouth went dry, I just nodded as I adjusted the large bulge that had formed in my already tight trousers. He pulled me to my feet and stepped in closer until our lips met, and he pushed his tongue into my mouth. I wrapped my arms around his bare waist and pulled him tighter.

Woody broke our kiss and grinned, “you have too many clothes on Ivan Romanov.”

Within seconds my clothes were piled on the floor, and we were locked in another kiss. He guided me to the bed, and I fell back with him on top of me. Our bare cocks and chests rubbing together as we continued to push our tongues in and out of each other’s mouths. Woody kissed his way down my chest, I gasped when he took my entire cock into his mouth in one breath. Just as he had me all worked up, he came back up for a kiss and moved around so that I could taste his leaking manhood. He resumed his assault on my cock as I gave his the best sucking I could muster. I let out a loud moan as he worked a finger into my warm, moist pucker. He once again had that grin on his face as he let my cock fall from his mouth and he replaced the finger in my hole with his tongue. Once I had his cock, and he had my hole, coated in our saliva, he asked, “can I fuck you, Ivan Romanov?”

Without taking his cock out of my mouth, I mumbled, “um mmm.”

I pulled my legs up, holding them by my ankles, spread wide apart. I was now fully exposed to anything Woody had to give me.

He once again flashed that smile as he maneuvered between my legs and placed the head of his member at my hole. He came down for a kiss as he slowly pushed into my love tunnel. I felt his nuts against my ass cheeks as I exhaled a deep breath. He hit my sweet spot and pulled back, then pushed again. He was soon pistoning in and out, each time hitting that same spot, sending me into a euphoric trance. Woody could have done anything to me at this point and I would have let him. My engorged cock was trapped between our stomachs, I felt my nuts start to tighten and that familiar tingling down below. I panted, “oh God Woody, I’m going blow my load.” He smiled as he pushed in far as he could, and I glued our fur covered chests together with my sticky seed. Woody’s eyes rolled back in his head as he filled me with his warm, life-giving semen. He collapsed on top of me as his deflating pole slipped out of hole. We shared another kiss as he rolled to my side.

He said, “wow, this wasn’t why I asked you to my room, but I can’t say that I am disappointed.”

I was starting to regain my composure, I asked, “so why did you ask me to your room?”

He chuckled, “yes, I guess I should explain. My father is Woodrow O’Neill, he owns Pacific Coast Studios. I work with him as a talent scout, I would like you to come to the studio and talk to us about coming to work for us, making movies.”

 

To be continued…