Date: Thu, 16 Apr 2009 12:30:57 -0400
From: chris james <drmeta4@gmail.com>
Subject: Adam Conquers Earth, Chapter 1

Dear Reader: this is a story of adult fiction, persons under the age of 18
are not allowed to view this material.

	A new beginning, an old theme. In future chapters you will be asked
to absorb two story lines at once, they are clearly separated, but one
depends upon the other. The characters are not based upon any real persons,
names are chosen at random to fit the author's image of the character.

	However, the lives depicted and the scenes portrayed are close to
reality, and based upon the author's experience and research. Having said
all that, this story is imaginary. No actors, animals or small children
were harmed in the writing of this story. Your comments welcomed. Chris
James.

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        	               Adam Conquers Earth (M/B)

Chapter One

	"Camera Two take a wide shot of Jeremy and Janice, try and include
a bit of the sofa this time, I don't want it to look like they're floating
in air when they kiss. Steady One, stay right on them, just like you
are. Three, move stage left for a head shot on Jeremy after the kiss,
Standby Two, Go Two. Ready Three in five, four, three, two...hold,
Three. What do you mean there's a cable in the way, somebody move the damn
cable. Two, zoom in slowly and cover Three's shot. Is that cable gone yet?"

	The director's voice grated in Brian's headset. The man sounded
like he had been up all night chain-smoking and drinking scotch, his
favorite pastimes. Oh, and the prop girl, he was sweet on the new one the
union had sent over last week.

	Brian wondered why he couldn't get a gig running a camera on a game
show. At least there was an audience to liven things up. No, he had to pull
a gig on Camera One. Beacon's World, the lousiest soap opera on the air.

	"Ok, Standby Three take the close up, in three, two, one, Go
Three. That's it, say the line dummy, put the sweaty hand on her boob, slap
to his face. Standby fade to black. Standby logo, execute fade black, go
logo, go voiceover and credits. Ok, cut, that's a wrap for today. Ginny,
get that head gaffer over here, I want to know who left that damn cable in
the path of my camera."

	The headset went dead as the studio lights came up. Brian pulled
Camera One back to the startup position and hung his headset on the hook
before putting the camera on standby. The maintenance tech would give it a
once over before shutting it down. Brian took his clipboard across to the
stage manager's desk and signed out, noting that there were no problems
with the unit today.

	Beacon's World was in studio C, C for crap they all joked. The
oldest cameras in the building and the rattiest set BulletCom Studios
owned. Martin Bullet would try and squeak by another season with this
junk. At least he knew this show was destined for the trash bin. Lord knows
why the sponsors stayed behind the damn thing. Inside information said that
Janice was bonking the producer and the sponsor. Brian didn't believe that
one bit. She was a lesbian.

	Show business had introduced him to some strange people, but he
liked most of them. Rafferty, the director, was a man on the way down in
his field but you wouldn't know it. He treated the stagehands and camera
men as professionals. Either they made him look good or they all sank
together, and jobs were hard to come by these days.

	The core of this crew had been together for three years already,
cranking out Beacon's World five days a week. With a cast of fifteen actors
and the occasional guest star it had hit the afternoon schedule with a
bang. Competition was fierce in the two o'clock time slot, but for some
damn reason this show had its share of loyal viewers. Brian wasn't one of
them.

	The overhead speakers of the studio intercom clicked on. "Good work
this morning, guys," Rafferty boomed out. "Lunch break in ten minutes, cast
please be back promptly at one-thirty for the script changes and we'll go
with the afternoon run through at three. Technical crew call is at
two-thirty. Thanks guys."

	Brian wandered over to the office to see who was going where for
lunch. Several of the cast members had gathered by the studio door
backstage behind the set to sign out. He saw the new kid sitting on the
desk talking on the studio phone.

	The original boy on the show in the part of Brandon Beacon had been
busted for possession two weeks ago, and the producers fired him the same
day. Bad for the image of the studio and all that. No one bothered to ask
what a fifteen year old boy was doing in possession of six grams of
cocaine.

	So in the blink of an eye old Brandon was replaced with a new
boy. No explanation was given in the script or in studio publicity, zap and
he was there. The new kid, Mark Harrison, seemed to slide right in place
even though the ink on his union card and contract was probably still wet.

	Mark was fourteen and came from one of the local casting
companies. Not a seasoned television actor, he stumbled around on the set a
bit the first week. He'd played parts in several commercials and done some
legit stage work. But he was a virgin in front of the camera lens. Still,
he was a lot better looking than the original boy

	Rafferty had pulled Brian aside the week before and put a hand on
his shoulder. It could only mean that he wanted a favor and probably
something Brian's union wasn't to know about.

	"You're the youngest cameraman I have, Brian," Rafferty said. "The
new boy needs a few pointers, and since Ginny is already overworked I was
wondering if you would talk to the kid about camera etiquette. He'll take
to you like an older brother."

	Older brother? OK, so Brian owed the man a favor, he really had no
choice. At least this boy wasn't snorting up in the Men's room. In fact
Mark was receptive to Brian's businesslike approach and agreed to spend a
few minutes each day learning what the audience saw through the lens of a
camera. Rule one had been, don't scratch any part of your body unless it's
in the script.

	Mark was just getting off the phone when Brian approached.

	"Hey, Brian," He said with a smile. Damn, he sure liked that smile,
and the audience seemed to take to the kid real fast when they saw it.

	"Hello, Mark, going to lunch?"

	"Naw, my aunt can't make it today so I'm stuck here until the run
through."

	Mark lived with his mother's sister, a sweet woman who always
brought enough fresh baked cookies for the whole crew. The family situation
was something Brian had never questioned since most actors liked their
privacy off camera.

	He remembered seeing Mark as a little kid in the cereal commercials
once he was reminded about them, the boy was only ten back then. He'd grown
considerably since those days, topping five feet now. Maybe he would stay
short his whole life. Like a lot of kid actors, his career might depend
upon it.

	But he was skinny too and needed nutrition. "So who's the official
babysitter for you today?" Brian asked.

	"I came in the studio car this morning and reported to Ginny," Mark
replied.

	"Let me talk to her," Brian said, and Mark smiled.

	Rafferty had been right from the beginning, the kid liked
him. Brian worked his way across the set to where Ginny was standing by the
control room door. She looked up and gave him a smile as she talked to the
gaggle of assistants that surrounded her.

	"Make sure that jacket fits him better, you know how Jeremy is."
Ginny always talked about the actors using their character names because it
saved time. Her whole world was about saving time considering the pressures
she endured from all sides. She gave Brian a nod, it was his turn.

	"Can I take the brat to lunch?" Brian asked.

	"No aunt today?" Ginny said as she signed several forms and handed
them out to the waiting production assistants.

	"Nope. Don't want the kid to starve, do we?" Brian asked.

	"Big brother to the rescue, huh? Reading starts at..."

	"One-thirty, I know, we'll be back."

	"Good boy. Next," Ginny said and turned back to the gaggle.

	Brian walked back to where Mark sat with his jacket and hat already
in place.

	"I know she said yes, she always says yes when you ask," Mark
said. "I think she has the hots for you."

	"Not me," Brian said. "Can you imagine anyone getting that close to
Ginny? She might give a boyfriend five minutes tops."

	Both of them laughed as they went out the stage door. Mark followed
Brian down the side of the building and into the lot where the technicians
parked. His Jeep sat in the far corner, testimony to a low rank amongst
peers. The vehicle was white with tinted windows all around to keep out the
hot California sun. Brian's real purpose was to keep rip off artists from
seeing in and stealing the stereo.

	He hit the remote button on the key chain and the alarm beeped off
as the doors unlocked. Mark climbed in on the passenger's side and took off
his jacket and hat. Brian got in and started the engine before setting the
air conditioning on high. The world outside through the glass seemed dark
and yet the inside of the Jeep was blazing hot. Summer in Los Angeles was
not Brian's favorite time of year.

	"It's my treat today, isn't it?" Mark asked.

	"You know very well it is, but I won't hold you to it."

	This part of their relationship had only begun the week before and
Brian was still amazed at what he had discovered about the boy. But then he
had always enjoyed the unexpected ever since being a child. Nothing like
this had ever happened to him before.

	It was the previous Thursday, an afternoon that up until that point
had been memorable only because Rafferty threw a temper tantrum after
shooting the same scene five times. Jeremy and Janice just couldn't make
the chemistry of the scene work out. Rafferty had called for a script
change twice until they got it right and the day was over.

      After taking a half hour break, Brian had returned to the set for
Mark's promised lesson in soap opera 101. The boy had watched himself on
the monitor as Brian taught him about the prompt lights, how to shift focus
from one camera to another without jerking his head around and anything
else he could think of that might help the kid. It was Mark who shifted the
direction of their professional conversation.

	"What if I pop a boner when I'm on camera?" Mark had asked out of
the blue.

	"You're supposed to be wearing a cup," Brian said. "Rafferty made
the last Brandon wear it on every shoot. He would have glued it in place if
he could. That kid was always looking down Janice's cleavage and playing
pocket pool."

	"I sure won't be doing that," Mark said. "What a moron."

	"If you forget then let's just hope the director notices the bulge
and tightens up the shot. No crotch shot, no foul. If we see it first we're
supposed to tell him."

	"You mean like tell him I have a hard on over the intercom?" Mark
said.

	"Yep. I'm supposed to sing out, 'Brandon's got a fat one in his
pants.'"

	"No you're not, that's a lie," Mark said.

	"What, you don't have a fat one?"

	"It's big enough to get the job done," Mark said.

	"OK, just don't cum in your pants, wardrobe will kill you," Brian
laughed.

	Mark came down the steps of the set and grabbed Brian around the
waist. He was feisty enough to try and wrestle the man to the floor, but he
just wasn't strong enough. Brian allowed himself to topple over and lay
there laughing as the boy sat on his chest and tried to hold him down.

      Brian tried to ignore the fact that Mark had a stiff one poking into
his thigh because he didn't understand what the boy was after. Was the kid
turned on by this little wrestling match? Looking down at the boy's crotch,
Brian saw the outline of a hard cock.

      "If I didn't know better I'd say you have the hots for me, little
man," Brian said.

      Mark blushed but didn't get off Brian's chest. Only one way to find
out, Brian freed a hand and grasped the stiff cock through the fabric. Mark
froze and looked down at his face.

      "You like what you got there, big boy?" Mark asked.

      "Would you freak out if I said I did?"

      "No. But I'd suggest we do something about it in the next fifteen
minutes before my aunt shows up," Mark said.

      And so Brian took the boy across the stage to the prop room where he
locked the door and pulled Mark's pants down. The cock he saw looked man
sized even though the boy's body was small. Brian sucked the kid's cock
while the boy responded by thrusting it deeply down his throat. Three
minutes of heavy breathing and Mark groaned as he came. It was hot sex, but
over way too fast.

      "Want me to do you now?" Mark asked as he pulled up his pants.

      "Too soon, let me think about it. I guess you've done this sort of
thing before?"

      "I'm gay, is that what you want to hear? I imagine you are too,
although I never heard of a gay camera man before," Mark said.

      "So you don't make a practice of having sex with camera men?"

      "No, you're my first...camera man that is, I've had sex for
years. How do you think I got those commercial spots when I was ten?"

      "Shit," Brian said, "Does anyone know about that?"

      "Who would I tell?" Mark said. "I trust you'll keep my secret."

      "On my honor, but you're so young."

      "Don't spoil my sex life, I like sucking cock. Give me a chance and
I'll prove it."

      "OK, it's a deal. But we tell no one."

      "Thank you, Brian," Mark said and hugged him tight. "Tomorrow it's my
treat."

      And so their afternoon game had started. Back and forth, first Mark
and then Brian. They enjoyed satisfying each other. Timing had been
critical since the boy's aunt showed up promptly at six to pick him
up. This would be the first time they had a whole two hours alone and right
in the middle of the day.

      "I suppose we should eat," Brian said. "Fasten your seat belt."

      "Got anything at your place?" Mark asked.

      "I suppose I could find something. You really want to go there?"

      "My aunt is sitting down at a cattle call with my demo tape right
about now. I arranged for her to get stuck in a waiting room with several
dozen mothers whose kids want a spot on a new sit-com. Brian, I set this up
so we could have time alone, and you ask if I want to go to your
apartment?"

      Brian laughed as they pulled out through the studio gate into light
traffic. The kid was really amazing. Twenty minutes later they pulled into
the townhouse apartment complex and parked in front of the door.

      "I give us an hour tops," Brian warned. "Ginny will kill me if we get
back late."

      "A whole hour," Mark said, poking him in the ribs. "We better get
moving."

      The boy started to undress the minute the door was closed. Shedding
his shirt and shoes, Mark shucked out of his jeans and underwear, leaving
only his socks in place.

      "Are we there yet? Come on slow poke."

      Mark tugged at Brian's clothes and half a minute later they were both
naked.

      "Which way is the bedroom?" Mark asked, pulling Brian down the hall.

      Mark was all over him the moment they lay on the bed. The boy wasn't
kidding when he said he liked to suck cock, it was like sex with a vacuum
cleaner. Brian managed to lift the boy up and turn him around so that he
could do some sucking himself.

      This went on for several minutes and then Mark pulled away. "I want
you to fuck me."

      "Whoa, I don't think you're ready for that."

      "Yes I am," Mark insisted.

      "Let me guess, the cereal guy again?"

      "No, I was too young for that. I've never had a guy fuck me before,
but I do have a bitchin dildo I've been working with. Come on, you would be
the first."

      "I'm afraid I'll hurt you and you won't be one hundred percent for
this afternoon," Brian said.

      "Then let me ride your cock. I'll be the judge of if it hurts or
not."

      A condom, a dab of lube and Mark was sitting right down on Brian's
cock. The kid must have practiced with a large bitchin dildo.

      With the boy bouncing up and down in his lap, Brian grabbed the kid's
cock and started jerking it. Mark started moaning and groaning right away
and finally came just as Brian unloaded in the condom.

      "Whew, that was some ride," Mark said, rolling off Brian's lap.

      "Yeah, but look at it this way, we got it in one take."

      Mark snuggled up beside him. "You think the show will go another
season?" He asked.

      "I'm surprised it made it this far, I expect we'll both be out of
work in a few months." Looking at the bedside clock Brian realized they
were running out of time. "Come on, we have thirty minutes to shower, eat
something and get back to work."

      Mark tried to blow him in the shower but Brian wasn't ready to play
around just yet. He was thinking about sitting in the union office
wondering if there was another job out there with his name on it.

      They grabbed a ham and cheese sandwich, a handful of cookies and an
apple before leaving the apartment.

      "You going to invite me to your place again?" Mark asked.

      "Lord, yes," Brian laughed. "We seem to do better here than in the
prop room, don't you think?"

      "It's just a matter of timing," Mark said. "My aunt keeps pretty
close tabs on me."

      "I would too if I was in her shoes."

      They made the studio lot with three minutes to spare. Mark headed off
to the green room for the read through while Brian wandered over to the
office. Ginny was sitting at her desk crying, something he'd never seen her
do before.

      "We're in the toilet, Brian," she sniffled. "Bullet called about an
hour ago and said Walco pulled their sponsorship. We all knew the ratings
were going down, I just didn't expect it to happen so fast. They're telling
the cast right now."

      "How long before they pull the plug?" Brian asked.

      "Today, now. Oh, you'll get credit for the week, but I'd call the
union if I were you," Ginny said.

      "Aw, shit. I'm sorry Ginny. You shouldn't worry. Lots of companies
out there would hire you in a minute."

      "Yeah, but I liked this gig. I've been here since the beginning,"
Ginny said.

      "Rafferty probably went ballistic," Brian said.

      "You got that right, he's over at Bullet's office right now," Ginny
laughed. "Says he's had it, gonna kick some ass, but I know better. Uh oh,
here comes the cast."

      Brian looked up as Jeremy and the others came walking out onto the
set. Mark was standing there beside Janice who had her arm across the boy's
shoulders. Brian wandered over to see what they were saying.

      "Hey, Brian...did you hear?" Mark asked.

      "Yeah, I'm sorry. You were just getting started here."

      "He'll do just fine," Janice said, "Won't you Marky?"

      "Yes ma'am, but it won't be this much fun," The boy replied, looking
up at Brian.

      The cast sat around on the living room set waiting for Rafferty to
arrive. Brian pulled the crew aside one by one as they arrived for the
afternoon taping session and gave them the news. About half the crew walked
out and headed across town for the union office, the others sat around in
shock.

      Rafferty arrived just before three and confirmed that Bullet had
pulled the plug. Mark sat on a bench in the corner talking to Brian; both
of them worried that this might be their last conversation.

      "I don't want to lose what we have," Mark said. "Will you come see
me?"

      "I'd like that, but what do we tell your aunt?"

      "I don't know, but I'll think of something. Will you get work again
soon?"

      "Don't know, maybe some remote assignment with a news crew, but the
studio work is pretty well tied up," Brian said. "You have my number at
home. Keep in touch and let me know what you're doing."

      Mark was about to suggest they sneak off when his aunt walked through
the studio door. Unlike the somber group on the set she was all smiles as
she came across to where her nephew sat.

      "Mark, they want to see you," she said.

      "Who?" Mark asked.

      "They liked your audition tape. They want to interview you for the
sit-com role tomorrow."

      "Really? That's great," Brian said, introducing himself to the woman.

      Mark explained to his aunt what had happened to Beacon's World and
she shook her head.

      "I'm sorry this was so short-lived, but now you have another chance."

      "Go for it, Mark, you'll like comedy, it's a bigger challenge."

      "Brian has been coaching me on the set," Mark told her, "I was just
starting to learn things."

      "Well if Brian gets any free time maybe the lessons can
continue. Would you like that?" she asked.

      "Yes, I would," The boy said.

      Mark's aunt fished in her purse and handed Brian a business
card. "Please call when you get some free time and we'll make the
arrangements."

      "Thank you," Brian said, looking down at the card. All it said was
Mark Harrison and the home number. "I'll be sure to call."

      Mark gave Brian a big hug. "Knock them dead tomorrow," Brian said,
"You know you can."

      "Call me," Mark said. He left with his aunt and Brian was sure the
relationship was gone for good.

      Like the rest of the crew, Brian wandered across town to the union
office and put his name on a list. Wait, they told him, just wait a
while. He went grocery shopping and then went home to wait.

      Brian went jogging again the next morning. It took a lot to keep a
twenty-four year old body in shape if all you did was sit around and
worry. He cleaned the apartment from top to bottom, something he now had
lots of time to accomplish. On the third day Brian went jogging and came
home to find a message flashing on the answering machine.

      Brian hesitated and punched the button. Whoops of joy burst forth
from the tiny speaker followed by Mark's babbling words. "I got the part,
can you tell? My aunt is down working with my agent on a contract. Where
are you? Please call me immediately."

      Brian hit the return dial and waited for the ring. Mark picked up on
the second tone.

      "Brian, it's you. Oh, we have caller ID in case you didn't know."

      "Congratulations on the part, I hope it's a big one," Brian said.

      "Starring role. I mean big bucks. I still can't believe it, I keep
pinching myself. What are you doing?"

      "Waiting," Brian said.

      "Oh, can you come over here?" Mark asked.

      "I don't know if that's a good idea, your aunt might not like it."

      "Don't see why, it was her idea," Mark laughed.

      "What? Uh, does she know about us?"

      "Heavens no, I just have an idea I want to float past you, but I want
you here so we can talk," Mark said.

      "Uh, OK. Where do you live?"

      Mark gave him directions and Brian said he would be there in about an
hour before hanging up. What was the kid up to?

      They lived in a nice suburban home, California style. The front yard
was walled in and filled with palm trees. Brian parked in the drive next to
a pool service van. Did Mark's uncle work for a pool service? The boy had
never mentioned the man or what he did.

      Mark leapt in his arms when the door opened. "Oh, Brian, it's so good
to see you." Smothering Brian with kisses before being pushed off.

      "What if someone sees us?" Brian said.

      "There's no one here except the pool man out fixing the filter," Mark
said.

      "No uncle?"

      "He's been dead for three years," Mark replied. "Sorry, I never got
much of a chance to tell you about my family. It's just me and my aunt
now."

      "Oh, I'm sorry."

      "So come on, let me show you my room," Mark said.

      If he hadn't known Mark was fourteen the room would have said it loud
and clear.

      "Sorry for the mess," Mark said, "I haven't been myself all day."

      "When does your aunt get home?" Brian asked.

      "She's gonna call me later and see where I want to eat dinner. We're
going out to celebrate and I want you to come along."

      "Oh, I didn't dress to go out."

      "It won't be fancy, we're not that kind of people," Mark said. "Want
to go for a swim?"

      "I didn't bring a suit either," Brian said. "And what about that pool
man?"

      "He's probably done, we'll go check."

      The guy was finished and just filling out his paperwork. He told Mark
that he had replaced a leaky valve that was bleeding air into the filter
tank. Mark thanked the man and locked the gate behind him.

      "Ready for that swim?" Mark asked.

      "And you're sure your aunt won't be home any time soon?" Brian asked.

      "She'll call first, trust me," Mark said.

      It had probably been ten years since he'd been naked in a pool, but
it all came back in a flash. Gary Larson's party, six guys, all naked in
his pool. Brian didn't get laid but some of the guys had fun.

      Mark stripped right down and dove in, Brian was a lot slower. He
couldn't keep his eyes off that compact little body. A few wisps of hair in
his armpits and a dark brown bush above his cock, and that was it for
Mark's body hair. His equipment looked huge on that small frame, but it
suited him very nicely.

      And the boy didn't mind him looking either, posing every chance he
got. At one point Mark lay back with an erection sticking up out of the
water like a periscope.

      "Like it?" Mark asked.

      "You know I do. Bring it over here and I'll kiss it," Brian said.

      Mark laughed and swam over. "I forgot to tell you, you're expected to
have a chat with my aunt over dinner."

      "You said we were going to have a chat. What about?"

      "I want to make you a job offer," Mark said.

      "Oh. Never been paid for what we do," Brian laughed.

      "No, seriously. I want you to coach me. I need a line coach and
someone to help me with blocking on the set," Mark said.

      "But I don't have any experience in doing that."

      "I think you do, and I was just trying to keep us together," Mark
said.

      "Look, you have a big part in this new show. Don't you think it will
require a real professional? If all you want me to do is hang out with you
I'll do that. But don't do yourself a disservice by hiring me and expecting
to get what you need."

      "Brian, you don't get it. I already know about blocking and
memorizing lines. I spent lots of time on the stage. I don't really need
the help. But my aunt doesn't know that, she's overwhelmed by all of
this. You'll be more of a minder which is little more than a professional
word for babysitter."

      "So all I do is sit around and look pretty?" Brian asked.

      "Hell no, I'm gonna work your ass off and pay you for it."

      Mark mentioned a figure that was considerably above what Brian had
made the past three years. If the show crapped out he could always go back
behind a camera, so what was making him hesitate?

      "But will this interfere with us?" Brian asked.

      "You're asking if this will make you feel like a whore, the money I
mean."

      "Maybe, won't it change the way you feel about me?"

      Mark's eyes bored into Brian's, and the boy's features
softened. "I've only known you like two weeks, Brian. But I find myself
thinking about you all the time. To you maybe I'm just a kid and you think
I don't know what I'm doing. But I do know and I'm afraid of losing you."

      He was close to tears and Brian pulled him close, hugging him
tightly. He was just a kid, but this said he was telling the truth. The
idea of working for Mark made Brian a little nervous.

      Would they still share these feelings as they grew older? What if
Mark met someone he liked better? Adolescents were anything but stable
creatures. And as if sensing those doubts Mark raised his head and looked
Brian in the eye.

      "This scares you, doesn't it?" he asked.

      "Honestly, yes it does. I've never had a relationship with someone so
young."

      Not exactly true, but Mark didn't need to know that. The others had
been in it for the money. None of them had ever mentioned love. But did he
love this boy? Think Brian, it's really important. Yes they could have
love, he's worth loving. They just didn't know each other very well.

      "I won't always be fourteen," Mark said. "Would it have mattered if
we had waited until I was older? I'm old enough for the kind of sex you
want."

      "But sex isn't always the most important thing in a relationship. The
age isn't really a factor, I'm just a big kid at heart, you know that, and
I don't want to grow up. But I guess you figured that out already," Brian
said.

      "I never knew my father," Mark said, "It's probably why I'm attracted
to older guys."

      "Probably. How much older?" Brian asked.

      "Well, it's not like I'm sleeping around at the retirement home,"
Mark said. "It's more like you give me advice, you're my friend, I respect
you."

      "Where is your mother?" Brian asked.

      Mark sighed. "I haven't seen her since I was five years old. I don't
know the whole story, but she's in some kind of hospital. My Aunt Rosie
won't tell me why, but I think she had a breakdown. Rosie has been my only
family for a while now. Uncle Fred was sick a long time and the two of us
had to take care of him until he died. Rosie says I have cousins in Texas
but she's lost touch with them."

      "So I'm the chosen father figure and your lover. That puts a lot of
pressure on me."

      "I want you in my life, and Rosie understands at least part of
that. We've never talked about my sexuality and I don't try to act like the
little gay boy in front of her. I like being a regular guy and so do
you. It's why this will work. Don't you want a boyfriend that will be
around a long time?"

      "Can you really be ready to commit yourself like that?" Brian asked.

      "If it's a partnership, yes I can. You become the man in my life and
I'll bust my butt making a living for the both of us. Rosie has her own
money as you can see but I want to help her out too."

      "Maybe I'm crazy but when you put it like that I want to give it a
try," Brian said. "But I'm worried about what Rosie might think of me if
she found out. There are certain legal issues I don't want to get involved
in."

      "Rosie's the easy part; I'm probably the one you'll have to worry
about. But I do well in school, I don't wipe my nose on my sleeve and I
never fart in polite company."

      "OK, that did it, we're partners," Brian said.

      Mark kissed him for the longest time and made Brian realize there was
a lot to love about this boy. They lay naked on the lounge chairs for a
while and talked about the new show which they hadn't even named yet.

      Mark was to play an alien who landed on Earth to satisfy his
curiosity. The rip off on Mork and Mindy, My Favorite Martian and Third
Rock from the Sun was certainly apparent. Those shows had all been hits in
their time, but this time the alien was just a kid on his own.

       Mark's character was an alien adolescent assuming the role of human
with all the problems a normal seventh grade human faces. He said the first
script ideas he read were winners and Brian believed him. The ground from
this angle had to be fertile for a great comedy show.

      In fact as they talked Mark revealed that the producers and writers
were leaning heavily upon him for suggestions about the character. Mark's
first choice was his name, Adam.

      "Think of Adam, like the one in the Bible, as the first human on the
planet," Mark said. "Did he appear as a man or child? He has no previous
experience, everything is new. He's really alien just like the
character. Plop him down in a California middle school environment and
watch the fireworks. The writers totally loved the angle on life. I figure
this will be good for five or six years until I graduate high school."

      "Only the ratings will tell," Brian laughed. "Just think of all the
girl actors that you'll get to kiss. And the little girl fans too."

      "Yeah, well there had to be a down side. No one can ever find out I'm
gay or the show goes down the toilet."

      "You could have fun with the sexual identity thing, after all what do
aliens know about sex?" Brian said.

      "Good point, but let's get the ratings first, OK?" Mark said. "The
pilot gets shot in two months on location. They already have a school and a
house picked out, no sets in this one."

      "Location stuff, quite a technical challenge for lighting and sound,"
Brian said.

      "See, you do know things about this that can be useful. Have faith,
Brian, we're gonna get rich. But right now I'm horny."

      Brian mounted the boy right out there in the open beside the pool. If
a news crew had been flying overhead in a helicopter they would have had
quite a story on their hands. But Brian had barely finished jetting off in
the boy's ass when the phone rang. Rosie was on her way and any thoughts
they might have about an instant replay were immediately dampened.

      "Maybe we should shower before she gets here," Brian suggested.

      "Good idea, I hate the smell of chlorine," Mark said.

      Mark wanted to shower together like before, and showering with a boy
had always been one of Brian's passions. Not knowing exactly when Rosie
would arrive, getting clean should be the real objective. Mark wanted to
shampoo Brian's hair and received a blow while rubbing lather into his
scalp.

      Rosie arrived shortly after Brian got dressed and they sat down in
the living room together while Mark dressed. A slight woman of about
forty-five, she had worked in a law office until her husband got so very
sick. There was family money and the insurance left by her late husband.

      "We never had children," Rosie said, "But Mark is like a son to me."

      "He told me about his mother," Brian said. "Is there no chance that
she will...?"

      "No," she said, interrupting him. "Mary Anne has a degenerative brain
condition and the doctors are surprised she lasted this long. Mark is very
lucky. He had a younger brother but the boy only lived a few days because
of her condition. I've had him tested several times but there is no sign of
the genetic defect that she has."

      	"This must be so hard for you both," Brian said.

	"Mark has accepted it for what it is. I don't think he remembers
her very much anymore."

	"He has you, and from what I've seen he loves and respects you very
much."

	"He pushes me to the limit sometimes, but he's so talented. That's
why I agreed to his plan regarding you, Brian. He needs someone in the
business to guide him, but more than that he needs a role model."

	"I've already told him that I'm not old enough to be a father
figure, an older brother maybe, and he seems to accept that."

	"Then maybe you can help me," Rosie said. "Mark seems to have quite
a challenge ahead with this role he's accepted, but I don't want him to
change. Too many child actors seem to end up in trouble and if I didn't
trust him so much then I wouldn't have allowed this to happen. He respects
you, Brian, he'll listen to you."

	"I understand what you're asking, and I agree. Mark has a chance
for a good career with this show. I won't let anything change that. As he
gets older it may be more difficult, but we'll have to deal with it and
I'll keep a steady eye on him."

	They got no further in the conversation because Mark walked in the
room.

	"You two getting along?" He asked.

	"Just planning your future, dear," Rosie said.

	They went out to dinner at a little Italian place Mark said was
Rosie's favorite. Mark put away a large plate of pasta and Brian said he
would be joining the morning jog circuit starting tomorrow. If Mark was to
be under Brian's care then his physical health was part of the
responsibility. Fortunately, the kid didn't have an ounce of flab on his
body.

	The three of them sat at Rosie's kitchen table and looked over
Mark's contracts. At ten o'clock Brian suggested the boy should go to bed
and he should go home.

	"I'll be here at seven o'clock sharp for our morning run," Brian
said.

	"Seven? Why so early?" Mark groaned.

	"Shooting starts in several weeks. You need to be in fighting trim
for costume measurements. It will keep your brain sharp for all those
script reading sessions and makeovers. Besides, I want the company."

	Rosie chuckled and Brian saw her smiling at them both. "I'll make
sure he's up," she said.

	Brian got up to go but stopped and knelt down beside Mark's
chair. "Make me a promise," He said. "If you listen to what Rosie and I
tell you, and trust us to look out for your best interests, then I promise
we'll do everything in our power to make you the next big star in this
town."

	Brian put a hand on Mark's head. "Fame is the hardest part of being
an actor. So many people will try and change you to their image of
success. Be yourself, Mark, resist change. Always remain the sweet
intelligent boy you are at heart and the world will move over to make room
for you. Remember, Rosie and I will be there to guide you because we care
for you and nothing will change that."

	"Amen," Rosie whispered.

	Mark threw his arms around Brian's neck and he stood up, carrying
the boy with him. Mark clung to him and the three of them stood there a
minute before they realized Mark was crying. Rosie took the dish towel and
blotted the tears from his cheeks. Mark took a deep breath and
sighed. Brian held Mark in his arms as if he weighed nothing.

	Mark looked at him and then at Rosie. "I love you both so much," He
said. "I promise. Whatever it takes, I promise I'll do what ever you ask of
me."

	With that said Rosie leaned in and kissed them both on the
cheek. She turned away with tears in her eyes and Mark planted a wet kiss
on Brian's lips behind her back.

	"I'll see you both in the morning, seven sharp," Brian said. He put
a hand on Rosie's shoulder and gave it a gentle squeeze. "Glad to be a part
of your team, Rosie."

	"I'll walk you to the door," Mark said.

	"Good night, Brian. Drive carefully," Rosie called as they walked
towards the front door. They stepped outside on the front porch and Mark
closed the door behind them .
	Brian threw his arms around Mark and solidly kissed him on the
lips. "So you just said you love me in front of Rosie, was that wise?" He
asked.

	"But, I do love you, Brian. Rosie won't think of it in sexual
terms. I'd love you even if we didn't have sex."

	Brian stared into his eyes. "I believe you mean that and I'm
flattered, thank you. I wasn't sure until just now but I can honestly say I
love you too. You are the most amazing young creature I've ever met. I love
you, Mark."

	"Oh, you say that to all the boys," Mark replied, but Brian could
see he was bursting with joy at the declaration.

	"No, I don't. There has never been anyone in my life like you. This
is going to be so much fun. We'll run a few miles tomorrow and we can talk
about how love feels."

	"It feels real fine," Mark said, and he kissed Brian deeply.

	"You better go inside and get to bed," Brian said. "Rosie will be
wondering what we're doing out here. Just be careful what you say to her,
OK?"

	"Good night, Brian, I love you."

	"And I love you too. Go on to bed, and have sweet dreams," Brian
said.

	Mark turned to open the door and then looked back at him. "I'll be
dreaming about you," He said, and gave Brian the most wicked grin he'd ever
seen.

	Brian drove home thinking about being in love with a boy. It felt
like puppy love, adolescent fantasy mixed with adult sexual feelings. He
had a new job that would either be the beginning of a wonderful career or
his worst nightmare. Both would be the direct result of Mark's actions, it
was going to be his choice.

	Fame, money and bad habits always seemed to be thrown together in
this town. Beacon's World had ruined one boy, and now Brian was determined
that nothing bad was going to happen to this one.