Anyway....on the career front, Lou got our demo recorded. We did 5 songs and he shipped it around to various companies. But no-one wanted us. The New Kids on the Block had just curled up and died and everyone thought that phase for music was done. Grunge was in, pop was out. But we kept working because Lou was determined. "It will happen boys!" he would tell us. "If we just keep plugging away, it's gonna happen! I will give everything I have to make you successful" So we did. We kept doing small shows and dinners, conventions, malls. We kept rehearsing, we kept singing, we did it all, over and over and over.

It was around this time, after we did the demo that Sam and Charles left. Lou or someone decided they didn't like Charlie's voice on tape and they wanted him out. Charlie was pretty upset about it, but Lou promised to help him in whatever he wanted to do. He got into another group and quit that and then I think he tried out for another one. I lost touch with him anyway. We got too busy. When we did our demo we recorded two songs that Sam had written, they were alright. I don't even remember them now, but they were good enough for then. Sam decided, after we had recorded the demo, that we couldn't use his songs. He wanted to go solo. He had thought about the "boy band" thing and didn't want to do it anymore. So we were stuck with 3 members and no demo, after all that work.

Lou came in one night and took his frustrations out on me. "You would never leave me, would you Nicky?" he asked, as he rubbed my back after. I nodded 'no' mutely. "You're my little, lovely boy Nicky." I wished he would just leave...he never hung around once he was done with me. "Nicky, I want you to do something special for me, I will show you how and then you can do it for me, okay?" He laid me on the bed on my back and rubbed his hand across my stomach. "Okay Nick, this will feel really good." I just about threw up when he put his mouth on my cock. He wanted me to do that to him? Lou stood up and sat in the chair. "Okay Nicky, my turn. That felt good, didn't it?" I nodded, I had to admit, it felt alright. But come on, I was 13 years old and got an erection from watching chicks in bikinis on pop commercials. It didn't mean I enjoyed it. My dick did I guess, but inside, I thought I was gonna be sick. I stood in front of him and he pushed me down to my knees. "Please do it Nicky." he moaned. I put my lips to his dick and gagged. I tried again and gagged. "Open up." Lou commanded and pushed himself into my mouth. He took a hold of the back of my head, so I couldn't get away. He pushed himself in and out of me and pulled out just as he started to come. I leaned over and threw up on the floor, gasping for breath. "We have to work on that one." Lou muttered, as he zipped up his pants. "Not satisfying at all." He stepped over me and left the room.

Just in case you're wondering....yeah, we worked on that one. Lou said I became an expert. I wouldn't know. I was too drugged out by that time.