Some were students, drop-outs, all sorts. Long hair, short hair, dreadlocks, but to their disappointment, none of that mattered, all of them got a cre...w haircut and identical recognition for being next to nothing.We had a pretty large platoon, about 75 recruits. This went down to around 63 by the end of it, due to either injuries, misconduct, or simply those who decided it wasn't for them and quit while they were ahead. Overall, the platoon was mostly aged in their early to late 20s. There were. Well, why not? BaBoomz is BaBoomz. So, with Pilar’s bemused encouragement, the lad is ... ready. Trying to mask his eagerness with casualness; good luck with that.I put off going into the office so I could watch the first round of auditions. Vanessa has invited the dancers, three at a time, to come to our loft. The Wrigley is only a block south of BaBoomz so the girls should be on time. They were.Stage names, of course. Which I don’t remember. I’ll call them Spring, Summer, and Fall. All were. Well, for most guys. As far as Lance was concerned, her cute little perky ass was perfect and he wouldn't want it any other way. The fact that she never wore a bra or panties at home left him consistently hard whenever this big titted, slim teen was letting her assets bounce every which way. Thankfully, it was a common occurrence. Lance had cum to fantasies of her more times than he could count.Whatever she had come out to his place for was less important than her cellphone, and she was hunched. ”And so Uncle Beau, or Bo, was out of our lives again. I graduated and began my studies at the college but for months after he was gone, he filled my mind every time I jerked off.We followed his career for the next two years as he moved up in rankings and the championship became more of an apparent possibility. But something seemed to suddenly go wrong.He lost a fight, which might not have been so important except he lost it big time. He was pummeled for the first two rounds. It was believed.