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ST: The Agency 04 (t/t,exhib,no sex) 
 
ST: The Agency 04 (t/t,exhib,no sex) 

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The usual disclaimers apply: don't read if you are prohibited by 
location, are under legal age, or if you are likely to be offended 
by explicit descriptions of gay sex. The story is pure fiction and 
is not based on any actual events. 
 
 
The Agency: Chapter 4 - Outdoor Shoot 
by 
Gymnopedies


It was a little after two when Damian arrived to collect Bryan. The 
thirteen-year-old was standing at the window, watching for Damian's 
car, and he rushed out to meet it as soon as it appeared. In truth, 
he was looking forwards to getting out of the house for while. 
Sunday lunch had involved yet another row between his brother, 
Robert, and their father. It had focussed mainly on Robert's claim 
that Bryan was the favourite and got all the attention, and there 
had been a good deal of shouting on both sides before Robert had 
gone up to his room, slamming the door behind him. Since then there 
had been a rather cool atmosphere in the house, with Bryan's mum and 
dad talking in subdued voices, discussing ways in which they might 
try to get through to Robert and get him to modify his behaviour.

As Bryan approached the photographer's car he saw Jon already 
sitting in the back seat and he gave his friend a wave. "Hi Damian. 
Do I need to bring anything?" he asked, through the open front 
window.

"Only yourself," the man replied. "I think I've got everything we're 
likely to need."

Bryan waved back at his dad, who was watching from the window of the 
house, and then he climbed into the rear seat of the car, next to 
Jon.

"Where are we going?" Bryan asked.

"Not far," Damian replied. "There's a nice spot out in the country 
that we sometimes use for our outdoor shoots; it's about thirty 
minutes away. There's lots of grass and trees and even a stream."

"OK," said Bryan, blandly. As far as he was concerned, a few trees 
and some water were not something to get especially excited about. 
He settled back and began to chat with Jon, telling the boy about 
the problems at home and how horrible Robert was being.

Jon listened sympathetically, pointing out that his sister was 
equally as bad, but that his older brother, Jack, was really cool 
and that Bryan should come over sometime and meet him. "You could 
even stay the night," Jon suggested, eagerly. "Jack sometimes has 
friends to stay and sometimes even Toby has someone stay over. It's 
a bit cramped because the three of us share a room, and when we have 
someone stay somebody has to sleep on a mattress on the floor, but 
it will be fun."

"Yeah, I guess," said Bryan, taken by surprise by Jon's sudden, 
enthusiastic offer and not overly keen on the idea of sharing a 
cramped room with three boys, two of whom he had never even met.

"You'll come then?" Jon pressed.

"Erm, yeah, maybe one day in the school holidays." The summer 
holidays were still a couple of weeks away. At least this would give 
Bryan plenty of time to think about the idea and, if necessary, come 
up with a decent excuse.

"Great," Jon grinned. "It will be so cool."

"Almost there, guys," Damian said, eventually, as the car turned off 
the road and onto a narrow dirt track. The travelled for another 
half mile or so, and then Damian pulled the car to a stop.

Bryan and Jon climbed out and looked around. They stood in a grassy 
area, surrounded by bushes and trees. A short distance from the car 
was a small stream, about a yard across, its water sparkling coolly 
as it rippled along, reflecting the bright sunlight.

"While I get the camera sorted, you two can get changed into your 
shorts," said Damian, opening the boot of the car. He held out two 
pairs of shorts, one red, the other dark blue. "You take the red 
pair, Jon, since they'll work better with your shirt. You can use 
your own shirts for now; you'll be taking them off soon anyway. Oh, 
and you'd be best taking your underwear off before you put the 
shorts on since you might end up getting wet before we're done. 
Don't worry," he added, with a grin, "the shorts have a proper 
lining inside to stop your bits and pieces from falling out. Better 
take off your shoes and socks as well." Both boys were wearing T-
shirts; Jon's was mostly yellow with a couple of vertical white 
stripes on one side, and Bryan's was pale blue with a dark blue, 
horizontal stripe across the chest.

Jon accepted the shorts from Damian and passed the blue pair to 
Bryan, then promptly kicked off his shoes and began pulling off his 
socks.

After just a moment's hesitation, Bryan followed his friend's 
example. He wasn't keen on the idea of taking off his under-shorts 
right here in full view of not only Jon and Damian, but of anyone 
else who might happen along, and he briefly considered going behind 
one of the bushes. But Jon seemed quite happy to get changed here in 
the open, which meant that Bryan had to do the same in order to 
avoid losing face. Jon didn't even turn away, and this meant, of 
course, that Bryan couldn't turn away either. The sandy-haired teen 
self-consciously stepped out of his underwear, unable to avoid 
casting a quick glance at Jon, who was also naked from the waist 
down and was making no effort to hide the fact that he was having a 
good look at Bryan's body, and his exposed groin in particular.

Bryan tried to stop himself from blushing, acutely aware that though 
they were both the same age, Jon had far more in the way of pubes 
than he did and for some reason he found this fact extremely 
embarrassing. He hurried to step into the shorts, wishing that Jon 
would stop looking at him. Still, he could hardly complain, since 
hadn't he himself had a good look at Jon just the day before? At 
least Damian appeared to be totally absorbed with his camera and 
wasn't watching the boys change.

In complete contrast to the studio shoots, here it took only a few 
moments to get ready and most of the time was spent on the actual 
photography. Damian told the boys to "act naturally" and immediately 
began to take pictures of the two of them, getting them to sit 
together on the grass, as if talking, and then lie back on the 
grass, side by side. At first Bryan felt quite awkward; how on earth 
were you supposed to "act natural" when you didn't really know what 
you were supposed to be doing? But after a few minutes he began to 
relax and become less conscious of the camera. He even started to 
enjoy himself, especially when Damian set the boys to climbing one 
of the trees and swinging from the branches. After a while, Damian 
got them to take off their shirts, and go through more or less the 
same poses that they'd previously done with their shirts on. It was 
a pleasantly warm day, not too hot, and Bryan found the cool breeze 
on his body surprisingly refreshing.

"Right, lets do some shots with the two of you closer together," the 
photographer suggested. He had them stand side by side with their 
arms around each other's shoulders and took a couple of photographs. 
He then asked Jon to stand behind Bryan and put his arms around his 
friend, with his hands resting on Bryan's chest. Having the other 
boy touching him like this made Bryan feel a little uncomfortable, 
even though Jon's warm hands resting gently on his skin felt rather 
nice. Next they had to change round and it was Bryan's turn to stand 
at the back with his hands on the front of Jon's bare torso. He 
heard the dark-haired boy giggle softly. This shot was followed by 
one in which they had to turn more towards each other and each place 
a hand onto the other's chest and stare directly into each other's 
eyes. This last one took several attempts, because as soon as their 
eyes met, both boys would immediately dissolve into laughter.

Damian shook his head good naturedly. "You two are hopeless," he 
said. "But I think I've got what I need, so let's do something a 
little different. You can laugh all you want in this next set, since 
the whole idea is to show you having a good time. I want you to 
wrestle on the grass."

"Wrestle?" Jon looked a little worried and he glanced at Bryan.

"Here, let's get you started," Damian suggested. He showed them how 
to hold each other and told them to try to get each other down onto 
the ground.

Both youngsters soon got into the spirit of it, and in no time at 
all they were laughing, as each tried to topple the other. Jon was 
the first to go down, and Bryan followed through, landing atop the 
boy. However, Jon wasn't going to give up quite so easily, and he 
somehow managed to loop his leg around Bryan's chest. They fought 
for several minutes until they were both completely breathless and 
laughing helplessly.

"You were terrific," Damian told them, grinning broadly. "Now just 
one more set. This is where it gets messy." He led the boys over to 
the stream, indicating a short muddy stretch along the bank. "I want 
each of you to get a good handful of mud, and the objective is to 
make the other person as dirty as possible. There's no throwing 
allowed; you have to actually rub the mud on with your hand. You can 
rub it anywhere you like, but try to avoid the hair and be careful 
around each other's faces. The one who is still the cleanest at the 
end gets first billing when the pictures go on the website, so 
you're battling to decide whether we end up with "Jon and Bryan" or 
"Bryan and Jon".

As Damian stepped back out of the way, both of the thirteen-year-
olds scooped up a large handful of the dark, gooey, slightly smelly 
mud and then stood looking at each other as if unsure about how to 
start. Without warning, Jon suddenly lunged forwards and smeared the 
gunk across Bryan's chest and then leaped back out of range, 
giggling loudly. That was all it took; war was declared. Bryan 
retaliated by grabbing Jon's arm and pulling him close, spreading 
mud across the boy's back and shoulders as Jon struggled to free 
himself. Bryan wasn't particularly bothered about whether his name 
appeared first or second on the website, but there was a principle 
at stake; the winning was far more important than any prize at the 
end of it. The whole exercise soon turned into a repeat of the 
earlier wrestling match, only this time in the mud rather on the 
grass. Soon they were both covered in the stuff from head to toe. At 
one point, Bryan managed to get Jon down onto his back and quickly 
sat astride him, but a moment later the dark-haired youngster had 
bucked him off and Bryan found himself face down on the muddy bank. 
Before he could find enough purchase to lever himself up, he felt a 
hand pull open the elastic waistband at the back of his shorts and 
he gave cry of dismay as Jon flicked a handful of mud down inside 
the garment. 

"You're going to be sorry for that," Bryan laughed, struggling to 
get to his knees and lurch after Jon, who had tried to escape but 
had fallen as his feet had slid out beneath him. Bryan quickly 
scooped up a dollop of mud and leaped on top of Jon, who had managed 
to wriggle around onto his back. A desperate struggle followed as 
Bryan tried to turn Jon onto his stomach in order to return the 
indignity that the boy had performed on him, but Jon stubbornly 
resisted. In the end, Bryan grabbed the front of Jon's shorts and 
pulled the waistband open.

"Nooo!" howled Jon, fighting to escape, as Bryan mercilessly flicked 
the mud down inside the front of the boy's shorts.

Bryan turned away and managed to crawl up onto the grassy bank and a 
moment later Jon joined him there. They both lay laughing and 
panting.

Damian stood over them, ginning down. "That went way beyond what I'd 
expected," he laughed. "I'm not sure how much of what I've got will 
be of any use, but it was worth the trip out here just to watch 
that, even without any of the pictures. I really don't think I could 
choose a winner though."

The young teens pulled themselves to their feet and stood looking at 
each other. They were both thoroughly coated in the almost black 
mud. The sight caused them to break into a renewed fit of giggling.

"You'd better get yourselves cleaned up, before it starts to dry 
on," Damian suggested. "Get your shorts off and get into the water."

"Take off our shorts?" Bryan stopped laughing.

"Well considering you have mud on the inside as well as the outside, 
it would seem to be the best idea," Damian pointed out.

Bryan looked at the camera in Damian's hand. "You're not going to 
take pictures, are you?"

"I'm done taking pictures for today," the photographer assured the 
boy. "Go ahead and get cleaned up. I've some towels for you when 
you're done."

Bryan still felt uncertain, but it really didn't look like he had 
much choice; he could hardly go home like this.

"Come on, Bryan, it'll be fun," Jon laughed. He pushed down his own 
shorts and tossed them up onto the bank before stepping naked into 
the ankle deep water. "Urgh! It's cold," he gasped.

Reluctantly, Bryan removed his own shorts and followed his friend. 
The water was indeed cold, and this soon took his mind off his 
nudity. The bottom of the stream seemed to be stony rather than 
muddy, and Bryan stepped carefully, so as to avoid slipping. When he 
glanced up, he saw Jon, a few feet away, kneeling in the water, his 
legs open, unconcernedly washing the mud from his groin. Bryan 
quickly looked away, concentrating on his own washing.

Because the stream was so shallow, the only way to get properly 
clean was to lay down in it. Bryan forced himself to lie on his 
back, gasping from the cold, as he splashed the icy water over his 
body. As he sat up he found that Jon had finished cleaning himself 
and was kneeling close by, rinsing the worst of the mud out of both 
pairs of shorts.

"Wakes you up, doesn't it?" Jon laughed, shivering with cold. "If 
you're done, let's go get dried."

"Yeah, I think I'm done," Bryan replied.

The distance back to the car seemed to have doubled; an obvious 
consequence of having to walk it naked. Jon didn't seem particularly 
bothered, Bryan noticed, but he could feel himself cringing as 
Damian stood by the car watching them approach. It didn't help that 
the water had made his already thin pubes practically invisible, and 
the cold had caused his dick to shrink and his balls to contract 
into a tight little mound; he felt like a little boy under the man's 
watchful gaze.

However, Damian didn't comment. He simply gave both boys a warm 
smile and wrapped them in huge, soft towels. "Give yourselves a good 
rub to get warmed up," he suggested, then went on to rub each of 
their backs in turn through the thick towels.

As soon as he was dry, Bryan wasted no time in pulling on his under-
shorts and getting dressed. It felt good to be dressed in his own 
clothes again.

"That was amazing," said Jon, grinning. "I loved it."

"You mean you actually enjoyed all of that?" Bryan asked.

"Yeah, didn't you?"

Bryan thought about it, and then he too grinned and nodded. He had 
enjoyed it all, he realised; the wrestling, the mud, even the part 
where he'd been naked in the icy water. "Yeah," he said. "It was 
pretty good."




Jon waved off Damian and Bryan, watched the car disappear out of the 
end of the street, and then turned to go into his front gate. Today 
really had been amazing; he couldn't recall a time when he'd enjoyed 
himself so much. When his mother had first suggested he try 
modelling, he had never dreamed it would be like this. At first he 
had gone along merely to make her happy; she was still disappointed 
with him for giving up the dancing and for not making more effort 
with the drama classes, and Jon knew that it would not be a good 
move to dig his heels in and refuse to at least try the modelling. 
However, right from the very first shoot he'd found that he loved 
it. One especially good point was that he didn't have to worry about 
getting to know lots of other people. Getting to know people and 
making friends had always been a problem for Jon; he always became 
incredibly shy and nervous around strangers. He was always the 
outcast at school, the one the other kids liked to pick on. He tried 
to make friends, but his nervousness meant that he always said or 
did the wrong thing, and everyone would end up laughing at him. With 
the modelling, the only other person there was Damian, and Damian 
was nice. With his patient instructions, and his soft voice and kind 
laugh, Damian had a way of making Jon feel completely comfortable 
and at ease.

It also helped that Jon wasn't especially inhibited about his body. 
He had Jack to thank for that. Since Jack, Jon, and their younger 
brother, Toby, all shared the same bedroom, there was little room 
for modesty when it came to undressing, and they saw each other 
naked on a daily basis. Jack in particular had no worries about 
wandering around their room naked, even sometimes with an erection, 
especially first thing on a morning, and to a certain extent Jack's 
lack of inhibitions had rubbed off on his younger brothers. This 
meant that it was no big deal for Jon to pose with his shirt off, or 
in a pair of shorts, or even, as had happened just this last couple 
of days, to let Damian see him completely naked. Wearing those tight 
shorts yesterday had been a little bit embarrassing, since they 
tended to over emphasise certain areas, but Jon had still found the 
experience fun.

Jon had had mixed feelings when he had been told that he was going 
to meet Bryan. Making a friend his own age would be cool, but at the 
same time he was afraid that Bryan wouldn't like him, or that he 
himself would mess things up by saying the wrong thing. His first 
look at Bryan hadn't helped his confidence. The sandy-haired 
thirteen-year-old had been stripped down to just a pair of shorts 
while Damian oiled his chest. Jon's first impression had been that 
here was a confident, incredibly good-looking boy who probably had 
loads of friends of his own and would want nothing at all to with 
him. Though as the session had progressed, Jon had quickly realised 
that Bryan wasn't anything like as confident as he had first 
appeared and, once the ice had been broken, was actually a really 
nice person. Almost more than anything, Jon wanted Bryan to like him 
and to be his friend, but he was sure that he would end up doing 
something to spoil it. Like earlier when he'd invited Bryan to come 
and stay. He knew that he had sounded over eager and that he had 
pushed too hard, but he had been unable to help himself. Why did he 
always do that? Jon cringed inwardly as he remembered the excited 
way he had almost demanded that Bryan sleep over. Bryan must have 
thought he was a right dork. Then later, when he had pushed the mud 
down inside Bryan's shorts; that could have ruined everything. Bryan 
hadn't appeared too bothered about it, but what had he really been 
thinking?

Jon's good mood was quickly evaporating as he continued work at 
convincing himself that he had just completely messed up his growing 
friendship. Starting to feel depressed, he let himself into the 
house. There didn't seem to be anyone around, so he made his way up 
to his bedroom. There he found Jack. The older boy was laid on his 
bed reading.

"Had a good time?" Jack smiled, looking up.

"Yeah, kind of," Jon replied, forcing a smile of his own, which 
quickly disappeared.

"What's wrong now?" Jack sighed, sitting up and swinging his legs 
round to the floor. He patted the bed next to him, indicating that 
Jon should sit.

Miserably, Jon walked over and sat next to his brother. "I think 
I've messed up again," he said. He told Jack about everything that 
had happened, including everything that he'd said and done that 
might have led to Bryan not wanting to be friends with him.

As Jon finished speaking, Jack gave a disbelieving shake of his 
head. "The only place you've messed up is in your head," he said. 
"Sounds to me like you had a great time. Why have you always got try 
to convince yourself that you've done something wrong?" He put his 
arm around Jon and hugged him. "Just chill out and stop being so 
critical of yourself. Relax and let things happen instead of trying 
to make them happen. Bryan sounds like a nice guy, and if you've 
been getting on OK up to now, why should he suddenly start not 
liking you?"

"I don't know. I can't help thinking things." Jon leaned into his 
brother, letting his head rest against Jack's shoulder. The older 
boy wasn't just his brother, he was his best friend as well; his 
only close friend. Even though there was only a two year age 
difference between them, Jack had always seemed so much stronger and 
wiser and had always been there to help with Jon's problems and to 
comfort him when he was frightened or upset. Nothing ever seemed to 
bother Jack for long; he was one of those lucky people who seemed 
able to saunter through life without ever letting anything get them 
down.

"You want to know what I think?" Jack asked, seriously.

Jon turned his head so that he could see his brother's face. "What?" 
he asked, eager for the words of wisdom that would make everything 
alright.

"I think that you stink," Jack laughed, suddenly pushing his younger 
brother away from him. "Go and get yourself a shower. That will be 
far more useful than sitting here creating non-existent problems for 
yourself."

Jon couldn't keep the grin from his face as he got to his feet. A 
few minutes with his brother and suddenly life didn't seem so bad 
after all. As Jack went back to his book, Jon stripped down to his 
shorts and went to get his shower.

The thirteen-year-old was surprised at just how much of the mud 
still clung to his body, and he realised that Jack had been right; 
he did stink. He quickly gave himself a thorough soaping and rinsed 
off, then soaped himself again just to be sure. Finally satisfied, 
he dried off, wrapped a towel around himself and returned to the 
bedroom.

Back in the bedroom, Jon dispensed with the towel, tossing it down 
on his bed. He was about to look for some clean shorts when he had a 
sudden thought. He looked down at his body, critically. "Jack?"

"Yeah?" The older boy glanced up.

"Do you think I'm too thin?"

"Too thin for what?"

"You know what I mean. I wish I had a better body, like you or 
Bryan."

"There's nothing wrong with your body," Jack replied, in an almost 
bored tone, his gaze moving casually up and down the naked boy. "You 
could probably work out a bit if you wanted, but there's nothing 
wrong with you as you are. You've just got a slimmer build, that's 
all."

"I guess," said Jon, still looking down at himself. Though he did 
wish that he could look more like Bryan. Bryan had a perfect body; 
just enough muscle to give shape to his chest and arms and legs. Jon 
considered himself scrawny by comparison. Maybe when he got older he 
would start to fill out a bit and look more like Jack. "You should 
be the model, not me," he told his brother, smiling at the sudden 
thought.

"Me?" Jack gave start of surprise. "Why should I be a model?"

"Because you look so good."

"I look the same as you; in the face anyway. Everyone says so."

That much was true, Jon knew. The boys in the family all had what 
could be called delicate, even feminine features, to the extent that 
they were almost pretty. This was OK for Toby, who was only eleven 
and could carry it off. Jon knew that Jack sometimes got teased 
about it, but nothing bothered Jack, and besides, the fifteen-year-
old might have a pretty face, but his body was one hundred percent 
teenaged boy; like Bryan, but with the advantage of a couple more 
years. Jon himself, however, didn't have either Jack's personality 
or his development to help him through, and he found himself on the 
wrong end of a constant stream of "girly" comments and jokes. These, 
combined with the comments and digs about his dancing, helped to 
make most of his school life pretty miserable. "I'm not talking 
about just your face," said Jon. "I mean other things as well."

"You mean my bigger dinky," Jack grinned, using the word that Toby 
had used to use for his dick and that the other boys had quickly 
adopted and still used between themselves, much to Toby's 
embarrassment.

"Jack, I'm being serious," Jon complained. "You could be a model."

"I'm too old," said Jack, shaking his head. "They want younger, cute 
looking boys like you and Bryan."

"You're not too old. You've seen the boys on the website. Some of 
them are older than you."

"Not many. Almost all of the boys on the site are your age or 
younger. OK, there are one or two older boys, but they only ever 
seem to do one or two sets and that's it."

"That's probably because they go on to do other things," Jon 
persisted. "Things that pay even better."

"I can't be a model," said Jack, shaking his head in a way that 
implied that he was stating the obvious.

"Jack, you'd be brilliant at it. I'm sure they would take you on if 
you wanted. Please say you'll think about it."

"OK, if it makes you happy, I'll think about it. But it would never 
work. Why is it suddenly so important to you anyway? You want my 
help saving up to buy your computer?"

"Our computer," Jon corrected. "It will be ours, not just mine."  
The very first thing he intended to buy with his money from the 
modelling was a computer for their bedroom. At the moment the family 
only had one computer and that was in Rachel's room because it was 
claimed, for some totally illogical reason, that she needed it more 
than anyone else did. The boys were only allowed to use it when 
Rachel gave permission, and as they were only allowed into her room 
when she was present, it led to all sorts of squabbles. Their 
parents claimed they couldn't afford another computer, and that if 
the boys wanted one of their own, they would have to buy it 
themselves. The money from the modelling had provided a possible way 
for Jon to realise this objective. The problem was that his parents 
insisted that most of his money go straight into the bank; if not 
for this, he would already have had nearly enough.

"Alright, 'our' computer," Jack laughed. 

"Well if we were both saving up for it, we would get it much 
quicker," Jon pointed out. "But that's not the main reason. I really 
do think you would make a good model."

"I've said I'll think about it," said Jack, with an exaggerated 
sigh. "Now, can I get back to my book?"

"I suppose so," Jon grinned. He absently scratched at his pubes and 
then turned to look for some shorts.


The story continues in Chapter 5: Bryan In Lycra, coming soon. 
 
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