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ST: The Agency 08 (M/t,t/t,exhib) 
 
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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 8 - Bryan Decides
by 
Gymnopedies

Thursday was the last day of school before the start of the long 
summer break, and even though he had things on his mind, Bryan's 
mood was light as he contemplated six weeks of freedom; for the next 
six weeks his time would be completely his own, to spend exactly as 
he wanted. Well, that was the fantasy, anyway. He knew that it 
wouldn't turn out that way in reality. It never did. His mother 
would find him plenty of jobs to do and there would be all sorts of 
other things coming up. But he would worry about all of that later. 
At the moment he was experiencing that special sort of elation that 
always accompanied the official start of the school holidays.

The boy arrived home to find his mother sitting in the lounge 
reading a magazine. She looked up as he entered.

"You look happy."

"Yeah, well, no more school."

"Ah, that means you'll be able to find time to tidy your room then."

Bryan silently shook his head. It was barely thirty minutes since 
the end of school and she was starting already. "You haven't 
forgotten that Jon and his brother are coming over, have you?" he 
asked, quickly moving the subject away from room-tidying.

"No I haven't forgotten," she smiled. "I suppose it means I'm going 
to be banished to the kitchen again."

"It'll only be for an hour or so," said Bryan, with an apologetic 
shrug. "Jon wants his brother to have a look at the website and it's 
sort of embarrassing looking at stuff like that when you're there 
watching." This was only partly true. They were also going to be 
looking at the CD which contained pictures from the previous Sunday, 
when both Jon and Bryan had stripped off completely for Damian's 
camera. Having his mother see those pictures would be embarrassing 
indeed. As far as Bryan was knew, his mother was not at this moment 
even aware of the CD's existence. 

"I'll keep out of the way," she promised the boy. "Is their mother 
bringing them over?"

"I think so."

"Good. At least I'll have someone to talk to while I'm being held a 
prisoner in my own kitchen."

Bryan gave his mother a grin, and left her to her reading. He took 
his school bag up to his room.

A short time later, the young teen heard his mother calling him and 
he hurried downstairs to find Jon and Jack waiting for him in the 
lounge. 

"Hi," said Bryan, greeting Jon with a smile and eyeing the older boy 
a little warily.

"This is my brother, Jack," said Jon, making the introductions.

"Hi Bryan," said Jack. "Thanks for letting us come over. I'm dying 
to see these pictures that Jon's been telling me about, and this 
other website."

"No problem," Bryan replied. He'd felt a little nervous about 
meeting Jack, especially since he had realised that letting the 
older boy look at Jon's pictures would also mean that he would be 
seeing Bryan's own pictures as well. However, there was a relaxed, 
warm, openness about Jon's brother that was instantly disarming, and 
Bryan immediately decided that he liked him. Jon and Jack appeared 
very much alike in some ways, but very different in others. The 
facial resemblance between them was almost uncanny; no one could 
possibly miss the fact that they were brothers. But in terms of 
their general build, they were completely different: Jack was 
broader than his brother and even through his clothes, it was 
obvious that he was much more physically developed than Jon.

"How did you get on last night?" Bryan asked Jon, turning his 
attention back to the younger boy. The previous evening, Jon had 
been scheduled to do his first proper nude shoot.

"I did it," Jon replied, with a proud grin. "It was great, Bryan; 
you've got to give it a try."

"I don't know." Bryan still hadn't made up his mind. He was supposed 
to be going over to the studio on Saturday afternoon, but he was 
still undecided whether he wanted to go fully nude. Part of him 
wanted to do it, especially now that Jon had already done it, but 
the thought that the pictures would eventually be available on the 
website and all sorts of people would see him completely naked made 
him extremely nervous. "What sorts of things did you do?"

"Just the same sort of stuff that we did on Sunday," Jon shrugged. 
"Except that Damian had me dress up first. Then I got undressed 
while he photographed me, and he took loads and loads of pictures of 
me naked. There was one big difference this time though." He 
hesitated and shot his brother a nervous grin. "Should I show him?" 
he asked Jack.

"You may as well," Jack replied, with a smile. "He's going to see 
anyway, when the pictures appear on the website."

"Show me what?" Bryan asked, his curiosity aroused.

Jon gave one of his trademark shy smiles. He glanced at the closed 
door that led through to the kitchen as if to check that they 
weren't about to be disturbed and then his hands went to the front 
of his trousers. He opened them and pushed them down to his knees, 
his shorts following, and then he lifted his shirt up out of the 
way. "What do you think?"

Bryan had watched in total amazement as Jon had started to undress, 
hardly able to believe that Jon intended to expose himself in such a 
casual way. However, as the boy's groin came into view, Bryan let 
out a gasp of surprise. Jon was completely hairless; there was not a 
single pubic hair in sight. "You went and did it."

"Yeah. Damian said that I would have to have my pubes shaved off if 
I was going to really get into the nude modelling, so I thought I 
might as well get it done with. I did one set with them still on, 
and then Damian shaved me and I did another set without."

"Damian shaved you? You mean he touched you... down there?" Bryan 
nodded vaguely in the direction of Jon's groin.

"It was no big deal," said Jon. "First he used some electric 
clippers and then he shaved the rest off properly."

"Looks like he did a really good job as well," said Jack. "He's 
really soft." He reached down and playfully ran his fingers over the 
smooth area where his brother's pubes had been.

Jon giggled but made no attempt to move away. "Come on Bryan, have a 
feel."

"No way... I mean no thanks," said Bryan, quickly stepping back and 
deliberately putting his hands behind his back, out of the way. Guys 
didn't go around touching other guys like that!

Jon coloured and suddenly looked uncomfortable as he saw Bryan's 
reaction. "Sorry," he said. "I just thought you might want to see." 
He hurriedly pulled up his shorts and trousers.

"No problem," said Bryan a little awkwardly. "It's just... you know... I 
don't like..."

"Don't worry about it," Jack interrupted. Grinning, he put an arm 
around Bryan's shoulders and turned him towards the computer. "Let's 
have a look at these pictures."

Grateful to Jack for changing the subject, Bryan put the CD from 
Sunday into the computer and opened up an image-viewer program. He 
was annoyed with himself for being so uptight and appearing to make 
a big issue over nothing at all. Not for the first time, he wished 
he shared Jon's apparent lack of inhibitions about his body. He 
glanced around at Jon and gave the boy a tight smile. Jon smiled 
back, a little uncertainly at first, and then he relaxed and moved 
closer to squeeze into a chair next to Bryan, in front of the 
computer.

As the first images of Jon appeared, Jack gave a soft laugh. "What 
are you doing in these?" he asked. "You look pretty funny."

"I was stripping to some music," Jon explained.

"Yeah, he was really good as well," Bryan put in, anxious to make it 
up to Jon for the way he had acted a moment ago. Jon gave him a 
grateful smile.

As they moved through the pictures, Bryan found himself starting to 
tense up as they neared the ones where his own body would be on 
show. He even considered making some excuse and leaving the two 
brothers to view the rest of the images on their own. Jack was older 
than him, and he looked fantastic, and he probably had big muscles 
and a huge willy. Bryan could vividly picture in his head some of 
the upcoming images that showed his own undeveloped body and 
immature equipment in stark close-up. He decided that if Jack 
laughed at him, that would be the end of it; no more taking his 
clothes off for the camera.

They passed the wrestling and racing pictures, and Jack's only 
comment had been that the two boys looked cute lying naked on the 
floor, arm wrestling. Even when they reached the slightly blurred 
image that was the first close-up of Bryan's groin area, Jack's only 
reaction was a slight smile. Then they were onto Bryan's solo set, 
and the young teen found himself cringing as picture after picture 
showed everything he had in pin-sharp detail. By the time they 
reached the final close-ups he was holding his breath, wishing that 
Jack would burst out laughing and get it over with.

"Bryan you look great in these," said Jack when they reached the 
end.

Bryan searched the older boy's face for any sign that he was making 
fun, but there was nothing there to indicate that Jack was being 
anything other than sincere, and the young teen lowered his eyes as 
he felt a blush creeping up his face.

"You both look great," Jack continued. "Almost makes me jealous," he 
grinned.

"Yeah, sure," said Jon. "As if you need to be jealous of anybody."

"Can I help it if I'm perfect?" Jack asked, jokingly. "Seriously 
though, guys, I think you should both go for it. You both look good, 
so use it. Even I thought you were both seriously cute. If I ever 
decide to give the girls a rest and try the boys, you'd better look 
out." He made a playful grab for Bryan, who was sitting next to him.

Laughing, Bryan jumped away from the older boy. This pushed him up 
against Jon, who was sitting on the other side of him. Jon pushed 
him back and a minor scuffle broke out that ended with all three 
boys laughing.

The good humour continued as Bryan logged into the "nude" website 
and they started looking through some of the large number of picture 
sets available there. By this stage, Bryan had already seen most of 
the sets and so was content to let Jon and Jack choose which ones to 
look at. After glancing through several sets, Jon asked if they 
could look at the video of Danny, dancing.

"Again?" Bryan asked. "You saw that last time. Don't you want to see 
a new one?"

"If you want," said Jon, looking disappointed. "But I wanted Jack to 
see Danny."

"OK, fine by me," said Bryan. He located the video, which had 
previously been downloaded onto the hard drive, and he set it 
playing.

Silence fell as the three of them gave their full attention to the 
video. This was the third time that Bryan had watched it, and just 
like the other times, he felt himself growing hard as he watched the 
teen's thrusting gyrations. Danny oozed sex.

"Shit! He is hot!" Jack murmured, as the video ended with Danny 
blowing a kiss to the camera. "Look what he's gone and done to me." 
He pulled at the crotch of his trousers, which were tented upwards. 

Bryan automatically looked down at Jack's groin, but quickly looked 
away again, hoping that the brothers would not notice that he 
himself was in a similar state.

Jack stood up and put his hand down inside his pants to adjust his 
extremely obvious erection into a more comfortable position. "Turned 
on by another guy," he muttered, softly. "It's getting to be a 
habit." Then he looked at Bryan and grinned. "I still think the two 
of you are better looking than any of the boys we've just been 
looking at. Even though that last one, Danny, was a hot bugger. Get 
in there and get posing, Bryan. With a body like yours, you'd be 
daft to miss out."

"I'll think about it," said Bryan, flattered but also embarrassed by 
Jack's words. He now realised he had yet another reason to be 
jealous of Jon; Jack was terrific, and in Bryan's eyes, was 
everything an older brother should be. Why couldn't he himself have 
a brother like that, instead of a dickhead like Robert?

"I suppose we'd better be going," said Jack. "Thanks again for 
letting us come and see the pics and the website."

"That's OK," Bryan smiled. "You can come again if you want." Then he 
remembered something. "Jon, you remember a little while ago, you 
asked me about spending the night at your house?"

Jon's eyes immediately widened. "Yeah?" he asked, hopefully.

"I was wondering if the offer is still open. Mum and Dad are going 
to visit my Aunt Alice on Sunday, coming back Tuesday. Robert's 
staying here in the house, but because we fight so much, they won't 
let me stay here with him, and so they've said I have to go with 
them. But I think they would let me stay with you instead if that 
was alright."

"Oh, yeah." Jon grinned, broadly. He appeared so excited that he was 
almost jumping up and down. "That would be so cool. So you want to 
stay Sunday and Monday night? It'll be OK; I'm sure it will. Hang 
on, I'll go ask Mum." He hurried through into the kitchen where his 
mother was chatting to Bryan's mother.

"He gets easily excited," Jack told Bryan, with a smile. "It will be 
cool though. He did tell you that you'll have to share with him, me 
and Toby, so it will be a bit of squeeze? We'll put Toby on the 
floor, so you can have his bed."

"I don't mind sleeping on the floor," Bryan offered.

Jack shook his head. "No way. You're the guest, so you get a proper 
bed. Besides, you wouldn't want to deprive Toby of the privileges of 
being the youngest brother, would you?"

"I guess not."

Jon reappeared, his grin still in place. "Mum says it's OK, and your 
mum says so as well. This is going to be so cool."

"You've said that once already," Jack pointed out, with a smile and 
a shake of his head. "Calm down, Jon; you know your bladder can't 
cope if you get too excited, and we don't want any little 
accidents."

Bryan shot his friend a questioning look.

"Just ignore him," said Jon. "He thinks he's funny. We are going to 
have such a good time."




Jon's excitement continued all the way home and he was still 
bubbling with it as he and Jack went up to their room. At last, he 
was going to have a friend stay over, just like Jack and Toby 
sometimes did. Rachel wouldn't be able to tease him anymore about no 
one wanting to be friends with him. It really was going to be so 
cool.

"Hey, Jon, take it easy. You're going to scare him off," Jack 
laughed as they entered their room.

The statement had an instantly sobering effect on the thirteen-year-
old. "You think so?" he asked worriedly. "What if he doesn't really 
want to come and he's only pretending that he does?"

Jack frowned at his younger brother and shook his head. "Sometimes I 
wonder about you. If Bryan didn't want to sleep over, then why did 
he bring the subject up in the first place? Remember that he was the 
one who asked if he could come stay."

"Oh, yeah," Jon grinned, feeling silly. It was as though his mind 
were automatically searching for problems. This was a chance to take 
his friendship with Bryan to a new level and he was terrified that 
something might go wrong and that it wouldn't happen.

"You like Bryan, don't you."

"Yeah. But I'm scared he's not going to like me."

"Of course he likes you. But you've got to stop trying so hard. You 
can't make people be friends with you; you have to just let it 
happen."

Jon pulled a face. "I thought I'd blown it back there when I asked 
him to feel where my pubes had been shaved off."

Jack gave a short laugh. "He does seem a bit uptight about things 
like that. Though from his reaction, I think he was even more 
worried that he'd messed things up between the two of you than you 
were."

"I thought it best not to tell him about how I got boner when I was 
doing the shoot and while Damian was shaving me."

"Probably a good move." Jack agreed. An almost mischievous smile 
twitched at the corners of his mouth. "You still haven't told me 
very much about you getting shaved. I saw the photograph where you 
had the boner at the end, but I didn't know that you actually had a 
boner while Damian was shaving you. That must mean that Damian 
touched your boner."

Jon briefly met his brother's eyes, giggled and quickly looked away. 
"I couldn't tell you last night, because Toby was here."

"Toby's not here now. He's over at Sam's. Mum said that she was 
going to go over and get him at about eight, so that gives us plenty 
of time. Come on, talk, and don't miss out any of the juicy 
details." Jack sat down on is bed and patted the mattress next to 
him, indicating that Jon should also sit.

"You won't tell anyone?" Jon asked, sitting down next to his 
brother.

"Do I ever tell anyone?"

"I guess not," said Jon, smiling shyly at the older boy. "What do 
you want to know?"

"I want to know everything," said Jack, grinning. "What made you get 
your boner? What did it feel like having Damian touch it while he 
was shaving you? Everything."

Jon giggled. "Alright." Feeling a little embarrassed, but at the 
same time getting a kind of thrill out of talking to Jack about it, 
Jon told his brother about how he had first become hard when he had 
been laying on his stomach on the cold floor and Damian had reached 
under him and touched his cock to move it around so that it showed 
between his legs. He explained how his erection had gone down a 
little, but once the shaving started, he had quickly become fully 
hard again and Damian had held it and moved it around while he was 
doing the shaving.

"Did he shave your balls as well?"

"Yeah. I showed you last night."

"I didn't look at your balls; I only saw that the pubes were gone 
from above your dick."

"Yeah well he did my balls as well. You want to see?"

"If you want," Jack grinned.

Jon returned the grin and got to his feet. His hands went to his 
trousers, but then he hesitated, suddenly nervous. "I've got a 
boner," he warned.

Jack shrugged. "I've seen you with a boner loads of times."

"OK." Jon's heart was beating fast as he pushed down his trousers 
and then his shorts, allowing his hard cock to spring free. He stood 
upright, lifting up the front of his shirt, so that Jack had a clear 
view. Just to be sure, he shuffled a little closer to his brother. 
"See, there are no hairs on my balls," he said, a nervous tremor in 
his voice. "You... you can feel them if you want."

An amused smile on his face, Jack put out his hand and gently 
explored Jon's balls, running his fingers lightly over the folded 
skin, cupping them in his hands and then giving them a very gentle 
squeeze.

Jon fought to swallow the soft whimper that rose in his throat. "He 
shaved some hairs from the around the base of my dick as well. Here, 
see?" The words came out in a rush. He pushed his erection to one 
side, stroking a fingertip over an area at the base of the shaft.

Jack's fingers replaced Jon's, stroking across that same area. Then 
the older boy gave a laugh. "I suppose he shaved some more off up 
here as well," he said, tracing his fingertips up along the shaft. 
He pushed Jon's hand away, allowing the boy's erection to spring 
upright again, and then wrapped his fingers tightly around it. "I 
assume this is what you wanted me to do?"

Jon gasped. His knees suddenly felt as though they wouldn't support 
him and he put out his hand, placing it on the top of Jack's head in 
an effort to steady himself. He groaned as Jack made several slow 
strokes along the length of his hard cock.

"You want me to make you shoot?" Jack asked.

Jon gaped. This was far more than he dared hope for. It felt 
incredible just having Jack touch him, but he hadn't expected his 
brother to offer to wank him as well. "Yeah," he gasped.

"OK, but in a minute," Jack grinned. "You've got to finish telling 
me about what happened with Damian first. I assume that once he'd 
finished shaving you, you jerked off to get rid of your erection. 
Did you do it with him watching or did he go out of the room while 
you did it?"

"He... he did it for me," said Jon.

Now it was Jack's turn to gape. "You're kidding? Damian jerked your 
dick for you?"

"Yeah. He asked me if I wanted to go into the toilets and do it 
myself, or whether I wanted him to do it for me. It had felt so good 
when he'd been touching me that I just wanted him to keep going." 
Jon felt himself reddening as he told of what had happened. He was 
suddenly afraid of what Jack would think of him for allowing Damian 
to touch him like that.

There was a look of complete amazement on Jack's face. He'd let go 
of Jon's erection and sat looking at his brother. "Oh wow! That is 
so fucking cool."

"You don't think I did wrong?" Jon asked, still worried.

"Hell no. If I'd been in that position I would have jumped at it."

"You would?"

"Yeah, of course I would."

Jon's eyes narrowed. Even though they had always been very close, he 
had never dared be quite this open with his brother before, and now 
that they were on the subject, he decided to ask something that he 
had been wondering about for some time. "Have you ever done anything 
with another boy?"

Jack pulled a pained face and he gave his brother a considering 
look. Then his smile returned. "I suppose it's only fair. Me and 
Dave jerked each other off once."

"You and Dave? When was that? Tell me about it." Dave was one of 
Jack's friends and had stayed at the house on sleepovers on several 
occasions, and so Jon knew him quite well. The thirteen-year-old had 
always thought the tall, slim, dark-skinned boy was hot, and had 
even got to see him naked a few times whilst he had been stopping 
over.

"There's not much to tell," said Jack. "It was about a year ago. 
We'd got hold of some porn and we were feeling horny so we decided 
to jerk off. We ended up doing each other. We only ever did it the 
once, and don't ever talk about it, so if you ever let on to Dave 
that you know about it, you'll be sorry." To emphasise his words he 
took hold of Jon's erection and gave it a squeeze and a playful 
shake.

"Oooh! I won't say anything to him," Jon promised.

"I know you won't, otherwise I would never have told you," said Jack 
with a smile.

"You ever do anything else?"

"No, I didn't. What's with all the questions?"

"I'm just curious. What's it feel like, touching another boy's 
boner?"

"You want to try it?" Jack asked, grinning as he looked up into 
Jon's eyes.

Jon's heart had started to thump even harder than ever, and his 
erection gave a spasmodic jerk under Jack's fingers. He nodded his 
head, not trusting his voice to answer aloud.

"OK," said Jack, with what sounded almost like a resigned sigh. 
However, the mischievous glint in his eye didn't match his tone. He 
released his hold of Jon's erection and, taking hold of his own 
shirt, he pulled it over his head and tossed it aside. His trousers 
and shorts followed, and a moment later he stood in front of Jon, 
totally naked, his hard cock pointing out in front of him. "Go 
ahead. It won't bite."

Hesitantly, his hand trembling, Jon reached out and grasped hold of 
his brother's hardness, his fingers encircling the solid shaft. It 
felt enormous in his hand. It was so much bigger than his own cock, 
and being able to touch it sent a tingle through his entire body. 

"So now you know what it feels like," Jack smiled. "Now that we're 
both fired up and ready to go, we'd better do something with them. 
How do you want to do it? Do you just want us to jerk off together, 
or do you want us to do each other?"

"You said you'd make me shoot," said Jon, nervously.

"OK, we'll do it to each other then. Get the rest of your kit off."

Hurriedly, Jon pulled off his shirt and stepped out of his trousers 
and shorts, so that he too was naked. The brothers then sat down 
next to each other on the bed and each took hold of the other's 
erection and started to stroke it.

Jon was in heaven. Jack's hand slowly massaging his hard cock was a 
dream come true. And his own hand on Jack's throbbing erection was 
far more than the icing on the cake. He leaned against his brother, 
resting his head on Jack's bare shoulder, concentrating on the 
feelings coming from his groin. Jack's hand would wank on his cock 
for a few moments and then let go of him to stroke around his newly 
shaved pubic area and briefly play with his balls, before returning 
to his cock again. The young teen opened his legs more, to encourage 
Jack to explore further; he loved the feel of his brother's hand 
touching him everywhere and he wanted more. However, Jack confined 
his touching to that one small area. Jon followed his brother's 
example, stroking Jack's erection and then feeling around the base 
of his hard dick and his balls, noting the contrast between his 
brother's hair covered groin and his own stark smoothness. He 
decided his brother's pubes were quite sexy, but he couldn't help 
wishing that Jack were smooth, like himself, and like Danny. He 
would have liked to move his hand into other areas, such as Jack's 
nicely defined chest, or down into that enticingly forbidden area 
behind his balls, but he didn't have the courage. Though it didn't 
really matter; that shaft of hard flesh between Jack's legs was more 
than enough to keep him occupied.

As Jon felt himself nearing the edge of orgasm, his own stroking of 
Jack's cock became harder and faster, and this in turn prompted Jack 
to stroke faster himself; it was a self perpetuating cycle of pure 
pleasure. The younger boy's breathing became more laboured and he 
groaned loudly; he was cumming. "Ooh, Jack," he moaned, as his cock 
began to throb and spasm. Jack was pumping frantically, and droplets 
of thin cum were flying everywhere, splashing across Jon's legs and 
even up onto his chest. He heard Jack give a muffled grunt and then 
the cock in Jon's hand seemed to expand and it began to throb, as 
Jack made his own contribution to the sticky mess.

The boys came slowly down from orgasm. Jack put both of his arms 
around his brother and hugged him tightly, in the process granting 
Jon his wish to be able to get his hands on Jack's smooth, muscular 
chest. They held each other for a long moment and then they pulled 
apart. Jon started to giggle.

"What's the matter?"

"Nothing," Jon replied. "It's just that I've been wanting to do this 
for such a long time."

"You should have said," Jack smiled. He retrieved his shorts and 
began to wipe Jon's body, starting with the splashes on the boy's 
chest and moving down to his stomach, his legs and finally taking 
hold of his now softening dick and pulling back the foreskin to wipe 
beneath.

Jon giggled again. "It feels funny, you doing that for me."

"You want to do it yourself?"

"No, I like it."

"Pervert," Jack grinned, slapping his brother with the shorts and 
then starting to clean himself.

"Jack?"

"Yeah?"

"We can do this again, can't we?"

"If you want. We'll have to be careful though. I don't think it 
would be a good idea to let Toby find out."

Jon was quiet for a moment. Then, "Jack?"

"Yes?" The older boy broke off from wiping his penis with the shorts 
and looked at his brother.

"Do you think I might be gay?"

Jack gave a laugh. "Just because we've given each other a quick 
wank, it doesn't make us gay."

Jon looked nervous at his brother. "It's not just that though," he 
said, his tone uncertain. "I think about other boys all the time, 
like Bryan and that boy, Danny, who we saw in the video."

"Danny turned me on as well," Jack pointed out. "And I think Bryan 
is really cute. But I'm not gay."

"Yeah, but you do stuff with girls. I never think about girls. When 
I'm playing with myself I only ever think about other boys. And... and 
I imagine myself doing things with them."

Jack looked at his brother calmly for a moment and then he lay the 
shorts aside and once more took Jon into his arms and hugged him. 
"You want me to be honest? Yeah, I've thought you might be gay for a 
while now. But what does it matter? You might be, you might not. It 
certainly doesn't matter to me."




Bryan had been concentrating so much on his decision about whether 
or not to go ahead with his nude photoshoot, that he had forgotten 
all about the shoot he had done the previous weekend. Consequently, 
it came as a bit of a surprise when he logged onto the original Boys 
On View website on Saturday morning to check out the latest update 
and was confronted with pictures of himself. They were all there; 
the casual set, the Lycra shorts, and the novelty set of him in the 
mechanic's overalls with grease smeared on his body. The Lycra and 
overall sets were every bit as revealing as he feared they would be. 
The outline of his dick and balls were clearly visible on the 
stretched front of the shorts, and a couple of the shots of him with 
the overall open down the front even showed a few curly pubic hairs. 
Bryan cringed; he didn't have many pubes, but what he did have were 
now on display for all to see; maybe he should now start calling 
them his 'public' hairs. He enlarged these shots and studied them 
carefully, but was relieved to see that, unlike in the one that 
Damian had printed off for him, no part of his dick was visible; 
that was something at least. He continued flicking through the 
images.

"OH MY GOD!" Robert's voice sounded from immediately behind Bryan, 
contemptuously stretching out every syllable almost to breaking 
point.

Bryan immediately started to move the mouse to minimise the window, 
but a hand clamped around his wrist, squeezing and twisting until 
the mouse dropped from his fingers. "Aarrgh! You wanker!" he hissed 
at his brother.

"Shut it, dick-face," said Robert, coldly. He wrapped one arm around 
Bryan's neck, squeezing just tightly enough to make the boy 
uncomfortable, and reached for the mouse himself. "Let's see what 
we've got here."

Bryan struggled to get free, but he had neither the strength nor the 
leverage to do so, and so he had to watch helplessly as Robert 
clicked through the pictures.

"You look a right dork," Robert sneered, gazing at a picture of 
Bryan wearing the tight shorts and nothing else. "I can't believe 
anyone would pay money to look at this rubbish. Just look at you; 
it's not even as if you've got anything worth looking at."

"Oh, and you have I suppose?" Bryan retorted. 

"More than you, that's for sure," sniggered Robert. "But you'll have 
to use your imagination because there's no chance of a homo like you 
ever getting to see it."

"I'm not a homo!"

"Yeah? So how come you let yourself get photographed with your 
little, girly friend?"

"Jon's not girly. Leave him alone."

Robert gave a disgusted snort. "This stuff is complete crap," he 
scoffed. You look like a right fairy."

"Well stop looking at it then. Argghhh!" Bryan had made an attempt 
to reach for the mouse but Robert had tightened his grip on the 
boy's neck. "I'll tell Dad," Bryan said, then immediately hated 
himself for saying it.

"You do that; go running to Daddy. Tell him about this while you're 
at." Robert slapped the younger boy sharply across the top of his 
head with the palm of his hand. "Here you go, fairy, get back to 
your pictures." He released Bryan, gave his head a rough push down 
towards the computer keyboard and then walked off, laughing to 
himself.

Bryan rubbed his head where Robert had hit him. He was trembling and 
he was close to tears. The slap hadn't been that hard, but he felt 
both hurt and angry. Why did Robert always have to be such a wanker? 
It wasn't fair. Jon had a real brother, and Bryan couldn't 
understand why he couldn't have the same. What had he ever done to 
Robert to make the older teen hate him like this?

As Bryan fought to control his anger, he made up his mind about 
something. He couldn't get back at Robert directly; his brother was 
much bigger and stronger than he was. And telling their father would 
just be playing into Roberts hands. Bryan decided to take the longer 
view. He determined then and there that he was going to make a 
success of this modelling. He'd make loads and loads of money and 
Robert would just be a loser and have nothing, and Bryan would then 
be the one doing the laughing. And if it meant that he had to pose 
nude to be successful, then so be it.

However, as Bryan's mother dropped him off at the Boys On View 
offices that afternoon, the boy was already starting to have second 
thoughts. His nervousness at the thought of taking his clothes off 
for the camera had returned, and he found that he had to keep 
reminding himself of the earlier incident with Robert just to stop 
himself from turning his back on the office building and walking 
away.

"Hi Bryan. Terrific new set," Carol smiled as the thirteen-year-old 
passed through the reception area. "I especially loved the ones 
where you're all dirty and in the overall. If ever my car needs 
fixing, I know who I'll be sending for." She broke off and looked at 
the boy. "Are you OK, you don't look very happy?"

"I'm fine," Bryan replied, forcing a smile.

"You don't look it."

"I guess I'm just a bit nervous."

Carol smiled. "Why on Earth should you be nervous?" Then a strange 
look crossed her face as if something had just occurred to her and 
her smile became sympathetic. "Is this going to be your first nude 
shoot?" she asked, in a low voice.

Bryan's face immediately turned scarlet. He nodded. "Sort of," he 
muttered. 

Carol took hold of the boy's hand. "Let me tell you something," she 
said. "Almost every single boy who has come through those doors has 
been terrified the first time he posed nude; it's alright to be 
nervous, because everyone feels that way. I did myself."

Bryan eyes went wide. Carol was one of the hottest young women he 
had ever seen. The thought of her posing naked caused his blush to 
deepen. 

"I was about your age," Carol continued. "And I'd never been so 
scared in my life. But once we got started, there was nothing to it. 
And I've never regretted it. For one thing, my modelling experience 
went a long way towards getting me this job, working with some of 
the cutest boys anywhere. And of all of the boys that I've worked 
with, I can honestly say that you, Bryan, are one of the cutest of 
the lot. So go on up there and show Damian what you can do." She 
took the boy's face in her hands and kissed him very lightly on the 
lips. "That's for luck," she said.

The kiss went a fair way to taking Bryan's mind off what was coming. 
He tried to keep thinking about what Carol had said as he made his 
way up the stairs to Damian's studio. Had she really posed nude? He 
wished he'd asked her to tell him more about it. Maybe he could ask 
her later. Yeah, right; as if he'd ever have the guts to do that. He 
grinned to himself.

Damian greeted the boy and took him over to the couch. "So what have 
you decided?" the photographer asked.

Bryan hesitated. He looked at Damian and then quickly looked away 
again. "If I do go ahead with it, I won't have to have my pubes 
shaved off, will I?" he asked.

"Not if you don't want," said Damian. "I told you before that it 
doesn't matter so much for this first set. And besides, you only 
have a very light covering, so you would be OK for a while anyway. 
As they grow a bit thicker, we'll probably have to think again, but 
at the moment it's not a problem."

"In that case, I'll do it," said Bryan, trying to sound positive.

"Good boy," Damian smiled. "I've got a really nice set lined up for 
you. You've already been a massive hit on the front site, so let's 
make sure we continue that when you appear on the nude site."

Bryan nodded, trying not to think about the website and the people 
who would be looking at it. As long as he continued to focus purely 
on today and on the photoshoot, he knew that he would be OK.

"You'll feel better about it once we get started," Damian assured 
the youngster. "Let's go sort out your outfit." He led the way over 
to the rail and began sorting through the clothing. "Ah, these will 
do nicely," he said, with a grin, handing Bryan a pair of black 
briefs that looked as though they would cover hardly anything at 
all. The boy was still worriedly examining the underwear as Damian 
also handed him a pair of casual, black trousers and a cream 
coloured, pullover style top.

Apprehensively, Bryan began to pull off his clothing. Once down to 
just his shorts, he glanced around to see if Damian was watching 
him, but the photographer was over at the other side of the studio, 
moving the leather couch back against the wall. Keeping his back to 
Damian, Bryan slipped off his shorts and stepped into the black 
briefs. As he pulled them up, his worst fears were confirmed; they 
just about covered his dick and balls at the front, but the narrow 
'v' shape at the back left most of his backside completely exposed. 
He gave a resigned sigh and pulled the trousers on over the top.

By the time Bryan was dressed, Damian had put the couch where he 
wanted it and spread a large, white, sheepskin rug on the floor in 
front of it. The photographer looked the young teen up and down, 
critically, and then produced a comb and began tidying the boy's 
hair.

"Did Carol used to be a model?" Bryan asked, trying to sound casual, 
as Damian worked around his clothing, pulling it straight. 

"She still is," said Damian. "Though I'm not sure exactly what she's 
involved in these days, apart from some work as an extra in some of 
the agency's shoots."

"I thought the agency only worked with boys?"

"We do. But when we're doing the role play and the themed sets we 
sometimes need adults to take part in supporting roles."

"What's role play?"

"Something you don't need to worry about just yet," said Damian, 
with a smile, as he lightly applied a little powder to Bryan's face.

"You keep saying that," Bryan complained. "That's what you always 
say when I ask you about shows."

"If you decide that you're comfortable doing nude sets, then I'll 
tell you all about these other things," Damian explained. "Until 
then, there's no point in even thinking about them. Let's take 
things one step at a time."

Bryan's mind was rapidly putting two and two together and coming up 
with something that greatly exceeded four. "Does that mean that 
these shows and themes and role play and stuff all involve getting 
naked? And you said Carol takes part, so does that mean that she 
gets naked as well?"

Damian started to laugh. "You really are hopeless. Yes most of the 
stuff you've mentioned does involve being naked, at some stage. But 
no, Carol doesn't get naked; not in Boys On View shoots, anyway. I 
think she does some modelling work for an adult agency, but you'll 
need to ask her about that. Now, that's all I'm saying on the 
subject."

"You keep mentioning all this other stuff, and then saying we'll get 
to know about it later. When are you going to tell us?" Bryan 
demanded.

"Not today, because we haven't the time," said Damian. "I'll tell 
you what; if you get on OK today and are fairly comfortable with 
what we do, I'll get you and Jon in together one day this coming 
week and fill you in properly. How's that sound?"

"Great," Bryan grinned. After all the hints and vague comments he 
had heard, he was extremely curious about all of these other things 
that the agency seemed to be involved in. What on Earth was role 
play? And what were these themed sets? And exactly what did Carol do 
when she took part in these things? He knew there was no way he 
could ever get naked in front of Carol, even though she was super-
hot.

"Right, we're ready," said Damian. "That's if you can stop 
daydreaming and concentrate on what we're doing."

"Sorry. Yeah, I'm ready." Bryan moved to stand in front of the blue 
curtain that hung from one of the walls, while Damian collected his 
camera from the desk.

They started with several shots of Bryan fully dressed, and then a 
couple with him lifting up the front of the top to show a few inches 
of bare stomach. Bryan was all set to remove the top, but to his 
surprise, Damian told him to leave it on and remove his trousers 
instead. They then went through a whole range of poses with the boy 
wearing just the cream coloured pullover and the skimpy black 
underwear, including some close-ups of the bulge at Bryan's groin. 
The young teen realised that he didn't feel in the least bit 
uncomfortable being photographed like this; in fact he was enjoying 
himself. Though it did feel a little strange knowing that the narrow 
strap down the back of his briefs left almost his entire backside on 
display.

However, when he removed the pullover and stood in only the briefs, 
Bryan started to feel much more exposed. They did lots of poses, 
with Bryan standing up, laying on the floor, and bending over. 
Sometimes Damian would move in close, his hand touching Bryan's arm 
or leg or bare chest to move him into the required position for the 
next pose. Damian's fingers were warm, and the touch was always 
gentle, and Bryan found that he quite liked it. There was something 
almost comforting about the touch.

"Alright, I think it's time you showed a little more," said Damian. 
"Before you take the briefs off, let's have one with your dick and 
balls hanging out of the side."

"What do you mean?"

"Just pull your bits out of the side of the pouch and let them hang 
down." Damian gave a grin. "You want me to do it for you?"

"No, I can manage," said Bryan, quickly. Feeling embarrassed to be 
touching himself in front of someone else, he reached into side of 
the briefs and pulled out his penis and balls. Hesitantly, he moved 
his hand away.

"That's nice," said Damian. He took a couple of shots and then moved 
in for a close-up. "Right, get those briefs off and put the pullover 
back on. Then get yourself over to the couch."

Bryan turned away before pushing the briefs down and stepping out of 
them. He knew this was silly, because Damian had already seen 
everything there was to see, but it was an automatic reaction and he 
couldn't help himself. He pulled the pullover over his head and down 
over his torso. The bottom hung down about level with the top of his 
hips, leaving his privates completely on show. He felt really 
strange walking across to the couch like this. It was like a dream 
he had once had where he had been walking down a busy street and had 
suddenly realised that he had forgotten to put on his underpants. 

Damian looked and him and smiled. "You look unbelievably cute like 
that."

In spite of himself, Bryan returned the smile. Damian's complements 
were a huge boost to the boy's confidence.

There followed a seemingly endless stream of shots with Bryan on the 
couch, sometimes sitting, but mostly laid down, either on his back, 
his side, or his stomach. There were even some with him laid across 
the back of the couch, his back against the wall. The youngster 
noticed that the majority of the poses seemed to feature him with 
his legs open and there were numerous close-ups of his dick.

"Let's finish off with some full nude shots," said Damian, after 
what felt like hundreds of pictures; the photographer had twice 
changed the camera's memory card. "Take off the pullover, and then 
we'll repeat some of the poses we've just done."

By this stage, Bryan had got over most of his shyness at being 
undressed in front of Damian, and the smiles were becoming easier 
and more natural. Even when he was asked to sit on the edge of the 
couch cushion and lean back, with his heels on the cushion next to 
bum cheeks and his legs open in a pose that was obviously intended 
to put the focus entirely on his privates, he kept his embarrassment 
down to a short giggle. He was no longer thinking about the website, 
or about anyone seeing the pictures, he was almost completely 
relaxed and even having a good time.

"We're almost done," said Damian. "But I want to finish off with 
something a little special; something that really has the 'wow' 
factor. There's no need to look worried; it will just be a simple 
nude pose, like the ones we've been doing, but I want everything to 
look perfect, so it will take a few minutes to set up. Stand up a 
minute." He pulled a comb from his pocket and once more went to work 
on Bryan's hair, tidying it up. Finally satisfied, he gently held 
the boy's chin and examined his face. "A little more makeup, I 
think. Don't worry, no one will be able to tell. I want your 
eyelashes to look just a little longer and thicker and I'm going to 
add a tiny bit of colour to your cheeks. It will all look completely 
natural when I'm done."

Bryan had reservations about wearing makeup; it was something that 
girls did. But he trusted Damian, and he stood patiently while the 
man used a tiny brush to put some black stuff on his eyelashes and 
then used other soft brushes on his cheeks. It took a while, and by 
the time it was done, Bryan was half expecting to look like a circus 
clown.

"Go and have a look," Damian said, indicating a full length mirror 
that stood against the wall at the far end of the studio.

Bryan stood in front of the mirror, self-consciously trying to keep 
his attention on his face and ignore the fact that he was completely 
naked. He leaned in closer and smiled at his reflection. There was 
no denying it, he did look good, and only the fact that he looked a 
little different to usual told him that there was any makeup there.

"Happy?"

Bryan nodded.

"Good. I want to do a couple of portrait shots; just head and 
shoulders stuff, maybe some chest. These aren't for the website; 
they're for you to keep, and for me as well. Your mum and dad are 
going to love them." He adjusted the lighting, moving some of the 
stands closer, and then told the boy to smile as he aimed the camera 
at his face, taking several shots. "Beautiful. OK, lets go for the 
big finish for the site. Lay down on your stomach on the rug. Put 
your elbow on the floor and rest your chin on your hand. That's 
nice. Now bend your knees and put your feet in the air. Bend your 
toes. Smile. Excellent. Now turn onto your side."

Bryan turned so that he was lying on the sheepskin rug on his right 
side. Under Damian's direction he stretched out his right leg 
straight down, crooking his left knee and placing his left foot 
behind his right knee. He supported himself on his right elbow, his 
left hand resting lightly on his left knee. 

"OK, that's the basic pose," said Damian. "Now for the details." He 
dropped to his knees and began tufting the rug around where the boy 
lay.

"That tickles," Bryan laughed, as some of the tufts brushed against 
his skin.

"Then let it tickle, but don't you dare move," Damian grinned. "I 
want every little detail perfect." When he'd finished with the rug 
he once more took the comb to Bryan's hair and then started making 
tiny adjustments to the pose, slightly adjusting the angle of the 
boy's head and arms and then his legs. 

Bryan gasped in surprise when he felt Damian's fingers on his penis 
and balls, changing the way they were displayed on his thigh. Damian 
was touching his dick.

"Don't move," Damian again warned. He stood back and looked at the 
image he had created. A satisfied smile appeared on his face. 
"Perfect," he said. "Don't move a muscle." He picked up the camera.

There was a light tap on the studio door and it opened.

Bryan felt a moment of panic. Here he was sprawled out naked, and 
someone was coming in. However, before he had chance to move there 
was a sharp warning from Damian to keep still.

"Look at me," Damian told the boy. "Focus on me; nothing else 
matters. Smile. That's beautiful." He clicked off a shot with the 
camera, and then another, and a third. "Done. Now you can move."

His heart thumping, Bryan turned his head to see who had come in, 
praying that it wasn't Carol. Danny stood just inside the door, 
grinning down at him. Bryan grinned back, getting up onto his knees 
and sitting back on his heels as he casually moved his hands until 
they rested over his groin.

"Hi Stud," said Danny. "You're looking good."

"Danny, you really do pick your moments," said Damian, shaking his 
head. "We'd just spent forever setting up that shot, and you almost 
blew it. Lucky for you that Bryan was professional enough to hold 
the pose."

"Sorry," said Danny, just about managing to look it. "Carol told me 
that you wanted to see me."

Damian nodded. "I need a favour. I want you to give my boys some 
dancing lessons."

"Who are we talking about?"

"Jon, and Bryan as well, if he wants."

Danny smiled and gave Bryan a wink. "That sounds like fun. Jon's 
cute and Bryan is really, really, really cute."

"The thing is, it's all going to be completely unofficial," said 
Damian, with a frown. "I haven't OK'd it with Eric."

Now it was Danny's turn to frown. "And if it's unofficial, that 
means no pay, right?"

"I'm afraid so."

Danny gave Damian a considering look. "If I do it, I want something 
in return. You have to go to Sean and ask him to transfer me from 
Eric to you."

"Oh, Danny." Damian gave a long sigh. "I can't do that. I'd love to 
be your mentor, you know that, but Sean would never transfer you 
just because I asked him to. Sean won't transfer boys without a very 
good reason. Eric's put a huge investment of time and energy into 
building you up and he won't let you go without a fight. And it 
wouldn't be right for me to try to take you away from him."

Danny looked disappointed. "Eric's never put any energy into 
anything," he muttered, almost bitterly. "Except maybe getting 
pissed, though he doesn't seem to need much energy for that."

"I'm sorry, Danny."

"Me too." Danny looked unhappy and then he put on a grin. "Oh well, 
I tried. OK, I'll do the lessons. When do you want to start?"

"Thanks, Danny. I'll let you know. Probably one day this next week."

"Sure." Danny turned to go and then he hesitated. He looked at Bryan 
and then back at Damian. "How about a picture of me and Bryan 
together?"

"That's fine with me," said Damian. "It's up to Bryan."

"How about it, stud?" Danny asked the younger boy.

Bryan didn't really know what to say. He had been listening to the 
conversation and was still wondering whether "dancing lessons" were 
such a good idea. "If you like," he said, uncertainly. He climbed to 
his feet. "What do I need to do?"

"Just come over here by me," said Danny. As Bryan approached, the 
older boy put his arm around the young teen's shoulders and the two 
of them stood side by side. "OK Damian, go ahead."

Bryan smiled for the camera, feeling strange standing naked next to 
the fully clothed sixteen-year-old. It felt even stranger when 
Danny's hand came across to rest on his bare chest for a second 
picture.

"Thanks guys," Danny grinned, releasing Bryan. "I'll call in for the 
print later," he said to Damian. "And I want to do a full shoot with 
Bryan as soon as you can set it up. A duo or a theme; anything you 
like. I'd better run because I'm late for a shoot and Eric will have 
my balls. Unless he happens to be pissed again. Catch you later 
Bryan." He hurried out.

"What's this about dancing lessons?" asked Bryan.

"Jon wants to do a dancing video, so I said I'd set up some coaching 
for him," Damian explained. "You're welcome to join in if you want. 
You don't have to, but I think it would be a good idea, and it will 
be fun; you can be sure that anything that involves Danny will be a 
lot of fun. Though if you see Jon, please don't mention anything 
about Danny doing the coaching, I want to surprise him."

"OK," Bryan agreed with a short a laugh. Jon obviously regarded 
Danny as some sort of idol and Bryan couldn't wait to see his face 
when he found out that he would be getting lessons from the older 
boy.

"You'd better get yourself dressed," said Damian. "And then there 
are some prints to sign."

"There're always prints to sign," Bryan sighed.

"Bored with it already?" laughed Damian. "We're still just warming 
up. Wait until we really get going."


The story continues in Chapter 9: Sleepover, coming soon. 
 
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