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ST: The Agency 14 (t/t) 
 
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express permission of the author. The author can be contacted 
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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 14 - Dirty Dancing
by 
Gymnopedies


Bryan had originally decided that he wasn't going to attend Friday 
afternoon's erotic dancing lesson. After all, he had no interest at 
all in dancing; this was Jon's province, and the lesson had been 
specially arranged by Damian for Jon's benefit. However, Jon had 
telephoned on Thursday evening and practically begged Bryan to go 
with him, even if it were simply to sit and watch and offer moral 
support. In the end, Bryan had reluctantly agreed, though he made it 
clear that he was only going to watch, not to take part.

Throughout Friday morning, Bryan checked the agency's nude site at 
regular intervals, looking out for the scheduled update. He fully 
expected that the set that he had made on Saturday would be going 
online at some time today. In some ways he was looking forwards to 
seeing the pictures. Though he still wasn't completely comfortable 
with the idea of posing naked, he found that it no longer bothered 
him as much as it had. Both his parents and his brother had seen the 
print that Damian had given him at the end of his nude session, and 
except for the wanking incident, which Bryan still didn't like to 
think about, the boy had realised that other people seeing the 
picture hadn't been anything like as embarrassing as he had 
expected. The teen found that he could now look at the picture with 
a strange sort of detachment, almost as if it were of someone else. 

Annoyingly, there was still no sign of the update when it came time 
for Bryan to leave and go to meet Jon. Oh well, it would probably be 
there by the time he got home.

Jon was waiting outside of the office building as Bryan got out of 
the car. Bryan waved his mother off and approached his friend.

"You ready to shake it all about?" Bryan gave a grin and wriggled 
his hips.

Jon gave a nervous grin. "Yeah. I wish you were going to do it as 
well though. It would be much more fun if we were both doing it."

"I can't dance to save my life," laughed Bryan. "This was arranged 
for you, not for me. I don't want to do no stripping video."

"You don't have to do a video, just have fun." Jon sighed. "I wonder 
who's going to be showing us how to do it. Whoever it is, I bet they 
aren't half as good as Danny."

Bryan hid a smile. He knew that it was in fact Danny who would be 
doing the lesson, and Jon would probably flip when he found out. Jon 
seemed to have developed some sort of hero worship for the older 
boy, who he had never actually met, and would watch Danny's video 
and look at his pictures at every opportunity. "Come on, let's go up 
and you'll find out."

As they passed through reception, Carol was busy talking on the 
telephone, and she gave them a smile and waved them towards the 
stairs that led up to the studios on the next floor. Bryan idly 
wondered what Carol would make of his nude pictures when they 
appeared on the site, and it occurred to him that she had probably 
already seen them. He found himself reddening at the thought; at 
least she hadn't stopped him on his way through reception and got 
him to autograph a nude print. He recalled Damian saying something 
about Carol appearing as an extra in some of the photosets, and 
imagined himself doing a naked shoot with her watching. His blush 
deepened and at the same time he felt his cock twitch with the 
beginnings of an erection.

"You OK?" Jon asked, looking at Bryan curiously.

"Yeah, fine. Just feeling a bit warm, that's all."

"Your face has gone red."

"I'm fine." They had reached the studio and Bryan gave a quick knock 
and entered.

Jon followed Bryan into the room and then froze. "Oh my God," he 
gasped.

Standing by the desk, talking to Damian, was Danny. The older boy 
turned to look at the younger teens as they entered. He wore a wide 
grin. "Hiya Stud," he said to Bryan. "And you're Jon, right? I've 
seen your pictures; they're pretty good."

"Hi," said Bryan, approaching the desk.

Jon followed behind his friend. He had suddenly gone very quiet. He 
kept raising his eyes to look at Danny and then quickly dropping 
them back to his feet again. "Hi," he muttered, his voice barely 
audible.

Danny shot a questioning look at Damian, who returned his look with 
a smile.

"Jon's a bit shy around strangers," the photographer explained. "But 
don't worry, that soon disappears when he gets to know you. Also, I 
think he's a bit surprised to see you here, since I didn't tell him 
who would be doing the coaching." He leaned over the desk and 
lowered his voice to a whisper. "I think he has a bit of a crush on 
you."

"I have not," said Jon, his face glowing as he glowered at Damian. 
"I just think he's a good dancer, that's all."

"You can say that again," said Bryan. He turned to Danny. "He must 
have watched your video at least a zillion times."

"It shows he's got good taste," grinned Danny, throwing his arm 
around Jon's shoulders. "Damian tells me you're a pretty good dancer 
yourself," he told the boy.

"I used to take dance lessons," said Jon. Then hurriedly added, "Mum 
made me; I didn't want to."

"I took some dance lessons myself for a couple of years," Danny 
confessed. "But I did it because I wanted to. It was great being 
around all those girls in their tight leotards." He started to 
laugh.

Damian looked at Bryan. "You've decided to give it a go then?"

Bryan gave a shake of his head. "I've just come to watch. Jon asked 
me to come. I wouldn't be any good at it anyway; I'm hopeless at 
dancing."

"Oh, come on," said Danny. "You've got to join in; it'll be fun. 
Besides, with a body as hot as yours, it doesn't matter whether you 
can dance or not. All you'd have to do is take your clothes off and 
shake things about a bit and you'd be an instant hit."

"I don't think so," said Bryan, shyly. He really wasn't keen on the 
idea of people watching him 'shake things about a bit.'

"Go and get started," suggested Damian. "Maybe Bryan will join in 
when you get going. I've got some work to do here, so I'll leave you 
to it."

"Sounds good," said Danny. "What about the music?"

Damian looked at his computer screen and made a few clicks with his 
mouse, and a moment later rhythmic music started to come from the 
speakers. He turned up the volume.

Danny pulled a face. "You call that music?" He gave a pained sigh. 
"I guess it'll have to do."

"Go on and get on with it," Damian laughed. He sat down and turned 
his attention to his work.

"OK, guys," said Danny, "let's go over here." He led the way over to 
the wooden-floored area of the studio.

Bryan went to stand by the wall, but Danny grabbed his hand and 
pulled him back into the middle of the floor.

"Oh no you don't," Danny grinned. "You can give it a go."

"But I'm not going to be doing any stripping videos or anything," 
Bryan protested.

"It doesn't matter. Relax and enjoy it. The three of us are going to 
have a good laugh this afternoon." Danny glanced over at Damian. 
"It's just a shame some people don't have a better choice in music," 
he said, in a loud voice.

Damian didn't even look up, he simply smiled and held out his hand 
and gestured with his middle finger pointing upwards.

Danny laughed. "I guess we'll have to manage." His face took on a 
slightly more serious expression. "First off, we'd better do some 
work on stripping. There're actually two separate parts to the 
dancing; there's the stripping and then there's the naked dancing. 
The stripping can be tricky and there are two very important rules. 
First, take your time and don't rush it. Second, don't fall over 
when you take your socks off; it can ruin the mood completely if you 
fall on your face."

"It'd hurt as well," said Bryan, with a frown.

"It sure would," said Danny. "The best thing to do when you come to 
a tricky bit, like taking off your socks, is to stop dancing 
completely, do what you need to do, and then go back to the dancing. 
If you try to keep moving all the time, it will look clumsy. 
Stripping takes lots of practise and the best thing to do is to do 
it at home in front of the mirror. Then, when you get better at it, 
find someone to watch you."

"I'll get my brother to watch me," Jon grinned.

"There's no way I'd strip in front of my brother," Bryan grimaced.

"I could watch you," Jon offered. "We could watch each other."

"It doesn't matter anyway," said Bryan. "I don't need to practise 
because it's not something I'll ever need to do."

"You got a girlfriend?" Danny asked.

"No." Bryan shook his head.

"A boyfriend?"

"NO!" Bryan replied, quickly, embarrassed to be even asked the 
question.

"Well," Danny continued, "when you do get yourself a girlfriend, or 
a boyfriend, or whatever, they'll be dead impressed if you can do a 
sexy strip for them. I've found that the girls love it." He wriggled 
his hips erotically.

"Can we just get on with it?" said Bryan, a little sourly. If he had 
to do this, he just wanted it over with.

"Yeah, OK." Danny looked thoughtful. "I think the best thing is if 
you two take it in turns to do a strip, and I'll give you some 
pointers as you go along. Who wants to go first?"

Bryan and Jon looked at each other. No way was Bryan going to 
volunteer to be the first one to make a fool of himself getting 
naked. Besides, he really didn't have a clue what to do. At least if 
Jon went first, Bryan knew that he could watch and maybe pick up a 
few tips for when it came to his turn.

However, it seemed that now it had come to the crunch, some of Jon's 
enthusiasm had deserted him and he looked shy and nervous.

Danny sighed. "Alright, scrap that idea. I'll do it first to show 
you how it's done. Then Jon can go next and then you, Stud, can go 
last. How does that sound?"

"Fine with me," said Jon, looking a little happier.

Bryan just nodded. He wished Danny wouldn't keep referring to him as 
'Stud'.

"OK, stand back and give the master some room. Here we go." Danny 
began to gyrate his hips to the music.

For several minutes, Danny danced to the music, his body swaying and 
his hands sliding up and down over the top of his clothing. It was 
obvious from the expression on his face that he was thoroughly 
enjoying showing off, and Bryan was starting to wonder whether the 
sixteen-year-old was actually going to strip, or whether he was 
going to spend all afternoon just dancing. However, he eventually 
flicked his shirt out from the waist of his trousers, and worked it 
up his body with the palms of his hands. Gradually, his firm stomach 
and tightly muscled chest came into view, and he lifted the front of 
his shirt up over his head. For a few moments he continued to dance 
with his arms held up over his head, his entire body swaying almost 
sinuously, and then, with a grin, he tossed his shirt in Bryan's 
direction.

Bryan caught the garment and briefly wondered what to do with it. He 
didn't want to just drop it onto the floor, and there was no table 
nearby. In the end he casually draped it over his own shoulder. He 
immediately became aware of a very faint, warm odour coming from the 
shirt; deodorant, and a trace of something else. It was slightly 
musky and very erotic. Trying not to appear obvious, Bryan casually 
turned his head towards the garment and inhaled. The odour seemed to 
fit Danny perfectly; it was warm and sexy. With a start, Bryan 
realised that he was actually getting turned on by sniffing the 
boy's clothes and smelling his body-odour. Disgusted with himself, 
he pushed the shirt from his shoulder, letting it drop to the floor 
after all, and turned his attention back to the dancing.

Danny's movements were perfectly synchronised with the steady beat 
of the music, and the effect was almost hypnotic. His hands 
constantly moved up and down his body, stroking across his bare 
chest and stomach, and then down onto the front of his trousers, his 
fingers spread to provide a frame for the bulge of his dick and 
balls. Suddenly he stopped and stood completely motionless, then, 
slowly lifting one leg, he flicked off his shoe and then his sock, 
repeating this with the other leg, before returning to the dancing. 
It had been done in such a way that it seemed to fit naturally into 
the flow of the dance.

"Cool," Jon, murmured, a wide grin on his face.

Danny returned Jon's grin as his hands went to his belt. "Let's 
speed things up a bit," he said.  He finished unfastening the belt, 
and then pulled it from its loops, lifting it over his head and 
holding it stretched out between his hands for a moment before 
tossing it away. Then his hands returned to his trousers, 
unfastening the button at the top, pulling down the zip, and easing 
them down his hips. Amazingly, he continued to dance, even as his 
trousers dropped down past his knees, swaying and thrusting his hips 
backwards and forwards. Somehow he managed to step out of the 
trousers without missing a beat and then kicked them away with his 
foot. Laughing, he came to a stop.

Jon looked disappointed. "What about your shorts?"

"All in good time," Danny answered, brightly. "It's your turn now. 
Let's see what you can do."

"You want me to do it now?" Jon asked, suddenly looking very 
nervous.

"That's what we agreed," said Danny. "Don't worry about getting too 
exotic; just try and stay with the music as much as you can and take 
your clothes off. I'll give you a few tips as you go along."

"I won't be even half as good a you," said Jon, with a worried 
frown.

Danny laughed again. "I should hope not. I had to practise for 
months before I could do a good job. I'll be pretty pissed if you 
manage to do it perfect on your first try. Do the best that you 
can."

This appeared to cheer Jon up a little and he stepped forwards. His 
eyes flicked nervously from Danny to Bryan, and then he started to 
move.

Jon definitely wasn't in Danny's league, though, in Bryan's opinion, 
the thirteen-year-old managed to give a reasonable account of 
himself. Jon's dancing lacked the confidence and heat of the older 
boy's performance, but he did stay with the music, pulling off his 
shirt and dropping it to the floor.

"Get your arms in the air and let them see your armpits," said 
Danny. "That's it, stretch right up."

"Why would anyone want to look at someone's armpits?" asked Bryan.

"They want to see everything; every little bit of you," said Danny. 
"Besides, some people are turned on by armpits."

"They are?"

"Sure. Just as some people are turned on by feet, or sniffing dirty 
underwear."

Bryan felt himself reddening. After what he'd been doing with 
Danny's shirt, this last part was too close to home. He wondered 
whether the comment was aimed directly at him, but decided that it 
was just coincidence, since Danny appeared to be concentrating 
completely on Jon's performance.

"Use your hips more," Danny suggested. "Make much bigger movements. 
Everything needs to be big; you can't be shy when you're stripping."

Jon responded by moving in his hips in a wide circle. "That better?"

"That's the idea," said Danny. "But keep everything else moving as 
well while you do it."

Next, Jon tried taking off his shoes and socks, and very nearly 
ended up falling over. "I can't do this," he giggled.

"You'll get it; you just need practise," said Danny. "That's one of 
the hardest bits."

Eventually, Jon managed to get his shoes and socks removed. He then 
moved onto his trousers. At this point he was biting his lips and 
giving an embarrassed grin, and as he pushed his trousers down to 
his knees, the reason for his embarrassment became obvious; there 
was a huge bulge in the front of his shorts.

"What the hell is this?" laughed Danny, stepping forwards, taking 
hold of the bulge and giving it a squeeze. 

"Get off," Jon giggled, pushing Danny's hand away from his groin and 
jumping back.

"Actually, that's something else we need to talk about," said Danny. 
"If you're supposed to be doing a softcore performance, you don't 
want to go getting a boner."

"I didn't exactly want one just now," Jon pointed out, his face 
reddening. "But I got one anyway."

"Yeah, and we can all see it," laughed Danny. "The only thing you 
can do is to have a good wank before you start. That usually works. 
Though if you're supposed to be doing a hardcore show, then it's 
best not to wank for a couple of days before, so that you can be 
sure to get hard when you need to."

Bryan recalled what Damian had told them about the "Little Dancer" 
club, and about how some of the shows were hardcore, and the boys 
would strip and then jerk off on stage in front of the audience. He 
felt his blood run cold. "Have you ever done that?" Bryan found 
himself asking Danny. "Done a hardcore show, I mean?"

"Yeah, they're great fun," Danny grinned. "It's the biggest rush 
ever, jerking off in front of a whole load of people. Well, almost 
the biggest rush. Some of the stuff in the private shows can be even 
more intense."

"What private shows?" Bryan asked. Even after Damian had supposedly 
explained everything, it appeared that there was still more to 
learn.

Danny shot a quick glance over at Damian. "Maybe I'll tell you 
later," he said. "Come on, Stud, it's your turn to show us what you 
can do."

"I don't know that I want to do it," said Bryan. "I really can't 
dance."

"Of course you can," Danny encouraged. "Everybody can dance. It's 
just a matter of having the confidence to let yourself go."

"Yeah, give it a try," Jon pleaded. "You can't be any worse than 
me."

"Want to bet?" Bryan had no illusions at all about his dancing 
ability, and was convinced that he was going to make a complete fool 
of himself. However, he reluctantly decided that he may as well give 
it a go. "Alright," he sighed. "But at the first sign of anybody 
laughing, that's it." He started making tentative, self-conscious 
movements, which consisted of little more than transferring his 
weight from one foot to the other.

Danny watched with a frown. "You've got the beat OK," he said. "Now 
you need to loosen up some more. Remember what I said to Jon about 
needing to make bigger movements? Stop worrying about what you look 
like, and go for it."

Feeling silly, Bryan tried to relax and move his body more.

"That's a bit better," said Danny. He moved to stand behind Bryan 
and a moment later, the thirteen-year-old felt the older boy's hands 
on his hips, pushing and pulling them. "Relax and go with me."

It took a big effort for Bryan to try to relax his muscles, but 
after a few minutes he started to find himself moving in time to the 
pressure on his hips. This felt much better. It was even sort of 
fun.

"You're getting it," encouraged Danny. He let go of the boy and 
moved back to the front. "You're looking good. What do you think, 
Jon?"

"I think he always looks good," Jon grinned. "You're doing great, 
Bryan."

"OK, keep moving like that, and take off your shirt," instructed 
Danny.

Now that he was starting to get into it, Bryan found that he was 
enjoying himself. He crossed his hands, like he recalled seeing 
Danny do, and taking hold of the hem of his shirt, he slowly pulled 
it upwards, stretching up his arms and pulling his shirt over his 
head.

"Very, very nice," said Danny. "Keep stretching up and twist your 
body from side to side a little more. You look terrific, so make the 
most of it by showing off your body some more."

Bryan threw his shirt aside, but kept his arms above his head for a 
little longer, before slowly lowering them and then running his 
hands down over his chest and stomach. He glanced at Jon and saw the 
way the boy was looking at him, and he gave his friend a shy smile. 
Jon grinned back and licked his lips.

"Right, stop dancing and take off your shoes and socks," Danny 
instructed. "You can try to fit it in with the beat if you like, but 
forget about moving around, or you'll end up on your arse."

Not having any intentions of getting over-ambitious, Bryan came to a 
full stop before removing his footwear. Then he resumed his dancing 
and opened and lowered his trousers. Once more he stopped in order 
to step out of the trousers and then treated the other boys to a few 
final moments of dancing as he swayed in just his grey boxers.

"You're really good when you get going," Danny nodded, approvingly. 
"Not as good as me, of course," he grinned, swinging his hips to 
emphasise his point. "A bit of work though and both of you could 
make decent dancers." He took a moment to move around the floor, 
kicking discarded clothing back out of the way. "Ready for part 
two?" he asked.

"Definitely," grinned Jon.

Bryan wasn't quite so sure, so he merely shrugged. Even though he'd 
surprised himself by enjoying the dancing, he knew that this next 
part would mean getting naked, and his inhibitions had once more 
come to the fore.

"We'll do it like before," said Danny. "I'll go first, and then you 
can both take a turn." He again started to sway to the music, his 
hands running up and down his bare torso and his hips making 
thrusting movements. After a moment, he stepped towards Jon, and 
taking hold of the boy's wrist, Danny lifted it and pressed the palm 
of Jon's hand flat against his chest. Slowly he dragged it 
downwards, over his smooth chest and stomach. Jon gave a giggle, 
which turned to a gasp, as he found his hand pressed directly 
against Danny's shorts-covered groin. Throughout all of this, the 
older teen never missed a beat, his whole body moving in an erotic 
rhythm.

Bryan watched intently, glad that Danny had chosen Jon for this 
little demonstration and not him. Jon seemed to be enjoying it, 
which was hardly surprising considering that he was such a tactile 
person. 

It appeared, though, that Danny still wasn't finished. He released 
Jon's wrist and moved his hands up to place them at either side of 
the boy's head. Jon's giggle had taken on a slightly nervous 
quality, as his head was pulled forwards and his face was pressed 
against Danny's chest. Danny changed his hold. Putting one hand 
behind Jon's head to hold it against him, he put the other one on 
top and started to push downwards. Slowly Jon dropped to his knees, 
staying in contact with and moving down Danny's writhing torso, 
until his face was pressed right into the teen's groin.

Bryan gasped. Danny was grinding his groin into Jon's face. The only 
thing between Jon's mouth and Danny's dick was the thin material of 
the shorts. After a moment, Danny released the younger boy and moved 
backwards.

Jon remained where he was on his knees. His eyes were like saucers 
and his mouth was open in shock. A bemused grin slowly spread over 
his face.

As Danny turned his gaze on Bryan, the sandy-haired boy froze, his 
heart beating fast. He'd already decided that if Danny were to try 
anything like that with him, he was out of there. 

However, Danny gave the boy a wink and then his hands went to the 
waistband of his shorts. Slowly the shorts came down and then 
dropped to the floor, and Danny stepped out of them, now totally 
naked, his soft dick flopping from side to side as he continued to 
shake his hips. He again approached Jon, who was still on his knees, 
stopping  a mere foot in front of the boy and making thrusting 
movements that caused his dick and balls to flap up and down in 
front of Jon's face.

Jon watched as if hypnotised, his entire attention focussed on Danny 
groin. Slowly, his hand started to reach out.

Just before Jon's fingers came into contact with Danny's dick, the 
older boy danced back, laughing. He then danced in a wide circle 
around Jon and moved towards Bryan.

Bryan tensed, ready to get out of the way, but at the last moment, 
Danny turned his back. Slowly he moved backwards until he was almost 
pressed against Bryan, then he reached back, taking Bryan by 
surprise, as his hands grasped both of the boy's wrists. Before 
Bryan knew what was happening, his arms were around Danny and his 
hands were pressed against Danny's chest. Even more disturbingly, 
Danny's naked backside was now rubbing against the front of Bryan's 
shorts. Danny's chest was soft and warm beneath Bryan's hands, and 
he could feel the teen's heart pounding from the exertion of the 
dancing. At that point, Bryan realised that his own heart was also 
pounding, but for a very different reason. The pressure on his 
wrists forced Bryan's hands downwards, over Danny's stomach and on 
down until the young teen's fingers were passing over the older 
boy's perfectly smooth pubic region. Bryan gasped aloud as his 
fingers came into contact with Danny's soft penis. He tried to pull 
away, but the sixteen-year-old held him tightly, rubbing Bryan's 
hands up and down over his cock. This, combined with the stimulation 
that his own groin was receiving from Danny's arse, caused Bryan's 
already twitching cock to swell to a full erection.

Danny was obviously aware of Bryan's condition. He continued his 
teasing for a few more moments before he released the boy and danced 
away. He gave a few final thrusts of his hips and then drew to a 
stop, breathing heavily.

"That wasn't exactly what I had in mind." Damian's amused voice came 
from just behind Bryan. "You were supposed to be giving them some 
tips, Danny, not putting on a full performance and scaring them to 
death."

"So, I got a little carried away," Danny grinned. "Sue me." He 
looked from Jon to Bryan, his eyes lingering on the large, prominent 
bulges that both boys were now sporting. Then he looked down at his 
own cock, which still hung downwards. "Am I the only one around here 
with any self control?" he laughed.

"You're hopeless," Damian sighed. "They both look like they're in 
shock."

"Yeah, but it's a happy sort of shock," said Danny.

"They can't practise softcore dancing in that condition," said 
Damian, with a frown. "Take them off and get them sorted out. Oh, 
and Danny, when I say get them sorted out, I mean let them do it 
themselves. No more getting carried away." He gave the teen an 
intense stare. 

Danny sighed. "You take all the fun out of life. Alright, I'll 
behave. Come on guys. Follow me." Still naked, he set off for the 
door.

"Where are we going?" asked Bryan, nervously.

"Bathroom," said Danny, back over his shoulder. "Before we can do 
anything else, you and Jon have some business to take care of."

Bryan was in a complete daze as he and Jon followed the older boy 
out into the corridor. The dancing had gone in a direction that he 
really hadn't expected. He had thought it would just be a matter of 
stripping off to the music and then dancing around naked for a 
while, like he had seen Danny and some of the other boys doing in 
the videos that he had downloaded from the website. The physical 
contact had come as a real surprise. At least he had only touched 
Danny's dick; poor Jon had had his face pressed right into the 
teen's groin.

Danny led the way along the corridor, towards the room that 
contained the showers and toilets. He appeared completely 
unperturbed by the fact that he was wandering around the building 
starkers. In fact, he was actually fondling his cock as he walked 
along, right there out in the open. By the time they reached the 
shower room, Danny was himself more than halfway hard, and the sight 
did nothing to ease the hardness at Bryan's groin.

"I may as well join you," Danny grinned, stroking his hand along his 
shaft. "Get your shorts off."

With a shy smile, Jon pushed his shorts down and stepped out of 
them, his slim, hard cock, sticking out from his perfectly smooth 
groin. He glanced at Danny, who was appraising him approvingly, 
reddened, and then looked away again.

Bryan hesitated. "Aren't we going to go into the toilet cubicles?"

"What for?" Danny asked, leaning back against a sink, his hand 
moving up and down his solid cock. "No one will come in, and even if 
they do, they aren't going to be seeing anything they haven't seen 
before. Besides, it will be a bit cramped with three of us in a 
toilet cubicle."

"I didn't mean that we should all go into the same one," Bryan 
explained.

Danny grinned at the boy. "You shy or something?"

"I just don't think I can do it out here in the open like this," 
Bryan mumbled.

Danny's grin broadened. "You want me to do it for you?"

"No," Bryan said quickly, stepping back as Danny's hand reached 
towards him. "I can manage." He reluctantly pushed down his shorts 
and forced himself to stand upright. He was immediately aware that 
both Danny and Jon were staring intently at his erection.

"Well, Stud, you've certainly got nothing to be shy about," Danny 
murmured. "You sure you don't want a hand?"

"I'm sure," said Bryan. Self-consciously, he took hold of his dick 
and started to stroke, trying not to think about the fact that he 
was wanking in front of two other boys.

"You... you can do me if you want," Jon stammered, his voice soft and 
timid, and his face flaming. He moved closer to Danny and dropped 
his hands to his sides, presenting himself to the older teen.

"That's more like it," Danny grinned. "A boy with a sense of 
adventure. Though if we do each other, better not mention it to 
Damian. He said I had to let you do yourselves, and I don't want him 
finding out I've been corrupting you." He reached out and took hold 
of Jon's erection.

Jon gave a soft whimper, then, hesitantly, took Danny's larger cock 
in his own hand.

As he watched the two boys wank each other, Bryan felt a strange 
pang of something akin to jealousy. He felt left out. He was annoyed 
with himself, partly due to his feelings of jealousy, and partly 
because of his own stupid inhibitions. He'd always believed that 
boys touching each other in any way was somehow perverted, yet it 
seemed that these days every boy he came into contact with seemed to 
accept a certain amount of "playing around" as just simple fun. He 
wished that he could be as laid back about this sort of thing as 
Jon. His one experience of being jerked off by someone else had 
shown him that another person's hand on his dick felt so much better 
than when he did it himself, and if it felt better, what could 
possibly be wrong with it?

Bryan's feelings must have been showing on his face, because Jon was 
looking at him with concern.

"Bryan, you OK? I can do you with my other hand if you want." There 
was a tremor in Jon's voice, but whether this was from his 
nervousness at making the suggestion, or a result of Danny's hand 
stroking along his cock, it was impossible for Bryan to tell.

Bryan paused in the act of stroking his own dick. He swallowed 
nervously. "Alright, go on then." He moved closer so that Jon could 
reach him. As the young teen's hand closed around his hard penis, a 
shudder passed though his entire body. It felt bloody fantastic.

Danny gave Bryan an encouraging smile and then used his free hand to 
fondle Bryan's balls. His smile turned into a grin. "I'm going have 
to start calling you Curly instead of Stud. What's with all these 
little curly hairs around your dick and on your balls? How come 
you're not shaved yet?"

"I didn't want to, and Damian told me I didn't have to," Bryan 
replied, hoping that Danny was joking about the name. Stud was bad 
enough, but Curly...? 

"You should get shaved," said Danny. "Sucking a guy's dick and 
licking his balls is much nicer if he's smooth; I hate getting pubes 
in my mouth."

The reaction could hardly have been different if Danny had suddenly 
announced that he was an alien from outer space. Both Jon and Bryan 
froze and stared at the older boy, Jon still with his hand around 
Bryan's cock.

"You suck guys' dicks?" Bryan asked, as if he was hardly able to 
believe what he had just heard.

"Sure," said Danny, looking surprised at the reaction of the two 
youngsters. "You mean Damian hasn't told you about this stuff yet?"

"What stuff?" asked Bryan. "He's told us about the jerk-off vids and 
about boys doing each other, but he hasn't said anything about guys 
sucking each other." He grimaced. "That's gay stuff."

"Gay my arse," laughed Danny. "You don't have to be gay to have fun 
with another guy; especially when you're being paid good money for 
it. Hell, some of the scenes I've done here with guys have been 
miles hotter than even some of the stuff I've done with girls."

"So it doesn't bother you, sucking a guy's dick?" Bryan asked, still 
not convinced that Danny wasn't joking.

"I just said, didn't I?" Danny laughed. "Tell you what, why don't I 
show you?"

"No way." Bryan took an involuntary step backwards. He would have 
moved further, had he not been brought up short by Jon's firm grip 
on a rather prominent part of his anatomy.

"Suit yourself," said Danny with a shrug. He looked a little 
disappointed. "How about you, Jon?" he asked. "Ever had a blow job?"

Jon mutely shook his head. His eyes were wide and his mouth slightly 
open.

"Want to try it?" Danny grinned.

"Yeah, OK." Jon's voice was little more than a nervous croak.

Confidently, Danny dropped to his knees in front of Jon, took the 
boy's cock in his fist, and giving it a couple of quick, firm 
strokes, he pulled back the skin and ran his tongue over the head.

"Oh shit!" Jon gasped, staggering slightly. He shot Bryan a quick 
'rabbit in the headlights' look and then turned his attention back 
to the kneeling teen.

Danny now threw himself into the task with gusto, the entire upper 
part of Jon's erection in his mouth as his head bobbed backwards and 
forwards. At the same time, he was fondling and stroking Jon's 
tight, smooth ball-sac. After a few moments, he turned his head 
towards Bryan, and without missing a beat he waved his hand, 
indicating that the thirteen-year-old should move closer.

In spite of himself, Bryan took a couple of steps forwards until he 
was standing right next to Jon. He watched his friend getting his 
dick sucked, struggling to believe the evidence of his own eyes. The 
fact that Jon was enjoying the experience was beyond dispute; the 
boy stood with his mouth open, gasping for air, occasional shudders 
of pleasure passing through his slim frame. 

Bryan gave a start of surprise as he felt Danny's fingers wrap 
themselves around his rock-hard penis and begin pumping along the 
shaft, and a groan of pleasure escaped his lips. Jon momentarily 
glanced in his direction and smiled as their eyes met, and then put 
his arm around his friend's shoulders, pulling them even closer 
together, their bare flesh pressing one against the other from 
shoulder to hip.

Watching Jon's pleasure, and feeling his own sexual excitement 
mount, Bryan couldn't help wondering what it would feel like to have 
someone's lips around his cock, and he started to think that perhaps 
he might have been too hasty in refusing Danny's offer. It was too 
late now; there was no way he could come right out and ask the older 
boy to suck his dick. However, it was almost as if Danny had read 
his mind. The sixteen-year-old pulled away from Jon's dick, gave 
Bryan a wink and a knowing grin, and then engulfed the sandy-haired 
boy's erection.

For a moment, Bryan felt like his legs were going to buckle, and was 
glad of Jon's arm around his shoulders. He now understood the 
shocked look that Jon had been wearing. The feeling of Danny's 
tongue sliding across the sensitive, exposed head of his cock was 
incredible.

Danny continued to suck on Bryan's cock for several long seconds and 
then turned his attention back to Jon's waiting hardness. He 
proceeded to alternate between the two, licking and sucking on one 
whilst jacking the other. Then, with a wide grin, he sat back on his 
heels and taking hold of both of the boys' erections he pulled them 
together and rubbed one swollen head against the other.

Another groan escaped from Bryan, echoed by a similar noise from 
Jon. Jon still had one arm around Bryan's shoulders, and now brought 
the other one up, stroking his hand across Bryan's bare chest. Part 
of Bryan's mind rebelled at the contact. He had Jon's hand caressing 
his chest, and Danny's hand on his cock, which was at the same time 
being rubbed against Jon's hard cock. How could this be anything but 
gay? But at the same time it felt so fucking good. He gave a 
whimper, which turned into a low whine as Danny dipped his head and 
began flicking his tongue across both of the boys' cockheads.

Bryan could now feel the tight sensation in his groin that told him 
that he was getting close to orgasm. He wondered whether he should 
warn Danny about this, but decided against saying anything, partly 
afraid that any such warning would cause Danny to stop what he was 
doing, and Bryan really didn't want that to happen. Danny was now 
jacking both cocks at the same time, moving his head between the two 
as his tongue licked the heads. 

The pressure in Bryan's groin had reached the point where it was 
almost too much to stand. He gritted his teeth, a strangled moan 
still managing to force its way out. He sucked in a deep, hissing 
breath. "Hmmmmfffff!" His hips thrust forwards and he felt his cock 
start to throb. "Urrrrghhh!" He closed his eyes as a wave of intense 
pleasure rushed through his young body, every muscle straining 
almost to breaking point. He was dimly aware of Jon, beside him, 
making similar noises, but he ignored them as he concentrated on 
holding onto his own orgasm.

As the pleasure faded, to be replaced by the familiar post-orgasmic 
exhaustion, Bryan forced his eyes open. He glanced down to see Danny 
grinning up at him. There were shiny streamers of cum splashed 
across the older boy's face, mainly around his mouth and nose. The 
youngster watched in mute fascination as Danny's tongue came out, 
licking some of the sticky fluid from his lips. 

"That was kinda fun, don't you think?" Danny laughed. He got to his 
feet and scooped some of the cum from his face. He looked at it for 
a moment, glistening on his fingertips, and then playfully smeared 
it across Bryan's cheek.

"Urgh! Gerroff!" Bryan grimaced, pushing Danny away and wiping his 
cheek with the back of his hand. He wondered whether the cum had 
been his own or Jon's, and hoped that it was the former.

Danny had gone on to wipe some more cum onto Jon's face, but instead 
of being disgusted, Jon was just laughing. Bryan was beginning to 
wonder about his friend; Jon seemed to be a bit too eager to get 
into all of this gay stuff.

"So did you like it or not?" Danny asked.

"It was great," Jon grinned.

"Yeah, it was good," Bryan agreed, still wiping at his face.

"Glad you liked it," said Danny. "Now it's my turn." He leaned back 
against the sink and started to jack on his large, swollen cock. 
"You two studs have got me so fucking hot."

Bryan and Jon watched, their arms still around each other's 
shoulders. Jon's attention appeared to be focussed entirely on 
Danny, yet his hand absently stroked down the front of Bryan's torso 
and began to play with his friend's now softening cock. Bryan 
quickly brushed Jon's hand away. Jon looked at him and mouthed a 
silent "sorry" and then turned back to Danny.

Danny was breathing heavily, his hand pumping steadily up and down 
the rigid shaft. "Come here," he ordered Bryan.

Reluctantly, and wondering what the older boy wanted of him, Bryan 
stepped closer until he was standing immediately in front of Danny, 
between the teen's outstretched legs.

"Play with yourself," Danny ordered.

"What?"

"I want to watch to you play with yourself. Play with your dick and 
balls."

Feeling extremely self-conscious, Bryan began to play with himself, 
as instructed. This was embarrassing, but at least Danny hadn't 
asked him to suck him or anything like that. There's would have been 
no way that he would have done that.

"Shit, you're fucking hot," Danny mutter, his eyes on Bryan's groin. 
"Arghhhhh!" He threw his head back as cum spurted from his cock, 
splashing onto Bryan's lower stomach and groin.

Bryan looked down at himself, watching a dribble of Danny's cum 
trickle down through his sparse pubes to pool at the base of his 
dick.

"Wow!" Danny was grinning again. He had his own cum all over his 
hand. He raised his hand to his mouth and licked it clean.

"Yuck! That's disgusting," Bryan muttered.

"You ever tried it?" Danny asked.

"No."

"Then how do you know it's disgusting?"

"I just do."

"You'll change your mind eventually."

Bryan shook his adamantly. "I don't think so."

"Want to take a bet on it?" Danny laughed. He sighed. "Well that's 
taken care of business. We'd better get cleaned up and back into the 
studio before Damian comes looking for us. Oh, and it would perhaps 
be better not to mention to Damian that we did anything other than a 
quick jerk-off."

This suited Bryan. He wasn't keen on the idea of anyone knowing 
about what they had been doing.

The boys took a shower together, which at one point turned into a 
water fight. Jon seemed to have overcome the shyness he had felt on 
first meeting Danny, and the two of them acted like they had known 
each other for months rather than just an hour or so.

They left the shower, and Danny handed out towels from a cupboard. 
"Has either of you guys decided whether you're going to try any 
hardcore shoots?" he asked.

"I'm going to do some," Jon replied, quickly.

"I don't know," said Bryan.

"Well you should give them a try," said Danny. "They're terrific 
fun, especially some of the themed stuff. If you're up for it, I 
thought I might ask Damian about trying to set up a schoolroom or a 
dungeon scene."

"Dungeon?" Bryan didn't like the sound of that.

"The dungeon is the best fun ever," said Danny, enthusiastically. 
"We pretend to tie each other up and torture each other; it's 
great."

"Sounds it," said Bryan, sarcastically.

"No, really; I mean it," said Danny. "No one gets hurt or anything, 
and it's a real laugh. But if you don't like the idea of that, we 
can always do the schoolroom. Think about it."

"I'm up for it," said Jon. "Both of them sound fun."

They finished drying off and the younger boys pulled on their 
shorts. As they left the shower room, Danny paused and turned to 
Bryan.

"You should really think about losing those pubes, Bryan. Only the 
younger kids have traces of pubes. You look hot already, but you'll 
look even hotter when you're smooth."

Bryan looked down at his feet. "Maybe," he murmured.

They made their way back down the corridor towards Damian's studio. 
However, just as they reached the door, a door further along the 
corridor opened and a man came out.

"Oh shit!" Danny muttered.

Bryan turned to look at the man. It was Eric, the photographer who 
had stormed into Damian's room throwing accusations during one of 
Bryan's first visits. The boy recalled that Eric was Danny's mentor.

The man stopped as if surprised to see them, and then he frowned. 
"What the hell do you think you are doing?" he demanded, his eyes on 
Danny.

"I'm not doing anything," the naked sixteen-year-old replied.

"I haven't given permission for you to do a shoot," said Eric, his 
tone cold. His speech was slightly slurred, as if he had been 
drinking.

"I'm not doing a shoot," said Danny. "I'm just giving these guys a 
few tips on dancing. Hell, Eric, I'm doing it in my own time. I'm 
not even being paid for it, so it's nothing to do with you."

The man's expression darkened. "As your manager, anything that you 
do at this agency is to do with me. When you're in this building, 
you don't so much as fart without my say so."

"Oh, come on Eric," Danny grumbled. "Where's the harm?"

"It was me who trained you," said Eric, taking a step closer. 
"Without me, you'd be a fucking nobody. So don't you start thinking 
you can go behind my back, because I'm not having it. Get into my 
studio. I've some work for you to do. Some proper work; not this 
free stuff, playing around with amateurs."

Danny looked sullen. "I need to get my clothes," he said.

"So go get your fucking clothes. I'll expect you in my studio in two 
minutes." The man turned and re-entered the room he had just left.

"What a wanker," Bryan said, keeping his voice soft.

"You don't know the half of it," said Danny, angrily. "I've had 
about as much as I can take. If Sean doesn't agree to transfer me 
soon, I'm outta here."

Back in the studio, Damian was concerned to hear about the encounter 
with Eric, and offered to go talk to the man and explain that Danny 
had only been helping out and not doing any unauthorised work. But 
Danny pointed out that Damian getting involved would only make Eric 
lose his temper and would probably end up making things much worse, 
and so the young photographer eventually agreed to stay out of it, 
for the time being.

Danny's departure put a damper on things. Damian asked the boys if 
they wanted to continue their dancing practise, but neither of the 
thirteen-year-olds could conjure up much enthusiasm, and in the end, 
they decided to call it a day. Bryan gave his mother a quick call on 
his mobile and asked her to come and collect him.

"By the way, Bryan, your shoot is going online today," Damian said, 
as the boys were about to leave. "Make sure you look out for it 
later."

"You mean my naked pictures?"

"Yeah. There are some great pictures in the set. It's going to be a 
huge hit."

"I suppose," said Bryan.

"We're going to have to think about what we're going to do next with 
the pair of you," said Damian. "Some sort of shoot with the two of 
you together would be nice. We'll see if we can arrange something 
for one day this coming week. Also, I'll set up a session for a 
stripping vid for you, Jon."

"That will be great," Jon grinned.

The two youngsters headed down to the entrance to wait for their 
parents.

"I can't believe what happened today," Jon sighed.

"No, me neither. That Eric guy is a real wanker."

"I didn't mean that," said Jon. "I was talking about what we did 
with Danny. That was really awesome." Then his face turned sad. "I 
hope Danny isn't in any trouble for today though. I wish he could 
get transferred to Damian and then he could work with us without any 
problems."

"Yeah," Bryan sighed. He recalled the feeling of Danny's lips around 
his erection. Yes, that had indeed been awesome. Danny was a pretty 
awesome guy.


*****

The story continues in Chapter 15: Maybe Big Brothers Aren't So bad
 
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