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ST: The Agency 18 (m/t,t/t,exhib) 
 
Copyright of this story is retained by the author and it should not 
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Any form of commercial use is strictly prohibited without the 
express permission of the author. The author can be contacted 
at gym@softhome.net 
 
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 18 - Unexpected Callers
by 
Gymnopedies


Finally, Robert had the house to himself. Bryan had gone to a 
friend's house on the other side of town and would be out until late 
afternoon. Their mum and dad had gone out in the car to an out-of-
town shopping centre and would be away for at least a couple of 
hours. The teen's parents had suggested that Robert go with them, 
but he had turned down the invitation; he had something else in 
mind.

On Friday evening, Bryan had allowed Robert to have a look at the 
Boys On View nude site, and Robert had liked what he had seen: he 
had liked it a lot. Bryan had shared the login details with his 
brother, saying that Robert could look at the site whenever he 
wanted. The only problem with this was that Robert didn't feel 
especially comfortable looking at pictures of naked boys when there 
was anyone else around. It was less than a week since he'd revealed 
to his family that he was gay, and he was still trying to come to 
terms with the idea that his deepest, darkest secret was a secret no 
longer. He knew that if his mum or dad saw him looking at the 
website, they would never believe he was admiring the beauty of the 
naked boys; they would think that he was looking at the pictures 
because they got him hard. And they would be right. All through 
Saturday, Robert had avoided the temptation to log into the site. 
He'd had a brief glimpse at a few pictures on Saturday afternoon, 
when his dad had been looking at the new update that included the 
nude set of Bryan, but even that had made the teen uncomfortable, 
and he'd made excuses about wanting to listen to some music and had 
gone up to his room. So it was Sunday morning before Robert had the 
opportunity to browse the pictures at his leisure, and he intended 
to make the most of it.

After quickly checking that the latch was down on the front door, 
Robert hurried into the lounge and turned on the PC. While it 
powered up, he went into the kitchen and took a can of beer from the 
fridge; he'd promised his dad that he would try to cut down on the 
drinking, but surely no one could object to him having just one can. 
He popped the ring on the can and took it through to the lounge, 
sitting down in front of the computer. It took only a moment to make 
the connection and get online, and less than a minute later he was 
into the website.

Robert's heart was beating fast as he went to the main index page 
and scanned down the thumbnails that showed the available models. He 
felt like a chocoholic in a chocolate factory; he hardly knew which 
model to select first. He took a long drink from the can and clicked 
on an image of a dark-haired boy who looked to be around fourteen or 
fifteen. The boy was called Peter. Peter's index page appeared, 
showing more thumbnails. The text beneath the thumbnails said that 
three of them were linked to picture sets and the fourth was a 
video. Robert was too impatient to wait for a video to download, so 
he selected one of the picture sets. Peter was a good-looking kid, 
and the set opened with him dressed in casual clothing: he wore a 
blue and red sweatshirt and baggy, grey shorts. Robert began to 
click through the pictures, hardly allowing one to finish loading 
before clicking on the link that took him to the next one. Soon, 
Peter had lost the sweatshirt and the shorts, as well as his socks, 
and stood facing the camera wearing only a pair of dark-coloured 
briefs, which were already pushed far enough down his hips to reveal 
his completely smooth pubic area and just begin to hint at the base 
of his dick. 

Robert took another swallow of beer, set the can down beside the 
keyboard, and unfastened his belt and trousers. His cock was already 
hard, and he pushed his trousers down to mid-thigh and pulled down 
the front of his boxers to allow his erection to spring free. He 
tucked the waistband of his shorts down behind his balls. As he 
wrapped his fingers around his hard shaft, he shot a nervous glance 
at the door that led out to the hallway; he felt guilty doing this 
sort of thing in the family lounge, but not having access to this 
material in his room, he felt that he didn't really have any other 
option. He turned his attention back to the image on the screen and 
tried to imagine what it would be like to slide his hands down 
Peter's smooth body and then further down into those tight briefs, 
feeling the boy's cock and balls. Robert's fingers moved slowly but 
firmly up and down his own hard cock, his eyes glued to the screen. 
He clicked the link for the next image, which showed Peter with his 
thumbs tucked into the sides of the briefs, looking teasingly at the 
camera. "Oh, fuck! Get them off," Robert groaned. He moved onto the 
next picture. The briefs were lower, and at least half of Peter's 
soft penis was visible, the head still hidden by the descending 
garment. With trembling fingers, Robert clicked on the 'next' link 
and moved to a picture of Peter with the briefs down around his 
thighs and with his groin now completely exposed. "Oh fuck!" Robert 
muttered, again, as his cock jerked in his hand. He temporarily 
halted his stroking, not wanting to cum so soon; not on the very 
first naked picture that he'd looked at. Deliberately not touching 
himself, he cycled through several more pictures, watching as Peter 
removed the briefs completely and moved through a number of 
suggestive poses. This boy was hot. 

Actually, Peter probably wasn't exceptional. Robert knew that most 
of the boys on the site would probably have had exactly the same 
effect on him. Just the sight of these cute teenagers with their 
clothes off was enough to take him to the edges of orgasm. He would 
give almost anything he had for some private time with any of these 
boys. Robert was seventeen, almost eighteen, and his experience in 
matters of a sexual nature was almost zero. In fact, the only time 
in his life that he had touched a penis other than his own had been 
two days ago, when he had burst into the bathroom to find Bryan 
crying in pain because the youngster had just splashed aftershave 
onto his newly shaven groin, mistaking it for moisturiser. Robert 
had thrust his brother into the shower and proceeded to rinse the 
boy's dick and balls with cold water. He could still recall the feel 
of Bryan's cock under his fingers. The memory caused Robert's own 
cock to twitch again. 

Robert looked at the image on the screen and realised that he was 
now comparing Peter to Bryan. Peter was obviously a little older, 
and he was better hung than Bryan, but there was no doubt in 
Robert's mind about which of the two boys was the cuter. Suppressing 
a pang of guilt, Robert moved back to the main index page and 
quickly located the thumbnail picture of Bryan that provided the 
link to the boy's nude set. Robert knew all too well how Bryan felt 
about the idea of his older brother jerking off while looking at his 
nude pictures, but the teen couldn't help himself. He located the 
picture of Bryan that showed the boy laid out naked on the sheepskin 
rug. This was the very same image that had caused the huge row 
between the two brothers earlier in the week. Robert took another 
drink of his beer, put the can down and sat back in his chair, his 
eyes drinking in every detail of his younger brother's naked body. 
His gaze moved from Bryan's cute face, with its shy smile, down over 
the silky smooth skin of the boy's chest, and further down to his 
groin, where his small soft penis and his balls lay atop his thigh. 
Robert had touched his brother there. His heart thumping, the teen 
once again took hold of his erection and began moving his hand in a 
slow, firm rhythm as he remembered the feel of those beautiful 
treasures beneath his fingers. "Shit, why do you have to be so 
fucking cute?" he demanded of the image. He continued to slowly pump 
his hard dick, his other hand moving down to briefly play with his 
balls and then further under, to finger his sensitive arsehole. He 
knew that he was close to shooting, and he decided that this time he 
would keep going; he would take himself over the edge. He began to 
pump faster, his eyes still on the picture. Not long now.

BRINNNGGG

"What the fuck...?"

The sound of the doorbell interrupted the boy just before he reached 
the crucial point. Panicked by the unexpected interruption, Robert's 
eyes flicked between the image on the screen, the sticky head of his 
cock, and the door that led out to the hallway. What should he do? 
It was obviously not Bryan or his parents, since they had keys. 
Maybe it would be best to just ignore it.

BRINNNGGG

The doorbell rang again. Robert leapt to his feet and fought to pull 
up his shorts and trousers and fasten his belt. Who the fuck was it? 
His hands were shaking and he couldn't get his belt fastened. He 
struggled with it. There, got it. He set off for the door and then 
remembered the image on the screen. He turned back towards it.

BRIIIINNNNNNGGG

The doorbell rang for a third time, more insistent this time. 
"Fuck!" Robert muttered. He turned back towards the door, leaving 
the image where it was. He stormed through into the hallway and to 
the front door, fumbling with the latch and pulling the door open. 
And then he stopped dead.

On the doorstep stood a young man, a couple of years older than 
Robert. He was slim, good looking, and seemed to exude a calm 
confidence that immediately caused the teen to swallow back the 
angry comment that he had been ready to make.

"Hi," said the young man. "Is Bryan around?"

Shit! The guy sounded just as hot as he looked. Robert opened and 
closed his mouth a couple of times and then he managed to shake his 
head. "Erm, no. He's out."

The young man looked slightly disappointed. "Oh, OK. My own fault 
for not calling ahead. Is his dad in?"

Again Robert shook his head. "No, Mum and Dad are out as well. 
There's only me," he added.

The guy smiled and shrugged. "Oh well, that's no problem. I'll give 
Bryan a call later. You must be Robert, right? I'm Damian. I'm 
Bryan's mentor at the modelling agency." He held out his hand.

Robert automatically took the hand and shook it, only then realising 
that he'd just used the same hand that a few moments ago had been 
moving up and down his sticky cock. Shit! If this guy were to sniff 
his palm he'd know exactly what Robert had been doing. "Yeah, I'm 
Robert," he managed to say, his mouth dry. This was the guy that 
Bryan worked with? He was fucking gorgeous.

"Pleased to meet you," Damian smiled. He held out a large brown 
envelope. "Could you give this to Bryan when he gets home? He'll 
know what to do with it. Tell him I'll speak to him later."

"Yeah, no problem."

"Thanks." Damian turned to go. Though he'd only gone a few steps 
when he turned back, his expression thoughtful. "Robert, could you 
spare me a few minutes for a quick chat?"

"You want to talk to me?"

"Yeah, it'll only take a few minutes.

"What... what about?"

Damian smiled. "Don't look so worried. I only want to talk to you 
about Bryan. Can I come inside?"

"Erm, yeah, I guess so."

Robert held the front door open for Damian to enter. Damian stepped 
into the hallway and Robert closed the front door before leading the 
way along the hallway, passed the closed door to the lounge, and 
into the kitchen.

Once in the kitchen, Robert moved automatically to the opposite side 
of the kitchen table to his visitor, as if this small barrier 
between them afforded him some sort of protection.  The teen felt 
nervous and uncomfortable and he wondered what this incredible-
looking guy would want to talk to him about.

Damian smiled, and glanced down at one of the chairs that stood 
beside the table. He put his hand onto the chair back. "Is it OK if 
I sit down?" he asked.

"Erm, yeah, sorry, go ahead," Robert stammered, realising that he 
should have asked Damian if he had wanted to sit. As Damian lowered 
himself onto a chair, Robert pulled a chair from beneath his side of 
the table and he too sat down. "You... you said you wanted to talk to 
me about Bryan?"

Damian gave a small nod. "Yeah. I'm a little worried about him." He 
glanced down at his hands which lay on the tabletop, and raised his 
eyes back up to Robert. "He seems to have been up and down so much 
recently. I've tried to talk to him, and he tells me that he's OK, 
but I can't help feeling that he's very unhappy about something. Now 
if it's something here at home, then obviously it isn't any of my 
business. But I need to know that he's not unhappy because he's 
being forced into the modelling. I know he's a bit shy about 
appearing with his clothes off, but that's the same with a lot of 
our models, and he does seem to enjoy himself when he gets into it. 
But I would like to be sure that he's not being pressured into doing 
something that he doesn't want to do."

"You mean are Mum and Dad making him do it?"

Damian frowned. "Perhaps 'making' is too strong a word. I've met 
both your mum and your dad. They're nice people. But I know that 
your dad in particular is very enthusiastic about the modelling and 
I wondered if maybe Bryan felt under pressure to try to please his 
dad."

"I don't think so," said Robert. "Sure, Dad is really hyped up about 
the modelling, and he makes such a fuss over the pictures that it's 
sometimes sick-making, but I've heard both Mum and Dad tell him that 
he can stop whenever he wants."

"Hmm, that doesn't really answer my question." Damian gave a sigh. 
"Though it is nice to know that Bryan is not under any direct 
pressure. I suppose I need to have another chat with him. There's 
certainly something that he's not happy about, especially this last 
week."

Robert cringed inwardly. He knew exactly why Bryan had been so 
unhappy recently. "Erm, I think..." He hesitated, and then tried 
again. "I think it might have something to do with some stuff that 
was going on here at home."

Damian raised a questioning eyebrow, but didn't speak.

"It's mostly sorted out now, though," Robert added, not wanting to 
go into detail. He could feel his face reddening. How much did 
Damian already know? The teen wondered whether Bryan had mentioned 
anything about discovering that his older brother had been using one 
of his pictures as jerk-off material. Not likely. Bryan would never 
tell anyone about that. Then Robert remembered that he had left that 
exact same picture up on the computer screen and he shot a panicked 
glance towards the door that led directly through into the lounge. 
The door stood slightly ajar. From where Damian was sitting, he 
would be able to see through the small gap into the lounge. Could he 
see the computer screen? Robert didn't think so, but he couldn't be 
sure. 

"So whatever it was had nothing to do with the modelling?" Damian 
asked.

"Not directly, no." Robert shook his head.

Damian looked relieved. "That's good to know, though I think I'm 
still going to have that talk with Bryan."

There was a short, uncomfortable silence, during which Damian looked 
at Robert thoughtfully. Robert wished the guy would stop looking at 
him like that, and again he glanced at the partly open door, 
wondering whether Damian could in fact see the computer screen.

"So how do you feel about what Bryan is doing?" Damian suddenly 
asked.

Robert blinked, taken by surprise at having the focus suddenly put 
on him. He forced a shrug. "It makes no difference to me," he said, 
trying to sound as though he really couldn't care.

A smile twitched at the corners of Damian's mouth as though he were 
amused at the answer, but was trying not to show it. "You're not 
maybe a little jealous?"

"Why the hell should I be jealous?" Robert asked. "I'm not 
interested in being a model."

"I was thinking more along the lines of you being jealous of the 
attention that Bryan is receiving. You described the attention that 
your dad gives to Bryan as sick-making."

Robert squirmed. Was he really that easy to read? He gave an 
embarrassed smile. "I guess maybe I was a bit jealous; I still am in 
a way. But I'm also..." He broke off. This was so difficult to say. 
"I'm also really proud of him," he said, forcing the words out. Now 
that he'd said it, his smile broadened. "I think he looks amazing in 
the pictures that I've seen."

"He sure does," Damian agreed. His eyes flicked towards the partly 
open doorway, and then he grinned. "Maybe you ought to tell him 
that."

Robert felt himself blushing. It was fairly obvious from the 
expression on Damian's face that he had seen what was on the 
computer screen. "I would, but he doesn't like me looking at his 
pictures."

"So you have to look at them when he's not around?" Damian's tone 
was almost gentle. The man gave an understanding smile.

Robert looked at the door to the lounge, and then back to Damian. 
"You won't say anything to Bryan, will you?" he begged. "Things are 
just coming right between us."

"I'm pleased to hear that," Damian said, laughing softly. "After 
hearing Bryan talk about you, I was left with the impression that 
you were the big brother from hell; second only to Jon's sister in 
the demonic siblings stakes. It's good that the two of you have 
managed to start sorting things out. No, I won't say anything to 
him." He got up from his chair and reached for the lounge door, 
pulling it all the way open. "You like that picture?" he asked, 
looking towards the computer.

"Yeah," Robert admitted. There seemed little use in denying it.

"It's one of my own favourites," said Damian. "It also looks set to 
become the single biggest selling print that we've ever had. It's 
been online less than two days and the orders are already flooding 
in." He looked for a moment longer and then turned back and retook 
his seat. Again he was looking at Robert with that thoughtful 
expression. "Have you ever considered giving the modelling a go?" he 
asked.

"What?" This one had really come straight out of the blue. Robert 
gave a short laugh. "No, I don't think so. I'd never make a model. 
Besides, I'm too old for your agency: I'm almost eighteen."

Damian shrugged, lightly. "You are pretty much at our upper age 
limit, which would mean that you wouldn't earn anything like the 
amount that Bryan can potentially make, but you should still be able 
to make a decent income. Also, you would be able to use the fact 
that you're Bryan's brother. That would increase the interest in you 
considerably; especially if we could get some nude sets of the two 
of you together."

Robert's heart gave a sudden lurch at the thought of posing naked 
his brother. The idea of being photographed with his clothes off 
sent a chill right through him, but if he was being photographed 
with Bryan, or even with one of the other cute boys from the site, 
it might be worth considering. Then again... He shook his head. "I 
don't think so. It's an interesting idea, but it's just not me." 
Then he gave a grin. "I wouldn't mind your job though."

Damian started to laugh. "You'd probably change your mind if you 
knew what my job involved. I spend ninety percent of my time gazing 
at a computer screen correcting other people's photographs. It's not 
exactly exciting."

"It does have its plus side though."

"It does," Damian agreed. "Working with the boys is the best job in 
the world."

"Assuming I wanted to get into something like that, how would I go 
about it?" asked Robert.

Damian gave Robert a considering look. "Do you have any experience 
with photography?"

"No."

"In that case you'd have to find a studio willing to take you on and 
teach you from scratch. That could be a problem if you have no 
experience at all."

Robert sighed. "That's what I thought. It was just an idea."

"If you're seriously interested in something like that, try taking 
one of those college courses in photography. That would be a good 
place to start. In the meantime, give some serious thought to making 
an appearance on the other side of the camera."

"Yeah, OK," laughed Robert, already sure that there was no way he 
was going to be talked into any kind of modelling.

"Well, I'd better be going," said Damian. He got up from his chair. 
"It was nice meeting you. Don't forget to give Bryan this envelope, 
and tell him I'll give him a ring some time this evening. Oh, and 
better get that picture off your computer before Bryan gets back."

"I'll do that," grinned Robert. He showed Damian to the front door 
and shook the man's hand again. As Damian walked away, Robert 
couldn't help wondering whether he'd made a mistake in being so 
quick to turn down the modelling. Damian was hot, and maybe getting 
naked in front of him wasn't really such a bad idea. Damn! Now he 
had yet another reason to be jealous of Bryan.






Jon was getting impatient. He was waiting for Jack to get back from 
his regular Sunday afternoon soccer game. The older boy had been due 
home almost half an hour ago, but there was still no sign of him. 
Jon glanced at his watch and then down at the laptop, trying to 
decide whether or not to pass the time by having another look 
through the nude set of Bryan that had gone online on Friday. He 
reached for the laptop, and then changed his mind. He glanced at his 
watch and sighed. Where was Jack? 

Damian was arranging for Jon to do a stripping video, probably 
sometime towards the end of the coming week. This was something that 
Jon had wanted to do right from the first time that he had watched 
the video of Danny stripping. However, now that he had the chance of 
doing such a video, Jon was starting to feel nervous. He'd had a 
lesson with Danny, which had been really helpful, but that had been 
cut short when Eric, Danny's mentor, had found out about it. The 
miserable old bugger had hauled Danny off to "do some real work." 
Jon had since tried to practise at home, both watching himself in a 
mirror and copying moves from Danny's video, but he really didn't 
feel confident, and he was now pretty much convinced that he was 
going to mess up when it came time to do it for real. He'd decided 
that what he needed was the chance to practise in front of someone 
else so that he could watch their reaction, and Jack had promised to 
sit and watch when he got home from soccer.

Humming softly to himself, Jon went through a couple of moves, 
moving his hips in a circular motion and running his hands up and 
down his body. After a moment he stopped, unable to decide whether 
he looked sexy or just plain silly. He gave a frustrated sigh and 
crossed to the window to see if there was any sign of Jack coming 
home. However, just as Jon reached the window, he heard the sound of 
footsteps on the stairs. He turned and smiled as Jack breezed into 
the room.

Jack was bare-chested, wearing just his soccer shorts, socks and 
training shoes. His muscular torso glistened with sweat. He gave Jon 
an apologetic grin. "Sorry. The game went on a bit longer than 
usual. Let me grab a quick shower and then I'm all yours for the 
rest of the afternoon."

Jon giggled. "Does that mean that we can do some other stuff 
together later; maybe jerk each other?"

Jack gave a theatrical sigh. "I thought that you wanted me to watch 
you strip?" he said, as he struggled to pull off his training shoes.

"I do. But that won't take all afternoon."

"Well you'd better make sure that you do a good job with the 
stripping and make me really horny," Jack laughed. "Then we'll see." 
He finished removing his training shoes and his socks, and then he 
stood and pushed down his shorts and under-shorts. Naked, he glanced 
down at himself and scratched at the shaven area above his dick. 
"Better take care of this later," he said, with a frown. "It's 
starting to feel a bit bristly and it itches like hell. I think it's 
time for another shave. How's yours getting on? Ready for shaving 
again yet? Toby seemed to think that you were."

Jon gave an embarrassed smile as he recalled his narrow escape of 
the previous evening. He'd been naked and tied to Jack's bed when 
Toby had decided to try his hand at shaving. It had taken some fast 
talking and heavy bargaining to talk the younger boy out of the 
idea. "I think it's getting ready."

"Let me see," said Jack.

Wordlessly, Jon stepped towards his brother and unfastened his 
trousers. He pushed both his trousers and his shorts down to mid-
thigh, presenting his groin to his brother.

Jack ran his fingers lightly over the area above the boy's dick. He 
nodded. "Yeah, it wouldn't hurt to give you a shave. We'll take care 
of it later." He bent and picked up his discarded socks and shorts 
and dropped them onto his bed. "I'd better get my shower; I won't be 
long." Still naked, he headed out of the bedroom.

Jon pulled up his shorts and fastened his trousers. He smiled 
happily to himself. It looked like he was going to get the chance of 
another jerk-off session with Jack. Maybe they'd be able to kiss 
again, like they did last time; that had been really awesome. Also, 
maybe...  Jon thought back to Friday and the blow-job he had received 
from Danny. Then he thought about yesterday, and the feel and taste 
of Toby's small dick inside his mouth. He tried to imagine what it 
would be like to suck on Jack's hard cock. Jack still didn't know 
anything about Jon's experiences with either Danny or Toby. Jon 
hated keeping secrets from his brother, and decided that if they did 
get chance to play around later, he would tell Jack everything. 

It took less than ten minutes for Jack to shower, dry off, and 
return to the bedroom with a towel around his waist and another 
around his shoulders. During this time, Jon had powered up the 
laptop and selected the music track that he was going to dance to. 
While Jon made the final preparations, Jack dispensed with the 
towels, pulled a clean pair of shorts from a drawer and stepped into 
them.

"OK, I'm ready for you," said Jack, sitting down on his bed.

Jon looked at his brother and smiled nervously. "You won't laugh at 
me, will you?" he asked.

"No, of course I won't," said Jack, laughing. "Come on, get on with 
it. Show me what you can do."

"OK, but you'd better not laugh," said Jon. He set the music going, 
listened to it for a moment to catch the beat and then began to move 
his body. He'd pushed his own bed right up against Toby's so as to 
give as much space as possible, but even so, there still wasn't much 
room to move around. He began to circle his hips and run his hands 
up and down his body, like he'd practised earlier, keeping his eyes 
on Jack's face. He felt silly, but he forced himself to keep going. 
After a few moments, he slid his hands up underneath his shirt, 
sliding his palms over the skin of his chest. This served to lift up 
the front of his shirt, showing several inches of smooth stomach. 
Jack sat watching with a smile on his face; he showed no signs of 
laughing. Encouraged, Jon pushed the front of his shirt further up, 
revealing the rest of his stomach and the lower part of his chest. 
He took a step towards his brother so that he was standing directly 
in front of the older boy. He was vaguely aware of the sound of the 
doorbell, just audible above the music. He ignored it; their mother 
was downstairs and she would answer it. He lifted his shirt up even 
further, all the way to his neck, his hips constantly moving from 
side to side.

"Jack?" Their mother's voice came from the bottom of the stairs. 
"You have a visitor."

Jon stopped his dancing, giving a disappointed pout as he allowed 
his shirt to fall back into place. "I've waited all day for this," 
he groaned.

"Sorry," said Jack, with an understanding grimace. "I'd better go 
see who it is." He got up and squeezed Jon's shoulder, and then went 
to the bedroom door.

Trying to hide his annoyance, Jon turned off the music. He watched 
as his brother stepped out onto the landing, and then he heard Jack 
say: "Hi, come on up." There was the sound of quick footsteps on the 
stairs and a moment later Jack came back into the bedroom. With him 
was Dave.

Jon felt his shoulders sag and he suppressed a groan. The last time 
Dave had entered this room Jon had been tied naked and spread-eagled 
on Jack's bed in the throes of orgasm, his hard cock pumping out cum 
onto his stomach. It had been the most embarrassing moment of Jon's 
life. The memory caused the young teen to grimace, though strangely, 
it also caused his stomach to clench with remembered excitement. 
Amazingly, Dave appeared to have taken the scene pretty much in his 
stride, finding it more amusing than anything, but that didn't seem 
to make it much easier for Jon to come face to face with the boy 
again. Also, Dave's appearance put a spanner in the works as far as 
Jon's stripping practise was concerned. The disappointment must have 
been obvious on the youngster's face as Jack, standing slightly 
behind Dave, gave an exaggerated 'Hey, what can I do?' type of 
shrug.

Dave glanced around the room, obviously taking in the pushed-aside 
bed, the open laptop, and the expression on Jon's face. He looked at 
Jack. "Is this a bad time?" he asked, uncertainly.

Jack shook his head. "Don't worry, it's not a big deal," he said.

Dave looked from one brother to the other. "I was just at a bit of a 
loose end, so I thought I'd come round and see what you guys were 
doing. I can go again if you're busy."

"No, it's OK," said Jon, pushing his disappointment aside and 
forcing a smile. "We can do it later."

Jack was looking thoughtful. "You could still do it now, if you 
want," Jack suggested, tentatively. "Dave already knows about the 
modelling and stuff. And it's not like he's going to be seeing 
anything that he hasn't seen already," he added, with a grin.

"You mean let Dave watch me?" Jon wasn't altogether certain that he 
liked the idea. It wasn't so much the undressing that bothered him, 
since Jack was right, Dave had already seen him naked. Not just on 
that extremely embarrassing occasion the previous day, but also on 
several previous occasions when Dave had stayed over. The dancing, 
however, was a different matter. "But I'm not very good," he said, 
lamely.

"Not very good at what?" Dave asked. "What are you guys up to?" It 
was clear that his curiosity had been aroused. 

"Jon's going to be doing a video for the modelling site," Jack 
explained. "It's a stripping video: he takes his clothes off to the 
music. I said that I would watch him practise this afternoon. We 
were just starting when you arrived."

Dave's eyes widened slightly and his handsome, dark-skinned face 
split in a grin. "Stripping? You mean like... naked?"

Jon nodded, nervously. 

"Totally naked?" Dave asked.

Jon nodded again.

Dave looked at Jack, who was dressed in just a pair of shorts. "And 
you get naked as well?"

"Not me," Jack laughed. "I've just got out of the shower. I've done 
some naked modelling, like I told you yesterday, but I'm no dancer. 
This is Jon's show."

"You guys definitely are strange," said Dave. "I can't get my head 
round the idea of you letting someone put naked pictures of you on 
the Internet where anyone can see them."

Jack shrugged. "It's a lot of fun, and the pay is amazing."

"So you said yesterday," said Dave, not looking convinced. "But OK, 
if you want an audience, I guess I'm game."

Jon hesitated. He didn't feel at all confident, and would have 
preferred that Dave hadn't been there; though he knew that when it 
came time to do the actual video, there would probably be other 
people there besides Damian: that Max guy for a start. So he may as 
well get used to having people watching. "Alright," he said. "But if 
either of you laugh at me, I'm going to stop." He waited while Dave 
and Jack made themselves comfortable, side by side on Jack's bed, 
and then he restarted the music.

As he began to move, Jon felt extremely awkward. It was as though he 
could actually feel both Jack and Dave looking at him. He tried to 
put the thought from his mind and to concentrate on the beat of the 
music. Slowly and sensuously, he started to move his hands up and 
down his body, first over his shirt, and then up underneath it. 
After a few moments he crossed his hands in front of himself, took 
hold of the lower hem of his shirt, and lifted the garment, pulling 
it up over his head. He held onto it for a moment and then let it 
fall to the ground. Continuing to hold his hands in the air, he 
slowly turned in a full circle, his hips in constant motion. As he 
came back to face the front, he carefully searched the faces of the 
two older boys for any signs of laughter; he found none. He 
continued to dance for a couple of minutes, swaying to the rhythm, 
his hands sliding across his slim, bare chest, then, at what he felt 
was an appropriate point, he suddenly stopped, lifted one leg, and 
took hold of his shoe. He paused for a moment and then flicked the 
shoe off, as he had seen Danny do during their practise. It worked. 
He had managed to fit it in to the music. He was pleased with 
himself and showed it with a happy grin. He repeated the procedure 
with the other shoe, and then his socks, tossing the socks one at 
Jack and one at Dave. Both of the older boys laughed good-naturedly 
as they batted the socks aside.

Jon's confidence was now increasingly dramatically. He could do 
this; he knew he could, though he still felt a nervous twisting in 
his stomach as he unfastened his trousers and pushed them down his 
hips. He stepped out of the trousers and kicked them aside. He was 
now wearing only a pair of tight, black briefs. The briefs were new 
and he had been out and bought them himself a couple of days ago, 
specifically for his stripping. He thought they looked sexy, and the 
tightness of the garment pulled his adolescent equipment into a tidy 
bulge at the front.

"Hey, very nice," grinned Jack. "You look good; they suit you."

Dave didn't comment, but his eyes were fixed firmly on the younger 
boy's almost naked body.

Jon turned and gave his audience a view from behind, moving his rear 
from side to side. He reached behind himself and ran his fingers 
over his arse cheeks and then slid his hands down inside the back of 
his briefs. Then he turned back to his audience and repeated the 
process, this time stroking across the front of the briefs, 
outlining the bulge with his fingers, and then sliding his hands 
down inside, pushing down the front of the garment just enough to 
almost, but not quite, reveal the base of his dick.

Dave let out a ragged breath and Jack gave a soft laugh and 
playfully punched his friend's arm. 

"Too hot for you?" Jack teased his friend. Dave didn't reply.

Jon removed his hands from his briefs and continued to dance, moving 
teasingly close to his audience and then backing away. He found that 
he was really enjoying himself. From the way that Dave was watching 
him, Jon was reasonably certain that the boy was getting turned on, 
but it wasn't possible to see whether he had a boner because of the 
way that he was sitting, hunched forwards with his forearms on his 
upper legs. 

The final cadence of the music sounded and Jon froze in place, 
waiting for the next track to start. When it did, Jon again picked 
up the beat and resumed his swaying. He recalled the things that 
Danny had done during the practise at the studio, and wondered 
whether he would have the nerve to try some of them himself. He 
danced closer to Jack until he was right in front of his brother, as 
close as he could get. Then, leaning forwards, the young teen took 
hold of Jack's wrist, pulled it towards him and twisted it round so 
that he could push Jack's palm flat against his own bare chest. Jack 
laughed, but didn't resist as his hand slid down the front of Jon's 
bare torso, ending pressed right up against the bulge in the boy's 
briefs.

Jon giggled, released his brother's arm and danced away. He turned 
away from the two older boys, then, with his back to his attentive 
audience, he pushed down the front of his tight briefs and tucked 
them behind his balls. Swallowing back his sudden nervousness, he 
sprang back around, thrusting with his hips in time to the music and 
causing his now exposed dick to flap madly from side to side.

"I don't believe this," Dave laughed. He shook his head and briefly 
covered his eyes with his hands; though seconds later he was 
watching again. 

Encouraged, Jon moved closer to Dave, swinging his soft cock from 
side to side just inches from the boy's face. Then he reached for 
Dave's wrist and repeated what he done with Jack just a few moments 
ago. Dave allowed his hand to be moved down Jon's front. This time, 
though, Jon's groin was exposed, and Dave's hand came into direct 
contact with Jon's cock and balls.

"Hey!" Dave called out with an embarrassed laugh, as he snatched his 
hand away. 

Jon was also laughing. He'd got Dave to touch his dick, and it had 
felt nice. He stayed up close in front of Dave, but turned to face 
in the other direction. Still dancing, he slowly pushed his briefs 
down, bending forwards as he did so, knowing that his backside was 
immediately in front of Dave's face.

"Ugh! Gross!" said Dave. Jack was laughing loudly.

Jon felt a playful slap against one of his arse cheeks. He turned 
his head to see Jack's hand pulling away. He laughed softly, stood 
upright and stepped out of his briefs. He was now totally naked. He 
again turned to face his audience, thrilled by the thought that they 
were seeing him with nothing on. They'd both seen him naked before, 
but somehow this was different: this time he was deliberately 
flaunting his body in front of them. It felt great. For the first 
time, he could begin to understand why Danny got a rush when 
stripping in front of an audience of strangers at the 'Little 
Dancer' club. Feeling daring, he ran his hands down his front to his 
groin, briefly playing with his cock, then he stretched his arms up 
above his head, so that every inch of his body was fully exposed. He 
loved the feeling of the older boys' eyes on his body and he felt a 
stirring down at his groin. A moment of panic quickly turned into a 
thrill of excitement. He wanted them to see him hard. He turned 
away, still rhythmically moving his hips, and began stroking his 
dick with his fingers, bringing it to life. It didn't take long. The 
stimulation, coupled with the boy's excitement at the situation, 
quickly caused his penis to stiffen, and in no time at all he was 
sporting a full boner. He drew in a breath, and turned back to face 
the watching fifteen-year-olds. 

"Holy shit!" Dave gasped, his eyes coming to rest on Jon's erection. 
He swallowed hard, as Jon danced closer to him, the boy's hard cock 
standing proud, just inches from the older teen's face.

Jon took hold of himself and stroked up and down his hard shaft a 
couple of times, hooking the index finger of his other hand behind 
his balls and pulling them forwards. He wondered whether he dare do 
a full jerk-off, but worried that that might be going a bit too far. 
Instead he backed away and continued to dance for several more 
minutes, just giving his erection occasional teasing strokes.

As the track finished, Jon stopped his dancing, bent to the laptop, 
and turned off the music player. He then turned to look at the two 
watching boys. "So, what did you think?" he asked, shyly.

"It was, erm, different," said Dave, looking a little shell-shocked.

"You were great," said Jack, with a laugh. "I think you're ready for 
the video. Though that might be a problem." He nodded his head 
towards Jon's slim but very hard erection.

Jon looked down at his stiff dick and felt himself blushing. Now 
that he was no longer dancing he had lost much of confidence, and he 
found that standing here with a boner while two fully-clothed older 
boys looked him over was embarrassing. "Danny says that the only way 
to stop that happening is to jerk off a few times before doing the 
strip," he said. "Unless the vid is for the 'hard' site. In that 
case Danny says that it's best not to jerk off for a few days before 
so that you can be sure to get a boner when you want one."

Dave's eyes had widened further. "You mean they actually make videos 
of you hard? What the fuck are you guys into?"

Jack raised an admonishing eyebrow in Jon's direction, and the 
younger boy realised that he had spoken without thinking. They had 
told Dave about the modelling agency, and even about the nude 
modelling, but had not said anything to him about the harder stuff.

"It's just something else that we can do if we want," Jack explained 
to his friend. "The agency operates three different websites. There 
are the two that we showed you last night, and there's also a third 
one where the boys get boners and maybe jerk off or jerk each other 
off and stuff like that."

"You've actually done stuff like that?" Dave asked, a disbelieving 
look on his face.

Jack hesitated for a moment before answering. "I've done a couple of 
shoots for that site. Jon hasn't done anything of that kind yet 
though."

"But I'm going to," Jon added, quickly, in support of his brother.

"So that was the video that Toby mentioned yesterday," said Dave, 
with a sort of smile. He was quiet for a moment, and then he looked 
directly at Jack and swallowed nervously. "So are you going to show 
me this other website?"

Jack shook his head. "We can't. We don't even have access to it 
ourselves yet."

A look that could only have been disappointment passed across Dave's 
face. "Ah, OK."

There was a short, uncomfortable silence, where no one moved. Jon 
started thinking that it might be a good idea if he put some clothes 
on; he was starting to feel silly.

Jack was still looking at Dave, thoughtfully. "I do have a copy of 
one of the vids that I made for the site," he said. "I guess you can 
watch that. But I want you to promise that you aren't going to freak 
out on me or anything. Also, I'd rather you didn't talk about it to 
anyone else."

Dave appeared to think over Jack's suggestion for a moment, and then 
he nodded. "OK," he said. "Let's see it."

While Jack retrieved the CD containing the video of the recording 
from his personal drawer, Jon picked up his briefs and, with a shy 
glance in Dave's direction, he stepped into them and pulled them up. 
Luckily, his erection had subsided somewhat, so he was able to get 
his dick down inside the skimpy garment, though there was still an 
obvious ridge as the material was pulled tight over his cock.

"You were good," said Dave, looking a little embarrassed as he 
pulled his eyes from Jon's groin area. "When are you going to do 
this thing for real?"

"I'm not sure yet," Jon replied. "Damian, he's my mentor at the 
agency, said that he's going to set it up for towards the end of the 
week. I've got to go in tomorrow though to do a shoot with a boy 
called Bryan. And Damian also says that me and Jack are going to be 
doing a shoot together; I can't wait for that one." He gave a 
giggle. "Actually I can't for all of them."

"You really like doing it that much?"

Jon nodded. "Starting the modelling was the best thing I've ever 
done. I love everything about it." He sat down on Jack's bed, next 
to Dave. Jack had started up the laptop and inserted the CD and had 
put the laptop on Jon's bed, which he had pulled back to its usual 
position in the centre of the room. 

"You really sure you want to see this?" Jack asked Dave, hesitating 
with his finger over the key that would start the video playing.

Dave grinned. "Yeah, of course I want to see it. You've got me 
curious now." He gave a shrug. "I've seen you with a boner before, 
anyway."

"OK, here we go." Jack started the video and sat down on the other 
side of Dave.

The title of the video appeared in white letters on a black screen: 
"Jack - Bound and Shaved."  Dave gave an audible gasp and turned his 
head to look at his friend. 

Jack gave the boy a questioning look. "I can still turn it off."

Dave gave a short laugh and put out a restraining hand as he shook 
his head. "No way. This I gotta see."

The video continued through the brief interview section and onto the 
part where Damian stripped Jack down to his shorts and tied the 
boy's hands to the overhead bar. Dave watched wide-eyed and opened 
mouthed as Damian's hands slid down into Jack's shorts, obviously 
playing with the teen's cock, first inside the shorts and then out 
in the open. Jack's cock was put back into his shorts and his legs 
were pulled apart as Damian secured his ankles to the side poles. 
Then, as Damian ripped Jack's shorts away, Dave drew in a long 
ragged breath.

"It was nothing like as serious as it looks," Jack reassured his 
friend. "They've cut out all of the laughing and joking around."

"Yeah, OK," Dave muttered, not really listening, his eyes still 
glued to the screen. "Shit, I don't believe I'm seeing this," he 
gasped, as Damian ran his hands over Jack's completely naked body 
and then stroked the teen to a full erection.

"You want me to turn it off?" Jack asked, worriedly.

Dave just shook his head and swallowed visibly. His hand absently 
moved upwards over his thigh to stroke across his groin.

Watching the video had made Jon hard again, and seeing Dave touching 
himself through his trousers caused the youngster's cock to twitch 
spasmodically. Jon had seen Dave naked a couple of times, but he'd 
never seen him hard, and he tried to picture what the boy would look 
like. He surreptitiously stroked his own dick through the material 
of his briefs, and then, checking that Dave's attention was fully on 
the action on the screen, he slid his fingers down inside his briefs 
and massaged the sticky head of his own hard cock.

The video continued through the shaving section as Jack's body, 
including his groin, was denuded of hair, and then moved onto the 
finale, where Damian wanked the still bound teen to orgasm. The cum 
spurting from Jack's cock was captured in exquisite, slow-motion, 
close-up, and his moans were clearly audible. Then the camera moved 
upwards and Damian leaned in and kissed Jack full on the lips, the 
interplay of their tongues clearly evident.

"Holy shit!" Dave gasped as the screen went blank. He lowered his 
head, breathing deeply

Jack quickly got up and closed the laptop. "Remember that you 
promised not to freak out on me," he said, his eyes on Dave.

Dave raised his head and met Jack's gaze. He made an effort to 
smile, his face going through several expressions before it found 
the right one. "I'm not going to freak," he said, his voice 
unsteady. "I just didn't expect anything like that. That was some 
serious shit."

"Yeah, I guess it was," Jack agreed. "But there was a lot of 
laughing and joking went on as well. Damian's really cool and he 
makes everything so much fun, but really hot at the same time."

"I'm going to ask Damian if I can do a vid like that," said Jon.

Dave nodded. "So that's why you had Toby tie you up yesterday?"

"Yeah," Jon grinned, feeling his face heat up as remembered how he 
had been caught mid-orgasm. "It feels awesome. You should try it."

"I don't think so," said Dave, laughing, as he looked at the younger 
boy. He shook his head. "This is so weird," he said. He turned back 
to Jack. "You even kissed that guy."

Jack gave the closest thing to a shy smile that Jon had ever seen. 
"Yeah, I did, and I can't deny that it was hot. Look, Dave, I'm not 
gay or anything, not that there's anything wrong with being gay, but 
I'm not going to deny that doing that scene was amazing. Even 
watching it back gets me so hot that I want to shoot in my shorts."

Dave looked uncomfortable and glanced down at his own groin. "At 
least I know it not just me then," he said, wryly. 

There was a short pause, during which time Jon and Jack exchanged 
looks. Jon was feeling a serious need to jerk off and he was sure 
that Jack was in the same position.

"We could do something about it," said Jack, his tone cautious, as 
he replied to Dave's last comment. Standing in front of his brother 
and his friend, he put his thumbs under the waistband of his shorts 
and slowly pushed them down. His hard cock sprang free, a solid pole 
of flesh pointing up and out from his body.

Dave stared at his naked friend, his eyes fixing on Jack's rampant 
erection, and he swallowed nervously. He hesitated for a moment and 
then gave a small nod. "OK." His hands went to the front of his 
trousers and he began fumbling with his belt.

Quickly, Jon removed his own briefs, kicking them off his feet. His 
fingers wrapped around his boner as he eagerly watched Dave undress. 

Dave had finished unfastening his trousers, and he stood up in order 
to push them down. There was a moment of hesitation, and then his 
shorts followed his trousers. His cock was rock hard, the head 
swollen and sticky with precum. He looked to be a little bigger than 
Jack, and he had a thick patch of dark, wiry pubic hair around the 
base of his dick that spread down onto his balls, with a few stray 
curls on his inner thighs. He glanced at the two brothers, saw them 
both looking at him, and responded with a nervous smile. "I guess I 
may as well take everything off," he said. He lifted his top and 
pulled it up over his head, dropping it behind him onto the bed.

Jon had had a crush on Dave for quite some time. He had seen his 
brother's friend naked on several occasions, but this was the first 
time he'd seen him in this condition. Dave was hot. His body was 
slim; his build closer to Jon's than to Jack's. His skin was smooth 
and dark, and except for his pubes and  small patches in his 
armpits, he appeared almost hairless.

Dave sat back down on Jack's bed and Jack sat opposite, on Jon's 
bed, next to the laptop. Jon shuffled from his place on Jack's bed 
and dropped to his knees on the floor, sitting back on his heels; it 
was not the most comfortable position, but it did allow him a clear 
view of both of the older boys. All three of them went to work.

Jon's eyes moved constantly between Jack and Dave as he jerked his 
own cock. Jack was looking down at his own dick, his hand moving in 
slow, deliberate strokes. Dave's technique was more energetic; his 
entire fist encircled his cock and he moved his hand quickly up and 
down the entire length of his shaft, sliding his sticky foreskin 
backwards and forwards across the reddish-coloured head and causing 
his balls to bounce in time with his wanking. In contrast, Jon used 
the tips of his fingers and his thumb, wanking quickly for a few 
moments and then pausing to play with the sensitive head.

"Last one to shoot has to clean up the mess," Jack grinned. Dave 
responded with a disgusted grunt and Jon giggled. Jack glanced at 
Dave to ensure that the boy wasn't watching and gave Jon a wink.

Jon would have preferred that the experience be much more 'hands 
on.' He would have loved the chance to be able to touch Dave's hard 
cock, rather than just looking at it; touching was always so much 
better than watching. He and Jack had jerked each other several 
times now, and Jon loved the feel of another boy's hand on his dick. 
Maybe at some stage he and Dave might actually be able to touch each 
other. That would be so cool.

Jon's musings were interrupted as Dave gave a low groan and cum 
spurted from the end of his dick, some of it ending up on Jack's 
bare foot. He gave an apologetic grimace and continued to milk the 
remaining cum from his cock, catching it in the palm of his other 
hand. Seeing Dave shoot provided the extra excitement needed to push 
Jon over the edge. He straightened up on his knees, pushing his hips 
forwards as he spurted onto the carpet between the beds, and then he 
giggled breathlessly as some of his cum joined Dave's on Jack's 
feet. Jack didn't seem bothered, he shot Jon a quick smile as he 
continued to pump his own erection, his muscular chest rising and 
falling with each deep, gasping breath. It didn't take long for Jack 
to join the others and shoot his load. At the very last moment, he 
dropped onto his back and spurted onto his thick, sticky goo onto 
his stomach and chest, gave himself a few final strokes and then lay 
there, panting.

None of the boys moved for a full minute. Then Jon rose to his feet, 
stretched his cramped legs, and retrieved the damp towel that Jack 
had discarded after his shower. He used it to wipe his hands and the 
head of his cock and then passed it to Dave. Dave gratefully 
accepted the towel and quickly cleaned himself. He held out the 
towel to Jack but at the last moment he appeared to change his mind. 
With a grimace, as though he were doing something unpleasant, Dave 
bent and used the towel to wipe the cum from Jack's feet.

"Thanks," said Jack, propping himself up on his elbows. "You going 
take care of the rest as well?" he asked, with a grin, looking down 
at his cum-spattered torso.

"Don't push your luck," Dave laughed, tossing the towel in Jack's 
direction. "Besides, you were last and you said the last one had to 
clean up. There's still the carpet to take care of." He stood and 
watched, as Jack cleaned himself.

After wiping his stomach, his dick, and finally getting down and 
rubbing the carpet, Jack threw the towel over towards the door and 
then picked up his shorts and stepped back into them. Dave followed 
suit, pulling on his own shorts and starting to put on the rest of 
his clothes. Jon was a little disappointed; he would far rather they 
all stayed naked, but at least he'd been able to watch Dave jerk 
off. 

"So what do you guys want to do now?" Jack asked, standing in his 
under-shorts while Dave finished dressing.

Jon shrugged. "Anything you like." He'd put on his own briefs and 
his shirt.

"We could all go see a movie," Jack suggested. "My treat."

"Yeah, OK." Jon agreed. There was a big multiplex cinema in the 
town. Jon had no idea what was showing at the moment, but there was 
bound to be something suitable.

Dave nodded. "Fine with me," he said. He'd finished dressing, but he 
looked somewhat subdued.

"Hey, Dave, you OK?" Jack asked. "You're not about to start feeling 
bad about what we just did are you?"

"No," said Dave, shaking his head. "I'm cool with it." He glanced 
towards the laptop and gave a grin. "I guess the fact that I'm 
turned on by that stuff makes me almost as weird as you guys."

"Nothing weird about that," said Jack. "Any video with me in it is 
bound to turn anyone on: I'm one hot stud. Here, give us a kiss." He 
lunged toward Dave with his arms open and his lips puckered. 

"Get off, pervert," Dave giggled. He tried to jump out of the way 
but wasn't fast enough to prevent Jack catching him and planting a 
wet, noisy kiss on his cheek.

Jon regarded the dark-skinned boy speculatively. In his opinion, 
Dave hadn't made much of an effort to avoid that kiss. Could the 
teen be hiding something? Deep in thought, Jon began pulling on the 
rest of his clothes. Maybe there was a better chance of him getting 
his hands on Dave's body than he had originally thought. 

*****

The story continues in Chapter 19: Camera Fun
 
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