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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 21 - First Date
by
Gymnopedies



Wednesday morning found Bryan feeling rather sorry for himself. He knew
that he'd gone way too far by calling Robert a "filthy queer", but it
had slipped out in the heat of the moment; it was not as though he had
really meant it. It was all so unfair. Just as everything had been
going well, Robert had gone and spoilt things by agreeing to do
modelling and, even worse, by getting Damian to let him help with the
photography. The cool, logical part of Bryan's mind kept telling him
that he was being childish. So what if Robert got to watch him posing;
even posing naked? Was that really so bad? After all, Robert could look
at the website whenever he wanted and see pictures of him with
everything on show. And there had also been the shaving incident, where
Robert had burst in to help him, putting him in the shower and even
touching him "down there". So what was the problem? Bryan couldn't
answer that one. All he knew was that on an emotional level he didn't
want Robert watching while he was being photographed; especially while
he was being photographed naked. He just didn't want it. End of story.
So why should he need another reason?

After the row yesterday, the boy had laid on his bed, feeling steadily
more miserable. After what had felt like a very long time, but was in
reality probably around an hour or so, his mother had called him down,
telling him that his evening meal was on the table. The meal had been a
thoroughly uncomfortable experience. Robert, sitting opposite, had
completely ignored him the whole time, speaking only to their mum and
dad. The two adults had carried on pretty much as though there was
nothing wrong, though the young teen had been sure that he could detect
a certain coolness in their voices when they spoke to him, particularly
his dad, who seemed to be giving him reproachful looks all the time.
Following the meal, Bryan had gone straight back up to his room, where
he had continued his lonely sulk. At one point in the evening, his dad
had put his head around the bedroom door and asked Bryan if he was
alright and whether he was going to come down and watch TV, but Bryan
had simply shook his head and the man had left him alone.

Now, after a restless night, Bryan was feeling more miserable than
ever. He used the bathroom, getting a quick shower, and then returned
to his bedroom to get dressed. Nervously, he made his way down the
stairs, treading softly, almost like an intruder in his own home. He
walked passed the lounge, which was empty, and into the kitchen. His
dad was sitting at the kitchen table drinking a cup of coffee and
reading his morning paper. The man looked up and gave a brief smile as
Bryan entered.

Bryan returned the smile, though it was somewhat forced and took a lot
of effort. "Where's Mum?"

"She's just popped next door. She said she won't be long."

"Oh, OK." Bryan got himself a bowl from a cupboard, filled it with
cereal and sat down at the table. He kept his eyes down on the tabletop
as he reached for the milk. He was sure he could feel his father's eyes
on him. He poured some milk over the cereal, put down the jug and
picked up a spoon. He raised a spoonful of cereal to his lips and then
hesitated. He lowered the spoon back to the bowl. He wasn't hungry. He
just felt sick.

"Those flakes will go soggy if you sit there looking at them."

Bryan raised his eyes and saw that his dad was indeed watching him. He
felt his throat tighten and he steeled himself, determined that he
wasn't going to cry.

"Oh, Bryan, what are we going to do with you?" sighed Richard, with a
gentle smile.

Bryan shrugged. "I shouldn't have said that stuff yesterday," he
murmured, his voice barely audible. "I'm sorry."

Richard's smile broadened. "Well, that's a good start. But it's not me
that you should be apologising too. I'm not sure that you realise just
how much you hurt Robert with what you said."

"I didn't really mean it."

"I know you didn't. Sometimes when we're angry we say things that we
don't mean. But even though we don't mean them, the damage is still
done. That old saying about "sticks and stones" is a load of rubbish.
Sometimes words can hurt far more than sticks or stones; especially if
those words come from someone that we care about. Robert is extremely
sensitive about certain things at the moment. He's still coming to
terms with being gay. That's a huge issue for him, and it's going to
take him a while to get used to it. He needs our support; all of our
support. And you saying what you did didn't help at all."

Bryan considered his father's words, trying to see things from Robert's
point of view. He was only partially successful. OK, so it was hard on
Robert being gay. But it wasn't exactly easy having a gay brother. The
young teen knew that if his friends found out about Robert, then he was
in for a whole load of teasing and jokes about how it probably 'ran in
the family' and all that sort of rubbish. Still, that didn't change the
fact that he shouldn't have called Robert a 'filthy queer'. "So you
think I should tell Robert that I'm sorry?" he asked.

Richard gave the boy a long look. "What I think doesn't matter. What do
you think?"

"Yeah, I guess I should."

"Maybe you are starting to grow up after all," the man smiled. "You may
as well go do it now and get it over with. Robert's still in bed, but
it's time that he was getting up. You can tell him that you're sorry,
and then tell him that I said it's time that he was up and dressed."

"Yeah, OK," said Bryan, uncertainly. He wasn't looking forward to
speaking with his brother. "Or maybe it would be better if you went and
told him to get up, and I spoke to him later."

"Just go get it done with," the man laughed.

Reluctantly, Bryan got up from the table and headed for the kitchen
door.

"Oh, and Bryan," his dad called after him. "Make sure you knock before
you go into his room."

With a growing sense of unease, Bryan made his way up the stairs to his
brother's bedroom. He was more than halfway tempted to simply go into
his own bedroom and stay there. However, he knew that he couldn't avoid
Robert forever; he was going to have to face him sooner or later, so he
may as well get it done with. He knocked tentatively on the door and
waited, listening for a response. The seconds ticked by and there was
nothing, so he knocked again, a little louder. This time he heard a
muffled voice say something, so he pushed on the door and went in.

The room was dimly lit by the morning sunlight seeping through the
curtains. Robert was in his bed, propped up on one elbow and rubbing
sleepily at his eyes.

"What do you want?" The emphasis on the word 'you' made it clear that
the teenager wasn't especially happy to see his younger brother.

Bryan took a couple of steps into the room. "Dad says it's time that
you were getting up."

Robert gave a snort of disgust, rolled onto his back and stretched,
wearily. "I'll get up when I'm ready. Now get lost."

Bryan hesitated, torn between following his brother's advice and
pushing ahead with his apology. The former certainly seemed to be the
easiest option.

"What are you standing there staring at me for?" Robert demanded. "I
told you to get lost. If you hang around in here you might catch
something. You wouldn't want to end up a 'filthy queer' like me."

"I'm sorry," said Bryan, forcing himself to speak. "I shouldn't have
called you that."

"So why did you?" There was no forgiveness in Robert's tone.

"I don't know. It just sort of came out. I was angry."

"You were angry because something was going right for me for a change,"
Robert muttered, bitterly. "You were jealous because it meant that you
might not be the centre of attention all the time."

"No, that wasn't it," said Bryan, defensively.

"So what was it then?"

"I don't know."

There was long silence, during which time Bryan stood with his head
down, looking at his feet.

"It because I'm gay, isn't it," said Robert. There was no anger in his
tone, only sadness. "You can't even stand to be around me because I'm
gay. You're worried about what people will think about you when they
find out about me. When I first told you about me, the very first thing
that you thought about was how it would affect you. You never thought
about how I might feel."

Bryan flinched. Robert's words were true. "I'm sorry," he said, softly.

"Yeah, me too," said Robert, sadly. "I'm sorry for being a brother that
you're ashamed of. I guess I was never much of brother anyway. And now
that I'm a 'filthy queer' things are even worse."

"Stop saying that," said Bryan, fiercely. "I've said I'm sorry."

"You said you're sorry for saying it, but that doesn't stop you
thinking it."

"I don't think it," said Bryan, his voice rising. He drew in a deep
breath and tried to control himself. "I don't know what I think. I
just... I just need some time to get used to it."

Robert gave a sad, almost self-mocking smile. "Yeah. Tell me about it."

There was another silence. Bryan moved closer to the bed and sat down
on the edge. He looked at his brother. Robert was bare-chested, the
bedclothes covering him to his waist. Bryan found himself wondering
whether Robert wore shorts to bed, or whether he slept naked, like Jon
and his brothers. He gave a smile. He certainly wasn't about to ask.

Robert saw the smile and briefly returned it.

Bryan looked away, his gaze falling on the brown envelope on the
bedside table. "Did Damian give you some prints?" he asked, a little
nervously. It crossed the boy's mind that they might be prints of
himself; even prints from his latest nude session.

Robert looked at the envelope and then back at his younger brother. He
nodded. "He took a few test-shots and printed some out for me. It
wasn't a proper shoot or anything. I look like a right dork." He
reached for the envelope and flipped it across to the younger boy.
"Here, look if you want."

Bryan picked up the envelope and pulled open the flap, taking out the
thin pile of large, glossy prints.

"Open the curtains and you'll be able to see better," Robert suggested.

"Yeah, OK." Bryan put the prints down while he went to open the bedroom
curtains, allowing full daylight to flood into the room. He returned to
the bed and sat back down to examine the photographs.

The first print was a full length shot of Robert standing in front of
the familiar blue curtain in Damian's studio. Robert looked a little
uneasy, with one hand hanging by his side and the thumb of the other
hand tucked into his trouser pocket. Bryan moved the picture to the
bottom of the pile and looked at the next one, which was a close-up of
Robert's face. It wasn't the best of shots, but it was OK and Bryan had
to admit that his brother did look pretty good. In the next picture the
teenager had his shirt off, and Bryan smiled as he recalled how
reluctant he'd been to take his shirt off at his own audition, which
now felt like ages ago. He moved this one to the back and gaped in
shock as the next picture came into view. It was another full length
shot, but this time Robert was completely naked.

"Shit, you went naked on your first time?" The words slipped out.

Robert nodded. "Damian told me that I could only do the photography if
I was willing to pose naked. He said that to be a good photographer I
would need to know how it felt to be a model."

Bryan returned his attention to the picture. He found it sort of
embarrassing to be looking at a picture of his own brother, naked, but
at the same time he felt an intense curiosity. It had been years since
he had seen Robert with nothing on, and he found his eyes drawn to his
brother's exposed groin, automatically comparing his brother's
development to his own. Robert's dick and balls were obviously quite a
bit bigger, but he didn't have a huge patch of pubic hair, in fact,
hardly more than what Jon had had before he'd shaved it off.

"So, I guess we're even now," said Robert, smiling shyly. "I've seen
your pictures and you've seen mine."

"Yeah, I guess," said Bryan. He had a final look and then returned the
prints to the envelope and handed them to his brother. "Have you shown
them to Dad?"

"Not yet. I'm still trying to get up the courage to do it. You're the
only one who's seen them."

For some reason, this made Bryan feel quite special. Robert had allowed
him to see the pictures even before their dad saw them. "You look
good," he said. "You'll look even better when you do a proper shoot."

"You really think so?"

"Yeah. Damian puts make-up on you and takes loads of time setting
things up, but the pictures look amazing when he's done."

"Yours do. Mine won't," said Robert.

"They will," said Bryan. "You'll have to shave your hair off though,"
he grinned. Then he blushed as recalled the episode with the aftershave.

"Yeah, I'm not looking forwards to that. I'll get hell when I go back
to school in September."

"Me too," Bryan sighed.

Robert was quiet for a moment. "I'll tell Damian that it would be
better if I wasn't there for your shoots," he said.

Bryan nodded and smiled. "Thanks," he said. He got up from the bed.
"You'd better be getting up or Dad will be coming up here himself."

"I'll get up now." Robert gave a smile. "I'm glad we were able to talk."

"Yeah," said Bryan. He felt much better than he had just a few minutes
ago. It was like a great weight had been lifted off him. Maybe things
could work out after all. "I'll go and let you get dressed. I've got to
ring Jon; Dad says I can invite him over for the weekend."

**********

Jon carefully removed the photograph from the envelope and laid it on
the bed in front of him. He sighed wistfully and stroked his fingertips
lightly across the glossy paper, trying to imagine that it was really
Bryan that he was touching, rather than a two-dimensional image. Moving
his hand, he groped the hard bulge that pressed outwards against the
crotch of his trousers, his eyes fixed on the picture of Bryan, naked
and erect, sitting on the corner of Damian's desk with his legs spread
open. He licked his lips as he thought about taking Bryan's hard cock
into his mouth and sucking on it, at the same time letting his hands
rove over his friend's body, touching him everywhere. Feeling an urgent
need for sexual contact, he opened the zip at the front of his trousers
and pushed his hand into the opening, down into his shorts. He wrapped
his fingers around his hard shaft, squeezing and stroking his slim
cock. It felt amazingly good.

"You'll go blind if you keep doing that!"

"Argh! Oww!" Jon leapt to his feet and jerked his hand out of his
trousers, almost tugging off his dick in the process. He glared
furiously at Jack who stood looking him with an amused expression on
his face. "What did you go and do that for? I could have done myself
some damage." He rubbed tentatively across his groin, then unfastened
his belt and pushed down his trousers and shorts, allowing his erection
to spring free. Taking hold of his dick, he began a careful inspection.

Laughing, Jack dropped to his knees in front of his younger brother.
"Come here, let me have look." He pushed Jon's hands away and took hold
of the shaft himself, bending it one way and then the other, looking at
both sides. "It looks to be in full working order to me," he said,
grinning. He gave the hard organ a squeeze and then let go. "Get your
trousers pulled up."

"You could help me do something with it," Jon suggested, hopefully. He
loved the feel of Jack's hand on his cock and the brief examination had
been over all too quickly.

"Don't you ever think about anything else?" Jack asked, with a smile.
"Mind you, I can see why you're in that state," he said, picking up the
photograph of Bryan and briefly stroking across his own groin.

"So what about it?" said Jon. "We could do each other."

Jack shook his head. "Sorry, not just now. I've got a date tonight."

"You're going out with a girl?"

"Don't sound so surprised," Jack laughed. "We don't all have your good
sense and good taste. Some of us like girls."

"Yeah, but..." Jon was unable to hide his disappointment. "Oh, never
mind."

"Hey, don't you go getting all jealous on me," said Jack. "It's only
some girl. You'll still be my special brother." He put his arms around
the younger boy and gave him a hug. "We'll can still do stuff together;
just not today. Now, do you want me to go downstairs for a while and
let you finish off what you were doing?"

Jon gave a mischievous grin. "You can stay and watch if you want. I
don't mind." The thought of getting naked and jerking off while Jack
watched was quite a turn on for the young teen.

"No chance," said Jack. "If I sat and watched, I'd end up joining in. I
want to save myself for tonight to be sure that I'm on form. How would
it look if I couldn't get it up when I needed to? What do you think
that would do to my reputation?"

"What reputation?" Jon giggled.

"OK, so I'm hardly a superstud," Jack admitted, grudgingly. "But I'll
certainly end up with a reputation that I don't want if my little
dinkwinky decides he doesn't want to play."

"Yeah, OK," said Jon, still disappointed, but now accepting the fact
that he wasn't going to be able to talk Jack around. He pulled up his
shorts and trousers. "I can jerk off later. I want to tell you my
news." He broke into a wide grin.

"Bryan wants to marry you and have your babies?" Jack teased.

"Not quite," said Jon. "But he has asked me to go spend the weekend at
his house. Not just one night, but the whole weekend. I'm going on
Friday and I'll stay until Sunday night. That's two whole days. A whole
weekend." He was almost bouncing with the excitement of sharing this
news.

"Alright, I get the picture," said Jack, laughing. "So did you tell him
that you're going to have to think about it?"

"No, of course I didn't need to think about it. I asked Mum and she
said it was alright and so I told him straightaway," said Jon. Then he
realised that Jack was making fun of him and he punched his brother on
the shoulder.

"Oww! What was that for?"

"You know," said Jon. "If you don't stop teasing me I won't tell you
what Damian said."

"You've spoken to Damian?"

"Yeah, he rang this morning, just after you'd gone out. He asked if me
and you could go in tomorrow afternoon for a shoot. I said that should
be OK. Only it's not going to be that shoot that he mentioned last
week, the one where we pretend to be coming through customs and get
strip-searched. He said we could do that one another time. This time he
wants us to do something different."

"Did he say what?"

"He said something about us doing a video where we're both interviewed
and then we get naked and play with ourselves." Jon found himself
blushing shyly at the thought of playing with himself on camera. "He
said it was up to us whether we touched each other or anything like
that."

Jack raised his eyebrows. "He wants us to jerk each other for a video?"

"Only if we want," said Jon. "But I think we should do it." He giggled
shyly.

Jack didn't look quite so certain. "We'll see. Tomorrow afternoon is
fine with me."

"There was something else," said Jon. "He asked if it was OK if another
photographer was there as well. There'll be Damian, Max working the
video, and this other guy."

"Yeah, that's OK," Jack shrugged. "As long as it's not that Eric guy
that you told me about."

Jon shook his head. "No, Damian said this was someone just learning."
He giggled again. "He said he was young and really good-looking, so
it's definitely not Eric."

"In that case I suppose you said yes."

"Yeah. You don't mind, do you? You can still call Damian and say no."

"No, I don't mind," said Jack. "The whole world's going to see me with
a vibrating dildo up my arse when that other video comes out, so why
should I worry about some guy watching me having a wank?"

Jon gave his brother a considering look. "Jack, you're not sorry that
you started this modelling stuff are you?"

Jack appeared to think about the question and then he shook his head
and smiled. "No, I'm not sorry. It's not something that I ever expected
to do, and some of it still seems a bit weird, but it has been a lot of
fun so far. And I still get a boner every time I think about Damian
tying me to that frame and ripping my shorts off."

"Yeah, that was hot," said Jon. "I wish I could do a scene like that."

"You already have, with Toby. Remember?"

"That one doesn't count." Jon felt himself reddening as he recalled how
he had talked Toby into tying him to Jack's bed. Then Jack and his
friend Dave had walked in right at the moment when Jon had been
shooting his cum. On a list of embarrassing moments in the young teen's
life, this one was at the very top. Though thinking back to that day
reminded Jon of something else that he wanted to talk to Jack about.
Before he had been tied up, Jon had sucked Toby's cock. And prior to
that he'd had his own cocked sucked by Danny, following a hot dancing
lesson at the studio. The boy had not told his older brother about
either of these things, even though he desperately wanted to. It had
just never seemed the right time. Jack wasn't just Jon's brother, he
was also his best friend and the person he was closer to than anyone
else. Jon shared everything with Jack and had never kept any secrets,
so holding this back bothered him. "Jack..."

"Yeah." Jack had gone over to a set of drawers and was pulling out some
clothes. He turned his head to look at his younger brother.

Jon looked at his brother, trying to get up the courage to talk about
the blow-jobs. He opened his mouth to speak, and then changed his mind.
"It doesn't matter. I'll tell you later."

"OK." Jack returned to what he was doing.

Suppressing a sigh, Jon picked up the photograph of Bryan, lightly ran
his fingers over it one last time, and then carefully returned it to
the envelope.

**********

Robert was getting himself worked up. He'd showered and shaved, even
though he didn't have much in the way of facial hair, he'd gelled his
hair, and he'd even put on some his dad's best aftershave. Then he'd
had to decide what to wear, which had quickly turned into a huge
problem since he had no idea where he was going or what he was going to
be doing. He wasn't even sure whether it was a proper date or whether,
as Bryan claimed, Damian was just taking him out to get to know him
better. He eventually decided on dark, casual trousers and a dark,
striped, button-up shirt with an open neck that showed off the gold
neck-chain that he had been given for his previous birthday. After
dressing, he looked at himself in the mirror. He looked OK. But what
would Damian think? He frowned. His stomach felt churned up almost to
the point where he felt sick. He so much wanted this to be real date,
but at the same time this thought scared him enough that he partly
hoped that Bryan was right. Damian had certainly made it sound like a
date. But what Bryan had said made a lot of sense; Damian was a great
looking guy, so why would he be asking a complete dork like Robert out
on a date? Maybe the best thing would be to ring Damian and say he was
ill and unable to go out. He glanced at his watch. It was ten minutes
to seven. Damian had called earlier to say he would pick him up at
seven. It was too late to back out now.

Nervously, Robert made his way downstairs and into the lounge. His mum
and dad were both there, watching TV. They looked up as he entered.

"You look great," the boy's dad smiled.

"You sure do," said his mother. "You should dress up like that more
often."

"I don't have much reason to," said Robert, looking down at himself.
"I'm going to feel like a real fool if Bryan was right and Damian is
only going to take me to McDonalds or somewhere like that."

"I don't think he's intending to take you to McDonalds," said the boy's
father. "Bryan doesn't get everything right."

"You know something?"

"Let's just say that I know that Bryan got this one wrong."

"Have you spoken to Damian?"

The man smiled. "It doesn't matter how I know. Just concentrate on
having a good time."

The sound of the doorbell caused Robert to jump. He shot his parents a
panicked look.

"Well go answer it," his mother laughed. "Unless you intend to leave
Damian standing on the doorstep."

His heart thumping, Robert took as long as he could walking to the
front door. But even so, he was there in a few seconds. He took a deep
breath and opened the door.

"Hi," Damian looked the teen up and down and smiled. "You ready?"

Robert smiled back. "Yeah, I think so." He was surprised to see that
Damian looked almost as nervous as he was himself. Though he was
relieved to note that Damian had also made an effort with his clothing,
which indicated that perhaps the boy's dad was right; this was a proper
date after all. Damian was wearing black, casual trousers and a black,
button-up shirt that looked like it might be silk; he looked amazing.

"Shall we go then?" Damian asked. Then he glanced over Robert's
shoulder and gave a wave and a smile.

Robert turned to look back and saw both his mum and his dad standing at
the lounge door, watching. He gave them a disapproving scowl. "Yeah,
let's go," he said quickly turning back to Damian. He was nervous
enough, without the added embarrassment of having his parents watching
him.

"Have a great time," Robert's dad called out.

"Yeah, thanks," said Robert. He quickly stepped out of the house and
closed the door, following Damian down the path to the street, where
the man's car waited.

Once in the car, Damian started the engine and gave Robert another
quick smile before pulling away from the roadside. A long, nervous
silence followed.

"Where are we going?" Robert asked, after a couple of minutes.

"Just back to my flat for now," said Damian. "I hope that's OK."

"Yeah, fine," said Robert, shooting the man a nervous glance as he
wondered what they were going to do when they got there.

Damian had obviously caught the glance, as he gave a short laugh.
"Don't worry, I'm not going to eat you. I've got some food in the oven,
which is why I didn't want to hang around. Your dad didn't seem keen on
the idea of me taking you to a club or anything like that, on account
of you not being eighteen yet. Though that didn't bother me, since I'm
not really into the club scene anyway. So the best option seemed to be
to take you back to my place and subject you to some of my cooking -
which isn't very good by the way. But at least it will be quiet and
we'll be able to talk and get to know each other properly. Then, later,
if you want, there's a pub just around the corner that we can go to."

"My dad's spoken to you about tonight? Shit!" Robert suddenly felt like
a little boy. His dad had gone behind his back to discuss what he
should and shouldn't be allowed to do. This was the most humiliating
thing ever.

Damian laughed again. "Yeah, but don't worry about it. He rang me
yesterday evening to ask about getting a print of one of the pictures
from the CD that I gave to Bryan. He happened to mention that there was
all out war between yourself and Bryan over you becoming a
photographer. He also told me about Bryan saying that I was only taking
you out to get to know you better, which is true, in a way, though not
the way that Bryan meant. I think your dad was worried about you
getting hurt."

"He'd no right to be interfering like that," said Robert, sulkily.

Damian shot him a quick glance and then shook his head. "Rob, you've no
idea how lucky you and Bryan are. You have some of the most supportive
parents that I've ever come across. I wish my dad had cared about me
even a tiny fraction as much as your dad cares about you."

"You don't get on with your parents?" Robert thought that he had
detected a trace of bitterness in Damian's tone.

"My parents are both dead. My mother died when I was small. My dad died
three years ago." Damian gave a sigh. "I don't want to talk about him.
I'll tell you about him some other time. Tonight is about me and you."

'Me and you.' That was both scary and exciting. It seemed to hold a
sort of promise for the future. Robert smiled to himself and settled
back in the car seat. He was still intending to have words with his
dad, later, but for now he was determined not to let his father's
interference spoil his evening.

"Well, this is it," said Damian, pulling up outside a large house. "Not
very impressive, I'm afraid. But at the moment this is the place that I
call home."

"Looks pretty good to me," said Robert, stepping out of the car.

"Don't be fooled," laughed Damian. "I have a tiny one-bedroom flat on
the second floor. There's hardly room to turn round in it. It's enough
for me though, and does the job until I can afford something better."
He locked the car and led the way into the building and up the stairs.

The flat wasn't exactly enormous, but it wasn't quite as bad as Damian
had described. The door opened directly onto the lounge, which was a
good-sized room, decently furnished, with doors leading off to the
kitchen, the bedroom, and the bathroom. There was a delicious smell of
cooking food. By the wall there was a small dining table, which had
been set ready for a meal, complete with wine glasses, candles and even
a single red rose in a slim glass vase. It looked very intimate.

Damian must have caught Robert's expression because he blushed. "It's
maybe a bit over the top, but I don't get chance to do the 'romantic'
bit very often." He led the teen over to the table and pulled out one
of the chairs. "Everything should be ready, so we'd better get started.
Sit down and I'll get the food."

While Robert sat at the table, Damian quickly pulled the curtains over
the window and turned on a small lamp that stood in one corner of the
lounge before returning to the table and lighting the candles. He gave
a nervous, almost boyish laugh as he blew out the match, then hurried
through into the kitchen and came back a moment later with an opened
bottle of red wine. He filled the two glasses. "You like red wine?"

"Yeah, fine," said Robert. In truth he would have preferred a beer, but
the wine did seem more appropriate for the occasion.

Damian put the bottle down on the table and made another trip to the
kitchen, this time bringing back two plates and a large bowl of salad.
He made a final trip, carrying out a large bowl of something hot and
sizzling. He was holding the bowl with a towel round it, and he
grimaced as he placed it down onto the table. "Ooh, that's hot," he
muttered. He tossed the towel over a chair back and sat down, opposite
Robert. "It's moussaka," he said, reaching for a large spoon. "I hope
that's OK."

"Yeah, great," said Robert.

"Thank goodness for that," Damian grinned. "If you hadn't liked it we
would have had to send out for a takeaway." He spooned a large helping
out onto Robert's plate. "Help yourself to the salad. I was going to do
garlic bread as well, but then I remembered that we have a shoot
tomorrow, so lots of garlic would probably not be such a good idea."

"We have a shoot tomorrow?" Robert looked at the man, anxiously.

"Yeah. Bryan's friend, Jon, and his brother Jack. You've met Jon?"

Robert shook his head. "No, but I've seen his pictures on the site."

Damian nodded. "I've arranged for the brothers to come in for a shoot
tomorrow afternoon. They're due at two, so I'd like you to be there at
least an hour before then so that I can go over a few things with you."
He'd piled some moussaka onto his plate and was adding some salad,

"What kind of shoot is it going to be," Robert asked. The idea of being
present at a proper photo-shoot left him both excited and nervous. He
wondered if he would get to see the boys naked at any stage.

"I'm not entirely sure how it's going to play out yet," said Damian.
"It's going to be a video shoot, but I'll give you a camera so that you
can have a go at taking some photographs and see how you get on; that's
why I want you in early. I'll interview the boys on camera, and they'll
get naked and jerk off. I'm hoping that they might agree to do each
other, but we'll have to see how things go."

"Oh..." Robert realised that he was sitting with his mouth open and he
promptly shut it. He was not only going to see them naked, he was also
going to see them hard, and maybe even touching each other. And Damian
had said they were brothers. He felt his cock twitch and begin to
harden.

"You OK?" Damian grinned.

"Yeah, I just didn't expect..."

"This was the first one to come up," said Damian. "I thought it would
be nice if you had some idea of the sort of thing that you would be
involved in should you decide to go the whole way and do some harder
modelling shoots yourself."

Robert took a gulp of wine. "I still don't know about that," he said.

"See how you feel when you have a better idea of how things work," said
Damian.

They ate their meal and chatted and Robert found himself starting to
relax. Though he quickly realised that most of the conversation was
about him and he that was learning very little about Damian.  The
seventeen-year-old revealed that he had first thought that he might be
gay several years earlier, but it had only been fairly recently that he
had completely accepted his sexuality. He'd been terrified about what
would happen when his parents found out, but when that happened it had
turned out to be a complete none-event; both his mum and his dad had
taken the news without so much of a flicker of the disgust or
disappointment that he had been expecting.

"Like I said earlier, you've got great parents," said Damian. "A lot of
kids have a much tougher time of it than that. Don't worry about Bryan;
he'll come around eventually. He's thirteen and has all the problems of
growing up to deal with, so it's going to take him a while to get
around to working out how you being gay is going to fit in."

"I guess so." Robert put down his knife and fork and sat back in his
chair with a satisfied sigh. "That was great," he said.

Damian laughed. "Not really. It's about the only thing that I know how
to cook. I usually live on snacks, junk food and takeaways. It was nice
being able to do this though."

There was a short silence, during which time both the young men sipped
at their wine. Robert found himself flicking nervous glances at Damian,
wondering what was going to happen next. He didn't even know what he
wanted to happen next. What would he say if Damian suggested that they
go through into the bedroom?

"Shall we go sit on the sofa," Damian suggested. "We'll be more
comfortable down there." He got up from the table and led the way
around to a soft, low sofa. They sat down, side by side, putting their
wine glasses down on a low table in front of them.

There was another silence, and again Robert kept looking at Damian, but
this time he was aware of Damian looking back at him. The man had a
soft smile on his face. Robert felt his own face reddening. He told
himself that this was due to the wine.

"You look so sweet when you blush," said Damian, softly.

Robert briefly made eye contact and gave an embarrassed smile. He
flinched as Damian reached out and gently brushed his cheek. It felt
nice, but the contact had been unexpected and the teen wasn't used to
such intimacy. Then Damian leaned towards him, his lips slightly
parted, and Robert found himself responding in kind. Robert's heart was
thumping as their lips met. This was his first ever kiss with another
guy. It was his first ever proper kiss with anyone. He didn't really
know what to expect or even what he should do. It was the tenderness
that surprised him the most. Damian's lips brushing against his own
were like warm velvet. Damian's tongue ran lightly across Robert's
lips, and then gently moved inside the boy's mouth. There was no
incredible passion, or hunger, just a simple, almost tentative intimacy
that made Robert's head spin and the hairs on the back of his neck
stand on end. It was wonderful. Damian's hand was stroking across
Robert's chest, over his shirt, and the teen yearned to feel the young
man's touch directly against his skin. This was what he had longed for
for so long, and now it was actually happening.

However, when Damian eventually broke the kiss and pulled back, he had
a sad look in his eyes and he was no longer smiling.

"What...? Did I do something wrong?" Robert stammered, suddenly
thinking that he must somehow have messed up.

Damian shook his head. "No, you didn't do anything wrong. You did
everything right. Everything about you seems so right. That's why I'm
scared."

"I... I don't understand."

Damian gave a soft, unsteady sigh. "Rob, before we go any further,
there's some things that you need to know about me."

Robert felt his heart rate increase. What was going on? Did Damian have
some deep, dark secret? This evening had been going so well. Was it
suddenly about to fall apart?

Damian looked down at his hands, examining his fingernails. When he
looked up again, there was a distant sadness in his eyes. "I've been
involved in the modelling business since I was about five years old.
I've lost count of the number of other kids, men and women that I've
had sex with. But in all that time I've never had a proper relationship
with anyone. Sometimes I thought it was going to happen. Sometimes I've
really wanted it to happen. But it never has. It's like I have a
problem opening myself up enough to make a relationship work. Sex is
easy. Relationships are so bloody difficult."

Robert listened, silently, wondering where this was going. Was Damian
saying that he'd brought him back here to his flat just to have sex
with him?

"That first time I saw you, when you opened the door to me on Sunday,
you made my heart beat faster," Damian continued. "It was like there
was something special about you. Now I've got to know you a bit better
I still think you're something special. I want to get to know you
properly, Rob. But I'm terrified of messing it up and making it so that
things won't work between us."

"I'm nothing special," said Robert, feeling embarrassed. "And if anyone
messes up it will be me." Damian's words had completely wrong-footed
the teen. The young photographer had seemed so experienced and in
control, but now he appeared even more nervous than Robert himself, if
that were possible.

Damian gave a sad smile. "I really want to give things a chance to work
for us, but I'm scared that I'm going to end up shutting you out; it's
something that I can't help. Every attempt at a relationship that I've
had before has been based around sex. The sex has come first and then
I've tried to get to know the person later and it hasn't worked out.
With you, I want to do things properly. I want to get to know you first
and let any sex follow later, when we're both ready. But if things are
going to work out, that has to be OK with you as well." He sighed
again. "That's if I haven't already scared you away with all this
emotional baggage. I just felt I had to let you know about me, to give
you chance to back out before you get in deep enough for you to be
hurt."

Robert didn't know what to say. In the end he just shrugged.

Damian gave a short laugh. "Does that mean that you're not bothered one
way or the other?"

"I don't know," said Robert. "I guess I'm pretty confused. I like you,
Damian. I like you loads. I've never had any relationship with anyone
before either. I've never had any sort of sex before. The only thing
I've ever done is jerk off." He blushed and lowered his eyes at this
admission. "It's all scary to me at the moment."

Damian nodded. "So how about we just take things one step at a time and
see how it goes."

"Yeah, OK."

There was a look of relief on Damian's face. "At least you haven't run
out of the door; that's a good sign. So what do you want to do now? We
can go round to the pub if you want, or we can stay here and finish
this wine and... maybe we can try that kiss again?"

Robert felt a shy grin spread across his face. "I think I'd rather give
the pub a miss," he said.

"I was hoping you'd say that." Damian shuffled closer and his arm went
around Robert's shoulders. Their heads moved slowly together, and their
lips touched once more.

**********

Both Jon and Toby were in bed by the time Jack got home. Jon lay awake
listening to Toby snoring softly in the bed beside him and feeling
excited and a little bit nervous about the photo-shoot that was
scheduled for the next day. Not only would it be his first proper hard
shoot, but it would also be his first shoot with Jack, so this gave him
a double reason to feel excited.

The bedroom was briefly flooded with light from the landing as the door
opened and Jack came in, quietly closing the door again behind him.
There was a rustle of clothing as Jack undressed. Jon was just about
able to make out the outline of the figure of his brother, pulling off
his clothes, a few feet away. Then there was the soft sound of bare
feet on the carpeted floor and the bedroom door opened once again,
giving Jon a momentary glimpse of Jack's naked body as the teen went
out to the bathroom. A few minutes later, Jack returned, another sudden
wash of brightness, another glimpse of Jack's smooth, muscular body,
and then darkness once more. Jon listened to the sound of Jack sliding
beneath his bedclothes.

"Jack?" Jon whispered his brother's name into the darkness.

"You still awake?" Jack whispered back.

"Yeah. You have a good time?"

"Not especially."

"Why, what happened?"

"I'll tell you in the morning." Jack sounded tired and a little
irritable.

"No, tell me now," Jon insisted.

"I'll tell you tomorrow. Go to sleep before you wake up Toby."

Jon was quiet for a moment and then he pushed back his bedclothes and
climbed out of bed. He stepped over to Jack's bed.

"What are you doing?" Jack whispered.

"Let me get in with you for a few minutes, and then we can talk softer
and we won't wake Toby."

Jack gave a soft sigh. "You're hopeless." He shuffled to one side to
make room for his younger brother.

Jon slid into bed beside Jack, his own naked body pressed right up
against his brother's. Jack lay on his back, and Jon was on his side,
one leg crooked over Jack's thigh and his hand resting on Jack's
smooth, warm chest.

"So what happened?" Jon asked, his voice the softest whisper as he lay
with his face against Jack's shoulder.

Jack sighed again. "It was a total disaster."

"You didn't get off with the girl then?"

"Didn't even get close," said Jack. "Me and Dave had arranged to meet
up with two girls from school. We were supposed to meet them down at
the park. They turned up more than half an hour late. We were just
about to call it a night and come away; I wish we had. They were both
more than halfway pissed when they arrived, and they brought a couple
of two litre bottles of cider with them. It turned out that all they
wanted to do was sit and drink. I suggested that we go see a movie, or
even just go down the chippy and get something to eat, but they weren't
interested. It didn't help that Dave sat there looking totally bored,
like he couldn't have cared what they did. Sometimes I wonder if Dave
has any interest in girls at all."

"You think Dave might be gay?" asked Jon, the question coming out
slightly louder than he intended.

"I'm not sure I would go that far," said Jack. "All I know is that he
never makes much of an effort when we're with girls. He's much more fun
to be around when it's just me and him."

"Maybe he fancies you," Jon suggested, only partly serious. He
suppressed a giggle as Jack's fingers found his ribs.

"Not everyone is as perverted as you," said Jack. "Anyway, the girls
kept drinking and got gradually more pissed, until eventually Nicola
threw up."

"Ugh! Nice," said Jon, disgustedly. "You should have come away and left
them."

"I think Dave wanted to. But I didn't want to leave them there in that
state, so we took them home. It took ages because by that stage they
could hardly walk."

"You'd have been better staying here with me," said Jon, mischievously.
He stroked his hand down from his brother's chest, over his stomach and
shaved pubic area and took hold of his soft cock. His own cock was
hard, and he pushed forwards with his hips, rubbing the shaft against
Jack's thigh.

"You're probably right," Jack laughed, softly. He pulled Jon's head
closer and gently kissed him on the forehead.

"Jack?"

"Yeah?"

"There's something that I need to tell you." Jon had decided that now
was as good a time as any to tell Jack about the blow-jobs.

"What have you done?" Jack asked, in an amused whisper.

"Nothing bad," said Jon. "I don't think it's bad, anyway." He
swallowed, nervously. "I hope you don't think it's bad."

"We won't know until you tell me."

"OK." While slowly wanking Jack's cock, which quickly went from soft to
very hard, Jon told his brother about what had happened following the
dance lesson, when Danny had taken him and Bryan into the toilets and
given them both their first ever blow-jobs.

"Danny sounds like quite a character," said Jack.

"He is," said Jon. "He's great. He's really funny, and he's the most
amazing dancer." He paused and turned his head to look at his brother,
even though he couldn't see Jack's face in the darkness. "You don't
think I did anything wrong?"

"Hell, no," said Jack. "As long as you enjoyed it, you didn't do
anything wrong."

"There's something else," said Jon.

"Something else?" asked Jack. "You mean along the same lines? You've
really been busy; you're getting more action than me."

"I sucked off Toby." Jon blurted it out, just wanting to get it over
with. "That day that you and Dave came back and found me tied to your
bed, I'd sucked off Toby to get him to agree to tie me up. Then to stop
him from shaving me, I had to promise to suck him off whenever he
wanted me to."

There was a short silence and then Jack gave a soft chuckle. "I heard
Toby right then. He started to say how you'd promised to suck him, but
you shut him up. I thought I must have misheard him. I suppose he's had
you sucking him three of four times a day since then?"

"No, I only ever did it that one time. I think Toby likes it better
when he jerks off."

"Sounds like you got off lucky then," said Jack. "It was a silly
promise to make, especially with Toby. You know what he's like."

"Yeah, but I couldn't think of anything else," said Jon. "It was that
or let him shave me. He might have cut my dick off."

"Maybe that would have taught you to be more careful," said Jack.

"So you think I did wrong that time?"

"Not exactly wrong," said Jack, cautiously. "I just think that Toby is
perhaps not the best person to play around with. He's not exactly good
at keeping secrets."

"You're better at keeping secrets," said Jon.

"Better than Toby."

"So maybe I should stick to playing around with you then," Jon
suggested. He gave his brother's hard cock a firm squeeze.

"That's not exactly what I was suggesting," said Jack.

"Jack?" Jon's heart was beating hard in his chest. "Will you let me
suck you?"

There was a long silence. Jon held his breath as he waited for his
brother's response.

"I... I don't know if that's such a good idea." Jack's voice was a
husky whisper, his tone uncertain.

Jon hesitated for a moment and then began to shuffle down the bed,
moving down beneath the bedclothes. He expected at any moment to hear
Jack telling him to stop, but his brother remained silent. Within
seconds, Jon's face was on a level with Jack's erection. He turned his
head, letting the side of his cheek rub against the hard shaft. He
heard Jack give a soft groan. The young teen stayed like that for a
while, enjoying the feel of his brother's warm hardness pressed against
the side of his face. He put out his tongue and nervously flicked it
across the lower part of the shaft, at the same time gently massaging
Jack's balls with his hand. Jon's one experience at giving a blow-job
had been with his younger brother, Toby, and there was a world of
difference between Toby's undeveloped, preteen equipment and Jack's
teenaged tackle; Jack's cock seemed enormous by comparison. Jon worked
his way up the shaft with his tongue and within seconds he had reached
the swollen head. He nibbled for a second on Jack's foreskin, then
pushed the skin back and licked across the velvety glans. Since he was
beneath the bedclothes in a dark bedroom, Jon couldn't see anything at
all. But he didn't need to see; being able to touch and smell and taste
was enough. He was in heaven. A shudder passed though Jack's body and
the teen's cock gave a spasmodic jerk. Jon gave an almost soundless
giggle and licked the head again, this time moving his tongue all the
way around it. He heard Jack groan and then felt his brother's hand
lightly stroking the back of his head. This was all the encouragement
Jon needed to take the final step. He opened his mouth wide and
engulfed the top of Jack's cock, closing his lips around the shaft.
Inside his mouth, the comparison with Toby's 'dinkywinky' was even more
extreme; the top part of Jack's cock filled Jon's mouth, forcing him to
breathe through his nose. He set up a slow rhythm, making small
movements with his head as he sucked and licked on his brother's erect
boyhood. The knowledge that he was sucking Jack caused his own cock to
stiffen almost painfully, and he reached down between his legs and
stroked himself, his hand moving in perfect time with the bobbing of
his head. Jack was making small groaning sounds and squirming around,
and Jon broke off his sucking for a few moments to lick up and down and
around his brother's shaft, then moved his head lower to briefly lick
Jack's balls. He then returned to his sucking, redoubling his efforts
to bring Jack to orgasm.

Jack gave a long, deep moan. "Jon, I'm gonna shoot," he hissed, pushing
upwards with his hips. "Oh, fuck!"

Jon kept sucking until the last possible moment, jerking his head back
as he felt Jack's dick begin to throb. At the same moment, Jack threw
back the bedclothes and gave a strangled gasp. Jon still had his hand
around Jack's shaft, wanking it frantically, and the first bolt of his
brother's cum caught him full in the face, causing him to screw his
eyes shut as it splashed across the bridge of his nose and ran down
over his nose and mouth. He felt a second bolt splash onto his cheek.

"Oh shit!" Jack groaned. "Jon, I'm done. You can stop." The older boy
reached down and put his own hand on top of Jon's, which was still
wrapped around his cock, bringing the wanking to a halt.

Grinning to himself in the darkness, Jon licked his lips, tasting his
brother's cum. It tasted salty and a little bitter, but it was Jack's,
so it tasted wonderful. He shuffled back up the bed and lay down on his
back beside his brother, who was still breathing heavily, and began to
quickly wank his own cock. He felt Jack's hand begin to gently move
over his chest and stomach, stroking and caressing his smooth torso,
occasionally moving lower to touch his cock and balls. It didn't take
long before Jon felt that familiar tingle in his groin, and seconds
later cum spurted from his dick down onto his stomach.

The two boys lay in silence for a few moments as Jon fought to catch
his breath, then Jack leaned over and tenderly kissed Jon on the lips.

"Phhff! Yuck!" Jack pulled back quickly from the kiss, obviously
surprised to find his younger brother's face covered in cum.

Jon giggled, softly. "It doesn't taste that bad. Besides, it's yours."

"This is so gross," Jack complained. But he leaned in and kissed his
brother again, this time not pulling away.

For a long moment they lay with their lips pressed together, their
tongues lightly caressing, the taste of Jack's cum filling both their
mouths. Jack's hand moved over Jon's body, touching him everywhere,
gently massaging his spent dick and spreading the thin cum across his
stomach and chest.

"Did I do OK?" Jon whispered, as they finally broke the kiss.

"I'm still not sure that you should have done it at all," said Jack, a
smile in voice. "But yeah, you were much better than OK. I must be the
luckiest guy in the world to have such a special little brother."

Jon didn't reply. He was the lucky one. Jack was easily the best
brother in the whole world.

"We'd better get cleaned up," said Jack. "There's a pair of my shorts
on the floor. Wipe the worst off on them and then I think we'd both
better get a quick shower."

"We can shower together," Jon suggested.

"Yeah, I guess we can," Jack agreed.

"What's going on?" A sleepy voice came from across the room.

"Nothing to worry about, Toby," said Jack. "Go back to sleep."

"OK."

Jon and Jack lay in silence for a few moments, listening to Toby's soft
breathing as their younger brother went quickly back to sleep. Then
Jack gave Jon a final quick kiss on the lips. "Come on. Let's get
cleaned up."

**********

The story continues in Chapter 22: Brothers' Photo-Shoot

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