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explicit descriptions of gay sex. The story is pure fiction and is not
based on any actual events.


The Agency: Chapter 24 - Jon's Sleepover
by
Gymnopedies


As expected, Jon was already there when Bryan arrived home. As soon as
he got into the house, the thirteen-year-old hurried through to the
lounge to find his friend sitting on the sofa. Bryan's dad was sitting
next to Jon, and, to his horror, Bryan realised that the two of them
were looking through an old photograph album.

"Oh, Dad, did you have to?" Bryan complained, crossing to the sofa.

Jon looked up and giggled. "You were so cute when you were little," he
said.

"Yeah, sure," said Bryan, sarcastically. He cringed as he saw the
picture that they were looking at. It was one of him and Robert, taken
during a holiday when they were around eight and thirteen. They were
both dressed only in swim shorts and were standing side by side, facing
the camera, both looking as though they would rather be somewhere else.

"They were camera-shy even back then," Bryan's dad said to Jon, with a
grin.

"I'm not camera-shy," said Bryan. "How can you say that after all the
pictures I've had taken of me recently?"

"I'm only teasing," said the man. "You have a good session?"

"Yeah it was OK," said Bryan. "It was supposed to be a non-nude shoot.
But Damian made me where this loincloth thing, and I might as well have
been naked." He pulled a face.

"Cool," said Jon, grinning. "I can't wait to see them. Did Damian give
you any prints?"

"Not of that," said Bryan. "They might not even be appearing on the
website. Damian said they were a commission for another agency."

Jon looked disappointed for a moment and then he smiled. "Maybe Damian
will let me see them next time I'm at the studio."

"We expected you back a while ago," said Bryan's dad,

"I finished my shoot ages ago," said Bryan. "But I had to wait until
Rob had finished." He glanced back towards the door to make sure Rob
wasn't there, before continuing in a conspiratorial whisper. "He was
doing a nude shoot."

Bryan's dad raised his eyebrows in surprise and Jon gave a giggle.

It was at this moment that Robert walked in. He noticed Jon and gave
the boy a smile. "Hi, Jon."

"Hi Rob," Jon replied, shyly lowering his gaze.

Bryan looked from his brother to his friend and back again, surprised
that they appeared to know each other.

"Rob was taking pictures during the shoot that me and Jack did
yesterday," Jon explained.

"Huh! No one told me," said Bryan, feeling a little disgruntled.

"Sorry, I wasn't sure how you'd take it," said Robert. He stepped
closer and glanced down at the still open photograph album and then
grimaced. "I look like a stick insect," he said. He backed away again.
"I'm going up to get a shower. Damian's picking me up later."

"I'd better go and see what the boss it up to," said Richard. "I expect
she'll want a hand in the kitchen." He closed the photograph album, lay
it down on the sofa, and got up and followed Robert out.

Bryan sat down next to his friend, strategically moving the photo album
out of reach. "Sorry I wasn't here when you arrived."

Jon shrugged. "No problem. Your dad is cool." He leaned closer to
Bryan. "So did you get to watch Rob pose naked?" he asked, keeping his
voice very low.

"Yeah," said Bryan, with a nod. "I was going to wait down in reception,
but he asked me to stay. I think he was really nervous."

"I'm not surprised. I was really scared the first time I went naked. So
were you."

"I guess," said Bryan.

"Did he get hard?" Jon asked, with slightly more interest than Bryan
was comfortable with.

"No, not even close."

"You were looking then?" grinned Jon.

"I couldn't help looking. He was right there in front of me," said
Bryan, annoyed at being so easily caught out. "Anyway, what happened
yesterday? Rob never said anything to me about him being there during
your shoot."

Now it was Jon's turn to look a little embarrassed. "Me and Jack did a
shoot together," he said, his eyes lowered. "It was for a video, but
Damian and Rob took photographs as well. We were both on this bed.
Damian had us undress each other, and then we got hard, and then..." He
hesitated. "Then we made each other shoot."

Bryan gaped. "You did each other? For a video? You mean Rob saw you
with a boner and even saw you shoot and everything?"

Jon nodded. His face was red, but he was still grinning. "It was
awesome really."

It took a moment for this to sink in. Bryan knew from what he had seen
first hand that Jon and his brothers were pretty free and easy when it
came to touching each other. During his sleep over he'd seen Jack jerk
off their younger brother, Toby. And he knew that Jack and Jon had done
each other before. But doing it for a video, for everyone to see, was
taking things to a whole new level. He pictured himself and Rob doing
something like that, but immediately dismissed the image; it was too
embarrassing to even think about.

"You don't think we're weird or anything do you?" asked Jon, suddenly
looking worried.

Bryan shook his head and gave a soft, short laugh. "Well, one of us is
definitely weird, but I'm beginning to think that it must be me."

Jon giggled. "I don't think you're weird. I think you're sweet."

Bryan looked at his friend with horror. "Sweet? Yech! I'd rather be
weird than sweet." He gave Jon a playful shove, and laughing, Jon
shoved him back.

The boys chatted for a while about one thing and another, and then
Bryan suggested that they go on the computer. They spent the next hour
visiting various websites, mostly concerned with either jokes or games,
and the time passed quickly. It seemed no time at all before Bryan's
mum summoned them to the table for the evening meal. As they ate, Bryan
and Jon took turns telling some of the jokes they had come across, some
of which were at least a little bit rude and had Bryan's mum shaking
her head in amused disapproval.

"I think that's enough of those," the woman said, after a while. "Save
the rest for your school-friends."

"Yes, I think that's enough," Richard agreed. "Besides, Bryan, I don't
think you're mum understood some of them. I'm going to have to explain
them to her later." He gave his wife an exaggerated smile.

They had finished the main meal and were tucking into large pieces of
cheesecake when the conversation came round to modelling and the agency.

"So when can we expect to see you on the website," Richard asked Robert.

Robert looked uncomfortable. "I don't know; Damian didn't say. With any
luck he'll decide not to use them at all. They'd only scare people."

"Don't be silly," his mother replied. "You're better looking than a lot
of those boys on that website."

Robert blushed and looked down at his plate.

"Your mum's right," said his dad. "You and Bryan are better looking
than any of the other boys on there. With the possible exception of
Jon, of course," he added, giving the dark-haired youngster a wink.
"I'm really looking forward to seeing how the pictures turn out."

Robert looked at his dad for a long moment. He was frowning as though
thinking hard about something. He stood up and pushed his chair back.
"I'll be back in a second," he said, then hurried out into the hallway.
There was the sound of footsteps running up the stairs, and a moment
later coming back down again. Robert reappeared holding a large brown
envelope.

Bryan stopped eating, his spoon halfway to his mouth. Surely Robert
wasn't going to bring out the prints that Damian had given him.

There was a long, expectant silence. Robert nervously scanned the faces
around the table. "I suppose I may as well get this over with," he
said, a slight tremor in his voice. "You'll see them when they go on
the website anyway, and Bryan did show you his and I don't want anyone
thinking that he's braver than me." He gave his brother an extremely
forced grin. With shaking fingers, he opened the flap of the envelope
and pulled out the prints.

"Robert, you don't have to show them to us," said Richard, gently. "Not
until you're completely sure."

"I'm sure now," said Robert. "If I wait I'm going to worry about it.
I'd rather get it over and done with." He looked down at the top print
of the small pile in his hand and a slight smile twitched at the
corners of his mouth. "I've only got three from today. This is the best
one." He handed the photograph to his dad.

Bryan, sitting next to his dad, saw that it was the close-up of the two
of them together, showing them from the chest up. Robert was shirtless,
whilst Bryan was dressed. "I wouldn't say that's the best," said Bryan.
"I look really stupid."

"No you don't," said his dad. "You both look great."

"Damian says that next time he has us in together, he's going to take
another like that, but he wants me to take my shirt off as well." Bryan
swallowed nervously. "I said I'd do it."

The boy's dad smiled and lifted his arm as though to give Bryan a hug,
but then seemed to think better of the idea and changed his mind. "I
think that would be really nice," he said. He handed the photograph
across the table to his wife.

Bryan felt momentarily hurt that his dad had pulled back, but then he
recalled how he had claimed that he was too old for hugs. He swallowed
his disappointment and turned his attention back to Robert who was now
looking more nervous than ever.

"This is another one of me and Bryan," said Robert. He hand the next
print to his dad, who accepted it and gave a smile.

This one was a full body shot of the two brothers standing together.
Bryan was fully dressed. Robert was naked. The boy's dad studied the
picture for a moment and then, as before, he handed it across the table
ready to receive the third and final print.

"This is just me on my own," said Robert.

The last print showed Robert, naked, sitting on the arm of Damian's
leather sofa. He had one leg up on the sofa cushions, which meant that
his legs were opened and his groin was completely on show. Bryan
swallowed as he looked at it. Robert looked really good in the picture,
but it left nothing at all to the imagination: his dick, his balls, his
pubes, everything was on show.

"You really do look amazing," said Richard. He passed the picture to
his wife, then stood up and gave Robert a tight hug. "I'm proud of
you," he said. "Not just for the way that you look in the photograph,
but for being brave and mature enough to show them to us."

Bryan glanced at his mother. She was looking at the final picture and
smiling. "My little boy is all grown up," she said, almost sadly. She
got up, and she too gave Robert a hug and then kissed him on the cheek.

Next to Bryan, Jon picked up the photograph of the brothers standing
together. He gave a grin and nudged Bryan's arm. "You both look really
good," he said. "You should do a nude shoot together, Bryan. You'd be
awesome."

"Yeah," said Bryan, a little absently. He too was experiencing a
feeling of pride in his brother, but at the same time he couldn't help
feeling a little jealous at the attention that Robert was getting. He
forced this down. "I think you're going to make a really good model,
Rob," he said. This earned him a warm smile from his older brother, and
just for a moment, Bryan was even tempted to join his parents and give
his brother a hug.

**********

Damian arrived to collect Rob not long after the meal was finished, and
after they had departed, Bryan and Jon settled down to watch TV for a
while.

"Where were Damian and Rob going?" Jon asked, during a break in the TV
programme that the boys were watching.

"I don't know," Bryan shrugged, making it clear from his tone that this
wasn't something that he was interested in discussing. He was still
trying to avoid the idea that Damian might be gay and that he and Rob
might be more than simple friends. "Maybe they're just going to a pub
or something. Or maybe they're going to the studio to work on the sets
that we did this afternoon," he snapped. "Who the hell cares?"

Jon gave Bryan a hurt look, and Bryan was sorry for the using the harsh
tone with his friend. But sometimes Jon was just too nosey, poking
around in things that didn't concern him. They returned to watching the
TV, neither of them speaking.

The cool atmosphere continued for most of the evening. As well as
feeling annoyed about the situation with Damian and Rob, Bryan was now
also feeling guilty for upsetting Jon. Unfortunately, feeling miserable
made Bryan even less communicative, and it soon reached the stage where
he didn't feel like talking at all. For his part, Jon watched the TV in
silence, as though afraid to open his mouth again.

Eventually, wanting to break the uncomfortable wall of silence that had
grown up between them, Bryan forced himself to speak. "You want to go
up to my room?"

Jon turned to look at his friend and forced a smile. "Yeah, I guess I'm
feeling a bit tired. What time is it?"

"Only about half nine. But we don't have to go to sleep straight away.
We can talk for a bit if you want." Bryan realised that this last part
sounded a little silly in view of the fact that the two of them had
hardly said a single word to each other for more than an hour. "I'm
sorry," he said, lowering his eyes. "I shouldn't have snapped at you."

John's smile became more genuine and he looked relieved. "It's OK," he
said. "I thought you were going to stay mad at me for the whole
weekend."

"I wasn't really mad at you," said Bryan. "It wasn't your fault. It's
just... something that I don't want to talk about."

"That's alright," said Jon. He stretched. "So, are we going up to your
room?"

They called into the kitchen to say goodnight to Bryan's parents Bryan
dad was sitting at the kitchen table surrounded by papers, taking care
of some business that he had brought home from work. The boy's mum sat
opposite him, relaxing with her elbows on the table and a cup off
coffee in her hands.

"We're going up to bed," said Bryan. "We're both a bit tired."

"OK, but if you're tired, make sure that you're not too late getting to
sleep. Don't be up half the night talking and larking about," said
Richard. "I don't want you staying in bed for half of the day tomorrow;
we've a fun day planned."

"We're not going to be doing any larking about," said Bryan, offended
by the suggestion. "Anyway, I bet we're up before you in the morning."

"That will be a first," his mother laughed. "Go on, get yourselves up
to bed and have a good night."

The boys said their goodnights and went upstairs to Bryan's bedroom.
Beside Bryan's bed, a mattress had been placed on the floor and made up
with sheets, a duvet and pillows, ready for use.

"You take the bed," said Bryan, eyeing the mattress unenthusiastically.

"No way," said Jon. "I'm not sleeping in your bed while you sleep on
the floor."

"I'll be fine," Bryan insisted. "Besides, I had a proper bed when I
stayed with you, so it's only fair that you get the bed when you stay
with me."

"I'll tell you what," said Jon. "I'm here for two nights, so how about
I sleep on the mattress tonight, and then tomorrow we swap around?"

Bryan thought about this for moment and then he shrugged and nodded.
"OK, if that's what you want."

Now that the sleeping arrangements were settled, the boys began to
undress, ready for bed. Quickly, they both stripped down to their
shorts.

"The bathroom is at the end of the landing," said Bryan. "You want to
go first?"

"We could go together," Jon suggested. "I only need to pee and clean my
teeth."

"Yeah, I guess," Bryan sighed. He would rather have gone on his own,
but it really wasn't such a big deal. He waited while Jon fumbled in
his bag to find his toothbrush and toothpaste and then the two of them
went out to the bathroom.

As soon as they were in the bathroom, Jon stood in front of the toilet,
pulled down the front of his shorts, took out his penis and began to
pee. Bryan watched him for a second and then realised what he was
looking at and quickly looked away, moving over to the sink to clean
his teeth. A few moments later, Jon joined him at the sink, held his
hands under the running water and then dried them before he too began
cleaning his teeth. Bryan finished first and took his turn at the
toilet. He didn't feel particularly comfortable peeing with Jon
watching, but he was determined to pretend that he wasn't bothered. He
could almost feel Jon's eyes on him, and when he turned his head to
look, sure enough, there was Jon looking right at him and grinning.
Bryan shook off the last drops, pushed his dick back inside his shorts
and quickly rinsed his hands.

As soon as they were back in the bedroom, Jon pushed down his shorts
and stepped out of them, then picked them up and dropped them onto the
pile of his other clothing.

"You're sleeping naked?" Bryan asked, his eyes involuntarily moving up
and down Jon's slim and completely smooth body.

Jon nodded and then looked worried. "You don't want me too? We always
sleep that way at home, but I guess I could wear shorts if you think I
should."

"It's up to you," said Bryan. He considered whether or not he should
take off his own shorts. He decided to keep them on, since he normally
wore his shorts to bed. He stepped over the mattress and climbed into
his bed.

His back to Bryan, Jon bent and began searching inside his bag. This
meant that Bryan had a clear view of the boy's naked backside.

"Hey, hurry up, will you?"  said Bryan. "It's not exactly a nice view
from here."

Jon looked back and giggled. "Sorry." A second later he stood up and
turned to face his friend. "OK, is that a better view?" he laughed.

Bryan gave a pained grin. "You're hopeless. Just be quick and get into
bed. What've you got there?" he asked, seeing that Jon was holding
something in his hand.

"It's a PSP," said Jon. "It's a hand held games console. I bought it
with some of my modelling money. It doesn't just play games though. You
can do all sorts of other things as well, like watch movies and stuff.
It's really cool."

"Let's see," said Bryan. He held out his hand and Jon stepped up to the
bed and handed the device over."

"I thought we could play some games," said Jon.

"Yeah, OK," said Bryan. He pulled himself up and leaned back onto his
pillows. "Let's see what you got."

"There's just one thing," said Jon, frowning. "It would be better if we
were both able to see the screen. We won't be able to do that if I'm
down on the floor, and I'm going to get cold sitting around like this."
He looked down at himself as if to make his point.

Now it was Bryan's turn to frown. He could suggest that Jon put on some
clothes, but that would be a bit silly considering that there was
another, more obvious option. He let out a sigh. "I guess it would be
OK if you get into bed with me for a few minutes." He wasn't thrilled
about the idea of being in bed with another boy, but he did have his
shorts on, and it wasn't as though Jon was going to be going around
telling everyone about it. Besides, the two of them had been naked
together loads of times now. They'd even touched each other's dicks. It
was just that for some reason the idea of being in bed together seemed
so much more intimate than what they'd done before. He shuffled to one
side to make room for Jon to climb in beside him. It was only a single
bed and so was a bit of a squeeze, and he was immediately very aware of
the places that their bodies came into contact and was extremely glad
that he had decided not to take off his shorts.

They began playing a game that involved driving a car around a
racetrack, and the boys took turns seeing who get the fastest lap time.
It took a little while for Bryan to get the hang of the controls, but
once he did, he was pleased to discover that he could beat Jon almost
every time.

After a while, Jon suggested that they try a different game. He climbed
out of bed to get to his bag, returning holding a plastic case. He took
a small disk from the case and exchanged it for the one in the back of
the PSP.

"This is where I get my revenge," Jon grinned, starting up the new game.

"Yeah, sure," said Bryan. "We'll see."

The second game was a fighting game and involved controlling a
character's punches, kicks and jumps as he battled to beat his computer
opponent. Again it took Bryan a little while to work out the controls,
however, this time it was Jon who proved the best.

"Not fair," laughed Bryan after losing game after game. "You've been
practising.

"I'm just a better ninja warrior than you," grinned Jon. He playfully
elbowed his friend in the ribs. "You want to play some more or would
you rather watch a video?"

"You mean on this?"

"Yeah, I told you that you can watch movies on it."

"What have you got?"

"Well, the only ones I have with me are a couple of videos I downloaded
from the agency website, and the first vid that Jack made. You know,
the one that Damian showed us at the studio where he gets tied up?"

"Yeah, I remember it," said Bryan. "You don't have any real movies?"

"No, sorry," said Jon, looking apologetic.

"You may as well put on one of the agency vids then," said Bryan,
interested to see how videos would work on the relatively small screen.
He was already impressed with the PSP and was considering getting one
of his own. "But please don't put on the one of Danny stripping."

"You sure?" Jon giggled. "I have that one on here."

"I thought you might have," groaned Bryan. "You must have watched that
one a million times already. Aren't you bored with it?"

"No way. I keep watching it to learn Danny's moves. I'm going to be
doing my own stripping video one day this next week."

"Rather you than me," said Bryan. "The thought of people seeing me
naked is bad enough, but there's no way I'm having them laughing at me
trying to dance. It's OK for you; you're good at it."

"You weren't that bad. In fact you were pretty good when you got
going," said Jon, encouragingly. "You just need more practice, that's
all."

"Yeah, if you say so. Are you going to put on a video or not?"

Jon pressed the buttons, moving through a couple of menus, and seconds
later the screen went black. Then the words "Jack: Bound and Shaved"
appeared.

"I asked Damian if I could have a copy of the second video that Jack
made," said Jon. "But he says it's not ready yet. You'll have to see
that one. They let me stay and watch when they filmed it and it was
even more awesome than this one." He lowered his voice to a whisper.
"Damian gets naked."

"Wha...?" Bryan realised that he was sitting with his mouth open.
"Damian gets naked? You mean, like, completely naked?"

Jon nodded. "And hard as well. And at the end we get to see him shoot.
That's if they leave that part in. I really hope they do. Damian look
amazing naked, and he's shaved, just us like us." He gave a giggle.

Bryan was still trying to take this in. He knew that Damian used to do
modelling and he had even seen a few pictures of the young photographer
from back when he was about thirteen, but it had never occurred to him
that the man might still be taking his clothes off for the camera. The
boy found himself trying to picture what Damian would look like naked.
"Oh, wow," he muttered. "I don't know whether I'd want to see that or
not." This was true. He was curious, but at the same time the idea of
Damian, an adult, naked and hard, made him feel uncomfortable.

On the screen in Jon's hands, the short interview with Jack was drawing
to a close. The scene switched to Jack standing between the two poles
as Damian bound the boy's wrists and fastened them to the overhead bar.
Though the picture was quite small, Bryan was surprised at how good the
quality was. He decided that he was definitely going to get one of
these.

Bryan had watched this video once before, in Damian's studio, along
with Jon and Jack. It had given him a boner then, and now, laying here
in bed, it didn't take long for the same thing to happen. Even before
the video was half way done he was wishing that he was on his own so
that he could slip off is shorts and give his aching cock the attention
that it was demanding. Trying not to draw attention to himself, he
furtively slid his hand down under the bedclothes, down inside his
shorts, and pressed his fingers down over his hardness.

Jon gave a soft giggle. He'd obviously noticed what Bryan was doing.
"You got a boner?" he asked.

"Erm, yeah," Bryan admitted, even though he was acutely ashamed of the
fact that seeing Jack tied up, stripped, fondled, and shaved had turned
him on so much.

"Me too," said Jon. "Look." He lifted up the duvet so that Bryan could
see down the whole length of his naked body. His cock was solid and
standing up from his stomach. "Let's see yours," he said, playfully.

Bryan considered his options for a second. His natural instinct was to
say no. However, Jon had seen him hard several times already, and the
demands that his cock was making were becoming difficult to ignore. As
Jon held up the duvet, Bryan hooked his fingers into the waistband of
his shorts and pushed the front down so that his erection came into
view. If anything, showing himself to Jon like this made him even
harder.

"Cool," Jon murmured. He tossed the duvet all the way back so that it
was out of the way. "You want us to do each other?" he asked, nervously.

"I... I dunno," stammered Bryan. He glanced at the PSP, still in Jon's
hand. On the screen, Damian's fingers were wrapped around Jack's
erection, pumping the shaft.

"You should take your shorts off," Jon suggested, his voice hardly more
than a whisper.

"Yeah." Moving on autopilot, Bryan lifted his legs and pulled his
shorts off over his feet and then tossed them aside.

Jon gave another nervous giggle. He waited a moment, and then very
slowly his free hand reached down towards Bryan's very hard dick.

Bryan didn't react. He saw Jon's hand moving across towards his groin,
but he kept his attention firmly focussed on what was happening on the
screen. It was on only when he felt the touch of fingers on his cock
that he let out a soft gasp.

Jon appeared to take Bryan's gasp as permission to go ahead. He took a
firmer grip of the boy's dick and began to stroke up and down it.

There was no denying that Jon's touch felt good. Bryan felt guilty
about taking such pleasure from the attentions of another boy. But then
he recalled Jack saying that loads of boys played around sometimes and
that it didn't mean that they were gay. He also remembered the blow job
he had received from Danny. Sucking dick was light years worse than
giving a quick wank, but Danny was definitely not gay. So if all boys
really did do this sort of stuff, maybe the best thing was just to quit
worrying about it and try to enjoy it. "You want me to do you?" he
asked, a tremor in his voice.

"You bet," said Jon, his voice soft but carrying more than a hint of
excitement.

With trembling fingers, Bryan reached for Jon's cock. Even though he'd
touched his friend like this before, it felt strange having another
boy's erection in his hand. He held it firmly and began a steady
stroking movement.

"That feels good," Jon sighed. He turned his head, looked and Bryan and
grinned. "It feels really good."

In spite of his feelings that he shouldn't be doing this, Bryan grinned
back. "Yeah," he said.

They continued to jerk each other as they watched the action unfolding
on the screen. Damian had finished shaving Jack and was now stroking
him to orgasm.

"I'd love to do a vid like this," said Jon.

"You would?" said Bryan.

"Yeah. Don't you think it would be great being tied up and knowing that
someone could do anything they wanted to you and that there was nothing
that you could do to stop them?"

"That would be horrible," said Bryan. "I'd never let anyone tie me up."

"Not even someone you trusted?"

"It would have to be someone that I really trusted. And maybe not even
then," said Bryan.

Jon gave a short giggle. "I got Toby to tie me up."

"You did? You mean tie you up naked?"

"Yeah, he tied me to Jack's bed. Then he jerked me off. It felt
amazing. But just as I was shooting, Jack walked in with one of his
friends. They just stood there and watched me shoot and because I was
tied up I couldn't cover myself up or anything."

"Oh my God. I would have died," laughed Bryan.

"Yeah, I wanted to. I think that's the most embarrassing thing that's
ever happened to me."

Bryan felt Jon's fingers stray away from his cock for a moment. They
stroked over his groin area, briefly fondled his balls and then went
back to his cock again. He gave a soft, involuntary groan.

From that point, both boys lapsed into silence, concentrating on what
was happening on the screen and the sensations coming from their own
bodies. The video was nearing its climax, and the tension was obvious
in Jack's body as the teen neared orgasm. Beside Bryan, Jon was sucking
in deep, unsteady breaths. The camera zoomed in on the head of Jack's
dick to show the first spurt of cum in graphic close-up and, a moment
later, Jon moaned and tensed, his own cum shooting out and up onto his
stomach and chest.

Bryan lay back, his sticky hand held clear of the bedclothes, as Jon
went to work on bringing him to his own orgasm. Less than a minute
later, Bryan's dick began to throb and sticky cum erupted from the
head, some of it reaching his upper chest. He collapsed back, exhausted
and trying to get his breath.

"Good one," giggled Jon, looking at the splashes on Bryan's upper body.
"We should have a contest to see who can shoot the furthest."

Bryan just shook his head and smiled. "There's a box of tissues in the
drawer in that cabinet beside the bed. Can you reach them?"

"Yeah, hang on a sec." Jon retrieved the box. "You keep tissues handy?
That means you must jerk off a lot."

"Oh and you don't I suppose?" said Bryan.

"Well, maybe sometimes," Jon laughed. He pulled several tissues from
the box and handed them to his friend.

The boys cleaned themselves and put the tissues to one side, ready to
be flushed down the toilet in the morning; Bryan was always careful to
hide the evidence of his wanking.

"We'd better get some sleep," said Bryan. "Dad's taking us out
tomorrow."

"Where are we going?" Jon asked.

"I don't know, he hasn't said."

Jon climbed off Bryan's bed and got down onto the mattress, sliding
under the bedclothes. He snuggled down. "OK, you can turn off the light
now."

Bryan turned off the bedside lamp plunging the room into darkness.
"Nite," he side.

"Nite, Bryan."

Bryan lay listening to the sound of his heart beating. He thought about
how his life had changed since he started with the agency. Some of the
things he'd done, such as posing naked, had been really scary. But
looking back, all of it had been fun. Even the sex stuff had been sort
of fun. He did wish that he could get some action with a girl though.
Now that would really be fun. Hell, he'd never even kissed a girl
properly. He recalled the end of the video where Damian had kissed Jack
on the lips and it brought back to his mind the nagging questions that
he had about the photographer.

"Jon?"

"Yeah?" Jon's voice was sleepy.

"Do you think Damian might be gay?"

There was a short silence, as though Jon were thinking about this
question.

"He could be a suppose. I don't know. Why do you ask?"

"I just wondered." Bryan really didn't want to say anything to Jon
about Robert being gay. "You saw how he kissed Jack at the end of that
video."

"That doesn't really prove anything," said Jon. "Jack isn't gay. If
you're worried, ask Damian."

"Oh yeah, like I'm really gonna do that," said Bryan.

"I don't think he'd mind you asking," said Jon. "Damian doesn't worry
about stuff like that."

"Maybe not," said Bryan. "We'll see. Nite, Jon."

"Nite."


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The story continues in Chapter 25: Bonding

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