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Chapter 2: Brian's First Photo-shoot
Damian ran a final check on his equipment as he waited for Bryan to arrive for the scheduled photo-shoot. The young photographer had been looking forward to this for the past several days, ever since he had first met Bryan when the boy had come for his interview with Sean. Bryan seemed like a really nice kid, and he was certainly cute, and Damian was immensely pleased that the boy had been assigned to him. After spending six months working as an assistant to the other staff photographers, it felt great to be finally getting boys of his own. Now was his chance to really prove himself and to show what he could do, and he was determined to make a success of the job.
Damian was one of five staff photographers working for “Boys On View”, and at just twenty years old he was by far the youngest and the least experienced. Though one advantage that he did have over the others was the massive amount of experience that he had gained working as a model. He had been introduced to the business at the age of five, and by the age of nine or ten he had done almost everything there was to do, and whilst most of it had been fun, some of it had been extremely unpleasant. There had been no agency to look after Damian’s interests, and no mentor to take care of him, and even worse, he had not seen a penny of the huge income that he had earned over the years; the whole lot had been drunk away by his alcoholic father. Things had only started to change when Damian had met Sean. Sean was just starting “Boys On View” and was looking for models, and whilst Damian, then eighteen years old, had been right at the upper end of the preferred age range, Sean had taken him on anyway, valuing the boy’s huge experience. However, because of his age, the work had soon started to dry up, and so, six months ago, Sean had offered him the position of trainee photographer.
Now, at last, the training was over and Damian was ready to go solo. He had his first two boys assigned to him and it was now up to him to gradually train them and bring them to their full potential. It would take a while, but he was confident that he was up to the task.
All of the equipment appeared to be ready. Now all that Damian needed was his model. He sat down at his computer to do some editing work while he waited.
“For goodness sake, cheer up Bryan.”
Bryan gave his mother a scowl and then put on an exaggerated smile and tilted his head to one side in a way that he was certain would irritate her. “Is that better?” he asked, sarcastically.
The woman sighed. “I really don’t know why I bother,” she said, as she pressed the button to call the elevator that would take them up to the “Boys On View” offices. “I’m doing this for your benefit, and you just don’t seem to appreciate it at all. If they see you looking like that they’ll probably tear up that contract and throw you straight out of the door.”
Maybe that would be the best thing, Bryan thought to himself, though he resisted the temptation to say it aloud. He was having second thoughts about this whole modelling idea. Though, to be accurate, these were much more than second thoughts, or even third, fourth or fifth thoughts come to that; over the past few days, his feelings on the matter had been up and down like a nude trampolinist’s tits. Once away from the Agency’s offices, the idea of earning the huge sums of money that had been mentioned had started to seem more and more unrealistic, and Bryan had convinced himself that the only possible outcome of going through with this would be for him to end up looking silly and have everyone laughing at him. Even before they had arrived home from the interview, he had made tentative suggestions to his mother that he wasn’t sure he wanted to go ahead with it. But she had, of course, completely ignored him and steamrollered ahead with her plans to make him rich, or rather, to use her own words, “safeguard his future.”
Bryan knew from bitter experience how difficult it was to change his mother’s mind when she was set on something, but his dad’s attitude had taken him by surprise. The young teen had expected his father to be totally against the idea. But, to Bryan’s amazement, the man had approved and had even gone onto the internet that same evening and taken out a subscription to the “Boys On View” website. Sitting next to his dad as they had clicked through the pictures of the models on the site had left Bryan feeling more demoralised than ever; all of the boys that came up on the screen were far better looking than he was. He’d shared this opinion this opinion with his dad, but had been told not to be silly and that he was better looking than any boy on there. There were dozens of models on the site, their ages ranging from younger than Bryan up to around eighteen or so. Some of the models had several photosets. Almost every set contained shirtless pictures, and in some pictures the models were almost naked, wearing just a pair of shorts, or even extremely skimpy underwear. The pictures of a model slightly older than Bryan wearing nothing but a pair of very tight cycling shorts, left Bryan gaping; the shorts left nothing at all to the imagination, and he could clearly see the boy’s willy and balls outlined beneath the tightly stretched material.
“There’s no way anyone’s seeing me like that,” Bryan had gasped. But his dad had just laughed and continued studying the picture.
Things had taken a turn for the worse when Bryan’s brother, Robert, had heard what was going on. When the seventeen-year-old had discovered that his younger brother was going to be a model, he had laughed so hard that he had almost fallen over. This, more than anything else, had helped to convince Bryan that the whole idea was doomed to failure, and the subsequent teasing that he had been forced to endure from the older boy had shaken his confidence even further.
As he and his mother entered the agency’s expensive-looking offices, Bryan had to suppress a sudden wave of panic; he felt physically sick from nerves. He told himself to stop being stupid, that all that was going to happen was that he was going to have his photograph taken, but that did little to sooth his churning stomach.
“Hi, Bryan.” The receptionist, Carol, obviously remembered them from their previous visit. She gave the boy a reassuring smile.
“Hi,” Bryan replied. Carol was nice. She was also seriously hot.
“We’re here for his 2:30 modelling appointment,” Bryan’s mother told the receptionist.
Carol nodded. “Yes. Damian’s ready for you. He’s in his studio up on the next floor. Go up those stairs and Damian’s studio is the second on the left; you’ll see his name on the door. Go straight in.”
They found the studio easily enough. Bryan’s mother knocked lightly on the door and they entered. The studio was bigger than Bryan had expected, consisting of a large, open area, half of which was carpeted, the other half having a polished-wood floor. There wasn’t much in the way of furniture other than a comfortable looking black-leather couch in the carpeted part and a desk, containing a computer. A table stood against one wall, and the rest of the wall was taken up by a line of clothing rails, all of which were covered in polythene sheeting. There were also a number of lamps on stands, similar to the ones that had been in Sean’s office.
“Hi Bryan, great to see you again,” Damian smiled, getting up from behind the desk. “Hello Mrs. Wallace.”
“Call me Anne,” Bryan’s mother replied, accepting Damian’s hand and giving it a polite shake.
“OK, Anne it is.”
“You’ll have to forgive Bryan,” the woman explained. “I think he’s got himself a bit worked up; he’s nervous about what’s going to happen.”
“Oh, Mum!” Bryan shot his mother a disgusted look. Yes he was nervous, but there was no need for her to go telling everyone about it and talking about him as if he were a little kid.
“That’s understandable,” said Damian, giving Bryan a grin. “I always get a bit nervous myself before the first session with a new model. We’ll both feel better once we’ve had chance to get to know each other. Which reminds me,” he said, turning his attention back to the boy’s mother. “Do you have any plans for Bryan this evening?”
“I’m sure there’s nothing that can’t be changed.”
“Great. I’ve arranged for Jon’s mother to bring him in later so that he can meet Bryan – You remember Jonathan, the boy in the sample photoset that Sean showed you? I thought that after we’ve completed Bryan’s session, I’d take the boys out for a pizza and give them chance to get to know each other. After that, the three of us could maybe go see a movie. Then I’d drop them both off at home; it would save you having to come back and pick him up. I won’t keep them out late.”
“That’s very kind of you,” said the woman, looking a little surprised.
“Well, I do have an ulterior motive,” Damian admitted. “To get the best pictures, I need Bryan completely comfortable and at ease. If we spend some time together he’s going to start to feel more relaxed around me. Also, it’s almost certain that at some stage Bryan and Jon will be working together, so if they already know each other it will be a big plus.”
“Yes, I suppose that does make sense,” Anne replied. “How about it Bryan?”
“Yeah, I guess,” Bryan shrugged. He wasn’t especially excited about the idea, but at the moment he was unable to think of a decent excuse not to go along with it.
“That’s settled then,” said Damian. “I’ll drop him off some time this evening. Now, I think Bryan and I had better make a start.”
Anne looked like she would have preferred to stay, until Damian quickly pointed out that Bryan would probably find it easier to relax if she wasn’t there, and that she could always sit in during some future session. So she gave Bryan a kiss and told him to be good and to do everything that Damian told him to do, and then finally departed.
Bryan watched her go with a scowl and then wiped the back of his hand across his cheek where she had kissed him. He was convinced that she deliberately went out of her way to embarrass him.
“She’s not as bad as some,” Damian laughed, appearing to understand exactly how Bryan was feeling. “At least she didn’t call you ‘Mummy’s little angel’ or anything soppy like that.”
“I’d kill her if she did,” Bryan muttered, sincerely.
“Come on, let’s get started,” said Damian, giving the boy a grin. He led the way over to one of the clothing rail and threw back the polythene sheet. The rail was full of all types of clothing, carefully arranged on hangers. “This is your rail,” said the photographer. “This is why we took all of those measurements the last time you were here. Everything on this rail should fit you OK. This next rail is Jon’s, and since you and him are similar in size, some of the stuff on there should fit you as well.”
“I’m going to have to be photographed in all of those?” Bryan’s eyes widened. The rail was packed; they would be here for hours.
Damian laughed. “Not of all of them today, no. Some of them we might never use at all. What I want to do today is to get some shots of you in three of four different outfits. We’ll do some open shirt and shirtless shots, because they always go down well, and I’d like a sequence with you in shorts; maybe something like these.” He lifted a hanger from the rail and held up a pair of baggy yellow and blue shorts.
Bryan pulled a face.
“Don’t worry,” said Damian. “It won’t be anything like as bad as you think. We do need to make a big impression with this first shoot though. Much of what happens in the future depends on the response to your first set when it hits the website. If it bombs, then there’s a fair chance you won’t be asked to do another one. And it’s a fact that boys who are willing to show some skin do far better than the ones who always keep themselves covered up. I’m not about to force you into anything you don’t want to do, but I am going to do everything I can to make sure that you’re the biggest thing ever to hit that website; and I do honestly believe that there’s a fair chance of that happening. Let’s take things a step at a time and see how we get on.”
“Alright.” Bryan found himself smiling, in spite of his nerves. Damian made everything sound so reasonable.
The photographer was searching through the clothing on the rail, eventually pulling out a pair of charcoal-grey trousers and a white shirt. “I think we’ll start off with the ‘schoolboy’ look; that’s always popular.” He handed the clothes to Bryan. “Here you go. Get yourself changed into those.”
“Is there somewhere for me to change?” Bryan asked, looking around. There was certainly nowhere in here that would give any privacy; the only door led back out into the corridor.
“Just change here,” said Damian. “Put your own clothes on that table; they’ll be out of the way there.”
Feeling self-conscious, Bryan began to undress. He took off his shirt, and quickly pulled on the white one before taking off his trousers. He was sure he could feel Damian’s eyes on him, but when he glanced around, the photographer was bending getting something from a drawer.
“You need some socks to match the trousers,” said Damian, handing the boy a pair of grey socks. “And we have some black shoes here for you as well.”
The clothes were an almost perfect fit and appeared brand new. The shoes were a bit uncomfortable, but Bryan knew that he would only be wearing them for a few minutes, so that wasn’t a big problem. He finished dressing and looked to Damian for approval.
The photographer frowned and shook his head. “You look like you’ve just crawled out of bed,” he sighed. “Hold still and I’ll sort you out.” He unfastened the front of the boy’s trousers and pulled down the zip, then straightened the white shirt. “You’ve got it all bunched up at the back.”
Bryan stood in silence as Damian’s hands smoothed the shirt down over his chest and back and then pushed it all the way down inside his open trousers. He tried not to flinch as he felt the man’s hand slide down over his backside, underneath the trousers, but over the top of his shorts. When Damian was happy with the shirt, he refastened the boy’s trousers and pulled up the zip. Bryan blushed at such intimate contact in the region of his groin.
Damian stepped back and looked at the boy critically. “Much better,” he said. “Can you fasten a tie?”
“Sort of.”
“Hmm, it may be quicker if I do it for you.” The man picked up a black and red striped tie that he had ready and looped it around Bryan’s neck, fastening it at the front. The addition of a charcoal-grey blazer completed the ensemble.
“Almost there,” Damian observed. He pulled a short comb from his shirt pocket and used this to straighten the boy’s hair. “You’re looking almost decent now,” he smiled. He pointed to a full length mirror and Bryan walked over to look at himself.
“I look like a geek,” Bryan grimaced. The school he attended didn’t have uniforms, so this was a new experience for him. He much preferred the casual look.
“You look like a sweet, well-mannered schoolboy,” Damian laughed, “Which is the image we’re trying to create.”
“Sweet?” There was more than a touch of incredulity in Bryan’s tone. The very last thing he wanted was for anyone to think of him as “sweet”.
“Sorry, bad choice of words,” grinned Damian. “But it should get the website members going, and that’s the important thing.”
“What do you mean ‘get them going’?”
“I mean get them asking to see more of you, and hopefully buying prints; though they are more likely to buy prints of the shots where you’re showing more skin. Anyway, enough with the questions. No one will be asking for anything unless we can give them something to look at. Come and stand over here in front of the lights.”
As Bryan moved to the spot indicated, Damian picked up his camera. The photographer moved around, looking at Bryan from different angles and then frowned. He put the camera back down again and took a small box from his desk drawer. Taking a soft brush from the box he made to stroke the brush across Bryan’s face.
“What’re you doing?” Bryan demanded, automatically pulling back.
“Hold still,” said Damian. “It’s just a little bit of makeup to stop your face from looking shiny in the pictures.”
“Makeup? I’m not wearing makeup.”
“You’ll need makeup to cover up the black eye that I’m going to give you if you end up with any of this powder on that blazer. Now hold still.”
Reluctantly, Bryan allowed the man to run the brush lightly over his face. He didn’t even want to think about what his friends would say if they ever found out about this. No one had said anything about having to wear makeup.
At last, Damian appeared satisfied. He put away the box, once more picked up his camera, and finally started taking photographs.
To start with, Bryan tried to smile, because that’s what you always did when you had your picture taken. However, Damian soon told him to stop this and be more natural, explaining that a smile wasn’t always necessary and even when it was, it had to look genuine. Besides, given the school uniform scenario, a few serious shots would be nice. Soon Bryan was asked to take off the blazer and hold it over his shoulder, and then to lose it completely. Next Damian loosened the boy’s carefully knotted tie and unfastened his shirt collar. Next the tie came off and a couple more shirt buttons were unfastened. Bryan was starting to detect a pattern and was not surprised when Damian stepped up to him to unbutton his shirt all the way down the front and pull it out of his trousers, letting it hang open. Strangely, this didn’t feel quite as bad as Bryan had expected, and he found that he was enjoying himself. They did a few shots with the tie back on, hanging down over his bare chest, and then Damian asked him to remove the shirt completely. He had been dreading this part, but now that they were here, he realised that he actually didn’t feel too bad about it. He knew a lot of this was down to Damian; the photographer spoke to him constantly, reassuring him, joking with him and making him laugh.
“Almost done with this set,” said Damian, eventually, just as Bryan was starting to think that there would be no end to the photographs of him with his shirt off. “I want to finish with a couple of teasers; something that hints that there might be much more to come. I noticed that you’re wearing grey under-shorts.”
Bryan nodded. The shorts were in fact the only item of his own clothing that he still wore. “Why?” he asked suspiciously.
“Don’t worry, we’re not going for anything extreme,” Damian grinned. “I just want to give them a flash of underwear. Unfasten your trousers and pull the zip about half way down, then pull the front of the trousers open.”
“I don’t know…”
“Come on, Bryan. You have to trust me. These last few in this set are sure to get them begging for more. I’m only asking you to show the top of your shorts.”
“Yeah, OK then,” Bryan agreed. He did as requested, holding the front of his trousers open.
“That’s perfect,” said Damian. “Now look straight into the camera. Open your lips a fraction more. Good. Now turn just a little to the side and twist around so that you’re facing me. Perfect. Now let go of your trousers; don’t worry they won’t fall down. Put your arms up behind your head and get those elbows back. Wow! OK, that should do it for that one.” He laid his camera on the desk and went over to the clothes rail. “I think we’ll do the ‘soccer player’ next; we’ll put you in some shorts and give them chance to see your legs.”
While Damian sorted out the next outfit, Bryan took off the remainder of the schoolboy clothes, folding the trousers as best he could and laying them on the table next to his own clothing. He stood in just his grey, soft-cotton shorts, feeling almost naked, as he waited for the man to hand him something else to put on.
The ‘soccer player’ outfit consisted of a red shirt, with white highlights, and red shorts and socks. The addition of a pair of black and white training shoes and a simulated leather ball made the outfit complete. Bryan quickly put on the clothes and waited patiently as Damian once more touched up his hair. The boy was already starting to realise that there was far more to this modelling business than he had first thought. Damian paid attention to the minutest detail; all the clothing had to hang just right and not be twisted or anything, not a hair was allowed to be out of place, nothing escaped the man’s critical gaze. And that was all before he even started taking the photographs. The man’s care and professionalism went a long way towards building Bryan’s trust and confidence, and most of the boy’s previous nervousness had now gone.
This second set went much the same way as the first, with Damian snapping off a whole load of pictures of Bryan in a variety of poses, including some ‘action’ shots of him playing with the ball. Soon, however, the ball was dispensed with and it was again time to start showing some skin. Bryan was told to lift up the front of his shirt to show off his chest and then, and few moments later, the shirt came off completely.
The soccer player was followed by a set in smart casual clothes. As Bryan looked at himself in the mirror after putting these on, he decided that he liked this look a lot. He was wearing dark grey trousers, in a style much less severe than the earlier school-boy look, and a pale blue, textured, open-necked shirt. It was finished off with a gold-coloured chain around his neck; it was only what Damian called ‘cheap costume jewellery’ but it looked good.
“You look great,” Damian observed. “Really comfortable.”
They did a number of poses in this outfit, and to Bryan’s surprise, this time his shirt stayed on. When he commented about this to Damian, the man laughed and informed the young teen that he would get plenty of chances to show off his body in the final set.
The last costume of the day turned out to be the baggy yellow and blue swimming shorts that Damian had shown to Bryan right back at the start of the session. The boy once more stripped down to his grey under-shorts and accepted the garment from the man, holding them out in front of himself. He was about to step into them when Damian stopped him.
“It might be better if you took off the under-shorts first,” the photographer suggested. “That way, these will hang better; we don’t want bumps and ridges in the wrong places.”
“Do I have to?”
“You do if you want it to look right.”
With a sigh, Bryan turned his back on the man and pushed down his underwear. It was a strange feeling, getting naked in such unfamiliar surroundings. He quickly stepped into the swimming shorts and pulled them up, feeling relieved when his private parts were once more private.
“Alright, let’s have a look at you,” said Damian, as the boy turned to face him. He stuck his thumbs into the waistband and adjusted the garment, then smoothed his hands down over the fabric at the sides, before doing the same at the back and front. The latter caused Bryan to give a soft gasp of surprise as the man’s hand stroked down over his groin. “Right, let’s get some oil on you,” said Damian, taking the top off a bottle he had retrieved from somewhere.
“Oil? What’s that for.”
“It’s to make you all nice and shiny.”
“You said I wasn’t supposed to be shiny,” Bryan pointed out, remembering the makeup that had been put on his face.
“That was different,” said Damian. “You’ll look really hot when you’re properly oiled up.”
Bryan wasn’t sure that he wanted to look ‘hot’, but by this stage he realised that Damian knew what he was doing and the boy decided that it was better not to argue.
Damian poured some of the oil onto his palm, then, setting down the bottle, he rubbed his hands together and began to apply the oil to one of Bryan’s arms. “This will take a few minutes, but the effect will be worth it.”
It did indeed take a few minutes for Damian to thoroughly cover both of Bryan’s arms, followed by his shoulders and back and then start working on the boy’s chest.
The procedure left Bryan feeling a little uncomfortable. Damian’s hands rubbing the oil into his chest felt really nice, yet at the same time it didn’t seem right that someone should be touching him like that; he wanted to enjoy it, but didn’t think that he should.
Damian was still working on Bryan’s chest when there came an unexpected knock on the door and a woman and a teenaged boy came in. Bryan immediately recognised Jonathan, the boy he had seen in the picture set in Sean’s office, and again on the website when he’d looked at it with his dad.
“Oh, sorry. Are we too early?” the woman asked, apologetically.
“No you’re fine,” Damian replied, his hands still working on Bryan’s torso. “We’re running a bit later than I expected, but I’m sure Bryan won’t mind if Jon sits in. You don’t mind, do you Bryan?”
“What? Erm, no, I guess not.” The boy was feeling acutely embarrassed at being caught in this strange situation by a couple of complete strangers.
“Bryan, this is Jon, the other boy on my list, and his mother, Sonia.”
“Hi,” said Bryan, feeling the colour rising to his face.
“Hello Bryan,” said the woman, with a warm smile. The dark haired boy with her gave a shy smile of his own and a nod of his head. “Are you sure you don’t want me to collect Jon later, Damian?” the woman asked.
“No, don’t worry about it. I’ll drop him off, like I said. I was thinking that I might take the boys to see a movie or something after we’ve eaten, so I don’t know what time we’ll be done. But I promise that I’ll have them home before it gets late.”
“That’s not a problem; it’s not a school night. Though if you’re going to be any later than about ten or so, would you give us a quick call and let us know, so that we don’t worry?”
“I’ll do that,” said Damian.
The woman gave the boy a quick kiss, and departed.
“Don’t stand there in the doorway, Jon, get yourself over to the desk,” Damian told the boy. “You may as well make good use of your time while you’re waiting for us to finish. All those prints in that folder on the desk need autographing; sign them all on the corner, like I showed you.”
“What, more? I did a load last time I was here.” The dark haired boy wore a look of amazement.
“Get used to it,” Damian laughed. “You’re the most popular new model to appear on the site in quite some time.” He turned his attention back to the oiling. “Bryan, can you ease the shorts down an inch or so for me; if the oil stops short of the waistband you’re going to look silly.”
Reluctantly, Bryan eased the shorts down, but Damian told him that he still needed them down a bit further. By the time the photographer was satisfied, the elastic waistband was hardly covering the base of the boy’s dick, and some of his sparse pubes were clearly visible. As he waited for Damian to oil the exposed part, Bryan was sure that he caught Jon casting covert glances in his direction. The teen felt much better when Damian had finished and he was allowed to pull the shorts back up to a respectable height. That just left his legs still to be done, which was fine until he felt Damian’s fingers on his upper thighs, under the hem of his shorts. He tensed and gave an embarrassed giggle, knowing that he had no underwear to protect him and that the man was so close to touching his dick and balls.
“What’s the matter, are you ticklish?” asked Damian.
“Not really, it just, well, you know…”
The understanding smile that Damian gave in reply said that he did indeed know. “Don’t worry; that’s as far up as I need to go.”
At last the ordeal was over. Damian wiped his hands on a towel and picked up his camera and Bryan was once more on familiar ground.
The actual taking of the pictures seemed to take far less time than the preparation had done and it seemed only minutes later that Damian informed the boy that they were done for the day.
“Here you go,” said Damian, tossing the boy a towel. “Get those shorts off and go get yourself a shower to get rid of all that oil. The shower room is next door, on the left. There should be some soap in there, if not give me a shout and I’ll find you some.”
Bryan turned his back and, wrapping the towel around himself, he reached under it to pull the shorts down and off. When he turned back he saw Jon watching him from where he was sitting over at the desk. The dark-haired boy quickly looked away and Bryan was sure the young teen was blushing.
The thirteen-year-old cautiously opened the door and peered out. The corridor was empty. Quickly, he stepped out and hurried along to the next door. It didn’t feel right wandering around wearing nothing but a towel, and he didn’t want anyone coming along and catching him like this.
The shower room was impossible to miss, mainly due to the fact that there was a large notice painted on the door saying “SHOWER”. Bryan hurried inside, glad to be out of the public corridor. It appeared the shower was occupied; there was the sound of splashing water, and steam hung in the air. The teen stepped around a corner and straight in front of him was a large, open, shower area, similar to the showers in the boys’ changing room at school, and almost as big. A boy somewhat older than Bryan stood under the water, soaping himself down. Bryan hesitated, wondering what to do. Should he wait for the boy to finish, or maybe go away and come back in a few minutes?
“Hi,” the boy in the shower said, loud enough to be heard over the splashing of the water.
“Erm, hi,” Bryan replied.
“Come on in, there’s plenty of room.”
There was indeed plenty of room, Bryan could see. The shower was easily big enough for a good half a dozen boys, and probably more if they didn’t mind squeezing together. Feeling a teenager’s natural shyness at appearing naked in front of an older boy who was bigger and almost certainly more developed than he was, Bryan hung up his towel and stepped under the water.
“You new?” the boy asked.
“Yeah.”
“I thought so; I haven’t seen you around and don’t remember seeing you on the site. I’m Danny.”
“I’m Bryan,” Bryan replied, getting his first good look at the other boy, who had now turned to face him and was unconcernedly rubbing soap under one of his armpits. The thirteen-year-old seemed to recall seeing the older boy on the website. Danny looked to have dark hair, though it was hard to tell exactly, with it being wet. He had an open, pleasant face, and a nice smile. Automatically, Bryan flicked his eyes down the teen’s body and gave a start of surprise. Danny was in good shape, well defined, though not overly muscular, but what shocked Bryan was lower down. Danny’s body was completely hairless; the boy had not a trace of pubic hair, and his dick made Bryan’s look tiny by comparison.
“This your first time?” Danny asked with a smile.
“Yeah.” Bryan wrenched his gaze away from the boy’s groin.
“Pretty scary, huh?”
“It’s OK,” Bryan replied, not wanting to admit his nervousness in front of the older boy. He found a piece of soap and began rubbing it over his chest.
“Don’t worry, you’ll soon get used to it. How old are you?”
“Thirteen.”
“I’m sixteen. Been with the agency for over a year now.”
“You earn lots of money?” Bryan asked. This was the first question that popped into his head, probably because the only reason he was going through with this was the possibility that he might earn some decent money.
Danny laughed. “Quite a bit. There’s plenty of money to be made, especially when you start doing the commissions and PAs.”
“What’s a PA?”
“Personal appearance. Not all the guys do that; some just stick to website stuff. Some of them even refuse to do nude, which is pretty silly, considering how easy it is and how well it pays.”
“Nude? You mean with nothing on?” Bryan froze.
“Yeah. Sorry, I should have realised that with you being new they probably haven’t even mentioned that to you yet. Don’t worry about it. They won’t make you do anything that you don’t want. Though if you’ll take my advice, when they do offer it to you, take it. That’s where the serious money is. The first time nude is really scary, but after you’ve done it a few times, it’s nothing. Even if you refuse the shows and commissions, don’t turn down the nudes. You look pretty good, so you should do well. Who’s your mentor?”
“Damian.” Bryan responded. His mind was still trying to comprehend what he had just heard. Nude, PAs, shows, what the hell was all of that about? The thought of posing nude caused his stomach to tighten into knots.
Danny appeared not to have noticed the younger boy’s discomfort. “You lucky bastard. Damian is great; I’ve worked with him on a couple of shoots. I’m with Eric Downs. He’s a miserable old bastard most of the time and all he cares about is the money. Damian will take good care of you. I might even go talk to Sean about transferring to Damian myself. Anyway, got to run; I’ve got myself a hot date with a girl who is definitely up for some action, if you know what I mean.” Danny gave a grin and slipped his fingers around the base of his dick and shook it from side to side as if to emphasise his words.
Bryan eyes were drawn to the moving dick and he quickly looked away feeling his face heat up.
Danny gave a laugh. “Nice meeting you Bryan. Remember what I said; when they offer you the nude stuff, bite their hands off. Maybe we’ll get to do a show or something together sometime; that would be cool. See you around.” With a wave, the boy stepped out of the shower, grabbed his towel, and disappeared, not even pausing to dry himself.
Bryan continued to soap himself, his mind racing. There was no way he would ever be posing nude. He wondered what these shows and personal appearances were. Could Danny have been talking about fashion shows? Bryan decided that this was what the older boy must have meant; what other type of show would a model be involved with? Danny had seemed nice. It was funny that he had no pubes though. Bryan knew from his quick glances at the other boys in the showers at school, that every single one of the boys his age had at least some traces of pubes, and some of the boys even had quite a thick bush. How come a sixteen-year-old didn’t have any at all, especially considering the size of his willy? Danny sure had a big one.
When Bryan returned to the studio he found Damian and Jon sitting together on the couch. They looked up as he entered.
“Got rid of all the oil?” asked Damian, with a smile.
“Yeah, I think so,” Bryan replied.
“Good. Get yourself dressed and we’ll go get something to eat. I’ve left those clothes that you liked out on table for you. I thought you might like to wear them tonight.”
“I’m allowed to do that?”
“Yeah, of course you are. You can bring them back the next time you’re here. Best to tell your mum not to bother washing them though; we have contractors to take care of the laundry. You’re welcome to borrow anything off your rail any time you like, as long as you take care of it. It’s one of the perks of working for Boys On View.”
“Thanks.” Bryan crossed to the table and quickly found his shorts, pulling them on before he discarded the towel. He almost mentioned meeting Danny, but decided to keep quiet about it. He didn’t want to talk about anything that might lead to the subject of nude modelling just in case Damian suggested that they give it a try.
When Bryan had finished dressing, Damian came over and pulled the comb out of his pocket and made to straighten the boy’s hair, and then he stopped and gave a laugh.
“Sorry,” said the photographer. “Force of habit. You’d probably prefer to do it yourself.”
“No, go ahead,” said Bryan with a smile and a shrug. “You do it better than I do anyway.”
“How about you, Jon,” Damian asked the dark haired boy. “Do you want to change into anything or are you going to stick with what you’ve got on?”
“I’m OK,” the boy replied, in a soft voice. “Unless you think I need to change into something else.”
“No, as long as you’re happy.”
As soon as Bryan was ready, Damian checked that everything was turned off and led the way out of the studio and then down to the car park underneath the building. They climbed into Damian’s car, Bryan and Jon following the man’s suggestion and sitting together on the back seat. Jon seemed almost painfully shy, and though he would respond if asked a direct question, he didn’t make any attempt to volunteer anything on his own. In spite of this, Bryan quickly decided that he liked the boy; the shy smile that appeared on Jon’s face every time he looked at Bryan probably helped a lot in reaching this decision.
An hour later and the three of them were sitting in a pizza restaurant, their bellies full to bursting. They had talked and laughed and joked, and Bryan could now see the sense of Damian’s plan that they spend some time together and get to know one another. The boy now felt completely at ease with both Damian and Jon. And even Jon had started to open up and, with a bit of prompting, had told Bryan a little about himself, revealing that he had two brothers, Jack aged 15 and Toby aged 11, and a sister, Rachel aged 16. Apparently, Jack was cool, Toby was a pain and Rachel was pure evil. Bryan explained that he only had one brother, Robert, who was 17 and a real bastard. They then got into a debate, trying to decide who was worse, Bryan’s brother or Jon’s sister, with the examples of their siblings’ vileness becoming steadily more exaggerated as each boy tried to outdo the other.
“Maybe we should get them to go out together,” Bryan suggested, laughing.
“Great idea,” Jon agreed. “They sound perfect for each other.”
“Imagine if the got married and had kids though,” said Bryan, pulling a face. “The kids would turn out to be REALLY evil.”
“Yeah, and then the kids would murder their parents and bury their bodies under the floorboards.” Jon pulled a face and both boys started to giggle.
Damian looked at them, shaking his head, a bemused expression on his face. “I don’t know about anyone else, but when it comes to evil, you two would sure take some beating.”
“Do you really think so?” asked Bryan, proudly.
“Definitely. Now, we need to decide which of you is going to pay for all of this.” Damian waved his hand vaguely in the direction of the remains of pizza that lay on the table in front of them.
“But…” Bryan looked at the man in surprise. “I thought you were paying for it.”
“Me?” Damian looked incredulous. “You two are the high earners, not me.”
Bryan and Jon exchanged worried glances.
“I haven’t even been paid anything yet,” said Bryan, weakly.
“And I didn’t bring any money; I didn’t know I would need any,” said Jon.
“This was your idea,” Bryan added, glaring at Damian.
“So, it was my idea. That doesn’t mean that I should pay.” The man returned Bryan’s glare. “The pair of you had better come up with something, and quick.”
“Like what? How can we pay if we haven’t got any money?” Bryan was feeling a rising panic. They’d worked their way through a huge amount of pizza and drinks, not giving a thought about paying for it. Even though this wasn’t a particularly expensive place, the bill would be easily over £30. This wasn’t fair.
“It’s not my problem,” said Damian. He looked coldly at the two youngsters for a long moment. Then his expression started to soften and the corners of his mouth twitched. A moment later he was grinning.
“You…!” Bryan picked up a screwed up paper napkin and threw it at the man. “That really was evil.”
“Wasn’t it just?” Damian laughed. “Score one to me, I think.”
“We are going to make you sorry for that,” Bryan promised.
“I’m sure you will,” Damian agreed, reaching for his wallet.
The movie was fun, and by the time they all climbed back into Damian’s car for the man to take them home, Bryan knew he had found himself two new friends.
“Just one more thing before I take you home,” said Damian, with a smile. He reached inside his jacket and took out two envelopes, giving one to each of the boys. “Your modelling fee for today, Bryan. And your commission from the sale of prints, Jon.”
Bryan eagerly accepted the envelope and tore it open. Inside were five crisp £20 notes. “It’s cash,” he said, surprised.
“Yes, we try to pay all fees in cash, where possible. It sort of helps with the book-keeping. It’s not something for you to worry about.” Damian gave the boy a wink.
Jon was sitting wide eyed as he counted through the contents of his envelope. “£275,” he gasped.
“That’s right. And I’m sure there’s a lot more still to come,” said Damian. “From the number of comments and orders for prints that we’ve received, you’ve been our third most popular new model ever. We’re going to have to think about doing another shoot. Are you available next Saturday?”
“Yeah, I think so,” Jon replied, distantly his eyes still on the money.
“Good, I’ll pencil you in for then.”
“When will my pictures be appearing on the site?” Bryan asked.
Damian gave a laugh. “What’s the matter, can’t you wait to get your hands on some commission?”
“No, nothing like that,” said Bryan, feeling himself start to blush. “My dad told me ask.”
“Your dad?”
“Yeah. He’s subscribed to the site and keeps checking it for updates every day.”
“I see,” said Damian, with a grin. “Sounds like your dad is going to be your biggest fan. That’s nice because it means you’ll get lots of support and encouragement, which is good because there will probably be times when you will need it. Tell him that I’m going to have a word with Sean and see if we can rush it through and get it online sometime this next week. Oh, and tell him to cancel his subscription, because all of our models get free accounts.”
“Thanks, I’ll tell him,” said Bryan. He settled back on the seat, the envelope clutched tightly in his hand. His first experience with modelling hadn’t been so bad. It had been much easier than he had expected, and he already had £100 in his hand with the promise of much more to come. He could hardly wait to see the look on Robert’s face when he showed him the money. That should put a stop to the teasing once and for all.
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