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Chapter 6: Posing Naked “Bryan?”
At the sound of his father’s voice, Bryan hurriedly slid the prints back into the envelope and returned them to their hiding place underneath his mattress.
“Coming, Dad.”
The boy did a quick check to make sure everything looked OK and that there were no corners of envelope sticking out or anything that would give away his hiding place, then went to find out what his father wanted.
Since he had arrived home the previous evening, Bryan’s mind had kept returning to one question; should he let Damian take photographs of him naked? Several times now, he had removed the three prints from the envelope and sat staring at them in the hopes that they would help him find a solution to his dilemma. They didn’t really help. Though one strange thing that Bryan did notice; the more he looked at the prints, the more comfortable he became with them. Even the one in which he was wearing the Lycra shorts, the one he considered the most embarrassing of the three because it showed him touching the outline of his dick through the thin fabric, no longer made him squirm with embarrassment. He couldn’t deny that all three pictures made him look good, and he realised that in some ways he was actually proud of them. Though this didn’t help in the decision as to whether he should take the next step and take everything off.
Bryan’s dad was waiting for him at the bottom of the stairs as the boy hurried down.
“You wanted me?” the Bryan asked.
The man nodded. “I thought you might want to know that your friend Jon’s pictures have appeared on the site.”
“Oh, yeah, I forgot all about that. Damian told me they would be added in yesterday’s update.”
“Well they’re there now. You want to come and look?”
“Sure.” Bryan followed his father into the lounge and the two of them squeezed in together in front of the computer in the corner.
Jon looked really good in the pictures; the boy’s natural ease in front of the camera came though, making him look relaxed and confident. The Lycra pictures were every bit as revealing as Bryan had expected, and some of them even appeared to have been taken in such a way as to deliberately emphasise the outline of the boy’s penis and balls.
“He’s a good-looking boy,” Bryan’s dad observed. “I expect he’s going to be very busy signing prints this week.”
“He’ll like that,” said Bryan. “He’s saving up to buy a computer. The only one they have at the moment is in his sister’s room and he has to ask her permission before he can use it. That really sucks. It will take him ages to save up though, because his mum makes him put most of his money into the bank. Why are mums always so mean?”
“I can hear you,” came a voice through the open door that led to the adjoining kitchen. The boy’s mother appeared in the doorway, her hands covered in flour. “Mothers are mean to their children because it’s one of the few pleasures they have in life, and so they make the most of it,” she said. “So be careful what you say, or I might decide that it’s time I showed you just how mean I can be when I really put my mind to it.”
Bryan’s dad leaned in close and in a stage whisper, he spoke into the boy’s ear. “Important lesson there, Bryan. They have ears like bats, and fangs to match.”
“Any more cheek from you, Richard Wallace, and I’ll poison your dinner,” the woman said in a mock annoyed tone.
“You’ve been doing that for years, my love. I’ve become immune.”
Bryan watched his mother laugh and shake her head and then disappear back into the kitchen. His dad gave the boy a wink and turned his attention back to the computer screen.
“Let’s help Jon along with buying his computer,” the man grinned, clicking on the button to purchase prints. “I think we’ll get a signed one as well.”
“There’s no need to pay to get a signed one,” Bryan pointed out. “I could get him to sign one for you for nothing.”
“That would hardly help him out with his computer though, would it?”
“No, I guess not.”
“When’s this next lot of yours due to be appear?” his dad asked, his attention focussed on entering his credit card details to pay for the prints.
“I don’t know. Damian didn’t say. I shouldn’t think it will be Wednesday. Probably next Saturday, or even longer.”
“That’s a nuisance.” The man gave the young teen a disappointed look. “I was looking forwards to seeing how you’d got on with yesterday’s shoot.”
“Well…” Bryan hesitated. He’d felt bad hiding the prints from his father, especially considering all the encouragement the man was giving him. “I’ve got prints of a couple of the shots upstairs,” he admitted.
“You have? Why didn’t you say?”
Bryan pulled a face.
“Oh, I see,” said the man, his voice very low as he glanced towards the kitchen door. “They show a bit more than you feel comfortable with?”
Again Bryan pulled a face. “Sort of,” he said. “You want to see them?”
“Do you want me to see them?”
Bryan gave a shrug. He didn’t know the answer to that one. In spite of what his dad had appeared to be saying to him several days ago about it being OK to pose naked, the boy was a little afraid that the man might look at the pictures and say they were disgusting or something like that, and Bryan would find himself in trouble for letting Damian take them.
“Let’s go up and have a look,” the man said, gently.
His heart hammering, Bryan led the way upstairs to his bedroom. As he bent to pull the envelope from beneath his mattress, he heard a soft chuckle from behind him.
“You really should find a better hiding place than that,” his father laughed, good-naturedly. “Every boy since the beginning of time has hidden his dirty magazines and the things he doesn’t want parents to see, underneath his mattress. It’s always the first place a parent will look.”
“I don’t have any dirty magazines,” said Bryan.
“Give it another year or so,” said his father.
Nervously, Bryan held out the envelope. “There are only three,” he said. “These are ones that Damian said he wouldn’t be able to use. The ones that go on the site won’t be as bad as these.”
“Bad?” The man gave a surprised look. “Now you’ve got me really curious.” He accepted the envelope and reached inside and pulled out the prints.
Bryan’s eyes were fixed on his dad’s face, watching for the man’s reaction.
At first there was no reaction at all; the man’s face was completely blank as he studied the pictures. Then he looked up and gave a broad smile. “Bryan, these are beautiful,” he said with something almost like awe in his voice. He took the boy in his arms and hugged him.
“You’re not mad or anything?”
“No, of course I’m not mad. I’m so proud of you.”
Bryan felt a wave of relief flood over him. It wasn’t just that his father wasn’t angry with him; if he were honest with himself, he hadn’t really expected the man to be angry, since that had really just been an excuse he had created for himself to justify keeping the pictures secret. The relief was more due to the fact that his father had seen these pictures and Bryan had not died of embarrassment; the pictures were out in the open and the world went on as normal. “You really like them?” the boy asked, grinning.
“I really like them.”
“Damian wants me to do some nudes.” Bryan blurted it out without thinking. If he’d thought about it, he might not have had the courage to say it.
“I know. We talked about it when he called to see you on Wednesday and you weren’t here.”
“You did? You didn’t tell me that.”
“I thought it was better to let Damian handle it. He promised me that you wouldn’t be forced into anything, so I left it in his hands.”
“He says I don’t have to do it, but he wants me to give it a try. That’s why me and Jon are going in this afternoon. It sounds like Jon is going to do it and I can if I want. But it’s only to try it out. The pictures won’t be going on the website or anything.”
“That sounds reasonable,” the man said. “It can’t hurt to give it a try. You’ve certainly nothing at all to be ashamed of.” He looked again at the prints in his hand. “Are you going to keep these secret or are you going to let your mother see them?”
“I can’t show them to Mum,” Bryan gasped, appalled at the idea.
“She already knows the situation and that there’s a chance that you be might be posing nude,” the man explained. “We talked it over after Damian told me of his plans.”
“And she doesn’t mind?”
“Your mum’s a lot more open minded than you give her credit for. She’s also pretty tactful; she won’t bring up the subject with you as she doesn’t want to embarrass you. We agreed that I’d be the one to handle it. It would be nice to let her see these though. I can show them to her when you’re not around, if you like.”
Bryan thought about it. He was sure that he would never be able to face showing them to her himself. “Alright. As long as I don’t have to be there, and she doesn’t tease me about it or anything.”
“Don’t worry, she won’t. It’s perhaps best that we don’t mention them to Robert though; not just at the moment.”
Bryan met Jon in the entrance to the office building and the two of them took the elevator up to the Boys On View suite. Bryan had found that he felt better after having shown his dad the prints. It seemed to make such a big difference knowing that his parents were solidly behind him. Though now that he was actually on his way up to the studio, he felt the lead weight return to his stomach.
“Are you nervous?” Bryan asked his friend, as the lift came to a stop and the doors opened.
“A bit,” Jon shrugged. “It will be fun though, and Damian’s promised that the pictures will never be used for anything. You’re going to do it as well, aren’t you? Damian gave me a call last night to tell me you’d be here. He said you were coming to watch and might give it a go yourself, but that you hadn’t decided.”
“Yeah, I think I’m gonna do it,” Bryan replied.
“Great,” Jon grinned. “It will be much easier if we both do it.”
Carol was sitting at her desk and she greeted the young teens with a smile and told them to go straight up.
“She’s really hot,” said Bryan, as soon as they were out of earshot.
“I guess,” said Jon. “She’s too old for us though.”
“Yeah, I know that. But she’s still hot.”
“You’d better stop thinking about her then,” Jon laughed.
“Why?”
Jon nodded his head in the direction of Bryan’s groin. “You want to be photographed with a boner?”
“No way,” said Bryan, adamantly. No one had ever even seen him hard, and he certainly wasn’t going to be photographed in that condition. He realised that this was one more thing to worry about; what if he got hard while Damian was taking the photographs?
Damian was waiting for them when they arrived. He was straightening a dark blue, velvet curtain that had been hung against one of the walls. In front of the curtain stood a tall stool.
“Hi guys,” said the photographer. “Be with you in a minute; I just need to get this sorted.”
“No problem,” said Bryan. He wandered over to the leather sofa. Jon followed him, and the two of them sat down.
“At least we won’t have to spend ages getting dressed up today,” Jon smiled.
“I guess not,” Bryan replied, thinking that all the painstaking arranging of clothing that they usually had to endure suddenly didn’t seem quite such a pain after all.
After a few moments, Damian approached the boys and sat down on the edge of the sofa next to Jon. “I think we’re ready,” he said. “What I want to do today is to give you a taste of what it’s like to take everything off in front of the camera. We’re just going to generally play around and hopefully have some fun; none of the shots I take today will ever be used for anything. The chances are that once we get started, you’ll find that you enjoy it; most boys seem to. If you decide you don’t like it, at least you’ve given it a try.”
“What will happen to the pictures that you take?” Bryan asked.
“When we’re done I’ll burn them onto CDs and you can take them with you. It’s up to you what you do with them. I’ll delete the originals. Afterwards, we can take a look at the website so that you can see some of the things that the other boys have done.”
“We look at the website all the time at home,” said Bryan.
“I’m talking about a different site,” said Damian. “This is one where the boys take everything off. It will give you an idea of some of the things you can do if you decide to go down that road. I’ve also got something else to show you,” he added, with a grin.
“What’s that?” asked Jon.
“You’ll have to wait and see,” said Damian, mysteriously. “It’s not something you need to get excited about, but I hope you’ll find it interesting. Anyway, we’d better get started. We aren’t going to get any photographs taken while we’re sat here talking.” He got up and went to the desk to get his camera.
Jon looked at Bryan. “Here we go,” he grinned.
“Yeah, here we go,” Bryan repeated, unenthusiastically.
“Jon, you want to go first?” Damian asked.
“Sure.” The dark haired boy stepped forwards, moving to stand in front of the blue curtain.
“Just slowly undress for me,” said Damian. “You can do anything you like, but try to look as though you’re enjoying it. Strip down to your underwear, but don’t take it off.” The man reached for his computer mouse and clicked a button, and music started to come from the computer’s speakers.
The music was fairly non-descript, but it had a steady beat, and Jon began to sway slightly with the rhythm. He had a shy grin on his face as he took hold of the hem of his shirt and slowly drew it up his body and over his head, before casting it aside. He gave a giggle. “I feel silly.”
“You don’t look silly. In fact you look great,” Damian said. “All those dance lessons have come in useful after all.”
“We didn’t do stripping,” Jon giggled. He bent and unfastened the lace of one of his trainers and then almost fell over while trying to take it off.
“You’d better sit on the stool to take off your shoes and socks,” Damian advised. “I don’t want you falling over and breaking any bones.”
Jon sat down and pulled off his trainers and socks and tossed them in the general direction of his shirt, then stood up again, his hands going to his belt. He smiled almost shyly, looking directly at the camera, then opened the zip and pushed his trousers down, his hips swaying in time to the music. He stepped out of the trousers and kicked them away from him and then stopped, awaiting further instructions.
Bryan, who was standing to one side of Damian, had watched his friend with growing unease. As if the stripping wasn’t enough to worry about, it now looked as though he was going to have to attempt to dance as well, and he couldn’t dance to save his life. He really wished that he had Jon’s ability to move with the music. As well as that, Bryan also envied Jon’s apparent lack of inhibitions; the boy stood there wearing nothing but a pair of dark-red under-shorts, as if he didn’t have a care in the world. Bryan was still fully dressed and he felt far more nervous than Jon looked whilst almost naked.
“Ready for the next bit?” asked Damian.
“Yeah, go ahead,” Jon replied, with another giggle.
“OK, I want you turn away from me, push your shorts down at the back and bend forwards and show me your bum. That’s it. Perfect. Now leave the shorts down at the back, but keep them covering your front, and turn back to face me. Now I want you to slowly push down your shorts, but keep yourself covered with one of your hands.”
Slowly, his eyes fixed on the camera, and a shy smile on his face, Jon eased his shorts down. Once passed his mid thighs, they slid to the floor, leaving him standing naked, one hand covering his groin.
“That’s nice,” said Damian. “OK, let’s go for it. Take your hand away. Put both hands on your hips. Good boy.”
Jon glanced away from the camera, making brief eye contact with Bryan. Bryan tried to return the boy’s smile, knowing that in a few minutes it would he him standing there naked and being photographed.
“Hop up onto the stool,” said Damian. “That’s it. Just open your legs a little more. Perfect. You look great.”
The smile never left Jon’s face as the photographer put him through a variety of poses; sitting on the stool, standing behind it, leaning over it, then dispensing with the stool and standing in front of the blue curtain. It was clear that the boy was enjoying himself. He gave the occasional embarrassed giggle, but on the whole he appeared completely at ease.
“How about a close-up to finish off with?” Damian suggested.
“Yeah, OK.”
Jon stood watching as Damian moved closer and then looked surprised as the photographer dropped to his knees.
“I didn’t know you meant a close-up of that,” the boy laughed, his hand going to cover his dick as he stepped back.
“Alright. I won’t if you don’t want me to,” said Damian, now laughing himself.
Jon appeared to think about it and then moved his hand away. “Go on then; you may as well.” He put his hands behind his back to give Damian a clear shot of his groin.
“I got it,” said Damian. He got back to his feet. “You did really well, Jon.”
“It was fun,” said Jon. “You’ve got to give it a go Bryan.”
Bryan frowned. He wasn’t sure. On his way here today he’d made up his mind that he was going to do it, but now that the moment had arrived, his resolve was slipping.
“Go on Bryan. I almost didn’t go through with it, but once I got started it was easy.” Jon had come over to stand directly in front of Bryan and seemed to have forgotten that he was still naked.
“It’s up to you, Bryan,” said Damian. “No one is going to make you if you don’t want to.”
“I can’t dance,” said Bryan lamely.
Damian gave a laugh. “You don’t need to be able to dance. I only put the music on because I thought it might make things easier. It did seem to for Jon, but I can just as easily turn it off again if you don’t want it on. The dancing doesn’t matter. Just stand there and take your clothes off if you like; do it any way you want to.”
Bryan sighed. He told himself he was being silly. Both Damian and Jon had already seen him naked, and he’d already been photographed almost naked just yesterday. In fact, some of those pictures in the Lycra shorts were probably far more revealing than full nudes would have been. “OK, I’ll do it,” he said.
“Magic!” Jon exclaimed, grinning broadly.
“Let me put another memory card in the camera and I’ll be ready,” said Damian. “Do you want to get dressed, Jon, or are you going to stay like that?”
To Bryan’s surprise, Jon actually appeared to think this over.
“You want me to get dressed, Bryan?”
“Why ask me?”
“I thought it might make you feel better if I was undressed as well.”
Bryan shrugged. “Maybe you should at least put your shorts on,” he said.
“Good idea,” Jon agreed, with a short laugh. He went and retrieved his shorts and pulled them on.
Damian had finished fiddling with his camera and stood looking at Bryan. “I think we’re going to have to approach this from a different angle,” he said.
“What do you mean,” Bryan asked, nervously.
“Well you obviously don’t feel very comfortable with the idea at the moment; you’re much too tensed up. If you just stand around with nothing on while I take pictures of you, you’re going to hate it. And if you hate it, you aren’t going to want to do it again. What we need is a way to get you to relax so that you can see that it can be fun. I’ve got an idea. Get your clothes off.”
“What, just like that?”
Damian nodded. “Take everything off. Trust me, I’m going to get you to enjoy this if it’s the last thing I do.” He turned to Jon. “You need to take your shorts off again as well.”
“But I only just put them back on,” Jon protested. “Are you going to take some more pictures of me as well?”
“We’ll see,” said Damian.
Bryan pulled off his clothes, dropping them in a heap at his feet. Soon he was down to just his grey under-shorts. He took a moment to steel himself and then pushed them down and stepped out of them, standing tensely with his hands clasped together in front of himself.
“Alright, both of you lay on your stomachs on the floor, facing each other,” Damian instructed. “I want you to arm wrestle each other.”
“You want us to arm wrestle?” Jon looked dubiously from Bryan to Damian. “He’s much stronger than me; he’ll beat me easily.”
“It doesn’t matter who wins,” said Damian. “Just have a go.”
The two boys lowered themselves to the floor, Bryan conscious of the cold, hard wood beneath his naked body. He wasn’t exactly comfortable in this position. He lay facing his friend, their faces just inches apart, and planted his right elbow firmly, his forearm extended. As Jon did the same, the two of them clasped hands.
“On the count of three,” said Damian. “One, two, three.”
Both boys immediately began straining, each attempting to push the other’s arm backwards to the floor.
If, after Jon’s earlier protest, Bryan had expected an easy victory, he was to be disappointed. The sandy-haired teen at first went at it rather half-heartedly, dimly aware of the click of the camera in the background as Damian captured images of their battle. However, when it started to look like Jon might actually get the upper hand, Bryan forgot about Damian and turned all his attention to the contest.
It took almost a full minute before Bryan managed to get Jon’s hand to the floor. It had been a tough battle and the boy gave a shout of victory, pumping his arm into the air.
“You were lucky,” laughed Jon. “Go for the best of three.”
“OK. But I’m going to beat you again.”
They locked hands again and Damian once more counted them in, and for the second time, battle commenced. This time they were both tired and the contest wavered from side to side as Damian shouted encouragement. Eventually, Bryan once more came out on top, and Jon was beaten for the second time.
“Yes!” shouted Bryan, pushing himself up onto his knees and punching the air with both arms.
Jon also got to his knees, grinning in defeat as he massaged his wrist. “I told you you’d win.”
“How about something else?” Damian suggested. “A race; ten lengths of the studio. It’ll give Jon a chance to get his revenge.”
“Yeah, alright,” Bryan agreed, and Jon nodded.
Both boys moved over to the wall, standing one either side of the door. They put one hand on the wall and leaned forwards, ready to sprint.
“On the count of three you have to do ten complete lengths of the room, making sure you touch the wall at the end of each lap. Ready? One, two, three.”
Bryan was a natural competitor; whatever he did, he always tried his best to win, and this was no exception. As soon as Damian said “three”, the boy was off, sprinting towards the far wall. It was a fair sized room, just big enough to get up to a reasonable speed. However, he soon found out that running naked had certain disadvantages; half of the studio, the half nearest the door, was carpeted, but the other half had a polished wood floor, and bare feet didn’t give a particularly good grip on polished wood. And something else that he quickly became aware of was the way that his dick flapped from side to side as he ran, in an almost comical way. Though he didn’t have time to dwell on this, as Jon completed the first length a tiny fraction of second before his own fingers touched the wall. Bryan forced himself to greater efforts, but whilst he was stronger than the other boy, Jon was more built for speed, and the slimmer boy managed to inch further ahead with each lap.
It was quite a close thing, but Jon was clearly ahead as both boys completed the final lap and crashed into the wall to stand there panting heavily. Bryan looked up to see Damian taking photographs of him, and with a breathless giggle he waved the man away.
Damian, however, ignored the half hearted protest, pointing the camera directly at Bryan’s face and taking a close-up of the exhausted boy, then aiming the camera lower down and taking another close-up, this time of Bryan’s groin area.
“Damian!” Bryan laughed. “Stop it!” He put his hand in front of his dick, though it was more of an automatic reaction than from any real desire to cover himself.
“You two are so unfit,” laughed Damian.
“What do you mean, unfit?” Bryan protested. “I’d like to see you run ten lengths without getting breathless. And I bet we could both beat you.”
“Maybe we should put it to the test sometime,” Damian replied, grinning.
“Yeah, but you’ve got to do it naked, same as us,” Jon added, mischievously.
Damian laughed and slapped Jon’s shoulder, playfully. “We’ll see. But not today. You go get some clothes on. I’ll get a few more shots of Bryan and then we’re done.”
“What do you want me to do,” Bryan asked. No longer having anything to concentrate on, some of his former nervousness had returned, though he did now realise that being photographed naked was not the huge ordeal that he had built it up to be.
“Let’s do some bodybuilder type shots,” said Damian. “You’ve got some decent muscles there, so you might as well show them off. Go over and stand in front of the background.”
Damian put Bryan through a series of flexing poses, which involved a good deal of laughing and joking. At one point, Damian did ask the boy to “try to look serious”, but this request immediately reduced Bryan to a fit of giggling, and having Jon standing to one side grinning like an idiot and making funny remarks certainly didn’t help the situation. By this stage, the fact that he was naked hardly bothered Bryan at all; he certainly felt more comfortable than he had in that damned Lycra. He even allowed Damian to take a few more “naughty” shots; mainly close-ups of his dick and balls. Strangely, now that he was relaxed, he found that it was the naughty shots that were the most fun, probably because that’s exactly what they were; naughty. He was almost disappointed when Damian said they were done and sent him over to get dressed.
After pulling on his clothes, Bryan went over to join Damian and Jon at the desk.
“I’m burning the whole lot onto CD, exactly as they are, no editing or sorting or anything,” Damian explained. “So there will probably be a fair amount of rubbish mixed in with the decent pictures. I’ll give you a copy of the CD each, which means that you’ll both have each other’s pictures as well as your own. I hope that’s OK.”
Bryan looked at Jon. “You won’t go showing them to anyone, will you?”
Jon shook his head, unhappily. “I won’t even be able to look at them,” he said. “The computer’s in Rachel’s room and she won’t let us use it unless she’s there. And I’m not going to let her see them.”
“You can always come round to my house to look at them,” Bryan offered. The computer’s in the lounge, but we could find a time when no one is around.”
“Really? Thanks Bryan, that would be great,” a wide smile lit up Jon’s face.
“So everyone is happy then,” said Damian. “I would also like to keep a copy of the CD myself if that’s alright with both of you.”
“Sure,” said Jon, with a shrug.
“I guess that would be OK,” said Bryan. It could hardly hurt to let Damian have a copy, since he was the one who had taken the pictures anyway.
Damian started the process of creating a CD, and then opened up a web-browser. “I told you that I’d show you the website,” he said. “This is a different site from the one you’ve seen up to now, though it works in pretty much the same way. People subscribe to it to view the pictures and it’s updated twice a week, on Tuesdays and Fridays. Even the picture sets are similar, using the same sorts of outfits and costumes. The only real difference with these is that the boys always get completely naked. It’s a large site, with over a hundred picture sets and dozens of videos, so we’ll only have time to look at one or two of them. If you decide to take the plunge and appear on the site yourselves, you’ll be given an account to give you full access to it at home, just the same as happened with front site.”
The man navigated through a couple of web pages and came to page full of thumbnail sized pictures, each showing a different boy, with his first name underneath the small image. “Who would you like to see first?”
“That one,” said Jon, pointing to one of the pictures, a slim, brown haired boy of a similar age to themselves. The label underneath the image told them that the boy’s name was Ian.
Damian clicked on the image and the page changed. The new page showed three thumbnail sized pictures of the boy in different outfits. “Ian’s got two picture sets and a video on the site,” said Damian. He opened up one of the picture sets and began to cycle through the images. Ian started off wearing a casual white shirt and grey trousers, but as the pictures progressed, his shirt came open and then disappeared altogether. His trousers soon followed, leaving him wearing only a pair of very tight, black briefs. A few pictures later and the briefs too were gone. There was then a large number of poses showing the boy fully naked, including some close-ups of various parts of his body. Jon giggled as an extreme close-up of Ian’s soft penis filled the screen.
Bryan realised he had been examining the picture intently, having never seen a boy’s dick in such detail before, and he felt his face begin to warm up.
“I’m using the internal version of the website,” Damian explained. “So the pictures and videos don’t take any time to download; they’re already here. Normally you would need to download the videos before you can watch them.
“Can we see a video?” asked Jon.
“No problem.” The photographer made a couple more clicks and a moment later they were watching Ian pulling off his clothes. The boy stripped off completely, wrapped a towel around his waist and the camera followed him into a bathroom. There, he removed the towel and stepped into the shower. The video showed him soaping himself literally everywhere, even pulling back his foreskin to wash beneath, the camera zooming in for a close-up at that point.
“Gross,” muttered Bryan, wincing. This was a little too intimate for comfort.
Damian laughed. “These videos are incredibly popular. They’re mostly of boys doing ordinary things such as showering or swimming naked or wrestling naked, that sort of thing. People never seem to get tired of them.” He closed the video and moved back to the main menu page. “Do you want to pick one, Bryan?”
Bryan scanned the rows of thumbnails, his eyes settling on an image of a boy he recognised. “That one.”
“Ah, Danny,” said Damian. “Good choice. Danny is one of our most popular models and certainly our top earner.” He moved onto Danny’s page. “He’s got four picture sets and two videos on here. Let’s have a look at his dancing video.”
The video started with Danny wearing a white T-shirt and blue denim jeans. Some slow music started to play and the teen began to dance, moving sinuously in time to the beat. Bryan and Jon watched, mesmerised as Danny very slowly and erotically removed every stitch of clothing and continued to dance, naked, his fingertips gliding up and down his perfectly smooth body. Then suddenly the music change and became much more upbeat. Danny changed the style of his dance, shaking his body and thrusting his hips and causing his large, uncut cock to flap madly from side to side. The boy’s hands still continued to stroke up and down his torso, his palms flat against his smooth, muscular chest and then sliding down to his shaved groin to outline his flapping dick. Eventually the music slowed to a stop, and Danny collected a trickle of sweat from his chest with tip of one finger, and staring directly into the camera, he put his fingertip between his lips and sucked on it. Then he grinned and kissed his fingertips and blew the kiss towards the camera.
As the video came to an end, Bryan realised that his own cock was bent almost painfully in his pants, straining to stand upright. This had been the sexiest thing that he had ever seen in his life, and the fact that he had been so turned on by watching a boy dance caused him to feel deeply uncomfortable.
“Now you see why Danny is so popular,” Damian smiled.
“Can we see some of the other boys?” Jon asked, in a strangely subdued tone.
For the next few minutes, Damian clicked through a selection of boys, moving almost at random through the images, giving the two thirteen-year-olds an idea of the sorts of things available on the site.
“Why have hardly any of them got any pubes?” Bryan asked, noticing that most of the boys, especially the older ones, were like Danny, completely smooth.
“They’re shaved,” Damian explained. “It’s not absolutely essential for this site, but if you are going to go further and do some of the other work that the agency offers, then the pubes have to go.”
“Why’s that?” asked Jon.
“The agency prefers its boys to be smooth,” said Damian. “It makes the boys look younger and generally tidier. We found that smooth boys tended to get more work than hairy ones.”
“So does that mean that we’ll have to be shaved?” Jon asked, weakly.
“Ideally, yes. You anyway. Bryan could get away with it, for a while at least. But it’s not something you should worry about. All you need to think about at the moment whether you want to go ahead and do a proper nude shoot?”
“This ‘other work’ that you mentioned, is that the shows?” Bryan asked, thoughtfully, remembering what Danny had said to him in the shower.
“You’re not going to get me onto the subject of shows or anything like that,” grinned Damian. “We’ve covered enough new ground for today. All I’ll tell you is that there are all sorts of directions in which you can go. All of them are completely optional; they are there if you want them, but you don’t have to do any of them. I’ll tell you more about those options when you are ready. The only new option that is available to you at the moment is simple nude work. If you decide to go ahead with that, we can then begin to think about the things that might follow on from it.”
Bryan’s curiosity was hardly satisfied, but it seemed that he wasn’t going to find out anything more today.
“Before you go, there’s one last thing I want to show you,” said Damian. He made a few clicks and brought an image up onto his computer screen. It was of an extremely cute boy who looked to be in his early teens. He was completely naked and stood smiling at the camera.
Bryan looked at the picture and it occurred to him that there was something familiar about the boy’s features. “That’s you,” he gasped, looking at Damian.
The man nodded. “Yes. This is me back when I was thirteen, the same age as you. I wanted you to see it so that you’ll know that I understand what it’s like on your side of the camera as well as on mine. I’ve been posing naked since I was around five years old.”
“Wow, you were really sweet,” smiled Jon.
“What do you mean ‘were’? I still am,” said Damian, with mock indignation.
“Yeah, but now you’re old,” Jon grinned.
Damian pulled an evil face. “You know, I think shaving would be too easy for you. A good waxing would be better.”
“What’s waxing?”
“It’s quicker than shaving and would make your eyes water; more than that, you really don’t want to know,” Damian laughed. He changed the image on screen. This one showed him laid back on a bed, propped up on his elbows, his legs open. “Just one more for now.” The final picture was a close-up of his penis and balls. His foreskin was gripped between thumb and forefinger and stretched upwards. He gave the boys a chance to have a good look and then cleared the screen. “I think that’s enough for today. I’ve loads more that you can see, if you like; in fact I’ve thousands of them that have been taken over the years.”
“I’d like to see some more,” said Jon.
“I’ll show you some more next time,” said Damian. He handed the boys their CDs. “Take good care of these.”
“I sure will,” said Bryan. Though even as he accepted the plastic case, it occurred to him that he now had a new dilemma; when he got home, his dad was sure to ask him how he had got on. Was he going to let his father see the pictures?
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