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ST: The Agency 06 (t/t,exhib,no sex) 
 
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The usual disclaimers apply: don't read if you are prohibited by 
location, are under legal age, or if you are likely to be offended 
by explicit descriptions of gay sex. The story is pure fiction and 
is not based on any actual events. 
 
 
The Agency: Chapter 6 - Posing Naked
by 
Gymnopedies



"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?


*****

The story continues in Chapter 7: Jon Gets Shaved, coming soon. 
 
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