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ST: The Agency 07 (M/t,exhib,shave) 
 
Copyright of this story is retained by the author and it should not 
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express permission of the author. The author can be contacted 
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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 7 - Jon Gets Shaved
by 
Gymnopedies

Bryan said goodbye to Jon and promised to call him later to 
arrange a time for the boy to come over and look at the pictures 
on the CD. It really did suck that Jon couldn't use the computer 
without having his sister there watching. Jon's sister, Rachel, 
sounded even worse than Robert, and that was really saying 
something.

As Bryan climbed into the car, he deliberately avoided looking 
at his mother. Instead he sat facing forwards, rigidly staring 
straight ahead out of the front window. He wondered if his dad 
had shown her the three prints from his session yesterday and if 
so, he hoped and prayed that she wouldn't say anything about 
them.

"Did everything go alright?" the woman asked, casually, as she 
pulled out into the traffic.

"Fine," Bryan replied, still not looking at her. It seemed likely 
that she knew what they'd been doing today, since apparently 
she and his dad had already discussed him posing naked. Bryan 
cringed inwardly at the thought of his parents talking about him 
in that way.

"That's good."

An uncomfortable silence descended. Had she seen the pictures? 
Bryan really needed to know.

The boy's mother turned on the CD player and started humming 
along to the music, her fingertips tapping out the beat on the 
steering wheel. Bryan gritted his teeth in irritation. She was 
doing this on purpose; she was deliberately not mentioning the 
pictures to try to embarrass him. Well it wouldn't work. He 
turned his attention to the side window.

"Just one more week of school left," the woman said, out of the 
blue, after several long minutes of silence.

"What?" Bryan looked at his mother.

"I said you've only got one more week of school left," said the 
woman, glancing at her son.

"Yeah, I know."

"Your dad and I were thinking that we might all go visit your 
Aunt Alice for a couple of days once school is finished."

Bryan wasn't interested in visiting Aunt Alice; he didn't even 
like her. Normally he would have protested against even the 
thought of such a visit, but he had other things on his mind. He 
had to know. "Dad showed you the pictures, didn't he?"

"You mean those pictures from your modelling session 
yesterday?"

Of course he meant those pictures. What other pictures could he 
possibly be talking about? "Yeah."

"Yes, he showed them to me this afternoon."

"What.... What did you think of them?" The boy risked a quick 
glance at his mother's face, then quickly looked away.

The woman didn't answer immediately. They had arrived home, 
and she concentrated on pulling the car into the driveway. She 
turned off the engine and then looked at Bryan. "I thought they 
were really good," she said. "I admit it's not quite what I 
expected when I suggested you try modelling, but those pictures 
were excellent; you look like a professional model."

Bryan was blushing with a combination of embarrassment that 
his mother had seen the pictures and pride at her words. 

"I didn't mention them earlier because I didn't want to 
embarrass you," the woman continued. "I know you're a bit shy 
when it comes to anything like that; though there's really no 
reason why you should be."

"I'm not shy," Bryan protested, his face red.

His mother looked at him and raised an eyebrow, and then she 
grinned mischievously. "In that case you won't mind when you 
see that your dad has put the one where you're showing your 
bottom into a frame and hung it on the lounge wall."

"He's done what?" A feeling almost like terror gripped Bryan's 
stomach.

The woman laughed. "Don't worry, he hasn't done that, though 
I'm sure he would like to. When he showed me the pictures he 
was so proud of you that I thought he was going to burst. Come 
here." She put an arm around the boy and pulling him to her, she 
kissed him on the cheek. "I'm just as proud of you as you dad is. 
My cute little boy is growing up into a handsome young man."

"Mum!" Bryan protested, wiping his cheek with the back of his 
hand. Then he laughed and followed her out of the car and into 
the house.




Jack had been playing soccer with the guys. They usually had a 
kick about on a Sunday afternoon. Some of his friends belonged 
to local teams, but Jack wasn't that interested. He enjoyed 
playing, but he didn't want the commitment of having to turn 
out on a regular basis.

As the fifteen-year-old entered the house, he pulled his shirt 
over his head and used it wipe the sweat from his bare chest. 
From the open lounge door he heard the sound of the TV 
blasting out an old war film and, glancing inside, he saw his dad 
laid back in a chair, his head back, his eyes closed and his 
mouth open, completely dead to the world. Jack smiled to 
himself and shook his head, amazed that anyone could sleep 
through that racket.

His mother was doing something in the kitchen and she looked 
up as he entered.

"Have a good game?"

"Yeah, pretty good. We won."

"Good for you," she smiled. "Don't go leaving that stinky shirt 
laying around; put it in the laundry basket."

Jack grinned and picked up the shirt from where he had dropped 
it on one of the worktops. He took it through to the utility room 
and put in the basket with the other dirty laundry. "I'm going to 
get a shower," he told his mother, casually reaching back and 
scratching his back.

"Alright, but put a towel around yourself when you go to the 
bathroom; no walking around the house with nothing on," the 
woman warned, sternly. "Rachel's got a friend up in her room."

"If it's Sarah it'd take more than me walking around in the bare 
to shock her. She's been with almost every guy in the school."

"Jack!" The boy's mother exclaimed. "I don't want you talking 
like that."

Jack shrugged. "It's true. At least half the guys I've just been 
playing soccer with have been with her."

The woman gave the boy a speculative look.

Jack laughed. "Don't look at me like that. I wouldn't go near 
her; I'm a good boy."

"Of course you are," she replied, with more than a hint of 
sarcasm. "Go get your shower."

Grinning, Jack went up the stairs. He'd been telling the truth; he 
hadn't done anything with Sarah. Though she had made it clear 
to him that she was "available". His looks may have made him 
the butt of jokes from the boys, but they also ensured that he 
received more than his share of attention from the girls, and this 
meant that Jack could afford to be choosy. He'd experimented 
with a couple of girls and even gone all the way with one of 
them, but he certainly had no intentions of messing around with 
someone as "well used" as Sarah. He wondered what his mother 
would say if he told her that his sister, Rachel, had a reputation 
only slightly less tarnished than that of her best friend.

There was loud music coming from his sister's room, and the 
door stood open. Jack paused at the doorway and looked in. 
Rachel and Sarah were sitting in front of the computer giggling 
over something. Rachel must have heard him approach, even 
over the noise of the music, since she looked around and 
scowled as she saw him standing there.

"Any chance of turning off this crap?" Jack asked, referring to 
the music, which he didn't like at all.

"Any chance of you sticking your head up your arse?" his sister 
responded coldly.

Jack saw Sarah studying him intently; her eyes roamed hungrily 
over his bare, sweaty torso and down to his shorts as if 
imagining what he would look like without them. The boy was 
halfway tempted to push them down and show her, and then tell 
her to keep dreaming because that was as close as she would 
ever get.

Rachel crooked her little finger. "Don't waste your time," she 
told her friend. "You'd be disappointed."

Sarah giggled and glanced at the computer screen, then back to 
Jack's shorts, as if comparing the two. "Probably," she agreed.

Curious about they were looking at, Jack stepped into the room 
so that he could see the screen.

"I didn't tell you that you could come into my room," Rachel 
flared.

Jack ignored her, his eyes on the image on the screen. "How did 
you get the password?" he demanded, suddenly furious. The 
girls had been laughing at one of the pictures of Jon that had 
appeared on the website the previous day. The boy was wearing 
nothing but the Lycra shorts, and his dick and balls were clearly 
outlined. Rachel had been there when they had first viewed the 
pictures yesterday, and she had laughed and poked fun at Jon. 
But now she was showing the images to her friends; this was 
reaching new depths, even for her.

"Who needs a silly password?" Rachel taunted. "There's a little 
thing called a browser cache that stores everything you've 
looked at; but of course you wouldn't know about things like 
that because you haven't got a computer."

Jack tried to hold onto his temper. "You're an evil bitch," he 
spat.

"An evil bitch with a computer," she smiled, coldly. "Now get 
out of my room."

Fuming, Jack turned his back on the girls and went next door to 
the room he shared with Jon and their younger brother, Toby. 
He groaned to himself as he saw Jon sitting on his bed looking 
thoroughly miserable. Without even thinking about it, the teen 
went over and sat down next to his brother.

"Take no notice of them; they're not worth getting worked up 
about."

"Who?" Jon asked, looking puzzled.

"Rachel and Slutty Sarah."

"Why, what have they done?"

Jack had automatically assumed that Jon's depressed state was 
down to Rachel's teasing, but it now looked like he'd guessed 
wrong and that the younger boy had something else on his mind. 
"Oh, they're just being their usual selves," he said. If Jon didn't 
know what the girls were up to, there was little point in making 
him feel worse by telling him. "What are you looking so down 
about? Didn't it go well today?"

"The modelling went really well," Jon said, with a brief smile. 
"It was fun. I did a strip to music, and then Damian took some 
photographs of me with nothing on."

"So what's happened to make you look so miserable?"

"Mum won't let me use the money I've already earned to buy a 
computer. I asked her in the car on the way home from the 
studio. With the two shoots I've already done, and the 
commission from the prints, I'd have almost enough. If I get 
some more commission from the set that went on the site 
yesterday, and then I do a proper naked shoot, I'd have enough 
easy. But she says that I've got to save most of it because I don't 
know how long the modelling will go on for and that if I spend 
everything I have and then the modelling stops, I'd have nothing 
left. At this rate it's going to take forever before I can buy a 
computer."

"It won't take that long," said Jack. "At the rate you're going, 
you'll have enough in a few weeks, even if she does make you 
save most of it."

"A few weeks is too long," Jon complained. "I want one now. I 
hate it when I can't even look at my own pictures without 
Rachel watching and laughing at me. When I do a naked set, I 
won't be able to look at them at all. I can't even show you 
these." The boy picked up a CD that had been lying on the bed 
beside him.

"What's on that?" Jack asked.

"It's all the pictures that we did today; mine and Bryan's. I 
really want to look at them and I wanted to show them to you. 
But I can't. Bryan's going to let me go round to his house to 
look at them, but you still won't be able to see them."

"That's not such a big deal really," said Jack. "I'll see them 
eventually. It's not like I haven't already seen you without 
anything on. What happens to all these naked pictures anyway?"

"These won't be used for anything," said Jon, indicating the CD. 
"They were just so we could see what it would be like. But 
there's a special website for the naked sets; Damian showed it to 
us. It's really cool, and has videos and everything. If I do a 
proper naked set, I'll get a password to be able to get into the 
site, but it won't be any good because I don't have a computer." 
He hung his head, looking more miserable than ever.

Jack looked thoughtfully at his brother. "You really want this 
computer, don't you?"

"You know I do."

Jack sighed, softly. He hated seeing Jon like this. He wished that 
there was something that he could do to help. He didn't have 
much money of his own; his only income was the few pounds a 
week he got from his parents, and that wasn't exactly going to 
be a big help. "Maybe something will come up," he said, trying 
to sound encouraging.

"Yeah, and maybe it won't."





Bryan's dad wasn't anywhere near as restrained as the boy's 
mother had been when it came to asking about the events of the 
afternoon. With gentle coaxing and probing, he managed to get 
the boy to tell him everything that had happened at the studio. 
Well, almost everything; Bryan carefully avoided any mention 
of the CD full of pictures, which was now safely hidden up in 
his bedroom. The man seemed genuinely pleased that Bryan had 
decided to take the plunge and give the nude posing a try and 
asked if this meant that the young teen would be going ahead 
with a full shoot. Bryan had shaken his head and said that he 
was still thinking about it.

One thing that the man expressed a particular interest in was the 
other website, and he was disappointed that Bryan didn't know 
the address. However, this turned out to be only a very minor 
setback. A quick email to the contact address on the ordinary 
modelling site produced a response within minutes, giving a link 
to the "nude" site. It was then only a matter of moments to type 
in his credit card details and they had full access.

Bryan explained that if he went ahead with the nude shoot, they 
would be given free access to the site, but the man pointed out 
that it was worth a month's subscription in order that Bryan 
could have a proper look and see what he was letting himself in 
for.

The two of them sat side by side, glancing through the various 
photosets. To start with, Bryan felt a little uncomfortable sitting 
next to his dad whilst they looked at naked boys, but the boys in 
the sets all looked so relaxed and natural that Bryan soon found 
his own tension easing.

"Let's have a look at this one," the man said, clicking on one of 
the thumbnails.

"That's Danny," said Bryan. "I met him when I went for my 
first shoot."

"You've met him?"

"Yeah, he seems nice. He told me I should go ahead and do 
nude work because that's where the real money was."

"I see. So you've known about the possibility of nude work 
almost right from the start." The man gave his son a grin.

"Yeah, but I never thought I'd end up doing it," Bryan smiled, 
shyly. "I still might not."

They were disturbed by Bryan's mother coming into the lounge. 
Bryan cringed. On the screen, in clear view, was a picture of 
Danny, completely naked, sitting back in an easy chair, his legs 
wide open and his ample teen package on full display.

"Oh!" The woman looked surprised, and her eyebrows went up 
so high that they almost disappeared beneath her hairline. "What 
on Earth...?"

"We're checking out the site that Bryan's pictures will be 
appearing on if he goes ahead with nude modelling," the man 
explained.

Bryan felt his face flaming. He shot his mother a quick glance to 
see if she was looking at him, but all her attention was on the 
screen. She stepped closer, bending to have a good look and 
colour rose to her cheeks.

"That's Danny," Bryan's dad said, a note of mischief in his 
voice.

"He's... erm... very nice." The woman shook herself and stood 
upright. "I'm... erm... just going next door," she said, sounding 
flustered. "I promised Maureen that I'd go round and look at her 
holiday pictures." As she spoke, her eyes remained glued to the 
image on the screen.

"I bet they aren't half as interesting as these," the boy's father 
grinned.

She playfully swatted the back of his head. "Behave yourself, 
Richard," she said. "I shouldn't be too long. If I'm gone more 
than hour, give me a call and say I'm needed back here for some 
emergency; I hate looking at holiday pictures."

"Will do," the man laughed.

Bryan watched his mother disappear, surprised at the way she'd 
taken all of this in her stride. Both of his parents had always 
seemed so conservative; he was seeing a new side to them. His 
dad had already turned his attention back to the pictures, and 
Bryan quickly reached a decision about something. He 
remembered how relieved he'd felt earlier that morning after 
finally showing his dad the prints; it had been like a great weight 
had been lifted off him. Since his mother was safely out of the 
way and there was no sign of Robert, maybe this was the right 
time to mention the CD.

"Dad?" the boy's heart was thumping.

"Yes?"

"I've something to show you. But I don't want Mum to see it."

"Oh? You mean something from this afternoon?"

The boy nodded. "I'll go get it."

Not allowing himself to even think about what he was doing, 
Bryan hurried up to his room to fetch the CD. His hands were 
trembling as he returned and handed it to his father.

"You sure you're ready for me to see this?" the man asked. 
"You don't have to show it to me."

"I know. But if I go ahead and appear on the site, you're going 
to see me anyway."

Bryan's mouth was dry as he watched his dad insert the CD into 
the computer and click through to the directory containing the 
pictures.

"There looks to be a lot of pictures here," said the man.

"Yeah. It's everything from this afternoon; the one's Damian 
took of Jon as well as the ones he took of me." It was then that 
Bryan realised that he was showing his dad Jon's nude pictures 
as well as his own. He felt a moment of guilt. Too late now. 
"Damian says they haven't been edited or anything so there 
might be some that aren't very good."

The first pictures were all of Jon. They showed the boy in 
strange poses, a result of the fact that he was dancing to the 
music that had been playing at the time. Gradually, all of Jon's 
clothing came off until he was completely naked. 

"He's a cute-looking boy," Bryan's dad commented, as he 
cycled through the pictures.

"Yeah," Bryan agreed, absently, as he nervously waited for the 
pictures of himself to appear.

The final picture of John was a close-up of the boy's groin, 
showing his dick and balls beneath a dark patch of pubic hair. 
"Interesting," the man commented, lingering over for the image 
for longer than Bryan considered necessary.

"I think I'm next," said Bryan, hinting that his dad should move 
on. The suspense was painful.

The next picture did indeed show Bryan. It was a distance shot 
of both boys, naked, laid on their stomachs on the wooden floor, 
their hands locked together as they arm wrestled.

Bryan's father gave a chuckle. "That is so cute," he said.

"Yeah, sure," said Bryan, sarcastically, not really liking being 
referred to as cute, especially under these circumstances.

There were more arm wrestling shots and then suddenly one 
with Bryan on his knees, stretching upwards, his arms in the air 
and his mouth open in a cheer. Everything he had was on show. 
Bryan vaguely remembered doing that, but hadn't been aware 
that Damian had taken a photograph of it. He shrank back in his 
chair as his father studied the image closely.

After what seemed to Bryan like an eternity, his dad moved 
forwards once more through the pictures. There were quite a 
few of the boys running, their faces strained with effort and their 
dicks flapping up at unnatural angles, then a close-up of Bryan's 
face at the end of the race, his mouth open as he gasped for air. 
The next picture caused Bryan's stomach to knot up with 
embarrassment. It was a slightly blurred close-up showing his 
cock, his tight balls, and his sparse, curly pubes. The boy held 
his breath, waiting to see if his dad would say anything, but the 
man simply smiled and moved on. 

What had embarrassed Bryan more than anything else about the 
picture was that when seen close-up, Jon looked so much more 
advanced than he did. Jon had more pubes for one thing, but as 
well as that, Jon's balls actually looked like balls. Bryan's were 
tight up against his body in a small mound, and he thought it 
made him look like a little boy. His balls usually hung lower 
than that; why did they have to be pulled up so tight when the 
picture was taken?

Next they moved on to the solo shots where Bryan had posed 
and flexed his muscles. These made the man chuckle softly.

"You've got a much better body than I had at your age, Bryan," 
the man said. "I was so skinny that if I stood sideways, you 
wouldn't have been able to see me."

"Really?" Bryan looked at his father, suddenly feeling a little 
better.

"Yes, really. Robert was more like me; he's filled out now, but 
he was really thin a few years ago. You look terrific. I can see 
why your pictures have been so popular."

The final few pictures were more close-ups. Some of Bryan's 
face, some of his chest and then a couple of his groin. Unlike the 
earlier pictures that showed his dick, these were in perfect focus.

Bryan cringed, but his dad didn't comment. Merely moved 
through the last of the pictures, then extracted the CD and gave 
it back to his son.

"Keep it safe."

"I will."

"Thanks for letting me see them. You're growing up fast. The 
last time I saw you with nothing on, you were about ten and 
looked nothing like that."

Bryan blushed. "You won't tell Mum about them, will you?"

"I won't say a word. I promise."

"Oh, would it be alright if Jon comes round to look at them, 
maybe tomorrow after school? He's got a CD of his own, but 
because their computer is in his sister's room, he can't look at 
the pictures without her seeing them."

"That's OK; he can come over anytime. Give him a call and tell 
him it's alright. Before you do though, I'd better rescue your 
mother."

The man went over to the phone and, picking it up, he tapped 
out a number.

"Hello, Maureen? It's Richard. Would you remind Anne that it's 
passed time for her to take her medication? The doctor says she 
has to take the antibiotics regularly or the rash will never clear 
up and the discharge will get worse. Thanks. Bye." He put down 
the phone and winked at Bryan.





Jon's mother dropped him off after school on Monday. Leaving 
the two mothers to chat in the kitchen, Bryan took the boy 
straight through to the lounge.

"We should be alright," Bryan explained. "Mum's promised not 
to come in; she thinks we're looking at pictures on the website. 
Dad won't be home from work for another hour, and Robert said 
he'd be late home because he was going round to his girlfriend's 
house." He dropped his voice to a whisper. "He's been spending 
a lot of time with this girl over the past couple of weeks, but 
won't say anything about her. Mum keeps telling him to bring 
her round to visit, but he won't. I bet it's because she's a real 
minger." He turned on the computer and inserted the CD into 
the drive.

"You haven't told your mum about the CD then?" Jon asked.

Bryan shook his head. "No way. My dad's seen it, but Mum 
doesn't even know about it. Oh, and Dad saw your pictures as 
well. Sorry."

Jon shrugged. "It's OK, I guess. It's not a big deal. Lots of 
people will be seeing me soon anyway, because I've decided to 
go ahead and do a proper nude shoot."

"You have?" Bryan looked at his friend, surprised. He'd given it 
some thought himself, but was a long way from making any sort 
of decision "Doesn't it bother you that people you know might 
see you?"

"Not really," said Jon. "The money is much better if we do 
naked stuff, and we get access to that other website."

"We've already got that," said Bryan. "Dad sorted it out last 
night and subscribed for a month."

"You mean the site where the boys get completely naked; the 
one that Damian showed us yesterday?" A look of complete 
envy appeared on Jon's face.

"Yeah, that's the one. He said it was a good idea to have a look 
at it so that it would help me decide whether I wanted to do it."

"Can we have a look at it today?" Jon almost begged.

"If you like," said Bryan. "Don't you want to see the pictures on 
the CD first though?"

"Yeah, I really want to see those. But if we have time, I'd like to 
see some of the stuff on the site as well."

"We'd better get started then," said Bryan. He opened up the 
first image and began to slowly cycle through them.

Jon looked critically at the pictures. "I look really silly," he said.

"That's only because we can't hear the music," said Bryan. 
"You looked good at the time. I wish I could move as good as 
you."

"You really thought I looked OK?"

Bryan nodded. "I can't dance to save my life, but you're really 
good at it."

"Do you know what I want to do?" Jon grinned, his face 
reddening slightly. "I want to do one of those stripping videos 
like that one we saw of Danny. That was really awesome."

"It was pretty hot," Bryan admitted, remembering how watching 
Danny strip and gyrate to the music had given him a boner. "I 
don't think I could ever do that."

"I bet you could."

"No way," Bryan laughed. "It's bad enough just getting naked, 
without making everything wobble."

They came to the end of Jon's pictures and Bryan suggested that 
they have a look at the website next. However, Jon insisted that 
he first see the pictures of Bryan, pointing out that it was only 
fair. Reluctantly, Bryan agreed, and began moving through the 
pictures of himself, though at a slightly faster rate.

"Slow down a bit," said Jon.

"I don't know what you want to look at pictures of me for," said 
Bryan. Though he did slow down, and if he were completely 
honest with himself, it did give him a strange kind of thrill 
knowing that it was him on screen, showing everything.

"You are going to do a proper shoot, aren't you?" said Jon as 
they reached the end of the pictures. "You'd be so good; your 
pictures are much better than mine."

"You're kidding," said Bryan. "I still can't believe anyone 
wants to see pictures of me with my pants on. Why would 
anyone pay to see my dick?"

"Because it's cute?" Jon suggested. He began to giggle.

"You perv," said Bryan, also starting to giggle.

The giggling continued as Bryan logged onto the website and 
the boys tried to decide which of the models on the screen had 
the cutest dick. It was unanimously decided that the honour fell 
to a boy called Andrew, who didn't look a day older than 
eleven.

"He looks like Toby," Jon laughed, referring to his younger 
brother. "Except Toby's one is a bit bigger than that."

"You should get Toby to start modelling," Bryan suggested.

"I think Mum might try to get him started once I get going 
properly. She's already told him that he should try it, but he says 
that he doesn't want to. Not that that will make much difference; 
I told her I didn't want to do dancing but she made me do it for 
years."

"My mum is the same," said Bryan. "I didn't want to do 
modelling, but she dragged me along."

"You're glad she did now though, aren't you?"

Bryan thought about this and grinned. "Yeah, it's been sort of 
fun. Not what I expected at all. And the money is great, even if 
she does make me save most of it."

"Can we see Danny's video again?" Jon asked.

"Yeah, I suppose so," said Bryan. "It's on the hard disk 
somewhere; Dad downloaded it last night. Hang on a minute." 
He moved through various directories until he found the right 
folder and then started up the video. Music started to come from 
the speakers and an image of Danny filled the screen.

Jon watched as if in a trance, completely absorbed in the older 
boy's erotic dance and strip. He sighed. "He's fantastic."

"You really want to do that?" Bryan asked, his tone uncertain, 
as they watched Danny thrusting his hips forwards to cause his 
dick to bounce. "Maybe you should wait until you grow a bit," 
he added, grinning.

Jon started to giggle again. "Alright, so he's a bit bigger than 
me. But I could still do the moves." He stood up and began 
thrusting his hips, copying the boy on the screen.

"Not bad," laughed Bryan.

"Not bad at all," said a man's voice.

"Dad!" Bryan fumbled to turn off the video, as if he'd been 
caught watching something he shouldn't. Jon stood looking at 
the man, his face aflame.

"Jon, this is my dad," said Bryan, a little nervously. "I was just 
showing Jon the website," he explained to his father.

"That's fine," the man replied, giving a smile. "You may as well 
make full use of the subscription." He stepped closer. "Nice to 
meet you, Jon," he said.

"Erm, you too," Jon replied, shyly, suddenly seeming lost for 
words.

"Dad ordered some of your prints," said Bryan, trying to cover 
for his friend's embarrassment. "He even ordered a signed one, 
so that the commission will help you get your computer 
quicker."

"He did?" Jon gave Bryan a shy smile and then turned to look at 
the man.

"Yes, it was from your latest set," said Richard, with a warm 
smile. "I expect Damian will be getting you to sign it when you 
see him. This computer business must be a bit of a nuisance for 
you. Until you manage to get one of your own, you're welcome 
to come round and use this one anytime you like."

"You don't mind?"

"Of course not. You're more than welcome. Isn't he Bryan."

Bryan nodded. "Sure."

"Could I bring my brother Jack sometime?" Jon asked, 
hopefully. "I really want him to see the pictures on the CD, but I 
can't show them to him at home."

"I don't see why not," Richard replied. "Sort out a day with 
Bryan; maybe one day later this week."

"Thanks Mr. Wallace," said Jon, happily.

"You're welcome. Oh, and call me Richard."



As soon as Jon got home from Bryan's house, he called 
Damian's mobile number and told the photographer that he 
wanted to go ahead with a nude shoot. Even before going to 
Bryan's, he'd pretty much made up his mind that that was what 
he was going to do, but after having another look at the 'nude' 
website and in particular Danny's video, he was now completely 
convinced. Besides the fact that nude posing paid more, and so 
would enable him to get his computer sooner, he also found the 
idea of posing naked quite exciting. And, of course, once he had 
his new computer he would have complete access to the website 
and the pictures and videos of the incredible Danny.

Damian had picked up on Jon's eagerness and had given him the 
choice of coming over to the studio on either the Wednesday 
evening, or the following Saturday. Without even thinking about 
it, Jon had gone for the Wednesday evening.

As the session approached, Jon found himself both nervous and 
excited. The only people he had told were his mother, who 
would have to drive him there, and Bryan. He had sworn his 
mother to secrecy, making her promise not to tell Jack, and 
especially not to tell Rachel, who he knew would only use it as 
an excuse to tease him. He was surprised at just how easily his 
mother had accepted the idea of nude modelling, but then his 
parents had always had a very casual attitude towards nudity, 
and he strongly suspected that Damian had already spoken to 
them about the possibility of their son doing some nude work. 
The thought of his mother seeing him naked didn't especially 
worry Jon, since she'd seen him with nothing on often enough in 
the past, even recently. The only person he really didn't want 
seeing him naked was Rachel; he hated his sister with a passion 
because she always went out of her way to make his life 
miserable. He'd asked his mother not to tell Jack because he 
wanted to tell his brother himself, but not until after he'd done 
it. Jack had always been his main support, the person he'd 
talked things through with, but this time Jon wanted to show his 
brother that he could make decisions on his own.

Damian was waiting in the studio when Jon arrived, and the 
photographer immediately took the boy over to the leather sofa 
and sat down with him.

"You've thought this through and you're really sure that you 
want to go ahead with it?" Damian asked, his expression serious 
and his eyes fixed intently on Jon's face.

"I'm sure," Jon replied.

"It's quite a big step to take," said Damian. "Though most boys 
do find that they enjoy it when they get going."

"I want to do one of those dancing videos," Jon grinned.

Damian's serious expression instantly disappeared and he gave a 
laugh. "Maybe that's a bit ambitious. Let's start with a couple of 
picture sets and see how it goes. Erotic dancing is much harder 
than it looks. Though if you're interested in doing that, I'll 
arrange for one of the other boys to give you a few lessons; I 
think you'd pick it up pretty quickly. There's a huge demand for 
that sort of thing; especially if you are willing to give live 
performances."

Jon felt his jaw drop open. "Live performances? You mean with 
people watching?"

"Yep." Damian nodded. "The agency operates a private 
nightclub. It's called "The Little Dancer". There are shows most 
evenings where boys get up on stage and strip and dance."

"I couldn't do it on a stage in front of a lot of people," Jon 
gasped.

Damian laughed. "It's not compulsory. But the opportunity is 
there if you ever want to give it a try. There are all sorts of other 
directions you can go in, or you can just stick to the basic nude 
modelling. Anyway, if you're certain you want to go ahead 
today, we should get started on your first set.

"Will I need to have my pubes shaved off?" Jon asked, then 
quickly lowered his eyes, embarrassed at bringing up the 
subject.

"It's not necessary for your first shoot. But if you're serious 
about doing nude work, then your pubic hair and any other body 
hair has to go; it's sort of an agency trademark. Certainly it will 
have to come off before you do any dancing work, either on 
video or live shows."

"That's OK. It can come off," Jon said, quickly. This was 
something he'd already given a lot of thought to. He did have 
some minor reservations about it, since his pubic hair was one of 
the signs that he was growing up, and it made him more like 
Jack and less like his younger brother, Toby. However, he'd 
decided that most of the models on the website, including 
Danny, looked really good without any pubes and that was how 
he wanted to look as well. "Do I need to do it myself?" he 
asked, not sure about how to go about shaving. His dad had a 
razor, but he wasn't about to go asking his dad for help shaving 
off his pubic hair.

"You're eager, I'll give you that," grinned Damian. "If you've 
already made up your mind, then I'll take care of it for you; I'm 
not sure that it would be a good idea for you to tackle it on your 
own." He looked thoughtful for a moment. "How about we do 
two sets in this first shoot?" he suggested. "One with your pubes 
and one without? That should go down well on the site."

"You mean you'll shave them off today?" Jon hesitated. He 
hadn't expected it to happen this quickly. On the other hand, if 
he'd already made up his mind, wasn't it better to get on and get 
it done with? "Alright," he agreed.

"OK, let's make a start. I think we'll begin with a 
straightforward casual shoot." The photographer got up from the 
sofa and led the way over to Jon's clothing rail.

The start of the first set went pretty much the same way as all of 
the sets that Jon had done previously. He started out dressed in a 
casual yellow and blue top and grey trousers. After a few shots, 
the top came off and the trousers soon followed, leaving him in 
just his own grey under-shorts. However, after a few poses in 
the shorts, Damian asked him to smile shyly at the camera and 
very slowly push the shorts down and step out of them. Jon was 
unable to hold back a nervous giggle as he got completely naked 
and stood upright. It was exciting, being naked, and it gave him 
a strange kind of thrill knowing that lots of people would be 
looking at these pictures.

Damian had the boy run through a wide variety of poses, taking 
photographs of him both from the front and from the back, lying 
down and standing up. The ones that Jon found especially funny 
were the close-up shots of his penis and balls, where Damian got 
right in close with the camera, and the boy couldn't help 
laughing as Damian got him to bend and examine his pubes, 
pulling on them with his fingers.

"I think we're almost done," said Damian. "Let's do a couple of 
you lying on the floor on your stomach; like the ones we did on 
Sunday where you and Bryan were arm-wrestling.

Obediently, Jon got down onto his stomach, wincing slightly as 
the front of his body made contact with the cold, polished wood. 
At the photographer's direction, he rested his chin in his palms 
and smiled for the camera, bending his knees and holding his 
feet in the air.

"That's great," said Damian, clicking away. "Now stay like that, 
but open your legs a little more; let me get some from the back. 
Hang on a minute though. Lift your hips a second."

Jon lifted his hips and then gasped as he felt Damian's fingers 
around his cock. "What're you doing?" he asked, feeling sudden 
panic.

"Just moving things around so that it shows in the pictures. 
Lower yourself back down."

As Jon lowered his hips, he realised that his dick was now 
pointing downwards, between his legs. He gave an embarrassed 
giggle as he felt Damian pull on his foreskin, stretching his 
penis and then releasing it.

"That's better; I can see it now, sticking out from underneath 
you."

The touching had come as a complete shock to Jon; no one had 
ever touched him like that before. Yet it had been done in such a 
casual way that it had seemed an almost natural part of the 
photography process. Besides that, once he got over the surprise, 
he realised that it felt kind of nice. In fact, he was now acutely 
aware of the feel of his penis, bent downwards, squeezed 
between his body and the hard floor. It felt good. He wriggled 
his hips.

"Right, you can get up now," said Damian.

As Jon lifted himself from the floor, he suddenly realised 
something; his cock was more than half way hard. As he stood 
upright, it twitched and hardened, until he had a full, rock-solid 
erection, pointing up and out from his groin. There was no 
hiding it; how the hell could he hide a boner when he was 
standing there stark naked? Neither turning away nor trying to 
cover it with his hands were viable options. So he just stood 
there, facing Damian, his hands at his sides and his face 
glowing.

Damian looked the boy up and down and grinned. "It's a good 
job we've finished with this set. This particular site is softcore 
only, so it's no use taking pictures of you in that condition."

"I'm sorry, it just happened," Jon murmured, embarrassed 
almost beyond words.

"That's usually the way of things," Damian laughed. "Don't 
worry about it. It's an occupational hazard; when you need them 
hard, they won't cooperate, but when you don't want them hard, 
they end up standing to attention. We're going to get you shaved 
next anyway, so it has time to go back to sleep before we start 
the next set." He pulled a towel from a rail and handed it to the 
boy. "Wrap that around yourself."

Jon accepted the towel and fastened it around his waist and then 
followed the man out into the corridor. He desperately hoped 
that they wouldn't meet anyone, since though the towel did 
cover up his nudity to a certain extent, there was no hiding the 
prominent bulge at the front. 

Luckily there was no one in sight, and they entered a small room 
two doors down from the studio. The room had white walls and 
contained a sink, a couple of chairs a few cupboards and a steel 
topped table. It all looked very stark and clinical.

"Don't look so worried," Damian smiled, reassuringly. "It's not 
going to hurt. Take off your towel and sit up on the edge of the 
table."

The boy's cock was still hard as he removed the towel and, 
naked, climbed up to sit on the table. Though his erection started 
to wilt as he nervously watched Damian gather the things he 
was going to use, including some electric clippers, a safety razor 
and a bowl of water.

Damian placed the bowl on the table top next to the Jon and 
then picked up the camera he had brought with him from the 
studio. "I thought it would be nice to do some before and after 
shots," he suggested. "Not for the site or anything, but just for 
you to keep yourself."

Jon glanced down between his legs to where his still half-hard 
cock pointed outwards. "Go on then," he giggled.

"Open your legs wide," the photographer instructed. He aimed 
the camera and clicked the button to take the picture. He then 
laid the camera aside and picked up the clippers.

"You'll be careful, won't you?" said Jon, eyeing the device 
nervously.

"I always am," Damian grinned. "You won't be much use to me 
as a nude model if I accidentally slice your bits off." Then his 
grin turned into a laugh. "Don't worry, you're safe. These can't 
hurt you at all." He demonstrated by sliding the clippers over the 
back of his hand. "I've done this loads of times before and no 
one has been hurt yet."

In spite of Damian's reassurances, Jon tensed as the man 
approached him. However, he immediately forgot all about his 
fear as Damian's fingers wrapped themselves around his cock 
and the electric clippers began to glide through his small patch 
of pubic hair. The combination of Damian's touch and the 
vibration from the clippers felt incredible and he bit back a 
groan as his dick once more swelled into a full erection.

"It looks like you enjoyed that," Damian observed, laying the 
clippers aside and brushing away the loose hairs from the boy's 
groin.

"It felt funny," Jon giggled, embarrassed. He was still trying to 
get his head around the almost casual way that Damian was 
handling his stiff shaft. Before today, the only people who had 
ever seen him hard had been Jack and Toby, and now Damian 
wasn't just seeing his erection, he was touching it. Jon tried to 
put aside his embarrassment and concentrate on how it felt, 
because it felt bloody good!

The boy's groin already looked much smoother. The longer 
hairs were now trimmed right back, and Jon felt a momentary 
twinge of sadness that the pubes that he had once been so proud 
of were almost gone. He consoled himself with the fact that 
when it was done he would look nice and smooth, like the boys 
on the website. A thought crossed his mind.

"Damian, have you shaved Danny?"

Damian looked surprised by the question. Then he nodded. 
"Once or twice."

Jon's hard cock twitched as an image appeared in his mind of 
Danny sitting naked on this very same table as Damian shaved 
him. He wondered if Danny had become hard and if Damian had 
touched Danny's erection in the same way that he was now 
handling Jon's own.

A small smile was playing around the corners of Damian's 
mouth. "Why are you so interested in Danny?"

"I just wondered," said Jon, blushing.

Damian picked up a can of shaving gel and squirted some of the 
contents onto his fingers and then began to rub it into the area 
around the base of the boy's hard cock. He worked it into a 
lather and then spread the lather down over Jon's balls.

A gentle heat appeared around Jon's groin and the boy sighed 
happily. Everything felt so good; Damian's fingers, the clippers, 
even the shaving foam. It was worth the ordeal of losing his 
pubes just for this. He watched in a sort of contented daze as 
Damian began to gently slide the safety razor through the lather, 
rinsing it frequently in the bowl.

"You know, if you are interested, I could probably set up a 
scene with you and Danny," said Damian, casually.

Jon was instantly back in the real world. "What sort of scene?"

"It depends on what you would be willing to do and how 
adventurous you're feeling; there all sorts of things that you 
could try."

Jon's heart beat faster as he wondered what sort of things 
Damian was talking about. Even just meeting Danny face to 
face would be great, but if the two of them could pose together, 
maybe even naked... A spasm lurched through Jon's dick.

Damian gave a laugh. "Whoa! Just put a rein on your 
imagination until I've finished doing this," the man grinned, 
holding up the razor. "We don't want any accidents. Also, I 
don't want to get your hopes up too high because there's a 
chance that I might not even be able to arrange anything; Danny 
is one of Eric's boys, and Eric is not the most cooperative soul 
around here. But I'll see what I can do." He went back to his 
shaving, now working on removing the stray hairs from Jon's 
balls.

Jon drifted back into his daze. What had Damian meant by 
'adventurous'? Doing a scene, any scene with Danny would be a 
dream come true. 

"There, you're done," Damian announced. He picked up the 
towel that Jon had earlier discarded and used this to wipe the 
boy's groin clean of the final smears of shaving foam.

Jon looked down at himself. He was perfectly smooth, with not 
a hair in sight. It looked strange with his hard cock pointing up 
from his hairless groin. Experimentally, he ran his fingertips 
across the newly shaved area; the skin felt so soft.

"Hold still while I get the 'after' shot," said Damian, who once 
more had the camera in his hand.

Jon started to object. He had a full erection. But it was too late. 
Damian had already taken the close-up and now stepped back 
for another shot that would take in Jon's whole body. Oh well, 
so what if he was hard? Jon grinned for the camera.

"You're a pro," Damian smiled. He put down the camera, and 
went over to the sink. Beside the sink was a push-top dispenser 
of the sort sometimes used for liquid soap. The man pushed 
down on it and some white cream squirted out onto his fingers. 
"This is moisturiser," he explained. "I'll put some of this on for 
you to keep your skin soft and stop you getting sore from the 
shaving." He smeared the cream around Jon's groin and began 
to rub it in. "We're also going to have to do something about 
this other problem before we start the second set."

"What other problem?"

"This one." Damian slid his cream covered fingers firmly along 
the length of Jon's hard shaft. "I can hardly do a softcore set 
with you in this state."

Jon shuddered at Damian's touch. "I can't make it go away," he 
murmured, shyly.

"I don't expect it will go away until it's done what it needs to 
do," said Damian. "So you can either go into the toilets next 
door and help it along, or I can take care of it for you here."

Jon froze. "You mean beat off?" he asked, his face glowing.

"Unless you can think of a better way," Damian shrugged. He 
gave a smile. "That's the usual solution to this problem. The 
only thing you have to decide is do you do it yourself, or do you 
want me to do it for you." He again wrapped his fingers tightly 
around the boy's shaft and drew them slowly upwards.

"Oooh!" Jon whimpered. "You do it," he said, quickly, not 
allowing himself to think about the implications of asking a 
grown man to do something like that for him.

"OK, lay back on the table," said Damian, placing his clean 
hand in the centre of the boy's chest and gently pushing him 
backwards.

Jon lowered himself down, the metal table cold against the skin 
of his back. He lay with his legs wide open, his lower legs 
hanging over the edge of the table, and his eyes on the white 
ceiling. His heart was pounding and his chest felt so tight that he 
could hardly breathe.

"Just relax and let it happen," said Damian, his voice soft. His 
moisturiser covered fingers began to slide smoothly and steadily 
up and down Jon's rock-hard erection, while at the same time he 
used his other hand to gently massage the boy's chest.

Jon moaned softly and closed his eyes. It had never felt like this 
when he had done it himself. Damian's touch was so firm and 
sure, and the boy wondered how many other boys had lain here 
in this same position, experiencing these same feelings. He 
wondered if Danny had ever been in this position and if Damian 
had ever stroked Danny's hard cock and made him shoot. 
Maybe those same fingers that were now stroking up and down 
his boner had also stroked up and down Danny's boner. Jon 
pictured Danny laying here on his back, his long, hard cock 
pointing upwards towards the ceiling and Damian's fingers 
stroking slowly up and down its length. The young teen 
wondered what it would feel like to take hold of a hard cock and 
stroke it and make it shoot. He felt a tingling growing in his 
groin and he tensed his muscles trying to hold it back. What had 
Damian meant by 'Adventurous'? Did he mean that Jon and 
Danny would be able to touch each other? That would be 
unbelievable. To be able to touch Danny and slide his fingers 
down the boy's body and wrap them around that beautiful 
cock... 

"Aargh!" Jon's hips rose up off the table and his back arched as 
his erection began to throb and cum splashed down onto his 
stomach. He clenched his fists at his sides and screwed his eyes 
shut, his breathing coming quick and ragged. It was the most 
intense feeling he'd ever had and his cock continued to try to 
shoot cum even when there was none left.

Gradually, Damian eased off his stroking, and Jon relaxed and 
opened his eyes to see the man looking down at him.

"Hopefully that's solved the problem," Damian smiled.

"Yeah," Jon replied, not sure whether to laugh or cry. For some 
reason, now that it was over, he felt acutely embarrassed that 
he'd allowed Damian to do something so incredibly personal.

"It's all part of the job," said the man. He used the towel to 
clean Jon's chest and stomach and then to wipe clean his now 
softening penis. "How did it feel?" he asked.

"Really good," Jon replied, after a moment's hesitation. It had 
felt better than good, it had felt amazing. He allowed Damian to 
help him up into a sitting position. He gave a smile. So what if it 
had been a personal thing, it had still felt better than anything 
he'd felt before.

"So you ready to do this second set now?"

"Yeah," Jon grinned. "Let's do it."

After his experience of being jerked off by Damian, Jon had felt 
a little awkward returning to the posing. He couldn't help 
feeling slightly guilty about what had happened, and he 
wondered whether he should have refused Damian's offer and 
gone and taken care of things himself in the toilets. However, 
Damian simply carried on with a "business as usual" attitude, 
and the boy soon found himself starting to relax and as he got 
more into it, the guilty feelings gradually evaporated. The 
posing was fun.  He continued to get a thrill out of standing 
naked in front of the camera, and he was especially happy with 
his new, smooth look.

At the end of the session, after he was dressed, he sat at 
Damian's desk getting up to date with signing prints, whilst the 
photographer busied himself transferring the pictures he had 
taken from the camera to the computer. The majority of the 
prints that needed the boy's signature were ones from the latest 
set to appear on the site, and featured him in the tight Lycra, the 
outline of his dick and balls clear and distinct. It was obvious 
that the pictures where he had the most on show were the most 
popular and he wondered if this would continue to be the case 
when his nude set appeared on the other site. He signed the last 
of the prints and put down his pen.

"Done already?" asked Damian, looking around at him with a 
smile.

"Yeah. Do people ask for signed prints from this other site, the 
one that has the nudes on it?"

"Sometimes," Damian nodded. "There's also a facility for site 
members to send in money donations as tips to an individual 
model, though that usually doesn't bring much in until you start 
getting involved in other things."

"What sort of other things?"

"Things like this for a start," said Damian, laying a full colour 
picture on the desk. It showed Jon sitting on the metal table, his 
hard cock pointing directly up from his freshly shaved groin.

"But you said you couldn't use pictures of me with a boner," 
Jon said, shyly. "That's why you had to... you know..."

Damian shook his head. "Not on this site, no, because it's 
softcore only; this picture is just for you and won't be appearing 
anywhere. But there is a third site; one where we can use 
pictures like this."

Jon gaped. "A site with pictures of boys with boners?"

"Amongst other things," said Damian. "It's another of the 
options that are available to you now that you've decided to do 
nude pictures."

Jon was only half listening. He was still getting to grips with the 
idea that there was a whole website that showed boys with 
erections. "Can I see it?" he asked.

Damian laughed. "Maybe another day. Let's take things one 
step at a time."

"Not even a quick look?" asked Jon, hopefully.

"It's getting late and I need to get you home," said Damian. 
"There's a lot to talk about before I show you the main site, so 
it's going to have to wait until we have more time."

"OK," Jon sighed, disappointed.





As bedtime approached, Jon found himself growing more 
uneasy as he wondered what Jack would say when he saw that 
his younger brother had lost all of his pubic hair. The thirteen-
year-old was now wishing that he had discussed it with Jack 
before going ahead with it, and even though he liked his new 
look himself, he was scared that Jack would make fun of him or 
call him stupid or something. Consequently, he put off going to 
bed until the last possible moment, only realising later that if he 
had gone early, he could have been safely hidden beneath the 
bedclothes before Jack came up. Still, that would have only put 
off the problem until morning.

Jon was the last of the brothers to go up, finally giving in to his 
mother's insistence that it was past time he was in bed because 
he had school the following day. Toby was already in bed, 
though he was still awake, reading a comic book. Jack was in 
the bathroom. 

Pulling off his shirt, Jon wondered whether he had time to get 
undressed and get into bed before Jack returned; he'd already 
used the bathroom himself. However, just as his hands went to 
the fastening of his trousers, Jack returned.

The older boy was naked, which didn't surprise Jon; Jack 
thought nothing of wandering naked along the landing to the 
bathroom. The only person who objected to this was Rachel, 
though their mother did usually insist that all of the boys be 
more careful about that sort of thing if they had visitors. 
Emulating his older brother, Jon had made the naked bathroom 
trip himself a few times, though he was always careful to glance 
out of the bedroom door first to make sure no one was around 
and then complete the journey as quickly as he could. He wasn't 
especially bothered about his parents seeing him like that, but he 
didn't want Rachel to catch him. Toby, the youngest brother, 
was if anything even worse than Jack, and had on one recent 
occasion even gone downstairs naked to complain to his mother 
that he couldn't find any clean underwear to put on.

Jack went straight to his bed and climbed in; all three boys 
always slept nude, a habit started by Jack several years ago. The 
fifteen-year-old picked up a book and was about to start reading 
when he glanced up at his brother. "What's the matter with 
you?" he asked. "You look like you're worried about 
something."

Jon didn't reply. Grimacing, he decided that he may as well get 
this over with. He finished opening his belt and then pushed his 
trousers and shorts down passed his knees and stood upright, his 
arms at his sides. There was no point in trying to hide anything.

Jack's eyes widened and he leaned forwards in his bed as 
though to get a better look because he didn't believe what he 
was seeing. "Oh my God," he grinned. "What have you gone 
and done?" He threw back the bedclothes and climbed out of 
bed, squatting down as he moved closer.

"I did a nude shoot today," Jon explained, nervously. "Most of 
the boys on the nude site are shaved and I wanted to look like 
them." He'd previously told Jack about the nude site, and that he 
was thinking about doing a set for it, but hadn't mentioned that 
he'd actually arranged to do a shoot.

"That looks so cool," Jack murmured, a wide grin on his face.

"You don't think it looks silly?"

"I think it looks kinda neat," said the older boy.

"Let me see." Toby had also got out of bed and moved closer, 
curious as to what was going on. When he saw Jon's groin he 
started to giggle.

Jack put out his hand and ran his fingertips gently across the 
shaved area. "It feels really soft and smooth," he said.

"Yeah," Jon agreed, holding still and enjoying his brother's 
touch. He held his breath, hoping that Jack's hand might stray 
just a fraction lower and actually touch him somewhere else. 
However, Jack pulled back, and sat back on his heels, smiling.

"Let me have a feel," said Toby, taking a turn at clumsily 
rubbing Jon's pubic area. "You've got even less hair than me 
now," he laughed.

"You never had any hairs to start with," Jack told the youngster.

"Oh yes I do."

"Show me."

Toby grinned and teased out a few curly hairs from his ball-sac 
with his fingers.

"Call those hairs?" Jack said. "I think I should pull 'em out for 
you." He reached towards the boy who leaped back shrieking 
and laughing.

Toby attempted to reach the sanctuary of his bed, but Jack 
caught him before he got there, wrestling him to the floor and 
climbing on top of him.

"I'm going to pull 'em out one at a time," said Jack, putting on a 
fierce face as he commenced tickling his brother. Toby giggled 
hysterically and begged for mercy until Jack finally relented and 
released him. 

The older brother climbed back to his feet and looked back at 
Jon. "That really does look cool," he said. "I like it."

"You mean it?" asked Jon, relieved that Jack didn't appear to 
think that he had made a big mistake.

"Yeah, I mean it. So when are we going to get to see these 
naked pictures you've done?"

"I don't know," said Jon. "Damian didn't say when they'd be on 
the site. Besides, we can't look at the site anyway until I get my 
new computer. Don't forget that you're coming over to Bryan's 
with me after school tomorrow to look at the pictures on the 
CD."

"I haven't forgotten," Jack grinned.

"And I've got these," said Jon. He went the drawer that held his 
personal things and took out the envelope that Damian had 
given him. Nervously he pulled out three large photographs and 
handed them to Jack. The top photograph showed him sitting on 
the metal table, his cock half-hard and his pubes still intact. In 
the second one, he was fully hard and his groin newly shaved. 
The final picture was a close-up of his groin, showing him with 
a rock hard erection.

"Wow!" Jack looked at the pictures, one after the other, and 
Toby again left his own bed to come over and see for himself.

"You had your picture taken with a boner?" Toby giggled.

"These are hot," Jack murmured, absently reaching down and 
stroking his own cock.

Jon smiled shyly. Both of his brothers had seen him with a 
boner many times before, so letting them see these pictures 
didn't bother him at all. He let his eyes travel over his brothers, 
sitting side by side on Jack's bed. His gaze lingered especially 
on Jack as the older boy casually fondled himself, and for the 
second time that day, Jon wondered what it would be like to 
hold another boy's cock in his hand.

"I'm going to the bathroom," said Jack, handing the pictures 
back to Jon.

"You've just been," said Toby.

"Yeah, well now I'm going again," Jack responded, giving the 
youngest boy a grin. He walked to the door, his dick hanging out 
from his body.

"He's going for a wank," Toby whispered mischievously to Jon, 
after Jack had left the room.

"At least he goes and does it in private and doesn't lay awake 
half the night playing with himself under the bedclothes," 
grinned Jon.

"I don't."

"Oh yes you do."

"Well, you do too."

"Sometimes," said Jon, smiling.

The two brothers climbed into their own beds. A short time later 
Jack came back, he wished the younger boys goodnight and 
turned off the light.

Jon lay awake, lightly stroking the open palm of his hand up and 
down underside of his hard cock as he remembered the feel of 
Damian's fingers around his erection. Having someone else 
touch him like that had felt so amazingly good. His thoughts 
turned to this other website. Damian had mentioned that there 
were other things besides boys with erections on there and Jon 
tried to imagine what they might be. Even just seeing boys with 
boners would be enough for Jon. Danny, for example, would 
look incredible with a boner, and so, come to that, would Bryan. 
Jon smiled to himself. Bryan had been so shy about even getting 
naked, and there was no way he would let anyone take a 
photograph of him with a boner. Pity, thought Jon; Bryan was 
cute.

Reluctantly he stopped rubbing himself and, listening to the soft 
breathing of his brothers, he drifted off into an easy sleep.

***

The story continues in Chapter 8: Bryan Decides, coming soon. 
 
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