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ST: The Agency 13 (t/t) 
 
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Any form of commercial use is strictly prohibited without the 
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 13 - Shadows of the Past, Glimpses of the Future
by 
Gymnopedies


Damian pushed his chair back from his desk and rubbed his eyes, 
deciding that it was time for a break. He'd spent the last couple of 
hours editing photographs, getting them ready for uploading to the 
website. He currently took care of most of the editing for the other 
photographers, as well as his own sets. It was boring work, but it 
let him earn enough to manage on until the commissions that he 
received from the work with his own boys grew large enough to 
provide him with a decent income. This morning he'd been working on 
one of Eric's sets, and these had been especially hard work. Many of 
the images had been out of focus or fuzzy and had had to be dumped. 
Damian was struggling to salvage enough of the pictures to make any 
sort of posting worthwhile. Damn Eric and his drinking.

The studio door opened and Sean entered. Damian greeted his boss 
with a smile, welcoming the distraction.

"You look fed up," Sean observed, pulling up a chair to sit across 
the desk from Damian.

"I'm OK; just tired. I've been working on tidying up Eric's latest 
shoot."

"Ah. Say no more." Sean gave an understanding smile.

"He's getting worse, Sean. Most of these shots are unusable."

"Yeah. I guess I'm going to have to have another word with him. Not 
that it will make any difference. He's got a major problem."

"It's how it affects his boys that worries me. It's not fair on them 
having to work with him in that condition. Danny has practically 
begged me to ask you about getting him transferred."

"I know. I've had Danny in to see me a couple times." Sean sighed. 
"I'll have a talk with Eric. If things don't improve then I'll have 
to give serious thought to reassigning his boys."

"I honestly think that would be for the best. He's not in a fit 
state to take care of them."

Sean looked at Damian and smiled. "You really care about the boys, 
don't you?"

"Of course I do. But you do as well."

"Yes, but not like you. With you it's much more intense and 
personal. There's no one else on the staff here who can relate to 
the boys even half as well as you do. And it works both ways; most 
of the boys feel the same way about you. Since you started working 
solo, I've had four different boys in my office asking to be 
transferred to you."

"Really?" Damian grinned. He hadn't known that.

"Yes really. If I allowed transfers, you'd be working twenty-four 
hours a day and all of the other photographers would be out on the 
street. I hate it when people are more popular than I am."

"Hey, I can't help it. Either you've got it or you haven't."

Sean laughed. "Well, you've certainly got it. But then I've always 
know that. That's why I took you on in the first place."

"Oh? And here's me thinking it was my stunning good looks."

"Well, that did factor into it," Sean conceded. "That and other 
things."

"You mean like my willingness to jump into bed with you?"

"No, that's not what I meant, and you know it."

"Yeah, I know." Damian knew that what Sean had been referring to was 
his years of experience in front of the camera. He'd first posed 
naked at the age of five, and had only been a few years older than 
that when he had graduated to hardcore work. By the time he'd become 
a teenager he was regularly having sex on and off camera with both 
adults and with other children, and much of the time he had had very 
little choice in the matter. Not that it had all been unpleasant; in 
fact, much of it had been a lot of fun. But there had also been 
things that he'd been forced into doing that he still didn't like to 
think about, even to this day. His father had been responsible for 
this. Damian's father had been an alcoholic, whose sole aim in life 
had been to feed his habit, and he had quite literally rented out 
his son's body in order to do this. His father had died when Damian 
was seventeen, leaving the teenager almost penniless. He'd made an 
attempt to continue his modelling work on his own, though most of 
what he had become involved in could be more accurately described as 
prostitution. And then he'd met Sean. Sean had been just twenty-
three, good looking, charismatic, and reasonably well off as a 
result of family money, and he was in the process of setting up his 
own modelling agency specialising in boys. Then eighteen, Damian had 
been at the very upper limit of the required age range, but Sean had 
taken him on anyway. The two had immediately become close, even 
sharing a bed for a while, though this hadn't lasted. Damian knew 
this was down to him. What Sean had been looking for was a long term 
partner, but Damian, as a direct result of his prior experiences, 
felt unable to open up emotionally, particularly to someone older 
than himself. And so, the sexual side of their relationship had soon 
fizzled out, though they had remained very close friends. Sean had 
helped Damian get some sort of order back into his life, and his 
association with Boys On View had given the young man a much needed 
sense of direction and purpose. Damian loved working with boys, and 
the agency's policy of putting the boys' welfare first and foremost 
and ensuring that the youngsters were always completely comfortable 
with everything that they did, went a long way towards assuaging the 
demons from the young photographer's all too colourful past. It was 
a big help to him knowing that he now played a part in ensuring that 
the boys who worked for the agency were protected and would never 
have to endure some of the things that he himself had gone through.

"Why the sad look?" Sean asked.

"Just thinking," said Damian, distractedly.

Sean reached across the desk and took Damian's hand, squeezing it in 
his own. "You know that any time you want to talk..."

"I know." It was rather ironic. Damian had earned himself such a 
reputation for being able to connect to the boys, yet when it came 
to his own feelings, he found it so incredibly difficult to open up. 
Sean was the only person with whom he had ever discussed his past, 
and there were still some things that even Sean didn't know.

Damian shook himself and forced a smile. "Anyway, what was it you 
came to see me about; or were you just passing the time?"

Sean looked at his friend with concern for a moment and then he too 
smiled. "I came to tell you that I've just watched the edited 
version of the video that you did with Jack on Monday. It's hot. You 
did a brilliant job there."

"Thanks. But you did have a hand in it as well," Damian pointed out.

"Yeah, but it was your idea, and you who ran most of it; I only made 
a few minor suggestions. Jack's got a big future if he's willing to 
go ahead with more like that."

"I think he will. I've got Jack, Jon, and Bryan coming in this 
afternoon. I'm going to explain a little bit about how the hardcore 
stuff works. I'll probably show them the video."

"OK, let me know how you get on. What would be especially good would 
be if Jack and Jon would be willing to do some shoots together. 
There's always a huge demand for videos and sets featuring 
brothers."

"I'll see what I can do. I'm sure there won't be a problem getting 
them to do simple nude work together, but I don't know about 
anything more hardcore."

"I'll leave it in your capable hands. Now I'd better get back and 
get some work done." Sean got up to leave, but hesitated. "You sure 
you're OK?"

"Yeah, I'm fine." Damian insisted. "And don't worry, if at any time 
I do need to talk, you'll be the first to know."

"I sure hope so."

"Thanks for being there for me, Sean."

"Anytime."

Damian watched his friend and boss depart, and then with a deep 
sigh, he turned his attention back to editing the pictures.




Bryan was almost glad of the chance to get out of the house, even if 
he wasn't especially happy about where he was going. Since Robert's 
bombshell of the previous morning, the thirteen-year-old was 
starting to have serious reservations about the whole idea of 
modelling, particularly when it came to posing with his clothes off. 
Now he was on his way to the Boys On View studios to listen to 
Damian explain about options that were available for more "hardcore" 
work. Bryan wasn't entirely sure what this meant, but from what he 
had managed to pick up from Jon, and previous hints from Damian, it 
had something to do with posing with a boner. The very thought made 
Bryan's blood run cold. As if the whole world seeing his dick wasn't 
bad enough, now they were going to try to get him to have his 
picture taken with his dick hard. Until a few days ago, no one had 
ever even seen him hard. The sleepover had Jon's house had changed 
all of that, and to a certain extent had broadened Bryan's outlook 
on that sort of thing; he had seen Jon and both of Jon's brothers 
with boners, and they had all seen him, and the world hadn't come to 
an end. He and Jon had even touched each other, jerking each other 
all the way to orgasm. This was a memory that Bryan shied away from; 
it had felt great, having Jon's hand on his hard cock, but at the 
same time, the young teen couldn't make himself entirely comfortable 
with the thought of another boy touching him like that. However, any 
progress that Bryan had made in overcoming his inhibitions had taken 
a seriously large step backwards when he'd discovered that Robert, 
his own brother, had been jerking off over a picture of him naked.

Robert's confession had made Bryan feel physically sick. The 'gay' 
part had been bad enough, but learning that his brother had used his 
photograph as jerk-off material was something he didn't even want to 
think about. After the confrontation with Robert, Bryan had sat on 
his bed for a long time, fuming. Eventually, he had taken the 
offending picture out from the envelope and looked at it. He had 
recalled that last time he had looked at this picture he had been 
immensely proud of how good it made him look. Now, all that had 
changed. All he had felt on this occasion was anger. Without 
thinking, he had walked purposefully down the stairs, photograph in 
hand, straight to the kitchen, where his mum and dad sat talking 
quietly. He had slapped the picture down on the table in front of 
them and then without a word, he had returned to his bedroom.

A few minutes later, his dad had come up to find him laid on his 
bed, crying. His dad had been holding the picture and had carefully 
replaced it in the envelope and placed the envelope into Bryan's 
hand saying, "It's beautiful. Take care of it." Bryan had turned to 
his dad and buried his face in the man's shirt and sobbed.

One of the things that bothered Bryan most about the whole incident 
was that he wasn't sure exactly what he had been crying about. It 
was like a dam had suddenly burst and the emotions that had built up 
following everything that had happened to him recently suddenly came 
pouring out; this business with Robert had only been a part of it. 
It hadn't lasted long and, within a few minutes, the tears had given 
way to intense embarrassment. But his dad had hugged him, gently 
stroked his cheek and reassured him that everything was alright, and 
eventually he had started to feel a little better.

The rest of the day had been uncomfortable for everyone. Bryan and 
Robert avoided each other almost entirely. The only time they had 
come face to face was when they sat down on opposite sides of the 
table for their evening meal, and even then Bryan couldn't bring 
himself to even look at his older brother. The young teen felt 
annoyed and let down that his parents were being so nice and 
understanding to Robert. Sure, he'd been grounded for a couple of 
weeks, but what sort of punishment was that for what he had done? 
From the way they were behaving, it was almost as if Robert had been 
the victim. Much to Bryan's relief, as soon as the meal was over, 
Robert had gone back to his room and shut himself away.

Later in the evening, Bryan's dad had turned on the computer to 
check out the update on the Boys On View nude site, which was 
updated on Tuesdays. One of the new sets posted had been Jon's. 
Bryan had experienced a strange mixture of feelings as he sat next 
to his dad and browsed through the photosets. On the one hand, Jon 
looked so relaxed and even natural without his clothes, but on the 
other hand, seeing the pictures of his friend naked had reminded 
Bryan that his own pictures would be appearing here soon, possibly 
even as early as the next update on Friday. He recalled what Robert 
had said about all the pervs jerking off to his pictures, and the 
thought made him shudder.

Later that night, in bed, that same thought came back to him. Unable 
to sleep, he had turned on his bedside lamp and pushed back the 
bedclothes. There was a long mirror on his wardrobe door and, 
standing in front of it, he had pushed down his shorts and stood 
looking at his naked reflection, trying to see himself as others 
might see him. At first he had felt awkward, but he made himself 
continue to stand there. What he saw was a nicely proportioned, 
reasonably good-looking, but otherwise very ordinary thirteen-year-
old boy, no different from any of the other boys on the agency's 
website. He knew that he had no reason at all to be ashamed about 
his body. Was it really such a bad thing that some people might 
think he looked good, or even hot?

Feeling a little better, he had returned to his bed, leaving his 
shorts where they lay on the floor. As he closed his eyes, his 
fingers had strayed almost automatically to his soft dick and he had 
conjured up one of his favourite images; Tina Sutton, a girl in his 
class at school. One day he'd get up the courage to approach Tina, 
and then... Beneath his fingers, his dick had hardened as he stroked 
along it, his pace increasing in line with his excitement until 
white, sticky cum had spurted out onto his fingers. He had held up 
his hand, looking at the dribbles of cum, feeling a twinge of post-
orgasmic guilt and wondering if what he had just done was really 
that much different from the guys who jerked off looking at the 
pictures?

A night's sleep had made very little difference to his feelings. He 
still wasn't sure whether he wanted to continue with the nude 
modelling, and he was still extremely angry with Robert. 
Surprisingly, he realised that he didn't have particularly strong 
feelings one way or the other about Robert being gay; it was as if 
his mind had simply decided to ignore this piece of information. 
What really got to him was Robert coming into his room, invading his 
personal space, stealing the photograph and then using it for 
something so disgusting. Alright, maybe jerking off wasn't really 
disgusting, and was something that every boy alive indulged in, but 
Bryan couldn't help feeling extreme unease over the idea of someone 
jerking off over an image of him, particularly when that someone was 
his own brother.

The strained atmosphere within the household had carried over from 
the previous day. Bryan's mum and dad seemed to be trying to pretend 
that everything was normal and were actually being nice to Robert. 
Amazingly, Robert was being civil when he spoke back to them and at 
one point had even tried speaking to Bryan. However, Bryan was not 
that easily fooled; he knew Robert for what he was. His seething 
anger enabled him to easily throw back his brother's weak 
conciliatory overture and he quickly told Robert where he could get 
off. This had earned Bryan a sharp look and a shake of the head from 
his dad, which only served to annoy the boy even more.

It was with almost a sense of relief that Bryan got into the car 
after lunch for the trip to the Boys On View studios. At least for 
the next couple of hours or so he would be away from Robert.

"He's sorry for what he did, you know," Bryan's mother spoke up, as 
they approached the point where she would be dropping him off. "He's 
knows taking your picture was wrong. I'm not trying to make excuses 
for him, but he's had some big things to try to come to terms with."

Bryan scowled out of the window. "I don't care. He shouldn't have 
done it. And besides, it's not just that; he's been horrible to me 
for ages. Why should I suddenly forgive him for all of that?"

"I'm not saying you should suddenly forgive him," Anne smiled. "But 
try to understand what's been going on with him. Imagine you have a 
big, dark secret that you don't dare tell anyone, a secret so bad 
that you think that anyone who finds out about it will hate you. 
Sometimes it seems so bad that you even start to hate yourself. That 
can be enough to make you do and say things that you don't really 
mean. That's what has been going on with Robert. Deep down inside, 
he has always really loved you, but with what's been going on with 
him recently, he hasn't been able to show it."

"He managed to show it well enough while he was wanking over my 
picture," Bryan snapped, glaring at his mother as if challenging her 
to say something about his choice of language.

She gave him a quick look and then concentrated on pulling the car 
into a parking space. As she switched off the engine, she turned to 
him. The soft smile was still in place. "He's lonely and he's 
confused and he's hurting. But I think he would like to try to make 
things up to you. I know you're also hurt and confused about what 
happened, but I think maybe if you could try talking to him, you 
would both feel a lot better."

"I don't want to talk to him."

Anne nodded. "I know. It's hard for you." She pulled him close and 
kissed his forehead. "It'll all sort itself out."

Bryan opened the car door and began to step out, but as he did, his 
mother caught his arm.

"Oh, and Bryan, that picture is absolutely beautiful." 

This was the first time she had mentioned the picture that Bryan had 
so unceremoniously dumped onto the table in front of her the 
previous morning. He looked at her for a moment and then quickly 
dropped his eyes, grinning shyly.

"Thanks," he said, then climbed out of the car and entered the 
office building.




Jon and Jack were already there waiting when Bryan entered Damian's 
studio. They were sitting on the leather sofa, the photographer 
sitting in a chair opposite them.

"Hi Bryan." Jon grinned up at his friend. "We thought you'd never 
get here. Damian said we couldn't start without you."

"Well I'm here now," said Bryan, coolly, taking a seat on the sofa 
next to Jon. It crossed his mind that the last time he'd been on 
this sofa, he'd been naked. He quickly banished that thought.

"Are you OK?" Damian asked.

Bryan looked at the man, sharply. "Yeah. Why?"

"You just look a bit unhappy, that's all."

"I'm fine." Bryan forced a smile. He didn't feel fine, he felt 
confused. He wasn't sure he wanted to continue with even the 
straightforward modelling, never mind the stuff that Damian was 
going to be talking about today. He'd never been at all comfortable 
with the idea of people looking at pictures of him naked, and after 
the incident with Robert, his discomfort had increased considerably. 
On the other hand, one of things that he had dreaded the most was 
now over and done with and it hadn't been anything like as bad as 
he'd expected; his mother had seen the picture. After that, the 
thought of people he would never meet seeing him without his clothes 
on no longer seemed quite so bad.

Damian gave Bryan a considering look. "OK. In that case we may as 
well make a start, before Jon dies from curiosity."

Jon gave a giggle. "I'm not the only one who wants to know. The 
others are just as bad. They're just better at hiding it."

"You're probably right," Damian agreed, smiling, his gaze taking in 
the three boys. "Before I say anything else, let me repeat something 
that I've told all of you before, because it's very important. 
Everything is optional; you have the choice to do it or not to do 
it. You don't have to get involved in any of the things I'm going to 
tell you about today. Is that part clear?" He paused, looking at 
each boy in turn until he got a nod of confirmation. "Good, that's 
got the serious part out of the way, now let's get onto the 
interesting part. First off, the websites. Boys On View runs three 
separate websites, and as well as that, we also sell content to 
other sites. First of all there's the front site, which features 
non-nude content. We have a rule that every model working for the 
agency has to have at least one set on the front site. By the way, 
you probably haven't seen today's update on there yet, since it only 
went online about an hour ago. It's the outdoor shoot that we did a 
couple of weeks ago."

"I'd forgotten about that," grinned Jon. "All that mud and stuff was 
really fun."

"Well you can have a look at it later," said Damian. "There are some 
really nice pictures there and I expect we're going to get a lot of 
requests for you and Bryan to do some more sets together."

"Hey, that would be great," said Jon, excitedly. "What do you think 
Bryan? We could do a nude set together." He gave another giggle.

"Yeah, maybe," said Bryan, trying to sound enthusiastic, for Jon's 
sake.

"Anyway, that's the front site," Damian continued. "There's not much 
that you don't already know about how that works. Next, there's the 
nude site. Basically, this is the same as the front site, but the 
models take everything off. The nude site is strictly softcore; no 
one touching anyone else in a sexual way, and no stiffies. Also, 
there are videos on this site, including some erotic stripping vids; 
so erotic is fine, just nothing hard." He paused again.

"Tell us about the other site," demanded Jon, impatiently.

"Give him chance," said Jack, giving his brother a poke that made 
Jon squirm and laugh.

"The third site is the hardcore site," said Damian. "This is by far 
the biggest site of the three and contains the widest variety of 
subject matter. Anything that contains erections or is sexual in 
nature appears here."

"What sort of things?" asked Jon, almost eagerly.

"Allsorts," said Damian. "Solo sets, duos, groups, anything where 
boys get hard or have any sort of sexual contact with each other. 
There's also the role-play and themes area, which is very popular."

"What do you mean by sexual contact?" asked Bryan, nervously. "Like 
jerking off and stuff?"

Damian nodded. "That sort of thing. We have solo jerk-offs, and sets 
and videos of boys doing it to each other."

Bryan shot a quick look at Jon, who was grinning at him broadly. He 
quickly turned his attention back to Damian. "I don't think I want 
to do anything like that," he said.

Damian shrugged. "Like I said at the start, you'll never be forced 
into doing anything that you don't want to do."

"What's this about role-play and themes?" Bryan had heard these 
mentioned before, and he in spite of his discomfort at some of the 
things he was hearing, he felt a sort of morbid curiosity about what 
they might involve. He recalled Danny requesting that Damian set up 
a shoot for the two of them, and the older boy had mentioned 
something about themes then."

"They cover a fairly wide area," said Damian. "And they're a big 
favourite, both with the boys and with the site members. The most 
popular themes are the doctor's examination room, the customs strip-
search, the schoolroom, and the dungeon. Don't look so worried; it's 
all pretend. In fact, the boys who take part usually have a lot of 
fun. Role-play includes the themes and also all sorts of other 
situations which need to be acted out. You don't need to be a great 
actor, just get in there and enjoy it. In fact, Jack's already tried 
his hand at a sort of role play."

Both Bryan and Jon turned to look at the older boy, who looked 
mildly discomforted by the sudden attention.

"You never told me." Jon stared accusingly at his brother.

"I asked him not to," said Damian. "I wanted to keep it quiet until 
I'd had a chance to explain things to you properly. I assume you 
know that Jack's been shaved? Well we turned that into a full 
photoshoot and video. If it's OK with Jack, I'll show you the video; 
he hasn't even seen it himself yet."

"I guess it's OK with me," said Jack. "People are going to see it 
sooner or later." Though he was smiling, Bryan thought the fifteen-
year-old looked a little bit nervous.

"Great. We can look at the video in a minute. But before we do, let 
me just mention a couple of other things that are open to you." 
Damian sat forwards in his chair. "As I've already mentioned to Jon, 
we also run a private club called "The Little Dancer". The boys from 
the agency put on shows, mostly taking the form of erotic dancing. 
It's a similar sort of thing to what you've seen in Danny's 
stripping video. You get up on stage, strip off and dance around in 
the bare for a while. For that, you get a nice fee and usually a 
fair amount in tips as well. If you're feeling really adventurous, 
on certain nights the shows are a little more hardcore and the boys 
actually get hard and finish their act with a jerk-off. This isn't 
for everyone; you need to be a complete exhibitionist to be able to 
do it. But it's there if you want to try it."

Bryan was aware that his mouth had fallen open. He couldn't imagine 
himself standing on a stage with people looking at him and doing 
something as incredibly private as wanking. How could any boy do 
that? He shot Jon a questioning look, and the boy gave him a grimace 
in return; even the normally uninhibited thirteen-year-old appeared 
uncomfortable with this idea.

Damian continued. "Along similar lines to the club, and perhaps not 
quite as daunting, we also allow clients to hire models for private 
shows and parties and things like that. Again, this usually takes 
the form of a strip and possibly a jerk-off, as arranged at the time 
of booking. These private shows pay extremely well." The young 
photographer paused for a moment and his expression turned serious. 
"I should mention here a rule that is always very strictly enforced. 
At no time during any show, whether it's at the club or at a private 
location, is any physical contact allowed between models and 
clients; the clients can look, but they can't touch."

Jack nodded. "That's a relief. I was wondering for a minute there 
how far things were going go."

"They don't really go any further than I've already explained," said 
Damian. "There are certain rare occasions where very limited 
touching is allowed. For instance, sometimes a client will privately 
commission a certain theme or role-play scenario and will want to 
personally take part in the scenario, but even then, strict limits 
are set beforehand, and this only happens with the full prior 
agreement of the model." His serious expression disappeared and he 
grinned. "So now you all have a fair idea of the sorts of things you 
can get involved in."

"Or not get involved in," muttered Bryan. "I think I'll stick to 
what I've already been doing."

An uncomfortable silence descended. Finally, Damian spoke up.

"I guess you're all pretty shell-shocked; there's a lot to take in. 
You only need to remember two things though. Firstly, as I keep 
repeating, everything is optional; you may decide that you don't 
like the idea of any of it, or you might like to give some of the 
things a try and see how you get on. Secondly, almost everything 
I've described is much more fun than it sounds. The only thing that 
we take seriously is safety; other than that, it's all about having 
a good time and earning yourself some decent money along the way."

Jack nodded. "The shaving shoot that we did was pretty good fun," he 
said. "Even if it was a bit scary in places."

"Why was it scary?" Jon asked, nervously.

Jack grinned. "Because everything was new and I didn't know what to 
expect. I think if I did it again I would enjoy it a lot more."

"Does that mean that you'd be willing to do some more?" Damian asked 
the teen.

"Maybe," said Jack.

"Good," Damian smiled. "Because I've an idea for a sequel to the 
shaving scene. I'll discuss it with you later. In the meantime, how 
about we take a look at this video?"

"Sure," said Jon. "I can't wait to see it."

Bryan got up and followed the others over to the computer on 
Damian's desk. After listening to everything the man had had to say, 
he now felt more confused than ever. He was sure he didn't want to 
try most of the things that Damian had described, but he was now 
starting to think that maybe simple nude work wasn't quite so bad. 
He realised that he was letting his feelings about what had happened 
with Robert become all mixed up with his feelings about the agency 
and his shyness about his body. It was all a confused mess. What was 
the big deal about people seeing him naked? He was not really any 
different from any other boy out there, and people kept telling him 
he was good-looking, so what had he to be ashamed of? And the money 
was great. Even allowing for the fact that his mother made him save 
most of what he earned, it still left him plenty of cash for 
anything he wanted. He could just stick to basic nude work and not 
do any of this other more extreme stuff and still have a decent 
income. All he had to do was avoid thinking about what people would 
use his pictures for; the idea that guys would be using his pictures 
as jerk-off material was scary.

There weren't enough chairs around the desk for them all to sit. 
Damian sat on his own chair, behind the desk, Jon sat on the only 
other chair, opposite Damian, and Jack stood behind Jon, his hands 
on his brother's shoulders. Bryan seated himself on the corner of 
the desk as Damian turned the monitor sideways so that they could 
all see it, and started the video.

The screen went blank for a moment and then the title appeared. 
"Jack - Bound and Shaved". 

"Bound? Does that mean you were tied up?" asked Jon.

"You'll have to wait and see," Jack grinned.

The video started with an image of Jack seated in front of the 
camera, and Damian's voice coming from behind the camera, asking 
questions.

"Ah, I'd forgotten about this bit," said Jack. 

"Shh! I want to listen," said Jon, firmly.

The interview continued with Damian asking if Jack had ever done 
anything like this before, and Jack admitting that he hadn't. Damian 
asked the fifteen-year-old why he had decided to pose and Jack 
revealed that he was doing it in order to buy a computer for his 
brother. Damian suggested that to do this, Jack must really love his 
brother, to which Jack responded; "Yeah, I guess I do. He's pretty 
special."

A soft gasp came from Jon as he heard these words. He took Jack's 
hands in his own, pulling them down from his shoulders to rest on 
the centre of his chest, and he turned his head to look up at the 
older boy. Bryan noticed that Jon's eyes were shiny. Jack smiled 
down at his brother and tightened his arms in a hug.

Bryan pulled his eyes away from the boys, forcing his attention back 
to the video. He had tears in his own eyes. The love that Jon and 
Jack shared was obvious to see, and it caused all of the pain that 
Bryan was feeling as a result of the strained relationship with his 
own brother to bubble up to the surface. It wasn't fair. Why 
couldn't he have a bond like that with Robert? Why couldn't Robert 
be more like Jack? Bryan couldn't remember a single occasion when 
his brother had hugged him. There had been times in the past when 
they had got on quite well, but recently all they ever seemed to do 
was fight. Bryan was sick of the fighting; he wanted a real brother, 
not someone who always picked on him and made his life miserable. 
This thought made him hate Robert all the more for denying him 
something that he wanted so much. It wasn't fair. The tears escaped 
from his eyes and ran down his cheeks, and he quickly wiped them 
away with the back of his hand before anyone could see.

"Bryan, are you OK?" Damian was looking directly at the young teen.

The boy nodded. "I just got something in my eye," he said, rubbing 
his eye with his hand.

The look on Damian's face made it clear that he knew that this 
wasn't true, but to Bryan's relief, the man let the matter drop.
 
On computer screen, the interview had finished and Jack was now 
standing between two posts, Damian behind him. The man's hands were 
under Jack's shirt, stroking his chest. Bryan watched with growing 
interest, his own worries and problems fading into the background, 
as Jack's shirt was stripped off and his hands stretched out above 
his head and fastened to an overhead bar. Next Jack's jeans were 
removed and to Bryan's amazement, Damian began to play with the 
boy's cock inside his shorts and then actually pulled his cock out 
into full view. After a few moments, Jack's cock was hidden away 
again and his legs were stretched apart as Damian tied his ankles to 
the side posts. Then the completely unexpected happened. Damian took 
hold of the boy's shorts and with a sudden yank, ripped them away 
from his body, leaving him totally naked. There were gasps from both 
Bryan and Jon.

Jack gave a soft chuckle. "You didn't get to see the part where 
Damian cut my shorts up the sides so that they would rip easily."

"Stop giving away trade secrets," laughed Damian.

Bryan watched the screen, totally transfixed, as the camera zoomed 
in on Jack's face and then panned slowly down his body, pausing for 
a close-up of the teen's groin. The boy imagined himself in Jack's 
place, and felt a thrill of fear as he wondered what it would be 
like to be fastened up like that, naked and helpless. His own cock 
was hard, and he felt it twitch spasmodically. It was almost as 
though he could feel his own arms and legs stretched outwards, and 
Damian's hands running freely over his body. From the look on Jon's 
face, the dark-haired boy was having similar thoughts.

Another surprise for Bryan was when Damian appeared on the video 
without his shirt. The man looked somehow younger now that he was 
bare-chested, and the young teen couldn't help noticing how good-
looking Damian really was. He wondered briefly whether Damian would 
be taking anything else off.  Bryan shifted around to try to ease 
the pressure on his bent-over erection as he watched Damian play 
with Jack's cock until the boy became fully hard. Bryan had seen 
Jack hard before, in real life, but seeing the teenager trussed up 
helplessly like this was far, far more erotic.

The shaving scene followed, as Damian worked his way around Jack's 
body, removing all traces of hair, and this was  immediately 
followed by another close-up of the boy's now completely smooth 
groin. All eyes were focussed on the screen as Damian's fingers took 
hold of Jack's twitching cock and began to stroke it. The only sound 
in the studio was Jack's soft panting and moaning as he hung 
immobile between the posts, unable to escape Damian's attentions. 
The camera zoomed in for yet another close-up, Jack's dick filling 
the screen, as Damian worked the boy's foreskin backwards and 
forwards over the swollen head. Suddenly, Jack's cock started to 
throb, and the video went into slow motion as cum erupted from the 
head in long, milky streamers to disappear out of shot. Damian 
continued to stroke the shaft, squeezing out everything that Jack 
had to give, the final drops of cum dribbling out from slit. 

Now the camera pulled back and moved upwards, as to Bryan's 
astonishment, Damian kissed Jack full on the lips, and instead of 
trying to pull away, Jack responded; there was a clear shot of 
Damian's tongue entering Jack's mouth. The kiss continued for almost 
a full half minute, before the video drew to a close, and the end 
credits appeared on the screen.

"Wow!" The soft utterance came from Jack.

"That was the most amazing thing I've ever seen," said Jon, softly, 
a slight tremor in his voice. He turned his head to give his brother 
an almost awe-filled look.

Bryan sat in silence, not sure what to say. His own cock was still 
painfully hard, and he was afraid that if he moved, it would be 
impossible to hide his erect state and then everyone in the room 
would know of the effect the video had had on him.

"So, Bryan, what did you think?" asked Damian, smiling at the boy.

Bryan shook his head. "It was OK, I guess."

Damian's smile broadened. "I'll take that to mean that you enjoyed 
it."

"It gave me a boner," giggled Jon.

"Everything gives you a boner, these days," said Jack, grinning at 
his brother. "I expect you'll be wanting to do something like that 
yourself now."

"You bet I do," said Jon. He looked expectantly at Damian.

The photographer started to laugh. "We'll see. There are all sorts 
of things that you can try besides that. I'll see if I can set 
something up for you, maybe after the weekend. Which reminds me; are 
you available on Friday afternoon?"

Jon nodded. "Sure. Now that there's no school, I can come in 
anytime."

"Good, because I've arranged for one of the more experienced boys to 
come in and give you some tips on erotic dancing; you said that you 
were interested in doing a stripping video."

Jon's face lit up. "That'll be great. I'll be here. I can't wait."

Damian turned to look at Bryan. "You're welcome to come along as 
well if you like. It's an informal session and I expect that it'll 
be a lot of fun."

"I don't know," Bryan replied, uncertainly. Everything seemed to be 
moving so fast. He didn't know how he felt about anything anymore.

"Can I have a copy of Jack's video?" Jon asked.

Damian grinned and took a DVD out of one of his desk drawers. "This 
is a copy I made for Jack. If you're nice to him, perhaps he'll let 
you watch it."

"My life wouldn't be worth living if I didn't," Jack sighed. He 
still had his arms around his brother and he gave the boy a quick 
hug.

"Jack, can I have a quick word?" asked Damian, getting up from 
behind his desk.

"Sure." The older boy followed the man to the other side of the 
studio, where they spoke together in hushed tones.

Jon looked curiously over at his brother and then turned to Bryan. 
"Was that hot or what?" he grinned, referring to the video they had 
just watched.

"It was pretty hot," Bryan admitted. He hesitated for a moment and 
then asked a question that had been nagging at him. "Doesn't it 
bother you, getting turned on watching Jack doing something like 
that?"

Jon looked surprised. "No, why should it? It gave you a boner as 
well, didn't it?" He glanced down in the direction of Bryan's groin.

Bryan shuffled uncomfortably. "Yeah, but... Jack's not my brother."

"Why should that make a difference?"

"I don't know. I just..." Bryan was struggling to find the words to 
express how he felt; probably because he really didn't know how he 
felt anymore. "Would if bother you if you found out that Jack had 
been jerking off looking at a picture of you naked?"

Jon giggled. "Course not. Why do you ask that?"

Bryan shrugged. "No reason. I just wondered, what with you being 
brothers and everything."

"Being brothers just means that we love each other even more," said 
Jon, without any trace of embarrassment. "Jack's the best brother in 
the world."

"Yeah," said Bryan, absently. Yet again he told himself that life 
wasn't fair.

Damian and Jack had finished talking, and as they returned to the 
desk, Jack was wearing a thoughtful expression.

"What were you talking about?" asked Jon.

"Don't be so nosey," laughed Damian. "That's between Jack and me."

Jon shrugged. "No problem. I'll make him tell me when we get home."

"That's up to him," said Damian. "Now before you go..." He produced 
two buff folders, placing one in front of Bryan and the other in 
front of Jon. "Get signing. There's plenty there to keep you busy."

Bryan opened his folder to find a picture of himself in tight Lycra. 
He glanced over at Jon's pile and was shocked to see the top picture 
showed the boy stark naked and was a print from the set that had 
gone online just yesterday. Bryan sighed to himself and reached for 
a pen.




Bryan was surprised when it was his dad who picked him up from the 
agency offices.

"I was expecting Mum," said the boy as he climbed into the car.

"Sorry to disappoint you," the man smiled. "Your mum was busy and 
since I'm not at work today I told her I'd come and meet you. How 
did things go?"

"OK, I guess," said Bryan. He fastened his seat belt and stared 
forwards out of the window, not sure he was ready to talk to his 
father about the things he had learned this afternoon.

Richard checked his mirror and pulled out into the traffic. "Have 
you decided what you're going to do about the modelling? This 
morning I sort of got the impression that you were thinking about 
packing it in."

"I don't know. I suppose I'll keep it going for a bit longer and see 
what happens."

The man gave his son a quick, encouraging smile before turning his 
attention back to the road. "That's good to hear. It's your 
decision, and if you decide that you've had enough, then that's 
fine; at least you've given it a try. But both your mother and I 
feel that this is a terrific opportunity for you, not just 
financially, but also as a chance to help you grow as a person."

"How can it do that?"

"Well for one thing, it'll help you become more confident and less 
inhibited, and more comfortable with who you are. As well as that, 
it will hopefully make you more broad minded and accepting of other 
people."

Bryan wasn't sure that he understood all this, but he did pick up on 
the last part. "You're talking about Robert?"

"I wasn't meaning Robert specifically, but he's a good example. 
Robert likes boys. He can't help that; it's not something that he 
suddenly decided to do. He couldn't change it, even if he wanted to. 
I assume that you like girls..."

"Of course I like girls," Bryan interrupted, quickly.

Richard laughed. "And you probably think that's 'normal'. Imagine 
how you would feel if I told you that you are the unusual one and 
that it's really 'normal' for boys to like other boys."

Bryan shot his father a quick look as he felt a sudden, irrational 
stab of fear and confusion that he really might be the odd one out. 
The feeling passed immediately, but just for a moment it had been 
there, and it hadn't been nice. "That's stupid," he said, stiffly. 
"Boys like girls."

"Most of the time they do," Richard agreed. "But I think you would 
be surprised at how often that isn't the case. Some like other boys, 
and some like both boys and girls. The truth is, there's no such 
thing as 'normal'. People are who they are, and you have to learn to 
accept them as that. If you don't, in the end it will cause you at 
least as many problems as it causes them."

"You're saying I shouldn't be mad at Robert?"

"No. I'm saying be mad at him for the right reasons. Are you mad at 
him because he took your pictures, or are you mad at him because 
you've found out he's gay?"

"Both. Oh, I don't know." Bryan shook his head in confusion. "I just 
want everything to be normal."

"There's that word again," said Richard, with a smile. "Everything 
IS normal. Robert has messed, up. People do that; it's normal. The 
two of you have had a fight about it; it's normal for brothers to 
fight. But Robert is hurting pretty badly at the moment and he could 
really use a brother." The man gave Bryan in knowing look. "In fact, 
I think that at this moment, he probably needs a brother even more 
than you do."

Bryan hung his head. All he had been thinking about was how he felt 
about everything that was going on around him; he'd never really 
given any thought at all as to how Robert might be feeling. But 
then, why should he? Robert was the one who was in the wrong. The 
boy sighed softly. Everything was so mixed up.

When they reached the house, Bryan went straight up to his room. He 
wanted some time on his own to try to think things through and sort 
out how he felt about everything. However, as he entered his 
bedroom, he stopped short. There was an envelope and a small, gold, 
foil-wrapped package on his bed.

Curious, the boy stepped forwards and picked up the envelope. It was 
a card of some description. He was puzzled; it wasn't his birthday 
or anything. There was nothing at all written on the envelope, so he 
quickly tore it open and pulled out the card. On the front of the 
card was a picture of two teddy-bears hugging each other. It was 
what Bryan would have described as soppy, but looking at it, he 
smiled in spite of himself. Inside the card was a single word. 
"Sorry."

Bryan stood staring at this short message. The writing was Robert's. 
After a moment, he closed the card and looked at the front again. 
The cuddly scene was so uncharacteristic of the Robert he knew that 
it was difficult to believe that this card really came from his 
brother. He opened it up again and once more read the message. It 
was definitely Robert's writing.

Bryan laid the card aside as if it were a precious thing and reached 
for the parcel. There was a small tag attached to the wrapping and 
he turned it over to read what was written on the back. 

"I'm sorry for everything. Love, Rob."

The young teen felt a lump in his throat. Carefully, so as not to 
tear the paper, he unwrapped the small parcel, revealing a plain, 
blue, simulated-leather box, about six inches long and a couple of 
inches wide. The box had a hinged lid and he quickly flipped it 
open. Inside was gold neck-chain and attached to the chain was a 
small gold pendant in the form of an italic letter 'B'. His hands 
shaking slightly, Bryan took the chain from the box and held it up, 
letting it hang from his fingers. This wasn't cheap, 'rubbish 
jewellery', it was the real thing. It couldn't possibly have come 
from Robert. Could it? He read the gift tag again, almost 
disbelievingly.  "Love, Rob." Bryan was reminded of earlier that 
afternoon when he had been watching Jack's video and the older teen 
had said those things about Jon being pretty special. At this 
moment, Bryan felt pretty special, and as had happened earlier, his 
eyes blurred over with tears.

It took Bryan several minutes to get his emotions under control, 
during which time he carefully replaced the chain in the box. Wiping 
his eyes, he had a quick look in the mirror to make sure that it 
didn't look like he'd been crying or anything, and then, taking the 
gift with him, he went out onto the landing.

The door to Robert's room was slightly ajar. Bryan gave a light tap 
and pushed it open. Robert was laid back on his bed reading a 
magazine. He sat up as he saw Bryan.

"I thought you were grounded?" Bryan stepped into the room.

"I am. Dad took me into town."

"Dad?" Suddenly it all made sense. Bryan should have realised 
straightaway. He felt a pang of bitter, almost painful 
disappointment. "Oh, so this was all Dad's idea," he said, holding 
up the box. "I should have known. I bet he even paid for it."

Robert looked momentarily puzzled, then hurt, and then angry. "Is 
that what you really think? I don't know why I even make the 
effort," he spat, glaring at his brother. "For what it's worth, it 
was my idea, and my money. I even picked it out myself. Now I wish 
I'd never bothered. I wanted to say I was sorry, not just for going 
into your room and taking the picture, but for everything else as 
well. But I guess that's not good enough for precious little Bryan." 
Robert looked genuinely hurt, and his eyes were shining with unshed 
tears. He dropped his gaze back to his book. "Just go away and leave 
me alone," he muttered, miserably.

Bryan instantly realised that this time it was him who had messed 
up, and in a big way. The chain really had come from Robert and with 
the false accusations, he had just thrown the gesture straight back 
in his brother's face. It was one of those occasions when he really 
did wish that the ground would open and swallow him up. "I'm sorry," 
he murmured.

"I said go away," Robert snapped, without even looking up.

Ignoring his brother's words, Bryan stepped further into the room. 
He felt totally miserable. He had to try to put things right. Slowly 
he walked over to the bed and sat down. "I'm really sorry," he said 
again, his voice trembling. "It was a brilliant choice. I love it."

Robert ignored him and continued to look at his magazine.

"Robert?" Bryan's voice cracked and he started to cry. "I'm sorry."

Slowly Robert raised his head, and there were tears on the older 
boy's cheeks as well. He forced a smile. "Me too," he said. He 
reached out and took Bryan's hand in his own, holding it tightly.

They sat like this for several moments, looking at each other. 
Eventually, Robert shook his head and gave a grin. "Just look at the 
pair of us." He sniffed and wiped his cheeks with the back of his 
hand. Grabbing a couple of tissues from a box by his bed, he handed 
one to Bryan and used the other to dry his own face.

Bryan used his tissue to wipe his eyes. "I really do like it," he 
said. "Thanks."

Robert gave a smile. "Let's see it on."

"OK." Bryan opened the box and took out the chain. It took him a 
moment to open the fastening, then he put it around his neck and 
fumbled to close it.

"Come here," said Robert, shuffling closer. He fastened the chain 
and then gently arranged it around Bryan's neck, his fingers lightly 
brushing against the boy's skin. "That's it. It looks good."

"It sure does. I love it." Bryan got up from the bed and moved to 
stand in front of the mirror on Robert's wardrobe. Robert got up to 
stand behind him, putting a hand on the boy's shoulder.

"You going to show Mum and Dad?"

Bryan nodded. "Yeah. Let me just go wash my face first though." He 
didn't want his parents to see that he'd been crying.

Robert laughed and gave his brother's shoulder a squeeze. "OK. You 
go ahead. Give me a shout when you're ready and I'll come down with 
you."

Bryan smiled as he went to the bathroom. He felt better than he had 
in quite some time.




"Come on; tell me what Damian was talking to you about?"

Jack suppressed a groan. They had only just walked into their 
bedroom and already Jon was starting with the questions. Still, it 
wasn't exactly unexpected. At the least his younger brother had 
waited until they got home and not started the interrogation in the 
car, with their mother listening.

"It's a secret," said Jack, knowing full well that Jon wouldn't be 
satisfied with this answer. 

"Yeah, I know. But you can still tell me. I tell you all of my 
secrets."

"Maybe later," said Jack. "I need to think about it some more 
first." This was true. Damian had offered Jack another video-shoot, 
and the suggested scenario had contained certain elements that the 
teen really wasn't sure about.

Jon folded his arms and set his face in a pout. "It's not fair."

"I'll tell you later, Jon. Just give me some time."

Jon's pout disappeared and looked at his brother speculatively. "It 
wasn't about me, was it?"

"No, it wasn't about you," Jack laughed. "I'm not saying anymore 
about it, so drop it."

"OK, but you'd better tell me later, like you said you would." Jon 
crossed to his bed and opened up his laptop. "Can we watch your 
video again?"

"I guess so." Jack handed over the DVD in its plastic case.

Jon inserted the DVD into the laptop and set the video playing. He 
had a wide grin on his face as he watched the introductory interview 
and listened once more to Jack's reasons for appearing in the video. 
"Did you really mean what you said about me?"

Jack went over and sat down next to his brother. "Why? Do you think 
I might have been making it up?"

"You might have been."

"What do you think?" Jack put his arm around his brother's 
shoulders. 

Jon snuggled up to his brother and then gave a soft giggle. "Jack?"

"Yeah?"

"You know before, when we did each other, and you said we could do 
it again sometimes?"

"Yeah?" Jack knew what was coming.

"Could we do it now while we watch your video?"

Jack glanced at his watch. It would be at least another hour before 
Toby was due home. Watching the video back at the studio had left 
him seriously horny, and someone else's hand on his cock would be a 
far better alternative than doing it for himself. "Yeah, OK."

"Great." Jon didn't waste any time. He lay the laptop aside, got to 
his feet and started tugging off his clothes.

Jack laughed. "Are you in hurry or something?"

"Yeah," Jon giggled, his hands busy opening his belt. "You're going 
to get naked as well, aren't you?"

"I guess so," Jack smiled. He began to undress, following his 
brother's example.

Jon was the first to be naked, and stood fidgeting impatiently as he 
waited for Jack to finish. As Jack stepped out of his shorts and 
stood upright, he noticed Jon staring intently at his groin.

"You look really different now you're shaved," said Jon. "I like 
it." He reached out and ran his fingers across the older boy's 
smooth pubic area then allowed his fingertips to trail downwards to 
first stroke across and then take hold of the teen's flaccid penis.

"Can't you at least wait until we sit down?" Jack laughed, pushing 
Jon's hand away.

"Sorry," grinned Jon. "I guess I really am in a hurry." He arranged 
the laptop in the centre of Jack's bed and then the two brothers lay 
at either side of it, propped up on the pillows at the top. Since it 
was only a single bed, it was a bit of a squeeze, but it wasn't too 
bad.

Jack put one arm around Jon's shoulders. "Comfortable?"

"I am now," Jon smiled. He hesitated a moment and then once more 
took hold of Jack's cock.

They had restarted the video from the point where Damian had begun 
undressing Jack, and as the fifteen-year-old watched and recalled 
how it had felt to be stripped in front of the camera, he found 
himself quickly getting hard. His own hand reached out and took hold 
of Jon's already erect dick, and the younger boy sighed happily.

Slowly, the boys wanked each other. Completely absorbed by the scene 
that was unfolding on the computer screen, they were both giving 
soft groans of pleasure.

"I wish that were me," Jon sighed, as he watched Damian slowly 
masturbate Jack's cock.

"It did feel amazing," Jack admitted.

"Wasn't it scary, being all tied up like that?"

"Yeah, a bit. But that's one of the things that made it so hot."

Jon was silent for a moment as if thinking about this. "I'm going to 
ask Damian if I can do a scene where I'm tied up. Maybe he'd let me 
and you do one together."

"Maybe," said Jack. "He did seem keen on getting us to do something 
together. I'm not sure about a tie-up scene though. We'll have to 
see."

"I've got an even better idea," said Jon. He stopped his stroking, 
gripping Jack's cock tightly. "We could do it here at home."

"We can't do a video here."

"I didn't mean a video. I just meant the tying up."

Jack looked at his brother. "I don't know about that," he said, 
uncertainly.

"Please, Jack. It'll be fun. You can tie me up and then you can jerk 
me off. Please say you'll do it."

Jack hesitated, not sure that he liked the idea, but Jon was looking 
at him intently, with a pleading expression. "Alright, I'll think 
about it. But let's forget it for now and concentrate on what we're 
doing."

"Sure," Jon grinned, resuming his stroking.

Both boys again lapsed into a silence broken only by soft sighs and 
groans. On the video, Jack was now getting close to orgasm, and the 
teen found that he was also getting there in real life as Jon's hand 
slid smoothly up and down his hard shaft. Both brothers had 
increased the pace of their stroking and Jon was breathing heavily, 
obviously getting close himself.

"You want to cum?" Jack whispered, breathlessly.

"Uh-huh."

"Let's go for it then." Jack worked Jon's slim shaft, stoking hard 
and fast, in an effort to take his brother over the edge. Jon 
responded, his fist tight around Jack's larger tool. Jack closed his 
eyes, concentrating entirely on the sensations coming from him cock. 
"Oh, shit!" he groaned, through clenched teeth. He lifted his hips 
up from the bed, pushing upwards as all of his muscles tensed. 
"Argghhh!" Intense pressure built in his groin and erupted upwards 
and he felt his cum splash across his tight stomach. Even as this 
happened, he kept his hand moving, wanking his younger brother. The 
throbbing beneath his fingers and the groans from the young teen 
lying next to him told Jack that Jon had just reached his own 
orgasm.

Their stroking slowed and stopped and they lay together, breathing 
heavily. 

On the video, the action was drawing to a close, and Jack hung 
there, exhausted, looking as though the only thing that was keeping 
him upright was the fact that his wrists were bound to the bar over 
his head. Damian leaned in and the camera zoomed in close as Damian 
and Jack kissed, the interplay of their tongues clearly visible on 
the laptop's screen.

Next to Jack on the bed, Jon gave a low sigh. "Jack, will you kiss 
me like that?"

Jack tensed. "I don't think so."

"Why not?"

"Because..." Jack didn't finish because he realised that he didn't 
have a good reason to deny the boy his request.

"Please Jack. You did it with Damian."

"That was pretend."

"So pretend with me."

Jack looked intently into his brother's face, studying Jon's 
expression. Then, with a soft smile, he leaned towards the boy. His 
mouth opened slightly and Jon moved towards him, their lips 
touching.

Kissing Jon was nothing at all like kissing Damian. Damian had been 
experienced, even forceful, and completely in control, whereas Jon 
was nervous and eager. However, Jack discovered an intensity in this 
kiss that was even more electric than his kiss with Damian had been. 
Their mouths locked together and Jack felt his brother's tongue 
dancing with his own. Jack's arms went around Jon's neck and, as the 
younger boy settled back, Jack rolled on top of him, their cum-
covered torso's writhing together, their deflating cock's rubbing 
one against the other. The experience was so intense that Jack was 
actually beginning to feel light headed.

Eventually they broke the contact. Jack remained where he was, laid 
on top of Jon, looking directly into the boy's eyes. "Wow!" he said.

Jon grinned. "I love you, Jack," he whispered, breathlessly.

"I love you too, kid," Jack, smiled, and gently stroked his 
brother's face. He gave Jon a quick, gentle peck on the lips and 
then rolled to the side before sitting up. "We'd better get cleaned 
up before Toby gets home."

"I guess so," Jon sighed. He got up from the bed and found the 
shorts he had discarded and started to wipe his front. "Are you 
ready to tell me what you were talking to Damian about?"

Jack gave a laugh. "You never give up, do you? Alright, I'll tell 
you. He was asking me if I would do another shoot on Saturday."

"That's great. What sort of shoot?"

"Another shaving one."

Jon looked puzzled. "How can you do that, you've nothing left to 
shave?" He emphasised this observation by once more stroking his 
brother's shaved groin.

"Will you stop doing that?" Jack laughed, backing away out of his 
brother's reach. "There's one place he didn't get round to shaving 
last time."

"Where's that? He's not going to shave your head?"

"No chance! No, he wants to shave my backside."

Jon gave a surprised grin. "You've got a hairy backside? Let me 
see." He stepped around his brother to get a look. "I can't see any 
hairs."

"He's wasn't really talking about my bum cheeks," said Jack, feeling 
his face heat up a little. "He was talking about further in; down in 
the crack. I don't think I have many hairs there, but he said it 
didn't matter, it would make a good video anyway."

"Can I see?" Jon asked.

Jack gave an amused sigh, knowing that he should have expected this. 
"You're sick, you know that? I suppose it wouldn't hurt, and if it 
keeps you happy. Hang on a minute." Quickly he used Jon's shorts to 
wipe the drying cum from his stomach, then sat back down on his bed 
and leaned back, pulling back his knees.

Jon leaned in close and put his hands on Jack's arse cheeks, pulling 
them wider apart so that he could see down between them. "Hey, there 
are a few hairs," he giggled.

"I'm not sure whether to go ahead with it or not," said Jack, 
dropping his legs again and sitting up.

"Why not? It sounds like it might be fun."

Jack hesitated, wondering whether to tell the boy the rest. He 
decided he may as well go for it. "There's a little bit more to it 
than the shaving." He paused. "Do you know what a dildo is?"

"Of course I do. I'm not stup..." Jon trailed off, his eyes opening 
wide. "Really? You're really going to do that?"

"I told you, I haven't decided yet." Just the thought caused Jack's 
insides to constrict. Damian had promised him that it would be fun 
and wouldn't hurt at all, but the teen couldn't imagine how you 
could put something up your backside and it not hurt. He'd sometimes 
touched himself back there with his finger while he'd been jerking 
off, and even that had hurt a bit when he'd tried to push his finger 
inside.

"Jack, if you decide to do it, can I come and watch the shoot?" 
There was an excited glint in Jon's eyes.

Jack sighed. "You'd really love to see that, wouldn't you?"

"I'd give almost anything to see it," Jon grinned.


*****

The story continues in Chapter 14: Dirty Dancing. Coming soon. 
 
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