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ST: The Agency 02 (M/t,exhib,no sex) 
 
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express permission of the author. The author can be contacted 
at gym@softhome.net 
 
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 2 - Bryan's First Photoshoot 
by 
Gymnopedies

Damian ran a final check on his equipment as he waited for Bryan to 
arrive for the scheduled photo-shoot. The young photographer had 
been looking forward to this for the past several days, ever since 
he had first met Bryan when the boy had come for his interview with 
Sean. Bryan seemed like a really nice kid, and he was certainly 
cute, and Damian was immensely pleased that the boy had been 
assigned to him. After spending six months working as an assistant 
to the other staff photographers, it felt great to be finally 
getting boys of his own. Now was his chance to really prove himself 
and to show what he could do, and he was determined to make a 
success of the job.

Damian was one of five staff photographers working for "Boys On 
View", and at just twenty years old he was by far the youngest and 
the least experienced. Though one advantage that he did have over 
the others was the massive amount of experience that he had gained 
working as a model. He had been introduced to the business at the 
age of five, and by the age of nine or ten he had done almost 
everything there was to do, and whilst most of it had been fun, some 
of it had been extremely unpleasant. There had been no agency to 
look after Damian's interests, and no mentor to take care of him, 
and even worse, he had not seen a penny of the huge income that he 
had earned over the years; the whole lot had been drunk away by his 
alcoholic father. Things had only started to change when Damian had 
met Sean. Sean was just starting "Boys On View" and was looking for 
models, and whilst Damian, then eighteen years old, had been right 
at the upper end of the preferred age range, Sean had taken him on 
anyway, valuing the boy's huge experience. However, because of his 
age, the work had soon started to dry up, and so, six months ago, 
Sean had offered him the position of trainee photographer.

Now, at last, the training was over and Damian was ready to go solo. 
He had his first two boys assigned to him and it was now up to him 
to gradually train them and bring them to their full potential. It 
would take a while, but he was confident that he was up to the task.

All of the equipment appeared to be ready. Now all that Damian 
needed was his model. He sat down at his computer to do some editing 
work while he waited.




"For goodness sake, cheer up Bryan."

Bryan gave his mother a scowl and then put on an exaggerated smile 
and tilted his head to one side in a way that he was certain would 
irritate her. "Is that better?" he asked, sarcastically.

The woman sighed. "I really don't know why I bother," she said, as 
she pressed the button to call the elevator that would take them up 
to the "Boys On View" offices. "I'm doing this for your benefit, and 
you just don't seem to appreciate it at all. If they see you looking 
like that they'll probably tear up that contract and throw you 
straight out of the door."

Maybe that would be the best thing, Bryan thought to himself, though 
he resisted the temptation to say it aloud. He was having second 
thoughts about this whole modelling idea. Though, to be accurate, 
these were much more than second thoughts, or even third, fourth or 
fifth thoughts come to that; over the past few days, his feelings on 
the matter had been up and down like a nude trampolinist's tits. 
Once away from the Agency's offices, the idea of earning the huge 
sums of money that had been mentioned had started to seem more and 
more unrealistic, and Bryan had convinced himself that the only 
possible outcome of going through with this would be for him to end 
up looking silly and have everyone laughing at him. Even before they 
had arrived home from the interview, he had made tentative 
suggestions to his mother that he wasn't sure he wanted to go ahead 
with it. But she had, of course, completely ignored him and 
steamrollered ahead with her plans to make him rich, or rather, to 
use her own words, "safeguard his future." 

Bryan knew from bitter experience how difficult it was to change his 
mother's mind when she was set on something, but his dad's attitude 
had taken him by surprise. The young teen had expected his father to 
be totally against the idea. But, to Bryan's amazement, the man had 
approved and had even gone onto the internet that same evening and 
taken out a subscription to the "Boys On View" website. Sitting next 
to his dad as they had clicked through the pictures of the models on 
the site had left Bryan feeling more demoralised than ever; all of 
the boys that came up on the screen were far better looking than he 
was. He'd shared this opinion this opinion with his dad, but had 
been told not to be silly and that he was better looking than any 
boy on there. There were dozens of models on the site, their ages 
ranging from younger than Bryan up to around eighteen or so. Some of 
the models had several photosets. Almost every set contained 
shirtless pictures, and in some pictures the models were almost 
naked, wearing just a pair of shorts, or even extremely skimpy 
underwear. The pictures of a model slightly older than Bryan wearing 
nothing but a pair of very tight cycling shorts, left Bryan gaping; 
the shorts left nothing at all to the imagination, and he could 
clearly see the boy's willy and balls outlined beneath the tightly 
stretched material.

"There's no way anyone's seeing me like that," Bryan had gasped. But 
his dad had just laughed and continued studying the picture.

Things had taken a turn for the worse when Bryan's brother, Robert, 
had heard what was going on. When the seventeen-year-old had 
discovered that his younger brother was going to be a model, he had 
laughed so hard that he had almost fallen over. This, more than 
anything else, had helped to convince Bryan that the whole idea was 
doomed to failure, and the subsequent teasing that he had been 
forced to endure from the older boy had shaken his confidence even 
further.

As he and his mother entered the agency's expensive-looking offices, 
Bryan had to suppress a sudden wave of panic; he felt physically 
sick from nerves. He told himself to stop being stupid, that all 
that was going to happen was that he was going to have his 
photograph taken, but that did little to sooth his churning stomach.

"Hi, Bryan." The receptionist, Carol, obviously remembered them from 
their previous visit. She gave the boy a reassuring smile.

"Hi," Bryan replied. Carol was nice. She was also seriously hot.

"We're here for his 2:30 modelling appointment," Bryan's mother told 
the receptionist.

Carol nodded. "Yes. Damian's ready for you. He's in his studio up on 
the next floor. Go up those stairs and Damian's studio is the second 
on the left; you'll see his name on the door. Go straight in."

They found the studio easily enough. Bryan's mother knocked lightly 
on the door and they entered. The studio was bigger than Bryan had 
expected, consisting of a large, open area, half of which was 
carpeted, the other half having a polished-wood floor. There wasn't 
much in the way of furniture other than a comfortable looking black-
leather couch in the carpeted part and a desk, containing a 
computer. A table stood against one wall, and the rest of the wall 
was taken up by a line of clothing rails, all of which were covered 
in polythene sheeting. There were also a number of lamps on stands, 
similar to the ones that had been in Sean's office.

"Hi Bryan, great to see you again," Damian smiled, getting up from 
behind the desk. "Hello Mrs. Wallace."

"Call me Anne," Bryan's mother replied, accepting Damian's hand and 
giving it a polite shake. 

"OK, Anne it is."

"You'll have to forgive Bryan," the woman explained. "I think he's 
got himself a bit worked up; he's nervous about what's going to 
happen."

"Oh, Mum!" Bryan shot his mother a disgusted look. Yes he was 
nervous, but there was no need for her to go telling everyone about 
it and talking about him as if he were a little kid.

"That's understandable," said Damian, giving Bryan a grin. "I always 
get a bit nervous myself before the first session with a new model. 
We'll both feel better once we've had chance to get to know each 
other. Which reminds me," he said, turning his attention back to the 
boy's mother. "Do you have any plans for Bryan this evening?"

"I'm sure there's nothing that can't be changed."

"Great. I've arranged for Jon's mother to bring him in later so that 
he can meet Bryan - You remember Jonathan, the boy in the sample 
photoset that Sean showed you? I thought that after we've completed 
Bryan's session, I'd take the boys out for a pizza and give them 
chance to get to know each other. After that, the three of us could 
maybe go see a movie. Then I'd drop them both off at home; it would 
save you having to come back and pick him up. I won't keep them out 
late."

"That's very kind of you," said the woman, looking a little 
surprised.

"Well, I do have an ulterior motive," Damian admitted. "To get the 
best pictures, I need Bryan completely comfortable and at ease. If 
we spend some time together he's going to start to feel more relaxed 
around me. Also, it's almost certain that at some stage Bryan and 
Jon will be working together, so if they already know each other it 
will be a big plus."

"Yes, I suppose that does make sense," Anne replied. "How about it 
Bryan?"

"Yeah, I guess," Bryan shrugged. He wasn't especially excited about 
the idea, but at the moment he was unable to think of a decent 
excuse not to go along with it.

"That's settled then," said Damian. "I'll drop him off some time 
this evening. Now, I think Bryan and I had better make a start."

Anne looked like she would have preferred to stay, until Damian 
quickly pointed out that Bryan would probably find it easier to 
relax if she wasn't there, and that she could always sit in during 
some future session. So she gave Bryan a kiss and told him to be 
good and to do everything that Damian told him to do, and then 
finally departed.

Bryan watched her go with a scowl and then wiped the back of his 
hand across his cheek where she had kissed him. He was convinced 
that she deliberately went out of her way to embarrass him.

"She's not as bad as some," Damian laughed, appearing to understand 
exactly how Bryan was feeling. "At least she didn't call you 
'Mummy's little angel' or anything soppy like that."

"I'd kill her if she did," Bryan muttered, sincerely.

"Come on, let's get started," said Damian, giving the boy a grin. He 
led the way over to one of the clothing rail and threw back the 
polythene sheet. The rail was full of all types of clothing, 
carefully arranged on hangers. "This is your rail," said the 
photographer. "This is why we took all of those measurements the 
last time you were here. Everything on this rail should fit you OK. 
This next rail is Jon's, and since you and him are similar in size, 
some of the stuff on there should fit you as well."

"I'm going to have to be photographed in all of those?" Bryan's eyes 
widened. The rail was packed; they would be here for hours.

Damian laughed. "Not of all of them today, no. Some of them we might 
never use at all. What I want to do today is to get some shots of 
you in three of four different outfits. We'll do some open shirt and 
shirtless shots, because they always go down well, and I'd like a 
sequence with you in shorts; maybe something like these." He lifted 
a hanger from the rail and held up a pair of baggy yellow and blue 
shorts.

Bryan pulled a face.

"Don't worry," said Damian. "It won't be anything like as bad as you 
think. We do need to make a big impression with this first shoot 
though. Much of what happens in the future depends on the response 
to your first set when it hits the website. If it bombs, then 
there's a fair chance you won't be asked to do another one. And it's 
a fact that boys who are willing to show some skin do far better 
than the ones who always keep themselves covered up. I'm not about 
to force you into anything you don't want to do, but I am going to 
do everything I can to make sure that you're the biggest thing ever 
to hit that website; and I do honestly believe that there's a fair 
chance of that happening. Let's take things a step at a time and see 
how we get on."

"Alright." Bryan found himself smiling, in spite of his nerves. 
Damian made everything sound so reasonable.

The photographer was searching through the clothing on the rail, 
eventually pulling out a pair of charcoal-grey trousers and a white 
shirt. "I think we'll start off with the 'schoolboy' look; that's 
always popular." He handed the clothes to Bryan. "Here you go. Get 
yourself changed into those."

"Is there somewhere for me to change?" Bryan asked, looking around. 
There was certainly nowhere in here that would give any privacy; the 
only door led back out into the corridor.

"Just change here," said Damian. "Put your own clothes on that 
table; they'll be out of the way there."

Feeling self-conscious, Bryan began to undress. He took off his 
shirt, and quickly pulled on the white one before taking off his 
trousers. He was sure he could feel Damian's eyes on him, but when 
he glanced around, the photographer was bending getting something 
from a drawer.

"You need some socks to match the trousers," said Damian, handing 
the boy a pair of grey socks. "And we have some black shoes here for 
you as well."

The clothes were an almost perfect fit and appeared brand new. The 
shoes were a bit uncomfortable, but Bryan knew that he would only be 
wearing them for a few minutes, so that wasn't a big problem. He 
finished dressing and looked to Damian for approval.

The photographer frowned and shook his head. "You look like you've 
just crawled out of bed," he sighed. "Hold still and I'll sort you 
out." He unfastened the front of the boy's trousers and pulled down 
the zip, then straightened the white shirt. "You've got it all 
bunched up at the back."

Bryan stood in silence as Damian's hands smoothed the shirt down 
over his chest and back and then pushed it all the way down inside 
his open trousers. He tried not to flinch as he felt the man's hand 
slide down over his backside, underneath the trousers, but over the 
top of his shorts. When Damian was happy with the shirt, he 
refastened the boy's trousers and pulled up the zip. Bryan blushed 
at such intimate contact in the region of his groin.

Damian stepped back and looked at the boy critically. "Much better," 
he said. "Can you fasten a tie?"

"Sort of."

"Hmm, it may be quicker if I do it for you." The man picked up a 
black and red striped tie that he had ready and looped it around 
Bryan's neck, fastening it at the front. The addition of a charcoal-
grey blazer completed the ensemble.

"Almost there," Damian observed. He pulled a short comb from his 
shirt pocket and used this to straighten the boy's hair. "You're 
looking almost decent now," he smiled. He pointed to a full length 
mirror and Bryan walked over to look at himself.

"I look like a geek," Bryan grimaced. The school he attended didn't 
have uniforms, so this was a new experience for him. He much 
preferred the casual look.

"You look like a sweet, well-mannered schoolboy," Damian laughed, 
"Which is the image we're trying to create."

"Sweet?" There was more than a touch of incredulity in Bryan's tone. 
The very last thing he wanted was for anyone to think of him as 
"sweet".

"Sorry, bad choice of words," grinned Damian. "But it should get the 
website members going, and that's the important thing."

"What do you mean 'get them going'?"

"I mean get them asking to see more of you, and hopefully buying 
prints; though they are more likely to buy prints of the shots where 
you're showing more skin. Anyway, enough with the questions. No one 
will be asking for anything unless we can give them something to 
look at. Come and stand over here in front of the lights."

As Bryan moved to the spot indicated, Damian picked up his camera. 
The photographer moved around, looking at Bryan from different 
angles and then frowned. He put the camera back down again and took 
a small box from his desk drawer. Taking a soft brush from the box 
he made to stroke the brush across Bryan's face.

"What're you doing?" Bryan demanded, automatically pulling back.

"Hold still," said Damian. "It's just a little bit of makeup to stop 
your face from looking shiny in the pictures."

"Makeup? I'm not wearing makeup."

"You'll need makeup to cover up the black eye that I'm going to give 
you if you end up with any of this powder on that blazer. Now hold 
still."

Reluctantly, Bryan allowed the man to run the brush lightly over his 
face. He didn't even want to think about what his friends would say 
if they ever found out about this. No one had said anything about 
having to wear makeup.

At last, Damian appeared satisfied. He put away the box, once more 
picked up his camera, and finally started taking photographs.

To start with, Bryan tried to smile, because that's what you always 
did when you had your picture taken. However, Damian soon told him 
to stop this and be more natural, explaining that a smile wasn't 
always necessary and even when it was, it had to look genuine. 
Besides, given the school uniform scenario, a few serious shots 
would be nice. Soon Bryan was asked to take off the blazer and hold 
it over his shoulder, and then to lose it completely. Next Damian 
loosened the boy's carefully knotted tie and unfastened his shirt 
collar. Next the tie came off and a couple more shirt buttons were 
unfastened. Bryan was starting to detect a pattern and was not 
surprised when Damian stepped up to him to unbutton his shirt all 
the way down the front and pull it out of his trousers, letting it 
hang open. Strangely, this didn't feel quite as bad as Bryan had 
expected, and he found that he was enjoying himself. They did a few 
shots with the tie back on, hanging down over his bare chest, and 
then Damian asked him to remove the shirt completely. He had been 
dreading this part, but now that they were here, he realised that he 
actually didn't feel too bad about it. He knew a lot of this was 
down to Damian; the photographer spoke to him constantly, reassuring 
him, joking with him and making him laugh.

"Almost done with this set," said Damian, eventually, just as Bryan 
was starting to think that there would be no end to the photographs 
of him with his shirt off. "I want to finish with a couple of 
teasers; something that hints that there might be much more to come. 
I noticed that you're wearing grey under-shorts."

Bryan nodded. The shorts were in fact the only item of his own 
clothing that he still wore. "Why?" he asked suspiciously.

"Don't worry, we're not going for anything extreme," Damian grinned. 
"I just want to give them a flash of underwear. Unfasten your 
trousers and pull the zip about half way down, then pull the front 
of the trousers open."

"I don't know..."

"Come on, Bryan. You have to trust me. These last few in this set 
are sure to get them begging for more. I'm only asking you to show 
the top of your shorts."

"Yeah, OK then," Bryan agreed. He did as requested, holding the 
front of his trousers open.

"That's perfect," said Damian. "Now look straight into the camera. 
Open your lips a fraction more. Good. Now turn just a little to the 
side and twist around so that you're facing me. Perfect. Now let go 
of your trousers; don't worry they won't fall down. Put your arms up 
behind your head and get those elbows back. Wow! OK, that should do 
it for that one." He laid his camera on the desk and went over to 
the clothes rail. "I think we'll do the 'soccer player' next; we'll 
put you in some shorts and give them chance to see your legs."

While Damian sorted out the next outfit, Bryan took off the 
remainder of the schoolboy clothes, folding the trousers as best he 
could and laying them on the table next to his own clothing. He 
stood in just his grey, soft-cotton shorts, feeling almost naked, as 
he waited for the man to hand him something else to put on.

The 'soccer player' outfit consisted of a red shirt, with white 
highlights, and red shorts and socks. The addition of a pair of 
black and white training shoes and a simulated leather ball made the 
outfit complete. Bryan quickly put on the clothes and waited 
patiently as Damian once more touched up his hair. The boy was 
already starting to realise that there was far more to this 
modelling business than he had first thought. Damian paid attention 
to the minutest detail; all the clothing had to hang just right and 
not be twisted or anything, not a hair was allowed to be out of 
place, nothing escaped the man's critical gaze. And that was all 
before he even started taking the photographs. The man's care and 
professionalism went a long way towards building Bryan's trust and 
confidence, and most of the boy's previous nervousness had now gone.

This second set went much the same way as the first, with Damian 
snapping off a whole load of pictures of Bryan in a variety of 
poses, including some 'action' shots of him playing with the ball. 
Soon, however, the ball was dispensed with and it was again time to 
start showing some skin. Bryan was told to lift up the front of his 
shirt to show off his chest and then, and few moments later, the 
shirt came off completely.

The soccer player was followed by a set in smart casual clothes. As 
Bryan looked at himself in the mirror after putting these on, he 
decided that he liked this look a lot. He was wearing dark grey 
trousers, in a style much less severe than the earlier school-boy 
look, and a pale blue, textured, open-necked shirt. It was finished 
off with a gold-coloured chain around his neck; it was only what 
Damian called 'cheap costume jewellery' but it looked good.

"You look great," Damian observed. "Really comfortable."

They did a number of poses in this outfit, and to Bryan's surprise, 
this time his shirt stayed on. When he commented about this to 
Damian, the man laughed and informed the young teen that he would 
get plenty of chances to show off his body in the final set.

The last costume of the day turned out to be the baggy yellow and 
blue swimming shorts that Damian had shown to Bryan right back at 
the start of the session. The boy once more stripped down to his 
grey under-shorts and accepted the garment from the man, holding 
them out in front of himself. He was about to step into them when 
Damian stopped him.

"It might be better if you took off the under-shorts first," the 
photographer suggested. "That way, these will hang better; we don't 
want bumps and ridges in the wrong places."

"Do I have to?"

"You do if you want it to look right."

With a sigh, Bryan turned his back on the man and pushed down his 
underwear. It was a strange feeling, getting naked in such 
unfamiliar surroundings. He quickly stepped into the swimming shorts 
and pulled them up, feeling relieved when his private parts were 
once more private.

"Alright, let's have a look at you," said Damian, as the boy turned 
to face him. He stuck his thumbs into the waistband and adjusted the 
garment, then smoothed his hands down over the fabric at the sides, 
before doing the same at the back and front. The latter caused Bryan 
to give a soft gasp of surprise as the man's hand stroked down over 
his groin. "Right, let's get some oil on you," said Damian, taking 
the top off a bottle he had retrieved from somewhere.

"Oil? What's that for."

"It's to make you all nice and shiny."

"You said I wasn't supposed to be shiny," Bryan pointed out, 
remembering the makeup that had been put on his face.

"That was different," said Damian. "You'll look really hot when 
you're properly oiled up."

Bryan wasn't sure that he wanted to look 'hot', but by this stage he 
realised that Damian knew what he was doing and the boy decided that 
it was better not to argue.

Damian poured some of the oil onto his palm, then, setting down the 
bottle, he rubbed his hands together and began to apply the oil to 
one of Bryan's arms. "This will take a few minutes, but the effect 
will be worth it."

It did indeed take a few minutes for Damian to thoroughly cover both 
of Bryan's arms, followed by his shoulders and back and then start 
working on the boy's chest.

The procedure left Bryan feeling a little uncomfortable. Damian's 
hands rubbing the oil into his chest felt really nice, yet at the 
same time it didn't seem right that someone should be touching him 
like that; he wanted to enjoy it, but didn't think that he should.

Damian was still working on Bryan's chest when there came an 
unexpected knock on the door and a woman and a teenaged boy came in. 
Bryan immediately recognised Jonathan, the boy he had seen in the 
picture set in Sean's office, and again on the website when he'd 
looked at it with his dad.

"Oh, sorry. Are we too early?" the woman asked, apologetically.

"No you're fine," Damian replied, his hands still working on Bryan's 
torso. "We're running a bit later than I expected, but I'm sure 
Bryan won't mind if Jon sits in. You don't mind, do you Bryan?"

"What? Erm, no, I guess not." The boy was feeling acutely 
embarrassed at being caught in this strange situation by a couple of 
complete strangers.

"Bryan, this is Jon, the other boy on my list, and his mother, 
Sonia." 

"Hi," said Bryan, feeling the colour rising to his face.

"Hello Bryan," said the woman, with a warm smile. The dark haired 
boy with her gave a shy smile of his own and a nod of his head. "Are 
you sure you don't want me to collect Jon later, Damian?" the woman 
asked.

"No, don't worry about it. I'll drop him off, like I said. I was 
thinking that I might take the boys to see a movie or something 
after we've eaten, so I don't know what time we'll be done. But I 
promise that I'll have them home before it gets late."

"That's not a problem; it's not a school night. Though if you're 
going to be any later than about ten or so, would you give us a 
quick call and let us know, so that we don't worry?"

"I'll do that," said Damian.

The woman gave the boy a quick kiss, and departed. 

"Don't stand there in the doorway, Jon, get yourself over to the 
desk," Damian told the boy. "You may as well make good use of your 
time while you're waiting for us to finish. All those prints in that 
folder on the desk need autographing; sign them all on the corner, 
like I showed you."

"What, more? I did a load last time I was here." The dark haired boy 
wore a look of amazement.

"Get used to it," Damian laughed. "You're the most popular new model 
to appear on the site in quite some time." He turned his attention 
back to the oiling. "Bryan, can you ease the shorts down an inch or 
so for me; if the oil stops short of the waistband you're going to 
look silly."

Reluctantly, Bryan eased the shorts down, but Damian told him that 
he still needed them down a bit further. By the time the 
photographer was satisfied, the elastic waistband was hardly 
covering the base of the boy's dick, and some of his sparse pubes 
were clearly visible. As he waited for Damian to oil the exposed 
part, Bryan was sure that he caught Jon casting covert glances in 
his direction. The teen felt much better when Damian had finished 
and he was allowed to pull the shorts back up to a respectable 
height. That just left his legs still to be done, which was fine 
until he felt Damian's fingers on his upper thighs, under the hem of 
his shorts. He tensed and gave an embarrassed giggle, knowing that 
he had no underwear to protect him and that the man was so close to 
touching his dick and balls.

"What's the matter, are you ticklish?" asked Damian.

"Not really, it just, well, you know..."

The understanding smile that Damian gave in reply said that he did 
indeed know. "Don't worry; that's as far up as I need to go."

At last the ordeal was over. Damian wiped his hands on a towel and 
picked up his camera and Bryan was once more on familiar ground.

The actual taking of the pictures seemed to take far less time than 
the preparation had done and it seemed only minutes later that 
Damian informed the boy that they were done for the day.

"Here you go," said Damian, tossing the boy a towel. "Get those 
shorts off and go get yourself a shower to get rid of all that oil. 
The shower room is next door, on the left. There should be some soap 
in there, if not give me a shout and I'll find you some."

Bryan turned his back and, wrapping the towel around himself, he 
reached under it to pull the shorts down and off. When he turned 
back he saw Jon watching him from where he was sitting over at the 
desk. The dark-haired boy quickly looked away and Bryan was sure the 
young teen was blushing.

The thirteen-year-old cautiously opened the door and peered out. The 
corridor was empty. Quickly, he stepped out and hurried along to the 
next door. It didn't feel right wandering around wearing nothing but 
a towel, and he didn't want anyone coming along and catching him 
like this.

The shower room was impossible to miss, mainly due to the fact that 
there was a large notice painted on the door saying "SHOWER". Bryan 
hurried inside, glad to be out of the public corridor. It appeared 
the shower was occupied; there was the sound of splashing water, and 
steam hung in the air. The teen stepped around a corner and straight 
in front of him was a large, open, shower area, similar to the 
showers in the boys' changing room at school, and almost as big. A 
boy somewhat older than Bryan stood under the water, soaping himself 
down. Bryan hesitated, wondering what to do. Should he wait for the 
boy to finish, or maybe go away and come back in a few minutes?

"Hi," the boy in the shower said, loud enough to be heard over the 
splashing of the water.

"Erm, hi," Bryan replied.

"Come on in, there's plenty of room."

There was indeed plenty of room, Bryan could see. The shower was 
easily big enough for a good half a dozen boys, and probably more if 
they didn't mind squeezing together. Feeling a teenager's natural 
shyness at appearing naked in front of an older boy who was bigger 
and almost certainly more developed than he was, Bryan hung up his 
towel and stepped under the water.

"You new?" the boy asked.

"Yeah."

"I thought so; I haven't seen you around and don't remember seeing 
you on the site. I'm Danny."

"I'm Bryan," Bryan replied, getting his first good look at the other 
boy, who had now turned to face him and was unconcernedly rubbing 
soap under one of his armpits. The thirteen-year-old seemed to 
recall seeing the older boy on the website. Danny looked to have 
dark hair, though it was hard to tell exactly, with it being wet. He 
had an open, pleasant face, and a nice smile. Automatically, Bryan 
flicked his eyes down the teen's body and gave a start of surprise. 
Danny was in good shape, well defined, though not overly muscular, 
but what shocked Bryan was lower down. Danny's body was completely 
hairless; the boy had not a trace of pubic hair, and his dick made 
Bryan's look tiny by comparison.

"This your first time?" Danny asked with a smile.

"Yeah." Bryan wrenched his gaze away from the boy's groin.

"Pretty scary, huh?"

"It's OK," Bryan replied, not wanting to admit his nervousness in 
front of the older boy. He found a piece of soap and began rubbing 
it over his chest.

"Don't worry, you'll soon get used to it. How old are you?"

"Thirteen."

"I'm sixteen. Been with the agency for over a year now."

"You earn lots of money?" Bryan asked. This was the first question 
that popped into his head, probably because the only reason he was 
going through with this was the possibility that he might earn some 
decent money.

Danny laughed. "Quite a bit. There's plenty of money to be made, 
especially when you start doing the commissions and PAs."

"What's a PA?"

"Personal appearance. Not all the guys do that; some just stick to 
website stuff. Some of them even refuse to do nude, which is pretty 
silly, considering how easy it is and how well it pays."

"Nude? You mean with nothing on?" Bryan froze.

"Yeah. Sorry, I should have realised that with you being new they 
probably haven't even mentioned that to you yet. Don't worry about 
it. They won't make you do anything that you don't want. Though if 
you'll take my advice, when they do offer it to you, take it. That's 
where the serious money is. The first time nude is really scary, but 
after you've done it a few times, it's nothing. Even if you refuse 
the shows and commissions, don't turn down the nudes. You look 
pretty good, so you should do well. Who's your mentor?"

"Damian." Bryan responded. His mind was still trying to comprehend 
what he had just heard. Nude, PAs, shows, what the hell was all of 
that about? The thought of posing nude caused his stomach to tighten 
into knots.

Danny appeared not to have noticed the younger boy's discomfort. 
"You lucky bastard. Damian is great; I've worked with him on a 
couple of shoots. I'm with Eric Downs. He's a miserable old bastard 
most of the time and all he cares about is the money. Damian will 
take good care of you. I might even go talk to Sean about 
transferring to Damian myself. Anyway, got to run; I've got myself a 
hot date with a girl who is definitely up for some action, if you 
know what I mean." Danny gave a grin and slipped his fingers around 
the base of his dick and shook it from side to side as if to 
emphasise his words.

Bryan eyes were drawn to the moving dick and he quickly looked away 
feeling his face heat up.

Danny gave a laugh. "Nice meeting you Bryan. Remember what I said; 
when they offer you the nude stuff, bite their hands off. Maybe 
we'll get to do a show or something together sometime; that would be 
cool. See you around." With a wave, the boy stepped out of the 
shower, grabbed his towel, and disappeared, not even pausing to dry 
himself.

Bryan continued to soap himself, his mind racing. There was no way 
he would ever be posing nude. He wondered what these shows and 
personal appearances were. Could Danny have been talking about 
fashion shows? Bryan decided that this was what the older boy must 
have meant; what other type of show would a model be involved with? 
Danny had seemed nice. It was funny that he had no pubes though. 
Bryan knew from his quick glances at the other boys in the showers 
at school, that every single one of the boys his age had at least 
some traces of pubes, and some of the boys even had quite a thick 
bush. How come a sixteen-year-old didn't have any at all, especially 
considering the size of his willy? Danny sure had a big one.

When Bryan returned to the studio he found Damian and Jon sitting 
together on the couch. They looked up as he entered.

"Got rid of all the oil?" asked Damian, with a smile.

"Yeah, I think so," Bryan replied.

"Good. Get yourself dressed and we'll go get something to eat. I've 
left those clothes that you liked out on table for you. I thought 
you might like to wear them tonight."

"I'm allowed to do that?"

"Yeah, of course you are. You can bring them back the next time 
you're here. Best to tell your mum not to bother washing them 
though; we have contractors to take care of the laundry. You're 
welcome to borrow anything off your rail any time you like, as long 
as you take care of it. It's one of the perks of working for Boys On 
View."

"Thanks." Bryan crossed to the table and quickly found his shorts, 
pulling them on before he discarded the towel. He almost mentioned 
meeting Danny, but decided to keep quiet about it. He didn't want to 
talk about anything that might lead to the subject of nude modelling 
just in case Damian suggested that they give it a try.

When Bryan had finished dressing, Damian came over and pulled the 
comb out of his pocket and made to straighten the boy's hair, and 
then he stopped and gave a laugh.

"Sorry," said the photographer. "Force of habit. You'd probably 
prefer to do it yourself."

"No, go ahead," said Bryan with a smile and a shrug. "You do it 
better than I do anyway."

"How about you, Jon," Damian asked the dark haired boy. "Do you want 
to change into anything or are you going to stick with what you've 
got on?"

"I'm OK," the boy replied, in a soft voice. "Unless you think I need 
to change into something else."

"No, as long as you're happy."

As soon as Bryan was ready, Damian checked that everything was 
turned off and led the way out of the studio and then down to the 
car park underneath the building. They climbed into Damian's car, 
Bryan and Jon following the man's suggestion and sitting together on 
the back seat. Jon seemed almost painfully shy, and though he would 
respond if asked a direct question, he didn't make any attempt to 
volunteer anything on his own. In spite of this, Bryan quickly 
decided that he liked the boy; the shy smile that appeared on Jon's 
face every time he looked at Bryan probably helped a lot in reaching 
this decision.

An hour later and the three of them were sitting in a pizza 
restaurant, their bellies full to bursting. They had talked and 
laughed and joked, and Bryan could now see the sense of Damian's 
plan that they spend some time together and get to know one another. 
The boy now felt completely at ease with both Damian and Jon. And 
even Jon had started to open up and, with a bit of prompting, had 
told Bryan a little about himself, revealing that he had two 
brothers, Jack aged 15 and Toby aged 11, and a sister, Rachel aged 
16. Apparently, Jack was cool, Toby was a pain and Rachel was pure 
evil. Bryan explained that he only had one brother, Robert, who was 
17 and a real bastard. They then got into a debate, trying to decide 
who was worse, Bryan's brother or Jon's sister, with the examples of 
their siblings' vileness becoming steadily more exaggerated as each 
boy tried to outdo the other.

"Maybe we should get them to go out together," Bryan suggested, 
laughing.

"Great idea," Jon agreed. "They sound perfect for each other."

"Imagine if the got married and had kids though," said Bryan, 
pulling a face. "The kids would turn out to be REALLY evil."

"Yeah, and then the kids would murder their parents and bury their 
bodies under the floorboards." Jon pulled a face and both boys 
started to giggle.

Damian looked at them, shaking his head, a bemused expression on his 
face. "I don't know about anyone else, but when it comes to evil, 
you two would sure take some beating."

"Do you really think so?" asked Bryan, proudly.

"Definitely. Now, we need to decide which of you is going to pay for 
all of this." Damian waved his hand vaguely in the direction of the 
remains of pizza that lay on the table in front of them.

"But..." Bryan looked at the man in surprise. "I thought you were 
paying for it."

"Me?" Damian looked incredulous. "You two are the high earners, not 
me."

Bryan and Jon exchanged worried glances.

"I haven't even been paid anything yet," said Bryan, weakly.

"And I didn't bring any money; I didn't know I would need any," said 
Jon.

"This was your idea," Bryan added, glaring at Damian.

"So, it was my idea. That doesn't mean that I should pay." The man 
returned Bryan's glare. "The pair of you had better come up with 
something, and quick." 

"Like what? How can we pay if we haven't got any money?" Bryan was 
feeling a rising panic. They'd worked their way through a huge 
amount of pizza and drinks, not giving a thought about paying for 
it. Even though this wasn't a particularly expensive place, the bill 
would be easily over £30. This wasn't fair.

"It's not my problem," said Damian. He looked coldly at the two 
youngsters for a long moment. Then his expression started to soften 
and the corners of his mouth twitched. A moment later he was 
grinning.

"You...!" Bryan picked up a screwed up paper napkin and threw it at 
the man. "That really was evil."

"Wasn't it just?" Damian laughed. "Score one to me, I think."

"We are going to make you sorry for that," Bryan promised.

"I'm sure you will," Damian agreed, reaching for his wallet.

The movie was fun, and by the time they all climbed back into 
Damian's car for the man to take them home, Bryan knew he had found 
himself two new friends.

"Just one more thing before I take you home," said Damian, with a 
smile. He reached inside his jacket and took out two envelopes, 
giving one to each of the boys. "Your modelling fee for today, 
Bryan. And your commission from the sale of prints, Jon."

Bryan eagerly accepted the envelope and tore it open. Inside were 
five crisp £20 notes. "It's cash," he said, surprised.

"Yes, we try to pay all fees in cash, where possible. It sort of 
helps with the book-keeping. It's not something for you to worry 
about." Damian gave the boy a wink.

Jon was sitting wide eyed as he counted through the contents of his 
envelope. "£275," he gasped.

"That's right. And I'm sure there's a lot more still to come," said 
Damian. "From the number of comments and orders for prints that 
we've received, you've been our third most popular new model ever. 
We're going to have to think about doing another shoot. Are you 
available next Saturday?"

"Yeah, I think so," Jon replied, distantly his eyes still on the 
money.

"Good, I'll pencil you in for then."

"When will my pictures be appearing on the site?" Bryan asked.

Damian gave a laugh. "What's the matter, can't you wait to get your 
hands on some commission?"

"No, nothing like that," said Bryan, feeling himself start to blush. 
"My dad told me ask."

"Your dad?"

"Yeah. He's subscribed to the site and keeps checking it for updates 
every day."

"I see," said Damian, with a grin. "Sounds like your dad is going to 
be your biggest fan. That's nice because it means you'll get lots of 
support and encouragement, which is good because there will probably 
be times when you will need it. Tell him that I'm going to have a 
word with Sean and see if we can rush it through and get it online 
sometime this next week. Oh, and tell him to cancel his 
subscription, because all of our models get free accounts."

"Thanks, I'll tell him," said Bryan. He settled back on the seat, 
the envelope clutched tightly in his hand. His first experience with 
modelling hadn't been so bad. It had been much easier than he had 
expected, and he already had £100 in his hand with the promise of 
much more to come. He could hardly wait to see the look on Robert's 
face when he showed him the money. That should put a stop to the 
teasing once and for all.


The story continues in Chapter 3: Jon's Second Photoshoot, 
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