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explicit descriptions of gay sex. The story is pure fiction and is not
based on any actual events.


The Agency: Chapter 19 - Camera Fun
by
Gymnopedies


Damian had been trying to get on with some editing work, but he wasn't
in the mood for it and was finding it difficult to concentrate. Tidying
up images and getting them ready to be posted online was tedious work,
but it was something that had to be done, and Damian's almost fanatical
attention to detail made him an ideal candidate for the job. As well as
working on his own images, he also did some editing work for some of
the other staff photographers, since this supplemented his income until
the commission that he received from his own models reached a high
enough level to provide him with enough money to live on. The way
things were going, that wouldn't be long. He currently had three boys
of his own: Bryan, Jon, and Jon's older brother, Jack. Bryan and Jon
had already become two of the agency's most popular models, and the
photographer fully expected Jack to join them at the top of the charts
when the boy's more revealing sets went online. Yes, things were going
well.

Damian thought back to the previous day and his visit to Bryan's home
in order to drop off some prints for signing. Bryan hadn't been there,
but Damian had met Bryan's older brother, Robert. Robert had been a big
surprise, and had certainly not appeared to be the 'brother from hell'
that Bryan had referred to on several previous occasions. The good-
looking seventeen-year-old had come across as a pleasant, but guarded
and possibly slightly troubled teenager. Damian had liked him. But then
Damian had met very few boys that he hadn't been able to like. In
Robert's case, though, there seemed to be something else. Something
that Damian couldn't put his finger on. He decided that he would like
the chance to get to know the boy a little better. He sighed and
glanced down at his watch. It was almost eleven: time for his meeting
with Sean. He'd hoped to have this batch of editing finished before the
meeting, but instead he'd spent half the morning daydreaming. Oh well,
too late to worry about that now.

The young photographer saved his work and closed the graphics program
that he had been using. He got up from his desk, picked up a folder of
specimen prints that Sean had asked for, and made his way out of the
studio and down the stairs to the reception area. Carol, the
receptionist, was speaking to someone on the telephone, so rather than
interrupt her, he reached down and picked up a pen and scrawled a note
on her scratch-pad to tell her that he was expecting Bryan and Jon for
a photo-shoot that afternoon. She glanced down at the note, smiled and
gave him a thumbs-up sign to indicate that she had understood. Damian
nodded, mouthed a 'thanks' and crossed over to the door of Sean's
office, where he gave a light knock and entered.

Sean was also on the phone. He looked up as Damian entered, and
beckoned the photographer forwards, pointing to the chair in front of
his desk. Damian sat down and leaned back, suppressing a yawn.

"Thanks, Alan. Look, I've got to go; I'll call you back later," Sean
said into the phone. "Bye." He placed the handset down onto its cradle
and looked at Damian, a wide, satisfied smile on his face. "That was
Alan Trent over at 'Beautiful Boys'. He's seen Bryan's nude set and
wants to commission at least three exclusive non-nude sets to use on
their site. I explained that Bryan is totally new to modelling and
we're keeping him 'in-house' until he settles into it, but that if they
are willing to wait a short a while, we would be happy to supply
'Beautiful Boys' with as many sets as they want, assuming that Bryan is
willing."

"That's terrific news," Damian grinned. "I don't think Bryan will have
any problems with non-nude work; he seems to be fine with that. I'm not
sure what's going on with the nude stuff though." His grin faded and he
became serious. "When we did the nude shoot, and he started to settle
into it, he was great. You've seen the results."

"I sure have," Sean agreed. "He looks amazing, and everything about him
is so perfectly natural."

"The trouble is," Damian continued, "he appears to be really unhappy
about something at the moment. Whether it's the idea of appearing naked
in front of the camera, or whether it's a problem at home, I don't
know."

"You think we're pushing him too fast?" Sean asked, concerned.

"I don't think so," said Damian. "I've tried to encourage him along,
but in the end, all of the decisions have been his. And as far as I
have been able to tell, there has been no direct pressure from his
parents. They are supporting him without pushing. There does seem to
have been some sort of issue with the older brother, but the brother
tells me that this is sorted out now. I've got Bryan and Jon coming in
this afternoon for a shoot, so I've asked Bryan to come in half an hour
earlier than Jon to give us time to have a talk."

"Good idea," Sean agreed. Let me know how you get on. What kind of
shoot are you planning?"

"I was originally going to try for some sort of hard shoot with Bryan
and Jon together. Something where they get hard but without any actual
contact. But I've scrapped that idea; for now anyway. I'm going to let
the two of them have some fun with a simple nude shoot. I've got
something in mind that I think they will enjoy."

"OK, I'll trust you on that one," grinned Sean. "Just as long as it
doesn't involve mud."

Damian gave a laugh. "Don't worry, there won't be any mud this time;
I'll keep them both nice and clean. I wish I'd taken a video of the
practise dancing session that we had on Friday. I got Danny to come and
give them a few tips on stripping. But you know Danny. He got carried
away and gave them the full works. The poor kids didn't know what'd hit
them. I almost felt sorry for them."

"I can imagine," said Sean. He went quiet for a moment and all traces
of humour disappeared. "I've heard rumours that Danny is talking about
quitting. He's really unhappy working with Eric. I've given Eric
another warning about the drinking, but I don't expect that it will
make much difference. I'm really not sure what to do for the best. I
don't want Danny to quit, but it's Eric who has built the boy up to
what he is, so I'm not keen on the idea of reassigning Danny to anyone
else."

Damian frowned. "Remind me, what's the number one priority of the
Agency?"

Sean looked across the table at his friend and gave a short, humourless
laugh. "Yeah, I know: The boys. But Eric's been with me right from the
start, and he's a damned good photographer."

"When he's sober. Which is not very often these days."

Sean nodded, grimly. "I'll give it some more thought. It's obvious that
things can't carry on as they are. I think we're reaching the point
where we're going to have to say goodbye to Eric."

There was a short silence. Given the situation with Eric, Damian wasn't
sure that this was the best time to broach the subject that was on his
mind. He didn't want it to look like he was trying to take advantage.
But at the same time, it was something that he wanted to press ahead
with. He took a deep breath. "I've an idea that I want to run by you,"
he said.

**********

Bryan pushed open the glass door and entered the Boys On View reception
area. Carol, who was sitting behind the reception desk, looked up from
her work and gave him a smile and a wave. Bryan waved back.

"Great new set, Bryan. You look terrific," said Carol, as the boy
approached.

"Erm, thanks," Bryan replied, feeling his colour rising. He knew that
Carol was referring to the nude set that had gone online the previous
Friday. She'd obviously seen the update, which meant that she had seen
him without his clothes on. Hot Carol had seen him naked. She'd seen
his dick and his balls and every part of him. He looked at her face and
quickly lowered his eyes. She was looking directly him. His face was
burning.

Carol laughed lightly and she reached over the desk and took one of
Bryan's hands in her own. "Sorry, Bryan, I didn't mean to embarrass
you." She squeezed the boy's hand. "Not that you've got anything to be
embarrassed about. You're so incredibly cute."

If anything, Bryan blushed even harder. But he forced himself to look
at her and he smiled, shyly. "You really liked the pictures?" he asked.

"I loved them," she said. "And so does everyone else by the looks of
things; orders for prints have been pouring in."

Bryan held up the envelope that he was carrying. "I've already signed
loads of them. Damian dropped them off for me yesterday."

"Well, I think Damian will be giving you another pile today," smiled
Carol. "I wish that I could earn ten pounds every time I signed my
name." She sighed theatrically. "You'd better get yourself up to the
studio. Damian's expecting you."

"OK, thanks Carol. Catch you later." Bryan gave the young woman a
casual wave and headed for the stairs that led up to the next floor. He
was unable to stop himself from smiling. Carol had liked his pictures.
She'd seen him naked and she thought that he was 'incredibly cute'. He
started to blush once more. Carol had seen him naked. The thought still
made him squirm a little, but it sort of excited him as well. Carol had
seen him naked. It kept going round and round in his head. He skipped
up the remaining stairs, his smile having turned into a wide grin.
She'd seen him naked and thought that he was cute. He tapped lightly on
the door to Damian's studio and went inside.

Damian was standing by the clothes rails. He held a shirt in his hand
and was looking at it thoughtfully. He looked around as Bryan entered,
then carefully replaced the shirt on the rail and headed over to the
boy. "You look happier than I've seen you in a while," he observed.
"What's brought this on?"

Bryan shrugged. "Nothing," he said, his smile still in place. He wasn't
about to admit to Damian that he had a crush on Carol.

"Well, whatever 'nothing' is, I'm glad it's happened," said Damian. He
accepted the envelope that Bryan held out to him. "Thanks. I've some
more of these for you to sign later."

"Yeah, Carol said that you had. Is Jon not here yet?"

"Not yet," said Damian. "I'm not expecting him for another half-hour. I
wanted time for the two of us to have a chat before he arrived."

"A chat? What about?" Bryan's smile finally disappeared. What could
Damian want to talk to him about? When he'd spoken to the photographer
on the telephone the previous evening, Damian had asked him if he would
come in for a 'fun' shoot with Jon. At first Bryan had been uncertain,
since he recalled Damian saying something about the two of them doing a
shoot where they would get hard, but the man assured him that though it
would be a nude shoot, there wouldn't be any pictures of boners. The
idea of being photographed naked still made Bryan nervous, but
strangely, the thought of a duo shoot with Jon did not make him as
nervous as he would have been if he'd been going solo again. Now Damian
wanted a chat about something. Bryan hoped that the man wasn't going to
try to get him to be photographed hard after all.

"Don't look so worried," laughed Damian. He tossed the envelope down
onto his desk and then put his arm around Bryan's shoulders and led the
boy over to the leather couch, where they both sat down.

Damian was sitting sideways, his right arm resting on the back of the
couch, so that he was facing Bryan. He paused for a moment, looking at
the boy. "How do you feel now about that last shoot that we did?" he
asked, eventually.

Bryan lowered his eyes to hands, which were held in his lap as he
nervously played with his fingers. He looked back up at the man. "It
was OK," he said.

"That doesn't tell me very touch," said Damian, gently. "The first time
being photographed naked is a big deal for most boys. But what usually
happens is that they relax as the shoot goes along, and most of them
end up having a good time. Like you appeared to do."

"I guess," said Bryan.

"But then, the shoot goes online," Damian continued. "They have to deal
with the idea of people seeing the pictures. Some boys find this
difficult; especially the idea of their family seeing them. I assume
that your parents have seen the pictures that went online on Friday?"

"Yeah."

"How did you feel about that?"

Bryan just shrugged. He was finding this line of questioning
embarrassing.

"Have you talked to your parents about the pictures?"

"Only my dad," said Bryan. "But Mum has seen them as well. They'd both
already seen that print that you gave me even before the update
appeared."

"Oh, so you showed them the print?" Damian looked surprised.

"Yeah." Bryan decided not to mention how he'd slapped the picture down
on the kitchen table in front of them in a fit of temper after he'd
found out that his brother had been using it as wanking material.

"So you're OK with your parents seeing the pictures?"

"It's sort of embarrassing," Bryan admitted. "But we've agreed that
only Dad will talk to me about it; Mum never mentions them."

Damian gave an understanding smile. "Do you have any regrets about
doing the shoot?"

Bryan thought about that question before answering. "I did for a while.
But I guess I'm OK with it now."

"Well you certainly looked happy enough this morning," said Damian.
"Before I started to hit you with all the questions, anyway." He
scratched absently at the back of his neck. "I decided to have a chat
with you because there have been times recently when you've appeared to
be extremely unhappy, and I wanted to make sure that it isn't what
we're doing here that is causing you to feel that way. The very last
thing that we want to do here at the agency is to force you into
something that you don't want to do. Modelling doesn't suit everyone;
especially the nude modelling. Admittedly it does pay extremely well,
and it can be a huge amount of fun if you are able to let go and really
get into it. But if you don't find it fun, then the money is not worth
being unhappy for."

"I do find the modelling sort of fun," said Bryan, speaking slowly.
"It's just the idea of people looking at the pictures that I can't get
my head around. Why would anyone want to see pictures of me with
nothing on?"

Damian laughed, lightly. "You're a good-looking boy, Bryan. Some people
enjoy looking at beautiful things."

"Yeah, sure," said Brian, cynically. "You mean they want to look at
them while they jerk off."

"Well, that as well," Damian admitted with a grin. The grin turned into
a gentle smile. "Is that the part that bothers you?"

"I guess." Again Bryan felt his face reddening.

"I can't deny that the majority of people who pay to look at the
websites, especially the nude and the hard sites, probably do so
because of the sexual aspect: that's the nature of the business. You
either have to come to terms with that, or you stop doing the
modelling."

"You're saying that I should stop?" Bryan asked, feeling a sudden panic
that he was about to be sent home and not allowed the chance to do any
more modelling.

"No, I'm not saying that. You should do what you want to do. If you
enjoy it, do it. If it makes you unhappy, don't do it.

"I... I don't want to stop," The words were a reflex reaction. But
Bryan realised that they were true: he really didn't want to stop. He'd
had a great time doing the various photo-shoots and he'd made friends
with Jon and Jack and Damian. Then there was the money, which was
fantastic; even with his mother making him save most of it, he still
had enough to buy anything that he wanted. He knew he would miss all of
that if he stopped now.

"I'm pleased to hear that," said Damian. "But always remember that
everything that you do is your choice. If you don't want to do
something, say so. Also, I'm not just your photographer, I'm your
friend as well, so if anything is bothering you, even if it has nothing
at all to do with the modelling, you can talk to me about it."

Bryan nodded. "OK," he said, feeling a little bit awkward.

Damian reached over and put his hand on the boy's shoulder and gave it
a friendly squeeze. "I met your brother, Robert, yesterday."

"Yeah, he told me."

"He seems nice. After hearing some of the things that you'd said about
him, I was expecting a monster."

"He's OK sometimes," said Bryan. "He's been a lot better the last few
days. We had a big fight last week, but we've sorted it out now." He
gave an embarrassed smile as he recalled the episode in the bathroom
where he'd splashed aftershave on his privates and Robert had come to
his rescue.

"I asked him whether he would be interested in modelling," said Damian.
"But he didn't seem keen on the idea. Which is a shame, because I think
he would be pretty good and there is always a big demand for sets of
brothers."

"He told me he wasn't interested," said Bryan, not at all liking the
idea of being photographed with Robert. "Besides, he's gay," he added,
lowering his voice to a conspiratorial whisper, and immediately feeling
bad for revealing his brother's secret.

Damian started to laugh. "Why should that make any difference? And I
already knew that he was gay."

"He told you?"

"Not directly. But I sort of worked it out. I may have another word
with him and see if I can talk him into giving the modelling a try."

"He won't do it," said Bryan.

"We'll see."

They continued to chat for a while, though Bryan was relieved that
Damian seemed to have finished with the probing questions; the boy had
never been good at talking about personal things. He hadn't been
totally truthful with Damian, since he still didn't feel entirely
comfortable with the idea of being photographed naked. But he did feel
much better about it than he had at first, and now that he'd come this
far he couldn't stand the thought of having it all taken away from him.
Besides, they kept telling him that he didn't have to do anything that
he didn't want to, so if things got too heavy he could always say 'no'.
This silly idea of him being photographed with Robert, for instance. It
would be alright if they both had their clothes on, and Bryan might
even be willing to stretch a point and go shirtless with his brother.
But hell would freeze over before he'd let himself be photographed
naked with Robert. Not that it would ever be an issue anyway, since
Robert was unlikely to agree to any modelling, and besides, he was
almost too old.

They'd finished chatting and Bryan was sitting at Damian's desk signing
prints when Jon arrived. The youngster rushed in, breathlessly
apologising about being late and muttering something about road works.

Damian, who was again sorting through the clothing on the rails, said
that a few minutes didn't matter and told the boy to relax and calm
down, since he was no good for photographs while he was wide eyed and
panting. The man had chosen a couple of outfits from the rails and he
carried them over to the two teenagers. "I think we'll use these
today," he said, holding out a T-shirt and baggy shorts to Jon and
similar garments to Bryan. "Get yourselves changed and we'll make a
start.

Bryan put down his pen and accepted an open-necked, pale blue shirt and
a pair of black shorts with white trim. He moved out from behind the
desk to join Jon. The shirt that Jon had been given was red, in more of
a vest style, with some sort of repeated motif running down the front
in a paler red. Jon's shorts were dark blue. The two boys crossed over
to the table that stood next to the clothing rails.

"Did you do anything nice at the weekend?" Jon asked, dropping the
shirt and shorts onto the table and immediately starting to remove the
shirt that he was wearing.

"Nothing special," said Bryan. "But me and Robert sort of made up."

"You did? That's great," Jon grinned.

"Yeah, he bought me this." Bryan had pulled off his shirt and dropped
it onto the table. Bare-chested, he pointed to the gold chain with its
'B' pendant that hung around his neck.

"Let me see," said Jon, leaning closer. He reached out and carefully
took the pendant between his finger and thumb. "Oh, wow! This is so
cool."

"He actually gave me it last Wednesday," said Bryan. "But this is the
first time I've worn it. He bought it for me to say that he was sorry
for being so mean to me all the time."

"I like it," said Jon. "It looks good on you."

"Yeah," Bryan agreed. "I guess I'd better take it off though." He
unfastened the chain and carried it back over to Damian's desk. "Can I
leave this on here?" he asked the man.

"No problem," said Damian. "It'll be safe there. Oh, and by the way
guys, better take off your underwear before putting on the shorts. For
this shoot I want you both in the shirts and shorts and nothing else."

"OK," Jon gave a giggle. "This is going to be fun."

Bryan forced a smile as he crossed back to the table. Now that it had
come to the undressing part he was getting nervous again. He kicked off
his shoes and bent to pull off his socks, then stood up and unfastened
his trousers. Jon was already down to his under-shorts, and he casually
pushed them down and stepped out of them, leaving himself naked. Bryan
quickly removed his trousers and considered whether or not to pull on
the T-shirt before taking off his boxers. However, he was annoyed with
himself for always appearing shy in front of Jon, and besides, they
were both likely be naked again anyway in a few minutes, so what was
the problem? He left the shirt lying on the table and pushed down his
shorts.

"Hey, you've shaved." Jon gave a delighted laugh. "Let me see," he bent
closer to look at Bryan's groin.

Bryan had to stop himself taking an involuntary step back. "Yeah," he
said, feeling embarrassed by Jon's close scrutiny. "I did it on Friday
night."

"Cool," said Jon. "It looks nice. Jack shaved me again last night
because mine was starting to grow again; not much, but you could just
see it, and you could feel it. It feels much nicer when it's just been
done." He emphasised his words by running his fingers around the area
at the base of his dick.

"Yeah, good," said Bryan, not feeling at all comfortable standing
around naked and discussing the shaving of pubic hair. Jon gave another
giggle and his hand moved towards Bryan. Bryan felt himself tensing up,
almost sure that Jon was going to ask for a feel. However, at the last
moment Jon seemed to think better of the idea, and he pulled his hand
back. Bryan quickly scooped up the black shorts and stepped into them,
feeling a little better now that he was again covered up.

"Are you guys ready?" asked Damian, approaching them with a camera in
his hand.

"Nearly," said Jon. He finished pulling the shirt over his head and
straightened it. "Right, I'm ready now."

"OK," said Damian, giving them both appraising looks. He absently
pulled at the shoulder of Jon's shirt, making slight adjustments. "What
I want to do today is something a little different. The main emphasis
of this shoot is to have some fun. If the two of you are enjoying
yourselves then that will come through in the pictures and we'll get a
really good set." He handed the camera to Jon. "You ever use one of
these before?"

Jon shook his head. "I've used an ordinary camera, but never one like
this."

"It's dead easy," said Damian. "You just aim it at what you want to
take a picture of, and you press this button." He pointed to a button
on the top of the camera. "I want the two of you to have a good time
taking turns photographing each other. I'll guide you along, but you
can also follow your own ideas as well; just have fun."

"But what if the pictures are not very good?" Jon asked, looking at the
camera apprehensively.

Damian gave a laugh. "It doesn't matter. That camera is only there as a
prop. I'll be taking the real photographs with another camera, though
we may include some of yours if they're suitable. Just a couple a
things before we start: this is a soft set, so we can't use any
pictures of you touching each other down there." He nodded in the
direction of Jon's groin. "And also, since it's a soft set, we can't
use any pictures of boners. If it happens, don't worry about it; we'll
take a break to give you a chance to deal with the problem. So, are you
both ready?"

"Yeah," said Jon, with a nervous grin.

"I guess," said Bryan. He didn't fully understand what they were going
to be doing, but he was reassured by the 'no-touching' rule. The talk
of boners was a little worrying. Jon had, of course, already seen him
hard several times now and they'd even touched each other, but that
still didn't make Bryan comfortable with the idea, and the thought of
being naked and hard in front of Damian made his stomach turn over.
Bryan decided that he wasn't going to let himself get a boner.

"OK, let's make a start," said Damian. "It's probably going to take a
few minutes for you both to settle down and start to relax, so don't
worry if you feel a bit awkward at first. We'll begin with Jon taking
some photographs of you, Bryan." He gave the boy a reassuring smile and
then went over to his desk to pick up his own camera.

Jon took a few steps away from Bryan and pointed the camera at his
friend. He giggled and clicked on the button, taking a picture.

"Hang on, I wasn't ready," Bryan complained. He stood for a moment,
uncertainly. "What should I do?" he asked Damian.

"Anything you like?" said Damian. "Just do whatever comes into your
head. You can be serious, or silly; anything you want."

Bryan still stood there, lost. Every time he'd posed before, Damian had
told him exactly what to do. Now that he was being left to his own
devices he really didn't have a clue.

"Put your hands on your hips and smile," Jon suggested, coming to his
friend's rescue.

Bryan followed the suggestion, since at least it got him started. He
followed up by crossing his arms in front of his chest. Then, stuck
again, he scratched his head.

"I like that one," Jon laughed.

"That wasn't a proper pose," Bryan objected. He frowned at Jon and the
dark-haired boy giggled and took another photograph. "Not fair," called
Bryan, starting to laugh. "You've got to wait until I'm ready."

"If we wait until you're ready we'll be here all day," said Jon. "Lift
up your arm and show me your muscles."

Bryan did as he was told, flexing his arm, and pulling the short sleeve
of the T-shirt out of the way. He repeated this with the other arm, and
then both arms together, moving through a series of body-builder type
poses. After the first couple, he was giggling almost as much as Jon.
"Here, give me the camera and let me take some of you," he said, after
several minutes of what he considered to be silly poses.

"OK," Jon handed the camera over and the two boys changed places.

Jon didn't appear to have any of Bryan's awkwardness. The young teen
went through a series of poses, most of them exaggerated and comical,
including puckering his lips as if for a kiss, and then sticking his
tongue out at the camera.

"Good, you're both starting to loosen up a bit," said Damian, who had
been moving around in the background, taking a few pictures of his own.
"Let's start to make things a bit more fun. "Jon, lift the hem side of
your shirt a couple of inches, just to hint at showing some skin. Yes,
that's nice. Now a bit more. OK, now Bryan, I want you to stand
directly in front of Jon, lift up the front of his shirt a couple of
inches and point the camera up underneath."

"Like this?" Bryan asked, following the photographer's instructions.

"Yeah, that's it," said Damian. "But look like you're enjoying
yourself. Let's have some more of that type of picture. I'll leave it
up to the two of you to see what you can come up with."

"Let me do it," said Jon, taking the camera back. He immediately lifted
the front of Bryan's shirt all the way up and took a picture of the
boy's chest.

"That's more like it," laughed Damian. "That look on your face, Bryan,
was priceless."

"Thanks," said Bryan, sarcastically. Jon's action had taken him by
surprise. "You wait until I get the camera again," he told his friend,
giving a grin.

For the next few minutes Jon took photographs of Bryan from a variety
of positions and showing various amounts of stomach and chest,
including some shots of the boy laid out on the floor on both his back
and his stomach. Most of the situations were a little silly and both
boys were laughing happily.

"I've got an idea," Jon suggested, just as Bryan thought they'd
exhausted most of the possibilities. Jon moved behind Bryan and pressed
himself up close to Bryan's back, looking over the boy's shoulder. He
held the camera out at arms length, pointing towards both of their
faces and clicked the button.

"Good one," said Damian. "Hold onto that pose for a moment, but Bryan,
lift up the front of your shirt, right up to you chin. That's it. Now
Jon, keep holding the camera out, pointing towards you both, and run
your other hand over Bryan's chest. Perfect. Now move your hand down
onto Bryan's stomach. Good. Now just slide your fingertips inside the
waistband of his shorts."

Bryan was aware of Jon's breathing next to his ear as he felt the boy's
hand stroking across the front of his torso, and he held his own breath
as Jon's fingers moved down his stomach and then down inside his
shorts. He knew that the boy's fingers were just inches away from his
dick. Damian had said that there shouldn't be any touching, so what was
going on? Then Jon suddenly gave a laugh. He gripped the waistband of
Bryan's shorts, pulled them open, aimed the camera down inside and took
a picture.

Taken completely by surprise, Bryan struggled to free himself from his
friend's hold. He glared at Jon for a moment and then he smiled
sheepishly. "That wasn't fair," he said.

"It was a great picture though," said Damian, who had obviously
captured the moment. "This is working out well. I think it's time to
lose the shirts, guys."

The boys took turns photographing each other taking off their shirts.
They followed with a few shirtless poses and then Damian suggested that
it was time to make things a little raunchier. Jon, who was posing at
the time, took the photographer at his word and hooked his thumbs
inside the front of his shorts and slowly pushed them down to reveal
his dick and balls. Giggling, he wriggled his hips to cause his dick to
shake from side to side for a moment, before pulling his shorts back
into place.

Bryan had aimed the camera roughly in the direction of Jon's groin
throughout this short display and had taken a few photographs, not
feeling entirely comfortable about focussing so much on another boy's
dick. Though at the same time, he was laughing at his friend's antics.

"Take your shorts all the way off, Jon," said Damian.

"OK." The boy put his hand in front of his groin as if suddenly shy and
eased his shorts down his legs and stepped out of them. Then, he put
his hands up behind his head and moved his hips in a wide, circular
movement similar to one of the moves that Danny had used in his dance
routine.

"Pervert," laughed Bryan, taking some pictures. "Do you have to shake
it about so much?"

Jon shrugged. "It's the only thing that I'm good at, so I may as well
make the most of it." He held out his hand. "Give me the camera and you
can take your shorts off."

This was the part that Bryan had not been looking forwards to: the part
where he got completely naked. He knew from prior experience that once
he was naked he'd soon get used to being that way and begin to relax,
but those first few moments of being completely exposed always caused
his stomach to knot up. He waited a moment for John to get ready with
the camera and then hooked his fingers into the waistband of his
shorts. There would be no teasing, like Jon had done; he'd simply take
of his shorts and have done with it.

"Hang on a second," said Damian. "Let's do this one a little
differently. Bryan, just stand with your hands on your hips. Jon, get
down onto your knees in front of Bryan and pull down the front of his
shorts with one hand while at the same time taking photographs."

Jon appeared to like this idea a lot if his enthusiastic grin was
anything to go by. Bryan wasn't quite so keen, but couldn't think of a
valid reason for objecting and so had to go along with it. The sandy-
haired boy looked on as Jon hooked his fingers into the front of his
shorts and slowly pulled them down, at the same time pointing the
camera directly at Bryan's groin. Bryan drew in a sharp breath as he
felt Jon's fingertips come into contact with his soft penis and brush
against the organ as the shorts came down.

"Oops. Sorry," Jon giggled, not sounding at all sorry.

"No problem," said Bryan, not wanting to make a big deal out of it.
After all, Jon had touched him before. He shot a quick glance at
Damian, hoping that the man wasn't about to comment on the contact, but
Damian was still taking photographs and appeared not to have noticed.

As on previous occasions, once Bryan was naked, he soon started to
settle down, and the two boys had a great time taking photographs of
each other in a variety of positions. There was a short pause to allow
Damian time to change the memory cards in the cameras, and then it was
back to business. In spite of what Damian had said at the start, there
was quite a lot of physical contact, though Bryan wasn't too worried by
this as it was all confined to the upper body. One particularly silly
shot involved a close-up of Jon lightly pinching one of Bryan's nipples
between his thumb and forefinger. Another shot involved Jon sucking on
the tip of Bryan's extended index finger. They then swapped around so
that Bryan could be photographed sucking Jon's finger.

"OK, this is going great, guys," said Damian. "Let's get a few more
sexy ones and then we're done. For this next one I want you both to
stand face to face and push your hips towards each other until you're
almost touching. Then Jon, hold the camera about head height and point
it down between the two of you as though taking a photograph of both of
your dicks."

The boys got into position and Damian told them to move closer. As they
both pushed their hips forwards, Bryan bit back a gasp as his own dick
brushed briefly against Jon's. Jon thought that this was highly amusing.

They then moved onto a series of close-ups. In the first ones, the boys
took turns laying on their backs on the floor, their legs open, whilst
the other boy leaned in close and took a dick-shot. These were followed
by similar dick-shots, but this time standing up. Then, Bryan was asked
to take a close-up of Jon's dick, but at the same time touch the shaved
area above it with his fingers as though feeling how smooth it was.
Bryan reluctantly went ahead with this, but quickly jerked his hand
away, giggling, as Jon's penis twitched just a fraction of an inch from
his hand.

"Alright, that will do for those," laughed Damian. "Now just a few more
intimate ones to finish off with."

Damian took the camera from Jon and they did a standing pose in which
Jon cuddled up close to Bryan, his arms around Bryan's chest and his
head resting on the boy's shoulder. This position caused Jon's dick to
rub up against Bryan's thigh. In the next pose, the boys were asked to
hug each other, which brought the entire fronts of their bodies into
contact. For Bryan, it was a strange feeling having Jon pressed right
up against him, and he was acutely aware of his dick pushed right up
against Jon's. He hoped that they wouldn't have to keep this position
up for long.

"That look's really nice," said Damian. "Really sweet. Hold onto that
position, but move your heads back and look into each other's eyes.
Beautiful. Hold it a second. Now I want you to move your heads slightly
closer together and tilt them a little. Open your lips a little a
though you're going to kiss."

"What? Erm, I dunno." Bryan looked around at Damian. The last couple of
shots had been bad enough, but this was taking things a bit far.

"Don't worry," Damian reassured him. "I don't want you to actually
kiss. Just look like you're about to."

"OK," Bryan agreed, uncertainly. His heart was beating quickly as he
moved his head into position. He could feel Jon's heart also beating
hard. Jon's chest pressed right up against his own, and Jon's breath
was warm on his face. There was also something hard pressing against
his lower stomach. Jon's dick?

"That's a beautiful shot," said Damian. "Thanks guys. I think that will
do for now."

With a sigh of relief, Bryan stepped out of Jon's embrace. As he did
so, he glanced down. Jon was sporting a full erection.

"Sorry," said Jon, with a slightly embarrassed smile. Then as he looked
down at Bryan, his smile broadened.

Bryan realised that his own dick was more than half way hard. He fought
back a moment of panic. He'd promised himself that he wasn't going to
get a boner. He shot a glance over at his clothing, which was on the
other side of the room. That was no good. There was nothing he could
do. His face glowing, he felt his cock stiffen to full hardness.

"Well, it's a good job we've finished," said Damian, with a gentle
smile. Don't worry about it Bryan." He looked the boy up and down,
causing Bryan to squirm. "Can I make a suggestion?" He said. "Since
you're both hard, let me take a couple of pictures of you, maybe
individual and then together, just for your own collections. They
wouldn't go on the site. I'd run off a couple of prints for you and the
delete the images. How does that sound?"

"I don't think so," said Bryan, blushing as he crossed his hands in
front of himself in an effort to hide his condition.

"Oh, go on Bryan. It'd be so cool," Jon begged. "No one else would ever
see them unless you wanted them to."

"There's no way I would ever let anyone see them," said Bryan, his head
down.

"Yeah, well, that's fine. But don't you think it would be so cool to be
able to be able to look at it yourself?" said Jon. "Please Bryan. I'm
going to let Damian take some of me, but it would be great to have one
of us both together."

Bryan didn't know what to do. He thought about the print he had under
his mattress, the one where he was naked on the sheepskin rug. He would
often take that out and look at it. It would be sort of cool to have
one where he was hard. But the thought of letting Damian take such a
photograph caused him to feel a little sick.

"Don't worry Bryan, it was just an idea," said Damian. "You go get some
clothes on, while take I take a couple of shots of Jon." He started to
turn away.

"No." Bryan spoke without thinking. "I'll do it," he blurted. "But
you've got to promise that no one else will see them."

"I'll delete them as soon as I've printed them out," said Damian. "Are
you sure that you want to go ahead with it?"

"Yeah, I'm sure."

"Ok, let's do it. Jon, let me do Bryan first so that he can get it over
with. Then, if he wants, we'll do one of the two of you together, then
I'll do your solo ones. It'll only take minute."

"Sure," said Jon. He moved away from Bryan so that he would be out of
shot.

"OK, Bryan," said Damian. "Let's go for it. Let one arm hang down by
your side and put the other up behind your head. That's nice. Turn a
little to your left for me. That's perfect."

Bryan tried to relax as Damian took the photograph, though this was
almost impossible to do since he couldn't take his mind off his hard
dick.

"Now let's do one of you sitting on the corner of the desk," Damian
suggested. He waited a moment for Bryan to get into position. "Open
your legs. That's it. Let your hands rest on your thighs. Good. Now how
about one with you lying on your back on the sheepskin rug?"

"Yeah, OK." Bryan still couldn't quite believe that he was doing this.
He was naked, he had a full erection, and he was letting someone take
photographs of him in this condition. It was as though it were
happening to someone else. He got down onto his back on the sheepskin
rug, propping himself up on his elbows, and watched as Damian dropped
to his knees and took the photograph.

"OK, Bryan. All done. Now how do you feel about one with Jon?"

Bryan looked at Jon, who gave him a pleading look in return. "I guess
that would be OK," said Bryan, more for Jon's sake than for any other
reason.

Damian had the two boys stand side by side, turned slightly towards
each other so that their erections were almost touching at the ends. He
took the photograph. Then he stepped forwards and put his hand on
Bryan's shoulder. He smiled as he looked into the boy's eyes. "You did
great, Bryan. Go and get your clothes on while I do Jon's pictures."

Bryan didn't need telling twice. He hurried over to his clothing and
quickly pulled on his shorts, covering up his aching boner. He was glad
that the ordeal was over. However, as he pulled on his shirt he
suddenly grinned to himself and looked down at the bulge in his shorts.
He'd let Damian photograph him naked and hard. He gave a soft giggle.
That was probably the bravest thing that he'd ever done in his whole
life.

"You OK?" Jon had finished his posing and come over to get dressed.

"Yeah. I can't believe I just did that."

"Feels good, doesn't it?" said Jon, grinning. "I love it. I can't wait
to do more stuff."

"I still don't think I'll be doing any proper hard stuff," said Bryan.
"But it did feel sort of good."

The boys dressed and made there way over to Damian, who was working at
the computer. The printer beneath his desk was humming away busily.

"I'm printing out two of each picture," said Damian. "That means that
you will have two copies of each of your own solos, and one each of the
two of you together. Is that alright?"

"Yeah, I guess so," said Bryan. He looked at Jon. "You won't show
anyone the picture of the two of us together will you?"

Jon frowned. "Would it be OK if I show it to Jack?"

"Yeah, alright. But no one else."

"Great," laughed Jon. He gave Bryan a quick hug.

Damian finished printing out the pictures and he sorted them into two
piles, giving one pile to each boy. Bryan quickly glanced through the
selection of large prints. He realised he was grinning as he looked at
the pictures of himself with a boner. It was a strange experience. He
looked up as Jon held out a picture."

"Here," said Jon, a little nervously. "You can have this one." It was a
picture of the boy sitting on the corner of the desk with his legs wide
open and his dick pointing straight up towards his stomach." Jon looked
at Bryan with a nervous, hopeful expression.

Bryan looked at the picture for a moment and then looked at Jon. Oh,
what the hell? He pulled one of the pictures from his own pile, one of
the images where he was sitting on the corner of the desk, and handed
it to Jon. "Just take care of it, OK?"

"Thanks, Bryan." Jon's face lit up in a happy grin. He gave Bryan
another hug, this time holding it a little longer. "You're the best
friend ever."

Bryan smiled happily. He felt pretty good.

**********

Damian ran through the sequence of images a final time, just to make
absolutely sure that he was happy with everything. It was a terrific
set and the photographer was immensely pleased with how it had turned
out. He'd spent hours going through the pictures, both the ones that he
had taken and the ones taken by the boys themselves, arranging them
into a suitable order, then editing them and where necessary doing a
little touching up. But the end result had been worth the work. The set
showed two young teens having a lot of fun, and Damian was sure that it
would be a big hit when it appeared on the site. He had been pleasantly
surprised at how many of the pictures taken by the boys had been
usable, especially the ones taken by Jon, and he had been able to fit a
good number of them into the sequence. Both of the boys looked
terrific. Jon's posing had a relaxed confidence, whilst Bryan appeared
more shy, yet at the same time incredibly natural. They were both great
kids, and Damian felt lucky to be able to spend time with them.

The session had been a big success in more ways than one. Bryan had
taken a huge step forwards in allowing himself to be photographed with
an erection. Damian hoped that given time, the boy would continue to
relax and lose his inhibitions and eventually maybe take part in some
of the more interesting activities that were available; Bryan had the
potential to be a huge star, maybe even bigger than Danny. Damian would
have loved to have kept copies of the pictures that he had taken at the
end of the session, showing the boys hard, but he had promised that
once the prints had been made, the images would be deleted, and he had
kept that promise. Much of his relationship with the boys was based on
trust, and he was not about to betray that trust.

Finally finished, the young photographer glanced down at his watch and
was surprised to see that it was almost 10:30 p.m. He rubbed his eyes,
wearily, and turned off the computer. It was time he was getting home.
Everyone else had almost certainly already gone, even Sean, who had a
habit of putting in long hours and working late into the night. Damian
stood and stretched, then noted that he was ravenously hungry, not
having eaten anything all day other than a quick sandwich at lunch
time. He decided to pick up a take-away on his way home. He pulled his
jacket off the back of his chair and, tossing it over his shoulder, he
made his way to the door. He did a quick visual check around the studio
to make sure that everything was in order, then turned out the light
and left, closing the door behind him. The corridor was dim, lit only
by the faint glow of the auxiliary lighting that stayed on twenty-fours
a day. This was further confirmation that everyone else had indeed
gone. He reached for the door that led to the stairs down to the main
reception area and gave a start of surprise as the door was pulled open
to reveal a dark figure.

"Eric!" The faint light fell on the man's face. Damian gave a grin.
"You startled me."

Eric frowned. "Trying to earn yourself more brownie-points by working
late?" he growled. He appeared a little breathless and flustered.
Damian put this down to being taken by surprise, since his own heart
was thumping from the shock of bumping into the man in the near
darkness.

"Just doing my job, Eric," Damian replied. He kept his voice cool, not
rising to the man's dig. The last thing he wanted at this time of night
was a blazing row with Eric. "I'm surprised to see you here though. Did
you forget something?"

"Mind your own fucking business. That's the trouble with place.
Everybody thinks they have a right to know what everybody else is
doing." He pushed roughly passed the younger man and headed off down
the corridor towards his own studio.

"And a good night to you Eric," said Damian, softly, with a sardonic
smile. He shook his head and, putting his fellow photographer out of
his mind, he descended the stairs, hurried through the reception area,
and crossed to the main staircase that would take him down to the
underground car park.

The car park was almost as dark as the corridor outside his studio had
been, with just very faint lights widely spaced along the concrete
ceiling casting a dim, almost eerie glow. There were several cars still
there, indicating that there were still people working in some of the
offices above. Damian smiled to himself; unlikely though it seemed, it
appeared that there were people with even less of a social life than
him. The young man crossed to the bay that held his own car, the sound
of his footsteps echoing dully in the darkness. He reached his car and
fumbled in his pocket for his keys. As he was inserting the key into
the lock, he stopped. For a moment he thought he had heard a sound,
almost like soft, unsteady breathing. He glanced around, but couldn't
see anyone. He shrugged and opened his car door, the light from inside
the car providing a welcome glow. He was about to get into the car when
he heard the sound again. Yes, there the definitely someone there. His
heart beating fast, he stepped away from the car, looking around. He
left the car door open just in case he needed to get in quickly.

"Hello? Anyone there?" He kept his voice fairly low.

There was no reply. Had he imagined it? He must have done. He'd spent
too many hours working at the computer without a break and gone too
long without food. No wonder his imagination was playing tricks on him.
Trying to calm his thumping heart, he turned back to his car.

"Damian?" The voice was soft, little more than a whisper.

The young photographer spun around and saw a figure moving out of the
darkness of one of the other bays. The overhead lighting gave just
enough light to illuminate his face.

"Danny?" Damian breathed a sigh of relief. "What the hell are you doing
lurking in the dark? You scared the shit out of me." Then as the boy
moved closer, his relief turned to concern. This wasn't the usual happy-
go-lucky sixteen-year-old that he knew so well. This was a Danny that
he had never seen before. The light from the car door was now falling
on the boy's features, revealing red-rimmed eyes and a large red mark
on one side of his face as though he had been slapped, hard. "Danny,
what's going on?"

The boy drew in a long, shuddering breath. "I can't take it anymore,"
he said, he voice shaking. "Damian, you've got to help me." He stood
for a moment with a pleading look in his eyes. Then  his lips started
to tremble and a moment later he collapsed, sobbing, into Damian's open
arms.



The story continues in Chapter 20: Proposition

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