Date: Thu, 8 May 2003 19:34:08 -0700 (PDT) From: Daniel Lowenstein Subject: Danny's Modeling Career Part 3 Disclaimer: Do not read this story if you object to sexually explicit fiction. Do not read this story if you are under the legal age in your area to buy such material. All characters are fictional and the creation of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to any person, living or dead, is purely coincidental. Note: This is my first submission. Danny's Modeling Career Part II: Danny Gets Some Advice Danny woke up the next morning and was about to go through his typical morning routine (shower, jerk, breakfast), but stopped and looked at himself in the mirror. He took off his white t-shirt and looked again at himself, this time in just his white briefs. He saw a boy, with some developing muscles in his slim frame. If what his modeling agent and the photographers said about him was true, he was beginning to agree that he was a very good looking young man. One thing stood out as extremely ordinary, and that was his underwear. He didn't feel in the mood for his morning jerk, so it was just the shower and then to the kitchen for some breakfast. Not sure what his plans were for the day, after some household chores, Danny ate quietly and kept asking himself the questions he had in his mind the night before. His best friend, Taylor, was still out of town at his grandmother's, so he didn't have him as an option to get advice. He didn't know what he was going to do, and this problem was not going to just go away. Danny knew he had to do something. He was just finishing dusting the living room, and had vacuumed and did a load of laundry, when his mother asked him if he wanted to do some back-to-school shopping. School was approaching rapidly, with only three weeks left of summer, and Danny needed some new clothes. He suggested that he go alone, and with some convincing, his mother agreed. She told him to save the receipts and she would pay him back for the clothes he bought, unless he decided to buy anything really expensive. Danny knew that he now had the opportunity he had been looking for, and figured it was now or never. His mother had instructed him to get some specific things like dress shirts, nice pants, casual pants or jeans, socks, and underwear. She even dragged him into his bedroom and pulled out an old pair of his underwear to check the condition of them and to make sure he knew what size to get. That was a little embarrassing, and it also made Danny wonder if she would be doing that again, if he stored some new designs of underwear in there. What would happen then? He would either have to store regular underwear in there and hide any other kinds or he would have to tell her (and probably show her) about his other underwear. With all this going through his head, he rode to the mall on his bike. When he got to the mall, Danny got a strange feeling of cold feet as he walked through the men's section of a department store and saw the underwear section from a distance, and of course trying not to look like he was looking over there. He set off for the arcade and played a couple games, hoping they would calm him down. It worked a little and he went back to the department store. He decided to start with the shirts and pants that his mother had told him to get. He tried on about twenty pairs and finally decided on two pairs of dress pants and three pairs of jeans. He picked out some polo shirts, two button-down dress shirts in white and blue, and some sporty t-shirts that he liked. He needed socks, and that was very near the underwear section, so he had an excuse to go over there. He picked out some white tube socks and some white ankle socks. He asked a saleslady if she would hold his selections behind her counter so he wouldn't have to carry all that stuff. She asked if there was anything she could help him find. He began to sweat a little and replied, "No, thanks". Danny took a route back through the jeans so that he wouldn't be spotted going directly into the underwear section. He decided now was the time, but he wanted to glance around the store to see if anyone was in there that knew him. He spotted a familiar face coming into the store, and it was Corey, the blond model from the shoot yesterday, and he was the one who he saw wearing black bikini underwear. Corey was alone, and just as Danny had spotted him, Corey spotted him back. They walked towards each other and said their hellos. Danny asked him what he was doing, to which Corey replied, "Nothin'". Corey asked him the same question and Danny told him he was doing his back-to-school shopping. Corey asked him if he wanted to shop together, and Danny agreed, knowing his window of opportunity was over. Corey asked him what he was looking for, and Danny told him, "You know, the usual...pants, shirts, socks...", and then Corey interrupted him saying, "Underwear?". That baffled Danny. He had never known anyone, especially someone his own age to be so outspoken about underwear. Danny said that he did need some underwear. Corey said, "Cool, let's go look". They walked together to the underwear section. Corey said that he had noticed that he was a white briefs guy and asked him what size he wore. Danny said he was a men's size small. Corey passed him a package of the store-brand white briefs in his size. Danny caught them and said thanks. Corey was about to leave the underwear section when Danny told him to wait. Danny knew this was his best opportunity to get advice and to solve his problem, so he held nothing back. If anyone saw, who cares? He wouldn't get the opportunity again. Danny told Corey that he had always worn white briefs but was thinking of changing styles. Corey's eyes lit up and walked back next to Danny. Danny finally got to ask all the questions he had wanted to ask, and to someone he saw as a peer, who didn't seem bothered by the topic of conversation. Corey even pulled his jeans down on the side and exposed his blue bikini briefs. They walked over to the selection of bikinis and Corey picked up a box with same kind of bikinis that he wore. As they walked out of the underwear department, Danny held his box of bikinis low and with the model photograph on the box turned inward against his leg. Corey noticed this, grinned, but said nothing. Danny went back to the saleslady and said that he was done shopping, and as she set all of his selections on her countertop, Danny quietly slipped the box of bikinis in his other purchases. He was a little scared that she might laugh when she saw the box, but she rang it up without a problem. Danny paid with a check, grabbed his bags of new clothes, and walked out of the department store with Corey. Danny was about to hop on his bike and head for home when Corey asked him if he wanted to get together sometime and have some fun, maybe spend the night at his house. He gave Danny his phone number and told him to call him sometime and they would talk. Then Danny rode home, anxious to try on his new underwear. He quickly went into his room and hid the box of bikinis under his bed just as his mother walked in behind him to see his new clothes. She went through the pants, shirts, and socks, and noticed that there weren't any new underwear. Danny said that he didn't need any, and his mother disagreed. She said the waistband and legbands on his old ones were worn out and that she would pick him up some the next time she went shopping. Then she asked for the receipt, which Danny had forgotten about. The receipt showed that he did buy underwear, and they were bikini underwear! He told her that he had forgotten to get the receipt at the store, but showed her the cost in his checkbook register. Looking a little suspicious, his mother reminded him that she wanted to see the receipt, but she let it go as a mistake. As she left the room, Danny fell onto his bed with relief. That was close, he thought. Now he could have a little privacy and try on his new underwear. He grabbed the box from under his bed, went into his bathroom, and locked the door. He stripped off all his clothes, as he wanted to see himself in just the bikinis. The box contained four pairs, one white, one black, one blue, and one red. Danny grabbed the black pair and pulled them on, but his dick was so stiff that it was sticking out the top of the bikinis. He tried to calm himself down, but it seemed impossible. He turned around and liked the look of his butt with those bikinis on. He was so excited that he knew what he had to do. He leaned against the wall in his bathroom and pulled the front of his bikinis down and began to jerk off while looking at himself in the mirror. It took less than two minutes before he exploded with the most powerful orgasm he could remember. He cleaned up, got dressed with the same clothes he was wearing before, except with the black bikinis on, and walked back into his bedroom and put away his new clothes into his closet. He felt something in the pocket of his jeans and reached in. It was Corey's phone number. Danny had almost forgot he had gotten it. He decided to wait until the next day before he called, as to not look too excited. Still, the opportunity to stay over with Corey was scary and exciting at the same time. Would Corey sleep in just his bikinis? Did Corey's mother know of his underwear preference? Danny knew he had to get together with Corey to answer these questions to help his problem of hiding his new underwear. Maybe Corey could give him some more advice. Part IV: Danny sleeps over at Corey's (coming soon)