Date: Thu, 15 Jul 2010 16:43:25 -0600
From: dnrock@rock.com
Subject: Boy Model Coop 4

Boy Model Coop
by:  dnrock)dnrock@rock.com)


Four:

I know our families got a bit of education on this trip.  I think that was
Vic's intention.  They now appreciated just how hard we work.  I know they
think modeling is just show up and strut your stuff, and making
commercials, well that is just fun and games right.  Wrong, wrong, wrong.
It is damn hard work since you have to concentrate on what you are doing
and how it is being done.

Then there are the personalities of camera men, art directors, wardrobe and
make up prima donnas and the like, to contend with.  That is not to mention
the conditions are never what you want, especially outdoor stuff.  The sun
is in the wrong place, the wind is to stiff or not enough, it is raining or
the swell is to high on the beach and on and on.  Richie brought my
homework with him, so he and I had to do some studying.  At least we could
do some of that while on hold for weather or artistic problems.  At least
the sports and casual clothing is less demanding than formal ware or
catalogue work, they are not overly concerned about every possible wrinkle.

My sisters thought we all got to keep the clothing we wore but that is not
the case.  Well mostly not the case, but Vic sees to it, I get to keep or
get replaced more or less what I want.  Anyway in the case of the swimmer,
shorts and sports slacks we had all the models and most of the colors
between us, so each of us had about six changes.  The older boys even more.
Same for the girls.  None of that included the shirts, pullovers, jackets
and so on, you know tops.  We only needed to color coordinate with our
bottoms. The other colors and patterns weren't important to color
coordinate with style and type.  It still took the better part of two days
to run through it all.

After we finished our stills for the day we worked on the moving images.
All digital but still it took time.  At least all we needed to do was what
they told us, with a very limited number of outfits and the editors would
put it all together later.  Wilma and I did a lot of walking on the beach
holding hands or sharing a drink and things like that.  It took two
afternoons and one evening to complete.  We also did stuff as all boys and
all girls: like playing beach volleyball or building sand castles and
running across the beach.  Lots of running across the beach.  I like the
diving into the surf the best.  Man it is hot in Key West, even in the fall
of the year.  Even when we were doing things like boat trips to see the Sea
Manatees, the photographers were on us.  Was I glad Vic took me to Disney
World as his lover and not a model; I couldn't imagine what that would be
like, moving from ride to ride with a small army of attendants.

All of us boys were asked to mix with the girls on these things.  We all
had lots of fun and laughed a lot, even the gay ones.  I guess it is better
to record spontaneous actions and try to use them than to create actions
you hope look spontaneous.  We may only be kids, some of us, but we are all
professionals, everyone of us, boy or girl, knew to keep an eye on the
photographers, mostly the twins and Coop techs.  You don't even notice them
but you are aware of them, so you present well.  I could see my mom looking
at Wilma and I and some of the older girls and women with kind of longing
eyes.  Not sexually longing but longing to be doing that.  I know Vic was
telling her that I had this great camera presence for both stills and
movies.  I think she got the message when some of the non Coop
professionals told her the same things.  Wilma has it too.  I guess Jenny
and Vic had it when they were young.  I think they both still do as they
keep getting both of them in the pictures.  The best part was when I got to
kiss Wilma on the beach for some sunset shots, Yes!

Later Vic told me a few of the profiles were too lurid to be used.  "She
really got your motor running didn't she?"

"Yes, I see it got yours running too."

"I guess, all I could think about was Jenny and I, just a few years older
then you, doing about the same poses but it was by a lake.  We weren't
acting and I doubt you and Wilma were either."

With that he swept my naked body up in his arms.  Carried me to his bed and
gave me another lesson in how to make love to your boy.  It is to bad my
dad couldn't be here.  I know he would have enjoyed the experience like my
mom.  I like him and I like his company.  It is a lot like Vic but a lot
different too.  For one thing he and I don't have sex but we joke and laugh
and can feel his love and affection.  He likes to teach me stuff and I like
performing my best for him.  I guess I seek male approval and I get it from
both my main men.  Of course if he knew Vic and I were sexual with each
other I think Vic would be in a heap of trouble with him, probably dead.
That is not because he has any animosity toward gays or bi's but because
anyone abusing or he thought was abusing his children, would be dead meat.

I doubt that I could explain it to him so he would understand.  He believes
all sex with the underaged is wrong because it must be forced and based on
power.  I realized I have been groomed but I also realize I have never been
forced.  Power is not and never has been an issue and I could say no and
that would be respected.  One of the older boys put it best when he said,
"Sex is an addiction but it comes from within us and we would not survive
as a species without it.  It is a perfectly natural addiction but like all
addictions, needs to be managed."

I guess Vic and I will learn to manage our mutual addiction over time.
Like all lovers we are doing what nature demands of us, bonding and using
sex as the glue.  Like all animals we don't have a choice in this.  We can
choose our mate but not choosing one is not our choice.  Well for most of
us anyway.  I saw some articles and a book by this professor who claims
many animals, mostly mammals, naturally have same sex relationships.  She
sited many examples, sheep, goats, primates and others.  One of the older
boys pointed out, most of her examples were heard, troop or grouping
animals.  In these group's, survival of the males, who often live separated
from the females and juveniles, depends on groupness, sex must be part of
the glue.

Vic told me Uncle Zeyde was a consummate boy lover.  He loved "his boys"
sex or no sex.  Those boys love him, sex or no sex.  That was why he left
and went out on his own.  Not that they didn't love each other, they did
but for Zeyde, he needed the young ones around him.  Zeyde was quite a bit
older then Vic, when Vic went to live with him.  He moved, metamorphosed
from lover to my grandfather, over those few years.  Now at nearly 70 Zeyde
has almost no sex at all, he still has several boys in his home all the
time.  He said that each of us has different needs and those needs change
as we age.  I know I need sex and so does he.  I need that father figure
and he needs the son.  My need for sex will dwindle as will his but our
need for friendship, love, respect and companionship will remain a
constant.  I know he would love to have children of his own but he figures
that will just not happen for him.  He also told me he hoped, but would
never demand or pressure me to have children of my own, so he could be a
surrogate grandfather.  Since I'm only 12, a mature 12 but 12, I guess we
will just have to wait and see.  For now I have the best of all worlds, I
biological father who I adore and who adores me, a lover-mentor man who I
adore and who adores me.  I think I know how those old Greek boys must have
felt.  As I understand it, my situation is roughly the same except my
biological father in those days would be a willing partner in the process
and may even have his own lover boy, possibly even the son of my lover.  Ah
but the times they do change and in some ways remain the same.  Deep
thoughts for a boy of 12.  True, but not an ordinary boy, a special boy,
Vic's special boy.

I talked to my dad on the night before the big show.  I guess mom told him
how thick Wilma and I appeared to be.  He asked me right out if I had
started to masturbate and ejaculate yet.  I told I had and that I sure
liked it too.  He laughed saying he too had started early, compared to
other boys, about the same time, around his 12th birthday.  He wondered if
I needed the sex talk or if it could hold off until I got back home.  I
told him Wilma got my motor running like nothing I had experienced before,
I doubted that we would go beyond kissing on stage for a while anyway.  I
assured him our mothers were doing a good job of keeping us from getting
overly friendly.  Dad laughed at that.  Then he made some comment about
locking up my sisters until after they graduated high school.  I told him
we had a good sex education program at my new school and one learns a lot
at the Coop.  "You know the older boys talk a lot and answer questions if
we have any.  I think they are clued in, since none of them have gotten in
trouble with the girls yet and even if only half of what they say is real,
that must mean lots of chances."  He laughed at that too.

Then he said, "when I was a teenager abstention was not an option and if
you are anything like me it won't be for you either."  He is dead right
about that but don't think he realizes it.  "Look Cart, just use you hands
when ever you feel the need and you and I will talk about birth control
when you get home."

"Ok dad that sounds good.  I think I can handle it, even if it takes both
hands at once."  He really laughed at that one.  God I hate this.  I mean I
want to be able to be honest and up front with him but I know I can't.
Well I can be about girls.  It's not like I am lying to him.  "I love you
dad and I miss you real much."

"I love you to Cart and I sure miss you too.  I don't know Victor Stone all
that well, only talked to him on the phone a few times but I get the
impression he will gladly fill in for me if you have anything you need to
talk man to man."

"Ya, I think so too and I will talk to him.  I won't suffer in silence, not
my style.  I love you dad, thanks for having confidence in me and my
judgment..."

I didn't know Vic had talked to my dad.  I guess I never thought about it.
He must have had to get permission to take me on this trip.

Later that night I asked Vic about talking to me dad.  We were laying in
bed his half hard cock still in my butt, when I asked him.  He kissed my
neck and ears.

"Yes I called you dad and mom too, before I even approached you on the
subject.  I figured it was best if they knew you and I were traveling alone
and ahead of the others."

"My mom too?"

"Sure, to her I mentioned how much you would learn and how this experience
would benefit your future modeling opportunities and so on.  To him I
talked from the business point of view, which he understood immediately.
He and I joked a bit about boys hitting puberty and that was that.  Why?"

"Oh nothing specific he just mentioned on the phone tonight that he didn't
know you very well having only talked to you once or twice on the phone.
He suggested if I needed a man to man talk before I get home, you would
probably fill in for him that's all."

"And you?"

"I said I thought you would too but if I used both hands at once I could
keep it under control until I got home."

"And he said?"

"Ok, he looked forward to having his father son talk when I get home.  I
didn't have the heart to tell him I already knew about all any 12 needed to
know about fucking or being fucked.  I figured you could fill in for him on
that score."

Vic kissed me over and over and felt his penis getting harder and pushing
deeper in.  Oh boy, another fuck, how lucky can a boy be? About a lucky as
me.

The wardrobe mistress is in fact a mister.  His name is Julian.  He is very
old, very short, and very black.  His hair is almost snow white but his
eyes twinkle like stars.  Oh, he is very gay.  Everyone loves him and he
loves everyone.  My little sisters even liked him right off.  He joked with
them and found things for them to try on and made the older girls pay
attention to their playing.  My mother loved him too.  I think the girls
are becoming very demanding of her attention and this offered some respite.
The Coop's hair stylist and make up artist, Art Cook was just as
accommodating.  He too is very gay and effeminate.  In fact, he kind of
minces around like a women.  The females and gay or bi males don't mind.  I
think the non Coop trained straight guys were a little put off at first but
he just charmed them and since he is so good at his job they quickly
accepted his behavior.

I don't know what it is about effeminate gay men that makes straight guys
so uncomfortable.  I guess it is just not having any real experience with
them.  One would think in this business that would not be the case, but
then models come from a host of backgrounds, some are more or less self
taught or just have a lot of raw talent to go with good looks.  That's what
the twins say anyway.  The one advantage, well not the one but one of the
advantages of being a Coop boy, is the attention to detail they insist we
all learn.  You won't ever see one of us posing for a photographer that has
no idea what he is doing or in something that is inappropriate in color or
style for our coloring or body type.  Most of the older boys tell us
younger ones, they often must insist on some artistic control over the
images, especially those that are working as models on a part time bases,
while in school or at some other job.

The twins insist the training we get will help us, in what ever profession
we engage in, later on in life and that Coop alumni are among the most in
demand male models across the industry.

I have digressed again but lets face it, this narrative is just the
ramblings of my brain anyway.  If you are looking for strong plot, try the
Hardy Boys.

Jenny's staff and Jenny were in charge of the evenings events.  I noticed
Vic looked a little bored not being in control, but his job was to hire the
professionals not run the show.  He told me that, you know.  We all did our
thing, literally walking the runway as the MC commented on the color,
lines, style, materials or what ever, as we came out with a racket or skate
board.  That was the most fun, Richie had roller blades and I was on a
skate board, Don and Norman on bicycles and the older boys and all the
girls had other sports equipment, like balls and stuff.  It was fun to
skate along the runway, make a fast turn at the end, stop and slowly pivot
around and skate back off.  Several of the girls with Wilma came out with
skipping ropes and did some tricks as they moved along.  I thought Wilma
was the best but my opinion is not objective, as they say.  You could see
our parents liked the performances and my sisters thought Richie and I did
well, they really clapped for us.  I am also sure everyone sitting around
them knew who their big brother was too.  I know my dad would have liked to
have been here to see me.  I must ask Vic if he can secure up a tape of the
event for him to watch.

For the last walk on we were all dressed in casual ware.  You know school
stuff.  The girls in skirts and dresses the boys in long pants and button
up shirts.  We were supposed to all come running out, in boy girl pairs,
with Wilma and I in the lead, then the whole group would do a tour around
once with the girl on our right side, she would be on the audience side and
a second time with us on the audience; then we would blow kisses to the
audience and wave and run off through the curtain.

One of the last minute changes, a suggestion from one of the models, was
for Wilma and I to be kissing when the curtain opened, kind of like we did
on the beach.  Jenny thought that over and after consulting with our
mothers agreed.  Wilma and I talked it over between ourselves.  We liked
the idea that was a given.  We thought a little ad-lib was perhaps in
order, since this was the last number on the program and everyone would
have already seen this stuff properly displayed earlier on.

We were all lined up and ready the announcer said, "SA Inc. (Sports Apparel
Inc.) wants to thank you the audience, buyers and fashion press for coming
to our presentation tonight.  For our finally we are carrying on the
tradition established by SA, that of presenting all our models an mass.
SA's theme for this year's line is the young gender unified look, in bold
new colors, combined with a mix of new and traditional fabrics.  SA also
wished me to point out that for the first time in over ten years, we have
secured the services of two feature models.  It may surprise you but these
two, Wilma and Carter, are the youngest feature models in the industry and
we believe among the most talented.  Their youth is representative of the
SA spirit and we look forward to watching them mature and change, just as
the SA product line.  Please welcome Wilma, Carter and all their friends."

With that the curtain parted not all the way of course just a little beyond
us.  We were supposed to kiss briefly and run our followed by the others.
It parted, we were in the spot light kissing but we made it a lot longer
and more passionate than we were told to.  The people were already clapping
when the curtain began to open and they kept right on.

I don't know who started it.  It was a male voice for sure: "Carter,
Carter; Wilma, Wilma", it chanted.  Then everyone seemed to join in.  The
more they chanted the longer and harder we kissed.  Even the other models
were chanting.  We broke apart and hand in hand ran down the runway waving
to the audience.  The other models came out right behind us waving hand in
hand too.  Still chanting Carter-Wilma.  So we stopped, well you didn't
think we would run off the end and get hurt did you.  We kept waving, for I
would guess 15 seconds, kissed briefly again to more applause and chanting
and began our parade.

I think it was when we got back stage that the whole idea of being the
featured models, with multi year contracts hit us both.  Wilma was jumping
up and down shouting and kissing me and dancing around.  Well so was I,
kissing her and dancing around.  You don't have to be in this business very
long or be all that old, to understand what being a Featured Model means to
your time, future and bank account.  It would also mean Wilma and I would
be working together a lot more often and making appearances together.  This
was also a multi year deal the announcer said, so.  Wow, I mean wow!  That
has just got to be almost as good as sex with Vic.  Then it hit me.  I will
be seeing a lot of Wilma and we will get to know each other very well and
I'll bet I get in her pants sooner rather than later too.  Oh ya!

Another thought struck me, as I got ready to meet the press and party with
the older models and invited guests.  Okay, being under aged, most of us
would be sent off once the wine and cheese came out.  Now I knew how Vic
was going to swing this guardianship thing.  I had about 200 questions to
ask him but I also knew he would have thought about all the answers.  I had
nothing more to worry about.  If Jenny was Wilma's chaperone and Vic mine,
I'll bet he will be in her pants if not already and well, that just had to
create opportunities.

All the other models were congratulating us, as were our mothers and the
other guardians.  The press was about to mob us but Vic and Jenny turned
them away until 9 am in the morning.  Lets face it, we work hard and being
young we were both tired and overly excited at the same time.  Our mothers
took control and off we went followed by the other under 18 crowd.

Two of the female models offered to baby sit my sisters and Richie's little
brother.  Wilma and I were expected at the under 18, no drinking party
anyway, so our mothers could go back and enjoy the company of other adults.
It was a nice affair with rock music and dancing, food and soft drinks and
about fifty chaperones.  Well that's what it looked like.  Wilma and I
danced a bit but we needed to talk and talk alone.  Sure we like each other
and sure it was great fun kissing each other, especially when we got such a
great crowd reaction.  Sure I wanted in her pants in the worst possible way
and I assumed she found me attractive.  She sure didn't pull away when our
crotches pressed together when kissing or on the dance floor.  I know she
knew there was a big piece of boy meat inside mine just primed and ready
for her.  But that was hormones and lust.  We needed to talk a bit and well
maybe do some more of that kissing stuff too.

"Jenny said not to get involved with you Carter.  She told me you will only
brake my heart."

"Vic didn't say anything about that to me but I didn't really talk to him
about you.  Except to say how much I liked your kisses."

Well that got me several more.  Maybe I am getting the hang of this after
all.

"I know my older sister goes through boyfriends at a good rate, about one a
month and she is always compiling about having a broken heart.  But, she
seems to find a new one within a day or two.  I think perhaps it is over
rated."

"I can't say, no experience, sometimes the older models brake up with their
girl or boy friends, they seem to get over it.  The twins told me that love
is blind so we just keep at it until we find the one we are meant to be
with.  They told me, well us, to just go with the flow since we don't have
any control over that part of our brains anyway."

We both laughed and kissed some more.  God she just does things to me that
I thought only Vic could do.  So I guess we go with the flow.

About that time us 14 and under people were sent to our rooms, the 15 and
16's would get another hour and the 17 and 18's could party until 1 a.m.  I
know this must have kept the chaperones busy but having us all in one
place, at least meant they could control the illegal substances and
activities.  Well some of them anyway.  I felt for those two girls sitting
for my sisters and Richie's brother but I guess not everyone is a party
animal.  Me, I'm just a sex animal, like my Coop brothers.

................................................

Wilma and I are now just 16 and we have been kissed and we fuck a lot too.
I started fucking her about six months after Key West.  Jenny and Vic sat
us down for the birth control talk, adding that we needed to be responsible
professionals.  She is on the patch and I use a condom, even when she takes
me in the ass.  I sure like her and I sure like sex with her.  Her vagina
is a lot different then an anus but still quite nice.  I like her tits too,
they are a lot better to suck on than a man's.  I think it has to do with
volume and density.  Not as dense and a lot more volume.  It took me a
about a year to convince her to try anal sex.  She seems to like it and
even asks for it a lot.  One of the older boys told me most girls don't
like it but he figured they had never been properly introduced.  I made
sure her introduction was both proper and pleasurable.  Vic suggested I try
anal ease, as usual his advice was better than good.

Oh, I am still Vic's boy and we live together full time now.  Wilma and I
both have privet tutors since we travel way to much for regular school.
Over the years we wound up spending about half of it in each others
company.  Once the older boys started to pay more attention to Wilma, Jenny
relaxed quite a bit to the point of not attempting to even hid the fact
that she and Vic were sleeping together.  I was glad of that since I hate
sleeping alone and if she was with Vic...

Anyway when I got back from New York, I went home for another week.  That
is when Vic got me the tutor.  He made all kinds of arrangements for me and
my family.  I continued to spend holidays and non travel weekends at home.
Vic did purchase a Crossfire right after we got back, he always keeps his
promises and he even lets my drivers use it to transport me.  He makes sure
they pay their own speeding tickets too.  As soon as Don got his license he
became my main chauffeur.  After a few months of running me back and forth
my mom started asking him to just stay, so he became part of our family.
That of course was a good thing, since we like sharing our bed anyway.  Don
and I would also help dad in the store.  It was real funny too.  Dad would
just laugh and laugh at all the teenage girls wanting help from Don.

Oh, I guess I didn't tell you my dad runs a big, well big for this small
town, hardware store.  Not a place most teens girls would normally shop.
Some of them would ask for me too but not as many as Don.  Now boys coming
with dad to get a new screw driver or box of nails was normal.  That made
it fun for us because these are the same boys we would swim at the lake
with or ride bikes and play hoops, you know.  I think all the men thought
it was funny once they realized whey their daughters suddenly developed a
desire to accompany him to shop for anything other than make up and
clothing.

Since Zeyde was Vic's only living relative, after some fashion or another,
he would often come with me for holidays when Don was with his family.
When he did come he insisted on staying at the local motel.  My parents
realized Don was gay early on but they seemed cool.  I was a bit concerned
at first about how the boys in the town would relate to him.  I think that
is why my dad thinks all the girl attention is so funny but he never said
anything.  Dad's a good guy, his is cool.  Anyway, Don figured out right
off that he needed to appear to be interested in girls.  I think he is when
it comes to being friends with them.  He sure is nice to Wilma and like me,
he does often work with girls.  Anyway, Don told everyone who asked, mostly
the boys that he had a thing going with one of the models he worked with.
So they all kind of relaxed a bit.  He and I would sometimes date the local
girls for things like Valentines Day dances at the school and stuff like
that.  He is a good dancer too, better then me but I got rhythm you know.
All you need to do is listen to my drum playing.  Now that Don's voice has
completely stabilized, he is a solid tenor.  He sings well and we are
sometimes invited to play with local garage bands.  It is fun for us, fun
for them and got Don accepted in the community.

Since I became one of featured models for SA, our local clothing store
started to cary most of the line.  Even though it is a bit expensive.  Dad
likes Don and takes both of us fishing and stuff like that.  I suspect, as
much as he loves mom and my sisters, living full time with three females,
can get to a fellow.  Of course having my car, okay Vic's sports car to
drive around, at 16 and 17, is a bit of a charge for him.  It also gets the
other boys a bit envious and is a girl magnet.  Well its a boy magnet too
but since Vic and I take care of those needs, a mute point.

When visiting my parents Don and I keep our undies on at night, pants on in
the day time and we mostly stay to oral sex.  Our favorite is 69 that way
we keep the noise to a minimum.

I also moved from the Coop to Vic's new condo, which is right across the
street.  I said I moved, well I kept my room and a few things in it, since
sometimes he had to travel without me and just in the event my parents came
into town, which they began doing about a year later.