Date: Sun, 13 Feb 2011 22:05:40 -0400
From: Chris Johns <chris-johns@hotmail.com>
Subject: Wanted Chapter One

This is a three part story, already complete. It is also crossgenrational,
but doesn't contain underage sex.

				  WANTED
				  Part 1

				  Wanted
		 Young, attractive males for photo shoots.
Every model accepted for a shoot will be paid on a sliding scale from $50
per hour to $1,000 per hour.

	 Interested? In the first instance call Tyler on 555 5678.

I had put that advert into all the local papers and the two main Gay papers
in our area. I hoped it would throw up some talent for my straight
customers wanting models for fashion shows and the like, but also for my
gay sites and films. I had been using a similar format for years, and just
repeated it in my new location. I had left my existing agency and film
studio in the hands of a senior director intending to repeat the formula
here. I had bought a beautiful new house with pool and brought Jenny, my
housekeeper, with me.

The `phone calls swamped me, I was amazed how many young guys in this area
wanted to try their hand at modelling, and more. I developed a standard
reply.

"Send me an email with all your contact details and a selection of
photos. Be as daring as you like in them."

Wow, were there some hotties amongst the responders.

I genuinely need straight models for most of my contract work. I did some
tutoring of the best ones to make them into cat walk models, of course
those I signed up I became their manager. They were my bread and butter,
well actually much more than bread and butter. I lived a champagne life
style just with this stable of models. The icing on the cake was the ones
that were prepared to go further and they fed my porn empire. I made so
much money out of each model that I accepted that I could afford to give
them a private audition of their talent.

I would bring in five at a time for a look see. The photos didn't always
convey what I really wanted. Those I rejected I paid their expenses and
apologised for wasting their time but they weren't what I was looking
for. Whatever remained I took individually into the studio and worked them
after introducing myself.

Typical example, Mattie was a cute 19 year old surfer boy.

"Mattie, I want you to stand here," pointing at a place in the centre of my
lighted area, "Start to undress and play to the camera as though it was
your girl friend, or your boyfriend." I always smiled when I said that.

"I want models for fashion shows, I want models for magazines ranging from
straight to raunchy gay, I want actors for gay movies. Depending how much
you impress me during this session depends on whether you get $50 for an
hour or $1,000 for the hour, all paid pro rata."

I wasn't going to pay very much for a guy that didn't take anything off,
that would take about five minutes before he ran out of poses, but Mattie
was a star. He almost made love to my camera as he stripped. When he was
naked I started the camcorders and pointed to one telling him to play to
that. The guy was unbelievable. I got hard just watching him, as he got
hard playing with himself

"That's great Mattie, I'm going to up the anti, and join you in front of
the cameras."

I stripped, walked up to him with my hard cock leading the way and told him
to go down on me. Man, did he ever, he was something else, a very
professional cock sucker. I let him play for a while before I told him to
stand up, turn round, spread his legs and bend over. Minimal lubrication
and I slid into him. No problem. I fucked him to orgasm, boy was he ever a
great fuck. Stood facing each other after I had blown my load in him he
grinned.

"That was awesome youngster. Do you like to reverse what we've just done?"

"Thanks Tyler, that was pretty special, and yes, I'm a happy top or bottom,
I just love sex."

"Mattie, you have a job if you want it at $1,000 per hour, and you'll earn
it."

"No problem, when and where?"

I laughed, this guy was so keen.

"Leave your details at reception, I'll call you in the next 48 hours to
jack up contract meetings."

He realised then I was serious. I gave him a slip of paper.

"That will get you $1,000 cash if you give it to my receptionist."

Actually that was $2,000 per hour because he had achieved that in thirty
minutes.

The next one I thought was the perfect foil for Mattie. Small, cute,
shy. He got down to his briefs before stopping. I looked him over front and
back, ran through the shots I had already taken and realised this boy could
make my audience ejaculate without touching themselves if I could get him
to go further and if he had a nice cock when erect.

"Mika, that looks great. I'll tell you now, you have a job. On present
performance it will be lower end of my pay scale because I imagine we'll
only be able to use you in department store catalogues for now. If you want
to up the pay you need to be a little more bold and erotic." He looked
hurt.

"I've never done anything like this before, I don't really know what else
to do."

"Ok, would you like me to choreograph you?"

"Yes please."

"Mika, I'm going to give you instructions that get you into raunchy, you
stop when I go too far. Now, playing to the camcorder here in the centre,
remove your briefs and go into as many erotic poses as you can think of."

I wandered round with a stills camera keeping out of the line of the
camcorders. The boy was patently embarrassed and blushed a deep red, but he
did it. His poses were boyish and unsure, but as sexy as all get out. He
had a perfect little groin area, I hoped it would grow to a good size so
that I could use him in porn films.

"Now Mika, play with yourself and let me see a good solid erection."

He looked really shocked, shook his head but then obviously thought more
about it and started to jack his member. Job completed and it was great.

"I'm going to get involved now Mika, same rules, stop me if I'm going too
far."

I stripped again and moved in to start caressing his body for a few minutes
watching his eyes. He didn't object but I guessed this was all completely
new to him. When I reached his cock and balls, he gasped but didn't pull
back, the reverse in fact, he pushed his hips forward a little so I dropped
to my knees and took him in my mouth. I would have liked to repeat what I
had done with Mattie but I thought that would be too much for him. I stood
again after a couple of minutes and asked him to play with my cock and
balls.

"Remain standing though Mika."

Very tentative touch, firming up a little as his reserve crumbled.

"Do you like this?"

He looked at me with half hooded eyes.

"I'm not sure, I've never done anything like this before."

I kissed him gently on the lips before dropping back down and blowing him
to orgasm.

All finished and I had one very confused little boy on hand. I took him to
a settee and cuddled him while I talked.

"Do you think you might be gay Mika?"

"I don't know, I've never given it any thought."

"How old are you?"

"I'm sixteen."

Fuck, that was him gone. I couldn't use a sixteen year old in gay porn.

"I'm sorry to hear that, I would love to use you in my porn films but you
have to be eighteen."

"I can get false ID to say I'm older and I'd really like to do it."

This didn't gel, he was suddenly very keen.

"I'll use you in general modelling, but it won't be high paid stuff I'm
afraid."

"Please Tyler, let me do porn."

I wanted to know more about this boy.

"Go and get dressed, see my receptionist and tell her I said you were to go
to the VIP lounge. I'll join you when I'm finished here and we'll talk some
more."

I went through the remainder of my auditions, took on two more general
models for some training but no more porn potential. I wandered through to
the VIP lounge and sat down with Mika. He looked very apprehensive.

"Now young man, like to tell me why you are suddenly so keen to do porn?"

"I want the big money."

He didn't look at me.

"Want or need big money?"

Deer caught in the headlights look. I hadn't been clever, his body language
told me.

"Tell me why you need it."

It took a lot of persuading but eventually I got his story. He was an
immigrant from Eastern Europe. His father had died on the passage over the
Atlantic. His mother was very ill and needed medical attention that they
couldn't afford, also they were living on the breadline in what I later saw
was little more than a slum, hell, it was less than a slum, it wasn't fit
for habitation in my book.

I went home with him. What I saw shocked me. The place was clean and tidy
but it was definitely at the lower end of habitable. They must have worked
hard to keep it looking better than a slum. There was too much damp. Mould
in the corners and almost everywhere that they couldn't reach.

I `phoned my best friend who lucky for me was a doctor.

"Paul could you come over to Flat 214, 1014 E 41st. St."

"Sure Tyler, what's this about?"

"I have a very sick lady I would like you to look at."

He came, he examined Mika's mother and then told me.

"She needs to be out of here, this damp is killing her, I'm not sure, but I
think maybe TB, I need to do more tests."

"Ok Paul, get an ambulance and move her to your clinic. Mika and I will
pack up everything here and move him into my house. Do whatever is
necessary and bill me."

Mika was in shock I think, running on remote. I realised as we packed that
the clothes he was wearing for the audition were his best, and almost his
only clothes. There wasn't much to pack, they had virtually no personal
possessions and very few clothes. I didn't know people could be this poor
in America.

By the time we got to my house Paul was on the `phone.

"I think she's going to be ok Ty, she is very ill and needs complete rest
for some time. I'm feeding her antibiotics and high protein supplements,
her biggest problem is that she's suffering from malnutrition, what about
the boy?"

"I'll sort the boy Paul, he looks fine. I'll keep him here until his mother
is well and then we'll review the situation."

Mika still hadn't said anything. I took him up to one of the guest bedrooms
that was en-suite and told him to stow his mother's things in the wardrobe
and unpack his stuff.

"You can put out personal things Mika, make the room comfortable for
yourself and then join me in my study. That's the room with the big double
doors on the left as we came in."

A tentative knock a few minutes later and he came in still looking totally
bemused. I'd had a few minutes to think as well instead of acting on auto
pilot. What one earth was I letting myself in for, and more importantly,
why?

Seeing him standing in front of my desk I knew why. I was looking at a
beautiful boy who was totally defenceless against the world that he had
been thrust into. I moved round the desk, took him by the hand and led him
to the chesterfield where I could cuddle him.

"All a bit overpowering Boy?"

A nod.

"Wondering why I'm doing this?"

Another nod.

"That makes two of us."

Not true, I knew now why I was doing this. I wanted to look after him, I
wanted to protect him from the world, stupid, or what. I was twelve years
older than him but I wanted to take the place of his father, only possibly
adding a bit more loving.

Now he looked at me, confused.

"I couldn't let you do something that you were totally unprepared for just
to look after your mother. We'll look after your mother here and I'll look
after you if you'll let me.

"Thank you Tyler, but why?"

Ok, truth time.

"Because I think I'm going to find that you are a very special young man
and I want to help you realise your potential."

No point in loading him with more questions and information, more practical
things demanded attention.

"Would you like to eat?"

Ah, universal response to that from a growing lad, who I knew had not eaten
that day.

"Oh yes please."

I laughed, wrapped him in my arms and kissed him on the nose.

"Come on then Tiger, let's see what my housekeeper has left for us."

Jenny always left me enough prepared food to feed an army so I knew there
would be plenty for us.  We ate at the breakfast bar with all the dishes
set out before us and a jug of fruit juice next to Mika. I had wine.

I watched one very hungry boy devour enough for two grown men and sink
nearly half a gallon of orange juice. When he stopped eating I just said
one word, "Full?"

He grinned.

"Oh yes Tyler, that was very good and I was very hungry."

"Ok, shower and bed now I think. Tomorrow after breakfast I'll get James,
that's the man who drove us today, to take you over to see your mother. You
can tell her I'm looking after everything and she isn't to worry. When you
have visited for long enough, James will bring you over to the studio."

I didn't do much photography nowadays. I picked the models for all aspects
of my work but then had dedicated photographers and directors to run the
contracts. I did some of the model training because it was fun, and because
I got to suck and be sucked by some hot young men, and occasionally I'd get
a good fuck as well. Satisfied the lust but didn't do anything for my
emotional stability. Was that why I had jumped at the chance to help Mika?
Was he going to fill an emotional vacuum in my life?

I waded into paperwork in my office and before I knew it Mika was there and
it was lunch time. He was wearing what he wore yesterday. Not much choice
really, his other clothes were going in the rubbish when we got home, but
after lunch I was going to have fun spoiling him.

I did a Richard Gere, "Pretty Woman" routine after lunch. We walked into a
young man's outfitters, one that sold everything, and most of it with
designer tags on it. I got hold of the manager and gave him my credit card.

"We are going to outfit this young man from head to toe and from the skin
out. I want a large dressing room and a lot of attention so that we can
take a serious chunk out of that card. Are we on the same wavelength?"

"Oh yes Sir, I'll bring in my best assistant and have him backed up by two
other assistants, if we need more than that they will be made available."

I shook his hand, "Thank you, I'm Tyler Westbrook, and this young man is
Mika Koslova. I think he may become one of my most successful models in the
near future."

The guy knew my name, hell he ought to, if he put on a fashion show, which
he did frequently, he came to my agency for his models now, and yes they
were expensive, but they were also the best.

Mika was stunned, this was all getting too much for him. I touched his
cheek to get his attention.

"Just go with the flow little one and enjoy."

I turned to the first assistant who was only a youngster himself.

"What's your name boy?"

"My name's Devon, Sir."

"Ok Devon, I want a selection of briefs and hipster briefs to fit this
young man."

The other two assistants were gone at a nod from Devon and came back very
quickly with what I wanted.

"Devon, send those two for shorts, Polo's and Ts. Mika, strip naked and try
some of these."

He looked embarrassed.

"Please Baby, I want to see what suits you best and what you are happiest
with. Devon will turn his back until we have you sorted in something."

I watched him undress, marvelling again at how cute he looked. What a pity
I couldn't use him, well not for porn anyway.

We settled on some really neat hipster briefs. From then on he was
modelling for me and received so much applause from the assistants that
Mika was laughing and blushing all at the same time. I thought then that
the comment I had made to the manager might not be too wide of the mark,
the kid loved modelling clothes, a whole new persona was on show. Before we
had finished every member of staff was watching and the manager whispered
to me.

"When we do our spring show please send this boy, I will pay well over the
odds for him."

Crikey, I hadn't even trained him yet.

We went back to the studio and I pulled in a couple of my directors to
watch Mika model some of his clothes on our in house catwalk. Both of them
looked at me when Mika had finished.

"Where the fuck did you find him Boss, he's unbelievable. Don't train him
for at least a year, let him do his own thing, he looks enchanting. Every
Mum buying for their teenage sons this season is going to fall in love with
him and buy anything he is wearing. Sign him to contract very quickly
before someone else snaps him up."

I realised then that I hadn't even thought about it. I just loved doing
things for this boy, to watch his reactions.

By close of business that day he was signed to my agency for five years,
salary to be negotiated at a later date but $2,000 per week initially. Mika
was totally blown away.

"We need to get your mother's signature on this as well because you are
still a minor."

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A star is born in part 2