Date: Fri, 9 Oct 2020 21:10:17 -0500
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Subject: "Watch Me" by Cutter09 gay adult/youth

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Watch Me
Chapter 1

"Brice, this is my boss, Mr. Dickerson," mom said in introduction.

"Hello, Sir."

"No need to be so formal. Call me Harry," replied the good looking young
man extending his hand to me.

He must have noticed the shocked look on my face. "Is something wrong,
Brice?"

"Uh... No, Sir... uh Harry. I just, well I expected you to be older."

"I get that a lot," he chuckled.

My mom worked in the main office of a grocery store chain. They were
looking for `new faces' to be in their ad campaigns, first offering it to
employees and their families if interested. The ads were to present the
`wholesome American family' in everyday life enjoying food bought at
Dickerson's Foods.

"I feel like I've known you forever. Your mom talks about you all the
time."

I felt my face warm with embarrassment. "Yeah. She tends to do that."

"Rightfully so. You're a good looking young man," he said, his eyes
traveling up and down me.

My face warmed even more.

I've been told all my life I was pretty. Even my grandmother, who most
people would describe as being a `hard woman', said "He's just too pretty
to be a boy." I had also noticed lately people stare at me as I pass, even
turning to look back at me afterward.


"Mom said you need a model for commercials or something?"

"Yes. We're starting a whole new ad program. We need one boy, and one
girl. We already have the `parents' picked out. We've narrowed it down to
you and another boy. Today we're just going to do some still shots of the
two of you to see how the camera likes you."

He waved to someone and another boy walked up. "Ah, and here is your
competition. Mark this is Brice."

I shook the boy's hand even though I somehow felt threatened by him. After
all, Harry did say he was my competition.

Mark was probably a year or so older than my thirteen years. He had dark
curly hair and brown eyes compared to my blond hair and blue eyes. Of
course he was taller and more muscular than me. I'm not a tall kid anyway,
where he was probably tall even for his age.

"Robert." Harry called out to a man nearby. "These are our subjects for
today. Boys, this is Mr. Maple. He'll be in charge of the photo shoot."

After explaining that we would do three wardrobe changes, Robert led Mark
and I to a changing room. There were two portable racks of clothes, each
with one of our names on it.

I realised I would be changing clothes in front of a boy I'd just met. Not
that it made any difference that we'd just met, I'd never changed clothes
around anyone before. Although I had been curious about other boys.

It didn't seem to bother Mark at all. He started unbuttoning his shirt and
toeing off his shoes at the same time. I followed suit, keeping an eye on
his progress.

I have to admit to being interested in how he would look naked, having
never seen anybody naked before. Well, I'd seen some porn on my friend's
computer recently, but they were grown people, not kids around my age. And
not real life either.

Once he dropped his pants, I could see a bulge in his underwear. It looked
bigger than my bulge looked in the mirror, but that was only a guess. He
had a muscular body too, where I'm softer looking.

Fortunately, we didn't have to take off our underwear. Even though I wanted
to see him, I wasn't ready to display myself.

We dressed and returned to the `set'. That's what they call the place where
they're going to film or take pictures.

As Mr. Maple began snapping pictures, I could see Mom standing next to
Harry. Oh the other side of him was a man I assumed was Mark's
father. Occasionally Harry would lean to one side or the other making
comments to each parent.

Mark and I posed for the camera separately and together, then went back to
change clothes again.

"Man I hope I get this gig," Mark said as he undressed again. "It will
really push my career to the next level."

"Career? You've done this sort of thing before?" I asked as I watched him
pull off his pants again.

"Yeah, but only a few local newspaper ads. I started modeling when I was
six. I got this shot because my dad is a manager at one of Dickerson's
stores. After a few commercials for them, I could go national, maybe even
get a movie deal."

Now that he was down to his underwear again, I could see that he definitely
had the body of a model. I probably didn't stand a chance at getting this
job. He looked too much like the boy next door, and I look more like the
girl next door, especially with my long hair. He's what would be called
handsome, and I'm in the pretty category.

We posed for more shots, then Maple called for a lunch break. There was a
long table set up with lots of little sandwiches, fruit, cheeses, shrimp
with that spicy red sauce, and plenty of drinks. Of course it all had
Dickerson's label on it.

Mom and I found a small table to sit at and nibble on the sandwiches,
pretending like we weren't hungry. I don't mean we were starving or
anything, it's just that being a single mother with a low paying job, we
didn't have a lot of extras.

"Mom, I don't think I have a very good chance at getting this job. Mark has
lots of experience and he's good looking too."

"You have just as much chance as he does. And you're just as pretty as he
is. Mr. Dickerson actually asked for you. There were hundreds of
applicants, and he asked me to send in your's. You've already made it this
far. Much further than the others. If you get this job, we won't have to
struggle just to make ends meet. So be nice to Mr. Dickerson. I think he
has the final say in who gets the job."

"How did someone as young as he is manage to build such a large chain of
stores?"

Mom chuckled a bit. "He didn't, silly. His great grandfather started
it. Harry was the head of my department until recently when his uncle
retired. Now he's in charge of the whole chain. He has two cousins, one
works in the distribution center and the other is young and not very
bright. This whole campaign was Harry's idea."

"And he asked for me?"

"Well, I have been showing him pictures of you since you were a baby. He
suggested I send in your application."

I finished off four of those mini sandwiches and a banana before they
called us back to work. When I was changing clothes again, I thought about
what my mom said. I had watched Mark dress, and I watched him during the
shoot. He was a pro. He really played it up for the camera, like he was
born to model. Mom said to be nice to Mr. Dickerson. So that's what I did.

I had no chance against a pro. My only chance was if Dickerson liked me
more. While Mark smiled at the camera, I smiled at Harry. I made sure I
caught his eye every time he glanced my way. But when he would smile back,
there were sparks, and it felt like he was looking through me. I could feel
myself blush and I'd look down shyly, but I liked the way he looked at
me. A couple of times, Maple had to tell me to look at the camera. I would
smile at Harry again before glancing at the camera.

The last few shots had Mark and I posed together. Since he was taller he
was on a stool behind me. Maple told him to grab my shoulders playfully,
and for me to crane my head back and look at him. I did as I was told.

Looking back at me was the upside down face of Mark. He smiled, I
smiled. Then his face softened a bit, and for a moment I thought he was
going to kiss me.


The thought that someone as attractive as Mark wanted to kiss me sent
shivers through me, and I warmed with embarrassment again.

Mapel took some shots like this then told Mark to get me into a head lock
and give me `noogies'. That's what some bullies do to little kids. Grab
them around the neck with one arm and rub their knuckles roughly over the
smaller kid's head.

Getting into position, Mark slid off the stool he was sitting on, and came
around beside me. As he did, my hand got wedged between us, right on his
crotch. I felt the lump beneath his zipper, the same lump I'd seen in his
underwear.

Everyone in attendance was laughing at the antics in front of them, as Mark
`noogied' my head, and Maple took his time snapping pictures.

I was bent at the waist, face toward the ground, and could see where my
hand was caught. I thought I felt movement there, and wiggled my hand
slightly to let Mark know it was trapped. He didn't draw away though.

The soft lump became firmer and firmer, the longer Maple took. As Mark
rubbed his knuckles over my head, I rubbed my knuckles over the lump. It
grew harder, and so did my own. I had never touched anybody there and it
was exciting to know it excited him. In my mind, it was like we were making
a porno, and everyone was watching.

It was very sexually charged, and I enjoyed knowing I was doing something
naughty right in front of people. They were watching me as I touched Mark's
dick, and they didn't know it.

Maple finally turned us loose. Mark immediately pulled his shirttail out to
cover his predicament. I first smoothed my hair down from the `noogies' it
received, then glanced at Harry. His eyes were on my midsection. I looked
down to see my erection was evident also. I know he saw it, which didn't
help, so I pulled out my shirttail.

I quickly followed Mark to our changing room. I hesitated in changing
because I was still hard, but Mark started taking off his shoes, then his
pants. His shirttail still hung below his underwear so I couldn't see
anything.

"You were really good out there," he said standing there in just his socks,
shirt, and underwear.

"Uh... thanks. You too."

He was looking at me expectantly, so I toed off my shoes, and reached for
the button on my pants.

Mark began unbuttoning his shirt. "I mean it. You were really good. You
seemed to be enjoying it, especially at the end. You're a natural."

"Yeah, it was fun."

Especially that last part. I'm not sure if he was aware of the double
meaning to his complement.

I removed my pants just as Mark took off his shirt. I could see the outline
of his hard dick pointing up and to his right. I stared at it for a few
seconds when I realised he hadn't moved.

I glanced at his face and he was obviously waiting for me to return the
favor of letting me see him like that. Slowly unbuttoning my shirt, I
admired his whole body. There is no way in hell I'm getting this job. He's
just too handsome.

My shirt dropped from my shoulders, allowing someone to see me almost naked
and very hard for the first time. We stood staring at each other for a
moment, then Mark hooked his thumbs in the waistband of his briefs. He
pulled it away from his body then down below his balls, letting his hard
dick spring out.

It was longer than mine at around six inches, and thicker too. The helmet
head swung back and forth slightly to the right and very rigid. He had a
small patch of pubic hair that was as dark as the hair on his head. His
balls were smooth and pushed out by the waistband, making them appear
huge. All I could think about was that his dick is just as handsome as the
rest of him.

"Ahem," Mark said, breaking me from my thoughts.

I knew he was expecting `tit for tat', so I placed my thumbs in my
waistband, hesitating before taking the plunge.

Just then the door behind Mark opened, and Harry appeared. From where he
stood, he could only see Mark's underwear clad butt. But I was completely
visible. His gaze lingered on my briefs for what seemed hours before he
said, "When you're finished dressing, boys, meet us out front."

Mark had apparently let his briefs snap back into place when he heard the
door open, because my recent obsession was no longer visible.

"Um... Maybe we will see each other again sometime," Mark said nervously as
he reached for his clothes.

We dressed without another word, and met everyone outside. Harry handed
each of us an envelope with our name on it. "You boys did good work
today. I'm proud of both of you, no matter which one gets the job. You will
be getting a call in a day or two to let you know the decision."

In the car Mom said, "If you get this it will be a lot of help to us. No
matter how much it pays, it will help. Maybe you could even get that new
bike you wanted."

"Mom, I told you there's no way I'm getting this. Mark is so handsome."

"Well, you're attractive too, just in a different way."

"You didn't see him with his clothes off. He's way better looking than I
am."

"You saw him without clothes on?"

"We were changing together, remember,"

"Oh. Well I guess that does happen in these situations, and you're both
boy's," Mom reasoned.

"Mark has done a lot of modeling, and he acted like it's no big deal," I
pointed out.

"I suppose not. Well, I think you have a good chance. Mr. Dickerson really
liked you. He kept telling me how comfortable you looked in front of a
camera."

"Comfortable? I was scared to death. Mark was so much more poised than I
was. Even Mr. Maple liked him more."

"Maybe, but it's only Mr. Dickerson you have to please. He's in charge of
everything. What's that he gave you?"

I opened the envelope and looked inside.

"Holy shit!"

"Brice!"

"Sorry, Mom. But look," I said, pulling out a stack of hundred dollar
bills.

"Holy shit!" Mom repeated.

I counted it. "There's two thousand dollars here."

"That's almost as much as I take home in a month," Mom said in shock.

I slid the envelope with the cash into her purse.

When we got home I went straight to my room. I had a lot to think about. My
first time undressing in front of someone, first time someone undressed in
front of me. Seeing Mark's dick, him almost seeing mine. The raging
erection it caused. How much I liked feeling his eyes on me. Not just Mark
either, Mr. Dickerson too. He saw me practically naked too.

I unbuttoned my jeans and slipped my hand inside. I was hard instantly. I
had been jacking off for a couple of years, and only recently produced a
few drops of cum.

I stood and looked at myself in the mirror. I think I'm too thin. My hair
looks like a grown out `shag' cut. I have a mole on my lip "Just like
Marilyn Monroe" my mom says. My dick was almost five inches ( ok, four and
a half last time I measured), I also have a couple of hairs sprouting down
there.

But Mark's just looked better than mine. Bigger for sure, and more
masculine. Maybe because he had more hair, or because it was so much
thicker too. Or it could be because the head of his dick was wide and
rounder than my pointier one.

Laying down on my bed with images of Mark's hard dick waving in front of my
mind's eye, and remembering the feel of it on my knuckles, I started
stroking. I wondered what would have happened if Mr. Dickerson hadn't come
in. I was going to show Mark my dick. Would he like seeing it as much as I
liked seeing his? Would he touch it? I would have touched his if I had the
chance. Maybe we would've jerked off together. I wondered if he was jerking
off right now like I was. I imagined wrapping my fingers around his hard
dick. That was all I could stand, and I squirted in my underwear.

I grabbed a tissue to wipe up with, and had just zipped up, when my mom
came in. "Guess what dear."

"Mom! You've gotta start knocking before you come in. What if I had been
getting dressed?"

"I've seen you naked. I changed your diapers, remember?" she said in
defence.

"I'm not a baby anymore," I argued.

"Whatever. But guess what."

"What?" I said in frustration.

"I called Mark's dad, just to see how he thought today went, you know. And
to wish them luck on getting the job and such. He seemed really excited
about Mark's chances and said how great it was of Mr. Dickerson giving you
boys a thousand dollars for your work today."

"Yes that was nice of him," I replied.

"Did you hear what I said? Mr. Dickerson only gave Mark ONE thousand. He
gave you two."

I thought about it for a minute. "It's probably a consolation prize. He
knows he's going to choose Mark, and thought it would make me feel better
about losing."

"I don't think so. Mr. Dickerson is known for rewarding good
employees. Just be nice when you see him again, even if you don't get the
job. Maybe he'll use you later."

"Ok, Mom. But could you try to remember to knock before coming in?"

"Pfft," she hissed as she left.

Why would Harry give me more than Mark? Was it a consolation prize? Did he
think I worked harder than Mark did today? Or was it because he saw me hard
today? Well, almost anyway. Hard and in my briefs. Did he like what he saw?
I wonder what he looks like naked. He is kinda handsome too.

Damn. My dick was getting hard again.

The photo shoot was on Saturday. Harry had said we'd hear in a day or two,
so Monday I was on pins and needles all day, anxious about the
decision. When Mom came home from work she looked rather glum.

"I didn't get it, did I?"

"I don't know. Mr. Dickerson called and invited us to his country estate
this weekend. They'll make a formal announcement then."

"At least I haven't lost yet," I said. Though I felt like they were merely
postponing the inevitable.

The week dragged by. I couldn't keep my mind on my schoolwork, most of the
time, and finals were coming up soon. I only had a few weeks left of sixth
grade before summer began. And at night images of Mark's dick, and the
feeling I got when he and Mr. Dickerson looked at me monopolized my
dreams. It seemed I was jerking off a lot more too.  ********

We arrived at the estate Saturday morning. "My name is Leonard," said the
man that greeted us.

The place was buzzing with activity. Leonard led us to my room in the east
wing of the house. When Mom put her overnight case on the bed Leonard told
her she had her own room in the west wing.

After showing Mom to her room, Leonard returned with a pair of light blue
shorts and polo shirt. He said I was to shower and put it on. He waited in
my room while I quickly showered and put on the clothes. I was a little
worried about everyone seeing me in those shorts, but at the same time, a
little excited too. Especially if Mark and Harry were going to see me.

We met up with Mom later and were taken to the back yard. It wasn't like
any backyard I had ever seen. Lush landscaping ended at a large lake. There
must have been fifty or sixty people gathered in small groups. We were
offered refreshments and food as the party atmosphere grew.

I spotted Mark standing with his father and Mr. Maple and a couple of
others that had been at the photo shoot. I smiled and waved at him,
subconsciously picturing him nude. He waved back, his eyes traveling to my
tight shorts, and I blushed.

To me it looked like they had gathered around him because they knew they
would be working with him.

For the next hour Leonard led me around to different groups and introduced
me to a lot of people. Most of which I would probably never see again, so I
paid little attention, but was polite.


Finally we were gathered around the large pool and patio. Mr. Dickerson
held a microphone to his mouth. "Can everyone hear me alright?"

With nods murmurs everybody confirmed they could.

"Great. As you all know we're starting a new campaign. From just our
employees, we had two thousand applicants for various roles in our `family'
structure. Although we've made a few changes to the overall campaign, we
have come to a decision. Dean, where are you? Ah, there you are. Come on up
here ...Dean Waters is to be the `father' of our `family."

A nice looking older guy worked his way around the pool to stand beside
Harry.

"Gloria Chambers is our `mother'."

As she stood next to Dean, they reminded me of an old TV show I once saw,
called `Leave It To Beaver'.

"Now this is where we made some changes. Originally we were going to have
one son and one daughter in our `family'. We narrowed it down to two boys,
and two girls. It was a very tough decision, because they were all so
great. We didn't want ... I keep saying WE, when it was really just my
decision. I didn't want any one of them to consider themselves losers, so I
made some changes. All of our finalists will be offered contracts."

There was a round of applause from everyone there. My mom and I looked at
each other and smiled. I wasn't a loser after all.

"Wait. I'm not finished," Mr. Dickerson interrupted the reverie. "Our
`family' will not have two children, but just one. One of our finalists
will be offered a five year exclusive contract to be `The Face' of the new
campaign. The other three will be given a ten thousand dollar scholarship
and a non exclusive contract to be in commercials as `friends' of our new
`Face'. "

More murmurs from the crowd, speculating which child was the chosen
`Face'. I looked over at Mark. His father was patting him on the back and
his smile was huge. Oh well, at least I'll get a scholarship, and maybe in
some commercials.

"First our two female finalists. Lisa Bambridge, and Megan Stewart. Come up
here."

Two pretty girls, around ten or eleven years old came forward. My mom
gripped my shoulders tightly. "That means one of the boys is the big
winner," she said excitedly.

"Mark," I replied.

"Our third finalist and recipient of a ten thousand dollar scholarship
is... Mark Daniels."

A stunned looking Mark made his way around the pool to stand next to the
girls. I was so stunned, it didn't dawn on me that I was the only one left,
until I heard Harry say my name.

"Ladies and gentlemen. The new Face of Dickerson's Foods, Brice Ford."

Mom was pushing me toward Harry when I snapped out of it.

"Me?"


Harry put his arm around my shoulder and drew me to him as applause broke
out.

I looked at Mark. He smiled and gave me a `thumbs up'.

"We will be filming our first commercial here tomorrow. Until then, enjoy
the party," Harry concluded.

I was still in shock. My legs felt weak, and my head was spinning. Next
thing I know, I'm sitting in a large study across a desk from Harry. Mom
was beside me and two other men were there. One was explaining the contract
to my mom.

"It's a five year exclusive contract. He can't work for anyone else but
Dickerson's Foods for that time period.. On the next page, in section C,
you'll find restrictions. He can only wear clothing approved of and
purchased by Dickerson's. No parties or events that haven't been approved
in advance."

The man went on for half an hour going over the contract in detail with
Mom. It seemed that Dickerson's would basically own me for the next five
years. Even Mom looked concerned.

"It seems a bit harsh for just a few commercials."

Harry stepped around the desk and took Mom's hand. "Miss Ford. Everywhere
your son goes, he'll be recognized as Dickerson's boy. Everything he does
will reflect on the company's image. Yes, he'll be very busy, especially
during the summers. You'll hardly get to see him. We will be doing a lot of
traveling and filming worldwide, but you and he will be in constant
contact. We'll take very good care of him, I promise. And he'll be paid
handsomely for it."

"Handsomely?" Mom asked.

"Yes. Ten Million over the contract period. Plus all his clothes, tutors,
well... just about all his expenses."

"Did you say ten million? As in, ten million dollars?"

"Yes. The others will only be making a few hundred per shoot. Brice is
going to be the focus of our entire advertising program for the next five
years," Harry reiterated.

"Ten... Million... Dollars?" Mom repeated in shock.

"Yes, Miss Ford. All you have to do is sign this contract."

"Can I think about it a while?"

"Well, we do begin shooting tomorrow so you have the rest of the day."
Harry pointed out.

"What's there to think about, Mom? Sign the damn contract," I all but
yelled.

Harry patted my shoulder and smiled. Mom signed.

"Great. Now, let's go enjoy the festivities," Harry said, leading me out.

It was a fun party for sure. Lots of food and live music. I felt like I was
walking on clouds. People were congratulating me on winning the contract,
shaking my hand and patting me on the back. I wasn't used to being the
center of attention, but it sure did feel nice.


As the sun went down, the crowd thinned. At the end there were only `the
family' left. I finally had a chance to talk to Mark.

"I'm really happy for you," he said.

"Thanks. I know how much it meant to you."

"Don't worry about it. My career will still get a boost."

"I'm kinda nervous about tomorrow though. I've never done anything like
this," I lamented.

Mark glanced around before leaning in close and saying, "You're beautiful,
and a natural for this kind of thing. You could sell ice to Eskimos."

Mental images of his naked dick came to me and I got that tingle in my
crotch.

Just then my mom came over, and took over the conversation. Later she told
me that we were the only ones staying in the main house. The others were in
a guest house somewhere on the property.

When I went to my room, I was pretty tired. I took a quick shower, my mind
racing over all that had happened that day. I was so caught up in my
thoughts, I forgot to jerk off in the shower. That's my favorite time for
it.

I had just slipped into my y front briefs, when there was a slight tapping
at my door. At first I thought I was mistaken, until the door opened, and
Harry entered.

"Oh good. You're still awake. I thought we might have a little chat."

I was a little embarrassed for him to see me in my underwear again, but I
didn't try to hide.

He sat on the bed and patted the space beside him. "Sit my boy, sit."

I sat where instructed, still nervous about my lack of clothing, yet
excited by it too. Harry turned toward me a bit, and the robe he was
wearing parted a little.

"I'm so happy you're a part of our team now. How do you feel about it?"

" A little nervous. I've never done anything like this before."

Harry reached over and patted my thigh. "I'm sure you're going to be
perfect. Seeing you at the photo shoot, and afterward, I could tell you
were... uh excited by the prospects."

Shit! He knew I had an erection that day after seeing Mark's dick. I looked
down to where the robe had parted even more, and I could see that he wasn't
wearing anything under it. Even though it was soft, the head of his cock
was touching the bed. I couldn't see too well, but it looked pretty big.

I felt my own dick start stirring again. God, I hope I don't get another
erection in front of Mr. Dickerson. But at the same time, I kinda wanted
to. I wanted him to see me hard again.

"Yeah... I'm uh,excited to be working with you," I said as I watched his
hand move higher up my thigh.

"Great. I just know we're going to get along really well," Harry said.

My dick was growing harder by the second. By now his little finger was just
below my ball sack. No one had ever touched me there before. So close to my
junk and on the bare flesh of my upper thigh. My dick was now throbbing.

"I hope so," I said and glanced at his crotch again.

His cock head was no longer touching the bed. It had elongated and risen
under his robe, now making a prominent outline in the material, and moving
toward his hip.

"We're going to spend a lot of time together, I just know we're going to be
the best of friends."

I wondered if this was heading somewhere I had only recently thought
possible. Was Harry trying to seduce me?

I blushed as I looked at him. His eyes were on my raging boner. My face
felt warm, and I wanted to reach inside his robe and play with his dick.

"You know, your contract starts tomorrow. I think the first thing we'll do
is get rid of these y fronts," he said as his hand came to rest on my
erection.

Ughh... " I moaned as electricity shot through me. "Get rid of them?" I
asked.

"Mmm yes. I think a nice bikini brief or thong would suit you better," he
said as his hand slid over my dick.

"I've never... mmm... worn a thong... ughh... " I replied leaning back on
my elbows.

Harry continued to rub me. "Yes these definitely have to go," he hinted.

I raised my hips, and he pulled my underwear down. His eyes were glowing as
more of me was made visible. I was totally exposed, and on display to my
mother's boss. My boss too, and I liked the way he was looking at me.


He stood, staring down at me. "My God, you're beautiful. Simply
magnificent."

His cock had parted his robe and was sticking way out. It was huge. Much
bigger than Mark's. I could only stare as he leaned over and wrapped his
fingers around my dick. He stroked me about a minute when I tensed up and
dropped my small load onto my stomach. He shocked me again, by bending down
and licking it off my belly.

"Mmm. We're going to have a lot of fun together," Harry said as he pulled
his robe closed and left.

Chapter Two coming soon

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