Date: Thu, 08 Mar 2007 17:02:45 +0000
From: Prepguy
Subject: Teen Covermodel    Part 1

"How long have you been modeling?" the photographer asked, impressed not
only with Tommy's looks but his comfort in front of the camera.

"Um, since I was about thirteen," Tommy answered, never interrupting his
look at the lens.

"So you're a pro."

"Yea, my friends in my high school have been seeing me in magazines since I
was a freshman."

"How did you get into the business?" the photographer asked.

"My friend's dad works for an advertising agency.  I guess he told my
parents he could get me an audition, and they brought me in."

"Did you make it into print?"

"Yea... I was in a toothpaste ad."

"How many jobs have you done since?"

Tommy shrugged his muscular shoulders.  "About ten, I guess."

"Keep looking at the lens, this is good," the photographer said, his fingers
continuing to press the shutter through their conversation.  Having filmed
at least a dozen teenage models for the Amber catalog all week, he was
pleased to finally meet a subject who did not need constant instruction.
And whose looks were remarkable no matter what angle he shot from.

"And how old are you now?"

"Eighteen."

"Wow, you don't look that old," the photographer said, briefly looking up
from his lens.  Tommy looked up at him, nodding knowingly.

"Yea, I know.  I just turned eighteen this weekend," Tommy said, smiling.

"You're eighteen? Really?"

"Yea."

"Well, your body does look developed."

"Yea, I work out.  A lot!"

"But I'm sorry, you have a boyish face and you still look like your
fourteen.  Especially behind the camera," the photographer said warmly.

Tommy could tell the photographer was straight and not interested in him
sexually; unlike the last couple photographers he had worked with at the
studio who just set conversation up to finally hit on him. This one seemed
to be a real professional, and yet very polite and considerate to him.
Tommy liked him, and felt at total ease.

"Okay, let's make you look a bit older, Tom."

"It's Tommy."

"Sorry.  Tommy.  Unbutton the other two buttons on the shirt."

Tommy complied, and looked up into the camera with his wide blue eyes.

"Good.  Now put your hands behind your head - I'm going to go for the biceps
this time.

Tommy complied, his eyes now twinkling knowing that he was striking a more
adult pose than he been asked to do in all the years before.

"Good.  Good.  The girls love the biceps, you know.  Biceps and wide necks -
drives them crazy," the photographer stated.

Tommy laughed.

"And you've definitely got both.  How often do you work out?"

"Um, like, everyday," Tommy said, almost embarrassed.

"Good, keep laughing.  You can put your arms down.  Just follow with me your
eyes as I move around."

Tommy kept laughing as he turned his head to match the camera.

"Absolutely amazing."

Tommy laughed, but less authentically this time.

"You must have to beat the girls off with a stick," the photographer said,
clicking away.  His comment produced the desired laugh, as well as an
awkward smile from the boy.

"Yea, they seem to like me," Tommy said modestly and shrugged.  In his mind,
his thoughts wandered to the fact that he had no sexual attraction to girls,
but loved to look at guys instead.

"Do you have a girlfriend?"

"No," Tommy said, swallowing nervously.  He very much looked like the
fourteen year-old boy the photographer mentioned.

"Smart man.  You're about to hit an age where you're going to want to keep
yourself open for any options."

Tommy nodded.  He realized the photographer had no idea that Tommy, despite
his innocent looks, was already very sexually active.  Tommy was now up to
three boys at his high school, all straight but good-looking athletes, that
he was regularly giving oral sex to (all in the last two months, since
deciding to "come out").  And as far as preserving his options, Tommy had
reached the point where he thought of little else besides how he would be
getting his next cock.

"Yea, I know," Tommy said.

"Uh-oh, I'm losing you... focus, focus.  Keep looking into the camera like
you were before."

"Sorry," Tommy mumbled.

"No need to be sorry, Tommy.  You are an absolutely first-class model.
Three outfits today and you haven't even broken a bead of sweat yet."

Tommy giggled appreciatively, a look that the photographer wasted no time in
capturing.

"You, my friend, are going to make us both rich," the photographer declared.

"What do you mean?"

"Believe me, I have seen every photo-set Amber's has got for this catalog.
You are clearly the one for the cover of the summer issue!"

Tommy reacted with little surprise.  "Yea, James said he thought I belonged
on the cover this time."  James was the agency head who had been scheduling
Tommy's shoots and negotiating his contracts for the last four years.

"Well, James told me the same but I didn't believe it until I saw it myself.
  The last agency I was at, I went three years without seeing a model like
you.  James has been hiding you in the closet!"

Tommy laughed and smiled widely.

The photographer continued to heap professional praise on his new discovery.
   "You have the whole package - Adonis body, square jaw, oval face, perfect
teeth, beautiful eyes, perfect skin, blond hair... and that look of total
innocence."

Tommy chuckled to himself regarding his innocence.  In the last few weeks
his square jaw, his oval face, his perfect skin, and his blond hair had
occasionally been plastered with streaks of his friends' cum.  It would have
been hard for him to look innocent at those times, especially with puddles
of warm cum leaking from the corner of his mouth.

"I know a lot of highly paid women models who would kill to have your skin
tone."

"Thanks."

"You put anything on it?"

"Uh, no," Tommy shrugged innocently.

The photographer finally put his camera down, extending his arm to Tommy.
"Excellent job, young man. Amber's has its cover shot."

Tommy shook his hand and grinned.  "I'm still doing the swimwear section
too, right?"  Part of the reason that Tommy had worked out so extensively
over the past year, growing almost every muscle on his body to great size,
was to have an awesome picture in the catalog this year that showed his new
body - not a bad way to get a date in his high school, or once he was on
college campus in the fall.

The photographer nodded.  "Yup.  That starts at six."

"Why so late?"

"These are guys in their twenties.  Most of them are coming after work."

"Okay, see you then."