Date: Fri, 10 Mar 2023 09:59:53 -0800
From: Dave <outinwest@gmail.com>
Subject: Society Boys Part 195

The Society Boys
By Connor Matthews

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Chapter 195

"It's done," Blake said as he and J.J. came home together, dropped their
backpacks in the foyer and came to the kitchen.

"Oh good.  Do you think the lobotomy will take, or are we going to need to
send you back for a second round?"  I said quickly.

"I'm not sure, whoever you are," Blake replied without missing a beat,
while he got himself and J.J. a drink before sitting at the island.
"Everything at school is set for me to leave as soon the filming begins on
my second season in a couple weeks.  My diving coach said I can train with
him for a couple hours on Saturdays, and the teachers will get the results
of any tests I do while on set.  Just like before.  They'll keep my grades
at my school so that when I return, I can just keep going.  Word is
spreading fast as tons of people are coming up to ask if I'm really
leaving.  I think it's gonna be a busy month."

"Even people at my school were asking about you, Blake," J.J. announced.
"I think there's some promo about your show starting filming for season
two, and since everyone knows you're my new brother, they keep asking me
stuff.  I might need some signed merch if you start becoming famous.  You
should make some."

"Good idea, bro.  You should come help me decide on things that might
sell."

"I was thinking baseball caps and toques might be good," J.J. suggested
helpfully.

"I'd agree.  I'm thinking of trunk boxers with `Blur This' across the
front," Blake chuckled.  "Or better, just `Blurred' with two lines under
it."

"Before you order anything, make sure Colin and I have a review of it.
Your underdeveloped brain isn't exactly the best judge of appropriate
versus inappropriate."

"And whose fault is that?  Seems like you're the one who wanted part of it
removed for the lobotomy.  Hmmm...now who's laughing?"

"You're not laughing," J.J. frowned.

"It's part of the stuff they took in the lobotomy," Blake replied shaking
his head.  "You know what they say, Dads.  Carpet Demon!  Carpet demon."

I shook my head. "I'm guessing you mean carpe diem?"

"That's what I said," he snickered.

"How did your day go, J.J.?"  I inquired.

"Great.  I get to bring the class hamster home next weekend.  It's my turn.
We call him Duncan.  Also, I think I got a girlfriend.  Not sure."

"So, if you're not sure, how do you know she's your girlfriend?"  Blake
asked logically.

"Remember that girl Lucie that I punched?"  J.J. replied.

"Yeah.  You're hooking up with her?  Nice score dude.  Did she kiss you
again?  Is she sprawled out on the floor somewhere bleeding from her eyes?"

"Blake!  Stop," I said quickly.  "Is that who you're thinking is your
girlfriend?"

"Yeah.  She came up to talk to me again and we went to hang out by the
soccer field to watch the game.  She wanted to know if I really hated it
when she kissed me.  I told her it was mostly okay," he said giving a
little shrug.  "Then she asked if I ever kissed anyone before, and I told
her that I'd never kissed a girl before, so she asked if I'd like to try it
so that we were even."

"That chick's got moves.  Too bad she wasn't 14.  Sounds like she'd be a
spreader," Blake said bluntly.  I'm not even sure what he means by `a
spreader,' and I'm not about to ask.  "You slap one on her?"

"No, I'm not supposed to hit her anymore," he replied, probably as confused
by Blake's conversation as I was.  "I kissed her though.  Made sure I did
it the right way with tongue and everything."

"Yeah, baby.  That's my bro.  You da man!!"  Blake said holding up his hand
for the high-five, which J.J. completed.  "She kiss you back and grab your
package?  Could she even find your package?"

"Blake!" I said trying to sound harsh, while stifling a smirk.

"I know...stop.  On it.  So, what happened?"

"She said `gross' after we stopped kissing and told me that's not how
you're supposed to do it, just with lips.  Then she said had to go get some
water as that was pretty disgusting."

"And from that you figured she's now your girlfriend?"  I asked, to be sure
I was understanding this line of events."

"Yeah.  As she left, she said I was still cute though, and that she could
teach me kissing if I wanted."

"Oh yeah, you're getting some, bro.  Big bro advice, J.J., after she gives
you kissing lessons, give her blowjob lessons.  Show her how to do it, and
then open her up like a can of Spaghetti O's once you've got the raging
baby bone."

"Holy fuck, Blake.  Stop. Now."  I said forcefully, getting a small chuckle
out of J.J.  Then I lowered my voice.  "Besides I like Spaghetti O's and
don't need you ruining it for me.  J.J. if you want advice on
relationships, you come talk to Colin or me.  Let's keep Blake's advice for
when you're 16 and heavily medicated."

"Oh my god.  Do you know how messed up he'll be if he takes advice about
girls from you?"  Blake said shaking his head.  "Sienna and I will take
care of it.  Sienna knows how girls think, and I know how boys think.  Bro,
right now a relationship with a girl is pretty simple.  She pretty much
isn't going to be into much except holding hands and kissing.  I mean it's
not like she's got boobs for you to use, and I'm sure her vagina isn't
ready for your mini wiener yet.  Just think of her like a friend you can
kiss and hold hands with in public."

I'm sure there was something wrong with that advice, but at the moment, it
seems okay, so I didn't add to it.

"Does she have to come along with my friends when we go places?  Do I have
to hang out with her friends too?  That's way too many girls around at
once."

"So true," Blake nodded.  "No, most of your time should be with the guys,
and she'll stick with the girls.  Once or twice a day, you can hang out
with her separately until you get comfortable having a girl hanging around.
Remember she's not gonna do cool stuff like farting, burping, wrestling,
leaping off bridges, or going skinny dipping, so you gotta learn to be a
bit boring around a girl.  Girls get bossy too, so you gotta learn when to
filter shit and when to pay attention."

Again, not sure this is good advice.

"Sienna goes skinny dipping," J.J. said countering Blake's advice.

"That's different.  It took me a while to get her cool enough to do that.
Plus, we're having sex all the time so clothes just slow it down.  When I
need to slip kong schlong in her, I want the tunnel accessible.  You're not
gonna be doing anything like that with this girl for a while, and don't be
always available whenever she wants you to hang out with her.  If she
figures she can control you, and you'll never get rid of her."

"Why would I want to get rid of her?"  J.J. asked.

"Yeah, why would he want to get rid of her?" I mimicked.

"Duh.  Girls fall in love instantly.  That's because they're super
emotional and shit.  If that happens, she's gonna start demanding all sorts
of things and try to control you.  First, she'll try to limit friends you
can see.  Then you'll never be allowed to even look at another girl or
she'll claw your eyes out.  Next, she'll be wearing your jacket or neck
chains, or wanting to store shit in your locker, just to show that you're
hers.  Even if she's not having sex with you, she'll somehow try to control
how often you can jerk off.  Nah, dude.  At your age, you want to stay
available.  Be your own man.  Girls your age are a mess.  Fuck, girls my
age are a mess, but by then we're old enough to figure their shit out most
of the time."

J.J. looked at me for reassurance.  I just threw my hands up.  "I have no
idea," I said shaking my head.  "Sounds good to me though.  Avoid the
headaches, be her friend with the added benefits of hand holding and
kissing.  It'll impress the guys at school, but won't limit the time you
get to spend with friends and being yourself."

Blake nodded.  "Like I said.  I know girls.  Anyway J.J., once your balls
drop and you're truly ready for real sex, Sienna will teach you things that
only girls know.  She'll give you tips on how to use a vagina that'll make
you a legend in your grade."  He looked at me, and I was just about to say
something.  "You know I'm right, Dad.  Sienna and I are at the top of the
most prominent list.  Where do you think we'd be if we were both zit faced
nerd virgins, and not open-minded sex machines?  Dude, once you master sex,
you'll rule the school."

"Could I learn now so I can rule my grade?"  J.J. asked logically.

I was more curious about how not having sex would make him a zit faced
nerd.  I'll ask later.

"No, dude," Blake laughed shaking his head and patting his brother on his
back.  "You have to wait for the balls to drop.  You go pulling that thing
out before then, and your reputation is shot.  No girl is gonna be
impressed by a pre-puberty penis.  You want something to show off.  The
second that sucker is more than 4 inches long when it's hard, we'll talk
about how to use it to impress."

"Thanks Blake," J.J. replied.  "I wish I could remember all the other
advice you probably gave me when I was a little kid.  I'll bet it was good
stuff too huh?"

"Buddy, I only ever gave you good advice.  Even taught you how to write
your name in the snow when we peed outside.  You learned arm farts from me,
and you showed off for a week after getting it right.  I was the one who
taught you not to drop your pants and underwear all the way down when you
pee.  That was a mom thing.  I showed you how to just pull it out of your
underwear and stand to do it.  I also showed you how to play the piano.
You used to copy me when I was practicing, so I just taught you."

"I can play the piano?"

"You can.  You just don't remember how.  Hopefully you will."

The boys took off shortly afterward to start on homework.  I know missing
school is going to be a challenge for Blake as he enjoys it for the most
part, but I wasn't worried.  He's a straight A student, and despite him
pretending not to be, he's insanely smart.  Even missing a few months of
school with no additional tutoring wouldn't really be a problem.  I was
just hoping he wouldn't miss the interactions with his friends.  Although
let's be fair, maybe everyone else could use the break.

The next day Blake arrived home from school with a boy I'd never met
before, and apparently wasn't going to meet this time either.  They ran
upstairs, after yelling a loud `I'm home,' and didn't resurface for a
couple hours so that the boy could go home.

"Who was that?"  I asked when Blake joined me.

"Who?"  Blake said looking at me with that innocent `wouldn't you like to
know' look.

"That boy?"

"Oh, Van.  Don't worry, I checked him over and he didn't have any tattoos
or anything, so I wrote my name on his arm with a felt pen," he said
seemingly out of nowhere.

"What does that have to do with anything?" I asked completely lost as to
why this was part of the conversation.

"You told me never to get into an unmarked van.  He's Van, so I marked him
before I entered."

"Wow, that was a hell of a buildup for that joke," I said shaking my head.

"He's that boy I told you about before.  The one who I helped come out.  He
heard I was leaving and asked if I could teach him something about how to
find a boyfriend as he hasn't found one yet.  I figure nothing screams stay
away from me more than that smell of a desperate virgin, so I offered to
de-virginize him and give him some pointers."

"So that was the big rush to get to your bedroom?"  I grinned.

"Sure.  You know how it is when you're horny and sex is in the air.  If you
don't go do it, you'll go crazy.  We're fine now though.  Let's just say he
has that freshly fucked smell now.  He's gonna be spewing pheromones all
over the school tomorrow.  That dude will have a fuck buddy by the
weekend."

"Hopefully you weren't aggressive considering it sounds like this was his
first time."

"Why do you think it took two hours.  If this had been someone who knew
what they were doing, we could have been finished in 15 minutes.  He was
pretty nervous as I taught him each step, but at least he was a willing
student.  Took a while to open up his ass, and I don't think he liked it as
much as doing the fucking, but he'll get used to it."

"Obviously I don't need to tell you, you're bigger than most boys and not
the ideal training size."

"Don't worry, I started with the small dildos first, but you know how it is
Dad.  Once you're horny and see someone taking dick, you really can't stop
yourself.  He started out pretty lame, but by the time he left, he was much
better at kissing and blowjobs, which are like the essentials to get him
started."

"Are you planning on seeing him again?"

"No.  It was a one-shot deal to teach him stuff.  I remembered what you
said, and I think he should work on finding a boyfriend first.  The biggest
advice I gave him was to never apologize for who he was, and keep being
open about who he is.  That'll eventually attract someone towards him.
Once he's blown a few in the boy's bathroom, or after school, he'll get to
know what he likes pretty fast."

I moved on.  "Is everyone at school still talking about you leaving?"

"Yeah.  I had a people say they watched or rewatched my show and are
looking forward to the next season.  A few even asked if I was actually
friends with you guys off set.  I think some had a crush on you.  Well, the
triplets, not you specifically.  Those people need help," he teased.

"Sounds like you're going to be missed at school."

"I dunno about that, Dad.  I think they're just sort of jealous that I get
to be on TV and miss school.  Sienna said she has a few girls that want to
get to know me better.  She said tons of them show up to see me dive and
ask her if I'm any good in bed.  I think girls talk a lot about stuff like
that.  I know for a fact she tells them I have a big penis. That's never a
bad thing to spread around.  Sienna said she has six girls wanting to see
me naked and possible have sex.  I'm not sure I can do six at once.  I'm
not a robot.  We'll probably go with three at a time.  Spread it out."
Then he laughed.  "Get it.  `Spread' it out."

"I got it.  I wish I didn't, but I got it," I replied.  "Is it karate
tonight?"

"Yeah.  I was thinking of going to the early class to support Toby.  Darcy
is teaching the little kids now, and Toby is always excited to announce to
everyone that Darcy is his big brother.  That kid is so in love with him,
it's crazy."

"It's good to hear that they're still getting along.  I like Toby.  How's
he doing with the karate?"

"He's just starting, but I think he'll be good.  There's another
instructor, Braxton, who I want to watch.  He's 17 and has his brown belt.
He's hot as hell too.  Totally straight, but super friendly and really
great with the little kids."

"Ahhh, so is this early visit to really see Darcy and Toby, or more to
drool over Braxton?"

"I can do both.  I can drool and watch.  Now where're my extra small super
tight underwear?  Don't want to be doing karate with a tent pole sticking
out of my pants."

While Blake was at karate each week, Colin and I made sure to spend that
time with J.J.  Sometimes we'd take him to a movie, other times we'd take
the bikes out or come up with some other activity that would allow the
three of us to spend quality time together.  We also made sure to get out
of the house while we did it.  It allowed for us to focus more on him.  He
liked going to the beach a lot so we spent a lot of time exploring all the
different ones from Jericho and the Spanish Banks, to Sunset and English
Bay.  We went up the gondola to the top of the mountain, did laser tag, and
trampoline parks and so much more. Blake had given us a list of things they
used to enjoy together, so we did our best to revisit those whenever
possible.

I'm glad we took him to the escape room as he was a big help in solving
that.  Colin and I might still be in there if we hadn't taken J.J. along,
and he was pretty proud of being the one to solve it.  Our activities
seemed to be working, as he talked less and less about his previous family
as each week went by.  He would occasionally mention something he'd done
with them, so Colin and I added it to the list of things to do with him
again.  Hopefully so that his memory would focus more on doing it with us
than the Campbells.  Of course, it wasn't helping that he had kept the
Campbell surname for now.  Colin and I had discussed it, but agreed that we
should wait.  Once he got a solid bond with Blake, or had some actual
childhood memories return, we hoped to convince him to take Blake's last
name, and ideally as part of an adoption.  All in good time.

The doorbell went, which surprised me as I didn't even know we had a
doorbell.  Usually it's the gate intercom that goes off.  J.J. ran to the
door to answer it.

"It's some kids," J.J. yelled over to me after he'd opened the door.  I
went to see.  Maybe it was the cookie supply team.  We're getting low on
thin mints and lemon ups.

I smiled when I saw the glare of the braces from the big smile.  "Hi Mike."

"Hi Justin.  This is my friend Gavin," he said as he entered the house.
J.J. just looked at me obviously curious about who these guys were.

"Hi guys.  Blake's not home right now.  He's still at diving practice," I
told them.

"That's okay.  We can wait.  We mostly wanted to come over and swim in the
pools and use the waterslide.  I told Gavin about them and he wanted to see
a house with all this stuff."

"Yeah, I've never been in a house that has two pools and a waterslide,"
Gavin said as he looked me over like I was on sale, and couldn't decide if
I was a good deal or not.

"Well, I have no problem if you boys want to go swimming.  This is J.J.,
Blake's little brother, he can show you around if you want.  J.J., Mike is
a friend of Blake's.  Maybe you want to play with them while we wait for
Blake to get home."

"Sure.  Cool," he nodded.  Around this house you get used to new people
showing up randomly.

"You still okay if we swim naked?"  Mike asked boldly.

"If you want to that's still fine, or if you prefer, J.J. can take you to
Blake's room to pick out something to wear."

"No, we're good naked," Mike grinned, showing off a face full of braces.
I'm going to make sure I keep sunglasses at the door if he's coming over
more often.  That glare is blinding.  Why can't they use white or clear
braces now?  Is it just some right of passage to embarrass kids with metal
tracks?  As the boys took off with J.J., I saw Gavin look back at me again.

"Is that the guy?" He asked Mike.  While I'm sure he was trying to be
quiet, he was still loud enough to hear.

"Yeah," Mike nodded.  "It's huge.  Wait `til you see it."

Gavin looked back again before they disappeared downstairs.  I wonder what
is huge that they think they're seeing later.  Likely my intellect or my
ego...probably.  I know for a fact it's not my penis.  He's seen me have
sex once, and that's already once too much.

I did go check on them later, and found James and the twins had joined in.
They were throwing pool toys, riding floaties and using the waterslide like
they were all on sugar and adrenaline highs.  Mike saw me and came running
over.  Hi Justin.  Is Blake home yet?"

"Not yet, but he shouldn't be long.  He's usually home around this time," I
assured him.

"Cool.  You wanna join us?  I told Gavin how you know sex stuff, and I
think he's kinda hoping you'd show him your penis too."

"Technically I never showed you.  You sort of spied on me," I reminded him.

"Yeah, good thing too, or I'd never have seen a big one like that," he
smiled.

"Is that the reason you're here, or are you hoping Blake will teach you
more?"

"No, we just came over to hang out.  Gavin's never gone swimming without
clothes before and didn't believe me that I had.  Figured I'd prove I'm not
a liar.  Ummm...Justin...do you think Blake would come swimming with us
when he gets home?  I think Gavin would be okay just seeing his penis cause
it's pretty huge too."

"Blake would probably swim with you.  He's not exactly shy about being
without his clothes."

"Cool.  Okay, thanks," he said as he turned and ran back to the pool and
cannonballed into it.  I just rolled my eyes.  I watched boys for a couple
minutes to make sure everyone was getting along, then went back upstairs.
Blake arrived only a couple minutes later.

"Whose bikes are in the driveway?"

"Your former playdate...and a friend."

"Mike?  Why is he here?" Blake asked surprised.  "Did you invite him
again?"

"Nope.  He just showed up."

"Where are they?"

"In the pool with J.J., James, and the twins.  Mike is hoping you'll show
Gavin your penis.  Apparently you impressed him with it."

"Duh.  I impress adults with it, so a 12-year-old is always mesmerized by
it," he grinned as he dumped his backpack in the lobby.  "I'll pick that up
when I go upstairs."

He ran down the stairs to the pool level and I strolled out on the deck to
watch.  It was like watching Justin Bieber arrive at a girl's sleepover.
Everyone stopped what they were doing and went to talk to him.  I saw Mike
introduce Gavin, who actively stared at Blake as he undressed.  The grin on
the two 12-year-old's faces said it all.  It was if Mike was telepathically
saying to his friend `see, told you it was big.'  Blake grabbed Travis from
behind, giving him a bear hug and then leapt sideways into the pool holding
him.  I hadn't expected that, but apparently they had, as Trevor wanted to
go next, which led to everyone wanting to do it with everyone else.  Tandem
pool entry seemed to be something they all enjoyed.

Blake and J.J. showed the guys how to really do it as they backed up from
the edge of the pool, held hands and raced to the water.  At the last
second, they turned their upper bodies to hug each other and flew into the
air, before landing in the water wrapped around each other.  Blake's
arrival seemed to have ramped up the fun level to a 10.  No wonder he was
so popular.  They formed a chain to go down the waterslide together and
while this is never a good idea, they all enjoyed it.  I sometimes wonder
if they don't play too rough with the twins, but the smiles on their faces
said my concern was, at least for the moment, unwarranted.  I went down a
short while later with some juice for everyone.  It wasn't much longer
before I saw Mike and Gavin getting dressed so I went to talk to them.

"Had enough swimming?" I asked.

"Yeah.  We gotta get home for dinner.  Thanks for letting us hang out.  Now
Gavin believes me about swimming with no clothes on."

"And did you enjoy it, Gavin," I asked.

"A lot," he beamed.  "Never got to go swimming without clothes before.  Do
you guys always swim like this?"

"Pretty much," I assured him.  Blake came up with a towel wrapped around
his waist and said goodbye to the guys as we walked them to the door.  Once
they'd left, I just gave Blake a big grin.

"What?"  He asked frowning.

"Did you enjoy your playdate?" I teased.

"Shut up.  That kid acts way older than 12.  What is it with kids wanting
to grow up so fast?  Back in my day, we were happy to just be kids," he
said shaking his head slowly.

"Back in your day?  When was that?  Yesterday?  I just looked at him to see
if he were joking or not.  I wrapped my arm around his shoulder and pulled
him in closer.  "This coming from the 14-year-old who's had more sex than a
red-light hooker."

"Yeah, but I'm 14.  I'm supposed to be getting laid regularly.  That's
totally normal for guys my age.  Not for someone who is only 12."

I remember a curious 11-year-old who couldn't wait to learn adult things."
I reminded him.

"Yeah, but now I have the equipment and maturity to know what I'm doing,"
he grinned as he removed his towel.

"Equipment, yes.  Maturity?  Jury's still out on that.  Did Gavin have any
comments when he saw you naked?"

"Not really.  Mike is the outgoing one and when he made any comments about
me, Gavin just nodded and agreed."

"Did he just see you in your resting state or did you show him full size
Blake?"

"Wouldn't you like to know, perv?"  He giggled.  "Hey, they came to see the
man, the legend, so of course I let them see the whole thing.  You never
want to disappoint fans, Dad."

"Did you do anything else with them?"

He just grinned.  "No, I think Mike would have liked to have sex with me as
he kept sucking my dick under water for a few seconds at a time.  With
Gavin here, I don't think he was comfortable making obvious moves though."

"The way they arrived, I thought for sure Mike brought Gavin around to try
things with you."

"Nah, Mike's not fooling around with Gavin.  He just wanted to show him
what an adult size penis looks like.  Neither of them have dads at home, so
they're curious about man stuff.  They have tons of questions."

"We're happy to answer them if we can," I offered.

"Mike keeps going on about getting fucked, and how much fun it looked when
you were getting railed in the bathroom.  I've tried telling him that he's
not big enough to take a cock yet, but he keeps insisting he could handle
it.  He promised that he'd enjoy it and it wouldn't hurt."

"Just because he promises doesn't make it true," I said.

"That's what I told him, but I think he really wants it.  How do I convince
him he's not ready?"

"We all want it until we get it.  I'd set him up with someone his own age
with compatible size equipment and let them figure it out together.  What
I'd do is put him and Gavin in bed and show them how to interact with each
other."

"I don't think him and Gavin have that kind of friendship."

Him and Gavin don't have that kind of friendship...yet," I grinned.  "Now
that they've seen an `adult' penis fully erect, that's going to be a topic
of conversation for a while.  Who knows what curiosities that'll lead to
next."

"Guess time will tell, huh?  Was I really like that when I was a kid?"

I laughed and hugged him in tighter.  "Blake...you're STILL like that only
10 times more."

"Cool.  I should go back to the pool.  I promised J.J. I'd help him with
his homework."

"In the pool?  That won't be good for the books at all," I joked.

Blake just shook his head without responding.  He took off and I turned to
look at the front door, half expecting Mike to return at any moment to ask
for sex with Blake.  I was almost relieved when we got through the night
without any further visits.

Merrick had made us a pretty simple meal as I think he was learning that we
were a basic food type family and not the imported Oyster and Crocodile
bisque type.  Tonight he'd made sliders and waffle fries.  To us they
looked simple, but he'd made it all from scratch, even the fries.  I wonder
if he knows they actually sell them in bags at Walmart.  Seems like it'd be
a way more efficient use of time.  I'm not complaining as it was possibly
the best sliders and waffle fries I've ever had.  I think we'll have one
day a week dedicated exclusively to this menu item.  Merrick always seemed
to like cooking shirtless under his apron, and in my mind the best part of
the whole meal is when he took the apron off and put on his shirt before
sitting down with us.  Personally, I'd enjoy it more if he just forgot the
shirt entirely, but it was still a nice appetizer before the dinner.

I'd noticed Kurt out in the garage earlier, so shortly after dinner, I went
out to say hi.  I found him asleep on the couch in the new lounge
overlooking the garage.  He was fully sprawled out in just his underwear.
I know what you're going to ask.  Why is our transportation manager lying
around in only his undergarment?  Like really?  You think that's unusual at
this point in the story?  I mean let's use some common sense.  What
straight boys do you know that WOULDN'T lie around someone's house in only
their boxers?  I looked at him for several seconds to appreciate his beauty
before sitting down beside him, and placing his legs over my lap.

Kurt opened his eyes to see who was disturbing him.  "Oh hey.  Sorry, I
guess I was more tired than I thought.  Haven't been getting a lot of
sleep."

"Are we working you that hard?"

"No," he replied with a small smile.  "Just lots going on."

"Anything I can help with?"

"No, not really.  Just normal life stuff."

"How's it going with the girlfriend?"

"Thalia?"  Yeah, great.  Some days we face an ignorant asshole or two, but
we handle it.  Most see her as a girl anyway as she's so pretty."

"You still getting laid regularly I hope," I grinned as I rubbed his bare
legs.

"As regularly as any guy," he smiled.

"Well, that's why you're tired.  Twice a day will take a lot out of anyone,
never mind having a job and going to school."

He laughed.  "Twice a day?  Okay, let me rephrase my answer.  As regularly
as any straight guy.  So, like twice a week, not twice a day."

"Oh, well at least you're sort of getting laid, which is more than many can
say.  How are you adapting to the whole penis thing?"  I kept rubbing his
body, making sure the let my hand brush over the front of his shorts.

"Actually?  It's been fine.  When we have intercourse, I just go in the
back door, and because she used to be a guy, she has a prostate which
allows her to enjoy it more.  She also gives head better than any girl I
know, and she isn't afraid to get her hands dirty when we go do some
activity.  She's not all girly girl, which is a bonus."

"Do you blow her and get fucked yourself, or is it only one way?"  I asked
more out of curiosity than anything else.

"Mostly it's one way.  Thalia doesn't really like acknowledging her penis,
but when it's time to orgasm, she's fine letting me help finish her off
with a handjob."

"So you never get fucked?  Seems like a waste of that cute ass," I teased
as I move both hands to his underwear and firmly pulled them off, tossing
them aside.  His penis was still flaccid and lying off to the side just
above his tight balls.

He looked at me with a glint of humour in his eyes.  "I ride her once in a
while, but it's rare.  Mostly she's just a girl."

"Even girls can use a strap on," I reasoned as I cupped his package and
gently played with it.  He had continued to trim his pubes nice and short,
and from the feel of it was shaving his balls regularly.

"I guess that's true," he admitted not acknowledging my admiration of his
body.

"When's the last time you got fucked?"

"I'm guessing 10 minutes from now?"  He smirked.

"Five," I replied.  "You're not to tired to take my cock?"

"How awake would I need to be to just lie here?  The bottom has it easy.  I
mean the whole advice thing of `relax,' just proves that."

"Would Thalia care if I fuck you?  We still haven't met her, so we're not
sure where that stands."

"Justin, I think I know you pretty well by now.  Would it actually stop you
if I said she wouldn't like it?"

"No," I grinned as wrapped my hand firmly around his penis and stroked him.
"But at least I'd know enough not to do you right in front of her.  But for
sure I'd still fuck you."

"I figured.  I'm not sure how she'd be with it, as we haven't talked about
it in a while.  I keep meaning to bring her over, but she's still a little
nervous around some people.  It's weird, gay people are way more judgmental
than straight people.  I think straights have no idea how to deal with it,
so they mostly try to avoid the subject, whereas gay people tend to give
her the third degree to find out if she's really trans or not."

"I'd like to believe we wouldn't be judgemental."

"Justin, dude.  I love you, but you'd totally be judgemental.  You'd see
her 7-inch cock, which is bigger than mine, and try to convince her to use
it more.  And you'd do that while lubing it up to ride."

I shrugged.  "I hate to see a good cock go to waste."

"Exactly, and that's how most gay guys are.  They can't reason why she
doesn't like her penis and try to convince her how much fun it is, instead
of accepting her as a girl with a dick."

"I can see that.  Now speaking of nice cocks," I said as I stared at his
which I now managed to get to full strength.  "Shall we get you laid?"

He just pursed his lip and shook his head.  "Would you like me face up or
face down."

"Turn over and I'll lube you up."

I lifted his legs and stood up, allowing him to flip over while I got the
lube out of my pocket.  I quickly stripped and knelt between his legs.  I
made fast work of fingering lube into him.  Today wasn't a take your time
foreplay day.  This was a `just fuck the bitch' day.  I coated my cock and
eased myself into position, lowering my body so that the tip of my penis
was pressing between the ass cheeks.  I heard Kurt take a deep breath and
push up slightly as he prepared for me.  I inched my way down, sliding
slowly and carefully into his ass.  It's not like it used to be, where it
was a struggle to get into him, having to pause several times. I lowered my
body onto his and put our heads together as I seated my cock full depth
into him.

"How's that feel?"

"Big, as always," he replied taking a deep breath.  "How is it that the
only dude I let fuck me on a regular basis has the biggest dick I've ever
seen on a guy?"

"Just lucky I guess," I teased as I began to fuck him gently.  He was nice
and warm and I think there's always an added sense of satisfaction when you
fuck a self-proclaimed straight boy.  Regardless of whether he fit the
standard definition of straight, it was always more enjoyable than hitting
a little femboy screaming `give it to me daddy. Breed my pussy.'  Kurt had
come a long way from the kid knocking on my door looking for odd jobs to
now.  If you'd asked me a couple years ago what I saw for Kurt, it sure
wouldn't be dating a trans girl, being our transportation manager, and
readily available to fuck when I wanted.  I would have had him as the
assistant manager for a sporting goods store, going to the bar nightly to
pick up chicks.

I pushed myself back up and grabbed Kurt's hips to pull him into a doggy
style position.  I liked how the other position felt as you had more body
contact, but this one was best for a good fast hard fuck.

I felt around to make sure he was still hard and horny, and had just
started to get into a good rhythm when I saw someone coming up the stairs
into the lounge.  Kurt had his head down as I worked his hole, so he didn't
see our arriving guest.

"Oh shit, sorry!"  Dakota said as he froze in his tracks when he realized
what we were doing.  Kurt's head snapped up instantly.  He might have
whiplash now.  There's an old family cure for that.  You stand beside him,
hold the back of his head firmly, making sure it is totally immobilized.
This prevents further injury.  Then you shove your cock between his lips
and have him blow you.  It works the throat muscles to avoid them
tightening and allowing the whiplash to get worse.  Plus the protein at the
end is always helpful as a cure...a cure for pretty much everything in my
old family medical journal.

"It's all good, Dakota," I assured him.  "If you're gonna work here, you're
gonna stumble across this quite a bit. What's up?"

"Uhhh..." he stammered, not sure where to look.  "I was just looking to
talk to you, Kurt."

"Dude, relax.  Took me a while to get used to it too," Kurt assured him as
he lifted his head to look at him.  "I'm cool if you wanna talk.  Have a
seat on the coffee table."

Dakota sat with a thud, almost as if he were being controlled remotely.

"What's up dude?"  Kurt asked.

"I uhhh...was just wondering if I should put the Lambo downstairs, or leave
it up here for the night."

"All of the Lambos except for the Urus go down," Kurt advised as I
continued to fuck him while holding his hips.  I think I was slamming him
with a bit more deliberate effort now that we had a spectator.

"Uhhh...thanks.  Not to be insulting or anything, but I thought you were
straight.  Don't you have a girlfriend?"

"I do, but that doesn't mean I don't enjoy giving my ass a good workout.
Why would they put the prostate in there if we weren't meant to get fucked?
I'd like to think I'm sexually ambiguous.  What about you?"

"What about me, what?" Dakota asked.

"How do you identify?"

"Oh.  I guess straight," he said sounding less than sure.

"You guess?  Do you have a girlfriend?"

"Not at the moment.  I did for about six months though."

"You get laid a lot?"  Kurt asked.  Do you think the two of them know that
I'm still here railing the hell out of Kurt's ass?

"We never got that far," he admitted.

"What about guys, you ever hook up with one?"

"Like to get fucked?"  He asked nervously.

"Anything.  Jerked off with a friend.  Tried handjobs or blowjobs.  You
know normal guy curiosity stuff?"

"Umm, once.  I mean it wasn't like anything major.  A friend and I felt
each other to see what it was like," he revealed.

"That's it?  Fuck I did that when I was six," Kurt laughed.  "You've met
Patrick, right?"

"Yeah, sure."

"He's been my friend basically forever, and he was the first one to suggest
we experiment with each other.  Neither of us hated it, so we did it a few
more times to try and teach each other things.  We never talked about it to
anyone else, but we were sure we were becoming the kings of sex because of
it."

"Then you tried real sex and found out it was a case of the blind leading
the blind?" I teased.

"You're not kidding," he laughed looking back at me. "I thought teeth were
supposed to be part of a blowjob, boy was I surprised to find out the
difference.  So was Patrick.  Just curious, Dakota.  How can you work here
and not be into sex between guys.  This place is like a brothel for fancy
people."

"Awww...thanks buddy.  You think we're fancy?"

"Not you per se, but everyone else," he teased.  "You gonna cum soon?  My
ass is sort of sore.  Like I said I don't get fucked that much anymore."

"I was close but then you got into this Oprah moment and I sort of lost
focus," I said slapping an ass cheek.

"Dakota, no offense dude, as you seem like a really cool guy, but you gotta
be less uptight working here," Kurt advised.

"I'm not uptight.  If I were uptight, I'd have left as soon as I saw you
guys doing it, but I'm sitting here, so that proves I'm okay with it," he
reasoned.

"Have you even been naked around the guys?"

"Uhhh, no.  When we're here, we're working."

"I'm working, so you can see that's not really an excuse," Kurt replied.
"What about that other guy, Merrick?  You hook up with him yet?"  He asked
looking back at me.

"No.  Not yet," I said licking my lips.

"I'm sure Merrick isn't into guys at all, even out of curiosity," Dakota
added.

"Neither was Kurt, and we see how that turned out," I chuckled as I patted
Kurt's ass.

"I can't believe you have two new guys working here and you haven't even
gotten them naked yet," Kurt said shaking his head.  "Are you just getting
old, or are you losing your mojo, buddy?  I mean you were kinda all over me
and Patrick when we first showed up."

I laughed.  "Dude when you first showed up, you were going door to door to
asking to do yard work, and ended up being our house cleaner.  If I
remember, I offered you guys $30 an hour to work naked."

"Oh yeah.  I totally forgot about that.  I think Patrick was out of his
clothes day one.  It took me a little longer. Guess that's how we ended up
being so comfortable naked.  Fuck that feels like a lifetime ago."

"I remember it like it was yesterday.  We don't wanna leave you out,
Dakota.  You wanna fuck Kurt next while he's lubed up and horny?"

"I'm good thanks," he replied nervously.

"Are you sure.  I mean once he cums, he's pretty much done, and like most
straight guys, he takes a while to recharge."

"Yeah, I'm good," he repeated.

"Well, we won't actually know if that's true until we've tried you, but
your choice.  If you're ever horny though, don't hesitate to ask any of us
and we'll be happy to help you out.  Why don't you take off your shirt and
give us some eye candy to help us get off quicker," I said, coming across
as more of an order than a request.

He hesitated as he stared at us, then slowly pulled his tight-fitting shirt
off over his head.  He didn't disappoint.  Being that the shirt was fairly
tight fitting, his body measurements weren't much of a surprise, but it's
nice to see it without clothes anyway.  He had slightly large nipples, but
still nicely proportioned on his firm chest.  I wouldn't go out of my way
to try and have sex with him, but I also wouldn't turn him down if he
needed a couple hours of Justin time.  I wanted to ask him to take off the
shorts and underwear next, but he was looking so wildly uncomfortable that
I figured it would spook him to the point he'd rabbit on me.

Do you think this is why Colin hired these two, knowing that they weren't
sexual at all?  That would be as mean as allowing Timotheé Chalamet and
Ross Lynch to live with us and not letting me lick them.

Kurt moved his hand to his cock and began fisting it furiously.  "Oh
god. Fuck me.  I'm gonna cum soon," he panted as he pushed himself up.  I
wrapped my hand around his chest to pull him against me, while
strategically turning him slightly so that Dakota could clearly see
everything.  Kurt turned his head so we could kiss and then cried out as he
shot a powerful load across the couch, flooding it nicely.

"Wow.  You haven't been laid in a while.  What's that, about two days
worth?"

"Three," he grinned as he returned to all fours so I could finish the fuck.

"Now you know why we have a leather couch in here and not a fabric one," I
said looking at Dakota, who frankly looked a little shocked at what he'd
just witnessed.  I slammed Kurt few more times before telling him I was
about to unload in his ass.  I pulled him hard against me and let my cock
pump waves of white gold into him.  I pulled out and reached for the box of
tissues so we could clean up.  "These might not be enough for this
mess. You should drag out the wet/dry shop vac."

"Fuck, if I wasn't completely tired before, I am now," Kurt said as he
plopped onto the couch after cleaning up his jizz river.  "I guess I should
get dressed and help you with the cars.  Dude, next time you walk in on sex
in progress, get your clothes off and join in.  Don't be one of those guys
that watches life from the sidelines.  Jump in and try it all, no matter
what."

"Sure," he said as he scrambled back into his shirt.  I got dressed as well
and headed back into the main house.

I as barely in the front door before Blake was running up to me looking
concerned.

"Dad, you should probably go check on J.J.," he said almost frantically.

"Why? What's happened?" I asked as I headed for the stairs with Blake right
beside me.

"He's on his bed crying and won't talk to me about what's wrong.  I don't
know if it's because of something that just happened, or if maybe he got a
traumatic memory back.  We gotta help."

"We will, but first I need you to calm down.  Having you neurotic doesn't
help anyone.  Just let me deal with it.  You're the brother, but I'm the
parent.  This is my job."

"That, and the whole shrink thing kinda helps with this too," he reasoned.

"You stay out here while I see what's wrong," I told him. I could see he
was about to object, but I gave him my stern face, so he remained quiet.
It's an intimidating look, I promise.  I've scared myself with it at times.
Actually, Jason has the same look, so maybe it was his look that scared me.
Either way, it's a good look.

I knocked and entered J.J.'s room.  Like Blake said, he was curled up on
the bed crying.  I sat down beside him and put my hand on his back to
comfort him.  "Hey, J.J.  What's wrong, buddy?"

"Nothing," he said quietly from behind a sniff.  I grabbed a couple tissues
off his night table.  He blew his nose and handed them back to me.  Gross.
I took an unused corner and tossed them aside for now.

"Hmmm...The fact that you're in here crying seems to indicate it could be
more a something than a nothing.  Did something happen at school?"  I said
trying to narrow it down if I could.

"No.  School's ok."

"Did Blake, or someone else do something?"  You always have to add Blake
in, as 90% of the trauma starts with, or near, him.

"No," he sniffed again.  This time opting for a shirt sleeve over a tissue.
This is the main reason boys wear long sleeves when we're younger.  As we
get older, we learn to perfect the snot rocket, so sleevage isn't as
necessary.

He moved ever so slightly towards me as if to snuggle in, without actually
appearing to acknowledge me.

"Did you get beat at a video game?" I asked as I worked through the list of
possible options.

"No."

"Are you out of good underwear for school tomorrow?"

He looked directly at me before answering no, but I could see from his face
he knew I was joking.

"You know you can talk to us about anything, right?  Colin, myself, Blake.
We're all here to help you with anything."

"Not anything," he said turning his head back to the pillow, and then in a
vey quiet voice, almost inaudible, he said, "I miss my mom and dad."

My whole body went cold.  Please let this mean he's remembered his
biological parents and is having the first of many crises to come, not
about the Campbells.

I took a deep breath and rubber his back for comfort.  "Which mom and dad?"
I asked quietly.  Please let it be the dead ones.  Please let it be the
dead ones.

"The Campbells," he sniffed.  Damn it!  I know I'd normally go on a rampage
about those homophobic, bigoted, religious, right-wing crazies, but I have
to rise above that right now.  We'll have plenty time to Campbell bash once
we adopt J.J.  I still have my back up plan of releasing rats somewhere,
and that seems as good a place as any.  Although introducing all those
little critters to their leader, may backfire.

"I know it must be confusing as to why all this is happening, but I promise
it'll get better.  We're working hard to get all your memories to return,
which should help this all make sense.  Are you unhappy here with us?"

This is a classic mistake on two fronts.  Like a lawyer, I should never ask
a question I don't already know the answer to; as a psychologist, I asked a
close ended question, which is a big no-no.

"No, it's nice here," he replied with a bit more enthusiasm and a lot less
sniffing.  "I just miss my home sometimes."

"Did you miss your home when you were at your Uncle Steve's?"

"No, because Layne and Uncle Steve were there," he reasoned, "and I got to
go home afterward."

"I understand.  Layne is over here a lot, so hopefully you're not missing
him?"

"No, he's a good big brother.  He always answers his phone when I call him,
and hangs out with me when I need him."

"Does he hang out with you sometimes when you're not here?"

"Yeah.  He comes to meet me after school once in a while if he knows I need
to talk to him."

"Do you and Blake get along as brothers?  Do you call him too?"

"We get along, but Layne is better at it.  He's been doing it longer.  I
call Blake, but he's usually too busy to help as much as Layne."

"Are you okay with me and Colin being your new parents?"  I asked as I
continued to throw gasoline on the stupid questions fire.

"No.  You're not really like parents, you're kinda like more fun Uncle
Steve's," he replied.  "You don't really have any rules, so it's like being
at Uncles Steve's except I'm not included in everything."

"Do you like having rules?"  I asked.

"Some rules, but not lots.  I only like them because then I sort of know
what I'm supposed to do," he said as the sniffing get less pronounced, and
his voice got stronger as we interacted better.

"What sort of rules do you like and not like?"  I inquired.  I hope someone
is recording these in case I miss some.

"I like knowing stuff like when we're gonna eat, and when I'm supposed to
go to bed.  But I don't like not being able to have sleepovers, or putting
a suit and tie on to go to church.  I sort of like having chores so I can
have some money to spend, but you guys just give me money, so that's mostly
okay.  I like having brother secrets with Layne that only us know.  My
parents don't allow me to have secrets, so it's fun to have some and them
not know."

I'm not sure that's rule he likes or dislikes, or if it even is a rule, but
I kept listening.  "Are there others that you like or don't like from your
other house?"

"I didn't like getting grounded all the time.  That wasn't nice.  Sometimes
I didn't even know what I did wrong.  I also don't like the rule of getting
a spanking."

That's it.  I've got them on child abuse and torture.  Maybe even child
restraining...so possibly kidnapping?  I saw a kid-napping once, but I woke
him up.  He was pissed.  Probably too soon for jokes, isn't it?  Yeah, it's
too soon.

"Did you get spanked a lot?"

"I dunno.  Like maybe once a week.  More if I didn't know about a rule.
Dad said spanking was the way I'd learn to remember rules."

"Well, just so you know, we'd never hit you for any reason."

"That's what Blake said.  He said you are okay wrestling and sometimes you
might ground me, but not lots.  I don't like being grounded."

"You and Blake are very much alike in that respect.  He got grounded once
and hated it.  Now we just give him a time out and make him wear clothes
for 24 hours."

J.J. grinned as he looked at me.  "I think he'd not like that punishment."

"You're right.  Was there anything else you liked and disliked at the
Campbells?"

"I didn't like that I couldn't sleep with Layne.  I always had to sleep in
my own bed.  We weren't even allowed to lie together on the couch when we
watched a movie.  I miss my mom's cooking though.  She always made super
good food."

"You know, if you have favorite food, you can always tell Merrick and
Dakota.  They'll be happy to make it for us.  You seem to enjoy cooking
with Merrick, don't you?"

"Yeah, he's good a teaching stuff," he nodded.

  "J.J., I know you miss the Campbells as it's all you remember right now,
but I hope eventually you'll come to think of this as home.  It'll take
time, ideally less time if we can get your memories back, but until then
what can we do to make things better here?  You already mentioned some,
like the rules you like, but what else can we do?"

"I dunno.  I just think about stuff I did at home, and get sad thinking
about it."

"Sad because you didn't like it, or because you miss it?"

"Mostly sad because I won't be able to do it again.  Do you think I'd be
allowed to visit mom and dad again?"

I'm sure after I have them arrested for the child abuse stuff; they have
visiting days in prison.  We'll arrange a time to take J.J., along with
Layne...and his boyfriend.  I'd love to watch them self implode knowing
their biological son joined our gay cult.  I didn't know how to answer that
without making things worse, so I deflected.  "I'll have to check with
Colleen at Children's services.  I'm not sure what the rules are.  See,
even adults have to follow some rules," I replied trying to grin and tie it
all back together.

I have several thoughts on this whole visitation thing.  If we let him go
over for a few hours, we'd likely never see him again as they'd whisk him
off to some foreign country.  If we gave him a supervised visited in a
controlled environment, it would just increase how much he missed them.  I
was more for cutting all contact and ability to reach them.  Allow time to
slowly erase all memory of them.  To say it bluntly like that, makes it
seem cruel.  The kid only has three years' worth of memories, and my main
idea was to eliminate them.  I think the therapy he's been doing with Nate
is good, and maybe channeling those memories is better than trying to let
them fade away.  I dunno.  This is all way above my paygrade as a parent.
I'm still for hitting him over a head with a frying pan to see if it would
restore his memories like they do in the movies.

"I know Blake is concerned about you.  He's probably waiting outside to see
if you're okay.  Would you like him to come in?"

"He can come in," J.J. nodded.  I patted him on the back and got up to go
to the door.  Blake was sitting up against the wall with tears in his eyes.

"You okay?"  I asked as I went up to him.

He nodded and wiped his eyes.  "I heard what J.J. said about Layne being a
better big brother because he'd been doing it longer.  I've actually been
doing it way longer.  I used to help change his diaper and take baths with
him.  He always came to me for everything.  Especially when he needs to
feel safe.  It hurts so bad that he can't remember that.  Some of the best
things I remember was him and his stuffed animals sleeping with me.  Some
days he dragged so many in that there almost wasn't room for me."

I put my arm around his shoulder and pulled him against me.  "You know that
just because he can't remember them doesn't take away the fact that they
happened.  You'll have those memories to share with him your whole lives.
He may never remember, and we'll have to prepare for that, but YOU, deep
down in here," I said as I tapped him on the chest, "will always have that
as a bond between you.  You'll also be creating plenty of new memories as
the years go on.  Hey, nothing says you can't still have baths together and
sleep with stuffed animals," I teased.  "Just no live tigers."

J.J. poked his head around the corner of his door.  "Are you okay, Blake?"

"Yeah, I'm good little man.  I was just concerned about you.  Are you okay,
now?"

"Yeah.  I was just mostly homesick."

Blake got up, and all three of us headed back into his room and sat on the
bed.

"I sort of heard what you said about me not being available sometimes
because I'm too busy.  I'm sorry about that J.J.  I'll do better to make
sure I'm always there for you.  Ever since you were born, until the
accident, I was always there for you.  I still want to be that, so I'll
make sure to include you more.  You're my brother and I'd take a bullet for
you to make sure you were safe."

"A real bullet?"  J.J. asked wide-eyed.

"A metaphorical bullet," I clarified.  "That means he'd do everything he
could to make sure nothing bad happens to you.  All of us would do that."

"Where were you when that girl kissed me?"  he said looking at Blake with
so much seriousness that we couldn't help break out laughing, which
definitely broke the tension.

"Sorry, my bad on that," Blake replied.  "Trust me dude, sometime real
soon, you'll be chasing all the girls hoping they'll kiss you, or boys, we
don't limit."

"Gross.  No I won't.  Ummm...Blake can I ask you some questions?"

"Sure always.  Anytime," he said quickly

"Uhhh...maybe in private?"  He said glancing at me.

"That's my cue to leave.  But just remember J.J. that anytime you feel you
need to talk, we're all here for you, and we are open about anything so
that we can help each other."

"That's totally true dude.  Even if I robbed a bank and got some girl
pregnant, I could still come home and talk about it and everyone would
help."

"I think you'd probably get a ton of grounding for that," J.J. said wisely.

"Maybe even spanked," I added.  Again...too soon?

"I'd definitely get into trouble, but with someone helping you, the trouble
is easier to deal with than if you just let it bubble up inside you and
make you feel worse.  I'm here for shit like that if you need it," Blake
said to him.  Then they paused and stared at me.

"Right.  I was leaving," I said as I walked to the door and closed it
behind me.  Anyone else think I'm crap at being a psychologist?  I just got
thrown out of a session with a couple of kids.  I should have been a sex
toy tester.  THAT I'm good at.  Maybe a secret shopper for the Grindr app.

It wasn't long before Blake and J.J. bounced down the stairs heading for
the games room.

"You go get shit started, I'll grab the drinks," Blake told him as they
split off, and he came to the kitchen.

"How'd the talk go?  Anything important I need to know?" I asked he rooted
around in the fridge.

"Nah, not really.  Just brother stuff.  He wants to know if he can sleep in
my room more often, which is fine by me.  He also wants to be included
more, which I guess is a good thing.  He always wanted that when we were
little.  If I got to do something, he never understood why he couldn't.

"That's typical of a sibling.  Especially a younger one.  Anything else?"

"A couple things, but I can deal with it.  He's still asking to learn sex
things, but I think that's gonna be a much longer conversation."

I gave him a hug.  "You handled that really well, Blake.  Proud of you."

"Thanks.  I'm not all cuteness and sex appeal ya know."

"But you're a lot of that," I said kissing him on the top of the head.

"Wow, not even an insult.  I'm impressed Dad," he said as he gathered up
the drinks and snacks to head for the games room.

As we were all at dinner a couple days later, Jean Paul was doing his best
to hold back an excited Blake.

"What's with you two?  Troy asked before I could ask the very same thing.

"Blake's just excited because we have to do a photoshoot promo for the new
season."  J.P. replied.

"A photoshoot?  That sounds like something Blake would get excited about,"
Ben laughed.  "Any chance to be in front of a camera, and he's there."

"Can I go?" J.J. asked.

"Sorry, J.J.  This one is only for the cast of the show.  The deliberately
asked that we not take guests as space and time are limited," J.P. told
him.  "Don't worry though buddy, there'll be plenty of opportunities to
come out to the studio once we get started filming.  That's one thing I was
going to ask Justin and Jason about though.  Since I'm portraying all three
of us on screen, they want to show the three of us in the promo.  I could
just change three times for each set, and they photoshop me in, but it'd be
easier if you guys would join us for the day."

"Sure, I'm up for that," Jason said quickly.

I shrugged.  "Me too.  Although I do remember the last photoshoot the three
of us went to.  I'm assuming we'll keep our clothes on for this one?"

"Yeah, can't see the promo for the show having us naked," `Marvin' laughed.

"You can save that sort of photoshoot for when you get home, babe," Garren
teased.

"I'll be the photographer for that, as long as you're part of it as well,"
I joked to Garren, well not so much joked, as planned in my head for it to
happen.  "I'm not sure I'm as comfortable in front of the camera as J.P.,
but just tell me what to do, and I'm sure I'll get the hang of it."

"It's easy Dad.  Just look sexy and hot, and the camera does the rest.  Oh,
wait...is this what we're gonna be working with?" Blake asked moving his
hand up and down as he pointed at me.  "It's gonna be a long day.  Maybe
they can do something with lighting and makeup.  I'll call my people.
We're gonna need a ton more makeup and maybe film in a dark room."

"Little shit," I said, shaking my head in his direction.  "One day, your
looks are gonna fade, and all we'll be left with is attitude."

"Never!"  Blake said defiantly.  Boy is he in for a rude awakening the
first time someone calls him old.

"We have the shoot scheduled for Saturday morning at 9."  J.P. added.

"We'll have to get to bed early so we don't wake up with bags under our
eyes," Jason suggested.

"Always a good idea," `Marvin' nodded.  "But don't worry, they'll drop you
into make-up before the shoot.  I used to get the odd stress zit when I
first got started, and they always covered them perfectly."

"That's gonna be a lot of makeup to make his whole head disappear," Blake
giggled as he continued his teasing.

"I'm just gonna ignore you," I replied.

"You can't argue with the truth," he said sitting back, believing he'd won
whatever discussion he was having inside his own head.

Saturday morning, the five of us arrived at the studio for the photoshoot,
ready to go.  `Marvin' left Garren at the house with Ben and Troy who
offered to hang out with him, and look after J.J. as well.  They were going
to have a `boys' day.  Not sure what that entails since pretty much every
day is `boys' day around here.  I'm just hoping there's some Garren left
for the rest of us when we get home.  I still haven't had a slice of that.
Hell, I haven't even got to lick the frosting off the spoon.

The building looked like an old warehouse on the outside, and my mind
immediately imagined some big open space filled with crates and left-over
machine parts.  Maybe an old mattress and chalk line of some past murder.
I've seen crime shows before.  I know how this works.  As we entered the
building, it was nothing like that.  It was super fancy with a reception
area at the front where we checked in.

We were then taken into the back, which was bustling with activity.  There
were several areas set up in various themes scattered around the large open
space.  We were shown around first before being taken to the `authorized
persons only' area, which instantly became my favorite place.  That's where
the models were getting into whatever outfits they'd been assigned for
their shoot.  It certainly wasn't a place for a shy guy like me.  Okay,
wait...I have to pause as I'm laughing so hard my sides hurt.  It was
actually the perfect place for me.  Guys stripping off and jumping into
fancy clothes.  Girls had their own change area.  Not at all interested in
where that's located.  Between the two change areas was a larger area for
makeup and whatever body art or jewelry was required.

We were taken back out to meet the photographer's assistant, where we were
joined by some of the girls from the show.  I guess they'd arrived earlier.
He laid out the plans for the promo shoot.

"We'll be mainly doing group shots for all of you, but we have a list of
what the producers want to see for their upcoming season.  The triplets
will have several shots on their own.  It's easy to figure out who the
three of you are.  Then there will be shots where you're grouped with your
TV family.  Where's Blake and `Marvin'?"

The guys identified themselves.

"You two will do a few shots together as brothers.  They have some looks
they want from that.  From loving brothers, to ones' showing off your
characters alternate personas."

"Whatever that means," Jason said whispering to me.

"Who are you?"  He asked, looking at Colin and then down at his notes.

"I'm their manager," Colin replied confidently.  I guess if owning the
studio doesn't get you in places, being our manager obviously does, as the
guy nodded and moved on.

"Victoria, we have you with your boyfriend, J.P. in one shot.  Then
`Marvin' you'll be with your girlfriend, but staring back at Justin at the
same time."

"That's because you love me," I teased to `Marvin'.  "When you film the
episode where we hook up, I'd like to be in that one.  Might need several
takes for that though."

"Or I could just do it, and we could get it done one take," J.P. teased.

"Where's the fun in that?" I said quietly as if to myself.

`Marvin' just patted me on the back. "Don't worry, we can rehearse
repeatedly at the house beforehand."

"Nice!"

"Okay, we'll get everyone into makeup and then your first outfits.  You'll
find the racks in the change rooms with your names on them that the studio
sent over.  You'll be told which number outfit we need you in before each
shoot.  Time is money, so let's get this done!"

With that rousing encouragement, we headed into the back where we were
quickly dropped into chairs for our makeup to be done.  This is why I'm
glad I'm not a girl.  Wasting time slapping paint on myself seems really
dumb to me.  I wonder where that idea started?  Somewhere along the line,
women just thought oh, let's smear colour on ourselves to look better.  Men
probably found it amusing so encouraged it.  Now here we are with women
buying billions of dollars of makeup each year to make themselves look
increasingly attractive.  Next, they spend just as much on clothes to give
off that `look at me' sexy vibe.  Then when they're out at the social
events, and some guy compliments them, they get pissed off at the
harassment.  Okay, in fairness, they can probably handle the compliment.
It's likely the hand reaching in to grab a boob, or a digit slipped up
inside them that they object to.  Wish I had boobs I could just lob out
when I needed attention.

Girls should just be like guys.  Shower, brush teeth and hair, jump into
clothes and be out the door in under 15 minutes.  Go out looking like
yourself and there's no surprise in the morning when you both wake up.
Imagine taking home a paint princess and waking up with her entire face
basically Picasso'd onto your pillow.  The shock of seeing someone entirely
different than the person you thought you'd brought home could be a basis
for PTSD.

And speaking of causes of PTSD...Blake was finished his makeup first and
sat watching as they completed several coats of primer and spackling on me.
I think I heard foundation, concealer, blush, pore clogger, eye popper,
contouring cement, and other such stuff.  What the fuck is rouge?  Asking
for a friend.  They brushed my hair so much that it was shining, like
starburst shiny.  Might have been the product they put in it, but my hair
has never looked better.

"Holy shit, Dad!  You look amazing in makeup," Blake said as he stared at
me both in person and through the mirror.  "Normally, I'd say you couldn't
get laid in a monkey whorehouse with a fistful of bananas, but dude, you
might actually stand a chance now."

"Ouch, and thanks?"  I said confused over the insulting compliment.
"You're looking pretty good yourself, Blake.  Get another couple of layers
on, and we might even be able to take you out in public."  It was about
time I got in a good insult or two.

"Just be careful not to get captured by mimes."

"Mimes?"  I asked confused.

"Yeah.  I heard they do unspeakable things to you," he giggled.  "I do look
good though, don't I?  I'd fuck me," Blake grinned.

J.P. laughed from his chair.  "How is that different from any other day?"

"It's not really, except now I kinda look like someone else, so it'd be
like I was a one-night stand that I'd picked up.  I should go to school
like this all the time."

"Didn't you have a phase of wearing makeup to school already?"  I asked
trying to remember the various changes he'd been through.

"That was just some concealer stuff.  Nothing as good as this."

"I can see the teasing now.  You have more makeup on than most of the
girls," I told him.  Truth is, it actually suited him, but I still prefer a
boy's natural look.

"Yeah, but I look good doing it.  One week like this at school and I'd have
all the girls wanting a piece of me.  Then every guy will be doing makeup
to get them back."

"Yeah, not sure that's gonna catch on.  What guy wants to spend an hour in
the mirror doing makeup?"  J.P. asked.

"I spend an hour in front of the mirror doing my hair sometimes," he
admitted.

"And yet you still go out looking like you've been caught in a hurricane,"
I teased.

"It's my signature look.  You don't think that just happened by itself, do
you?"

"Yeah, kinda.  I mean you pretty much wake up like that," I pointed out.

"I do, but to get it the right kind of messy, you gotta put some effort in.
I learned that from the hair and makeup people on set.  I should go and get
changed."

He took off as they finished up with the rest of us, and when I looked at
Jason and J.P., I had to admit we looked way better in the light makeup
they'd given us.  One of the makeup people said we had amazing skin, so we
didn't need much.  Just enough to highlight our features.  Good thing they
don't do penis makeup.  That area highlights itself, thank you very much.

We moved to the changing area and found the clothes with our names on them.
We grabbed outfit number one and proceeded to get dressed.  The clothes
were a perfect fit and I kinda like the look.  We'd all made sure to wear
good underwear.  Last thing you need is three-day olds with rips in them.
We'd even made sure Blake wasn't wearing his favorite assless ones.

I stopped suddenly when I saw someone I recognized, and moved behind Jason
to hide.  He turned to look at me curiously.  "What are you doing?"

"Hiding from someone I know.  My brain and mouth don't work when I'm around
him," I replied.

"You're hiding behind me, so that he doesn't see you?"  He asked with a
playful smile on his face.

"Yeah."

"Hiding behind your IDENTICAL brother, so that what exactly?  He sees only
two of you, instead of three?"  He said trying hard not to crack up.

"Oh right.  See...That's what he does to me."

Despite my brain forgetting I was a triplet; I'd managed to avoid him as he
walked past and out to the main studio.  We moved out of the changing area
into the big open expanse of the studio.  It was a lot warmer in there, but
I guess with lights and all the people, it only made sense.  It was
probably somewhat deliberate too as a lot of the models were barely wearing
anything.  I was able to watch from a distance, letting my eyes come to
rest on my crush.  I almost threw a rod when he took off his shirt.  He had
these cute freckles across his shoulders, with a nice tightly toned body in
all the right proportions, and some proportions I didn't even know existed.
I thought guy was hot before, but this just helped enhance my infatuation.
I watched as he posed and worked with the other models to get the perfect
shots the photographer wanted.  The female models were pressed up against
him like they were fusing into one.  Many more shots were taken before the
lights went off and the photographer moved onto the next set.  The models
all quickly headed towards the back area again.

"Hey Justin!"  He said as he approached us.  "Uhhh...umm...I think someone
might be drugging my water because I see three of you right now."

"I'm Jason," my brother said as he acknowledged him.

"Harris.  Harris Coulson."

"That's J.P. and the one standing there like a zombie, that's Justin.  The
others are Blake, `Marvin' & Colin."

"I'm Blake," Blake added for clarification.

"Hey Harris," I mentioned to get out finally, albeit it
uncharacteristically quiet.  "I didn't know you were a model."  I did know
that, but I don't think he knew that I knew that.  If you know what I mean.

"Yeah, been doing it since I was a kid.  It put me through Uni."

"Is it hard?"  J.P. asked.  I immediately looked at Harris' crotch.

"It's not difficult work, it's just boring sometimes.  Are you guys doing
some modelling?"  He asked looking at us.

"We have a shoot for my show, `Blurred Lines'," J.P. replied.  "They asked
us to do promo pictures for the new season."

"Cool.  Have fun with it.  I'll be around most of the day, so if you need
any tips, just let me know."  I looked at his crotch again.  Wonder what
his tip looks like.  If we kept standing here talking to him looking all
extra sexy in his stylish outfit, someone is gonna need to bring me an ice
pack...stat!  "I have to go get changed for the next shoot.  Not a lot of
time between them.  Maybe I'll catch your session."  He headed off into the
back.

"I'm guessing you know him?"  Jason asked looking at me.

"Yeah, he was in one of my psych classes.  Dude is sex on legs."

"And how many times have you done him?"  Jason teased.

"None.  I can barely even form a sentence around him.  He makes my whole
brain go numb."

`Marvin' laughed a little too hard.  "I remember those days.  I had to
screw the stupid out of you before you saw me as a regular person."

"I guess that's true, huh.  Just for the record, I still think you're as
amazing as the first day I saw you in person."

"Awww, thanks buddy.  You're amazing too.  Now that we've got the foreplay
out of the way, will we be having sex in your room or mine?"

"Ours," Colin interjected.  "You'll be taking your clothes off on the car
ride home."

"Yes, sir!"  `Marvin' chuckled.

Blake looked at him. "I'll bring the lube, and two spare Justins in case
you wear him out."  He got a fist bump from J.P. for that comment.  Like
anyone could wear me out.  That seems unnecessarily rude.

We didn't have to wait long before an assistant led us to where we'd be
doing the shoot.  It had been set up with the look from the show, which
included some props and the colours they wanted associated with it.  "Let's
see how they want this," he said out loud, but almost to himself as he
reviewed his notes, and one by one put us where we should go.

The idea for the first part was that one of the Triple J's would dress in
highly fashionable, unisex clothes.  That was my character, the gay one.
The other was in the private school uniform from the show.  The final
outfit was for the jock of our group.  I think that's the Kriss character
that J.P. plays.  Keith was the gay one, and we'd agree that I'd be him.
Mostly, I agreed.  The others just had to go along with it.  That left
Jason in the prep school uniform as Kevin.  `Marvin' was given an outfit
that was a cross between stylish and jock, while Blake got a typical
teenager look to match his `shit disturber' persona.  Ripped jeans, V-neck
t-shirt and almost a military style jacket.

The lights came on, forcing the temperature up a dozen degrees while my
retinas burned out instantly...or is it corneas that burn out?
Regardless...one of those was gone.  He seemed in a hurry as pictures were
taken from several angles, and we posed a dozen different ways.  We moved
on and off the set like we were being choreographed.  Blake did a good job
of looking like he both loved `Marvin' while at the same time plotting to
take him down.  Not sure where season two of their show was going, but the
pictures were certainly designed to tell some sort of a story.  I kind of
liked the pictures they were taking of the Triple J's, and asked if we
could get copies.  Unfortunately, they were property of the studio,
apparently.

J.P. said we'd be allowed to have copies only after they were used in
whatever promo they were planning.  That seemed fair.  As suddenly as it
had begun, the lights went off and we were told to take a break, and change
into our second outfits.

I unnecessarily announced that I had to pee, so I went towards the back
area, with `Marvin' right beside me.  I almost walked into him when we got
to the back area and I saw Harris.  A younger boy, I'd guess around 16, was
busy oiling him up with a sponge, and there was a lot to oil up, as he was
only wearing a designer bathing suit that was very form fitting.  His legs
were muscular and perhaps the nicest I've ever seen.  I'd like to go rub
them now if that's okay.

`Marvin' leaned in close to my ear.  "Just go fuck him.  You know you want
to.  It'll save you throwing wood every time you see him."

"Shut up.  I'm pretty sure he's straight."

"Fine, then start with just a blowjob to show him how good you are before
you fuck."

"Oh my god, I know how it works to get a straight boy into bed, but this is
Harris Coulson.  I need a bit more game before I can go after something
like that."

`Marvin' grinned.  "Dude, he's totally hot.  If you don't do him, I'm going
to.  How would that work for you?  Your straight boy getting his first gay
experience with me instead of you?"

"Shut up.  That wouldn't be cool at all."

"I actually do have to pee, so I'll leave you to make your move," `Marvin'
said patting me on the back.  I was about to run after him as I needed to
pee more than I needed to drool over Harris, but when I saw Peter inch the
back of Harris' swim suit down, exposing the top of his ass crack, I
paused.  It was going to make it almost impossible to pee now anyway.  The
show ended as fast as it started as the guys turned to head off to their
next set.  I raced to the bathroom and stood next to `Marvin'.

I definitely needed to think of something less sexual to reduce the
excitement so I could pee.  `Marvin' just looked at me and grinned.  "He
excites you that much, huh?  How come you didn't try getting to know him
when you were in university together?"

"I tried, but I kept freezing up, which of course made me look like I had
autism or something.  I'm sure he only smiled at me out of pity for my
condition," I joked.  "Anyway, I'm over him now, so it's all good."

"Obviously, because this erection says you're over him," he said as he
reached over to give it a squeeze.  Shows how much he knows, I'm only half
hard.

"That's not from Harris.  I was thinking about Garren.  Which reminds me,
when am I going to get to fuck your boyfriend.  Haven't even seen the guy
shirtless yet," I said taking my cock back so I could finish my pee.

"Do you want to fuck him?"  `Marvin' asked.

"What kind of a stupid ass question is that?  I want a three-way with you
guys, followed by a welcome to Vancouver orgy."

"So why haven't you made a move on Garren yet?  I'm trying to figure out if
I'm impressed at your patience and maturity, or disappointed that you don't
find him hot enough to `accidentally' stroll in while he's showering and
offer to help."

We finished peeing and washed our hands. "I dunno.  He's sort of giving off
a I'm only with `Marvin', don't touch me vibe."

"I think it's more of him still portraying straight to everyone outside his
inner circle.  He's not ready to let the world know he likes guys yet, so
he still has those defences up.  He may act standoffish, but I can tell
you, he enjoys seeing everyone naked.  Just for the record, Blake is closer
to getting action from him than you are right now."

"I should be surprised, but I'm not.  His narcissistic personality doesn't
allow him to consider the word no, so he acts before thinking.  What'd he
do, or don't I want to know?"

"Nothing major for Blake," `Marvin' said as we dried our hands and left the
bathroom.  "He strolled into our bedroom naked one morning and gave me a
wakeup blowjob.  Of course, that woke Garren up and he saw it.  Blake
offered him one too, but it was declined."

"Something tells me that the next time he strolls in, Garren will get the
first action."

"Like I said, Blake's closer to that than you are.  Insider tip.  You'd
have better luck getting him to fuck you, than you fucking him.  He's more
of a top than a bottom."

I added that to my `must know' list as we went to change into the next
outfits prepared for us.  After a quick touch up on hair, we were back
under the bright lights of Broadway...or at least that's how they felt.
How do people handle this all the time?  I was having trouble not
squinting, which is a bad look for a model apparently.  The next time I saw
Harris he was wearing a bathrobe and headed to a bedroom set.  As soon as
the photographer got there, an assistant pulled curtains across.

"Why is that getting closed?" I asked our personal assistant.  Seems
extremely rude when I was anxiously staring so hard.

"It'll contain nudity," he replied casually.

"Who's getting naked?  The girls or the guys?"  I asked almost too eagerly.

"No idea.  Probably both though.  We're not allowed in there unless we're
assigned to that set," he replied.

Oh fuck.  I had to get onto that set, but I'm guessing they don't allow the
general public to just stroll in and watch the naked models.  How would one
go about being assigned to it?  Maybe I could hire Harris to do nude
modelling for my upcoming promo campaign that I'm currently planning in my
head.  Ummm...it'll be about living carefree in a busy over-stressful
world.  I'll let him smoke some pot while chilling pool side with an erotic
novel.  Yeah, that should work.

We watched as Blake and `Marvin' did a shoot together.  Being brothers on
set together gave them a special bond, so the shots ranged from the two of
them standing side by side with an arm around each other, to Blake holding
a baseball bat glaring at `Marvin' as he stood behind him.  You could see
the sweet innocent boy, all the way to the back stabbing little prick he
was to portray as the season moved on.  One of the female actors posed with
`Marvin', probably his girlfriend, and then it was a whole series of varied
shots.  If they take any more pictures, we're not going to need to film
video. They can just stitch the pictures together and make a movie.

My attention quickly changed when I saw the curtain of Harris' slide open
and the models headed for the back area.  I sprinted...uhhh...casually
strolled into the back as well.  "How'd the shoot go?"

"Good.  That was a short one.  Those are always nice," Harris replied.

"What were you modelling?"

"High end jewelry collection."

"Ummm...Peter said that when the close the curtains like that it's for
nudity?  Is that the type you were just doing?"  I asked barely able to ask
the question without my voice cracking like some teen going through puberty
again.

"Yeah.  They close it for privacy.  For nude or erotic shoots, it's just
more comfortable with less people staring at you."

"What kind of jewelry company has nude models?  Must be quite some
collection to attract attention away from the model."

Harris laughed.  "It's easier have a sexy seductive look if we're naked.
They can shoot and crop away the explicit parts easier than having us in
skimpy clothes that they photoshop out and replace with bare skin."

"That seems to make sense.  I wouldn't mind being the editor for those
shots.  I wonder if you can take the scraps home with you, like a
restaurant after it closes."

He laughed.  "Yeah, pretty sure that's not allowed.  Anyway, it's all
digital.  It's not like there's actually film cropped off and lying around
on the floor in a pile.  I'll see if you can come to editing to check out
the difference between the raw footage and the final look.  I think you'd
be impressed."

"I'm not sure if I'd be more impressed by the original footage or the
finished stuff," I said before I could stop myself.

Harris turned to look across the change area.  "Excuse me for a second.
Peter, I need your help in the shower to get this oil off.  I have another
shoot right away."

"On it!"  Peter replied as he quickly began removing his clothes.  Harris
dropped his robe, leaving him in just underwear.  I almost reached out to
rub his oily body as he was glistening like a Greek god on his way to
Olympus.  Ideally for an orgy, but that might be a bit optimistic.

"It's good they have showers for us, or half the time I'd be going home
covered in oil or body art, or worse, glitter.  Avoid that shit if you are
given the option.  A week later you're still pulling it out of places you
didn't know it could go," he said as we headed into the shower area.

I'd happily volunteer to check his body thoroughly for glitter.  I'd be
like one of those monkeys in the wild who helps another pick out ticks and
lice.  I'd be a glitter monkey.  The showers were in a line, separated by
three-quarter height dividers on the sides, with curtains to pull closed.
Harris reached in to turn on the shower, and I've never been so jealous of
water before.

I wonder if they'd get pissed if I cum in the outfit they gave me.
Probably not as pissed as Harris if I try to lick the oil off him.  Once he
had it to the temperature he wanted, he dropped his underwear and I'm
pretty sure I instantly forgot how to breathe.  I only got to see his ass,
but it was more than I'd seen so far.  He stepped in and began to wash
himself.  Peter joined us with a couple of towels and some bottles.  I
assumed they were shampoo and body wash.  He hung the towels on the hooks
outside the stall, dropped his own underwear, and entered.  Fuck, two naked
straight guys sharing a shower.  This is like some of those sports
fantasies I have.  Okay, let's face it, it's like EVERY sports fantasy I
have.  There are simply no scenarios in which a game ends and the entire
team doesn't jump in the shower to soap each other up.  In my mind, that's
how sports work.  Football...showers with plenty of tight ends.
Basketball...tall showers.  Hockey...cold showers. Equestrian...horsing
around showers.  Even bowling...pinned showers.  Every single sport I know
ends with everyone in the showers.  Don't even get me started on what I
think happens in the swimming and diving change rooms.

"You've gotta have the water pretty warm to get the oil off," Harris
explained from behind the partially closed curtain, while Peter went to
work with the soap to scrub Harris' back.  I could see part of it, but not
any of the good stuff.

"I guess so, huh," I agreed, trying to form sentences the best I could,
while desperately trying not to focus on the fact that he was naked less
than a metre from me, behind a thin piece of fabric.

"It's great for the skin as long as you don't leave too much on.  It's
terrible for your clothes though.  That's why I like to wash as much off as
I can before I head home.  Right now, I just need the oil off for the next
shoot.  Normally they schedule it so that any oiled shoot would have been
last, but I'm guessing someone screwed up the timing today.  I think one of
the female models wasn't available later so that's why this got pushed
forward," he said to me.  All I heard was blah, blah, blah, soaping sounds,
naked skin visible past the curtains, blah, blah, blah.

"Do you do this a lot?"  I asked, while wondering if I could move somewhere
to see past the curtain a bit.

"I do.  I've almost mastered the fast change now which is advantageous for
runaway shows."  Harris suddenly moaned quietly from the shower.  "Get all
the oil off buddy."

Oh god!  That little moan.  I'm gonna need my own cold shower in a minute.
I realized I probably shouldn't be standing so close to the showers as it
was making me look a little stalkerish.  If some other model walked in, it
might be hard to explain me standing there foaming at the mouth like I had
rabies.

The shower stopped and I moved back a considerable distance, so that they
wouldn't feel like I'd been trying to spy on them.  The curtain opened, and
both guys stepped out.  Harris grabbed for a towel hanging nearby, while I
was burning his naked body into my memory to deposit into my spank bank for
a later withdrawal.

The first thing I noticed was his perfect trimmed and shaped pubes.
Someone had really done a good job on those, and I almost wanted to take a
picture as the template for how all pubic hair should be sculpted.  He
looked so good he could be a model.  Wait, he was a model.  Now I knew why.
Holy fuck, he's hot.

He caught me staring.  At least I wasn't drooling and halfway down to my
knees at that point. "So, I've been meaning to ask you.  What's wrong with
me?"

"Huh?  Nothing, why?"

"At Uni you basically ignored me, or looked away, whenever I've tried to
talk to you, so I figured there was something about me you didn't like.  I
was just curious."

"God no.  You're perfect.  I mean...ummm...it's sort of embarrassing," I
think my lips have forgotten how to work and I might have numb tongue.  "I
just have trouble talking when you're around," I managed to admit.

"Allergic to my cologne or something?"

"No nothing like that.  I found you really interesting, and didn't know
what to say in case you thought I was an idiot."

He laughed.  "I'd never think that you were an idiot.  Although you were
giving me a serious inferiority complex.  I almost always had to run to the
bathroom to make sure I didn't have a booger or giant zit on my face."

"Sorry," I said quickly.

"You needing any tips yet about modelling that I could help with?"

I'd like to know how to be the guy that gets to wash oil off models in the
shower, but I kept that question to myself for now.  "No, so far it's okay.
They're pretty much telling me what to do anyway.  Not sure I'm the model
type though."

"You're a good-looking dude, I'm sure you'll be fine.  Wait until you see
yourself on a giant billboard, or on the side of a bus for the first time.
It's surreal."  Then he laughed.  "Not to sound egotistical or anything but
the first time I saw a 30-foot picture of myself shirtless, I could almost
see straight boys going gay for me."

"Or gay boys trying to hug it," I said trying to imagine a 30-foot picture
of his torso.  Would it be 30 times better than the real thing in front of
me, or a disappointment?  I really wanted to stare at his penis, but I
thought that might send out a bit creepy perv vibe, and I usually save that
sort of vibe for right before I lift his legs up onto my shoulders.

Blake joined me as the guys were getting dried off.  "We're all finished
our shoot, Justin.  I think the next one is gonna be a full group shot with
the entire cast.  Hey Peter, nice penis."

"Thanks Blake," he replied with a smile, moving the towel to partially
cover himself.

"Do you model too?"

"Nah.  It's not my thing.  I'm more of a behind the scenes person," Peter
replied as he redressed.

"I like being in front of the camera," Blake announced.

"No shit.  Mister `look at me all the time'," I teased.

"Hey, if you got it, work it bitch.  Am I right, Harris?"

"You know it, Blake.  Nice underwear.  Were you doing a shoot in them?"

"No," he smiled.  "These are my own.  I just took off the clothes they gave
me.  "I'd totally do an underwear shoot if they let me, but I'm not sure
that my contract would allow me to do it right now.  They want the whole
family friendly PG image thing.  Oh, you totally got a nice penis too, just
so you didn't think I hadn't seen it."

How is he just so casually blunt about everything?

"Thanks," Harris laughed looking down at it.  "Damn, he's the exact
opposite of you, Justin.  He just says what he's thinking."

"That's Blake," I nodded.

"I like that you look both circumcised and uncircumcised at the same time,"
Blake added.

"Yeah, that works in my favor for the underwear shoots.  If I pull the skin
back it stays like that making me look circumcised, or I can pull it
forward and presto I'm uncut."

Okay, can everyone stop?  How is my 14-year-old son talking penises with
the guy I'm barely able to communicate with.  Although, I actually thought
I was doing pretty good until Blake took over.

"Cool.  Good to know," Blake nodded.  "Oh, how do I get this makeup off?
Does it just wash off in the shower?"

"They have wipes for that back in the makeup prep area.  Much faster than
trying soap and water," Peter advised.  "I could show you."

Blake shrugged.  "Thanks."

The two boys headed off to find the makeup wipes.  That left me alone with
a still naked Harris.  I wonder if he'd prefer to top or bottom on the
bench beside us.  He opened a locker to get out some designer underwear and
tossed it on the bench before closing the locker again.  He didn't seem in
a hurry to dress at all.

"I guess you get used to being naked when you have to change into so many
outfits for a shoot, huh?"

"Yeah, you do.  Does it bother you?"

"Me, not at all," I replied quickly.

"Being gay, does it affect you, seeing so many guys naked?"

"You know I'm gay?"  I asked surprised.  I'm basically still in shock that
he knew my name.

"Of course.  I work with tons of gay guys around here, so you pick up a few
telltale signs.  I thought Nate was maybe your boyfriend, and that's why
you didn't want to talk to me in front of him."

"No, he's just a friend, and my business partner now that we graduated."

"Nice.  Just so you know, I'm cool with you checking me out.  Some straight
guys say they get creeped out by a gay guy looking at them, but I think
it's flattering.  I've been hit on by both guys and girls, and had a few
interesting after parties, I can tell you."

I didn't want to know.  I mean I DO want to know, but I don't.  I mean if I
know what he does at parties, I'll be jealous as fuck, especially if it
includes guys, but I also would like to be invited to one so I can be one
of those guys.  "I guess in this type of work, people are more casual
around each other than in most jobs?"

"True.  You can't complain when you have three hot girls crawling over you
for a shoot, am I right?" Harris grinned.

"Some of us could," I said without thinking.  Seems to be how I am around
Harris.

"Oh right," he grinned.  "You might have enjoyed the sports one I did where
we had a half dozen almost naked guys together."

"Yeah, although they'd have to keep stopping to dip me in ice.  I'd be
better on the shoots with the girls, but happy to be the photographer for
the guys."

"I can see that."

"Sorry," I said swallowing hard, as my heart continued to race at marathon
levels.  Him standing there naked, occasionally fluffing up his dick wasn't
helping ease my ability to talk to him.  This guy is going to give me a
heart attack standing there posing like that.  "Why did you study
psychology if you have a good modelling career?"

"I just started it to have money for uni, but eventually I want to be in
business for myself.  I guess kinda like you and Nate are doing.  My goal
now is to save up enough capital to set up a business.  If Nate ever
changes his mind, give me a call.  I could partner with you."

Wait...did anyone else see my dick go instantly hard?  I think I just set a
new 0-60 record in my pants.  I mean let's face it, being in business with
Harris would be an epically bad idea.  I'd spend all my time hitting on him
to the point where I'd have to move into Nate's office for 24/7 therapy.
"Well, let's make sure we take each other's contact info.  You never know
what the future holds.  Maybe you could be Nate's partner, and I'll become
a supermodel with my brothers."

"Please don't," Harris grinned as he finally pulled on some underwear and a
shirt, and I was able to return to a normal breathing pattern.

"I'm that bad, huh?"

"God, no.  Identical triplets in a photoshoot.  I'd never get any work
again.  You guys would book all the gigs."

"Yeah, right."

"Trust me on that," he said.

"Do you make good money modelling?"

"Yeah.  Some shoots are better than others, depending on the client and the
scope of the campaign, but yeah, overall it's good.  Tips from appearances
are usually some of the best.  Wait until you get people paying to have you
show up at their events.  That can be quite lucrative."

"I think I'd be super self-conscious at that," I said trying to sound less
knowledgeable than I was.  I mean after all; I had been a model for a
sexpose at Castlethwaite's home.

"You get used to it.  Wait until some cougar is trying to get her claws in
you.  If you can handle that scene, money is more than worth the few hours.
Of course, if you're more into a daddy setting, then that's out there too.
If you're ever interested in going to an after party, let me know.
There're usually a few good ones that pop up now and then."

"Thanks.  Sure, I like parties," I nodded.

"Just let me know if you prefer mild or wild.  I'd hate to take you to a
wild one and have you be uncomfortable when clothes start coming off."

"I think I'd be okay," I said, only partially paying attention as another
naked model walked past, and I couldn't help but stare.

Harris chuckled.  "Good eye.  He's available, and I hear he'll make your
toes curl if you get him into bed.  I should get to makeup for my next
set."  He wandered off, and I sat down on the bench to catch up on the
breathing I'd forgotten to do when he was naked in front of me.  All I'm
picturing now is Harris being railed over a large rock at the beach by the
other model, while I stand on the sidelines all jealous.

J.P. wandered into the back and sat down next to me, just before my brain
had gotten the chance to tell my legs to go after the model.  "You okay?"

"Yeah, just needed a second to cool down," I replied.

"Yeah, those lights are pretty warm out there.  You get used to it acting,
but it's still warm."

"Huh?  Oh, right.  Lights," I nodded.  "Are we done yet?"

"No.  They have a few more scenes to set up.  I think they want to do the
entire season in just one shoot.  So whatever is being planned they have a
promo shoot for.  Wait until you see Blake's look.  You're not even gonna
recognize him."

It was about 15 minutes before we were called back out the main studio.
Jason and his `girlfriend' were finishing up their set, and they called for
Blake and `Marvin' next.  Blake walked out of the back and J.P. was right.
I honestly didn't recognize him at first.  His wavy hair had been
straightened, and it now hung well down past his shoulders.  I guess that's
the natural length when it's not curled.  It had also been dyed black, and
with a side part the hair covered half his face.  He was wearing dark
eyeliner and black lipstick.  They'd made him a total emo, and with the
black jacket and ripped dark grey pants, he looked 5 years older.

"Hi Dad," he grinned as he approached.  "I mean...how's it hangin', old
man?  Cool look, huh?  Check this out, they also did my nails."  He held up
his hands, both of which now sported black nail polish.  One hand was also
in a fingerless glove.

"That's quite the look.  I didn't even recognize you."

"Don't worry about the hair, it's just spray on stuff that washes out
easily.  I was gonna get them to dye it for real, but they said that would
take to long.  I want to keep the straight hair for a few days though.  It
should get a lot of questions from guys at school.  I'll tell them it's one
of the looks for the show, and it'll make them want to see it even more.  I
might even dye it blue before I go back to school."

"But you have to ask yourself, would the new blue hair go with the black
lipstick and nail polish?"  I teased with a smile.

"Yeah, but only if I do a dark blue, like navy, not a really bright blue,"
he replied quickly.  I wonder if he'd discussed the idea with the makeup
people.  I didn't have time to ask as they got him and `Marvin' on set
together and took pictures.  I think the idea was to have `Marvin' look
suspicious of his brother, or maybe shocked and disappointed in his look.
I guess we'll find out which once the show airs.  The shots I'd like were
when the entire cast was together sprawled out in various poses.  It looked
like we were all one big happy family.  Heads were on laps, guys had their
arms around each other like a bro hug, and other such poses.  They were
fun, and I think to anyone seeing them, it would just all look totally
random, but each shot was carefully posed.

Once the guys completed their shoot, we were told we were done for the day.
I quickly made my way for those make-up wipes.  I know girls leave this
stuff on all day, but really didn't want makeup on my face.  I cleaned
myself up and headed back to the men's changing area where Blake was
talking to Peter.

"What's up guys?"  I asked.

"I was just talking to Peter about the spray they used on my hair.  I
wanted to keep it on for the rest of the day, but he said if it gets wet at
all, it'd just run off and be all over me.  Is it raining out?"

"I don't think so, but around here, that doesn't mean it won't start five
minutes from now.  With all that makeup, you'd look like a melted candle if
you got wet."

"True.  Too bad, I like this emo look.  Oh well, guess I'll hit the shower.
Would you maybe be able to help me, Peter?  I want to make sure I get it
all off the back of my hair as well."

"Sure, no problem," he nodded.  They moved over to the showers, where once
again Peter got undressed to help someone.  I wonder how many times a day
he actually showers.  He might be the cleanest teenager in the city, or
anywhere, really.

I changed back into my own clothes and was just finishing up as the boys
came out of the shower.  Blake was now back to his signature blond hair,
which I honestly think looks better on him than the black.  I couldn't help
but smile at the fact both boys seem to have visibly enjoyed the
shower...or perhaps more correctly...they'd half enjoyed it.  They grabbed
towels and headed over towards me.

"At least I recognize you now," I smiled.

"Yeah, the only sucky part is that now that I washed my hair, it'll go
curly again.  I'll need to straighten it after every shower.  Can we stop
by the drug store on the way home so I can get some temporary hair dye?  I
think I'll stick with the black.  It's more bad ass."

"We can do that, sure.  Maybe you can ask the make-up people to run the
straightener through your hair before we head home," I suggested.

"Nah, I'll go over to Sienna's.  She knows how to do it, plus I'm a little
horny, so I think that would kill two birds with one stone," he grinned.

"Yeah, I think we can all see how horny you are," I said looking down.

"You have a girlfriend?"  Peter asked, surprised.

"Yeah."

"Sorry.  I didn't know," he said getting a little flustered.

"It's all good.  I like boys too.  My girlfriend and me have a totally open
relationship."

"Do you have a girlfriend, Peter?  You seem very outgoing," I asked, taking
another quick look at his crotch, which had mostly gotten back under
control.

"No girlfriend at the moment.  You can't really be shy when you're in this
business.  You have to be pretty open minded as you see a lot of things."

"I can only imagine.  Does your job have you jumping in the shower
frequently?"  I asked out of curiosity.

"Mostly only when the models are in a hurry.  It's easier for someone to
help in that case," he revealed.

"Do you assist Harris a lot?" I asked hoping for some inside information
that would make it easier for me to get him into bed, although the
16-year-old in front of me wouldn't be a bad plan B.  Or maybe he's the add
on option for plan A.

"We're not allowed to discuss much of what goes on here.  We all sign
NDA's," he said quickly.

I'm pretty sure someone under 18 can't sign a legal document, but I'm not a
lawyer so I didn't say it out loud.  It'd probably get the kid fired if he
tried to assert that at some point.  "Too bad.  I used to go to University
with Harris, and he's someone I'd totally help in the shower if he needed
it," I said looking at Peter intently.

Blake rolled his eyes and groaned.  "Like who wouldn't you help in the
shower?"

"You," I said quickly.  Peter just laughed

"Is it just you that helps the models out?"  I asked.

"No, there's three of us.  We don't just do that though.  We help to get
them ready when needed.  Provide any food or water.  Get them to the right
set.  Anything to help keep the shoot on track and keep the models
available when needed."

"Seems like a good job to be honest."

Put your hands up if you think I should invite Peter back to my place for a
couple hours with the Triple J's?  Hmmm...not as many takers as I thought.
Okay, put your hands up if you think I should take both Harris AND Peter
back home with me to play with all of us?  That's what I thought.  Everyone
but that one guy in the Midwest.  Come on, you closeted redneck, put your
hand up.  You know you wanna see it.  It ain't sheep fuckin', but who
knows, you might like it even more.  My apologies to the sheep that like
that sort of activity.

"How'd your shoot go?"  Harris asked us, as he strolled across the studio
in just a pair of tight-fitting jeans and no shirt.  Damn, this guy is
fucking sexy.  I'll give him $10,000 right now to let me fuck him in the
middle of the studio.

"Good, I think.  They probably don't need that many pictures, but I guess
they know what they're doing," Jason replied for me.

"They do.  They go over the shots with the client to pick the best ones.
I've sometimes worked for several hours and they end up only picking three
or four actual pictures.  Did you have fun with it?"

"I wasn't really sure what was expected so I was a bit nervous.  We must
have done okay though, as he asked if the three of us would like to do
modelling again," I said, managing to form a sentence finally.

"It's the triplet thing.  Twins are usually pretty popular for shoots, but
triplets are a wet dream for some of these advertisers.  You should totally
do it.  Have your agent hold out for top rates though.  Three guys that
look like you, would be in demand."

"That'd be up to my brothers.  I'm not sure I'd ever be good enough to get
them the shots they needed."

"You should get a few test shots to see what the camera likes.  Do a
variety.  Full shots, posing to the camera.  Head shots.  Torso.  Do a few
underwear scenes and let the camera get a good feel for how you come
across.  I saw your body when you guys were changing, and I think you'd all
be great on camera.  Natural blond hair, nice toning, and good legs.
Smooth chests and great facial features.  If you really want to grab their
attention slap out a few teaser nudes.  That should book you plenty of
work."

"Teaser nudes?"  I asked.

"Yeah, they suggest you're fully naked, without revealing anything.  A side
butt cheek, a crotch, with your arm or some item, barely covering you.
Something like that.  Shows you might be willing to do more, without
actually saying you'd do more."

I seemed to remember Terrance and Walter saying something like that as they
positioned our dicks with great care and loving strokes.

"Justin, I'm just going to get the car," `Marvin' said to me.  I just
nodded while continuing to look at Harris.  Jason and J.P. went to leave
with him, but Blake just stood there looking at us.

"Come on Blake, you too," J.P said.

"I wanna wait here and see how long it takes for Justin to crash and burn,"
Blake replied.

J.P. grabbed him by the neck and led him away.

"He's an interesting kid.  How do you know him?"  Harris asked.

"He's one of the actors in the show," I replied.  "Well, that and he's my
son.  Adopted son, in case you think I'm older than I look."

"I always think you're younger than you look," Harris smiled.  "What did he
mean by wanting to see you crash and burn?"

"Nothing.  He's a heroin addict, so who knows what brain cells are left."

Harris laughed.  "Is he expecting you to hit on me?"

"Blake expects me to hit on everyone.  It's his thing."

"I'm cool if you do.  Just so you don't think I'm insecure or anything."

"I don't think that," I replied feeling a panic attack on the way.

"Like I said earlier, I find it flattering when someone thinks I'm hot.
Even guys," he said smiling to reveal his bright white teeth.  Fuck, I want
to kiss him, like super hard right now.  "Just for the record, you wouldn't
crash and burn."

What the hell does that mean?  Does that mean, he'd smile and say thanks if
I hit on him, or would he grab my hand, and run into the nearest storage
room to bang one out?  I had no idea what to say to that, so I just stayed
quiet.

He gave his lips a small little lick as we looked at each other.  "If
you're not busy someday next week, maybe we could hang out, and you could
show me the business you and Nate set up.  Maybe we could share some ideas.
I could even give you a few modelling tips if you're ever thinking of doing
this again.  But you actually gotta talk to me to ask me over," he
chuckled.

"Sure," I said, trying not to stammer, or look over eager.  I'm going to
dust off the leather couch in my office and make sure the room is extra
warm for him, in case he wants to take his clothes off.

"When would you be free?"  He inquired.

I just shrugged.  "Like anytime?"  I said trying to remember to breathe as
well as talk.

"How about Wednesday morning?"

"Sounds good to me.  I'll text you," I said trying to sound casual, while
hoping he didn't notice that my penis was trying to Hulk its way out of my
pants right now.  I turned to leave and quickly adjusted myself so that
nothing would snap in half as I walked.

It seemed to take forever for Wednesday to arrive, but at the same time it
arrived at lightning speed, if you know what I mean.  While you're waiting
in anticipation, every minute seems like an hour, but once the time gets
here, it speeds up so fast that you almost don't have the ability to
process what is happening.

I picked Harris up at his house, but to my disappointment he didn't invite
me in to check the firmness of his mattress or anything.  He was waiting
outside as I pulled up.  I'd decided to use my regular car, which in this
case was the BMW.  You know how it is with straight boys and cars, and I
didn't want him focused on that today.

"Hey!"  He grinned as he climbed in.  "Nice car.  Wow.  What's this worth,
like a hundred grand?"

"I'm not sure. Maybe," I replied trying to downplay it.  I pulled away and
we drove to the office while Harris checked out the car.  If he fondles me
like he's doing to the BMW, I'd be one happy little fag.  So much for not
having him focused on a car.  We parked in the underground lot and made our
way up to the offices.  I got him a transponder so he could get through the
gatekeepers at reception.  They know me know, but they were still
tyrannical about these passes, and I've learned not to piss them off.

"'Morning Nate," I said as I arrived.  "You remember Harris from class."

He laughed.  "Sure.  Hey Harris.  You finally got him to talk to you, huh.
Two years and the best he could say was gurgle blurp."

"I have never said gurgle blurp," I said defensively.

"True, but it mostly sounded like that.  How'd you two connect up?"  Nate
asked.

"At a modelling gig.  I was there when Justin and his family showed up for
their shoot," Harris explained.

"You're modelling?"  Nate asked me with an amused look on his face.  "They
run out of real models or are you the poster boy for the Institute for the
blind?"

"Shut up.  It was for the guys' show.  `Blurred Lines'.  They needed promo
shots for the next season, so Jason and I agreed to go to make it easier
than having to photoshop J.P. in."

"That makes sense," Nate nodded.

"Although Institute for the blind could be fun.  Imagine the braille
nipples and package."  As if I couldn't be a world-famous model.  Just look
at these cheek bones.  I mean I have cheek bones obviously, but I have no
idea what makes one greater than the other.  I know about chins, but not so
much cheek bones.

"I brought Harris over to let him check out the offices we set up."

"This is actually pretty nice.  Are you guys sharing this office?  How does
that work?"  He asked.

"No, this is Nate's office.  Mine is next door," I replied pointing to the
connecting door.  "Here, come check it out."

We all went through to my side.

"Wow, you guys sure have different tastes.  This side is more traditional,
and Nate's side is more modern.  Did you do that for different types of
clients?"

"I suppose ideally we could, but it's mostly just personal preference.
Justin has more of that classic approach.  I'm trying to take it a
different way.  I think if our clients feel like they're in the 21st
century and not the 1900's they may be more willing to look towards the
future."

"I think that was an attempted burn," I replied frowning.  "I'm just trying
to give my clients a familiar and warm environment, not something that
feels like a spotlight is about to be rolled out for an interrogation at
some point."

Harris laughed.  "Are you sure you two are partners...or competitors?"

"We just tease each other a lot.  We actually like the differences in the
offices," Nate replied.  "I have one client who prefers Justin's office to
mine, but wants me as her therapist, so it gives us a variety."

"How do you avoid accidentally walking in on a session?"

"We just text each other when we're using the office," I explained.  "Plus
no one knocks on the door as we hold everyone at reception until we're
ready for them."

"This is a great set up.  What are all the other offices out there?
Doesn't seem like any business setup I've ever seen before."

I explained all about Colin's entrepreneurial venture as Nate and I walked
him around.  He was really fascinated by the quiet room and the pods where
you could take a nap.  That was my favorite room too. Second to the massage
area that is.  We introduced him to Cole and Dimitri who of course offered
him a massage almost immediately.  Back off boys, the first person
massaging anything on Harris is me.

"I have to get back as I have a client waiting," Nate said as he looked at
his phone as it buzzed.  "Good to see you two becoming friends.  Stop by
anytime Harris."

"Thanks.  You guys have a great business here."

Nate took off, leaving Harris and I to wander around a bit more.  "So?
What do you think about the offices?"

"This is quite the layout.  Love the whole wellness center thing. This is
the type of environment I'd totally love to open a business in," he said as
he took it all in.  "And more importantly, how do you get to pitch an idea?
Think they'd be interested in another psychologist?"

"You just need a business plan, and ideally something unique to get their
attention.  Not all the businesses work out of here, so while there may not
be room for another psychologist here, you could pitch an idea of where
there might be a need and set up there.  Any specialty you're thinking of?"

"I was looking at child psychology.  I figure if I can help just one kid
before they turn into a serial killer, rapist, school shooter, and gang
member, it'd be worth it."

"Is that just one kid, or would those careers be spread over multiple
kids?"  I joked.

"It's just one kid.  A real bad ass from the wrong side of the tracks," he
laughed.

"What tracks?  A kid like that would tear out the tracks, melt them down to
make weapons and artillery."

"I've always been good with kids, so I thought maybe I could try making a
living at it.  I took specialty courses at university to focus on the
different ways to deal with children."

"Put them into modelling with you.  Show them how to do something positive
instead of being a school shooting, rapist, gang member."

"God no.  Modelling would be a terrible profession for a kid.  It's a
narcissistic and sadistic business.  Any kid with even a small amount of
self doubt would be eaten alive.  That's probably where all those bad
traits start."

"Is it really that bad?"

"It's lucrative when you're at the top of your game, but to get there, it
takes a lot of compromise and hard work.  Then you're fighting time as you
age out of various jobs.  I have fun doing it for now, but I'd like
something where I could control my own future."

"Like psychology," I reasoned.

"Like psychology," he nodded.

"How old were you when you started?"

"My first paid shoot, I was 9, but I didn't start making real money until I
turned 13."

"Did you ever have to compromise your principals to get noticed, or to book
some jobs?"  I asked.

He stopped and looked at me.  "Are you asking if I've ever given it up to
someone just so they'd hire me?"He stopped and looked at me.

I shrugged.  "You hear stories.  Just wondered if it's true or not."

"I don't think it's as common as movies would make it seem.  I think a lot
of models end up hooking up with the photographers at some point.  Probably
as much the model's idea as the photographer though.  Not a case of if you
don't put out, I'll blacklist you.  That wouldn't go over well.  As a
model, you either fit the profile for the client or you don't.  I think
some models figure if they put themselves out there it'll get them
noticed."

"Does it?"

"No idea.  I suppose it might if you're a mediocre model working with a
bargain basement studio or photographer.  Definitely doesn't work with the
high-end professionals.  It does give you other opportunities though."

"Yeah?  Like what?"

"Well, you're working with hot models all the time.  Especially in sexy,
and somewhat revealing, clothing.  It's only natural that you'll form some
connections."

"When did you make your first connection?"

He laughed.  "13.  One of my first major shoots.  I lost my virginity on
that one."

"At 13.  Good for you.  What's the story?"

"Nothing major.  One of the older female models said I was cute and invited
me back to her place after we'd finished."

"Every boy's dream to hook up with an older supermodel," I chuckled.

"No shit.  I didn't know she wanted sex or anything, but I was 13, so
having some older girl talk to me was a thrill all on its own."

"How old was she?"

"18.  To me at that age she seemed like she was so much older, and I loved
the attention.  I loved it even more when she undressed me and told me how
great I looked.  Then she showed me how to have sex.  It was the best 14
seconds of my life."

I laughed hard.  "14 seconds?"

"Hey, I was 13.  I'm surprised I lasted that long. I was ready to explode
the second she popped one of my shirt buttons.  I actually lasted longer
than that, but not by much.  To this day, she is the person I credit with
giving me the most valuable sex education a guy could get.  I went home
with a smile that lasted for days.  I'm sure my parents thought I was on
drugs."

"You ever fool around with a guy from any of your shoots?"

"Wouldn't you like to know?"  Harris teased.

I would like to know.  I really really would like to know.


"I will say that I'm as comfortable doing sexy scenes with guys as I am
with girls."

"I guess that makes you more bookable," I reasoned.

"It does," he nodded, then changed the subject.  "Sweet house.  This is the
type of house I'd like to own.  Did you get all this from acting?"

"No, Colin was in property development, so most of the money came from
that," I said giving the abridged version.

I took him to the kitchen to grab a couple beers.  I know straight boys
prefer a wobbly pop over a nice cocktail, so you gotta adapt when they're
around.  I showed him the house and as you would expect, when we got to the
lower level, the cars and the games room took more time than the rest of
the house.

I finally managed to get him upstairs to finish the tour.  "And this is the
master bedroom.  Might be the best views in the entire house." I said as we
entered and made our way to the balcony.  I don't think a lot of straight
people parade their guests through their bedroom, but thankfully we weren't
straight, and our bedroom looked awesome, even without a group of people in
the bed.

"Nice bedroom.  Shit, this is bigger than my entire place.  Great view.
Nice sunken hot tub too.  You use it a lot?" Harris said as he took it all
in.

"Blake uses it more than Colin or I.  His room is just down there, so he
strolls down from his room like he owns it."

God, if I were a kid with a setup like this, I'd be down here all the
time," he said as he turned to look at the bathroom area.  "I think that'd
feel weird showering there.  Like I'm guessing no one can see in, but it'd
feel like I was showering outside where everyone could see me."

"It does feel a bit like that.  It's hotter when you can hear people
outside, which makes it feel even more like you're on stage.  Pretty cool
when two of you are showering in there as well," I said stammering a
little, in case he could read my mind at this point.

"Do you have a camera?"  He asked.

"In the shower?" I asked surprised.

"No," he laughed.  "Just a camera, like to take pictures?"

We have tons in Blake's studio, but I think they're all complicated, and I
never learned how to use one of those, so I figured I better not mention
them.  "I have the one on my phone.  It's pretty good."

"Cool.  Take one of me in here with the yard behind us.  Should look pretty
cool," he said as he pulled off his shirt and got into the shower.  "Just
get head and torso, and the shower head.  It'll make it look like I'm in
here without clothes."

Or he could just take off his clothes.  I'd be okay with that.

I took several shots as he posed, and I have to admit he was really
photogenic.  I guess that makes sense if you're an actual model.  He
checked the pictures as he stood beside me and we scrolled through them.  I
could feel the heat of his body permeating through my clothes and I think
his pheromones were mixing with mine, causing some sort of chemical
reaction.  Would it come across as creepy if I slammed him against the wall
and bit his neck?

"Those look great.  Wanna do a few more on the deck with me looking out
over the yard?  You can get more of the background this time?"  He asked.

We strolled outside and I was ready.  I mean why would I object to getting
more pictures of Harris?  I resumed snapping pictures as he posed.  Somehow
he just seemed to know what would look good and what wouldn't.  When we
paused to check the shots again, he removed his pants to leave him in his
tight-fitting designer underwear.  He said we should do a few more with the
hot tub visible as well as the backyard.  These were getting complicated.
Harris moved to step into the hot tub where the water came up to the top of
his thighs, stopping just short of hitting his crotch.  He had some serious
muscle tone on his legs.  I've never been much of a leg man, but these were
certainly making my heart pound a little faster.  I think the only other
time I saw legs on some model that really grabbed my attention was a guy
named Derkslurp on TikTok and YouTube.  I think his real name is Derek, but
he had the slurp part right.  I'd lick him for days if I was allowed.  He's
a bit over the top for me, but amazing to look at while you fantasize about
him.  I took the shots Harris wanted, then got bold and gave some artistic
suggestions.

"You should go for the wet look."

"Great idea," he grinned and quickly dunked himself up to the neck before
standing back up.  I hit the camera button and let it take dozens of rapid
shots as he came back up.  Who knows what sort of action that'll capture.
What I noticed immediately was how much more visible his package was now
that his shorts were stuck to him.  Harris didn't seem to care and when he
turned away to look out over the yard, his ass was even better as the wet
underwear clung to him, clearly showing off his crack and firm cheeks.  I'd
actually go so far to say that it looked like his ass was trying to eat his
underwear.

"Is that a real waterslide?"  He asked pointing to it.

"Yeah.  There's a pump to run the water up to it so that it's more fun than
just some dry slide," I replied.

"Cool. You have a really great back yard.  It's massive.  It's gotta be
bigger than a football field.  Is that a hedge maze over there too?"

"Yep.  We take the kids in there for their time outs.  By the time they
find the exit, their bad behaviour is over."

"Really?"  He asked surprised.

"No.  Just joking.  We can go check it out later," I offered.

"Sweet.  You want a couple really sexy shots?"  He asked turning back
around to look at me directly.  I thought all of these were sexy so far,
but who was I to stifle creativity.

"Might as well since you're already wet," I smiled.

He licked his finger and touched it to his nipple.  Okay, that's proved
he's a straight boy.  A total cheesy move from a B type movie.  Not saying
I didn't like it.  Just that it's cheesy.  I took the pictures as he posed,
including ones where he bent over and stuck his ass out.  When he stood up
and put his hand inside the top of his underwear and pushed it down at the
side, I made sure to get lots of those pictures.  He pushed them so far
down that I could see the pubes appearing.  Before he went further, he
turned around and shoved the back of his underwear down to fully expose his
ass.  Damn, with shots like this, someone's spank bank is going to fill up
fast.  My spank bank that is.  When he leaned over and stuck his ass out
with the wet underwear cupped under his cheeks, I almost leapt in the pool
to attend to him, but I'm a professional photographer, so I simply adjusted
my painful erection and continued to take the shots.

"These are great," I said enthusiastically.  "I can see why you're
popular."

"I'm not really.  There are tons of guys who look better than me in these
shots," he said as he turned around.

"I doubt that," I replied as I watched him adjust his underwear.  He folded
the waistband inside and then lifted the legs of the shorts, making it look
like he was now wearing skimpy briefs.  I took tons of those shots.  Then
when he adjusted his penis off to the side and folded the wet material
around the outline, I'm pretty sure I almost fainted.  You could clearly
make out everything.  I wish his colourful underwear had just been white at
this point.  I kept taking pictures as he posed.  If he keeps this up,
forget DerkSlurp, I'd be looking to slurp Harris.

"Damn, not much left to the imagination in that shot.  Do you do lots like
that?"  I asked.

"Not really.  If they want sexy, it's not so much about showing the penis
as it is about creating the fantasy in your head about the penis.  It's a
huge difference.  Naked guys are not as sexy most of the time.

"That's so true.  I'm like that with plenty of guys.  They're so sexy in
little swim suits or showing their asses, but not everything.  Then you see
their junk and you're sort of over them.  You'd rather have been left with
the fantasy."

"Is that your way of saying to keep my underwear on?"  He said as he
stepped out of the hot tub and came over to me.

Shit.  No, that's the opposite of what I wanted.  See, me and my big mouth
sometime just don't know when to shut up.  He stood beside me to see the
pictures I'd taken, but hadn't bothered to pull his underwear back up over
his ass.  He nodded as he checked out the pictures and said to make sure I
sent him copies of all of it. "Do you mind if I jump in the shower to wash
off the chlorine?  I hate letting it dry out my skin."

"Go for it.  When you're in our house, you're family."  Not sure why I said
that, but it's out there now.

"Great. Thanks.  Bring the camera and take shots of me showering," he
suggested as we returned to the bathroom.

"But just head and torso.  I remember," I smiled.

"You okay if I lose the shorts for the shower?  I know you like the fantasy
in your head thing, but you've already seen me naked."

"It's all good.  I'd hate to shower in clothes," I replied as I felt a
throbbing pain in my groin.  Why do I get myself into these situations?

He started the water and waited for it to get to temperature before
dropping his shorts and stepping in.  Oh my god.  Harris is naked in my
bathroom...in my shower!  I'm seriously having a lack of blood issue right
now.  It's all in one place, not spread out all over like normal.  He
turned to look at me.

"You can take shots of everything if you want.  I'm cool with nudes.  I can
use them only my OnlyFans page."

"You have an OnlyFans?" I asked a little surprised, and maybe a bit
disappointed in myself for not knowing that, and more importantly not being
subscribed.  I mean I do like to help out the artists trying to make a
living.

"Yeah.  It's going okay, but I need more exposure.  No pun intended.  Any
ad campaign that has my name in it helps if people think I'm sexy."

"How could they not?" I said as I took the opportunity to get plenty of
naked shots.  I mean we want to give him lots for his site, right?  He
posed for several shots including ones of water running into his face, off
his chest and dripping from the end of his penis.  I made sure to get lots
of those so he had plenty to choose from.

Once he was done, I made sure to get pictures of him toweling dry and a few
looking in the mirror.  The shots with him and his reflection were twice as
good if you ask me.

"Do you have any body lotion?  I like to use it after a shower while my
pores are still open."

What's open?  Damn he's sexy.  "Sure we have some good stuff," I said as I
grabbed it from the cupboard and handed it to him.  Any excuse to keep him
naked longer was fine by me.  When he put his leg on the toilet seat, I
couldn't help but take a few shots of him like that.  His ass sticking out,
with the cheeks slightly spread.  His balls and penis clearly visible
between his legs.  I'm pretty sure I'm past fainting, but I may actually be
having a stroke.  Speaking of that, I wonder if Harris would let me have a
stroke...of him.

"Would you mind doing my back?" he asked as he finished doing his legs and
chest.  He handed me the bottle, so I put my phone down and rubbed his
back.  It was so smooth, yet firm.  I could feel each muscle as I rubbed
the lotion all over him.  I took my time, without trying to be obvious that
I was taking my time.  Once I got to his lower back and rubbed just at the
top of his ass crack, all I could think about was trying to find a way to
get him to bend over right about now.

I rubbed the side of his hip, allowing my movements to slow down as I moved
around to his ass cheeks, but then avoided them and just ran my hand over
his lower back again.

"I'm cool if you want to go lower.  I'm used to it when we get prepped for
a shoot," he said looking back at me.  "First time I ever got my ass and
junk powdered, I almost jumped a mile.  Now I barely notice."

Once I'd finished with the lotion, he looked at himself in the mirror
again, then stood beside me to look at the last few pictures.  He was still
naked.  If this is some sort of test of my resolve, I should be getting a
pretty good grade, but if he doesn't put clothes on soon, I may end up
ripping my clothes off like the Hulk and fucking him until he collapses in
exhaustion.  I can dream.

We returned to the bedroom where he did pull his pants back on, although
remained shirtless.  It lowered my anxiety a little, but not really my
penis.  "Guess I'm going commando," he laughed holding up his wet
underwear.  "Guess I didn't think that through very well."

"Probably not.  We can throw those in the dryer while we hang out.  Then
they'll be ready when you head out," I offered.

We stopped by the laundry room and I tossed them in.  Not sure how long
they take but we have some setting on the dryer called sensor automatic.
Seems like that might know what it's doing.  From there we grabbed drinks
in the kitchen.

"Would you like me to give you some modelling tips, maybe take a few
pictures?"  Harris asked.

I couldn't give a shit about modelling, but I'm not about to object at
spending more time with him.  We went out to the hedge maze where he took
lots of pictures of me with the greenery of the hedges behind me.  I guess
that focused the pictures on me and not on the background.  He convinced me
to take some nude shots, which for the official record didn't require a lot
of convincing.  I'm getting used to this being photographed thing.  Maybe I
should be a model.

"Let's get a few with the two of us together," Harris said as he quickly
undressed, leaving him as naked as I was.  This wasn't going to go well.
He grabbed a small remote from is pants pocket and played with his phone
for a minute as he propped it up.  "I have this app I bought that allows me
to take picture with the remote.  Works great for selfie shots I want
without it looking like a selfie."

He moved behind me and pressed us together.  He turned my head so we were
both looking at the camera and took some pictures.  Then he slowly rotated
our torsos so we were more towards the camera, and took more shots.  His
hand was on my hip, which I'm assuming was strategic to hide my penis.

"Okay now look back at me, sort of seductively," he said.  No acting
required here, as I turned to stare at him and he took more pictures.  He
looked down and gave a small chuckle.

"It's going to be hard to hide that in this state," he said as he flicked
the side of my erection playfully.  "Damn, that's a big cock."

"Sorry.  I guess it just feels your penis pressed against my ass crack and
thinks we're about to get fucked," I replied.

"Is that something you enjoy?  Getting fucked?"  He asked bluntly.

"Sure.  I actually love it.  I mean some guys are bad at it, but it's still
mostly fun."

"It's not something I think I'd ever get used to," he said casually.  "You
want to ramp the shots up and make them a little sexier?"

Wait, can we go back to the part where he just said he wouldn't ever get
used to being fucked. Does that mean he's actually been fucked?  This is
breaking news.  I'm talking stop regular programming on all channels type
breaking news.  Of course, right now, I had to focus on his question.
"Sure, but how do we make them sexier than this?"  I asked, considering he
was pressed right up against me fully naked.

"Maybe like this," he grinned as he turned my head and leaned in to kiss
me.  I was a bit shocked, but clearly heard the camera going off, so I
returned the kiss so that he wouldn't think I didn't want to participate.

"I think that was sexier," he said once we stopped.  "We'll do that again,
only this time take this arm," he said patting the one farthest from the
camera, "and lift it up behind my head.  I'll stroke your chest and we'll
kiss."

"No argument here," I said as my heart rate jumped slightly.  I put my arm
behind his head and heard him take shots of it.  He adjusted me slightly
and then placed his hand on my chest as more clicks came from the camera.
He turned my head and we began to kiss.  This time we really go into it and
anyone entering now would probably believe we were into each other.  I mean
that was at least 50% correct, but the camera would show the passion of it,
I'm sure.  Harris began running his hand down my chest until he took hold
of my erection that hadn't subsided since the first kiss.  He began to
stroke me as we kept kissing.  This only made me hornier and I kissed
harder, almost forgetting about the camera going off like crazy.

I paused the kiss.  "If you keep doing that, I'm gonna nut all everywhere.
Then you'll have made me so horny I'll have no choice but to drop to my
knees and blow you," I warned.

"That doesn't sound like a real complaint," he smirked and pulled my head
back against his to resume kissing.  I let him jerk me off even harder, and
I couldn't hold back any longer.  I grunted and ejaculated all over the
ground.  Cleanup on aisle two!  Once I was done, I broke our kiss and he
was grinning.  I have no idea whether he was joking about being okay with a
blowjob or not, but I wasn't about to ask.  Until now, I'd seen him naked
but not fully hard.  I'd felt his penis inflate as he pressed against me,
and at one point had slipped between my legs.  I'd secretly hoped he was
going to fuck me, but he didn't.  I turned to look at him to see if he was
maybe waiting for the blowjob.

He just grinned.  "Not bad, dude.  Not bad at all.  We should get cleaned
up and see how those pictures came out."  Guess the blowjob will have to
wait.

We hit the bathroom briefly to take care of any remaining mess and then
dressed.  Harris grabbed his phone and we sat down to look at them.

"They came out alright, I think," I said as we checked them out.  He'd
uploaded them to his account and then sent me the link so I had the full
set too.  I did the same with the pictures I'd taken of him.

"Not bad.  If we were doing this professionally, we'd need much better
lighting, and in a few shots my hand would have been positioned better as I
can see part of your penis, and that wouldn't be what they'd want in
simulated shots."

I chuckled as I looked at some of the later shots.  "I think you'd need
bigger hands for this pose."

My penis had gone fully erect and was clearly visible, and of course the
ones where he was actively stroking me, were definitely not simulating
anything.  He hadn't taken any pictures of me cumming, which was both a
relief and sort of disappointing.  I'd be happy to have them for bragging
rights.  Pictures are definitely worth a thousand words and much better
than the notch on my straight boy belt.

"How'd you get started modelling, Harris?" I asked as we decided to head
outside and get some air.

"Nothing spectacular.  Just went to an open audition when I was a kid.
Didn't book that job, but the photographer liked me and gave me and my mom
his business card.  He told us he thought I had potential.  When we got
home, my mom looked the guy up on his website and read reviews about him.
Seemed legit, so we contacted him."

"Looks like it turned out okay."

"Yeah, now it's going okay.  Took a while though.  The guy said I needed a
portfolio to hand out whenever I auditioned and he offered to do one for
me."

"Oh, I've heard of those scams.  You pay them $500 bucks for the photoshoot
and then nothing happens."

"Yeah, that's one of those red flags you hear about.  He was actually cool
though.  Didn't charge anything, but said any work he booked he got 10% of
amount I was offered.  I know agents and managers get that so I was fine
with it.  He took the shots and that's how I got started."

"Nice.  Did you get lots of work?"

"Not at first.  Mostly cute little kid stuff, but once I aged out of that
and had gained some experience, I did more mature teen things.  Added a few
sexier, then things picked up."

I laughed.  "Dude, just send out pictures of you in a thong showing off
everything but your junk and you'd book everything."

"Until blond triplets came along and took it all away," he teased.  "But
modelling has its perks that's for sure.  You get to travel a bit and meet
some seriously sexy people.  It also doesn't hurt having so many people
looking at you and dreaming about taking you home with them."

"I'd be okay with that.  Of course, I'd just be as happy taking the model
home with me as being taken home," I admitted.

"And having them pose for pictures in your bedroom and shower?" He teased.

"I could see that happening," I grinned.  "Damn...I should have gotten to
know you a lot earlier."

"That's on you," he laughed.  "Not like I wasn't available to talk to."

"I know.  I'm working on it.  I freeze up a lot when I'm crushing on
someone, and usually miss out on more than I should.  The day Timotheé
Chalamet walks in my front door, I better be over it, or I'm going to put a
bullet in myself and start over in reincarnation."

He laughed again.  "Just Timotheé Chalamet?"

"No, I have a whole list to get through, but he's at the top of my likely
unattainable, but you never know, so you leave him on the list.  I'm just
curious.  Would you ever totally compromise yourself to get something you
really wanted?"

Harris smiled.  "I think it would depend on what's on offer, but yeah," he
nodded.  "I'd be willing to go to bed with someone that I might not
otherwise be interested in."

My mission now was to find something he wanted really badly and offer it to
him in exchange for...let's call them personal and consensual favours.
"Other than working for yourself as a psychologist, do you have any other
goals."

"I'd like to try acting.  At least once to see how different it is to
modelling.  I think it's probably a lot of the same idea.  Presenting
yourself believably to the camera.  I think the only thing I'd struggle
with is memorizing the lines.  I can't even remember song lyrics half the
time."

"Yeah, that's my problem with the while thing.  Plus, I'm not as
comfortable in front of the camera.  That's J.P.'s thing.  Actually Blake
and `Marvin' are good at that too.  You should hear them having
conversations as they act out roles.  Fuck, they can memorize half a move
in minutes."

"I think guys with photographic or eidetic memories would do well.  I have
more of a sieve memory."

"Me too," I laughed.  "I'm guessing lots of actors have tricks to help them
remember.  I should hook you up with J.P. and maybe he could help."

Harris smirked at me.  "I thought you were the one that wanted to hook up
with me?"

"I meant hook you up to learn about acting," I clarified.

"Just out of curiosity for myself, are you and your brothers completely
identical?"

"Yep.  Stand us naked side by side, do our hair the same and you'd probably
not be able to figure out who was who."

"Please tell me that doesn't apply to your penises as well.  It's bad
enough that the three of you could take away a lot of modelling jobs from
others, but throw cocks that big into the mix, and you'd take all the
erotic and nude shoots too."

"We actually did a sexy shoot for friends of ours to help their gallery.
The entire series sold out almost immediately."

He laughed.  "I could see that.  Did you go full nude, or just simulated?"

"Simulated, but several shots left very little to the imagination," I
admitted.

"I should be heading home.  I had fun today.  Hopefully now you're able to
talk to me, we can hang out again.  Who knows, maybe we could book a few
modelling jobs together one day."

"I'd like that, although I'd have to do a lot of work to be comfortable
with it.  It's so weird.  I can walk up to a total stranger and carry on a
conversation no problem, but put me in front of someone I find sexy, and
I'm a ball of goo."

"Well, not to be crude, but we took care of your ball of goo earlier.  I
think it's still crusting on your lawn," he teased.

I drove him home and wondered if I'd actually see him again.  He might just
be acting polite by saying he had fun today, or he might also be bolting
his apartment door to protect against the pervy gay guy.  Only time will
tell.

I suddenly remembered he said he had an OnlyFans page, so I floored it to
get home to check it out.  I need lube and tissues handy in case I find it.

It didn't take that much looking.  I found his modeling portfolio first,
then it was just a few clicks to find his OnlyFans link.  He was only
charging $4.99 for the membership, and once I'd signed up there were plenty
of opportunities to buy more premium pictures or short videos.  Apparently,
Harris knew how to make money.  He had the teaser shot first, then the
premium shot to reveal more of himself.

Some of the earlier ones in his basic account were pretty tame.  Sexy as
fuck, but tame.  Didn't stop me from zooming in on each part I could.  I
liked one where Harris was in front of a mirror, completely naked, except
for a small towel held in front of himself.  The premium set, which I paid
$5 for, had the towel easing lower and lower, until he was fully naked.
Then a couple more shots he was becoming erect, ending with the final shot
of the full erection.  That teased another opportunity for the video of him
jerking off in front of the mirror.  I had to see that, so I dropped
another $10.  The video started off where the pictures ended, and he
seductively jerked off until he shot his load all over the mirror.  He'd
used two camera and then edited the video so we got both a full body shot
and close-up of the masturbation.  I was ready to click any link that would
allow me to me in the room with him in person, and give him a good rogering
to help him climax.  Couldn't find that link button though, unfortunately.
He looked younger in this set, so I'm assuming they were him just starting
out.

The next set he was on the bed stretched out, partially propped up against
a headboard with pillows behind him.  He had a hand behind his head flexing
his arm, chest, and abs at the same time.  He looked super ripped and it
was a nicely posed picture.  He had quite few in that set.  Some with the
sheet over his crotch, some with a teddy bear.  One with his laptop and so
on.  A couple he was on his stomach showing amazing shots of his body and
ass.  Not explicit ass, just cheek.  Some of the last shots were him lying
on his back again, only this time his crotch was blurred but only enough to
hide the actual goodies.  You could make out enough to know he had his hand
around it and was hard.  To continue, you needed to buy it.  I needed to
continue.

The first non-blurred picture showed the hand around his erection, and it
didn't disappoint. There were several like that, each one seemingly more
erotic than the last, if that's even possible.  What I liked about this set
was that he was perfectly smooth with no pubes, leg hair or underarms.
Real turn-ons for me, making him even more desirable.  As the pictures
progressed, you could feel him getting closer to orgasm and I smiled to
myself as I saw his toes curl.  The pièce de resistance was the shot
that showed him mid ejaculation.  It was perhaps the best cum shot I've
ever seen.  The jet was a good two feet in the air arcing towards his chest
like the stream from a drinking fountain.  God, now I'm thirsty.

This was followed up with more shots of the orgasm and the mess it left on
his body.  A video was posted at the end and was pricier than the others at
$25.  I quickly paid for it.  I sat back and watched as he basically gave a
solo performance worthy of an Emmy.  He teased his whole body, including
his ass, before settling in to give one hell of a jerk off performance.  I
was watching closely, and although I should have figured out that he wasn't
alone for this video, it sort of surprised me when a hand came into the
frame to play with his balls, before taking his cock and stroking it for a
few seconds.  Then it was back to Harris on his own, where he even fingered
his own ass.  Shots like this always make me believe that right after the
shoot is over, the photographer jumps on the model and screws his ass off.
Why do you think I now want to be a photographer so bad?

I was going to be watching that video a few times, that's for sure.  I
scanned through the rest of his pictures which were all extremely varied.
I guess you need that if you want people to pay for them.  He had some in
showers, others outside.  Some that seemed very risky in public settings
with others around.  There were many action shots of him.  Most started
with clothes and got slightly more revealing as the set went on.  I like
the ones where he was with others.  Usually if they were naked with him,
their private bits were blurred out, except for one set that cost another
$25.

This time he was naked with another guy, who looked about our age and
almost as cute as Harris.  The guys did some workout thing, that ended up
with the two of them checking themselves out in the floor to ceiling
mirrors, then checking each other out.  It finished with them on mats side
by side jerking off.  A few had them jerking each other off, which was hot,
but it never went further than that.  I was hoping for some 69 action,
followed by a complete fuck video.  There wasn't.  It concluded with them
both shooting their loads and big grins as they looked at the mess the
other had made.  It was worth the money in my mind.  Or course for that
price it wasn't just the pictures, it was the entire jerk off video too.
There was no photographer hand this time, but it still didn't stop me
imaging the guy pulling Harris and his friend into an hour long three-way.

There were hundreds of pictures and I mostly scanned through everything. I
deliberately went in reverse order, so that his newer stuff was last. "Holy
shit," I said out loud to myself as I reached the newest set.  It was the
stuff we'd just done on the balcony and him in the shower.  I kept
refreshing in case he was posting the ones of the two of us together, but
it was only him, so I was able to relax.  I stored Harris' link and went
back to the video of him being jerked off.  I participated with them as I
watched closely, then imagined the moments after, where I assumed he was
folded in half and given some very personal attention.  I intend to find a
way to recreate that video in the near future, including the
behind-the-scenes activity.  For now, I'll just have to be happy with the
events of today, and hope I don't wear my cock out before I take him to
bed.



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