Date: Sat, 14 Jan 2012 10:50:20 -0800 (PST) From: David Copperfield Subject: The Shoot Foreword Each of these vignettes is a single scene, an episode in the life of a boy or boys, an introduction to some of life's delights. They depict youngsters' first steps into the mysteriously exciting unknown. Where they may go thereafter is left to the fertile imagination of the reader. But remember: even in your imagination the boys should always be the ones to decide. I trust you all to handle them with consideration and care. ============================================================================ The Shoot Jeb was careful to hold his little brother's hand not only when crossing the street but most of the time on the sidewalk as well. Cody was a bright lad but as curious as a puppy, apt to dart off to investigate anything new. Many things are new to a six-year-old in a big city and not all of them are safe. Jeb's mother had instructed him to keep Cody in hand where possible and close at hand always. Jeb had objected to bringing Cody to the photoshoot at all ("He's too little. Nobody's gonna want to see pictures of _him_!") but his mother said that would be up to Mr. Smith. If Mr. Smith liked him then he would pay more money and maybe they would be able to afford the game system Jeb had been begging for. Impressed with the force of her reasoning Jeb had agreed to help in any way he could. Now he was guiding Cody down a side street, into an alley and up to a small door. He knocked and the door opened to reveal a middle-aged balding man with a slight pot belly. "Right on time as usual, Jeb." the man said with a smile. Extending his hand to the younger lad he added, "You must be Cody, is that right?" The blond boy nodded shyly. "I'm pleased to meet you, Cody. Come in and let me show you around." He led the boys through a short hallway and down a stairway to a small kitchenette. "Would you like something to drink?" "Coke please," said Jeb. Cody just nodded. Mr. Smith gave them each a can and ushered them into the next room. It was a large bedroom but Cody thought it looked a bit strange. Around the large bed were set three tripods, one at the foot and one at each side. Atop each tripod was a... "Are those cameras?" Cody asked, pointing. "Smart lad!" smiled Mr. Smith. "Yes, they are. They are cinecameras like ones they use to make movies." "Is this where you take pictures of Jeb?" "Jeb and other boys, yes. We use the three cameras to show the bed from all sides and I hold another camera in my hand and walk around getting other angles." "You got a lot of pictures of Jeb on the bed?" "Yes, quite a few." "Can I see some?" Cody asked. Jeb seemed about to object but Mr. Smith cut him off. "How about we take some of you first?" Caught off guard, Cody hesitated. He blushed and then grinned. "OK! What do I do?" "Take your shoes off and get onto the bed. I'll be back in a minute. I'm just going to get the other camera." He left the room and Cody jumped onto the bed in his stocking feet. Jeb regarded his little brother dubiously. "You don't have to do anything you don't want to." The remark puzzled Cody. "Like what? What wouldn't I want to do?" "I dunno, maybe nothing. Just if you feel uncomfortable say so and he won't make you do it." Cody shrugged. "Well duuhh... 'course I'll say so." Just then Mr. Smith returned holding a portable camera. "Ready, Cody?" The boy stopped jumping on the bed and nodded. "Good." Mr. smith smiled. "The first thing you can do is to go on with what you were doing. Just jump on the bed!" With a huge grin Cody complied. Mr. Smith turned on the three tripod cameras, walked slowly around the bed filming and moved in to catch a long closeup of Cody's happy face. Then he gave the boy his first instruction. "Why don't you take off your shirt?" Cody did so without hesitation. He had been getting hot from all the jumping anyway. Mr. Smith made another circuit of the bed, again ending with a closeup of Cody. "Now can you lie down on the bed and rest for a minute?" Cody flopped down at once. Mr. Smith made another trip, this ending with a slow panorama from the boy's feet to his face. Slower at some points than others. Cody was completely relaxed and smiling. "Now would you put your hand on your pants? Between your legs?" Cody seemed puzzled. He put his legs together and then placed his hand on the lower fringe of his pants so it touched his legs but carefully avoided the no-boy's land just above. "A little higher, ok?" Mr. Smith urged. "But...but that's my peepee up there!" Mr. Smith smiled. "That's right. Just put your hand on your peepee." Cody's eyes widened. "Do I have to?" Mr. Smith shook his head. "No, Cody. You don't have to do anything you don't want. I was just asking." Hesitantly Cody moved his hand to the desired position. Mr. Smith made the rounds again. This time he stopped right over Cody's hand. Now it was Mr. Smith who was hesitant. "Um... I don't know whether you will want to do this and remember, you don't have to." Cody nodded. Somehow he knew this was the big moment. "Would you mind slipping your pants off?" Oh. That was it. He kinda thought it would be. And he had already decided on his answer. He shook his head. "I'm sorry, sir," he said quietly. "That's my privates." Mr. Smith smiled and nodded. "All right, Cody, and thanks for the nice pictures. I'll show you them later. But now let me take you upstairs to the playroom. We have lots of nice things there for you to play with for an hour or so while I work with your brother." He led Cody up to the hallway and into a large room with a furry red carpet and toys of all sorts: Legos and action figures galore as well as two hand-held game devices and some simple board games. Two plastic tricycles were parked in a corner. A bookshelf held a number of picture books. Mr. Smith turned to Cody. "You can have fun in here. If you need the bathroom, it's right at the end of the hall. OK?" "OK, sir. And...I'm sorry." "Nothing to be sorry about, Cody. You did just fine." He went downstairs to face an impatient twelve-year old. "Well, that was a waste of time," Jeb sneered. "Are you going to pay him for that?" Mr. Smith smiled. "Of course I will pay your mother for Cody's time and as for the waste, well... remember, he's only six. He has years and years to change his mind. And I'm sure he'll want to talk with you about it." Jeb demurred. "You mean more than talk, right? You want me to teach him how to do stuff, don't you?" "Only if you want to and he wants you to. I'm sure he will be able to make up his mind without your help. After all, he did today." Jeb nodded dubiously and dropped the subject. "When is Tony going to be here?" He asked. Mr. Smith consulted his watch. "He's due any minute now. You've got the solo part so why don't you get set and we'll start with you?" Without further discussion Jeb stepped to the bed. In the playroom Cody had given up on the tricycles. The rug was too fuzzy and the wheels kept getting stuck. He decided to explore the room. He made a careful check of the toys and games but didn't pick any up. On one wall at just above his head level was a small window. He wondered what it looked out on so he got a plastic chair from the games area, propped it against the wall and stood on it to look. When he did he almost fell off the chair. The window looked right down on the bed he had been lying on a few minutes earlier. Now it was his brother lying there with his shirt off. As Cody watched, Jeb wriggled about on the bed gradually pulling down his pants. He's doing what I wouldn't, thought Cody. He watched closely as the pants pulled down. No underwear, Cody saw. Jeb had come prepared to do this. Now Cody got his next surprise. As his brother's penis emerged from his pants it was standing stiff and straight and twice as big as Cody's own. Cody had never seen his brother this way. He had never seen anyone this way except himself once in a while when it stood up in the bathtub for no apparent reason. But now he was pretty sure his brother had a reason. Jeb reached for a small jar on the bedside table and smeared its contents on his hand. Then he put his hand on his penis and started very slowly to stroke it. In the window above Cody's eyes bugged out. His hand strayed without his realizing it to the spot on his pants that Mr. Smith had asked him to touch. He felt his own penis through the cloth and realized it was stiff now too. He started to squeeze and unsqueeze it through the cloth. As he was doing so he got another surprise. A boy walked into the bedroom and stood by Jeb's bed. Another naked boy. He seemed a bit bigger than Jeb and oh! His peepee was _lots_ bigger than Jeb's. It was stiff too, standing almost straight out, and he was fondling it. Cody could see a little fuzz of hair right above it. The boy smiled at Jeb and lay down beside him. He took a little stuff from the bottle and put it on himself. Then he started stroking as Jeb was doing: slowly and lazily. The two big boys were lying right next to each other naked and stroking their peepees. Mr. Smith was circling slowly, pointing his camera first at one boy, then the other. First at their faces and then at each of their throbbing organs. This time Cody made a conscious decision. He held his pants open with his left hand while he slid his right hand down onto his erect penis. He started to fondle it as the two boys below were doing but it didn't feel right. He thought it needed to be smoother. They had used something from a bottle. All he had was spit so he used that. Ah! That was better. He watched the two boys carefully and matched them stroke for stroke. Then he got his last surprise. As if at a signal the two big boys released their own penises and began to stroke each other's. Cody gaped in his perch. He took another decision. He swept his pants off with both hands. Then he spit on the right one and resumed his labors. As the boys below gradually sped up their stroking the little boy above did the same. His left hand wandered over his chest and belly as he did so, tweaking a nipple and thumbing his navel. The boys below had turned to face each other and each was sliding his penis into the other's motionless hand. Cody thought he had never seen anything so exciting. Now he felt his own excitement growing with each stroke. It was glorious but it was scary. It was scary but it was glorious. The scary got so much he almost stopped. But brave boys don't flinch and Cody was a very brave boy. He kept stroking and faster and now faster and.... ! ! At the end it was only glorious. Cody's first orgasm hit him so hard he fell backward chair and all onto the rug. But the rug was fuzzy enough for such emergencies and it cushioned his fall. He just lay there still clutching his now flaccid penis in a happy if somewhat confused daze. Two minutes later Cody stood up, stroked himself stiff again and shook his head to clear it. Then he ran out of the room and down the stairs still clad in only shirt and socks. He stormed into the bedroom, dashed past a bemused Mr. Smith and jumped onto the bed. He stood on it with his legs apart and his little flag waving at the top of its tiny flagpole. He wagged it at the two astonished boys. "I wanna play too!"