Date: Fri, 25 Jun 2010 10:23:52 -0600
From: dnrock@rock.com
Subject: Boy Model Co-Op 1

Boy Model Co-Op

This story is fiction, the Co-Operative, the people and the company, exist
in my mind only.  If you think other, it would be complement to my writing
skill if you did, nothing more.  This story is filled with
intergenerational sex between males, men and boys, boys and boy.  The
protagonists profess to be bisexual and some male and female does take
place.  If this kind of thing is illegal for the reader or you are below
some legal age you know what to do.  If description of sex between to human
beings is offensive to you than I suggest you not read it.  Nifty has the
posting rights and I retail the copyright.  Please remember my characters
are not real and they may not always practice safe sex.  You are real,
please, please be safe in all that you do, including sex.


Boy Model Co-Op
By:  dnrock(dnrock@rock.com)


Prologue:

Carter, a boy of 12 is looking back to when he started modeling at age 9,
became a CO-OP member at 12 and carries forward to his early 20’s.

Carter has been courted for two years by the gay and sometimes bi, boy
lover, VP Male Sports Clothing of a major clothing design and production
house’s.  The lover has his choice of desirable young men and women
which he puts to good and frequent advantage.  This includes other, older
Co-Op models.  The lover is also am amateur photographer.  He was, in his
youth, a pretty boy, street kid that was rescued by a much older gay man.

Carter has a real camera presence, big smile, penetrating eyes, good looks;
takes after his mother but is all boy, gung-ho, into everything, like dad.
He has been groomed by the Co-Op’s management to be a man’s
boy, at the request of his suitor and because it was judged his personality
was appropriate.  He has a good relationship with his family, parents and 2
younger sisters.

Due to the small town location of the family, the Co-Op was able to get the
family to allow him to live there in the city, where more opportunities
were available.  The Co-Op is: work, boarding and day school, career
management, the whole nine yards.  His parents both had aspirations until
mom became pregnant on high school graduation night.  The mother had wanted
to be a model and is still quite a looker.

The Co-Op’s management fosters sex between its members for several
reasons.  The biggest is providing a positive Co-Operative atmosphere to
work and learn.  Senior Management is headed by twin gay brothers, who got
their start through a gay maternal uncle, who was a local high school art
teacher, when the family hit on some hard times.  The brothers are primary
photographers, sales agents and talent managers.  Now that the business is
over 10 years old, many of the original boy models are graduated and moved
on.  A few stayed to work for the Co-Op.  Several are consultants to it.
Not everyone lives at the Co-Op or in Co-Op owned apartments.  Some boys
live with their families and some live with lovers or sugar daddies.

The Co-Op operates and was incorporated as a Co-Operative, the share
holders, i.e. the owners are the models and support staff.  Some of the
support staff live in the apartments, most do not.  The Co-Op is situated
in the Davis Twins’ ancestral home, a large mansion with spacious
grounds.

The story opens up with our protagonist Carter, laying naked in bed with
his man.

Boy Model Co-Op By: dnrock(dnrock@rock.com)

One

I never though it would be so wonderful, so...so utterly satisfying.  I
mean, I have been kissed before and I have been fucked before, and I have
sucked lots of boys and some men’s cock before, but I never
believed I would have such a wonderful time being a man’s boy,
being my man’s boy.  It has been a week now and I sure like it so
far.  This has got to be the best birthday present in the whole world.  Two
weeks in Florida and my man making love to me at least 5 times a day.

Vic breezed into the Co-Op on my birthday, in the morning just after
breakfast.  He talked to Balt and Bret, came into the common room, took my
hand and pulled me into the office.  I was a bit taken aback.  Sure I knew
him, in fact I knew him rather well.  I know lots of men, in this business
you meet a lot of people.  He always treated me very well.  He treats all
the models well but we were friends.  I thought it was because I was one of
the youngest, I guess I was wrong.  He always brought me presents and
showed a keen interest in my modeling and my progress.  Even my academic
progress, he would often play games and cards with me.

Anyway he pulled me into the office and got down on his knees, looked me
right in the eyes and told me he loved me.

“I love you Carter, I love you more than I can express in
words.”

I was just a bit taken aback; that is what he said, that is what Victor
Stone said.  I had seen some of the older models in acting classes and
making porn flicks but his eyes and expression were so sincere.  He looked
up at me, not that I am all that tall or him that short, but on his knees
he had to look up at me.  His hands were on my waist and his eyes were
pleading.

“I have a special present for you too but I just had to tell you
how much I care, how much I need you in my life, Cartie.”

I didn’t quite know what to say.  I mean the Co-Op always took care
of my business arrangements and they sent statements to my parents every
month, about my earnings and expenses and stuff like that.  Now that I live
at the Co-Op full time and I’m older, I take the bus home and back
on weekends.  I though he wanted to give me a pony or something like that.
I didn’t even think about what he meant by loving me.  I thought he
was talking about friendship.

Then he stretched up, kissed me on the lips, like I kiss boys and sometimes
girls in shoots.  Then he kissed me again, this time pushing his tongue
into my mouth.  I sure liked that, that is how I kiss my “big
brother” Don.  I sure like that a lot and kissed him back real
hard, pressing my tongue into his mouth.

“Cart, I love you more than anyone else in the world and I want you
to be my special boy lover.  I know you may not love me that much yet but I
think after we get to know each other better, you will.”

I didn’t know what to say for sure.  I knew he represented one of
our major clients, one I did a lot of work for.  I also knew that you
didn’t ever offend the client, ever.  Don had told me I was being
groomed to be a man’s boy, not like some of the older models who
were being groomed to be ladies men or men’s man, like he was.  Don
is gay, I think about as gay as they come, at least around here.  I was
prepared to go off and sleep with anyone the brothers told me too, they
told me it was like part of the job or could be anyway, so did Don, but Vic
said he loved me.

“Does that...that mean you want to sleep with me?”

“Yes, it means that, but it means a lot more than that.  It means I
want to share my life with you and I want you to share your life with me.
Are you willing to accept me as your lover?  Oh Cart, I’m sorry to
just spring this on you but I had to before your present.  I don’t
want you to think I am trying to buy your affection.  I love you
Carter.”

I guess he didn’t know we were all taught to accept this kind of
invitation for sex.  But he is not just talking about sex.  He is talking
about sharing our lives.

“I guess, I mean I’m not sure I understand all the
implications of being your lover but I’m sure willing to give it a
try.”

Vic pulled me tighter to himself and kissed me all over my face and neck.

“The surprise is a two week visit to Disney World and other places
of interest in Florida.  That’s your birthday present.  Is two
weeks a fair try?”

I kissed him, this time over and over.  I had wanted to visit Disney World
for several years now.  I wondered how he knew that.  I don’t think
I ever told him that.  I know I wanted to tell him, but Vic always brought
me presents, little things like games and clothing, when he came and I
didn’t want him to think I was asking.  You don’t do that
to a friend.

Don always told me not to ask Vic for stuff but it was Ok to ask any of the
others that show an interest in me.  I never thought about it much or why
he told me that.  Now I know its because he knew Vic loved me and would
give me anything I asked for.  It was because of that I would have
unknowingly taken advantage of him.

My mom started bringing me to the Co-Op when I was 9, well almost 10, for
modeling lessons.  It was three Saturdays a month and three weeks in the
summer.  At first I didn’t like giving up my Saturdays for sissy
lessons, I wanted to ride my bike and play with my friends, do sports and
stuff.  Mom insisted I have the chance she never did, so dad agreed and off
I want.  For that first month she would take me because dad had to run his
business and in a small town, Saturday is the most important shopping day.

At first she would hang around the studio and just watch as they put us,
six boys all my age, through our initial lessons.  You know: how to walk
and sit and smile and hold our hands and apply basic make up.  They took
our pictures too.  Richie and I were the only two that wanted to continue
after the first 3 lessons.  I really liked it and everyone made the work
fun, even the technical staff.  Balt said I had the best camera presence,
of anyone my age, he had ever photographed.  That made my mom real happy.

On the forth lesson he told mom that several ad agencies, he showed my
proofs to, wanted me to do audition shoots right away.  She signed the
contract and I became a trainee model and junior Co-Op member. (Junior
members are only part time.)  From then on, one of the older boys would
pick me up on Friday after school and bring me back home Sunday afternoon.
It also meant my parents wouldn’t need to pay for my training and
transportation, stuff like that, if I was making modeling fees.

That is how it went.  Sure I learned all the usual stuff one needs to know
about modeling and a lot more too.  The next weekend I got picked up and
after dinner was introduced to Don, who was 12 at the time.  He was a full
member and he would be my roommate and mentor.  Don and I got along right
off.  I was glade to have a personal guide as it were.  The Co-Op does
things really different.  Right after dinner we all undressed and went
naked until I got dressed to go home.  I was a bit shy at first but no one
seemed to notice and they all just went around naked, like it was normal
and having clothing on wasn’t.

Vic was something else, he kissed me and ran his big hands all over my
naked body.  I figured he wanted to suck me right than the there but he
didn’t.  Balt came in and sent me up to get dressed and packed, he
and Vic had some papers to sign.

Don helped me get ready.  He told me all I needed was my toothbrush,
camera, Game Boy, cell phone and stuff like that.  Only one change of
cloths, since I now had a man, he would see to all my needs, physical and
emotional.  Don made sure I dressed in cloths that Vic had given me.
“Cart I am so happy for you.  Did he propose, you know did he ask
in a loving way?”

“Yes, he got down on his knees, told me he loved me and wanted us
to share our lives together.”

“Wow, very romantic, that’s a lot better than most boys
ever get.  You know he has been courting you for a long time now.”

“No, I didn’t realize it.  How do you know?”

“All those presents for one thing.  You know he comes here just to
be with you, most of the time anyway.” Don kissed me.  “I
am going miss you.  I just got accustomed to having a full time roommate
and now your off for two weeks.”

I didn’t know what to say so I kissed him back.
“I’ll miss you too.”

Then I saw them, my school books.  “What about school?”

Don assured me the school realized that Co-Op boys were often called out of
town on assignments, location shoots and I could make up the work when I
got back.  He and the others would help me and Richie was also in my class.
Richie lives at home in the city but come here every day after school and
spends lots of weekends here too.

“I can’t tell how you look best Cart, with or without my
companies cloths on,” Vic said.

I giggled as he pulled my bright red bikini briefs down my legs.  All I had
on was a Tee shirt and short shorts.  The ones he had given me earlier in
the summer.  They were not the same colors as the ones I had on in the
catalogue images.  I only have the lightest of tan lines since we get to
sun ourselves nude in the back yard of the Co-Op house.

Vic immediately began sucking my penis.  He picked me up, never taking his
mouth off and carried me to the big king sized bed.  I wrapped my lags
around his chest under his armpits as best I could.  I spread my legs as
wide as possible and digging my heals into the blanket rotated my hips up
just a bit so he could more easily access my anus.  I didn’t know
if that was what he wanted but it is what Belt taught me to do.  Vic
quickly took the hint.  While his tongue and lips kept working my rock hard
penis, I felt some cold slippery lube on my butt and then his finger
sliding in.  I sure like that feeling, the finger sliding in part.  He knew
right where to concentrate his efforts, I could feel my prostate beginning
to tingle.  Vic’s long fingers and large hands were pure magic.
Some how he managed to work his finger back and forth over my Pee spot
while pressing his thumb against my perineum.  God I am in boy heaven I
thought, as my whole body shuddered with another dry orgasm.  "I sure hope
I can start shooting soon," I thought.  This is sure one hell of a lot
better then the butt plugs and dildos I was trained with.

Vic was even better then his word that day and every day since.  He never
took his finger from my butt but inserted a second and began fucking me
with it while he slid up kissing my body from crotch to forehead and back
again.  This time he took my penis into his mouth and deep throated me.
Now I am not huge yet, only about 5 inches and rather thin but I know I am
a mouth full for many of the older boys at the Co-Op.  He licked my balls
and sucked them into his mouth rolling the little eggs around with his
tongue.  I was beside myself, I know my head was rocking back and forth and
my mouth was open.  My whole body was tingling as his free hand moved
across my tummy and chest.  I climaxed again this time with even more
intensity than the last.

Vic was a man possessed.  I guess possessed by his boy, me.  Anyway he
stood up pulling his shirt and shorts off.  We were now both naked except
for our socks.  His cock is the biggest and longest and straightest, I have
ever seen.  I thought Nelson, one the of older models, had the biggest cock
in the world but Vic’s has got to be bigger, well maybe not bigger
but for sure longer.  I was on him before he got back on the bed, taking as
much of this pleasure machine in my mouth as I possibly could.  About half
I figure.  I thought I was good at deep throating.  Everyone at the Co-Op
said so but I could not get all of him down no matter how hard I tried.
Vic did not seem to mind at all and while I sucked and licked the kissed
his cock, his hands were busy playing with mine.  I don’t think I
sucked him all that long before he eased me back and rolled me over.  This
time I spread my legs and rotated my hips the other way for him.  I was not
sure what was next and it was not what I expected.  He tongue began probing
my opening pushing in and out, I was going wild.

He was ever so gentle.  I felt this large cock pressing against my anus and
sphincter opened allowing the head in.  He stopped and leaning forward,
pressed his chest against my back and kissed my neck and ears.

“Just relax Cart, just relax and let me in.”

I let out my breath and tried to go limp like I was taught, he pressed in a
bit more and stopped.  Then he backed out some and pressed in again, this
time a little further.  It did not hurt at all.  He just seemed to know
when it was about to cause pain and stopped.  I let out another breath and
went limp again and he pressed in this time most of the way.  His cock
tapers in toward the base and now it all slipped right in to the max.  Lets
hear it for KY.

Vic lay still pressing me into the bed but he was not heavy, in fact I kind
of like the feeling of being completely covered by my lover.  Vic began
slowly undulating his hips, drawing his love machine in and out, just shot
little moves, slow and deliberate.  I must have relaxed some more, as he
picked up speed and distance, soon his whole cock slide almost out and back
again to full in.  I could feel his large balls against my butt cheeks.
Every time he moved my prostrate seemed to be completely engaged with his
cock and I thought his oral treatment was good.  This was ten times better,
maybe a hundred times.  He was so firm yet so gentle, so tender and yet so
masculine.  I was in heaven, that was for sure and if being in his bed, as
his boy, was going to be like this, I was all for it.

Just as I was about to go off again I could feel him stiffen up and as his
hot ejaculated filled my bowels, I climaxed for the third time.

Vic lay on me but not right on, my kind of half on me and half on the bed.
He kissed me over and over, telling me how much he loved me and how much he
wanted me.  After a bit I squirmed around to face him so I could return a
few of those kisses and play with that wonderful penis that had just given
me so much pleasure.  Even soft it is still longer than any man I have ever
seen.  Not that I’ve seen all that many.

The brothers of course and some of the technicians and a few of other older
models, that live in the apartments.  We see each other in the showers, not
all of them are into “little boys” like Don and the other
young twinks.

Vic and I slowly drew back from each other, recovering from our rapture, as
he put it and headed into the shower.  I am accustomed to sharing a shower
or bath with other boys and men.  We do that all the time.  The brothers
want us all to wash and dry each other and if any crotch and butt play
happens, all the better.  I was not at all accustomed to anything like this
the first night at the Co-Op.  I mean I had never showered with a bunch of
boys before and never had anyone except my mom, when I was little, wash my
body.

Well did I get one shock.  Don washed my hair and then asked me to wash
his.  I guessed that was okay and fair.  Right after he stared to soap me
up I got all tingly.  I liked the feeling of his slippery hands covering my
body and began doing that to him.  Being the new kid, well one of two, all
the older boys were soon around us and hands were coming from all sides to
wash us and each other and everyone seemed in on the act.  Several boys
began fondling my boyhood including Don.  It tickled and I liked it so I
fondled back.  Same for my butt, although no one poked into my anus, just
lots of hands moving over the cheeks and along the cleft.  Then we all
dried each other with big fluffy white towels.

I guess if you go around naked all the time, that a little help in the bath
is just to be expected.  Don told me that was the case and it was the way
the brothers wanted it.  They thought it bonded the group tighter.  The
idea was, if you knew everyone completely and naked kind of is; you
can’t hide anything, that’s for sure.  And if you assisted
each other in some function that everyone needed to do and it was
pleasurable, then everyone would get to like and respect each other.  I
also saw lots of the older boys getting even more friendly.  Many of them
kissing and masturbating each other, some even working their soapy fingers
into the others anus.

Vic and I did the same thing, we washed each other and dried each other and
I even got to help him shave his body hair but not that first night.  We
also kissed a lot and played lots of crotch tag.  I liked it.  Vic makes a
game of everything, just like the boys at the Co-Op.

At first I was not quite sure if Vic trusted me completely but I soon
realized he just liked doing it.  After our shower he opened out luggage
and laid out my cloths.  Then he laid out his cloths.  I had never seen
these cloths before.  Don did say he would take care of all my needs, so I
guess he was doing that.

Vic got our brushes and combs and proceeded to fix my hair.  He was very
good at this, even better then me.  In fact, I think he is better at it
then the barber/hair dresser at the Co-Op.  Vic had packed a complete
wardrobe for me.  All new stuff, mostly from his company of course.  Some
of this stuff must be so new that I hadn't even modeled it yet.  It never
occurred to me that the company might have other boy models.  Non Co-Op
boys I mean.  They don’t but I didn’t know that at the
time.

“Do you mind if I pick your clothing for tonight?”

“No not at all and you can dress me too, I like the feeling of your
hands on my body you know,” I answered.

As a model I didn’t have much say in what I wore when being
photographed.  If you are doing a catalogue you just have to put on what
they hand you.  Richie feels the same, I know, he told me.  I really like
the “brother” kind of shots, where I get to model with
Richie, Don and the other older boys and sometimes the men.  Vic selected
some new style, very minimal white briefs, a short sleeved button up dress
shirt, with a real tie.  It was red, gray slacks with about 5 pleats and a
two button blue blazer.  Everything fit perfectly, even the black leather
dress shoes, they are loafers, no laces.

Vic dressed exactly the same in style and colors.  We looked like dad and
son but Vic is too young for dad, so I guess big brother.  He pulled out a
little gold necklace with a little charm that looked like a arrow for each
of us.

“This is a symbol of our love and bond, Cart we should always ware
them,” Vic said.

After he put mine on he kissed me and the lips.  He sure kisses a lot.
Anyway, I put his on him and kissed him.  Then he handed me a wristwatch
just like his, only smaller.  Vic tied my tie and then his.  Just before we
left the room he gave me a thin wallet, for the inside pocket of my jacket.
We did look handsome.  I was surprised, the wallet had money in it.  About
$100 and my Co-Op ID card and his business card and some of my cards too.
Carter Cartwright Model the I. D. said along with my picture the
Co-Op’s address and telephone number.

“Just let me know when your start running short of cash,”
Vic said.

At least we don’t need make-up for dinner, just for photo shoots.
Our make-up artist and instructor is a short rather chubby man, who is even
older than my dad.  He runs a make-up store in town.  I think he is real
gay and he acts more like my mom then any of the other men around the
Co-Op.  The older boys all get to use us younger ones and each other, for
practice.  At first I had a hard time sitting still long enough for them
but now I don’t mind it.  If we are Co-Operative the practicer
usually delivers an organism to the practicer.  When we are working
that’s different, it is all business until the job is finished.
Unless its the older boys making risqué or porn.

This is a strange hotel, not that I have been in that many hotels but it
seems to be filled with mostly gay people.  Vic seemed to know everyone.
Okay that is an exaggeration, but he knew lots of people, including many of
the hotel staff.  That first night in the dining room was quite something.
Several people came up to Vic, saying they didn’t know he was a boy
lover and complementing me, his choice.  I had to work hard to remember
everyone’s name.  Vic told me some tricks to do, like saying the
persons name several times and associating it with a place or object.  That
and he also gave me a small pad and pencil to keep notes.

“It is very important to remember people’s names in this
business,” he admonished me.

Several of the visitors to our table recognized me as a primary young boy
model for his company.  A number of the adults, both men and women, told us
we were lucky to have each other, what ever that is to mean.  The people,
guests like us, were a diverse mix.  Youngish men and women in same sex
couples or small groups, lots of men and boy or older men and real young
men, women and girls, some women with young men or older teen boys and men
of a variety of ages with girls about my age.  I also noticed not everyone
was dressed fancy like us.  When I ask about this, Vic told me the hotel we
were at was know as a pedophiles paradise.  That aside, it catered to gays,
lesbians and bisexuals.

All during our meal I noticed other boys in the room paying lots of
attention to me.  Vic did not seem to pay any attention to it.  Unless
someone came over to our table, he only paid attention to me.  Before we
want back to our room Vic visited the pharmacy and we dropped into the
clothing shop.  I was just about blown away.  Most of the stuff was from
Vic’s company but that’s not why.  Over the men’s
and boy’s section were big posters of me.  Well not just me but
mostly me and other Co-Op models.

Now I am accustomed to people making a fuss over me.  My parents and
grandparents, aunts, uncles, little sisters and so on do all the time.  The
twins and older models and of course Vic too.  This was my first encounter
with my admiring public, as it were.  The sales staff, two effeminate men
and one young woman gushed over me like I was royalty.  Vic just stood back
looking very proud and very satisfied.

The manager fellow gave me his card and offered me anything in the shop, if
I would autograph one of the posters.  It was one of Richie and I, standing
back to back with our bums and shoulders touching.  We were wearing
brightly colored very brief swimsuits, with the company logo on the side in
white.  You could see our well shaped asses and prominent crotches, all in
profile.  Our heads were turned and we both looked into the camera lens.
Richie is a good looking boy too.  He has brown hair and brown eyes, I have
blond hair and blue eyes.  We are both about the same size.  I climbed up a
ladder and signed my name, Carter, in big bold letters next to me.  Vic
refused to let me pick out anything but thanked the manager for his
interest.

“With Carter here at the hotel and if he shows up at the pool in
anything like this,” pointing to the poster, “every boy in
the place will want one and ever boy lover will see his lad has what he
wants.”

Vic smiled and suggested he immediately place a reorder, promising we would
spend some pool time in the morning.

All of us Co-Op boys have our own web pages where we model stuff.  We
mostly show off our bodies in the sexiest poses and tightest, minimal
amount of clothing possible.  We do follow all the rules, you know nothing
lewd allowed.  The over 18 boys can and some do, show it all.  Some of them
are right into porn stills and movies.  We are not supposed to see it or
ever be on the sets but we are.  It is us younger boys that keep the older
ones, the Twinks, shaved.  It is fun and we are almost always rewarded for
our efforts.  I keep Don clean but he is my roommate and mentor.  I
don’t think either of us has slept alone since the third weekend.

The brothers want all the models to keep the pubic hair to a minimum and
keep their balls shaved.  They would like them to keep their asses shaved
too and most do.  A few of the older ones have to much body hair or want
chest and leg hair kept as part of their image.  My dad was not all that
keen on the web page but when he realized how much money my trust fund was
making, his attitude took a real change.  Dad is a business man as well as
just one hell of a supportive parent.

I’m to young for much if any body hair anyway and the men in my
family don’t have much, so I will probably be a Twink too.  That is
Ok with me.  All of us boys are made to do sports and work out.  The
brothers want us to look buff and fit.  They won’t allow real tats
either.

Vic shaves most of his body except his chest and legs.  When I asked him
why he told me habit from his modeling days.  That is when he told me he
was one of the Co-Op’s first boy models and that he left to live
with his man when he was 18.  His man insisted he go to university and
study.

“I want you to go as far in school as you can too,” he told
me.

That night Vic used some new lube.  It was strange stuff, he also gave me a
small pill to take.  I thought his was an aspirin at first but I guess it
was something else since my penis got rock hard and just stayed that way.
The lube was different too, I think.  Not long after he greased up, my hole
I got some real funny feelings.  They were good feeling but strange.  I
felt real good and real excited and real relaxed and later real horny.
I’m always horny anyway but this was more so than usual, since he
had already fucked me twice and sucked me once and I just wanted more,
more, more.  I think the Co-Op gives us early puberty boys anabolic
steroids, to help with our development.  I know we get frequent blood tests
and regular injections or pills from the doctors.

I of course wanted to fuck him.  I fucked Don and that is sure good.  Vic
was more than willing as soon as I asked him.  That was especially good
since I had my first come in his ass.  He was so proud of me.  I think he
would have called everyone in the world and to tell them but he just called
his man.  My new Uncle Zeyde.

I think I’m going to like him when we meet.  He made Vic put me on
the phone and asked all kinds of questions.  He was very pleased when I
told him Vic got on his knees to propose.  He made Vic promise to bring me
to New York so I could meet him and now that I could come, to make sure Vic
received my boy gift every day.

Even after all that Vic was still rock hard and so was I, so I pushed him
on the bed and prepared to ride is flag again.  This time he pushed a whole
lot of that new lube in.  I couldn’t believe the feeling, I was
going wild, seeing colors and everything.  This time when I came it shot
right out hitting him in the face.  Vic was ecstatic, so was I.  I folded
myself on his body and we kissed and kissed.  He was still hard and in my
ass when I fell asleep.

Just before we went down to the pool Vic had me put a small butt plug in.
He told me it would help me keep my cock stiff.

“The better the crotch the more swimsuits we will sell,”
Vic said.

We are trained to do this from early on.  I think it was the second or
third month.  The brothers had Richie and I walking around with these
things in our asses for days at a time.  After a while you just
don’t even notice it is in and you walk quite normally.  In fact,
you kind of miss not having it in after a full day. Sex sells and I guess
to any age.

Don told me that was a modeling trick to help with keeping your penis up to
size during a long photo shoot.  He giggled and told me it helps to keep
the young ones ready willing and able to be fucked too.  I was horrified at
first but since no one ever forced me, I guessed it was okay.  It was and
sure is.  As I remember he was correct.  Experience I figured.  After it
came out I was more than willing to let him, one of the older boys and even
the brothers fill it up again.  All I know is, I sure like butt play and
everything else.  I sure like showing off my body and I just love
Vic’s huge cock fill my cute ass.  After our pool time, I was so
horned up that Vic had to fuck me and me him, before we headed off to
D. World.

I think it was on our fifth day that Vic took me to some exclusive kind of
club for dinner.  It was exclusive because you had to show a special
invitation to get in the gate.  The place was full of men and boys.  It was
obvious these were lovers, since they and us too were kissing and fondling
each other.  Most of the men knew Vic but none of the boys.  I was glad of
that.  Hay, he is my man and I’m not about to share.  I’m
his boy and I know he is not about to share either.  I must say a lot of
those boys were good looking and many of the men were desirable as well.
Vic and I had eyes for each other and no one else that night.

From early on at the Co-Op, it seemed that, not only did they want us to
pose in the most provocative possible way, that was allowable but to freely
interact with each other when not on camera. My first commercial
assignment, which was an internet series of ten year old Carter strutting
his stuff in skin tight, little short shorts and a hand full of different
props.  If my penis was not properly outlined, one of the older boys would
adjust it for me or smooth out a wrinkle.  Once off the set, one of the
brothers and the older boy would remove my butt plug and see to it I had a
couple of orgasms.

At first only Don would fuck me but after they were sure I had been
stretched enough, all of the them did it.  I got accustomed to men and boy
looking at me with those longing eyes.  In fact, I like it a lot.  Vic is
so good looking and virile that all the boys looked with envy.  I like that
too.  It felt good to be with a man that all the other boys wanted and to
be wanted by all the other men.

The Co-Op encourages us to develop our interests and talents no matter what
they are, besides modeling that is.  It seems that everyone has something
different too.  I like playing the drums but I’m not very good at
it yet.  I also like any sport imaginable.  That is one place the modeling
and interests come together.  I think that may be why I became so popular
with Vic’s company, since over half of their boys clothing line is
sport stuff or undies.  Richie is not as sports oriented as I am but he
still has a real cute butt.  One I sure like playing with.

After dinner several of the older boys, I would guess 14 to 17 performed
for the group, they sang and danced, one told jokes and several played
instruments.  Many of the songs they sang had the words altered to be more
man and boy oriented.  I thought it was well done but many of the more
subtle jokes or plays on words went right over my head.