Date: Sat, 13 Apr 2013 18:24:37 -0700 (PDT)
From: Mark Friedman <forcewielder2000@yahoo.com>
Subject: Model Behavior

This story involves sex between boys. If, for any reason, this either isn't
your cup of tea or is something you shouldn't be reading, please go do
something else.  Otherwise, enjoy!

This story is totally fictional, and as such, any resemblance to any
specific person (living or dead), event, or place is purely coincidental.

Copyright is to me, and this story may not be reproduced anywhere without
my prior permission.

Comments can be sent to forcewielder2000@yahoo.com; flames will be analyzed
for comedic value, and may be distributed with humorous editorial comments
by yours truly to others who think like me.

~Mark

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I stepped out of the trailer set aside for models to change in. I was
wearing only a pair of speedos that went most of the way to my knees. They
were black, with a red stripe down each side, which I thought went well
with my dark hair and blue eyes. I looked around and found George, who was
heading up the photo shoot, and headed over to him.

He glanced at me, and nodded. "Bit of bad news, Jimmy," he said. "We had a
bit of equipment trouble earlier, and it backlogged things. It looks like
we won't be ready to start your shoot until after lunch."

"Right," I nodded. It was a Saturday, and while I wasn't thrilled about
giving up so much of my Saturday, at least I was getting paid for it.

I went over and sat down in one of the available chairs, not bothering to
cover up at all. I didn't have a hugely buff body, but I wasn't ashamed at
what I had, and didn't mind if other people saw it. I noticed a few other
models, mostly guys along my age, milling around waiting for their turn.
We were having the shoot in an undeveloped area down by a small river.

After a while, George came over. "Jimmy, we could use your help," he said
in a low voice while indicating a boy with somewhat bushy brown hair nearby
who was standing there in only a pair of briefs, trying not to be obvious
that he was rather embarrassed to be in the situation he was. "Jared is
handling the boy's briefs shoot, and he has gotten an erection. As you can
imagine, that creates a bit of a problem."

I nodded. The briefs wouldn't conceal much, and if the kid had an erection,
that wouldn't work out for any modeling.

"We were wondering if you could help deal with that," George continued.

"But why me?" I asked. "Why not just have him go jack off in one of the
trailers?"

"Apparently, Tom says Jared was fine until he saw you come out of your
trailer. That's when he sprung the erection. In situations like that, we
feel that something more than masturbation, if Jared even knows first-hand
what that is, is needed. Since you're gay, and he evidently is, too, we'd
like to see if you can help. You don't have to, of course, but I think you
know from personal experience how another guy can...assist."

I nodded slowly. I'd once been the briefs model for the agency, too, and
knew how easy it was to get a boner in such situations, and a couple of the
older boys had helped me then, just as I was being asked to help Jared now.

"All right," I said.

"Just remember not to take too long," George told me. "Take your cell phone
along so we can text you if we're ready for either of you before you get
back."

I went and grabbed my phone and a large blanket (the kind that could be
used outdoors) and headed over to Jared. He was new to the agency, and I
hadn't really gotten to know him yet. He was standing there with his hands
clasped over his crotch, trying to hide the bulge in the front of the
briefs he was to model. When he saw me coming over, his blue eyes got wide,
and he turned a bit red.

"Jared? Hi, I'm Jimmy," I said, holding my hand out for him to shake.

"Uh, hi," he said, hesitantly shaking my hand.

"Jared, I need a small favor from you. I need you to come with me for a
little while."

"But, uh, I'm scheduled for, uh, a photo shoot," he protested.

"George said it would be a while before they needed you. Meanwhile, come
with me. I'm a bit bored just standing around, and I'm sure you are, too."

"But shouldn't I get dressed first?" he asked, a bit of panic in his voice.

"What for? You're not wearing anything that we haven't all seen you in by
now."

He looked like he was about to protest again, so I grabbed him by an arm
and almost dragged him off. We walked for a few minutes until we came
across a small clearing by the river. I spread the blanket out there and
sat down, patting a spot next to me where Jared came and sat a few moments
later.

"So, how old are you?" I asked him.

"I, uh, just turned 12," he said.

"Cool. I'm 15, myself. This your first photo shoot?"

"Well, I did a couple of small photo shoots in the studio, but nothing like
this."

"Yeah, I've been doing it since I was your age." I took a deep breath and
continued. "A part of that's the reason we're here right now. I started out
modeling underwear, too, and I know how easy it is to get a boner while
doing so."

I glanced over at Jared to see that his eyes were wide, and he had turned
bright red. "I don't want to embarrass you, but we need to deal with your
boner, or it'll *really* give you something to be embarrassed about."

"I'm fine, really," he said, his voice squeaking.

"Somehow, I don't think so. Look, if you really don't want my help, all
right, but like I said, I've been through it, too, and I know it helps to
have someone else help you. Just so you know, I'm gay, and the help I got
was from other guys who were models, too. Trust me, it does make a
difference to have help. At the very least, you can't go around with that
sticking out like that," I said, gesturing at his erection.

He was quiet for a few moments, then said, "You're gay?"

"Uh-huh."

He sat there in almost stunned silence, and when he didn't make any move, I
leaned over and kissed him gently on the lips for a moment, noting he
didn't make any effort to move away or push me away.

"Do you want my help, Jared?" I asked quietly, and he nodded.

I kissed him again before standing up. I took the top of my speedos and
started slowly pushing them down. Jared stared at me, watching me. I then
pushed my speedos the rest of the way down and stepped out of them. Jared
stared at my naked body, his gaze settling on my dick as it stared
hardening to its full 6 inches in length.

"Wow," he said quietly.

I had him get up. "Your turn," I told him.

He turned red again, but slowly took the briefs off. I ran my eyes over his
now nude body, his 4 inch dick sticking out and having a few pubic hairs
around it. I stepped forward and took him into my arms and kissed him, our
bodies pressing into each other.

We sank down to the ground, and I started rubbing my crotch against his. He
let out a small whimper. I then lifted his legs up, pressed the end of my
dick against his butthole, and started entering him. He gasped out as he
took me, clutching the blanket as my dick slowly slid into him. When I got
all the way inside him, I settled down onto him as he somewhat awkwardly
clamped his legs around my waist. I then pulled my dick most of the way out
of him and then shoved it back in. Repeating the process, I was soon
pumping energetically, my balls flopping against Jared's butt with each
inward thrust of my hips. Jared moaned out, wrapping his arms around me and
running his hands along my body as I screwed him. The sound of my hips
smacking against his butt filled the clearing.

"Oh, Jimmy!" Jared moaned out at one point. There was no doubt he was
enjoying having his butthole violated by a certain horny 15 year old.

On and on I slammed my dick into Jared's tight butthole. I started nuzzling
his neck, and moments later he arched his hips up as best he could as he
cried out, and I felt him come all over us. I couldn't hold back any longer
myself, and my cry joined his as I blew my load into him. He slowly
released me as our ejaculations ended. We laid there for a bit, me staying
on top with my now-soft dick still inside him. I gave him a quick kiss
before getting up and pulling out of him.

"Come on," I told him. "We'd better get cleaned up. I imagine it won't be
long before they expect us back."

"Right," he said, and we headed down to the river and got cleaned up. Using
the blanket as a sort of towel, we dried off. I then put the speedos back
on while Jared put the briefs back on.

Heading back to where the photo shoot was going on, George caught my eye,
and I slowly nodded at him. He gave me a quick two thumbs up, and went back
to what he was doing.