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"I'm sorry to intrude," Cody said, his anger barely held in check. "But, are you doing this on purpose, just to see how I'll react? I tell 'ya. I'm doing all I can think of to fit in more. Everything! Boyd's been helping me out. So . . . why this?" he asked, reluctantly accepting Levi's gesture to enter the office. The offer of a seat was ignored. "I've been down here, without Boyd, and it was rough. I'm talking about the last time I was here, with Soren, Daniel, and Ron. I got along okay, and the guys treated me fine, but . . . Levi, I was scared. I had no one to talk to. Hell, I don't even know Boyd's telephone number, or anything! "He and I say we have the beginnings of a relationship going, yet we're hardly ever with one another. Now, this!" he added, raising his voice and vaguely gesturing toward the studio. "You've teamed him up with Soren, of all people . . . the man for whom I'm developing feelings, and the man, for whom I still have feelings, no matter if he's able to return them or not. They're still here," he pointed to his chest. "Why are you doing this? Are you testing me? Are you trying to drive Boyd away from me by teaming him up with the sexiest man you've ever hired? What's the reason? He could'a been teamed up with someone else!" Cody finished, standing before Levi with fists on hips, then bowed his head and dropped his hands to his sides, appearing defeated. Levi calmly gestured to a chair. "Please, have a seat." Cody plopped onto the hard chair, anger hanging about him like an angry cloud. "I understand the position you're in, regarding Boyd, so, I'll make an exception . . . this once . . . and explain my thinking to you. "Cody, whether you realize it or not, each vid we do is intended to highlight the best features of the two models. For each partnered vid I'm looking for contrasting dynamics. The video you're complaining about, featuring Soren and Boyd, highlights two aggressive individuals. The second, between you and Boyd, is intended to show another side of Boyd, and, hopefully, a more aggressive side of you. "Contrary to what you may believe, I never schedule a vid for personal reasons, or to, in any way, hurt, one of my models. If a model is hurting, he does not perform well, and that's what this is all about . . . performing. "I think you're making marvelous strides in becoming a more well liked individual. You are to be congratulated. I'm pleased you and Boyd are developing a close friendship, which, hopefully, will develop into something more, but, Cody . . . do not presume to pressure me and suggest how I should run my business. "Do you remember when I spoke with you about those guys I had down here for my first vids . . . the ones who formed all sorts of love triangles?" Cody nodded, warily. "You're thinking that's what's happening now, between me, Boyd, and Soren? Levi shook his head. "No, there's no triangle. Soren loves Keith . . . period. And . . . in case you haven't noticed, because you've been too hot under the collar . . . Boyd . . . loves . . . you." "What? Me? Boyd? We're friends, sure. I'd like for us to be more, but you lectured me about creating an alternate reality, and assuming everyone around me would willingly go along." "Don't you think you're worthy of being loved?" Levi asked. "Cody, you've made remarkable strides since you've begun seeing Boyd. Surely, you've noticed how differently everyone treats you? Yet, for some reason, you seem blind to Boyd's attention. It's almost as if you're taking him for granted, as if you think his love for you, is your due. Is that how you feel? Are you still holding out hope that you and Soren . . . Even, after you've met Keith, and have seen their devotion to one another?" Cody looked stunned. "My due?" Levi grimly nodded. "He loves me? Boyd, I mean?" The words were met with another nod. "He hasn't said anything. Neither of us has." "It's like you wouldn't recognize love if it stepped up and slapped you across the face," Levi observed, shocked at Cody's calm acceptance of the accusation. "I . . . um . . . I . . . wouldn't. I've never loved anyone, y'see," he said, making a vaguely helpless gesture, "and no one's ever loved me . . . that I know of." "What? Surely, you're mistaken!" Cody bowed his head. "No. I'm not. You're right. I wouldn't know love if it hit me. I guess that's why I acted the way I did with Soren. He was the first person I ever remember, to show me any kindness. I've always believed you asked Boyd to take me under his wing. I figured you were paying him, for doing it, or something. I appreciate the thought, but it's not fair to Boyd to make him do things he doesn't want to do. As much as he claimed otherwise, I figured what he was doing wasn't real. I mean . . . why now? After all these years, why would someone care for me, now?" He looked at Levi's shocked expression, and swallowed. "I was wrong?" he asked, in a small voice. Levi nodded. "Very wrong. I did not suggest Boyd become involved with you. He became involved with you, because he liked you and wanted to get to know you better. Now, his like has developed into something more. He's not told me this, but it is clear to see." Levi leaned forward, clasping his hands on the desk before him. "Now, tell me. Why do you think you've never been loved?" Cody bowed his head. "Because I haven't. I've always thought it was because I wasn't good enough, or something." "I've never asked this of one of my models, but this appears to be a special situation. "Cody . . . Tell me about growing up." "I'll cry," Cody whimpered, then, turned quickly, looking over his shoulder, at the sound of a knock on Levi's office door. "Oh!" Boyd said, in surprise. "I'm sorry! I didn't know you were busy." His accepted Levi's gestured invitation to enter the office, and went straight to Cody's side, where he knelt and took his friend's hand. "Are you okay? Is everything okay back home? You look like you're 'bout ready to cry." "Cody," Levi murmured. "Would you be comfortable to talk to both Boyd and me about growing up? After all, feeling about you like he does, he deserves to hear whatever it is you have to say, and there'll never be a better time." "Boyd glanced at Levi." "Do you really . . . care . . . about me?" Cody asked, turning in the chair and squeezing Boyd's hand. "Levi told me I've been blind, and I told him I . . . I wouldn't know what love was, 'cause . . . 'cause, I've never loved anyone, or been loved by anyone. Every time I tried, I was slapped down. It happened so often . . . I . . . don't know. It's all alien to me. I . . . I . . . survived. That was enough. Just . . . surviving." He took a shuddering breath. "Surviving though . . . it's . . . . it's, so lonely." "What? Never been loved? Why'd you say something like that? Surely, someone . . . your mother, father . . . someone?" Boyd absently accepted a chair from Levi and sat, as Cody bowed his head, as if in embarrassment. "May I also stay, Cody?" Levi asked. "Please." Cody jerked a nod of his bowed head, flicking a glance to his right, as Boyd scooted his chair closer and lay an arm over his shoulders, as the auburn-haired man began to speak. "Y'see, I was told my parents didn't want me. I was four years old, when I began being passed from one foster home to another. When one of them got tired of me, they traded me in, something like getting a new car or . . . pet, or something. At first . . . I cried a lot, whenever that happened. I figured I'd done something wrong . . . that I wasn't good enough, or something. No one ever beat me or anything like that, but they had their own children to take care of first. They took in a foster care person, like me, because they were being paid by the State. I was a source of income . . . nothing more. Every time I came into a new household, every one of the family's children saw me as an instant enemy, vying for attention. "No one stopped long enough to know me. No one tried, and I was so clueless I didn't realize what was happening. All I knew was that any children of the foster care people were enemies, and would eventually convince their parents that I should be tossed out with the rest of the rubbish." He silently snorted. "After a while, there stopped being a me for anyone to get to know. "When I turned eighteen, on the very day, in fact, the State kicked me out and told me I was on my own. My foster care folks, at the time, didn't even say goodbye. They were about to have dinner, when the word came for me to get out. I wasn't invited to stay, for a last meal. They'd done their duty. The State paid them for housing and feeding me. That's all that was important to them . . . the money. So, I put what few things I had in a plastic trash bag and left, trying to ignore the family's laughter, as they had dinner. "In some ways, being tossed out was a relief. I'd always done okay in school, even though I moved around a lot, so I thought I'd go to college. I'd done okay, but not well enough to get a scholarship, like Soren's friend. Oh, how I envy him. He's got everything. He's handsome, he has a loving family, he's smart enough to get a scholarship. "And, he's got Soren?" Boyd's murmur drew a crooked smile and a half-hearted shrug. "Y'see, I wanted so bad to have someone like me, but," another shrug. "I don't know how to make friends. I wanted someone to pay attention to me, to tell me I was a good guy. The harder I tried, the worse things seemed to get, until, finally, I figured I just wasn't friend-material." He turned to Boyd. "That day . . . when you sat down and talked to me, I was even in worse shape than usual. Even after Levi told me I was deluding myself . . . about Soren, I continued to be convinced that he cared for me. I was so caught up in trying to keep that fantasy alive I failed to believe you, the first person who ever tried to be friends, thinking you'd been paid to befriend me." "Paid? Me?" Boyd asked. He turned in his chair. "Cody, I told you I was seeing you 'cause I wanted to. No one asked me to, or paid me, or anything. I told you!" "I know." Cody swiped a hand across his eyes and inhaled a ragged breath. "I didn't believe you. I . . . still find it tough to imagine. I mean why? I'm no different than I always have been. Why now?" He grinned crookedly and took Boyd's hand. "You've heard of people with low self confidence? Well, the only sort of self confidence I have is when I'm making a video." He grinned crookedly. "I guess I figure the guy I'm with is trapped, and can't run away, or something." He swiped at his eyes, flicking a glance from Levi to Boyd. "When Levi approached me, at the shopping center, where I'd been rejected for yet another job, and asked if I'd like to be a model and have sex n'stuff, for money, I jumped at the chance. It was a job! I figured I could do the sex thing. I wasn't sure though, 'cause I'd never done anything like that, so I went to one of those adult bookstores . . . y'know, the ones with small cubicles where you can see movies? Well, I watched all the videos they had, taking lessons on how to have sex." Levi bowed his head, covering his eyes with a hand. "Well . . . when I came out here, I figured I could do the sex thing, but wondered why anyone would want to have sex with me. I mean . . . me! I was the loser, with no friends, no family . . . no future. What did I have to offer anyone other than a dick and an asshole? "Suddenly, I found myself surrounded by laughing and smiling people. I didn't know how to act. I had no experience with that sort of thing. None! I didn't know how to make a friend, or really, even know what a friend was. Whatever I had tried, in the past, didn't work. I'd moved around so much, I didn't have any friends to ask. I had no family or coworkers. I was alone. Once I got here I tried really hard, but the harder I tried, the more people seemed to look at me real strangely and pull away. So, I sort'a almost gave up, figuring it just wasn't going to happen. "Then, I met Soren, and he didn't shun me or look at me strangely. He smiled at me . . . me . . . and no one had told him to! The first time he did it, I wanted to look over my shoulder to see who he was smiling at! He told me he'd seen all the vids I'd been in and asked if we could get together sometime to talk about them, n'stuff. "I didn't know how to respond. No one had ever talked to me like that. He actually spoke to me, without being paid to! The other models, I figured they tolerated me because they had to." He glanced to Levi. "Because you told 'em to be nice to me." He turned back to Boyd and didn't see Levi sadly shake his head. "Then, Soren and I were partnered, and it was like nothing I'd ever experienced before. I'd never been partnered with you yet, Boyd. You're more . . . caring . . . than Soren, more . . . tender. You'll hold my hand n'stuff. Y'know, the first time you did that, I almost jumped, wondering what you were gonna do to me. I was ready to tell you to back off, that I'm stronger than I look. Something . . . the look in your eyes, or the tenderness of your touch . . . something, told me you didn't intend to hurt me, or show me you were super macho, or something." Levi couldn't help but notice the troubled look in Boyd's eyes, or the way in which he tenderly put an arm around Cody's shoulders, holding him close. "Anyhow, that first time with Soren was great. We were on camera of course, so I figured he wouldn't jerk me around or threaten me, or anything. Then, without anyone telling him to, he asked if I'd take a shower with him! I wasn't sure if he was asking 'cause he wanted to, or if he'd been told to, but I figured it was 'cause he wanted to, since I'd never done two vids, one right after another. On the other hand Levi, Dave, and Pete, were filming us, so I wasn't sure what was going on. "Then, there in the shower, Soren asked me to fuck him and I knew . . . I knew he loved me. He asked me to do it to him! I couldn't believe it. And, he kissed me while we were doing it. And, he thanked me, when we were done, and washed my back, when we took a shower . . . after, and gave me another hug and kiss. I was in love. Soren was the first man who'd ever treated me nice. I would have done anything for him." Cody bowed his head. "I still would." He looked up at Levi. "I don't love him, like he's gonna be a partner, or anything, but I do love him. He treated me well, when no one else did, and, for that, I would do anything for him. "Then, Boyd, you talked to me and made me feel better after Levi and I talked about Soren not really liking me. And, you held my hand and listened to me. Not even Soren did that. "When you showed up at my hotel room and asked to stay, I . . . I . . . was afraid. Things were moving from having someone love me in my mind, where I could make 'em do and say anything I wanted. Suddenly, there you were, a real live person. And, you stayed . . . all night. Then, the next day, we . . . we . . . had sex, down on the beach, and, afterward, we sat in the shade and held hands, and talked. I couldn't believe it! In fact, I so much couldn't believe it, I convinced myself it . . . it, couldn't be real. "Do you really like me, Boyd?" he asked, in a voice not much louder than a whimper. "After the way I treated you, and my thoughts about Soren n'all? Knowing me is gonna be real rough, for anyone, what with my past n'all." "Then, we'll take things real slow," Boyd said, holding Cody close. "The first thing though is you've got to remember that I really do care for you. You have to believe it, Cody. Deep down." Levi spoke for the first time. "Cody. After hearing what Boyd has to say about his feelings, how are you going to feel whenever he's partnered with anyone, not only Soren, but anyone? Are you going to be able to handle him making a vid, knowing he's doing a job, and he'll be coming back to you when he's finished?" Cody turned to Boyd. "You'd really come back to me . . . after . . .?" "Guaranteed, and next time we go home, I'd like you to come home with me and meet my dad, my mom, and brother. They'll think you're as great as I do . . . Guaranteed." Cody's eyes widened. "Your family? You . . . you . . . want me to meet your family?" He bowed his head and turned away, unable to believe his good fortune. The look Boyd gave Levi was filled with pain for his friend. "C'mon, handsome," Boyd murmured. "Let's get out'a here so the boss-guy can get back to work. Let's go for a walk on the beach." * * * Keith climbed the steps with Hector trotting alongside, carrying the Frisbee in his mouth. He waved in Cody's direction, then made sure the dog had plenty of water in his bowl, and knelt down to tell him what a good boy he was. After a few moments of attention, Hector licked Keith's hand and retreated to his water bowl. 'Euwww, dog germs.' Keith made a face, thought a moment, then wiped his hand over his shorts. 'Can't be any worse than Florida bugs.' "Hey Cody," he called, jogging over to the slowly pacing man. "You're gonna wear the grass out, if you don't stop walking back and forth." Cody abruptly stopped and turned to Keith, who took an involuntary step backward, nearly overwhelmed with the intensity of the man's expression. "How can you stand it?" he blurted, pointing toward the studio building with a shaking hand. "Him being in there, having sex, has to bother you, yet you seem . . . so . . . damned . . . calm!" he concluded, his voice rising with each word. "Easy, easy," Keith replied, in as soothing a voice as possible. He knew exactly what Cody was feeling. "I feel the same way you do, but I've been through this before, which helps." 'Plus, I'm a little better at hiding my feelings,' he told himself. "It's not easy," Keith continued, speaking slowly, to order his thoughts. "But, I think, for me at least, it boils down to being secure in my knowledge that . . . Soren loves me. Right now, his job is to have sex with Boyd. I don't like it, but me not liking it isn't going to change anything. So, the only option I have is to live with it. I'm sure he'll enjoy what he's doing, but . . . at the end of the day, he'll come home to me. He will spend the night at my side, tonight, and I will wake up in his arms, tomorrow. "The first couple times he was . . . with someone . . . I sort'a worried that when he came back to me, he'd be comparing me with whatshisname. Again, there was nothing I could do about that, and, if he has compared, he's been kind enough not to say anything to me." Keith grinned. "That was supposed t'be sort'a amusing, or something." He shook his head. "I guess not." Cody's mouth twisted into a crooked smile and shook his head. "Of course . . . Soren and I have a little more established relationship than you and Boyd, but I'd be willing to bet anything that, right now, no matter what he's doing, Boyd is thinking about you." "Y'think so? Even if what you say is true, it doesn't help a whole hell of a lot, y'know." Keith grinned. "Sorry, it's all I've got to offer. I expect when the vid-shoot is over, Boyd's gonna rush out to find you. I'm sure he knows you're feeling rotten." "Y'think Soren'll do the same thing . . . wanting to make sure you're doing okay, I mean? "I'm sure of it." Keith studied the troubled man, and came to a decision. "Cody," he asked. "Could I talk to you about what it's like being one of Levi's stars? Maybe, talking, will take our minds off things and make the time go faster, for both of us." "Sure, but, why me? I'm not nearly as popular with the Site's members as Soren." Keith gestured toward the nearby pool. He sat at the pool's edge, shed his trainers and dangled his feet in the water, inviting Cody to join him with a smile and a gesture. "Both of us have some time on our hands. I . . . I, value your thoughts. Would you mind?" "Really? My thoughts?" Keith nodded, as Cody sat next to him and began to untie his shoelaces. "Um . . . I guess. You sure?" "Yep, I'm sure. I understand you've been working for Levi longer than anyone else. You have more experience in how the world views being a model, than anyone. Would you mind sharing some of what you've learned with me?" "You're not considering going to work for Levi, are you?" Cody asked, as Hector, trotted across the yard and plopped down, resting his head on Keith's lap, in a silent request for a scratch. Keith shook his head, smiling tenderly, as he responded to Hector's request. "No. I'm not model material." Cody grinned. "You're wrong about that, you know. You're more of a model than many of the guys whose job it is to be models. "Are you wanting to talk to me, to help Soren out with some sort of problem he's having? I'm surprised he needs any help." "He's not having problems . . . exactly. Sometimes though, he's not very good at describing what's going on up here," Keith said, pointing to his head, "and I end up wondering how what he's doing for a living can affect a person. Do you mind . . . talking about your experiences?" "No! I'd do anything for him! I'm not sure I know anything which would help you, or him, though. He did so much for me, during the first time he was down here, I . . . I . . ." Cody shook his head, unsure how to describe the depth of his feelings. "If Soren needs something I can give, I'll do whatever it takes to help him out." Cody hesitated. "Does . . . does he know you're talking to me? He's so strong, all the time, I'm not sure he'd like me meddling about in his affairs." Keith shook his bowed head. "No, he doesn't know I'm talking to you. Until a couple minutes ago, I hadn't thought of it. You're wrong about one thing though." When Cody's brows rose, Keith plunged on. "Soren's not always strong. What you see is not an act, but . . . but . . . there's a lot more to him than most people ever see. "I'm sure the same is the case with all you guys," Keith continued. "A'course I only know about Soren, because we're so close n'all." "What do you need to know? How can I help?" "Cody, do you do interviews, and photo shoots and stuff like that? Are people asking you for your autograph, all the time? How does it make you feel? Do you believe you need to satisfy them all . . . and give them a piece of yourself? And, if you give everyone a piece of yourself, what's to keep them from asking for more . . . and more, until, finally, there's nothing of yourself left? How have you handled that sort'a thing?" "Whew!" Cody laughed. "Don't feel like you've got to hold back! Don't be afraid to tell me what's on your mind." Keith laughed and playfully punched Cody on the shoulder. "Hey, no one told me that in addition to being a star, you were also a smart ass!" "Star!" Cody snorted. "I'm no star. Stars are people who have a wider audience than any of us models could possibly have. They are people who are idealized by millions. Y'know, people like singing groups, movie stars and those sorts. I don't think anyone's gonna schedule a bunch of auditoriums around the world and sell tickets just to watch me or anyone else bust a nut. It's not gonna happen. No . . . lots of people watch us . . . thousands and thousands, maybe. To those people we may be something like a star, but, in reality, we're just average guys who love to show off. We're letting people live out their fantasies, through us. "You don't think that makes you . . . special, in some way?" Cody thought a moment. "At one time . . . not too long ago, I prob'ly would have said yes, that I was special . . . that I was a star . . . and all the rest. In fact, I gave Levi a piece of my mind, 'cause I was so caught up in myself, and didn't think I was getting enough recognition." Cody paused, then huffed an embarrassed snort. "Definitely, not one of my best moments. "Levi set me straight. Well," Cody laughed. "Not that sort'a straight!" He shuddered. "Doing it with women . . . ugh! It doesn't bear thinking about!" Keith smiled broadly. 'This is a side of Cody I don't believe anyone other than Boyd has ever seen. This is Cody, with his barriers down. This is the man Boyd loves.' Cody's mouth twitched upward, into a smile. "What are you thinking? Suddenly, you're not acting worried about Soren." Keith chuckled. "I was just thinking that the man I've been talking to, this past couple minutes, is Cody, with his barriers down . . . the man with whom Boyd is in love." "Love," Cody bowed his head, as he lazily moved his feet through the water of the swimming pool. "I've still not become accustomed to someone liking me, much less loving me." He shook his head. "It all feels surreal." "So . . . how do you handle the . . . obligations, I guess you'd call them," Keith prompted. Cody leaned back, bracing himself on extended arms. "I've never had the sort of . . . obligations, Soren has. None of us have. He's prob'ly got more than all of us put together. At first, some of us were envious, because we all figured he's being paid more than us. Then, after we became aware of all the appointments he has, we started figuring that if he's not being paid more, he should be, because he's working a lot harder. The rest of us have quite a bit of time between whatever we're scheduled to do, to just hang out. Being down here is work, sure, but it is also something like a vacation. There's plenty of time to lounge around, and play on the beach, n'stuff. "I don't think that's how Soren feels about being here though, and I can understand why. He doesn't have hardly any time to recuperate before he has to look his best, behave his best, smile, and do whatever he's told t'do. "I'm not talking about recuperate from having sex with someone. I'm talking about photo shoots, or interviews, or just meeting people and shaking their hand. . . stuff like that. Those photo shoots are especially rough. You know the routine . . . strip . . . bend over . . . show us this, or that. Smile. Get hard. Don't do this. Make sure to do that. Can you do this? Why not? We were told you could. We'll have to talk to your boss. We're not pleased. You're not what we thought you'd be. What a disappointment. Sigh. Oh well, I guess we'll just have to make due. I don't know why you're in this business though . . . looking like you do. "You're being overpaid, you know that, don't you? Now, the last guy we photographed. He was something. He earned his money. He didn't just sit around like a lump of dead meat, like you. Smile! Now, turn this way, or that. Smile . . . bigger. You call that a smile? "I thought your dick was bigger than that. Oh well, no problem. We'll fix it in Photoshop. Last week, we shot a guy with a real dick. We can put his thing on your pic. Maybe change out the eyes too. "You really are a disappointment, y'know. What a complexion! Look at this guy's complexion! And, his teeth! He's an orthodontist's dream. Some dentist could get rich working on this joker's teeth. Oh well, can't be helped. We can fix 'em in Photoshop. I thought you had green eyes. I wanted green eyes. I was promised green. You have blue. Everyone has blue, and yours are a dull, dead blue. No life in 'em. Smile! "Is that all you can shoot? My twelve year-old brother can shoot more than that! Sheesh! What a disappointment!" Cody paused. "It goes on and on and on, and through it all you're having to take this shit from someone you'd rather slam against the wall and kick in the nuts. "I've only had to go to a couple photo shoots. Soren's going to two or three each time he's down here. I don't know how he can handle them! A guy's self-esteem is shot to hell, after one of those, and he doesn't have time to recover from the first one before he has to head out to the second, or the third. In between times, he has to perform! Yikes!" Cody shook his head. "Just thinking about what he's doing makes me hope he's being paid big money. He deserves it. "The photo shoots Dave does though . . . for the Website . . . are entirely different. Those are fun. Every time we're scheduled to do a vid, we're also scheduled to do a shoot with Dave, just so the Site's members can have some stills of us. "The worst photographers though, are the women. I wonder if Soren's ever had to work with one of those." Cody shook his head. "I did . . . once. I almost quit, after that experience, let me tell you! Those gals aren't above flopping out a tit thinking the sight of one of 'em will make you hard." Cody burst out laughing. "The first time that happened to me, I couldn't help myself. I started giggling and couldn't stop. I practically fell off the friggin' chair, I was laughing so hard. The old girl thought she was hot stuff. Who knows? Maybe a straight guy would have been turned on by her boobs, but not me. All I could think of was . . . 'Thank all the powers that be, I don't have to haul those floppy things around!" He sighed. "But . . . no matter how nasty the photographers or interviewers are, or how much you're abused, you have to remember, you're being paid to do it. Those bastards are able to focus in on any one of your insecurities, in an attempt to make themselves feel more important. Not all of 'em are bad, of course, but a lot of 'em are. What they secretly want, is to be in front of the camera, not behind it. They're jealous, and take out their frustrations on their models." Cody shook his head. "Putting up with that stuff is rough on anyone. Most of us only have to do it a few times in our career though. Not Soren. His calendar is full. By the time he leaves, to head back to you, he's worn out, and is an emotional basket-case. Anyone who has to face that kind of abuse would be. "I would have thought that Levi would be aware of some of it, but those photographer bastard's are really skillful at covering their tracks. All they leave behind is a lot of anger and insecurities. I've never looked at the pics of me someone other than Dave took. I'd be afraid to, for fear of how they Photoshopped the real me. I wonder if Soren ever has. I bet not. "If I were him, I'd insist Dave go along, as an . . . observer. If I'm ever asked to do another off-site photo shoot, that's what I'm going to do. Levi needs to make it clear when any papers are signed for Soren to do anything, that Dave's gonna be there . . . watching, and if anyone starts dishing out any shit, they should know, in advance, they'll never have access to another of Levi's models. "Dave would be a good person for the job, first off 'cause he really likes Soren, he's a great photographer, and because he's a real sensitive sort, too. He knows what would bother him, and, as an . . . observer . . . he would be in a position to keep those things from happening to anyone else. Of course, many times, Dave's either shooting a vid, or handling photo shoots of his own. "Levi's depending on Soren to bring in lots of money, he has to protect him. I think he may naively be thinking everyone will treat his models as he treats them, and so far, no one's told him otherwise. Soren has to demand he be protected. It can't be you, or Dave, who does the demanding though. It has to be Soren. "Keith, I don't think anyone realizes how rough it is to do what we do. Everyone thinks it's nothing but sex." He barked a laugh. "It's not! It can't be. Otherwise when it comes time to . . . produce . . . y'know . . . shoot, nothing will happen. Or, very little will happen, and that's not what the Site's members want. They want to see huge loads . . . inhuman loads. And, to prove what they're seeing is the real thing, they want to see us slurp it up and exchange it back and forth." Cody turned to Keith, with a puzzled frown. "Tell me . . . Does Soren produce that much every time he pops? I couldn't believe it! I figured he'd not shot in a week, but, then, he turned around, and less than an hour later, did it again! "Aw geez, me and my big mouth! Here, I've spent nearly my whole life not having anyone t'talk to and now that I'm sitting here . . . visiting, and I say way more than I need to have . . . said." He bowed his head. "I'm sorry." "Why? So, you had sex with . . . Soren. You probably will, again. I'm sure he enjoyed it. Why should you feel any differently?" He leaned closer. "Just don't enjoy it too much, y'hear?" Cody grinned. After a long moment of silence, he spoke again. "Is it true, Soren's got a younger brother who wants to become a model?" Keith nodded. "Yes, Rex. He's a lot like Soren, only with more hair. He's a real charmer. Why?" "A charmer . . . just like his brother. My advice, is to not let him be a model at the same time Soren is. Or, better yet, not let him ever be a model, at least not with Levi. Soren depends on his macho-guy image. People like that. Hell, I like it. Everyone does. You can feel him come into the room. He fills it! You never know what he's going to do next, but you know whatever it is, will make you wish for more. He makes a guy want to get on his knees and beg." Cody shook his head, recalling his own feelings after the time he and Soren were partnered. But, the real man is a lot more . . . complicated than the one we see, isn't he?" Keith bowed his head. "Yeah . . . quite a bit." "Then, having his brother being down here, working as a model, doing his best to live up to the image he's created of his older brother, will do nothing but hurt Soren. He's got a fragile ego, Keith. That's one of the things which comes through whenever you see him in any of his vids. He's macho, yet he's vulnerable. You want to hold him. You know what I'm talking about, don't you?" "Yeah, I do," Keith said, thinking back to the icy parking lot where he and Jak met, and how he'd answered Levi's question about what drew him to Jak. Without thinking, he'd answered, "He's vulnerable." "This brother of his will do nothing but hurt Soren's ego. It's already taking enough hits as it is. After one of those photo shoots, he'll come back here, and, many times, he's almost in tears, knowing that, later in the week, he's scheduled to do two more. "Soren's got enough distractions, without his brother trying to show him he can be just as good. Who knows? He may be. He may be better. But . . . Soren'll be hurt, either way. It wouldn't be a good thing. I don't know his brother, but, if he's anywhere near as sensitive as Soren, he won't want to cause his older brother pain." "Rex idolizes his brother, and, like I said, he's a real charmer. He and Steve, Rex's and Soren's father will be down in a couple days, for a visit. You may have a chance to meet him." "I look forward to it. "Y'know something?" Cody asked, turning to Keith. "You've totally distracted me from what Boyd and Soren are doing." Keith absently ran his fingers through Hector's fur. "Yeah . . . me too." "He hasn't told you how bad it can be, has he? It'd be just like him to carry on, believing he can't complain, or, if he does, he'll let Levi . . . and you, down. He'll ruin himself, trying to be the perfect . . . average . . . guy, if someone doesn't stop him." Cody studied the man sitting next to him. "He idolizes you, you know. At first, when I learned about you, I was jealous." "But . . ." Keith coaxed. "But, after I met you, I've come to realize no one could love Soren more than you. Not even me. He's a lucky man. So are you." * * * Boyd and Soren were laughing as they stepped onto a patio, surrounded by lush vegetation, ignoring Dave and Levi, who were nearby, with cameras already running. Both younger men were wearing dark suits, complete with boutonniere, and appeared to have just returned from a . . . "Why'd he wanna get married?" Boyd asked, looking to the sky and holding out his arms, as if waiting for an answer. "It's the only wedding I've ever been to where the groom had been to bed with every male in the audience, but was a virgin when it comes to women." He plopped onto one of the chairs, beneath a heavily laden orange tree, then stretched out his legs and leaned back. "You don't suppose the woman didn't start off life as one . . . a woman I mean?" Soren asked, in all seriousness. "She was more macho than most of the men in attendance." He paused a moment. "Y'know, I've never heard of a bride dressed in blue jeans. I've also never heard anyone answer the minister's questions about being faithful to one another and standing next to their partner in sickness and health, and all that, by answering, 'Yeah . . . whatever." Boyd slowly shook his head, as if sympathizing with the groom. "The most distracting thing for me was the gum she was chewing. She was much more understandable after she pitched the wad at one of those potted palms." "And, hit the ring bearer," Soren hooted. "Poor kid was left holding a pillow proudly displaying a ring and a wad of pink bubble gum!" Soren snickered. "At least the gum didn't stick to the little boy's forehead." Both men laughed uproariously, then slowly sobered as Boyd reached for Soren's hand, across the table. "The whole time we were there," he murmured, loud enough for the cameras, "I was wishing I could strip you out'a those slacks." "Yeah? And, do what?" Soren asked, as Dave caught a close-up of the two men's lips meeting in a tender kiss. "You just like t'see me nekkid," Jak answered, improvising, as he'd been instructed. There had been no wedding and no reason to be wearing suits. The entire scenario was an act . . . set up for Levi's and Dave's cameras. Boyd stood and tenderly pulled Soren to his feet. "I love it when you're dressed," he said, as he kissed Soren's cheek, "or when you're naked," he continued, finding his partner's lips, "or, when you're sitting on my dick," he concluded, mashing his mouth against Soren's, and groping his butt through his suit slacks. Boyd sank to his knees and quickly pushed Soren's slacks down to his knees. He madly nuzzled the standing man's penis, through his underwear, before tugging at the front of the black Speedo briefs, freeing the thick erection. "Ahhhh!" Soren thrust his hips forward as Boyd licked up the underside, pausing to toy with the head with his tongue. He struggled with his suit coat, threw his necktie over his shoulder, and pulled up the front of his dress shirt, exposing his flat belly and firm nipples, as Boyd released the erection, giving Dave a perfect close-up view of Soren's spit-slick straight penis and smooth scrotum. Soren grasped his own cock and teased the kneeling man with its drooling head, while Boyd sat back, on his heels, and quickly unbuttoned his own shirt, exposing the chest of a swimmer and the thin trail of hair which began at his navel and ended in a thick patch above, what someone had once called, his trophy cock. While Boyd toyed with his penis, bringing it to full erection, Soren groaned, massaging his butt cheeks, thinking of having the slender man inside him. 'Sure, it's big,' he thought, 'but Keith's is nicer. At least, with his, I don't feel as if I'm being split in two. As nice as Boyd is, and as awesome as that cock of his is, I wish Levi and Dave were filming Keith and me. Still . . . having Boyd's thing slamming into me is . . .' He thought a moment, recalling both the pain, and the pleasure, the last time they worked together. 'It leaves me wanting to be . . . dominated, to be fucked longer . . . harder. Boyd knows that's what I feel and that's why he doesn't feel as if he needs to hold back, whenever we're together.' Boyd looked up, opening his mouth wide, begging and whimpering as Soren took the hint. He bent at the waist, and spit into the kneeling man's open mouth, then wiped his drooling dick over Boyd's smooth face. "I've had enough playing," Boyd announced. "Now, for the main event. He yanked Soren's underwear down and turned him around, slapping him on the butt. "Bend over," he ordered, pushing Soren's shirt and coat tail out of the way, exposing the dark tan line and the flawless skin of his butt cheeks, to the two cameras. "Yeah man," Soren sighed, as Boyd buried his face between the smooth ass cheeks, making loud sounds of pleasure as he licked the standing man's hole. "Y'know how much I love having someone's tongue in me." 'Damn, what a fine looking butt,' Boyd thought. 'No matter how awesome it's going to be to be inside it though, I'd rather slide my pole into Cody. Now there is a man who knows how to get fucked! I've never felt anything like being inside him! And, he's a showoff too. When I fucked him, out on the beach, he loved having that guy watching him get plowed, as much as I enjoyed the guy watch me shoot my load into him.' 'Damn!' Dave thought, wishing he had a free hand to adjust his stiffening cock. 'Soren's got the perfect butt . . . muscular, and smooth as a baby's. 'The dark tan line sets off the flawless skin, perfectly! 'Every time I see him naked, I'm amazed at how . . . perfect he is.' Dave grinned. 'From the way Boyd's attacking that smooth butthole, he thinks Soren's pretty perfect too. Ummmm, I wonder how Cody and Keith are doing.' Boyd spat at the smooth, pink, hole, slapped one of Soren's ass cheeks, then licked broad swaths over the smooth skin . . . first, one cheek, then the other, and finally dragged his tongue from Soren's shaved scrotum, over his bulging perineum, returning to the waiting hole. "Yeah, jerk that dick," Boyd said, in a rough voice, as he watched Soren stimulate himself with one hand, while, reaching between his own legs to finger his pucker, with the other. "You've been dreaming of this dick, haven't you?" he asked, as he rubbed his erection up and down, between Soren's butt cheeks, giving Levi a chance to record him mashing his spongy-hard dick head against Soren's pucker. The sphincter relaxed slightly, allowing him to push half-inside, the pull out, teasing the begging man. "Uhhhh huhhh," Soren moaned, wiggling his butt, to emphasize his words. "Now, Boyd. Push into me . . . now." 'He tugged at his suit coat, exposing more of his back and perfect butt, as Boyd slathered some lube over his monster erection and the waiting hole. He plunged one, then two, and finally, three gel-covered fingers into the opening, causing Soren to arch his back and hiss with pleasure while pushing back against the invading fingers. "Fuck me," he moaned. "Now, Boyd. Fuck me. I need you in me." Boyd massaged Soren's prostate, teasing him until the his knees had begun to shake and a fine sheen of perspiration glistened on his shoulders. By now, Soren had gone beyond begging to whimpering in anticipation. Boyd pulled his fingers free, tugged off his suit coat, fought with his necktie, for a moment, before abandoning the idea of removing it, finally, tossing the piece of fabric over his shoulder. "That'a boy," Boyd cooed, as Dave filmed a close-up of Soren fingering himself. With each movement of his hips, his hairless scrotum would sway, and his erection throb, forcing out more pre-cum which left a wet spot on the chair's cushion. Finally, Boyd had enough watching. The moment Soren removed his fingers, he pounced, aggressively pressing the head of his cock against the hairless pucker. Soren arched his back, loudly groaning, as Boyd slowly forced himself past the muscular ring. He paused a second and drooled out a strand of saliva which landed on his cock, providing some small amount of extra lubrication, then pressed forward. Soren's sphincter snapped as the cock's head pushed inside, causing both men to groan in pleasure. "Damn that's big!" Soren's gasp caused Boyd to stop movement. After taking a few deep breaths, the kneeling man pushed back, impaling himself, in one smooth movement, until Boyd's wiry black pubes were pressed against the milky white skin. One slow stroke . . . two . . . three, and Boyd pulled free. He pulled Soren into a standing position, and attacked his mouth, seemingly surprised with Soren's sudden aggressiveness. 'Fuck!' Dave thought, in amazement, as Soren held Boyd's head still and fought with the slender man's tongue. 'If these guys don't have marks after this, I'm gonna be surprised. Levi was right, when he wanted to pair two aggressive personalities, to "see what would happen." Well, it's happening! This vid is going to be the most popular we've ever made. These guys are electric!' "Soren's not about to let Boyd run the whole show." "Down!" Soren said, when he and Boyd parted. "Onto the grass." 'What?' Levi wondered. 'The grass?' Boyd didn't hesitate. He quickly lay down on his back, lewdly waving his erection for both the cameras and for Soren, who quickly freed himself of his slacks and underwear then stood astride the prone man. As Dave moved closer, Soren slowly squatted, allowing Boyd to rub the head of his erection over the gaping, lube-slick hole, leaving behind a shiny trail. "Y'want in me?" Soren teased, causing Levi to smile. 'Ever the tease,' Levi grinned. 'The trouble is, if he teases too much, a guy'll explode before having a chance to do anything! Watching that stud squatting, ready to sit on your dick, is enough to make anyone pop a load. Soren was now on his knees, rocking his hips back and forth as he rested both hands on Boyd's chest. "Y'gonna fill me with your stuff?" he asked, in a hypnotic voice, while Boyd grabbed his own erection and slapped it against the white ass cheeks and teasing opening. "Are you?" Soren demanded, leaning forward and spitting into Boyd's waiting mouth. 'I've never seen a bottom be so much of a top,' Dave thought, in wonder. 'Soren may be going to get fucked, but there's not a submissive bone in his body. This man is in control, no matter what! He just pretends to let someone else decide what's going to happen. He's really the one calling the shots. I'm surprised he isn't telling Levi and me where to stand to get the best view!' Behaving just as Dave expected, Soren took control. He slathered some more lube onto Boyd's cock, then leaned forward, giving Dave a great view of him fingering his own hole, as he prepared himself to be invaded by Boyd's massive erection. "Okay, handsome," Soren said. "Now's your chance." He held his suit coat and shirt aside, with one hand, aimed the head of Boyd's cock at his hairless butt hole, and, in one smooth motion, sat back, until Boyd was balls deep inside him. Then, it was up to Boyd, who took his cue, and began madly thrusting. "Yeah man," Soren urged him on, as he masturbated himself. "Show me how much you like being inside me. Fill my ass with your load." "Oh yeah . . . oh yeah . . ." Boyd huffed. "S'great," he added, a moment before Soren pushed two pre-cum-wet fingers into his mouth, to suck. Boyd groaned and writhed, as he continued thrusting. He paused, then, as Dave continued to record, the slender man's cock pulsed once, throbbed a second time, a third, and a fourth, until, Soren's hole could handle no more, and the thick semen began to escape, running down Boyd's erection, and over his nuts, to finally drip onto the grass. Having experienced one of Soren's climaxes, before, Boyd propped himself up, and faced the kneeling man, with his mouth wide open. The sight of his partner's waiting mouth, plus the feeling of the cock still stretching his sphincter, pushed Soren over the edge. He groaned, slowly stroked two more times, then exploded. The first jet of semen splashed against Boyd's chin. The second and third hit squarely on his open mouth and tongue, while the fourth, left a glistening white trail over his hairless chest. "Oh man, oh man," Boyd gasped for breath. He licked his lips, collected what remained of Soren's sperm, on his fingers, and licked them clean. Boyd twitched as Soren pulled free, then both men began to laugh, as they lie at one another's side, both still half-dressed. "Absolutely awesome," Soren murmured, as he rolled onto his stomach and tenderly kissed Boyd, while giving Dave a view of the sperm which continued to ooze out of his hole. "You are fucking amazing." He reached back, gathering some of the escaping jiz, and snuggled closer, as he offered his partner two slimy fingers on which to nurse.
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