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Boyd left the studio building, wondering where to seek out Cody. The scene with Soren had been . . . exhausting, yet more awesome than he could have imagined. Soren had been . . . wonderful . . . aggressive, yet passive, a strange combination, especially when they happened at the same time. 'I've never met anyone like him,' Boyd thought. 'I hope Cody's not frisky though . . . at least for a while.' He grinned at the thought. 'Cody's pretty demanding. I'm not sure I've got enough stamina to satisfy him, after dealing with Soren.' He left the studio building and turned toward the sound of laughter, smiling when he heard Cody's voice. Keith and Cody were sitting next to one another, at the edge of the pool, with their feet in the water. They were visiting as they leaned back, propping themselves up on their elbows. As Boyd watched, Keith barked a laugh and playfully pushed at Cody, who shyly pushed back, clearly pleased with Keith's reaction to whatever had been said. It was easy for Boyd to imagine the blush suffusing Cody's cheeks. "Hey, guys," he called in greeting, as he jogged closer. He sat on the grass and scooted forward, placing one leg on either side of Cody, his chest pressed to the auburn-haired man's back. He smiled at Keith, acknowledging his presence, then leaned forward and kissed Cody on the neck. "How's my favorite man?" When Cody didn't immediately respond, Boyd nudged him. "I'm talking about you, Handsome. Keith's a nice guy n'all, but he's not my favorite man. Besides, I can only have one favorite guy, right? And like it or not, you're it . . . he . . . him . . . whatever. He nuzzled the hair at the back of Cody's head. "You doin' okay?" Cody grinned, glancing over his shoulder. "Yeah, I'm doing pretty good." He looked to his left, where Keith was getting to his feet, prepared to leave. "Keith and I were talking 'bout lots'a stuff." He ran an appreciative hand up and down one of Boyd's legs, then glanced up to Keith. "I've spent all my life never having a friend. It's sort'a overwhelming to suddenly have some." He bowed his head and gulped a swallow. "It's gonna take some getting used to, but . . . thanks, guys." "The pleasure of being your friend is mine," Keith said, as he brushed himself off. He glanced at Boyd. "Any idea where I might find . . . Soren?" "Yeah, I left him talking to Levi. He'd just finished his shower. There's no need to knock or anything. Just go on in; he'll be somewhere in there." * * * "Well . . ." Levi said, from where he perched on the corner of a table, watching Jak, who'd just stepped from the shower and had begun to dry himself. "That scene was phenomenal. When I paired you and Boyd, I counted on the unexpected." He laughed. I got it!" Jak smiled, and tossed the damp towel into the large wicker basket. "It was fun. Boyd's a great guy. That thing he carries around, between his legs, though . . ." Jak shook his head. "It could do a guy damage. I hope Cody knows what he's getting into." Levi grinned mischievously. "I'm sure he does." "Uuuuu! I sense a story behind that comment," Jak laughed, as he pulled a T-shirt over his head and ran his fingers through his short hair. He arranged himself in the pouch of a tight pair of underwear, then slipped on a pair of baggy shorts. "Me, I'm more than pleased with Keith. The two of us can tradeoff, and neither ends up walking strangely for a week." He grinned. "I have'ta say, though, that, after Boyd finishes, you feel like he's still in you." Jak squirmed. "Sort'a feels like you're getting fucked, no matter where you go. That's cool." Levi laughed. 'The man I hired is back with us!' "You're feeling better than when you left the last time?" he asked, casually studying the young man who had quickly become more than a good friend. 'He's like a much-loved brother,' Levi told himself. 'I knew he was special, from the moment we met; I just had no idea how special.' Jak plopped onto the edge of the bed and began tugging on socks and trainers. "Yeah," he looked up and grinned. "I'm doing better . . . some. You were a big help, Levi, as always. Dad was too, and my brother; but, mostly, it was Keith." "Y'have something on your mind t'talk about?" Jak asked, with a chuckle in his voice, "Or, do you like watching me dress?" Levi smiled. "Both. Mostly, though, I have something to say." Jak finished tying his shoes and leaned back, propping himself up on extended arms. "I'm ready." "I spoke with the woman who interviewed you yesterday," Levi began, noting how Jak's entire body stiffened, as if preparing for a blow. "She was . . . moved . . . by your honesty." Levi smiled, when Jak began to relax. "She also told me how amazed she was by your . . . presence, and how it filled the room. She's done many interviews, and told me she's never felt anything quite like what she felt, speaking to you. And . . . no, she's not asking me to set you two up for a date, so don't get worried. She was impressed, pure and simple. This gal's not free with words of praise, either. As far as I'm concerned, she's one of the best the magazine industry has to offer." "Honesty?" Jak asked. "She told me the same thing. Aren't most guys honest during an interview?" He laughed. "I mean, hell, there she was, holding a dozen color glossy photographs of me naked . . . and hard! What can I hide, or exaggerate?" Levi's smile faded. "She also told me about . . . you being mistreated." Jak bowed his head, but said nothing. "Jak . . . I swear to you, I did not know anything like what she described was going on! Please forgive me!" Levi looked over his shoulder, at the tentative knock on the door frame. "Ahhhh, Keith! Come in!" Jak turned toward the door, his eyes lighting, as he sat up and held out an arm, snuggling close when Keith sat at his side. "Hey, Handsome," he murmured. "Y'sure I'm not interrupting?" Keith asked, turning to Levi, as he and Jak linked fingers. 'No, not at all,' Levi thought. 'Watching you two together makes me feel as if it is I who should be leaving.' "Keith," Levi said. "I was telling Jak about a phone call I received from a woman who conducted an interview with him yesterday." The slight downward twitch of Keith's brows made it clear that he was aware of some of what had been causing Jak's unhappiness. "She told me how moved she was by Jak's honesty in speaking about what it's like to be a model, as well as his feelings about you, me, the other models, the company, and . . ." Levi hesitated, "how difficult some of the photographers or interviewers he's worked with have been. She told me she had only heard secondhand rumors about that sort of behavior, and thought I should be made aware of it. I was telling Jak that I had no idea such things were happening!" "Levi . . . please," Jak began, speaking in a strained voice. Levi held up both hands, as if surrendering. "I understand. I won't continue berating myself, in your presence. However, from here on out, things will be different. I'll notify every one of the magazines with whom we deal, and tell them I have learned how some of my models have been treated by their employees, and that I will not stand for it. That is the only warning they will receive. If I find out that, after the warning, any of my models have been treated badly, people they employ will never have access to anyone who works for me." Jak cleared his throat, flicking a glance in Keith's direction. "Thank you for looking out for the guys n'me. There have been times I've been so exhausted, I've wondered if I've given those people my best." He grinned. "I didn't want to say anything, 'cause . . . geez . . . you're paying me well. I felt I should be able to do whatever you ask, but damn," he shook his head, "some of those people are just a royal pain in the ass! They don't want the person they're working with to do a good job!" Levi perched on the edge of a table and crossed his arms. "How so?" he asked, his voice grim, as he glanced from Jak to Keith, then back. "Give me the whole story, Jak. I need to know what's going on." "Well, I figure I'm there . . . representing you. I want to do as good a job as I can; yet, they start in before I've barely said, good morning. 'I'm such a disappointment. I'm not what they expected. I'm not hung as well as they were led to believe. My complexion is splotchy. My lips are all wrong, but they'll live with it. They'll just fix 'em up in Photoshop.' It goes on and on. Most of the time, they're still complaining as I'm leaving the room. Then, there are the interviewers . . . they usually have another set of reasons why I'm such a disappointment. "I mean, why do they act that way? I know I'm not perfect, but . . . they're looking for all sorts'a flaws. By the time I head back here, I hate myself." "What!?" Levi flung himself away from the table on which he'd been leaning. He took three steps, then swung back. "They've actually said these things to you?" He shook his head, in disbelief. "I swear, Jak, heads are going to roll! "Do you know if the other guys have experienced something similar?" Keith soberly nodded. "I don't know about anyone else, but Cody has. I just learned about it . . . um . . . while Jak was busy with Boyd." Levi bowed his head, closed his eyes, and rubbed his forehead, assimilating what he'd been told. "I bear a great deal of responsibility for all that's happened to you and the other guys. Now that I think back on some of our previous conversations, I realize that you told me of these things, without actually telling me. I'm sorry I didn't hear what you were saying. When we spoke last, I knew you were in pain, but I didn't listen hard enough to what you were saying. You were asking for help, and I didn't . . . provide any. Please, Jak . . . in the future, if anything else happens which you think I should be made aware of, please tell me . . . straight out! I swear, I will not think less of you for bringing things, such as this, to my attention. "You were aware of this sort of treatment?" Levi asked, turning to Keith, who answered with a grim nod. "Jak told me about it during the last time he was home." "Well, I'm glad someone is listening to him!" Levi paced across the room, then back. "I've been working you too hard. Even if you've been working with good photographers and interviewers, how can you be expected to give your best when you're worn out?" He flung up his hands, and looked away. "This sort of behavior is unconscionable!" He took a couple more steps. "Damn!" He turned to the two men sitting on the edge of the bed. "You know, of course, that you are our most popular model . . . by far." Jak's brows rose, and a slight smile caused a corner of his mouth to twitch upward. "Publications from all over the world want to photograph you, or interview you, or whatever. Such attention is flattering, but we are going to do things differently, from now on. I've been making you too readily available. That's going to change. "I'd also like to send someone with you, or anyone else, when you meet with anyone, to act as my representative . . . just to watch over things. It would be ideal if the photographers, as well as everyone else, would come here, but I would just as soon keep them at a distance. I don't need a bunch of yahoo's knocking on my door, wanting to have a peek at a video being made . . . or, whatever. Dave would be best, but he's often occupied here." Jak smiled. "I have the perfect person, at least for the summer. He'd jump at the opportunity. The only thing you'd have to do is to ignore the fact that he's not eighteen yet. He looks older than he is, so that won't be difficult to do." "You're talking about your brother?" Keith barked a brief laugh, his eyes dancing. Jak nodded. "He'd love the job. Believe me, he doesn't act anywhere near as young as he is. In fact, most of the time, I feel as if I'm younger. "You'll see for yourself. He and Dad'll be here tomorrow. Rex has been chomping at the bit, since he learned you'd invited Dad and him down for a visit. Believe me, if you decide to give him a try, I'm sure he'll take the responsibility seriously." Levi returned to perch on the edge of the desk, his earlier irritation being pushed aside . . . for the moment. "Is it true he and your father are considering moving down here? You've mentioned the possibility of your moving, but . . ." Jak shrugged. "They've talked about it. Dad could get a job, no sweat, and Rex is still in school. They'd both like to be closer to Keith and me." Jak looked to his right. "I told you Keith has been offered a scholarship at a couple universities down here. He'll be checking them out, beginning tomorrow. So, it looks like you may be seeing more of us than you have." "That's wonderful! Have you thought about where you might wish to live?" "No . . . but, after seeing the twinkle in your eyes, I figure you may have a suggestion." "The house next door is for sale." "What? Next door? Are you sure you want us that close? Besides . . . this is the high rent district." Jak laughed. "I'm not sure I . . ." "You can afford it! I assure you," Levi said, dismissing the comment with a casual gesture. "Oh . . . "Knowing that Levi would be handling his schedule, and taking care of some of the nasty photographers, made Jak feel as if a lead weight had been lifted, and now this . . . It was wonderful, but . . . "Levi, we've got to remember that I'm not going to always be one of your employees. Also, are you telling me about the house next door because you're feeling guilty about how some of those photographers have been treating us models?" "Jak . . . whether you are an employee or not has nothing to do with you, Keith, Dave, and me being close friends; and, no, mentioning the house was not out of a sense of guilt; I've apologized. "Having said that, it would be wonderful if you both were living next door!" A smile tugged at his lips, as he watched the two men. 'It's amazing how much can be said without words, or even without looking at one another,' he thought, as Jak leaned close to Keith, as if absorbing his lover's warmth. "Thanks for the offer," Jak said, speaking for both him and Keith. "The two of us need to do a little talking first. Keith hasn't decided on whether either of the universities here will be a comfortable fit. And "Of course! I'm in no hurry. Your father and brother will also be visiting, so . . . take your time." "Ohhhh, to be in love like you two," he murmured, grinning when Keith turned to him, wearing an odd raised-brow look. "Surely, you and Pete . . ." he began, but stopped speaking at Levi's sober expression, and slight shake of his head. "He meant the world to me; but, compared with you two . . ." Levi shook his head. "No, not even him. I've never experienced anything like what you two have. I doubt most people have, or ever will." Jak snuck a look at the man next to him. "There is one big disadvantage to feeling the way I do about Keith, though, that most people wouldn't think of," he said, with a smile in his voice. Keith tilted his head back. "Oh boy. He's in a playful mood. No telling what he's going to suggest." "Ummmm. I'm afraid to ask what that might be," Levi grinned. 'That problem with the photographers has really been weighing on him,' he thought. 'Since learning of my intention to do something about them, he's almost like his old self. He's still holding back something; but, hopefully, he'll feel I'm more approachable, now that we've had this little talk.' "Yes," Jak nudged Keith, and laughed. "Whenever he's in the room, I'm hard. There's no way around it. It's a totally involuntary thing . . . something like . . . breathing. That's why I wear these baggy shorts and tight underwear. If I didn't, I'd probably be stopped on the street, more than I am already." He held up a hand, as Levi's focus intensified. "We're not going there, Levi. At least not today." He was answered with a reluctant nod. Still, he'd given Levi a clue about what continued to bother him. "Ummmm, so having Keith around makes you ready to go again, even if you just finished? I could leave you two alone . . ." he said, his voice trailing off. A mischievous smile flitted over Jak's lips. "Why leave us?" He leaned close and nuzzled Keith's neck. "Wanna fuck?" he asked, in a low voice. "Now?" Keith asked, casting a glance in Levi's direction. "Here?" he added, wearing an intrigued smile. "You're serious, aren't you?" he added, finding that he was more excited by the idea than he would have imagined. "If anyone's gonna watch, though, I'm thinking I'd like them to make a vid of us. Not for public distribution," he added, turning to Levi, who was having a difficult time believing what Jak had suggested, and what Keith was seemingly agreeing to. Even Jak seemed surprised. "Sure . . . Let's do it!" Keith agreed. "Jak's been having all the fun, showing off for the whole world." He turned a hesitant smile in Levi's direction. "I'm not that much of an exhibitionist, but having you guys watch us and make a vid, like the ones on the Site, sounds hot." Levi slid off the edge of the table and hurried from the room. "I'll get Dave!" Jak nodded toward one of the bedroom sets. "C'mon. Let's get started." "But aren't we supposed to wait, or something? Isn't that the way things work? You know . . . Lights . . . Camera . . . Action, and all that?" "I've waited long enough. Just remember, they're not in the room with us. If we start with them out'a here, it's easier to keep up the pretense. It's easy. Imagine we're back at the hotel, with no one watching." He lowered his voice. "Imagination is a big part of what I do. Almost all the time . . . whenever I'm working . . . I'm imagining I'm with you. No matter how nice the guy is, or whatever, I'm wishing I was with you." "How romantic," Keith teased, in a droll voice. "No matter who you're fucking, you're thinking of me." He chuckled, when Jak's expressive blue eyes widened. "I'm teasing, Handsome." "Y'sure?" "Umm hmm. I'm sure," Keith hummed, as he melted into his lover's embrace. Neither man noticed Dave and Levi quietly enter the room, then pause, in surprise. They'd half-expected the two men to already be naked, wrestling on the bed in a struggle for dominance. That's what could easily have happened if Jak had been partnered with one of Levi's models. But, he wasn't with one of the models . . . he was with the man he loved, and, with Keith, he behaved differently. 'Ohhhh man,' Dave hesitated, as he and Levi paused at the door to the bedroom set. 'Is this the same man who comes across, on-camera, as a top, no matter what he's doing? He's told both Levi and me that the way he behaves, when he's working, is nothing like he is in real life. I wasn't sure if I believed him. Now . . ." Dave glanced to Levi, for guidance. 'Should we stay?' his glance asked. 'This isn't acting. This is the real thing, and geez . . . I feel as if I'm a voyeur.' Levi touched Dave on the shoulder, and, with a slight nod, conveyed his understanding, but motioned for Dave to get to work. They'd been invited by both Jak and Keith. 'This is totally unexpected,' he told himself, as he approached the two men who held one another in a loose embrace, moving as if to music only they could hear. Keith rested his head on his lover's shoulder, oblivious to the cameramen's presence. His eyes were closed, as he surrendered himself to the slow movements of Jak's hands up and down his back. When Levi moved closer, Jak held Keith at arm's length and mouthed the words, "I love you," then drew Keith to him, their mouths meeting in a slow kiss. 'Damn!' Dave wanted to howl. 'I'm ready to pop, and the guys aren't even naked! I have never . . . ever . . . seen something like this; not even between Levi and Pete.' As always, thoughts of Pete brought feelings of melancholy. 'Maybe . . . someday . . . someone will feel about me the way these guys feel about one another. Maybe, unlike with Pete, I'll be able to tell him how I feel about him, instead of hiding my feelings, while he loves someone else.' He sighed, as he continued to record the two men, who had begun to undress one another. 'Well . . . I can dream.' Keith stepped free of his shorts and underwear, kicking them aside, and faced the two men, fully aroused, his erection almost a mirror image of Jak's. Dave adjusted his own erection. 'Whoa, boy! This is getting to be uncomfortable! I've become jaded, watching handsome young men have sex on a daily basis . . . so jaded, in fact, that, many times, I never get an erection as I'm filming them. Not so today! 'When Keith slid his shorts down his legs and stood, I was ready to either drop the camera and join him, or drop my shorts, and jerk off.' Keith's body was more . . . athletic . . . than Jak's, who seemed more muscular. Both men would have laughed at being described as either athletic or muscular. "The only thing, even remotely athletic, that I was good in, was changing into my gym clothes," Keith had joked, when one of the models commented on his broad shoulders, flat belly, muscular legs, and firm round butt, and asked him what sorts of sports he enjoyed. "Oh," he held up a finger, "I do excel at being a spectator." 'This is what he excels at?' Dave thought, as Keith climbed onto the bed, and grinned as he looked over his shoulder, giving Dave a perfect view of his spread cheeks and swinging scrotum. 'He knows exactly what he's doing. He's behaving as if we're not here, but . . . he knows we are, and he's determined to give us a good show.' He smiled. 'Well, I'm sure enjoying it!' 'Poor Dave,' Levi thought, as he did his best to not miss anything going on. Jak was lying on his back with his legs spread wide and arms stretched out to either side, and his erection standing straight from his body, pulsing with each heartbeat. Levi smiled, flicking a glance to Dave, who was close to panting with anticipation. 'If either one of them had dark hair, and was available, they'd be perfect! 'So, that's what Dave would need . . . to find perfection. What about me?' Levi thought, as Keith straddled Jak's waist, leaning forward for a lengthy . . . lazy . . . kiss. After giving Dave a chance to . . . admire . . . the view, he positioned Jak's erection, and slowly impaled himself, throwing his head back, and groaning with pleasure, as Jak's cock disappeared. 'Seeing these two men, making love, makes me miss Pete all the more.' Levi compressed his lips. 'As much as I hate to admit it, though, Jak and Keith also make me realize that I had grown to think of Pete's and my relationship as more than it actually was. In hindsight, I now realize Pete and I were business partners, who deeply cared for one another, and who had an enjoyable sexual relationship. We were never . . . lovers . . . at least not like these two. 'I hate to even think it, but, in a way, I'm glad Pete left to take over the family business. If we were still together, and we'd seen this . . . I don't know how we would have handled things. Neither one of us would have been happy, knowing that the person we were with would never be able to provide the type of love Jak and Keith feel for one another.' Levi paused a moment. 'That's assuming, of course, that Pete didn't feel about me, like these two feel about one another.' He compressed his lips. 'It's over and done with, so there's no reason to think about the what if's or what might have been.' He left thoughts of Pete behind and returned his attention to what was playing out in front of him. Jak's breathing, his hands gripping the bedspread, and his heels digging into the bedding, giving him extra leverage for his increasingly aggressive thrusts, alerted both cameramen to his imminent orgasm. 'Talk about stamina!' Dave thought, as he moved to the foot of the bed to better capture video of Jak's cock repeatedly plunging into Keith. 'After the workout he'd been through, with Boyd, I figured he'd be exhausted. 'Hell, I'm only a couple years older than him, and I know I couldn't do what he's doing!' Dave grinned. 'I do have to say, though, that Keith provides a great deal of incentive.' Keith leaned forward, bracing himself on outstretched arms. Still, his entire body was jerking with each of his partner's movements, and his head loosely moved with each thrust. His eyes, like Jak's, were closed, and his forehead and shoulders were covered with a fine sheen of perspiration. "Uhh," he repeated, with each stroke, in a voice barely above a whisper. "Do it, Jak. Shoot in me," he said, a moment before he leaned forward and met his lover's tongue. The kiss, though, was not long lasting. Jak's determined expression intensified, as his lips compressed, and his breathing quickened. "Y'ready, lover?" he asked, in a rough voice, as release neared, and his movements slowed. 'Hooooleeeey,' Dave thought, as Jak dug his heels into the bed, meeting each of Keith's downward movements with a trembling response. Both men groaned . . . loudly . . . one, because of approaching release, the other in sensory overload. After a final shove, a tremor shook Jak's body, his scrotum tightened, and his cock began to pulse, as it emptied into his lover. Keith leaned forward and met Jak's tongue, as the orgasm began to subside. 'Damn!' he thought, as his sphincter relaxed, releasing some of his lover's semen. He could imagine Dave's reaction to the sight of the thick sperm, oozing out of his hole before it slid down Jak's cock and nuts, to drop onto the bed. Dave had made no apologies about loving men's sloppy holes, and Keith couldn't help but think that the cameraman would especially love licking any hole in which Jak had made a recent deposit. 'That's mine!' Dave wanted to shout, as he watched the first dollop drip onto the bed sheets. 'No one touch it!' "Whew!" Keith pulled free, sat back on his heels, and wiped his hand over his sloppy hole, then grinned, as he held out the spermy hand for Levi's camera, then, wearing a mischievous smile, turned to Dave, and wiped a slimy finger over the cameraman's lips, grinning at the astonished expression. 'So much for pretending we're alone,' he thought, before he grasped his own erection, and began to masturbate, using his partner's semen as lube. Levi nearly laughed aloud, as Dave quickly licked his lips, and frowned in the older man's direction, warning him that what Keith had done was . . . serious business, and he didn't want to be teased about it, any more than Keith would. Jak propped himself up on his elbows and watched the man straddling him. The blond man's fist slipped over his swollen cock, as he rocked his hips back and forth, slowly stimulating himself. "C'mon, Handsome," Jak urged, in a low voice. "Shoot your stuff on me," he murmured, his eyes flicking from Keith's face to his slowly moving hand. Instead of doing as Jak asked, though, Keith held out a hand to catch his own load. The first shot blasted with enough force that some of it overshot, and dripped onto Jak's chest. The second, and third pulses, though, formed a pool of white semen in his hand, which Keith added to by squeezing his cock and milking out the last few drops of sperm. "Y'want it?" he asked Jak, as both Dave and Levi continued to record the two men. Jak licked his lips and nodded, ready to lick his partner's hand clean. 'Oh, he's got something planned,' Dave thought, as Keith's eyes danced. A moment later, he leaned forward and wiped his sperm-filled hand across Jak's face, smearing his juice over his partner's cheek, across his mouth, and, on a second pass, his other cheek. 'Oh fuck!' Dave groaned, at the surprised look on Jak's face. 'That was unexpected,' Levi mused. Keith trailed his fingers through his own cream, then offered them to Jak to suck. A short while later, Keith rolled off Jak and began to laugh. "Didn't expect me t'do that, did you?" he teased. Before Jak could respond, Keith pushed him onto his back, and half-climbed on top. "Geez, you're a mess," he murmured, and began to lick his own sperm from Jak's face, sharing it with his lover. "This is just too damned much!" Dave cried, as he set his camera down. He unzipped, exposing his erection, and, after only a few strokes, blasted his own sperm onto the two men sprawled on the bed. He took a couple breaths, and, after licking his own hand clean, looked up at Levi, who'd filmed what Dave had just done. "Your turn," the half-dressed cameraman said, reaching for Levi's camera. "Don't tell me you'll do it later, either. You need to shoot . . . now. Just look at yourself." Levi handed the still-running camera "Well," Jak chuckled, as Levi searched for someplace to wipe his hand, and, finding none, wiped it dry on a pillowcase. "I guess that settles that!" "What?" Levi asked, as he self-consciously zipped himself up. "That you don't like eating your own sperm," Keith laughed, as he rolled off Jak. "I usually do it for him," Dave unrepentantly grinned. "Mighty tasty, too, if I do say so," he concluded. "Don't worry, Levi," Jak said, in a stage-whisper. "None of us will tell." "Um . . . okay," Levi murmured, as he took possession of his camera. "I guess I better get ready for your father and brother's arrival." With that, he left the room, followed by silence, which lasted long enough for him to reach the house, before erupting into laughter. * * * "Hey!" Jace called, through the open door, as someone he didn't know, walked past. "Hi," he repeated, as the slender, dark-haired young man stopped and looked into the room. "Um?" Rex paused, in the open doorway, his eyes widening, at what he saw. "You're Jace!" he announced." "Yeah," Jace laughed, "That's me. And these are . . ." "Cody and Boyd," Rex interrupted. "I know. Wow! This is awesome. I was hoping I'd meet some of you guys." "So, you know who we are. What's your name? Are you one of the new models?" "Um, no, I'm not a model, or anything. I'm . . . ahem . . ." Rex lowered both his eyes and voice. "I'm . . . Soren's brother. Levi invited Dad and me down for a visit, during a lull in . . . things. Keith and my brother are thinking about moving down here . . . to get away from the cold." "Soren's brother? You're Rex? This is cool!" Cody tore his eyes away from Boyd, studying the slender guy. "He's always talking about his brother, and how he has a comment about everything." Cody smiled. Rex moistened his lips. "Well, yeah . . . sorta, I kind'a do . . . y'know . . . but this," he said, gesturing to the surrounding video set, and the three men sprawled on the bed. Cody was sitting cross legged at the foot of the bed, massaging one of Boyd's bare feet, while Jace was lying on his side, an elbow propping himself up. The three men were dressed in baggy shorts and T-shirts. "This is way beyond anything I've expected." Rex shook his head. "I don't know what to say." He blushed. "And, that's unusual, for me," he added, with a grin. "All you guys are awesome. I've watched each of you lots'a times, and now, to finally meet you. Geez . . ." He shook his head. "Sorry if I'm sounding like a fan-boy kid, or something." "Would you like our autographs?" Boyd asked. "That's usually the first thing fan-boys ask for." "Before asking if they can feel the goods," Jace muttered. Rex thought a moment, before his eyes lit. In a flash, he dropped his shorts and underwear, and turned his back to the surprised trio. "Sure, I'd like your autographs. Sign here!" he grinned, pointing to his ass cheeks. "Then, someone can take a pic of my autographed butt." "With us standing close, pointing to our signatures?" Jace teased. "Hey, yeah! Great idea! My butt, surrounded by porn stars!" "Sexy butt," Cody murmured. "Mind if we feel?" "No, not a bit!" Rex beamed, as Boyd playfully slapped Cody's hand away from the bare skin. "That's what fan boys ask," he jokingly grumbled. Cody reluctantly withdrew his hand. "Oh, yeah . . . sorry. Looks a lot like your brother's, only with more hair . . . and, minus the tan line." "He loves butts," Boyd grinned, explaining Cody's comment to the mooning man. "Dont'cha, Good Lookin'?" he asked, his question causing Cody to blush. Jace made a choking sound and rolled his eyes, grinning at Rex's puzzled expression. "Damn, guys, look at this," he said, as he urged Rex to turn around. He pulled the hem of Rex's T-shirt up to reveal the dark hair, extending from Rex's thick pubes to the spread of hair on his chest. "Hair!" Cody said, bursting into a smile. "I love hair! Damn, don't tell him I said so, but you're even sexier than your brother, and that's saying something." The moment the words were out of his mouth, he froze, thinking of the advice he'd given Keith, to urge Rex not to ever become a model, for fear of what it would do to Jak. "What?" Rex asked, incredulous, at the comment. "Nah. But "Well . . . Just 'cause he shaves it almost all off doesn't mean you should," Boyd observed. "What are you looking at?" Rex asked Jace. "You've never seen a dick before?" Jace lasciviously grinned. "Cody's a butt man. I'm a dick man." He nodded toward the two other guys. "These guys have had the pleasure of appearing in a vid with your brother. I haven't." He shook his head. "Can you imagine how hot it'd be to see Rex and Soren have sex with one another?" "Have you guys ever . . .?" Cody asked. The thought of watching the two brothers left him almost breathless. Rex shrugged. "Depends on what you mean. We've played around, jerking off together and licking up our juice, plus we did some kissing n'stuff. Nothing more than that. Whatever we did was before he got serious about Keith, though. Since then, he doesn't fool around with me or anyone else . . . except when he's down here, of course." "Why don't you become a model?" Jace asked. "Lookin' like you do, I bet'cha Levi would hire you in a minute." "That'd be mega-cool, but . . ." Rex hesitated. "I'm too young." "F'real?" Jace asked, surprised. "How old are you? I know Soren's nineteen. You can't be more than a year younger than him." "Yeah, well . . . I'm fifteen," Rex answered, bowing his head, and speaking as if he were admitting to being an ax murderer." "Fifteen! No way!" Cody called. "Someone check the guy's birth certificate! No fifteen year-old has hair like that." "Lemme feel." Jace grinned, as he ran his fingers over Rex's chest, and watched the younger man's cock begin to stir. "Very cool," he said. "The hair, and the awesome dick." "I thought only fan boys asked for a feel," Cody grumbled, frowning in Boyd's direction. Jace took a deep breath, visibly tearing himself away from the desire to further explore the younger man's body. "Autographs! That's what I'm holding this friggin' pen for! Turn around." "To one mega-sexy guy," Jace wrote, then signed his name, with a flourish. He handed the marker to Boyd. "Hey! You took up one entire cheek!" "Sign," Cody urged, motioning for him to hurry. "Hey, stud," Boyd wrote. "Way-hot butt!" then signed his name. "There, I left some space for you," he said, handing Cody the pen. "Awesome, dick, too," Cody added. He signed his name, then swatted Rex on the butt, causing him to jump with surprise. Rex twisted, looking over his shoulder, hoping to see the autographs. "Now, all we need is someone to take a pic." "And, I know just the man," Boyd volunteered. He walked to the door to the courtyard. "Dave!" he bellowed. "Front and center!" "Was he in the military?" Rex asked, impressed with the authority in Boyd's voice. "Yeah?" Rex heard someone answer, in the distance. "What'cha want? I'm visiting with Soren and his dad?" "We need you to take a picture. Bring your camera!" "Okay, men," Boyd smiled. "Let's get in position." He turned Rex, so his bare butt would be facing the door. "Here, hold your shirt up," he instructed, then directed the other two men to take up positions, with him at one side, Jace on the other, and Cody kneeling on the floor, at Rex's feet. "Okay, what'cha want me to take a pic of?" Dave asked, as he swung into the room, camera in hand, and stopped, his eyes wide. "What are you doing?" Rex glanced over his shoulder. "Hi," he said, in a cheery voice. "I'm Rex . . . Soren's brother. I'll shake your hand, but first you need t'take some pics of my butt." He wiggled it. "The guys autographed it for me." "Rex?" Dave mumbled. "Soren's brother," Cody added, frowning slightly at Dave's expression. "That's me. Now, hurry up and snap a few pics before I get hard, or something." Jace chanced a look. "You're already hard! What are you talking about?" "Nah," Rex answered. "I'm bigger than that, when I'm hard." "Holy moly," Cody mumbled, then glanced at Boyd. "I'm surrounded by bonafide studs!" "You heard the man," Jace said, also wondering at Dave's open-mouthed expression. Rex wiggled his butt again, for emphasis. "C'mon, guys, point to your signatures," Rex ordered, and smile for the camera. "I'm having some poster-sized glossies made to show everyone, back home, who I met." "Pics?" Dave scratched his head. "Um . . . yeah . . . okay," There was a long pause. "Soren's brother?" Rex shook his ass cheeks. "Yep, that's me! I'm ready for my close-up, Dave." He chuckled. "I sound like that talking computer in that 2001 space movie. "I'm ready for my close-up . . . Dave," he repeated, lowering his voice and drawing out the last word. Dave snapped a couple dozen photos, both with the men pointing to the signatures, and of Rex's butt alone. "Um . . . I guess I have enough," he murmured, never taking his eyes off the younger man. "I would guess so," Jace laughed. "You must'a taken a couple dozen. I figured one or two would be enough." "Okay for me to turn around, now?" Rex asked. He turned, and stopped. "Whoa! You . . . you're Dave?" he asked. "M'brother talks about you all the time. He . . . he never said . . ." "Love at first sight," Boyd muttered, nudging Cody, who was closely watching Dave's expression. "Shhhh." "Hey, Dave," Jace smiled. "Check it out!" he said, as he held the hem of Rex's T-shirt up, so Dave could examine his chest. "Hair! And, he's only fifteen!" "Dave hasn't started to shave yet," he told Rex, then hesitated. "Um, it's okay t'shake hands, guys," he urged. "Huh?" Rex asked. "Hands. Shake Dave's hand. Say, it's . . . nice . . . to . . . meet . . . you . . . Dave." "When . . . can . . . we . . . go . . . to . . . bed?" Boyd added, then yelped, when Cody playfully slapped his shoulder. "Um . . . shaking hands . . . yeah, okay. Hi," Rex mumbled. "Nice t'meet you." He clasped Dave's hand. "Sorry, but I don't normally moon someone before I meet 'em." "Afterward's okay, though," Boyd teased. "Hair, Dave," Jace added. "Feel it!" "Um . . ." Dave's smile flickered. "Um, maybe some other time," he said, taking only the briefest of glances at Rex's chest . . . and half-hard cock. "Um . . . geez." He turned away, then back, unaccustomed to being at a total loss for words. "Your dad said you were prob'ly down at the beach, or something. I had no idea the guys would get you out of your clothes, so soon." "It was my idea, and I'm not out of my clothes! I still have 'em all on!" He leaned over and grabbed his underwear, but quickly stood, at a whistle of appreciation. "He just smiled for me," Boyd laughed, then playfully covered his head, as if to ward off a blow from Cody. Rex jumped, wearing a guilty expression. "Oh . . . sorry! I'm not used to someone watching me bend over at such close range." He finished tugging on his underwear, arranged his cock in the garment's pouch, thinly smiling in Boyd's direction. "I'll try not to shock your sensibilities again," he muttered, then bent over and pulled up his shorts, carefully turning his back away from Boyd's direction. "There!" He turned to the three men, as he tucked his T-shirt into the waistband of his shorts. "Thanks for the autographs, guys. Dave here'll be sure to make each of you a big glossy print, which I'll autograph. Cool?" Rex turned back to the fidgeting man. "Now, why don't you show me your darkroom, or whatever?" he hinted. "These guys wanna giggle about something." "Um . . . okay," Dave hesitated, then scowled at the three broadly smiling men. No sooner had he and Rex left the room, though, than they were followed by the sounds of laughter, and Boyd's voice. "Whooo-boy! Dave's got it bad." * * * "Don't mind them," Rex smiled, turning to the man walking at his side. "You doing okay? You look a little pale." "That's the way I am . . . pale. I couldn't tan if I sat out on the beach all day. Hell, I don't even get red. I've wanted a tan line, all my life . . . like your brother's; but, nope. I finally gave up. It's not gonna happen." Dave pivoted, and looked into Rex's blue eyes, duplicates to Soren's. "You're fifteen? I mean, f'real? You don't look fifteen. You're gay? Your brother . . ." Dave shook his head. " Fifteen?" "Yeah . . . well, I am, and, it's killing me. Not being gay. That's cool. It's the age thing I don't like. I would give anything . . . well, almost anything," he grinned, "to be eighteen, so guys wouldn't be afraid of touching me." "Um . . . don't you have friends . . . y'know . . . to play with?" "I've got lots'a friends, but I don't fuck around with 'em. They're too young for me. And, that's the problem. Guys, I like, stay away from me, as if I have the plague, or something, thinking if they touch me they're gonna go straight to hell, or jail, or whatever. "You've been interested in many guys?" Dave asked, as he guided Rex into his office, and gestured to a chair. "Nah, none." Rex flopped into a chair, stretched his legs out in front of himself, and began to rotate the chair from side to side. Dad's afraid I'm going to meet someone who has three kids, all of 'em older than me, and fall deeply in love. I told him . . . Dad, that is . . . that I have a perfectly good father. I'm not looking for another one, to live out fantasies, or whatever. I'm interested in . . . " Rex caught himself. "In?" "Guys . . ." he hesitated. "Yeah?" "Um . . . your age," Rex muttered, looking away. "You don't have three children, all of whom are eighteen, or older, do you?" he asked, staring closely. Dave laughed. "No. I may have matured early, except for the shaving thing, but I'd have to had sex when I was four, or, five, or something, to have kids that old." He paused a moment, staring into the distance, then shuddered." Rex hooted a laugh. "Four! I love it!" "Or five!" Rex scanned the room, amazed at the pics covering almost everything, then, focused on a couple. "These are of you?" he asked, turning to look at Dave, who now stood at his side. "Yeah, when I was one of Levi's models. They were taken four or five years ago . . . when I was your brother's age." Rex turned and looked Dave up and down. "Damn, but you've gotten even better with a few years under your belt! And that's saying something. How does a guy improve on awesome?" Dave chuckled. "Funny, I was just thinking the same thing." "Huh?" "I thought your brother was about as sexy a man as I ever met. He's awesome," Dave explained. "Then, I meet his brother, and suddenly Jak's merely fantastic. His brother takes the award for awesome." "Aw . . . thanks." Rex felt himself blush. "That's nice t'hear, but I don't think anyone can be more awesome than Jak." Rex smiled brightly. "You're just dazzled by my killer smile." "Um . . . among other things." * * * "Okay, lovebirds," Boyd teased, looking in on the two men. It's time for you t'take us back to the hotel . . . Dave. Yoooo whooo. Hotel!" "Oh, damn." Dave looked over his shoulder. "Can't you guys walk, or something? You know the way to the hotel." "It's miles and miles away," Boyd protested. "And miles," Jace added, looking into the office, over Boyd's shoulder. "Yeah," Cody added, feeling as if he needed to make a contribution, as he craned his neck to look over Jace's shoulder. "Lovebirds?" Rex asked. "Dave was showing me pics of when he was a model, n'stuff. Lovebirds?" he asked, turning to Dave, who wouldn't meet his eyes. "Okay . . . right . . . hotel." Dave agreed. "Today? I mean, now?" "We've got'a leave in a couple hours. Our clothes n'stuff are at the hotel." "Which means, we need to get out of here now," Jace added. "We'll get the hotel shuttle to take us to the airport," Cody volunteered, drawing a sharp look from the other two models. "That way, your, ahem . . . morning won't be interrupted. You guys can sleep-in, or whatever. Deal?" "We've already said g'bye to Soren, Steve, Keith, and Levi. They were asking about you, Rex. We told 'em you were hanging around, somewhere." "Lovebirds," Boyd teased. "I'm going home with Boyd," Cody announced, almost bouncing with excitement. He asked me. I'm gonna meet his parents! Isn't that cool?" Dave turned, finally focusing on the three men, more specifically, Cody. "That's outstanding!" He hugged Cody, then Boyd. "Were you aware what a smart-ass this man is?" he asked Cody, nodding toward Boyd. Cody bowed his head and blushed. "I'm thinking I sort'a like smart-asses, Dave. He . . . took the time to get t'know me, and convinced me I can be a person worth knowing." He snuggled close as Boyd put an arm around his waist, and looked over his shoulder at Jace's tender pat on the back. "Congratulations!" Rex said. "May I give you guys a hug, or something?" "Jace can have a hug. Cody and I'll take the, 'or something'" Boyd grinned, wiggling his eyebrows. "For that, you only get a hug," Rex announced. "The other guys get a kiss, too." "Hey!" Rex gave Jace, Cody, and finally, Boyd, a hug and a quick kiss, before returning to Dave's side. "I'll make sure Dave sends you a pic of your autographs." "Y'mean, of your butt," Boyd grinned. "Y'think you might smile for me again?" Dave clapped his hands and made a shooing motion. "Okay, everyone, out to the car. Rex gets the front seat! You guys can sit in the backseat, or trunk, or run along side." "Y'gonna hold hands?" Boyd snickered. "I bet they do," Jace added. Rex looked at them. "Huh? * * * Jak watched the parade of men from the studio, across the courtyard, and out the gate. "Prepare yourself, men," he said, when the gate closed. "For what?" Levi asked. "For Dave and Rex, as a couple." "What?" Steve asked, half rising out of his seat, intent on the sound of the departing car. "Just a heads-up, Dad. Y'better start thinking about how you're going to handle Rex being involved with a man nine years older than him." "Levi?" Steve asked, turning to the man who was still looking toward the gate. "Yes?" "Do you think Dave might be interested in Rex? And, what does that mean, for your and his relationship?" Levi thought a moment. "If I had to guess, I'd hazard to say, yes, I think Dave will find Rex very appealing. As far as Dave and I having a relationship, though . . . we don't. We did, when Pete was with us, but, we don't . . . now. We sleep with one another, and we have sex, but those two things do not equal a relationship." He looked from Jak to Steve. "If you think there's the slightest chance, though, that Rex is only playing with Dave, I'm not going to be pleased. Even though Dave and I aren't lovers, any longer, I still do love him. He's easily hurt, Steve. He takes things very seriously, and doesn't make decisions lightly. If Dave does find Rex interesting and Rex sees him as nothing more than a vacation fling, Dave will be devastated."
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