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Sam and I changed into shorts,tees and went back to the kitchen to help Hank with dinner. Sam asked what fresh vegetables we had. I looked and found potatoes, onions, green beans and carrots. He said he would fix a vegetable medley to go with the meatloaf and asked Hank how long before the meatloaf was done.
"Oh, I think in one hour." Hank said. "Good, the vegetables take about 20 minutes, Sam replied as he began to wash the veggies. I offered drinks, iced tea, lemonade or soda. "What, no wine or beer?" Sam asked. I said, "Remember we have a teenager here!" Hank said it was ok for us to have a beer, he did not drink.
I handed Sam a beer, took one for myself and handed Hank a soda. We sat at the kitchen table and I asked about Hank's day. He told us his day was mostly helping Jordy set up for the various fashion shoots. "I learned a lot about lighting and watching Jordy is amazing, he is a genius when it comes to photography."
"What kind of fashion did he photograph today?" I asked. "Mostly casual wear, very upscale, designer clothing. Chris was there again today, along with another guy, Lukas. "Chris is handsome, as you know, but Lukas is way better looking than Chris, better body, better attitude, did not give Jordy any trouble with any suggestion he made."
"I think Chris is full of himself and questions everything Jordy want to shoot. Lukas is totally willing to try anything." "Example?" I said. "Well, he wanted both is a scene together, getting dressed, helping each other, showing a little skin?chests, with arms across each other to show a contrast in texture, Chris being lighter in skin tone, Lukas, very dark tan."
"Chris pitched a fit, said he was not doing pornography." "Trust me what he was asked to do was not pornography." Hank said. "It would have been a great contrast and looked good in a fashion magazine." "OMG." Sam said, "He's drawn you in and the next thing he will be asking you to pose for him."
"You have no idea what you are talking about,Sam, Jordy has been completely respectful to me." Hank said sharply. "And for your information, he did say, he was going to speak to Mike about me doing a layout of sportswear, gym clothing, wrestling singlets, etc. and he wants Mike to be there." I looked shocked and asked, "When did he mention this to you?"
"Today at lunch." Hank answered. "I told him I wasn't interested, but he could talk to you." "If you agreed, I would do it, but to understand, there would be no nudity whatsoever." "And what fabulous salary did he offer you?" I asked. "$300 per hour, probably 5-6 hours." he said.
"Hank, I don't know about this. I would advise you not to do it." I said. "See, I told you he would come up with something to reel you in, big bucks is very appealing to most young men." Sam had been quiet all during this discussion. The he said, "Wait a minute, Mike, lets think about this."
"I have a friend who is an agent for models." "I could call him to negotiate for Hank, I would handle the legalities, being sure Hank is not locked into some exclusive contract and be sure the money he would make is legit." "I think with all these exceptions would make Jordy back off" Sam laughed.
Hank spoke up, "But what if I want to do this, Sam?" "There are not many opportunities for a short, slightly muscular boy like me to model or anything else, for that matter. I do not have a high school diploma, college degree and no resources to get them." "If I model for Jordy, perhaps I could get more jobs and make enough to go back to school and become a lawyer." "Mike?"
I just sat there for a minute, thinking before I spoke. "Hank, you know how I feel about this, remember?" "I told you this would happen and it has, I just did not expect it this soon." "The next thing will be nudes, then nudes with other guys, eventually, porn." "No, Jordy does not shoot porn, but he has contacts who do." I said.
"He will send your pictures to them, they will call and you think $300 an hour is big bucks, wait until they offer you thousands for just sucking cock." "And, if you get fucked, more big bucks." "God! Why did I get you into this mess?" "Hank, you are a big boy, you can make your own decisions, but I just cannot support this. I hope you understand."
Hank was looking down at the floor, the spoke, "Mike, I know what you are saying, I appreciate and respect your opinions, but please understand mine." "I am from a small community downstate, never had a pot to piss in." "The only way I was ever going to get out of that miserable existence, was to get a scholarship in wrestling." "Well, I blew that, no pun intended."
"I want to be a lawyer, maybe a trial lawyer, hopefully face you or Sam and kick your asses!" he laughed. "I do not have any resources to do this unless I find a way to make the money." "I cannot keep living off you." "You have been incredibly kind and supportive, not to mention, a great lover?sorry Sam, TMI." We all laughed.
"Sam, I propose you represent me, draw up an ironclad contract of what I will and will not do." "Mike, you would have to be my manager and be there every time I do a shoot, to keep Jordy under control." "I will continue to work as his assistant and I swear to God if he comes on to me, I will walk out right then and there."
I did not know what to say except, "Sam?the vegetables." Sam went to start cooking. I just sat there, starring into space. Hank came over, sat in my lap, put his arms around me, kissed me and said," "Mike, if you really object to this, I will not do it." I was so choked up I could not speak.
Finally, I spoke, "I will speak to Jordy tomorrow and tell him your proposal. It may all be moot after that." "Jordy is deathly afraid of legal issues, which is why he pays me big bucks." "Now let's get dinner and talk about other things."
Dinner was good and the conversation lively. We cleaned the kitchen, then Hank reminded me we needed to run. I went to put on my shorts and shoes; Hank did the same. Sam declined our invitation to run with us, saying he did not bring his running shoes. "You boys have fun! I will just sit here jacking off until you get back." he said.
We laughed and left for our run. While we were doing our pre-run stretching, Hank said, "Mike I really like Sam, he is cool." I nodded in agreement. We ran a little farther than the day before, but I decided running would be better before dinner, not after.
We came back into the house after our cool down stretches. Sam was sound asleep on the couch, dick in hand. Hank said, "I guess he wasn't kidding!" "Should we wake him?" "No, lets shower, maybe he will hear us and we will not embarrass him by catching him with his dick out." I said. We went to the bathroom, stripped and got into the shower.
We were caught up in our shower activity and did not notice Sam, when he came into the bathroom. When we opened the shower door, we were surprised. There he was sitting on the toilet, taking a dump. "Sam, WTF?" I said. "Couldn't you wait, that shit is toxic." "Sorry, I couldn't wait, besides I did get to see a great show!" he said.
He cleaned his ass, pulled up his shorts, washed his hands, turned around and said, "What's next?" I started to reply, but Hank was quicker in responding. He reached over to Sam, pulled his shorts down, revealing a hardening cock. "You saw mine, now I want to see yours, fair is fair." he said. Sam was beet red.
I was laughing my ass off. Sam quickly pulled up his shorts and said, "That is not fair, Hank." "You get to have fun with Mike and all I get is a raging hard on and blue balls?not fair, not fair at all." Hank, not missing a beat, said, "I will get the lube for you and you can jack off to your heart's content."
Sam said, "I would rather you or Mike do it for me." Hank went into the bedroom, came back with the lube, handed it to Sam and said, "See ya." We left him standing there with a dejected look on his face. We got in bed and began to spoon. I heard moaning coming from the bathroom, then the shower on. I lay there smiling. Hank was a clever boy.
After a good nights sleep, we had breakfast and headed to the train. I told Hank to have Jordy call me. I would not be in court today. Sam and I would discuss the ins and outs of this situation on our trip into the city. "You trust me, don't you?" I asked. "Of course, I trust you, Sam, too, and Mike, I do love you." He turned to get off at his station.
Sam said, "You incredibly lucky fucker, I am so envious of you, maybe even more of Hank." I looked at him with a question on my face. "You are like bacon, one taste and you are hooked forever." I laughed and said, "Bacon? Now that is something I have never been compared to."
I laughed harder, then took out my laptop to do some work. It was hard to concentrate. Sam was starring out the window, lost in deep thought.
Hope you enjoyed this installment. Still have ideas floating in the vast spaces of my mind, just not sure where I am going with this. Stay tuned.