Heights 3

Bryan saw my underwear lying at the edge of the bed. He didn’t say anything, he just looked at them and then at me. “Well, it’s good that you’re here.” He put the bags down on the dresser and took off his jacket. His muscles were popped out in the skin-tight white shirt that he was wearing. I’d never seen him with that shirt on before. For all I knew, he never wore shirts like that. Looking at him with it on, I wished he did more often.

“Where were you?” I asked.

Taking off his shirt, Bryan told me, “I just went out with Adam and Tommy for like two minutes. Nothin’ special.” Adam and Tommy were two of Bryan’s good friends from back in high school. They had all played together on the baseball team. Honestly I didn’t like either one of them and I didn’t really understand why Bryan could bear being around them. “What about you? Tell me about what happened.” He removed his jeans and I was a bit shocked to see that he didn’t have any underwear on. His large dick just popped out and swayed side to side as he folded his jeans on the edge of the bed next to my pair of underwear. “From beginning to end,” Bryan said.

Before he got into the bed, Bryan grabbed the McDonald’s bags from the dresser and brought them over to the bed. I had always known before how good-looking Bryan’s body was, how broad his shoulders were, the perfect way his back tapered down to a perfect V-shaped waist, his perfect bubble butt, and great legs, but seeing him now it was like seeing him again for the first time. Back in high school, when I was a lot thinner and not so muscular, when I had acne on my forehead and my hair was always a mess, I used to wonder what was it that this hot dude saw in me, why was he so attracted to me? Sometimes I still wonder that.

“I got you a hamburger,” Bryan told me. “It’s probably cold as hell by now.” He didn’t sound angry or suspicious like I thought he might. He sounded regular for the most part.

I took the bag. “I’ll eat it later. I’m not really all that hungry right now.” Bryan slipped into the bed next to me. It felt good to feel the heat from his body next to mine, to feel his skin right next to mine. It made me feel a lot better. I told him about going to the agency, about sitting in the lobby for about two hours, and then meeting Daniel Wolf and how he signed me right on the spot without looking at any of the other guys. I skipped over the parts where I met Dylan and when Wolf felt me up while he was taking my pictures.

“You know how lucky you have to be for that to happen?” Bryan asked. “Agencies around here barely sign you right on the spot like that.” He should know. He tried to get signed with three different of the head agencies over in Los Arcos, including Wolf, but didn’t get into any of them. They said his look was too ‘commercial’ or that they already had guys that looked like him. They were looking for something different. I had told Bryan that he shouldn’t give up, that he should continue to pursue it, but he said that it was no use. “It’s not meant to be for me,” he told me. “I got to find something else.” But he had suggested that I go and see about it. And look what happened.

“Now tell me about this Dylan dude,” Bryan said. He ate his hamburger while he waited for me to explain.

“I told you over the phone. Nothing really else to say. He saw me leaving and asked if I wanted to meet with Wolf.”

Bryan finished the hamburger and tossed the wrapper on the ground. He reached under the covers and started to rub my stomach and chest. “So he’s the one that got you the job.” I think that was supposed to be a question but just ended up being a direct statement. “How does he look like?” Bryan’s hand went lower down my stomach, past my navel. He started to brush my pubes with his fingers.

“You’ve probably seen his picture before in a magazine or a billboard or something. He has a whole lot of them.”

“Do you think he’s sexy?” Bryan asked. He touched my cock and started to squeeze life into it. It didn’t take long before it began to rapidly grow in his hand.

“He’s okay,” I said. Bryan worked his hand up and down my shaft just as I had done earlier. I started to squirm around as he went faster.

“Just okay?” Bryan asked. “You sure about that, Josh?” Bryan pulled the sheets back to reveal my naked lower body, and my steel-hard dick that, since almost the very beginning of the day, had been begging to burst.

“He’s a model. I mean, he’s not ugly.”

Bryan stared at me deeply with his sharp, dark eyes as he worked over my dick. “Is this what you were doing before I came in?” he questioned.

With my eyes closed and between short breaths I said, “Just a little bit…”

“What were you jacking off for? You usually never do that. And you never go to bed naked.” Still pumping my cock with his hand, Bryan began to softly kiss me on my chest, dragging his moist tongue around my nipples in slow motion, licking my abs and around my navel.

“I was horny and you weren’t here,” I managed to say. Once again I was ready to cum soon.

“What made you so horny?” Bryan questioned. “Or ‘who’ made you so horny?”

Before I could answer, Bryan replaced his hand on my dick with his mouth. I screamed out loud. He engulfed all eight and a half inches of my cock in one swallow. He kept it in his mouth for about ten seconds, took it out, and then swallowed it again. The inside of Bryan’s mouth was so wet and humid and it was driving my wild. I locked my legs around his back and continued to quiver and squirm. Just as I was about to cum, Dylan’s face came into my head.

I tried to replace it with an image of Bryan’s face instead, but I couldn’t. I released a loud scream, almost loud enough to make the walls tremble, and shot the load that I had been waiting to shoot all day, into Bryan’s mouth. He took every drop without trouble, waited until I stopped convulsing, and then he came up for air. His large, nine inch dick was rock hard as well. I would’ve given him the same service but I was already too tired, and I don’t think he really cared too much anyway. And if he didn’t, he wasn’t letting it show.

Bryan joined me once again under the covers. I had already begun to sweat. We lay in silence for a couple of minutes, and then Bryan asked, “Are you excited?”

I assumed he was talking about being excited to join the agency. “Yeah, I am.”

“Some reason I get the feeling that you’re not.”
“I’m just kinda nervous,” I replied. “That’s all.”

“You’re gonna do good. I know you are.”

“What if I don’t? What if I go there tomorrow and he tells me, ‘never mind, I found someone better?’”

“Believe me, he won’t find anyone better than you.” He leaned over and kissed me. I could still smell my cum on his breath, but it was fine with me. “I love you,” he told me.

I’ve always been uncomfortable when people said that to me, and I’ve always been very uncomfortable to say it back to someone, every since I was really young. “Me too,” I said. I know that Bryan wasn’t completely satisfied with my response, but he knew it was true that I loved him, even if I had difficulty saying it. At least I hope he knew.

* * *

“So are you sure you want to do this?” Wolf asked me.

Once again I was sitting in his office, sitting directly across from him as he examined me with those intense dime-colored eyes of his. “…Yeah, I am.”

“You don’t sound like it, Josh” Wolf said. “You sound a bit unsure.”

“I’m not….”

Wolf slid across a pile of papers that seemed to be at least five pages long. “I’m giving you a four month trial run. You only have three weeks to build your portfolio. I’m going to set you up with a few photographer friends of mine and your first test shoot is going to be tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow?” Hearing that almost took the breath out of me.

“Is there a problem with that?” Wolf questioned, staring at me very intensely.

“No, I just didn’t think it would be so soon.”

“That’s how this game works, Josh. Dylan has a photo shoot tomorrow at nine tomorrow morning and you’re going to go with him. There’s also going to be a few other models going with you as well. The photographer has agreed to take some shots of you. So whatever you do, don’t fuck up. It makes me look bad and I don’t want to happen.”

“…Okay.”

“Look through the contract and then sign it…” As I read through it, Wolf told me, “The agency gets thirty percent of whatever you make.” I was about to say, “Isn’t that a lot?” but Wolf interrupted me by saying, “And no, that’s not a whole lot. The more work you get, the more you get yourself established, the higher your worth goes up.” Wolf was quiet for a while and then he asked, “Where do you live, Josh?”

“Over in Orangewood.”

“How long did it take you to get here?”

“About an hour and a half.”

“That’s way too fucking long. You need to be closer. All your potential clients are going to be located around this area. You’re gonna be spending more of your time here then perhaps any other place, except maybe if you leave the state or the country.”

“Country?” I asked. I didn’t mean to sound so shocked, but I was.

Wolf chuckled when I said that. I hadn’t noticed before how great his smile was. Usually he always looked very intense and irritated. Hot, but intense and irritated. “What do you think, Josh, everything was going to be done over here?”

“I didn’t know…”

“Did Dylan take you over to Heights yesterday?” Wolf asked.

“Yeah, he took me over to where he lived. I met some of the other dudes too.”

“Good,” Wolf replied. He was silent for a moment. “You’re going to be living there.”

My heart dropped when I heard him say that. I wasn’t sure if I heard him correctly. “Huh?”

“By the end of the week, you need to be moved in the apartment with the others. I’ve already set everything up for you already. Your room should just about be ready by now.”

“I’m going to be living there?” I didn’t whether to be excited or not. The place where Dylan lived was really nice and everything, and even though I was a bit excited to leave Orangewood, it was still the place where me and Bryan lived. If I moved out, it would be moving out away from him.

“Yeah, that’s how it works.” Wolf pulled out a pen and handed it to me. “Now are you ready to sign?”

I stared at the pen, but I didn’t take it. I didn’t know what to do.

“Josh, I asked you five minutes ago if this was something that you really wanted me to do, and you told me that it was. Now if what you told me was true, sign the papers and we’ll get things on the way. And hurry up with it, I don’t have all day.”

“Do I have time to think things over before I sign…”

“You had all yesterday to decide, Josh. You being here today tells me that you want to do this. You’re wasting my time and mine by just sitting there, and like I told you before, I fucking hate it when people waste my time. I’m not going to sit up here and fucking baby you or try to convince you to do anything. I told you before that I have hundreds of people waiting in line to get the spot that you have right now. If this isn’t something you really want, get your ass up right now and go back wherever you came from and it will be over. Otherwise, take the fucking pen and sign the goddamn paper.”

I took the pen from him and looked at the line that said, ‘Signature Here’. Dylan was right when he said that by signing this paper I was starting a new life, a life different from the one back in Orangewood, different from being with Bryan. Whatever life it was, I sure as fuck hoped it would be a better one. With a shaky hand, I wrote my name in cold dark letters. A big part of me felt like I was selling my life away. Once I wrote ‘Joshua Hunter’ on that piece of paper, I wasn’t Josh Hunter anymore. I was about to be somebody else, I just wondered who that person would be.

To be continued...