Heights 5

We stepped out of the elevator into one of the biggest rooms I had ever been in. It was like the size of a grand ballroom or something. Cameras and lights were set up everywhere. People walked around carrying ladders and all other sorts of equipment. It was like being on a movie set. My heart felt like it had dropped into my stomach. “Come on,” Dylan said, “we gotta get ready.”

I followed Dylan, my eyes scanning everyone and everything. It was so bizarre being here. I saw Gabe and Shane at the other side of the room. They were dressed only in their underwear and their hot, muscular bodies were greased up, shining like marble statues. When they saw us, Shane yelled, “Where the fuck have you two been? We’ve been waiting here all day!”

Dylan turned to me, “We have to hurry up and get dressed before they start without us.

I looked down at my clothes. “But I’m already dressed.”

Laughing, Dylan said to me, “You’re cute. But that’s not what I mean when I say dressed. Come on.”

* * *

I walked into a room filled with more clothes than I had seen in my life hanging from racks: suits, dress shirts, t-shirts, urban wear, preppy wear, underwear—all kinds of stuff. A short thin, guy with a pink shirt and spiky black hair noticed me as soon as I entered.
“You’re Josh Hunter right?”

“….Yeah, that’s me.”

“Hurry up and get over here. We have to get you ready now. You’re first shoot is in ten minutes. You were supposed to be ready an hour ago.”

He went over to one of the racks of underwear briefs and started frantically searching around. “What size are you?”

“I think my waist size is twenty nine inches.”

The guy stopped searching and looked at me as if I were the dumbest dude in the world. “I meant your dick size, not your waist size.”

“…Okay….um…” I didn’t know how to respond to that. “What does that have to do with what size underwear –“

“He’s a niner,” I heard Dylan say from behind me. I turned around and saw Dylan smirking at me, dressed only in his jeans. “Here,” he said to the short guy, “I’ll pick it out for him.”

“I should’ve known,” the short guy said and walked away.” Dylan went over to the rack, looked for about three seconds and pulled a pair off from the rack, tossing them to me. “Here, put these on,” he said.

“Is there a bathroom or changing room where I can put these on?” I asked.

“Josh, this is the changing room,” Dylan responded. As he said that, he pulled down his jeans, revealing that he had no underwear on. I don’t really know why I was surprised by this, but I was. I couldn’t keep my eyes off his large, dangling cock until it was covered by his briefs. “I know you like staring at me,” Dylan said smiling, “but we gotta go.”

There were still people walking in and out of the room and people rummaging through the clothes lines. Even though none of them were really paying any attention to me and even though this kind of thing happened all the time, I had a problem with just being naked in front of a whole bunch of people, especially people I didn’t know.

“We don’t got time for you to be embarrassed,” Dylan told me. “We gotta go.”

Dylan kept his eyes on me the whole time as I changed out of my clothes and into the pair of underwear. “Damn, these things are tight,” I said. "They barely came over my dick and it was hard to move around in them."

“That’s the point,” Dylan said. He stepped up to me, his million-watt smile making me feel slightly less nervous. “But you look good in them.” He squeezed my dick through the thin cotton. “That’s all that matters. Now let’s go.”

* * *

We walked onto a set, which was very simply decorated, just a gray backdrop. The rest of the guys were already there, Shane, Gabe, and a few other hot guys that I had never seen before. There were these huge lights set up everywhere. A tall, trim man, maybe thirty-five or so with dark hair and even darker eyes approached Dylan and me.

“You’re Joshua Hunter?” The man asked. He had a thick british accent. I liked the way my named sounded in his mouth.

“Yeah, that’s me.” I tried to sound more confident than I really was.

He extended his hand toward me and I shook it. “I’m Paul, your photographer for the day. Daniel Wolf told me a lot of good things about you. Hopefully you don’t disappoint me. Or him.”

My heart skipped when he said that.

“Okay,” Paul said walking over to the tripod where his camera was located, “Everyone, let’s get started. Shane, you’re up first.”

Shane had been leaning against the wall, his muscular arms crossed, a bored expression on his face, but when his name was called he looked excited and walked onto the set.

“You only get forty individual frames each,” Paul said, “so make them count.”

I was the only guy watching Shane as he went through his shoot. The other guys were in a huddle off the set talking and just looking really aloof, like they had other important places to be and being here was getting in their way.

I had to admit that even though Shane came off as an asshole, he had a really nice body. I thought his abs looked a lot better than mine and to me he looked a lot better in underwear than I did. The only problem I had was that he did the same thing in every photo he took and his face looked the exact same in every frame. After he was finished, nearly half an hour later, Shane walked off the set with this extremely confident look on his handsome face as if he had just done something really great.

Next it was some other guy’s turn, and then after that Gabe, who like Shane had a great body but was very stale with his facial expressions and his body positions. After a while it became very tiring and repetitive watching these guys.

After Gabe it was my turn. “Josh, come on,” Paul said. “I don’t have all day.”

Dylan gave me a light slap on the ass. “Go get em.”

I felt like my whole body was going to cave in because I was so nervous. There was no way I was going to be able to do this. I don’t even know why the hell I thought I could ever be a model. I shouldn’t be here; I should’ve been back in Orangewood serving lattes. I had this feeling that I was going to fuck up really bad. But I was already here and I had to do it. I couldn’t just run out or refuse to do it, even though I really didn’t want to.

“Josh,” Paul said, “Will you come on, please?”

“Don’t be a bitch, Josh,” Shane yelled, “hurry up.” All the guys laughed except for Dylan. I walked on the set feeling cold, anxious, like I was standing in front of the classroom naked, and in this case I was mostly naked.

“Are you ready?” Paul asked.

I shrugged. “I guess.”

“You only get forty frames,” Paul reminded me. “So make them count.”

I shook my head. “I know.”

Paul moved behind the camera and started to proceed. I looked over at Dylan and he was smiling back at me, and the weirdest thing happened. All the nervousness I had felt before, all the embarrassment and discomfort I felt, the fight I had with Bryan the night before, the feeling that I was good enough to be here, everything just went away, and it was just me, Dylan and the camera.

“Good….excellent…yes, just like that….keep that pose….I love that position….” Paul said after each shot. I heard him, but I really wasn’t paying attention. I was in the zone. He stopped what only seemed a minute later and said. “You’re finished.”

“Already?” I asked.

“That was amazing,” Paul said. “best model I’ve shot in the last couple of months. I can use more than ninety percent of your film. That almost never happens.”