Heights

That made Wolf laugh even harder and longer. I think even I heard Dylan laugh a little. “You want to be a model? Right now I have thirty boys who have been here probably since nine o’clock this morning. All of them want to be models. All of them think they have what it takes for me to sign them. What’s so fucking special about you? Why shouldn’t I tell you to get the fuck out of here right now?”

“I don’t know,” I said.

I thought he really was going to tell me to get the fuck out right now, but he didn’t. Instead he just stared at me, much as Dylan had done in the elevator, making mental notes to himself. “Dylan, step out for a few minutes, I want to talk to this boy alone.”

Dylan glanced at me, and got out of the seat. As he passed by, I got another whiff of his cologne and it made my dick twitch again. When I heard the door to Wolf’s office close, my heart started to beat so loud that I could barely hear anything else.

Wolf took his feet off his desk, stared at me for about another minute and a half, and then told me, “Stand up.”

Still nervous as hell, I did what he asked. I placed my hands in my pockets.

“Take them out,” Wolf said. I took my hands out of my pockets and began to rock on my heels back and forth. “Stop that,” he said. I just stood there. “How old are you?” he asked. Before I got a chance to answer, he said, “Never mind, I already know. All you nineteen-year-olds stand the exact same…take off your shoes.”

“Huh?” I asked.

Wolf sighed heavily. “Don’t make me repeat myself.”

I unlaced my shoes and took them off. I was glad that I wearing clean socks. “Socks too,” Wolf told me. Still confused, I took them off as well. “Now tell me, how tall are you?”

“Um…somewhere between six-foot and six-foot two. It’s been a while since I checked.”

Wolf squinted his eyes. “You’re telling me you don’t know how tall you are?” 

“I’m six-two.”

“No, you’re barely six-one. How much do you weigh?”

“About…”

“I don’t want to hear ‘about’ anything. Just tell me the number.”

“One-seventy.”

“No. You’re one-sixty one. How many inches is your chest and waist?”

“I don’t know.”

Wolf shook his head as if he were disgusted. “You come in here and you can’t accurately tell me anything about yourself? Take off your shirt.”

I did what he asked. If his plan was to humiliate me, he was doing a fucking good job. I stood in front of him half-naked, waiting for him to judge me. “’34’ ‘31’” I thought he was going to tell me that I could put my shirt back on, but instead he surprised me by saying, “Take off your pants.”
“What?”

“I want to see how you look like in your underwear. Do you have a problem with that? Because if you do, you can leave right now. Your decision, Josh.”

There was no fucking way I was gonna take my pants off in front of this man. He could see the frustration and fear on my face. “You can go now,” he said. “And tell Dylan to come back in here.”

I was about to grab my shoes and socks and shirt, and then for some reason I just decided to go ahead and just do it. Slowly I unbuckled and unzipped my jeans and pulled them off. I was wearing a pair of vanilla-white underwear briefs. Wolf just stared at my body, not in fascination or disgust, but like he was studying a thousand year old artifact or something. I placed my hands in front of my dick, which had begun to thicken a little. 

“Move your hands,” Wolf said. I did. “Turn around.” Slowly I turned around facing the door I probably should’ve walked out of three minutes ago. I felt his eyes all over me, on my back and shoulders, down to my ass and legs, and this time I felt that he was just studying me, but that he was also getting off on it as well. I was waiting for him to tell me that it was okay for me to turn around again, but he never did. I was just about to turn around, when I felt his hands on my back. “Don’t move,” Wolf said, just like a criminal says when he has a gun jammed against your back. I was too shocked to move. 

He traced his fingers along my shoulders, down the length of my spine; he squeezed my triceps and my waist. A part of me wanted to tell him to get his fucking hands off of me, but there was another part of me, the guilty part of me, liked his warm hands all over me. It was like little jolts of electricity everywhere his hands went. I couldn’t keep my dick from getting hard. It was straining so hard against my underwear that it hurt. Either I would have to find some way for it to go down, or just take it out. Wolf’s hands went down to my waist and I trembled a little bit.

“What’s making you so nervous?” he asked.

“You are,” I said. “What you’re doin’.”

Wolf grabbed my ass with both hands and squeezed. I thought of Dylan and wondered if he was waiting in the hallway, if he knew what was happening to me, if this was a normal thing that happened here. And then I thought of Bryan again. We had been together since the tenth grade. He was the first and only person I had ever had had real sex with. I had done a few ‘innocent’ things with boys before him, but nothing really major. And in all that time that Bryan and I had been together, I had never done anything with anyone else. I felt guilty right now, because I felt like I was cheating. Even though I wasn’t doing anything to this man, I was allowing him to do something to me that I wouldn’t let anybody except Bryan do, all for a little contract. 

“This is a great body you have,” Wolf told me, the only real compliment he gave me since I met him. His hands moved around to my front, where he started to rub and caress my chest and abs. He must’ve known that I was into dudes; there could be no way he would do this to some straight boy. But then, maybe with as much money and power he had, maybe he would, and maybe those straight boys would like it too. I hated to admit it, but I liked it.

He pulled me closer to his body, my back pressed against his chest, my ass pressed against his crotch. I thought he was going to touch my throbbing cock, but he never did. Every time his hands would come close to it, he would touch me somewhere else. After a few more seconds, Wolf suddenly pulled away and went back to his desk, leaving me brick-hard and even more confused. “Stand by the window,” he told me. I ambled over to the massive window, a bit nervous. Wolf pulled a digital camera out of one of the drawers in his desk, and told me, “I’m going to take a few pictures of you.” 

“Like this?” I asked pointing at my hard dick. Wolf smiled, the only smile he had given me the whole time and said, “Turn to the side and look out the window.” I did as he told me to. When I first stepped into his office, I was nervous as hell, but somehow, the more I was around him, slowly the more comfortable I felt. I still wasn’t one hundred percent comfortable around him, but I felt a lot better than before. 

I leaned the side of my body against the window and looked outside, off into the horizon, at all the skyscrapers, at the bridge in the distance; I gazed downward at the cars passing on the street below. I could even see people walking along the sidewalk. I could see everything from this height. During the whole time I was examining the outside scenery, Wolf was taken pictures of me. He moved around at different angles to get better shots of me. He told how to pose, and what to do with my face. Occasionally he would say, “Good” and “Excellent”. It was amazing how much this stranger’s compliments made me feel good about myself. After a while, I became a lot more comfortable and started to make my own poses and Wolf put down the camera and asked me, “You have any modeling experience before?” 

“No,” I told him. I rearranged my dick in my underwear, so that it was pointing straight toward him, even though I don’t think he cared either way.

“You work like a fucking pro, especially for someone who was afraid to take off his clothes ten minutes ago…you would make a good underwear model, and your body would be great for suits.”

I was smiling so hard my mouth hurt. “There’s something about you,” Wolf told me, “something different.” It was the exact same thing Dylan had said to me. 

“Is that a good thing or a bad thing?” I asked.

Wolf sighed again and returned to his desk. “Put your clothes back on.” I put my shirt and jeans back on, stuffing my still hard dick into my pants. “Sit down.” He told me.
Once I was seated, Wolf said to me, “Every month I get about a hundred boys who come here thinking they’re the next big thing. A hundred every month makes over two thousand each year. And in that two thousand, you know how many I pick each year?”

All the confidence I had worked up in the last couple of minutes started to fade a little bit. “No,” I said.

“Less than fifteen,” he said.

My heart almost went into my stomach when he said that.

“I haven’t seen one single boy down in that lobby, just you. Now, I’m sure they’re all good-looking, but I’m sure none of them are good enough. You’re the first boy I’ve seen in months that I think has actual potential…”

My hopes started to climb again…

“…But you still haven’t convinced me yet that you really want this, Josh.” 

“I do want it.”

Wolf just stared at me for another minute. I wondered what he was thinking about me. And then he grabbed his telephone and pressed a button. His eyes were completely focused on me as he spoke to the person on the other line. “Kelly. Hey, this is Dan.” He sighed again, as though he were a bit hesitant to say the words that were about to come out of his mouth. “Tell Drew that I won’t need to see anyone else today…yes, even those who had appointments. I’ve already found what I’m looking for.” He hung up the phone. “I need you to be here at eleven o’clock tomorrow on the dot. I’ll give you all your papers tell you everything you need to know about how this works.”

I felt like I was going to jump out of my seat and out of my skin. I tried to sound composed. “Does that mean I’m in?”

Wolf reclined in his chair. “It means I’m going to give you a chance to prove yourself. I’m only going to give you only four weeks—four weeks to get your portfolio together and to book your first shoot. It’s all up to you whether you make this work or not.”

“Thank-you, Mr. Wolf,” I said, not at all able to hide my joy.

“Don’t thank me yet,” he responded. “Go out there and tell Dylan to come back in here.” 

* * *

“I told you,” Dylan said as we headed back down the elevator. “I’m never wrong about this shit.”

“I still can’t believe this,” I said. “All those dudes out there, and I’m the one that got picked.” I turned him. “Thanks for helping me out.”

Dylan just gave me another one of his seductive gazes and said, “Anytime.” All I kept thinking as he stared at me was, “He could stop a war with those eyes.”

“I can’t wait to tell my boy—” I stopped before I said, ‘friend’. I didn’t know how to finish that sentence without incriminating myself, so I said nothing.

“Bryan can wait,” Dylan said to me. “Me and you are gonna hang out for a while.”

“How do you know his name?”

Dylan smirked. “I know a lot of things.” The elevator doors opened and we stepped out into the lobby, which was now completely empty. All those cute boys gone, and there’s just me. I was the only one he wanted. I couldn’t help but to feel good about myself. As we passed by the row of photographs near the entrance, I saw Dylan’s picture again, and he said to me, “If you’re lucky, in a little while, your picture’s gonna be up there. Maybe even next to mine.” He gave me a quick slap on the ass and we stepped outside onto the busy street. I didn’t know what where we were going, or what Dylan intended for us to do, but whatever it was, I was up for it.

To be continued...

(P.S. Sorry I haven't written anything in like ten years. Part of it is because I have been busy with work and high school, other part is because I've just been lazy...anyway, I wanted to kinda start over and do something new, even though I have about three or four other storylines that I haven't finished yet. But um...yeah...I'll try to post more consistently and I'll also try to finish 'Secrets' if anyone is still interested. And thanks for all the people who voted for me - Michael B.)