Michele Italian Boy Model

Michele - an Italian boy nude model journey of self discovery - part 2 by Michele N.

This story contains graphic sexual scenes between males under 18 and between males under and over 18. If material of this nature offends you then you should not read this story.

Additionally, if you are under 18 years of age in most states you are not allowed to read this story by law.

This story is a work of fiction but partly based on the author's life. Any resemblance to person's living or dead, or to events that may have occurred, is purely coincidental.

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CHARACTERS from previous chapter: Michele (pronounced Mee-Khe-Ley): Italian boy, main character, 16 year old David: Michele's uncle

PART 2

During the rest of the summer I continued to discover my body but alone in my room. I soon that I loved to stimulate my asshole. I tried various objects but nothing felt as good as my fingers.. I decided to try with a carrot. I tried with a small one at first and progressively used bigger ones. Then one day as I was holding my legs up to fuck myself with a vegetable, I realized that if I managed to bend more I could reach my sex with my tongue. It took me a bit of practice but I eventually managed to suck myself. It was too hard to simultaneously fuck myself and suck myself and I was afraid my mother might start to wonder where all her carrots were disappearing so I ended it up giving up on the vegetables. But I did not give up on sucking myself, especially after the first time I made myself cum without even jerking off. I loved the taste of my own cum and shooting directly in my mouth was better than anything. It was always faster to release myself by simply jerking off so I could only enjoy my selfsuck sessions when I was alone at home with enough time ahead of me, which did not happen as often as I would have liked. The anticipation made it even more exciting.

In September, school started again. I was doing great but I was getting a bit bored. I guess I had matured a lot during the summer because I found all my 'friends' a bit childish. They were not really friends, in the sense that we didn't have very deep relationships and besides school and occasional activities I didn't see them much.

So I started to have more activities on my own. I took up piano, which I had dropped for a couple of years, and started to learn playing guitar. I also signed up for an art class. I had always liked drawing and my art teachers would always try to push me to develop my talent. But as a kid I was quickly bored by academic training. I decided to give it a go. It was a bit painful at first to go through very basic technique lessons and after a few weeks I told the teacher I was thinking about quitting the class because I thought it was not for me. He was a nice guy and I didn't want to hurt his feelings. The man answered:

• You've got something. Technique is important but it's not all that matters. You are learning really fast and I think you could join my class for adults. You will find it more interesting. Of course I need your parents' approval.

• I'm sure it won't be a problem.

• Take this form to them and if they are ok you can start next week.

I didn't even read the form and just gave it to my parents. They both read it and signed off.

The week after, I joined the new class. It was mix of males and females, mostly in their twenties except for a couple of older persons.

On the first day I understood why my parents had to sign: we were studying the human body with a nude female model.

After the class, the teacher told me:

• I hope you were ok working with a nude model on your first day?

• It was interesting. It's a lot more complex than I thought.

• We unfortunately can not afford to have models every week. We have a limited budget and it is not easy to find models who pose nude for such little money for students. About your drawings, I must tell you that they are not very good but I already see some progress and I'm sure you will improve quickly if you come regularly.

I was so used to succeeding easily that this made it a lot more interesting. I am not a competitor, I am not trying to be better than others, but I like personal challenges. I made sure to never miss a class and decided to take it easy on the piano in order to have time to practice drawing.

In October David called to say that he and his girlfriend had an opportunity to take over a massage parlor in Bali and that they were moving the month after. He asked to talk to me. He told me we were the first persons he called and that he was really sorry I could not visit him before he left. I was a bit sad after I hung up.

• It's a fantastic opportunity for him, my father said

• I guess. I'm happy for him, I answered

• You had a good time together last summer, didn't you?

• Yeah. He's really nice and I was looking forward to spend more time with him to get to know him better.

The Christmas holidays soon arrived. There was no drawing class during the break but I met the art teacher by chance at the swimming pool one afternoon. I found him sitting at the bar.

• Hi Michele!

• Hi professor!

• Do you come here often?

• Quite often, but I've never seen you here.

• The pool where we usually go to is closed.

I noticed the 'we' so I supposed that his family was with him.

• You have the body of a swimmer, he said

• I am not very muscular. I don't want too much muscle.

• I don't like too muscle either but you look really well balanced, still slim but with fine muscles.

He had an eye for the human form and I appreciated his comments as that of a connoisseur.

• Are you enjoying your holiday?

• I miss your class. I draw everyday but I miss your comments.

• If you have some free time, I'd be happy to have a look at them.

• That would be great. When?

• How about tomorrow? Could you bring them to my studio?

• I have nothing to write down the address, I said since I was only wearing my speedos.

I did not remember that he had asked for all students' cell phone number in case he had to cancel a class.

• I have your phone number. I'll text you the address and you can just call me when you are ready.

• Great, I said. I'll see you tomorrow.

We shook hands and I left. I had lost interest in the pool and decided to go back home to select the drawings I would bring him.

In the evening I got a text from him. I answered that I would call in the morning as agreed.

I met him at his studio in the afternoon. I had never seen a real artist studio before and I was very excited. He had the chance to have a space in a lot dedicated to artists and all his neighbors were also painters, sculptors or photographers.

The room looked very much as I imagined, with dozens of pots of paint, canvasses of various sizes, a glass wall which opened on a small garden. I also noticed a platform occupied by various accessories, a stool, an armchair and even a sofa.

• Hi, Michele, good to see you!

• Hi, professor. Thanks for taking the time to see me.

• You can call me Dario, here, this is not class. Let me just wash my hands. You can seat over there, he said pointing at two chairs in a corner of the room.

• Were you working?

• I have a model coming in, but I was expecting your visit.

He went to another room which I guessed was the bathroom. I couldn't help take a look at the painting he was working on. It was a male nude.

• I'm sorry I don't have a lot of time today because I have a model coming in half an hour, but it should be enough.

I had hoped to stay longer but politely said it was plenty of time. I showed him various drawings I had made and he commented them.

• You should continue to work on bodies. You can use yourself as a model. For example draw your foot, or your hand. You can even try to pause in front of a mirror.

• I'll try.

I heard a knock on the door and understood it was time to go.

Dario let his model in as I prepared to leave. It was a handsome boy in his early twenties. I supposed he was the boy in the painting.

Dario introduced us briefly.

• Same time tomorrow? He asked

It was unexpected but I immediately said yes.

I spent the rest of the day drawing. I started with my feet and hands. After dinner I went up to my room and undressed entirely. I drew my leg in various positions. I wanted to try larger parts of my body. I drew my torso, but didn't dare to draw below the waist. Then using two mirrors I tried to draw my back, but it was really not easy.

I visited Dario again the next day.

He asked me to show him my sketches in chronological order. When I pulled out my first torso painting, Dario asked:

• Why did you stop at the waist?

• The mirror was not big enough, I lied, I could not see myself entirely.

• That's you?

• Yes, I modeled in front of a mirror as you suggested.

We were interrupted by a knock on the door. Dario went to the door. It was the model from the day before.

• You're early, Dario told him.

The boy saw me.

• Am I interrupting? Should I come by later?

• No come in. You can get ready while we finish.

The boy said hi and went into the other room. We continued to look at my drawings.

There were a couple more torso sketches and then I showed the drawings of my back.

That's when the boy reappeared in his birthday suit. He was absolutely gorgeous. The nude model I had seen in class had kept a bathrobe on until she paused and did not walk around the room naked. But this boy did not seem to mind at all. I had to really force myself to not stare at him the whole time.

• Michele is showing me his drawings.

• Can I see? the model asked

He didn't wait for a answer and walked up to us.

• Sure, I answered and handed him my portfolio.

He looked at my drawings while Dario commented on the last ones. The model was standing next to me and I had to focus to not stare.

• What do you think? Dario asked him

• Rather good. Is this you? the boy asked putting a hand on my shoulder.

• Yes, they're all my drawings.

• I meant, the model?

• Oh, yes it's also me.

• I used to do the same. It's sometimes not easy but it's good practice.

• Angelo used to be one of my students. Now he is graduating from art school.

• Yes, last year in school and off to the real world, the boy said with a smile

Dario again asked if I wanted to come back the next and of course I agreed. On my way back home, I kept thinking about Angelo's beauty. I had never thought that a model might be an artist too. I figured that it made sense because artists know what they need from a model. And for a student it was certainly a good way to make some money.

Rather than going straight home, I sat at a terrace to sketch out people walking by. I had never dared to it before but I was gaining confidence.

I got a call from Dario in the evening. When I saw his number I was afraid he was going to say he couldn't see me the next day.

• About tomorrow, he started, could you come by later? Around 5?

• Sure, if that's better for you.

• I have a surprise for you. I'm sure you'll like it. And bring your kit.

In the evening I drew myself again but this time I did not stop at the waist and made several sketches of myself full frontal. I also tried again drawing my back but found it too hard so I decided to try to draw just my buttock.

I was truly excited when I knocked at Dario's door. When he let me in, I immediately saw Angelo standing nude on the platform. There was also another nude model, a man in his forties.

When he saw me walk in, he put on a robe and stepped down from the platform, unlike Angelo who remained naked and sat on the sofa. The man went into the other room.

• Am I too early?

• No, right on time. Let's seat over there, he said indicating the usual seating area. I'll be right with you.

I set some drawings on the coffee table and waited there. I could not help look at Angelo who was reading a magazine.

When the man reappeared he was fully clothed. Dario handed him an envelop before he left.

• Let's see what you have for us today?

I first showed him the sketches I did outside. His comments were very not all positive but still very encouraging.

• I also made these, I eventually said pulling out the nude sketches of me.

• That's better, he said holding up a drawing I had made of my entire body.

• Have you also worked on details?

• Yes, I tried.

I handed him a page on which I had sketched various parts of my body: a knee, a shoulder, my chest and also my sex.

• Angelo, what do you think of those?

The boy walked up to us and took a look at the drawings.

• I don't think I had such a good eye at your age, he said. I guess I had the eye but it was not as developed as yours.

• True, said, Dario. But don't get carried away. You still need to practice and that's why I have asked Angelo to stay. Did you bring your material?

• Yes.

• Our friend has agreed to let you attend the rest of the session. I couldn't ask that to just any one but he knows what it's like and since it's my last session with him for this painting I'm working on, we thought you might want to stay.

• Are you sure I'm not going to be in your way?

• As long as you don't speak to me while I work, I'll be fine. I prefer to have no one around while I work but I'll make an exception for you.

He brought a stool for me and we worked silently for almost an hour until I heard a ring.

• Time's up. He said. Angelo, thank you, you are free to go.

• Always a pleasure!

The boy went in the other room to get dressed. I wished it could have lasted longer.

Dario continued to work on his painting and I didn't dare say a word. When Angelo came back he gave him an envelope. His pay I supposed. The model apologized as he had to go.

• I hope to see your work some day? he told me

• Thanks a lot, I said as we shook hands.

After he left, Dario took a look at my sketches and said they were much better than the ones of myself.

• I don't know how to thank you, I said

• Well I do. I am doing a series on males at various ages and I haven't found a model for my teenager. I've tried with models who look young but it's not quite the same, because their bodies have changed and their attitudes are different. I'll be straightforward: I would like you to model for me.

• That would be an honor, if you think I can.

• You saw I am doing nudes.

• Yes.

• And you would be ok to pose nude for me?

• Absolutely, why?

• It's just not very common with boys your age. It's always easier to find female models.

• I wouldn't mind.

• I noticed when we met at the pool that you have the kind of body I'm looking for but off course I would have to confirm after I see you nude.

• Would you like to check now?

• No. You will understand that I would have to have your parents' green light since you are not 18. Do you think they might have any objection?

• No, if I tell them I want to do it they'll be fine with it.

• I have a standard letter which I have used in the past. They can call me or we can even arrange a meeting of they want to see my work.

• I'll ask them tonight.

As soon as they got back from work I told my parents. My dad immediately said yes. My mother only asked me if I was sure about it and then asked to see the letter. I had read it of course and it stipulated the nature of the work, that it was nudes but without any sexual situation, that the parents could not be present during the sessions but that I was free to stop at any time, that my privacy would be respected, etc. The letter and my enthusiasm were enough to convince her.

Before dinner I called Dario and we agreed to start the day after Christmas.

My parents were always very good at giving me the perfect Christmas gift. They never spent huge amounts but always knew what I would like without asking. That year they went completely over their usual sense of measure. They gave me an envelop and I was really curious to find out what it was. Certainly not money, my parents hated offering money or gift vouchers.

It was a plane ticket to Indonesia.

• We have arranged with your uncle for you to visit him during your next winter holiday.

• That's amazing. How long will we stay?

• Not 'we', 'you'. We figured that you are old enough to take a holiday on your own. You have never actually asked but we thought you would appreciate.

• Wow, I can't believe it. That's fantastic. Don't get me wrong, I love going on holidays with you and I hope we'll go together again next summer. But this is really cool. I love you so much.

I did not realize at first but it was a business class ticket. I was taking a really long trip for just a bit more than one week there and my parents wanted to be sure that I travelled in good conditions so that I would not be too tired to go back to school. Though my parents could afford it, they were used to most of the time travelling in economy which they considered more respectful of the environment. So I knew this trip was going to be a real treat.

I would count the days until my departure. I was excited about travelling on my own, happy to visit a new country and overjoyed to spend some time with my uncle.

On the day after Christmas,I was bit anxious when I arrived at Dario's studio for my first time as a model. It would not be my first time being nude in front of someone, but it would be the first time I would be naked in front of someone staring at me. But what I was more worried about whether I could hold the pause long enough.

My art teacher noticed my nervousness.

• Do you have second thoughts? He asked

• No, but I hope I will be a good model.

• Just let me know when you need to move. We will go progressively. Before you get ready, we haven't talked about money.

• I'm not doing it for the money.

• It is normal to pay you for your time and effort.

• I consider that I owe you already.

• Then let's say that you do this one for free, but then if we work again together I will pay you.

• You have a deal.

• Good. Now if you are ready, you can undress in the other room. You will find a robe that you can put on.

After I stripped down, I wondered whether to put the robe or not since I had seen that Angelo did not bother to use it. But then I didn't want to seem over confident and decided I should wear it.

Dario explained what he was expecting from me: natural attitudes, freedom to change position whenever I wanted to.

• I want to start with some sketches to see how you inspire me. I would like you to walk around the room and just stop when I ask you too. You can hang the robe here.

I undressed and started to walk around as he had asked.

This lasted for maybe twenty minutes. He made me stop several times. He was sometimes behind me, sometimes on the side but more often facing me. My anxiety quickly disappeared and I was soon totally relaxed walking in my birthday suit in front of the eyes of a man I didn't know so much.

He later made me go on the platform and he positioned me in a pose I had to keep for as long as I could. I was surprised at how quickly it became uncomfortable. He made me change position several times before offering a break.

• Would you like to drink something?

• That would be nice.

• Hope you are not too cold?

• Just a little, but it's ok.

He handed me the robe.

• I don't want you to get ill. I think this is really working for me and I'd be happy to continue.

We had a coffee and he said:

• I'm happy that you didn't ask to see the sketches. I don't want you to start thinking about what I'm doing because I really want to capture a natural presence.

• I understand.

• Can you stay a while longer?

• Sure.

I disrobed and went back on the platform.

• I would like you lie down on the sofa.

• How?

• Just make yourself comfortable.

I lied on my back.

• Can you move your sex to the side?

I pushed my penis as indicated.

• Now turn around just a little. Yes, that's better. Don't move.

I remained like this for what seemed like a really long time. I got a bit bored and started to think about my Christmas gift, which led me to think about my uncle and the time we shared together.

• Michele, I would really need you to not move at all.

• I'm sorry, I didn't realize I changed position.

• You didn't really change position, but you should try to focus on something that does not make your penis react.

I had not even realized that I was getting a hard on. I was not fully hard, but my cock was a bit swollen. I was really embarrassed.

• Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to.

• It happens. I know it can get boring but try to think of less... less pleasant thoughts, he said with a smile.

• I'll make sure it doesn't happen again.

• If it stays like that I don't mind, it's even better for my drawings.

I wondered if it meant that he found my sex a bit small, but I didn't dare ask.

I started to think of school and my cock went back to normal.

The artist made me change position on the sofa several times, and then he made me stand again. After a while he declared:

• I think we're done for today. You can get dressed.

I was anxious to know if he would ask me to come again. I had liked the experience and was eager to do it again. I also admired him and was hoping I could somehow become a bit of a friend, like Angelo seemed to be.

I dressed quickly wondering whether I should ask him or not.

I was ready to leave when Dario asked:

• I am not available tomorrow, but if you agree I think I would like to work with you. How do you feel about it?

• I'd be happy too.

• I'll call you tomorrow.

The next day was very long. It was the first time, though not the last time, that I had to wait for a phone call I was really hoping for.

I didn't leave the house afraid I might miss the call. By the end of the afternoon, I started to think that he would not call. I stripped to check my body in the mirror. He maybe thought I was too skinny, or not good looking enough. I should maybe work out to develop more muscles.

It was too late to do anything about it anyway and he had probably made up his mind already.

My phone rang only after dinner.

• Sorry to call so late but I've been working all day. I've been thinking about the series I want to paint. Would you still be ok to model for me? Dario asked

• Yes, absolutely.

• Would you be available tomorrow?

• Yes, at what time?

• It would like to see you in the morning. We'll see how it goes. Can you be at the studio at 10?

• Certainly.

• Good, then I'll see you there. Oh and regarding money...

• We can see that later.

• No I insist to clarify it beforehand. I am not a wealthy artist so I hope that 50 Euros per hour will be ok?

It sounded like a lot of money.

• This is rather standard.

• I trust you.

• Good then see you tomorrow. Sleep well, I need all your energy tomorrow.

I arrived at the studio much more relaxed than the day before. I had taken my sketchbook just in case Dario asked to see what I had done recently.

We worked for a couple of hours until Dario suggested to order some pizzas for lunch.

I spent most of the morning standing naked on the platform in the same position.

I didn't pose during the whole time. The painter told me I could rest several times. I understood that it was his way or working and the breaks could last from 2 to almost 20 minutes. After each break, Dario repositioned me in the same attitude. He would come up on the platform to move my leg, turn my shoulders if the angle was not right.

At some point, someone knocked at the door but he didn't answer. The person knocked again and I said:

• It might be the delivery?

• Right. Come in, it's open, he shouted.

He apparently didn't want to be interrupted.

The pizza boy came in but stopped when he saw me.

• Your pizza, sir.

• Just put them on the table, he answered without even looking.

• Where?

He turned to him:

• You're new. Over there, he said pointing at the coffee table.

The boy walked across the room trying not to stare at me but I noticed that he could not help take a look a couple of times.

• Tell your boss I'll pay him later, he knows.

• Ok, have a good day.

Dario continued to draw silently for a couple minutes and then declared:

• Let's eat before it's completely cold.

I put on the robe and joined him.

During our lunch he complained that the owner should know him by now but that he kept sending new delivery boys.

• I'm not sure any one wants to make a career out of it, I suggested.

• I guess. Do you know what you want to do later?

• Study I guess, but I've got several ideas in mind.

• Are you serious about art?

• It's very new for me.

• Then continue working. I don't know if you are an artist but I think you have skills at least.

The lunch break was short. He made coffee and offered a cigarette, which I took though I didn't really smoke.

• I suggest to continue for 2 hours if you can?

• I have nothing planned.

• Let's go then.

Before I left he gave me an envelop.

• Can you come at 2 tomorrow?

I liked that he didn't ask if I could come but when I could come.

• That's fine for me.

• I guess I will need you for at least three hours.

• Good.

In the evening I got an SMS which said: 'if you have more work to show me bring them tomorrow.D.'

I arrived at the studio a little before 2 to make sure that I would be ready to really start at 2.

During the first hour I posed standing but facing the wall. It was strange to not be able to see him but still know that his eyes were on me.

Then he made me turn around but not facing him entirely. He came on the stage and moved my right leg and my left arm as if I had frozen while walking.

• It's going to get uncomfortable quickly so try to hold it for as long as you can. Just let me know when it gets too painful.

I don't know how long I managed to stand still but it was hard and I had to take several breaks. I stopped putting on the robe each time we stopped. The room was warm enough for me and the breaks were sometimes too short so I would seat naked. Dario didn't even seem to notice.

• I can see you're tired so for the last hour you will lie on the sofa. I liked the pose you took last time. Do you think you can reproduce it?

• I'll try.

I lied on the sofa trying to remember the position.

• That's not it, he said coming on the platform. Your leg was more bent.

He repositioned my left arm, then my legs.

He took a step back and looking down at me added:

• And your sex was turned a bit more towards me.

I pushed my penis, surprised at how much details he could remember.

• And your testicles. Spread your legs a little less and so that they don't hang down.

I lifted my balls.

• Now that's just right.

He went back to his stool and started to draw. Although I was lying, after a while my body started to ache a little.

• I can see you're a bit tense. Are you ok?

• I'm fine.

• I don't want to lose this attitude. Try to clear your head. Think of something nice. Just not too nice.

I concentrated to forget the pain and it worked. But my body got a bit cold as I was not moving.

After a few minutes he stopped.

• I'm afraid it's a bit cold today, Dario said

• I'm ok, I don't mind.

• Whether you want it or not your body reacts. Look at your penis, it's shrinking. Take a break. Put the robe on this time, you will warm up. I have a call to make.

He went out and the only words I heard when he came back were: 'So you'll stop by around 5? Ok, bye'.

When he came back, I disrobed and lied on the sofa. He looked at me.

• That's good.

But after a few minutes he stopped again.

• I'm afraid your penis doesn't quite like the temperature. I'll get a heater for next time. But for today, do you think you can do something about it?

• I can try.

And without hesitating I putt hands overt sex and balls to warm them up. He was not looking at me and I dared caress myself a little to make my cock grow a bit. I didn't want to be portrayed with a small dick.

• I think I'm ready.

He looked up.

• It looks better like that.

He looked at me silently.

• Yes, much better. Try to stay like that.

It was not easy remaining semi hard. The first time I felt my cock go soft, I tried to think of something exciting. It was not really easy so I simply caressed my sex a little, which worked much more efficiently.

Dario never made any comment.

There was no clock in the studio and I never wore a watch and so I lost track of time. Dario had apparently forgotten to set his alarm clock. He was still working and I was still posing when I heard a knock and saw the door open before he could say anything.

A man in his mid forties walked in.

• Hi, Dario, he said. Am I early or are you late?

• No idea. Can you give me 5 minutes?

• Take your time.

The visitor said hi to me as he walked across the room. I was surprised that Dario let someone in while he was working and I was posing nude. The man didn't seem to pay attention to me. He looked at some study drawings which I noticed Dario had spread on a table. I understood they were representing me because he took one, turned around and seemed to compare the drawing with the original. He then sat in an armchair. I couldn't really see him but I felt that he was watching me.

• I think we're done for today. I'm afraid I made you stay much longer than planned. You must be tired.

• Not tired, just a bit numb.

The visitor got up and walked towards us.

• Let me introduce you to my good friend and fellow artist Aldo B.

I stepped down and shook his hand.

• Nice to meet you.

• Nice to meet you too, Michele.

I was surprised that he knew name.

• You're name is on the sketches, he said.

• You are a painter too?

• I'm afraid I am only a photographer.

• One of our finest, Dario said.

• An art photographer?

• I try to do mostly artistic work but it's not enough to pay the bills.

• I invited Aldo to stop by so that you two could meet up because he is looking for models.

• I'm producing documentaries and I am currently working an educational program for which I need young people and Dario was kind enough to mention you. I hope you didn't mind my presence?

• Not at all.

• I thought we would be done, actually. It was a good day. I'm gonna get us a drink and you two can discuss.

I was still fully naked and thought I should probably put something on if I was to a stay a bit. I thought the robe was enough for now.

Aldo explained what he was working on.

• I'm afraid it is not artistic work and I understand if you turn me down. We are filming an educational program for teenagers. It is a documentary of about 45 minutes which will be shown in schools. Actually there will be two parts one with girls and one with boys. They want to have a more progressive approach of human biology and sex education and so we will film nude models. We will have a cast of 6 persons of each gender from 13 to early 20s. It is a very scientific work with doctors and educators. But we are struggling to find boy models at 16 and 17.

• You have a problem with boys only?

• Yes, we have the full female cast. I must say that the program will be very explicit and it's probably more difficult for boys. To be totally transparent with you we will probably go as far as filming erections.

• And you said this will be shown in schools? I'm surprised that the Italian government is ready for something so cutting edge.

• I forgot to mention it's not for Italy but for Australia and probably also New Zealand.

• But made here?

• Yes. We are filming here. The company I work with as offices in several countries and we got the deal. They wanted to film in Australia originally but they want to show it everywhere and they thought that it might be a problem for the models, especially the younger ones.

• I see. I don't know how they are over there but I can imagine what most people might fear.

• So what do you think? Would you consider taking part in the film?

• I don't know if I could. I mean I'm fine posing for Dario, but I've never done anything like this.

• I could see that you don't seem to have any problem with nudity and I'm sure you would do fine in front of a camera too. I could give you a script so that you have a better idea.

• I could look at it.

• We are not filming before several weeks but if you are interested you would also need to meet the director first.

• Of course.

• Let's drink to that, said Dario.

The next morning, Aldo brought the script. Dario was making drawings of me standing up facing him, with arms behind my head which was really not comfortable and I was happy when he said we could take a break.

I had thought about Aldo's offer and I wanted to do it for several reasons. First out of curiosity about myself: what would it feel like? Second: because I thought it was a great idea to be more realistic about sexual education. And I was also starting to feel that I would probably like to work in an artistic field. I had always been fascinated by photography and film and this was a great opportunity to meet professionals. To be honest, I was also faltered and excited.

I stepped down from the platform. I remained naked to show Aldo that I was really not prude or shy.

• I have realized that I can not let you take the script home because it is confidential material and I would need a confidentiality agreement signed by your parents. Could you stop by my studio when you're done here?

• Yes.

• Dario until what time are you keeping him today?

• I'm not sure but I would say until 2 at least.

• I'll be gone by then.

• Why don't you have lunch with us then?

• Why not. And then we can see what we do next.

• I'll order some pizza.

• Let me take care of it.

I know it sounds like a cliche but pizza was Dario's usual diet.

I was disappointed not to see Aldo's studio and hoped I would have another chance.

Around 1, Aldo came back with lunch. He came in without even knocking. It would have been a bit too provocative to stay nude during lunch, although I would have enjoyed it, and so I put on the bathrobe.

The script was not extremely detailed.

• It is not like a movie script of course. There is no dialogue and the commentaries are not in the script but it will give you an idea about what we will be filming precisely, how the set is going to be and generally what is expected from the models and the actors.

• Actors?

• Yes, the medical staff will mostly be played by actors. The comments, explanations and some segments will be done by real doctors, but for the shots with the models we prefer to use actors because we know it will be easier. You only need to read the pages on which it says Boy16.

Everything was detailed. There would be several group scenes either with all the boys or with groups by age range and also several solos. I understood that the group scenes were rather general but several solo scenes were explicitly focusing on parts of the body and not only sexual orgasms. The pages on sexual orgasm came near the end. There would be long shots of the penis, the balls. It was most of the time Boy16 who was manipulating his penis, for example to pull his foreskin, but there was also sometimes the intervention of a doctor, for instance to show how a testicle exam is being done. On the last pages there was a big red stamp 'DRAFT'.

• These last pages are not finalized.

• Can I still read?

• We don't know if we will film it. It is under legal review at this stage. I guess you will see why.

The title was self explanatory: Erection.

The script described shots of Boy16's sex at various stages of erection, including a scene during which the sex would be filmed going from erect to flaccid, etc. There was nothing truly sexual and most of the time it would be close ups but I understood that it may not be legal to do this with an underage boy.

• So what do you think?

• It's the first time I read a script but it's interesting.

• And do you think you could be Boy 16.

• Definitely, there is really not much to do.

• Being filmed is a lot different than posing for a painter. There's a lot more people, a lot of waiting and we also ask you to be active.

• I think I could do it.

• And what did you think of the last pages?

• I could do it too. It's not the most difficult thing on earth, I mean it happens all the time!

My final sentence made them laugh.

• And do you think your parents will agree?

• My mother is a doctor and I'm sure she will approve of your project.

• We would happy to meet her, if she wants.

• She might ask.

• If you're in, she would obviously not be able to come on the set.

• I don't think she would want to.

• You have all my details to contact me. It would be good to know quickly so that I can arrange a meeting for you next month.

• I'll speak with them tonight.

• I'm happy to see you are motivated.

Aldo left after lunch and Dario and I got back to work.

I presented the project to my mother as soon as she got back from work.

• It's great, don't you think?

• I would need to know a bit more. I want to make sure they are serious.

• The producer said you could naturally meet them. How about Monday?

• You have school on Monday.

• I don't need to be there. And they need to know soon otherwise they have to continue searching.

• Ok, if you can arrange a meeting at lunch time Monday I'll go.

I immediately called Aldo and got everything sorted out.

After school on Monday I couldn't resist the urge to call mother.

• I read the script, she said. They said you saw it too?

• Yes.

• So you know exactly what they expect?

• Yes. I'm fine with it.

• I have asked a friend to do some background check and they seem to be serious. I know one for the doctors involved and I think we can trust them.

• So that's a yes?

• From me, yes. But we must see with your dad too.

My dad made no problem at all.

• I would have done it at your age so I don't see why I would say no. I think that it's an important matter and it's good that someone finally decides to treat it in a less conservative way. I hope it gets played in schools here too.

The next morning he talked to me alone.

• Your mother was talking of maybe asking to check what would be filmed. We can't let her do that. You know how she can be.

• I won't do it if she wants to come on the set.

• I don't want to ruin it for you. I'll convince her, don't worry. If you feel better with one of us there I can do it.

• I would rather not.

• You're right.

I called Aldo and he gave me an appointment for the next day. He sent a parental agreement by courier that I would have to bring with me for the audition.

Aldo introduced me to two men, the director and one of the doctors who was working on the program. We discussed a bit about the project. Then the director said he would like to do some video tests. He started to film me with a small camera while I continued to discuss with the doctor.

• I would need you to take your clothes off, now.

I started to undress.

• You can keep your underwear for the moment.

They made me stand in front of the camera. The director asked me questions about me. After about 5 minutes, the director looked at the doctor.

• Is it good for you?

• Yes.

• Perfect. Michele as you know you will have to be nude for most of the program so we need see your body.

• Naturally, I said. And without waiting I took off my underwear.

• Let me turn off the camera.

• Is something wrong?

• It's your first casting right?

• Yes.

• We never make nude shots on a first audition, said the director.

• Oh I didn't know that.

• Can you just walk around the room, please?

I did as he asked.

• Thank you, the director said. Now we need to do a small medical exam. We will leave you with the doctor.

Aldo and the director left the room. The doctor mostly examined my sexual parts actually. He pulled on the foreskin, checked my balls, just usual exam like I had already had in the past.

• I need to ask you some personal questions. It will stay between you and me, but it's important for the show. Are you sexually active?

• What do you mean?

• Have you ever had a sexual relationship?

• No, not with anyone.

• I suppose you have explored on your own?

• Yes.

• Do you masturbate often?

• It's not regular. But yes, quite often.

• Do you sometimes have problems getting an erection?

• No.

• Do you think you could show me?

I must say my first reaction was surprise but I realized it made sense in the context. I was about to answer when he added:

• You have been warned that we might film you erect for the documentary? It's not certain yet but I hope they warned you?

• Yes, I know. That's ok, if you just give me a minute I think I can.

• Good. If you really need to I can leave the room but I'd rather stay to observe how it goes.

• I'm fine, you can stay. I guess I should be ready for it if you select me.

• Just forget about me. Use your imagination, whatever stimulates you.

The doctor watched as I started to touch myself, standing nude right in front of him. I didn't actually have to fantasize. I was rather excited by the situation and I was quickly fully hard.

• I think that's as hard as I can get, I said releasing my cock.

• That was fast. Can you turn this way please?

I turned to the side.

• Now try to think of something else and let your sex go soft again.

It was harder than I thought but I managed to loose my hard on.

• Perfect, he said. You are very fit. I see a lot of boys your age in consultation and they are rarely as easy as you are. And in case you wonder, your sex is already above average. I think you would be fine for the program. I personally would like to work with you if you're ok and if the director is ok too.

• I'm definitely up for it, I answered.

• You can get dressed.

Before I left he added:

• I have met your mother on a couple of occasions. Please tell her that she can call me if she wants.

• I will, but I don't want her to get too involved. I mean, it could be a bit awkward.

• You know your parents are entitled to ask to see the program?

• I know but once it's done it's done.

• The production will call you once they have made a decision.

I didn't have to wait very long for the answer. Aldo called me in the evening to tell me that the director had watched the tape and also agreed to hire me.

• We still have some legal stuff to finalize before we can send you a contract. Regarding your salary, it will be above minimum but I hope you do not expect too much because we have a tight budget. Our plan was to film during the February holiday but I think we won't make it.

• Actually I will not be in town for the holidays.

• Ok. You'll hear back from us soon.

• Thanks, I'm really looking forward to it.

I sent a text to Dario to let him know.

• He answered that he hoped I would still have time to model for him.

'Of course!' I texted back.

The contract came in a few days later in the mail. My parents had it reviewed by a lawyer who validated it. His only remark was that I should get a legal representative if I wanted to pursue in that direction. I said it was too early and that my dad could represent me.

I modeled two Saturday afternoons for Dario before my trip to Indonesia. I was eager to leave, excited to live new experiences. I would not be disappointed.

to be continued...