Open Question 9

OPEN QUESTION.

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Chapter 9.

"Yo Brendan."

"Hi Martin."

"Had anything to eat? We can grab a pizza and eat it on the way."

"Great, I'm starving. Hey, what are we taking these photos with?"

"Have a look in the camera bag."

It was the camera from three nights ago, a very good digital one.

"Is there a Ted's Camera store on the way to the beach? I think they have evening shopping."

That was ten minutes out of their way, and then it took more time to choose a good tripod.

"You didn't have to buy that. I could have got one from Kristian."

"I'm buying it for me. I'm doing photography at school next year."

Brendan used the time, while Martin drove to the nearest bay beach, to make sure he understood the controls of the camera. There was nearly two hours of good light before they'd have to finish.

"What am I wearing?"

"Kristian picked out two pairs, blue and red."

"Blue's my color so we'll use those."

Brendan wrapped a towel around and changed on the beach. They both laughed. The bathers were only just fitting.

"What size are the red ones?"

"The same. He's done it on purpose, so DD stands out. We can do it another night with the proper size if you like?"

"No, we're here now. We might as well go ahead."

Martin was surprised when he had to model the bathers first while Brendan fiddled with the settings and composition, then swap out of them and take the shot with Brendan in the right position. If it was up to him he would have set it on automatic and snapped away.

"Did you learn all this from Phillip?"

"Yeah, he says I've got an artist's eye."

Brendan filled the memory card, 120 pictures in high-quality, then they sat in the car and looked through them.

"They look great Brendan."

"Not bad. It's hard to tell on this little screen and Mike hasn't got a computer in Brunswick. Anyhow, now we erase them all except for twenty. ...So we keep him looking for more. Hey, and tell him to make sure the bathers are the right size next time."

Martin wanted to go out somewhere but Brendan needed sleep. There were only two more days before a five-day break for Christmas and as usual Mike wanted to work extra hours.
Martin rang the next night and said Kristian drooled over the photos.

***

Christmas was quiet.
Phillip was away, Mike was up in the country with family and the only visitor on Christmas Day was Lucas's girlfriend, and she could hardly be called a visitor.
Brendan spent two days on the farm catching up with work that needed doing and two days at Phillip's using the Internet to look at guys in bathers.
Hundreds of them. Lots of them looked great, and they were the ones he studied closely, writing down notes of how the photos might have been taken and building a list of ideas to use when Martin brought more bathers.
He had a double purpose. Each new set of bather pics meant another $300 for Martin, so if he could get the pictures looking good it might mean extra sets. Also he was working it like a pre-assignment for his photography course.
God, next year was going to be busy.
He went to the Gay Check site and the new picture set was there. It was going to be fun showing Phillip.
They looked so different to the tiny screen shots on the back of the camera.
He looked for Martin and found him aliased as Brian three times in the hard-core section. Ben and Brian, Arthur and Brian and Vincent and Brian, and every time he was the bottom. For each couple there was a gallery of stills and a short video clip which invariably showed Martin giving a blow job and then getting porked in one way or another. There was also an advertising box on each page, saying the high-res, thirty minute video was available to download for $20.
Martin certainly was a good actor.

***

Three days after Christmas Brendan travelled by public transport back to Brunswick to continue helping with Mike's house works.
It really was major.
A large concreted area had to be jack-hammered out, the stumps supporting the house had to be re-blocked and levelled, and a ducted heating system installed under the house. That was the hardest work of all as it required digging a system of channels for the large insulated air pipes and the only effective method involved lying on your side in the confined space and awkwardly applying the heavy jackhammer to the hard, dry soil. In the next two and a bit weeks Brendan had only two days off, and most days they worked for ten hours or more in a pattern of start at eight o'clock and finish at eight o'clock.
Both days off were spent with Martin.
On New Year's Eve they watched the giant fireworks display in the parklands not far from the city centre, and then Martin took Brendan to a gay nightclub.
It was the first time Brendan had seen guys dancing together and he ended up having a great time. Martin had his life of the party mode in full swing and for the last hour before they left at two o'clock, there were three other guys sitting at the table with them, laughing and talking. Brendan even danced and that got him stirred on the way back to Brunswick.

"So, how was Eugene?"

"Okay I guess."

"Okay? He must have been more than that. DD was looking very happy when you came back to the table."

"Yeah, he was good-looking and very friendly."

"You like friendly more than good-looking don't you?"

Brendan hadn't really thought about it.

"And you let him feel you up while we were talking."

"Um.. How could you tell?"

"It was pretty obvious and you had the look."

"What look?"

"Brendan, most guys have a look when someone's playing with their dong. Why didn't you do it back to him?"

"I nearly did, but I thought it would be like an okay for a lot more."

"It would have been okay at the club, but in a gay bar it would be almost like a contract."

"How come you know all this stuff about gay places?"

"It's part of the deal I'm on. I look for guys for the website. I already found one at that club."

"Which one was it? Arthur or Vincent?"

"Vincent, but that's not his real name."

"Did you find Arthur too?"

"No, Kristian did."

"Is Vincent the only one you've found then?"

"No, I've found nine others but they're in the model section. They're like you. They couldn't care less if anyone sees them in bathers, and most of them don't mind nude either. I'm meant to persuade you into nude but I've told him you're not interested."

"Most of them? How many out of the nine?"

"Seven."

"Seven? That is most isn't it? How does it work? I mean what do you get out of it?"

"Oh, bathers is $50 for me and $250 for the guy, and for nude its $100 and $400."

"So, you'd get $500?"

"Are you serious?"

"I don't know. I'm thinking about it. It would help your funds."

Brendan was doing calculations in his head -- seven guys for $150 plus the other two came to $1150 and he thought there might be a couple of thousand more for the hard-core stuff. It wasn't very much really for just on two months. The free apartment would be about another thousand dollars. The car was the big part.

"Brendan, he'd cream for nude pics of DD. There's been so many hits on the blue bathers you wouldn't believe it. He'd pay $1000 without blinking."

"How do the videos work? Do you get much for them?"

"The one with Vincent's a good one. I get a thousand dollars for being bottom and two dollars for each copy that's downloaded."

"Two dollars? Is that all?"

"It adds up. The sign-ups like that one and there's been nearly 300 orders for it in the first two weeks. He reckons it'll go well over 500."

"So you might get $2000?"

"That's pretty good for three hours work."

"Three hours? It said thirty minutes on the website."

"That's the final cut. I had three sessions with Vincent."

"An hour at a time?"

"What do you mean? Oh... Kristian gives us a kind of Viagra that keeps us going."

"Isn't Viagra meant to be bad for your heart?"

"Not this stuff. It's specially designed for young guys."

They pulled up outside Mike's place and went inside.

"What time do you want to get up?"

"Whenever."

It took most of the next afternoon to get two sets of photos because Brendan was using his notes and ideas to try and make the pictures look the way he wanted them. There were blue and red bathers again and today they were the right size. Brendan liked the blue ones best because they had a really jazzy design -- a bit like his sex god ones, but the red ones were nearly as good. In the evening they loaded them onto the old laptop that Brendan had brought from Phillip's place, sorted through them and picked twenty photos for each of the blue and red to burn onto a CD. A week later Mike had a day of business affairs to get through so Brendan called Martin and they finished two more photo sets.

"What happens now Martin? That's five lots. Do you think he'll want any more?"

"Are you kidding? He's got plans to send thongs next time and I'm meant to try and talk you into wet ones, so that's at least four more sets."

"Wet ones? What's that?"

"You go in the water and wear loose bathers that nearly sag off when they get wet."

"Okay, you can tell him I'm thinking about the nude ones too."

"You are?"

"Yeah, I've worked it out in my mind. One set outside and another set inside with lights. I'm going to make them look arty, if you know what I mean."

In the evening Martin took him to a live show at the big Entertainment Centre and it was completely unreal.

***

The work at Brunswick finished, well there was plenty left, but Mike's leave had run out. It was the perfect opportunity so Brendan stayed two more days and got the thong and wet ones photos all done. God, Phillip was really going to stir when he saw those. After that it was travel home and wait for three days till Phillip returned. On the third day Brendan got restless and in the afternoon walked to Phillip's house. He cooked a meal, fiddled on the net and downloaded music, and after 10 o'clock went to Phillip's room, stripped off and climbed into bed. About an hour later he went to sleep.

Brendan was waiting in the entrance alcove next day when the wagon pulled in. He watched for the smile that he knew would appear when the car door opened and felt his whole body smile in anticipation.

"What have you been up to kiddo?"

"Nothing much, just slaving in Brunswick."

"Slacking more like it."

The hug came as soon as they were inside, then laughter from Phillip while he was being dragged to the floor and sat on.

"I love being attacked when I walk in my front door. Where's my coffee and when are you going to carry all my things in?"

"You never drink coffee after midday and there'll only be a pack and a carry bag."

"Minor details -- am I allowed to get up now?"

"No."

"Still bossy. So where are we going? The mountains or the surf?"

"Um... What would you like?"

"The surf."

"Let's go to the surf then."

"Very decisive. I've got the perfect place in mind. Can we leave the day after tomorrow?"

"How about tomorrow? I haven't had a holiday yet, and there's only eleven days before school starts."

"You poor thing. Well, we can fit at least a week in. Is there much to do at home?"

"I'll get it all finished tomorrow morning. Where are we going?"

"One of life's big questions. The answer's forty-two."

"The aeroplane ride's fizzed your brain."

"Lorne. You said you liked it when we went through on the coast trip. Now do I get up?"

"Not yet."

"Ah,... So you've been up to mischief and its confession time?"

"What makes you think that?"

"Mind reading."

"Well, I went to a gay nightclub and I got tied up and all my clothes cut off, and I'm modelling for Martin."

"Sounds pretty normal for you. Was this your first night in the city?"

"It really happened."

"This I have to hear."

The story took quite a while to tell and Brendan enjoyed the range of expressions at different sections. Phillip started shaking his head.

"I give up."

"Give up what?"

"Having any arguments with you. You might punch the life out of me if I don't agree. Brendan, that was totally dangerous."

"Not really, he was dopey from sleep and I was ready to run if anything went wrong. He'd never catch me."

"Yes he could. Ben knows where you live."

Brendan hadn't even thought of that.

"What did Mike think of all this?"

"He would have gone ballistic so I didn't tell him."

"Where does this modelling fit in?"

"It's to help Martin. He's got some sort of deal for the next six months, and if he backs out he'll lose his car and have nowhere to live."

"What's the deal?"

"...I'm not absolutely sure about the details but you won't like it. He makes gay porn movies and looks for models for the website."

"Martin's gay? I don't believe it."

"He fakes it."

"You're right. I don't like it."

"Neither does he, even though he says it's okay."

"How does you modelling help him?"

"I think I've talked him into trying for a job in a music shop and it builds up his funds for when his deal finishes. Kristian, that's the web site guy, thinks he's paying me but Martin gets it all."

"All? How much is that?"

"We think it'll end up at about $5000."

"Holy Hell Brendan, what sort of modelling is it?"

"It's harmless... Come and have a look... It's not porn."

"This is the only way I get to stand up is it, by looking at your `not porn'?"

"We can keep talking."

"No, I need to relieve my bladder before you completely pulverize it, and I'm just a little bit curious."

The photos had all been transferred from the laptop and Phillip saw them on his big-screen.

"Harmless?.. Weapons of mass distraction's more like it. Were these public beaches?"

"Yeah."

"I wouldn't be game."

"Which ones do you like best?"

"Um... The ones where you're smiling."

"That's a cheat's answer."

"Well, I like the blue ones more than the red ones."

"What do you think of the photos?"

"They're great... Who took them? Is that Kristian guy a photographer? I suppose he must be."

"Martin did, but I set them up. We're going to take some nudes too."

Phillip swivelled in the chair.

"Nudes. ...No way."

Brendan was surprised at the outright rejection.

"Why not? I've got special ideas so they won't be rude."

"Have you thought about it Brendan? They'll be out there for ever. Once they're on the net you can't take them back."

Brendan had indeed thought about that.

"I've thought about it a lot and I don't think there's anything wrong with being nude. You know I like it. It's kind of being honest about who I am."

"Okay, so you've made up your mind, but you still have to wait till you're eighteen. It's probably called corrupting a minor or something like that."

"You have to wait till you're eighteen for everything."

"You're nearly there."

Phillip kept clicking through the pictures.

"Wow, you set them up?"

"You think they're good?"

Phillip swivelled again, this time with a quizzical look.

"That's the second time you've asked me.

He was mind reading again.

"I ... Um.. I've got a big question."

"Do I panic?"

"No, it's good. You know the deal with a car? Could I get something else instead?"

"Spit it out."

"A camera."

"A camera? ...What? ...For your course? Brendan, you know you can use mine any time."

"I'm getting a really good one. You always say if you want to do something properly you get the best equipment, so I'm following your advice."

"Of course the deal still works. We just presumed a car would be your first big purchase. How much is this camera?"

"Eight and a half thousand dollars."

"....... Sheba! A camera for that much?"

"It's a full-frame camera plus a top lens, with memory cards and flashlight and a studio light. I've already got a tripod. Go to the web site for Michael's camera store. It's in favorites, and I'll show you."

For the next quarter hour Brendan extolled the virtues of the camera he'd chosen and showed the rave reviews that had persuaded him it was the best.

"Brendan, you're amazing. You don't do things by half measures do you? I think I'm green with envy."

"You'll be part owner, so you won't have to be."

***

"I can't believe you wore that thing."

"It's your turn tomorrow."

"Sure too."

There was no way Phillip would wear the blue thong in question. Brendan had done it as a stir and after some goading from Martin.
It had taken some persuading to get Martin to come because he was reluctant to face Phillip, but it worked out ok. They met at Anglesea so Martin wouldn't have such a big drive, then spent the afternoon at Point Roadknight, which had a sheltered bay and fewer people. They'd swum, walked the beach, wandered out on the reefs that appeared at low tide, and lazed in the sun and talked. In the evening they'd shared a nice meal at a bistro before Martin drove back to the city.

"What were you talking about with Martin?"

"His guitar. He says he still plays it all the time so if he's interested in that music job I'll put him in touch with Nathan."

Nathan was a casual friend of Phillip's who was a brilliant piano player. Brendan had met him a couple of times and really liked him.

"Nathan?"

"Nathan's starting a music teaching business. I'll have a talk with him when we get home to see if it's only for piano, or if having a guitar teacher would help him."

"Martin teaching? I only thought of him working in a shop."

"He'd be great. He knows his guitar and he's very good at talking to people.
What do you think of him now Brendan? You looked liked friends today."

"Not really. He's still a user I reckon, but not as bad as before. I feel sorry for him too. He can't go back home because he's scared of the police there and his parents have shifted way up the country so he's only got people like Ben to hack around with."

"You think he's still using you?"

"Half and half. It was my idea for the photos, but he's making the most of it. I don't mind though because I sort of trust him now."

"It puzzles me that he doesn't have any new friends. What about girlfriends?"

"He says he has lots of sex, but it's all one-nighters, after clubs."

"Lots? Is he careful about diseases?"

"Yeah, Kristian hammers that, so nothing comes back on the website. He's made Martin have two checkups already."

"I don't understand this guy. He pays his models pretty well, he looks after their health and from what Martin tells you he never does anything wrong. Why do all the rules get broken with you?"

"When they gave me the Viagra? Kristian doesn't even know about that. It was all Ben and Frankie."

"So why did they do it then?"

"Um.. It's embarrassing."

"To you? After Baby-Blue today I don't believe it. Tell me."

"Ah.. Remember how much money Kristian was going to pay that first-time Martin saw me? Well Ben and Frankie heard him saying I was so hot he could make a fortune if he could recruit me. He ...um ... reckons I'm good-looking, sexy, and photogenic and the signups would go crazy. There was some model like that a few years ago years ago who brought in a huge amount of money and made the site one of the big ones.
Anyway, they were going to have me doing stuff with Ben and Martin while Frankie took zillions of photos, and then they'd sell them to Kristian."

"Martin too?"

"Yes, mostly Martin. Remember how hard he tried to talk me into it in the first place? They thought he'd go for it when he found out about the roofie Frankie was going to give me. I was meant to wake up the next day and not remember anything."

"And he still lives with these guys?"

"He says he has to. Somehow it's part of the deal."

"Sheba, good-looking, sexy, and photogenic. It's a wonder you don't get mobbed... Come to think of it, it does explain those looks you get down on the beach."

"Idiot."

"... And all the time I thought it was shock."

Brendan loved this kind of teasing because it gave him an excuse to give Phillip a whack, or some other physical retribution, like a poke in the stomach.

"What d'you want to do tomorrow, surfing or photos? I know. We'll go down to Apollo Bay. We can hire sea kayaks and paddle out to the seal colony, and I know a neat little waterfall on the Paradise River there."

"So, we're going to Paradise tomorrow?"

"I am. They won't let you in if you wear that thong again."

"You liked me wearing it. I could tell."

"I refuse to comment, on the grounds that it might incriminate me."

"I'll wear the wet ones then."

"Shameless."

"Hug time?"

"Is the rocket there?"

"Only a bit."

"Body or mind?"

"Mind."

It had to be mind or it was an arm across the shoulder type of hug. They'd worked out, after a some very close calls, that they both had to be able to say mind. This hug wouldn't last long because, though Phillip always wore jocks, Brendan never did, and the sharing moment would be interrupted when the rocket reared his insistent head. Almost invariably it would be Phillip finishing the hug and tonight was no exception.

"The beast's getting savage."

"Ha, two beasts."

"It must be all those photogenic, sexy, good looks."

Brenda knew he was going to cop that for ever.
Several hours later his hand slid to Phillips chest, then, reassured by the steady rythm, moved to its target. Gentle ministrations brought the desired hardening. Usually the touching continued till signs of stirring forced a retreat, but this time, and for the first time, a finger sneaked ever so slowly and carefully under the band of the jocks to touch warm, smooth skin. With his heart beating fast and the rocket straining with excitement, Brendan's finger started its furtive journey towards the tip of the Phillip's erection. ...Almost there, it froze when Phillip's leg moved. Phillip shifted again, this time a slight roll of his hips, enough away to leave Brendan's finger marooned. Another change in Phillip's position told Brendan it was time to withdraw. Lying quietly on his back in the dark he felt a series of moves. He'd made Phillip restless. There was an even bigger move and Brendan jolted in surprise when Phillip's bent knee rested right on top of the rocket. Motionless in the dark, Brendan smiled at his secret pleasure. From outside came the distinctive call of a mopoke owl, and as if on cue, Phillip rolled away.

Brendan couldn't use his camera for the last two days as he'd filled his memory cards and even one borrowed from Phillip. The camera became known as `awesome' when Phillip called it that after looking through the thick users manual, and it had of course been a big focus point for the activities and places they chose. Brendan couldn't wait to get home and see what the pictures looked like on a full size screen. Well, he could wait really, as the enjoyment of the sun, surf and exploration, and the pleasure of laughter and company with Phillip was not to be missed. Going home also brought thoughts of school and work and study. On the return trip Phillip stopped at Brunswick to have a look at all the changes four weeks of work had wrought, and the last two days before school started were spent catching up on some of the never-ending farm work, and in the evenings, getting excited about how good his camera pictures were.

END OF CHAPTER 9.

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