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James Bond!

Pretty cool, huh?

Of course, you don't get hot boys in Bond movies - 007's more into babes - but if you've seen the latest one, Die Another Day, you'll know there's a real cutie playing the villain's sidekick.

Rick Yune's his name.

Keep an eye - and your dick - out for him.

But, quite apart from bringing a little sexual excitement into the movie theater, Rick had an even more direct effect on my life too.

Because after that film - and after Rick - my modelling career began to take off.

Suddenly, my agent tells me, Asian looks are really chic.

Up to now, the fashion industry always wanted black or Latino boys to model the latest cool street styles.

Only black or Latino boys - looking as though they've come straight from hanging out with the gang - were supposed to have real steet cred.

But, like I say, my agent says that bookings for Asian boys are increasing big time - and that's great news for me.

OK, I may not be a Calvin Klein poster boy yet, but I'm getting there.

And if I've gotta do one or two cheesy jobs on the way, well - Marilyn Monroe did nude shots too, didn't she?

And that brings me to Ted.

You may have come across the name he works under - Manhattan Men.

In the industry, though, the joke is that Ted's more into Bronx Boys.

And, if you visit his studios, they say you're much more likely to find Harlem Homos or Queens Queers.

All the same, the last laugh's on Ted, 'cos even the guys making the jokes gotta admit that he's one of the best photographers around when it comes to clothes for young hip guys.

His pictures are hot and sexy - and they'll convince even the plainest guy that if he wears that stuff he'll be a superstud too!

Ted's pictures get into the best fashion spreads in the papers. The store catalogs love them. And you pass them on giant billboards every day.

So working with him's a real good career move.

But there's a price you gotta be prepared to pay.

You gotta let the guy take a few extra pictures for his private album (though he's been doing it for so long that he must have at least a private library by now).

Ted had never worked with me before, so he told my agent I'd have to meet him for some test shots.

Of course, I knew exactly what was coming (me, in the end!)

But Ted's no fool. He knew that we were both there primarily on business - and to make us both money - so he took all the right professional shots to start off with.

And I really liked the clothes. I thought I looked real good in them and so, apparently, did Ted (though I could tell pretty early on that he thought I'd look even better out of them).

Ted took lots of pictures of me in different combinations of the clothes.

And it wasn't too long before we got down to the underwear…

And then, making it seem like it was just a natural way to continue the session (well, I guess it was to him!) Ted gestured me to move across to the bed and, pretty quick, slip off the briefs.

And he just carried on clicking away.

From time to time he gave a bit of direction, but I knew from speaking to other guys exactly what he wanted.

And I was happy to oblige if that got me a job as a Manhattan Male.

Or even a Bronx Boy.

(Though I definitely drew the line at becoming a Queens Queer.)

As you can see, I worked damn hard on that session.

But it paid off.

Because, in the end, Ted not only paid me - well - but told me I'd "passed" the test session and he'd be putting me on his books as a full-time model.

I went away with a smile on my face…

…but with one big worry.

If today had only been a "test", what the hell would Ted expect me to do for "extras" on the real thing?