Model's Wanted, A story....

[SwimTeamSpeedo]

“Man what a workout,” Zach said as we climbed out of the pool. Coach put us through a grueling four hour endurance practice session with only one five minute pee break in the middle. We were both beat, as were the other guys and girls on the team. You know that great look you see when a guy climbs out of the pool and his brief clings to him? Well, it does not happen after a four hour endurance session, we all looked like we were 12, our male bulges more like tiny bumps.

“I know, my ass is dragging,” I said in reply. “Just want to go someplace quiet and lay down for a while.”

“Holy crap, I swam my balls off” Thomas said, pointing to his missing bulge. We all laughed.

We had to do 20 minutes of stretches on deck. Fifteen guys and twelve girls all spread out on the mats doing all sorts of muscular configurations. Watching all the action of these handsome bodies did start to help with the whole shrinkage problem. By the end, we not only felt better, but we looked better, at least getting more normal. I always wondered after these sessions how much the girls watched as the guys sprang back to life.

The team bulletin board was in the hall leading to the locker rooms. As Zach and I walked past, something caught Zach’s attention. “Hey, Ryan, look at this” Zach said grabbing my arm. It was small sign on yellow paper with a headline that read “Models Wanted.” It was for an art class on “drawing human life” and they were looking for 2 to 4 guys and 2 girls to model for the class. They pay was really good, $50 for a three hour session.

“Gotta be nude modeling” one of the other swimmers said.

“Yeah, for sure,” added another.

“Hey, we are practically nude now,” said Thomas, “Let’s all go now and we can just take off these skimpy suits,” That got the guys laughing. Thomas was a senior on the team. Zach and I hung out with him quite a bit, but we were not really close friends.

The subject of modeling passed as we entered the locker room. The hot shower felt awesome, and most of us stayed in the shower for an extra long time, enjoying the feeling of the warm water on our bodies. The guys on the team are all really fit, so it not only was the water hot, but the guys were too. Our showers were the old gang type, not the fancy individual ones the football and basketball team got. Certain things came with revenue sports. I think we were lucky to get water. Every once in a while a guy would get hard in the shower, but not today. While we were feeling more refreshed, our bodies were clearly recovering from the workout.

I put on a dry older suit, T shirt and pulled on my 501’s. Zach changed into surf shorts and a polo. The rest of the guys also got dressed and we all agreed to get breakfast. The girls were going to join us. It was actually only 9 am, the workout started at 4, which was cruel in itself for a Saturday.

“What an awesome day,” I proclaimed as we got out in the sunshine. It was going to be well into the 70’s and there was not a cloud in the sky.

“Man, we gotta enjoy this,” Thomas added to my comment.

Over breakfast at the dining hall, we conjured up a plan to go hang out on the rocks down by the river. The rocks was a top sunning spot for the students at school. It was the place to go on nice days. Once we sufficiently convinced we had eaten every egg and pancake in the cafeteria, we agreed to meet in front of the library for the walk to the river. It was all comer, so if you wanted to go, be there at 11.

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Thomas, Zach, Jeff, Sebastian and I showed up, along with Amy, Marilee (Thomas’s girlfriend) and Katie. We were all changed into shorts and T shirts, old shoes, and had a bag with towels, snacks, drinks and crap. Under my shorts I had on this really sweet Tyr suit that looked like a tie dye design (wild prints were really in style then), and I had a back up suit in my bag (not sure why, but I always took an extra). The other guys had board shorts or swim shorts on (the kind that looked like gym shorts, but had strings and those awful mesh liners). Zach had on board shorts, but I know he had on a back and gold Arena brief under.

The rocks were crowded. We worked our way out into the middle of the river and found a huge open space and spread ourselves out. I quickly lost the shorts, revealing my suit, as did Zach. We all sprawled out and started soaking up the sun. It was really awesome,. There were a few other guys in brief suits, but not many.

“Cute suit,” Marilee said to me. “Love the colors!”

“Thanks, it is one of my favorites,” I replied. I loved the way the suit fit on me, and looked. It was a bit more brief than most of my suits, which I also really liked.

“You guys should have worn your Speedos” Marilee said to the others.

As we laid there, kind of dozing, Zach looked over at me. “Hey, seriously, what about checking out that modeling thing?” he asked. I could tell he was serious.

“Well, maybe” I replied.

“I mean it is kind of good money, and it can’t be anything too crazy” he added.

“You’ve been thinking about this” I replied.

“Yeah, a little bit since we saw it, what can it hurt?”

I had to admit, the thought of modeling was making me a bit excited, and unlike after our workout, this time it was showing. I rolled on my side and faced Zach. “Yeah, okay, I’m in if you are.”

“Cool, I wrote the number down after we got dressed. We can call it Monday. It is some professor in the art school.”

“Plus, you’d be hot as a male model, “ I added, laughing. Zach blushed. With that I got up and stood in the water. It was only up to my shins, but I splashed it all over me, more out of need than because I was hot.

To be continued….

[Lap Counter]

Woo Hoo! A fine start to a new story.

[Crail]

STS, you are a wonderful story teller; and this one is a great addition to your "library". Can't find an icon for applause; so this will have to do :D

[solarguy]

Wow!! You've really got a great writing ability. Always love when I see a new story here from you!! Thanks again! Can't wait for the rest of the story.

[SwimTeamSpeedo]

After practice on Tuesday, Zach and I were set to meet the art professor. We all got out of the pool and headed for the locker room. The locker room was a mad house after the morning practice, since lots of the guys had 8 am classes, and we finished at 7:30. Those of us with later classes usually deferred to them, it was an unwritten courtesy. So, the rest of us would hang around for fifteen minutes or so, still in our suits and talk, banter, or do whatever guys do. On this day we stopped by the bulletin board.

“Any of you guys going to do this?” Thomas asked, pointing to the models wanted sign.

“Ryan and I are thinking about it,” Zach replied. “We go see the guy as soon as we get dressed. I called him yesterday.”

A little teasing came from the other guys, but Thomas said nothing. As we started to change in the locker room, Thomas asked if he could come with us. “I’m kind of interested in doing it, too” he said, standing there with not a thing on, towel in hand.

“Go just like that and you will be hired in a second” Zach said back in jest. I chucked to myself.

All dressed, we grabbed coffee and breakfast on the way to the art building. I had actually never been in the art building. We showed our id’s at the guard desk and then asked where we could find the professor.

“Hi, I’m Zach” Zach announced as we met the professor. He was older (at least to us) with greying hair. Pretty fit, but not great. Certainly not a Speedo fit guy. “This is Ryan, and Thomas asked if he could come along, too. Hope you don’t mind, but he was interested as well.

“Not at all,” the prof replied. “I actually need three or four guys and three or four girls. It’s funny, easy to get the guys but the girls are harder to get.”

The deal was this. He needed to have male and female models for his senior level art class on drawing the human body. The problem is the school prohibits nude models, so he explained. So, he looks for models who are willing to model in “as close to naked” as he can get. “We kind of stretch the rules as much as we can,” the prof added.

“I’d really like to get some guys off the swim team, because you are used to being in really tiny swimsuits” he observed. “Which is why I got someone to put up the poster at the pool.” He said the models last year wore running shorts, “which were okay, but ….” he trailed off, shrugging his shoulders. “Plus you guys are really lean and muscular, which makes the drawing more interesting.”

He had only two rules, first was we had to wear a solid color, and white or skin tone was most preferred. “The briefer the better,” he added. “The more of your body you are willing to show while staying in the rules, the better.” As he explained the rules, as long as it was still technically a swim suit we were okay. “If you can wear it at the beach, it is probably okay, but no thongs.”

“If you have to buy something, let me know and I will pay for it,” he offered. I immediately took note of that. He handed us a catalogue from International Male and said they have some good stuff if we were interested. “Just let me know and I will place the order, but we got to do it soon. Of course, you guys probably have lots of swimsuits you can use. Some of the stuff in here is more brief than even what you wear for swimming,” the prof added.

The sessions were three hours long, with one break. There would be four of them, of which we had to be at three. One was just guys, the second was just ladies, the third was guys and ladies together (“that’s the hardest for the guys” he laughed), and the last was whatever the artists needed to finish up. “That one is usually close up stuff,” he added. The first session was in two weeks. Then they occur two per week over the next two. It sounded really hot. In fact, I was getting excited right there.

We were hired. Thomas even got Marilee a job, if she was interested. We shook hands and left, I tucked his catalogue in my books.

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“Wow, some of this stuff is really hot,” I said to Zach that night just before bed as I paged through the catalogue. I had never heard of International Male, so it was all new to me. Just looking at the pictures got me aroused, really bad.

“Dude, don’t get too excited,” Zach said, noticing how bulged my shorts were.

“Look at these, though. I didn’t even realize that they made suits like this.”

“Would you wear that to the beach?’ Zach asked pointing at one of the really minimal suits that made your stuff point right out. “I mean that’s really out there.”

“Yeah, maybe not, but in the right place, be kind of fun,” I said smiling. “I mean imagine being on a secluded beach with a hot girl (remember that Zach is straight) or whomever… that would be awesome.”

“Dude, now your getting me hard” Zach laughed.

Zach was going with his blue Speedo for the modeling. “I know it is not the right color, but it works” he said. I picked out this really hot white suit that had just a few stripes on the side. I don’t recall the brand, but it was one I had never heard of at the time. It was not too erotic, but it did have really narrow sides, far narrower than I had worn before.

“He said show off as much as you can” I said to Zach as I showed it to him. “You should get one, too,” I added. “You’d look really awesome, make all those girl artists horny. Maybe even some guys”

“Maybe….” he said as he turned off his light. “Lets get to sleep. Practice comes way early…”

“Yeah..” I said, as I laid in bed, still very much aroused by the catalogue and excited to get my new suit. My right hand gently rubbing my aroused state. I closed my eyes, but sleep was not yet in my mind. It was going to be a wild and wet night.

To be continued....

[sebbie]

...But it needs some photos of the catalog pages so that the reader can get a better feel for what the two of you were looking at....


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[a speedo minded guy]

Another great and genuine beginning of a another great series. Please keep up the great work.

[NJHunkguy]

Thanks! Looking forward for the continuation ...

[SwimTeamSpeedo]

Our first week had arrived. While class normally met during the week, these were special session and they were on Saturday. Our swim practices were very early and then a second one late afternoon at 4pm. One of the guys was on the cross country team, which was not yet in practice, but the guy asked if we could start after 11 so he could get his running in before. The art professor agreed so the sessions would start at 1 and go right to 4. We would stop thirty minutes early, just enough time to get changed and to swim practice. We all arrived at 12:30, time to get changed and set up. Zach, Tomas and I had not met the fourth guy, the runner.

“Hey guys,” a tall lean blonde guy said as he arrived at the classroom. He was really handsome. I immediately thought that if this was what the guys in the class were gonna look like, this was going to be lots of fun. “I’m Alan, I guess we are the show today.” Whoa. This guy wasn’t in the class, he was one of us. He was wearing running shorts, really awesome short running shorts. The kind that had an open split seam all the way up the side, and a running shirt with no sleeves.

“Yeah, looks like that. The prof isn’t here yet. I’m Ryan and this is Zach and Thomas.” It was just the guys this week, so the ladies were not with us. Zach was wearing his standard cargo shorts and polo. Thomas and I both has on board shorts and T shirts. Zach had on his modeling suit under. I was not sure about Thomas, and I had mine in a small gym bag.

“You guys do look like swimmers” Alan said. “Kick ass bodies and all, unlike my wimpy runner body” He laughed as he said it. Really cute smile. Alan was far from wimpy.

The prof arrived and opened up a classroom for us to use to change. Alan slid off his shorts and shirt. He had nothing on under the shorts, and as he stood there taking off the running shirt, he gave all of us a full display. He was incredibly lean, not a single ounce of fat on his body. Not really “stacked” but you could tell he was really fit. He had really short blonde hair, awesome blue eyes, and his legs were absolutely amazing. Incredibly strong, and every muscle and tendon in his legs seemed to show themselves. He was tall, over 6 feet, and his inseam must have been a 36. He had the cutest smile, too, but I already said that.

“So, what are you guys wearing for this?” Alan asked, standing there totally naked. It was then that I noticed he had a great tan, but no tan line. “Last year we wore running shorts, but it was all guys on my team. With you guys being swimmers, this year I might wear less. I brought a couple of different things”

“I think we are all wearing swim suits,” answered Zach. “You know, like the ones we wear on the team.” I wanted to agree, but I think I was still frozen, mesmerized by Alan’s body. He was not necessarily the hottest guy I had ever seen, but somehow he was capturing all of my attention. And I do mean all. There was no way I was going to be able to get into my suit…at least not easily.

“This is what I am doing,” Thomas chimed in, standing there in a solid red Tyr suit. “It’s probably too bright a color, but it is the only solid one I had.” It had SHS Raiders embroidered on the right front, which was his high school team. I could only imagine what they all looked like in those red suits. The school colors were red and white, which made me wonder if they wore white suits as well.

“That looks awesome” Alan replied. “You look great.”

“I’m wearing a blue Speedo” noted Zach as he slid off his shorts and revealed the suit he had on.

“That’s really cute, too” said Alan. “ Damn you guys are all hot.”

Kind of an interesting statement coming from a guy to another, I thought. I was slipping on my suit, trying to adjust myself into it, which was proving to be a bit difficult given my state of mind after watching Alan. I tied the strings and used my hand to try to position myself into a more comfortable place. I was showing, my anatomy pushed toward my right side, and it was well over to my side seam. Way bigger than my normal state.

“Calm down,” I said to myself as I stood there in a really tight and tiny white suit with the stripes on the side. I don’t know if I was aroused because of what I saw or because of how small and revealing the suit felt on me. It was the smallest suit I had ever worn. I think both. “F--k, you need to get control” I mumbled in my head. I was only getting harder.

“Holy crap, that’s a really tiny suit” Alan said as he eyed me up and down. “Look like you barely fit in there.” His interest wasn’t making my situation any easier. “You look amazing.”

“Thanks,” I replied. I held my hand kind of in front somewhat concealing my bulging suit.

“I went and bought this,” he said as he held up a solid black suit. “I’ve never worn one of these before. Just got it last night. I have to admit I am kind of nervous.”

“You’ll really like how they feel on,” I replied, finally getting my mind diverted. I wasn’t getting softer, but at least it was not going the other way.

Alan slipped the suit on, and then reached inside and positioned himself. He looked over at me. “I see you wear yours to one side, is that the best way?”

“You are new at this,” I said back with a smile. I wanted to offer to help him find the right position, literally, but I held back the temptation. “It’s really how you feel most comfortable. I like to be up but this suit is smaller than my others so I had to go sideways. Some guys go down,”

Alan spent several minutes figuring it out. I think part of it was that he was having the new guy in swim brief issue. The fit is so tight and snug, his body just responded the way a guy would. At any rate, once he was all set he looked sensational. He didn’t have the six pack abs that Zach was sporting. Alan’s abdomen was smooth, but tight. His chest was clean of hair and had the smoothest skin, and his package was well proportioned to his body and looked great in that black little suit. He chose to be also positioned up.

“Everyone ready?” Zach asked. We all agreed and Zach opened the door. “Let’s go do this.”

We headed out the door to find the classroom. Four guys in just our little suits, but not at a pool. Instead in an art classroom building. I felt kind of self conscious. Not so much at the fact that we were out of place for how we were dressed, but also because my suit was so small and tiny. The sides were probably an inch wide. I had worn really tight, so called paper suits for swim meets that were pretty tiny, but this was even smaller. Of course, my fantasies over Alan made the suit tighter. As we walked out, Zach slipped back beside me.

“Be careful, cowboy,” Zach said quietly to me. “You look like your getting a little excited there. Looks like you want to have your run of the runner”

“Yeah, but Ill be fine” I replied, smirking. Zach knew me so well. “Once we get going….” I trailed off, as we arrived at the classroom door.

To be continued... let me know what you think.....

[sebbie]

Great story, STS

Sebbie

[SwimTeamSpeedo]

looks like this story was a dud.... so I'll drop it.

[a speedo minded guy]

Sorry STS, I have been away for a while. Please do not stop. I have always enjoyed them and am very interested to see what happened.

[Swimmboy]

Great story - reading your work is so much fun!

[NJHunkguy]

looks like this story was a dud.... so I'll drop it.
Why?

Here is another story from Dave Evan's web site for ages, which never gets a chance to finish... Left people hanging...!
http://www.aussiegayguy.com/speedo/no-adventure-today/

[lala]

sts, please continue the story.

[SwimTeamSpeedo]

When we entered the art class, all eyes were on us, and everyone fell silent. The classroom was big, kind of disorganized, with lots of art clutter around. Eight students were in the class, five girls and three guys. They were divided into four pairs of two. Each had an easel with a large canvas on it. In front of each pair was either a stool, chair, or a platform. There was one pair of just ladies, then the rest were mixed. No pairs of only guys. Being clad in only a brief swimsuit never really bothers me, but I have to admit it felt kind of awkward standing there as we were. I looked over at Alan and smiled. He smirked back, but it was obvious he felt very out of place. He had put his hands right over his front, the traditional fig leaf pose. I don’t think any of us thought about the fact that all we had was what we were wearing, no shorts, no towels.

“Okay class, as you know we start our human models segment.” the prof started. “We have four handsome young men here who have agreed to model for us, and as you can see they have all agreed to do so wearing swimwear.” He then asked each of us to step out front and introduce ourselves, our year, major and a little background. As we made our introductions, I watched a couple of the girls really liked Zach, they could not stop checking him out, even as the rest of us introduced ourselves. For me, my eyes were on this one really cute artist guy, who had the most awesome curly blonde hair. He was probably 5’10”, a little overweight, but he had this great smile that just made me melt. He was wearing a crazy T shirt and basketball type shorts, with sandals and no socks. As I introduced myself, I looked right at him the whole time. Afterwards, he smiled and gave me a thumbs up sign.

“Hot damn,” I thought, “we might have a connection here.”

We each took a card and when we flipped it over it had a number 1 through 4. The number corresponded to which pair you were assigned. I did not get the pair with the cute guy. “Oh well,” I thought. I was paired with a guy and girl. Zach got the two ladies, Alan got the double guys, and Thomas an I were the mixed pairs. Sounds like a Tennis match. The cool part for Zach was the girl who kept checking him out was one of his two.

I was not sure what the whole posing thing would be like, but figured we would sit on stools the whole time. Not quite that way. Each pair had a different idea. My table actually had me on the stool, legs spread open a bit, body off to one side and my head turned to face them. One hand on my leg, landing between my knee and crotch, and they even had the detail that my hand would be open on my leg,. Zach sat with one crossed leg and both his hands held the shin of the crossed leg. Alan was standing in a very affirmative stance, legs spread shoulder width, arms bent with his hands on his waist. Thomas also stood, but one foot up on a small stool, sideways, which really showed off his bulge.

For Zach, the girl who really liked him came up to him and was positioning his hands, shoulder, etc. Her hands all over him as she adjusted him in various ways. He smiled at me as she did this. I don’t really think she needed to make the adjustments as much as she wanted to feel him. I think Zach was enjoying the attention. He wasn’t getting hard or anything, he just had that look.

We had to hold our poses in 20 minute intervals after which we got a five minute break. From the way I was sitting, I could see both the cute guy at the other group and Zach. I really liked watching both of them. I could also see what the other artists were drawing, which was interesting how each interpreted the situation different. Zach’s pose was really hot looking. You could see the inside of his legs, and his entire bulge was fully displayed. His abs were tight. Zach smiled at me, kind of a isn’t this weird sort of expression. I love watching Zach’s expressions, he quietly shows what he is thinking in his eyes and his smiles. He really turns me on when he does that.

The cute hot guy kept looking over at me. We made eye contact a few times, and he just gave me a nice smile. He hadn’t really started drawing much, and was well behind the other person. Twenty minutes seemed like forever, especially having to sit still the whole time. I had to stop watching Zach and the guy because it was starting to have an effect on me that I really did not want to have happen, especially not in as small a suit as I had on. The bell went off, thankfully, and I stood up to stretch my legs. I did a full body stretch, getting the kinks out.

“Wow, no that’s a hot pose” I heard a voice say as I had my arms above my head and my body stretched sideways. I looked forward and the cute guy was standing right in front of me.

“Just getting the kinks out,” I replied.

“You have a great body,” he replied. “I can tell you are a great swimmer.”

“Thanks,” I replied with a smile.

“Ted,” he said as he extended his hand, “great to meet you. Maybe we can grab lunch or something after this is over.” I wasn’t really ready for such a quick hit and he caught me off guard.

“Hate to say this,” I replied, “but from here I go right to swimming.”

“Well at least you are dressed for it” Ted replied, not missing a beat. “That’s a hot suit, by the way.”

I smiled, feeling a little turned on by his attention. His eyes kept checking me out and I could feel the sensation of my arousing state pressing inside that tiny suit.

“Thanks,” I replied. “It’s a bit smaller than I usually wear, I feel kind of naked” I added, realizing it was probably more than I should have said.

“Well, you have the body to pull it off,” he smiled. That about sent me to full throttle.

“Hey, I need to tale a quick break” I said, turning sideways, to start to head out the door.

“Let’s chat after class,” Ted replied, “maybe set up some time to hang out and get to know each other”

“I’d like that” I replied.

To be continued….

[Swimmboy]

Damn - this just gets hotter and hotter! Thanks for adding a new chapter!

[georgemon82]

Wow, you really got some writing skills man. Your whole story took me in dreams; I never thought that male models to that much. This must be necessary for them to stay in the industry, thanks for sharing this experience.
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[NJHunkguy]

Intriguing story...

[a speedo minded guy]

STS, another well done piece of the story. You defiantely have a great writing hand. Please continue the great work!!

[solarguy]

This is a great story!! Thanks for continuing with it!

[SwimTeamSpeedo]

Writer's note: This is a bit more graphic. Reader discretion is advised.


“Dude, she really likes you” Thomas was saying to Zach as I entered the break room, which was also the room we changed in.

“Yeah, I know. She’s really cute, too,” Zach replied. Zach had a thing for red headed girls, which this one was. She was petite, and as girls go pretty hot, I guess. She certainly captured Zach’s attention, as soon as I saw her I knew she would. He had that lusty look. I knew him too well, he was as excited about her as I had ever seen him.

“She did get all over you” Alan added in. Alan gave me a big smile as I walked over. Eyes up and down.

“Yeah, for a second I though she was going to try to do me right there” Zach said, chuckling. Probably dreaming, hopeful.

“Maybe she just wants to see you respond,” Thomas said back, “you know, make you get all hard and stuff. Make you show her what you got”

“That won’t .happen,” I said, “Zach never gets hard in his swimsuits”

“Eat me,” Zach replied back with a smirk directed to me. Always a way with words. I smiled back. He knew I probably would.

Zach always has had amazing self control. Even if he spots the hottest girl and wants to have wild passionate sex, he can stay in total control of himself. As you know, Zach is my best friend since we were kids. Even as we were going through our teen years, Zach always seemed on top of himself, unlike me, who could pop at the mere thought. So, what happened in the second part of our model session was very much a surprise for both of us.

Break time was over and we went back to our stations. I resumed my pose, although I had to be reminded of exactly how to position my torso. “Perfect” said one of the artists when I got it right. I looked over at Alan, and he was all set as well. James was in place, too.

The young lady who clearly was hot for Zach was all over him again. She adjusted his arms, slid his legs a little more apart. Zach was just taking it, smiling at her as she told him what to change, or even did it for him. I was amazed at him. Zach was very much straight, very much into girls, and at break he said he thought she was very cute. “I think she wants to lay me right there in the room” Zach had said, describing her forwardness. Despite all that, he was perfectly fine and in control. If the roles were changed and it was Ted and me, I’d have long had to take a cold shower.

At least I thought Zach was not the least bit turned on by her attention. Zach was anything but not turned on, as he felt the arousal begin as she positioned him perfectly. As much as Zach tried to not think about it, and maintain his usual state of control, he was rapidly losing the battle. He looked down to see that his bulge was beginning to really stick out. On the good side, Zach had positioned down, so instead of showing a growing rod that would want to pop out of the top of his suit, he was starting to sport a very big bump, as his hardening anatomy was pushing out and down between his legs. From a distance, I really could not see what Zach was feeling, at least not yet. Plus I was more interested in watching Ted, as he smiled at me every time my eyes wandered over. He had me turned on in my own way.

It had been quite a while since Zach had a girl, let alone a girlfriend. With the demands of swimming and school, he really did not have time. Not that he wasn’t interested, he was. Just hadn’t worked out. Zach was really interested in Bethany, the girl who could not keep her hands off him. The fact that he was feeling aroused was clearly an indication of his interest. Quickly he focused on other things and started to ease.

Zach calmed down and was finally in position. Bethany was back at her easel. Zach let his thoughts wander as he started to day dream. Twenty minutes of staying in the same position was not easy and it was a really long time. Zach’s mind wandered off to the beach. It was Bethany and he. They were laying out in the sun together. She had on a red two piece and he in his solid blue suit, the one he had on now. If Zach realized what he was doing to himself, he didn’t let it stop his thoughts. He later said he just got caught up in the moment.

I looked over and Zach had this “in a trance” look on his face.

As the minutes passed, Zach’s thoughts grew more exciting. They were walking holding hands. The beach was secluded. Bethany took Zach into her arms and they hugged, ankle deep in the surf. A long, close hug, He could feel her leg touching him as they swayed there arm in arm. Her hand caressed his butt as she pulled him into her. He was rock hard and enjoying it. She was enjoying the feel of him, too She gently rubbed against him. He was pressing into her, enjoying the way it made him feel. Zach was well drifted off into his erotic day dream. While the day dream was an illusion of his mind, his response was very much really happening. Zach was just starting to become aware of it.

“F..k,” Zach thought as quickly snapped from his dream realizing he had made himself bone hard.. “I can’t believe this.” he said in his mind as he felt the pressure of his body pushing against the tight suit. He glanced down and saw that his bulge was huge. He could certainly feel that it was. Zach slid his hand up over his bulge and tried to adjust himself a little, which really only made the situation worse.

“Sorry” he replied when he was reminded to not break position. He quickly went back to his pose. He blushed a bit. Hearing the exchange, I looked over.

“That looked weird” Zach thought, but he had to do something. It was then that we made eye contact and Zach gave me that look he would get when he was really turned on by someone (not just interested, but really aroused turned on). It was then that I also realized that Zach was rock hard in his suit,. Zach was so turned on he could not even move. His dream, along with the arousal he already had, might well have taken him too far. Zach could feel his urges continuing to drive him more erotically aroused. He wasn’t getting softer, it was getting more firm.

“Wow, Zach never gets boners in his suits” I thought. Seeing him that way kind of turned me on. While we best ever friends, he was also an incredibly handsome guy. I also knew that Zach was already feeling the urge even before we started, he had confided that in me on our way over. We were seven or eight minutes into our pose time. A long way to go for Zach, especially since he could not really move or leave. He looked really hot and awfully cute, and if they wanted to draw a guy, they were getting a pretty awesome pose.

“Oh man, please don’t do this” Zach was thinking to himself, but it was not working. He was really turned on, and he felt highly exposed in just that tight little blue Nike suit. At the pool if this happened he would just jump in and it would be over. He caught glances of Bethany, the artist who was turning him on, and she smiled at him. “She knows,” he thought. He was really attracted to her and she was driving him crazy. He wiggled his leg a bit, hoping the movement would ease his state. It didn’t. Further, as he got more aroused, it was starting to bug him that he was tucked the way he was.

The huge bulge had started to pull the leg band open a bit. Not that Bethany or I could see, but Zach could feel that it was happening. He tried to hold on. Seven more minutes left. As his body fought to get straight out , held back only by the lycra suit, he could feel the strain and the pressure it was making on his balls. It wasn’t really a pain, more a sensation. Not the sensation he needed if he was going to stop himself. In a weird way he actually was getting more turned on by his situation and the feel of the tight hold the suit had on him.

I kept a glance over on Zach, watching as he grew more aroused. Zach had never had the experience of losing control in his suit, at least not when he didn’t want to. I was sure he was far past anything he had ever experienced before, but for one time when we were on our high school team and he came close, and was probably just as turned on. Zach knew he was for past that comparison. Probably far past being able to stop himself.

“Man, he looks really hot” I thought, wishing I could sit next to him and help him. I never would, of course. We had our own boundaries.

Zach felt it. The first little bit of moisture. He could feel that a small wet spot had formed between his legs. He could feel that he was very much past the point that he could make himself stop. “Oh man,” he thought, “I hope I can hold on until break.” A bead of sweat had formed on his chest, his body started to heat up from the state he was in. Bethany had her eyes on him, too. He looked so damn amazing, especially the tiny amount of sweat on his chest.

Zach’s eyes met hers. She smiled. His mind flashed back to his dream. He could feel himself press harder. He held tight, but he could feel himself well past the point where he could could stop what was happening. Three minutes left, before break.

To be continued….

[a speedo minded guy]

STS,

All I can say is WOW. This story gets better with each installment. And this one was great. Zach I would think is very uncomfortable and maybe a little more than embarressed. Please continue. I'd love to hear how this story shoots out...lol

[Swimmboy]

So freakin' hot - poor Zach! Hold on, Buddy! If poor Zach loses control, he's going to absolutely soak his little swim suit.....

[I'll be brief]

STS,
Thank you for continuing this great story. I can hardly wait for the next chapter.
I'll be brief

[SwimTeamSpeedo]

As much as I was keeping an eye on Zach, I also was watching Ted. I was not sure how much artwork he was getting done because every time I looked at him his eyes were on me. Every once in a while, He’d wink and give me a thumbs up gesture. He had an incredible smile. I was not too into his basketball type shorts, but he seemed to fit them nicely, and I wondered what he had on underneath. No swimsuit expected, but my mind raced with ideas of what he could be wearing, from nothing at all to hot, tight bikinis. I was guessing nothing, not sure why. While not nearly like Zach, I knew that if let my mind wander I could quickly be in the same excited state. At first I was not sure about my choice to wear such a small little white suit, but now I was feeling pretty darn hot looking. I was really getting into this whole model thing.

Zach’s eyes were closed as he tried to think about other things. The urge was driving him totally wild and all he could think about was how close he was to explosion. “I can’t f..king believe this” he thought. He tried to move his legs slightly to ease the tightness of the suit, but as he did it just gave him more room to fill out. His body wanted to be freed of the hold that the suit had on him. As much as he tried to think other thoughts, he was so aroused his mind kept racing back to Bethany. He could feel her against him, and it just made him more wild. They were embraced. Then, he would quickly snap back.

“Stop it,” he thought. He could feel his body shaking inside as he tried to hold on. He was more sweaty now, and he glistened in the spotlight. Bethany was really turned on by the look. Despite what he thought, she had not really registered that he was rock hard. She certainly checked him out and really liked how well he filled out the suit, but she just thought that was his normal look She had never seen a guy in a tiny swim brief live before, except from a distance or on television sports.

Bethany had checked all the guys out. She knew that Zach had the biggest package, of course in this state he would. She thought that Thomas was next, then me. “I wonder why they all are wearing their suits differently” she thought as she noted the way our bulges looked. Mine was pointed up, Alan wore himself a bit to the side, Zach had a big round bulge that went between his legs, with his anatomy displayed as a ridge over the top of the round bulge. Thomas did the same as Zach , but he was more off to one side so his bump looked lopsided, and she noticed his body didn’t really show as much as Zach’s did. Of course, all this was making her more interested.

“One minute to break” the prof announced, pulling Zach from his thoughts.

“Oh thank God” Zach mumbled to himself, “I think I can hold on.”

“How am I ever going to stand up?” Zach thought to himself. Not just the display, but the sensation worried him. A whole new dilemma and Zach knew there was no way he’d calm down in one minute. What he had not come to terms with was that there was no way he was going to calm down, at all. He was well past that point. Despite what his body was telling him, he held out hope.

The bell rang. “Lets give these guys 15 minutes,” the prof announced.

Zach did not move. He just sat there, frozen. Bethany came up to him and put her hand on his knee. “Oh s..t” Zach thought. She slid her hand on his knee. Zach pulled his legs together to tighten his hold on himself.

“You did awesome” she said. “You’re a really great model.”

“Thanks” Zach replied.

She rubbed her hand all the way up his upper leg, almost hitting his suit. “Go take a break,” she said.

That was about all Zach needed. He could feel that he almost lost it. A surge of moisture came through, but at least he avoided exploding. He slowly stood up as she walked away. He looked down at himself. His bulge looked like he had a grapefruit in there, the outline of his anatomy clearly visible. The tight grip really turned him on as he stood.

“Holy crap, if she rubbed my leg one more time, I was about to unload on her” Zach told me once we got in the break room.

“Dude, your seriously hard” I said.

“Oh crap,” Zach said, “I thought it would go down once I got up, but I am still hard….” his voice trailed. “I can’t stop it,” he added. Alan and Thomas had not yet come is, so it was just the two of us.

Zach sat in a chair bent over, moving his legs rapidly back and forth. “I can’t stop,” he said. Zach felt his body moving rapidly. He leaned back and put his hands on his down between his leg. I went behind him and started to rub his shoulders. “Oh man that feels great” he said. I slid one arm down and rubbed his chest, shocked he let me.

Zach rubbed between his legs. “Oh man.” he said. I could feel him tense up. Zach felt the push as the first surge occurred. “Oh f,,k” he said as his body let loose. I could feel his chest muscles flex with each surge. I slowly stepped back.

Zach sat there for a minute. Alan and Thomas had not yet come in.

“I can’t believe I just did that,” Zach said, sitting there. I could tell he felt awkward.

“Dude, you really needed to,” I said. “Sure looks like Bethany’s got your attention.”

Zach sat there silent, his suit soaked, not sure what to do next. “Guess I need a new suit” he said, “or I got to clean this one up, fast”

Zach never said a word about me rubbing his shoulders and chest. It was not the start of something new in our friendship. The topic never came up again. At swimming practice later that day, Zach did confess that he had never had that happen before, in fact he had never even been that hard in a swimsuit before.

“Oh sure, I‘ve gotten excited and aroused before“, Zach said. “but not like that.”

“In a weird way” Zach added, “It was really erotic in itself.”

The End….

[sebbie]

That's a great story, getting to see a straight guy in a "predicament" like that! THe artists must have all been aware of how everything was developing as well...Psychologically, that is a most interesting place to be, whether you are the one that is growing or if you are one of those just watching it all in detail. Most interesting!

[PSDave]

I have always said that every person - man or woman - in the right circumstances will have a homosexual experience. There has to be genes that make us prefer one to another, but there still has to be enough assigned to gay for us to get along with our own sex socially. If a man puts himself into skimpy clothing for the presumption of modeling with other men, he has to know there is a chance and maybe subconsiously welcomes the possibility of more than modeling. I have had str8 guys that after say they are glad they did it, but not interested again. Social morays have prevented a lot of natural urges from being realized.

[sebbie]

Agree, 100%

[SwimTeamSpeedo]

I think it was the $ 50 cash that lured all of us. Zach wanted to have a wild ride with Bethany.... it is really not rhe deep hidden desire you are making it.

[Crail]

Finally, it was great to catch up with all the great chapters. You are a wonderful story teller; providing the details that give the reader the feeling of being there. Thanks a bunch, STS. Good job.

[sebbie]

I'm endlessly fascinated with the circumstances under which other guys get off, and STS hits all my buttons with these stories. That a suit is usually involved in some way in these stories makes them all the more erotic.

I've often thought that in adolsecence, the vast majority of guys get really interested in the whole issue of whether those around them, male or female, are experiencing much the same thing with their bodies. I think that the vast majority of guys are really interested in exactly what is happening to other guys their age. THis extends right into college, where things really start to get interesting, as guys are often rooming in pairs together, two to a room, and trying to figure out how and when to get off without your roommate wandering in on you becomes a major task. In college, the only socially acceptable place to get off is whith your date on a Friday nite. "Horror" stories used to float around the college dorm of guys walking in unexpectedly to discover their roommates jacking off. I was never in the military, but I hear the same issue appears frequently with military guys espcially in places like ships where quarters are close and erections are happening endlessly. The guys get to be experts at finding ways to jack off without being discovered, sometimes very difficult to do in instances with little privacy.

I've often thought that the differences between being gay versus straight from a psychological perspective are all but trivial, involving just slight differences in the best turn-ons. Straight guys end up getting wildly interested and aroused by the circumstance under which their girl friend or (eventually) wife gets off, and this becomes a lifetime of endless fascination. For gay guys, the endless fascination is with how another guy's body responds when getting into a situation that turns erotic,

Was it the suit, the gilrl or the fact that his body was being scrutinized by all the artists the primary "cause" of the erection? Zach would like to maintain the view that he is turned on by girls and none of this other stuff involving either other guys or inanimate objects like a snug-fitting Speedo, because admitting that in the circles he travels is not considered socially acceptable.

I believe very strongly that there is part of a gay guy inside practically every guy who claims to be straight, and there is at least a small part of a straight guy inside practically every guy who claims to be gay. By this I mean that there are circumstances under which nearly every straight guy could get aroused by the "right" (some would say "wrong" LOL) same-sex experience, just as there could be circumstances involving a member of the opposite sex irrespective of how loudly a gay guy might deny this. It all depends on the specificic elements of the circumstance. Zach's shows this ease with hanging out with a gay guy.

I think it is unfortunate that society often tends to label people in only two categories as either being straight or gay, as this forces a lot of people into claiming that they are something that they are not, at least not entirely. Women often marry men convinced that they will be the only source of sexual pleasure in their lives, and then end up being disgusted to learn that the guy is masturbating in private in the bathroom, ordering sexy underwear on the Internet, or whatever. The reality is that most guys have been getting off by themselseves since they were 11 or 12, find this extremely pleasuable and an important part of their lives for many if not most guys even if they are having regular sex with a woman. Then the woman ends up being devastated upon learning that reality is not quite what their mother described. Then women go into this mode of thinking there must be something wrong with them if the guy is getting sexual pleasure alone, and the situation tends to go down hill from there. That's why married guys often try to be so secret about whatr they are doing when they are alone. Or the single guy who masturbates alone into adulthood is labeled as "sad", "lonely" or whatever derogatory adjective can be applied. Never mind that the single guy may be really enjoying the solo sex without having to deal with any of the issues or problems relationships create.

For (mostly) gay guys, the idea of finally finding another adult guy who is not going to make fun of them for having an erection or ejaculating is a great source of relief. Better still if both guys enjoy the same thing and are turned on by seeing each other enjoy themselves. This is the part that makes for a good story involving Speedos and erections which leads right back to the fascination most guys (not just gay guys) have with other guy's bodies.

All for now!

Sebbie

[NJHunkguy]

Although it was labeled "THE END" ! Seems like the story can go on much further...

[Byron]

I should like to add something to post #28:
I do not believe that males/females dress to attract the opposite sex as we are so often led to believe.
I believe that being handsome/pretty/dressing fashionably, etc. is all done as a matter of one-upmanship/one-womanship in a display of something special in quality and/or cost - and/or some attractive feature, to impress spectators of their OWN sex.