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Don’t Stop: Second Account
Read Part One Here
“Dude! You’re gonna be famous!”
"Oh please," Perci blushed. "Everyone else in the class is going to have their photos on display, too."
"Still, though! Having your stuff shown in the student gallery is awesome. Think about it: your best features, on display to be ogled and admired by eager strangers?"
“Was that an exhibitionism joke?”
“No, more of an exhibitionism tease.”
“To-may-to, to-fuck-yourself, Pat.”
That line had me doing a spittaking and coughing up my iced tea. Never could expect what came out of her mouth during our lunches at the Student Union.
“You all right, birdy? It would kinda suck if you died right now.”
“Nope… not dead yet,” I wheezed.
“Anyway, I’ve been thinking about my theme.”
“For what?”
She raised an eyebrow at me.
"Oh, right! The photography class. Doi! Go on.”
"Well, most of the other students are doing still life. You know, antiques, fruit baskets, all that fancy crap. So, I wanna shake it up and show some actual people in my art!"
"Mhm, mhm."
"And there's a ton of nude art out there: Renaissance, Impressionists, Ancient Greece. So, why not add to it? Snap a few pics of nudists walking around in nature and call it something like Untamed Nature: Species at Their Most Natural."
"Sounds like an excuse to go streaking in the woods."
"I like to think of it more as a study of different anatomies under natural lighting… then again, the two aren't mutually exclusive."
"Of course. Though, I doubt the life art models the school hire would be willing to pose for that."
"Ha! Don't need 'em. A few guys from the kink club already agreed to volunteer."
"Oh, sweet!"
"Yeah, but I want to get as many species as I can: canines, felines, reptiles…" Suddenly, she paused, her lips formed a smirk as her gaze turned lustful.
"Birds…"
My eyes instantly went wide, "Hold up… are you implying… what I think you're implying?"
"You can say 'no,' obviously. I'd get it if you didn't want to expose yourself to a bunch of random art goers. Just figured there's no harm in asking … you know, with the balcony incident and all."
My face lit up like a stop light. Sometimes I forget how that night wasn't a dream. After all, in what reality would I willingly walk out onto the balcony, strip down to my feathers, and pleasure myself under the night sky?
"Or, I don't know, maybe you know someone who might be open to it!" she added. "Anyway, I have a class to get to. Think about it and get back to me, will ya? Later!"
I almost didn't hear her say goodbye with how lost in my thoughts she left me… until a certain tightness in my pants pulled me back to the real world, just as always. Ever since that night, the memory of it would randomly enter my mind and would force me into having to do the hide-the-bump-in-my-pants shuffle until I had the privacy to use a more hands-on solution.
The only reason she knew about that was because her boyfriend Andrew spotted me. Kind of a blessing in disguise it wasn't a cop or a professor. Not only did he swear himself to secrecy (aside from Perci), but he even encouraged me to continue, and watched as I jerked off in front of him. What followed was one of the strongest orgasms I ever had in my life, along with a text from Perci wishing she was there.
I didn't want to fully admit that I was an exhibitionist, comparing myself to those random trench coat flashers that harass women on the street, but I would be lying if I hadn't thought about wanting to be watched again. This was for an art installation though! One set of eyes on my body would be replaced with hundreds, possibly thousands. That's just too big of a leap for anyone... And yet, I couldn't fully push the idea out of my mind.
So about that photo shoot, I typed as I lay in bed after all my classes.
Are you still looking for…
Backspace.
I had a few questions concerning…
Backspacebackspace.
How many people are going to see your…
Backspacebackspacebackspace.
"Ugh!" I groaned at myself. "C'mon! Stop pussyfooting around and just talk to her!"
Despite my pep talk, my thumbs remained immobile, hovering over the keyboard. Looking for inspiration, I scrolled up to a previous text:
Andrew told me abt the balcony FUKKIN HOTTEST THING EVER shouldve invited me birdbutt
Sometimes, on lonely nights like this, I reread that text and relive that crazy night. On this evening in particular, however, that memory wasn't alone. My head was clouded by all the sexy shenanigans Perci and Andrew had gotten into, and how honored I felt to bear witness to it. As I slid a hand into my boxer-briefs, it struck me how many times I've helped enable her exhibitionism kink, and how many times she's gotten off from it. Maybe, one of those nights, she saw a spark ignite in me, the same one that fuels her. This offer she mentioned, it could be her way of returning the favor… and maybe it's time I let her.
Five minutes later, I typed I'll do it! with a white-stained finger and hit send. If I'm going to fly too close to the sun, at the very least, she'll make sure I enjoy the fall.
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Jeez, I didn't think the sun would be this sweltering today. It can't possibly be only sixty-four degrees out right now. Maybe I should start wearing a T-shirt instead of this stuffy hoodie.
"Hey!"
I spotted the familiar poodle in a black-and-white getup from across the parking lot jogging my way.
"Hey!" I shouted back.
"You ready?"
"Yeah, I think so."
"Cool! We're heading out once Andrew gets his car."
"Andrew?"
As if called by name, a white hybrid car pulled up in front of us and rolled down its windows, revealing the mountain goat in the driver seat.
"Whoa! Wait a minute, Andrew is tagging along?"
"Yep!"
"How come? I mean, not that I mind him joining. I-I just thought it would be us two."
"What? It's not like I'm gonna see anything I haven't already," Andrew quipped.
Damn that goat and his flirtatious wit.
"Andrew, behave," Perci chided as she loaded her camera bag into the trunk of his car. "I don't have my license yet, so he's driving."
"You don't know how to drive?"
"I'm gonna get my learner's permit… eventually… Anyway, he's also gonna keep a lookout. The part of the park we're gonna be shooting at is pretty secluded, but it's still a public park, so I'm not taking any chances."
"Oh… good, then."
Butterflies crowded my stomach as we headed off for the nearby state park. Aside from Perci giving Andrew directions and the turned down classic rock from the radio, the ride was silent for the most part. In my head, on the other hand, I was wondering who exactly would see these photos.
I mean, I've already seen most of the kink club naked, so it shouldn't be a problem if they see. But what if my family sees? No, they won't. I've been over this a hundred times already. No one in the family visits you on campus except for Mom and Dad, and that's only to pick you up on the weekends. They don't even leave the car. They just park, wait for me to hop in, and head home. The only other people who see it will be students and staff. But one of them could take pictures of it and post it online! No, that shouldn't be a problem. The only thing my older relatives use the internet for is Facebook, and nudes are banned there. Wait, are they allowed to take pictures in the student gallery? I know some galleries forbid it, but is that one one of them? Fuck, I don't know.
Fortunately, we got there before I talked myself into another ball of stress. Perci was getting out the camera bag whileI was greeted to the sight of a forest clearing to the east of the dirt lot we parked in.
"So, Perci, is this where we're shooting?" I asked.
"Nope. It's about a twenty minute walk to the spot I picked out, so hopefully we should get there before the sun goes down.
She had a point. Due to morning and afternoon classes, five o' clock was the latest we could meet up. We still had an hour or so of daylight, but whether or not it would be enough was anyone's guess.
"I guess we should get going then," I conceded, walking into the wilderness.
"Pat, hold up!" she called out, stopping me in my tracks.
"What?
"Come back!"
"I thought you said you wanted to get there before sundown."
"Yeah, but it won't matter if you're not up for it."
I cocked an eye at her, "Excuse me?"
"All I'm saying is it's okay if you're not mentally ready for this. I already have other models lined up. You do not need to do this if you're not up to it."
"Perci, I said yes. We're already here. Let's just get this over with."
"Dude, really? You were dead silent for the whole car ride and walk here. If you’re having second thoughts about this, it’s like, a thousand times smarter to just say it."
Jeez, am I that fucking obvious?
"...Maybe," I finally spat out, not even able to look her in the eye.
"Pat, be real with me. Did you only agree to this because I wanted you to?"
"No, it's… a part of me really does want to do this."
"But not all of you?"
I grunted, "How do I explain this?... It's like… it's scary, but could still be fun."
"Like a roller coaster?" Andrew interjected.
"Yes! Exactly like a roller coaster! Fun as hell once I got over all those nerves!"
"Hmm," Perci uttered, the gears still turning in her head. "How about this: we head there and take a few candid shots with your clothes still on. If your nerves die down, then you can take off as much clothing as your little birdy heart desires. And if you're still on the fence about it, we'll head home. Simple as that."
"Okay. I can agree to that."
"But I need you to be honest with me. Promise me you'll tell me if it’s ever too much and don't just yes me into photographing you. Got it?"
"Scout's honor.”
"Good, now let's go!"
We made an effort not to dilly dally. The exercise proved to be a nice distraction from the sudden burst of drama in the parking lot.
"So, uh…what kind of candid shots were you thinking?"
"Nothing in particular, honestly. Karate stance, T-pose, funny faces, whatever strikes you in the moment I guess."
Perci kept geeking out about what she learned in photography class while Andrew and I actively listened, asking about the jargon and other unfamiliar topics. Eventually, Perci came to a halt, both in her speech and her gait.
"You guys hear that?"
We had to keep quiet and perk up our heads, but amidst the sounds of nature, we could distinguish the faint rush of a running stream.
"Almost there!" she beamed, dashing ahead.
"Hey!" We collectively yelled, giving chase.
Thankfully, the sprint after her lasted less than half a minute as we reached our destination. With her dashing speed, she hopped clear across the running stream as we scooted to a halt. She turned around with a jump, and declared our trek a success, "Ta-dah!"
It was definitely a sight worth photographing. After tiptoeing across the rocks protruding from the stream, I landed on soil planted red and yellow with fallen leaves. In front of me stood a tree whose wide trunk wore moss so bright green I thought it was glowing at first glance. Its branches stretched outward to one side, curved in a manner not unlike the proscenium arch of a theatre. Large, semi-buried stones speckled the ground amidst the leafy floor, almost as if to act as seats for the stage.
"Wow, how'd you even find this spot?"
"Honestly? Pure luck,” she answered as she fiddled with her camera bag. “The whole class chooses these woods for their environmental pictures. So I gave it a shot and boom! Found this little piece of Eden."
"Oh… we're not going to run into any of them, are we?"
"Relax! That's why I’m here.” Andrew chimed in, still meandering on the other side of the stream. “The trails are on this side of the stream, so if anyone passes by, I’ll see them before they see you."
“Okay, I’m just about ready. Pat, you good? Not nervous at all?”
"Not really," I answered. "But then again, I still have my clothes on."
"Well, let's start with that and see where we go from there." she reasoned before pointing her finger to a blank spot. "I’m gonna need you to stand right there just past that low branch."
Time to get the show on the road.
We got a bunch of different poses: leaning against the tree, hanging from the tree, middle fingers high, even a downward dog pose. Too many to count, to be honest. Eventually, I got the nerve to take my shoes off and kick them behind the tree, letting the mossy earth brush against my talons.
However, as I grabbed the hem of my hoodie and lifted it off, I felt a knot form in my stomach. The snap of Perci's camera sounded less like the flash of film and more like the "tch" of an uppity art snob. Put your shirt back on, tubby! I could hear him say. As much as I wanted to ignore the bastard, I did make a promise to Perci. Guess it just wasn't meant to be.
“Mind if I throw my two cents in?” Andrew piped up, fishing his phone from his pocket. “Whenever we had nude models in life drawing class, we'd let them put music on to help them relax. Maybe that could help here?
Music… it made sense, of course. I've lost count of the times I've used it to alter my state: ambient to help me fall asleep, hardcore punk to help me wake up, dance music to motivate me. But what song, if any, could help me shed my inhibitions?
"IT'S GETTING HOT IN HERE!
SO TAKE OFF ALL YO CLOTHES!
I AM GETTING SO HOT!
I WANNA TAKE MY CLOTHES OFF!"
"Andrew! That’s not helping!" the poodle shouted.
With a shrug and a tap of his phone, the devious goat silenced the music. "Maybe something a little less… on the nose?"
“Please,” both Perci and I sighed.
"Pick your poison, then. I’ve got all sorts of shit on here. Stoner rock, psych rock, prog metal, R&B, synthwave, ocean grunge…"
"Ocean grunge? Do I even… Do I wanna know what the hell that is?"
Wait a minute…
"THAT'S IT!"
Quickly, I pulled out my own phone and opened up the music app. After a few seconds of scrolling, I selected my song, set the volume to max and lay my phone down next to my shoes.
Instantly, the slow and steady stomp of the bass had me tapping my foot as it set the tempo. Soon after, I was bobbing my head as the psychedelic stoner-rock guitar riff joined in. I closed my eyes and let the music flow through me:
“Have you got colour in your cheeks?
Do you ever get that fear that you can't shift the tide,
That sticks around like summat in your teeth?
Are there some aces up your sleeve?
Have you no idea that you're in deep?
I've dreamt about you nearly every night this week.”
Not even through the first verse and losing myself to the music, unconsciously swaying my hips from side to side. By the pre-chorus, the song had tightened its strings around my wrists, and I was but a puppet to the rhythm of the music, lip syncing the falsetto lyrics.
“Do I wanna know?
If this feelin' flows both ways?
Sad to see you go,
Was sorta hopin' that you'd stay
Baby, we both know,
That the nights were mainly made,
For sayin' things that you can't say tomorrow day,"
"Crawling back to you!” I mouthed along with the chorus, with my index finger pointed at the camera girl, clutching my hoodie against my bare chest and rubbing it into feathers like sunscreen. That is, until my chest started to feel uncomfortably hot.
Guess I didn't need it anymore. Balling up, I chucked in a random direction where it ended up landing on a low branch just as the second verse kicked in.
"So have you got the guts?"
Heh, did I? I let my moves speak for themselves, following the words of the song: Stretching my arms wide for "Been wonderin' if your heart's still open," clamping them around my shoulders at "and if so, I wanna know what time it shuts," and crouching down and blowing Perci a kiss along with "Simmer down an' pucker up."
However, amidst my pantomime, it struck me that the song was about halfway over, and I was still just as clothed as I was at the beginning. Camera be damned, I'm dancing for a reason. I brought my hands to my chest, letting them caress my feathers as they traveled downward to the fly of my jeans.
"Do I wanna know?
If this feelin' flows both ways?"
With a snap and a zip, my bottoms were loosened. With each swing of my hips, the hold my jeans had on my hips gave away, exposing the top of my underwear. My heart was beating like a race car's engine, and whether that was from the workout of dancing or the thrill of public stripping, I didn’t know…
Nor did I care…
It wasn't long before gravity took care of the rest and my pants were around my legs. Perfect timing, too. The chorus was coming back in.
"Crawlin' back to you!" I punctuated the chorus yet again, jumping out of my pants and kicking them so hard, they flew off onto another branch.
"Ever thought of callin' when you've had a few?
'Cause I always do."
Now, it was just me and my slowing tenting boxer-briefs. Looking to the others, Perci was biting her lip, gripping her camera like she was afraid I'd stop if she let go. Even Andrew couldn't help but sneak a couple of peeks, eschewing his lookout duties in favor of my sultry moves. Then again, could I blame him?
“Do I wanna know?
If this feelin' flows both ways?”
“Sad to see you go,”
“Was sorta hopin' that you'd stay.”
The outro. It was time to show ‘em what I’m made of. I turned around and stuck my thumbs into the waistline of my underwear. I pulled them down inch by inch, the cotton rubbing against my hardness all the while. The lower they went, the lower I brought my tail as well, making sure my audience had to use their dirty imaginations. I was at full mast by the time my erection slipped out. Instantly, it twitched against the outdoor wind. Fuuuuuuuuuuck, I should’ve agreed to this sooner.
“Baby, we both know,
That the nights were mainly made,
For sayin' things that you can't say tomorrow day."
Just like my pants before, my final piece of clothing went loose against my thighs and fell to the floor. Not ready to end the teasing, I bent down to grab them, and held the pair over my crotch as I turned around, showing my friends almost everything. Their eyes we’re still glued to me, making my manhood shudder again.
“Do I wanna know?
Too busy bein' yours to fall,
Sad to see you go
Ever thought of callin', darlin'?”
I had to stifle a laugh as I remembered how scared I was to do this initially. But just like those coasters, I overcame that fear, or more accurately, I embraced it. After all, there will always be that suspense from climbing that first hill before the drop, but that's part of the thrill, isn't it? Now, however, the high-speed loops or corkscrew turns were replaced with eager eyes and broken taboos. Regardless, the thumping in my chest and my twitching cock pushed me over that hill, fully ready to plunge into exhibitionism.
“Do I wanna know?”
I spun, letting my hands and my tail fly free.
"Do you want me crawlin' back to you?”
Accentuating those final words, I struck my final pose: a side view showcasing both my stiff erection and the curve of my rear. The music played on, but with nothing else left to reveal, I left my stance, brought up the tiny garment still left in my hand and let it go in a mic-drop fashion just as the reverb of the guitar’s final strum rang out.
**FLASH**
A bright light went off in Perci’s hands. “Oh, shit! Sorry, finger slipped. Didn’t mean for it to go off like that.”
After a few seconds of silence, the sound of clapping rang out from across the stream.
“I didn’t know you had that in you!” Andrew piped up.
I giggled, “Honestly, neither did I.”
"You should give burlesque a try. It’s pretty popular at conventions.”
“I'm guessing you're not feeling nervous anymore?" Perci asked, camera reset.
"Heh, what's to be nervous about?" I quipped. "All I did was strip in the middle of a public park where anyone could spot me and report me to the police, specifically for the purpose of having my naked body photographed and displayed for the entire campus to see. Totally an average day as a Limestone River University student, right?"
“I think it depends what major you’re going for,” Andrew countered.
“Hardy har. Anyway, shall we get this show on the road?” I asked, striking a pose. “Miss LaPerna, I’m ready for my close-up.”
She shook her head with a smile on her face before finally bringing the camera reticle to her eye, “Say cheese!”