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What a Guy Won't Do

By: hotwords229



I love Jill Bergman. I have for about two years now. She is in my high school class and we will be graduating in another month. I have never told her that I love her, or much of anything for that matter. An occasional "Hi" or "What's going on?" is the most I had ever been able to say to her. I talked to her in class two months ago when we found out that we shared a birthday, that was our eighteenth and we celebrated with a high five.

One month ago is where my story begins. We were on our Senior Trip, which was about the lamest trip any school has ever put on. We went to camp! We spent three no-so-fun filled days and nights at Camp Totochawka, whose only claim to fame is that one of the "Massacre in the Pines" movies was shot there—I think they said it was part 5; you know the one that sucked the most. Anyway it was at this camp that I experienced a life altering moment. 

Jill had gone in to take a shower, which I was totally aware of, as I have grown accustomed to watching her from afar. She was in what can only be described as a large port-a-john with a showerhead in it. There were several of these showers lined up and we had to wait our turns to get in them. Now along with being the worst diver on the school dive team I am also the worst videographer in my Media class. But I try. I was walking around with one of the school's video cameras taping anything that struck my fancy when I saw Jen Tyler and Martha Jensen laughing hysterically and running around the shower area. These two are a couple of bitches, but they're hot and seemed to be having a good time, so I started shooting them. When they saw me, they called me over and told me to stand in a particular spot and roll the camera. I am a constantly horny guy, so when annoying but cute girls tell me to do something, I do it!

My camera was trained on Jen who was standing in front of the showers. She stopped laughing long enough to look into my camera and said "And now for the classmate most likely to be humiliated . . . Jill Bergman!" And then she jumped out of frame as Martha pulled a rope. To my amazement the port-a-john shower collapsed and revealed Jill Bergman totally nude and covered with soap and water.

Her face was covered with soap and she was obviously caught off guard. It took her a moment to wash her face enough to see; and to give me plenty of time to view her nude front. I was mesmerized, I don't think I even understood what I was seeing at first. I stood there in shock looking through the camera eyepiece at the sight I had dreamt of for years. Many students had been walking by and they all stopped and applauded, whistled, laughed, and pointed at Jill. Cell phones were raised and held toward her grabbing videos of her from every angle.

Jill didn't make a sound, she stood there like a deer in headlights with one arm she covered her top and the other she covered her bottom. I tilted the camera away from my eye and looked at her. Her eyes found me and shocked me more than the moment itself. In her eyes all I saw was fear and confusion. Instead of being aroused all I felt was pity and a need to grab her, cover her and tell her it would be all right. Instead of being the hero I just stood there like a jerk. Mrs. Randolph saw all of this and grabbed Jill carting her off to privacy while the whistles and laughter continued. 

I went back to my bunk and watched the tape again in the camera. I was ashamed of myself for watching it, but I couldn't help it. I needed to see her again. This time I was ready and I paused the tape. 

I looked at her. 

Jill was as amazing as I could ever have hoped. Her breasts were small but perfect. She had dark tiny nipples, her stomach was flat with an oval shaped bellybutton and the perfect V shape that lead to her vagina. She was groomed and tight. The sight of that ill-gotten image burned in me and aroused me like I have never experienced before. I knew it was wrong, but I couldn't help it. Not only was Jill a great person, a talented artist, funny, smart, and kind, but she had a body that could put Playboy out of business.

I stared at the image before me for what seemed like forever, then finally I did the right thing, and I erased it. It almost killed me to do so, but I knew I had to for Jill.

Then I went into the shower and did the other thing I knew I had to do—masturbate! I jerked myself raw.

A little while later Jen and Martha were found out and taken away. Jill's hot naked wet body was the conversation for the rest of the trip. I didn't see her until three days after we got back. I was on my way home when she approached me.

Jill seemed different right away; she wasn't the pleasant and happy girl I had lusted after, but a direct woman on a mission.

"Hey, Mark," she said.

"Hi," I ingeniously replied.

"I know you didn't have anything to do with that joke they played on me, but you were there with a camera. I want to know if it was you that put that video on the Internet?"

"The Internet! No, of course not. I erased the tape completely and made sure it was erased before I returned the camera. I didn't even know it was on the Internet."

"I didn't think it was you. You seem too nice to do that, but I wanted to make sure. It looks like it was taken with a cell phone anyway." She said. 

Jill started to look more like the nice girl I knew now that she had cleared me.

"Look, Jill, I'm sorry that happened to you. You must be pretty upset."

"You have no idea what it's like. Everybody's seen me naked. I mean EVERYBODY! The superintendent wants me to press charges, but I just want it to go away. They were just getting their rocks off tormented me like they have since I was a kid."

"Those 2 are the biggest bitches ever." I said.

She looked at me and smiled "Did you really erase the tape?"

"Of course. When I saw your expression it hurt me, you looked so lost, I just wanted to . . . I don't know help you in some way I guess." I said.

"You're sweet, Mark. But you can't really help me. That can never be taken back. My own brother saw the video for God's sake!"

"Yeah, but still at the end of the day it's just nudity. It's not like you have something nobody saw before, right? It's really not that big of a deal"

I shouldn't have said that!

Jill looked at me with a new expression. "Are you serious? Do you have any idea how humiliating that was. Do you know what it feels like to be violated like that? To know that there is no mystery anymore, that every square inch of my naked body has been seen by over 7300 people and counting online and even though I reported it they still haven't taken it off yet?"

"No, but I mean . . . well don't take this the wrong way, but . . . Jill, you have a great body. When people see it, they like what they see. Nobody is laughing at you; they are kind of worshipping you. I know that sounds stupid but it's true. There isn't a guy in the world who would see your body and not fall in love with it instantly." I said in all sincerity, but again, I should have just shut up!

Her eyes watered up and she turned away. She sobbed a couple of times before I saw my opportunity to be human. I put my arm around her and tried to comfort her. She turned her face into my chest and cried. I rubbed her back and rocked her back and forth. Keep in mind, I'm eighteen and a guy therefore everything in the world arouses me. Even though a girl I genuinely cared about was crying and sad I still couldn't help picture her nude, those perfect breasts were now pressing against me, and her beautiful golden hair smelled wonderful under my nose. I leaned forward and kissed the top of her head. I had a hard-on of course, but was gentleman enough to hold my hip away from her—perhaps I was maturing!

And then she said the words that haunted me for the next 24 hours. 

"I'm so embarrassed and nobody understands." She really broke down then and my soul hurt for her.

She eventually got herself together and thanked me. She thanked me for erasing the tape, for consoling her and even for trying to understand. I felt like the biggest douchebag in the universe. I regretted watching that tape. I was as guilty as everyone else for making her feel like this.

That night instead of jerking off as usual, I simply lay in bed staring up into the dark and I kept replaying that statement over and over in my head—"Nobody understands"

The next day school was ended and we had our final dive meet. Like I said before I sucked at diving, but I signed up for it and had to see it through. We were the worst team in the history of high school diving, but hey somebody has to be dead last!

As I was waiting for my final dive of the year and hopefully ever, I looked out into the spectator bleachers and saw quite a few people. My family was there, a few friends, teachers, etc. etc. but most importantly Jill was there. She was sitting next to her friend Tina. I watched her with the usual amount of love in my eyes and even though she looked happy as usual, I felt that part of her was different. I felt terrible that she had changed especially since it wasn't her choice, but what could I do? Like she said "Nobody understands"

At this point I realize what was about to happen in my story seems inevitable, but it didn't seem that way at the time.

I was next; I stripped down to my Speedo (talk about embarrassing) and climbed the ladder. On the way up all I could hear in my head was Jill saying "Nobody understands" it was on a loop like when you get a song stuck in your head that you can't get out. 

I got to the top and walked to the edge of the springboard. I took my stance, prepared for what I knew would be a terrible dive and jumped. As I fell through the air in what seemed like very slow motion a thought occurred to me. I totally lost focus on my dive and hit the water with clumsiness only a circus clown should be capable of. As the cool water enveloped me and the bubbles covered me in their sizzling sounds I knew what I had to do, not just for Jill, not just for justice, but for understanding, for equality, for the American way of right and wrong. 

As I spun under water in a fetal position I reached down and pulled off my Speedo and dropped it to the bottom of the pool.

I swam to the other side of the pool where the spectators were and with a smoothness I rarely achieve I surfaced and pulled myself out of the water and onto my feet. I stood up completely nude in front of everyone!

I feigned ignorance to my nudity and began walking in front of the crowd. A collective GASP followed by laughter took hold of everyone. I couldn't face my mom, but I did hear her yell "Oh no!" after that I tried not to think of my family. I did however look to the crowd pretending to wonder what all the fuss was. I saw many cell phones pointed at me and realized within minutes my nude body would be all over the Internet and since I was a guy I wouldn't find the same level of sympathy Jill had gotten! Then I saw her; Jill was sitting there with her hands over her mouth and her eyes wide. She was now looking at me the way I had looked at her. I thought of her wet naked body glistening in the morning sun, how perky her boobs were and that wondrous V shape that lead to the thing men desire most of all. 

Jill was now staring at my nude penis swaying in the wind brightly lit by the light of day along with about a hundred other people!

I began to get aroused and realized I couldn't pretend much longer. I started feeling all the eyes staring at me, I heard the laughter, and I started to feel more self-conscious than I had ever begun to imagine. I was getting erect. My penis began to stiffen fast and I felt my balls slap into the sides of my legs as I walked. Somehow that brought me out of this dreamlike state I was in and brought in a harsh reality. I honestly think I began in that moment to understand how Jill felt and how women in general feel when they are treated like an object. I don't want to get overly philosophical, but I began to understand. 

At this point I freaked out a little and "realized" I was naked. I looked down and saw my dick sticking straight up at me. I covered my hard cock with my hands and the laughter of the crowd increased ten-fold. I saw Mrs. Jenkins running toward me with a towel and I ran to her. She wrapped the towel around me and I thanked her. Then I let go and the towel fell off again giving the audience the perfect view of my naked ass they didn't see before, only this time it wasn't on purpose! I was truly embarrassed.

I ran into the locker room and sat on the bench by myself. I listened to the excitement of the crowd die down as the meet continued. I looked down at the tent my boner was making in the towel and realized that at that very moment my penis—my hard throbbing cock--the one only I had seen before (yup, I'm a virgin) was at that very moment going global on the information super highway!

My heart was racing, I was breathing fast, and a multitude of butterflies filled my stomach. My hands were shaking and I finally started to come down from my erotic high. 

I just exposed my nude body to the world!

I sat there with my thoughts (which were all over the place) and finally showered and got dressed. I left before the meet was over. I couldn't face anyone at that moment. I snuck out the door when I thought nobody was looking and started for home.

"Mark!" Jill said running toward me. Her smile was as stunning as ever and her eyes had all the wideness of a child at Christmas. "Was that for me?" she asked.

I started to shake my head no and play it cool, but I couldn't. "You said nobody understands. I wanted to understand."

She leaned forward and kissed me on the lips. My penis immediately rose again and my heart ached for her. 

"You are amazing," she said and boy could I tell she meant it. "I can't believe you did that for me."

"I would do anything for you." I said.

Jill smiled a devilish smile and said "Oh really? Well then, will you show me again?"

"I'll show you mine if you show me yours!" I replied—I'm really clever sometimes!

She took my hand and we headed home; toward the sunset I'd like to add.

What a guy won't do for a beautiful girl!

What a Guy Won't Do Ch. 02



It was one week since I had decided to expose myself to everyone at the swim meet for the sake of understanding Jill Bergman's horror at being displayed in the flesh and I had learned a lot about humiliation. It turns out it is pretty humiliating! 

There were four people at the meet that had video of my wet nude body from four different angles. Or at least I should say four people who posted it on the Internet. Who knows how many private collections there may still be? 

That night after an amazing evening with Jill—no we didn't have sex, but we did make out extensively and it completed my life, at least in that moment. I don't know what it is about that girl, but everything about her electrifies me. 

Anyway, that night I checked the Internet and sure enough, there I was naked as the day I was born, sporting half a boner on every video site there was.

My face almost burned right off my head as I watched. I kept reloading the pages and watched as the number of views multiplied with increasing speed. How do people even know to look for these things? I sat up for hours watching, slowly realizing all the people that were seeing this and knowing that once something is online there is no getting it off. My dick was now in the public domain! My stomach was twisting like a butter churn. I was excited, embarrassed, terrified and aroused. I have to admit I looked pretty damn good. These people, whoever they were, achieved some wonderful lighting with their cell phones.

My mom and sister briefly talked to me about it the next morning and they agreed we wouldn't acknowledge it ever again and we'll just get on with our lives. And that was that. But in actuality that wasn't that—that wasn't that by a long shot. 

There were still three weeks of school to go before graduation and I had to endure every comment you can imagine about every nuance of my body. I secretly got a huge thrill out of knowing that every girl in my school had seen me naked and it seemed the general consensus was I had a good body. But still, it was unnerving. Jill and I talked about it at length and we came to the conclusion that when it happened to her she was a victim, but when it happened to me it was funny. I wondered if any teachers had watched the videos, they must have. I noticed Ms. Jenkins kept looking at me and saying hello a lot more than usual! It was all very strange.

By the end of the week I was a major celebrity. Youtube alone had over 35.000 views and many comments—almost all of them positive and humiliating. There's nothing like having total strangers from all over the world assessing your nude body. 

I became known as The Naked Swimmer.

It was Friday at the end of school when Jill told me she had to go out of town for the weekend to her cousins wedding and I wouldn't see her again until Monday at school. I was in total despair without her and I called work and told them I would be available for all the hours they could give me. I figured if I can't be with Jill and I'm going to be miserable, I might as well do it at work. I worked five hours that night after school and a 15-hour shift on Saturday! Then on Sunday I worked another 6 hours. By the time I got home I was totally spent.

Here's where the story of my life gets real crazy.

I went home and wanted to take a swim. Tired as I was, I also wanted to stay in shape, so I threw my swimsuit on (my recovered Speedo) and dove into the pool. The cool water felt great, but after only six laps I couldn't swim anymore so I climbed out of the pool and lied on the pool chair next to the water. Normally I don't lay out in my Speedo, because I hate the way they look, they are a little too revealing. At a meet or practice it doesn't bother me, but just hanging around I feel too exposed. I know I was just naked in front of the world, but I'm painfully shy and even a little uncomfortable just sitting around without a shirt on. On a typical day by the pool I would wear my board shorts, but I didn't feel like getting up. I threw on some sunblock, I don't have a great tan and I burn easily. I relaxed and closed my eyes.

I immediately felt myself floating away on a comfortable cloud completely unaware that when I woke up my life would be different forever.

** Jen Tyler and Martha Jensen made their way to Mark's back yard. They had heard someone swimming in the pool and were hoping it would be him. They had come with a video camera in hopes of creating a new interview with Mark about how he felt being The Naked Swimmer. Jen was the mastermind behind the whole thing and Martha just went because she had a thing for Mark, or more accurately Mark's body. The two girls had gotten into trouble over the exposure of Jill Bergman incident at Camp Totochawka, but nothing too severe. It was a prank and they were punished accordingly. 

They got to the backyard gate in time to see Mark exit the pool—much to their dismay he wasn't naked! They watched as he applied lotion to his body. Jen quickly turned the camera on and zoomed in as he lathered up.

"What are you doing?" Martha whispered.

"I'm getting some cutaway shots, don't you know anything!" Jen replied.

She continued to tape him as he put his head back and lied still. Martha looked at her. "Now what? I think he's asleep"

Jen stopped taping and opened the gate to the backyard. The girls made their way over to him. They stood there giggling and looking at his wet body. Together they had watched his nude video over and over studying every part of him extensively. Now that body was right here in front of them and they were very pleased. Mark began to snore; he was down for the count. 

"Mark?" Jen said in a loud voice. Mark didn't move.

"Are you asleep?" Martha practically yelled. He didn't move an inch. They both laughed pretty loudly.

"He's out cold," Jen said. She pointed the camera at him and started taping. She trained the camera onto his abs, which rose and fell with every breath. She followed a drop of water as it made its way down his chest over his bumpy stomach and absorbed into his Speedo.

"Look at that bulge!" Jen laughed. "This is Internet gold. Do you realize what we have here? The sequel to The Naked Swimmer! It's the more graphic follow up! And it has to follow the rules of a sequel—BIGGER and BETTER!"

"How?" Martha was confused.

"He's unconscious, we can do anything. We get this video, post it online and see how many hits we get, we'll have to create a fake registration name, of course, but this is awesome!" Jen was down right giddy. "Look at that body! He is so hot. Touch it. I won't film your face. Just touch him. Feel him."

The truth was that Jen hated Jill Bergman. Jill was very attractive, but she was sweet, pure and innocent—all the things Jen wasn't and she would do anything to hurt Jill, she saw getting to know Mark as a way of hurting Jill. 

Getting to know him this well would infuriate Jill and pay her back for getting them in trouble.

Martha thought it over. "Okay, but don't you dare get my face in the shot"

"I won't, hurry!"

Martha kneeled down and carefully put her finger on his chest. She looked for a response from him, but there wasn't one. She put all her fingers on him and slowly caressed his chest. Then she went down onto his stomach. His guts twitched at that. Apparently he was ticklish. Martha hesitated for a moment then went for it. She wrapped her fingers around his dick and carefully rubbed it. Jen laughed to herself, she couldn't believe Martha's boldness, but she loved it. The camera was capturing it all. Mark's dick started to harden as Martha continued to massage it.

"Pull it off!" Jen whispered. "Get him naked!"

Martha needed no further encouragement; she peeled his Speedo down and exposed his fully erect cock to the camera. Martha slowly and carefully worked his Speedo off of him completely. Mark now lay there nude, the two girls hovering over him with a video camera capturing his naked hardness in 1080p digital wonder. Martha took his dick between her index finger and thumb and lifted it towards her at a 90-degree angle. 

"It's beautiful!" She said. She let it go and it sprang back to its natural state pointing toward Mark's head. She lifted one of his balls and Jen focused in on how his skin rolled over the testicle. Then she picked up both balls and kneaded them with her fingers, his penis throbbed and pulsed with his heart beat.

Mark groaned and shifted in his chair. The girls stopped and looked at him, then continued.

"Crank him off, let's see him blow his wad all over himself!" Jen was ecstatic. But they heard a noise that stopped them in their tracks. A car pulled into the driveway. Jen turned the camera off, Martha put the Speedo in her pocket and they ran off quickly jumping the fence on the other side of the pool and making their getaway.

Mark's Mom and sister Cindy had come home with the groceries and unpacked them in the kitchen. As she was doing so she noticed Mark was lying out by the pool. The back of the chair faced the kitchen, but she knew it was Mark and he seemed to be sleeping. She worried that he didn't use sunblock as he was careless to do so and she decided to make sure.

She made her way out to him while all the time looking at her azaleas to see if they needed trimming. When she arrived next to Mark she was shocked. 

She literally stood there looking at him for a full minute not even sure she was seeing what she was seeing. There he was lying asleep on the chair completely nude with his erect penis sticking straight up on his stomach with his hand resting on top of it. If it was anyone but her son she would have found this scene to be very sexy, beautiful even, but this was her son and she didn't know how to feel, it was like her brain shorted out.

"Mark! What are you doing!" She yelled. "Mark! Wake up!"

**I don't know if I was dreaming or not, but I heard my Mom yelling at me from a far off place. I slowly opened my eyes and saw her standing over me with her eyes bugging out looking at me like I was some alien creature. I didn't get it at first.

"What's the matter?" I asked her. I was a little annoyed at being woken up. 

"What the hell are you doing?" She said.

"What?" then it hit me, something was VERY wrong. I felt a strange, yet very familiar feeling in my hand. My dick! I looked down and my hand was on my dick—my naked dick—my naked throbbing dick!

"What the fuck!" I yelled and jumped up. "I'm sorry Mom, I didn't mean to swear," then I realized I was still naked and I covered up with my hands. I looked everywhere for something to cover myself with but I couldn't find anything. I just stood motionless my head looking in every direction for cover—nothing!

"Get inside!" she yelled.

I ran inside as fast as I could. As I ran upstairs I was away from her view so I let go of my penis for balance. Then everything got worse. My older sister Cindy came out of her room. "Was Mom yelling?" she said as she stopped and saw me. Again, I froze and saw her look down right at my dick.

"Aw come on!" was all I could think to say as I ran into my bedroom.

I paced around in a panic, I couldn't figure out what happened and in a lot of ways I wasn't sure THAT it happened, but it did. I kept looking down expecting my Speedo's to reappear, but they didn't. Finally after some serious sitting at the edge of the bed staring at the floor I calmed down and took a shower. It's all I could think to do.

**Cindy walked downstairs. "I just saw Mark's penis again!" she said to her Mother.

"He was outside naked, touching himself by the pool. He must have fallen asleep. I don't even know what to think about that," she told her daughter.

"So what, being The Naked Swimmer wasn't enough, now he wants to be The Naked Stroker?" Cindy asked. "What is he a nudist now?"

"Let's not talk about it. He's embarrassed enough. Boys do things like that. We'll just leave it at that."

They sat there thinking to themselves. Mom wasn't sure how she felt, she was concerned for her son, but the image she saw of a beautiful naked man asleep, innocent and helpless with his manhood throbbing in his hands had a certain quality that she couldn't deny.

Cindy didn't like boys. She was into girls, but the truth is when she saw the video of her brother online she thought he was kind of sexy and she found herself a little aroused. Now that she just saw the full on 3D-close-up-junk-fest, she really wanted to see more.

Hour's later Mark came down from his room. His Mom found humor is his choice of clothes. It was a relatively hot day, but Mark came down wearing jeans, a t-shirt, shoes, a hat and a sweatshirt. She thought that if he could have worn a parka he would have. He went out by the pool and began searching.

**I searched everywhere, I couldn't find my Speedo. I couldn't figure out what the hell was going on, what, did I eat the thing in my sleep? Am I such a perve that I can't control myself in an unconscious state? I mean, I know I'm eighteen, but still I should have some control. I saw my Mom and Sister walk out to me.

"Look I don't want to talk about it. I'm sorry you saw that, but I really don't know how that happened." I told them.

"It's okay, honey. We know what guys do with themselves, but in the future not outside, okay Mark?"

"Mom, I wasn't, I mean I do, but I didn't, I mean . . ." I don't know what I meant.

"It's okay, Mark" Cindy said. "It's not like we haven't all seen it already."

"Thanks, I didn't feel quite embarrassed enough already. But I was wearing my Speedo, so where is it?" I was getting annoyed. I could feel my face burning red again. I felt like if I could take back exposing myself at that swim meet I would. Everything in my life got weird every since then. But then I thought of Jill, how soft she was and how her tongue felt in my mouth, the feeling of her breasts under the fabric of her shirt. I started to get hard again! Man, I am a pervert. Finally, I gave up and decided the best plan was to forget it chock it up to another embarrassing moment in life. 

It had been a long and weird weekend.

**That night Cindy lie in her bed tossing and turning--writhing in fact, her hands finding their way down and touching herself. She was so horny. She couldn't help but think of Mark in his exposed state. She envied him. She wasn't actually turned on by her brother, but she was turned on by his situation. The truth was she really liked the idea of being buck naked in front of people even though she never had been and Mark had achieved this twice, once in front of the whole world! She couldn't take it anymore; she had to see it again.

Cindy got out of bed and turned the computer on. She searched for "The Naked Swimmer" and found the HD version of her brother. She watched as he slipped out of the water and stood guilelessly in front of the spectators. He was so naked, so wet, and so beautiful. She felt her loins burning, she imagined herself in that situation with the water dripping off her breasts and then . . . she noticed something intriguing. 

In the Suggestions Column next to the video she saw one that looked like Mark on their pool chair. The video was titled The Naked Swimmer Part II! 

Cindy clicked the video feeling a little uneasy, but also expecting to see a copycat pervert version of Mark's video. Much to her surprise, shock, horror, sorrow, arousal, embarrassment, and amazement she watched as her brother lie sleeping, with a pair of female hands exploring his body, there was no sound and she couldn't recognize the hands. The Speedo was stripped away and his hard cock sprang free. His balls were played with, his dick was stroked and all while he slept. The video had gotten her so worked up she stripped nude and did herself right there on the floor next to her computer. She imagined those feminine hands ripping all her clothes off and feeling her wet naked body exposing it to the outside air. She climaxed incredibly, then relaxed. When she had calmed down she started to feel guilty and began wondering how to break this to Mark and their Mom.

**I woke up earlier than usual the next morning to voices downstairs. I also realized I had to pee pretty badly so I got up. Naturally, Mr. Spanky woke up before me and was at full power. I only had on my boxers so I checked the hall to make sure it was clear, then I headed to the bathroom. In the past when this happened I would put my bathrobe on, because I was too shy to walk around in my underwear and be seen by anyone, but I guess with recent events I was being a little braver. I leaned forward over the toilet and pushed my dick as far down as it would go, I practically had to do a handstand to keep from peeing on everything! By the time I was finished it started to soften, I flushed, washed my hands and headed back to my bed. On the way back, I heard Jill's voice downstairs she, my Mom, and sister were talking in a serious tone. I knew that couldn't be good, so I quickly threw my sweatpants and T-shirt on and went downstairs. 

When I arrived in the kitchen the three of them were sitting there talking. 

As soon as I walked in they all stopped.

"Did somebody die?" was all I could think to say. Jill looked like she wanted to get up and hug me, but didn't. My Mom looked the same way.

"What are you doing here?" I asked Jill.

"I came over to talk to you before school, but you were asleep. And . . . there's a problem."

"What's wrong?"

"Mark . . ." my Mom, said, " . . . I don't even know how to tell you this. What happened yesterday . . . well . . ."

"What happened yesterday?" was my brilliant response. What could she mean, I wondered? Sometimes I'm not too quick.

"By the pool . . ." she said.

Enter the blushing face! I got very embarrassed by this and quickly looked away. "Mom! I don't want to talk about that!"

"It's not your fault, we found out what happened. It looks like two girls snuck in and did that to you." she said in her "sad for me" voice.

I had no idea what she meant. Did what to me? What? Huh? Who?

"It had to be Jen and Martha. I'll bet you everything I've got!" Jill said with an anger I haven't heard in her voice before.

"What are you guys talking about? I don't get it."

Cindy broke in, "They came in while you were asleep, pulled your suit off and jacked you off by the pool!"

I sat down. Here were the three women in my life—all of whom I love more than I can say, in different ways of course, and they were discussing, yet again, my penis. "How do you know that?" I asked.

"Because they posted it online." Cindy said.

My stomach fell out and I almost puked. My balls shriveled up and a cold sweat broke out on my forehead mixing with the redness of my skin. 

I think I managed to be totally pale and beat red at the same time!

"Look it up, search The Naked Swimmer Part II," Cindy said. 

Why did she sound excited?

I walked over to the family laptop in the kitchen the one my Mom uses and searched. Youtube had already taken it down, thank God, for violation of policy, but there were plenty of other sites that weren't so well patrolled. I played the video and watched as my suit was pulled off my sleeping body. I watched my penis, in close up HD, being manipulated by female hands while my face slept in the background. I looked over at the girls who quickly looked away, but had all clearly been watching it.

I clicked it off and sat there stunned. I think my brain had completely left my body at that point.

"I'm going to call the police and report this. If it was these two girls they are in a lot of trouble." Mom said.

"NO!" I protested. "You can't. If we make a big deal out of this it will become a news story and everyone will know. Geraldo will be chasing me through the school parking lot for an interview. We don't say anything, just let it be absorbed by the Internet and people will forget about it. I'll try to get the websites to take it down, we'll threaten to sue them or something."




What a Guy Won't Do Ch. 02



"It has already been viewed by like a million people. Everyone has seen it." Cindy said. My stomach dropped even further at that and I had to take a deep breath to keep from yaking. 

"Honey, you are the victim of a crime. This is like rape." Mom said.

I needed to think for a minute. I wasn't sure what to do, but in that instant I think I actually became a man for a minute.

"No. It isn't rape. It's not the same for a guy as it is for a girl. It just isn't. It's just a penis," my voice cracked on the word penis, then I tried to recover. "It's not really that bad if you think about it. Guys play with themselves all the time and everyone knows it. It's not the same as if it were a girl, it just isn't."

"But it was against your will. You weren't playing with it, they were!"

"I know, Mom, but it really isn't that big of a deal. It's just skin. I didn't even know it happened. It isn't that much different than the video everybody already saw and it seems like everyone thinks that one's funny. This one is just more . . ." erect, pulsating, throbbing, screaming for release I couldn't finish. My hands were shaking and I was sweating. 

" . . . detailed." I managed to choke out. 

This was beyond embarrassment. 

"Besides, I brought this whole thing on myself." I whispered.

Mom was incredulous "How?"

There was no turning back now, time to fess up. I could barely breath while I was speaking.

"I did it on purpose—when my suit fell off at the meet. I pulled it off on purpose. I stood up naked in front of everyone on purpose. I exposed my nude body, penis, butt, balls the whole thing on purpose!" I sat there out of breath. I just referred to MY balls as balls to my Mom!

I looked up and saw Cindy with her mouth hanging open and a slight grin on her face. Jill was looking down at the table, as she already knew and Mom was sitting there looking stunned.

"Why?" she asked.

"Because of what happened to me, thanks to Jen and Martha. He did it for me." Jill said with love in her voice.

"She was so upset and I felt guilty. She said I didn't know what it was like so I thought that if it happened to me then I would understand and everyone would forget about it happening to her. I'm not ashamed of it, I'm embarrassed, but I'm not ashamed." I once again sat there and waited for a response.

Mom looked at me with respect and love. She couldn't speak, she was proud and I could see it in her eyes. She hugged me. So did Cindy, and then Jill. It felt so good to have Jill in my arms again. Her body pressed against mine and I could feel myself start to harden. Are you serious? I thought to myself, am I really going to get a boner right now! Don't I have any control at all?

I let her go and sat down. "We're going to let this go. So the world can see my erect . . .you know . . . now—so what! I guess there's nothing to be shy about anymore, everyone's seen everything there is. Jen and Martha will get what's coming to them eventually. I'm not going to do anything to them. We'll just get on with our lives. I guess if there's one good thing to come out of this I don't have to wear a towel when I walk from the shower to my bedroom anymore!" I joked.

Jill laughed and Cindy's eyes lit up. What's with her?

"You'll wear a towel." Mom interjected.

So what do we have for breakfast?" I asked.

If there is one thing my family is good at it's pretending everything is fine. We ate breakfast. I knew this wasn't over, but at least it was for the moment.



What a Guy Won't Do Ch. 03



It's amazing to me how quickly people change. After my full frontal nudity fondling video was posted online most people I went to school with dropped it after only the first day back. There were plenty of sideways glances, whistles, texts, Facebook comments, etc. There were even a few people that genuinely wanted to know if I was "doing okay". Some of them were even guys! I was surprised at the response. But by Tuesday it was already old news and life went on as usual.

I managed to get the video removed from most of the sites it was posted on and the ones I couldn't remove were obscure anyway.

Jill and I graduated, I'm happy to say, and continued dating. Unfortunately for me she still wasn't ready to have sex, which I understood and respected. Thankfully, however, our heavy fondling and making out was going nicely. More than once, by the time we finished I had pretty much "glued" my jeans to my leg if you know what I mean, but hey, I'm a guy.

Jill got a job working at a place for children with autism and I continued my horrible job. College was on the horizon for both of us, but there was money to be saved first. 

I maintained my swimming and started getting more serious about working out and eating right. I did make sure that whenever I would lie out by the pool that I didn't fall asleep and that the gate was locked before I went in.

I have no idea what happened to Martha Jensen, I heard that she moved out of state for college and the state is better off without her. Jen Tyler, on the other hand, is a skid-mark on the underwear of life and can't be gotten rid of. Jill and I would often bump into her around town and she always pretended like we were old pals, even though we only graduated a few months ago and we always hated each other. Jen was a stuck up slut that got everything she wanted in life. One time we saw her crossing the street and Jill joked about running her over, but I think somewhere in the back of her mind she actually considered it—that's my girl!

I started making a habit of walking to and from the bathroom in my underwear and I was even caught a few times by my Mom or sister. They never said anything, but it still gave me a weird feeling being seen like that. 

On one occasion my sister Cindy followed me into my room and started talking to me. I tried to be casual but then I started to get embarrassed and a little hard so I had to cover up. I think she knew what was happening, but she didn't say anything. After everything that happened to me, I was still shy as all hell and the more time went by, the more I seemed to revert to my extreme shyness.

This story gets interesting in August so let's jump ahead shall we?

Jill came to dinner one day.

"So I need some ideas for raising money. We are having a friendly competition to raise money for autism awareness. They're putting on a mental health carnival and each place has it's own table. We are trying to figure out what we can do to raise more than the other tables. Bob Rafelson, I think his name is—he's some rich guy and he's agreed to match the table that raises the most money times four. 

"So what are your ideas?" Mom asked.

"Well, that's the problem we don't have any good ideas. We do have access to a dunk booth, but those are lame and they don't raise that much money. I wanted to do something cool, but I can't think of anything." Jill looked down at her food dejected.

"How about a Karaoke contest?" Mom said.

I laughed. "Karaoke? How about something not so old fashioned like square dancing!"

"Don't make fun of me!" She scolded.

"See that's the problem, there's nothing good to do at a carnival. Oh and to make it worse guess who is at one of the tables? Jen Tyler! And you know she'll do something perfect that wins and we'll get thrown in the mud as usual."

"Okay, this just got personal." Cindy said. "We have to beat this chick!"

"So think, what can we do?" Jill begged.

There was nothing but silence, only the sound of forks hitting plates and chewing for a long moment.

Cindy finally spoke up, "The dunk booth isn't a bad idea, you just need someone famous to dunk. Someone that will draw a crowd."

"I called Justin Beiber, but he hasn't called back yet." Jill joked.

Cindy smiled a devilish smile. "What about somebody a little more local. A pseudo-celebrity, someone like, oh say, The Naked Swimmer!"

I flushed. I hadn't heard that name in a few months and I wasn't prepared for it.

"Cindy!" Mom came to my defense.

"What? It's a good idea; it even involves swimming sort of. That first video is still on Youtube and it's close to 126,000 views last I checked."

"How often do you check?" I asked in horror.

"Every now and then. What? You have a cute butt and it's funny. All the girls at work like it. They think you're sexy. They would come and pay to see you get wet. They're always asking me if they can meet you."

"Mom!" I used my only defense.

To my horror my Mom was smiling to herself.

"Tell her to stop! She shouldn't be looking at that!"

"Oh Mark, what's the big deal, she's already seen it. Besides, your butt is pretty cute if I do say so."

The three of them started laughing hysterically. I was red as an apple, but there was nothing I could do. I sat there and shook my head. My Mom touched my arm.

"I'm sorry, honey. I shouldn't laugh."

"No go ahead, it's funny, it's great." This just made them laugh harder. "They aren't going to let you advertise it with anything naked in the title anyway," I added.

"Well, you don't make a Naked Swimmer banner. You just spread the word privately. You can sign autographs for extra money, maybe we can grab a still from the video that doesn't show too much and print them up. Charge $10 for an autograph. This is a good idea, Mark." Cindy was enjoying this idea just a little too much.

Then Jill piped in, "We can keep the pictures low profile and just give them to the people that ask" she said.

I was once again shocked. "So now you're on board with this?" I couldn't believe it.

"If you want to, it's really not a bad idea. And it is for the kids." She flashed that look at me that melts my heart every single time.

I looked over at my Mom for advice.

"Well?" I asked her.

"It is for a good cause, if you're comfortable with it, why not? After all, most people will just be dunking you, they won't know who you are, and if some of them do maybe it will draw more money."

I looked at all of them realizing they didn't know what they were asking me. They clearly didn't appreciate just how shy I really am. In light of past events I don't blame them, but still!

"Anything for you Jill." I gave in.

They all applauded.

A week went by and Jill talked to her supervisor. They had agreed to it. I couldn't believe they went along with this. It was almost like hiring a porn star! But whatever, it's for the kids.

One day when I came home from work Jill was in my sister's room. I pushed the door open to see what they were doing. They were both sitting at the computer and playing my nude swim meet video over and over. It's a strange feeling to walk into your sister's room and see her and your girlfriend looking at a full screen image of your own naked body. They both turned and laughed when I walked into the room.

Cindy looked at me, "Hey you're just in time. What do you think . . . this one . . ."

She clicked a still they had captured showing me looking embarrassed and covering myself while still showing my bare profile.

" . . . or this one . . ."

She opened another one that showed me from the front covering myself but showing some pubes.

" . . .or this one . . ."

She opened another one of when I first came out of the pool. There I was standing straight up body facing the camera with my head turned to the side, my arms at my side water dripping off my shining skin and showing full frontal nudity.

"Come on!" I yelled. "Get that off the screen!"

They both laughed.

"Jill says this one shows too much penis, but I don't think so. I think this will be a BIG seller! Especially if we do this . . ."

She clicked a button and the picture enlarged. She kept it up until my penis filled the screen.

All I could do was sit there and look at my dick filling her computer screen while the two girls looked right at it in front of me laughing.

"I hope you're enjoying this."

"Okay, okay, I think we embarrassed him enough." Jill finally came to my defense and my sister closed the picture. 

"The first one is the one we'll use." I said. "And I'm only doing this because I love you." I told Jill and she smiled. That smile made everything better.

"I love you too. I'm sorry we laughed, but it's just . . . funny."

"I know, I know."

The following night was the carnival and I showed up right on time. I took my position on the tank and nobody came. A lot of people walked past, a few kids gave it a shot—five bucks for three throws. I remained perfectly dry. The real action didn't start until later. That's when my sister's work friends showed up.

There were a lot of whistles and propositions. I smiled and tried not to look bothered. One of them kept commenting on how red my face was and I finally got into the spirit.

"Well, why don't you cool me off then!" I yelled.

She tried several times and eventually succeeded. The water was ice; it nearly took my breath away. The women all cheered.

"Now that's how I like to see him!"

"Look how that shirt clings to his young hard flesh!"

"Yeah, baby flex, show us those muscles"

I climbed back up and they continued. It seemed like every time I just started drying off, I got dunked again. 

"Yeah, keep him wet!"

"Why don't you take your shirt off for us, Swimmer!"

There was much laughter at my expense, but I knew it would be like that. One of them asked if I had a girlfriend and I happily replied that I did and she was the most amazing girl I ever met. There was a collective "AWE" from all the ladies, followed by the sound of the release being hit and I was underwater again!

Once they were out of money, one of them asked "Why don't you come down here and autograph some photos for us?" They all cheered.

Jill pulled out a folder of the photos and they each took one. I was surprised. I had to endure the humiliation of all these women, many of them pretty hot, commenting on a photograph that pretty much showed off my entire body except the part I managed to barely cover. They told me how they enjoyed looking at my "form" many times online. This was rough, but I think my ever-increasing ego saw me through it.

"We just made a fortune, I can't believe it!" Jill jumped up and down. "Oh, I'm so happy."

I smiled and kissed her.

Just then an older woman came over to us.

"Excuse me, those ladies just told me you're The Naked Swimmer?"

I slumped and looked at Jill. She looked back at me and smirked. I regained composure and feigned pride and said, "That's me."

She looked closely at my face and said, "Wow, it is you! I'll be right back."

Jill and I looked at each other and watched the woman scurry off.

About five minutes later she returned with a host of other women, some younger some older but all with devilish smiles.

"We came here to dunk The Naked Swimmer!" one of them exclaimed.

"Step right up and give it a try!" I said starting to get into character, although I didn't really like being called that.

Dollars started being dropped by the handful and some of them had pretty good aim. One time after being dunked, when I came back out of the water, I heard one girl say, "Oh, I was hoping he'd come out naked like in the video." That was followed by many catcalls. My heart started beating quicker at that. The idea that all these women were familiar with my nudity freaked me out and excited me.

I spent the next hour with a bigger and bigger crowd, I was more popular than I ever could have thought. We were making money hand over fist selling balls to throw and pictures. Pretty soon Jill had run out of photos to autograph and the women in the crowd were growing restless. 

One thing I have learned is that when a bunch of women get together they have a tendency to become animals—much more than guys. The requests for my nudity in person grew. The first woman who arrived that started this whole crowd approached me again. She pulled me aside after a quick break.

"You know young man, if you really want to raise money, I know the guy running this carnival. I could get him to let us stay here tonight after close and maybe we can raise the stakes?" She said with a wink.

I laughed very nervously and told her "Ah, no thanks."

I resumed my place over the tank and couldn't get my mind back in the game.

Until I looked up and saw Jen walk over. I motioned to Jill and they saw each other at the same time. I saw them talk to each other, I couldn't hear what they were saying, but Jill seemed upset and Jen was gloating.

The crowd started to thin a little and I took another break. I went over to Jill.

"So what did miss perfect have to say?"

"Well, it looks like her reign will continue. She's raised a lot more than we have. She's running some stupid shell game and people love it. Probably because they can look down her shirt while they play. She sucks."

Oh no, here we go again. Jill had that sad look that I simply can't stand. "How much do we have to raise?"

"About $500 in the next ten minutes." She said.

I looked around for the answer. There's no way.

"There's no way we can do it. Well, we tried I guess. You were great, Mark I really appreciate what you're doing, I know it's rough for you."

My heart broke for her. I wanted to rip the earth in half just for some justice. 

Then it happened. I saw that lady again.

"Excuse me, Mrs.?" I yelled. She smiled and waved and walked over to me.

"How did you do tonight?"

"Not as good as we could. Is that offer still standing to raise the stakes?"

She smiled, "What do you have in mind?"

"A wager. We need to raise $500 before we leave."

"$500? That's a lot of dough Jack!" She said.

"It will be worth it. Try to get as many of those women back here after the place closes and tell them it will be worth their time and bring money!" I said with a wink.

The old lady liked the sound of this. "You got it." She hustled off.

"What are you doing?" Jill asked.

"Something stupid as usual." I took a deep breath; those old butterflies found their home in my stomach again.

Then everything got worse. 

"Honey!" My Mom yelled. I looked over and saw her waving at me. She came over with about fifteen of her friends.

"Oh no, not now!"

She arrived. "How's it going?" she asked

"What are you doing here?" I was horrified.

"I wanted to help out, but we're running really late. Did you raise enough money?"

"No, but I thought of a way that we can, but I can't do it if you're here."

"Why not?" she asked. 

As if to answer her question an announcement came over the loudspeaker.

"Folks we'd like to thank you for coming and helping out with these special causes tonight and the park will be closing so please everyone make your way to the exits. There is, however, a special private fundraiser going on over by the dunk tank, I'm afraid its adults only, and featuring a local Internet celebrity, The Naked Swimmer! So get your wallets out and head on over there. Everyone else please head to the exists and Thank You very much for your kindness and generosity tonight."

My Mom looked at me with wide eyes. "What did you do?" 

"I can't. Just please let me do what I have to. I can't back out now. Just please go home."

"I'm not going anywhere, Mark. I want to know what this is all about."

She looked at Jill and Jill just shrugged. "I don't know."

An enormous crowd gathered around almost entirely made of women. There must have been one hundred people there. Unfortunately one of them was also my sister and all of her friends. Everyone was buzzing asking each other what the story was. I took one last look at my Mom, one glance at my sister, and a long hard look at Jill.

"This is for a good cause." I told my Mother and took my place on the dunk tank. I grabbed the microphone and tried to speak through a very dry mouth. My hands were shaking wildly. I was more nervous than I have ever been in my entire life.

"Hi everyone. We were trying to raise the most money for our charity and we failed. Or I guess I failed. So . . . I had an idea. One that many of you have already suggested."

My voice was cracking and shaking like crazy.

"So here's the deal. We need to raise another $500 tonight. So, I'm going to make you an offer I hope now that it's an offer you can refuse." I looked at my Mother. She had an expression of being very skeptical of what I was about to say, but there was also trust in her eyes.

"I'm auctioning off myself! If we can raise $500 right now, then every time I'm dunked, I'll remove an article of clothing and I'm only wearing three things so that shouldn't take too long!"

There was an audible gasp followed by cheers. My sister's jaw dropped and her friends all laughed and clapped.

"Once I'm naked, and it probably won't be long . . ."

"The water's not that cold!" someone yelled to more laughter.

"Once I'm naked you can take a photo of me and you for twenty dollars."

"Naked?" someone else asked.

"Full frontal." The crowd went wild. The old lady came over and took the microphone. 

"I just want to say, I know many of the police here as well as the mayor and I think they will be happy to look the other way for this special fundraiser."

I didn't even think of that, it was probably my only out. Oh well, looks like this is going to happen.

My Mom then walked over and took the microphone, I was terrified at what she was about to say, but I also secretly hoped she would put an end to this and get me out of here.

"I just want to tell everyone that I am his mother. I love my son and over the years I have seen him grow into a fine young man. He is a man with honor and a sense of right and wrong that astounds me."

She looked at me; "I support you in anything you do. And I have never been more proud of you then in this very moment. I know how hard this is for you."

"But will he get it hard for us?" Some woman yelled—more laughter!

My Mom looked me up and down, "Now let's raise some cash and strip this boy naked!"

My stomach dropped out; I couldn't believe it. I was frozen in that moment; the place erupted in applause, whistles, hoots, and hollers! I stood there helpless as people lined up to drop money into the pot, my sister ran over to help Jill and my Mom count it all. Before the crowd was anywhere near finished donating money Jill smiled and yelled, "We're there! Get up on that tank!"

I took my position, before long I was enveloped in water.

My Shirt came off.

A few throws later I was back in the drink.

My shorts came off. I was left in my white boxers.

I sat on the wooden sitting board and waited, it wouldn't be long. My heart was pounding, I felt dizzy, and I felt like the world was on its side. 

Everyone was screaming and cheering. 

An autistic girl of maybe twenty was up next. I knew this would be it. It was just how this should end. She threw and missed, people cheered her on like she was in the Super Bowl. Second throw a miss. She wound up took aim for her last throw. Hell, even I was starting to root for her. She threw the ball and at first I could swear she missed, but then I heard the release trip. I dropped into the water. 

For a moment, I was alone. There was no glass just a box; nobody could see me underwater. It was quiet but with a muffled roar outside in the world of oxygen. I reached down and pulled my boxers off. I started to push myself up, then hesitated. I had to work up the courage. My head surfaced and the roar of the audience was deafening. I reset the sitting board and put my hands on it. I lifted one leg up on it and looked out. My Mom was covering her mouth trying not to laugh; my sister was wide-eyed and excited for me.




What a Guy Won't Do Ch. 03



And then there was Jill. My beloved Jill. 

Our eyes met and I felt my heart swoon for her and that finally gave me the courage to stand up.

I pushed off with all my might and assumed a standing position with my arms up flexing. The water poured off of me and I looked down at my naked body and saw my penis stiffen immediately. The crowd exploded in applause, I don't think they expected me to come out nude, but that's how I do it apparently! I stood for what seemed like ages with my throbbing cock beating with my heart standing naked in front of a huge crowd of screaming women.

Then I snapped out of my daze as I heard my Mom's voice over the Mic.

"Come on down and take a picture. I want to be the first!" she said waving a twenty. My sister also threw in a twenty and came over to me. They got on either side of me and put their arms around me, both of them looking down at my throbbing penis with huge smiles as the picture was snapped. Jill took her eyes off my dick long enough to mouth the words "We Win!"

What a guy won't do for a beautiful girl.



What a Guy Won't Do Ch. 04



It had been a few weeks since my nude show at the dunking booth. I can tell you that night was one of the most out of body experiences I have ever had. Surrounded by wild women, of all sorts, all admiring my nude body, openly taking photos, and talking about every square inch of me! My own mom and sister posing next to me for a picture while I had an erection! It was absolutely unbelievable. Not to mention, Jill seeing me in that state—her eyes constantly drifting "down there"—guaranteeing my continued state of arousal for the entire evening. 

I'm sure I don't have to tell you that I went home and sexually abused myself to a significant degree that night.

The next morning I went downstairs and my mom and sister applauded when I entered the kitchen.

"Thank you, thank you," I said.

"Well . . . what can we say about that?" my mom said.

"I can't believe it actually happened. I woke up this morning and thought maybe I just dreamed it." I was having a real out of body experience.

"Well, you obviously had fun, I mean you liked it," Cindy replied smirking.

"I wouldn't say that."

"I mean . . . part of you certainly liked it. You were pretty hard!" she laughed and my mom smiled too.

"Let's not talk about that!" I cut her off.

"Just look at this picture!" Cindy continued.

She had already loaded the photo of the three of us onto the computer and there I was with my sister on one side and my mom on the other looking down at my erect cock! 

"I can't believe you wanted that picture! What are you going to do with it?" I asked pleading.

"I don't know," my mom said. "But if all those other women were going to have one, I felt I should have one too. Besides, it was for a good cause, remember!"

I was staring at the photo and the reality of what I had done started to set in. Cindy examined it thoroughly.

"It's very nice. It looks powerful, masculine. It has a very nice arc. You should be proud you have such a nice one."

"I am, I guess. It's just a little weird talking about it with the two of you, having everyone looking at it. I mean . . . that's my penis!"

"I think it's cute!" mom said.

"I'm done. I have to leave now! This is too much. I'm going back to bed."

"This could be our family Christmas card!" mom laughed.

"I'm going to blow this up into poster size and hang it in my office at work!" Cindy teased.

The two of them laughed hysterically. 

My life had taken a very strange turn, my mom and sister were getting awfully accepting of my nudity and it felt weird to me. I am a painfully shy person and this was being as exposed as you can get! But I started to relax a little and realize that penis's are funny apparently.

But once again I am yammering. Let's get to the good part of this story. 

Mom was working late that night and my sister was going to her book club so I invited Jill over to watch a movie. My sister Cindy was waiting for her friend Mary to pick her up so in the meantime she sat with Jill and I.

"So what book are you discussing tonight?" I asked.

"A Summer of Passion, it's a cheesy romance novel, but it was kind of hot," Cindy said.

"Do you like reading those books?" Jill asked.

"Not really they're kind of dumb most of the time, but they can be pretty sexy too. What movie are you guys going to watch?"

"Something with a lot of female nudity!" I chimed in.

"That's pretty much every movie!" Jill said.

"Guys and their boobs! What is the deal with that obsession anyway?" Cindy asked.

"They are so awesome. You really can't understand it unless you're a guy. They are just the most perfect things to look at. I love them!" I was starting to get a little worked up.

Mary arrived. When she walked in her eyes looked right at me.

"Hey, I didn't recognize you with your clothes on!" She laughed.

My face flushed, I am never going to outgrow my embarrassment. I dropped my head. The three girls all laughed at my reaction.

"Hi. I guess you were at the carnival?"

"Yup, I have your picture as my wallpaper," she smiled.

I looked at Jill she was smiling brightly and looking at me.

"Really?"

"Absolutely. You have a great body and I think what you did was very brave . . . both times," she said.

Cindy got up and gathered her things. "He doesn't like talking about it."

"No, it's not that I don't like talking about it, it's just that it's a little . . . compromising."

Mary watched me closely—I suddenly felt like I was naked all over again.

"What did it feel like to be completely nude in front of all those women? Was it terrifying, or exciting?" Mary asked.

"He looked pretty excited to me!" Jill replied.

We all laughed.

"It was exciting, but also terrifying. I don't know. It's a strange feeling that's for sure. It's not something I would want to do again. And I am surprised at how all these women have reacted to it. They're animals!"

"Because it's so sexy. Not just your body, but the reason you did it." Mary added.

Cindy looked at Jill, "That's right, you did it all for a girl. That's what gets women so turned on. You didn't do it for your own sexual gratification, but out of love for your woman."

"That's right," I looked at Jill and smiled. She looked down smiling too. 

We're such a cute couple!

"Well, we have embarrassed him long enough, we better roll or we'll be late," Cindy said. "See you, enjoy your movie."

They left. Jill and I sat on the couch looking through the On Demand choices and they weren't too great. 

"There's nothing on. Five Hundred channels and there's nothing to watch." I said.

"So what do you want to do?" Jill asked through a devilish grin.

"Well we could . . ." I moved in and kissed her. We started making out. Her tongue tasted so good in my mouth. Her lips were so soft, so warm, so wet. I pulled her onto me as I lay back on the couch; my boner was in heaven being crushed by her body as she writhed on top of me.

Then I said something, between kisses, which would change everything for me, although I didn't realize it right then. "Let's go for a swim," I said.

"I don't have a suit," Jill replied.

"I know, that's why I want to go for a swim!"

"I could run home and get one."

"Or you could just take your clothes off and go for a swim now."

Jill stopped kissing me and looked me in the eyes. This time she was the one who was blushing.

She giggled, "I don't know if I'm ready for that."

"Why, we've both seen each other naked. We have the place to ourselves. It could be fun."

I could see she was considering it and I'd have to play this carefully so as not to scare her away.

"It's not like we're going to have sex or anything. It's just swimming . . . maybe a little groping."

She thought for a moment longer.

"I'll go first if you want." I threw that in.

She smiled at me. "I would like to see it again. This time all for myself."

My cock surged at that and she felt it. Her eyes went wide and she kissed me hard then jumped off.

"Okay. Strip."

She stood in front of me in the living room and waited. I suddenly felt panicky again.

"You're definitely going to do it too, right?"

"Maybe. First I want to see you naked, up close, and in good lighting." I undid my shirt and dropped it to the floor. I took my shoes and socks off and threw them across the room. Then I unzipped my jeans and stopped. I laughed a nervous laugh.

"What's the problem? I've already seen it."

"I know, but it's still intimidating."

"This was your idea, Mark."

I dropped my pants to the floor. I looked down and saw my wiener standing up as much as it could against the fabric. There were several spots of pre-cum on my underwear. 

"Sorry. There's sperm everywhere!"

Jill's eyes never left my underwear. "Why, did you already pop off?"

"No. It's just, you know, my pre-lube. I'm a well-oiled kind of guy."

I stuck my fingers in the waistband of my boxers and started to pull them down then stopped.

"I don't know why I'm so nervous."

"Oh come on, you've done this in front of tons of women already!"

"Yeah, but I wasn't in love with any of them."

She walked over to me and slowly pulled my boxers down. My dick sprang up already glistening with man juice. Jill studied it intently. She reached out and ever so carefully—ever so gently—closed her soft fingers around my penis. This sent a surge of energy through my body. 

First contact! At least that I was awake for and from none other than Jill Bergman the woman of my dreams. 

Her other hand went to my balls. She kneaded them with great interest; she seemed astonished at their pliability. I stood there and watched her play with me. The look on her face was priceless. I think she almost forgot I was there and she only saw a penis to play with!

I put my finger under her chin and pulled it up to face me. Her eyes were glowing with excitement. I kissed her. 

She tightened her grip on my erection and pulled me toward the pool. The feeling of being walked by my dick into the outside air was amazing.

She led me right to the edge of the pool and pushed me in. I surfaced and looked up at her. Jill's cheeks were crimson; she was sweating a little. She pulled her T-shirt off in one movement. She had on a black bra. Her stomach was even flatter and harder than I remembered. She pulled her sneakers and socks off, then undid her tight shorts. She slid them down with quite a bit of effort. She had on a thong that almost came down with her shorts they were so tight. My heart was racing; my lungs were so full of air it was hard to breathe. She unclasped her bra and turned away from my gaze. Jill dropped her bra onto the ground, then effortlessly slid her thong off. Her beautiful heart shaped ass appeared before me. Her skin was silken, soft, and beautiful. She stood up and her butt cheeks took shape. Firm, tight, amazing.

Jill turned to face me, but first covered her boobs with one arm and her womanhood with the other. She stood looming over me completely nude and gorgeous covering herself, but showing me enough to make my cock scream!

She hopped into the pool and surfaced next to me. She swam right into me and wrapped her nude slick body against mine. My dick slid up and was squished between her stomach and mine. We made out passionately rubbing our smooth naked bodies together like crazed horny dolphins. 

My hand instinctively went to her breasts. They were so soft, softer than I ever could have imagined. I rubbed my thumb against her hard nipples, then slid my hands around her form. I found her butt and squeezed it, pulling her into me even more: the friction of this on my pounding cock was incredible. 

Jill shoved her tongue into my mouth and I sucked on it. She pulled back a little a grabbed my dick again. The feeling shot through me like a bucket of cold stinging electrical shocks being dumped over my head and soaking down my body making me feet tingle. 

She stroked it. 

For two amateurs we were doing pretty well.

My finger made it's way down past her belly button and lightly caressed her mound. I slipped my finger up and down the front of her and she seemed to respond. I entered her. She gasped. Her rock hard nipples slipped up and down my chest. I was in absolute heaven. I continued fingering her, but then I think she lost her nerve.

"Wait. Wait." She whispered. I stopped and moved my hands back to her breasts. She seemed more comfortable with this so I continued fondling her.

I sank below the water and gently rubbed my lips over her nipples. I took her nipple into my mouth and carefully flicked it with my tongue. The feeling of her skin was so soft, so incredible that it was making me into a madman; I was wild with the need to feel that soft flesh! To have it, touch it, taste it.

Then it all went bad!

Jill grabbed me and pulled me up out of the water.

"What!" I said.

"Shhh!" 

Then it hit me. There were voices in the living room. My sister, Mary and many of her friends had come in and were talking, laughing, setting things down.

"Oh shit!" I whispered.

"What do we do?" Jill was panicked. She quietly jumped out of the pool and put her clothes on over her wet body. I got out and realized my clothes were in the living room! I grabbed Jill.

"Did you drive here?"

"No I walked. Mark, if they see us they'll know what we were doing!"

"It's okay, just go quietly out the side. I'll just say you left early. I'll see you tomorrow," I said.

I kissed her quickly. She tiptoed along the side of the house and away.

Okay, so she was safe, but what was I going to do? There was no way of getting into the house without being seen and there was nothing to cover myself with.

"Why are there clothes all over the floor?" I heard Cindy ask.

There was no time to think so I dove into the pool making a loud splash. When I surfaced Cindy was in the kitchen along with several of her friends. In fact, with her entire book club! They came outside to the pool one by one.

I moved up against the side of the pool facing them so they couldn't see anything.

"Mark, the place was crowded so we decided to come back here to have our meeting. I wanted to do it out here, is that a problem?" she asked.

"Kind of." I sheepishly replied.

"Why? Where's Jill?"

"She left so I decided to go for a swim."

"Isn't he the one!" one Girl asked.

"That's him, the one and only, the Naked Swimmer!" Mary told the girls.

They all howled and whistled at that.

"Can everybody just . . . kind of go out to the front of the house for a minute, please." I asked.

Cindy looked at me, "Why?" Then she looked back at the clothes on the floor. "Are you naked?" she asked.

All the girls stopped and looked at me with surprise.

"A little."

Laughter, excitement, noise, applause, broke out amongst the ladies.

Cindy laughed "Why are you naked!"

"I don't know . . . I was alone . . . I wanted to take a swim, and I thought . . . you know . . ."

Mary moved in closer. "You're really naked?"

I HUGGED the wall of the pool with the front of my body. "Yes, could you not look please."

"Why? Are you embarrassed? How is that possible?" She asked.

"Look how red his face is!" one Hot Girl said.

"Yes, I'm embarrassed."

We all just stayed still for a moment wondering what to do. Nobody moved.

"So let's see it!" a Girl with an amazing rack said. Everybody laughed including me.

"No thanks. I'm not doing anymore shows."

"Hey, you're the one who decided to swim naked, now you must have known there was a possibility of being seen." Mary told me.

"Who was going to see me I'm at my house!"

Cindy looked at me. "You might as well just get it over with, Mark. They aren't going to leave, I know these girls. You've been the talk of the office for weeks now and they really want to see it, I mean you. Plus we've all just finished a romance novel, which is the female version of porn, so we are all already fired up."

"You are a romance novel. I mean you're living it!" another Attractive Girl said. "You stripped naked to prove your love for a woman in public twice. They should write a book about you."

"Yeah, and we want to see what the cover looks like!" Mary added.

I shook my head I was starting to become resigned to the inevitable. 

Mary continued her tease. "What's the matter Mark? Is there a reason you're so shy? Are you maybe a little worked up? Is it standing up right now, Mark? Is your hard cock going to break the surface of the water? Show us your backstroke, it will look like the fin in Jaws!"

"Damn, Mary!" my sister said. "Give the kid a break!" she couldn't help but laugh.

Then the front door opened and this is where my story gets even more humiliating. 

Remember when I said asking Jill to go for a swim would change everything for me? Well here's why—my mom walked in the front door with Barbara, her friend from work and Barbara's daughter Lisa.

"Hey, Mom, come here. Look what we found when we came home!" Cindy yelled and I just looked at her knowing she was once again enjoying my situation.

"What's going on?" mom said, then she saw me in the pool. "What are you doing?"

"Swimming." I replied.

"Naked!" Cindy added.

"Buck naked!" Mary added.

"As a jay bird!" someone else added.

"Nothing but smooth wet skin!" the Girl with the amazing boobs added.

"Why are you naked?" Mom asked.

"I don't know!" was all I could come up with.

Barbara looked at me in the pool and laughed, then she looked at my mom and said "Why Alice, you have the Naked Swimmer swimming naked in your pool!"

Everyone laughed.

Barbara looked at her daughter "Lisa this is the boy I was telling you about."

"Hi." Lisa said.

"How are you?" I pretended this was a normal meeting.

My mom chimed in "Lisa is a photographer, Mark. She wanted to meet you. Barbara was telling her about you and all that's happened lately and she was interested in maybe having you pose for her, for money."

I didn't know what to think about that.

"You know, money for college I mean." She tossed that in as if that made it okay.

"So what, I'm a porn star now?"

"We wouldn't be shooting anything other than the male body; nothing too sexual. I can show you my portfolio and you can see what you think. I was thinking of putting a calendar together like a beefcake calendar to sell and make some money. I have some start up capital, but I need a model. After what I've heard about you, I think if you're interested, it could help us both out. You have a certain celebrity that can help sell the calendars and maybe we can make some money." Lisa told me.

Lisa looked at the other girls "Would you want a calendar with him in it?"

They all said yes, very enthusiastically I might add.

"I can't really think straight right now, especially in this state!"

"Yeah, all the blood isn't running to his head at the moment!" Mary said.

Mom looked at me a little shocked then suppressed a smile. This was all just a little too much for me and I needed release VERY BADLY. 

"Okay, I have to leave now. Since you aren't going to give me any privacy I might as well get this over with." I said. 

I walked to the other side of the pool and climbed the ladder. Catcalls filled the air as my naked shiny butt came out of the water. I climbed out fully and cupped my balls and I covered my hardon best I could, then I turned to face them.

They were all very excited at my boldness. I scanned the crowd and every one of them was looking right at my hands—trying to see through my hands.

I walked past them. I tried to pretend to be angry, but their reaction was too wonderful and I felt so good, I couldn't help but smile. I walked past them and into the doorway of the house. I turned and faced them.

"I guess I'd be interested in seeing your stuff." I said to Lisa.

She enthusiastically replied "I'd be interested in seeing yours!"

Without thinking I released my hands. My hard dick swung out and pointed up at all of them. They reacted as I have found girls will react—like a pack of hungry wolves! They cheered. 

Lisa looked right at it and smiled. "That will certainly do!"

I smiled brightly, I mock bowed and walked slowly upstairs giving them all ample time to take in my nude wet body.

I could hear the rumble of voices downstairs as I walked into my room. I picked up my phone and saw a text from Jill. 

It read: Well?

You won't believe it if I tell you: I texted back.

I put the phone down and started stroking myself hard. It wasn't long before I finally found the release I needed. I shot hot cum all over my chest. Then I walked into the bathroom totally naked with my own baby-batter glistening on my chest. I was almost hoping one of the girls was upstairs to catch me, but no dice—probably for the better—I wasn't thinking clearly and I felt a little too unrestrained like I was a different person. 




What a Guy Won't Do Ch. 04



I showered and washed the animal off of me and slowly returned to my nice shy normal self. Although I went to bed naked that night.

As I lie in bed my thoughts returned to Jill and our time in the pool. I wish we could have spent a lifetime together like that. I almost even forgot about what happened after she left. 

I am so in love with her nothing seems to matter to me but her. I couldn't stop thinking about her soft, wet flesh. I wanted to taste it again. I became hard once more and started stroking myself; I lie there stroking my hard dick thinking—what a guy won't do for a beautiful girl.



What a Guy Won't Do Ch. 05



The morning after my swimming pool exposure I received an e-mail from Lisa—apparently she was very interested in seeing my stuff! She sent me a link to her photography work and I checked it out. To my surprise there were no nude photos. It was all dogs, nature scenes, and wildlife. Almost everything she had was shot outdoors. It was not at all what I expected to see. Was it possible she wanted me to pose in clothing? 

Unlikely. 

Her e-mail said if I liked what I saw to let her know a time we could meet and discuss it. Now that I was no longer aroused/excited/horny and had a good nights sleep, I felt I wasn't interested. I wrote her back saying I would have to think about it, thinking to myself that I had already made my decision.

I went downstairs and saw my Mom washing her breakfast dishes.

"Good Morning," I said.

"Hi, Mark." She said looking up from the sink.

"I'm sorry about last night, I'm sorry you had to see that. I don't know why this keeps happening to me."

"Nothing to be sorry about. I guess you won't be skinny dipping again anytime soon! I am just amazed at the "events" of your life in the past few weeks."

"You're amazed! Try being me!"

She finished the dishes and sat at the table with me.

"It's been a lot for you. I don't know how I would feel in your situation, but I am impressed with how you've conducted yourself."

"That girl Lisa sent me an e-mail."

"Oh? What did she say?"

"She just wanted me to see her work and meet with her."

"Last night she seemed very interested to work with you!" Mom said smiling, "I think you impressed the hell out of her."

"Do you really want me to pose naked for her?"

"No! I don't want you to do anything. I just thought that with your newfound confidence in your body and your need for college money, maybe it would be an idea. But if you're not comfortable then don't do it."

"I told her I'd think about it, but I don't think I'm up to it. The other times were either against my will or at the least unplanned. I don't think I could do it if I knew I had to do it at a particular moment, you know what I mean?"

"I understand." She said touching my hand.

"So you're not going to do it?" Cindy said as she walked into the kitchen, "You wuss!"

"Cindy, give him a break."

"Why? I'd do it if I were him. Everybody's already seen you naked on video, in pictures and in real life so why not get some cash out of it. Your job is never going to get you through college. Why don't you use what you've got."

"It has to be his decision and he's made it. I'm sorry I ever brought Lisa into this. I don't want to push you into anything, Mark, I don't want you to become some kind of weird exhibitionist or pervert or something."

"Well I became a pervert a long time ago!" I said, "but I don't know, maybe I could do it. It's just so bizarre being in that . . . condition . . . in front of people."

"You mean with your hard penis sticking straight up in the air?" Cindy said with a big grin.

My Mom giggled, "Cindy stop!"

I rolled my eyes, "Yes, that's why! I just can't seem to keep it . . . you know . . . down."

"A penis is sexier when it's hard anyway, girls like it stiff—it shows confidence. Even if you don't feel confident your body does and it's the one feeling that a guy can't hide. It's very sexy to see a man with a hard one, it shows vulnerability and strength simultaneously."

"You don't even like guys!" I said opening up a touchy subject, but she took it well.

"I can still admire the body, it's a beautiful thing." She added more quietly.

"Why do we always end up talking about my . . . schwantze in the kitchen? We used to be a normal family!"

"You're the one that whipped it out and set this whole thing in motion, buddy." 

Mom jumped in, "Okay, enough appendage talk for now. Whatever you want to do we support you. Enough said." She smiled.

And that was that—at least for the time being. I talked to Jill about it and she said it was up to me, she didn't see anything wrong with posing nude. Then she shocked the hell out of me when she said that it might be a turn on for her to have other women lust after her boyfriend!

A few days later I e-mailed Lisa and said I would meet with her if she wanted to and we could talk about it. She responded by telling me the calendar idea fell through for reasons she didn't specify, but she had been working on a new idea and she would be in touch if anything came of it. I said 'great' and figured I'd never hear from her again.

Jill and I worked a lot at our separate jobs over the next few weeks, but we spent as much time together as possible. When we were together I tried to restart where we left off in the pool, but Jill told me she thought maybe we were going too fast. So I kind of backed off a little and accepted that I had a girlfriend that maybe didn't have the same sex drive I did and that's how it is going to be. 

Honestly though, and I realize I am betraying my manliness by saying this, but I would love Jill and want to be with her even if I could never touch her again! Seriously. 

So we stuck to passionate making out and occasional groping. I took care of business when I got home—look I've been doing it that way for years at least now I had a real girl I could touch a little bit.

So that's how it went, until one day when I got a call from Lisa. She asked if I could meet her at a local restaurant so that we could talk, I told her yes and I brought Jill along so there would be no weirdness.

That night when I arrived home my Mom was in the living room reading.

"Hey, Honey. There's still some dinner left in the fridge if you want to heat it up."

"No thanks, I ate at the restaurant. I met with that girl Lisa."

"Oh? What did she have to say?"

"Well . . ." I got nervous all over again and tried to work up the courage to spill it. I don't get why I'm like this. It seems right after some act of courage I have left over courage, but a few days pass and I'm back to being a shy-guy, "I took her up on her offer," I finally said.

Mom put her book down and looked at me.

"I thought she told you the calendar was a no go."

"She did, this is a whole new thing. Apparently she started a website awhile ago where she teaches camera techniques and I guess she gets a lot of traffic and she has sponsors and everything—I didn't really follow what she was talking about, I never really understood how people make money with a website, but they do. I guess she does okay with it. She showed me on her phone a few examples. She had one lesson for photographing your pet and every day she would post a new picture of her dog in a different kind of style and then explain how she shot it, using filters and whatever. This went on for like two weeks or something and people followed it, so she kept going—choosing different topics, like flowers, sunsets and whatever and it's caught on really well. I guess by posting the lessons one day at a time it keeps people coming back. But lately she's been running low on ideas and she had a lot of her followers writing in telling her what they would like her to do. And apparently they want lessons on shooting the male nude," my voice stuttered on the word nude.

"Ah ha!" Mom said.

"She said the people who follow her site seem to be mostly women for some reason and they want to learn how to photograph the . . . body."

"I see."

"She's going to pay me five hundred bucks for a few hours of work! I would have to work like two weeks to make that much money at my job, so I said yes, as long as it's not too crazy. She reassured me everything will be tasteful and because this is her professional site it really can't be anything exploitive. So what do you think?" 

I was unsure what her response would be. She sat for a Moment and studied me.

"Well, I think it's your decision, it's your body. What kind of nudity does she have in mind?"

"I think . . . everything."

"And you're okay with that?"

"I guess, like Cindy said, it's already out there. If I run for President someday this is going to come back to haunt me anyway, so I might as well make some money for it!"

She thought a minute more.

"I suppose five hundred bucks is nothing to sneeze at. It's one step closer to college."

"Right, with five hundred dollars I could afford one text book!"

"Yeah, but you know what—I bet that's one text book you'll read all the way through knowing what you had to do to earn it."

I nodded.

"What does Jill think of this?"

"She is all for it. I was kind of hoping she would be against it so I had a reason to bail, but she seems excited about it."

"Why would she be excited? What is she getting out of it?"

"Why are any of you women excited when I am naked? Because you're all as bad as any guy, that's why. I mean, I kind of remember someone saying something along the lines of 'Now let's raise some cash and strip this boy naked' to a crowd of horny women!"

Mom blushed a little—which must be where I get it.

"Well I was caught up in the moment. It was all so thrilling, so fun and it was innocent enough, plus it was for a good cause you said so yourself!" She said trying to defend her choice to sacrifice her nude son to a sex-crazed mob.

"And because you got to see your only son strip down naked and expose his body to the world, because you were able to live that experience vicariously through me! Being naked in front of people is letting a secret part of yourself go and liberates you kind of, at least that's what Jill thinks and I think she's right."

Mom blushed even more, "I don't know about that."

But her rosy cheeks gave her away.

"Also, Jill gets to be there when we take these pictures, which I think is why she is so into the idea! Lisa said she may need some help with reflectors or something and Jill volunteered, a little too enthusiastically."

"Where are you shooting it?"

"Lisa knows someplace out in the woods, an old swimming hole. That's the theme she's going with, you know the whole Naked Swimmer thing.

Mom thought to herself.

"I admire you, Mark. You have bravery I can't imagine ever having. I could never do what you've done or what you're going to do. Although, I'm still a little unsettled by all this nudity, I think you are amazing for handling it so well. And I think it's exciting. I'm excited for you. Are you excited?"

"I'm really nervous. I shouldn't be by now, but I still am. I think that maybe this will help me get over my shyness though, it has to, right? If this doesn't do it I don't know what will. I'm trying to look at this as a growing experience."

"And what about other things growing?"

"What do you mean?"

"I mean your little . . . problem with, you know . . . getting erections."

My cheeks felt warm.

"Is Lisa going to take your photo with an erection? And if so, how do you feel about that?"

"I think it's a foregone conclusion that I'll be . . . that I'll have a . . . one. I can't help it, it has a life of its own."

"Can't you take care of things before you go?"

My face was burning now.

"It won't matter, believe me. Nothing is going to keep it down."

"Oh. Well, Cindy's right, it does look better hard anyway!"

"Mom!"

"What? There's nothing wrong with it. It's healthy and normal. You just can't admire the male form like a woman can. It's an exquisite sight. It doesn't mean anything erotic!"

That was all I could take, I said goodnight and went to bed. While in bed the reality of what I had agreed to do started to set in. 

A few anxiety-filled days passed. Cindy teased me relentlessly. I really wanted to back out, but before I knew it the day had arrived.

I got up that morning and both Cindy and Mom had gone to work. Mom left a note saying: 'Good luck, honey. I love you.' 

When I went out to the car there was a note on the steering wheel from Cindy that read: 'Just try to think about something other than sex, like baseball. You know, choking up on your hard bat—sticking it straight up in the air, rolling those balls around in your hand, wiping the dirt off your hands on your tight hard butt, sliding into that soft warm mound!' There was a smiley face drawn next to it. And damn it that gave me a boner!

I started the car and drove off to pick up Jill.

When I arrived home that night I was a new man. I had confidence I have never felt before in my life. I was still surging with that courage I mentioned; that leftover post-exposure, testosterone filled audacity. Cindy and my Mom were in the living room when I walked through the door.

"SO?" Cindy asked.

"What?" I coyly uttered.

"Tell us!" Mom yelled. "How was it? Did it go well?"

I played it cool, "Yeah. It was all right. Is there anything for dinner?" I was smiling from ear to ear.

"Look at him! Mr. Happy!" Cindy said.

"You look exhilarated!" Mom smiled.

"I guess it went well." Cindy beamed.

Mom took charge, "Sit down here and tell us everything leaving out no details!"

"Okay, okay." I sat down in front of them. "Everything went well. It was all professional and pretty fun. I feel really good about how it went. I think the pictures will be very high quality and sexy, Lisa showed me some of them and they came out better than I thought."

"When do we get to see them?" Cindy asked.

"I don't know. I guess when she posts them online, maybe. She said she'll give me a CD of them when she can." I shrugged my shoulders not adding anything.

"Well, tell us all about it, NOW!" Mom said.

"The theme was The Naked Swimmer. She basically just went with the idea that I was out at the swimming hole and decided to go swimming. I take my shirt off and jump in the water with only my jeans on. Then I swim a little, but apparently I don't like the way that feels, so I strip off my jeans and swim around naked. What I don't realize is that there is a girl walking through the woods—Jill obviously—although I don't think you ever really see her face, she's just a girl in the photo. Anyway, she sees me swimming around naked, so she ducks behind a bush and watches. I do a few dives, swing on the tire swing, swim around, etc. then, eventually I realize I'm being watched, and I fall in love or something, and then I stand up and display myself to her. The End."

"Describe the pictures exactly?" Cindy said almost breathless.

I was feeling very confident right now for reasons I'll describe in a moment, and I decided I was done feeling shy or embarrassed; I was going to just lay it all out there (or at least almost all of it).

"The pictures were of me taking off my shirt, applying sunblock, rubbing it all over my arms, chest, abs. Then there's a cool picture of me jumping off a hill into the water where I'm like frozen in air perfectly sharp in a cannonball pose. Then, you know, swimming, etc."

"Describe the nude photos, with great detail damn it!" Cindy insisted.

I smiled knowing I had these two at the edge of their seats.

"The first one I'm unzipping my jeans and pealing them open. You can see some pubes and the top of my shaft, or technically I guess it's the bottom of it. Then a picture from behind as I drop my jeans to the ground and you see my naked wet butt. Then a picture of me jumping into the water fully nude, but tilted just right so you only see my side and butt. Then there are a few of Jill walking up to the water and seeing me naked from a distance. Then there was a cool one of me jumping out of the water and again perfectly sharp, no blur, frontal, with the water splashing up just right so it barely conceals my penis, but it's there. Then a picture from behind showing my full naked backside to the camera while my front is facing Jill. Then I continue swimming. I get out, blocked by bushes so you only see side butt, then another one of me jumping off the hill into the water in a cannonball pose—the same exact picture as before only this time my balls are hanging down in plain sight. That one looks really cool, if I do say so myself." 

The colors of that one are very deep and my testicles were really hanging low from my curled body!

"Wow!" Cindy said.

It's worth mentioning that I was totally comfortable telling these two about my balls and I don't think I even blushed! I was so charged, so thrilled, so energized I don't think I could be embarrassed by anything.

"Then I see Jill and I'm in waist deep water. Then a close up of her reaction as I stand up. Then there is a full frontal shot in broad daylight of me totally nude! And for once I managed to not be hard, although I did have a semi."

"What's a semi?" Mom asked.

"When it's halfway there, duh." Cindy answered.

"Oh." Mom blushed.

"Then another closer frontal as I look down at myself and I'm a little harder. Then another one closer still and I'm fully erect! Then there's a profile shot of Jill standing up on one side of the frame facing me and me facing her and standing on the other side of the frame with my hard penis sticking up at her! Arced just like you like!" I said to Cindy and she lowered her head and giggled.

"Oh my, Mark! You certainly aren't shy about sharing this!" Mom said.

"I don't feel shy right now. I've been naked outside all day and I feel amazing. I just feel so charged right now!"

"Apparently. Well, I look forward to seeing these!" 

Cindy was looking at me with a sparkle in her eyes probably trying to imagine what it must have been like. 

"It was incredible. Lisa was really good at making me feel comfortable, but at the same time keeping me on edge a little which I think helped me stay flaccid."

"How did you finally get it hard?" Cindy asked.

"I just thought about Jill. I wish I could explain what it is like to get an erection knowing that women will be seeing it, looking at it, admiring it. It makes me feel so open and alive!"

"So aroused?" Cindy asked.

"Yup, more than ever before."

"You must have been rock hard!" Cindy said.

"It was harder than I've ever felt. It was straining against its own epidermal confinement!" I said and we both laughed. Mom just shook her head smiling.

"It's happened! You are an exhibitionist!" Mom said.

"No, I'm not. I'm going to go out of my way to never be publicly naked again. This is it, THE END, really! It was fun while it lasted and I have some unique memories, but it's over."

"It's sounds like quite an adventure!" Mom decided to wrap up the conversation.

Cindy and I knew that was our cue to end the story and move on with our lives. Of course, Cindy couldn't help but get in one last jibe.

"So you probably have to go upstairs and crank it now, right?"

"Cindy!" Mom exclaimed.

"What? He's all worked up after that I'm sure."

"There will be no further penis talk from this point on. It's time we started behaving like a normal sexually repressed family again. Agreed?"

"Agreed." I said finally satisfied.

"Okay.' Cindy relented.

And we all went to bed.

Now as it turns out I didn't have to crank it at all and here's why. I left out a significant part of my story for reasons you will soon understand.

Everything I said about the day was true, except I left out a few minor details. For one thing as soon as I hit the water for the first picture I did have a raging hardon and it was interfering with the subsequent pictures. 

Lisa told me it was normal and not to worry about it, we stopped shooting; she and Jill made light conversation while I tried NOT to think about baseball, nudity—or anything else. I tried thinking of the most horrific things imaginable to soften up, but nothing changed the fact that I was outside in the middle of nowhere about to whip my dick out in front of these two attractive girls, one of whom I was deeply in love with.

I got myself down to a "chubby" and said "Okay, I think I'm ready now."

The girls got ready, we were shooting the picture where I am pealing open my wet jeans. As soon as I got into position I got hard again and because my jeans were wet they were clinging to my body and all three of us watched as my shaft lengthened down my leg under wet denim. Lisa looked from the camera and at my crotch.




What a Guy Won't Do Ch. 05



"Um . . ." she said smiling.

Jill laughed loudly, "Damn, Mark! Can't you keep that thing down for a minute?"

"I'm sorry, I can't help it!"

"Why don't you go behind a bush and take care of it, will that help?" Jill asked.

"I don't think I can, not here! I mean yeah, it would help for a little while, but it's not going to be a solution."

Lisa considered this. She was a very nice person and considerate of my feelings. She was professional but also very laid back and open. She looked at me, "Maybe you could. If you get it over with, we can shoot. I'm just afraid of losing the sun."

Finally, I gave in. "I'll try."

I looked at Jill. "You don't want to give me a hand do you?"

"I wouldn't want to interfere with a professional!" She and Lisa both laughed.

I went over a hill, looked around and pulled my jeans down. My hard cock shot out almost thanking me. The cool air and hot sun on my dick felt amazing. I started stroking it. At first I was trying to force it too fast and it wasn't happening. It took a lot longer than I thought—it's hard to blow your wad under a time constraint!

I knew it was taking too long and the girls would get restless and before I knew it they had moved in closer, while still remaining out of view.

"How's it going, Stud?" Jill asked.

"Okay! I'm working on it." I yelled back, stroking like a madman.

"We came to give you a little inspiration!" Lisa said.

My first thought was maybe they'd show me their boobs and start making out together—which almost got me where I needed to be right there. 

Instead, they stayed on the other side of the hill and began making orgasmic groaning noises, calling my name in faux-climax. I stroked it harder and harder and soon ejaculate burst forth and planted itself into the ground. I finished, peed, and pulled my wet, ice-cold jeans up being careful not to catch anything in the zipper.

I walked back around the hill and faced them. They stopped making their noises and looked at me expectantly.

"Houston, we've had a successful launch!" I said smiling.

The girls both Woo-Hooed and high-fived each other then me. I couldn't help but notice they both had erect nipples poking through their shirts. This sent a tingle into my nuts, but it was too soon to have a reaction.

We shot the 'jeans pealing open' photo, and then the 'full frontal flaccid' right away. Then we continued with the shoot while I was completely naked. In a weird way, it felt totally natural after awhile and I didn't even feel embarrassed. 

At one point Lisa needed Jill to get into the water and hold a reflector near me, so Jill stripped down to her bikini, as soon as I saw that my dick stiffened. Lisa stopped and looked at me.

"Looks like he approves of your choice in swimwear, Jill!"

Jill looked at me then her gaze darted to my erection. She smiled and that caused it to strain even more.

"He really does desire you. Wow! We need to shoot that thing! I want to capture this moment."

That was when Lisa came up with the whole group of pictures when Jill and I were facing each other with my throbbing penis poking out toward her. 

It was real. That's what Lisa said. In fact, I think that's what made me so comfortable, I wasn't posing (I wouldn't even know how) I was just being myself in that situation. Okay, it was staged, but having Jill there made it a reality, I wasn't hard because I had a fluffer or because I looked at a porno or took Viagra, I was hard because my penis ached for Jill and it showed in my eyes. It made the pictures real.

I felt so intense, so full of testosterone. I almost wanted a bear to come out of the woods so I could wrestle it and release my total inner caveman! The only embarrassing thing was since I was hard for so long I was leaking pre-cum like a water fountain, so I had to keep discreetly wiping it away. Since I was wet, however, that at least helped hide the fact.

Anyway, we continued doing some swimming shots and I DID do the backstroke and my hard cock did stick out of the water like the Jaws fin! We all thought that was funny, but I doubt Lisa will use those pictures; those were just us having fun.

I remained erect the entire rest of the day. I was totally comfortable standing next to these girls and talking to them with my penis sticking up and swaying from side to side when I walked. I noticed them both stealing many glances at it when they thought I wasn't looking and that always made it pulse even more.

When we finished Lisa said she would like a few pictures with the three of us just for personal memories. I agreed and stayed naked and hard as the two girls stood on either side of me with the camera on a tripod while the timer clicked away. Then Jill suggested we do a Star Wars pose. I stood like Luke Skywalker with my flexed arms in the air while the two Princess Leias clung to my bare legs, they're faces so close to my penis now that I could really feel the force! Then we took a butt picture with my back facing the camera and the girls pretending to kiss my naked ass cheeks. I have a feeling I'll be jerking off to those pictures for years to come!

Lisa said she had to get back so she packed up her equipment and left. Jill suggested she and I stay back and swim a little, which I was totally into. Jill told me to remain naked and I had no problem with that either.

She said she needed a minute and she would join me. I walked into the water and dove in. I swam for a minute or two and when I surfaced I saw a sight that sent a shock wave through my soul! 

Jill stood totally nude at the water's edge looking at me with a smirk. She was an angel. She stood motionless with her smooth, firm breasts swaying in front of her, the sun making her skin glow in golden hotness. Her flat stomach, bellybutton, that V-shape drawing down into her sex. Her silky tan legs glistening in the blazing sunlight. 

I stood up out of the water and walked over to her. We were in total sync as I moved in to kiss her, she reached out and took my penis in her hand and softly stroked it.

I was more alive in that moment than I have ever been. Her soft, warm nakedness pressing into me, sliding up and down my bare hardness was profound. 

My hands found her breasts and began massaging them. I just can't touch those things enough they are simply amazing. Our tongues caressed the insides of each other's mouths. I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her under the water. We swam underwater grabbing each other, fondling each other's bare bodies.

We surfaced in an embrace; Jill had the most electric smile; her eyes looked into mine with an intensity that sent goose bumps down my unguarded body. 

Then she did my favorite thing; she grabbed my cock and pulled me out of the water. She walked me by my dick to the edge of the water and turned to face me. I reached up and tried to touch her body, but she grabbed my wrists and forced my hands by my side. She looked down at my nudity and rubbed her hands across my chest, over my abs, down my torso and onto my dick. She lightly tickled my balls and kissed me on the lips. Then she began to crouch down. Her mouth slid across my neck and down my chest. She licked my nipple with her tongue, then slid even further down. I grew even harder than before as her face arrived at my groin. 

Jill Bergman, the hottest, sexiest, smartest, most interesting and fun girl on the planet Earth pulled my throbbing penis toward her face and wrapped her lips around its engorged head. The warmth of her mouth closing over my dick was the most amazing sensation I've ever felt. Her fingers lightly slid across my butt cheeks as her tongue rubbed the tip of my cock. 

I couldn't believe this was happening, the sensations exploding through my body were incredible! I was in a standing position in the naked sunlight as my body writhed uncontrollably, my arms reaching out for anything, my head rolling around on my neck, my eyes pinched shut in ecstasy. Jill sucked the head of my cock hard and I could feel my balls tighten.

I opened my eyes and looked up and I saw a hawk flying overhead. I watched it gliding through the air in amazement unsure of what it even was or where I was, or who I was for that matter! I forgot everything in life for that moment and I became one with the universe as I felt my life giving fluid move up toward the sensual heavenly spirit sucking on my masculine appendage.

I grabbed Jill's head and pulled her away. She looked up at me confused at first, then understanding. I turned slightly away from her and fired my load into the air. Ropes of cum came shooting out and Jill watched like an amazed kid watching a juggler. As the last sling of spooge shot out she reached out and grabbed it.

I was spent. Out of breath. Heart pounding. Sweat pouring.

It actually took me a minute to recover from that, I think I even lost my vision for a second. 

Jill was studying my sperm in her hand. She smelled it and for a moment I thought she was going to taste it. She looked up at me and made a "yuck" face. She rubbed it between her two hands and then did something so hot, so sexy, so unbelievable to me (but I loved it)—she rubbed my cum all over her hot naked breasts.

I started to get hard right away and I lunged for her. I can't explain why that was so stirring to me, but it was. I slammed my face against her bare chest and licked my own semen off her nipples. I made sure to lap up every sticky little ounce of it. I have never tasted my own sperm; it was salty, just like I had always heard; not unpleasant, but I don't think it's going to make Baskin Robbins 32nd flavor anytime soon. 

When I finished, Jill grabbed my chin hard and forced my head up to face hers. She jammed her tongue into my mouth and proceeded to lick my cum off my tongue and onto her own. 

She was like a wild animal.

I loved it!

Now it was my turn. I turned savage! I picked her up off the ground and carried her to a soft area on the ground. I laid her down and pulled her knees apart. I threw her calves over my shoulders and buried my face between her legs. I softly rubbed my open lips over her warm mound. My tongue licked up her slit and found her clit, I sucked it a little, and played with it using my tongue just like I had read to do online! She didn't respond right away, I had to feel my way around and catch the hang of it, but then I got her. 

I felt her body tense and start quivering. She tasted wonderful—I can't say it was the taste that I loved, as much as it was her reaction to how I was making her feel, but it was amazing and I need to taste that a lot from now on, I am hooked!

I licked her, sucked her, nuzzled her and fondled her until she came. Her body convulsed and she let out loud screams of sheer, intense delight. It turns out Jill's a screamer and not shy about vocalizing her physical pleasure!

I moved up and lay down next to her. We wrapped our nude bodies together and looked into each other's eyes. We didn't say anything; there was nothing to say. We simply lay there gently kissing. 

Eventually the sun began to set and we sat up watching it. We sat there in front of the old swimming hole surrounded by forest and listened to the breeze pushing its way through the trees. The sun burst colors of pure amazement into the sky as the clouds smeared together and became one. 

Jill and I sat nude next to each other and once again—true to form—I got hard. Jill must have seen it out of the corner of her eye, because she looked down at it, smiled and took it in her hand.

I love Jill Bergman and I'm happy to report she loves me too!



What a Guy Won't Do Ch. 06



My brother is in love with Jill Bergman. 

He has been for a long time and this past spring he proved his love for her and they are now a couple. They are a painfully cute couple. I have never seen two people more in love than they are. I'm very happy for him; Jill is incredibly cute and she has a great personality. Over the past few months Jill and I have become good friends too, my Mom also likes her—we all have a really good relationship—she almost seems like part of the family already!

I should mention that my brother, Mark, is the Internet renowned "Naked Swimmer". He exposed his naked body to everyone on several occasions this past summer, the lucky bastard! 

My name is Cindy and I am his older sister. I am totally envious of him—which I can't stand! I love my brother intensely, I'm so glad he has found happiness and I want nothing but the very best for him. However, he has lived out a fantasy of mine that I have had ever since I was a kid. He has been nude, from head to toe, in front of multiple women a few different times and I am extremely jealous of that! 

Mark's latest "bareness escapade" came when a girl named Lisa had asked him to pose nude for her photography website and he agreed. I will never forget his face the night he returned home and told Mom and I about his nude photography session. He was so alive, so confident, and so adult. I've never seen him like that before; it was like he became a man right before our eyes. Of course, over the next few days he kind of returned to his former shy self. Whenever I asked him for more details on what he felt like that day he would turn red and give brief answers as if he wanted to talk about it, but he was still too shy! I don't get how he can go from so confident to so shy like that; I guess it's the testosterone!

Anyway, a week or so later I came home from work and grabbed the mail on my way in. There was an envelope addressed to Mark from Lisa and I knew it was the CD with his photos on it. Mom, Jill and I had all been anxiously waiting to see the pictures and here they were. I ran inside and found out that Jill was over and having dinner with us. This was perfect! 

"Guess what I have!" I announced with a huge grin.

Mark saw the envelope in my hand and knew instantly what I had.

"Oh no!" he said.

"Are those the pictures?" Mom asked.

Mark grabbed the envelope from me and opened it. The envelope contained a CD and a Thank You card from Lisa.

"Let's see them!" Jill said.

"Can we do it later?" Mark begged.

"No way—we've been waiting for this for too long!" Mom said with great anticipation.

Mark slumped forward and agreed. I took the disc and put it in the computer.

"What's the problem, Mark? Pretty soon these will be on her website for the whole world to see." I told him.

"I know, but it is a little weird looking at them with all of you here," he said. 

There was a collective "AWW, poor baby!" we cut him no slack at all.

I could feel the anticipation building in my stomach. It wasn't seeing HIM naked as much as it was experiencing the nakedness OF him that excited me. He is my brother after all and I don't like guys anyway. But I love the unconstrained frankness of the nudity that we were about to see; I think it's very sexy. I guess I was living vicariously through him.

I set the photo page to Slide Show mode so the photos would go full-screen and change every few seconds. We all sat in front of the computer and watched as the photos progressed showing Mark pull his T-shirt off, then a few of him spreading lotion on himself—I was surprised at how erotic he looked! Next he was jumping into the water with his jeans on, swimming around in only his jeans, then standing and pealing his wet jeans open.

"Here we go!" Jill said. 

Mom whistled. I noticed Jill and Mark unconsciously took each other's hand—are they cute or what?

I looked back at the photos and the next one up he dropped his soaked jeans and we saw his sparkling wet butt. He has a great butt, by the way! Mark has a lean and muscular body and he stood with confidence facing away from the camera presenting nature with his . . . self! 

I looked over at him and saw his embarrassment as we three women looked at the picture of his naked ass, but there was excitement in his eyes too. 

I looked over at Mom who looked at the photos with her usual sense of delight in her son, but there was also a devilish grin on her face. I looked at Jill who was absorbing every pixel of her lover's glistening body. When I looked back the picture had changed and he was standing there full frontal with a flaccid penis! 

"There it is! Hey good for you, Mark, you managed not to be hard for once!" Mom said and everyone busted out laughing. 

She meant it as the genuine compliment of a proud parent praising their child for an accomplishment of some kind, but it just came off as hysterically funny.

"Come on! That's not an appropriate thing for a mother to say!" Mark argued, but through a smile.

"It looks good when it's soft too! I added, "It's nice and thick!" I felt I had to say something shocking. 

"Do we always have to discuss . . . IT!" Mark protested.

Jill laughed, but didn't comment. I wasn't sure how far she and Mark had gone and she probably wanted to keep it that way.

"Oh relax, Mark! It's a nice picture." I said. It was a nice picture too, he was standing slightly turned to the side with the light accenting the front of him nicely. In the picture Mark had a serious expression like he was in deep thought and his head was tilted down looking in the direction of his relaxed dick. His balls were hanging away from his body and the thick head of his cock was swaying just off to the side. This picture was very sexy!

"I just don't think the commentary is necessary!" he protested.

"Why? This is fun!" I said as I Paused the slideshow on this picture. I sat back and studied it, torturing him. He looked at me like he was shocked at what I was doing.

"Just look at that shot, the lighting, the pose, the raw-potent-sexiness of it, that is the picture of a MAN, if I have ever seen one. Just look at you! Look at your bare, nakedness! You are SO NUDE!" I said a little too enthusiastically. 

Jill and Mom laughed. 

Mark shook his head. 

Mom tried to reassure him.

"Oh Mark, don't be embarrassed, she just means you're nude like it is a picture of you. Not nude because you are not wearing clothes, but that you are nude in the sense that it is only you and nothing else. It's a part of you we never get to see." She said.

"You're not supposed to see it! It isn't normal for a mother and sister to look at nude photos of their son or brother and comment on his stuff!"

"It's impressive! You should be proud of your body. Your penis is a gorgeous thing! I'm proud of you for having the courage to show it like you have. Just look at that picture; you're so open, so vulnerable and yet so strong and powerful." 

"You could say he looks Cocksure!" I said laughing.

"Funny." Mark replied sarcastically.

"This picture is absolutely adorable!" Mom said and Mark straightened back up, he seemed like he recovered and now was ready to continue.

"Okay, you know what, let's get this over with once and for all—let's make all the comments about my nakedness, let's look at it, study it, talk about it and get this out of your systems, because this is the last time you will be seeing it!" he said then looked at Jill, "At least 2/3rds of you!"

"What?" Mom said

I tried to help him out by hitting the play button and the show continued.

The next photo really got me; it was Mark doing a cannonball dive off some rocks—his wet body was in a fetal position with his knees up by his head and his arms wrapped around his legs. The picture was sharp and crisp with deep coloring, but what sent shivers through me was seeing his testicles hanging down low from the curve of his butt! His side was all muscles, wet and shining in the sunlight, his skin was fairly tan, at least for him, and his balls were nice and round and large. It is unusual to see a guy's nuts without seeing his penis as well and it was somewhat startling.

"That's the picture I like!" Mark said surprisingly.

"Me too!" Jill said with great enthusiasm.

Mom just smiled. There was a very playful fun-loving feel to the picture. It bordered on the edge of vulgarity, and yet it somehow managed to look innocent and playful at the same time.

We watched a few more photos pass by of his naked profile, swimming etc. Then the one we had all been waiting for. He stood in profile facing Jill, whose face you couldn't see, with his hard dick sticking straight up in the air!

The three of us erupted with joy! Mark's face turned a deep shade of red as he buried it in his hands.

Mom smiled and said, "That's my boy!"

Mark shook his head in his hands. "I'm just never going to be comfortable with this!"

"I love the way your thing arcs, Mark!" I said with pride.

He looked back up. "Will you knock it off!" 

I laughed and told him, "I just want to see if I can turn your face so red it turns purple!"

The next image showed him closer with his erection predominant in the frame. I pointed right at the head of his cock. "I want to turn your face that color! Just look at that big throbbing purple-headed dick!"

Jill giggled uncontrollably.

"All right, let's watch our language!" Mom scolded me. And we all tried to calm down a little.

Then the pictures changed, it quickly became obvious that the professional pictures were over and these were the "just for fun" pictures. It started with one of Mark swimming doing the backstroke with his stiff penis sticking up out of the water!

"Whoa! Hold on, these aren't for public view!" he clicked the pictures off.

"No, no we want to see all the pictures," Mom said. 

"Nope! That's the end. Some of these are a little risqué."

"Like the one we just saw?" I laughed. "Come on, Mark, what's the difference? We're all family here!" I nudged Jill and started the slide show again.

He resigned himself to the inevitable. He always did give in too easily.

The show continued and we saw just how shy my brother isn't. He brazenly displayed his erection to the camera. There was even a picture of him with his hand wrapped around his hard cock acting like he was stroking it with a big smile on his face!

"So that's what you look like when you're alone!" I said.

"Mark! I can't believe you!" Mom said.

"I told you not to look." He answered.

Mark even posed frontally nude with a solid erection as the two girls clung to his stark naked body—it was amazing! I was so jealous of him. I secretly wished that it was me in the photos with two hot girls wrapped around my bare legs with their hands so close to my . . .

"Good Lord, Mark!" Mom said. "You certainly seemed to have come to terms with your . . . self! I can't believe that's my son who used to wear his underwear under his swim trunks just to help hide his erections! And now he's proudly standing there with his penis sticking straight out at the camera with two women clinging to his bare body!"

"Well those pictures were just goofing around. They won't be online. Are you disappointed in me?" he asked.

"No, not at all. I think the real pictures are very tasteful and very beautiful. But those last ones . . . they're a little . . . shocking for a mother to see. Boys will be boys, I suppose. You guys just love pointing those things at us women!" she said and we all laughed again.

When he stood up I noticed his hand "adjusted" the crotch of his jeans. Mom and I exchanged a knowing glance and smiled. Then I looked at Jill and she laughed out loud.

"What?" Mark feigned.

"Nothing."

"Okay, so that is that. The End!" Mark said. "Finally!"

"I want a copy of this CD." I told him.

"No way. It will be online soon enough and you can look at them all you want then. This stays with me."

"So what's for dinner? Hot dogs? Maybe some Twinkies for desert? Or are we having sausage or egg roll? Personally, I could go for some bananas and pickles, or maybe a nice, big, thick cucumber!" I said smiling.

Mark shook his head at me, "We get it already!"

Again we all laughed and sat down to dinner.

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My son, Mark is in love with Jill Bergman and she is very much in love with him. I like Jill a lot she is a very nice girl, she is smart and centered. I think she is a great choice for a girlfriend. We just had her over for dinner after viewing Mark's nude photos—which I am still trying to process!

I don't think many Mothers have been in the position I have been in the last few months, and I have no idea if I am behaving properly or not. Mark had exposed his nude body at a swim meet, he was taken advantage of in our own backyard, being physically "manipulated" and put on the Internet. Then he stripped naked in public to raise funds for Autism then again he was caught naked in our pool by a bunch of women and finally, at my own suggestion, he posed nude for an Internet site run by the daughter of my closest friend! 

I don't know if I am the worst Mother since Mrs. Bates or if I'm totally hip!

Is it hip to say hip?

Anyway, I am very conflicted about the way Mark's life is going these days. I think he has handled everything in perfect stride and I am so proud of him. On the other hand I hope these events don't come back to haunt him in the future. I know it is different for men to be naked than it is for women, and the pictures are in a very fun spirit, but at the same time he has an erection in most of them and there is nothing left to the imagination!

I have seen every square inch of my son's eighteen-year-old naked body, with an erection! Not only in pictures but also in real life up close and personal!

Seeing him like that has created some very strange feelings in me. I am not sexually attracted to my son, but I see that he is sexually attractive. I don't know when that happened, he was just a shy little kid not long ago and now he's a grown man with a great body!

I still don't know how I feel knowing that all these people all over the world can see my son completely naked and in a rigid state of arousal, but in many ways I find it very liberating. I think it is sexy because he is sexy as a person, not just a body. And I know women melt at the idea that he did it for his lover and also for a good cause and not because of some kind of narcissism. 

I should also mention when he stripped naked at the fair it was because of me. I could have bailed him out there and I think he wanted me to, but something came over me. Something I can't explain. The idea of my son—MY son—having to completely bare his body in front of me, his sister, his girlfriend, and so many strangers who were all very eager to see him totally stripped of clothing just thrilled me more than I could ever have imagined. 

It gave me such a kick to watch as he lost his shirt, then his shorts, then finally his underwear, knowing what he must be feeling, seeing more and more of his bare body! It made me feel so alive, watching him stand up naked in front of a crowd as his penis grew and hardened right there in front of everyone! I should be ashamed of myself for having those feelings, but instead it just electrifies me!

Then when my friend Barbara told me that her daughter wanted to shoot a beefcake calendar I thought Mark would be perfect for that. He could earn extra money and have to strip naked again in front of a camera! I can't believe I let that happen to my own son, but I did. 

Looking at the photos tonight was amazing. Especially the more candid ones, the ones not for public view. The picture where he is holding his erection and pointing it at the camera with a big smile on his face—makes me blush, because I now have an image of what he looks like masturbating! That's not something I really needed to have in my head, but I still find it very exciting! It actually makes me feel closer to him in a very strange way. 

I have seen a part of my son that most Mothers never see, and as he said aren't supposed to see, but I'm glad I did. He is a wonderful person, a loving son, brother, and boyfriend and I think he has matured more in the past few months than he had through most of his childhood!

It makes me flush just thinking about having to be naked in front of people. Until recently, I think I subconsciously raised my kids to be a little prudish about their bodies because I am about my own. Mark, through his naked exploits, has blown the lid off that and made the word penis a common one in our household! I suddenly feel so much more open in my own life and I even had a dream the other night of being naked on a beach with people far off in the distance watching me. In the dream I felt very turned on and I had sexual feelings that I haven't felt in a long time. The other day I even started thinking I should start dating again!

Mark has really opened things up around here and I love him for his noble acts and how he has become a real man, not just physically but emotionally too.

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My name is Jill Bergman and I love Mark! He loves me too. He just finished walking me home from dinner at his house. While I was there his nude photos came in the mail and we looked at them. I have never been so turned on in my life!

I wanted to strip him naked right there and go to town on him. Until recently I have been a virgin—I guess I still am technically, we haven't actually had full sex, but we have had oral sex and a lot of touching and groping. Mark hasn't pushed me to "let him in" and I love that about him. Although, he is strong and aggressive in being all over me, he doesn't push more than I want him too.

Tonight, however I wanted him in the worst way. Although I was present at his photo shoot and although we had our most sexual encounter that day, I still was overwhelmed with the pictures. They sent a feeling through me like I have never had. Even though it was his Mom and Sister sitting there looking at my naked boyfriend, I couldn't help but be aroused at the idea of other women looking at his dick!

I don't know why I feel this way, but he has awoken something inside me that I didn't even know was there.

When we got to my house I realized my family was at my brother's game and wouldn't be back for hours. I led Mark into my bedroom, a place no other boy has ever been. We sat down on my bed and as he looked around my room I thought about how I masturbate on the very sheets he is now sitting on—if only he knew!

I was so excited I could feel an ache in my stomach—but a good ache—it hurt so good! I wanted him here and now. Mark was so cute he was just looking around and talking about something I wasn't even hearing. He seemed completely unaware of my own physical state. I thought about those pictures again, how sensual his nakedness was. I needed to see it again, now! I wondered if I should, if I could, then without thinking I acted.

I grabbed him by his shirt and pulled him up to his feet. He was really taken aback, he stopped talking mid sentence and just looked at me. I pressed my mouth up against his and shoved my tongue in. His hands immediately went for my breasts. Mark REALLY liked my breasts! I grabbed his wrists and pulled his hands down to his sides. He looked at me wondering what I was up to. 

I forcefully pulled his T-shirt over his head and threw it across the room. He reached for his zipper and I grabbed his wrists again, slapping them as if scolding a naughty child. Then I grabbed his balls through his jeans. I massaged them and felt his penis harden through the denim. I worked my fingers along the shaft and rubbed where the head was. Mark threw his head back in ecstasy.

I unzipped his jeans and pulled them open, my fingers found his underwear and I yanked both down quickly. 




What a Guy Won't Do Ch. 06



His rock-hard dick shot up like a switchblade and smacked into his belly. I stepped back and looked at him. He stood there naked with his jeans and underwear around his ankles looking at me, waiting. He started to say something and I pressed my finger up against his warm lips. I walked around him, admiring his nudity. As I passed his front I reached out and slid the tips of my fingers under his cock. It throbbed and bounced with a hard pliability. 

I took my step exerciser and placed it behind him. I stepped up so now I was taller than he was. I placed my chin on his shoulder and looked down at his bare front. I lifted his arms slightly out of the way and he held them there, then I reached forward and grabbed his solid cock! Shivers ran through his body and I started jacking him off. He turned his face into the side of mine and kissed my neck. I looked down his body as if it were my own and saw male masturbation through his point of view. This is what it looks like to have a penis and stroke it. It was amazing, marvelous, exhilarating. 

His body convulsed at the motions of my hand and I have never felt so in control before. It was like having a full sized living puppet that responded every time I pulled its string! Get it?

He breathed heavily through his nose as his hot breath blasted itself against my neck. I stroked harder and faster feeling his penis engorge even more while in my hand. He was sweating; I wrapped my other hand across his chest and felt his heart racing, his torso expanding with his increased respiration. He would make choked groaning noises every now and then that made me even hotter. I controlled every feeling this man was having, he was mine!

Suddenly I stopped stroking him. I very lightly glided my fingers down his shaft and this sent his penis into flexing spasms of pleasure! I played with his hardening balls then grabbed his dick powerfully. At that, his entire body constricted and he grabbed my hand. His gently placed his index finger and thumb over mine and showed me how to do it right. He made a circle out of my finger and thumb and gently stroked up and down the head of his cock in fairly quick motions. Then he let go and let me take over again. 

I stroked fast, then slow, then fast again. He was enjoying this so much and it made me burn for him. I looked down again and saw his balls had receded and were about to burst. I let go of his chest and with my other hand I pressed his perineum, as I read to do in Cosmo, and I let go of his dick. I held my hand out and waited. At first, there was nothing and I thought I let go too soon, but Mark's body told me otherwise. It was like he was caught in mid-orgasm and ceased to dwell on this plane of existence for a moment, until his penis exploded—and I mean EXPLODED—into my waiting hand.

His hot fluid pooled into my palm very quickly, splattering down as his dick sent spurts of it out one after the other. The fluid was not even warm it was hot. Like sex lava!

I don't know why I felt compelled to catch it, I did the same thing the first time, but this life-giving goo fascinated me and I wanted to experience it up close. Mark's body went slack when he finished and he tried to recuperate. I walked around to face him again looking at his hot spooge in my hand. He looked at me curiously probably wondering why I was so obsessed with the stuff. Now I felt like I had to get rid of it, but where? Without thinking I wiped it all over his softening penis, it was all over his shaft, in his pubes on his balls, everywhere!

He grabbed me and laughed like he couldn't understand why, but he liked it. Then a pure animal lust came over me and I put my hand on his chin, he seemed to know where this was going and I wiped my "cum hand" over his own tongue! He had his own sperm in his mouth and I wanted it. I shoved my tongue in his mouth and tasted it for myself. I don't really care for the taste, but apparently I find it very erotic to share a lover's fluid! Sometimes I feel like a feral beast when I am with him. I want him so bad! 

At this point my body was on fire, I thought I was going to explode with my own juices. Mark was always willing to pleasure me and he lunged forward to do so. But I stopped him. Don't ask me why, but I suddenly had an idea.

"No. Not tonight," I told him. "Tomorrow I'll have the house to myself again. Come over at 2PM. I want you to come here and without saying a word, I want you in my room, naked. I want you to strip me nude and have your way with me. Do anything you want to me—to my body. I am yours, Mark." I said breathlessly.

His penis began to grow again! What does it take to keep that thing down?

"Don't say anything. Pull your pants up and go home." I told him.

Mark smiled at me. He liked this idea a lot and he could barely close his jeans over his raging hardon. He walked out of my room and I instantly felt the need to run after him and have him inside me!

Instead I went to the window and watched as he left the house. He was walking funny like he had a banana in his pants! He turned and looked up at me. I stood in the window and without any effort I pulled my shirt and bra off exposing my naked breasts to him—and anyone else who might be looking in the neighborhood. Mark slapped his hand against his forehead in disbelief and laughed. 

'Tomorrow', I mouthed to him and he blew me a kiss.

I fell back on the bed and lightly caressed my nipples. My mind was a million miles away, as if it were trying to travel through time and see what tomorrow would bring. 

For tomorrow I'll find out just what this guy won't do to pleasure his girl! 



What a Guy Won't Do Ch. 07



I woke up that morning already aroused. 2PM, that was what I told Mark, be here at 2PM and do whatever you want to me. 'My body is yours to do whatever you want to it' I can't believe I told him that, but I trust him more than anyone I have ever trusted before. He is a good man and I want him, I want his body, his soul and his hard cock inside me!

I can't believe I am talking like this, I have never been outgoing before, but since I began dating Mark I have changed. Some kind of animal lust has taken over me and I want him, I want him all the time. I want him naked and to be seen naked by other women so they can lust after his bare body and know that only I can have him!

My family was going away for the day to my little brother's game. It was over an hour to drive there and the thing didn't start until 2:30PM so there was ample time for Mark and I to . . . well, you know.

Waiting for that afternoon was the longest wait of my life, I wondered what he would do to me. I have never been in any kind of situation like this before and I was both nervous and totally hot!

I woke up and ate breakfast, but not too much because I already had a stomach full of butterflies. When I was finished eating I sat at the computer. I checked my usual sites, but I wasn't paying attention to anything I was reading. I couldn't get my mind off the coming event. 

I checked Lisa's photography website and saw that she had posted the nude photos of Mark. She had only posted the very best ones that fit the "story line" she was going for and I read some of the comments that were already posted. Many of the comments were about lighting, shadows, and all kinds of photography critiques, but there were also plenty of remarks on the nude male figure she had chosen—AKA "The Naked Swimmer"! I was so titillated from reading the words written about Mark's hard body that I unconsciously began to touch myself "down there".

Looking at the pictures again just got me more and more worked up, I didn't want to orgasm yet, because I wasn't sure if it would make it harder to later when he was here, so I checked my e-mail and tried to distract my urges. 

Mark had sent me a short e-mail about his feelings for me, his love of my naked flesh, and all kinds of sexy things he wanted to make me feel today. I won't share with you exactly what he said, because that is for me and me alone, but suffice it to say it was hotter than all hell. 

I couldn't take it; I couldn't wait. I locked my bedroom door, pulled my clothes off and fingered myself like crazy right there! I came twice! That has never happened to me before. 

I didn't take a shower right after that. I wanted to be totally clean when Mark arrived so I would take my shower around 1:30PM. My parents asked me if I wanted to go to the game, but I made up an excuse and told them I wanted to stay home today. I told my Dad I was going to mow the lawn and that shut him up right there. That guy would let you do anything you wanted if you mowed the lawn for him!

I finished the lawn around 1:20ish just as my family was leaving. I was sweaty and smelling terrible, but in a kind of sexy way. I stripped off my clothes and took a shower. I cleaned every square inch of my body at least three times and I caught myself caressing more than scrubbing a few times. 

When my shower was done I dried myself and walked nude from the bathroom to my bedroom. The cool air on my fresh skin felt amazing and it gave me a shudder to know I would soon be this way in front of Mark. I faced my mirror and looked at my body. I smiled, pleased with my reflection. I ran to the closet and picked out a red sundress Mark had commented on before—he loved sundresses mainly because they showed so much skin. I put the dress on—and nothing else.

It was 1:53PM. He would be here soon. The waiting was killing me; the suspense was gnawing at my guts more than any suspense movie could ever have dreamed to accomplish. 

I paced the room.

I put on some light music and became oblivious to the sound almost immediately. Then I remembered—the front door was locked. I ran downstairs and unlocked the door. As I did I saw Mark walking toward the house. He was carrying a paper bag. 'What the hell is in there', I thought, and I became even more nervous. 

I was just going to stand there and let him in, but that's not how I wanted this to go, so I ran back to my room. I heard the door open and close followed by the deadbolt clanking. I turned my back to my bedroom door and waited. Mark walked slowly up the stairs. I heard the paper bag open as he rummaged with whatever he had brought—'was he into sex toys?' I hoped not, that is definitely not my thing. 

I heard him stop outside my door. He put the paper bag down and it sounded like he was doing something. Then it hit me; he was taking his clothes off! As I instructed, I wanted him nude when he came into my room. I forgot all about that. I'm not sure why I told him that, but I did and being the great guy he is he complied.

I heard him enter the room. I kept my back to him. He hesitated, he placed something on my bed, then came close to me.

Important background information on me. I am one of those chicks that likes the modern day vampire books. Yes, I know they are stupid and more for girls than guys, yes I know they are a little on the effeminate side, but I love the idea of being ravaged by a beast. I like stories where the men are men and they "take" the woman. I have always fantasized about being "taken" by a man—or beast! And it was about to happen.

Mark came up behind me and I felt his hard warm penis press against my butt before any other part of his body. He held a flower in front of me, a daisy! I love daisies and he knows it. That's what he had in the bag, not some perverted sex toy he knew I wouldn't enjoy, but my favorite flower.

I love Mark! He is the very best.

I leaned forward and smelled the flower; a joyful moan escaped my lips. He put the flower in my hair and wrapped his arms around me. Mark sunk his face into my neck and kissed it. He sucked on my neck knowing he would leave a small hickey and I imagined my vampire lover sinking his teeth into me, penetrating me, making me his own. Mark's hand slid up my front and fondled my breast, his other arm was still around my waist and he lifted my feet off the ground sucking my neck even harder. An explosion of nerves fired off throughout my entire body and I went limp in his grip. His naked penis pressed into my back and I imagined how wonderful that must have felt to him; the soft fabric of my dress and the weight of my body sliding up his hard shaft, that must feel amazing to a guy.

Then he leaned down and picked me up the traditional way and carried me to my bed. I was surprised and overwhelmed when I caught a glimpse of my bed and saw that it was covered in daisies! He sat me down on the edge of my bed and sat behind me. He rubbed my shoulders. His cool hands worked up and down my back, they felt under the straps of my sundress and then slowly unzipped it. His fingers worked up and down my bare back as the shoulder straps fell onto the sides of my arms. 

Mark slipped his hands under my butt and pulled at my dress. To my astonishment, he managed to pull my dress from under me and in one fell swoop; he pulled it over my head and threw it across the room. I now sat there naked on the edge of my bed with my lover behind me massaging my body.

His fingers kneaded into my skin and caressed me. They moved down to the crack of my bare butt, then Mark cupped his hands around my torso and glided them up under my arms as his fingertips brushed the side of my boobs. My loins were on fire now; my nipples were so hard I could almost imagine them firing off my body like missiles!

Mark pulled me back across the bed so that he was sitting with his back against the pillows with me sitting between his open legs. His hard dick resting itself against the small of my back and I could feel his warm, slick, pre-cum sticking to my skin. 

He stroked my entire naked body, his hands were everywhere and I loved it. 

He touched my breasts, down my stomach, and stopped just above my scorching pussy. He continued lightly kissing the back of my neck and then he lay back forcing me to do the same. 

The music had stopped and the room fell silent broken only by the quiet whirling of the ceiling fan and our own breath. 

I was lying with my back on top of his nakedness as his fingers tickled my mound. He was gentle. So gentle it almost hurt. Oceans of tingling stimulation spread throughout my abdomen as goosebumps erupted across my bare skin. The breeze from the ceiling fan attached itself to the sweat of my body and cooled my otherwise sweltering form. 

His finger entered me and I gasped. Mark had his head resting on my shoulder much like I did to him the previous day. He looked down the front of my body and saw what female masturbation looks like. He watched as his fingers sunk deep inside my body, his other hand lightly rubbing my nipples, his lips gently rubbing the surface of my neck.

I was in erotic splendor. I felt like my body might detonate in a million atoms and destroy the universe from an overexposure of physical pleasure. 

Mark really knew what he was doing.

My heart was racing, my toes were curling, and I was moaning his name over and over like a cat in heat. Electrical shocks of euphoria were ravishing my naked body.

An orgasm thundered through my mid-section and my entire body tensed up. I felt every single muscle in my immortal soul for one delightful, joyous, sensual moment tighten and explode. Then as I relaxed I orgasmed again!

I was breathless, sweating; my heart was thudding in my chest. I looked down and watched as my bare breasts undulated under my heavy breathing. I don't think I was ever so aroused by the sight of my own glistening nude body before that moment. Perhaps because I was seeing it as Mark saw it; and he loved it. I could feel his dick throbbing harder and harder as he rubbed it into my back under the weight of my bare skin.

Then he dropped me off his body and rolled around to face me. This was the first time I had actually looked at him and he had a look of pure wanton desire in his eyes. He grabbed my legs and threw them over his shoulders. He planted his face into my labia as his tongue slipped in and licked my sexual fluid. He pleasured me with his mouth for a long time, licking, sucking, and rubbing his lips across me. I writhed under his lust; I have never felt such fire in my body before. I orgasmed again and again. I didn't know it was possible to feel this way. 

My body was overcome with an almost unbearable passion.

Mark was fucking me raw and I loved it! I started to realize I was that girl that you hear about, the one that is so repressed that when she lets loose she really lets loose. My mind was filled with the word fuck! 

I wanted to fuck. I wanted to be fucked, I wanted to fuck him, and I wanted us to fuck like fucking feral fucking beasts.

FUCK!

Mark came up for air and climbed up to face me. He sunk his tongue into my mouth and I tasted my own sex on him. 

Then his fingers found my aching pussy again and sunk in, he began rubbing me harder and harder while his other fingers pressed on the outside of the same area. I fell back in agonizing ecstasy, my back arched, my head resting against the bed my legs were folded over with my pelvis thrusting toward him as he rubbed me, unmercifully. I screamed at the top of my lungs as I orgasmed more than ever before. My body actually spasmed after that last one and I really thought I couldn't take anymore

Then he gave me a break. Mark snuggled up against me and spooned with my body. He very gently nuzzled me and grazed my skin with his light touch. He rubbed his fingers across my belly and said such sweet things to me. This guy really is a romance novel—and he is all mine!

I don't know how long we laid there, but I could have stayed that way forever. Then slowly but surely Mark started rubbing my body more and more, his kisses turned from soft and gentle to passionate yet again. His dick never softened, but seemed to harder even more than before—he is insatiable. 

Among the daisies on my bed Mark had placed a condom and he now opened it. I took it from him and carefully fitted it over his inflexible penis, just like I learned in sex class. His eyes found mine and we both realized this was the moment. This was the point we haven't arrived at before now. 

Mark kissed me very sensitively once more then carefully slid his hard cock into me. The feeling was amazing. My sex closed around his penis and I could feel it making its way further and further into me. We locked our lips together and played with our tongues as Mark slowly began pumping his pulsating dick into my body. 

I loved it. I looked at him and saw an expression of pure ecstasy on his face. 

Then, just as I thought to myself that this day could not get any better, it got a whole lot worse. To my horror I heard my Father's car door slam, followed by two other doors slamming. 

My family was home.

"HOLY FUCK!" I yelled and pushed Mark off me. I totally panicked. If my Father caught us he would murder Mark so many times he would never survive it and Mark knew it. He jumped up and tried to figure out what to do as my family entered the house. I ran to the hallway to retrieve his clothes, the paper bag and anything else that would give us away. I had a sheet wrapped around me and grabbed Mark's stuff as I caught a glimpse of the shapes of my Mother, Father and Brother entering the house. When I turned around to give Mark his clothes I was shocked to see he already climbed out of the bedroom window!



What a Guy Won't Do Ch. 08



My son Mark is the Internet sensation The Naked Swimmer. I'm sure by now you already know of his story and of his past . . . um . . . exposures—I guess we're calling them. 

I say Mark's a sensation because his nude photos, which are on a perfectly respectable photographer's website, have received an unbelievable amount of views. 

Amy, the photographer that took the photos, has seen her website crash several times due to too much traffic and she has had to overhaul her site in order to handle the extra viewers! My daughter and I have sort of chided Mark relentlessly about his public displays of nudity. It isn't fair to him, and as his mother I should be ashamed of myself, but we just can't help it. He is so adorable when he is embarrassed and he looks better naked than I could ever have imagined!

Over the past summer Mark has been publicly naked on several occasions, sometimes on purpose sometimes by accident. But once Amy photographed him in the raw and posted the images on her site it seems his nude experiences have come to a halt. 

I have to say I am relieved and a little disappointed. I'm relieved that my son hasn't been put through anymore humiliating encounters, but I also have to admit seeing him bare his nakedness in front of a bunch of women has been something that I have been secretly aroused by. Not that I am attracted to my son, but that I imagine what a thrill it must be for him. I know boys are horny all the time and to see him standing up naked and erect revealing his entire bare body in front of so many sexually aggressive ladies like that . . . wow—I'm flushing!

As for Mark he has been doing nothing but working lately, it seems like that's all he does anymore is work and try to save money. My daughter has moved in with her friend—a girl, and I have a feeling they are more than just friends, but that's her business. So it's just been Mark and me in the house and he has been helping to pay the mortgage. I hate taking money from him, but we need every penny we can get. I want him to save his money for college, but he insists on paying his fair share. 

He is a wonderful son.

Anyway, here is where this story really picks up. One day the phone rang and a woman asked if this was Mark's number and I said yes, she asked if he was the Naked Swimmer and I hesitated. We have had a few calls from weirdos and I wasn't sure if I should hang up or not, but for some reason I didn't. I called Mark and told him what she was asking—his face immediately turned red. He picked up the phone and began talking. I tried to listen in while telling myself I wasn't being nosy—just motherly. I couldn't really understand what was being said, but Mark talked to her for a long time. When he hung up I was hoping he would come right over and tell me what she said, but in typical teenager fashion, he told me he was off to work and would be home for dinner.

It was driving me crazy to know what the story was but I had to wait all day, and all through dinner before he told me.

"So I got that call earlier and I was wanting your input," he said.

"Okay."

"That woman said she was from some Women's magazine and she wanted to interview me about all the stuff that happened over the summer."

"What stuff?" I couldn't resist the chance to tease him.

"About the photos . . . on Amy's site. And all the other stuff."

I smiled and just replied, "Oh."

He sat there thinking—about what I have no idea, but he seemed nervous.

"What does she want to know exactly?"

"I guess she heard about all the reasons I did it—the swim meet, and all that and she wants to just have an interview with, you know . . . The Naked Swimmer."

He blushed a little but there was the hint of a smile.

"She offered me $500 for the interview. I'm thinking of doing it."

My "Mom alarm" went off at that. "Well, what exactly is this magazine? It's not pornographic or anything, is it?"

"No, she said it wasn't. It's "VFM", I think Cindy reads it, you know, it's just one of those magazines about women issues and stuff. The way she explained it, it sounds like the kind of stories you read in the grocery store line. You know all that crap they write, lose 10 pounds in 10 minutes, how to know if he's really interested . . . "

"How to be better in bed?" I asked.

"Yeah, I guess that too. It's kind of like Maxim, of FHM for women. She said what they all say, that my sacrifice for Jill is what women want to read about because they like that I did it for a girl, and all that."

We remained quiet for a moment.

"I would tell her to take a hike, but 500 dollars is a lot and I could really use it."

I wasn't sure I liked this. I am very concerned that at some point Mark will wind up using his body to make money and become some pervert or porn star or something. I do not want that life for my son. Catching him naked in the pool or on Youtube is one thing, but exploiting himself for money is different. In a way I suppose he already has, but that was to raise money for a good cause and then again for college.

"I told her I would think about it, and if I agree she can't give out my real name or personal information—including where we live."

That was smart, I thought. He really is an intelligent person.

"So what do you think?" he asked.

I hesitated a long time, "Well if you think this is a good idea, I trust your judgement."

What a cop-out answer, I thought, but that's how parenting is sometimes.

"I think I'm going to call her and say yes. I need the money and how bad could it really be?" he said. 

And that was that.

And that was that. I told my Mom what my plan was, that I would do the interview and I'd be 500 dollars richer. That's a lot of money for an interview—at least I think it is. 

It's been awhile since I've talked about all this and some stuff has happened that I haven't told you about. I think the last time we left off I was jumping out of Jill's room naked and running through the neighborhood back to my house without a stitch of clothing on. I couldn't believe I was stupid enough to do that, but I panicked and if Jill's dad saw what I was doing to his daughter I wouldn't have to worry about anyone seeing my dick again, because I wouldn't have one! 

Surprisingly I made it through the patch of woods between Jill's house and mine. While I was running I am embarrassed to admit I blew my wad. Come on, give me a break, I was all backed up when her parents came home and I've been hard as a rock since. I guess the stress and running sealed the deal and I unloaded into the condom. Without thinking I whipped it off and dropped it on the ground. I know, I polluted in the forest. I feel bad about that, but I wasn't thinking straight. I used to wonder how people's condoms ended up in the woods and the side of the street—now I know!

So I came to the edge of the woods (after cumming in the woods!) and I ran down the street and into my own backyard without being seen. I figured my luck had really changed and I was relieved beyond belief. All I could picture was some old lady in the neighborhood calling the cops and I'd end up in the pokey with Jethro-the-Horse-Raping-Hillbilly and I . . . I don't even want to think about that.

Anyway, like I said, I made it all the way back to my home and I snuck around into the backyard only to find my sister lying out in the sun. She was on her back wearing sunglasses, but from what I could tell she was asleep from the way her mouth hung slightly open. I slowly opened the gate, making sure not make any noise. I kept a close eye on her to see if she reacted in any way. With the sunglasses on she may very well be looking right at my throbbing cock for all I knew. She didn't move. I have to say I am ashamed to admit I glanced at her bikini-clad body and . . . WOW! . . . she is going to make some girl very happy!

As I passed her I could see she really was asleep and I was in the clear. I quietly made my way to the kitchen door and entered the house. Just then the front doorknob started to turn and open—my Mom was home! And my Aunt was with her! I ran faster than I ever have in my life to close the distance to the stairs before they got all the way into the room. I made it, I ran up the stairs and into my room without being seen by a soul! I couldn't believe my luck. 

For the first time in a long time nobody had caught me in a nude situation and I was ecstatic!

Or was I? 

As I fell onto my bed, completely bare ass, staring up at the ceiling I felt a strange sensation of relief mixed with disappointment. 

Could it be possible that I wanted to get caught? Why would that be? How could that be?

It made no sense. It had to be just some strange feelings being released by all the horniness and panic that was flowing through me. My dick, on the other hand, couldn't be harder if it was petrified. I looked down at it and watched the head looking back at me and pulsing with the thoughts of women looking at me naked and possibly touching me. Thoughts of Jill's soft naked tender flesh, her breasts in my hands, my own naked dick swinging around in the sunlight as I ran through the neighborhood, Cindy lying half nude by the pool—all of it! It was too much for me. I grabbed my crank and stroked it harder than I ever have before. My bedroom door was slightly open and I just wanted my sexy young Aunt—my Mom's Brother's wife—in case you were wondering, to walk by and see me rubbing my convulsing cock and covering my gut in my own hot cum!

What the fuck is wrong with me! I guess I'm just 18 and I'm just inexplicably and unapologetically horny!

That was the last of my nude experience. At least for awhile.

Since then I have had some serious sexual fantasies about being stripped and deprived of all clothing by women as they touch and fondle every part of my naked body—pleasuring me and making me pleasure them. 

Jill and I have kind of cooled off sexually. After we almost got caught in her room she kind of panicked and said she wanted to ease off the sexual stuff. I think she freaked herself out that day because she opened some door in herself she wasn't ready to deal with. But I love her more than any girl I have ever known and I will wait till the end of time for her. 

Let's face it—I've been spanking it for years and I'm pretty great at it. 

Anytime I can spend with Jill is pure magic and as far as my dick goes, my hand gets the job done!

I called the interview woman, her name is Kelly, and told her I would do the interview under the provisions that my name and location wouldn't be used—even though it wouldn't take any effort to figure that information out, I figure why advertise it? She said she would come to my house and do the interview here and she sounded really hot over the phone, but in a nice way, if that makes any sense.

That night I was in bed staring into the darkness as usual and thinking about starting up all this naked business again, I wasn't really into it, I am still very uncomfortable with the whole thing, but I agreed and there was no turning back now. 

I thought about Jill, about how she looked that first time I accidentally saw her naked. I thought back to how I had reached my decision to expose myself to the world right here in this very bed—whether I knew it at the time or not.

I don't remember falling asleep, but who ever does? I had the absolute most bizarre dream of all time that night. I think Freud would have gone into early retirement over this one—anyway, you be the judge:

I dreamt that I was walking through forest; I felt like I was heading toward something very important, but I wasn't sure what it was—although in the dream I feel like I did know. I walked past a totally hot girl who was leaning up against a tree, her clothes torn and disheveled, she looked like she had either been beaten badly, or just had the single most awesome experience in her life. As I continued walking I passed more and more women in the same state of . . . euphoria? 

By the way, many of these girls were completely nude—and totally hot—this was MY dream after all! 

I came to a clearing and found Jill. Her clothes were torn and she was holding her top with her arm across her breasts keeping them covered just barely. I looked down and saw her cleavage glistening in the sun and I became totally aroused—but in the dream I also seemed angry. I grabbed her and asked what happened. She didn't answer me, but she had a look of exhaustion (ecstasy?) on her face. I held her to me and I was very upset, I just didn't know why. 

I should point out that this was one of those dreams where you can feel everything. I felt her barely covered breasts pressing against me, I felt how soft and warm her skin was and I felt the kiss I planted on her. I could actually feel her tongue in my mouth! I love those kind of dreams.

I always wondered what I was actually doing in real life while having a dream like this. As I'm sucking her tongue in my dream, am I really putting my pillow in my mouth while lying in bed? Anyway, back to the dream.

I knew there was something I had to do. I sat Jill down and told her to rest. I continued on and ran into my Mom and Sister who were in the same state as the others. This really pissed me off in the dream and I began running. I heard all these women suddenly yelling for me to stay, not to into the bog, but I didn't listen. I suddenly had the feeling that I was a knight going to slay the dragon that had ravished these women that I loved!

I ran into the bog, the muddy water going up to my knees. I looked around. After struggling through the muck I realized I was in the lake that I used to go to as a kid, but in the dream I was Sir Mark-a-lot, protector of women and beast-slayer forging through the enchanted bogs of . . . whatever!

For some reason I felt that because I was a man I was immune to whatever had gotten to these women—that as a man it wouldn't affect me the same way. 

I'm stupid!

I stood motionless, waiting, watching. I looked back and saw all the women gathering on the shore looking at me. They seemed to have returned to their normal selves—clothed and contemporary—and they were watching me as if I was about to receive a great gift—or maybe I was the gift!

I decided the creature wasn't going to show itself, so I turned back toward the women when I realized I couldn't move. I tried to pull my feet out of the water, but I couldn't. Something had wrapped around my ankles. I reached down and felt something slimy and smooth. I knew immediately that I was in big trouble. I looked back at the women and suddenly I felt like I was a little kid again, crying for Mommy! My mom, however, just smiled back at me with . . . pride?

Slimy tentacles slid their way out of the water and wrapped tighter around my legs. I tried to run, to pull away, but there was no escape! I was lifted out of the water and held about 10 feet in the air by giant tentacles. More of them shot out of the water and wrapped around my wrists, pulling my arms out to the sides. All I could think of was that old commercial for Stretch Armstrong, or whatever that thing was, I thought it was going to pull me apart like a turkey's wishbone. 

Then I realized it was a different kind of bone that was about to be pulled! 

More tentacles began sliding their way up under the cuffs of my pants, ripping them open as they went. Other tentacles pulled my shirt away from my body then tore my jeans off.

I was now hanging in mid air in front of about 100 women, most of them hot supermodel types, but also Jill, my Mom, my Sister, a few Aunts, even some teachers from the past, and I was only wearing my underwear—which I knew wasn't going to last. The tentacles rubbed themselves all over my body leaving a trail of slime, or possibly lube? I was covered in the stuff. They extended far from the water right at the shoreline lowering me in front of all the female spectators. Their eyes examining every square inch of me!

I looked down and saw my penis tenting up from my underwear, the shape of it very clear through the wet fabric. Every time a tentacle glided over my wiener I throbbed even harder!

"Help me, please" I said to my Mom and she leaned forward as if to grab my hand. Instead she grabbed my underwear and tore them away from my body!

I was left nude, wet, and slimed with a raging hard-on. I looked down at my own nakedness and watched as a tentacle wrapped around the head of my dick and started sucking. My legs were pulled apart and two more tentacles slid up between my legs and sucked onto my balls. I can't even explain the sensation of being sucked off by these things while 100 women watched. I was brought to the brink of the greatest orgasm any human has ever experienced and I let go. 

Now, this being a dream, I literally ejaculated about four gallons of sperm out of my penis! I just kept blowing it out like a fire hose! The ladies all viewed this with incredible arousal! 

The orgasm seized my entire body and I went into a spasmodic convulsion of mind-blowing ecstasy! 

I was exhausted. I was spent. The tentacles let me go and I dropped into the shallow water. A large number of female hands washed my body clean and I was lifted by the women and carried to a place of honor. 

They gently lay me onto a picnic table and all 100 of them walked by me and looked at my nude, endorphin-enriched body. Many of them took the time to grab my flaccid penis and play with it, some kneaded my balls, some tickled my abs, and simply touched my cheek with gentle kindness.

Finally, Jill came to me. She smiled and the sight of her beauty, her smile that would put the greatest sunset to shame, gave me a feeling of warmth I have never felt before.

She kissed me. 

Her lips were so soft, so smooth. She placed her hand on my chest and I heard the other women applaud. At first I thought they were applauding out admiration for our love, then I realized they were applauding because my erection had returned. The beast was unable to rob me of my love and horniness for one woman on the Earth—Jill Bergman. Her kiss had "awoken me" just like in a fairy tale. 

My energy had returned and I proudly stood up in front of everyone with my dick sticking straight up in defiance! I proudly pointed it toward the bog / lake and the tentacled beast from underneath screamed and died. The women cheered me.

My wiener had conquered the day!

When I woke up I had blown my wad into my underwear and they had practically glued themselves to my leg!

There's nothing like being 18!

Like I said, I can't imagine what that dream could possibly have meant—other than the obvious, but it was both disturbing and totally hot.

I had three more days before I was going to meet Kelly and be interviewed about my nudity. I was apprehensive (which I think is what the dream was all about) but I also felt confident that as long as I have these women in my life—my Mom, my Sister, and my beloved Jill, then there was nothing I couldn't conquer.

And as usual, I had no idea what was in store for me . . .



What a Guy Won't Do Ch. 09



THE NAKED SWIMMER INTERVIEW

This is a rough draft. This is not the article as submitted to VFM magazine—however it is my original draft with all the extraneous details I normally wouldn't include in a magazine article. However, I felt that I am on to an amazing story here and I want a record of every thought and note taken down during this interview, as I believe it will be worthwhile in the future.

Kelly Sanford

*

As I approached the home of "The Naked Swimmer" I began to see the heart of my story before ever meeting my subject. A small suburban home in small suburbia. This place conjures images of Norman Rockwell, Beaver Cleaver, and what I have always referred to as the American Daydream i.e., a nice place, but not too nice. 

Granted I am a big city-girl and I have always been surrounded by people who look down on the suburban lifestyle, but it has always held a warm place in my heart as the kind of area I wish I had growing up and could retreat to now. 

These are nice people living nice lives.

All the better for my story, for behind the doors of one of these many similarly styled homes lives a young man who has been exposed to the world—and I mean that literally—he has appeared completely nude in public many times!

Now what's so interesting about a naked man in public you ask? Well, the fact that he is probably the most shy male I have ever met and that he has laid bare his entire body for the simple-yet-complicated love of a girl—that's what makes this story so interesting. I am not talking about a perverted frat boy that likes pulling it out for shock value, but a nice, bashful, good-natured young man, who, in an effort to understand what female objectification is all about, bared his nude body to the world.

Just search "The Naked Swimmer" online and you will find several videos that will explain the whole thing. The swim-meet, the Autism Charity fund raising, helping a local photographer start up her website (by the way, her site has had to undergo several new servers in order to keep up with the internet traffic coming her way once word got out about this man's appearance.)

This is where my story lies. It's not a big deal that a guy has exposed himself in public—as many women know, all too often any guy will be glad to show his manhood and it is usually more of a problem getting guys to keep it in their pants. Where this man is different is in his humility, I believe, and in the chivalrous reasons that he decided to drop trough.

I knocked on his door and his mother answered, yes, ladies, he still lives at home with mom. I should mention that he is only 18 years old and recently graduated high school, he plans to go to college soon—when he can earn enough money, that is, and in this economy it may be awhile before that happens.

As soon as the door opened I met his lovely mother, a woman of grace, courtesy and with a kindness in her eyes. This wonderful woman raised Mark a.k.a. The Naked Swimmer and his older sister (whom I have not met), but I understand she too, has been a strong influence on his life.

Influential women raise strong men. I very much believe that.

Then I met him. 

Of course I had watched all the Internet videos of this young man, and looked over all of his nude photos online (for research, of course!) but I was not prepared for what I saw. He is very attractive in the most ordinary way. He is not the cover of a romance novel, but by every means he is the epitome of the kind of boy a bored housewife lusts after while he mows her lawn or cleans her pool. 

He is strong and tall, with the same kindness in his eyes as his mother and with the personality of a boy caught in the very middle of becoming a man. He was dressed casually, but nicer than most boys in his age group—I feel like he was dressed for the interview (a custom I wish more of my interviewees would endure).

He asked where I would like to do the interview and I suggested near the pool—it seemed appropriate.

We sat by the pool and made some small talk while I set up. He is a very polite and considerate young man, but I could see the rosy spots on his cheeks and realized he may be doing this interview with great trepidation. I tried to get him to relax as best I could, but soon saw that this was useless so I began:

KELLY: That first time . . . you jump off the diving board and hit the water. Next thing you come out of the water nude pretending, as we later learn, not to realize you're naked. I want to know what happened while you were underwater. What did you feel? What were you thinking?

NS: I felt nervous. I felt like my own skin was going to rip off and run away from me. But it wasn't in that exact moment that I knew what I was going to do. I think I made my decision the night before—without realizing it, of course—but as I was in bed I just kept seeing Jill's face over and over telling me that I didn't understand what it was like to be exposed like she had been and to be seen as an object. And, I guess I just figured, I'd do it too and then we'd both know. It would be something we would both understand and share . . . together.

KELLY: I noticed during that video, which I watched several times from quite a few different angles (he blushes—a lot!) that you became quite excited, was the experience sexual for you?

NS: No, it was humiliating. I don't know how to explain it because whenever someone feels vulnerable they always say they felt exposed or naked, so then how do you describe feeling vulnerable BECAUSE you are exposed and naked!

KELLY: Understood, but the erection?

His eyes dart around for anything to focus on.

NS: I'm a guy. It doesn't take much.

KELLY: But I watched the video extensively and I must say you didn't become hard until about halfway through. It seemed like you, or should I say—IT, reacted to the crowd reacting to your nudity. Is that fair?

NS: I don't . . .

(His face lights up like a Christmas tree.)

KELLY: I suppose one would argue that with the forethought that you were going to stand naked in front of this crowd that there were, at least on some level, a touch of eroticism to this act. Do you enjoy showing your penis?

NS: No. Not at all! I'm not an exhibitionist at all.

KELLY: And yet you're smiling!

(We both laugh.)

KELLY: Okay, I'll let you off the hook, for now. Tell me about your girlfriend.

(His eyes light up brighter than his face this time.)

NS: She is the most fantastic girl I have ever known. I've been in love with her for as long as I can remember. She is smart, funny, nice, interesting . . .

KELLY: Beautiful?

NS: Gorgeous!

KELLY: I notice you didn't say beautiful or sexy first. Most guys begin with how a woman looks not how she is.

(He looks like he got the wrong answer on a game show.)

KELLY: I'm not saying that as criticism, I think that's lovely. I think it speaks to your character that you did that. I get the sense that you respect women.

NS: Sure. More than anything.

KELLY: Why? What do you like about women?

NS: Everything. Women are . . . they are the most spectacular things on the planet. To have the softness and gentleness they have as well as the pure strength—strength of character, I mean . . . there's just nothing better than a woman. Not all of them, of course, some are horrible. But a REAL woman, you know . . . kind, gentle, sweet, innocent, strong, smart, caring, tough, the will they have. I think their soft cuddliness is equaled by their pure strength of will.

KELLY: You like strong women?

NS: Well, I don't want some weight-lifting chick to beat me up or anything, when I say 'strong' I'm talking about character not physical strength and certainly not the "I am woman" crap, but the REAL thing, you know, REAL women.

KELLY: I suppose you have your mom to thank for that?

NS: My mom is the best!

KELLY: How did you feel knowing that she would see you naked? Are you an open family? When was the last time your mom saw your nude body?

NS: I think I was more embarrassed by her and my sister seeing me than anyone else. No, we are not an open family, at least not that way anyway. Before the swim meet I don't think she had seen me naked since I was really young. As you probably figured out, I am kind of shy. I used to leave my shirt on when we went swimming at the beach or pool. I always got dressed in the bathroom after my shower because I was afraid of being seen with only a towel on! 

KELLY: But you were on the swim team! How did that come up?

NS: I like swimming, I love water. I hesitated to join the team for years because I didn't have the courage to wear a speedo in front of people. It took every ounce of willpower I had that first day I had to get up on the board in only a speedo in front of everyone. I actually asked my mom not to attend the meets because I was shy being seen with that little amount of clothing on. But, of course, she said I was being stupid and she never missed a meet.

KELLY: Are you ashamed of your body?

NS: No. I'm just really uncomfortable with baring it for some reason.

KELLY: Do you masturbate a lot?

(He sat there stunned like a deer in headlights, his face on fire yet again.)

KELLY: The reason I ask is because I believe that often when a man masturbates extensively, he tends to sexualize everything and perhaps you view taking your shirt off as a sexual act, rather than just taking your shirt off. You have been raised in a household of women, after all, where taking ones shirt off is verboten, and so perhaps you internalized that?

NS: Maybe. But I don't think I . . . you know . . . take care of things, more than anyone else. I am 18, I mean . . . you know . . . I'm 18!

KELLY: So you do it A LOT!

(We both laugh.)

NS: I think I do it the normal amount of time.

(I couldn't help but notice; as he tried to evade the word masturbation, he allowed his eyes to look right at my breasts.)

KELLY: So what did your mom say to you after the meet?

NS: I avoided her as long as I could. But she was cool with it; she said it happened and we should try to forget it. And that I shouldn't let it bother me. She was very Mom-like.

KELLY: She didn't know you did it on purpose?

NS: Not then no. I was hoping to just keep that a secret for the rest of my life.

KELLY: Well it seems in your life there are very few secrets!

NS: It would seem that way, yes.

KELLY: Now the second time you to came to bare yourself in front of a crowd was at a fair? How did that come about?

NS: Jill was trying to raise money for Autism and we weren't doing well enough. Some women that were there seemed to know I was the so-called 'Naked Swimmer' and I figured it was a good way to raise money. So I did it.

KELLY: I have seen several photos taken that night too, many people have posted the shots online (I produced several copies I had made and laid them out before him—pictures of him standing among the crowd with his penis at full attention) and I see you have quite a hard-on in all of them. 

(His face blushed again, but this time I saw defiance in him. His eyes stayed on mine and his smile broadened.)

NS: Yes, I do.

KELLY: It's quite lovely.

(I looked down as his nude photos and examined them there while he watched me. I must confess I found this boy to be very attractive and I couldn't help but play with him a little!)

(When I looked back up at him his was looking into my eyes with a devilish grin.)

NS: Thank you. I have come to realize that women like looking at naked men as much as men like looking at women.

KELLY: That is true.

NS: I also believe that women are much more aggressive with a naked guy than a man would ever be with a naked woman—at least in a similar situation.

KELLY: Why do you think that is?

NS: I don't know—safety in numbers? Maybe because women have the upper hand, or because they are more in control of their bodies. You can sit there and be aroused by looking at a naked penis . . .

(He makes strong eye contact at the word penis, although his blushing face betrays him, I see the person who gets nude in public underneath.)

NS: . . . but there are no obvious signs . . . 

KELLY: On the other hand, you can't hide your arousal!

(I say as my eyes look down at his crotch. He adjusts in his seat realizing he just gave himself away and the man returns to a boy.)

KELLY: You said women have the upper hand, what did you mean?

NS: Women control us with their every move. Everything a guy does he does to please women, to be accepted by them.

KELLY: You don't think women do the same for men?

NS: To an extent, sure. But in the old days a caveman saw a girl he liked bending over at the waterhole and he took what he wanted. Now, a guy has to jump through hoops just to get a girl to look at him. I just think there has been a shift in how men and women act.

KELLY: You are wise beyond your years. 

NS: If it were my sister that was exposed at a swim meet it would have been like a funeral around here, but because it was me it was a comedy act. I'm not complaining about that, but it's just how it is. A woman's body is beautiful a man's body is—funny apparently!

KELLY: It can be beautiful too. Just look at these pictures of you. (I lay the posed photographs from Amy's Photography out in front of him.) There is real beauty there. The penis is an amazing thing. It's strong, mighty. Look at your penis! Just look at it. It's beautiful!

NS: I like it don't get me wrong. It's one of my favorite things!

KELLY: And you like showing it to women. Admit it.

NS: I can't.

KELLY: Why?

NS: Because it's not really true. It's embarrassing. You have nude photos of me sitting on the table in front of us. You keep looking at pictures of my penis, my balls, and my butt-—every part of naked body, and it's humiliating.

KELLY: From the bulge in your pants it doesn't look like you are humiliated. You look very aroused. That throbbing cock of yours is screaming to come out right now isn't it?

(He backed down and I knew I had gone too far.)

KELLY: Okay, let's stop for a minute. I'm sorry, that wasn't very professional of me.

(We tried to compose ourselves. I think, it was my turn to blush)

KELLY: I'm sorry. I have to admit I have been baiting you a little trying to see if that shyness thing was an angle or not. And, since you have been very straightforward with me I will be honest with you; I find you to be quite adorable. Looking at photos of your bare body is very arousing and looking at them in front of you is even more stimulating than I would have thought.

(To my surprise he didn't ask me to leave, but instead he became the interviewer.)

NS: You are aroused at looking at me naked in the pictures?

KELLY: Yes.

NS: But how would you feel if it were I looking at naked pictures of you?

KELLY: I would be very uncomfortable. Feeling very exposed. But be honest, haven't you been picturing me naked since we sat down?

He hesitates then humbly replies.

NS: Yes.

KELLY: When you look at women you look at their bodies. You wonder what they look like naked. This has been the case since people started wearing clothes. I've always believed that men invented clothing so they could try to get women to take them off! Now it's our turn. Things have shifted as you said there has been a revolution and it's time men started accepting that we wonder what they look like naked as well.

NS: But from what I understand women don't think about sex all the time like we do. I look at a woman and I picture her naked, yes, but do you really look at all guys and wonder what they have going on underneath?

KELLY: Not all guys, no. But some. (I pick up a fan favorite from Amy's Photography and study it. It shows him standing before a faceless girl in a lake completely naked with his erect penis standing tall and proud, he is wet, his skin is shining in the bright sunlight. His testicles hang low—full of masculine lust brimming to burst forth.) I think this picture expresses men in their most naked form—if you will pardon the pun. It shows a man as he truly is, proud, strong, vibrant, sexual, predatory, and yet there is also humanity, humility, a youthful shyness and I think that's the key. You, unlike many other men, have humility about your body, about your masculinity. You don't realize what you have there and that is very attractive to a woman.

(He considers this and we look into one another for a long moment.)

KELLY: I would love to have sex with a guy like you.

(Completely unprofessional! But I must confess I was overcome with a desire to throw him on the ground strip him nude and take him into me! I am not sure if I will included this part in the published article, but it's the absolute truth!)

KELLY: That is to say WOMEN would love to have sex with a guy like you. The penis can be a beautiful thing, but it is more beautiful depending on whom it is attached to. When an exquisite penis is on an exquisite man it is a very lustful, visceral thing.

(There is another long pause between us.)

NS: I'm not sure what to say about all that!

(He laughs nervously. I try to get this interview back on track—I have been very naughty and I know it, there is just something about this boy!)

KELLY: Before you told me your Mom is a huge influence on you, do you mind if we bring her in here to talk?

(He is hesitant, but agrees. His Mother sits with us by the pool and we chat to warm up a little. Once we feel a little comfortable I begin.)

KELLY: So tell me about the swim meet. You are watching your son compete in a dive contest and next thing you know he pulls himself out of the water and there he is in all his glory! What went through your mind?

MOM: I was devastated for him. It took a minute for me to realize what I was looking at! You know—you kind of go into shock. He didn't seem to notice he was naked and I was overcome with the need to run down there and cover him and take him home—but I fought it. I think that would have been even more humiliating for him! That's all he needed was Mommy running down there to save him!

KELLY: Later he confessed that he exposed himself on purpose—then what did you think?

MOM: Shock. Again I was shocked, but when he explained why he did it I understood and I think I felt more proud of him than I had ever been before. It was quite a moment!

KELLY: Then he stripped buck naked in front of a crowd to raise money. Again you were present. I wonder what goes through a Mother's mind when she watches her only son strip nude before a crowd?

MOM: Well, I . . . uh . . . again, he did it for a good cause, it's not like it was a perverted act, or anything. He was just going to be naked; it wasn't sexual. I trust him. When he announced he would take his clothes off I was terrified FOR him, but he seemed confident and he believed in what he was doing, so I supported him.

NS: Let's face it, Mom, you did more than support it!

MOM: What do you mean?

NS: You could have stopped it. You could have told everyone that you wouldn't let me do it and sent everyone home but instead, you said . . . what was it?

(She smiles and blushes just like her son.)

MOM: I said you should do it.

NS: No, you said 'Let's raise some cash and strip this boy naked'!

(We all laugh.)

MOM: Well I was caught up in the moment. But I had faith in you . . . 

NS: 'Let's raise some cash . . . and . . . STRIP THIS BOY NAKED!'

MOM: Well, I just . . . 

NS: Your only son . . .

MOM: It's not like . . .

NS: 'STRIP THIS BOY NAKED!'

MOM: It was your idea, Pal! 

NS: I'm just saying, you could have bailed me out, but instead you made me take all my clothes off in front of one hundred screaming women.

MOM: It was for charity! At some point the Mama bird has to let her babies fly out of the nest and that was our moment. You flew and became a man in that moment and I wouldn't change it for anything in the world.




What a Guy Won't Do Ch. 09



(They look at each other and laugh.)

MOM: Besides it's just a wiener.

NS: Yeah, but it's MY wiener. 

KELLY: What did your sister think?

NS: She reacted pretty much the same way. She and Mom give me unconditional support in life, but when it comes to me being naked they seem to enjoy it a little too much. There is something about a guy being put in that vulnerable position that makes women go wild! You would think they would be horrified, embarrassed, or disgusted, but instead they just seem to think it is hysterically funny!

KELLY: Why is your son's nudity funny?

MOM: I don't know. I guess because it is harmless fun. And because I know how hard it is for him. 

(I don't acknowledge the unintended pun)

MOM: I know that it has to be scary yet thrilling for him.

KELLY: Well I must say that I appreciate the interview and I find you both absolutely lovely people and I know out mostly female readership has enjoyed the wonderful photography you have given the world.

They both thank me and I shut off the recorder. I ask Mark is he would take a picture with me for the article and he agrees. I know this is wrong, but I can't help myself—I ask him if he would be willing to stand next to me naked covering his genitals for the photo, but he says 'No!' I try to plead with him, but he is totally reluctant. I ask if he would get in the pool and pull his shorts down enough to make it look like he is naked and he tells me "Only if you get naked in the pool with me!" At that point his Mother says "Mark!" and we all laugh.

He asks his mother why she didn't scold me when I asked him to be nude, but she scolds him when he asks me.

And that is the heart of this article. I don't think we answered as many questions as we asked, but there does seem to be something to the difference between male and female nudity. Throughout history, art, photography, film, and social mores there has always been a distinction between male/female nudity, but with the days of near equality upon us one must ask if there is a shift occurring that may change the way men are looked at in the future.

This reporter certainly hopes so!

An important follow up:

I had contacted Amy of Amy's Photography to get permission to reprint some of her pictures for my article and she gave me some important news. Mark has agreed to pose for her yet again, for a calendar about his experiences. Apparently the theme will be each month will feature a naked photo of him recreating his nude appearances with a short paragraph describing the experiences in his own words. She asked me if I would be willing to pose with him for one photo where he would be depicted as nude while being interviewed by me! I told her wild zombies couldn't keep me away. I have a feeling I will be writing another article about this naked boy yet again, only this time with a first hand experience!