Oz Beach Boy...nude Calendar Star!

AUTHOR'S NOTES:

This is an entry in the

Literotica Nude Day Story Contest 2024

, so I'd really appreciate it if you could take the time to leave a score.

This story sees my recurring character Matt (a muscular, well-hung, twenty-something male exhibitionist) being photographed across a number of shoots for his very own full frontal nude calendar.

This story features CFNM, body worship, voyeurism, solo masturbation, very mild femdom, performative masturbation, fellatio, cunnilingus and sex scenes. This is a complete work of fiction. All characters are over eighteen.

I am endeavouring to gradually write a CFNM "Oz Beach Boy" story in every Literotica category. This entry: "Exhibitionist & Voyeur".

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The Nude Calendar...Matt receives an offer he can't refuse...

It was a mild winter day in Sydney, Australia. I was in shock...I'd just been asked to star in my very own nude calendar.

"It'll be our best seller for 2025, I'm sure of it," said Michelle Grant, the chief creative officer at Harrington Press Publishing.

"Really?" I asked. "I thought nude calendars only worked as charity stunts these days."

"Well, we'd like a charity element too," Michelle said quickly, her big blue eyes sparkling with excitement. "Fifty per cent of all money earned can go to the charity of your choice."

"Motor neurone disease studies," I said immediately, picking the condition sadly suffered by the mother of my still-cherished ex-girlfriend, Odessa Prince.

"Done," Michelle responded. "Look, our calendar sales are down, no doubt about it. But twelve images of you in the nude will have women reaching for their credit cards, trust me."

"Really?" I asked bashfully.

"You're the Very Sexy Santa!" Michelle exclaimed loudly. "One naked photo of you went completely viral...imagine what twelve will do! The Very Sexy Santa was huge, pardon the pun...even Mariah Carey was talking about you!"

"That's true," I responded. "It did get pretty crazy for a while there."

"I'd like this calendar to be called The Very Sexy Santa All Year Round," Michelle continued. "You'll be a hit all over again!"

Indeed, the previous Christmas, a full-frontal nude photo of me with my face hidden in sunglasses, a Santa hat and Santa beard went viral around the world, and, for a time, I gained a little bizarre anonymous fame as the ridiculously named Very Sexy Santa [See Story: "Oz Beach Boy Vs Mariah Xmas Carey"]

The Santa hat and Santa beard had afforded me something of a disguise, but I'd been recognised a few times since, particularly by various lovers. My friends, Jackson Monteith and Cole Kinkade, had given me good-natured hell about it. My one-time foster sister, Darby Hamilton, thought it was absolutely hilarious and ribbed me constantly. It was a pain in the arse.

Even for me, the whole experience was completely and utterly bizarre and profoundly mind-blowing. I have had what could safely be described as a truly off-the-wall sex life, and being the Very Sexy Santa was its hot, seamy, whacked-out pinnacle of weirdness.

I'm nearly always up for sex or anything sex adjacent. Though not officially diagnosed, I'm pretty much a raging sex addict. I'm a narcissistic Aussie male exhibitionist in my twenties who loves getting nude, preferably with women watching me. I spend hours training to get my body as ripped and muscular as I can, principally to attract as much female attention as possible.

I like to show off and put myself in potentially sexy situations whenever I can, particularly around Sydney's many beaches and secluded coastal bays. I also frequently stroll around at night on busy weekends looking for action wherever I can find it. I am constantly horny, and I've enjoyed a lot of kinky hook-ups in my time. [See Story: "Oz Beach Boy's Exhibitionism Essay"]

Nearly every day, I also thank the universe -- and my supremely well-hung American porn actor, bank robber, convict father [See Story: "Oz Beach Boy Looks For His Father"] -- for blessing me with an enormous penis, which has certainly aided me in my very kinky run of sexual escapades.

"I'd like the images to be very masculine, but also a lot of fun," Michelle said, continuing her pitch. "We'll do a theme to tie in with each month, and we'll use the 'nice' Very Sexy Santa photo as the on-shelf calendar cover...the one where we can just see your bum. Whoever took those two incredible photos made them available for free use, so we can just go for it with that pic. That'll get the eyeballs and stoke the interest."

"With the Very Sexy Santa photos, you couldn't really tell it was me because of the Santa beard and sunglasses," I said, looking absent-mindedly around Michelle's stylishly appointed office. "I don't think I really want to be 'out there', so to speak, as a nude celebrity. I won't be able to deny it's me if my face and penis are all over a nude calendar."

"Yes, you will," Michelle shot back quickly. "The air of anonymity was part of the appeal of the Very Sexy Santa. We want to maintain the mystery. We'll obscure your face by various means during the photo shoots, and you'll have final approval of all the images. It's all in the contract, Matt."

"Wow, you've got this all sorted out, huh?" I asked with a smile.

"Every angle, Matt," Michelle said quickly. "I'm good at my job. I know calendars aren't as popular as they used to be, but I love them, Matt, and I want to keep them alive. I think you in the nude could help."

"Okay," I said, warming to the idea. "Tell me more..."

"My concept is to publish two calendars," Michelle explained. "In line with the 'naughty' and 'nice' Very Sexy Santa images that went viral, one calendar will feature raunchy, full-frontal nude photos of you, while the other will feature more coy photos of you from behind, and with your leg raised to hide your penis, that sort of thing. Do you like it?"

"That's a good idea," I replied. "Something for everyone."

"Not the lesbians!" Michelle said with a big laugh. "Nothing for them!"

"They could use the nude calendar as a dart board," I said jokingly, and Michelle laughed.

"They could aim for your penis," Michelle shot back, "but it's too easy a target."

"Very funny," I said with a smile.

"You'll be paid well, and we'll donate to your charity too," Michelle said confidently, continuing her very strong pitch. "Ingrid Hansson will shoot it...she does all our personality calendars and book cover photography. She's one of the best."

"A female photographer?" I asked, internally jumping for joy over this development.

"Yes...is that okay?" Michelle asked. "Ingrid's wonderful, a real pro. She uses an all-female crew too, come to think of it. I didn't think you'd be shy. I mean, we've all seen your penis."

"No, no... that's fine," I responded, now even happier. "I'm sure I'll get used to it."

"Ingrid and the girls will make sure you're comfortable," Michelle said casually, and slid a contract across her desk to me. "I think it will be fun...for all of you."

I picked the stapled papers up, and then read through them carefully. It all looked pretty good to me. I was guaranteed protection and final approval. No extra shots could be published without my approval, and all the women on the crew would sign contracts forbidding them from revealing my identity. I was satisfied I would be okay.

As I read carefully through the pages of contracts, I could sense the very, very attractive Michelle Grant looking me up and down the whole time. The blonde, blue eyed, busty forty-something even licked her thin, red-painted lips at one point.

"Oh, how did you get my details, by the way?" I asked as I read. "They're not there on the website. How did you fine me?"

"Abbie Chatfield," Michelle answered immediately. "I know her. I've been trying to get her to do a bikini calendar for years. I knew you were on her radio show and then her podcast as the Very Sexy Santa. Boom! She gave you up!"

"That's cool," I said. "I love Abbie. She's great."

I did indeed have a curious kind of friendship with TV star, podcaster, influencer and all-round media major player Abbie Chatfield. I'd been on air a number of times with the gorgeous TV personality, and we'd even had sex in a supply closet. I was okay with her giving me up as the Very Sexy Santa...it looked like it might even pay off okay.

This was looking more and more like a great opportunity with every new development. A couple of weeks of nude photo shoots with a female photographer and an all-female crew? A legitimate, aboveboard opportunity to display my nude body to multiple women that didn't involve me dancing? A nice pay cheque, and the chance to do something worthwhile for a deserving charity?

"Okay," I said with a big smile, and then signed my name at the bottom of the contract, "I'm in...I can't quite believe it, but it looks like I'm going to be the star of my own nude calendar."

"How about we really seal the deal," Michelle Grant said, paused suggestively, and then gave me a very, very wicked smile, "with a blow-job?"

"That would be amazing," I said, trying to remain calm...and so began my journey into the very sexy world of full-frontal male nude modelling.

Mr. January...And Photographer & Creative Director Ingrid Hansson

"Okay, Matt," Ingrid Hansson said in her lilting, slight Swedish accent, which still remained even after she had lived in Australia for over thirty years. "Take off all your clothes please."

"Right here?" Matt asked.

"Yes, Matt," Ingrid replied. "Right here."

Standing on the sand of Little Congwong Beach, Matt smiled warmly at Ingrid and then pulled his t-shirt up over his deeply ridged abdomen and marbled chest, and then right off over his head, slightly mussing his longish, sandy brown hair. Matt rolled the t-shirt down his muscular arms and then tossed it on top of his gym bag, which sat amongst a pile of other belongings on the sand.

Matt had actually suggested the shoot at Little Congwong Beach, and it had turned out to be a great idea. Though a busy nude beach in summer, it was almost completely deserted on this mild winter day. Matt would be able to get naked with no issues, and Ingrid and her crew had the beach pretty much all to themselves, giving them plenty of room to move during the shoot.

As Ingrid watched casually, Matt undid the button of his tight denim jeans, and then quickly unzipped them. The handsome young man kicked off his trainers, pulled off his socks, and then wrenched his jeans down his legs. Matt pulled his jeans off over his bare feet awkwardly, bouncing up and down on his right foot for a few beats, and then tossed them over with his t-shirt and bag.

51-year-old Ingrid Hansson had been doing freelance photographic work for Harrington Press Publishing for over ten years, and the company's calendar shoots were among her favourites. They really allowed the veteran shooter to experiment and express herself creatively...and projects like this also allowed her to ogle handsome naked young men, which she loved.

Though not a voyeur, Ingrid's photographer's eye was particularly attuned to the beauty of the physical body, and she did like to luxuriate in the sight of physically fit and aesthetically pleasing young men. Ingrid's favourite calendar project of all time had been 2019's "Beach Bums", which was basically just twelve "tasteful" images (that is, no visible penises) of twelve different nude men on various beaches.

The Swedish expat had a wonderful time on the "Beach Bums" shoot (even having sex with two of the male models), but none of her photographic subjects on that project even came close to the level of physical beauty of Matt. He had the face of a movie star and the body of a Greek Olympian, sculpted right down to the finest muscular detail. Matt was as close to a perfect man as Ingrid had ever seen.

As Matt stood on the beach in just his black, fitted Calvin Klein boxers, Ingrid saw all of the women in her crew unashamedly checking out the young hunk's amazing body. Sure, they'd all seen

everything

Matt had to offer in his Very Sexy Santa photos, but seeing him in the flesh was a whole other story.

As Matt prepared to remove his underpants, Ingrid looked over at Jackie Brogden, her longtime wardrobe supervisor. A three-time divorcee, the 48-year-old redhead absolutely loved men, especially younger ones, and she'd already enthused to Ingrid about how excited she was for this shoot. Jackie Brogden was a very, very big fan of the Very Sexy Santa.

"I've played with myself while thinking about him, like, fifty times," Jackie had admitted laughingly to Ingrid.

With handsome young Matt about to get naked, the two old friends caught each other's eye, and then both smiled mischievously. Ingrid and Jackie were respected professionals, and they would both treat Matt with care and respect, but if things got a little, well, hot, both women were ready to go with it. They certainly had before...

Photo shoots could be extremely sexy situations, especially nude ones, and one-off hook-ups were a fairly regular occurrence. Ingrid had worked as a model for many years before becoming a photographer, so she knew how it worked from both sides. The beautiful blonde Swede had enjoyed great sex on a lot of photo shoots over the years.

Under the mild winter sun, Matt slid his thumbs into the sides of his black fitted Calvin Klein boxers. Ingrid looked over at Sun Hee Cheong, the 21-year-old lighting tech on only her fourth photo shoot. Sunny, as she preferred to be called, had a look of pure shock on her pretty, youthful face. This was all new to the Korean-heritage Sunny, so Ingrid had been constantly checking in to see that she was okay.

"Everything alright, Sunny?" Ingrid called out, resting the long lense of her very expensive digital camera casually on her leather-jacketed shoulder.

"Yep, all good," the obviously nervous Sunny replied, and then gave Ingrid the thumbs-up.

"We'll get going once Matt is all sorted out, yah?" Ingrid said quietly in her slight accent. "I'd like to do some lense flares with the sun, so maybe keep that in mind, Sunny."

"Yep, sure, that sounds good," Sunny responded, moving her reflector.

Ingrid watched as Matt began to slide down his underpants, first revealing a beautifully trimmed and groomed patch of sandy brown pubic hair. It looked like Matt had actually upped his depilatory routine since he'd had his Very Sexy Santa photos taken. Expertly manicured, Matt's pubic hair was as perfectly groomed as a bowling green.

Ingrid glanced over at 34-year-old make-up artist Brianna Baker, whose job it would have been to trim Matt's pubes back into shape if they were too long and wild. Brianna almost smiled with relief. Happily married with three kids, the talented make-up artist didn't like doing nude calendars...or at least nude calendars featuring men. Brianna was faithful to her husband, and she didn't like any kind of temptation.

As Ingrid watched carefully but tried to look blase, Matt continued to slide down his underpants. The thick, root-like base of his penis was first revealed, and then its tumescent, vein-covered shaft. Finally, Matt's penis slung out from between his legs, where it had obviously been safely tucked.

Topped with a long, dangling foreskin, Matt's penis hung incredibly and impressively low, almost reaching down to his knees. A big, bold, thick organ, it was one of the most enormous members Ingrid had ever seen...and as a former model and prolific photographer, she'd seen many.

Beneath Matt's big, hanging penis swung a set of equally impressive testicles. They were as smooth and tanned as the rest of Matt's body, and added to the handsome young man's air of true, well-groomed modernity. But despite Matt's very obvious attention to detail when it came to his body, he was still profoundly masculine and earthy. Matt was damn pretty, but the striking twenty-something was still very much a

man

.

As Matt stood completely nude and exposed on the white sands of Little Congwong Beach with his genitalia on display, there was a hush amongst the women of the crew. Ingrid had seen this awkwardness before, and as the metaphorical captain of this ship, she knew it was up to her to diffuse it.

"Okay, ladies," Ingrid said confidently, her camera still resting on her shoulder, "we've all seen Matt naked now. Let's all relax and get to work. Matt, you look incredible, you really do...but we're all going to work together to make you look even better, if that's possible."

"Thanks, Ingrid, that's very kind," Matt responded quickly. "I'm comfortable being naked in front of you all, but I've never done anything like this before. The Very Sexy Santa photos were far more low-key than this."

"You relax, Matt," Ingrid said encouragingly. "You're a beautiful, sexy, well-endowed man...be confident in that, Matt, and it will show up in the photos. Own your sexuality...seize it! Don't be afraid to be sexy!"

"Thanks, Ingrid," Matt said with a smile. " You're a great coach. Would you mind if I did some push-ups, just to get my muscles primed?"

"Yes, please do that," Ingrid said warmly. "We want you at your best, Matt."

As the women clapped warmly in encouragement, Matt gracefully dropped to the sand and then launched into a long run of push-ups. Hilariously, Matt's penis was so long that it never raised fully off the sand, lolling amusingly on the ground even when Matt was at the height of a push-up.

"I want to get set down by the water's edge," Ingrid said as Matt continued to do his cutely ridiculous nude push-ups.

The four women walked down the beach to the spot where the cold ocean water lapped quietly against the sand. Sunny held her large light reflector, Brianna clutched some make-up brushes, and Jackie just came along to watch, with no wardrobe to speak of in this completely nude shoot.

Ingrid could have done a few warm-up shots, but she knew exactly what she wanted for this shoot for the calendar month of January. After a long discussion with Michelle Grant, Ingrid mentally scoped out the photo ideas she had for each month, even doing very basic story boards. Ingrid had both the 'naughty' and 'nice' calendars mapped out completely in her head, and she wanted her shoots done and dusted quickly, and with a minimum of fuss.

Jackie, Sunny and Brianna watched Ingrid as she walked towards the water, but the three women also stole frequent glances at Matt as he jumped up from his push-ups, his penis and testicles luridly swinging, swaying and even flopping with the movement of his heavily muscled body. Ingrid smiled at the sight over her shoulder.

With her feet bare and her skin-tight black jeans rolled up near her knees, Ingrid crouched down above the wet sand and looked at it, examining its coarse texture and interesting mix of colour tones. It looked good, and it would offset Matt's skin tones nicely.

Still in a crouching position, Ingrid reached into her back pocket and drew out a long, thick wooden stick. The Swedish photographer tilted her head, smiled, and then began to write in the sand in a stylish, theatrical font..."Happy New Year". Ingrid stood up, examined her handiwork, and then called over to Matt.

"Matt, I want you to come down here and roll around in the sand," Ingrid explained. "I want you to look like you've been swimming and lounging on the sand by the water."

"Do you want me to go in for a swim?" Matt asked as he walked towards the shore. "Would that look good?"

"Matt, darling," Ingrid said with a smile. "We want your penis and testicles at their best, not shriveled and shrunken from the cold water, yah?"