Editor's note: Everyone likes to be flattered, certainly I did. When you are told how great you look and they had no doubt you would make a great male model. Well, it has it's attractions.
Sometimes good fortune smiles on you. I'm in my second year of college going for a degree in business administration. That's the degree you pick when you have no idea what you want to do with your life. Anyway, I'm considered good looking, with sandy blond hair, a slim, well-built body, and standing at six foot two inches tall. I had no problem hooking up. The girls just kept coming and I enjoyed the attention and sex. My success with the ladies gave me a much-needed confidence boost.
Recruiters for every profession and industry were constantly seen on campus, trying to convince the chosen few to consider their company upon graduating. I've been approached a few times because I keep my grades up and am a member of two of the more popular action groups on campus.
One spring day I decided to study outside. The weather was exceptional, so I found myself a spot on the grass, and made myself comfortable. I had just cracked open my text book on 'computers and accounting' when I heard a guy ask, "can I speak with you a moment?"
He was in back of me and I had to sit up and turn around to greet him. He was definitely a recruiter, which I didn't mind as I was always open to job possibilities. He was wearing a suit, well groomed, carrying a briefcase, of course. When I turned, he introduced himself.
Extending his hand, he said, "Hi, I hope I'm not interrupting you, but I wanted to meet you. My name is Stanley Graves."
I stood up and took his hand, shaking it I replied, "Hello Stanley, my name is Bill, well, William Lane really, but Bill is better."
"Ok, Bill it is, please call me Stan," He replied. "I was hoping to meet. I've had my eye on you, and I think we might have a proposal that would interest you. Would you like to hear it?"
"Fire away, I'm all ears."
When we had both sat down again, he said, "I represent a top modeling agency." Stopping, he looked at me, "Don't jump to conclusions, we're legit." He began explaining why he approached me. He noticed me and thought I had what it takes to succeed in modeling. They are looking for attractive individuals, starting them in minor shoots for magazines, advertising, and such, but moving on to other, more lucrative shoots as your popularity increases. He went on to say that 'This can be done while you are still studying, which could help with some of the college expenses.' He finished with the statement, "let's face it, you have the look."
I might have turn red, can't say, but I was interested in his proposal.
"If I want to look into this, what's required?"
"Well, we would schedule a photo session, so we know how the camera sees you. If your looks translates on camera, we will compile a portfolio and propose a professional shoot."
"That's it?" I ask.
"Of course, if things progressed to that point, we would offer you a contract as agent."
"This is coming fast. It sounds like a good deal, and, as It wouldn't take away from my studies, I'd consider it. I need to know more before agreeing."
"Tell you what, why don't I schedule a simple photo session? We take some pictures, look them over, then talk, sound good?"
"When do you have in mind?"
Pulling out his cell and studying it for a moment, he said, "what about tomorrow around four-ish?"
"That soon?" Now it was my turn to check my phone. "I've nothing going on. Where are we meeting and is there anything I need to do?"
Handing me his card, he said, "No, nothing special, we will supply several outfits so we can photograph you in different fashions. Let's us see what style suits you best."
I know, it's crazy to agree to this without checking all the angles. Who is this guy, and what agency does he represent? I figured I could work on those details during tomorrow's meeting, at least I planned too.
I was a bit rushed the next day, so breakfast was skipped and lunch was a few crackers I had in my room. My last class was at 2:00 PM, so I had to hustle to shower, and get ready for my appointment. I was hungry, but that was nothing new.
4:00 PM
I'm standing in front of a house in a middle-class residential neighborhood. It's a nice home, but certainly not a studio. While I stood there contemplating this surprise, the front door opened, Stan was standing there.
"Hi Bill, come on in."
Giving the house one last look, I accepted the invitation. As expected, the house looked like a normal residence inside as well.
"Anything to drink?" Stan asked.
"Whatever you have is cool," I replied.
Stan went to the kitchen and came back with two beers, handing one to me he said, "We shouldn't waste time, let get to it. Follow me."
He led me through the kitchen to a side door. When he opened it, I saw it went down to the basement. We descended the steps to a concrete floor. He turned on a light revealing quite a large space. He turn to the left and approach a second door. As I entered, I could see that it was a room about twelve by twelve. He flicked on the lights.
One wall was a sheet of white, with a plastic lounge in front and a chair on the side. On the other side of the room were lights, tripods, and all kinds of photographic appliances. At the far end of the room where two racks with assorted items of clothing. On the wall next to it, was a full-length mirror.
Stan had laid several items of clothing on a small table in front of the racks, including two swim suits. The whole thing made me uneasy, but Stan assured me everything's good, and to take it easy. "It's no big deal, it's business," He said. I have to evaluate the pictures before going to the agency.
He ask me to put on the first outfit and see how it fit. That means I had to take off what I was wearing and put it on. I'm not that modest, and although I was somewhat unprepared for this part of the shoot, I thought it normal.
I stripped to my underwear and put on the first combo, a tropical theme. All this time, Stan was adjusting the camera equipment and paying no attention to me. When I was ready, I walk to where the shoot was obviously going to be done and looked at Stan.
"I'm all set, Stan," I said, "what's next."
He flicked a switch and the background lit up with a picture of a tropical beach, palm trees, sand, and waves. It was actually beautiful.
"Now that's impressive," I said.
"Thanks," Stan replied. He explained that the projection is actually from the back of the wall, so there must have been more to the room then I could see from the outside.
The photo session began. Stan positioned me in several different ways, teaching me how to project to the camera. I found it interesting. After the next two changes of clothes and scenery, I was feeling a great deal more relaxed.
Stan changed the image to a swimming pool in a beautiful setting. I walked over to the table, and realized that for the next two sessions, I would be wearing each of the two swim suits he had laid out. They were bikini briefs, not the type of swim suit I was accustomed to wearing.
"Stan, you sure about these suits, I'm more comfortable with the baggy ones I'm use too?"
"They don't relate as well; these give me a better idea of your form. This will look good in the portfolio we give the agency."
"I thought you were the agency?"
"I am, but I freelance for them."
"That's not what I assumed, maybe this is not a good idea." I didn't want to wear these swim suits in front of a camera and, I didn't' want to change into them in front of Stan.
Stan notice my hesitation. "Bill, stop worrying, If this works, you'll be standing in front of a lot of cameras with large crews, including women. You have to get used to it," then with a smirk, he said, "I'll turn around if it will make you more comfortable."
Stan made sense, so when he turned around, I stripped completely and wiggled my way into the first suit. It was red with a 'life guard' badge on it. I had to adjust my equipment so the bulge wouldn't be so pronounced, wasn't easy. Not that I'm so hung, but for some reason, it was difficult. I turned my back to the mirror and looked over my shoulder. It was skimpy and my ass was struggling to stay in place and not ride up between my cheeks.
When I walked over to the set, Stan handed me a lifeguard rescue tube. He didn't pay any attention to the swim suit, not even to check how it fit. I got into position, and, with a few adjustments, the pool scene was ready.
"We'll take a few photos here. Pointing to the tube Stan asked, "Do you know how to hold it?" I shook my head, I had never held one in my life, and when at the beach, if a lifeguard had one, I never noticed. I do remember watching Baywatch on TV with some hot number running down the beach holding something similar. Anyway, he took several different poses, the last one with my back facing the camera, looking back over my shoulder.
When finished, I walked over to the table, and stripped off the first suit. I stood there naked trying to untangle the second one. When done, I bent over to put my feet in and started to pull it up. I had a much harder time wiggling into this one. I pulled, stuffed, and adjusted my cock and balls, for a good few minutes until everything was in. This suit was different; the front almost resembled a pouch so when I put it on, my penis and balls stood out. The back was not that different from the first suit but showed a little more cheek. I had forgotten to tell Stan to turn around and when I was ready, noticed he was watching me, and watched the whole performance.
I have to stop here for a moment. There was some strange feelings building in me, almost excitement. All the clothes changing, then stripping naked in someone's basement, the tight bikini swim suits, and then posing, it was kind of erotic. A shiver had coursed through me when I stripped naked, or whenever Stan positioned me. This time Stan saw me naked, and he watched me struggle to put the swim suit on, adjusting myself. It made me blush as I walked back to the screen. I had trouble stuffing my cock into the pouch and couldn't understand why until I realized, my cock was reacting to my situation. I didn't want an erection, not now. it was confusing.
The poses were the same for these photos, so the shoot went quickly. At the end, Stan wanted to get some shots of me on the lounger. Why not?
"Bill, lay on the lounge, on your back. Put your hands in back of your head and raise you right knee, look relaxed like a day on the beach."
I did as he ask. This time he was holding a camera and taking shots from all angles. Straight down, from behind, in front, on the sides, just clicking away. He then positioned me on my side, taking more photos.
