Youth Swimwear Exhibition Part 4
“Come on then. I thought we were passed this.” She huffs.
I shake the suit, hoping to magically make it bigger.
But no.
It’s a neon green speedo!
“I-Is there another suit I could do first?” I ask.
“Huh? No! Of course not! There’s a specific order to these suits, lined up by the designer. This is HER vision.” She huffs.
She’s mad again.
“Jasp! Quit stalling!” Mom glares.
Crouching on the floor, I lean forward, holding my knees to my chest.
I feel my stiff penis press into my lower belly.
I sigh and hold the speedo in front of me, stretching it out by the waistband.
I attempt to slide one leg forward, but I can’t balance and almost fall over!
I place the speedo on the floor and try to gingerly slide it under my foot so I can get it on without standing.
No good.
I can’t line up the leg holes properly.
I roll the waistband down, narrowing the points of entry to just the leg holes separated by the crotch of the suit.
I place the suit on the floor and think, keeping my grip on it.
I decide on a ‘wobble’ strategy to get the suit on under my feet.
I hear more giggles behind me and look over my shoulder again.
All 9 girls are changing and watching me!
I look back at the suit.
I rock back on my heels and get the suit halfway on my feet
I rock forward and get it over my heels and around my ankles.
The wobble strategy worked!
All I have to do now is get it up my calfs and over my knees.
“Oh come on!” The assistant huffs and grabs me by the shoulders!
“H-Hey!” I yelp as reflex forces me to raise my arms in response.
This destroys my balance and my arms pinwheel as I fall backwards onto my butt!
My legs slide out from under me as I continue to fall flat on my back!
I hear gasps from all the girls.
I lay there, stunned for a few moments.
“Oh my!” One of the other moms yelps.
“Oh god!” The assistant yells.
“Jasper!” Mom yells.
I tilt my head back.
They’re all upside down to me, but I see all 9 girls staring.
Some are smiling, some look shocked, some look embarassed. But ALL are looking!
I look back down at my body.
Raised, horizontally along my lower abdomen, my erect penis is on full display!
I sit up and lunge forward.
I grab the suit and pull it up my legs to half thigh.
I hastily stand and pull the suit up all the way, giving the girls and their mothers a good view of my butt again.
I push my stiff penis to the side and stretch the fabric of the neon green speedo over my front, flattening it as best I can!
I keep my hands pressed against my crotch as mom and the assistant stare in shock.
“Sorry! I’m sorry!” I gasp.
I turn and walk hastily towards the side stage area.
“Jasp!” Mom hisses.
The assistant says something as well, but there’s a ringing in my ears that muffles it.
I pass the tall blonde.
She’s grinning wide.
I pass the little brunette.
She’s stunned.
I pass the cute redhead.
She’s blushing.
The other girls are giggling and whispering and the moms all look shocked and disgusted.
I exit and reach the sidestage.
The stage assistant is there and looks confused as I approach with my hands covering my crotch.
“About time! The designer has been wondering where everyone went!” She looks down at my hands.
I hear giggling coming behind me.
“C-Can I go on?” I ask, trembling.
“Oh? Um, yeah. Go.” She hastily ushers me along.
I step out onto the runway in a bit of a daze.
There’s no one ahead of me now.
I sigh and relax my arms down and try to walk properly.
Head up, shoulders back, chest out, penis up-
Wait! No!
Head up, shoulders back, chest out, even strides.
Even strides, even though I can feel my stiff penis pressed along my hip beneath this tight green spandex!
I hit the end of the runway.
I strike my first pose:
Hands behind head, hip cocked slightly, heel lifted.
My penis twitches.
Hold 1, 2, 3.
Second pose:
Hands on hips, turn slightly right, bend right knee, lift right heel.
Lifting my leg slightly pushes my erect penis along my hip where my leg meets my groin.
Hold 1, 2, 3.
Final pose:
Stand straight, legs shoulder width apart, hands behind back.
My penis twitches, inching the head to just beneath the waistline.
“Young man.” A woman’s voice calls out from the dark auditorium.
I drop my arms to my side and freeze, peering into the dark.
“H-Hello?” I ask.
“Get off my runway and return my suit to my assistants.” The voice echoes.
“Huh?” I ask shielding my eyes from the harsh overhead lights, trying to see into the dark auditorium.
“Or would you rather remove my suit now, and walk back completely naked? It’s obvious you don’t have the proper undergarments to be modeling swimwear.” The voice echoes.
“I- Huh?” Is all I can mutter.
“Get. Off. My. Runway.” The voice repeats.
My heart sinks.
‘My runway.’
‘My suit.’
The designer!
I look down.
The outline of my erect penis is clearly visible, pressed to the side through the tight fabric!
I hastily turn and practically run down the runway, covering my crotch with both hands.
I pass the redhead as she begins her walk.
She looks at me, confused.
I pass the other girls, all lined up for their turn.
I make it backstage and the assistant who was handing me the suits is standing next to the stage assistant.
She looks angry.
“Come with me, now!” She hisses through gritted teeth.
I follow her as she leads me back into the changing area.
My mom stands where my changing area is.
The assistant leads me through the girls’ moms, back to my own mom.
“Jasper?” She looks concerned.
“Seems ‘Jasper’ here upset the designer and director.” The assistant says.
Mom gasps.
“Jasp!” She hisses.
The assistant stands by the rack and holds out her hand.
I hang my head, knowing the routine.
I slide my hand down the front of the suit, lifting and pressing my erect penis to my abdomen.
I shift my legs, tugging the speedo down my thighs.
“Hah!” I hear a gasp.
I look behind me.
The redhead girl is back!
And the little blonde girl just returned as well!
I face forward again and close my eyes wishing this wasn’t real.
“Hmhmhmhm!” I hear girls chuckle, followed by ‘Shushes’ from their moms, indicating more girls are returning from their last walks, only to be greeted by my bare butt!
I cover my crotch and pick up the suit I’ve just removed.
I stand and hold it out to assistant.
“Hmph!” She huffs and takes the suit from me.
I clench my hands over my erect penis and balls.
“I-I’m very sorry.” I say.
“I’m sure you are.” She says stearnly.
“What happened?” Mom asks.
“Seems ‘Jasper’ here lost control of himself on the runway.” The assistant gestures to my hands over my crotch.
“Oh, Jasp.” Mom shakes her head.
She looks at the assistant.
“Is there any way you’d be willing to keep him in the main show?” Mom asks.
“Oh? It’s not up to me. It’s up to the designer and the director now.” She nods.
*kchurk!*
The walkietalkie on her hip buzzes.
“That was final looks, right? Is everyone back there?” The woman’s voice from the auditorium comes through the speaker.
The assistant lifts the walkie to her face.
“Yes ma’am.” She responds.
The assistant peers around me.
She seems to be counting.
I look over my shoulder.
All 9 girls are changing.
I catch glimpses of their ‘nude’ colored undergarments.
I see the redhead girl staring at my butt as changes.
She’s bent over, facing me, so it looks like she’s ACTUALLY naked!
I feel my penis stiffen even more!
All the girls are staring at my bare butt!
I hear giggles reminding me that most of these girls have seen my front, too.
“Everyone is back.” The assistant confirms, looking around. “The girls are all changing back.”
There’s a moment of silence.
“Is my suit off the boy?” The voice comes through the walkie again.
The assistant looks me up and down.
I tighten my grip over my privates.
“Yes ma’am.” She narrows her eyes at me.
“Good.” The designer’s voice comes through. “Send the mothers and girls out here to the runway.”
“Ma’am?” The assistant asks.
In a stern tone, the voice comes through the walkie.
“Send the girls and their mothers out here.”
The assistant looks around.
Everyone heard.
The assistant clips the walkie back onto her hip.
“Right. Ladies? When you finish changing please make your way to the runway. Moms, you too.” She announces.
“What’s happening?” Mom asks.
The assistant shrugs.
“Not sure. But you heard her.” She sighs.
She turns to the girls and mothers as they finish up.
“Let’s go. Girls, you all know the way by now.” The other assistants guide the girls and mothers as they exit.
I’m relieved to not be naked in front of the girls and their moms again, but I’m still naked in front of my mom and this assistant.
“C-Can I get dressed?” I ask.
The assistant narrows her eyes at me again, looking down at my hands.
“The designer didn’t say.” She shrugs. “But I’m going to go ahead and say ‘no’.”
“Should I stay, or-?” Mom looks at the assistant, then at me.
*kchurk!* The walkie clicks again.
“I’ll get everyone settled out here along the runway, then I’ll be back there.” The designer’s voice chirps from the walkie. “Is the boy’s mother there?”
The assistant looks at mom.
“Yes. She’s here.” She responds.
“Good. I’ll be there shortly. I need to prep the models and their mothers.” The designer says through the walkie.
“ ‘Prep’?” Mom asks nervously.
“But Jasper and I stay here? Oh no! Is he out of the show?” Mom panics.
The assistant softens a bit.
“I’m not sure. The designer is a bit ‘excentric’, but it is HER show, so…” She shrugs.
“Jasper Felton! You get yourself under control this instant! You make this right with the designer!” Mom scolds.
“It’s not my fault, mom! I didn’t mean to-!” I cut myself off.
I can’t even say it!
It’s so embarassing!
I hang my head, looking down at my hands covering my privates.
I just stare at the floor, unable to look at mom or the assistant.
Mom just looks around the changing area.
She picks up my clothes and begins refolding them, keeping herself busy.
She really IS nervous.
After standing and staring at my body and the floor, I notice the assistant looking at my hands, legs and butt.
She’s scanning my whole body with her eyes!
She notices me looking.
“How old are you again?” She asks.
“T-Twelve.” I say timidly.
“Hm. I guess that explains why your so smooth.” She says, continuing to look me up and down.
It’s true.
I haven’t grown hair anywhere but my head yet.
“Yes. He’s 12.” Mom says stearnly. “I didn’t think he’d be having ‘that’ issue for another year or 2.” Mom nods at my hands over my privates as she says this.
“Yes. It can be a problem in the industry, especially when modeling swimwear.” The assistant says. “Which is why I asked if you had a dancer’s belt. It ‘flattens’ and obscures the dangly bits. And it makes wardrobe changes less awkward.” She smirks as she says this.
“I didn’t know. I’m so sorry. We should have been more prepared.” Mom explains.
“Yes. You should have.” A woman’s voice sounds from the entrance to the changing area.
I look up.
It’s the director and the designer!
The designer looks angry, but seems to soften as they get closer.
“Right. What’s your name, ‘boy’?” The director asks as she takes the clipboard from the assistant.
“J-Jasper, ma’am. Jasper Felton.” I say in a trembling voice.
She flips through pages on the clipboard.
I see pictures on familiar printouts.
The application mom and I had to send in.
I fleetingly see the redhead’s application and I feel my penis twitch!
She stops flipping and studies my own application.
“It says here you’re 12, then?” She asks, looking at me.
“Y-Yes, ma’am.” I nod.
She looks me up and down.
“Eh-hem.” Mom clears her throat.
I look at her.
She opens her eyes wide and tilts her head towards the director and designer.
I look at the director and tilt my head down.
“I-I’m very sorry.” I say in a trembling voice.
“Oh? Are you?” She asks in an irritated tone. “You do understand that modelling is a serious job, yes? A ‘professional’ job?”
“Yes!” I gasp. “I mean, yes, ma’am.”
“And yet you came unprepared for this job.” She looks down at my hands.
“They didn’t know about dancer’s belts.” The assistant explains.
“I’m very sorry! I didn’t know such a thing existed.” Mom adds.
The director looks at her and sighs.
“Well, now you do. Remember it for the future, yeah?” She nods.
“Future? Does that mean Jasper is out of the show?!” Mom panics again.
The director sighs and looks at the designer.
The designer narrows her eyes as she looks me up and down, tapping her lips thinking.
She sighs.
“No.” She says flatly.
I feel a wave of relief wash over me.
Mom lets out her breath.
“Oh, thank you!” She sighs.
“It’s much too close, with the showcase being tomorrow.” The designer shakes her head.
“Plus, he did hit all his marks and timed his pacing quite well, even without music.” She adds.
“But,” The director speaks. “There will be an audience tomorrow. So, we need to make sure Jasper here can control himself.”
“Huh?” I gulp.
“He will!” Mom chirps. “I mean, he will. Of course. Won’t you Jasp?”
She gives me a stearn look.
“Yes! Yes! I will! Thank you!” I nod.
Mom moves to hand me my clothes.
“But,” The director speaks again, giving mom pause. “I think we’ll take this opportunity to teach Jasper that ‘control’ and humility.”
She looks at mom.
“Ms Felton, do you consent to Jasper learning this lesson?” She asks.
Mom clutches my clothes to her chest.
“Oh? Yes! Of course!” She nods.
“Good.” The director looks at me.
She then looks down at my hands.
“Now then, I’ve discussed this with Penny, the designer here, as well as all my assistants and all the models and their mothers.” She looks back at the designer.
“The models and their mothers are all seated out in the auditorium around the walkway. They’ll be acting as the makeshift audience for this lesson.” The director instructs. “Ms Felton, for this ‘lesson’, you may stay back here, stand backstage or join the others as part of the ‘audience’.”
“Oh? Um, of course I still consent, but what ‘is’ this lesson?” Mom asks.
The director looks back at me, then down at my hands.
“Well, young Jasper, since you’re still being so ‘modest’ is it safe to assume you still have an erection?” She asks.
“Ah!” I gasp.
“Jasper Felton!” Mom gasps.
“Yes. That IS the cause of all this.” The director says.
“I-I- Um-“ I feel my penis twitch.
Standing here naked and being the topic of discussion has made it impossible to calm myself down.
I look down at my hands.
“Young man,” The director speaks. “You’re reluctance to answer and unbecoming posture tells me that you do.”
Mom, the designer, the director and the assistant all stare at me.
I tremble and sigh with a nod.
“Right.” The director clicks her tongue. “Control and humility. Jasper, you are going to walk the runway again.
You are going to strike your poses, and then return backstage.” She instructs.
I just stand there listening.
“You will come out, walk, pose, turn, walk back, and repeat.”
She places her hands on her hips.
“And you will do this ‘pro-fes-sion-a-lly’. No covering.”
“Hah!” Mom and I gasp.
“B-But my- I’m-“ I look down at ny hands.
“Yes. Yes. I believe you. It was quite obvious when you were last on the runway. So, you’re going to walk until you can control yourself.” The director says.
“Oh, my.” Mom gulps.
“But, the girls-!” I gasp.
“It’s my understanding most have already seen it all by now. Besides, I’ve already cleared it with the other mothers. In fact, they seem to think it will be a good ‘lesson about boys’.” The director states.
“No!” I gasp.
“Oh?” The director seems surprised.
“Jasper!” Mom yelps.
“Mom! I can’t! NAKED?!” I plead.
“Eh hem.” The designer clears her throat.
The director looks at her as well as I do.
“Young man,” The designer speaks calmly. “I know this is my first show, and it’s just a small exhibition, but I have big aspirations. AND talent. Otherwise, the director here wouldn’t have given me a shot in her venue.”
“That’s right.” The director nods.
“A designer’s work, in many ways, is ‘sold’ by the model who wears it.” The designer steps closer, looking me up and down.
“It’s a partnership. You help me, I help you. People see my designs, they buy them. Other designers and directors see you wearing my designs, they want YOU modeling for them. See?”
I nod, nervously.
“Now, my point- if you go through with this ‘lesson’, you’ll not only learn that ‘control’ the director discussed, but it will also help you. Not just with ‘humility’, but it will also show that you can take direction, which is ESSENTIAL in the modelling industry.” She adds.
“That’s right.” The director says stearnly.
I just stand there in shock, contemplating what’s about to happen.
“Walk. Pose. Walk. Repeat. Until you can control yourself.” The director instructs. “Or, be blacklisted.”
“Hah!” Mom and I gasp in unison.
The assistant beside me grabs my arm.
“Awww! That’d be such a waste!” She chirps.
The director looks me up and down again.
She sighs.
“He does already have a good walk- natural pacing and timing.” She thinks for another moment.
“And your instincts on how to move your body between posing to balance both the garment and overall aesthetic were impeccable.”
She sighs shaking her head.
“And already such a good physique at such a young age. Yes, it would indeed be a waste.”
She nods.
She looks at me.
“How many times would he have to walk the runway?” Mom asks. “I mean, how long will he have to be naked out there?”
“Mom!” I yelp.
“Until he can control himself.” The director looks at my hands and crosses her arms.
“Jasper.” Mom says stearnly. “This is a HUGE opportunity. You heard what everyone said.”
“But mom! They’ll all see-!” I start.
“THEY’VE seen it all already. Well, most, I think.” The assistant cuts me off.
My heart is hammering!
“I understand this was an issue earlier.” The director huffs. “Time is a precious commodity in this business, and right now, you’re wasting ours. What’s it going to be, Jasper Felton? Walk the runway? Or be blacklisted?”
“But-!” I start.
“Jasp!” Mom hisses.
I take a deep breath.
I can feel myself trembling.
I can feel something else, too.
My penis is the stiffest it’s ever been!
“I’ll walk.” I mumble.
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Great turn of events! Can't wait for the bare naked runway walk!
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Youth Swimwear Exhibition Finale
“I’ll walk.” I mumble.
“Wise choice.” The director nods.
The designer lets out a sigh, clapping her hands.
“Oh, good!” She cheers.
She clasps her hands together and lowers them.
“You really ARE a natural it seems, and I admit, my designs did look good on you.” She looks at my hands covering my privates. “Even if you have some ‘issues’ to work out.” She raises an eyebrow.
The director takes a deep breath and places her hands on her hips.
“Right. I’ll go let everyone know.” She looks at me, then at my hands.
“Jasper Felton.” She narrows her eyes. “Before you take to the runway again, I think we better have a private ‘first looks’ back here.”
“Huh?!” I yelp.
“I want you to strike 3 poses, like you will at the end of the runway. One straight symmetrical, one profile, one asymmetrical.” She explains. “I know you know what those are, as you hit them on your previous walks.”
I look at my hands.
“But I-“ I start, but our college age assistant cuts me off, speaking authoritatively.
“What have we been telling you about taking direction?” She asks.
“And wasting time!” Another of the college age assistants adds.
“Jasp!” Mom hisses.
I feel my penis twitch.
Mom, the director, the designer and 3 college age assistants are all staring at my naked body!
“Oh, enough dawdling!” The director steps up to me and grabs my wrists.
She yanks my hands away and presses my arms to my sides!
“Hmph!” She huffs, looking down.
“Oh!” My assistant gasps.
Enough time had passed that my erection had subsided a bit, but not all the way.
My penis sticks straight out over my tight little balls, not quite fully erect, but still noticeably ‘not flaccid’.
“Hmhm!” My assistant chuckles!
I look at her at the same time as the director.
“Sorry.” She smirks.
“Oh, Jasp!” Mom gasps.
I look at her as she shakes her head in disgust.
“Well,” the director looks down at my naked body, standing directly in front of me.
She moves her hands up my arms, squeezing my muscles until she reaches my shoulders.
“You’re 12, you say?” She asks.
“Y-Yes, ma’am?” I choke out.
She looks down at my penis.
“Well at least you don’t need to shave anything.” She quips.
“Hmhm!” The assistants chuckle. “Sorry. Again.” The one beside me shrugs.
The director steps back.
I just stand there, still and straight while these women look at my naked body!
“Right. Let’s get on with it. Demonstrate the 3 poses for us.” The director steps back and crosses her arms again.
“Straight symetrical.” She nods.
I freeze for a moment processing.
Trembling, I place my hands on the back of my head innerlocking my fingers, chest out, chin up, stomach in.
My penis wobbles.
“Hold.” The director instructs.
The director, assistants and designer all eye me up and down.
“Right. Profile.” The director nods.
I shiver as I turn my body to face 2 of the assistants.
I lift my heel and bend my knee slightly, placing one hand on my hip and turning my upper body to face the director.
“Hold.” The director instructs.
My penis twitches!
I’m getting erect again!
“Hmhm!” The assistants chuckle again.
“Hmmm.” The director sighs.
“Asymmetrical.” She says.
I keep my hand on my hip, but lift my other arm, placing my hand behind my head.
I stand straight, spreading my legs apart a bit, but keeping them straight.
My penis twitches, starting to point upward!
“Jasper!” Mom hisses.
The director looks down at my penis, which continues it’s ascent.
The director holds up her hand to my mom.
“No need for that. This is necessary for this lesson.” She says calmly.
I begin breathing rapidly as my penis twitches into a full erection!
The director looks me up and down.
“Yes.” She nods. “You do have a very good ‘natural’ instinct to your movements. That’s rare.”
I relax and cover my erect penis and balls.
“You just lack that ‘control’ we discussed earlier.” She points at my hands.
“And as for taking direction, did I ‘direct’ you to cover yourself?” She asks.
“S-Sorry.” I mumble, moving my hands to my sides again.
My penis is now fully erect and I’m starting to feel ‘tingly’.
“Right. The poses are good. I didn’t see anything to be corrected in your walk either.” The director looks at the designer and the assistants.
“Ladies, if you could go inform the other models and their mothers that we are about to begin.”
The 3 assistants leave.
“I’m going back into the auditorium to observe as well.” The designer says.
“Jasper. I want you to walk and pose as though you are modeling my line. Remember, this is an opportunity for BOTH of us.” She adds.
I nod, but can’t stop shaking.
The director looks at my mom.
“Would you like to observe from the runway, or from back here with me, or the auditorium?” She asks.
“Oh! Um,” Mom looks at me, then at my erect penis.
She glares at me
“I’ll watch with you from back here.” She says.
“Right. Jasper, Ms Felton. Let’s begin.”
The director leads us back to the sidestage where the other models and myself waited for our turn to walk.
Now, it’s just me, mom and her.
There’s no pretty girls in swimwear to gawk at.
There’s no cute redhead to chat with.
There’s no young girls giggling from behind me.
And there’s no swimsuit covering my privates.
The director stops us where the stage assistant had been giving us our queues earlier.
“Right.” She looks out onto the runway.
I can hear giggles and chatter from the girls and their moms!
My heart begins pounding and my penis is throbbing!
The director turns to me and crosses her arms.
I begin trembling.
“Walk. Pose. Walk. Repeat. Got it?” She asks.
“H-How many times do I have to?” I mumble.
The director looks at my erect penis.
“Until you can control that.” She nods.
I cover myself.
“I-I can’t do this!” I yelp.
I turn to my mom.
“Mom! Give me my clothes!” I beg.
“Jasper!” Mom scolds, hugging my clothes tightly.
The director grabs my shoulders, spinning me to face her.
“Jasper.” She looks me in the eyes. “This is your 2nd chance. Do you understand how RARE those are in this industry? You have a natural gift for this, and at such a young age! Do NOT throw it away now.” She says stearnly.
“B-But all those girls-!” I plead.
“-Are now your audience.” The director finishes. “Show not just us, but your fellow models that you want this! You do NOT want to be blacklisted, trust me.”
“Jasper. Please! Think about your future!” Mom pleads.
*kchurk!*
The director’s walkie clicks from her hip.
“Is Jasper ready? Everyone is waiting.” The designer’s voice comes through the walkie.
The director looks at me.
“Jasp?” Mom sighs.
I move my hands, feeling my erect penis twitching.
The director looks down.
She shakes her head.
“Show us you can get THAT under control.” She says.
Then, she swiftly moves behind me and pushes me onto the runway!
“Walk!” She cheers.
“Ah!” I yelp, stumbling into the auditorium lights.
I stumble for the first few steps, but then reflex takes over and I fell into my ‘model stride’.
Half way down the runway, I hear it-
“Hehehehehe!” The highpitched giggle of little girls!
“Oh my!” I hear a woman gasp.
One of the moms!
It echoes in the auditorium, so I can’t tell where it’s coming from.
The only light comes from the stage lights, which are all focussed on the runway.
It makes it impossible to see the surrounding area.
Other than the runway, it’s darkness.
But I know 9 girls and their moms are all watching right now!
I look down as I walk.
My penis is sticking straight up, not moving at all as I take each step!
My balls are tight, and drawn up to my body.
I hit the end of the run way.
3 poses.
But I’m naked!
I put my hands behind my head, face straight, bend my right knee and lift my right heel.
My penis twitches.
I wonder if the cute redhead and brunette are watching.
Hold 1, 2, 3.
Next pose.
I shift position of my legs, placing one hand on my hip, keeping the other on the back if my head.
I feel my penis twitching in time with my pounding heart!
Hold 1, 2, 3.
Last pose.
Hands on hips, abs flexed, shoulders back, pelvis forward, head turned.
“Oh wow!” I hear a girl gasp.
Hold 1, 2, 3.
I stand straight, turn and begin walking back down the runway.
I feel lightheaded.
I play back the poses I just did.
Even though I can’t see the girls, there’s no doubt they saw ALL of me!
My stiff penis tickles!
It’s a sensation I know!
But it doesn’t feel like that unless I play with it!
I usually stop when that happens!
But I’m not touching it right now!
I make it back to the director.
I’m shaking with nerves.
“Great job.” She smirks. “You really are a natural.”
She looks at my stiff penis.
“But still lack ‘control’. Go again.” She points back out to the runway.
“Please! I can’t go back out there like this!” I plead.
“Yes. You can.” She says this with a somewhat ‘softened’ tone. “Pay more attention to your stride, and keep up your natural instinct on your posing. You’re doing well.”
She continues pointing.
I sigh and turn.
I begin walking.
I think about walking the runway earlier-
Crossing paths with the girls in their swimsuits-
Picturing them WITHOUT their swimsuits!
I stumble a bit.
My penis is starting to hurt!
It’s so hard!
What if we ALL had to walk naked?!
I hit the end of the runway.
I lift my arms behind my head, grabbing my elbows.
I flex my abs and push my hips forward.
My penis throbs!
I can feel it twitching!
Hold 1, 2, 3.
I move my hands to my hips, pushing them to the right.
I look left.
Hold 1, 2, 3.
“I can’t believe this!” A girl’s voice whispers.
“You can see everything! Hehehe!” Another girl giggles.
I turn my lower body to the left, upper body right, hands on hips.
Hold 1, 2, 3.
I feel dizzy, knowing that all these girls and their moms are seeing me pose naked, and with a stiff penis, too!
I turn and walk back down the runway.
With every step, my penis throbs!
I reach the director again.
She looks at my hard penis.
“Come on, Jasper. Control!” She points back out to the runway.
I walk, though I can’t seem to get my stride right.
With each step, the movement of my balls and penis makes me tremble!
I reach the end of the runway again.
I stand straight, hands behind my head, I lean my upper torso to the left while looking right.
Hold 1, 2, 3.
“You really can see everything from down here!”
I hear a girl whisper.
I look down.
The stage lights are too bright, and the surrounding darkness is too dark!
I turn my hips, lift my heel and bend my knee while putting one hand on my hip and the other behind my head.
Hold 1, 2, 3.
“Yeah! You can see it REALLY good! Hehehe!”
I hear another girl chuckles.
“Ah! Ah! Ah!” I begin panting as my penis twitches!
I feel a hot tickle building!
My penis itches!
I stand straight and put my hands behind my head again, this time leaning my torso right while looking left.
“It looks funny! Hehe!”
Definitely one of the little girls!
“I wish boys had to model naked ALL the time!”
It’s a voice I recognize!
The redhead girl!
I push my hips forward and prepare to hold the pose when the tickle in my penis becomes unbearable!
“Ahhhhhhhhhhh!” I squirm.
I hunch forward a bit, clenching my thighs together, pushing my balls forward and causing my penis to point up even more!
I have to hold my hands out by my sides to maintain balance as my whole body writhes as I stand at the end of the runway!
I’ve lost all composure and ability to pose properly.
“Ugh! Unnnnng!” I grunt and groan as I drop to my hands and knees.
“Hah!” I hear a collective gasp.
My whole body tenses!
Reflexively, I buck my hips.
The hot tingle in my penis turns into a sting of pleasure!
“Wha-?!” I hear more gasps.
After dry humping the air a couple times, I lean back, resting my butt on my heels and pinch my penis!
With me on my knees, legs spread, there’s no doubt the girls can see everything!
The instant my fingers touch my penis, the hot, tickly, burning, tingly pleasurable sensation overwhelms me!
It feels SO good!
“Unnnnnnnggggggggggg!” I groan as I pinch my stiff penis and lean back, letting everyone see everything!
I’m torn between wanting this sensation to end and NEVER wanting it end!
Touching my stiff penis in this moment is too much!
I roll onto my side as my whole body tenses and goes rigid with a spasm!
I squeeze my penis in an effort to make this feeling stop, but it only makes the sensation stronger!
I roll onto my back, bucking my hips, continuing to pinch my penis hard to make the sensation stop.
I slam my free hand on the floor repeatedly, sending a loud ‘slapping’ sound echoing through the auditorium!
“Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah!” I continue panting, feeling my muscles tense!
I move my fingers down and pinch my penis at the base!
No doubt, this gives all the girls and their moms a perfect profile view of my penis and balls, but it’s all I can do to stop the feeling!
As overwhelming as the sensation had been, I’m shocked by how quickly it subsides.
The intense, burning, tickling pleasure starts to dull as my muscles relax.
I lay there on my back, panting.
I feel my penis shrink and flop in my fingers.
The auditorium is silent.
I let go of my penis and stand up.
My knees are shaking.
I feel a residual ‘twitch’ in my penis and reflexively pinch it again and tug it outwards, stretching it a bit before letting go.
It’s no longer stiff and sticking up.
It’s now dangling loose over my balls, which also hang a little looser.
It continues to shrink.
“Ahhhhhhhh.” I let out a sigh of relief.
“Whoa!”
“Is he okay?”
“What happened?!”
“He just did that on the runway!”
“Look at his thingy! Hehehe!”
“Wow!”
“Poor boy.”
There are a mix of other whispers and comments from the moms.
Some sound angry, some embarassed, some concerned.
Panting, I turn and walk back towards the start of the runway.
Everything feels like a hazy dream.
I hear the director’s words in my head.
(Walk. Pose. Walk. Repeat.)
So, that’s what I do.
I get to the director and turn again.
“Oh!” She gasps as I walk back down the runway.
My limp penis wiggles side to side as I walk, hanging over my tight little balls.
I hit the end of the runway.
Left heel raised, left knee bent, hands on hips, turn to the left, look straight.
Hold 1, 2, 3.
I know everyone can see my limp penis and balls dangling as I pose.
I put my hands behind my head, face forward, lift my right heel.
Hold 1, 2, 3.
Shifting my right leg makes my penis hang more to the left.
I feel it shorten a bit more.
Last pose.
Hands on hips again, hips forward, stand straight, head tilt back.
I stand on full display.
Hold 1, 2, 3.
I feel numb.
I turn and walk back down the runway, hearing whispers and giggles from the girls and moms as I walk.
I make it back to the director, not bothering to cover up in front of she and my mom.
She places her hands on her hips.
“Well, that was quite the showcase you put on out there.” The director raises an eyebrow.
“I’ll say!” The assistant assigned to me smirks.
“Jasper!” Mom hisses as she steps up from the auditorium. “How could you?!”
The designer is right behind her.
She looks embarassed.
The director looks down at my penis.
“Looks like you finally have that ‘control’ we were after, eh?” She smirks.
“I- I’m very sorry.” Is all I can say.
“Right.” The director turns and looks at the designer.
“Well? How are we feeling about young Jasper here still modelling your line in the showcase?” She asks.
The designer looks down at my naked body.
“I’ll admit. Up until the end there, he hit all his marks, nailed each pose and paced himself perfectly, even without music.” She shrugs. “That’s pretty impressive.”
“I’ll say.” The director smirks.
“He really IS a natural.” The assistant smiles.
“Yes. Yes. I believe you may be right.” The designer sighs.
“And when he WAS in my designs, they did fit him quite well, which won’t go unnoticed.” She adds.
“Is Jasper allowed to stay in the show then?” Mom asks.
The director and designer share a look for a few moments.
The designer smiles.
“Yes. I believe Jasper still has a place in my showcase.” She says.
“There we go.” The director smirks.
“Oh! Thank you! Thank you!” Mom gasps.
She looks at me.
“Jasper! What do you say?!”
“Thank you! Thank you very much!” I say.
The director holds out her hand.
I take it and shake it.
We part and the director smirks down at my naked body.
“Right. Why don’t you head back and get dressed?” She says before turning to my mom.
“I have a few forms for you to fill out, if you’ll follow me.” She says.
“Oh? Okay.” Mom looks at my clothes in her arms.
“I can take those!” The assistant chirps.
“Oh. Right.” Mom hands my clothes to the assistant before following the director.
The designer steps up to me.
“You really did model my designs well.” She smirks. “After the show tomorrow, assuming you do as well as did out there today- minus the ‘issues’ of course-“ She looks at my limp penis. “I’ll get your contact details from your mother, and we’ll see about collaborating again in the future.”
“Th-Thank you! Thank you very much!” I gasp.
She turns and follows the director and my mom.
I look at the assistant who is holding my clothes.
“This way.” She smiles and turns and leads me back to the changing area.
The air is noticeably cooler back here, and I feel a chill.
Goosebumps prick up all over my body and I feel my balls tighten.
She looks over her shoulder.
“You really are a natural out there.”
“Th-Thanks.” I blush.
I hear whispering and giggling from around the corner as we reach the changing area.
I cover myself with my hands.
“Oh yeah, I think you have a little fan club starting up. Hmhm!” She chuckles.
She ushers me around the corner and there, chatting and giggling, are all 9 of my fellow models!
The cute redhead and tall blonde with curly hair are first to reach me.
“Oh my god!” The tall blonde grins. “I can’t believe you seriously just did that!”
“What happened?! Are you alright?” The pretty redhead asked.
“I- I don’t know. I just-“ I feel myself blush, cupping my hands over myself even tighter.
“I’m surprised you didn’t make a mess out there!” The tall blonde teases, looking at my cupped hands.
“Well, I mean, he’s only 12.” The assistant holding my clothes shrugs.
The tall blonde looks me up and down and smirks.
“Yeah. I can tell. Hmhm!” She points at my cupped hands.
“C-Can I have my clothes, please?” I ask the assistant who is still holding them.
“Oh! Right. Sorry.” She blushes with a grin and hands me my shirt first.
I was hoping for my briefs and pants first, but I guess I can just tug my shirt down to hide my privates.
Though, I guess there’s really no point now.
I delay the inevitable for just a moment longer before I take my shirt from the assistant.
“Huh?” I take it and realize that mom had folded like she had from her time as a sales associate at a mall clothing store!
It was tucked into itself and needed to be untucked using 2 hands!
I fumble with it for a moment, giving everyone an unobstructed view of my penis and balls again.
The little brunette I’d flashed first is the first to comment.
“It looks tiny now!” She points.
“Oh!” The redhead gasps.
“Awwww! What happened?! Haha!” The tall blonde points.
I pause momentarily to look at her.
She’s smiling and staring!
I look down.
I’m completely flaccid, and it looks like my penis has shrunk a bit!
I panic and hastily pull the shirt on over my arms and head.
The sleeves and head remain tightly tucked, however, and I find myself completely stuck and blind!
I struggle as I hear more laughing, knowing that all these girls are watching my limp little penis and balls flop around!
I feel someone wrap their arms around my chest from behind.
“Hold still! Haha! Jeez!” The tall blonde says.
She holds me there for a few seconds, guaranteeing all the girls get a good, long look at my junk!
“Here. Let me help.”
That voice!
The redhead!
I feel hands on my arms stuck in the shirt over my head.
Fingers begin tugging at the fabric.
“Oh, jeez!” She sighs.
I feel her breath through the fabric of the shirt!
My heart is pounding!
Not just because it’s HER helping me, but because I know all the others can see my penis and balls again!
I feel her tugging the fabric of my shirt around.
“Al-most!” She grunts.
Finally, the shirt slips from my arms and head.
The blonde moves her arms away as the redhead lowers the hem of my shirt down my body.
I see her smile as she looks down at my naked lower half.
I cup my hands over myself again.
“You really do look good from back here. Haha!” The blonde laughs stepping back behind me.
“He’s pretty cute from here, too.” The assistant smirks from beside us.
“Here.” She holds out my briefs.
“Wait!” The little brunette girl I’d accidentally flashed early on chirps. “Can we look at your penis some more?!”
The girls all giggle.
“Ladies! You’re all models! Be professional!” The assistant scolds.
I reach for my briefs, keeping one hand cupping my privates.
The assistant adjusts my briefs, holding them up with both hands by the waistband.
Instead of handing them to me, she kneels and holds them out.
I just stand there for a moment, not knowing what to do!
“Come on, Jasper.” She nods for me to step into them!
“It’s normal for assistants to help you dress. That’s what we’re here for.” She smiles up at me.
Reluctantly, I step into my briefs as the assistant kneels before me, holding them.
She slides them up my legs to half thigh.
“Hands.” She says.
Reflexively, I move my hands away from my crotch.
“Hmhm!” The assistant chuckles as my little penis and balls flop directly in front of her face!
She holds my briefs still at mid thigh, giving all the girls yet another prolonged look at my penis and balls!
“You know, Jasper?” She looks up at me. “Just like the rest of you, it’s pretty good looking.” She winks as she finally pulls my briefs up into place.
She stands up.
And holds out my pants, simply handing them to me now.
I hastily take them from her and continue getting dressed as moms start coming in with the director.
The girls continue to giggle and mill about.
I slip on my shoes as mom approaches me with the director.
“Right, Jasper Felton.” She sighs as she stands in front of me.
I stand straight.
“As we discussed, 2nd chances in this industry are rare, but you’ve been given one anyway.” She explains.
I let out a sigh of relief.
“You earned it, really.” She huffs. “My assistants, the designer- they were right. And you proved it.”
She looks at my crotch. “Despite your ‘display’ on the runway.”
I feel shame flow through me.
“At least there was no ‘mess’ to clean up.” She smirks.
“I’ve given your mother several local dance studios to check before tomorrow so you can acquire a dancer’s belt to provide ‘support’.” She gestures to my crotch. “Though it might be more prudent to check with some of your fellow models to see if any of them could supply you with one before tomorrow.”
At this the cute redhead girl hops up after tying just tying her shoes.
“I can bring you one of mine!” She hops beside me.
“Um-?” I gasp.
She holds out her hand.
“Oh! I’m Ruby, by the way. Ruby Redfearn.”
Trembling, I shake her hand.
It’s so soft!
“J-Jasp-“ I choke.
“Jasper Felton. I know. Hehe!” She giggles. “You’re gonna be great one day! I mean-“ She blushes. “You ARE great. Out there- I mean. You’re REALLY good!” She stammers, grinning bashfully.
She looks down at my pants and smiles.
“Y-You looked great, too!” I say. “I mean- you were great. I mean, also.”
I feel myself turn as red as her hair.
There’s an awkward pause.
“Jasper Felton, huh?” The tall blonde with curly hair smirks as she steps up. “I’m sure we’ll ALL remember that name.”
The other blonde close to my age smiles.
“I know I will! You’re the first boy I’ve ever seen naked! Haha!” She laughs.
“Me too!”
“Me three! Hehehe!” The young brunette I flashed initially chuckles.
“Alright everyone! We have a lot to do to set up here before tomorrow, so for now… dismissed!” The director shouts.
The assistants begin ushering us out.
Everyone is already dressed and the moms have the girls’ things gathered, so it’s just a mass exodus to the door.
Ruby grabs my arm and pulls me along with her.
“Have you ever modeled naked before?” Ruby asks.
“N-No.” I say sheepishly.
“Have you?” I ask.
I immediately wince.
I shouldn’t ask a girl such things!
“Haha! No. But I’ve seen a lot!” Ruby remarks.
“Wha-?!” I’m stunned.
She can’t be much older than me!
“Y-You have?” I gulp.
“Hmhm! My mom wants me to do well, so she’s shown me all kinds of modeling and fashion shoots. I’ve seen older girls and boys pose naked in pictures before.” She looks at me as we walk.
She looks down at my crotch.
“But the boys’ penises never stick up the way yours does.” She blushes.
I feel myself blush too!
“It’s because he got excited. Ha!” The tall blonde with curly hair laughs as she falls in beside us.
“It’s happened to other boys in gigs I’ve been in.” She smiles.
“Really?!” Ruby gasps.
“Yup! I guess guys can’t help it around so many girls in skimpy outfits.” The tall blonde shrugs.
I feel shame well up inside at essentially being called out for getting aroused by looking at the girls.
The tall blonde looks at my crotch.
“But this is the first time I’ve seen it happen on a NAKED guy.” She smiles.
“Wow!” Ruby gasps, still holding my arm.
We reach the lobby.
The mothers of the 6 youngest girls usher them outside without letting them really interact with me beyond giggles and whispers, leaving me with Ruby, the older, tall blonde girl, the blonde around my age, and a pretty brunette girl, also around my age, as well as their mothers.
Rather than addressing me directly, it seems the girls’ mothers would rather talk to my mom about the events of the day.
“Oh! Sorry.” Ruby chirps, blushing as she lets go of my arm.
“It’s alright.” I blush and smile.
The brunette girl steps up to me.
“Jasper, right?” She asks holding out her hand.
“Um, yeah.” I take her hand timidly.
She also seems nervous.
“Tiffany.” She shakes my hand. “I know it can be really scary modelling swimwear, but to do it naked?! Like you did?!” She shakes her head. “That was really brave of you, and you did a great job.” She nods, blushing.
“Oh, um, thank you.” I blush.
The other blonde girl close to my age also chymes in.
“Oh yeah! I’m Anya!” She holds out her hand.
“Hi.” I say timidly as I shake her hand.
The tall blonde with curly hair holds out her hand.
“Brooke.” She smiles.
“Hi.” I shake her hand.
Knowing their names now somehow makes the fact they’ve all seen me naked even MORE embarassing!
Brooke looks me up and down.
“I heard them say you were 12?” She asks.
“Oh!” Ruby gasps.
“Um, y-yeah.” I say timidly.
“Really?!” Tiffany chirps, suddenly very excited. “Me too!”
“Hmmm.” Anya looks me up and down again. “I thought you were a little older than me.”
“H-How old are you?” I ask.
“13.” Anya shrugs.
“Oh! Me too!” Ruby chirps.
Brooke again looks at my crotch.
“12, huh?”
She almost sounds disappointed.
“I guess that’s why you didn’t shoot out there.” She smirks.
“Shoot?” Ruby, Tiffany, Anya and I chirp.
“Oh?” Brooke looks at all of us.
“Haven’t you guys had sex ed yet?” She asks.
“No.” Ruby sighs, sounding disappointed.
“Me neither.” Tiffany shrugs.
“I don’t get to take it until next year.” Anya huffs.
“Oh.” Brooke seems surprised. “Um, well, I probably shouldn’t say anything then.” She suddenly seems shy.
Brooke looks down at my crotch again.
“12? Really?” She asks again.
“Uh huh.” I nod.
“Shoot. I really thought you were older. I just thought you shaved.” She shrugs.
“Hah!” Ruby and Anya gasp.
“I mean, there’s nothing ‘wrong’ with not having hair, I just didn’t think it got like- I mean- I didn’t think it ‘stuck up’ like that until you had some.” She points to my crotch.
“Brooke?” One of the women talking to my mom waves.
She turns and waves back at the woman.
“Shoot. Well, see you guys at the Exhibition!” She winks at me, turns and leaves.
The 3 girls left with me gather closer.
Tiffany, the girl my age, excitedly looks at my crotch.
“Will you show us your penis again at the show tomorrow?!” She asks excitedly.
“Hey!” Ruby chirps
“Oooo! Yeah! What if they make you walk naked again?! That’d be so cool! Haha!” Anya teases.
“Gah! I hope not!” I gasp.
The girls giggle.
“Why?” Ruby asks with a smirk.
The girls just grin, waiting for my answer.
“I can’t model naked!” I gasp.
“Sure you can! You just did! Haha!” Anya teases.
“Tiff! Time to go!” A woman calls.
Tiffany looks back, then turns to me again.
“Oh well. See you guys tomorrow!” She waves and skips off, her wavy brown hair bouncing with each skip.
“Seriously though,” Anya turns back to me. “Could you show us some poses?”
“Huh?” I ask.
“Oooo! Yeah! Come on Jasper!” Ruby smiles.
I feel butterflies well up in my belly.
“Do you have a ‘signature’ pose yet?” Anya asks.
“Um, no. No, I don’t think I do.” I think.
Ruby and Anya look at eachother, smiling.
“Hmmmmm.” Anya eyes me up and down. “What about that ‘superhero’ one where you put your hands on your hips?” She smirks.
“Which one?” I ask, not remembering.
“Here.” She steps up to me and grabs my wrists.
She moves my arms and hands into position on my hips, pulling my elbows foreward slightly, then kneels in front of me, nudging my legs to move them where she wants them.
I’m aware of her touching me, as well as the fact that her face is inches from my crotch!
I realize which pose she’s wanting me to make and move my body.
“There!” She smiles up at me.
She looks at my crotch again and stands.
“That’s the one!” She nods in approval.
“Ooooo! Yeah! That’s a good one!” Ruby smiles.
Anya nudges Ruby, both staring at my crotch, grinning.
“Yeah. That should definitely be your ‘signature’ pose. Hmhm!” Anya smirks. “Especially when it’s a swimwear showcase.”
“Definitely! Hmhm!” Ruby grins.
“Anya? Are you ready?” The blonde woman talking to my mom calls.
“Oh! Yeah.” Anya looks back.
She turns to me again.
“Welp, see you guys at the showcase!” She waves.
“Yeah.” I wave sheepishly.
“See ya!” Ruby waves.
Our own moms now step up to us.
“Well, hello young man.” The pretty redhead with my mom says.
“Um, hi?” I say nervously.
“Shana, this is my son, Jasper.” Mom says.
The redhead lady smirks and holds out her hand.
“Nice to meet you, Jasper. You made quite the debut out there. Hmhm!” She chuckles.
I feel myself blush.
“S-Sorry.” I shake her hand timidly.
“You gave us ‘model moms’ quite a bit of explaining to do.” She remarks, looking at Ruby.
“Sorry.” I say again, blushing.
“Explain what?” Ruby looks at her mom.
“Oh?” Shana, Ruby’s mom seems surprised. “Jasper’s erection.” She nods at my crotch.
Ruby looks at my crotch and gasps.
“Oh! Right.” She blushes and smiles bashfully.
“I didn’t even know he was at that stage yet.” Mom shakes her head. “I mean, you saw. He doesn’t even have hair yet.”
I feel myself shift nervously.
“Right. Well, we better get going.” Shana looks at Ruby.
“Okay.” Ruby smiles.
“Us, too. We need to see about finding a ‘dancer’s belt’ for Jasp before tomorrow.” Mom nods.
“Certainly a good idea. Hmhm!” Ruby’s mom chuckles. “See you both at the showcase.”
Ruby steps up to me and holds out her hand.
“It was really great meeting you! You’re gonna do great!” She bights her lip in a smile as she looks at my crotch.
“Oh! Um, yeah. You too.” I say bashfully, taking her hand.
We part and she gives a little wave as they leave.
“Right.” Mom sighs.
We exit the building and head to the car.
“She was pretty.” Mom nudges me.
“Mom!” I gasp.
“Hmhm!” She chuckles.
“Jasper. I know that was embarassing, but you really did do great.” Mom says. “All the work at home you put in really shows. And you came up with some of those poses on the fly, didn’t you?”
I stand a little straighter and nod.
“Mhm.”
“In spite of your ‘wardrobe malfunction’, you did impress both the director and designer.” Mom smiles. “And you got yourself a little fan club, too, it seems.”
As we reach the car, I play back the events of my first modelling gig.
I play back the girls walking in bikinis.
Especially Ruby.
I feel my penis twitch.
“Mom,” I look at her.
“Jasp?” She asks.
“I really need a dancer’s belt.”
“I’ll walk.” I mumble.
“Wise choice.” The director nods.
The designer lets out a sigh, clapping her hands.
“Oh, good!” She cheers.
She clasps her hands together and lowers them.
“You really ARE a natural it seems, and I admit, my designs did look good on you.” She looks at my hands covering my privates. “Even if you have some ‘issues’ to work out.” She raises an eyebrow.
The director takes a deep breath and places her hands on her hips.
“Right. I’ll go let everyone know.” She looks at me, then at my hands.
“Jasper Felton.” She narrows her eyes. “Before you take to the runway again, I think we better have a private ‘first looks’ back here.”
“Huh?!” I yelp.
“I want you to strike 3 poses, like you will at the end of the runway. One straight symmetrical, one profile, one asymmetrical.” She explains. “I know you know what those are, as you hit them on your previous walks.”
I look at my hands.
“But I-“ I start, but our college age assistant cuts me off, speaking authoritatively.
“What have we been telling you about taking direction?” She asks.
“And wasting time!” Another of the college age assistants adds.
“Jasp!” Mom hisses.
I feel my penis twitch.
Mom, the director, the designer and 3 college age assistants are all staring at my naked body!
“Oh, enough dawdling!” The director steps up to me and grabs my wrists.
She yanks my hands away and presses my arms to my sides!
“Hmph!” She huffs, looking down.
“Oh!” My assistant gasps.
Enough time had passed that my erection had subsided a bit, but not all the way.
My penis sticks straight out over my tight little balls, not quite fully erect, but still noticeably ‘not flaccid’.
“Hmhm!” My assistant chuckles!
I look at her at the same time as the director.
“Sorry.” She smirks.
“Oh, Jasp!” Mom gasps.
I look at her as she shakes her head in disgust.
“Well,” the director looks down at my naked body, standing directly in front of me.
She moves her hands up my arms, squeezing my muscles until she reaches my shoulders.
“You’re 12, you say?” She asks.
“Y-Yes, ma’am?” I choke out.
She looks down at my penis.
“Well at least you don’t need to shave anything.” She quips.
“Hmhm!” The assistants chuckle. “Sorry. Again.” The one beside me shrugs.
The director steps back.
I just stand there, still and straight while these women look at my naked body!
“Right. Let’s get on with it. Demonstrate the 3 poses for us.” The director steps back and crosses her arms again.
“Straight symetrical.” She nods.
I freeze for a moment processing.
Trembling, I place my hands on the back of my head innerlocking my fingers, chest out, chin up, stomach in.
My penis wobbles.
“Hold.” The director instructs.
The director, assistants and designer all eye me up and down.
“Right. Profile.” The director nods.
I shiver as I turn my body to face 2 of the assistants.
I lift my heel and bend my knee slightly, placing one hand on my hip and turning my upper body to face the director.
“Hold.” The director instructs.
My penis twitches!
I’m getting erect again!
“Hmhm!” The assistants chuckle again.
“Hmmm.” The director sighs.
“Asymmetrical.” She says.
I keep my hand on my hip, but lift my other arm, placing my hand behind my head.
I stand straight, spreading my legs apart a bit, but keeping them straight.
My penis twitches, starting to point upward!
“Jasper!” Mom hisses.
The director looks down at my penis, which continues it’s ascent.
The director holds up her hand to my mom.
“No need for that. This is necessary for this lesson.” She says calmly.
I begin breathing rapidly as my penis twitches into a full erection!
The director looks me up and down.
“Yes.” She nods. “You do have a very good ‘natural’ instinct to your movements. That’s rare.”
I relax and cover my erect penis and balls.
“You just lack that ‘control’ we discussed earlier.” She points at my hands.
“And as for taking direction, did I ‘direct’ you to cover yourself?” She asks.
“S-Sorry.” I mumble, moving my hands to my sides again.
My penis is now fully erect and I’m starting to feel ‘tingly’.
“Right. The poses are good. I didn’t see anything to be corrected in your walk either.” The director looks at the designer and the assistants.
“Ladies, if you could go inform the other models and their mothers that we are about to begin.”
The 3 assistants leave.
“I’m going back into the auditorium to observe as well.” The designer says.
“Jasper. I want you to walk and pose as though you are modeling my line. Remember, this is an opportunity for BOTH of us.” She adds.
I nod, but can’t stop shaking.
The director looks at my mom.
“Would you like to observe from the runway, or from back here with me, or the auditorium?” She asks.
“Oh! Um,” Mom looks at me, then at my erect penis.
She glares at me
“I’ll watch with you from back here.” She says.
“Right. Jasper, Ms Felton. Let’s begin.”
The director leads us back to the sidestage where the other models and myself waited for our turn to walk.
Now, it’s just me, mom and her.
There’s no pretty girls in swimwear to gawk at.
There’s no cute redhead to chat with.
There’s no young girls giggling from behind me.
And there’s no swimsuit covering my privates.
The director stops us where the stage assistant had been giving us our queues earlier.
“Right.” She looks out onto the runway.
I can hear giggles and chatter from the girls and their moms!
My heart begins pounding and my penis is throbbing!
The director turns to me and crosses her arms.
I begin trembling.
“Walk. Pose. Walk. Repeat. Got it?” She asks.
“H-How many times do I have to?” I mumble.
The director looks at my erect penis.
“Until you can control that.” She nods.
I cover myself.
“I-I can’t do this!” I yelp.
I turn to my mom.
“Mom! Give me my clothes!” I beg.
“Jasper!” Mom scolds, hugging my clothes tightly.
The director grabs my shoulders, spinning me to face her.
“Jasper.” She looks me in the eyes. “This is your 2nd chance. Do you understand how RARE those are in this industry? You have a natural gift for this, and at such a young age! Do NOT throw it away now.” She says stearnly.
“B-But all those girls-!” I plead.
“-Are now your audience.” The director finishes. “Show not just us, but your fellow models that you want this! You do NOT want to be blacklisted, trust me.”
“Jasper. Please! Think about your future!” Mom pleads.
*kchurk!*
The director’s walkie clicks from her hip.
“Is Jasper ready? Everyone is waiting.” The designer’s voice comes through the walkie.
The director looks at me.
“Jasp?” Mom sighs.
I move my hands, feeling my erect penis twitching.
The director looks down.
She shakes her head.
“Show us you can get THAT under control.” She says.
Then, she swiftly moves behind me and pushes me onto the runway!
“Walk!” She cheers.
“Ah!” I yelp, stumbling into the auditorium lights.
I stumble for the first few steps, but then reflex takes over and I fell into my ‘model stride’.
Half way down the runway, I hear it-
“Hehehehehe!” The highpitched giggle of little girls!
“Oh my!” I hear a woman gasp.
One of the moms!
It echoes in the auditorium, so I can’t tell where it’s coming from.
The only light comes from the stage lights, which are all focussed on the runway.
It makes it impossible to see the surrounding area.
Other than the runway, it’s darkness.
But I know 9 girls and their moms are all watching right now!
I look down as I walk.
My penis is sticking straight up, not moving at all as I take each step!
My balls are tight, and drawn up to my body.
I hit the end of the run way.
3 poses.
But I’m naked!
I put my hands behind my head, face straight, bend my right knee and lift my right heel.
My penis twitches.
I wonder if the cute redhead and brunette are watching.
Hold 1, 2, 3.
Next pose.
I shift position of my legs, placing one hand on my hip, keeping the other on the back if my head.
I feel my penis twitching in time with my pounding heart!
Hold 1, 2, 3.
Last pose.
Hands on hips, abs flexed, shoulders back, pelvis forward, head turned.
“Oh wow!” I hear a girl gasp.
Hold 1, 2, 3.
I stand straight, turn and begin walking back down the runway.
I feel lightheaded.
I play back the poses I just did.
Even though I can’t see the girls, there’s no doubt they saw ALL of me!
My stiff penis tickles!
It’s a sensation I know!
But it doesn’t feel like that unless I play with it!
I usually stop when that happens!
But I’m not touching it right now!
I make it back to the director.
I’m shaking with nerves.
“Great job.” She smirks. “You really are a natural.”
She looks at my stiff penis.
“But still lack ‘control’. Go again.” She points back out to the runway.
“Please! I can’t go back out there like this!” I plead.
“Yes. You can.” She says this with a somewhat ‘softened’ tone. “Pay more attention to your stride, and keep up your natural instinct on your posing. You’re doing well.”
She continues pointing.
I sigh and turn.
I begin walking.
I think about walking the runway earlier-
Crossing paths with the girls in their swimsuits-
Picturing them WITHOUT their swimsuits!
I stumble a bit.
My penis is starting to hurt!
It’s so hard!
What if we ALL had to walk naked?!
I hit the end of the runway.
I lift my arms behind my head, grabbing my elbows.
I flex my abs and push my hips forward.
My penis throbs!
I can feel it twitching!
Hold 1, 2, 3.
I move my hands to my hips, pushing them to the right.
I look left.
Hold 1, 2, 3.
“I can’t believe this!” A girl’s voice whispers.
“You can see everything! Hehehe!” Another girl giggles.
I turn my lower body to the left, upper body right, hands on hips.
Hold 1, 2, 3.
I feel dizzy, knowing that all these girls and their moms are seeing me pose naked, and with a stiff penis, too!
I turn and walk back down the runway.
With every step, my penis throbs!
I reach the director again.
She looks at my hard penis.
“Come on, Jasper. Control!” She points back out to the runway.
I walk, though I can’t seem to get my stride right.
With each step, the movement of my balls and penis makes me tremble!
I reach the end of the runway again.
I stand straight, hands behind my head, I lean my upper torso to the left while looking right.
Hold 1, 2, 3.
“You really can see everything from down here!”
I hear a girl whisper.
I look down.
The stage lights are too bright, and the surrounding darkness is too dark!
I turn my hips, lift my heel and bend my knee while putting one hand on my hip and the other behind my head.
Hold 1, 2, 3.
“Yeah! You can see it REALLY good! Hehehe!”
I hear another girl chuckles.
“Ah! Ah! Ah!” I begin panting as my penis twitches!
I feel a hot tickle building!
My penis itches!
I stand straight and put my hands behind my head again, this time leaning my torso right while looking left.
“It looks funny! Hehe!”
Definitely one of the little girls!
“I wish boys had to model naked ALL the time!”
It’s a voice I recognize!
The redhead girl!
I push my hips forward and prepare to hold the pose when the tickle in my penis becomes unbearable!
“Ahhhhhhhhhhh!” I squirm.
I hunch forward a bit, clenching my thighs together, pushing my balls forward and causing my penis to point up even more!
I have to hold my hands out by my sides to maintain balance as my whole body writhes as I stand at the end of the runway!
I’ve lost all composure and ability to pose properly.
“Ugh! Unnnnng!” I grunt and groan as I drop to my hands and knees.
“Hah!” I hear a collective gasp.
My whole body tenses!
Reflexively, I buck my hips.
The hot tingle in my penis turns into a sting of pleasure!
“Wha-?!” I hear more gasps.
After dry humping the air a couple times, I lean back, resting my butt on my heels and pinch my penis!
With me on my knees, legs spread, there’s no doubt the girls can see everything!
The instant my fingers touch my penis, the hot, tickly, burning, tingly pleasurable sensation overwhelms me!
It feels SO good!
“Unnnnnnnggggggggggg!” I groan as I pinch my stiff penis and lean back, letting everyone see everything!
I’m torn between wanting this sensation to end and NEVER wanting it end!
Touching my stiff penis in this moment is too much!
I roll onto my side as my whole body tenses and goes rigid with a spasm!
I squeeze my penis in an effort to make this feeling stop, but it only makes the sensation stronger!
I roll onto my back, bucking my hips, continuing to pinch my penis hard to make the sensation stop.
I slam my free hand on the floor repeatedly, sending a loud ‘slapping’ sound echoing through the auditorium!
“Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah!” I continue panting, feeling my muscles tense!
I move my fingers down and pinch my penis at the base!
No doubt, this gives all the girls and their moms a perfect profile view of my penis and balls, but it’s all I can do to stop the feeling!
As overwhelming as the sensation had been, I’m shocked by how quickly it subsides.
The intense, burning, tickling pleasure starts to dull as my muscles relax.
I lay there on my back, panting.
I feel my penis shrink and flop in my fingers.
The auditorium is silent.
I let go of my penis and stand up.
My knees are shaking.
I feel a residual ‘twitch’ in my penis and reflexively pinch it again and tug it outwards, stretching it a bit before letting go.
It’s no longer stiff and sticking up.
It’s now dangling loose over my balls, which also hang a little looser.
It continues to shrink.
“Ahhhhhhhh.” I let out a sigh of relief.
“Whoa!”
“Is he okay?”
“What happened?!”
“He just did that on the runway!”
“Look at his thingy! Hehehe!”
“Wow!”
“Poor boy.”
There are a mix of other whispers and comments from the moms.
Some sound angry, some embarassed, some concerned.
Panting, I turn and walk back towards the start of the runway.
Everything feels like a hazy dream.
I hear the director’s words in my head.
(Walk. Pose. Walk. Repeat.)
So, that’s what I do.
I get to the director and turn again.
“Oh!” She gasps as I walk back down the runway.
My limp penis wiggles side to side as I walk, hanging over my tight little balls.
I hit the end of the runway.
Left heel raised, left knee bent, hands on hips, turn to the left, look straight.
Hold 1, 2, 3.
I know everyone can see my limp penis and balls dangling as I pose.
I put my hands behind my head, face forward, lift my right heel.
Hold 1, 2, 3.
Shifting my right leg makes my penis hang more to the left.
I feel it shorten a bit more.
Last pose.
Hands on hips again, hips forward, stand straight, head tilt back.
I stand on full display.
Hold 1, 2, 3.
I feel numb.
I turn and walk back down the runway, hearing whispers and giggles from the girls and moms as I walk.
I make it back to the director, not bothering to cover up in front of she and my mom.
She places her hands on her hips.
“Well, that was quite the showcase you put on out there.” The director raises an eyebrow.
“I’ll say!” The assistant assigned to me smirks.
“Jasper!” Mom hisses as she steps up from the auditorium. “How could you?!”
The designer is right behind her.
She looks embarassed.
The director looks down at my penis.
“Looks like you finally have that ‘control’ we were after, eh?” She smirks.
“I- I’m very sorry.” Is all I can say.
“Right.” The director turns and looks at the designer.
“Well? How are we feeling about young Jasper here still modelling your line in the showcase?” She asks.
The designer looks down at my naked body.
“I’ll admit. Up until the end there, he hit all his marks, nailed each pose and paced himself perfectly, even without music.” She shrugs. “That’s pretty impressive.”
“I’ll say.” The director smirks.
“He really IS a natural.” The assistant smiles.
“Yes. Yes. I believe you may be right.” The designer sighs.
“And when he WAS in my designs, they did fit him quite well, which won’t go unnoticed.” She adds.
“Is Jasper allowed to stay in the show then?” Mom asks.
The director and designer share a look for a few moments.
The designer smiles.
“Yes. I believe Jasper still has a place in my showcase.” She says.
“There we go.” The director smirks.
“Oh! Thank you! Thank you!” Mom gasps.
She looks at me.
“Jasper! What do you say?!”
“Thank you! Thank you very much!” I say.
The director holds out her hand.
I take it and shake it.
We part and the director smirks down at my naked body.
“Right. Why don’t you head back and get dressed?” She says before turning to my mom.
“I have a few forms for you to fill out, if you’ll follow me.” She says.
“Oh? Okay.” Mom looks at my clothes in her arms.
“I can take those!” The assistant chirps.
“Oh. Right.” Mom hands my clothes to the assistant before following the director.
The designer steps up to me.
“You really did model my designs well.” She smirks. “After the show tomorrow, assuming you do as well as did out there today- minus the ‘issues’ of course-“ She looks at my limp penis. “I’ll get your contact details from your mother, and we’ll see about collaborating again in the future.”
“Th-Thank you! Thank you very much!” I gasp.
She turns and follows the director and my mom.
I look at the assistant who is holding my clothes.
“This way.” She smiles and turns and leads me back to the changing area.
The air is noticeably cooler back here, and I feel a chill.
Goosebumps prick up all over my body and I feel my balls tighten.
She looks over her shoulder.
“You really are a natural out there.”
“Th-Thanks.” I blush.
I hear whispering and giggling from around the corner as we reach the changing area.
I cover myself with my hands.
“Oh yeah, I think you have a little fan club starting up. Hmhm!” She chuckles.
She ushers me around the corner and there, chatting and giggling, are all 9 of my fellow models!
The cute redhead and tall blonde with curly hair are first to reach me.
“Oh my god!” The tall blonde grins. “I can’t believe you seriously just did that!”
“What happened?! Are you alright?” The pretty redhead asked.
“I- I don’t know. I just-“ I feel myself blush, cupping my hands over myself even tighter.
“I’m surprised you didn’t make a mess out there!” The tall blonde teases, looking at my cupped hands.
“Well, I mean, he’s only 12.” The assistant holding my clothes shrugs.
The tall blonde looks me up and down and smirks.
“Yeah. I can tell. Hmhm!” She points at my cupped hands.
“C-Can I have my clothes, please?” I ask the assistant who is still holding them.
“Oh! Right. Sorry.” She blushes with a grin and hands me my shirt first.
I was hoping for my briefs and pants first, but I guess I can just tug my shirt down to hide my privates.
Though, I guess there’s really no point now.
I delay the inevitable for just a moment longer before I take my shirt from the assistant.
“Huh?” I take it and realize that mom had folded like she had from her time as a sales associate at a mall clothing store!
It was tucked into itself and needed to be untucked using 2 hands!
I fumble with it for a moment, giving everyone an unobstructed view of my penis and balls again.
The little brunette I’d flashed first is the first to comment.
“It looks tiny now!” She points.
“Oh!” The redhead gasps.
“Awwww! What happened?! Haha!” The tall blonde points.
I pause momentarily to look at her.
She’s smiling and staring!
I look down.
I’m completely flaccid, and it looks like my penis has shrunk a bit!
I panic and hastily pull the shirt on over my arms and head.
The sleeves and head remain tightly tucked, however, and I find myself completely stuck and blind!
I struggle as I hear more laughing, knowing that all these girls are watching my limp little penis and balls flop around!
I feel someone wrap their arms around my chest from behind.
“Hold still! Haha! Jeez!” The tall blonde says.
She holds me there for a few seconds, guaranteeing all the girls get a good, long look at my junk!
“Here. Let me help.”
That voice!
The redhead!
I feel hands on my arms stuck in the shirt over my head.
Fingers begin tugging at the fabric.
“Oh, jeez!” She sighs.
I feel her breath through the fabric of the shirt!
My heart is pounding!
Not just because it’s HER helping me, but because I know all the others can see my penis and balls again!
I feel her tugging the fabric of my shirt around.
“Al-most!” She grunts.
Finally, the shirt slips from my arms and head.
The blonde moves her arms away as the redhead lowers the hem of my shirt down my body.
I see her smile as she looks down at my naked lower half.
I cup my hands over myself again.
“You really do look good from back here. Haha!” The blonde laughs stepping back behind me.
“He’s pretty cute from here, too.” The assistant smirks from beside us.
“Here.” She holds out my briefs.
“Wait!” The little brunette girl I’d accidentally flashed early on chirps. “Can we look at your penis some more?!”
The girls all giggle.
“Ladies! You’re all models! Be professional!” The assistant scolds.
I reach for my briefs, keeping one hand cupping my privates.
The assistant adjusts my briefs, holding them up with both hands by the waistband.
Instead of handing them to me, she kneels and holds them out.
I just stand there for a moment, not knowing what to do!
“Come on, Jasper.” She nods for me to step into them!
“It’s normal for assistants to help you dress. That’s what we’re here for.” She smiles up at me.
Reluctantly, I step into my briefs as the assistant kneels before me, holding them.
She slides them up my legs to half thigh.
“Hands.” She says.
Reflexively, I move my hands away from my crotch.
“Hmhm!” The assistant chuckles as my little penis and balls flop directly in front of her face!
She holds my briefs still at mid thigh, giving all the girls yet another prolonged look at my penis and balls!
“You know, Jasper?” She looks up at me. “Just like the rest of you, it’s pretty good looking.” She winks as she finally pulls my briefs up into place.
She stands up.
And holds out my pants, simply handing them to me now.
I hastily take them from her and continue getting dressed as moms start coming in with the director.
The girls continue to giggle and mill about.
I slip on my shoes as mom approaches me with the director.
“Right, Jasper Felton.” She sighs as she stands in front of me.
I stand straight.
“As we discussed, 2nd chances in this industry are rare, but you’ve been given one anyway.” She explains.
I let out a sigh of relief.
“You earned it, really.” She huffs. “My assistants, the designer- they were right. And you proved it.”
She looks at my crotch. “Despite your ‘display’ on the runway.”
I feel shame flow through me.
“At least there was no ‘mess’ to clean up.” She smirks.
“I’ve given your mother several local dance studios to check before tomorrow so you can acquire a dancer’s belt to provide ‘support’.” She gestures to my crotch. “Though it might be more prudent to check with some of your fellow models to see if any of them could supply you with one before tomorrow.”
At this the cute redhead girl hops up after tying just tying her shoes.
“I can bring you one of mine!” She hops beside me.
“Um-?” I gasp.
She holds out her hand.
“Oh! I’m Ruby, by the way. Ruby Redfearn.”
Trembling, I shake her hand.
It’s so soft!
“J-Jasp-“ I choke.
“Jasper Felton. I know. Hehe!” She giggles. “You’re gonna be great one day! I mean-“ She blushes. “You ARE great. Out there- I mean. You’re REALLY good!” She stammers, grinning bashfully.
She looks down at my pants and smiles.
“Y-You looked great, too!” I say. “I mean- you were great. I mean, also.”
I feel myself turn as red as her hair.
There’s an awkward pause.
“Jasper Felton, huh?” The tall blonde with curly hair smirks as she steps up. “I’m sure we’ll ALL remember that name.”
The other blonde close to my age smiles.
“I know I will! You’re the first boy I’ve ever seen naked! Haha!” She laughs.
“Me too!”
“Me three! Hehehe!” The young brunette I flashed initially chuckles.
“Alright everyone! We have a lot to do to set up here before tomorrow, so for now… dismissed!” The director shouts.
The assistants begin ushering us out.
Everyone is already dressed and the moms have the girls’ things gathered, so it’s just a mass exodus to the door.
Ruby grabs my arm and pulls me along with her.
“Have you ever modeled naked before?” Ruby asks.
“N-No.” I say sheepishly.
“Have you?” I ask.
I immediately wince.
I shouldn’t ask a girl such things!
“Haha! No. But I’ve seen a lot!” Ruby remarks.
“Wha-?!” I’m stunned.
She can’t be much older than me!
“Y-You have?” I gulp.
“Hmhm! My mom wants me to do well, so she’s shown me all kinds of modeling and fashion shoots. I’ve seen older girls and boys pose naked in pictures before.” She looks at me as we walk.
She looks down at my crotch.
“But the boys’ penises never stick up the way yours does.” She blushes.
I feel myself blush too!
“It’s because he got excited. Ha!” The tall blonde with curly hair laughs as she falls in beside us.
“It’s happened to other boys in gigs I’ve been in.” She smiles.
“Really?!” Ruby gasps.
“Yup! I guess guys can’t help it around so many girls in skimpy outfits.” The tall blonde shrugs.
I feel shame well up inside at essentially being called out for getting aroused by looking at the girls.
The tall blonde looks at my crotch.
“But this is the first time I’ve seen it happen on a NAKED guy.” She smiles.
“Wow!” Ruby gasps, still holding my arm.
We reach the lobby.
The mothers of the 6 youngest girls usher them outside without letting them really interact with me beyond giggles and whispers, leaving me with Ruby, the older, tall blonde girl, the blonde around my age, and a pretty brunette girl, also around my age, as well as their mothers.
Rather than addressing me directly, it seems the girls’ mothers would rather talk to my mom about the events of the day.
“Oh! Sorry.” Ruby chirps, blushing as she lets go of my arm.
“It’s alright.” I blush and smile.
The brunette girl steps up to me.
“Jasper, right?” She asks holding out her hand.
“Um, yeah.” I take her hand timidly.
She also seems nervous.
“Tiffany.” She shakes my hand. “I know it can be really scary modelling swimwear, but to do it naked?! Like you did?!” She shakes her head. “That was really brave of you, and you did a great job.” She nods, blushing.
“Oh, um, thank you.” I blush.
The other blonde girl close to my age also chymes in.
“Oh yeah! I’m Anya!” She holds out her hand.
“Hi.” I say timidly as I shake her hand.
The tall blonde with curly hair holds out her hand.
“Brooke.” She smiles.
“Hi.” I shake her hand.
Knowing their names now somehow makes the fact they’ve all seen me naked even MORE embarassing!
Brooke looks me up and down.
“I heard them say you were 12?” She asks.
“Oh!” Ruby gasps.
“Um, y-yeah.” I say timidly.
“Really?!” Tiffany chirps, suddenly very excited. “Me too!”
“Hmmm.” Anya looks me up and down again. “I thought you were a little older than me.”
“H-How old are you?” I ask.
“13.” Anya shrugs.
“Oh! Me too!” Ruby chirps.
Brooke again looks at my crotch.
“12, huh?”
She almost sounds disappointed.
“I guess that’s why you didn’t shoot out there.” She smirks.
“Shoot?” Ruby, Tiffany, Anya and I chirp.
“Oh?” Brooke looks at all of us.
“Haven’t you guys had sex ed yet?” She asks.
“No.” Ruby sighs, sounding disappointed.
“Me neither.” Tiffany shrugs.
“I don’t get to take it until next year.” Anya huffs.
“Oh.” Brooke seems surprised. “Um, well, I probably shouldn’t say anything then.” She suddenly seems shy.
Brooke looks down at my crotch again.
“12? Really?” She asks again.
“Uh huh.” I nod.
“Shoot. I really thought you were older. I just thought you shaved.” She shrugs.
“Hah!” Ruby and Anya gasp.
“I mean, there’s nothing ‘wrong’ with not having hair, I just didn’t think it got like- I mean- I didn’t think it ‘stuck up’ like that until you had some.” She points to my crotch.
“Brooke?” One of the women talking to my mom waves.
She turns and waves back at the woman.
“Shoot. Well, see you guys at the Exhibition!” She winks at me, turns and leaves.
The 3 girls left with me gather closer.
Tiffany, the girl my age, excitedly looks at my crotch.
“Will you show us your penis again at the show tomorrow?!” She asks excitedly.
“Hey!” Ruby chirps
“Oooo! Yeah! What if they make you walk naked again?! That’d be so cool! Haha!” Anya teases.
“Gah! I hope not!” I gasp.
The girls giggle.
“Why?” Ruby asks with a smirk.
The girls just grin, waiting for my answer.
“I can’t model naked!” I gasp.
“Sure you can! You just did! Haha!” Anya teases.
“Tiff! Time to go!” A woman calls.
Tiffany looks back, then turns to me again.
“Oh well. See you guys tomorrow!” She waves and skips off, her wavy brown hair bouncing with each skip.
“Seriously though,” Anya turns back to me. “Could you show us some poses?”
“Huh?” I ask.
“Oooo! Yeah! Come on Jasper!” Ruby smiles.
I feel butterflies well up in my belly.
“Do you have a ‘signature’ pose yet?” Anya asks.
“Um, no. No, I don’t think I do.” I think.
Ruby and Anya look at eachother, smiling.
“Hmmmmm.” Anya eyes me up and down. “What about that ‘superhero’ one where you put your hands on your hips?” She smirks.
“Which one?” I ask, not remembering.
“Here.” She steps up to me and grabs my wrists.
She moves my arms and hands into position on my hips, pulling my elbows foreward slightly, then kneels in front of me, nudging my legs to move them where she wants them.
I’m aware of her touching me, as well as the fact that her face is inches from my crotch!
I realize which pose she’s wanting me to make and move my body.
“There!” She smiles up at me.
She looks at my crotch again and stands.
“That’s the one!” She nods in approval.
“Ooooo! Yeah! That’s a good one!” Ruby smiles.
Anya nudges Ruby, both staring at my crotch, grinning.
“Yeah. That should definitely be your ‘signature’ pose. Hmhm!” Anya smirks. “Especially when it’s a swimwear showcase.”
“Definitely! Hmhm!” Ruby grins.
“Anya? Are you ready?” The blonde woman talking to my mom calls.
“Oh! Yeah.” Anya looks back.
She turns to me again.
“Welp, see you guys at the showcase!” She waves.
“Yeah.” I wave sheepishly.
“See ya!” Ruby waves.
Our own moms now step up to us.
“Well, hello young man.” The pretty redhead with my mom says.
“Um, hi?” I say nervously.
“Shana, this is my son, Jasper.” Mom says.
The redhead lady smirks and holds out her hand.
“Nice to meet you, Jasper. You made quite the debut out there. Hmhm!” She chuckles.
I feel myself blush.
“S-Sorry.” I shake her hand timidly.
“You gave us ‘model moms’ quite a bit of explaining to do.” She remarks, looking at Ruby.
“Sorry.” I say again, blushing.
“Explain what?” Ruby looks at her mom.
“Oh?” Shana, Ruby’s mom seems surprised. “Jasper’s erection.” She nods at my crotch.
Ruby looks at my crotch and gasps.
“Oh! Right.” She blushes and smiles bashfully.
“I didn’t even know he was at that stage yet.” Mom shakes her head. “I mean, you saw. He doesn’t even have hair yet.”
I feel myself shift nervously.
“Right. Well, we better get going.” Shana looks at Ruby.
“Okay.” Ruby smiles.
“Us, too. We need to see about finding a ‘dancer’s belt’ for Jasp before tomorrow.” Mom nods.
“Certainly a good idea. Hmhm!” Ruby’s mom chuckles. “See you both at the showcase.”
Ruby steps up to me and holds out her hand.
“It was really great meeting you! You’re gonna do great!” She bights her lip in a smile as she looks at my crotch.
“Oh! Um, yeah. You too.” I say bashfully, taking her hand.
We part and she gives a little wave as they leave.
“Right.” Mom sighs.
We exit the building and head to the car.
“She was pretty.” Mom nudges me.
“Mom!” I gasp.
“Hmhm!” She chuckles.
“Jasper. I know that was embarassing, but you really did do great.” Mom says. “All the work at home you put in really shows. And you came up with some of those poses on the fly, didn’t you?”
I stand a little straighter and nod.
“Mhm.”
“In spite of your ‘wardrobe malfunction’, you did impress both the director and designer.” Mom smiles. “And you got yourself a little fan club, too, it seems.”
As we reach the car, I play back the events of my first modelling gig.
I play back the girls walking in bikinis.
Especially Ruby.
I feel my penis twitch.
“Mom,” I look at her.
“Jasp?” She asks.
“I really need a dancer’s belt.”
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Re: Youth Swimwear Exhibition (Complete 2/6/2026)
Fantastic chapter, NudeBaG! Love the reaction of the girls to his bare naked modelling. He seems to have a little fan club too!
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I'm not a fan of SPH stories, so I really like that although he hasn't yet reached puberty, and was embarrassed, the girls at the end complimented him and encouraged him.
I like a "feel-good" embarrassing naked story.
Nice final chapter!
I like a "feel-good" embarrassing naked story.
Nice final chapter!
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Agreed!Jeepman89 wrote: Sat Feb 07, 2026 12:49 am Fantastic chapter, NudeBaG! Love the reaction of the girls to his bare naked modelling. He seems to have a little fan club too!
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Thanks!Surfboy wrote: Fri Feb 13, 2026 10:24 pm I'm not a fan of SPH stories, so I really like that although he hasn't yet reached puberty, and was embarrassed, the girls at the end complimented him and encouraged him.
I like a "feel-good" embarrassing naked story.
Nice final chapter!
Yeah.
I’m not a fan of SPH either.
But considering his age, I think he did pretty well
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Reading this has caused me to wonder at what age does a boy have to be for an "average" girl to want to get to see him in the nude and know all about his full muscle structure, his bare butt and his penis.
Are other 12 year olds - his peers - interested in learning this about him?
Are 14 year old girls interested?
Are 20 year old girls interested.
Is 14 the age where a girl believes all boys should be stripped naked, regardless of their sense of humiliation, because all girls 14, 20 and 27 would enjoy seeing him naked at 14?
Are other 12 year olds - his peers - interested in learning this about him?
Are 14 year old girls interested?
Are 20 year old girls interested.
Is 14 the age where a girl believes all boys should be stripped naked, regardless of their sense of humiliation, because all girls 14, 20 and 27 would enjoy seeing him naked at 14?
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I can understand this, but there are a percentage of males who IRL, would anything like this happen to them, their SPH experience would be something they would eventually - a few years down the road - masturbate to until the cows came home.I'm not a fan of SPH stories, so I really like that although he hasn't yet reached puberty, and was embarrassed, the girls at the end complimented him and encouraged him.
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Re: Youth Swimwear Exhibition (Complete 2/6/2026)
Once you hit 8-10, I think the desire/idea of seeing the opposite sex naked becomes a thing.Xirix7 wrote: Sun Feb 15, 2026 2:35 pm Reading this has caused me to wonder at what age does a boy have to be for an "average" girl to want to get to see him in the nude and know all about his full muscle structure, his bare butt and his penis.
Are other 12 year olds - his peers - interested in learning this about him?
Are 14 year old girls interested?
Are 20 year old girls interested.
Is 14 the age where a girl believes all boys should be stripped naked, regardless of their sense of humiliation, because all girls 14, 20 and 27 would enjoy seeing him naked at 14?
Seeing a much older person of the opposite sex in person can be intimidating, but seeing a person of the opposite sex close to your age?
That seems ‘safer’.
Still a naughty taboo, but no overt ‘threat’
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