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Training the Nude Model II
by Jayman1
When potential clients came to the gym, Todd had me escort them through the facility to check out the place. Most of the time they would check me out as well. Not only the women and gay guys but even the straight guys would check me out when they thought I wasn't looking. My workouts were paying big dividends and I got glances whenever I walked into a room.
I liked the attention. I started to see how far I could push it and would stretch or flex to see how many heads I could turn. Still, I wasn't use to that attention when changing or showering in the locker room. Like I said, I always got looks, but now groups of guys would follow me into the lockers and hang around when I was changing. Most were discrete, chatting or asking me questions about my workout while taking a glance, but a few would just stand a stare, creeping me out.
Then there was the incident in the showers. So Todd had one shower stall reserved for staff use. We weren't allowed to use the 12 other shower stalls that were reserved for clients. The showers are arraigned with 6 each on both sides of corridor which ended directly into the staff shower. The staff shower was visible all the way down the corridor and, due to the corridor becoming wider near the entrance, from the locker room as well. Every shower had a frosted glass door for privacy.
So one day, after a particularly excellent workout, Todd stopped me and said he was remodeling the showers and while the staff shower was still usable, it was now a little different. Client shower stalls were still off limits. Not thinking anything of it I stripped, wrapped a towel around me, and walked through an extra crowded locker room to the staff shower. As I walked down the corridor I noticed that the client showers all looked the same but the staff shower at the end of the hall was missing it's door.
I thought, what the shit is this? I'm totally exposed for half the locker room to see. I was too sweaty and had a class soon, so needed a shower. I knew I couldn't use the client showers, so took and look around and decided there were not many people looking. I switched on the shower and dropped my towel.
As I lathered up I started thinking how exposed I was. How anyone glancing in would see me in all my wet, lathered, muscular glory. The thought of my nude body on display seemed exciting, much in the same way I felt when I first put on my revealing gym uniform Todd required.
As I continued to rub soap over my body, slowing caressing each muscle, my right hand unconsciously worked its way down my chest and stomach lingering just above my slowing engorging dick. The temptation was too great. The urge to pump my dick while my ass and back were exposed to the locker room was overwhelming. Whats a few strokes going to hurt? Without thinking I banged out about 40 strokes, which resulted in a full 8 1/2", hard, thick, erection.
Realizing I need to stop before I spray the showers with my semen, I start to turn and reach for my towel only to find it missing. As I turned around in a panic looking for my towel, I saw about 25 guys standing in the wide entrance to the showers staring at me, most with slight grins on their faces. One guy said, "Don't stop the show now that it's getting good Jay!". In complete embarrassment, and with a full erection in view, I walk down the corridor squeezing through the crowd.
As I passed through the crowd, hands rubbed my muscular chest, back, and ass. One or two hands even brushed my hard dick. When I was almost through the crowd, one hand clamped down hard on my dick, and spun me face to face with Todd. As I stood frozen in place Todd stroked my dick a few times, pushed a $100 bill into my hand, and said, "Good show Jay, there's more money for this type of work."
I was so mortified I grabbed my clothes and ran out to my evening figure drawing class.
Next up - Instructor shares Jay's anatomy with the class.
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Training the Nude Model
HI, may name is Jay and this is a true story. When I was 19 my I was able to scrape together enough funds to attend a university in a major east coast city, although just barely. I knew I could cover one semester's tuition and possible could fund a second if I found a job and saved like hell. I found a job working in a gym, which was great because I had been working out four to five days
Training The Nude Model (Halloween Interlude)
I was nearing the end of a long pose during the Thursday evening drawing class at my university modeling gig. The evening drawing classes is typically attended by part-time students or middle age women and gay men looking to ogle a half naked model. The instructor for the evening class usually ops-out full nudity, so I typically end up in a shirtless pose or with some type of drape
Training The Nude Model (Halloween Interlude) II
So at the end of my last drawing session Marc said he wanted me to model at a special Halloween party he organizes for a group of wealthy men. For the past few years the men have hired Marc to set up a Halloween themed art installation featuring a male model. Marc said I would be required to model erotically and get an erection and possibly climax at some point. He said there would be no contact
Training the Nude Model II
So I had been attending college and working at the gym for about a month. During that time I became comfortable with the revealing gym uniform the owner, Todd, had required me to wear. Todd was using a similar marketing approach like that clothing store that has giant pictures of shirtless men in the entrance, only I was real, not a picture, and wearing a very tight muscle shirt and
Training the Nude Model III
It was almost two weeks before I became comfortable with my gym "shower show" fame. The first few days after the indecent, I tried to stay as far from the showers as possible, working mostly at the reception desk or cleaning and adjusting the equipment on the gym floor. Over time I became comfortable with the extra attention I was receiving. My boss Todd said I needed to start, "showing
Training the Nude Model IV
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Training the Nude Model V
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Training the Nude Model VI - Updated and hotter!
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Training the Nude Model VII - Updated
My reputation as being both a very muscular model as well as being very receptive to modeling in ways other models would not, spread throughout the art department and into the art community. A part time art instructor at the university, Karen Pratt, had hired me for private drawing sessions she leads on weekends at a small art center outside the university. Karen had taken advantage of my growing
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