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After practice on Tuesday, Zach and I were set to meet the art professor. We all got out of the pool and headed for the locker room. The locker room was a mad house after the morning practice, since lots of the guys had 8 am classes, and we finished at 7:30. Those of us with later classes usually deferred to them, it was an unwritten courtesy. So, the rest of us would hang around for fifteen minutes or so, still in our suits and talk, banter, or do whatever guys do. On this day we stopped by the bulletin board.

“Any of you guys going to do this?” Thomas asked, pointing to the models wanted sign.

“Ryan and I are thinking about it,” Zach replied. “We go see the guy as soon as we get dressed. I called him yesterday.”

A little teasing came from the other guys, but Thomas said nothing. As we started to change in the locker room, Thomas asked if he could come with us. “I’m kind of interested in doing it, too” he said, standing there with not a thing on, towel in hand.

“Go just like that and you will be hired in a second” Zach said back in jest. I chucked to myself.

All dressed, we grabbed coffee and breakfast on the way to the art building. I had actually never been in the art building. We showed our id’s at the guard desk and then asked where we could find the professor.

“Hi, I’m Zach” Zach announced as we met the professor. He was older (at least to us) with greying hair. Pretty fit, but not great. Certainly not a Speedo fit guy. “This is Ryan, and Thomas asked if he could come along, too. Hope you don’t mind, but he was interested as well.

“Not at all,” the prof replied. “I actually need three or four guys and three or four girls. It’s funny, easy to get the guys but the girls are harder to get.”

The deal was this. He needed to have male and female models for his senior level art class on drawing the human body. The problem is the school prohibits nude models, so he explained. So, he looks for models who are willing to model in “as close to naked” as he can get. “We kind of stretch the rules as much as we can,” the prof added.

“I’d really like to get some guys off the swim team, because you are used to being in really tiny swimsuits” he observed. “Which is why I got someone to put up the poster at the pool.” He said the models last year wore running shorts, “which were okay, but ….” he trailed off, shrugging his shoulders. “Plus you guys are really lean and muscular, which makes the drawing more interesting.”

He had only two rules, first was we had to wear a solid color, and white or skin tone was most preferred. “The briefer the better,” he added. “The more of your body you are willing to show while staying in the rules, the better.” As he explained the rules, as long as it was still technically a swim suit we were okay. “If you can wear it at the beach, it is probably okay, but no thongs.”

“If you have to buy something, let me know and I will pay for it,” he offered. I immediately took note of that. He handed us a catalogue from International Male and said they have some good stuff if we were interested. “Just let me know and I will place the order, but we got to do it soon. Of course, you guys probably have lots of swimsuits you can use. Some of the stuff in here is more brief than even what you wear for swimming,” the prof added.

The sessions were three hours long, with one break. There would be four of them, of which we had to be at three. One was just guys, the second was just ladies, the third was guys and ladies together (“that’s the hardest for the guys” he laughed), and the last was whatever the artists needed to finish up. “That one is usually close up stuff,” he added. The first session was in two weeks. Then they occur two per week over the next two. It sounded really hot. In fact, I was getting excited right there.

We were hired. Thomas even got Marilee a job, if she was interested. We shook hands and left, I tucked his catalogue in my books.

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“Wow, some of this stuff is really hot,” I said to Zach that night just before bed as I paged through the catalogue. I had never heard of International Male, so it was all new to me. Just looking at the pictures got me aroused, really bad.

“Dude, don’t get too excited,” Zach said, noticing how bulged my shorts were.

“Look at these, though. I didn’t even realize that they made suits like this.”

“Would you wear that to the beach?’ Zach asked pointing at one of the really minimal suits that made your stuff point right out. “I mean that’s really out there.”

“Yeah, maybe not, but in the right place, be kind of fun,” I said smiling. “I mean imagine being on a secluded beach with a hot girl (remember that Zach is straight) or whomever… that would be awesome.”

“Dude, now your getting me hard” Zach laughed.

Zach was going with his blue Speedo for the modeling. “I know it is not the right color, but it works” he said. I picked out this really hot white suit that had just a few stripes on the side. I don’t recall the brand, but it was one I had never heard of at the time. It was not too erotic, but it did have really narrow sides, far narrower than I had worn before.

“He said show off as much as you can” I said to Zach as I showed it to him. “You should get one, too,” I added. “You’d look really awesome, make all those girl artists horny. Maybe even some guys”

“Maybe….” he said as he turned off his light. “Lets get to sleep. Practice comes way early…”

“Yeah..” I said, as I laid in bed, still very much aroused by the catalogue and excited to get my new suit. My right hand gently rubbing my aroused state. I closed my eyes, but sleep was not yet in my mind. It was going to be a wild and wet night.

To be continued....