Confessions of an Underwear Model

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Confessions of an Underwear Model

The Beginning

My mother got me involved in modeling at a very young age. I missed out on the diapers. No Huggies or Pampers tape burns here. It was about the time I could sit still on command that my career started. Now, if I could get paid for freeze-framing today, I would be a much happier fellow.

We weren't living in LA or NYC but there were a couple of studios that did shoots for a number of retail chains. There was also a huge industry of wholesale buying in town and that is where I appeared first, in those insider catalogs. There was also a need for cute little kids swinging on playsets and splashing in kiddie pools. I never much minded the sessions, I don't really remember it bothering me at all.

My first appearance in public was for an Easter circular for a large department store. I had a huge head of hair after all the blow-drying and hairspray, it looked more like a helmet. With not a hair out of place, I stood there with a huge grin in a yellow short set that was the color of marshmallow chicks and about as sugary sweet. I looked like they just told me I had just won a million dollar shopping spree at ToysRus. I was posed with a little boy who was seconds away from drooling down his Easter bunny suit and a girl who was dressed like Miss Daisy, ready to be driven away with her Easter bonnet.

My grandmothers and other family members all received copies of the ad. The actual short set was framed with the ad and hung in the front hall. Equivalent to my first gold record, it hung there for years. It was moved when I could no longer stand to bring friends through the front door. I joined the many other clipped and framed ads in the hall to the bedrooms, but I didn't always turn the light on in the hall.

The Studio

The studio was always a flurry of activity. There were kids running around.

Racks of clothes were pushed everywhere. Camera flashed every few seconds. But it was the mothers that were the worst. They all talked out the sides of their mouths because they all looked straight ahead at their children. It was never about the safety of the kid. The moms wanted to make sure their dear one got in front of the camera for as long as possible and in as many shots as was manageable each shoot. And the mothers were so anxious about their kids getting dirty, rumpled, or a single hair out of place.

There were screens placed with the intent of creating some privacy. They were artistically arranged the first thing in the morning of each shoot but by the time the clothes were moved around and the sets created and dismantled, there was really no purpose for the screens. It got to be very natural and necessary for the models to strip down and change right in the middle of everybody else. I got very used to it.

There were assistants who did nothing but dress the models. I often thought it was funny that I had a dresser in my bedroom that held my clothes and a dresser that puts clothes on me. There was one girl who was my favorite. She was always hugging and touching. Her hands quite often ended up on my little butt. After she got the clothes on me and got them pinned back, her hand would start on my back but drift quickly to my butt, and cup one of my cheeks. As a little kid, that was more relaxing to me more than exciting. However, I was always excited to go when she was there. She could play with my butt all day.

I should explain pinning. Almost all the clothes are pinned in the back. It gets rid of any wrinkle and makes the clothes flow with the body curves. Sometimes there were tens of pins in the clothes. Just straight pins and they were sharp. Only rarely did they stick me but I had to be very careful as I walked and moved around. If I had a bad dresser, it would feel like a porcupine duct taped to my butt.

When I was little, I couldn't have cared less about seeing other little boys and girls naked as they changed. Especially the little girls, they were missing everything of interest. As I got a little older in the studio, the older kids would get my interest. Tits were growing, and some on the little girls I had been working with for years. The boys dicks were flopping around and hair was growing around them. It was a rare scene but I loved getting to see that anytime I could. I don't remember every seeing a hairy pussy, the girls were careful how they changed bottoms.

Breaking Out in Undies

My favorite dresser was also my dresser the first time I got to do underwear. I do remember getting especially clean that morning. My mother helped me scrub between my legs to get me as clean as possible. I relate it to every mother telling their kids to wear clean underwear each day just in case they got hit by a bus. I don't remember stripping down and getting into the underwear for the shot. I do remember my dresser helping me to tuck. Tucking was getting my dick and balls tucked back in so there was no indication that I had such equipment when they took my picture. I doubt I would have even noticed that she pushed my balls between my legs if I hadn't been so ticklish. After she had the last pin in, she did another touch up tuck. Got a giggle or two out of me. She then kept me entertained until I was up by a little tuck here and there.

I did a lot of shoots in several different undies during that time. In none of them do I remember getting in them but I got bold enough to play the tuck game a little more. I would ask my dresser if I was showing and she always checked to make sure I wasn't. It did get me to smile big. With smile and perfect hair, I made three spots in one ad. Green undies and T-shirt that matched the GI Joe, those were the first ones I modeled. Another shot in bright red with matching tank top. The last was just good old tighty-whities, with no top. My belly button was very prominent but it looked like someone had sanded off most of my nipples.

Those ads were also framed and hung with care. The underwear was fortunately not mounted like a Joe Montana jersey. I got to keep it and wear it. I'm sure all the money I earned was spent on my wellbeing but I preferred the clothes. I had a pile of the most fashionable boys' underwear and I wore them proudly. I wouldn't dare mix the sets either, red with red, blue with blue, olive drab with olive drab. I even shared with a couple of friends. They would wear the Underoos or equivalent without fear. I just couldn't handle a superhero erupting out of my dick or a dinosaur tail covering my butt.

Sure, It Was Tough at School

It really didn't matter if I was shown in undies or in a parka or on a swing, there were always boys who gave me shit. I was always told they were just jealous, didn't matter to me what their motivation was, I just didn't want to get my ass kicked. Whenever I was in underwear ads, the ads would get passed around school. The girls would point and giggle, hold the ads to their chests and make the weirdest eyes as they had their little fantasies about me. There was always at least one boy who would draw a dick on the underwear, sometimes coming out of the slit, sometimes hanging between my legs. Never once did the drawn dick ever look like a human's. Then the ad would either appear in my desk or pinned on a wall near my classroom.

I could handle that kind of taunting, in fact, I enjoyed it to some extent. During the sixth grade was the roughest time I had. It was hormone related I'm sure. It reminded me of the Wild Kingdom shows where the young bucks beat their heads against each other just so they can be the one to fuck the sheep or goat or what ever species they were. I was doing great in getting into catalogs and ads. I was in the new spring catalog and a department store newspaper insert in the same week. I really thought the insert was some of my best work. I was in front of a basketball goal, holding a toy basketball and dressed in only sexy gray undies and a tanktop. The top hung loose and exposed my bare chest. The undies were mostly hidden and they put an angle shot of the undies from thigh to belly only, and without the hint of any sex organ.

It was the next week that I was walking home from school when the bunch of school thugs caught up with me. I ignored them as they yelled for me to wait up for them. They caught up with me and forced me to detour through an alley. Several of the boys had me by the arms and holding me tight. One of them held out the newspaper ad and they had me mocking the pose. They all groaned that something wasn't right, I still have to give them credit for their vocal timing on that. They said I didn't have any clothes on. Then off came shirt, pants, socks and shoes. I was being held up as I had nothing on but my undies. The boy with the ad held it close to me and said that I did have a dick. They all had to look and compare the picture to my little bulge. One of them took a rock, to put a buffer between his hand and my dick, and pushed on my dick, just to make sure it was real.

That wasn't good enough for others. They had to have a real look. My undies were stipped down to my ankles. There was my dick for all of them to see, fortunately not a boner and equally as fortunate, enough of a stiffy to display my manhood. I was more pissed at being held so tight than I was being naked. I would not have had a problem if any or all of them wanted to see what I had under my undies., I would have showed them immediately.

I got picked up off the ground and my undies pulled off completely. As soon as they had those, I was released and they ran down the alley with my clothes. I cussed each one of them out as they tossed my shirt over the fence, and my pants over another, socks and shoes as well. I couldn't run after them, the alley was too rough on my bare feet. The boys did have some sympathy, they stretched my undies over a gas meter about four houses down. The boys were completely out of site by the time I reached my undies. I pouted all the way home. I got dressed and went and knocked on the doors of the houses where my pants and shirt were. I found one shoe before I gave up completely.

The rest of the school year, they couldn't even look at me. I didn't get them in trouble. They told enough people themselves that they got this huge reputation as liking to take boys' clothes off. One boy apologized to me later, without having to. He became a friend and slept over a few times after that. He even got an underwear set and some shirts from me. Oh, and he did like taking clothes off of boys.

Getting Big in Underwear

At sometime, every boy modeling underwear has to do more than tucking. It had been awhile since I had done underwear when I got the call. We showed up, got my dresser assigned, a nice boy barely older than me. At the time, I was getting hard all the time. And even though I was used to the lack of clothing and being looked at during a shoot, I had no control over my dick and it was obvious. Tucking only worked so much, pinning countered that, and both tucking and pinning just seemed to make the situation worse. The photographer had a fit. I didn't know this guy but he got my mother and the mother of another boy about my age that was doing the same shoot and he went wild. He lectured our moms about getting prepared. He said, "These boys need to come ready to work. That means they have to take care of themselves. Do you know what I mean? They can not come in here all stiff and hard. They have to take care of the before. Right? They told you on the call to have them ready. Why are they not ready? Go ladies, go make them take care of themselves. Boys have to be ready. They go hard when they see girls, or boys, or when they look at me, or when the look at a kicking ball, or when the look at themselves. Go tell them to look at themselves and hurry!"

At least that is the way I tell the story of what he said.

So, my mom and my dresser came over to me and tried to tell me that I had to go jack. It wasn't easy and I wasn't making it any easier. I know my mom had caught me jacking before but it wasn't a subject that we had discussed before. I talked like I wasn't sure what she wanted me to do. I gave in finally and my dresser pointed me to the boys room, and told me to hurry, oh and to do it twice to make sure, he yelled that as I was half way across the room.

I and the other boy went together. I knew him from the other times but we weren't that close. We talked a minute about how it sucked and was embarrassing. He asked me if I knew how. I was quick to answer of course. We could have done it alone, in separate stalls but we both went into one and looking in each others eyes pulled down the undies. He was outstandingly hard and it took me only seconds to reach his state. We pulled and stroked, I kept my eyes on him and he stared at me. I thought it was amazing to watch him cum. He encouraged me to get there, almost like a cheerleader helping me get there. I did shoot fast for me and then we both laughed and kidded each other as we held our dicks in our hands. They did say to do it twice, I was eager to comply with the orders. It was only seconds and we were stroking again.

There were other boys, all younger coming in to piss while we took care of business. I remembered as a kid that I would hear boys in the other stalls, and now that rhythmic pounding made sense to me. It also made sense why the boys room did smell like bleach.

When we were about to leave, the other boys warned me about milking it all out. If I leaked even a drop then they couldn't use the shoot. I knew that about pissing, I did a lot of extra shaking for that last drop. After making sure I was all dry, and doing some preliminary tucking, we left together. We nodded at our mothers as we walked back. We tucked and pinned and posed. It all worked out good. We were scheduled for two more that afternoon and we did make sure we took care of ourselves, together, before each session.

The ride home, my mother wouldn't look at me.

Mentoring the Younger Ones

It had to be right, after all the photographer had sent me to take care of things. One day, when they were making major changes to the sets, they chased us off to other parts of the studio. The boys restroom was the one place that we could get away from the mothers, for the most part. The other boy that I had jacked with and I were the oldest ones there. After telling stories and piling up the BS, we found ourselves in a position to pass on some of the knowledge we had gained earlier that year. Our audience was about six or seven boys, we weeded out the youngest and had four boys old enough that they needed to know about jacking and preparing for shoots. Three of the boys followed every move we made. Pants were down, boners hard, and fists pumping, on five boys. One boy had just too many questions.

This boy actually went on to do some acting on television and a movie or two. All bit parts really. He was older than he looked, he was twelve at the time and could probably pass for six if he tried, eight easily. We got him to pull his pants down, but only a little pasty white mushroom cap was visible above a wrinkle of skin. His little dick looked so much like a miniature of his cheeks, put a nose right about his piss hole and you had an exact match. Round cute baby cheeks, they just begged to be pinched.

He had no problem playing with his dick, as he argued with us, his hand stayed on his dick. He just didn't believe that anything good could come from making his dick get long and shoot something out of it. We did work hard at convincing him that if he wanted to stay in the business he had to learn.

That day, we walked around with our dicks in our hands and cheered on the young boys. Remember that none of these boys were anywhere near being athletes so they had to change arms more than once to finish. We got two of them to cum. I'm sure it was not a newly found skill for one of them. The little talker never did get hard.

There were other days that I got to do some individual mentoring. I'm sure we played a lot of the games played in boys rooms and playrooms all over. We did have to find something to do and that just seemed to the right and fun thing to do.

Keeping in Shape to be a Model.

I didn't have to work on being skinny. I could really eat anything I wanted. But there were other things I had to watch out for. I couldn't get cuts or scabs on my body. There were ways to hide it with make-up but they hated to do that in the studio and the less they had to do the better. I never was able to do too many sports. When I had to do PE in school, I would end up wearing more pads than football players and long pants and shirts.

A tan was very important. It looked so much better on camera. Not as much make-up needed as well. My mom also caught on about tan lines. Yes, they covered those with concealer but the studio wanted it as natural as possible. As part of my work, I sunned by the pool, a lot. To keep away from tan lines, I sunned naked. My dad did fix the fence up so I wasn't so visible. I know the girls next door would peek through the fence as much as they could. I could hear them talking but never moved. Two of them were a few years older than me and one was a year younger. I think they should have gotten credit for male anatomy studies.

I stayed golden brown and smooth without a scratch on me for years. My money paid for professional zit treatment. I had different strengths for my face, back and butt. Not that they ever took pictures of my naked butt, well I shouldn't say that.

I did have a little blue piece of plastic that I used to cover my dick and balls. It went to some spaceman toy I had but it fit perfectly over my dick and balls, covering only them. It was dark blue and it soaked up heat from the sun. It kept my goodies from getting sunburned but I think it roasted them a few times. They did get sunburned easy too. I would take it off to let my dick cool off. My mother would catch me a few times and always said to put the blue thing back on.

I was still using it as I grew. In fact, I still have it in a box with other junk in my closet. It got a little silly using it. It got to where it would only cover my dickhead and not much more at all. I really didn't have tan lines then. If I did have any lines, they would take care of it quickly right before the session. After I got to a certain age, they used make-up anyway, to cover the stubble of my pubes.

I would come with them shaved back, but also took a razor just in case the lines of the undies or suit were cut higher, which way never that I remember. I would see other boys shaving in the same restroom I used to jack. Others would help each other in the tight places, I never got a chance to do that.

Working Overtime

Once, just once, one of the other boys told me he needed to talk to me. He said we could make extra money that we didn't even have to report. All we had to do was pose for the photographer at his place. I was never driving when I was modeling but the boy was and he said he would come pick me up. When I heard how much, I was all for it. That evening he came and picked me up. The photographer lived way out in the middle of nowhere but the boy knew how to get there.

I waited and watched TV awhile as the boy worked for the photographer. Then it was my turn. He told me it was going to like a regular shoot, but maybe a little more open. I could stop any point I wanted to. It started with underwear, but no pinning. He had me pull thought. Up my butt, tight in front, out in front and looking down like I was surprised or happy. He had me change, and he took pictures as I did. I put on a gray singlet that still smelled like the other boy. I wore that in every way possible, one arm down, then the other, then both, then being held up by my pubes.

I changed a few more times, into some sexy silky stuff. I was getting hard and soft as we went. There were some shots that I just couldn't help it at all. He went into a long explanation about if I wanted to pose nude. If he had just asked once, I would have told him yes. He just kept saying that I didn't have to. He got me laughing as he shot, I made like I was jacking. Made the jacking face, all screwed up and biting my lip. I was laughing almost the entire session after that.

The other boy came in trying to figure out why I was having so much fun. The photographer asked permission to take us together. By the time we were both naked, it was the photographer who broke us up. He did take pictures but he got uncomfortable with what we were pretending to do.

Mixed Gender

One of the best shots ever and a classic in the ads was one that we just made up kidding around. It was still January but we were working on a swimsuit shoot. I was working with four girls, we were all about 14. I knew them all, two had been working with me since we were little. I watched those two go from a bare slit between their legs, to handful of tits, to bushy pussies. For the last couple of years, I had been flashing them since they were so nice to let me see their bushes. It was just the naughty part that was fun.

Well, it didn't matter how much I went to take care of myself, I kept a boner the whole time. I was tucking continuously, right in front of everybody. And there were some protruding nipples. This photographer was not nearly insane about what showed but he had to stop a few times and get things adjusted. We had a few props like beach balls and umbrellas. As he got another camera, he was kidding me about getting control. I did get a little embarrassed but also smiled big at him. He gushed over my smile, wanting me to smile like that.

I grabbed a beach ball and put it in front of my crotch. I said we could try it like that. The girls gathered around me, two sat down at my side, the others made a dramatic pose above them. We took a few shots of that. I was laughing, I had my legs spread, ball hiding my balls and boner, the girls worshiping me on either side. It came out in the spring, the ad turned out to be just the girls suits but I was in the middle of it. That is the one I wanted in the front hall. It also gave my father hope that I was straight.

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