The Model

By Zyngaru
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Copyright 2021 by Zyngaru, all rights reserved

The Model
by Zyngaru
Email: zyngaru@ml1.net
 
The Model
 
My name is Caleb Curtis and I’m your average thirteen year old boy in every way except one. Having just turned thirteen a couple of days ago, I’m still prepubescent or at least only showing minor signs of puberty. The most important thing is that I don’t have any hairs and I still look like a boy not a little man child. I’m your typical southern California boy, with longish blond hair and blue eyes with a gorgeous tan. What makes me different is that I’m attracted to the pure Classical Greek boy physique. I love the sleek, smooth, hairless, well defined boy body. The hairless characteristic is the most important for me, because once a boy grows hairs, he no longer looks like a boy, but rather like a small man. I so rue the day, when I wake up and discover that I’ve grown a hair. I will totally hate my own body from that day forward.
 
Now that’s not to say, other people get to admire my gorgeous body, because they don’t. I keep my most important body parts totally out of sight from everyone. Even my mom hasn’t seen me naked in years and it’s going to stay that way. The only reason I show any skin at all is so that I can tan, but even that is done at very secluded beaches, where few other people go. I use a tanning booth, that we have at home to get that all over tan. I actually look quit comical when I get ready to use the booth, because I’ll be covered everywhere except that middle region where swimming trunks usually cover when at the beach, so as to tan it to match the rest of my body.
 
You may ask, why do I go to so much trouble to have an all over tan, if no one but me is ever going to see it. The answer is simple. To fit my ideal of the classical Greek boy, my body has to be perfect from head to toe. This ideal is also what I seek in the boys that I admire. My Adonis is Mark Landon. He’s the great grandson of a very popular movie actor and is himself a very popular model. My prize possession is a signed photograph of him modeling Underoos, when he was ten years old. My dad brought it back from one of his photo shoots and gave it to me and now it’s displayed prominently in my bedroom, just a little apart from the many other signed photo’s of boy models I have on display. My dad being a famous photographer, gives me the opportunity to collect photographs of the top boy models of the world.
 
Of course I also go online and follow the up and coming boys on the various boy modeling agency websites. Although when looking through those websites, I have to weed out the younger boys. Boys before the age of eight, rarely possess that classical Greek look. If I find a boy that fits the look, I’ll print out his photo so as to remember him and follow his progress in the modeling industry.
 
Now for anyone who thinks this is getting weird. All of my photos are of clothed boys. Although most are scantily clothed, they do have their boy parts covered. Would I love to have them posing totally naked as a true Greek God? Sure! But, it’s not legal for one thing and for another, what boy in his right mind is going to pose nude and then hand out signed photographs to complete strangers? Exactly. No boy in his right mind is going to do that. No licenced photographer is going to take and hold on to such photos either and my dad is a professional who wants to keep his job.
 
Now, like I said earlier, in every other way, I’m a typical thirteen year old. I could go through everything that makes me typical, but that would be so boring. Just believe me, I’m just a normal California preteen boy. Yes. I still say preteen, because I don’t want to have to think of being a teenager and losing my boyhood. Today is a typical summer morning, with bright sunshine and absolutely excellent temperatures to be outside and having fun, which is exactly what I’m about to do when dad walks in and changes my plans.
 
Dad: “Ah Caleb. I just got off the phone with Sven Jorgensson and my plans for work today have changed slightly and now as it seems, you can tag along if you want to.”
 
Me: “How come?”
 
Dad: “Sven has decided he’s going to shoot the stills himself, which pushes me to cover the video. It’s all about this being a new client and he wants to make sure everything goes perfectly, because this could end up being a multi-million dollar deal if the shoot goes well.”
 
Me: “Oh!”
 
Dad always shoots the stills, which is why I can’t ever be on set, because he’s way too busy to watch me.
 
Dad: “So sport. That means, since I’m running the video camera recording the minors on set, you can come along and watch the shoot as long as you stay out of the way.”
 
Me: “Minors hey! Anyone I would be interested in?”
 
Dad: “Oh! I don’t know. Maybe. It’s a swimsuit shoot. Family of four at the beach. There will be a father, a mother, a daughter and a quite ugly son.”
 
Dad grins evilly as he says son.
 
Me: “Who’s this ugly son going to be?”
 
Dad: “Oh. I had his name right here. Where did I put that note card? Oh. Ya. His name is Mark Landon. Some new upstart I think.”
 
Dad bursts out laughing, as I jump up and down, getting more excited than I’ve been in a very long time. Mark is going to be at the shoot and I’m going to be able to see him and maybe even meet him personally.
 
Then a huge thought pops into my head. This is a swimsuit shoot, so Mark will be changing from suit to suit. I might even get to see him naked. Just how cool is that? Mark, the greatest boy model on the planet, could possibly be naked right in front of my eyes. I run and jump into my dad’s arms and squeeze him so tight that he’s having difficulty breathing.
 
Dad: “Ease up Sport. I can’t breath. I’m guessing you want to come along then?”
 
Me: “Oh yes. Thanks dad.”
 
I don’t change out of my shorts, tee shirt and sandals or get a snack or anything. I just follow dad out to the garage and get into his SUV, which he keeps loaded with all of his equipment and we take off to places unknown. Actually, it ends up being a place I know very well. It’s a secluded beach that I myself come to when I want to tan without many people seeing me. When we arrive, I see plenty of vehicles parked in the small lot. I help dad carry some of his equipment down to the beach, where we’re met by his boss, Sven.
 
Sven: “Hey Curtis. I see you brought your own grip with you.”
 
Dad: “Ya. This is my son, Caleb. I don’t get to bring him along on shoots very often, so with you doing the stills, I thought today would be a great day for him to tag along. Besides, he has a thing for Mark. He loves all boy models, but Mark has been his favorite since they were both six years old. They share the same birthday.”
 
Sven: “Oh really. You share the same birthday. That’s special. Well, have fun watching, just remember to stay out of the way. As long as you are behind me and not to the sides or in front of me, we should get along just fine.”
 
Me: “I’ll stay totally out of your way. You won’t even know I’m here.”
 
Sven: “That’s a good boy. But I’ve already seen you, so I know you’re here. Caleb, have you ever thought about modeling yourself? You have the typical southern California boy look down pat.”
 
Me: “Oh! No! Modeling isn’t for me.”
 
Dad: “He’s shy. Believe me, if he were more outgoing, I would have put him in front of a camera long ago.”
 
Sven: “Just saying. You got the look kid. Here, just let me take a couple informal shots.”
 
Before I know it, Sven has his camera up and is clicking away. I of course go red faced. It’s embarrassing becoming the focus of attention.
 
Sven: “Go ahead Caleb and slip your shirt off and let’s get a few showing off your torso.”
 
I don’t know what to do. This is dad’s boss and he wants me to take my tee shirt off, but that would mean letting him and other people see my bare chest. It must be the look of panick in my eyes that alerts dad that I’m freaking out, but he quickly jumps in to my rescue.
 
Dad: “Sven. Caleb is extremely body shy. He rarely shows any skin.”
 
Sven: “Oh. Sorry Caleb. I didn’t realize. I mean, you obviously have a great tan, so I just thought you would be comfortable without your shirt.”
 
Me: “That’s okay. Actually this is my favorite beach to come to for tanning. It’s secluded enough that not many people use it, so I can strip off and tan without many people seeing me.”
 
Sven: “Well son. You have a body to die for, so it’s a real shame you never show it off for others to admire.”
 
Me: “Thanks.”
 
Sven: “We better get to work so we’ll be ready for the models when they show up. You know. Time is money.”
 
Dad: “They’re not here yet then?”
 
Sven: “Not the two kids. They should be pulling in any time now.”
 
Dad: “Okay. I’ll get the video camera ready and be here as soon as they pull in.”
 
Sven: “That’ll work.”
 
Sven leaves. Dad picks up his video camera and adjusts the settings getting it ready for the models to arrive.
 
Me: “Dad. I know this is a stupid question, but why are you making a video of the kid models, when it’s the stills that are used by advertisers?”
 
Dad: “I’ve told you before, Caleb. There are no stupid questions. We make a time stamped video of all minors from the time they get to the set to the time they leave. This is for insurance purposes. Because they are minors, the liability is greater, especially if any un-to-ward accusations are made after the fact. This way, we have every minute they are here documented for both their safety and ours.”
 
It takes a minute for the un-to-ward reference to make sense and then a light bulb illuminates and I understand.
 
Me: “Oh! You mean, That!”
 
Dad: “Ya that.”
 
Just then a car pulls up and a girl of about ten gets out with her mother and they come down to the beach. This is Sophia and she’s the little girl model for the shoot. Dad always keeps himself positioned so he can keep Sophia in the shot but also keep an eye on the parking lot for when Mark gets here.
 
Now both adults are already in their first swimsuits and the appropriate make-up has been applied. I find it strange when Sophia removes her clothes right there in the open sided tent and puts her first swimsuit on over her naked body, right out in public. I see her naked. Totally naked. She’s the first girl I’ve seen naked for real. Yes, I’ve seen naked girls online, but not in person. The thing is, no one but me stares at her. Everyone else keep doing what they’re doing as if a naked girl on the beach is normal. Maybe it is? Like I said, I never get to come to shoots, because dad is always too busy for me to be there.
 
I watch as the make-up people apply make-up to Sophia. They not only put make-up on her face but also at various places over her body. By the time she’s ready, everyone else is ready also, but Mark still isn’t here. I walk up to the parking lot and watch for him. I mean, the only reason I came is to see Mark and now that I watched Sophia change into her swimsuit, I’m doubly excited for when Mark gets here. I have a very good chance to see him naked, also.
 
Time drags on and on, but still no Mark. When I glance back down to the beach there seems to be some commotion going on. I walk down there to see the mood of the set has changed. It’s no longer happy and energetic.
 
Dad: “Dad. What’s going on?”
 
Dad: “Sven, just got a call that the Landon’s have been in an accident. No one seems to be badly hurt, but they were taken to a hospital to be checked out. This means Mark won’t make it to the shoot, so Sven is on the phone to every agent he knows to find a replacement fast. If he can’t find one, then this shoot is a bust, which costs the company a small fortune and it could mean losing the new client.”
 
Me: “So. Is he going to be able to find another model?”
 
Dad: “We all hope so, but odds are against him. Models don’t just sit around hoping to be called at the last minute. Their time is scheduled well in advance and if they aren’t working they are usually out having fun someplace.”
 
Me: “Oh. So, if your boss can’t find someone to replace Mark it could be very bad for everyone.”
 
Dad: “Yes. Sport. That sums it up, brilliantly.”
 
Sven: “Let me have everyone’s attention. As you have probably heard, Mark Landon won’t be here for the shoot. I’ve tried every agency and agent that I know of, to try and get a replacement model here pronto, with no luck. It looks as though this shoot is a bust for today.”
Sophia: “What about him? Why can’t he do it?”
 
All of a sudden, every eye in the place is staring right at me. For anyone who is shy or knows someone that is shy, when the focus of attention is placed on a shy person, they try to retreat into their shell. This is exactly what I’m trying to do. I’m trying to shrink into non-existence.
 
Sven: “I totally forgot that Caleb’s here.”
 
Now there’s a lot of chatter going on around me. I’m sure it’s talk about me, but honestly, I don’t here it as anything but background noise. I’m shrinking and shrinking away to nothingness. I’m not here. I’m far, far away. I hear nothing. Well, until I hear a booming voice in my head.
 
Sven: “What about it Caleb. You up for giving modeling a try? We need you son. The company needs you. Your dad needs you.”
 
When I open my eyes, Sven’s face is mere inches from mine and out my peripheral vision, I see multiple faces staring at me.
 
Me: “I... I... I... Can’t. I’m not a model.”
 
Then a whisper comes softly into my ear.
 
Sophia: “I’ll help you. Everyone will help you.”
 
Okay. They just don’t understand. If this was an Easter outfit shoot, or a business suit shoot or even a school clothing shoot, I could maybe do it. It would be difficult, but I might be able to make myself do it. But! This is a freaking swimsuit shoot. The only thing that would be worse for me, would be an underwear shoot. Skin. All of my skin will be showing, except for what little bit, swimming trunks cover up. People will be staring at my bare body. I’ll be so exposed. There’s just no way I can do this. There really isn’t.
 
When I look past Sven, I can see my dad still recording, keeping the camera on Sophia, which means it’s also on me. Heck, since they’re trying to get me to do the shoot, it probably is supposed to be on me now too. Then the reason for the video camera comes back to me and I freak out yet again. I’ll be naked in front of people. Not in the stills. The stills are for the advertisers. Oh no! I’ll be in the video. I’ll be naked on video. Why? Because people sometimes get accused of doing nasty things with kids, so they make a video of them to make sure they record any nasty stuff. Someone might do something nasty with me while I’m naked. I so freak out. This can’t be happening to me! Why didn’t I just stay home? Why did I come here? True answer? Mark. Mark Landon. The chance to see Mark in a swimsuit in person. To see all of his gorgeous body glistening in the California sun. Then later, finding out that he could even get naked while changing. To get to see him naked. I wouldn’t have missed it for anything in the world. The nasty. That’s the purpose for the video camera, because I could have gotten nasty with Mark while he was naked.
Now it’s me. I’m on the video camera. Me. Someone could do the nasty with me while I’m naked. No way. I can’t do this! I really can’t! But the voices. I hear pleading and more pleading. I hear encouragement after encouragement. People are promising to help me get though this. But they don’t know me. They don’t know about my body phobia. They don’t understand how it makes me feel if someone sees my bare body, let alone if it’s totally naked. This really can’t be happening to me. I look up and Sven is gone. I look around and he’s talking to dad. Dad hands him the video camera and walks towards me.
 
Dad: “Caleb. Can you hear me son?”
 
Me: “Yes dad. I’m so scared.”
 
Dad: “I know you are son. I know it’s a mad house here right now. I know Sven has already told you, that without you filling in for Mark, this shoot is a bust. I know you understand what all that entails and how it will affect everyone. But that’s not what I’m here to talk to you about.”
 
Me: “It isn’t?”
 
Dad: “No son. It’s up to you if you want to do this or not. Whatever you decide is okay with me. No. What I want to talk to you about is your love of boy models.”
 
Me: “My! What?”
 
Dad: “You love boy models. I know it. You know it. Your mom knows it. Probably every friend you have knows it. What I want to share with you now is this. As much as you love boy models, right now is your opportunity to step in and be one. When you look at a model boy’s photo, don’t you imagine that is you in the photograph?”
 
Now this is hard to take in. Dad and I have never talked about this stuff before. I thought it was a secret. My secret! It seems it’s not a secret at all.
 
Me: “Sometimes. Sometimes I imagine it’s me standing in my underpants staring back at the camera.”
 
Dad: “Son. Every boy has their fantasy. Very few boys get the opportunity to live their fantasy. Today, you can live yours. You will have photo’s of you being a real model. You won’t have to imagine yourself in another boy’s place. You will have your own place. You will see your beautiful body for the first time as others see it or at least how they would like to see it. You can become the classical Greek God of youth. Heck if you want, we can probably get Sven to take a few nude photos for you. Can you imagine yourself as a true nude Greek God? Do this today, and you won’t have to imagine it anymore. Just take out that photo and see the true living Greek God I see every day.”
 
Me: “I never thought about it like that. But.”
 
Dad: “Ya. I know son. People will see you. People will stare. You will be exposed like you’ve never been before. You will also be made immortal. When you are old, you will be able to look at the photo’s taken today and relive your youth over and over and over again.”
 
Dad is opening my eyes to my inner self. Some of this I’ve never even admitted to myself. It’s interesting that dad understands me like this. He knows it’s nothing sexual. Heck, I’m not even sure I ever want to do anything sexual. It’s gross. Dad understands it’s about the beauty of it all. The eternal youth aspect of it. It’s about the love of the youthful body, not about the eroticism of it. Dad’s right. I can become immortal. Like a Greek statue. Thousands of years from now, I’ll still look young and beautiful.
 
Me: “Okay. I’ll try to do it.”
 
Cheers go up from all over. Dad takes over the video camera again and Sven returns to me.
 
Sven: “Thank you Caleb.”
 
Me: “I’m going to need a lot of help. I don’t know anything about how to be a model.”
 
Sven: “Don’t worry about all of that, Caleb. Everyone here will help you. We’ll go slow and easy.”
 
Me: “I thought you said that, Time is Money.”
 
Sven laughs.
 
Sven: “It is son, it is, but some things get better over time. If we take our time with you, this shoot could be the best one ever and you could be the next great model.”
 
Me: “I don’t know about that. Wait until you see how long it’s going to take to get me to just take my shirt off, let alone the rest of my clothes.”
 
We both laugh at my joke, which for me, really isn’t a joke. Having to strip my clothes off and put swimming trunks on, isn’t something I can do quickly even when I’m by myself, let alone in front of all these people.
 
Sophia: “Stand up. It’s not going to take long at all.”
 
Before I know what’s happening, make-up people pull my tee shirt off me. I can feel each foot being lifted as my sandals are removed. Then to my utter surprise, Sophia unfastens my shorts and lowers them along with my briefs right down to my ankles, leaving me totally naked in front of everyone. Sophia is seeing me naked. Heck she’s the one that got me naked. Then I notice dad is right there filming me. I’m naked on video. Now just as fast as my shorts go down, swim trunks are pulled back up. It was like a blink of an eye, fast. Once in place, the make-up artists go to work on me.
I look around as all this is happening and notice no one but those helping me are even looking my direction. Lighting people are changing the filters. Mark has back hair, with a dark complexion and I have blond hair with a golden tanned complexion, so the lights have to be changed. Camera filters are changed. It’s now later in the day so the sun is shining differently. Everyone is about their jobs and no one is staring at me. Well, except for dad, from behind the video camera and of course Sophia, who is helping me.
 
As soon as I’m ready, the four of us models walk out to where the first photos are to be taken and each of us is positioned exactly how Sven wants us. Click. Click. Click. He shoots from multiple angles and then we’re repositioned. Some shots are all four of us, some are individuals and some are paired off. The parents separate from the kids. The girls separate from the boys. I notice all of our suits look the same. We match.
 
Sven: “Next!”
 
As soon as Sven says it, there’s a scurrying of motion around me and the other models. Again, my swim trunks are pulled down to my ankles and no sooner than I step out of them, another suit is up and in place. Make-up is touched up and then on with the shoot. Click. Click. Click. Position after position.
 
Sven: “Next!”
 
Again, down go my trunks and up comes. Oh! My! Goodness. It’s a bright orange Speedo with black trim. This thing is skimpier than my Hanes briefs. Make-up goes on. Everyone steps back out of the way, but instead of the camera clicking, Sven walks up to me.
 
Sven: “Caleb. Just stand still. I need to adjust something.”
 
Before I know what he’s doing, his hand goes inside my Speedo and he moves my penis to an up position. Now it’s not hard or anything, but with the tight Speedo it’s standing straight up.
 
Sven: “That’s better. Sorry to embarrass you, but we can’t have that nice boy toy of yours hanging sideways in the photo, it draws way too much attention. Now that it’s up, it just looks like a normal boy bulge.”
 
Click. Click. Click.
 
Sven: “Break.”
 
As soon as break is said, down goes my Speedo, but nothing comes back up in it’s place. Instead I’m handed a robe to put on to cover my nakedness. I quickly put it on and tie it shut so no one is looking at my thing. I actually feel better wearing the robe, even though I’m naked under it, than wearing swim trunks, because less skin is showing wearing the robe. I look over at Sophia who is wearing her robe but doesn’t have it tied, so the front is wide open and I can see her nakedness. To my surprise both adults have their robes hanging open also.
Sophia: “See. I knew you could do it. You’re a natural.”
 
Okay. Yes, she’s only ten but she’s also showing me here nakedness and she has the female version of the classical Greek goddess.
 
Me: “You know your robe isn’t tied.”
 
Sophia: “Ya. I know. I wouldn’t wear it at all, but for the sun. I love the sun, but at a shoot, it’s not good to let it shine on you between takes.”
 
Me: “You’d walk around naked?”
 
Sophia: “Sure. Why not. I’ve got a great body. So why not let people see it.”
 
Me: “There’s no way I could do that.”
 
Sophia: “Why not? You’ve got a great body. Here, let’s see.”
 
She reaches for the belt of my robe and undoes it, causing the front of my robe to part, showing my two and a half inch circumsized penis and my barely larger than marbles, boy balls.
 
Sophia: “Yep. Beautiful. You should stay like that. Show it off boy!”
 
She then walks off as Sven walks over to me. I start to retie my robe, but instead leave it just to see if people will make fun of me.
 
Sven: “You’re doing wonderfully, Caleb. You know. You’re a natural to this. I need to give very little direction to you. You look fantastic in the camera. From the first proofs everything looks great.”
 
Me: “Thanks. I’m trying hard. It’s hard though just standing exposed while you take pictures of me.”
 
Sven: “Well, it mustn’t be too hard.”
 
Sven glances down at my exposed nakedness.
 
Me: “Oh. That was Sophia.”
 
I reach for the belt to tie my robe shut.
 
Sven: “You don’t have to cover up if you don’t want to. You have a beautiful body.”
 
Me: “Um! I want to, but Sophia says I shouldn’t. She says, I should let people see it.”
 
Sven: “That little scamp. She’s right though. You’re young and beautiful. Show it off while you can, because all to soon, you’ll be old and your body won’t be cute any more.”
 
I drop my hands, letting my robe continue to hang open.
 
Me: “Dad told me that too. When we were talking before I said yes to doing this. He said I’ll so want to have these photos when I’m old so I can remember what I used to look like.”
 
Sven: “He’s right. I’ll make sure you get a copy of everything I take of you. Would you like a couple of you like this?”
 
Me: “Um! I guess.”
 
I stand up straighter and Sven takes a couple photos of me with my robe hanging open.
 
Sven: “If you want a couple full nudes, drop the robe and I’ll take a couple for you.”
 
I hesitate just a second before dropping the robe and standing totally naked in front of Sven’s camera. Click. Click. Click.
 
Sven: “You do know, Caleb. That you look like a young Greek God.”
 
Me: “Really? Dad said that too. He said I should get some full nudes posing as a god, so that when I’m old I won’t have to imagine what I looked like but have photos instead.”
 
Sven: “He’s right. If you want some. After the shoot, as the crew is packing up, I’ll take a few for you out on the beach in godly poses.”
 
Me: “Out in the open? I don’t know.”
 
Sven: “I understand your hesitation, but if you decide you want them, just let me know before we leave.”
 
Me: “Okay. I just need to think about it.”
 
Sven: “Next!”
 
Just then. Break is over and people are around me again and another pair of swimming trunks are on me and we’re back to shooting. Click. Click. Click.
 
We do this for an hour before Sven calls for another break. I have to look around because Sven isn’t anywhere to be seen, but then I see him emerge from a closed tent.
 
Me: “Sven. If you’re still willing. I’d really like you to take those photos. But can we wait until everyone’s gone?”
Sven: “Caleb. Everyone’s already seen you naked. If we wait until the crew’s gone then the public will be back down here on the beach and they haven’t seen you naked yet. Well, at least not close up.”
 
Me: “Oh! I didn’t think of that! Okay. I guess. Okay. Then after the shoot when you’re ready, I’ll be ready.”
 
Sven: “Caleb. You have nothing to worry about or be ashamed of. You’re a very awesome looking boy, whether you are naked or clothed.”
 
Me: “Thanks.”
 
For some reason it means so much more when other people tell you that you’re cute or beautiful and or other stuff like that, than when your parents tell you that stuff. It’s like parents are supposed to say that stuff, but other people only say it when they really mean it.
 
Sven: “Next!”
 
To my surprise, the first swim trunks I wore are put back on me. I discover why in a hurry. The first segments were dry shoots. Now it’s time for the wet ones. So the four of us get in the water doing different things as Sven clicks away. First one set of trunks, then another and then Speedos and then boardshorts and then trunks and then jammers and then another Speedo and then trunks. Except for the constant changing of suits, this is the most fun session because basically Sophia and I can just have fun being kids in the water. This is a long session but Sven wants to get all the wet shots done at the same time, so once complete, the shoot will be over and us models can dry off and get dressed.
 
Sven: “That’s a wrap.”
 
We walk towards the open sided tent, where we get out of our wet swim wear and dry off with some really nice fluffy towels. This is actually the first time I’ve looked at the adults while they’re naked. Neither of them have any hairs. No hair anywhere except on their heads.
 
Sophia: “They shave. I guess you don’t have to yet?”
 
Me: “Oh! No. I ain’t got no hairs yet, but that explains it. I know they’re supposed to have hairs. I was just confused because they didn’t, anywhere. So they shave all over?”
 
Sophia: “Yep. Or wax. They probably do both.”
 
Me: “Wax? What’s that?”
 
Sophia: “Torture. My mom does it. Basically you rip the hairs out.”
 
Me: “Nah! No way, that I’m ever doing that.”
Sophia: “If you’re going to be a model you will.”
 
Me: “Then, I’m not going to be a model.”
 
Sophia: “Aren’t you going to get dressed?”
 
Me: “Not yet. Sven is going to take a few extra photos for me.”
 
Sophia: “Really. And you’re not getting dressed for them!”
 
Whoops. I think I said too much.
 
Once the others are dressed, the adults leave but Sophia and her mom hang around for some reason and I think I know what that reason is. Sven walks up to me and asks if I’m ready. I hand my towel to my make-up lady, leaving me nothing to cover up with. Before she walks away, she takes out a hairbrush and brushes my hair and then applies a small amount of make-up on my face. When she finishes she steps back and gives me a close look from head to toe. She seems to pause a little longer at my mid-section, which of course causes me to blush.
 
Sven: “Follow me.”
 
I follow Sven out onto the now wide open beach with dad following off to the side still filming me on the video camera, except now I’m totally naked and staying that way. I notice that Sophia and her mom along with the crew that have finished their tasks also follow us. Sven stops and has me pose with the blue ocean behind me in one of the typical godlike poses. Click. Click. Click. He then changes my pose and again. Click. Click. Click. He not only shoots from the front but from the sides and rear. I can only imagine what my butt looks like. We move positions to a small sand dune, as my back drop and click. Click. Click. Click. As Sven takes more photos, the crowd around me grows. I was already nervous when we first started but now with the ever increasing number of spectators, I’m getting extremely anxious. People are staring at me totally naked. I try to ignore them, but if you’ve ever been naked out in public, that just isn’t an option. There’s no way you can ignore people staring at your penis.
 
Then Sven has me climb up on top of the sand dune and take pose after pose. Now, not only are the people of the crew seeing me, but standing on this dune other people can see me also. I don’t count the clicks but I bet Sven is taking close to a hundred shots of me, standing naked like a Greek God on a beach in California. Finally it’s over.
 
We all begin walking back to where the tent used to be. Now there’s nothing there. Just sand. My clothes aren’t even there. I begin to panic. My clothes are gone and I’m totally naked. I look back and forth, before a woman comes up to me and hands me my clothes, which I thank her profusely for and quickly get dressed. Person after person tell me how well I did on the shoot and they compliment me even more for mustering up the courage to do the nude shoot. One after the other tell me that I should really consider doing nude shoots for private clients, because there’s lots of money in them. I could make enough to pay for my college education in no time.
Even though they assure me, that those private sessions are on the up and up. I’m still not convinced. The last thing I want in my life is for some pervert to have me naked in private. There’s no telling what they might do. Because honestly. I don’t know. No one ever tells us kids what perverts actually do. So most of us, have no idea what we’re scared of, we just know we need to be scared. But to appease them, I tell them, that I’ll think about it.
 
The most important thing is that this day is over. I have clothes on again. No one is looking at me naked. No one is looking at my legs, chest, back or butt. I’m finally just a normal kid again. A kid that has his clothes on. I’m covered up. There is absolutely no way I’ll ever do this again.
 
Two weeks later, a huge envelop is delivered to my house, addressed to me. I’m the only one home, because both my parents are at work. I open the envelop and it’s full of photographs. The clothed ones are on top. I look through them and barely recognize myself. They look like some other kid. A kid who is a great looking model boy. It for sure doesn’t look like a plain kid like me. Then I get to the nudes. I absolutely can’t believe what I’m looking at. I’m staring at a young Greek God. It’s not me. No way. In these photo’s is the god boy I’ve imagined for so long. Yes, he’s naked but his nakedness just makes the boy look even more godlike. Yes, I look at the boy’s penis but it’s a natural part of him, not something that stands out as odd. I look and look and I just can’t believe the boy in those photos is me.
 
Then I see an envelop inside the big envelop and pull it out. There’s a letter. There’s also a check and CD. The letter tells me how great I did and explains the photos that are included. It tells me that the CD is what my dad made during the shoot. The check is for 500 dollars. It’s more money than I’ve ever seen before. Towards the end of the letter, it says that they would be happy to use me on more shoots if I want to do it. Once I register as a model, my fee would double to 1,000 dollars for the session. If I should choose to do private shoots, they could bring me anywhere from 2,000 to 5,000 dollars a session. I can’t close my mouth, it’s just hanging open as I stare at the photos and look at the check. I got paid all that money for just standing in front of a camera. All the embarrassment and fear of being seen naked disappears from my memory as I consider the opportunity being offered to me.
 
Then I put the CD into the player and watch the video that dad made. There I am. There’s Sophia too. As I look at the movie playing out in front of me, I don’t see the scared, embarrassed boy that I know I was during the shoot. I see a model boy doing what a model boy does. I find it funny when Sophia unties my rob and lets it fall open. I’m really surprised when I’m changing trunks and I’m standing for a brief moment naked and no one’s watching. I look at the video closely. I look at the background people and no one stops what they’re doing to peek at me naked. My fear of being seen naked, was all in my head. No one paid any attention to me changing from swimsuit to swimsuit. I see myself walking around in the robe with it open in the front and no one is staring at that either. My fear is all in my head. No one cared that I was showing my penis.
 
Then at the end of the CD, it shows me totally naked with people all around me and now everyone is looking at my naked body. Now that I’m actually naked, it’s as if I’m giving people permission to look. But even during my naked posing, people are looking on in what can only be described as awe. I’m thinking they’re seeing the same god boy that I see when I look at the photos. They aren’t really seeing a naked Caleb. They’re seeing Greek God Caleb. The thing is, as I look at myself walking around the beach and posing stark naked, I don’t see any fear or embarrassment. Now, I know that I was all of those things, but I can’t see it in the photos or the video.
 
So the question comes. Should I do more modeling? Should I do some private modeling? I’m told that private modeling is almost always nude modeling, which of course makes sense. It would be difficult to do nude modeling in public. Although I sure did, on the beach posing as a Greek God. I don’t know what to do? I’m not even sure I could do it again, because since I’ve been back home, I’ve made sure my body is always covered up. No one gets to see me naked, except for a friend or two. If they come to my room, they’ll see a photo of me nude, because I do have one of the Greek God photos hanging on my bedroom wall. It’s one of the ones taken of me standing on the sand dune, totally naked of course with one arm raised up to the sky and the other out towards the ocean. I totally own the Greek God look in that photo. I even had one of my friends ask who’s the model in the photo. He didn’t even recognize that it was me. How cool is that?
 
This was an experience, that now that it’s over, I’m glad that I did it. But! I’ll never do it again. No one is ever going to see my bare legs, arms, back, chest, butt, or penis ever again. My skin will never again be on display. So even if it’s a Mark Landon photo shoot, I’m not going. Seeing him naked isn’t worth the risk of me having to show off my skin ever again.