Helping an Underwear Model
Arjun, my husband, and I were at the beginning of a week-long vacation to the Canary Islands. We had booked a resort on a ridge above the ocean. When we arrived, the receptionist explained that we were the only guests that were not part of a photography crew. The resort was being used as a staging ground for a men’s underwear campaign. We were assured we had full access to all the amenities and grounds, we were just asked not to interfere with any of the photoshoots. But we were welcome to observe.
We unpacked and got comfortable in our room. The hour was late, so after taking a quick stroll around the grounds, we went to bed. We woke early the next morning, and after a long day out swimming, hiking, and sightseeing, we came back to the resort in the late afternoon to relax and nap by the pool.
Arjun wore a pair of short, tight orange swim trunks the showed off his ass nicely and contrasted with his brown skin. I had on a high legged, slim cut black speedo with a red cross-hatching design. The red in the design highlighted my ginger undertones. And the cut of the speedo accentuated my butt and package nicely, especially since I had been playing with Arjun’s butt as he got dressed and had given myself a chub.
Arriving at the large, open pool area, a photoshoot was set up on the far end. There was plenty of room for us to enjoy the patio and pool without getting in anyone’s way, even with what must have been 30 people working the shoot.
Our curiosity piqued, we watched the buzz of the shoot, mainly looking for the male models. We only saw one model and flashed each other wide grins when we spotted him.
Tall, lean muscle, a thin smattering of hair around his small brown nipples and on his chest, lightly tanned skin, dark thin beard, and just a hint of grunge with an arm tattoo, we both found him very attractive.
He was currently modeling a pair of white briefs. Even from our spot roughly 30 feet away we could see his penis made a nice, pronounced outline. It was curled down to the left, the head curved over his left testicle. He moved around a small space, stopping in different poses, and from time to time reaching into his underwear to reposition his penis – up and to the left, straight down between his testicles – each time the director on the set giving him instructions. Flashes from the cameras were constant.
“I’d like to adjust his penis for him,” I said, only half-jokingly.
Arjun smiled, “That and a whole lot more.” Arjun and I chatted and drank some afternoon tea. The sun was hot, and the soft breeze kept us comfortable. Our attention remained largely on watching the model conduct his business. Still, we had missed him disappear behind a partition. A short while later when he reemerged, he wore a skimpier pair of briefs with black sides and a long, red mesh pouch. His penis was pointing down and looked extremely long in the contoured pouch.
“Damn,” Arjun exclaimed. “That’s hot.”
I smiled and nodded; my eyes glued to the model’s body.
As if sensing our growing interest, the model looked over at us and met our gazes.
He continued to shift his stance and make new poses, but the fluidity of his movements seemed strained. When he shifted, he kept playing with his pouch. When he reached in now to change his penis’s direction, he gave it a few strokes.
The photography director said something, and the model stroked himself more. A sense of frustration seemed to be growing on the set.
The director was chatting with someone, likely an intern. The director then went over to chat with the model. They were gesturing, both annoyed, and both focused on the red mesh pouch. The model grabbed himself and squeezed, seeming to make a point.
“This is getting even more interesting,” Arjun said. “I wonder what the issue is, his package looks great to me.”
“I think it’s not behaving, not staying a bit engorged to make the underwear look even sexier,” I responded. “You know how many of the men in the underwear images we look at clearly have a chub, if not a nearly full erection.”
Arjun hummed to himself, pondering the situation.
The model was looking over at us and gesturing, still chatting with the director. The intern as called over and consulted with the director, then came our way.
“Are we in trouble,” Arjun asked jokingly, watching the intern approach.
“Hi,” the young intern said hesitantly. “I hope you’re enjoying the patio and watching our photoshoot.” He paused, judging a response.
“Very much so,” I said smiling. “We’ve never seen an underwear shoot in person before.”
He smiled, sensing he could continue with his task.
“Well, maybe you’d like to be a part of it,” he offered sweetly, trying to rope us in. “We have a bit of a strange ask though.”
Arjun and I glanced at each other, giving him our full attention.
“Our model is having some difficulty, um, down there,” he continued, motioning toward my crotch. “He isn’t staying, um, as full as like we need him to be to get the best shoots. Usually, we have a guy on set, our model is gay, who takes care of that, but he couldn’t be here this week.”
Arjun gave me a smirk and looked down at my crotch, which was back to being chubbed.
“So, we would like to offer the job to one of you.”
“Just to be clear, you’d like one of us to help keep your underwear model with a slight erection,” I asked, both from disbelief and excited interest.
“Well, ah, yes,” the young intern stammered, “You’d be our fluffer in a sense. And we will pay you fifty Euro an hour for your service. Pardon, ah, the word choice.”
Arjun and I laughed and looked at each other.
“That’s good money,” I said, my curiosity piqued. “And I’d play with him for free anyway…” I continued, turning to Arjun, “What do you think? Is this something we want to do?”
Arjun turned to the young man, “My husband, Grant, will be happy to help.”
He looked at me to confirm, and I at Arjun. “Let me give you guys a moment; I’ll just be over there.”
“Go for it honey,” Arjun said encouraging me. “I know you want to play with this guy, we both do, but I also want to watch you do it. It will be hot. And the money will be good for fun, easy work.”
The intern reported back to the director and model, who now walked over to us. I watched his pouch bounce slightly with each step, imaging what it would be like to play with it. Up close, his face was slim, had a chiseled jaw and cheekbone outline, a sharp nose, and small, sleepy, seductive eyes. His abs were smooth. And he had a noticeable tan line from a speedo with just a bit more coverage than the underwear he currently wore.
“Hi guys,” he said, reaching out his hand. We both stood and shook, knowing it was the one he’d adjusted his penis with. “I’m Aros, and I’m grateful for your help. This doesn’t usually happen, I’m stuck in my head today, but I saw how you guys looked at me, and thought you’d be willing to help.”
“I’m Grant, and this is my husband Arjun,” I said. “We’re happy to help.” And there it was, I’d made my decision. I was buzzing with nervous excitement.
“You’re sure you’re comfortable with this,” he asked, looking at me. “And you, with your husband enticing my penis, especially in front of all these people,” Aros asked Arjun.
We smiled. “Yes, it will be hot,” Arjun responded. I could see he was getting a chub, the front of his swim trunks showed a noticeable bulge, just like the one in my speedo. This was not lost on Aros.
“Looks like you’re both excited for this,” he mused. “That alone is getting me back into things,” he said, pulling on his penis through the pouch.
He touched Arjun’s shoulder, “Thanks for this,” and placed it over me shoulders, walking me over to the set.
The intern positioned me just beyond the camera angles, and they began flashing again. Aros’s penis had enough blood in it for now.
After a few minutes, the charm had worn off. He gestured for me to come over. I was not sure how this worked. The crew was around but disinterested, taking a quick break for themselves. So, technically we had an audience for what we would do, but only Arjun was actively engaged. As I stepped close to Aros, I placed my hand on his crotch and rubbed and squeezed his penis through the fabric. The mesh was soft, and his penis and testicles were easy to play with.
“That’s it,” Aros said in encouragement. “You seem like a natural. That’s good, thanks.”
“I am gay,” I joked with a wink. “I know my way around a package.” I went back to my spot and looked over at Arjun. He waved and smiled, giving me a ‘thumbs-up’.
More photos were taken. Aros went for a wardrobe change, now emerging with a yellow jockstrap, but a noticeably diminished penis.
I went over, placing my palm against his package and rubbed his penis, which was positioned up and to the right. I rubbed with good pressure and could feel his penis move around underneath. The skin was flexible enough to move along with the fabric, clearly, he was uncut.
We looked at each other, my hand stroking his dick, and a spark passed between us. He moaned softly, audible only to us. He was plenty hard now.
About 15 minutes passed with Aros posing and changing positions. They got him from all angles, close ups on the penis, him flexing his muscles, jumping in the air, and from behind standing, lounging to the side, and with one leg raised in the air. His firm, lean, hairless butt flexed and pulled against the yellow straps of the jockstrap, and once or twice I caught a quick glimpse of his smooth, dark anus.
Arjun had moved closer and was intently watching. We smiled at each other.
Aros changed again, now wearing a lime green thong.
He posed with his back to the camera and flexed his muscles, a hint of lime green fabric showed to the camera, cradling his heavy testicles. The thong strap waistband flowed over the muscles of his glutes, dipping as it held the thin strap that disappeared into his crack. He turned, getting shots taken from the side and then the front.
He gestured me over.
I played with the bulge as before, massaging his penis and testicles through the fabric.
“You can go further,” Aros whispered invitingly. “I think I need a bit more this time.”
From all the views of his butt, I wanted to explore that and hoped it would help him get chubbed again. Keeping my hand on his package, I reached my other one around and massaged his slender, firm, and smooth butt cheek. As I massaged, my hand drifted further until my fingers reached Aros’s crack and traced underneath the thong string. I caught the fabric between my index and forefinger and gave it a gentle tug upward so that it pressed and rubbed against his taint and anus.
He felt his penis throb in my hand, and he moaned again, a bit louder this time.
I went back to my position. Arjun smiled at me and gave his penis a quick rub in his trunks as I smiled back. My husband was getting hard watching the scene unfolding.
Aros went for another change and came out wearing an orange bikini brief, with just a thin waistband connecting the skimpy fabric in the front to the full seated fabric in the back.
Arjun and I smiled at each other. He knew I’d love this.
Aros motioned me over. As I played with his crotch, tracing my fingers around the edge of the fabric, it covered his ample package well with plenty of space in the pouch, but there was minimal cover to the sides. As I brought my fingers up toward the thin waistband, the fabric revealed some hairs of his light brown bush. I gently pulled on them, and tucked my fingertips under the fabric, playing with his bush.
He moaned and looked at Arjun. “Your husband is really into this,” he said, delighted and clearly getting horny from the situation. “Looks like you are too,” looking down at my tented speedo.
“I’m loving this,” I said, looking him in the eye. “This is my favorite pair so far; bikinis are one of my favorite designs and orange is my favorite color.”
Aros’s penis throbbed.
He was plenty chubbed, so I withdrew, not wanting to take him too far.
About 20 minutes of photos were taken before I was called over again.
Aros stretched the pouch out from his body as I walked over. Stepping up to him, the fabric covered nothing. Nestled inside the underwear I could see his light brown 4-inch flaccid penis and heavy hairless testicles. “Why not go for it,” he said. “The fluffer we usually use doesn’t hold back. He often starts right away with sucking me.”
Aros touched his hand to my hip and gave it a squeeze, smiling as he looked at me, giving me encouragement.
I looked over at Arjun who responded by squeezing his erect penis through his swim trunks.
My hand now had a mind of its own and it pulled the orange pouch to the side, letting Aros’s full package hand out. It was a balmy 85 degrees and his testicles were fully descended in the heat. His flaccid uncut penis was back at its natural 4 inches. The foreskin was covering his head, but the ridge was still visible.
He must have a strong ridge I thought.
My hand, still with a mind of its own, went in to investigate and pulled his foreskin back, revealing his head and the deep valley around the ridge.
Aros and I moaned, then smiled at each other when we heard our harmony.
I jacked his penis, feeling its smooth warmth in my hand. He chubbed up almost instantly.
He moaned again, “Oooof, I respond really quickly to your attentions.” His eyes lingered on mine.
I tucked him back into the pouch and he adjusted himself for another round of photos.
I went back one last time to help him out another 20 minutes later. The next rounds he said would be speedo shots during which they would oil his body, which inevitably ended up on his penis. “I can take things from here, with all this excitement you’ve provided, if you and Arjun stay to watch me. You’ve gotten me back in my headspace, and you guys observing my work is keeping me revved up. Just give me one last bit of pleasure to keep with me for the rest of the shoot.”
I played with his butt through the fabric with one hand and his penis with the other. I ventured under the fabric to find his crack and released his penis.
Playing with his crack, trailing my fingers up and down, just out of reach of his anus, I dropped to my knees and without hesitation took his penis in my mouth.
“Yes,” he whispered, moaning, “but be gentle or I will cum.”
On the patio, in front of a 30 person crew and my husband, I was basically being paid to suck on a sexy underwear model’s penis. I too was close to cumming. My speedo glistened with precum where my cockhead strained against the fabric.
Aros instantly became hard, his dick pulsing in my mouth. I resignedly let him go. As I stood up, he moved in for a brief kiss, adjusted himself, and continued with his modeling.
I rejoined Arjun in the shade, lounging a sunchair, and gave him a long, deep kiss. I was riled up. Parting lips, he handed me a cup of water.
“That was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen,” Arjun said.
“Mmmmmm, you liked that did you,” I said coyly, rubbing his erection.
“Darn right, and so did you,” he said, squeezing my erection.
More precum oozed from my head, seeping through the fabric and leaking onto Arjun’s hand. He leaned in and licked it off.
“Careful,” I said, “or I’ll cum.”
With a smirk, “I’ll save that for later,” he responded.
As I laid down next to Arjun, was saw that Aros was watching us intently. He must have done a quick change because he now wore a powder blue, thin and loose fabric speedo. His penis and testicles cradled in the excess fabric in the front, held tightly by the overall formed fit clinging to his hips and butt.
He winked at us and refocused on the shoot.
He changed again, this time wearing a black speedo trunk cut, and his skin was fully oiled. He glistened in the sun.
Multiple more rounds of changes took place, with the final being a bikini cut white speedo. My erection had not subsided, and this certainly wasn’t going to help.
Arjun turned to me and grinned, “I know you want that to explode in your mouth, and I want to see it in there.”
“Hot,” I breathed.
Aros modeled several different poses and worked his way closer to the pool, bringing him closer to us. With a shorter distance, we could now see, however faintly, numerous wet spots on the pouch of the speedo. The biggest and more obvious one was right where his penis head currently pressed against the fabric.
“Oh shit,” I said in excitement, “He’s leaking.”
“Mmm hum,” Arjun said in appreciative agreement. “Hot.”
The leaking had no impact on the photoshoot, which proceeded as planned. Aros continued to look over at us and touch himself, maintaining the impressive chub. The last time he looked over, Arjun squeezed my cock, releasing a pearl of precum, which he collected and licked off his fingers, all while looking Aros in the eyes.
I nearly came right there, seeing my husband so worked up and brazen in his sexual interactions.
Aros’s wet spot was now much larger, and like mine, dripped a bit from the speedo. Interestingly though, he was still only chubbed, not fully erect. As an experienced model, back in his headspace, it looked like he was pretty good at controlling himself.
For the last set of photos, Aros jumped in the pool. He splashed water and posed for a while, eventually he slowly pulled himself from the pool. His wet and oiled arm muscles and abs glistened and rippled with the effort. Cameras and flashes caught every second of this final position. As he pulled his waist over the edge of the pool, he lifted his far leg to help him stand. The white speedo had turned opaque, leaving only hints to the imagination.
His tanned butt cheeks clearly visible through the wet white speedo plastered to them. Same for his penis and testicles, catching anyone’s attention with the juxtaposition of brown wet penis and testicles to white wet speedo.
Aros stood tall, reaching his arms over his head and going up on his tiptoes, he fully stretched his body, pushing his hips forward, more blood entered his penis and gave him more of an erection. More precum also pushed out his penis and pooled in a globe through the fabric before trailing down his penis toward the center of the speedo pouch.
The final camera and flash snapped, and the director called the day.
The crew immediately began breaking down the photoshoot set up.
Aros chatted briefly with the director, they shook hands, and he made a beeline for where we were sitting.
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