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For the first time, I wasn’t confused waking up and immediately knew where I was. I instinctively turned to my right and then to my left and realized there were about three guys jerking off. Instead of being on their phones looking at porn, they were looking directly at me. This included, of course, the guy to my right. After yesterday, they had realized it was cool with me and were not shy jerking their dicks off while staring at my body.
Because of the setup, every bed was perfectly visible from every other bed, so the three guys, although all in different bunks, could see me perfectly. I was very excited to put on a show for them and enjoyed it so much. I closed my eyes to make them comfortable and began jerking off.
I knew thousands of people saw me jerking off on a regular basis online, but these guys seeing me in real life was a lot hotter. Once I moved in with Tom, I wouldn’t have this opportunity, so I had to take advantage of it while I was here.
So again, I gave them a show on this occasion. Using the top bunk for leverage, I lifted my legs till my ankles were pretty much up to my ears in order to show off my hole a bit while jerking off. I could feel the gasps. I loved showing off my hole, which was something I’d frequently been complimented on. This earned me some extra moans from the guys who were looking at me.
I’d briefly been enrolled in gymnastics growing up, so I was very flexible, which allowed me to easily stretch my body in this position, my legs perfectly relaxed on top of my body. I could feel my cell phone vibrating a lot and, since it was so early, I really didn’t think much of it. It could be a telemarketer or a social media notification. The phone would have to wait as I had a show to put on.
With my eyes closed, my hearing was heightened, and I heard not three but four guys cumming. Once I came, I’d used my free hand to catch most of the cum and took it to my mouth to swallow. After this, I lifted my lower back and used my hands to pull my feet higher above my head. After years of practice, I was able to only engulf my cockhead in my mouth, which allowed me to clean it. I was hoping with time I’d be able to take more, but I had to commit to working on my flexibility and stretching more often.
More gasps came from the guys. After the show was over, I looked at my phone and saw it was Jeremy who had been texting me. I don’t know why, but I got a knot in my throat.
Jeremy and I texted all day when we weren’t together. We sometimes even texted while we were in the same room. Even though I’d shot both Jeremy and my dad a text as soon as I’d landed, I hadn’t been in touch with them since. Maybe my way of avoiding the feelings of how much I missed them.
Jeremy basically wanted to talk to me, and I FaceTimed him straight away, putting my AirPods in. I was still feeling great from the adrenaline of my little show, and Jeremy seemed to be in a pretty good mood as well.
We talked about what he was doing back home. He sounded pretty optimistic about this new guy he’d begun dating. He asked me about me, and I caught him up on everything I’d done so far pretty quickly.
He said he was worried having to wear too much clothes was going to affect me, so I took my phone and showed Jeremy I was fully naked and exposed to about 20 people. I told him I’d been pretty good so far finding ways to be naked and exposed. I’d probably had a lot more people physically see me naked in the last couple of days than I’d had at home in the last six months.
“I’ve actually been naked for almost 24 hours now in front of about 60 people (counting the hostel, gym, and bar I frequented),” I said. Jeremy was impressed.
Jeremy was happy, proud of me. He was my biggest supporter, who believed in me even when high school had been so hard for me to pass. I’d never been too booksmart, but I’d managed to get through it.
“Derrick, I don’t know how I feel telling you this, but things here are very bad.” Jeremy’s face changed. “People are getting laid off in droves, and the trucking industry has severely been impacted by some of the new policies and tariffs the government has put into place. Your dad’s company laid off 75% of their truckers, and your dad was amongst the lucky few who kept their job for now. He’s pretty sure he’ll be laid off soon. I’ve practically moved in with your dad, and since his hours have been cut drastically, we’ve spent a lot of time together. To be honest, we usually just talk about you and your crazy naked ass.” Jeremy said with a smile.
“I don’t want to bring you down, but I do need to warn you. It’s only a matter of time until your dad gets laid off, and his savings would only cover a couple of mortgage payments at the most. I see you’re continuing to take off, and I just want to make sure you keep with your content creation in case you need to help your dad. By the way, he’s not going to tell you, and I’m pretty sure if he got laid off, he would never reach out to you for help but I will. I know you’d not only help but would be pissed off if you didn’t know.”
“You did the right thing, Jeremy,” I said.
If he lost his home today, I wouldn't have the finances to help him. However, we had at least a month from the time when and if he got laid off, and I would build my finances back up in order to be able to take care of him, both of them. I’d just spent all this money on moving and getting a new place and school. However, there were quite a few extra job opportunities that had presented themselves, so this motivated me to get started as soon as possible. In case the worst happened, I’d be ready.
“I’ll be ready, I would never let my family down, and that includes you, bud.” I managed to say without letting a tear out.
Once we said our goodbyes, my tears all came down at once, and I began sobbing. To my surprise, Tom crawled into bed with me and held me. “What’s up, buddy?” Tom asked in a sensitive tone.
“Just some bad news from back home,” I replied. Tom, being Tom, was able to get the information from me pretty fast and spoke to me in a serious, caring way as he embraced me.
“First, you’re not alone, roomie. You know you can count on me. My parents are pretty well off, which is why I don’t have to work. Second, I know you’re making a killing on your fans account, and you need to go into overdrive and make sure that revenue stream not only continues but escalates. You need to get on that stripping gig as soon as possible. I heard about the possibility of you being a paid nude model at school, which you should try to secure today during your orientation. If there’s anything else that’ll put money in the bank, you should take advantage of it.”
Tom had made me feel so secure first with his offer to help, which I would never take but was so appreciative it was there; second with his motivating words. He was very proactive and seemed to always know what needed to be done.
I shouldn’t sit around crying when I had a business to run and people interested in seeing me naked. Besides the fans account, the stripping, and the school model, I was also ready to take on escorting on RentMen as soon as possible. I wasn’t going to take this threat to my family lying down.
Wiping my tears away, I got to work on my phone. After about an hour of uploading spicy content and setting up my RentMen profile, a sleepy, tired Daniel climbed into bed with me and said he was ready for the gym when I was. Following our usual exhibitionist routine of showering and making coffee, I left the hostel and handed the receptionist my ticket. “I’m so sorry, Mr. Derrick, but for some reason, the laundromat was unable to fulfill your next-day service because we did turn in your clothing in time. I’m afraid you’ll have to come back tomorrow at nine.”
Instead of getting angry, I was excited, since I knew I could at least make it naked to a clothing shop if absolutely necessary. After delivering the news to Daniel, who was most affected by this, he acted pretty relaxed.
“I have two pairs of shorts that are not only very old but also very short. I usually only use them to go around the house. Both of them fit me a bit tight, and my dick is probably about an inch or inch and a half from coming out through my leg.
Here, try them on since you’re more petite than me, they may hang a little longer on you. Since your soft dick is about an inch longer than mine that may work in your favor, this wouldn’t be a problem had we at least kept a couple of underwear,” Daniel said.
Sure enough, my dick was a little less than an inch from being exposed; however, I pulled them down a bit around my waist. “As long as we’re pretty careful and don’t move a lot, we should be fine. When lying down on the bench press, we can cover our dicks with our workout towel.” Also, we don’t have any shirts, and we cannot borrow any from Tom since they’re all baggy Tshirts, and I need to be looking at my form in order to exercise properly. Daniel said.
“What do you say? We ask the owner for an exception for today, letting him know about the bad luck we had with our laundry and see if he lets us work out shirtless,” I said.
If not, we can hit the bathing suit shop and see if they sell any shirts. Although, judging by the way the owner looked at your body yesterday and made you strip down, I think he’d be fine,” Daniel said.
The owner was too excited to see us and was very empathetic about our bad luck. “I have no problem with you working out shirtless today or any other day however, I will have to make an exception for you not wearing underwear,” he said, pointing at Daniel.
Since the shorts were tighter on him, his dick and cockhead shape were fully visible through his suit; on me, they were a bit baggier, so he didn’t notice. I looked at Tom, and he seemed to be annoyed. I’m pretty sure it was knowing we’d take the owner’s offer of working out shirtless on a daily basis. However, that didn’t last long, since Daniel quickly had us working out.
After our intense workout and our ab routine where we managed to behave and not do any crazy shenanigans to torment poor Tom we hit the showers. Out of habit, I’d slid my protein shaker in my gym bag, which I’d brought with me. As I was naked and enjoying the exposure, I once again bent over to expose my hole to the locker room.
“What time is your in-person orientation?” Tom asked.
“Fuck, I’d completely forgotten about it, and I have nothing to wear,” I said.
This panic was short-lived, since in an effort to show off my hole, I’d found the shorts and tank top I’d packed yesterday in my gym bag. Somehow, I’d put that outfit back into the gym bag instead of the laundromat bag. After drying, combing my hair, and brushing my teeth, I came back and tried on the outfit.
The shorts were those that had the slits go all the way up the waistband, and the fabric was so small that if you had a big butt or muscular legs, they would open up completely, exposing your outer thighs and almost the cheek. They were also made from cotton, and going commando made the dick extremely noticeable.
It helped that these were black, because I owned another pair in baby blue, and my dick was pretty noticeable. My dick would usually pop out the leg, but if I was able to stand perfectly still and be very careful with my movements, I could keep it in.
Putting on the tank top, it was pretty tight, but it was a couple of inches longer than where the shorts started, which I guess covered me up a little bit. Well, at least my entire legs wouldn’t be exposed.
“Derrick, this is very inappropriate, I must say. You’re meeting your teachers and schoolmates for the first time,” Tom said, and Daniel didn’t step in to disagree, instead having his normal blank stare look.
“I’ve paid in advance for this school, Tom. It’s one of the most expensive massage therapy schools in the country, and I doubt they’d kick me out over my wardrobe. My teacher didn’t mind that I took my online orientation naked; on the contrary, he was happy how comfortable I was with my body, to the point he offered me a nude modeling job. Besides, today is only a brief orientation before we start class next week. If this is inappropriate for class, I’m sure he’ll let me know,” I told Tom.
“Derrick, the tank top seems a little seethrough. I can perfectly make out your nipples, chest, and abs. I cannot even tell you’re wearing shorts, your legs are completely exposed, and I can clearly see the outline of your penis,” Tom seemed extremely upset and uncomfortable as he spoke.
“I don’t see another option, Tom. I need to be careful with money, and I cannot splurge on buying any clothes right now. Besides, it’s a massage school; we’ll probably all see each other naked at one point or another,” I said as nicely as possible.
Tom got off my back and seemed to calm down a bit, remembering my financial situation. He did a 180 and offered us lunch. With my orientation at 2 p.m., I had more than enough time.
Lunch was pretty uneventful: Tyrone teased me about bothering to get dressed; the owner authorized Daniel to do his second training shift shirtless with his short shorts, which he’d washed and dried in the locker room sink.
At one thirty, Tom headed to go buy some stuff for his bedroom; Daniel decided to stay at the bar until his shift began; and I decided to walk to school. It was winter, and therefore the weather was perfect for walking and on top of it, it was a little cloudy.
The school was in a beautiful building and was very nice. There was a handsome man in a white massage therapist-looking outfit who asked me where I was going. He then proceeded to instruct me where to go without even trying to hide when he scanned me up and down, letting his eyes linger on my crotch area. As I walked past him, I could feel him staring at me.
There was a small crowd beginning to form, and I recognized some of them from the Zoom meeting; some of them recognized me. “Derrick,” a young male about my age and in good shape pulled me aside. “Hey, I’m Angel. I recognized you from our meeting. How are you?” he asked in a very friendly way.
Angel and I stuck together and chatted a bit while the rest of our class arrived; it was supposed to be thirty of us. On the other side of the building, I could see a bigger crowd gathering who were also instructed by the handsome guy in white as they came in. This crowd appeared to be larger, maybe 70 or more.
“Hello, everybody. My name is Mr. Collins, your instructor.” Mr. Collins addressed the crowd.
“Welcome to your orientation. Today, we’ll be taking pictures and issuing you your ID cards you’ll use to access the building and also log into your classroom for attendance purposes. I’ll be showing you to your classroom, where we’ll do hands-on work, as the theory of massage therapy will be taught remotely. After this, we’ll show you the list of supplies you’ll need such as a bag, oil, sheets, and towels all available for purchase here if you wish. Finally, we’ll have a quick question and answer.”
Everything went pretty smoothly and was pretty fast while getting our IDs. The classroom consisted of lots of massage table beds, and off to the side was a dressing room and lockers, very similar to a gym locker room. The room was very bright, well lit, very clean, and very nice looking. I noticed speakers in the roof, which I assumed would transmit Mr. Collins as he instructed us.
All of the oils and linens we needed seemed a little overpriced; however, they had the school logo on them and seemed to be very high quality. I decided it was worth it; however, since I’d left my gym bag with Daniel, I would be buying them when I came to my first day of class.
Angel too had decided to purchase the items when we came back, and throughout the entire process, we’d been casually continuing our conversation. He’d just arrived himself a few days ago, due to poor planning, was staying at a hotel that was completely out of his budget, and was from a small city just like me.
When I told him pretty much the same story, I mentioned I was staying at a lovely hostel, and when I mentioned the name of my neighborhood, Angel immediately recognized it as the gay neighborhood and mentioned he was wanting to visit.
No coming out was necessary; it had all been done. I was staying in the city’s gay neighborhood and had also mentioned I was going to live there, and Angel wanted to visit and was hoping he could find a place there himself.
I told him he should get out of that expensive hotel and save his money for the stuff we were going to invest in. I told him I’d email the hostel but was pretty sure they’d have a bed for him. He stepped aside to call his hotel to see if he could do a late checkout today. Taking a second to admire his body, Angel appeared to be in fantastic shape.
When he came back, he confirmed he was able to check out before 7 p.m., and I’d received an email from the hostel saying they had a bed available. He said his hotel was only a block away, so if I didn’t mind, we could go get his stuff after orientation, and then we could Uber together to the hostel. I agreed.
The subject of my outfit did come up, and I mentioned the incident at the laundromat. “I must confess, though, I don’t like wearing clothing very much, so this outfit is what I’m most comfortable in. I wonder if this place will have a dress code,” I said.
Angel had not mentioned it however everywhere we went people’s eyes would turn to look at me.
“Well, Derrick, today I didn’t recognize you from the Zoom meeting, I have to confess,” Angel said in a nervous tone.
I was so confused I looked at him puzzled; he’d called me by name when he’d approached me.
“I recognized you at the meeting from your X account. I’ve been following you for a while. I signed up for your Fans account but could only afford one month, and I took some screen recordings I occasionally jack off to,” Angel said, his face bright red.
“Nobody has ever recognized me before. I doubt anybody in my small town knows about it. But forget about those screen recordings, my friend I’ll hook you up with a free promo code.” I casually said with a smile.
Soon after this talk, Mr. Collins showed us to an empty room. “We’re all set to start the final portion of today’s in-person orientation, which is the Q&A.”
He instructed people to raise their hand, and one after another, most students began raising their hands and asking really smart questions I would have never thought to ask but was glad I’d heard the answer.
I hadn’t noticed Angel had raised his hand and was surprised when Mr. Collins called on him. “Is there a dress code?” Angel asked clearly, as a personal favor to me, knowing I was too nervous to ask myself.
“Not really; we just keep it casual. You’ll often notice some of our second year students who are already working at a spa coming here in their uniform. The ones who are working for themselves will usually wear white shirts with white pants or shorts, since our city is pretty warm all year,” Mr. Collins answered.
“Is gymwear acceptable, Mr. Collins?” Angel followed up. “Yes, gymwear is fine. Remember, when we’re doing in-person learning, we’ll often be practicing on ourselves, and on most occasions, we’ll need to remove some if not all of our clothing, so wear whatever you feel comfortable in. I’ll be covering this later in the future, but once you begin practicing, a nice professional uniform will be key to portraying yourselves in a professional way and making your clients feel the most comfortable,” Mr. Collins explained in deeper detail.
As all questions had been answered, Mr. Collins instructed the room to head toward the right door and walk directly to the reception area.
“Mr. Derrick, would you mind staying?” Mr. Collins continued.
“I’m sorry, Angel. I forgot, but Mr. Collins wanted to talk to me today regarding doing some naked modeling for him during his student recruitment seminars,” I said in an apologetic tone.
“No worries. I still have about four hours before we need to pick up my stuff. This in-person orientation was pretty brief and effective,” Angel explained.
The room emptied out very quickly, and Mr. Collins approached. “Mr. Collins, please let me know how I could be of service to you. I’m very interested in your offer. Please do not mind Angel; I agreed to help him move some stuff after our meeting today,” I said.
“I have student recruitment seminars. I speak for about fifteen minutes regarding the benefits of becoming a licensed massage therapist and discuss the learning curriculum we offer. After this, I’ll ask you to join me on stage, where I’ll have a massage bed. You’ll remove your clothing and get on the table. For about twenty-five minutes, I’ll discuss a range of subjects regarding etiquette and making sure you feel comfortable. Then I’ll point out the areas of the body that commonly require the most attention and will display some techniques on how to release pressure from these areas correctly.
As soon as I’m done with this, I’ll present a video of the school and its selling points, which also covers costs. It lasts about seven minutes then I’ll make some closing statements. I’ll direct the students who are ready to sign up to our recruitment staff, and the ones who are not interested will leave,” Mr. Collins explained in such a comprehensive way I could listen to him speaking all day.
“You, however, may leave right after the demonstration, although it wouldn’t hurt if you stayed and helped me talk to the students who are undecided. Once you start studying here, I’m sure you’ll enjoy it and may be able to convince the ones who are on the fence. If you stayed behind after our demo, it would be less than an hour in total,” Mr. Collins continued.
“This sounds perfect, Mr. Collins. I’d be more than happy to do this for you, and I don’t mind staying behind even though it’ll take some time to become quite as convincing as yourself,” I said.
“Your payment will be based on commission. As I mentioned, we normally have 50 to 100 persons, and on average, about 20 to 25 percent of them will join. I know asking you to be naked in a room full of up to one hundred persons is a lot, and I have a hard time finding models who are comfortable handling this which is why I’ve demanded the school give my models a one-hundred-dollar commission per student who signs up.
You’re looking at anywhere from $1,200 to $2,500 per seminar. We have seminars all year at least once or twice a week and during enrollment season, we could have one every weekday,” Mr. Collins carefully explained.
“Mr. Collins, that sounds like a great deal. I’d be very happy to take it. Besides going to the gym, the rest of my time will be devoted to my studies, so I’m free anytime you need me,” I said.
“Well, if you ever are not available or call in sick, maybe Angel could take your place,” Mr. Collins said in almost a naughty tone as he looked directly into his eyes.
“Maybe,” Angel said in a very serious tone.
Impressed, Mr. Collins smiled at Angel, then turned to look at me and said, “The people you saw gathering outside are here for a seminar at 3 p.m., which is in less than 10 minutes. I don’t have a model, and when I met you yesterday, I had a feeling this was something you’d be interested in. As much as I tried securing a model for today, it was impossible, and I was really hoping you’d agree and would be willing to start today.”
“It’s only an hour at most, and I still have plenty of time to pick up my things. I wouldn’t mind waiting for you, and if it’s okay with Mr. Collins, I could join you and even help you speak to those undecided students. I’m an experienced salesperson and am currently interviewing to get a job in sales,” Angel answered for me.
“Well, Angel, I’m sure we may have some positions available, so whether it be covering for Derrick or joining our recruitment team, you may walk out of here with a job. You not only look incredibly professional but have a way with words. I instantly knew you were a salesman,” Mr. Collins explained.
“Derrick, is this a yes to helping me now? We have ninety people ready for us,” Mr. Collins said.
“Yes, sir. I’m ready,” I said.
Mr. Collins instructed us to walk into the auditorium through its main entrance and try to find a seat in the front row while he walked in through his office.
As we made our way in the huge building, I’d never been to college, but it looked exactly like one of those huge classrooms you see in any movie where there’s a college professor almost like a movie theater with rows of seats coliseum-style, desk chairs set up in a semicircle, each row higher than the last.
Going down the stairs behind Angel, we managed to find two seats in the front row. The place was almost at capacity. As we made our way down the stairs, I could feel so many eyes turning to look at me in my skimpy outfit. Quite frankly, the looks had been coming in all day since I’d stepped into this school, and it was no surprise why: my outfit was practically nonexistent.
As Mr. Collins began speaking like the complete pro that he was, I became a bit nervous. This room was so beautiful, and Mr. Collins had such a charm for speaking I was ready to sign up for school all over again. I could feel the audience was completely entranced in everything Mr. C said, and his tone was a delight to listen to.
“Now we’ll move forward with a live demo,” Mr. Collins said.
He grabbed some remotes, and the first thing he did was dim down the lights. Then he lowered a giant projection screen. A few spotlights were turned on that were directly aimed at the massage table, and finally, the lights from this sophisticated projector powered on. An HD camera dropped from the ceiling.
As I saw this setup, I had a perfect view of the table and could appreciate every single wrinkle in the white sheets so crisp it made my body shake.
Waving me over, I made my way up the stage and stripped naked immediately: taking off my shorts, then my tank top, followed by my socks and sneakers. I then went ahead and lay down on the table on my belly, placing my face on the face hole.
After speaking a bit about customer etiquette and comfort, Mr. Collins asked if I would care for a towel, which I declined. After this, he lectured the class about making sure the customer was always comfortable. He also spoke about how full nudity was ideal; however, if a customer wanted to keep on their undergarments, there were ways to work around them.
Before I knew it, he was talking about the trapezius and lats, shoulder blades, and began demonstrating some techniques which felt incredible. I could feel my neck feel so relaxed. After working on my upper back, he casually moved down to my legs, lifting my knee off to the side. I felt a cold breeze on my hole, which was completely exposed. My dick and balls were also exposed as they were facing down.
He demonstrated working on my glutes and hamstrings, which felt awesome as he described everything he was doing to the audience. Eventually, he moved on to my calves and the soles of my feet.
Having lost track of all time with the incredible sensations coming from the massage as well as the feeling of being exposed to almost one hundred people he asked me to flip over, which I assumed marked the halfway mark.
With my dick completely exposed, he moved toward my skull and head; it all felt soothing, and he was displaying some techniques which felt great on my body, as this was my first massage. He then focused on and discussed my pecs, moved toward my abs before working on my inner thighs, which caused me to chub up a bit.
He followed up with quads, lifted both my legs placing them on his shoulder, explaining the importance of stretching and before I knew it, I was done.
After he handed me my clothing, I went back to sit next to Angel naked as we watched the video and then heard Mr. Collins make a final plea for students to sign up. After the lights went up and we were asked to address the undecided, Angel suggested I put my clothes back on. With the auditorium fully lit, I casually began addressing strangers and asking them for their feedback.
A few of them, I could tell, were more interested in talking to me more than hearing my sales pitch. Angel, on the other hand, was a natural, and I could see he took about 5 to 7 undecideds to the recruitment room; he was a natural.
After almost everyone was gone, Mr. Collins thanked the both of us, he handed us both a card which had the information of the head of HR and we were instructed to reach out in order to sign our contracts and get our employee badges. They would directly handle the payments for both of us today and Mr.C said a job in recruitment was available and if Angel wanted it, the job was his.
“Yes, Mr Collins, I would really like to take the job” Angel said.
“Excellent, I will let them know, You were great today” Mr. C said with a smile.
I was so excited, my body was still tingling from what I was able to do today, even though I had gotten intimidated when I saw the setup I had pushed through and had been exposed to nearly a hundred people which made me feel so excited. I had also made enough money today to cover a part of my dad’s mortgage.
I was also extremely happy for Angel getting his job, I was happy for Daniel and even Tom who was privileged but had managed to get an apartment exactly where he wanted it. It was nice to see my new friends do good.
Daniel and I left the school, headed for Angel’s hotel room.
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