He's Exposed in a Bathing Suit

The frat party was the last night of the initiation rites for that year's pledge class. The upper classmen were there with their dates, as were unaccompanied women from the neighboring sororities. The frat pledges had just one task to perform that night -- to pass through the crowd with trays of appetizers and drinks. Sounds routine, except for the fact that they would be wearing almost nothing -- just skin-tight Speedo swimming trunks and a garland of leaves around their forehead. The tight Speedos were guaranteed to draw attention to the body parts within, as the shape of the penis and testicles was clearly on display. Their bodies had also been sprayed with oil, so the skin glistened. Their hands were held together in the front by a loose chain, to give the look of slaves in ancient Greece.

To add to the festive atmosphere (and to further embarrass the pledges) each woman present was given 5 crisp one-dollar bills. They were to press a bill into the swimsuit of a man whose look they favored. The pledge who garnered the most dollars would be crowned the King for the evening.

In a small concession to anonymity, the pledges wore 'Lone Ranger' masks, that fit around the face from the edge of the nose to the eyebrows, with openings for the eyes. While the mask may have concealed the identity of the Lone Ranger for the years that he roamed the West, it didn't do much for the pledges. Especially for a pledge named Billy, who at 6'3" height, red curly hair and a slender but muscular body, was easily recognizable.

One who knew him was Sarah, in his English class. A pretty girl, she had never said more than a few words to him in class. On seeing him tonight, however, she blurted out, "Is that you, Billy?" as she reached for a drink on his tray. Billy didn't respond, but the blush that filled his face was the answer. She immediately regretted addressing him by name, realizing that he was embarrassed to learn the mask gave him no cover.

"You look great," she said, trying to ease his discomfort. But the acknowledgement about his appearance only increased his self-consciousness. Billy hadn't yet overcome that adolescent shyness typical of high school.

"Thanks," he muttered.

"No, really. Here, let me give you a dollar bill," she said. That was meant to be a gesture of support for him. She went to press a bill into the front of the Speedo. Billy recoiled from the touch of her fingers on his abdomen.

She realized putting the dollar bill down his front was another mistake. (Seemed she couldn't do anything right tonight.) "Turn around," she said. Billy turned and she stuffed the dollar bill into the back of the Speedo. Her hand squeezed the bill down, over his firm butt cheek. This was better than down the front, but Billy still gave a small gasp at the touch.

"You're a handsome man," Sarah said, struggling to put him at ease.

"I feel like a freak in a sideshow," Billy said softly.

"You're not a freak. You're beautiful," she said.

Billy scuttled off to bring his drink tray to others.

("You're beautiful?" Sarah thought, "Is that what I said to him? I hardly know this boy.") But she had been drawn to his awkward shyness, and, admittedly, to that slender, glistening body. She hoped they would talk later.

The party neared its end and it was time to determine which pledge had garnered the most dollar bills. The pledges were lined up and several women from the sororities were designated to count. They eagerly reached into the bathing trunks to fish out the dollar bills. This of necessity involved some exploration deep into the garment, as bills had gotten shoved down. If Billy had felt a shock when Sarah, and others, had stuffed a bill down his briefs, that was nothing compared to the groping that took place as the bills were retrieved. It was predictable (and, to be truthful, anticipated) that the body part within would react to a hand searching inside the garment. The front of many of the men's swimwear expanded. The tip of a few penises slipped the garment entirely, to the amusement of the observing crowd and the embarrassment of the exposed pledge.

n due time, all the dollar bills were retrieved and the winner crowned. Billy hadn't garnered the most bills. Guys with an exhibitionist flair predictably had attracted the most attention. The pledges were, mercifully, allowed to pull on clothes for the rest of the evening.

Sarah approached Billy. "Did you survive?" she asked.

"Barely. I've never been exposed in public like that before," he answered candidly.

"Well, now you know what it's like to be a woman," Sarah said. "Our bodies are constantly on display. Women's clothes are designed to emphasize our curves. Think of women wearing bikinis on a beach. Not much left to the imagination."

"Yeah, but it's different. Women are raised to be sexual. Men aren't. It was horrible."

"Was it really that bad?" Sarah asked. "Is it so terrible for a guy to show off his body to an appreciative female?"

Billy didn't answer immediately. Secretly, he had felt an odd excitement over being displayed, and he knew he had a well-developed male body. Still, it felt wrong.

"I was like an animal at the zoo," he replied.

"Well, you do remind me of a panther, sleek, elegant, poised to spring into action," said Sarah. "You should be proud."

Billy turned away to continue circulating with his drink tray. But he couldn't get her words out of his mind. "Sleek, elegant." He didn't think of himself in those terms. He realized he was shaking as he walked. Is that what she saw in him?

He encountered Sarah next when their English class met on Monday. He deliberately sat a few rows behind her in the lecture hall, watching her. Sarah was aware he was behind her, but didn't turn. She wanted him to make the first move. But he didn't.

Sarah had not been the only person who recognized Billy at the frat party. Another woman, Betty, had been there too. "Hey Billy," she called. "You look different with clothes on," she quipped. Nearby students laughed at the comment, as the fraternity exploit was the talk of the campus. Billy lowered his head and left without saying a word. Sarah, watching, realized the episode was too new, too raw, for him to see any fun in it.

She approached him on seeing him outside the English Department building. "Did you get inducted into the fraternity?" she asked. The Saturday party was to be the last hurdle before the pledges were admitted.

"Yeah, I'm in," Billy answered. "Thank God that was the last challenge. Now I guess I get to humiliate the next class of freshmen."

"It wasn't a humiliation, was it?" Sarah asked.

"What else was it?"

"Really? Is showing your body to women a humiliation? A lot of guys would revel in that opportunity."

"I'm shy," Billy almost whispered, as if revealing a secret. "I'm just not used to that sort of thing. What must the people who saw me think of me?"

"Well, Bill, you're in college now. It's time to put that high school mentality aside. We're adults, and you should be proud of yourself and your body."

Billy didn't reply.

"If you want to overcome your shyness, I'll help you. I've got two brothers. I know guys," Sarah said.

"What do you mean?"

"Give me 48 hours. I guarantee you'll emerge a new man and proud of your body."

"How?" Billy asked.

"Don't ask. Just trust me. Come to my apartment in the dorm this Friday at 6 pm. Be ready to stay the weekend. Deal?"

Billy didn't answer for a full minute. "Deal," he finally said.

Sarah had absolutely no idea what she was going to do with this guy. Still, she grinned at the challenge, and the prospect of this sleek male 'panther' under her control for the weekend. She had to come up with a plan. She had two roommates too; they'd need to be involved. How to strip away his timidity? How to make him comfortable in his own body?

Sarah spent hours on the internet researching how to alleviate shyness. The articles said it was a process of gradually exposing the insecurity, and through familiarity make it less frightening -- all the while providing positive reinforcement. Easy to contemplate with, say, fear of public speaking. How to implement it with body image? Well, expose the insecurity, make it less threatening through repetition, and provide positive reinforcement. Rinse and repeat. This could be a very, very interesting weekend, she thought. The sexual component of what she needed to do did not escape her.

Billy arrived at her apartment promptly at 6 pm. He had a small bag with him to spend the weekend. Sarah and her two roommates, Clarice and Anna, greeted him warmly. Billy hadn't realized that there would be three women involved in his 'treatment,' and this increased his anxiety level, already at a high mark. It didn't help that Clarice and Anna had huge grins on their faces, looking over him like cats at a fish market.

"We're so glad you're here, Billy," Sarah offered. "By the end of the weekend, you'll feel differently about yourself. You'll be proud to show off your manly body. We'll start by cleansing the body. We've prepared a hot bath for you. Come with us."

A bath? Were the women to participate in his taking a bath? (They were.)

They led Billy into the bathroom. The tub was full of hot water, with bath oils mixed in. The six hands of the women pulled at Billy's clothes, stripping him. He involuntarily drew his arms downward, to shield his body. But there was no shelter. They led him naked into the water. Billy had been nude with a woman before, sure, but it was in the dark, under the covers. Now, he was exposed to three women in bright light. They scrubbed his body with wash cloths. Sarah pointedly reached under the water to raised his hips to access and clean the genitals, washing the testicles, pulling the penis to its length to rub it with the wash cloth. Billy was more stunned than aroused, and he let her. When he rose from the tub, they wrapped his body in soft towels, drying him.

As he stood naked on a bath mat, he asked for his clothes.

"Later. First you need to become at ease with your body. You are a beautiful man. Revel in your sex, let yourself be seen."

Billy began to shake slightly, as he digested this new reality. He was to be nude with three clothed women. Not wearing clothes until they deigned to allow it. Yikes. On one level he knew that a guy should be excited that he was "captured" by attractive young women who appreciated his body. But it was shocking that he was in effect their captive, nude and completely open to their gaze.

And gaze they did. And more. Anna said she wanted to feel the weight of his testicles. "What?" he asked. "Let me cup them in my hand, I want to feel them," she replied. Without waiting for an answer, she grabbed the testicles. She rolled them around in her hand, holding them to feel their weight.

Clarice asked Billy about being circumcised. "Do you miss not having a foreskin?" she asked.

"How would I know?" he replied, wondering if this was really happening.

Clarice pulled on the penis. "Make it hard," she asked.

"I can't -- it has to happen naturally. I'm so freaked out now that I can't get aroused."

"Every guy I know gets hard when you touch his penis," she replied.

"I'm sorry," said Billy. He wished it would be hard but it wasn't.

The women's actions were intrusive, and deliberately so. Sometimes changing a mindset calls for assertiveness, even to shock the subject. They only had a weekend to confront a lifetime of timidity and shyness. They had decided that they had no time for subtlety.

"Lie down," said Sarah. "We're going to give you a massage."

Billy lay on the carpeted floor, on his back. Sarah began to massage his feet and legs, working her way up. Billy's penis began to stir when her hands reached his thighs.

"There you go," Sarah said encouragingly. "Relax and give in to the pleasure."

Billy did, and before long, the penis curled over his abdomen.

"Wow," Sarah said. "You're huge. Nice, Billy. Bigger than my last boyfriend."

Anna meanwhile was massaging his chest, circling the nipples. Clarice positioned herself at his waist.

"Do you like oral sex?" she asked.

In fact, Billy had never had that done to him. Was she serious?

"I guess," he mumbled.

Clarice clasped her lips around the head of the penis and inhaled. It twitched in her mouth. That was enough encouragement for her, and she set to work slurping and pulling on the rigid organ. But she stopped before he climaxed. The penis, slick with saliva, roared upward when she released it, straining to its full height.

"Finish me off!" Billy implored.

"No, I want you to stay erect. I like to look at a hard man."

Billy reached to rub his penis, but Sarah stopped him. "You're not in charge. We decide when or if you come. For now, we want to look at your swollen dick. Let us."

Billy got up, and sat in a chair. He was still enlarged. The women looked at him. He realized that he had stopped caring; their constant focus on his sex was wearing him down. He couldn't stay shocked.

"Are you going to take off your clothes, too?" Billy asked.

"No," answered Anna. "This is your moment. Enjoy being the center of attention."

And so it was. Billy remained nude. In time, the women put out some food and they all ate. Billy's erection subsided, and the organ hung limp.

Sarah put on the evening news, and they watched TV together. The women remained dressed, Billy in the nude. After a while, no one commented on it. It just was. And Billy was no longer "freaked out" by his situation. He was a man who just happened not to have clothes on. If he had an itch, he scratched it, wherever it was on his body. He accepted his situation, his nudity.

"How do you feel?" Sarah asked.

"What do you mean?" replied Billy.

"Are you self-conscious about being nude?"

"Oh, that. No. I mean it's insane, but I stopped thinking about it."

"Would you like a towel to cover yourself?" she asked him.

"You know, it doesn't matter," Billy replied honestly.

"Well, Billy, then maybe we've accomplished what we set out to do. You're comfortable being a man, a fully exposed man. Congratulations."

"Wow, I think you're right. The idea of being embarrassed now if I were to be seen in a tight bathing suit seems silly."

"I think it's time we gave you back your clothes, Bill."

"Do I have to get dressed?" he asked.

"No. In fact, I'm thinking it's time I took off some of my clothes," said Sarah. "This bra is killing me. Why don't you follow me into the bedroom. I have a body issue of my own that I want to discuss with you." She was unbuttoning her blouse as they walked into the bedroom.

Months later, if someone asked Billy how he and Sarah began dating, he'd never tell them the truth. They wouldn't understand. And, more to the point, they wouldn't have believed him anyway.