Naples

After a few minutes recovery, I stepped out of the shower, grabbing the towel that Ben had left on the bed. I dried myself and put on a thin cotton robe that Ben had hung on the back of the door. The 200 thread cotton robe felt like a dress shirt that covered my body. Actually, it was a short robe, that came only to mid-thigh, and tied securely at the waist with a similar cotton belt.

I walked back into the courtyard where Ben was standing dressed in a fresh bathing suit, a gray silvery Speedo, and a t-shirt. He handed me a glass of orange juice. "Freshly squeezed." He smiled that gloriously disarming smile again. His eyes a brilliant sparkle in the overhead light. "Feel better?"

"Yes, much," I responded. I drank down the orange juice, eyeing Ben as he wandered into the kitchen. I thought Ben handsome, and could see how a woman would really go for him. He kept himself in great shape, he moved with the grace of a Bengal tiger, and charisma just oozed from his body. I wondered to myself if a man would feel the same way. What would a gay man feel like looking at Ben? I thought to myself that it probably wasn't any different really. A man would like the same qualities in Ben that a woman would. The physical fitness, intellect, charm all came together in a wonderful package, that was now walking towards me holding out a small plate of cut fruit. As I looked at him, I realized that the quality I admired the most was Ben's almost complete lack of self-conciousness, and comfort with his own body.

"Here, eat some fruit, it will put a little sugar back into your system. The rain's almost let up." I followed Ben out to the front porch and we sat looking at the skies as the clouds began to break. I sat next to Ben on the two seat couch, with the fruit on the table in front of us. We both silently nibbled the pineapple and strawberries and then sat back looking out of the expanse of the beach.

Ben was looking off in the distance, and I looked over at him out of the corner of my eye. My gaze traveled down over his stomach to the silver gray Speedo and powerful legs that were now only inches from my own. Silent tension swirled around in my mind as I eyed the bulge between Ben's legs. If I had been a gay man, I thought to myself, I'd probably reach over to caress him. I wondered if Ben was thinking the same thing as I looked down at my own legs. The robe had parted at my thighs when I sat, and my right thigh was naked almost to my balls. I tensed for a moment thinking maybe I should cover myself up. What if Ben really were gay? Wasn't I just unfairly teasing him? No, I thought to myself. Ben was totally comfortable being who he was, there was no good reason for me not to feel the same way.

At that moment, Ben reached his hand across the couch and rested it on my naked thigh. I immediately tensed but tried to hide it. "Relax," I told myself, "he's your friend." The hand was on my thigh, with the middle finger very much on the soft skin of my upper thigh.

"Hey, I'm going to miss you when you head back home. You've been good company for me." The hand remained where it was, inches from my groin. There seemed to be rushing wind in my ears as I felt the hand so close to my cock, which now began to stir in response. The folds in the robe hid my growing erection, but the blood in my ears began to pound so loudly that I felt sure Ben could hear.

And just like that it was over. Ben stood, smiling and looking at me. "Come on, I think your stuff is dry now, I'll go get it for you so that you can change." Ben wandered back into the house, but this time I felt sure that Ben's Speedo was stretched in a way that I hadn't seen it before.

I quickly dressed and walked back out to the porch where Ben stood standing, now only in the Speedo. "It's getting hot again." I thanked Ben for the rescue from the downpour and for the swim. As he reached out to shake my hand, Ben drew me in again, with an arm around my shoulder, as he had done in the pool. It was a warm quick hug, but not so quick that I didn't feel the contact of Ben's Speedo with my own crotch. It was only a second, but in that second, I felt Ben's manhood against my own.

As I walked down the beach towards the vacation house I looked back over the events of the last few days and my new friend. Ben was really nice, I thought to myself, so self-assured, and yes, in a way, so sexual. I was glad to be his friend, and even happier to be an object of affection for the man. Ben had been so kind to me and had turned the prospects of a miserable vacation into something much more enjoyable. If Ben wanted to touch my leg, was that so bad? Maybe Ben was home in the shower masturbating even now at the pleasure he had received from that single touch. It hadn't been unpleasant from my experience either. There was no denying that my cock had started to become aroused when Ben's hand was on my thigh? Did that make me gay? No, I thought to myself, it just meant that I wanted to please my new friend. But how far would that desire to please extend?

The next morning, I again ran by Ben's house, but there was no one on the porch, and the house was quiet, dark. I didn't stop then, nor a few hours later when I walked by the porch again, and still there was no sign of life. I was saddened at the thought that maybe Ben had left town without saying goodbye.

My fears were unfounded when I saw the lights lit on Ben's porch when I walked by in the early evening. I heard my name called out from the porch, and I could see Ben waving me over. I sauntered over. "Hey you," I heard Ben say, "I thought I'd missed you today." As I walked in, Ben threw his arm around my shoulders. We chatted and Ben explained that he'd been in town for a gallery showing of some his photographs. "'The Century in Sports' it was called," he said with a laugh. "That makes me feel real old."

Spontaneously, I replied, "You shouldn't feel old at all. If I look half as good as you at your age, I'll be psyched." I caught myself, but I blushed all the same as I realized how the comment might seem too flirtatious. Ben only smiled broadly.

"I only regret I that since I'm retired I won't be able to photograph you in your professional prime as the great athlete I no doubt know that you will become. Track and field was my specialty too. Ah, such a shame."

"Well, if I ever become a famous track star, I'll be sure to come back for a private photo session. You can include the pictures in your next gallery showing. Call it 'The New Century in Sports." Ben laughed, but his eyes looked off in the distance for a few moments, and then back to me, eyeing me as if about to ask a question.

"What is it Ben?"

"I'd love to photograph you." He said it without emotion, just letting it hang in the air.

"Well, I'm not famous." I responded.

"You will be."

I thought a moment, then said, "Sure, anytime you want Ben."

"What about now?"

"Right now?"

"Yes, my studio is in the back wing, it's really all set up and ready to go."

I thought a moment and then said, "Ok, but I'm going to feel really strange."

Ben spoke as he walked, "Well, since we are not at the Penn Relays, these will be still life portraits of you and your body in athletic poses." I could sense the professionalism in Ben's voice. Ben's eyes focused sharply and he moved quickly through the house. We passed through a set of double wooden doors into a room that had heavy gray drapes on three of it's four walls. It was lit by commercial lights recessed into the twelve foot ceilings. It gave the impression of a large ballroom, except for the photography equipment, which was in abundance and scattered throughout the room.

One area against the dark drapes was clear of photographic debris and was surrounded by lights, this, I thought, was the where the subject must stand. Ben spoke as he walked around the room turning on various lights as he went, "Okay, so while I get set up, why don't you go in the other room over there. It's a walk-in closet with stuff of all shapes and sizes that you can change into. Don't be shy, whatever you want to wear, put it on. Okay?" I nodded my head and walked through the doorway into the large walk-in closet.

In my opinion, it was more than a walk-in closet. It was large, and had long racks of clothes hanging. Ben must be a totally organized guy, I thought. Each section of clothing was clearly marked as a category: track and field; swimming; wrestling; baseball; basketball, etc. After a few minutes, I settled on a yellow, competition-style, body suit for track. Normally, for competitions in High School, I'd worn the school colors in shorts and a runner's shirt. Next year, I'd wear these types of full bodied running suits.

I undressed and slid on the yellow lycra suit, pulling the straps onto my shoulders. The suit fit me like a second skin and as I looked in the mirror I shrugged with disappointment at where my undershorts bunched underneath the lycra at my groin. I paused for a moment thinking that Ben would probably get a kick out of it if I just wore the suit without the underwear. I smiled to myself as I stripped off the suit and, tugged my underwear off and pulled the running suit back on.

Much better now, I thought to myself, as I looked at my reflection in the mirror and could see how pleasant and well-formed my body looked. At my crotch I could see the outline of my own cock as it lay against my leg. It looked normal, it felt normal. In fact, it felt like I could run a sub-10 one-hundred in this outfight. But most of all, I thought, Ben would like it.

As I stood under the lights in this track suit, Ben stared at me in stunned awe. "Are you okay Ben?" The young man's question stirred Ben from his thoughts.

"oh, uhm, yes,,,I you look great. I think the camera will really love you." Ben moved forward to stand by me, looking me over closely. He reached down and tugged the leg of the lycra suit down a bit further over my thigh. I could feel Ben's eyes on me, appraising me, and at times Ben's fingers tugged at a seam or smoothed a crease. I stood still, enjoying the attention. Ben stood behind me looking at my buttocks and reached out to my waist and tugged up my suit. The lycra stretched tightly over the my ass and nestled tightly between the cleft of my ass cheeks. I didn't flinch at the contact, and instead my groin tingled as I felt the lycra being pulled more tightly over my ass, as well as tugging at my groin from beneath. I felt the first stirrings in my loins and wondered what I'd look like if this kept up.

Ben stood about six feet in front of me smiling that wonderful smile. "Okay handsome,,,let's start shooting. For the most part, I want you to be natural and not worry about the camera. Choose a pose and then stay in for thirty seconds or so that way I can shoot from different angles okay?

"What pose do I get into?" I asked.

"Well anything you like really I. Why don't you start with the way you warm up for a meet, some stretches or something."

I thought for a few minutes and then crossed my legs and keeping them straight I bent down and touched my fingers with my toes. Immediately I heard the camera shutter clicking away as Ben sought the best angle to shoot from by walking around me. I waited my normal stretch time and then I assumed another pose, keeping my left leg straight and leaning forward bending my right knee as I did so, my hands firmly on my hips.

I was feeling wonderful under the lights and under Ben's guidance. My body had never felt so alive as it did now, as I stretched all of my muscles. The feeling of the track suit on my body was exquisite and yes, arousing. At one point I looked down at myself and could see that I was semi-hard. I was sure that Ben had noticed too, but I smiled, did it really matter? If this made Ben happy, I'd be glad to do it.

"Ben, I'm going to try on something else okay? I'm starting to sweat, it might be time for a swim suit photo shoot.

"Okay, you know where everything is. I know it gets warm in here with the lights on, but I need the lights. Go ahead and sweat all you want, I'm going to take off my shirt even."

By the time Ben returned to the room without his shirt, I was already dressed in a white nylon Speedo bathing suit with 1" side bands. Ben paused a moment, wondering how he was ever going to get through this photo shoot without ravaging the young man. I smiled at Ben when I saw him, "this is sort of what I usually wear when I swim at school".

"I like it", Ben replied as he walked over to me, looking me up and down. "I'm just going to adjust your suit okay?"

"Yes, sure. Do whatever you have to do Ben." Ben smiled, and pulled and tugged at the rear of the suit. I felt Ben's hands along the waistband, pulling so that the suit was smooth against my bottom. It was all very professional, but I enjoyed the feeling of Ben's fingers on me, and my loins stirred. I was sure that Ben was adjusting a bit more than necessary, but I let him enjoy himself. I smiled at Ben as he knelt in front of my groin for a moment, and reached up between the material of the suit and the front of my thigh, pulling the material smooth. Ben's fingers were only centimeters from my cock, which started to tingle, but almost as soon as the stirrings started, Ben quickly removed his fingers and stood up looking at me.

"Uh Todd, can you uhm,,,adjust yourself? You are sort of off to one side if you know what I mean. For the pictures I'd like you to be symmetrical, sort of pointing down."

I looked at Ben and then with one hand pulling the suit away from my groin, my right hand snaked in around my hardening cock and pointed it down. It filled and distended the swimsuit. It was obvious that my cock was semi-aroused, but Ben, who had been watching closely, just smiled, picked up the camera and resumed shooting.

I stretched myself under the lights, reveling in the warmth and attention I was receiving from Ben. I could hear the shutter of the camera snapping away as I posed myself in different stretches. I was totally aroused now, and there was no hiding it in my brief bathing suit, but I didn't care either. It didn't seem to bother Ben, and I found that even more arousing.

After about 10 minutes Ben stopped me. "Okay, time to change flashcards on this camera. You want to change into something else? I'm going to put on a bathing suit. It's just so damned hot in here." With that he walked out into the house.

I turned and walked back to the walk-in closet. I peeled the Speedo off of myself and looked at my own cock. Yes, it was definitely hard. My seven inches of flesh stood out from my body at a 45 degree angle. How embarrassing that Ben had seen me aroused like that. I looked for something to wear to hide my tumescent cock but all the outfits were clingy, tight.

In one corner there was a loose pile of jockstraps. I quickly pulled out a Bike classic white jockstrap and slipped it on. At least my hard cock was now held up tight against my belly by the jock. If I put on running shorts or something it would be less visible.

"Are you ready I?" called Ben. His voice startled me and I turned around to see Ben staring at me wearing a teal colored bikini bathing suit. Ben's mouth was open as he stood looking at me, clad only my jockstrap, my ass framed by the cloth straps.

"Uh, I was just looking for something to wear."

"Why not just wear what you have on. I think it would be perfect."

I looked at Ben, his tanned body lean and bronze in the teal bikini bathing suit. I could clearly see the outline his Ben's flaccid cock, stretching the material of the suit. This was it. I had come to a moment of truth for myself. I could put on a pair of shorts, finish the photo shoot, split a Pepsi and be back on my way to my folks place. But I felt myself being called in another direction. If I walked out under the lights wearing only my jockstrap, what then? What was I inviting? What was I saying "yes" to? I thought Ben was the nicest guy I'd ever met, and I'd enjoyed all their interaction so far. I had even enjoyed knowing that I'd turned on Ben in a sexual way. I felt it was the least I could do to return all the time and attention Ben had paid me. But would I offer more?

"You don't think I should wear something else?"

"No, I. I think you look beautiful"

I smiled nervously and walked past Ben out into the room and under the lights. Nervous, but resolute I stood as relaxed as I possibly could clad only in a jockstrap with an erection in front of a man I felt sure wanted me in a sexual way.

Ben stood looking up and down my body. I could see that Ben's cock was now aroused as well, jutting up in the front of the thin nylon bikini bathing suit. I could see that the head of Ben's penis was almost pushing out of the suit. Ben didn't seem to notice, or he didn't care.

Ben placed the camera down and wordlessly walked around me. Ben's fingers traced along the waist band of my jockstrap, tugging here,,adjusting there. Again, very professional, but I could feel the tingle in my loins. "Let me just straighten you out." Ben stood behind I and tugged at the two thin cottons straps framing my ass. He ran his fingers along the strap down to the very point where they joined the cotton covering my balls. I felt Ben's fingertips only centimeters from my balls. I closed my eyes as I felt my cock quiver in my jock. Now Ben walked around in front of me and knelt in front of me, Ben's face only inches from my distended cock. Ben reached out and put his fingers in the material in front of my jockstrap and pulled it flat, stretching the material over my cock. Ben paused a moment, just looking at my jock covered cock, and then he stood up and as he did I could see the head of Ben's cock poking out over the top of his bikini underwear. Ben quickly ran his thumb along his waistband, tucking himself back into his bathing suit.

Ben moved around behind me, snapping pictures of my naked ass, and thighs. Ben paused between a shot and looked down at his own aroused state. His own cock was clearly aroused and straining the nylon of the bikini. He could just see a darkening near the tip of his cockhead where his precum was beginning to moisten the suit. He'd have to go to the pool to hide that soon

I could see that Ben was aroused,,,and couldn't believe how I felt. I had never been aroused with another man before, but here I was, in a jockstrap, fully aroused with an incredibly handsome guy, also fully aroused. I could see Ben's cock straining the small bikini suit. There was no way that I would ever start something, but what would I do if Ben started something? I eyed the door, where I could rush through, out onto the beach and home if something happened. But why, I thought to myself, would I do that. Ben was such a nice man, and had been so good to me all week. Who would know if I just let Ben touch me or something like that?

I felt Ben move behind me, the shutter on the camera clicking away at first and then silent. My eyes were closed as I posed myself, my arms over my head. I could hear Ben put the camera down,,,and then sensed that Ben was standing very close to me. At first, I felt Ben's hand on my shoulder, from behind. 'This was the moment', I thought to myself, 'there is the door if you want to leave'. My heart was pounding hard in my chest as I felt Ben's chest against my back. My body was frozen as I felt Ben's hand circle around my chest,,and his chest press against my back. I knew what was coming next, but I still shuddered when I felt the silky nylon of his Speedo press against my ass. My eyes remained closed as I felt Ben's hard cock press against my naked ass, his arm pulling me against him.

Abruptly, I felt Ben pull his body back and our contact was broken. I turned and looked at him, and there was a look of horror in his eyes. He stood staring at me,,his jaw slack.