It was one week since I had decided to expose myself to everyone at the swim meet for the sake of understanding Jill Bergman's horror at being displayed in the flesh and I had learned a lot about humiliation. It turns out it is pretty humiliating!
There were four people at the meet that had video of my wet nude body from four different angles. Or at least I should say four people who posted it on the Internet. Who knows how many private collections there may still be?
That night after an amazing evening with Jill—no we didn't have sex, but we did make out extensively and it completed my life, at least in that moment. I don't know what it is about that girl, but everything about her electrifies me.
Anyway, that night I checked the Internet and sure enough, there I was naked as the day I was born, sporting half a boner on every video site there was.
My face almost burned right off my head as I watched. I kept reloading the pages and watched as the number of views multiplied with increasing speed. How do people even know to look for these things? I sat up for hours watching, slowly realizing all the people that were seeing this and knowing that once something is online there is no getting it off. My dick was now in the public domain! My stomach was twisting like a butter churn. I was excited, embarrassed, terrified and aroused. I have to admit I looked pretty damn good. These people, whoever they were, achieved some wonderful lighting with their cell phones.
My mom and sister briefly talked to me about it the next morning and they agreed we wouldn't acknowledge it ever again and we'll just get on with our lives. And that was that. But in actuality that wasn't that—that wasn't that by a long shot.
There were still three weeks of school to go before graduation and I had to endure every comment you can imagine about every nuance of my body. I secretly got a huge thrill out of knowing that every girl in my school had seen me naked and it seemed the general consensus was I had a good body. But still, it was unnerving. Jill and I talked about it at length and we came to the conclusion that when it happened to her she was a victim, but when it happened to me it was funny. I wondered if any teachers had watched the videos, they must have. I noticed Ms. Jenkins kept looking at me and saying hello a lot more than usual! It was all very strange.
By the end of the week I was a major celebrity. Youtube alone had over 35.000 views and many comments—almost all of them positive and humiliating. There's nothing like having total strangers from all over the world assessing your nude body.
I became known as The Naked Swimmer.
It was Friday at the end of school when Jill told me she had to go out of town for the weekend to her cousins wedding and I wouldn't see her again until Monday at school. I was in total despair without her and I called work and told them I would be available for all the hours they could give me. I figured if I can't be with Jill and I'm going to be miserable, I might as well do it at work. I worked five hours that night after school and a 15-hour shift on Saturday! Then on Sunday I worked another 6 hours. By the time I got home I was totally spent.
Here's where the story of my life gets real crazy.
I went home and wanted to take a swim. Tired as I was, I also wanted to stay in shape, so I threw my swimsuit on (my recovered Speedo) and dove into the pool. The cool water felt great, but after only six laps I couldn't swim anymore so I climbed out of the pool and lied on the pool chair next to the water. Normally I don't lay out in my Speedo, because I hate the way they look, they are a little too revealing. At a meet or practice it doesn't bother me, but just hanging around I feel too exposed. I know I was just naked in front of the world, but I'm painfully shy and even a little uncomfortable just sitting around without a shirt on. On a typical day by the pool I would wear my board shorts, but I didn't feel like getting up. I threw on some sunblock, I don't have a great tan and I burn easily. I relaxed and closed my eyes.
I immediately felt myself floating away on a comfortable cloud completely unaware that when I woke up my life would be different forever.
** Jen Tyler and Martha Jensen made their way to Mark's back yard. They had heard someone swimming in the pool and were hoping it would be him. They had come with a video camera in hopes of creating a new interview with Mark about how he felt being The Naked Swimmer. Jen was the mastermind behind the whole thing and Martha just went because she had a thing for Mark, or more accurately Mark's body. The two girls had gotten into trouble over the exposure of Jill Bergman incident at Camp Totochawka, but nothing too severe. It was a prank and they were punished accordingly.
They got to the backyard gate in time to see Mark exit the pool—much to their dismay he wasn't naked! They watched as he applied lotion to his body. Jen quickly turned the camera on and zoomed in as he lathered up.
"What are you doing?" Martha whispered.
"I'm getting some cutaway shots, don't you know anything!" Jen replied.
She continued to tape him as he put his head back and lied still. Martha looked at her. "Now what? I think he's asleep"
Jen stopped taping and opened the gate to the backyard. The girls made their way over to him. They stood there giggling and looking at his wet body. Together they had watched his nude video over and over studying every part of him extensively. Now that body was right here in front of them and they were very pleased. Mark began to snore; he was down for the count.
"Mark?" Jen said in a loud voice. Mark didn't move.
"Are you asleep?" Martha practically yelled. He didn't move an inch. They both laughed pretty loudly.
"He's out cold," Jen said. She pointed the camera at him and started taping. She trained the camera onto his abs, which rose and fell with every breath. She followed a drop of water as it made its way down his chest over his bumpy stomach and absorbed into his Speedo.
"Look at that bulge!" Jen laughed. "This is Internet gold. Do you realize what we have here? The sequel to The Naked Swimmer! It's the more graphic follow up! And it has to follow the rules of a sequel—BIGGER and BETTER!"
"How?" Martha was confused.
"He's unconscious, we can do anything. We get this video, post it online and see how many hits we get, we'll have to create a fake registration name, of course, but this is awesome!" Jen was down right giddy. "Look at that body! He is so hot. Touch it. I won't film your face. Just touch him. Feel him."
The truth was that Jen hated Jill Bergman. Jill was very attractive, but she was sweet, pure and innocent—all the things Jen wasn't and she would do anything to hurt Jill, she saw getting to know Mark as a way of hurting Jill.
Getting to know him this well would infuriate Jill and pay her back for getting them in trouble.
Martha thought it over. "Okay, but don't you dare get my face in the shot"
"I won't, hurry!"
Martha kneeled down and carefully put her finger on his chest. She looked for a response from him, but there wasn't one. She put all her fingers on him and slowly caressed his chest. Then she went down onto his stomach. His guts twitched at that. Apparently he was ticklish. Martha hesitated for a moment then went for it. She wrapped her fingers around his dick and carefully rubbed it. Jen laughed to herself, she couldn't believe Martha's boldness, but she loved it. The camera was capturing it all. Mark's dick started to harden as Martha continued to massage it.
