The Nude Model Ch. 03 - Sex Stories

The Nude Model Ch. 03

... way. Even Jean-Jacques had no idea that Brandon and I were banging— much less that I was crushing on Levi.

The frustrating part was that I had no one to talk to. Brandon was the only one who knew what was up, and as great as he was to talk to, he was obviously biased. That, and he was just as busy as I was, between his day job and his basketball league and everything else. So I bit my lip whenever I could, and I kept a lot of my thoughts to myself.

I did find himself getting more comfortable with nudity. The more I got naked at school, the more natural it felt to be naked at home— or while I was working my day job, for that matter. Before long, I’d stopped getting dressed unless I needed to. I’d work on my computer, watch TV, cook, and whatever else, all with my bare body on full display. Some days I never left the house, so I never bothered to put on clothes at all.

Sometimes I’d even forget I was nude. One time I answered the door for the FedEx guy, and he got at least a glimpse of my thigh before I caught myself. Another time I forgot to close my blinds, so for all I know, my neighbors could’ve gotten an eyeful. That might’ve even included Levi— not that he would’ve glimpsed anything he hadn’t already seen.

Brandon and I tried to coordinate our schedules, to at least hook up before our gigs. But even that could be easier said than done. The classes were scheduled at all different dates and times, which didn’t always work with our day jobs and whatnot.

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... school also made us use a sign-up system for our gigs, which was a colossal pain in the ass. One time Brandon and I signed up for what we thought was the same class— which would’ve been the first time we’d actually posed together— but it turned out to be two unrelated classes at the same time.

Another time I signed up for what I thought was a solo session, when I was actually posing with a naked woman. The girl’s name was Alice, and she was cool and all, but it was a surprise for both of us. It made for a pretty awkward session: it was just as non-sexual as everybody says.

All of this helped me understand Brandon’s habits, including how he jacked off. As much as he loved sex, he knew that on most days, beating off was just easier. It didn’t take long before I’d developed a routine of my own, between pounding my pud, cumming nice and hard, showering right before leaving the house, using the bathroom before I went onstage, and so on.

On one day in particular, I was a few minutes from starting my gig, so I was standing at the urinals taking a piss. I’d already had a long week at my day job, so I was trying to clear my head. Then the door swung open, and who walked in but Levi.

I felt my whole body tense up. After all, I’d been lusting after him so long, and now here I was with my dick out. From the corner of my eye, I could see Levi’s unruly hair, his half-exposed tattoos, and his rumpled clothes— all the things that made him so sexy.

I tried to act cool, so I just ...