The Nude Model Ch. 03 - Sex Stories

The Nude Model Ch. 03

... stared at the wall in front of me. Levi got in position at a urinal of his own, and he unzipped his pants.

Oh shit, I thought, now his dick is out too. But I didn’t dare look down.

Levi turned toward me. My heart started racing: was he checking me out? Or had I made it awkward? Or was I reading too far into it?

I finished pissing, shook my cock, and put it back in my pants. Then I zipped up my fly and went to wash my hands.

I was soaping up when Levi walked up to the sink next to me. “What’s up?” he said.

Oh wow, I thought. Levi was talking to me. “Hey man,” I said as casually as I could.

“Are you… were you in Dr. Peiris’s class?”

I couldn’t believe he remembered me. “I-I….” I rinsed off my hands, and I grabbed a paper towel. “I mean yes, I was.”

“And you shop at the Ralphs on University.”

“That’s me.”

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to make it weird,” he said. He finished with the sink, and he took a paper towel of his own. “I just… couldn’t remember where I’d seen you before.” Then he held out his hand. “I’m Levi.”

My mind was saying “I know,” but I resisted the urge to blurt it out. “I’m Josh,” I said as I shook Levi’s hand.

“Awesome,” he said. “Do you do work for other artists too?”

“How do you mean?”

“Like if someone wanted to hire you,” he said. “I ask cause my boyfriend and I are looking for models.”

I wasn’t sure how to react. “Models for what?”

“Photography,” he said. “We’re trying to build up our portfolios.”

“Oh.” I was ...

... still in kind of a daze. “I-I mean maybe, depending on the time—”

“No pressure. But if you wanna do it, let me know.” He opened his backpack, pulled out some paper, and jotted down his number.

Holy fuck. Levi was giving me his number. “Thanks dude,” was all I could say.

“I’ll see you around,” Levi said, “and keep up the good work.” And with that, he waved and headed down the hall.

I just stood there for a second, trying to figure out what had just happened. Levi had asked me to get naked for him— or had he? I reminded myself that he’d never come out and said it; he’d just said it’d be photography. He’d also said “models” plural, so I couldn’t help wondering if Brandon could be part of it. I was dying to ask Brandon what he thought, but right then I didn’t have time, since my class was about to start.

It was almost impossible to focus on my gig at that point. I had to force myself to go through the motions: I got undressed, walked onstage in my bathrobe, and then let the robe fall to floor, the same way I usually did. But I kept thinking back to Levi.

For my first pose, I laid on my stomach so they couldn’t see me get hard. By my second pose, I’d managed to psych myself up and get soft again; but I still sat with my arms crossed over my crotch. I managed to keep control long enough to do a few poses with my dick exposed. But then I sensed a new boner coming on, so I switched to a squat pose with my legs together, which once again hid my junk from view.

Doctor ...