The Nude Model Ch. 03 - Sex Stories

The Nude Model Ch. 03

... Harris seemed to notice something was up. At the end of the class, he gave me a weird nod. “Those were some interesting choices,” he said. “Well done.”

“Thanks,” I said as casually as I could. Then I cinched up my bathrobe and headed for the dressing room.

I immediately grabbed my phone, called Brandon, and told him what had happened. I was trying not to blow things out of proportion; after all, I’d posed for Levi before, the same way Brandon had posed for Doug. But somehow a private session felt like a whole other ballgame.

“Fuck yeah,” Brandon said. “So you’d be posing for both of them?”

“It sounds like you could pose for them too,” I said. “From what he was saying, we could even do it together.”

“That’d be so fucking hot… but it sounds like you should just do it yourself.”

“How so?”

“This is your first time getting offered a gig from somebody else. You want to stand on your own and develop a reputation. That way more work starts coming your way.”

“Yeah I guess—”

“Take it as a compliment,” Brandon said. “It means Levi likes your work… and I’m guessing he’s not the only one.”

I wasn’t going to argue with that. I just nodded.

Levi texted me back that night, saying he had some ideas for a shoot at the beach. I was up for that— though to be honest, I would’ve posed for him anywhere— so we worked out a day and time.

Of course Brandon helped me get ready. He gave me a crash course on modeling for the camera, and he walked me through his ...

... whole portfolio, breaking down what he liked and what he wished he’d done differently.

He also took me to meet with Jean-Jacques, who showed me a bunch of pictures of his own. Jean-Jacques gave me tips around how posing for the camera was different from posing for a drawing or painting, and he had me practice my poses.

When the big day rolled around, I was dying for Brandon to pound me into oblivion. But as fate would have it, he was tied up with his day job that day. So I did the next best thing.

I positioned my laptop in front of me, and I pulled up the nudes I’d bought of Brandon and with his teammates. Then I sat on my favorite dildo, taking it deep in my ass, and I started jacking away.

I felt like such a slut, beating off to one guy so I could get naked for another. But there was no way around it: I was so horny with anticipation that I couldn’t have controlled myself otherwise.

“Fuck,” I said as I savored the dildo inside me. I gyrated my hips, and I clutched my cock ever tighter.

I kept my eyes locked on Brandon’s pictures, feasting on his bare body. I wanted to reach right into the pictures and pleasure him myself, especially since I knew the contours of his anatomy so intimately. His manly muscles. His sexy cock and balls. His tight juicy ass.

“Oh shit,” I gasped as the dildo hit my prostate, and my body jolted with pleasure. But I didn’t break my rhythm.

Fuck, I thought, I wanted my own photo shoot to make for jack-off material too. It’d be so ...