The Nude Model Ch. 03 - Sex Stories

The Nude Model Ch. 03

... and rummaged through the backpack some more. He must’ve raided his family’s old beach supplies, since he’d brought along molds and shovels to build a sand castle, plus a ring toss set, bocce balls, and more. Levi came back a few minutes later, carrying another box of stuff. I realized we had more props than we could possibly use, but I wasn’t about to complain.

Then came the real show— at least in my mind. Levi started pulling off his shirt, though I remember it like it was slow motion. First I saw his treasure trail, then his bellybutton, then his pecs and his nipples, and finally his dark hairy pits. I also got my first clear view of his tattoos: he had one on each arm, with an intricate pattern connecting them across his chest. But I didn’t have time to dwell on it before he stripped off his shorts, and his beautiful package came into view.

There it was. The dick I’d been dreaming of for months, which had appeared in my jack-off fantasies more times than I could count. The real thing looked a lot like I’d imagined: veiny and cut, framed by a set of unruly pubes, with his ballsack swinging back and forth underneath.

I wanted to admire that specimen some more, but then Levi turned and set down his clothes. I got a nice view of his thigh, though I really hoped he’d bend over and let me see his ass, which he didn’t. At least not for the time being.

Anyway, so there I was, with my crush and his boyfriend, publicly in broad daylight. With all of us as naked as the ...

... day we were born.

I couldn’t help wondering if Brandon’s photo shoots had been like this. I remembered he’d said he’d gotten hard his first time, and had to jack off in the bathroom. I was determined to control myself— partly since there were no bathrooms in sight— though it definitely wasn’t easy.

By and by, we got to work. For my first few poses, I mostly mimicked what Brandon and Jean-Jacques had shown me: I posed the way I’d seen in their pictures, and I tried to look as sexy and sultry as I could. But I gradually got more comfortable with it, and I started trying new poses of my own.

It did help to have everyone around us be as naked as we were. I had to force myself not to stare at Levi, especially when he finally turned around, and I saw his ass was as gorgeous as I’d hoped. My balls were quietly churning the whole time, refilling themselves from the orgasm I’d had before. But I managed to stay soft the whole time, mostly by telling myself over and over: keep it professional. Keep it professional.

The boys shot me from every possible angle, sometimes while I was stationary, other times while I was running across the beach, or jumping in the air, or whatever. Doug mostly took the lead, deciding what he wanted to shoot and how. Levi mostly played the part of an assistant: he set up the props and did other behind-the-scenes stuff, though he also took quite a few pics of his own.

I kept reminding myself: keep it professional. Keep it professional. Even when ...