The Nude Model

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I’ve heard a lot of artists say there’s nothing sexual about modeling nude. In most cases, they’re probably right— just not when the model is hoping to get in the artist’s pants.In my case, I had the hots for a boy named Levi, an art student who lived on my street. He was one of those guys who was naturally gorgeous but seemed to make a point of not caring. His hair was always a mess, as if he couldn’t be bothered to get it cut or even just combed. His tattoos kept peeking out from under his shirt, and his pants made his bulge and ass look really fucking juicy. I was dying to see what he was really packing under there.It was pretty obvious he was into dudes, since I occasionally saw him bringing guys home. I loved the thought of what he might be doing behind closed doors. I liked to imagine him being an insatiable bossy bottom, the kind of guy who’d beg for my dick till I pounded his ass into oblivion, and I’d fill him up with cum.The hard part seemed to be getting on his radar. I’d only ever talked to him once, when were waiting in line at the grocery store; and even then, the cashier was the one who’d told me his name. I did see him walking to and from class, and sometimes he’d stop to draw something. Still, with my luck, it always seemed to happen while I was tied up with work of my own. I definitely couldn’t find him on Grindr or any other apps. One time I saw him coming out of a gay bar, so I tried hanging out there, but we never crossed paths.That is, till I saw a flyer from his school. At first, it looked like nothing special: it just said they were looking for models. But I was intrigued enough to go on their website, and when I did, I saw they needed people to pose nude.It took a minute for that thought to sink in, but once it did, I couldn’t get it out of my head. The thought of Levi seeing me naked was really fucking sexy. And the thought of him drawing my anatomy— or painting it, or sculpting it, or whatever— was enough to drive me wild. So I threw caution to the wind and signed up.The school gave me a list of classes to choose from. I didn’t know which ones Levi was in, so I picked a drawing class that seemed to fit when I’d see him walk home. Then I crossed my fingers and hoped for the best.Part of me thought this was crazy. I’d never modeled before in my life, so I had no idea what to expect, and I knew full well that Levi was just a crush. But at this point, there was no turning back.When the day came, I met with a girl named Terri, who handled the logistics. She showed me around the classroom, and she explained their rules, which were actually pretty extensive. She’d told me to bring a bathrobe, since I’d need to wear it whenever I wasn’t posing. No one could touch me in any way, only the instructor could talk to me, and so on.“Dr. Peiris is always really good about this,” she said. “Models seem to love how she runs her class.”“That’s cool,” was all I could say. I couldn’t help noticing the drawings that hung on the back wall; I assumed they were all done by students since they all showed human forms, some more artsy-fartsy than others. I had to wonder if my body would end up on that wall.“Here’s the dressing room,” Terri said as she took me across the hall. “You can get ready however you like. I’d recommend using the bathroom before showtime. If you think you might get thirsty, Erenköy Escort there’s water and soda in the fridge… is there anything else you need?”I just shook my head. “I’m good,” I replied.“All right,” Terri said, “then I’ll leave you to it. Just make sure you’re ready to go when class starts.”“Of course.”“If anything else comes up, just call me,” she said, and then she walked away.I stood alone for a few minutes, mostly just psyching myself up and staring into the mirror. I couldn’t get over the feeling of anticipation: my heart was pounding, and my nerves were tingling. I just kept hoping it would all work out, that Levi would get to see me, and that he’d like what he saw… and maybe, just maybe, he might let me examine his body too.Eventually, I took a deep breath and forced myself to get moving. I took off my shoes and socks, then grabbed my shirt and pulled it over my head. Finally, I unzipped my fly, grabbed my pants and my underwear, and yanked them down. So there I was, butt naked, about to go in front of God-knows-how-many people. The reality of it was still sinking in. I gathered my nerve for another minute or so, then put on my bathrobe and stepped outside.By this point, the classroom was starting to fill up, but Levi was nowhere to be seen. My first thought was that I’d fucked up: if Levi wasn’t there, then there was no point to any of this. But I kept the best poker face I could.“Hi,” the professor said as she got up from her desk. “You must be Josh?”“Yes.”“I’m Dr. Peiris.”“Pleased to meet you,” I said as I shook her hand.Dr. Peiris gave me a quick rundown of how he’d run the class. As she did, my eyes kept scanning the room. Most of the students were in their twenties, though some were old enough to be their parents; I assumed a few had gone back to school, or maybe they were just taking the class for fun. A lot of the guys were very clearly gay, including a Mexican couple that walked in holding hands, though I kept thinking the gay guy I wanted was conspicuously missing.Then, just as Dr. Peiris opened her mouth to start the class, Levi came running in. He was out of breath and sweaty, though he seemed to be trying to hide it.Dr. Peiris spoke for a minute or two, but I don’t remember the details. I mostly just remember how hard my heart was pounding, especially since Levi looked especially sexy right then. His skin was so shiny that the light kept reflecting off his jawline. He had me so distracted that I almost missed when Dr. Peiris told me to go ahead.I snapped back to reality and stepped on their little stage. I took one last breath before I finally took off my bathrobe. The first thing I felt was a breeze on my inner thighs, and I immediately got a few goosebumps. I could sense the students’ eyes on me, from practically all directions. I had to remind myself that this was what I’d been wanting all along.I tried to give Levi the best view, or at least the view I thought he might like. I knew the hard part would be staying still, so I sat on a bench with my ass angled toward him, my arms crossed, and my head slightly turned. I was hoping to see his reaction— anything from scribbling furiously to just contemplating the sight— but in that position, I couldn’t. So my imagination took over.I wanted to think Levi was eyeing my ass. He might be staring at my Erenköy Escort Bayan crack or maybe analyzing the shape of my cheeks. He could use a few quick flicks of his pencil to trace my muscles or highlight the dimples on my tailbone. He might even try to recreate the texture of my skin.Slowly but surely, my dick started to swell. I don’t think Levi could see it, but some of the other students could. I forced myself to stay still, though I was starting to freak out. I didn’t want anyone to know why I was really there. I tried to think of the biggest buzzkills I could— things like people I didn’t like, or shitty stories in the news— and after a minute, I got softer again. I sat still for what felt like a long time, till Dr. Peiris had me switch poses. In my new position, I could see Levi next to the Mexican couple. They were all working intently— and Levi seemed to have caught his breath from before— though I couldn’t see the details of what they were drawing. No one said a word, so all I could hear were the scratching sounds of pencils on paper.This went on for quite a while. Dr. Peiris had me do so many poses that the students must’ve seen every inch of my body, not just front and back, but also crevices like my taint or my pits. Everyone in the classroom was all business, as if these people saw this stuff every day— which, come to think of it, they probably did.Eventually, the class wrapped up, and I put my bathrobe back on. I wanted to talk to Levi, but I knew I wasn’t allowed to, at least not in the middle of class. I tried to make eye contact with him as I got off the stage, but go figure, he was looking in a different direction right then.I couldn’t wait to get to the dressing room and relax. My hormones were still raging, so I was looking forward to a nice jack-off sesh as soon as I got home.But then, when I opened the door to the dressing room, I got a hell of an eyeful.“Oh shit!” came a voice, and I saw a blur of skin as a guy jumped with surprise. He’d been bent over naked, so I’d glimpsed his ass in the air— hole, ballsack, and all.“Sorry,” I said as I stepped back out of the dressing room. I didn’t know what the fuck had just happened.“It’s okay,” he said. “You don’t need to go. I-I was just startled.” The guy bent down again and picked up his phone, which he’d apparently dropped. “I’m guessing you’re from Dr. Peiris’s class?”“Yeah,” I said, “I didn’t know anyone was in there— I mean, I can wait to get dressed—”“You can come in,” he said. “I’m not shy. Considering half this school has seen me like this.”I blinked. I couldn’t help checking out this guy’s body: he was kind of hairy, though he seemed to take good care of himself, and his nicely-trimmed pubes framed his thick veiny cock. “I guess,” I said as I tightened my bathrobe. Then I stepped back through the door and shut it behind me. “They didn’t say I’d be sharing a dressing room… I mean, not that that’s a problem—”“Oh no, somebody fucked up, and I bet I know who it was. The class I just modeled for was totally disorganized, and forget about the instructor sticking to a schedule. It was probably his fuckup. “Oh.”He walked over to a backpack, which apparently held his stuff. As he did, his cock and balls swung around beneath him. “Anyway, if you need some privacy… I mean I don’t want to be an Escort Erenköy asshole about it.” “I never said you were an asshole,” I said. “I mean you’re the one who just got walked in on—”“I guess that’s true,” he said. He pulled some deodorant from his backpack, and he sprayed his pits. “Though I should’ve known Dr. Peiris’s class would be wrapping up now. Sorry if I freaked you out.”“Oh no, I’m fine—”“That must’ve been a helluva first impression, seeing my ass up like that.”“You’re good,” I said. I glanced down at the bathrobe that I was still wearing. “I mean….”“What?”“You know what, you’re right,” I said. “There’s nothing to see that the students haven’t already seen.” I untied my robe, pulled it off my shoulders, and let it fall from my body.Both of us just stood there for a second, buck naked. I felt the same cool breeze on my skin that I’d felt in the classroom. I was a little worried about getting another boner, but then again, this guy could’ve just as easily gotten a boner of his own— which I wouldn’t exactly have minded.Eventually, I bent over and picked up my robe. I basically gave him the same view of my ass that I’d gotten of his.“I….” His voice trailed off for a second. “I’m Brandon by the way.”“Josh,” I said. He and I gave each other a fist bump, as if we were just chilling. Never mind neither one of us was wearing a stitch of clothing.“So,” Brandon said, “I’m guessing you’re new here?” “Yeah,” I said. “Today was my first day.”“Oh shit. Seriously?”“No kidding.”Brandon reached into his backpack and pulled out some undies. “How’d it go?”“Fine, I guess,” I said. “I mean, all I did was sit there.”“A lot of people say it feels weird their first time.” “Well yeah,” I said. “It was definitely… well, I dunno if weird is the right word.”Brandon fluffed his undies. “Would you wanna do it again?”I shrugged. “I-I think so.”“Nice,” he said. Then he put on his undies, and his cock and balls disappeared from view.“Well,” I said, “it sounds like I should be picking your brain about this stuff.”“You can pick my brain all you want to,” he said. “I was gonna grab a drink at Thaxter’s— I mean first I need to go touch base with Terri, but after that, if you want to meet up—”“Sure,” I said without thinking. Thaxter’s was the gay bar down the street, the same one where I’d seen Levi hang out.“Nice,” Brandon said as he pulled up a pair of shorts. “I’ll probably be about half an hour, if that’s cool?”“Take your time,” I said.“Okay,” Brandon said as he threw on a t-shirt and stepped into some flip-flops. He glanced in the mirror, apparently checking his hair, and then he zipped up his backpack. “See you then dude.” With that, he slung his backpack over his shoulder and walked out the door.I just stood there at first. I wasn’t sure if Brandon had been flirting with me, or if he really just wanted to chill. But I couldn’t deny that a hot guy had just seen me in all my nude glory, and he hadn’t seemed the slightest bit put off.Anyway, I got dressed and headed out. My place was on the way to Thaxter’s, so I stopped there to drop off my stuff. I was tempted to stay longer and give my dick the beating that it was craving. But I forced myself not to, and I made my way to Thaxter’s.I was still hoping Levi would be at the bar, though it occurred to me that other students could hang out there too. I could only imagine what could happen if somebody recognized me.I sat down, ordered a michelada, and nursed it for a while. I’d been to Thaxter’s enough times that I knew the bartender, a guy named Kyle, and I recognized a few of the regulars; but beyond that, no one else looked familiar.

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