The Nude Model

[Briacon429]

With that, we headed over to Thaxter’s, ordered drinks, and started working out our scheme. Brandon texted Rico, though he didn’t let on what we were doing; he just said he’d had a great time, and he couldn’t wait to see the pictures. Rico thanked him and said he was already busy editing, and that he’d keep everyone posted.

After some more back-and-forth, Brandon got to the real heart of the issue, and he asked Rico where the booth would be. Rico didn’t seem to pick up on why he was asking. Without batting an eye, he said they’d be at Eighth and Balboa, and that Brandon should come by. I couldn’t help thinking that that spot was near the end of the festival grounds, so it would be easy enough to avoid— or at least so I hoped.

Over the next hour or so, Brandon and I hashed out how we’d pull it off. I would take Mom and Grandma to the opposite side of the festival, while Brandon scoped out the booth. He’d text me to let me know what he found, but he’d need to do it discreetly, since Mom or Grandma might see it. We agreed on a color code of sorts: a green emoji would mean the coast was clear, a yellow emoji would mean proceed with caution, and a red emoji would mean stay far away. And if Mom and Grandma gave me any trouble, we had a nuclear option: an explosion emoji meant Brandon would find us and invite us to dinner, and knowing Mom and Grandma, they could never pass that up.

I wasn’t thrilled at the thought of Brandon possibly meeting my family. I tried to tell myself that I’d just introduce him as my friend, but I couldn’t shake the thought that Mom would see right through that. Then again, it would still be better than having Grandma see me naked— not to mention having to answer the crazy awkward questions that would inevitably follow.

We’d just left Thaxter’s, and I was walking back to my place, when I heard shouts down the street. At first they were so far away that I didn’t recognize them. But then I realized Levi and Doug were having a fight.

“What the fuck!” Doug was yelling.

“Okay,” Levi said, “if you’re not gonna listen to me—”

“I’m listening, you asshole! What have you got to say for yourself?”

“So that’s what you call listening?”

It was kind of embarrassing to hear those guys go at it. But I put my head down and headed for my building. Eventually I heard a door slam, and I saw a shirtless Doug storm away in the distance, though I pretended not to pay attention.

I was tempted to text Levi to see what was going on. I couldn’t help thinking I could comfort him or something, though I also didn’t want to come across as an ambulance chaser.

I spent a lot of that night surfing Google. I wanted to see if I could find anyone in my situation, and if so, how they’d handled it. I assumed I’d find something on a message board somewhere—maybe on Vitruvian Men for example— but I came up empty-handed. I did find the story of Darren Dickson, who’d been married to a woman while doing gay porn; his wife had found out, filed for divorce, and gone after him for all he was worth. There was also the story of Flynn Taylor, another gay porn star, who’d touched off a scandal since his dad was a Texas politician. None of this struck me as encouraging.

I liked to think that my situation was different, since I wasn’t doing porn. But I still shuddered to think what would happen if my modeling went public. I knew some of my co-workers went to FinestFest too— from my day job that is— and the last thing I wanted to do was risk getting fired. I was so mad at myself that I’d gone this far overboard, all because of my crazy crush on Levi, especially since Levi had never shown any interest in me. Now I was in so deep that I didn’t know if I could get myself out.

As the festival got closer, I kept acting like my life was totally normal, as if my modeling had never happened. I could’ve taken any number of gigs at school, but I turned them all down. I stayed in touch with Brandon of course, and part of me wanted to keep hooking up with him, but we never did. I definitely didn’t see any of the other guys, most importantly Levi, since I didn’t want to risk unnecessary drama.

The day before the big event, I cleaned my apartment from top to bottom. I put away my dildo my lube, and my cumrags; and for added security, I hid them in my dresser under my clothes. I also cleared my phone’s browser history, and I hid a bunch of apps. I was determined not to let Mom or Grandma know that I was anything other than the straight-laced boy I was pretending to be.

I woke up early that Saturday morning. My nerves were tied up in so many knots that I didn’t bother making coffee; if anything, I felt like I needed a beer. But I stayed on my best behavior, and I did my best to relax as I waited for Mom and Grandma.

I texted Brandon as soon as I saw Mom’s car pull up. Mom miraculously found a parking spot on my block, and she got Grandma set up with her wheelchair. Then we headed for the festival grounds.

I was the one who pushed Grandma’s wheelchair. Grandma took the opportunity to ask a million questions about how I’d been doing, and whether I’d met any nice boys. I knew this was par for the course for her, since she was always keen on having me settle down. I acted as chill as I could, and I made it sound like my life was just business as usual.

When we got to the festival, we saw any number of tents and booths and whatnot. At first we just browsed through them, but then Grandma pointed out one in particular.

“Look Tookie,” she said. “The Mission Valley Art Institute.”

My first thought was that I didn’t like her calling me that, though she’d been doing it since I was a kid. It took me a second to see the bigger issue: the school had set up a tent to showcase its students’ work. As that idea sank in, I realized I had no idea what had happened to all the drawings, paintings, and sculptures I’d posed for. Hell, I didn’t even know how many might be out there, much less how revealing they might be.

I pointed to another tent. “Check that out,” I said. “Glasswork? That looks cool.”

“Yes,” Grandma said, “we can look at that next.”

“But—”

“You heard her,” Mom said. “We can look at the glass after this.”

I bit my lips and guided Grandma’s wheelchair into the school’s tent. As soon as I did, I saw Dr. Peiris in the distance. I lowered my head and tried to look away, hoping against hope that she wouldn’t recognize me.

I tried to be discreet as I texted Brandon: How goes it? But I didn’t want to tip off Mom or Grandma, so as soon as I hit “send,” I shoved my phone in my pocket.

 

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One good piece of news was that the art on display ran the gamut. A lot of it was abstract stuff, full of geometric shapes, lines, and whatnot. There were also a fair number of landscapes and still lifes. Only a fraction of the artworks showed the human form, and even then, only a handful were nudes.

It occurred to me that I’d never posed for actual photography classes; all of my school-related gigs had involved drawing, painting, or sculpture. That might’ve made things easier, or at least so I hoped, since I couldn’t tell if the stuff on display was supposed to be me. And if I couldn’t gauge it myself, I thought, hopefully no one else could recognize me either.

I felt a buzz in my pocket, and I checked my phone. Brandon had sent me a green apple emoji, which meant the coast was clear. I felt a huge weight off my shoulders, though I tried not to let on. I responded with a thumbs-up emoji, and I let out a deep breath.

“Tookie, look at this one.”

I looked up to see Grandma admiring a landscape painting. It showed a sunset over the ocean, with a beach in the foreground. I couldn’t help thinking it looked like the beach where I’d posed for Levi and Doug.

“That use of light is extraordinary,” she said. “The way it dapples across the waves?”

“Yeah,” I said, “they did a great job.”

“You know, you’ve done some great drawings of your own. Did you never want to go to art school?”

“Oh no,” I said. “These guys are way more talented than me.”

“How do you mean?” Grandma asked. “I imagine you’d need to know them to be sure.”

I wasn’t sure how to respond to that. I didn’t want to admit that I already knew any number of these artists.

I eventually got Grandma to leave the school’s tent, and we checked out the glasswork nearby. We spent the next hour or so browsing the festival grounds. Eventually we got to a stage where a jazz band was playing, which was right up Grandma’s alley.

I slipped away to use the bathroom—or at least that was the excuse I used—and I made a beeline for Rico and company’s tent. Levi and Doug were nowhere to be seen, though I didn’t think anything of it, at least not at first. The tent had a bunch of pictures on display, though they were all G-rated: they were either closeups where you didn’t see anything, or wide shots where it was hard to make anything out, and none of those pics showed our faces.

I was feeling pretty good when I got back to Mom and Grandma. I felt like the crisis had been averted, and I could finally relax. But all of that changed after dinner, when we were heading back home.

“Josh!” came a French-accented voice, and I turned to see Jean-Jacques in a tent of his own. “Have you seen all of this?”

“All of what?” I asked, but then I realized what he meant. Levi was sitting beside him, and they had a bunch of my beach photos on display. This collection wasn’t G-rated at all: almost every picture showed my cock and balls, and the rest showed my ass. Most importantly of all, these pics clearly showed my face.

Mom froze when she saw it. “Josh,” she said, “is this what I think it is?”

“I mean—”

“Oh my,” Grandma said. Then she started repeating herself: “Oh my… oh my….”

“It’s not what it looks like,” was all I could say.

“What on Earth does that mean?” Mom asked.

“Levi, what the hell?” I said. “I thought you were showing your stuff with the other guys.”

“Doug and I broke up,” Levi said, “so I had a change of plans.”

“Oh jeez—”

“Well,” Mom said, “there’s nothing here I haven't seen before. It's just… a lot bigger than it used to be.”

“Hairier too,” Grandma said.

I felt my face turn red with embarrassment. I pretty much wanted to crawl in a hole and die. After everything I’d done, and all the planning I’d worked out with Brandon, it had all been for naught. I knew Mom was downplaying her reaction in public, and Grandma was too; they’d still want to talk about it later. Worst of all, I looked like an idiot in front of Levi, the guy I’d been trying to impress this whole time, not to mention the whole reason I’d started modeling at all.

The whole next hour was a blur. My stomach was tied up in knots as I took Mom and Grandma back to the car. We had the most awkward goodbyes I could remember; Mom said she’d call me in the morning, which almost made things worse. The only time I felt a hint of relief was when she and Grandma drove away— which meant I wouldn’t need to deal with it for at least a few hours.

Once they were gone, I tried texting Brandon, but he didn’t respond. Then I tried calling, but it went straight to voicemail. That pissed me off even more, since the whole point of our plan was for Brandon to have my back.

I was walking to Brandon’s place, near the side door he always made me use, when I saw him in the window. Doug was sitting beside him, visibly upset, and they seemed to be having an intense conversation. Brandon put his hand on Doug’s cheek, and Doug looked into Brandon's eyes.

"For chrissakes,” I said as I stormed away. I didn’t need to see what they were about to do, considering how Brandon had had his eyes on Doug this whole time, and how Doug was now newly single. I just stomped down the street and tried not to think about it.

I ended up at Thaxter’s, and I got as drunk as I could. I was in no mood to talk to anyone, and I didn’t want to spend much money, so I just sat there downing one cheap beer after another. It didn’t help that I’d been so stressed out, I hadn’t even beat off since Tuesday, and I could tell I was on the verge of blue balls.

“Hey,” came a voice.

I turned to see Levi with a glass in his hands. He’d been drinking too, presumably for the same reason. “Hi,” I replied.

“I’m… I’m sorry about earlier,” he said as he plopped into a seat. “I didn’t mean to out you… or whatever you want to call it.”

I wasn’t sure how to respond. I still felt butterflies whenever Levi talked to me, and I didn’t want to make a fool of myself. I just took a gulp of beer.

“You know… Mr. Tremblay really liked your pictures. He was the one who wanted me to show them.”

“So you’re telling me it’s all his fault?”

“I… I didn’t say that,” he replied. “But he seems to think a helluva lot of you… and you know he can open a lot of doors.”

“Good for him,” I replied.

“A-and you know what? I think a lot of you too.”

I almost choked on my drink. Was my crush saying he was into me?

“I mean come on,” Levi said, “I obviously hired you for a reason….”

“That’s… that’s the alcohol talking….”

“… and I did recommend you to Rico and Miguel.”

I shrugged. “So,” I said, “w-what happened to you and Doug?”

“Aw shit. I need another drink.” Levi waved across the bar. “Kyle?”

Kyle was in the middle of serving another customer. But he acknowledged Levi and gave him a thumbs-up.

“Lemme put it this way,” Levi was saying. “If I can respect Doug as an artist… th-then he needs to respect me. Which he doesn’t.”

“Shit,” I said. “Creative differences huh?”

“Mmmmmm… no, more like being an asshole,” he said. “Which is kind of ironic… considering his ass was his best feature.”

I snorted. “His ass?”

”I mean, you got a full view of it. You saw what kind of boy-butt he’s packing.” As he said it, he put his hand on his crotch, and he adjusted his bulge.

I licked my lips. “Yeah, that’s true….”

Kyle slid Levi another drink. Levi grabbed it with his free hand and gulped it down. “I’m not gonna lie,” Levi said, “that ass was a lot of fun to fuck.”

I was trying to ignore the four-day load that was still bottled up inside me. Levi didn’t seem to realize he was playing with himself, so I couldn’t help wondering if he was as horny as I was. “Well,” I said, “I bet the feeling was mutual….”

“You do, huh?”

I gave a drunken nod. “Mm-hm… considering I’ve seen your ass too….”

By now, Levi’s pants were visibly tenting. Not that I could blame him, since my own dick was starting to throb. “So you liked what you saw?”

“Fuck yeah I did…”

“Well, I-I’ll let you in on a secret,” he said, as he leaned in and looked in my eyes. “I liked what I saw on you too.”

I leaned in even closer. “You wanna see it up close this time?”

“Without any cameras in the way,” Levi said. And the next thing I knew, his lips met mine.

Holy fuck, was all I could think. Is this really happening?

Levi’s tongue made its way into my mouth, though I wasn’t about to resist it. His alcohol-infused breath blew across my face, and I felt his arms pull me closer still.

At that point my inhibitions were pretty much gone, so my instincts took over. I felt like I was in a dream, as if my problems had melted away— as if the only thing that mattered was the man before me.

 

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We eventually made it to his place, which was where the real fun began. We wasted no time getting out of our clothes and plopping down on his couch.

I’d imagined this moment a million times, and I thought I knew what to expect, especially having seen Levi naked before. But now I was seeing him hard for the first time, and I was in awe at the sight. And there was nothing like the feeling of his skin against mine, the way his welcome weight pressed down on me, and how he writhed with pleasure as we kept making out.

“Oh fuck,” Levi whispered between kisses.

“You like that?” I asked.

“Fuck yeah,” he said. Then he swung his body around and started sucking my dick.

“Oh my God,” I said without thinking. I felt Levi’s tongue swirling around my cockhead, while his lips caressed my shaft. His own cock and balls were hanging right over my face, framed by his dark tangled pubes. I couldn’t resist the temptation, so I reached up and guided his dick to my mouth.

“Mm,” he mumbled as we kept sixty-nining. I was determined to give as good as I got: I wrapped my lips around his cock, gulped down his pre-cum, and gyrated my head to give him maximum pleasure.

The whole thing felt surreal. I couldn’t believe I was getting to suck Levi’s cock, much less that he was sucking mine. My hands made their way across his nether regions, caressing his thighs and playing with his taint. Then I made my way to his crack, and I started dabbing at his hole.

Levi let out a moan, and he fucked my face harder and harder. I could feel his pucker respond to my touch, tightening up at first, then relaxing, then tightening up again. “Fuck,” he said as he took his mouth off my cock.

I wanted to suck him some more, but Levi repositioned himself in front of me. I stuck out my tongue, planted my face in his taint, and started licking his balls. As I did, I reached between his legs and stroked his cock.

“Oh jeez,” Levi said. He gyrated his hips, which sent his ass hair brushing across my face. He must’ve liked what I was doing, since he reached back and pressed my head tighter against him.

I kept tromboning him for a minute or two, rolling his balls around my tongue, letting them pop in and out of my mouth. Levi moaned louder and louder, to the point that I thought he might be getting close. Then he pulled his ass away from me, and he reached for a side table. I realized he was getting lube, and I wasn’t about to stop him, so I just played with myself as he smeared the stuff on his cock.

Levi put the bottle away, and he laid on the couch face up. I knew that was my cue, so I climbed on top of him, gave him another kiss, and started lowering my ass toward him.

“Oh fuck,” I said as I felt his cockhead press against my hole. Then he popped inside me, and I felt his shaft going deeper and deeper. “Ughhhhhhhhhh….”

Levi’s dick felt thicker than I’d expected. Or maybe my ass was just tighter than usual? Or maybe all my senses were heightened?

The reality of it was still sinking in. This is what I’d been fantasizing about the whole time. What I’d been dreaming about. What I’d been fucking craving.

Levi grunted as he thrust into me. His tattoos heaved back and forth, and his unkempt hair slashed across his face.

I bounced up and down, impaling myself on his rod. I didn’t dare touch my own dick, since I knew my four-day load was itching to get out. So I just let my cock flop around. “Fuck me harder,” I gasped.

Levi’s mouth dropped open, and he pounded me faster and faster. His breaths were getting louder and deeper. I wanted to make him cum harder than Doug ever had, so I gyrated my ass on his cock, and I reached down and worked his taint some more.

“Oh fuck,” I said again. I closed my eyes and just savored the sensation of Levi’s body having its way with mine.

A moment later, Levi sat up, though he made sure to keep his dick inside me. He pulled me into a lotus position and moved in for another kiss.

I savored Levi’s lips as they massaged mine. I wrapped my legs around his back, and my arms around his shoulders, and I clutched him as tight as I could. I managed to do all of this without breaking our rhythm, since his cock was still pistoning in and out of my hole.

“Shit,” he gasped as he broke off the kiss, “you’re gonna make me cum.”

“Do it,” I whispered.

“Shit,” he said again. “Aw shit….”

“Fucking breed me.”

“Aw fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck…” Levi’s body shuddered as he started to cum.

That was it for me too. I reached down for my cock, and I’d barely even touched it when I felt another wave of pleasure, and my cock released four days’ worth of jizz.

“Oh yeah,” Levi said as rope after rope shot out of my body. Some of the splatters landed in his chest hair, while others fell back against my hand or other parts of my body.

“Fuck,” was all I could say. We were still keeping up our thrusts, but as our orgasms subsided, we started slowing down. Finally Levi plopped back on the couch, I let his dick pop out of me, and I laid down on top of him.

I savored the moment as the room fell almost perfectly silent. The only sounds I could hear were our breaths, along with the creak of the cushions beneath us.

Then, a minute later, I heard a buzz from somewhere behind me. I tried to ignore it, but then I heard it a second time.

“Aw hell,” I said as I got up and picked my clothes off the floor. Then I pulled out my phone and saw three missed calls from Brandon, along with a text: Call me as soon as you can.

I felt a pang of guilt, and I looked back at Levi, whose naked cum-streaked body was still lying on the couch. “Oh boy,” was all I could say.


To be continued….

 

[Briacon429]

I woke up the next morning with a hangover from hell. I stayed in bed as long as I could, though I knew I’d eventually need to get up; and when I did, I realized my ass crack was wet.

My first thought was that Levi must’ve used oil-based lube on me. Then I realized the wetness smelled of cum, which meant Levi’s load must’ve leaked out of me, or maybe I’d farted in my sleep.

I couldn’t deny that I’d begged for Levi to breed me, so I’d basically gotten what I’d asked for. But it didn’t change the fact that I’d need to clean up.

I undressed, stepped into the shower, and pulled the door shut behind me. Then I turned the knob and let the water pour over my body.

I looked down at my shampoo bottle, and I couldn’t help thinking of the first time I’d hooked up with Brandon. The way he’d showered in that same spot, in basically the same way I was showering now.

I poured some body wash on my hand, reached back, and scrubbed my hole. I couldn’t stop thinking of Brandon’s cock and balls, and I was kind of embarrassed knowing I was cleaning up someone else’s cum.

I lathered up the rest of my body, head to toe, the same way I remembered Brandon doing. As I scrubbed my pits, I thought of how he liked to pose showing off his armpit hair; and, for that matter, how those pits smelled at close range. I would’ve loved for Brandon to join me in the shower right then, helping me get to all my hard-to-reach spots. I was tempted to beat off at the thought, but I didn’t. I just rinsed the suds off my body, and I turned off the water. Then I grabbed my towel, cinched it around my waist, and went to return Brandon’s call.

Brandon picked up before the first ring. “I need to talk to you,” he said without prompting.

I wanted to tell him I missed him. But I just said “I need to talk to you too.” Then I found myself saying “Do you want to grab a bite to eat?”

I knew I’d need to deal with my hangover, so I dressed as fast as I could, and I headed out the door. The next thing I knew, I was sitting at a brunch place down the street, ordering a breakfast burrito.

“So,” Brandon said as soon as the waiter was out of earshot, “there’s… something I’ve gotta tell you.”

I could feel heart sink. “Lemme guess,” I said, “did you hook up with Doug?”

“Not exactly,” he said, “though I’ll admit I came close.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

Brandon fiddled with his coffee mug. “I mean, I knew he wasn’t super into me. So it kinda threw me when he started hitting on me… till I realized he was doing it out of spite.”

“Spite?”

“Apparently his and Levi’s breakup was messier than I thought. He was trying to make Levi jealous.”

I didn’t say a word. I was trying to gauge if Levi had been trying to do the same thing.

“Anyway,” Brandon said, “why’d you think I hooked up with him?”

I didn’t want to admit that I’d seen them through the window. “Well,” I said, “I mean I ran into Levi at Thaxter’s. And if we’re being totally honest….”

“Go on.”

“I mean yeah... Levi and I hooked up.”

“O-oh,” Brandon said. Both of us fell silent; Brandon seemed to be processing what I’d just said, though I didn’t want to go into any more detail than I already had. Then Brandon cleared his throat. “I mean… I guess I shouldn’t complain. Considering you always said you were into him….”

“Not anymore,” I said without thinking.

Brandon paused for a second. “Really?”

“I mean,” I said, “you saw those pictures, didn’t you? My mom and grandma saw everything.”

“Shit, I’m sorry,” Brandon said. "I didn’t know about that till it was too late.” Then he looked right in my eyes. “Although….”

“What?”

“Never mind.”

“No, go on,” I said. “You've got something to say.”

“I mean… they were really good pictures.”

I basically let out a snort. “That’s kinda beside the point—”

“It’s true though,” Brandon said. “I’ve been doing this long enough to know.”

“Uh-huh,” I said. “You just like seeing my ass on display….”

“You know that’s not true,” Brandon said, and then he leaned in toward me. “I like seeing your dick too.”

I let out a little chuckle, and I was about to touch Brandon's hand. But then just then, the waitress came to the table.

“More water?” the waitress asked.

“Sure,” I said as I slid her my glass.

Brandon waited till the waitress was gone, and then he cleared his throat. “Lemme get this straight,” he said. “I thought you said you were mad at Levi. Specifically over what happened at FinestFest.”

“I am.”

“But didn’t that happen before you hooked up with him?"

“Yeah—”

“So you slept with him anyway?”

I looked down. “Well… when you put it that way….”

“Was it a hate fuck or something?”

I didn’t know how to answer. “I… I was pretty drunk.”

Brandon clucked his tongue. “Spoken like a true artist,” he said.

I felt a pang of anger, though I couldn’t tell if I was mad at Brandon for saying that, or if I was mad at myself for getting into this position.

“And now you say you’re not into him anymore?”

“Well,” I said, “they always say you shouldn’t meet your heroes, since they can never live up to what you've built up in your head… and I guess the same is true for your crushes.”

“Humph,” Brandon said. “Well, it’s true for Doug, that's for sure. And I didn’t even take it as far as you did.”

I wasn't sure how to respond to that. I just looked down at the table.

“You know,” Brandon said, “when I was at FinestFest yesterday… do you know what was going through my head the whole time?”

“I don't know what you mean,” I replied.

“I was hoping I’d get to meet your mom,” Brandon said, “and your grandma.”

I snorted. “Then maybe you can tell them what happened. Since I don’t really know what to say.”

“Sure, if you want,” Brandon said. “I’ve done it before.”

My eyebrows went up. “I thought you said you were discreet with your family.”

“I am. But the fact that I’ve modeled nude was never a secret.”

“Oh,” I said, and I paused for a second. “Were they seriously okay with it?”

Brandon shrugged. “I told them I wanted to support a good cause, and art schools and artists are always looking for models. All of which is true. So yeah… when I put it that way, they were good with it.”

I was trying to decide what to say when the waitress brought out our food. Brandon and I fell mostly-silent as a word as we started to eat. I couldn’t help wondering if his family was like mine: I knew they were from La Jolla, so I figured they had money, while my own family was barely scraping by.

“My grandma hasn't been doing well,” I said.

“Say what?” Brandon asked.

“Ever since my grandpa died, she couldn’t afford to stay in her house, so she moved in with Mom. She’s been dealing with some heart problems, not to mention arthritis. Going to FinestFest was probably the highlight of her whole month… or at least it was supposed to be.”

Brandon set down his fork. “She got to see you,” he replied. “That was probably the part she cared about.”

“That sounds like something Mom would say.”

“Probably cause it’s true.”

“Well….” I sighed. “I know I should go see them more often. Not that there’s much to do in Escondido… and I can’t spend the night.”

“Why not?”

“Because Grandma is in my old bedroom.” I licked my lips. “I’ve never had the heart to tell her she sleeps in the same bed I lost my virginity in.”

“Ha!” Brandon said. “She probably already knows.”

“Oh God….”

“It’s not a big deal,” he said, “or at least it shouldn’t be. I guarantee teenagers did the same thing in their bedrooms when she was growing up. She was probably no exception herself. Plus she experienced it as a parent when your mom was growing up. I guarantee she’s got stories to tell."

I pursed my lips. I didn't want to think about my grandma that way. Then again, she didn't seem particularly fazed when she saw my naked pictures, and she even seemed to have a sense of humor about it.

 

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By the time we left the restaurant, I felt like I was finally ready to talk to my family. Brandon and I walked to my apartment, and he sat next to me while I made the call. My heart was still pounding, but at least my headache was gone, and I was surprise to find that I wasn’t embarrassed anymore. At least not in the same way.

I don’t remember the details of what Mom and I talked about, since a lot of that was a blur. The main thing I remember was when she handed the phone to Grandma.

Sure enough, Grandma was a lot savvier than I'd given her credit for. I’d always thought of her as a sweet presence in my life, a woman who spoiled me as a kid and who made some killer blueberry muffins. But now I was getting to see a whole other side of her, and I was surprised to find she was totally chill.

“You know I studied art myself,” she said, “back when I was in college.”

“You did?” I asked. I didn't even know she’d been to college at all: I thought she’d just married my grandpa and that was it.

“I still have a lot of my drawings,” she said.

I wasn't sure how to respond. By this point I was used to being around art students, but I’d never imagined my grandma being one of them. “I… I mean, what kind of stuff did you draw?”

“Well, my favorite things to do were landscapes,” she said. “I loved just sitting on a bench somewhere and sketching the view. But I also did plenty of life studies. And figure paintings.”

“Really?”

“Oh yes,” she replied. “I wish I’d kept it up. But my father kept wanting me to make more money, so I went to work as a secretary. My boss turned out to be a bastard, and he eventually fired me, so I’ve regretted that decision ever since.”

I chewed my lip and looked over at Brandon. He didn’t say a word.

“Now Tookie, if there’s one thing I can say, I will never do what my father did. Quite the opposite, in fact. If there’s one thing I learned from that, it’s that you should always do what makes you happy. Regardless of what anyone thinks.”

I took a deep breath. I’d heard her pep talk many times, but somehow it hit differently now.

By the time we ended the call, Brandon’s arm was draped across my shoulders, and his body pressed reassuringly against me. I put my phone down and looked right in his eyes.

“Are you okay?” Brandon asked.

I took a deep breath. “Thanks to you.”

The next thing I knew, our lips came together. It felt a little like the first time we’d kissed, the way Brandon’s stubble scratched my face, and the way my tongue tasted his. But this time I wasn’t thinking of anyone but him; in fact, I probably couldn’t if I’d tried

“You know I don't deserve you,” I whispered as we kept making out, “not after last night.”

“I’ll be the judge of that,” Brandon said.

“Mmmmmmmm,” was all I could say as I kissed him harder and harder. I could feel his hands running down my body, and I responded in kind, caressing him through his clothes. “I'm all yours baby….”

Brandon started kissing my cheek. “Are you saying what I hope you’re saying?” Then he pulled me on top of him. “Cause I’m not gonna lie… I wanna be yours too.” He wrapped his arms around my body. “And only yours.”

“Oh fuck yeah,” I gasped as I pulled his body tight against mine.

Brandon flicked his tongue against my earlobe, then started nibbling on it. I let out another moan, just as he clamped down his lips and started sucking on it.

I was tempted to take Brandon straight to bed, but I forced myself not to. Instead, I reached to the side and grabbed my phone.

“What are you doing?” Brandon asked.

“I’m emailing Terri,” I said. “I’m gonna tell her I won’t be modeling anymore.”

“Are you sure?”

“Well,” I said, “you’ve always been clear that we can’t do anything as long as we work together.”

Brandon looked right in my eyes. “Well—”

“I’m tired of things being fucked up. And having to keep all these secrets. I wanna just… be normal.”

“Even so,” he said, “why should you be the one to quit? Considering it’s not a full time job for me either—”

“You’ve been doing it for years. I haven’t.”

“I’m just saying, let’s not get ahead of ourselves.” He put his hand against my cheek. “After all, we’ve never even gone on a proper date. And it’s high time we do.”

I wasn’t about to argue with that. We ended up going through some some back-and-forth before agreeing on a plan for that evening. Brandon was to going to take me to dinner in Old Town, at one of his favorite restaurants, and then I’d take him to a movie at the Mission Valley mall.

It turned out to be a helluva day. We spent hours just hanging out, browsing all kinds of shops. Along the way, we shared all kinds of stories about our families, our day jobs, and our lives in general.

All of this helped me see a whole other side to Brandon. He introduced me to the staff at the restaurant he liked, and they all treated him like an old friend. We also compared notes about the movie— Thor: Love and Thunder— which I thought was fun, but Brandon thought was unoriginal. Then we sat outside and watched the sun go down.

By the time we got back to his place, the moonlight was raking across the sidewalks. Brandon made a point of taking me in through the main entrance, instead of the side door he’d always had me use. Then he served me a glass of wine, and just for fun, he lit a few candles.

We made our way to his couch, and I noticed some pictures on the coffee table. I realized they were from the shoot we’d done for Rico and Miguel.

“Wait a minute,” I said, “did they send you these pictures?”

“I bought them,” Brandon said. “I thought you looked great in them. Not to mention how we looked together.”

I set down my wine glass and perused the pictures. I had to admit they were good, though they were definitely more risqué than the shots I’d seen before, at least from that particular session. The paint had obscured my skin, but the contours of my body were still very visible. A few of the pictures showed me and Brandon together, laughing and joking, covered head to toe in all sorts of colors. “You’re not gonna hang these on the wall, are you?”

Brandon laughed and sipped his wine. “When was the last time you saw naked pictures on my walls?”

“True,” I said. “Not that I’m complaining… especially considering I bought pictures of you too. From that Lavandula thing.”

“It’s all good,” he said. “It kinda comes with the territory, if you’re gonna pose nude.”

“Yeah,” I replied. I leaned back on the couch, and I felt Brandon’s arm behind me.

We locked eyes in the candlelight, and we just stared at each other for a moment. The next thing I knew, our lips came together, and I suddenly felt comfortable in a way I’d never imagined. Like I was perfectly safe.

 

[Briacon429]

Brandon and I started making out some more, running our hands up and down each others’ bodies. I savored his breath against my skin, and I couldn’t help letting off a moan.

“You like that?” he asked.

“Fuck yeah,” I gasped, just as Brandon slid his hand under my shirt. I lifted my arms and let him pull it off.

“So fuckin’ sexy,” he said as he looked at my bare chest.

I reached for Brandon’s shirt. “Now it’s your turn,” I said.

“Fucking A,” Brandon said.

I pulled off his shirt and tossed it aside. Then I teased his half-clothed body some more, and I let him tease mine.

“Oh baby,” Brandon said when I started playing with his cock through his clothes. He savored it for a minute or two, then pulled off his pants and his underwear.

As many times as I’d seen Brandon naked, I couldn’t help digging the sight of his gorgeous sexy body. I couldn’t take my eyes off his pits, his torso, and of course his abs— not to mention his hard cock and balls swinging underneath.

I laid flat on the couch, leaning in toward his crotch. He seemed to know where I was going with this: he shifted his body, and the next thing I knew, he was sitting on my face.

I started licking Brandon’s balls as they dangled over me. His taint and his hole filled my field of view, and his man scent filled my lungs. I caressed his shaft with my fingers, going solely by feel, as they navigated the veins and pores that I’d come to know so well.

“Aw fuck,” Brandon said, and then he breathed in deep.

“Mmmm,” was all I could say at that moment. I was sucking on his right nut, running my tongue in circles around it, then tightening my lips around it.

Brandon let out a moan. Then he started swiveling his lips, letting the rest of his package drag across my face.

I let his right nut pop out of my mouth, then started working his left nut. As I did, I kept working his cock as best I could. Then, after a minute or so, I started pushing his body above my head. “Lemme lick that taint,” I said.

“Yeah,” Brandon said, “it’s all yours baby.” And with that, he offered up his gooch and his hole.

I ran my tongue along the base of his ballsack, then between his thighs, heading toward his ass. I caressed his flesh with my lips, and I breathed in deep, savoring Brandon’s aromas. Then I flicked my tongue against his hole, gently at first, then harder and harder; I could feel him tighten up for a second, then loosen up again, as his pucker twitched at the sensation.

“Holy fuck,” he said. By now I was full-on eating his ass, and he seemed to love every second of it.

Brandon’s moans were music to my ears; I kept trying to gauge what was driving him wild, and I adjusted accordingly. His sphincter kept tightening, then relaxing, then tightening again, over and over and over.

Eventually I felt Brandon’s hand on my cock. I couldn’t see what he was doing, but then I felt a slippery sensation, and I realized he was lubing me up. My nerves started to tingle as he caressed my shaft.

Then, after another minute or two, it was time. Brandon got up off my face and swung his body around. “Fuck I love your dick,” he said as he squatted over me, and he leaned in for a kiss. “It’s the best fucking dick….”

“You’ve got the best fucking ass,” I said between kisses.

“It’s all yours,” he said, then sat up. He reached back, took my cock, and guided it toward his hole. I felt his ass lips on my cockhead, and his pucker kept twitching with anticipation. “Fuck,” he said again, and his mouth fell open. Then he slowly lowered himself onto me.

“Oh yeah,” I said as I felt my cock go deeper and deeper inside him. I looked in his eyes, and he looked right back.

By now I was in balls-deep, and his ass was right on my pubes. He paused for a second, apparently savoring the sensation. Then he moved in for another kiss, and he whispered: “Make love to me baby.”

“Yeah babe,” I said as I started thrusting into him. Brandon sat back up, swiveling his hips in sync with my thrusts, while his own cock flopped around helplessly.

“Your dick feels so amazing,” he gasped. “Oh Josh….”

I went slow at first, reveling in the moment, feeling our bodies becoming one. Then I started speeding up, and Brandon started bouncing up and down.

Brandon ran his hands along my chest, caressing my pecs and my nips. I could feel him clenching his sphincter as he milked my cock with his hole.

“Keep doing that,” I said.

“You like that?”

“Fuck yeah,” I said, “oh Brandon….”

He grinned and started bouncing on my cock even harder. By now his dick was leaking pre-cum, and a little string was dripping onto my abs. The harder we fucked, the more the string seemed to pirouette around.

I could feel my balls boiling hotter and hotter. “I’m getting close,” I said.

Brandon jumped off me, and my dick smacked onto my abs. “I don’t want you to cum yet,” he said, and he gave me another kiss.

“Me neither,” I whispered as I wrapped my legs around him.

We made out for another minute or two. We rolled around on the couch, and our throbbing boners rubbed together, till we ended up lying side-by-side. Brandon reached down and gathered up our pre cum, then spit on his hand and rubbed it against my hole.

“Fuck yeah,” I said. “Give it to me baby….”

Brandon positioned his cock at my hole. I was dying for him to go in, but he teased me as long as he could, running his cockhead up and down my crack. Then he locked eyes with me again, and he slid his dick inside me. “Fuck,” he said, “your ass feels so good…”

The lack of lube made my hole especially sensitive; it seemed like I could feel every vein in his cock. I let out a moan, then wrapped my arms and legs tighter around him.

We were still lying side-by-side as we fucked. My back kept hitting the couch’s upholstery, while Brandon seemed like he was about to topple off the edge. I held him as close as I could, and he seemed to clutch me like his life depended on it. “Yeah,” I gasped, “don’t stop….”

“Oh God,” Brandon said. He nibbled on my neck, and he kissed my skin a few times. Then he made his way up and started sucking on my earlobe.

“Mmmmmmm,” was all I could say. I tilted my head and let my mouth hang open. By now my nerves were going haywire, in every part of my body.

Brandon kept topping me for a little while longer. Then I noticed his rhythm starting to falter. “You’re gonna make me bust,” he said.

“How do you wanna do it?” I asked.

Brandon slowed his thrusts, then stopped. “What about you?” he asked.

I shrugged. “I’m not the one I’m worried about.”

Brandon kissed me again. “Okay,” he said. He pulled his dick out of me, and he pulled us both into a sitting position. “I want your dick in me when I cum.” Then he brought my dick to his already-lubed butthole, and he sat down on my lap.

“Oh fuck,” was all I could say. Brandon’s hole felt so fucking good as I made my way back inside. I started thrusting into him, slowly at first, then faster and faster. And as I did, the feelings of pleasure got stronger and stronger.

“Babe,” he said, “I don’t think I can last much longer….”

“Cum for me Brandon.”

“Oh Josh,” he said, then closed his eyes and threw his head back. His whole body was shuddering with my thrusts, so his cock and balls were flopping back and forth, and his chest was starting to heave.

I knew I couldn’t last much longer either. But I tried to hold back at least till Brandon got off.

Then, at long last, Brandon’s body shuddered. “OH BABY!” he yelped, and his dick started shooting.

That was it for me too. Pleasure flooded through my body, and I could feel my juices blast out of my cock. “OH GOD!” I gasped.

Brandon was still cumming himself, and he took my load like a champ. He was grinning ear-to-ear, breathing deep with pleasure. He kept going for a few more seconds, till both of our orgasms subsided. Then he swallowed and tried to catch his breath.

My dick was still inside him, and I could feel a drop of cum dribbling out of his hole. “I love you baby,” I said without thinking.

The candlelight flickered, and Brandon’s face seemed to light up. “I love you too,” he said, then gave me another kiss. “That was incredible.”

“Yeah it was,” I said. We made out a little more, and then I reached for my clothes. Without pulling out of his ass, I picked up my phone and opened my email.

“What are you doing?” Brandon asked.

“What I was going to do this morning,” I said. I already had the email typed up, so it only took me a few seconds to pull it up and click send. “Now it’s official: I’m not a model anymore. Just your boyfriend.”

“You’re allowed to be more than ‘just’ my boyfriend—”

“Look at it this way,” I said. “The whole reason I got into this work was to meet a hot guy. And you know what?”

“What?”

I kissed him again. “It worked.”


The End

 

[28josh7]

Brandon and I started making out some more, running our hands up and down each others’ bodies. I savored his breath against my skin, and I couldn’t help letting off a moan.

“You like that?” he asked.

“Fuck yeah,” I gasped, just as Brandon slid his hand under my shirt. I lifted my arms and let him pull it off.

“So fuckin’ sexy,” he said as he looked at my bare chest.

I reached for Brandon’s shirt. “Now it’s your turn,” I said.

“Fucking A,” Brandon said.

I pulled off his shirt and tossed it aside. Then I teased his half-clothed body some more, and I let him tease mine.

“Oh baby,” Brandon said when I started playing with his cock through his clothes. He savored it for a minute or two, then pulled off his pants and his underwear.

As many times as I’d seen Brandon naked, I couldn’t help digging the sight of his gorgeous sexy body. I couldn’t take my eyes off his pits, his torso, and of course his abs— not to mention his hard cock and balls swinging underneath.

I laid flat on the couch, leaning in toward his crotch. He seemed to know where I was going with this: he shifted his body, and the next thing I knew, he was sitting on my face.

I started licking Brandon’s balls as they dangled over me. His taint and his hole filled my field of view, and his man scent filled my lungs. I caressed his shaft with my fingers, going solely by feel, as they navigated the veins and pores that I’d come to know so well.

“Aw fuck,” Brandon said, and then he breathed in deep.

“Mmmm,” was all I could say at that moment. I was sucking on his right nut, running my tongue in circles around it, then tightening my lips around it.

Brandon let out a moan. Then he started swiveling his lips, letting the rest of his package drag across my face.

I let his right nut pop out of my mouth, then started working his left nut. As I did, I kept working his cock as best I could. Then, after a minute or so, I started pushing his body above my head. “Lemme lick that taint,” I said.

“Yeah,” Brandon said, “it’s all yours baby.” And with that, he offered up his gooch and his hole.

I ran my tongue along the base of his ballsack, then between his thighs, heading toward his ass. I caressed his flesh with my lips, and I breathed in deep, savoring Brandon’s aromas. Then I flicked my tongue against his hole, gently at first, then harder and harder; I could feel him tighten up for a second, then loosen up again, as his pucker twitched at the sensation.

“Holy fuck,” he said. By now I was full-on eating his ass, and he seemed to love every second of it.

Brandon’s moans were music to my ears; I kept trying to gauge what was driving him wild, and I adjusted accordingly. His sphincter kept tightening, then relaxing, then tightening again, over and over and over.

Eventually I felt Brandon’s hand on my cock. I couldn’t see what he was doing, but then I felt a slippery sensation, and I realized he was lubing me up. My nerves started to tingle as he caressed my shaft.

Then, after another minute or two, it was time. Brandon got up off my face and swung his body around. “Fuck I love your dick,” he said as he squatted over me, and he leaned in for a kiss. “It’s the best fucking dick….”

“You’ve got the best fucking ass,” I said between kisses.

“It’s all yours,” he said, then sat up. He reached back, took my cock, and guided it toward his hole. I felt his ass lips on my cockhead, and his pucker kept twitching with anticipation. “Fuck,” he said again, and his mouth fell open. Then he slowly lowered himself onto me.

“Oh yeah,” I said as I felt my cock go deeper and deeper inside him. I looked in his eyes, and he looked right back.

By now I was in balls-deep, and his ass was right on my pubes. He paused for a second, apparently savoring the sensation. Then he moved in for another kiss, and he whispered: “Make love to me baby.”

“Yeah babe,” I said as I started thrusting into him. Brandon sat back up, swiveling his hips in sync with my thrusts, while his own cock flopped around helplessly.

“Your dick feels so amazing,” he gasped. “Oh Josh….”

I went slow at first, reveling in the moment, feeling our bodies becoming one. Then I started speeding up, and Brandon started bouncing up and down.

Brandon ran his hands along my chest, caressing my pecs and my nips. I could feel him clenching his sphincter as he milked my cock with his hole.

“Keep doing that,” I said.

“You like that?”

“Fuck yeah,” I said, “oh Brandon….”

He grinned and started bouncing on my cock even harder. By now his dick was leaking pre-cum, and a little string was dripping onto my abs. The harder we fucked, the more the string seemed to pirouette around.

I could feel my balls boiling hotter and hotter. “I’m getting close,” I said.

Brandon jumped off me, and my dick smacked onto my abs. “I don’t want you to cum yet,” he said, and he gave me another kiss.

“Me neither,” I whispered as I wrapped my legs around him.

We made out for another minute or two. We rolled around on the couch, and our throbbing boners rubbed together, till we ended up lying side-by-side. Brandon reached down and gathered up our pre cum, then spit on his hand and rubbed it against my hole.

“Fuck yeah,” I said. “Give it to me baby….”

Brandon positioned his cock at my hole. I was dying for him to go in, but he teased me as long as he could, running his cockhead up and down my crack. Then he locked eyes with me again, and he slid his dick inside me. “Fuck,” he said, “your ass feels so good…”

The lack of lube made my hole especially sensitive; it seemed like I could feel every vein in his cock. I let out a moan, then wrapped my arms and legs tighter around him.

We were still lying side-by-side as we fucked. My back kept hitting the couch’s upholstery, while Brandon seemed like he was about to topple off the edge. I held him as close as I could, and he seemed to clutch me like his life depended on it. “Yeah,” I gasped, “don’t stop….”

“Oh God,” Brandon said. He nibbled on my neck, and he kissed my skin a few times. Then he made his way up and started sucking on my earlobe.

“Mmmmmmm,” was all I could say. I tilted my head and let my mouth hang open. By now my nerves were going haywire, in every part of my body.

Brandon kept topping me for a little while longer. Then I noticed his rhythm starting to falter. “You’re gonna make me bust,” he said.

“How do you wanna do it?” I asked.

Brandon slowed his thrusts, then stopped. “What about you?” he asked.

I shrugged. “I’m not the one I’m worried about.”

Brandon kissed me again. “Okay,” he said. He pulled his dick out of me, and he pulled us both into a sitting position. “I want your dick in me when I cum.” Then he brought my dick to his already-lubed butthole, and he sat down on my lap.

“Oh fuck,” was all I could say. Brandon’s hole felt so fucking good as I made my way back inside. I started thrusting into him, slowly at first, then faster and faster. And as I did, the feelings of pleasure got stronger and stronger.

“Babe,” he said, “I don’t think I can last much longer….”

“Cum for me Brandon.”

“Oh Josh,” he said, then closed his eyes and threw his head back. His whole body was shuddering with my thrusts, so his cock and balls were flopping back and forth, and his chest was starting to heave.

I knew I couldn’t last much longer either. But I tried to hold back at least till Brandon got off.

Then, at long last, Brandon’s body shuddered. “OH BABY!” he yelped, and his dick started shooting.

That was it for me too. Pleasure flooded through my body, and I could feel my juices blast out of my cock. “OH GOD!” I gasped.

Brandon was still cumming himself, and he took my load like a champ. He was grinning ear-to-ear, breathing deep with pleasure. He kept going for a few more seconds, till both of our orgasms subsided. Then he swallowed and tried to catch his breath.

My dick was still inside him, and I could feel a drop of cum dribbling out of his hole. “I love you baby,” I said without thinking.

The candlelight flickered, and Brandon’s face seemed to light up. “I love you too,” he said, then gave me another kiss. “That was incredible.”

“Yeah it was,” I said. We made out a little more, and then I reached for my clothes. Without pulling out of his ass, I picked up my phone and opened my email.

“What are you doing?” Brandon asked.

“What I was going to do this morning,” I said. I already had the email typed up, so it only took me a few seconds to pull it up and click send. “Now it’s official: I’m not a model anymore. Just your boyfriend.”

“You’re allowed to be more than ‘just’ my boyfriend—”

“Look at it this way,” I said. “The whole reason I got into this work was to meet a hot guy. And you know what?”

“What?”

I kissed him again. “It worked.”


The End

Excellent story, easy to read. Well done!