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 bree...

Levi and Doug evidently liked what they’d seen, because a few days after the shoot, I heard from two of their friends. They were the gay couple I’d seen in class, who turned out to be named Rico and Miguel. These guys were photographers too, though their style seemed very different from Levi and Doug’s. They didn’t want to shoot me on the beach— or, for that matter, anywhere in public. They were looking to do studio work,...

When I got home, I followed Brandon’s suggestion, and I Googled this Doctor Moore. It turned out he’d touched off quite the scandal, at least for the school. He’d been accused of all kinds of misconduct, and an administrator had spent years covering for him, so a bunch of people had lost their jobs over it. My Google searches also brought up Jean-Jacques’s photography website. It showcased a lot of his work, and it linked...

When I looked outside the next morning, the first thing I saw was the sun dabbling across Levi’s apartment. Levi lived about three doors down from me, so from my window, I could see his whole building bathed in the soft warm light. But there was no sign of Levi himself, at least not at that moment. “Hey Josh?” came Brandon’s voice. I turned away from the window. Brandon was in the middle of a shower, and he’d left my bath...

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...

I know I’m not the only guy who likes girl-on-girl action. I mean come on: that’s why lesbian porn is as popular as it is. I know plenty of dudes with big collections of it. Me, I’ve been jacking off to that stuff for ages. Even when I was eighteen, I practically made an art out of getting past my parents’ Internet controls. And I never got caught— unlike some of my friends. I’d stay up late, and I’d put my laundry agains...

The next morning, Chad and I donned our caps and gowns, and we got our diplomas. Our families were cheering us on, and our professors were congratulating us, though Chad and I were harboring a secret that no one else knew. Chad’s ass still held my load from the night before. And my own ass held a load of Chad’s: he’d been kind enough to deposit it right before we left the house. It was really fucking sexy to feel my man’s...

It wasn’t long after that when we went to see Linda. This visit turned out to be really different from the earlier ones. She’d had to sell the house in the divorce, so now she was living in a condo. Her new place was nice and all, but it obviously wasn’t Chad’s home anymore, and most of his stuff was in storage. It was one more sign that our lives were changing, and we were all on the cusp of something new. It did feel go...

The next morning, Chad and I woke up to the sound of gasping and groaning in the next room. Apparently Amy and Dylan were fucking. I was a little grossed out at first, because after all, Amy was my damn sister. Then again, it didn’t seem worse than when she’d walked in on me and Chad. I knew she had needs, the same way I did. So if she was getting good dick, I figured more power to her. I never expected to see that dick f...

“Holy shit,” were the first words out of Chad’s mouth. He looked down at the ring in my hands, then looked up at me. “Don’t you know how fucked up I am?” My heart sank. “Now wait a minute—” “I mean, look where I came from. Nobody in their right mind would want to sign up for that.” “I....” I gulped down a lump in my throat. “I don’t think you’re fucked up.” “Then I don’t know who you’re comparing me to.” I wasn’t sure how...

Seth and Claire’s wedding was at an old-school Louisiana plantation. Apparently Claire was a Southern girl; she didn’t have an accent, but that part of the country clearly had a place in her heart. The venue was almost like something out of Gone With the Wind, a big stately country house surrounded by oak trees and Spanish moss. It clearly had a lot of history, though I bet a lot of that history wasn’t as flattering as th...

Flynn and Jean-Jacques both asked for copies of our sex tape. Chad and I were flattered, but we told them no. After all, we’d always meant for that tape to stay private. Especially since Chad worked for a congressman, and wanted to build a career of his own, the last thing we needed was for that tape to get out. Jean-Jacques was especially persistent. He said that even if he couldn’t have the tape, he’d still like to do a...

For the Fourth of July, Thaxter hosted a party at his house. He made clear that everyone was welcome, and he let us all bring friends. We figured Ryan and Marcos were just the right types to enjoy a gay pool party, and sure enough, they jumped at the invite. Chad and I brought a case of craft beer, while Ryan and Marcos brought homemade tamales. Some of the bar’s regulars brought pretzels, chips, cupcakes, and other snack...

It took me a while to put my feelings into words, but once I did, they seemed to come tumbling out. I told Chad all about what had happened. At first I thought it might be TMI—especially when I went into detail around my jacking off—but he never seemed to flinch. He seemed to genuinely care about what I had to say, and what I thought we should do. He seemed to go out of his way to make me feel like I could tell him the tr...

My first few days working for Thaxter went just as I’d expected. I had to do everything from bussing tables to taking orders to running cards, basically the same work I’d been doing before. The main difference was the atmosphere, which of course was very gay. Thaxter wanted to cater to every kind of mo, from leather bears to drag queens to everything in between. It made for a hell of a work environment. Some guys were so...