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...

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...

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...

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,...

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...