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 to the site for Brandon’s basketball league. That sent me down a rabbit hole of its own, since I got to see more of the pictures they were selling for charity. The featured images were all carefully cropped to hide the guys’ junk, or they had basketballs strategically placed in front of their crotches, so you had to pay to see the real goods. You could also buy their latest photo book, or calendar, or other kinds of merch. The site made a point of saying where the money went, and it listed a bunch of LGBT organizations.

I couldn’t resist taking the bait, so I paid for a few of their pictures. The uncensored versions were just as sexy as I’d hoped, with Brandon in all his nude glory, along with a bunch of his buds.

“I don’t know how you did this,” I said to Brandon the next time I saw him.

 “How do you mean?” he asked.

“I mean, getting naked for a class is one thing… but having it all on the Internet?”

“I’m not gonna lie,” he said, “at first it was weird knowing anyone could see it. But when a cute guy recognizes me… it makes it all worth it.”

“Mmm,” I said. “How often does that happen?”

“I mean, I think word got around the school years ago. So a lot of the students have seen my stuff. But for what it’s worth, one time Doug went out of his way to say how much he liked it.”

“I bet you loved that.”

“Dude, the thought of him downloading my stuff drives me crazy. And knowing he digs it… fuck, I’ve been jacking off to that ever since.”

I licked my lips. I could only imagine what I’d do if Levi did something like that. I’d sure as hell be jacking off to it too.

“I just wish I’d done a better job in those pictures.”

“Say what?”

“Back then, I didn’t really know how to pose. At least not like now—”

“Your poses are awesome,” I said. ”What are you so self-conscious about?”

“Well,” he said, “maybe you’re right and I’m just being hard on myself. But you know you’d say the same thing if Levi saw your stuff.”

“I mean….” I let my voice trail off, and I shrugged. “I guess I’m not gonna argue with that.”

As much as I loved hooking up with Brandon, it was still a weird time for me. I almost felt like I was back in the closet, since my family, friends, and co-workers still saw me as an ordinary white-collar guy. I went out of my way to keep up that image: I kept talking to my friends, and I posted my social media as if nothing was going on.

I was in a different kind of closet to the students and instructors. They saw me like any other nude model, and Brandon kept reminding me to keep it that way. Even Jean-Jacques had no idea that Brandon and I were banging— much less that I was crushing on Levi. 

The frustrating part was that I had no one to talk to. Brandon was the only one who knew what was up, and as great as he was to talk to, he was obviously biased. That, and he was just as busy as I was, between his day job and his basketball league and everything else. So I bit my lip whenever I could, and I kept a lot of my thoughts to myself.

I did find himself getting more comfortable with nudity. The more I got naked at school, the more natural it felt to be naked at home— or while I was working my day job, for that matter. Before long, I’d stopped getting dressed unless I needed to. I’d work on my computer, watch TV, cook, and whatever else, all with my bare body on full display. Some days I never left the house, so I never bothered to put on clothes at all.

Sometimes I’d even forget I was nude. One time I answered the door for the FedEx guy, and he got at least a glimpse of my thigh before I caught myself. Another time I forgot to close my blinds, so for all I know, my neighbors could’ve gotten an eyeful. That might’ve even included Levi— not that he would’ve glimpsed anything he hadn’t already seen.

Brandon and I tried to coordinate our schedules, to at least hook up before our gigs. But even that could be easier said than done. The classes were scheduled at all different dates and times, which didn’t always work with our day jobs and whatnot.

The school also made us use a sign-up system for our gigs, which was a colossal pain in the ass. One time Brandon and I signed up for what we thought was the same class— which would’ve been the first time we’d actually posed together— but it turned out to be two unrelated classes at the same time.

Another time I signed up for what I thought was a solo session, when I was actually posing with a naked woman. The girl’s name was Alice, and she was cool and all, but it was a surprise for both of us. It made for a pretty awkward session: it was just as non-sexual as everybody says.

All of this helped me understand Brandon’s habits, including how he jacked off. As much as he loved sex, he knew that on most days, beating off was just easier. It didn’t take long before I’d developed a routine of my own, between pounding my pud, cumming nice and hard, showering right before leaving the house, using the bathroom before I went onstage, and so on.

On one day in particular, I was a few minutes from starting my gig, so I was standing at the urinals taking a piss. I’d already had a long week at my day job, so I was trying to clear my head. Then the door swung open, and who walked in but Levi.

I felt my whole body tense up. After all, I’d been lusting after him so long, and now here I was with my dick out. From the corner of my eye, I could see Levi’s unruly hair, his half-exposed tattoos, and his rumpled clothes— all the things that made him so sexy.

I tried to act cool, so I just stared at the wall in front of me. Levi got in position at a urinal of his own, and he unzipped his pants.

Oh shit, I thought, now his dick is out too. But I didn’t dare look down.

Levi turned toward me. My heart started racing: was he checking me out? Or had I made it awkward? Or was I reading too far into it?

I finished pissing, shook my cock, and put it back in my pants. Then I zipped up my fly and went to wash my hands.

I was soaping up when Levi walked up to the sink next to me. “What’s up?” he said.

Oh wow, I thought. Levi was talking to me. “Hey man,” I said as casually as I could.

“Are you… were you in Dr. Peiris’s class?”

I couldn’t believe he remembered me. “I-I….” I rinsed off my hands, and I grabbed a paper towel. “I mean yes, I was.”

“And you shop at the Ralphs on University.” 

“That’s me.”

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to make it weird,” he said. He finished with the sink, and he took a paper towel of his own. “I just… couldn’t remember where I’d seen you before.” Then he held out his hand. “I’m Levi.” 

My mind was saying “I know,” but I resisted the urge to blurt it out. “I’m Josh,” I said as I shook Levi’s hand. 

“Awesome,” he said. “Do you do work for other artists too?”

“How do you mean?”

“Like if someone wanted to hire you,” he said. “I ask cause my boyfriend and I are looking for models.”

I wasn’t sure how to react. “Models for what?”

“Photography,” he said. “We’re trying to build up our portfolios.”

“Oh.” I was still in kind of a daze. “I-I mean maybe, depending on the time—”

“No pressure. But if you wanna do it, let me know.” He opened his backpack, pulled out some paper, and jotted down his number. 

Holy fuck. Levi was giving me his number. “Thanks dude,” was all I could say. 

“I’ll see you around,” Levi said, “and keep up the good work.” And with that, he waved and headed down the hall. 

I just stood there for a second, trying to figure out what had just happened. Levi had asked me to get naked for him— or had he? I reminded myself that he’d never come out and said it; he’d just said it’d be photography. He’d also said “models” plural, so I couldn’t help wondering if Brandon could be part of it. I was dying to ask Brandon what he thought, but right then I didn’t have time, since my class was about to start.

It was almost impossible to focus on my gig at that point. I had to force myself to go through the motions: I got undressed, walked onstage in my bathrobe, and then let the robe fall to floor, the same way I usually did. But I kept thinking back to Levi.

For my first pose, I laid on my stomach so they couldn’t see me get hard. By my second pose, I’d managed to psych myself up and get soft again; but I still sat with my arms crossed over my crotch. I managed to keep control long enough to do a few poses with my dick exposed. But then I sensed a new boner coming on, so I switched to a squat pose with my legs together, which once again hid my junk from view.

Doctor Harris seemed to notice something was up. At the end of the class, he gave me a weird nod. “Those were some interesting choices,” he said. “Well done.”

“Thanks,” I said as casually as I could. Then I cinched up my bathrobe and headed for the dressing room.

I immediately grabbed my phone, called Brandon, and told him what had happened. I was trying not to blow things out of proportion; after all, I’d posed for Levi before, the same way Brandon had posed for Doug. But somehow a private session felt like a whole other ballgame.

“Fuck yeah,” Brandon said. “So you’d be posing for both of them?”

“It sounds like you could pose for them too,” I said. “From what he was saying, we could even do it together.” 

“That’d be so fucking hot… but it sounds like you should just do it yourself.”

“How so?”

“This is your first time getting offered a gig from somebody else. You want to stand on your own and develop a reputation. That way more work starts coming your way.” 

“Yeah I guess—”

“Take it as a compliment,” Brandon said. “It means Levi likes your work… and I’m guessing he’s not the only one.”

I wasn’t going to argue with that. I just nodded.

Levi texted me back that night, saying he had some ideas for a shoot at the beach. I was up for that— though to be honest, I would’ve posed for him anywhere— so we worked out a day and time.

Of course Brandon helped me get ready. He gave me a crash course on modeling for the camera, and he walked me through his whole portfolio, breaking down what he liked and what he wished he’d done differently.

He also took me to meet with Jean-Jacques, who showed me a bunch of pictures of his own. Jean-Jacques gave me tips around how posing for the camera was different from posing for a drawing or painting, and he had me practice my poses.

When the big day rolled around, I was dying for Brandon to pound me into oblivion. But as fate would have it, he was tied up with his day job that day. So I did the next best thing.

I positioned my laptop in front of me, and I pulled up the nudes I’d bought of Brandon and with his teammates. Then I sat on my favorite dildo, taking it deep in my ass, and I started jacking away.

I felt like such a slut, beating off to one guy so I could get naked for another. But there was no way around it: I was so horny with anticipation that I couldn’t have controlled myself otherwise.

“Fuck,” I said as I savored the dildo inside me. I gyrated my hips, and I clutched my cock ever tighter.

I kept my eyes locked on Brandon’s pictures, feasting on his bare body. I wanted to reach right into the pictures and pleasure him myself, especially since I knew the contours of his anatomy so intimately. His manly muscles. His sexy cock and balls. His tight juicy ass.

“Oh shit,” I gasped as the dildo hit my prostate, and my body jolted with pleasure. But I didn’t break my rhythm.

Fuck, I thought, I wanted my own photo shoot to make for jack-off material too. It’d be so fucking hot to have Levi beat off to my pics—

“Oh shit,” I gasped as the dildo hit my prostate again, and a wave of pleasure crested through my body. I tried to keep myself from cumming, but it was too late. I felt my dick start to spasm, and I shifted my body just in time to keep from busting on my laptop.

I shot at least five thick ropes, but I kept going. I was determined to drain every last drop of cum from my balls. I didn’t slow down at all till the splatters died down and finally stopped.

I took my hand off my cock, and I tried to catch my breath. I savored the sensations for a minute— the dildo in my ass, the scent of my cum, and the dopamine coursing through my veins— though I was in no mood to dawdle at that point. Then I took a deep breath, got up off the dildo, and went to clean up. 

Levi had asked me to meet him at his house, and Doug was going to drive us from there. When I walked up, they each had two cameras around their necks, and they were loading a box of stuff into the trunk: I saw a volleyball, a frisbee, and who-knows-what-else. I tried to act casual, and I made the usual small talk. Along the way, I realized we’d be shooting at a nude beach— which obviously made sense, though I was still trying to gauge what I was getting myself into.

I’d never been to a nude beach before, but I’d heard my share of stories. I knew there was one about fifteen minutes away, and sure enough, that was the one Doug had in mind. I was so nervous that a lot of the drive was a blur. 

Doug pulled into a parking lot near the top of a cliff. We were surprisingly high up, and I could barely hear the rolling waves beneath us.

“We can start with this,” Levi said as he opened the trunk and handed Doug a backpack. Then he gave me a stack of towels, and he picked up a set of folding chairs. “Don’t try to carry too much at once. I don’t want to risk tripping on those stairs.”

“Good call,” Doug said as he slung the backpack on his shoulders. Then he turned to me. “This way.” 

Doug led me down a trail with Levi following behind us. I could immediately see what Levi had meant, since the trail was surprisingly rugged. I made sure to tread extra carefully, keeping in mind the sheer drop right in front of us.

There were at least a dozen people on the beach below, and each one was stark naked. At first they just looked like tiny figures, but as we got closer, I could make out more and more details of their bodies. It kind of felt like I was leaving the normal world behind— the clothed world, that is— and entering an alternate dimension where everyone was nude.

When we got to the bottom of the cliff, we turned right and walked parallel to the shore. By this point, the three of us were the only clothed people in sight. The weirdness of it had started to subside; it kind of felt like my art classes, where everyone treated the nudity as totally normal. A lot of the beachgoers were just chilling, while others were swimming or taking a stroll; basically, all the stuff you’d expect to see, minus clothing. 

We got to a set of boulders, and Levi and Doug put down their stuff. “We won’t need the towels for a while,” Doug said, “so let’s set them on the rocks for now.”

“Okay,” I said, and I did as I was told.

“I’m gonna get the rest,” Levi said, as he turned to head back to the car.

“By the way,” Doug said, as he started unfolding the chairs, “have you heard of the Lavandula League?”

“The what?” I asked, but then I realized I’d heard the name before. “Oh, you mean that basketball league? The one that sells the naked pictures?”

“Exactly,” Doug replied. “You probably know Mr. Tremblay? The photography instructor? He’s the league’s photographer too.”

I bit my lip. I didn’t want to tell him I knew that— or that I’d found out by fucking one of their members.

“Anyway, that’s kind of what I’m going for,” Doug said. He finished unfolding the chairs, pulled his cameras off his neck, and set them down. “I don’t want to rip him off of course, but I do want to come up with something he’ll like… and if you know Tremblay, you know that’s not easy.” Then, without batting an eye, Doug started to undress.

Suddenly it hit me. I wouldn’t be the only one getting naked for this shoot. At first I didn’t know what to do; I felt kind of stupid for not realizing this was going to happen, being at a nude beach and all. 

I did the only thing I could think of, which was to get undressed myself. I kicked off my shoes, stripped off my shirt, and yanked down my shorts and my undies.

By this point Doug was fully naked too. He was a little more muscular than I’d expected, with a flat smooth chest. All of his hair was the same shade of brown, including his pits and his pubes. And of course I couldn’t help noticing his round ass and thick cock. 

Holy shit, I thought, as it started to sink in. Brandon would’ve fucking died to see him like this. Not to mention Doug’s ass was the one that got to take my crush’s dick— either that, or his dick was the one that got to fuck my crush’s ass— or more likely both. And now that the two of us were naked, it would only be a few minutes before Levi got naked too. Which of course I was dying to see.

“So,” Doug was saying, “I was thinking, maybe we can start with some static poses, with you sitting in one of the chairs, or maybe leaning against the rocks. Then after that, we can shoot some action shots. Like having you run toward the camera, or the waves crashing against you.” 

“Sh-sure,” was all I could say.

Doug opened the backpack and pulled out an uninflated beach ball. “Of course we’ve got this stuff too.” He put his lips to the nozzle, and he started to blow up the ball.

I stared at Doug’s chest as it heaved in and out. I wondered if this was how his body heaved when he and Levi had sex. But then I realized the thought was making me hard, so I forced myself to think of something else.

Doug finished inflating the ball, set it down, 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 Levi was running across the beach, throwing me the frisbee, and his cock and balls were bouncing up and down. I forced myself to think of all the buzzkills I could, like the scandal at school, and how I wouldn’t want to put the boys in a bad position.

By the end, I’d gotten a full-blown workout, with lots of running, jumping, and everything else. I’d also seen almost every inch of Levi and Doug’s bare bodies, and I’d shown them my own cock and balls in every position you could think of. Doug was clearly horny himself, since he got semi hard, though he seemed to try to hide it. I kept hoping Levi would get a boner too, since I wanted to see what all his cock was capable of. But he stayed on his best behavior too.

When we finally got dressed, I texted Brandon as discreetly as I could. I was dying to tell him what had happened, and I hoped to God he was done with his work.

By the time we all got to the car, I was done trying to stay soft. I discreetly tucked my dick under my waistband, and I let it swell as big as it wanted to. I was texting Brandon the while time, and I ordered him to meet me at my place. Doug and Levi were just chatting in the front seats, with me in the back, and they seemed blissfully unaware of how horny I was.

They dropped me off in front of my building, and I raced inside to find Brandon already waiting in the lobby. I unlocked my apartment door as fast as I could, yanked him inside, and slammed the door shut behind us.

“Aw fuck,” was all I could say as I threw Brandon’s body against the wall, and I grappled with his fly. “I’ve been craving this for hours.”

“Were you guys seriously naked the whole time?” Brandon asked.

“It was a fucking nude beach,” I said, “so yeah. The whole fucking time.”

“Shit,” Brandon said as I ran my hands down his shaft. “You lucky bastard.”

“Hey, you’re the one who told me to do it by myself—”

“I didn’t know you guys would be doing it at the beach. I mean shit, those guys go to my gym… they never take their shirts off or anything.” 

“I wish you could’ve seen it,” I said. “Levi’s so fucking hot.”

Brandon put his hands on my crotch. “And Doug?”

“You know you’d love him naked too,” I said.

“Uh-huh.” Brandon unzipped my fly and slid his hand inside. “What’s his cock like?”

“Mmm,” I said. “He’s cut, probably six inches or so….”

“Shape?”

“He seems thickest about halfway down his shaft. Though he’s also got some nice girth on his cockhead.” 

Brandon leaned in and started making out with me. “Keep going,” he said between kisses.

“Mmm,” I said, “I mean… it looks like he trims his pubes. His balls have a little fur on them but not much.”

“Fuck,” he said, “you know I need that cock so bad….”

I put my hands on his ass. “And you know I’m fuckin’ craving this hole….”

“Fuck me Doug,” he said.

My eyebrows went up, and my dick visibly twitched. I’d never done role-play like this, but it sure as hell turned me on. “Yeah Levi…”

Our bodies slammed together, like we couldn’t resist each other. The two of us grappled with our clothes, yanking them off, throwing them to the side. Our dicks were rock-hard, both oozing pre-cum, dying for action. 

It only took a few seconds before we were both fully naked. Like at the beach, except better, since we didn’t need to hold back. I couldn’t help thinking that the real Levi and Doug could be doing the same thing at that moment, especially if they’d secretly gotten horny too.

“Fuck,” Brandon said as he pulled me down on the floor. “C’mere you fucking stud.”

My arms were wrapped around him, and I didn’t want to let go— not even to get lube— so instead, I just spit on my hand and rubbed it on his pucker. Then I spit a second time, and I let him rub it on my cock.

“Totally raw,” he said, “just the way I like it.” 

“Yeah Levi,” I said as I pressed my cockhead against his hole. Then I looked in his eyes, and I slid my way inside him.

“Oh yeah,” he gasped, and he arched his back, then started thrusting back against me. “You’ve got the best fucking dick—”

“Yeah Levi,” I said, “your hole is made for my cock—”

“Lick my tattoos baby.”

I did as I was told: I ran my tongue along his biceps as I pounded his ass. Then I kissed his shoulders and made my way to his neck.

“Aw baby,” he said, and he gyrated his body faster and faster. Then he pulled me in for a kiss.

“Mmmm,” was all I could say with our lips locked together. Our tongues swirling around. Our bodies slamming together, harder and harder and harder.

“Oh Doug,” he said as he broke off the kiss, “aw fuuuuuuuuuuuuck….”

I could tell he was getting close, but I didn’t want him to bust quite yet. Not after all that anticipation. I grabbed his hands and held them above his head, so he couldn’t touch himself. Which only made him moan louder. 

“Aw baby—”

I felt my dick hit his prostate, and his whole body jolted with pleasure. “Yeah Levi—”

“You always fuck me so good—”

“You always take it so good—” 

“Aw fuck,” he said as he tried to move his hands, “I can’t hold back baby—”

“Yeah? You need to cum for me?”

“Oh Doug… oh Doug… oh Doug—”

“Aw yeah—”

“Oh FUUUCK!!!”

I went over the edge myself, just as he started shooting ropes of cum. I felt a wave of pleasure all over my body, and I tried to hold back as long as I could, but I only lasted a second or two before I blasted deep inside him.

“Oh shiiit,” he gasped as I pumped his ass full of my seed, shot after shot after shot, till it was filled to the brim. Then we both started slowing down our thrusts.

I just savored the sensation at first: my dick still throbbing, with his hole still twitching with pleasure. “Fuck yeah Levi,” I said as I looked in his eyes again.

He still seemed to be catching his breath. “Aw fuck Doug,” was all he could say.

 I reached down and scooped up some of his cum. Then I got a glob of my own, which was dripping down my ballsack. Then I mixed the two together, brought them to his mouth, and made him lap it up. And I kissed him again.

“Mmmmm,” he said as we shared our loads together. His tongue against mine. Creamy salty sweet goodness churning in our mouths.

Finally I broke off the kiss and swallowed. My body was still pressed tight against him, with my dick still hard as a rock in his ass. “So,” I said, “was that as hot as you imagined?”

“Ha!” he said, and I felt his hole tighten around my cock. “Fuck baby… that was even better.”

To be continued….