After Art
Posted on: March 12, 2008Copyright © 2008 Sticky Pen
It all started when I made the bold move to model for one of my university’s art classes, nude model that is. I figured, ‘Hey, I’m a senior. I’ve already established my reputation. Why the hell not?’ After all, I was captain of the soccer team and had been with enough chicks to have also established the reputation of a ladies man, to say the least. Nude modeling was nothing, a no-brainer, and I certainly needed the extra cash the university was offering to shell out to anyone willing to do the job. So, my first day of posing for the class went well, no real problems. As I was a jock myself and tended to run with that crowd, I didn’t know anyone in the class. They were more of the artsy type, if you know what I mean. None of the chicks really struck my fancy, so I knew that me pitching a tent by accident and getting really embarrassed was nothing I needed to worry about. I showed up next class ready to go. I had already changed into my ‘cover up’ as the instructor called it, in other words my bathrobe, and was just shooting the shit with some of the not so cute chicks until the rest of the class arrived when he walked in. I had never seen him around campus before, but he was gorgeous. ‘What was I thinking?’ I started to question myself. ‘I am straight,’ I reminded myself over and over again. ...
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