Full naked

I started grad school in a major city, which I won’t name, and was always looking for extra money.  Sometimes I would bartend private events when I could find the work.   One day I found an ad for a nude model for a gay men’s drawing group.  I work hard on my body and have always been kind of an exhibitionist, so I sent in my photos and I got to do it a couple of weeks later.  There were about 30 guys in the class, most of whom seemed like serious artists, and while I was initially nervous and wondering if I would regret my decision, I really found the experience of being naked and modeling to be freeing and a lot of fun. 

After the class, one of the guys, probably pushing 60 years old, came up to me and asked if I would like to do some modeling for him on the side and could we exchange numbers. I said sure, figuring I was unlikely to hear from him again because this kind of thing happens all the time when you are bartending, and I gave him my number. I was surprised when he did call me a couple of weeks later.

On the phone, he said that he actually had two proposals for me.  First, he wanted me to come to his place and model for him.  But also, he was having a party and he wanted to know if I would consider being a nude model waiter at his party.   I had never done anything like that before – the closest was bartending without my shirt at a pool party.  So I was like “you really want me to serve completely naked?”  And then I was like, “who is going to be at this party?”  and “what exactly will I be doing?” So he convinced me that it was for a group of about 15 guys, some of whom were artists and there would be food and drink.  I said that I bartended too, which he thought was great, so yes he wanted me to bartend and serve naked because I was beautiful and would be fun to have around.  So I said ok.

So I bartended his party, and I was head to toe naked, which I was totally comfortable with. It turned out he owned a townhouse, which was really nice, and I was relieved that it seemed like everything was on the up and up. The guys all loved me, and of course the more they drank, the more they wanted to touch me.  So of course I was kept pretty much rock hard the whole time. But all in all they were very respectful, and I enjoyed myself.  As I was getting dressed to leave, the host, whose name is Jack, came to pay me. He paid me a lot of money, which was really nice. And we started talking about how I was in school, and that I really appreciated the money, and I mentioned that I had been looking for a place to live.

About a week went by, and Jack called me again. I assumed he wanted me to model for him, but instead he said he had another proposal. He knew I was looking for a place to live, and he explained he had the basement level of his townhouse fixed up as a guest room that wasn’t used that much because there were bedrooms upstairs. The guest room had it’s own bathroom and was a pretty big space. He offered to have me live there rent free, but he had one request. He wanted me to be completely naked in the house. 

Of course, I was excited at the prospect of the free rent but immediately suspicious. So you just want me to be naked? No sex? He assured me that there be absolutely no expectation of that.  And he added that he is not a nudist, so I would not have to see him that way. But that he was serious about my having the room for free, that he was lonely and really liked having me around, but that in exchange he wanted me naked all the time, except of course when I needed to get dressed to go out, or when I was alone in my room. 

So I told him I would think about it. Then a couple of days later he called me again, and I said ok.  I figured if it didn’t work out I would just leave. But he seemed like a nice guy, and it was a beautiful house, and I was kind of excited by the idea. I asked him what I was supposed to do if we had visitors, and he said obviously he would be respectful of my guests, and he would give me notice if there were any special circumstances, but otherwise I was to assume that my body should be on display for everyone to see at all times.

As it turned out, I got used to being naked very quickly, and Jack really enjoyed having me there.  He was very respectful, and he didn’t take up a lot of my time, which was great because I needed to study.  He spent a lot of time admiring my body and certainly enjoying how he had managed to get a young naked guy to live with him. But he didn’t overstep his bounds, and I had free rent. During the first couple of weeks, he asked me to model for his artwork a couple of times, and I happily indulged him.

Then one day he told me he was having dinner with a few friends at their apartment, and they had talked it over and wanted me to be their nude waiter.  I told Jack that would be fine since I was really grateful to him. He explained that the guys wanted to pay me. and they didn’t at all expect me to do it for free. This party would be a little different than the last one. There would be only 5 of them, and it was to be a sit down dinner. However, they all wanted to see me cum.

My mind started to race with images of what I was going to have to do in front of these five old guys. Part of me was wondering once again what I had gotten myself into, but I was also frankly surprised I hadn’t been asked to do this before, at least by Jack. I had to admit the exhibitionist side of me was intrigued, and running around naked all the time had left me chronically horny.

Cum how, I asked. Undefined, but maybe you could jerk off us at some point, Jack replied.  I know they will pay you really well. So of course, I agreed. I had officially become the preferred entertainment for a select group of aging gay men with lots of expendable income. It could have been worse, I told myself.

The dinner was a good deal raunchier than I had expected. I didn’t do much serving of food.  Instead, I was kind of a new toy to be played with. Fortunately, I got to drink with them. The evening consisted on me getting felt up and fingered in every possible position, massaged, sitting straddled across laps, on the dining table, and finally getting jerked to orgasm. I was tipped handsomely for the experience.

My naked living arrangements continued to be peppered with art modeling and various events as I was passed around to the community of Jack’s friends. During the tenure, I got massaged on a table by a very handsome masseur (also naked) as the main event for a party, the culmination of which was being jerked to orgasm. At another event, I worked alongside two other naked guys as a bartender/server. One of the other guys got full-on fucked by one of the more attractive guests in the middle of the party. I tried to stay clear of that level of whoredom, and Jack was totally sympathetic. The variety of ways these guys had invented to entertain themselves amazed me, and I wondered if this is how affluent older gay men spend their time. 

I will say that the most memorable event was the New Years Eve party given by one of the gentlemen. The plan was quite elaborate. I was hired with four other guys to bartend a cocktail party which was held at a large suburban house. There were about seventy-five people, mostly gay men but some women too. The guests were in formal attire, most in tuxedos and other dressy clothes, but the bartenders were to be nude and fully erect. To accomplish this, we all had to take Viagra beforehand. So crucial was this element to the detail of the party that it was part of an interview process that we were subjected to. The host’s assistant invited me to a meeting via email at which I was given a Viagra, waited an appropriate amount of time, then stripped naked to conduct the interview and to insure the effects were adequate. Once again I was amazed that they had found five very handsome guys with awesome erections that were proudly displayed against the backdrop of evening dress. 

Of course, it did not end there. The assistant had informed us at the interview that there would be a “second party” which was optional but for which we would be handsomely compensated should we wish to participate. Toward the end of the evening, when the females and many of the guests had left, some of the male guests stayed around at we were all ushered into another room. At the front of the room was a large plastic swimming pool like the kind kids often play in when the weather is warm. The host called all of the bartenders into the room and explained what would happen next. He explained that during this part of the evening, the bartenders would be getting a little more intimate with each other. The crowd of remaining guests gathered to watch while the bartenders all got in the plastic pool, popped bottles of champagne, and poured the champagne over each other. The idea was then for us to interact with each other in any way we wished. Of course, after a little foreplay, it was almost impossible not to dive into this fantasy orgy where the five of us ended up eating each other’s champagne filled holes, sucking thirstily on each other’s erections, and fucking each other until were all soaked with cum. The host and his friends were left drooling.

I stayed with Jack at his townhouse for a few more months before I finished school and went on to get my own place. I really enjoyed those times and I was grateful to Jack for the adoration and companionship. I never felt used by him, and I look back on the experience with a huge smile. After the New Year’s Party, there were more art sessions and a few more of the dinner parties. I kept in touch with one of the guys from the party that came by to Jack’s townhouse for some more fun on a couple of occasions. He hadn’t been aware of my naked living arrangement, but he happily joined right in. There was no point in taking him down to my basement quarters for our fun either. We fucked openly in the living room for Jack’s enjoyment.