So I’ve settled into a normal pace of life, and things could not be better. I have been hitting the gym pretty hard, and it’s paid off in spades. I have added more muscle but kept clear of the dreaded “bulk” look that all the gym bros want. I have let my chest hair grow in just a fuzz to drive my girl crazy.
It's amazing how having your bills paid can change everything. I was finally caught up, working full-time, even picking up overtime at the store. Jackie was working too, and for once, things felt… easy.
She had taken it upon herself to update my look, determined to turn me from jockboy into “hot man,” and honestly… I didn’t mind. I had seen those glow-ups online. Most of those guys looked way better after.
My normal colors were black, midnight black, subtle black, and morning black, so as you can imagine, having colors in my life took some getting used to. Jackie got me blues, whites, stripes, and even hints of orange and reds that I never would have picked out for myself. I had my signature black slacks and jeans, but now I had brown and blue jeans and dress pants for work. She let my socks stay black, mostly because when she tried adding color, I kept losing them in the dryer. I’m convinced there’s a gnome in there building a wardrobe, but she wasn’t buying it. She tossed the worn-out ones and called it a day.
Underwear was where I struggled. I had always worn loose boxers, but now they were gone. Replaced by briefs, jocks, and three black thongs.
“If you want me to wear them, so do you,” she said, pulling one on like it was nothing.
I didn’t argue. I agreed way too fast.
The problem was that she failed to fix one of my major flaws… I wash clothes when I have nothing to wear, and well, she was working on that. But days like today… I had just showered and was rummaging through the clothes and found my last pair of clean pants, a black pair that, while not my usual loose-fitting style, was snug enough to get the girls and, well, some guys looking. I was not going to be late, so I opened the drawer and there were only three black thongs in there. “Fuck,” I thought. Well, no choice. These were soft and not half bad, but I usually only wore them when Jackie and I had a play date.
I could not find a clean shirt, and so I remembered yesterday during our late-night game night my roommates and I had been playing against each other. I had taken my shirt off. It was the only clean one left… mostly clean. It was a pastel blue with a slightly darker collar that looked great on me.
I pulled on my black thong and made sure to package my cock and balls in the pocket in the front, nice and snug, but honestly, I looked great in them. Everything was held in place and slightly lifted. I made a mad dash to the living room. It was early enough that my roommates would still be sleeping. I moved the couch pillows out of the way and the empty pizza box and… well, we had a messy house with three single guys, you get it.
“There it is,” I said out loud as I leaned over the couch to reach just behind it, as it was ready to slip and fall behind the couch, and that was no man’s land. We never cleaned back there unless something smelled out of place, and believe it or not, we had been forced to do it… more times than we would like.
“Adam,” I heard the voice behind me as I froze in terror. “Dude, what in the fuck are you wearing?” It was my roommate and muscle head, slash roid head Kevin. I grabbed the shirt and turned around to face him. What can I say…I thought.
“Kevin, I have seen you and found you in worse situations, bro,” I said with a smirk as he put his hand to his chiseled chin and smiled, looking up at the ceiling as if recalling.
“You have a point,” he said, blushing. “Carry on,” he added, waving me past him. I chuckled and walked past him.
“Besides, my girl loved tearing these off me,” I said, half laughing.
“Damn,” he said as I walked past. “That ass,” he added, then laughed.
“Perv,” I said as I walked into my room, shirt in hand, giving my roommate a whole lotta ass as I did.
Was I only ten minutes away from work? Yes. Was I still late a minute or two constantly? Yes again, but honestly, I was happy.
It was just another day, the usual looks and even a suggestion from a customer to write my number down for her, but I kept my cool, “I don’t think my girlfriend would like that,” and the lady just smiled and walked off.
I got the alert on my phone before Jackie even called.
“Baby, what’s happened?”
“Someone rear-ended me on my way to the restaurant.”
“Fuck. Are you okay?”
“Yes… but he took off. Didn’t even stop.”
She sounded shaken.
“Do you need me to come get you?”
“No, tow truck’s on the way. I’ll call you later.”
She hung up.
Around lunch, she called again.
No insurance.
Everything out of pocket.
Money she didn’t have.
Money I barely had.
We fought on my break.
Who the hell drives without insurance?
If she had told me, I would have covered it. We wouldn’t be here.
I hung up pissed. Not just mad. Cornered.
How the hell was I supposed to fix this?
I could drive her to school. Maybe back. But work?
For how long?
By the time we scraped enough together to fix her car, we were looking at months.
Months of this.
I went back to work and just looked around the store. People buying, people walking by, each in their own world, none of them aware that I was on the verge of having a breakdown. I could not just give her my money. I had just started to get my life and finances together.
I could take a second job. I could do the shopping and delivery app that everyone was using. I could even do the car rides app. But it just would not be enough, and not fast enough. I was lost in thought.
“How, how, HOW can I make this right?”
“Hey Adam, how’s it hanging?”
The voice pulled me back to reality. It was James, bright-eyed as he took me all in. The fucking pervert, I thought.
“I’m good. Is this everything for you tonight?” I said, trying to hide my distress in front of this fat fool.
“No, that’s all, young man,” he said as he sized me up, reading my face.
“That’s 19.85. Would you like a bag?” I asked. I wanted to be rid of James. I had too much to worry about.
I reached to get his money when I could not help but notice his crisp, new bill.
“Are you alright, Adam?” His voice had lost all its bravado. It was soft now, almost caring.
I took a deep breath and looked to see no one was directly behind him. The fat ladies were busy doing last-minute shopping of all the things they should not be eating. The poor guy with the spray-painted hair had just walked in. I could not help but notice the back of his shirt was now actively absorbing the black color as it melted off the back of his head at the end of the day.
I met James’s eyes and told him, “My girlfriend was in a car accident. No insurance, and I’m stuck with the bill.”
“She’s okay?” he asked.
I nodded. “Yes,” as I bagged his items.
“Well, that’s good to hear,” he said.
I handed him his change, and his chubby fingers held my hand a little longer than needed. I reflexively looked at him, and he smiled.
“Give me a call. We can work something out,” he said flatly.
I pulled my hand away and shook my head. “I can’t do that, man. I’m not gay,” I whispered.
“That’s what I love about it,” he said with a smirk. “How much is needed?”
Without thinking, I said, “3K… but I’m out, man. I can’t do that.”
“So I’ll make it easy,” he said. “I’m part of a painting club,” he said. “We need a nude model. You need money.”
He said it like it was simple.
Like it solved everything.
And in a way… it did.
but in the worst possible way. I was lost in thought and in turmoil.
“No pressure. You have my number. Think about it. After tomorrow, I will only pay 1,500. After that…” he paused, “…no deal.”
He took his bag and walked out. I could not help but notice his sandals and shorts and Hawaiian shirt he always wore.
“Is everything alright?”
I had not noticed my store manager walking up to the register.
“Guy bothering you?” he asked, looking concerned.
“No, just one of the regular night shoppers,” I said and smiled as the closing customers walked up to check out.
“Good,” he said with a smile. “I’ll start closing the office down while you take care of this.”
And just like that, my boss disappeared and left me to take care of the last of the late-night shoppeers.
On the way home, I talked to Jackie. She was, of course, still shaken from the accident and worried about not being able to make it to school, plus the cost of fixing the car. I mean, we were both just starting our college journey.
We hung up, and I knew what I had to do. I called James.
“Hello.”
James came on the line. Loud. Voices in the background, laughter, glasses clinking. He wasn’t even trying to hide it.
“Uhm, hi James, I wanted to—”
“I’m kinda busy, Adam,” he cut in. “So let’s make sure you still have the goods.”
I paused.
“Send me some nude pics. On your back, standing, on all fours and three flexing.”
Just like that. No hesitation. No lowered voice.
Like this was nothing.
“…yeah,” I said. “I’ll send them.”
“Send them now.”
And he hung up.
I jumped in the shower and bathed faster than I knew I could. I went into my room and set the camera up so it could get the full shot.
I stopped in front of the mirror.
Damn.
I had put in the work. It showed. Bigger, but still lean. Everything tight where it needed to be.
This was the version of me I had been building.
For her.
I reached for the baby oil and rubbed it in slowly.
And now…
Now I was about to send this to James.
I exhaled, shook it off, and kept going. Might as well sell it.
I took several pics of me flexing to the camera. My chest tightened, arms flaring just right, shoulders sitting wide. It showed. All of it. The work, the discipline… the result.
Damn.
Not gonna lie, I looked good.
Better than good.
I shifted slightly, watching how the light hit my body, how everything sat. Defined, controlled. This wasn’t luck. I built this.
I adjusted the camera again.
If I was going to do this… I was going to do it right.
I got on the bed, laid back, hands behind my head, stretching out just enough to open everything up. Chest high, abs tight, legs set. I knew the angles. I knew what worked.
And yeah… my body reacted.
A slow heat, low in my stomach.
Not nerves. Not really.
Something else.
I took the shots anyway.
Paused. Looked.
Yeah. That worked.
But it still didn’t feel like enough.
Not for what he asked.
I exhaled, sat up, and repositioned the camera again.
This part… this was different.
I got on my hands and knees, facing away, holding myself there for a second before settling into it. Back straight, hips up, weight balanced, ass up, my face down on the mattress. Then I thought, well, they are artists, so… I used my right hand and pushed my cock and balls back so they could easily be seen in this position fat and full on full display.
It felt exposed
I adjusted slightly, knowing exactly what it looked like from behind. There was no pretending now. No “this is just for the gym” or “this is just for her.”
I knew what this was.
And I held it anyway.
Took the shots.
Checked them.
A pause.
…yeah.
I sent them.
After five minutes, I had not heard back. I mean, I thought I looked the part, but maybe James decided I did not have the nude art model type of body.
Shit.
I waited five more minutes, then called him.
He did not pick up.
I stared at my phone for a second, my stomach tightening.
What if that was it?
What if he just got what he wanted… and that was it?
Free nudes. Done.
I swallowed and waited another five minutes, then called again.
On the third ring—!
“Hey, Adam,”
I heard the cheer in the background. Loud. Way louder than before.
“Sorry for the noise, I’m out at a party, and well, the crowd can get rowdy.”
He didn’t even try to step away.
Honestly, I just felt relief that he picked up.
“Yeah, I sent—”
“Oh, I saw them,” he cut in.
More cheering.
“That one with you flexing and looking at the camera is hot!” he said, like he was announcing it.
The crowd reacted again.
I paused.
Something about that didn’t sit right.
“But honestly, the one with you pushing your big cock and balls is gold,” he exclaimed, and then shortly another cheer from the crowd.
“I’ll see you tomorrow at my place. Be there at 8. The group arrives at 8:30 sharp. You’ll stay for four hours. Nude the whole time… or no deal.”
I was already in. I had already made up my mind. I needed that money.
“Oh, and one more thing,” he said, the crowd still loud behind him, like none of this was even private. “Make sure you’re shaved clean. Everything. Not a single hair. It’s a painting class… anatomy matters.”
I paused.
Of course it did.
I swallowed.
“Yeah… okay,” I said, flat.
There was a beat, like he already knew I’d say yes.
“Good,” he said. “We can’t wait to have you, Adam. See you tomorrow.”
And just like that, he hung up.
No goodbye. No pause.
A second later, my phone buzzed.
His address.
I put on my shorts, grabbed my razor, and stepped back into the shower. The water ran warm over me as I took my time, working through it slowly, making sure I got every nook and cranny.
I watched as the lines of my body came through cleaner, sharper. My chest, my stomach, the cut of my hips leading down. Even just standing there, I could see it. The work. The definition.
I took a little more care as I moved lower, making sure everything was smooth. It changed how everything looked, how it sat. Cleaner. More exposed. My V line stood out more, drawing the eye without trying.
I shifted, steadying myself, lifting my legs to expose the pink flesh of my hole, I focused on removing any hair from my ass and anus.
I paused for a second, water running down my back, and caught myself thinking about those life drawing classes back in college. The models had always been like this. Clean, defined, nothing to hide. It made sense now in a way it hadn’t before.
When I finished, I stood there a second.
Hairless. Clean. Every line sharper now.
Damn.
I had worked for this.
I dried off and walked out, and immediately froze. I could hear the moaning and grunting coming from my roommate’s room. I walked over, holding my towel, and peeked in, already horny from the sounds and bodies slapping.
“Yeah, baby, I’m a bad girl,” Jennifer purred.
I looked in and saw her hands tied to the headboard, straps running from her knees back to a main strap around her neck.
“You dirty girl, you ready?”
Kevin was between her legs, his cock rubbing along her pussy, teasing her.
“Yes, baby,” she pleaded.
He plunged in with no warning, and she squealed, a mix of pain and pleasure.
From the doorway, I could see everything. His cock driving in and out of her, both of them drunk, lost in it. Every thrust made his ass clap, opening just enough to flash that pink hole before snapping shut again. His balls slapped against her with every stroke.
Fuck.
I had seen Kevin in all kinds of situations, but never like this. This was better than a fucking porno.
For a second, I pictured it being me. My dick, her body.
My hand moved on its own. I wrapped my fingers around my cock and started stroking, matching his rhythm. Slow at first, then faster as they picked up speed.
But after a while, it wasn’t her I was watching.
It was him.
His balls. His ass. That tight hole flexing with every thrust.
I used my other hand to brush over my shaved chest, pinching at my nipples, then sliding down to my nuts, tugging at them, feeling everything sharper, more exposed.
Then it happened.
They hit it at the same time. That point where there’s no stopping.
Jennifer reached back, her fingers trailing down until she started tapping at his asshole.
“Fuck, baby… you dirty girl,” he grunted.
She came hard, her whole body shaking, breath breaking apart in her chest.
“I’m cumming!” Kevin shouted.
I watched as his body tensed, his cock swelling before he started unloading, his balls tightening and releasing. She freed her hand, Her finger slipped into him to the first knuckle, and his whole body reacted, tightening around it.
I came right with them.
Two hard shots into my hand and shorts, my hips jerking forward as I tried to stay quiet, eyes locked on him.
Kevin collapsed forward onto her, breathing heavy. She didn’t stop. She slipped the rest of her finger into his quivering hole.
“Fuuuccckk,” he grunted, my eyes wide as I watched big muscular Kevin with a finger deep in his ass as his muscles flexed reflexively, his bulbous ass spread from this angle giving me a glorious view of his pink hole, his body heaving from exhaustion and I could not help and see the delirious smile on his girls face of utter satisfaction.
I quickly made my way to my room and cleaned off before just laying in my bed, feeling a little confused about the whole thing, but there was no time to think.
Tomorrow I was going to be a nude model to a group of men, and I needed that money so bad. I would have to come to terms with being nude and flexing and getting into questionable positions for three hours to get my money, leave and not look back.
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