I stood there, in front of the still-wet painting. It gripped me, pulled me in, made me tingle, feel on edge. I wanted it; I wanted to be it. I wasn't it yet. The painting was of me, but it somehow was more alive, more aroused, nearer the pinnacle. I could see it everywhere, mostly in the eyes, I thought. They were so alive, so satisfied and . . . completed....
Carl is a popular male nude photo model. He had just finished a photo shoot in Jamaica and decided to stay over a couple of days to enjoy the sun a bit before going back to New York. He was staying at a fantastic resort and decided to head over to the pool to catch a few rays. At the pool he checked out the crowd and spotted a huge muscular guy sitting off b...
When I was in my 20s, I worked as a figure drawing model for art classes and private groups. I am now writing about these experiences. My wife and I were both graduate students. We lived in a very affluent university town. To make extra money, I worked as a nude model. One day at a private drawing group, after I had finished my last pose, a new man in th...
This all happened over thirty years ago, when I was in my mid-20s. I was a graduate student, and I lived on a small stipend from my teaching assistantship. To make extra money, I worked as a figure drawing model. One day, during break, I was talking to a female model who was posing for another class at the university where I both posed and studied. She told...
Kenny stunk. He didn't have to be told, he could smell his own stench. How many days had passed now without a bath were unknown, he just knew it had been over a week and he was smelling ripe. It wasn't that there was no water. He was on an island, after all, there was water everywhere. However, there were things in the water... things that might bite. Possi...
I went to college at a small liberal arts college in New England. In high school I was a cross between a jock and an art geek. About 5'11" with sandy blond hair, I played on the soccer and Frisbee teams while spending the rest of my time painting and drawing. Going to a small college let me pursue all of my passions. I signed up for the frisbee and soccer t...
“No, I’m not interested!” a man screamed as he slammed his door in the face of two mormon missionaries. Elder Smith and Elder Wood had been struggling ever since they had been put together as companions. They were serving their missions in New York City, which wasn’t a bad place, but they just couldn’t seem to find anyone to wanted to listen to their message...
**Nick is pissed off and getting drunk, knowing he should stop. But when he sees the hot blond superstud come walking in the bar it gives him every reason to drink all the more!** ***** New York City Nick was sitting at the bar at Jilly's on Fifth Avenue nursing his fifth scotch and soda and trying not to slug it down like he had the others. He was pissed...
I was cutting the grass on a hot July afternoon, trying to think up an excuse to quit, when I looked up my driveway. Joe, a good buddy I know from work was just pulling in, in his old beat up car. I knew and bull shitted with a lot of guys from work but Joe was special. Through the years, we had shared a lot of personal stories in private, about ourselves,...
My name is Stephen, Steve to my friends this is my story; I am a Media Graphic Art student in my middle year at a Glasgow University, my grades in my first year were very good and my finals for my second year are just over three months away in June. I was brought up in the Scottish Borders near Kelso by my mother and father who are helping to fund my studi...