The Model's Secret: Part 1/2

Years ago (back when X was Twitter, and I was still using it), I found a set of photos of a random model in various locations. I crafted a short story over 6 tweets and posted it, and I found the photos again this week cleaning out a hard drive. I decided to flesh it out into actual erotica, and I'll post Part 1 here, and Part 2 after Christmas. Hope you like it, and of course, the original photos are in the server for VIP members!

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Getting out of my car, I adjusted my flannel shirt and headed into the park, trying to walk fast to avoid the confused glances from the people around me. It was early, and everyone around me was wearing athleisure and running along the manicured trails with their dogs. I, on the other hand, was dressed in jeans and a sleeveless flannel shirt. Oh, did I mention that I was also holding an axe? Yeah, that was probably the main reason for the weird looks.

Walking quickly away from the parking lot, I followed the route that my agent had sent me deep into the woods, and people started clearing out as I got closer. Finally, I heard the familiar click of a camera, and I saw my agent, a new photographer, and a creative director, Mark, that I often worked with in a small clearing off of the trail.

“Good morning, Tony- meet Pablo, he’ll be capturing you today.”

Extending my hand, he grabbed it in a firm grip before silently turning around and letting Mark begin setting up poses for me. We were just doing some test shots for this photographer, so I didn’t have to worry about what I was selling. That freedom put me at ease as I began posing, sitting on the fallen logs and playing around with the axe that Charlie had given to me at his office yesterday. He didn’t want to carry it with him, so he jokingly said I could practice embodying a lumberjack last night.

“Okay Mark, that looks good, but let’s have Tony pose a bit with his shirt undone.”

Well, I knew this was coming. I’d tried to be a serious model back in my youth, but the waifish look was in, and I could never attain that. That had let to fitness modeling, and I never broke out of that shell. Pulling open the buttons on my shirt, I exposed my chest to Pablo who only answered with a more rapid barrage of photos as he got more into it. My thick pecs and washboard abs were captured from every angle, and I flexed my biceps in every direction.

“Hey Tony, unbutton those jeans a little bit for us and show off that jockstrap.”

Every photoshoot worked exactly the same- I could do these in my sleep. These websites, the ones that pretended that they weren’t porn sites, would always end with these photos. I’d unzip my jeans, show off the waistband or the faintest peek at my bulge, and that was it. I used to feel dirty doing these, but now it was just a paycheck. It’s not like I ever went too far with them.

“Okay, now drop the shirt.”

Standing back up, I gave a few more poses as the shoot wrapped up.

“Now Tony, let’s really give Pablo some good shots- drop those jeans for us.”

“Wait, what?”

“Just below your underwear.”

“Charlie- I’m wearing a jockstrap.”

“Yeah, that’s fine.”

Looking over at Mark, he just shrugged- he was running the photo shoot, but Charlie was the one in charge of him. Hoping that my paycheck matched what I was doing, I pulled my jeans down below my ass and faced it towards the camera. I was hoping that this would be quick, but that hope would fade away once Mark stepped forward and helped me out of my jeans. He pulled off my boots as I sat on that stump before my jeans were unceremoniously pulled off. I barely had time to get my shoes back on before he was calling out new poses.

This just felt different, and it wasn’t just my outfit. I was used to wearing suits for Big and Tall stores or posing in gyms- I wasn’t used to standing in the woods in just a jockstrap. And I definitely wasn’t used to what Charlie said next.

“Hey Tony, we need to be quick on these, but go ahead and step out of that jockstrap.”

“What?!”

I was shocked at that, but he seemed completely calm as he repeated his request. Well, I guess calling it a demand would be more accurate. I wanted to get dressed again and head to my car, but I was a working model- I wasn’t part of a big agency. I got paid after the shoot was over, and if I didn’t finish, then no money.

So, against all better judgement, I stepped out of my jockstrap and watched as Mark pulled it out of reach to lay on the camera bag near him.

I was naked.

Completely and totally naked.

Mark was calling out poses like this was all normal, and I looked at everyone’s faces to see that nothing seemed amiss. Pablo was apparently used to nude photography, but the other two men knew that I wasn’t. Charlie should have been the one advocating for me, but he seemed pleased with the results so far.

I was instructed to sit on the stump, and I did. I was then instructed to start stroking off.

“What the fuck, Charlie?”

“Don’t worry, Pablo won’t take photos for a bit, but I want to see you ha- erect for a few shots. Then we’ll be done.”

All three of them turned around before I could even try to object, and I knew that it was pointless. I was stuck, and the only way to get dressed again was to get hard and take a few more photos. Fuck, I can’t believe I was doing this. Leaning back, I spit into my hand as quietly as I could and began stroking my cock.

It took no time at all for me to get hard, and that embarrassed me a bit. I didn’t want to act like this was turning me on, but I couldn’t help myself. This whole scenario, as insane as it was, could not be more erotic no matter how much my logical brain tried to convince me otherwise. I was stroking off in public as three sexy men waited to turn around and admire me. This was nuts, but my cock had never been harder.

“Okay.”

I tried to make my voice come out steady and calm, but it was useless. Ecstasy was racing through my veins as I took my hand off my thick cock and watched as Pablo took a final set of photos. My cock never dipped once until I was finally allowed to get dressed again.

“Okay Tony, meet me at my office tomorrow to go over the pics, and we’ll chat then- I have another shoot to get to now.”

Quickly getting dressed, I wanted to catch up to him and ask him what the hell just happened, but he was already too far down the trail. Stuffing my hard cock back into my jeans, I just gave an awkward goodbye to the two remaining men and headed towards my car. Once I got back to the parking lot, I saw Charlie’s car speed out of the lot, and I pulled out my phone. Typing in a number not in my contacts, I waited for the man to answer.

“Hey sweetie.”

“Babe, was Charlie weird this morning when he left?”

“Not really, why?”

I didn’t even know where to begin, so I just spilled everything. Paul listened to everything without saying a word. He was Charlie’s husband, and for the past few months, we’d been sleeping together behind Charlie’s back. It had been a drunken accident after an industry party, but it just never stopped. I felt awful about it, but not bad enough to stop unfortunately.

“Well, I guess you’ll just have to wait until tomorrow to see what he says. I’ll find out anything I can here.”

“Okay, talk to you later. If not, are we still on for Friday?”

“Of course.”