I live in the big city not far from a famous art college. It's alumni have gone on to high paid jobs in the graphics art field or as illustrators.
One of it's classes is figure drawing. Students are required to draw a model. He or she is viewed sometimes the back, sometimes the front.
I've always kept myself in good physical shape because I actually enjoy lifting weights. I'm 32 years old, five foot ten. I have very well developed deltoid, pectoral and lateral muscles, and arms. I have a flat stomach. Thousands of hours spent at the gym during the past 14 years, straining, sweating and making muscles burn have paid dividends.
An add was published in the local paper saying that the college was seeking models to pose nude. Qualified male applicants should be muscular and not shy. Applicants may contact the art department and send a photo there. The name, address and phone number of the chairman of the department was given. Pay will be $25 per hour.
I could always use the money to supplement my income I thought. Besides that, it could be interesting. Putting down the news paper I set up my camera on it's tripod, adjusted the lighting, triggered the self timer and posed. The camera shot the first photo of me sitting on a chair. Again I set the timer. This time I lay on my side on the bed. The camera shot the second picture.
At that point in my life I was not dating anyone. Stephanie and I had separated 8 months earlier after over differences of opinion. I had put her out of my mind.
I consider myself bisexual although It's not often that I have sex with men. The last time had been about four months ago.
Anyway all I could do now was wait for the college to reply. In the meantime I kept working at my day job. I photograph people for a living. Generally it's high school students for their year book. I've done weddings. To be the subject on this occasion would be a first for me.
A few days later while I relaxed in the recliner in my living room I received a phone call. I had been home for perhaps a half hour.
"Mr. Nichols," said a woman's voice.
"Speaking," I replied.
"This is Elaine Poti from Simmons Art College. We have accepted you to pose for our figure drawing classes."
"I'll be there."
"Can you come tomorrow by 755? The first class is at 830."
We both knew that I would need time to find the class room as the school is quite large.
Alighting from the bus I made my way across the campus grounds toward the main building. A stranger gave me some directions and I found the department within ten minutes.
There were twenty stools in the room. Each had an easel with a holder for crayons, pencils or charcoal pencils. At the front of the room some ten feet from the front row of seats a single stool was positioned. The mixed group comprised 8 girls, 10 boys, and two empty places. The art instructor had a desk in the corner opposite the door.
Meeting him a few moments earlier gave us a chance to get to know each other. Mr.Vittorio, an Italian from a small town near Naples, had been in this country for ten years. He was certainly a handsome man. He had almost black hair, brown eyes, and tanned complexion.
Gay or bisexual men can always sense when another guy is attracted sexually. It's a matter of following his eyes.
Shortly after class began that morning I walked into the room, took off my robe and sat naked on the stool with legs spread and hands on my knees. I looked out at the students as they worked.
