When I looked outside the next morning, the first thing I saw was the sun dabbling across Levi's apartment. Levi lived about three doors down from me, so from my window, I could see his whole building bathed in the soft warm light. But there was no sign of Levi himself, at least not at that moment.
"Hey Josh?" came Brandon's voice.
I turned away from the window. Brandon was in the middle of a shower, and he'd left my bathroom door open, so I could see his still-naked body inside.
"Do you have any more shampoo?" he asked. "This bottle is out."
"Sorry," I said. I stepped over to a cabinet and grabbed a fresh bottle. Then I handed it to Brandon, took the empty one, and threw it in the trash.
"Thanks man," Brandon said. He poured some shampoo on his hands, and he lathered up his hair.
"So," I said as I took in the sight, "do you want me to make you a coffee or something?"
"No thanks, I'm good," he said. He slung his head back and let the water pour over him. "I'm not much of a coffee drinker. And I've gotta get to work... my real job I mean."
"That's cool," I said. "I've got work today too."
Brandon turned so his cock and balls were facing me. Then he took some body wash and started scrubbing his pits. "So what do you do for a living?" he asked. "I mean when you're not getting naked for money."
"Ha!" I said. "Well, it's nowhere near as sexy as that. I do corporate procurement."
"Hey, not every job's gotta be sexy," he said. "I mean hell, look at me."
I wasn't sure what to say to that. Especially since I couldn't take my eyes off Brandon's dripping nude body. "H-how do you mean?"
"I'm a building manager," he said, "at the Alonzo Apartments. So for me, a bad day at work can mean cleaning up a helluva lot of shit. Literally."
"That sucks."
"Well, it's a paycheck," he said as he rinsed the suds off his skin. He turned around one last time, then turned off the water. "I guess the main thing is, it's flexible enough that I can do what I really want."
"You mean modeling?"
"For example," he said as he grabbed a towel and started drying himself off. "Speaking of which, when's your next gig?"
"I don't know yet. I still need to sign up for it."
Brandon ran the towel along his crotch, which made his package jiggle ever so slightly. "Mine is Thursday afternoon," he said. "I'm gonna be tied up the next few nights, but if you're free Thursday—"
"I hope so," I said. "It's going to depend on my meetings."
"Meetings where?"
"Oh, they're all virtual," I said. "I work from home. It's just hard to know what my schedule will be."
"No pressure," he said. "By the way, where do you want me to put this towel?"
"Oh, uh... you can just hang it there," I said, and I pointed to my right.
"Cool," he said as he did as he was told. Then he headed for the bedroom, still fully nude. "Here," he said as he picked his shorts off the floor, pulled out his phone, and unlocked it. "Put in your number."
"Absolutely," I said.
Brandon picked up his boxer briefs, untangled them, and put them on. "You know," he said, "if you want, I can introduce you to my friend. The photography instructor. He's got a ton of connections, and he's a great guy to have around...."
"Yeah," was all I could think to say.
"I'm not gonna lie though, he drives me crazy sometimes."
I shrugged. "He sounds like a real artist."
"That's one way to put it," Brandon said. He pulled up his shorts, reached inside them, and adjusted his junk.
I finished putting my number in Brandon's phone, and I handed it back. "Anyway, yeah," I said, "just let me know when you're free."
"Oh believe me, I will." Brandon walked over to his shirt, which was clear across the room. "I just wish I didn't have to go now."
"Well... i-it's all good—"
"I had a good time last night," he said. "I hope you did too."
I licked my lips. I couldn't help thinking how Brandon's ass had worked my cock. Not to mention how he'd kept begging for more. "It was awesome," I said.
"Glad to hear it," he said. By now Brandon was fully dressed, and he leaned in for a kiss.
"Mm," I said. My tongue curled around his, and I tasted his spit, and all I could think was how I wanted more. I put my hands on his ass, and I was tempted to pull him back in my bed, but then Brandon pulled away.
"You know," he said, "if you talk to Terri or whoever... maybe don't tell her about this. I wouldn't want her to get all worked up about it."
I felt a pang of disappointment, but I knew Brandon was right. "Yeah," I said. "No one needs to know."
"Awesome," he said, and he gave me one last peck on the lips. "Take care man." And with that, he slung his backpack over his shoulder, and he walked out the door.
I just stood there for a minute and stared at my bed. The sheets were all twisted around, and I noticed they had some dried cum stains. I pulled the sheets off the bed, and I threw them in the laundry, along with the towel Brandon had just used. Then I started the wash.
I was about to log into work when I saw movement outside my window. I looked more closely and saw Doug leaving Levi's apartment, wearing the same outfit as the night before.
My first reaction was jealously, knowing Doug had just slept with Levi; but then I thought how hot it must've been. Had Doug gotten to suck Levi's dick, or maybe taken him up the ass? Or had Doug been the one to fuck Levi? Or, better yet, maybe they'd flipped? Hell, for all I knew, Doug could still smell of Levi's cum... or maybe he had a load leaking out of his hole....
I shook my head and tried to put those thoughts aside. I knew I needed to focus on work, which would already be hard enough. Plus I wanted to keep things in perspective: Levi was still just a crush, so I didn't want to be weird about him, especially since I'd just slept with Brandon.
My work day was pretty normal, at least on the surface: a bunch of emails, spreadsheets, and Zoom meetings. I did feel like I was harboring a dirty secret. I knew my gig must've generated dozens of naked pictures, from drawings to whatever else, and I had no idea where those images could end up. Yet my coworkers had no clue about any of that.
I checked my schedule for that Thursday, and I rescheduled all my meetings that day. Then I went on the school's website to sign up for more gigs. I texted Brandon to ask when he was working, but before he could respond, my mom called.
"Aw shit," I said without thinking. I wanted to let Mom go to voicemail, but I knew I'd already blown her off the night before. So I picked up the phone. "Hey."
"Hi sweetie," Mom said. "I hadn't heard from you in a while."
I just shrugged. I wasn't about to tell her what I'd been up to. "Well," I said, "I've been busy...."
"I have good news about Grandma," she said.
"Uh-huh," I said. I didn't feel like I needed to know the details, but I knew they were important to Mom. Not go mention the more time she spent talking about that stuff, the less time she'd have to ask me prying questions.
"Doctor Lal says she's doing better than he expected," Mom was saying. "And she got approved for her new wheelchair, which should make it easier to get around. So I was thinking, you know how much she loves FinestFest, so we might be able to take her this year...."
"That's good," I said. I felt my phone buzz, and I saw Brandon had responded to my text. I put the phone on speaker so I could multitask.
Mom gave me the rundown on still more family drama, from my cousin's relationship problems, to the neighbors' dog barking all night. I mostly just feigned interest, since my real focus was on my modeling schedule.
I managed to get through the whole call without Mom asking me personal questions— not that I would've answered them anyway. By the time we hung up, I'd signed up for a whole bunch more gigs, including one that Thursday. Most of these gigs were in drawing classes, though a few were in painting or sculpting classes. I sent all the details to Brandon.
I felt like Thursday couldn't get there soon enough. I forced myself to stick to my usual routine, both with my work and my family, so no one would know what was up. Or at least I hoped they wouldn't.
Then, when the day came, Brandon texted me again.
Remember, before my gig I'll need to jack off, he wrote. Do you wanna join me?
I fumbled with my phone, and I almost dropped it. Then I managed to type out the words: Hell yeah!
Awesome, he wrote back. Come over about three. Then he gave me his address, which was walking distance from mine.
Brandon wanted to be super discreet, so he asked me to meet him at a side door. At first I was worried he might work from home too— since he'd mentioned being a building manager— but it turned out his apartment was separate from his office. Even so, he wanted to avoid any tenants seeing us.
"You know," I said, "you could've just come back to my place."
"I know," he said as he locked the door behind us. "But I figured you might want to see this." He reached into a bookshelf, and he pulled out a photo book.
"What is it?"
"It's what got me into modeling."
The book was titled The Lavandula League, with photographs by Jean-Jacques Tremblay. The cover was pretty tame: Brandon was one of a few shirtless men visible from the chest up. But when I opened the book, I saw their full nudes in all their sexy glory. "Woah," I said. "You all look like athletes."
"We're a basketball league," he said. "The whole idea is to raise money for charity. And we still do it to this day."
I paged through the book. These boys were definitely tall and well-toned, so they made for great-looking models. They made me feel a little self-conscious, since I wasn't sure if I could live up to their standards. It felt like all of these shots were works of art— which I guess they were— showing off their bodies in all kinds of positions.
"I've got more where this came from," Brandon said as he pointed to his bookshelf. "This was just the first project I worked on. With many more to follow."
"Wow," I said. "I had no idea you were so prolific."
"I dunno," he said, "I've just been doing it for a while. But check out the picture on page ten, the one with the rocks."
I turned the page and saw a picture of five guys standing on boulders. I recognized Brandon as the one in the middle, though he had his ass to the camera with his head turned to the side. The other four were facing the camera with their cocks and balls in full view.
