Enticingly Unnaked

"How about I treat you to a drink? You must be thirsty from all that naked time on the platform."

I had just climbed down from the velvet-covered bench on the platform where I'd been posing, in the nude, for the past hour for Chad Simmons's Savannah College of Art and Design night school art class. I'd barely had time to shrug my white cotton dress shirt over my shoulders. That didn't stop the man from sidling up to me and taking liberties, though. He had a hand on my bare butt. I wasn't surprised; I'd been expecting him to leap up on the platform with me and try to cover me since half way through the art session.

Truth be told, I was kind of aroused that I'd have an effect like that on a good-looking guy.

I looked over at Chad Simmons. He was cleaning some brushes and talking to the last of the other art students who were already filing out of the room. I'd only taken this gig to be near Chad, wanting it to be him asking me the "How about a drink at my place?" question. But the art professor was being very polite and standoffish about it all. I'd hoped when he saw me naked it would turn him on?like seeing him in a Speedo out at his Tybee Island beach house a couple of weeks ago had turned me on. But he was showing less interest in me naked than when we passed in the hallways.

"Drinks?" I said, turning my face back to the fiftyish local businessman?a very successful Lexus dealer, as I recall being told?with a large townhouse just off Chatham Square, within walking distance of here, that he had all to himself. He was tall and distinguished looking, with wavy gray hair, a manicured look about him, and a perpetual deep tan. His body obviously gym cared for. Some sort of South American. Brazilian or Colombian, which probably answered for how deep the tan looked. Maybe into more than just automobiles. Really smooth. Not so great with the painting, though, I could tell, because we were standing next to his canvas. He'd made my butt too big, and he'd obviously stood at my butt end to do the painting. Everyone else did side views. I'd heard rumors about him taking willing male students from SCAD to his place and paying them top dollar.

I couldn't deny that I was a willing student?for a price.

"Sure, at my place; it's just a short distance from here, closer than any of the bars," Rafael Perez said. He still had his palm on my butt, but he was moving it around and squeezing a bit. It was obvious he was a butt man. The fact that I was letting him hold it there no doubt told him that I was for sale?and maybe I was?but only for the right price if I didn't want the guy. I'd give it away for free to Chad Simmons, but for the right price I could be had by the Rafael Perezes of the world. I had college expenses just like everyone else. And, being a student in the drama and film-making department, I had plenty of offers too.

Letting him palm and pet me there helped him be pretty bold.

"I'd just need a couple of hours of your time. And I'd pay you $100 an hour. For a high-quality hour, of course."

I looked over at Chad Simmons, who, seeing that I was still here, walked over to us. Perez took his hand off my butt, stepped back, and turned and looked at his canvas like he was trying to decide what else to do with it. I thought he probably could make the butt smaller and there'd be a 100 percent improvement.

"Before you go, Jason . . ."

"Yes, professor?" I said, stepping into my jeans and turning to him as he walked up to me, looking every inch the sultry dark and sexily hairy young hunk that he was. He could have been a movie star as easily as an art professor. And I knew he was gay, because everyone knew he'd had an older lover who had died and left him that mansion with the private beach on Tybee Island that the art students had been invited to recently.

I left my shirt open and hanging off my shoulders, leaving the fly of my jeans open and my dong hanging out. I knew I looked like an Abercrombie and Fitch model poster that even A