I took my place at the center of this man’s art studio and undid my belt, letting my pants drop to my ankles. It was revealing my boxer-briefs now, which were clinging tightly to my body.

I watched Sam’s eyes grow huge with surprise as he quickly tried to avert his gaze and train his eyes back on his canvas, his pencil poised.

“And the shirt.” He commanded.

Jeez, this guy needs to get a grip… I thought to myself. He was bossing me around since I’d arrived, and even days before when we were in the studio together. It was strange—it’s like he wanted me to do exactly what he said, but at the same time, wanted to take care of me and make me comfortable.

I unbuttoned my shirt, making sure to go slow. Ironically, it felt like I was the one in control. Sure, I was doing this because I was getting paid to do it, but still, it gave me a feeling that I could control Sam by baiting him with my body like this. Unlike the past few months, doing this made me feel like I had power. And I liked that power.

Slowly, ever so slowly, I reached up and unbuttoned my shirt, carefully button by button, tugging at the fabric until it gave way and I bared my chest. Surprisingly, it wasn’t cold here in this studio, where the entire wall was made of windows. It was so bright, and I knew the light was shimmering on my swimmer body.

I was seized by a moment of panic as I went back to being in the mindset of being that fat kid again.

“Don’t do that.” Sam grunted from his chair.

“Do what?” I asked.

“Don’t hunch over like that.” He said, “Arch your back like the way you were doing before, like your body is a sail catching the wind.”

“Oh… Like this?” I asked, straightening out and arching my back into a curve.

“Perfect,” he praised, the word unfurling from his mouth.

I liked this. I liked when he complimented me. I craved the praise. I wanted to please him.

But this didn’t make any sense. I was straight; I liked women. Right?

But then, a nasty little voice in my head was asking me how long it had been since I’d been with a woman. I’d lost track.

In high school, I’d dated a few girls here and there, and in college I was so driven that it never really struck me to find a girlfriend. Sure I had girls hanging around me all the time because I was on the swim team, and I’m sure the other guys just assumed that I was getting laid constantly. They always teased me about how many women I had in my orbit. But I never really took anything further than simple flirting.

Flirting was second nature to me now; it was the language of getting what I wanted. For me, it wasn’t linked to desire at all.

But that’s what I felt now—an inkling of desire for this person in front of me. This man that looked at me and gave me something, something I couldn’t quite put my finger on.

My cock twitched in my boxer-briefs and pushed against the thin fabric.

I glanced over at Sam, who had been studiously working on the canvas and glancing at me. But then his eyes flickered over to me and travelled down my body. I knew he saw. The look of lust that shifted across his face made me even harder.

I liked this. And I fully felt like I could leave at any time. But I didn’t want to; not right now.

And… er… yes, I was getting paid for this. I told myself. But I truly enjoyed posing in front of him as a model.

Sam’s hazel eyes flickered back up to me, and I saw how they caught the light. And he was looking at me like I was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen.

For the first time, I truly felt desired.

“Take off the boxer-briefs.” He said, biting his lip.

I bit mine too, feeling thick desire course through me.

Could it be…? Was I bisexual?

All I had known was that I’d never felt something like this before. But there was something so… desirable about Sam. I couldn’t tell if it was actual desire, or the feeling of being desired, or both, but in that moment I didn’t care. Whatever was happening…. I liked it.

And my body liked it.

“Take them off!” Sam barked sternly.

“Okay, okay, hold your horses!” I said, peeling off my boxer briefs down my legs and letting my erect cock bounce out.

He stared at it, motionless for a moment, stunned. Like he had just opened a Christmas present that he’d been wanting for a long time. I heard him swallow.

I was teasing him, enjoying the power I had up here on my pedestal. I liked being looked at like this. That didn’t mean I was gay, right? It just meant I liked admiration. But this admiration stirred something deep within me; something that I had missed and needed my whole life.

“It’s rude to stare.” I said playfully, fully enjoying the control I had over this moment.

Without saying anything, his eyes darted back to the drawing.

It was like he was pretending he hadn’t noticed me fully erect and ready to go. He was a true professional.

But there was a part of me that wanted him to. That wanted him to take it further, and I was curious.

As long as no one ever knew.

“How do you want me to stand?” I asked, pretending not to be completely ignited by his gaze. I never thought I would have a thing for a man, but here I was, standing in front of him, completely naked.

“You… you’re perfect.” He said, his eyes glowing with some kind of mania. Like I was the only thing he’d ever seen that was true, and like I was the last thing he would ever see that was true.

I knew it would have to be me who made the first move.

Boldly seizing my chance, I stepped down off the pedestal and walked toward him.

He looked up from his artwork and did a double-take.

“What do you think you’re doing?” He asked. It wasn’t a bossy tone; it was soft, filled with hope.

“I want to see what you see,” I breathed.

We both knew I wasn’t talking about his drawing.

Not breaking my gaze, his hazel eyes shifted to a dark, lustful green as he stood up in front of me.

I had to raise my chin to follow his gaze as he towered over me. The animal magnetism between us was almost too much to bear.

I pressed myself against his big chest. And suddenly, everything felt right. I was overcome with lust, and my cock twitched and stood straight up.

He was looking down at me with sheer fucking lust in those intense eyes of his.

I felt so desired.

Then he leaned in, lips puckered with an invitation.

I accepted, leaning in and closing the gap.

All of a sudden his lips were on mine, and I pushed myself into his face, melding my body around his. I wanted to take form against him, against this tall, hulking man filled with mystery. I wanted to know more about him.

No, I needed to know.

We were kissing heavily and grinding into each other, pressing our bodies so close that I thought I would merge with him.

All thoughts of gay or straight or women or men went out the window at this point. I just wanted him; I wanted the person in front of me. If that made me gay or whatever I no longer gave a fuck.

Both of us were erect; I could feel his impressively huge member pressing against his pants, begging to be released.

I pressed my pelvis against his, so that our cocks were rubbing against one another. They grazed each other on the sensitive undersides, sending shivers up my spine.

Sam let a moan escape as he began to breath heavily, still pressing his lips against mine and tasting me. There was only the sound of our moans and a magnetism in the air, the buzzing pressing in on my ears. I began to caress his body, and his huge hands began to move up and down mine.

Then he pulled his face away from me, and I leaned forward begging for more, needing that kiss for complete sustenance. I was starving without it.

“Get on the couch.” He commanded.

I was taken aback for a moment, unaccustomed to being bossed around like this. But I couldn’t deny that I liked it; I liked it a lot.

“I said, get on the couch.” He growled, his eyes full of command.

I leaned forward to kiss him again, but he pulled away. It was clear that the only way I could keep this… deliciousness going was to do what he said.

“Okay,” I said, and turned to go get on the couch.

But he stopped me, grabbing my arm, spinning me back around to face him and then held a commanding finger in my face like a disciplinarian.

“When you speak to me this way, you will not say ‘okay.’ You will say, “Yes, sir, you hear?”

I nodded and turned to go to the couch, but he held me steady.

“And one more thing,” He continued, “Anything you don’t like, anything that goes too far in any way, you tell me.” He smiled a little, asking for a response with his eyes.

This was getting me hot. I felt another pulse squeeze into my already hard cock.

“Yes sir.” I breathed.

I had heard about people having sex like this, and seen some of this kind of stuff on Pornhub, but this seemed different. This seemed better; more intimate. Sam clearly knew what he was doing— he was obviously quite experienced.

I felt strong. I felt validated. And most of all, I felt powerful. All emotional needs that I didn’t realized I’d been fucking starving for.

I was so excited to see what physical needs I’d been neglecting that Sam could satisfy…

“You are so fucking beautiful,” He uttered as he kissed me again. We were standing next to the couch. Then he grabbed my hair and pulled it back, forcing me to bear my neck. And his mouth was on it, sending a trail of kisses from my ear down to my collarbone.

I moaned; I couldn’t help it. It felt electric. Nothing I hadn’t done before, but for some reason this time, with Sam, it felt like there was lighting in my body. There was something so different and right about this…

“Now get down on the couch.” He commanded, his eyes hard as steel.

“Yes sir.” I relented.