Earning My Keep in College

My entrance to college as a freshman was paid for by modeling in some porno flicks I had become involved in during a summer job with a newspaper but once enrolled I was on my own again. Every month there was the room and board to pay for and it wasn't cheap. I was fast running low on money and decided to check out the job board at the student union.

There wasn't much there, most of the jobs required transportation and I was carless. I needed something I could walk to, preferably on campus. I noticed there was one ad saying that the Art Department had jobs available and the money mentioned was pretty good so I decided to call the number listed and see what happened. I reached a rather stiff sounding woman who said that the Art Dept. indeed had job openings for inexperienced students, how patronizing, but that I needed to make an appointment to see the Teaching Assistant in charge.

So I did and the next day found myself in front of the desk of a guy in his late twenties, long hair, Levis, muscle shirt, and a chain smoker. He explained that the jobs available were modeling jobs in the art classes and if I did well that there were opportunities to model privately for artists that called in for models. I said it sounded great to me and he said to wait a minute, as he needed to explain that the job required that I be nude in front of the classes and hold poses for up to 30 minutes.

My mind went back to my summer job and thought "well at least I won't have to be sucking a cock at the same time" and promptly started getting hard in my khaki shorts. I said that that was ok with me and he said fine and that I would be starting the next week but that today he needed to take some pictures of me for their model portfolio the professors chose models from for their classes.

He asked me to strip down and he busied himself getting a camera ready. I had calmed enough that when I was naked my cock was only slightly engorged but still not really flaccid. He smiled when he checked me out and put me though several poses and busily clicked away. He told me I could get dressed and he would be calling me with a schedule I could pick from. On his way out he said "oh, yeah, we get calls from the Medical School for models who would be willing to be exhibits in their anatomy lectures...and of course that would also be nude work...was I interested...?"

Naturally I said yes. The first job I had with the Art Department was a three-hour session with about 20 students and went really great. That is I didn't spring a hardon and only slightly dripped as I did find the experience a real turn-on. I love being naked in front of people, especially strangers. Being a naked model made me the center of attention. Of course, I wasn't too pleased with the attitude of some of the students.

They treated my like a piece of meat and were not at all friendly. I was not too comfortable telling my fraternity brothers about my new job so I decided to keep it to myself and hope that the word didn't get out. The one time I had brought up the subject to get their reactions I had heard loud comments about "oh, yeah, what do you bet those guys are all queer." It didn't take long for me to be working pretty steadily and the TA became a friend.

I had gotten to know him well enough that I shared my summer job with him and he loved hearing all the details of how the shooting was done on gay porno flicks and we even went to see one at a gay movie house. One day he called and said that one of the professors would like me to work Saturday at a private art class he was holding at his home. I said the work sounded great and the TA shared that the class was made up of gay artists and would probably be mostly erotic poses as there was to be another male model involved...did I mind.

I said "of course not" and spent a fantastic Saturday with another student demonstrating various male to male sexual positions while they sketched furiously...the professor was pleased with my performance and said he would be calling me back. Later that month I got a call that I had been picked out of the portfolio by a medical professor because of my build to be an exhibit at one of his lectures and did I want the gig. I agreed and showed up at the Medical School about half an hour early having never done that type of modeling before.

The doctor/professor was middle-aged, nice looking, and kind of harried in his manner. He had me come along with him and once in the lecture hall he just sort of ignored me while he prepared for the class. Once it started he looked around and when he caught sight of me still waiting fully dressed, he said "what are you doing you're supposed to be naked." The class laughed loudly and I turned red and began shucking my clothes as quickly as I could.

Standing there in front of those medical students, and they were practically all male, was embarrassing for me as the doctor was using a pointer and as he talked about a certain anatomical feature he pointed it out, touching my body with the stick. He had me lifting my arms, bending over, lifting my legs, and when it appeared that my excitement at being nude in front of the class was going to result in an erection he threw cold water on me metaphorically. He said "please control your sex that comes in a later class" and the classes laughter cooled me off immediately.

At the end of that hour and a half I was exhausted and depressed. It wasn't that much fun...but the doctor said he was pleased and that he wasn't kidding about an erection coming in a later class and if I wanted it there was a class coming up in which he would want me to get an erection as part of the exhibit. I said great!

As the year progressed the word did get around at my fraternity that I was modeling and there were brothers that decided to test my "masculinity" and I did do that nude lecture on sexual anatomy but those are different stories I will hold for later. I had found my niche at college and was making enough money to stay enrolled.