Accidental Nude Model (Patreon)

I am back from COVID and ready to get back to my posting schedule. It felt like a cold at first, but it lasted way longer than that. Feeling good now though, and I hope you're feeling good after reading this story from the archives!

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"Dude, hurry up- I’m starving!"

"Wait, I think we have a problem."

"Yeah, the problem is that you asked me to take pictures for like five minutes, and it’s been like an hour."

"No, look."

Bo walked outside in his fifth outfit which was simply a pair of white leggings and his running shoes.

"What’s the problem?"

"This."

Stepping even closer so that the late afternoon sun perfectly lit up his muscular frame, I instantly noticed the huge problem.

Some sportswear company had contacted Bo’s fitness page on Instagram to see if he’d model some clothes for them- they’d get basically free advertising, and he’d get free clothes. He immediately agreed, and they sent instructions on how to mix and match the outfits. The last outfit was simple: white leggings with gray running shoes, socks optional. There was nothing about wearing underwear underneath or shorts above them.

As I tried to hold my breath and keep the calmest poker face that I could, I put on a confused face.

"Still don’t see the problem, dude."

"You blind? Aren’t they kind of transparent?"

I walked closer and really stared at his crotch before walking behind him to see the globes of his ass spread like a buffet for me behind the transparent material. There had to be some mix-up in the outfit list, but I was keeping my mouth shut.

"It must just be the lights in the bathroom- the LED bulbs can really mess with transparency."

Bo, who had been blessed with all muscles and no brains, just nodded along with that BS answer and began posing again in my backyard. For a few minutes, I took pictures of him from all angles with about half of them focused on his thick cock stretching the mesh material.

"Okay, go change for dinner, and I’ll pick out the best shots that you can vote on."

As I watched his ass jiggling as he ran back inside, I quickly saved all the pictures in a hidden folder and made the Instagram post. All of the conservative shots were up front, and his basically naked pictures showing off his dick and ass were at the end of the album.

Back inside, I showed him an edited picture of the white leggings where I’d blurred his crotch, and he gave me the thumbs up not even knowing that the real picture was already racking up comments at that very moment. At dinner, as I kept buying him drinks to keep him from picking up his phone, he didn’t even to see the mistake until we were paying the bill.

Blaming it on technology, I was able to move the guilt off of me as he scrolled through hundreds of comments and friend requests. His face was turning bright red, and I was almost ashamed at how turned on I was getting in the middle of the restaurant. Lowering my left hand discretely below the napkin in my lap, I gave myself a few tugs to readjust my hard cock in my jeans.

For the next few weeks, even after that picture had been deleted, his explicit shots still showed up in his tagged photos faster than he could report them. Every post had comments about his cock, and finally, he broke down and stopped posting to Instagram. Instead of taking pictures for him to post there, I now get to be the photographer for his new OnlyFans account… which comes with much better perks.