Modeling for a Master Artist

On January 28, 2012 I had the fortune of traveling to Forest Park, IL to meet and collaborate with a man I considered a legend in the art of creating male creations of natural art. It was a privilege

Andreas taken by Artist Rodger D. Paris. Forest Park, IL 2012

In December 2011, I was shocked to receive an invitation to work and collaborate with a man I respected and revered immensely. Rodger D. Paris of Forest Park, IL, taught art to adults for more years than I had been alive. His work in shooting male nudes was known in the art community as he mixed fine art with a flair for erotica in the oil paintings he showed around the country.

Initially, I knew the invite had to be a mistake. I was a 48-year-old man with some wrinkles, bulges, and a tiny penis. I called the number on the invite and spoke with Mr. Paris, who assured me the invite was not a mistake and was not misdelivered. Mr. Paris had recently seen a nude photoshoot I modeled with an amateur photographer in Nashville, TN, and he told me I had a fabulous camera presence. Mr. Paris continued to say to me he was working on a submission he hoped to get accepted for The Kinsey Institute for Research in Sex, Gender, and Reproduction. Mr. Paris explained it was the tiny size of my penis he wanted to exemplify in his submission.

I was more than interested, and Mr. Paris told me he was shooting in an old art school that was closed down and located in Chicago. He wanted to photograph me throughout a three-day shoot that he would then use to paint an oil image for his submission. Mr. Paris suggested we would start with me clothed and quickly move to shoot full nudes throughout the multi-day photoshoot.

I was in my boxers only after the first five photographs.

I quickly became comfortable as Rodger guided me in undressing for him. He alternated between two cameras, a color DSLR camera and the other, a vintage Rolleiflex camera with black-and-white film. When he adjusted the lighting or reloaded the film, we talked and became more acquainted.

Rodger explained he was gay, and we talked at length about his life, his background as a teacher, his hobbies, and his friends. We also discussed his kinks, fantasies, and fetishes. By the end of the first day of shooting together, we knew everything there was to know about one another. We began shooting at 9 AM that morning, and to my surprise, I was putting my clothes back on shortly after 9 PM that evening. I had modeled for the most extended modeling session ever, but time passed quickly. I had forgotten I was Starke naked the entire time of our shoot.

After I dressed for the frigid Chicago January night and windchill, Rodger took me out for dinner to converse and chat. We talked about ourselves, our successes, failures, victories, and regrets. Before we left dinner, I felt I had made a new lifelong friend.

The following day, I promptly met Rodger at the school at 7:30 a.m. Rodger explained that he wanted to begin by having me do some floor yoga-style stretches on the floor. Rodger said he would get some very close and intimate images to duplicate my private region when he begins the oil painting for his show.

It was during this series of poses that Rodger first touched me physically. I was working to pose according to his instructions, so he asked me if it was okay to touch me and position me for the shot. I said yes, and Rodger didn’t pause as he used his large, strong hands to mold me into the precise pose he was looking for.

Holding a stretch pose while fully nude after the photographer placed me in my pose.

Rodger used his digital camera and his vintage Rolleiflex camera, adjusting the lenses and ambient lighting since he was using natural lighting through the large classroom windows, looking at the snowy outside. We spent nearly 25 minutes with me in this pose as he snapped away, commenting that his touch must have excited me since I remained fully erect through the whole pose.

Pose while using the Vintage Rolleicam Camera with Black and White Film.

I spent the entire day on the floor in various poses, using mirrors to create multi-dimensional images for Rodger to use while painting. At one point, Rodger had me lying on my stomach with my legs spread wide and my feet against the mirror to get a view from each angle. Rodger put the cameras down and came over and used his hands to spread my cheeks as wide as he could manage. I asked Rodger if he needed a hand to get a picture, and he laughed and said he could not resist the urge to get a close-up view of my tight little, puckered, and wrinkled anus any longer. I told Rodger it was ok if he wanted to touch, and he pressed his finger at the entrance of my sphincter, sending jolts of electricity up my spine. The floor no longer felt cold after that.

Photographing me from behind wearing a men’s jock-strap athletic supporter.

At this point, Rodger suggested we take a short break. He told me that one of his biggest turn-ons was to see a man with a smooth, tight butt wearing a jock-strap. Rodger asked if I would be willing to pose for him wearing one. I said I would, and he pulled a brand new BIKE Men’s jockstrap from his desk drawer and asked if he could put it on me. I agreed, and he positioned the strap on me. We teased that I didn’t even make a bump in the front pouch, and the pouch just hung off of me. Rodger took a lot of close-up pictures of my butt wearing the jockstrap with both cameras before finishing up and giving my bare ass cheeks a firm slap that stung sharply but aroused me. I could not deny my arousal; anything Rodger touched me, being fully exposed and naked, left nothing to the imagination.

The hours flew by, and it quickly grew dark outside the large classroom windows. The room was lit with large ceiling lights, and the moon's natural light reflected on the freshly fallen snow covering the ground. It was hard to conceive that I had spent another twelve-hour day naked, being photographed by this man whom I now felt like I had known forever. Rodger was ready to wrap up our shooting since he was not getting the lighting he wanted and was hungry for dinner.

I redressed and bundled up, and we left the school for dinner with me, following Rodger in his car to the restaurant. After midnight, we finally finished talking, and we left, agreeing to meet at the school at 8 a.m. for our final third day of shooting.

The morning was successful, and we took many shots. I felt creative in posing, and Rodger clicked away on his cameras. We worked together like an authentic team as if we could read each other’s minds.

Posed in front of a mirror to capture front and back side shots in one image.

Despite my body’s imperfections, my lines and creases, my bulges, and my tiny little penis, I was proud to be photographed in the intimate setting of Rodger’s Classroom Studio, and I felt incredibly sexy and comfortable in my own skin without anything to hide behind.

The full body photograph with front and back showing in the mirror.

I was super sad to see the day come to a close; I had thoroughly enjoyed the three days of shooting with Rodger and becoming closer to him. I did not know when or how often I could return to revisit Rodger with the distance between us, But it was a tremendous privilege to have worked with such a talented and passionate artist who shared so much of himself. But, if nothing else, I made a new lifelong friend over these three days.

Posed Nude in the Art Classroom for anybody to see my nakedness.

Full Body Nude

Before I dressed, I walked up to Rodger's old wooden desk in his old classroom from his days as a teacher before the school closed its doors and became an art school for adults. I did not say a word to Rodger but could read his mind. I walked to the front of the desk, leaned over at the hips, and spread my legs wide. Rodger was on the same page and walked around to open his top desk drawer to pull out his wood paddle that had long ago been retired. Rodger walked around in the back of me, and I felt his left hand on the small of my back, followed by a loud whack that burned my bare butt and almost caused me to lose my balance. “One,” I mumbled as tears streamed from my eyes. It was quickly followed by a second whack that stung worse than the first as I felt the burn on my upturned ass cheeks. “Two,” I grunted against the pain.

Finally, Rodger delivered his tenth and final lick to my bare, raw, burning backside. The last was as firm and hard as the first, just like the teachers delivered when I was in school. Rodger rubbed and caressed my bare burning ass cheeks and asked if I was ok. I told him yes, and he continued to rub and soothe my cheeks while thanking me for that experience.

The drive back to my hotel after dinner with Rodger that night was torture, and the plane ride back to Florida the next day was hard to sit in the airplane seat. I had not had a spanking with that intensity in many years and becoming an adult. I cannot explain it; it stung, burned, and hurt and had me crying like a baby, but at the same time, it aroused me on a different level.

Rodger and I remained in daily contact through email and phone after that photoshoot. We talked and chatted for hours about everything until his death on January 9, 2016. I still miss him today.

You never know when the remarkable people in your life will show up. Always be open, and don’t miss out on the extraordinary people who enrich your life.