Sex confessions from a former male model

As a male model, it was pretty easy to get what you wanted—even sexually. One important thing to note is I’m gay. And the odd truth about the fashion world is that male models are predominantly straight.

Case in point: One night, my agent was hosting a dinner for the models. At the end of dinner, the dessert course was a group of beautiful women brought to the table. (This was in a foreign country; such things would never be tolerated by an American agent or agency.) I hadn’t come out yet and didn’t want to right then, so I told “my girl” that I was in a relationship and couldn’t cheat. I wonder if she made any less that night because she didn’t have to perform.

Jobs took me all over the world, and on two occasions, post-flight, I hooked up with the hot flight attendants. Sitting in my aisle seat, I would always get the “look.” A gay man knows the look of another gay man. I would get a note slipped to me with my drink that had a phone number and location. One of the attendants had the biggest dick I’ve ever seen.

My hottest non-physical sexual recollection is of a gorgeous model with brown hair and a perfect body and face. I had just checked into the model apartment in Hong Kong and he was standing at my door introducing himself…naked. Like, dripping wet, fresh out of the shower. I focused my stare deep into his beautiful blue eyes and when he left, I was so hard that I shut the door and masturbated.

Being on the cover of a magazine is pretty surreal, especially when you walk into a gay sex club in a foreign city and there it is. Here I am, getting my dick sucked by some hot Australian guy, and I look over to see myself staring right back at me. One guy approached us, holding the issue while pointing at me, and exclaimed, “That’s him!” So, I invited him to join. When in Rome, right?—former male model, 30, Andersonville