Upset because he didn't know he would be painted in the nude.

He shook his head and growled, "As in naked? There is no way I am doing that. You should have mentioned this before, boy."

Timothy's face puffed up to a bright red. It was strange for Timothy to lack confidence as he always had the best stories about his life. He was about to storm out until I pleaded with him.

"Please, sir, I really need your help. You are the only one who has shown an interest. I was afraid you would run for the hills if I told you everything I needed. This will only be for my personal art portfolio. Only art school administrators will see this when they evaluate my applications."

He was about to leave until he stopped and thought about it.

He said, "So, let me get this straight. You want me to post naked for you?"

I nodded and expected him to decide, "Okay, as long as no one else will see this. I have an image to conserve."

"I completely understand what you mean," I told him, but I didn't comprehend what he was referring to.

I had my canvas out, ready to begin painting. We just stood facing each other awkwardly.

After about a minute later of this prolonged silence, I stammered, "Well, what are you waiting for?"

He looked down and stumbled on his words, "Oh, right. Sorry about that. I am nervous because I've never done this before."

"If it makes it any easier, think of me as Suzie from church, I said. He looked at me inquisitively, to which I blurted out, "Trust me, I am an artist. I observe and know these things. I don't blame you, though. I get it. She is a cute, friendly blonde girl."

He giggled and was lost in thought, "Yeah."

"Alright, enough of that. Please remove your clothes."

Then Timothy nervously began taking his clothes off. Article by article came off his masculine body, and he was finally in his little tighty-whities underwear.

He looked at me, "Let's just begin like this so that I can get used to the idea."

I bit back, "That isn't how this works, Timothy. Get that pair of underwear off right now, or I will yank them off myself. Just get comfortable. This is a safe space. It is just us guys. There is nothing to be embarrassed about, man.

"Okay fine, here goes nothing," said Timothy, and with that being said, he pulled off the last piece of clothing he was wearing. He put his thumbs in the waistband and slowly took off his underwear down to his ankles. He stepped out of them completely, so he was fully naked. He covered up his crotch before I got a good look at what I was about to paint. I walked up to him and took his clothes. I locked them in the other room, so he would comply with everything I asked.

"Wait, but I need those clothes."

I winked at him, "Don't worry, you will get your precious clothes by the end of the evening."

He stood there like a child cupping his private parts. I was intrigued by what he was trying to hide from me.

I gestured my hand, "Remove those hands, please."

He looked really nervous but finally conceded my request. He removed his beefy hands, and what stood before me was something you could never imagine in a million years.