“I told him I wasn’t that kind of guy. But I still let him oil me up… just for the shot.”
When nineteen-year-old straight college student Seth agrees to house-sit for his parents, he expects nothing more than a couple of weeks of peace, privacy and exploring his own urges. What he doesn’t expect is Mr. Brooks - the broad-shouldered, soft-spoken neighbor across the street with a camera, a quiet smile, and a studio that always seems to catch the light.
“You’ve got a good look,” Mr. Brooks says. “Strong lines. Great energy.”
Seth laughs it off. He’s not a model.
But then the shirt comes off. The oil comes out. A few casual shots turn into bold close-ups. And when Mr. Brooks offers to help him “smooth things out” so there’s no distraction in the frame, Seth eagerly agrees.
It’s just for the photo. Just for the art. Just… curiosity. Right?
Seth says he's straight, but the lens - and Mr. Brooks - are pulling him deeper with every click.