1 comments/ 16463 views/ 4 favorites Life Model Ch. 01 By: TinyOToole I wanted to model for the local college. I had done it once years before, and it was an interesting experience. I had recently lost some weight, and was in the best shape of my life, so I thought I'd show off. I told the art teacher I'd do it for free, I didn't need the money, it was just a good way for me to get out and experience life a little more. There was a background check to make sure I wasn't a perv, she checked my references from the other school, and I was in. One of her models cancelled, so I was able to get in front of a class early the next week. It had been a while, and I was admittedly a little excited. It is a unique experience for a guy to stand on a platform surrounded by a bunch of young women, drop your robe, and strike a pose for an hour. The first time I had tried this, the physical reaction was not at all what I had expected. Of course, every guy is scared he's going to get an out of control erection, and have to stand there with his johnson sticking out. It is an art class, and you need to conduct yourself professionally, no one wants to see an erection. It is educational, not sexual. The first time, I did not have that problem, instead, the anxiety of dropping my robe made the little guy run and hide like a scared turtle. That was embarrassing. To say the least. This time, I was experienced. I was older, and feeling very confident. I dropped the robe, strode confidently to the middle of the room, did a few quick poses to get loosened up, then settled in for the long pose. I was standing, supporting myself with one leg on a low stool, and leaning on a long dowel like a staff. I focused on a point at the back of the room, and started my meditation mantra. "Life is suffering. The root of suffering is desire. Life is suffering. The root of suffering is desire." I had found that focusing on the four noble truths freed my mind and distracted me from the fact that I was standing naked in front of a room full of people scrutinizing my every detail. This class required a lot of focus on the mantra. The room was full of very attractive young women, not one guy. It was late in the spring semester, the room was hot, and there were a lot of sundresses leaving not much to the imagination. "Life is suffering. The root of suffering is desire ..." The thing with men is that out bodies react to all kinds of things, changes in temperature, a slight breeze, the delicate musky scent of a woman rising up from the front row as a sexy young hairy arm pit hippy girl stepped forward to get a better view. I felt the little guy start to relax, he wanted to be friendly and say hello. As I said, I am a little older and have some experience. I know my member is not the worlds largest. I am probably right in the middle of average. I really tried to keep my focus, "Life is suffering, the root of suffering is desire." I stared at my spot on the back wall, and took a deep breath. I felt my member get a little heavy as the circulation increased, but much to my relief, I just got a little bigger. I focused, took a deep breath. Calm. It was good. Balls felt loose and relaxed. Deep breath, relax. I was aware of my penis, but just comfortably aware. Deep breath. Then I felt a small drop of precum just barely ooze to the tip. Focus. Focus. "Life is suffering." I held the pose for another half hour. Mercifully the class ended. I walked over to grab my robe, feeling my cock swaying back and forth. It felt great. I tied my robe, and turned to see the art teacher touch her finger to the podium I had been standing on, then rub something gently on her finger tips, as she smelled it, and touched it to her lips. My precum. As it registered in my brain I was horrified, but not the little guy, he jumped to full attention. She smiled at me, looked over the flagpole in my robe, and said, "Good work. See you next week." I blushed deeply, and felt a light sweat break on my forehead. The next week was better. I started with another standing pose, during which the professor stood next to me, her eyes at waist level, discussing details of the musculature of my hips and abs. I felt my penis grow hang heavily, but I was filled with confidence and control. The second pose was a seated pose, reminiscent of the thinker, in which I was again aware of my relaxed cock hanging confidently before the room. I felt a drop of precum emerge lightly from the tip, slowly forming a long drop stretching down to the wooden stage. I focused on my mantra, "Life is suffering. The root of suffering is desire." It was a spiritual as well as a physical exercise. I was focused on my spot at the back of the room, listening to pencil strokes, erasers, whispers, and the occasional giggle, when I heard someone walk into the room. The art teacher called her over, and they had a hushed conversation. Focus. The reclined pose was much easier to maintain, and proved to be very relaxing. By the time the class was finished I was in a fairly deep meditative state. The students filed out, some of them thanking me as I stood and stretched, walking across the room feeling my cock and balls swaying gently back and forth. "Excuse me Peter," the art teacher said, "do you have a moment?" She was standing near my robe talking to a beautiful young woman. "Are you available to model for a small group this Saturday?" "I think so, sure." I said, feeling somewhat awkward standing there in the nude. When you are naked, you don't have many options for where to put your hands, you don't have any pockets. "Have you ever worked with another model?" the art teacher asked. "No. I have not," I answered. "But I think that would be a good experience." "Great. Do you have a girlfriend, boyfriend, or significant other who would be jealous seeing you in somewhat intimate poses with someone else?" she asked. My mind raced with the possibilities, and the little guy took notice. I felt him start to bob up and down with interest, and saw their eyes drawn to the motion. "Uh ... No. I'm single." I answered, trying to keep my voice from cracking. Play it cool. Play it cool. "Fantastic. Peter, this is Adrienne. The two of you will be doing some somewhat intimate and erotic poses for a group off campus. How does that sound?" My cock was now a respectable semi, poking out front saying hello to our new friend. "That sounds very exciting" I said, glancing down at my obvious interest. I looked up and saw Adrienne and the art teacher focused on my mid-section. What could I do? "Great" said the art teacher, with a devious grin. "And don't worry if something comes up, it is perfectly acceptable with this group." I blushed. "I look forward to working with you" said Adrienne, smiling shyly. Her cheeks were somewhat flushed as she turned and left the room. She looked back one more time and waived, her eyes dropping below my waistline momentarily. The art teacher handed me my robe. I threw it on, feeling my cock poking out between the soft terry cloth. "Come to my office I will give you some details" said the art teacher. With my cock leading the way I followed her. Life Model Ch. 02 I followed the art teacher back to her office. My semi rigid cock relaxed a little, and I enjoyed feeling the weight of it swaying under my robe as we walked down the hall. She gave me directions to the location where I would be modeling that weekend. It was for a small group of artists at a studio space well outside of town, in the country. I was excited and intrigued all week long. Wondering what I had gotten myself into. Thinking about Adrienne, and what they would want us to do. "Don't worry if something comes up" the art teacher had said. That thought alone instantly increased the circulation to my member, pleasantly reminding me of the good things about having a penis. I was worthless at work, unable to focus on anything. I had extra-long workouts that week, and walked with confidence through the locker room, fully aware of my heavy cock hanging between my legs. I was a man, and proud of it. My balls hung low, and I was keenly aware of their movement as I showered, or relaxed in the steam room. At home I would spend all of my time in the nude walking around, thinking about what it would be like to work with Adrienne. I would let myself get a little excited, but then I would try to calm my mind. I wanted to be a professional, not some jerk with a ridiculous boner unable of any self-control or restraint. The night before I had a long soak in the hot tub at the gym, went home and took care of personal grooming. I trimmed my pubic hair back, not shaving it, but wanting to make sure I was well groomed. I am a hairy man, so shaving my cock would unnecessarily draw attention to it, and in my mind it would look infantile. I shaved my beard, trimmed my nails, and rubbed some lotion all over my body. I didn't want my skin to be too dry. Modeling solo made me very self-conscious. The thought of modeling with a beautiful young woman made that increase exponentially. I tried to calm my mind that night and relax. It was going to be just like any other experience modeling, maybe a little different. I focused on my mantra, "Life is suffering. The root of suffering is desire." That morning I stayed away from coffee. I was already very awake and aware. I showered and shaved, meditated briefly, and drove out to the studio. It was gorgeous. The studio was a large old Victorian on a ranch well outside of town. The property was very secluded, surrounded by rolling green pastures. The directions I had were good, and I arrived a little early. There were only a few cars out front. This was going to be a very small and intimate group indeed. I walked in, found the drawing room, and introduced myself. The few artists who were there were all my age or a little older, the group was composed of couple of men, and maybe five women. The room was very warm and comfortable. Good news indeed for a male model. I had heard that for nude models a cooler room was better for female models, making there nipples nice and firm, whereas a warmer room was better for male models, for obvious reasons. As I was being introduced Adrienne arrived. She was lovely. Focus. Focus. Relax, breathe. This was going to be enjoyable. I just needed to stay relaxed. The director was a very attractive woman, maybe a few years older than me, with a very disarming smile and very pleasant laugh. She introduced Adrienne to the group, then directed us to a corner in the back of the room with a bench and told us we could change there. Not the changing room I was accustomed to. Adrienne and I walked back, making small talk, and began to disrobe. I allowed myself to watch her, trying to make sure I made good eye contact, and maintained a good relaxed feel. She had a beautiful long and lean body. I was soon out of my boxers, watching her slip her t-shirt off. Her breasts were lovely and full. Big dark areola surrounded her nipples that were already noticeably large and firm. She looked at me confidently as she stood facing me, and slid her panties down her long smooth legs. My eyes looked over her legs, from her beautiful feet up to her well-muscled thighs, and then focusing on her smooth vulva. She had either just shaved herself bald, or had waxed. There was just the thinnest trace of little soft hairs on her skin. Her vulva was beautiful. Her outer lips were full and thick, her clitoral hood was a prominent button, and her inner labia hung full, dark and lovely prominently below her pussy. Her lips were gorgeous. They looked so soft, with a wrinkled texture that I yearned to touch. I could smell her musk in the air, and saw just the faintest hint of moisture between those lovely lips. I became keenly aware that I was staring. My gaze rose up her belly, following a soft trail of the finest hairs silhouetted against her olive skin. My eyes met hers, and she was smiling shyly at me. I stood up, and held her hands in mine, feeling her tremble just slightly. I looked into her eyes and said, "You are very beautiful. I am very lucky to be here with you today." I meant it with the utmost sincerity. "Oh, thank you." She said a little nervously. I stood there looking into her eyes, taking long, slow, deep breaths. I could feel her heartbeat in her hands. It began to slow as she too slowed her breathing down. "Have you ever done this before?" I asked her after a few moments. "No," she answered, "not with anyone else." "Me neither. I have really been looking forward to this. I think we are going to have a lot of fun." Her gaze dropped, and she looked over my naked body there in front of her. I could feel my penis growing heavy, but somehow I managed to keep it soft. We spent a few minutes standing there, just getting familiar with the feeling of being close to one another. The energy between us felt like a spark was just ready to give us a jolt if our bodies touched. She stepped forward and gave me a hug. I felt my cock press against her smooth pussy. It was like a spark. I felt myself start to rise up, and could feel the heat radiating out from her beautiful succulent lips. It was then the director approached us. "Are you guys ready to start?" Adrienne smiled, looked deep into my eyes, and said, "Yes. We are ready. Let's go!" Her excitement was contagious. She turned and led me to the center of the room. I walked confidently behind her, feeling my semi hard cock bobbing along. I could feel the absence of her heat now, and felt a little drop of moisture, a little drop of her pussy juice, on the tip of my cock. This was going to be fun. Our first pose was a standing embrace, much like we had just been doing. We held each other close, looking into one another's eyes. I felt her soft breasts and firm nipples pressing against my hairy chest. I pulled her smooth belly against my abs, and felt my cock pressing against her lips. Her lips were so big and soft. I could feel them spread open on the shaft of my cock, warm and wet. We stood that way for maybe fifteen of twenty minutes. The artists sketched efficiently and professionally, making few comments. A couple of them took some pictures for later reference. We had signed giving them permission to do so. Standing there, sharing this embrace, the sound of the cameras, the mechanical sounds of the lenses adjusting, the little bell ringing to acknowledge the camera was ready, these sounds were intrusive on our moment. A moment of organic purity, disrupted digitally. When the pose was over Adrienne stepped back and her absence made me aware of how wet her pussy was. The sudden exposure to the open air was cold on my cock. I looked down and saw I was covered in her juices. I looked into her eyes and saw she was no longer shyly returning my gaze. She looked at me now with a hunger in her eyes. She openly stared at my cock now, admiring how wet her pussy had made me. "Let's get some water." I suggested, walking to the back of the room with her, where I had stashed my water bottle with my clothes. I took a deep drink, the water was nice and cold and refreshing. I handed it to Adrienne, who drank deeply, and wiped a little water off of her lips as she finished. She grinned and looked down at my cock. My cock was still swollen and full, glistening in her juices. I took amoment and took in every detail of her beautiful body. She was so young and so sexy. In stark contrast to the gray in my chest hairs. Her breasts were full and soft. Her nipples were dark and hard. My eyes again traced the fine wisp of downy hairs on her belly, to the center of her womanhood. Her pussy was so beautiful. I stared openly now. We were getting to know every detail of one another's bodies. Her lips were full and swollen. Her labia were puffy and opened like a delicate orchid drenched in a fine mist. I was aware of her pussy juices on my cock, and I was overcome with a feeling of absolute comfort. She must have felt the same, as she reached out and softly held my cock in her hands. Her smile was so big and playful, as she giggled softly. "I love your penis." She said, as she ever so softly rubbed her natural lubricant around the tip. I got really hard, really fast. My hard on was the biggest it had been in years, and the sensation of her touch on the swollen glans made me dizzy. "Are you guys ready, or do you need a few more minutes?" The director asked. I felt my cheeks flush in excitement and embarrassment. "You guys are doing a great job. Thank you. There is a lot of chemistry between you two." She said. That was all the confidence booster I needed. We walked back to the middle of the room. My rock hard cock now bouncing in front of me. Our next pose was a seated embrace. I sat on a sturdy wooden chair, my cock now standing between my legs. My balls were somewhat squished between my legs and the chair. I opened my legs a little to give them more room, as Adrienne stepped widely across me. Her musk was intoxicating. I saw the pink of her inner pussy lips as she straddled me and sat down on my lap, wrapping her long legs around me. She pushed he breasts in, my face snuggled comfortably between them. My cock now pressed firmly at the opening of her pussy. I felt her hot and wet on top of me. She arched her back slightly and I felt her lips wrap around the tip of my cock. One push, and I would be completely inside her. The sensation was almost unbearable. I felt her juices running down my cock, drenching my balls, and pooling on the wooden chair. "We need a towel." I thought. Then quickly changing my mind as my mind and body soaked in her musk. My could hear my heart beat in my ears, and feel our hearts beating together, our bodies tight against one another. She wriggled her hips only slightly, and suddenly I felt her pussy stretching as my cock entered her. She let out a soft moan as the sensation overwhelmed us both. "That is so beautiful", one of the older women artists said. Adrienne rested her forehead against mine. I felt her forehead sweaty against mine, her breasts rising with each breath, and my cock inside her wet pussy. We looked into each other's eyes in that embrace, and it was like magic. No words to be said. Our bodies merged. Her female energy melted with my male energy, and the heat grew between us. It rose up from the union of her sex and mine. It rose up between us, radiating out into the room. I focused on my breathing, on her breathing, the two of us there, inhabiting the same space, sharing each other's bodies, blending into one. It seemed like we sat like that for an eternity, or just an instant, when the director got our attention. We heard the cameras taking some pictures, focusing brazenly between her legs to capture her delicate flower wrapped around my cock. The union that was so pure now interrupted again. Adrienne leaned back and my lowered herself further onto my cock. It felt perfect. We stayed like that for a minute or two before the director said they were taking a break. Adrienne stayed on top of me, moving me in and out of her slowly. As she moved towards me I pressed in deeper, as she moved back I pulled away. We moved slowly, savoring every minute sensation of our bodies joining together. I had never experienced anything so powerful, or so pure and honest. The director placed her hands on our shoulders, and smiled. "You two are amazing" she said. "This is such a beautiful moment, thank you for sharing it with us. We looked over to her smiling. I kissed Adrienne's nipple, sucking it into my mouth gently, and tasting the salt of her sweat on my tongue. She arched her back, and ground her pussy down a little harder on my cock, gasping slightly as her pussy stretched around me again. "We'll give you a few more minutes, but then let's move on to try something else. We sat there, engaging in slow coitus a little longer, then forced ourselves to separate. As she pulled herself off of me I watched the silky strands of our juices pull apart. My cock was so sensitive now, and yet, I felt so comfortable and relaxed in front of our small group, with Adrienne's pussy juices running down my balls. There was a slight sucking noise as I lifted my balls off of the chair where our juices had pooled. We stood next to each other, holding each other, as Adrienne again held my cock in her hand, gently tracing the tip with her fingers. "What would you like us to do now?" I asked the director. She had us recline on a mattress. Adrienne's body felt so perfect next to mine. Her soft and smooth in contrast to my hard and hairy. The masculine and the feminine. The director walked around us there, looking at us from several different angles, deciding what they needed to finish the sequence. She asked Adrienne if she was comfortable kneeling down as I embraced her from behind. "You mean doggy style?" Adrienne asked. She turned over, raised herself up on her knees and lowered her head to the mattress, spreading her pussy wide. I was enthralled. Her pussy lips were swollen and wide open now, showing the soft pink interior , glistening wet. I knelt down and kissed her gently, the air was heavy with her scent. I felt her lips press softly against mine, and I tasted her on my tongue. I moved slowly up her body, kissing her, tasting the saltiness of her sweat on her glowing skin. I reached an arm around her hips and pulled her close. I took my penis in my hand and began to slowly tease her lips with the tip, feeling her wet and soft pussy, ready to plunge deeply inside of her. "There that's it!" the director exclaimed. Her voice was a sudden intrusion, friendly, but not welcome. I began to push inside of her and the director begged, "No. Not yet. Let us see you just outside, with just the tip of your cock between her gorgeous lips." I felt a wave wash over me, and I was dizzy. What was she saying? Adrienne reached up and started to play with her clit, begging me to fuck her. I teased her mercilessly. Running the tip of my cock up and down her lips, then just slightly pushing the tip into her before pulling back. The group in the room behind us sketched hurriedly. Some walked around with cameras trying to capture the moment from different angles. My balls pulled up so tight they ached, yearning for release. It was a challenge now. How long could we take it? It seemed like forever. I could feel Adrienne's body convulsing as waves of orgasms washed over her. We were both drenched in sweat. The sweat and our juices mingled and dripped down my balls as I teased her with my cock. Moving up to her anus, so beautiful there, smiling up at me. I would press in just slightly and she would gasp. I would take the tip of my cock and play with her clit, moving back and forth until the excitement got so frenzied I thought I was going to cum. We stayed like that for what seemed like an hour until the director came over to us. "Thank you so much. Truly what you have shared with us here today is magic. The energy is so pure and honest, and so strong. This is the best work we have done in many years. Thank you," she said. I stood up and looked over at her as she reached in and took my cock in her hands. She kissed me gently, then took me into her mouth, softly playing with my balls. It felt great. She reached out with one hand and played with Adrienne's pussy. Gently pulling on her swollen lips, softly stroking her clit. She took me deep into her mouth and then sucked hard as she pulled her lips off of me. Then she positioned Adrienne in front of her, and buried her face into Adrienne's soft pussy. Adrienne gasped and moaned again as a strong orgasm took her. Then satisfied, the director pulled my cock to the entrance of Adrienne's womanhood and put me inside of her. I pushed slowly into her tight pussy. The sensation was so strong now it was almost agonizing. I pushed in slowly, feeling her open up around me, pushing until my cock hit her cervix. I was buried deep inside of her as her pussy clenched tightly around me, convulsing. I pushed in a little deeper and she gripped so hard around me I lost all control, and finally came inside of her. Pumping cum into her again and again, filling her completely. We collapsed there together. Holding each other in the afterglow as our fluids mingled. The artists each came over as they completed a few details for the day, thanking us, some reaching down and kissing our genitals, tasting us, taking us in. The director came over again, and sat next to us on the mattress. "Adrienne, you are so beautiful," she said. "You were a perfect goddess. The embodiment of the feminine," as she reached down and held Adrienne's swollen pussy in her hands. "Thank you mother," said Adrienne, smiling up at her. We stayed like that for a while, sharing the energy of that moment, savoring the masculine and the feminine coming together as one. Generations passing their blessings on to the next generation, celebrating the cycle of life renewed. Life Model Ch. 03 Part 3 The First Time It was early in the fall and I had just started back to school to work on a Master's degree. I had been working at a local convenience store but wasn't really making enough to cover rent. I was looking through the help wanted ads in the school newspaper and one of them caught my eye, "Figure Drawing Model". The job was working as a nude life model for the art department. I was intrigued when I saw it. Some friends of mine had been art majors, and they had modeled for the figure drawing class when they were undergrads. Back then I never could have done it. I was so horny I gave new meaning to the term "stiff breeze". The thought of modeling nude was terrifying. Exciting, yes, but terrifying. Now the idea didn't seem so bad. These days I was probably in the best shape of my life. Years of hard work, extensive outdoor activities, and yoga had combined to add some muscle tone and trim the fat. I felt pretty good about myself. I had also gotten pretty comfortable that skinny-dipping in Hot Springs with girlfriends, or friends, or complete strangers. Lots of people had seen me naked, and I didn't really think too much about it. The modeling job paid pretty well, far better than any of the other jobs on campus. I suppose they had to pay a little bit better to try to get people crazy enough to stand naked in front of a room full of people. I responded to the email address listed in the ad, and had a very quick response. I went to the Art Department office, filled out some paperwork, and went to go check out a class to see what this modeling thing was all about. The class was interesting. Being there as an observer, not an artist or model, standing there watching a naked man jump from pose to pose without a care in the world was both encouraging and a little intimidating. He was absolutely fearless. The model was shaved smooth, barely a hair on his body. He would strike some pretty crazy poses, acting out emotions, really giving the artists a good show. He told us that he had been doing this for a long time, 15 years or more, and as beginners we would not be expected to do anything like what he was doing. As a guy of course I was making comparisons. This guy was not hung like a horse, or like a small pony. He was probably pretty average or a little below average. He didn't care. Without a trace of pubic hair anywhere, he was letting it all hang out, literally, bouncing to and fro as he jumped from pose to pose. I met with the director of the art department, and told her I didn't have any problem getting naked in front of a room full of people. I was completely honest with her, explaining that in my early twenties there was no way I could of done it, but now in my mid-thirties? It was no problem. I'd been around the block a few times, and lots of people had seen me naked on the way. I got an email after a week or two telling me that I was on the schedule. I had pretty mixed emotions when I read it. On the one hand, it was pretty exciting. I was going to stand naked in front of a room full of people, for hours on end. The realization that this was actually going to happen was kind of intimidating. I did some searches on the Internet to check out what life modeling was really all about. There were a few stories people had written. Some of them were informative, most of them were exhibitionist fantasies about standing on display with a hard on. There were lots of questions people had posted, "What if I get an erection?" It was a subject that came up often, no pun intended. The truth is, I have a penis. That penis is subject to a number of things in the environment that determine how it will react. It could be hanging low and soft, pulled up tight and tiny, sticking out like a diving board, or one of countless variations. In order to try to control how my penis would behave, this was going to take some mental preparation. I bought a mirror and stood in front of it in the evenings, looking at myself naked, experimenting with different poses, feeling utterly ridiculous. I practiced holding a pose as long as I could. I'd stand there trying to remain perfectly still, looking at details of my naked body in the mirror. I don't want to sound narcissistic, but I probably was. I was pretty satisfied with how I looked. As I said before, I was probably in the best shape of my life. I looked at myself as an adult male, a hairy man. I was no Greek Adonis, but I wasn't all bad. In the hairless, androgynous, hipster culture, I didn't quite fit in. I was quite certain that some of the teens and twenty-somethings who would inevitably be in the class would be offended at my body hair, but there wasn't much I could do about it. I couldn't shave it off, so I decided that I was going to be an ambassador for hairy men everywhere. I'm here, I'm hairy, get over it. Standing in front of that mirror I spent a lot of time focused on my penis and my testicles. As I held my poses I watched as things shrank or grew, moving back and forth, having a mind of their own. For the most part it wasn't bad. I would try to think of something sexy, closing my eyes and thinking about some of my favorite pussies I'd buried my face in, remembering how they tasted and smelled. Thinking about teasing women with my cock, stroking it on their pussy lips, feeling them squirm, wanting me to plunge into them. Remembering the feeling of their tight pussies stretching as I pushed in. I'd get myself worked up and then focus on keeping myself soft. I know I'm not a big man down there. I do not have a big penis, but I have had complements at certain times from various women, but I was pretty sure I would not be replicating those circumstances in front of a room full of students. Just as I was going to be an ambassador for hairy men, I would also represent men with average to small penises. I bought a robe, swallowed my pride, and checked the schedule. The first class was in the middle of the afternoon. I took a long hot shower and shaved. I decided to give my pubic hairs a trim. I wanted to clean things up, and admittedly I wanted to try to emphasize the package. As hairy as I am shaving bald or going too short would have looked ridiculous, like an earthworm poking its head out of a patch in the lawn where the mower had cut all the grass off. I trimmed the hedge, hopped on my bicycle, and rode across town to the campus, listening to some tunes to get into the right head space. I was more nervous than I wanted to admit, but the time had come and there was no backing out now. I found the changing room, and disrobed. I took a few minutes taking some deep breaths, trying to calm my nerves and loosen up. I tugged on my cock a few times, trying to convince myself it wasn't that small. I walked out into a hallway full of students all getting ready for class. Wearing a robe in the art department everyone knew what I was doing. Some of the students would barely look at me, giving me a sheepish grin, then hurriedly turn their attention to the floor and walk past. Others avoided making eye contact at all, acting like there was not a naked man walking down the hallway. Some were very friendly, giving me a knowing smile, taking quick glances down at my robe. I feigned confidence, striding down the hall like it was no big deal. You could tell by the way I walk my walk, I'm a woman's man, no time to talk. Walking into the room my confidence was shaken. The art teacher for this particular section of figure drawing, turned out to be a very attractive woman. She was stunning. I told myself that this was a good thing, once she saw me naked she would want me. Right? There were not going to be many secrets between us after today. Further complicating matters was the fact that this was a room full of young women. Beautiful young women, late teens or early twenty's, fresh faces getting out and experiencing life. Even that wouldn't have been so bad, but low cut, skintight, black tights were in fashion. I loved them. The stretchy, thin, black fabric formed itself to every little curve, tightly hugging beautiful long legs, bunching up a little where thighs melded into crotch, with no sign of panties underneath, forming soft little valleys on tight little pussies. Black tights were in fashion, and miniskirts. Miniskirts riding up high on smooth thighs; smooth, tanned, toned thighs exposed right up to the crotch line. Black tights, miniskirts, and thin gauzy sundresses, three of my worst enemies in a room full of temptation. My mouth was suddenly very dry. I was telling myself I had nothing to worry about. We were all friends here, right? The class began with the instructor talking to the students about what today's class would be. They talked about their previous assignment, drawing nude self-portraits. I tried not to think about these beautiful young women standing naked in their bedrooms, carefully looking over every detail of their tight little bodies. Instead I focused on the time I had spent standing in front of the mirror preparing for this day. I was nervous. I had cottonmouth bad. I looked around at the room taking in my audience one more time as the art teacher introduced me. I walked to the center of the room, took a second to focus, took in a deep breath, held it, exhaled, and dropped my robe at the side of the stage. That was it. I felt my cock exposed in the open air, and felt the eyes of the room looking at it bouncing around as I assumed my first pose. Honestly, it wasn't that bad. I focused on a spot in the back of the room, and meditated for the next half an hour. I focused on my breathing. I tried to clear my head, and I stand still. Of course, I became painfully aware of my penis and my testicles doing their thing. I could feel my penis shrink and grow, moving about back-and-forth. My nerves had the better of me, and my testicles shriveled up, painfully tight. I focused on my breathing, focused on a distant point in the back of the room, held my pose and made it through. The instructor called a break after what seemed to be a minor eternity. I grabbed my robe and ran down the hall to find the restroom. I had to piss like a racehorse. The break was over, and I positioned myself onstage for my next pose. I felt more comfortable with my junk hanging out this time. I stood there nonchalantly, confidently looking around the room now, listening to the instructor's directions. There was a small stool set my right foot on, and assumed a pose similar to the thinker. Right leg propped up on the stool, twisting around with my left elbow on my right thigh, my balls hanging out proudly between my legs. In this pose my gaze was not directed outward at the back of the room, but rather at the first couple rows of students in front of me. I focused on my breathing, tried to clear my head of any thoughts. Staring blankly ahead, my eyes found their focus on an ass barely concealed behind the thin cotton veil of a sundress. She had a remarkable ass, round and perky. She was kind of mirroring my pose, standing with one leg propped up on a stool in front of her. The fabric of her dress, what there was of it, was pulled tight around the curves of her beautiful, firm ass. I tried to blur my focus, thinking about my pose. I tried to clear my head of all thoughts. Breathe in, breathe out. Breathe in, breathe out. In and out. In and out. She stood up straight, which caused the hem of the sundress to ride up on her thigh. Human beings are predatory animals, and our eyes are naturally drawn to motion. She looked around her easel to get a better look at me, my eyes were drawn to her and to her thighs, the smooth skin of her thighs exposed just below the hem of her dress. The thin cotton pulled tight to her body, and I began to wonder if there was anything between that cotton and her ass. As if she felt my eyes on her, she pulled her dress back down her thigh, trying to conceal the wonders of her flesh. Focus. Breathe in, breathe out. Breathe in, breathe out. In and out. I was becoming aware that all of my weight was supported on the ball of my left foot. A dull ache rose up and was a pleasant distraction. My mind turned to the teachings of the Buddha, and the four noble truths. All of life is suffering. The root of suffering his desire. Breathe in, breathe out. I focused on my mantra, kind of. I heard the pencils scribbling on the pages of the drawing books, and hushed whispers. I was doing pretty good, when the art teacher walked in front of me. She was so very sexy. She was an Asian woman with the most beautiful eyes, and a sexy, disheveled artist look. Standing there with her face maybe 12 inches from me, she looked at my cock for a moment, and asked me how I was doing. "Just fine," I lied. It could have been worse. I was surviving. Then she got the classes attention, and started to point out the musculature of my thighs. "Now class, remember those anatomy drawings we were studying last week. Think about the muscles in his thighs." Her hand traced a line up my thigh as she described how the muscles were attached. Her touch was like electricity. My heart began to race, and I could feel my cock start to swell. "Look at how his torso is twisted." Her finger moved from my ass around to my abs, just barely touching my pubic hair. I felt my cock swell and lift, as if it was seeking her touch. I felt it bobbing with my heart beat. She didn't look at me, but I could tell there was a smile on her lips. She was getting exactly the response she was looking for.Breathe and, breathe out, breathe in, breathe out, breathe in, breathe out, breathe in ... My heart began to race, my breaths became rapid and short as I was well aware of my semi erect penis moving up and down like one of those glass birds dunking it's head into a cup of water. Focus. Focus. In a desperate attempt to stem the flow, I clenched down on that Kegel muscle right at the base of my cock. I'm no expert on anatomy, was probably not the best choice to make at that time. It seemed that by clenching down on that muscle I must have inadvertently been milking my prostate. Squeezing down on the muscle, concentrating, trying to keep from getting a raging hard on, I felt a little drop of precum begin to move down my urethra. I could feel it moving slowly, languidly, searching for light and the open air. Oh God, no. My concentration waned for but a brief moment, I relaxed my grip on the Kegel muscle, and I felt fluid ooze out of the tip of my cock. The sensation was disappointingly similar to a premature ejaculation. There was, my lube of love dripping slowly and plasticly from the tip of my penis, stretching slowly down to the floor beneath my feet. Had it been a drop of dew about to fall from the tip of a blade of grass, it would have been a truly beautiful scene. That was not a drop of dew. I was aware of a sudden hush in the room. Pencils no longer scribbling on the drawing books, no erasers rubbing out minor mistakes, every breath, including mine, was being held as that shimmering drop stretched, and stretched until the surface tension was broken. One long strand separated, falling to the floor at my feet, as one short strand still clung to the tip of my cock. I was somewhat horrified. A young girl in the back of the room started giggling. The art teacher was on her in an instant. "That's it, you're going for a walk come back in when you settle down." I saw the girl out the corner of my eye, a rosy flush on her cheeks as she walked out to get some fresh air. Gradually the soft sound of charcoal pencils on paper began to return. All I could do now was hold my pose and pray for it to all be over soon. The art teacher walked to the stage in front of me. She reached down, and dipped the tip of her index finger into my precum, and rubbed it between her fingers without giving me a second look. I was sure she was very pleased with herself. I began to feel the pressure slowly start to drop in my penis, and it felt pleasantly heavy. Focus. Breathe in, breathe out. Breathe in, breathe out. Time was passing now, and I started to feel confident that I would survive. It was foolish of me to get my hopes up. As soon as I began to feel optimistic, a motion out of the corner of my eye caught my attention. It was the girl in the sundress. She had lifted her leg onto the stool in front of her again. She was squinting one eye, had one arm extended in front of her, sticking out her thumb, for perspective I guess. My eyes briefly met hers, briefly, but long enough to see a seductive little grin. She lowered her arm to her thigh, where instead of pulling down on the hem of her sundress, she hitched it up. Trying not to look but looking all the same, I saw that she was not wearing any panties, and yes, she had recently shaved. Little Miss Sundress gently stroked her pussy lips behind her easel. Her finger slowly circled her clitoris. Then, she took her pencil and pressed it lengthwise between her lips, moving it slowly back and forth. With the other hand she sketched away. The girls around her didn't notice a thing, their attention seemed to be drawn to something else. I began to feel dizzy. I experienced a sudden decrease in the blood supply going to my brain. My circulation was now focused elsewhere. My cock swelled up, thick and hard. Little Miss Sundress smiled as she brought her hand up from her pussy, and clenched her pencil between her teeth. She reached down and pulled her dress back into place, giving her sweet little pussy a scratch. I understood now why all of the stories I read about modeling on the Internet where about guys getting hard ons. "It happens. Just accept it and move on" advised one writer. Yup, nothing I could do now. Just accept it and move on. Just accept it and move on. I'm a naked man standing in front of a room full of women, and I've got a hard on. I've got a little bit of seminal fluid dripping down out of the tip of my cock glistening in the light. I'm a man. I have a penis, and this is what it looks like when I am turned on. As soon as I gave up and accepted the situation everything was okay. My cock relaxed again, and I had that pleasant full feeling; that awareness of my heavy penis hanging loosely in front of me, dangling there for everyone to see. My mind again returned to the teachings of the Buddha. The way to end suffering, is to just accept your situation, and to cease to resist. I had accepted my situation, I accepted my hard on and no longer resisted. In doing so the release of nervous tension was liberating. Now I was just a naked man standing in for the room confidently. My heart rate slowed, my breathing was again under control. Breathe in, breathe out. Breathe in, breathe out. In and out. In and out. I owned my situation. I owned myself. I owned my feelings, and my masculinity. The instructor told the class we only had five minutes left. Part of me really wanted to stand there a lot longer, but I could tell I had a pretty good bruise on the bottom of my left foot. Focusing on my penis I had been distracted from the pain. As the class was ending I began to look around as everyone was finishing up the drawings. My eyes again met with Little Miss Sundress. I focused on her eyes and smiled. No trying not to look now. Now I looked into her eyes with confidence, and saw a soft flush rise to her cheeks as she giggled softly. The class was over, and reluctantly I stepped down and put on my robe. Behind me the art teacher took a seat on the low stage. I turned round to see her tracing a design on the platform with my precum. "You did a good job," she said. "Thank you. The first time is always a learning experience." "No, thank you." I said sincerely. I had indeed learned a lesson, more than she could have known. Then again, she was probably speaking from experience. I pictured her standing naked on the stage, then I pictured her standing naked next to me on the stage, and like any good boy scout, I was pitching a tent. As I felt the terry cloth against the head of my cock I briefly considered opening my robe to see would be so kind as to give me a blow job. I could just imagine seeing her sexy mouth wrapped around me as I looked down into her eyes. I almost came just picturing it. Life Model Ch. 03 "I will put in my request to have you back next week, if you think you can handle it." She said. "I'm game." I was pretty worn out. The entire experience had been an exercise. My foot was sore, I needed to go I sit down, and I needed to go jack off. After all, I had to be back here in a couple of hours for the next class. I walked down the hall in my robe to the changing room, aware that I probably had a noticeable bulge under my robe, and wondering if it wasn't peeking out to say hello every now and then. I was confident now, walking down the hall, looking into the eyes of the young twenty-something coeds who had just been subjected to my nakedness. Their eyes met mine this time, and my smile was met with grins and giggles. I changed back into my clothes, and had a very uncomfortable ride back home. I grabbed some lube and started to rub one out. I pictured Little Miss Sundress stroking her bald pussy. I imagined bending her over, and burying myself balls deep in her tight little cunt. I thought about the art teacher playing with my precum, how she was rubbing it between her fingers. I imagined how her tongue would feel, lapping it up from the tip of my cock like a cat getting milk from a saucer. That was all I needed. I came so hard I shot my load all over my chest and my face. The class that evening was much more enjoyable, of course. I was comfortable in my nakedness, and didn't feel the need to hide behind my robe. What was the point? What was there to hide? Not to mention that after a good jacking session I was pretty relaxed. The instructor for this class was another beautiful young woman. She was not oozing sex appeal like my first sexy art teacher, but she had her own something special going on. A little innocent, a little not. I stretched out on a low daybed for a perspective drawing, some depth of field thing. I'm not an artist and I didn't exactly follow everything. I tried to just do what they asked of me, and make it interesting for them. As I laid there on my side and relaxed, I felt the warmth of the spotlight on me, I felt my balls relax and let go. As my scrotal sac softened I felt my balls drop down in front of me. Again there was that satisfying sensation of weight and fullness, as my flaccid cock hung out there with no shame. "Oh, I don't know about you guys, but I think it's getting a little hot in here" This little art teacher said. I was glad she noticed. Going to class the rest of the week I was filled with confidence. As I walked around campus to me eyes of the young women walking past me, and wondered how well they knew me. Who knows? I doubted that I would actually recognize front of them, after all I had spent most of my time trying not to look at them. And to them, who was I? I was a naked guy got a Boner in class. I'm sure some of them were scarred, but some of them I think probably just giggled and had a good time. I modeled for another class that week, and nearly fell asleep in one of my poses. I guess I was beginning to feel pretty comfortable. The confidence carried over into my classes as well. Having to present an argument before the class was nothing now. The room could be full of 200 people and it wouldn't matter. I could stand in front of the room and make my argument without a stitch of clothes on and I would've been fine. Making my argument with my britches still up as a piece of cake. A couple of weeks later I sat alone at a bar downtown, savoring one of the local microbrews. I was reading through an article taking notes for paper I had to write, and somebody set that at the stool next to me. "Hello," said a soft warm voice. I disengaged my mind from the article and looked up. It took a second to focus, and there was Little Miss Sundress. She had beautiful big dark brown eyes, and a wide mischievous grin. "I thought I recognized you." "Hello," I said, "what a pleasure it is to see you." Her eyes were so pretty. They were so dark, so full of mystery I couldn't look away. "I'm surprised you recognized me." "Oh really, didn't think anyone would recognize you with your clothes on?" Her smile promised that she was trouble. "I admit it was kind of hard" she giggled, pun clearly intended, her gaze dropping to my crotch and back. She smiled again, and gently bit her lower lip. "Hey, my roommate and I are headed home to soak in the hot tub. You should come with us. I told her all about you." With that, she reached over and softly massaged my thigh. This was going to be fun. "I don't know," I said, trying to feign at least a little coyness. I didn't want her to think I was too easy. "I don't think I've caught your name, and I'm not sure it's safe to go home with strangers." "Nope" she said. It's definitely not." She took my hand, and I followed her out of the bar.