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This story blurs the lines between fiction and reality, but is mostly true. I was a nude model for artist for many years. This is based on my experiences,
I had just moved away from home and was starting my first year at a Fine Arts College. My dad died when I was a kid and my mom didn't have the money to send me to school so I had worked hard saving money. I did get a grant, but still needed to work to make ends meet. As I was getting familiar with the campus I saw a bulletin board filled with things people had posted there. My eye immediately went to a notice the school was hiring both male and female models to pose for classes. The pay was way better than any job I could get at a restaurant, store, etc. I was nervous as hell, but immediately reported to the office indicated on the flyer and inquired about the job. I was expecting to find out a bit of information, think it over, psyche myself up to have the balls to do it, etc. but the model coordinator took my schedule and she wrote down some dates and times and wanted me to start the next day.
I left the office in a blurry haze, not quite knowing what I had just done. I went back to my dorm room and stated wondering if I should go back and say I couldn't do it. Then I decided I had to man up and do it to make the money I needed.
The next day was the first day of classes. I had a studio painting class that lasted half a day, took a lunch break, and then had to report to the modeling office. She took me to a classroom and introduced me to the instructor, Ms. Jackson, who was a beautiful woman only about 10 years older than me. Suddenly I was fearful I would get an erection. She took me behind a screen and said to go ahead and undress and stay there until she called me. I could hear students coming in and getting in position to draw. The instructor introduced herself and made a few general comments about what they would be doing during the semester, but kept it short and sweet.
Soon I heard her say, "Alex, you can come out." I had been told to bring a robe to wear during break so I had that on. I was extremely nervous and that only increased when I saw that several of the students were people I had just met in my earlier class. Why the hell had it never occurred to me I would be naked in front of people I would know who would soon be my friends as the school year got underway? Damn, I had been stupid and impulsive going after this job.
Ms. Jackson brought me out of my trance and asked me to get on the model stand and take off my robe. I was not the least bit athletic, but was blessed with a swimmer's build and did my best to stay in great shape. Suddenly as I was totally naked in the middle of the large art studio space, on a raised stage, surrounded by about 25 students. I had envisioned being against a wall so this was like my worst nightmare having my entire body visible from every angle.
Ms. Jackson explained to me and the class that we were going o start with quick gesture poses lasting only 30 seconds, then 1 minute, and 2 minute. At her direction I had to shift my arms and legs so the students had something different draw. After about 15 minutes she told the class we were moving into longer poses, starting with 20 minute sessions. She told me she wanted me to start with standing poses, then as the 3 hour class progressed we would go to seated poses and finally to reclining poses.
I took my first pose and made what I have since learned is modeling faux pas. I looked directly at students. I kept my body still, but let me eye wonder. I am bisexual and at the time very inexperienced. I saw a girl from my earlier class who I would describe as totally out of my league. She was looking at my cock, but sensed I was looking at her so she looked up and smiled, then licked her lips in a very seductive way. I could feel my cock twitch so I looked away. Then I saw a guy who would be my dream date and felt my shaft firm up and begin to rise. I looked at the ceiling and hoped it would go soft.
At the end of the 20 minute pose Ms. Jackson's voice called out, "Alex, you can take a 5 minute break." I grabbed my robe and stepped down. Several students left to use the rest rooms, etc. I looked at some of the drawings on the easels. I had gotten down on the side where they had drawn my back and I thought I didn't look half bad. As I moved to the other side of the room I become horrified when I saw my dick was just shy of half mast, sticking out at about the 3:30 position of a clock. My erection is 7.5" and at this state it was close to that so it looked like porn drawings instead of a fine art class. Some students had also drawn it in it soft state and I felt proud of how I looked. Since I was 16 I had been a show-er with a thick 6" flaccid.
Ms. Jackson asked if she could speak to me in private and we went out in the hall and to the faculty office. She said she understood I was new to modeling and nervous, but I had to learn to control my penis and she was going to let it go this time but not in the future. I really needed the work and now that at least half of the class knew what my hard cock looked like, I thought I had nothing more to lose and wanted to make it work.
I made it through the rest of the class without another incident and began to relax and enjoy modeling. It seemed to be over with in a flash and it was late afternoon. The students were quick to leave and Ms. Jackson came over and complimented me on my work. She said she thought I was a natural, knowing instinctively how to position my body to my advantage and to provide interesting angles all around the room.
Then she said she had to run and would see me next time.
I went behind the screen and got dressed and then walked out in the hall. I was surprised to find the guy I saw as my fantasy dream date leaning against the wall waiting for me. He said his name was Anthony and told me I had been a good model and hoped I didn't mind him saying he thought my body was hot. He was slightly taller than my 5'1" frame and in great shape. Now that we were up close I could see he had black chest hair peeking out above his collar and there appeared to be a sizable bulge in his jeans that appeared to be growing as I was looking at it.
He asked if I would consider posing for him privately at his apartment. He said he needed practice so he could maximize his time in class. He would pay me whatever the school was paying. I agreed and we set it up for the next evening. I went back to my dorm room and was thankful my room mate Scott wasn't there. I flung myself on my bed and jacked off to a massive orgasm. I had just gotten off the bed and I cleaned the cum off my chest when Scott walked in. I was naked and my dick was still red and engorged from the recent activity. He laughed and said "You must be one horny fucker" and explained that two girls he knew had been talking about the model in their drawing class named Alex who had popped a boner in front of everyone.
To be continued...
I had just moved away from home and was starting my first year at a Fine Arts College. My dad died when I was a kid and my mom didn't have the money to send me to school so I had worked hard saving money. I did get a grant, but still needed to work to make ends meet. As I was getting familiar with the campus I saw a bulletin board filled with things people had posted there. My eye immediately went to a notice the school was hiring both male and female models to pose for classes. The pay was way better than any job I could get at a restaurant, store, etc. I was nervous as hell, but immediately reported to the office indicated on the flyer and inquired about the job. I was expecting to find out a bit of information, think it over, psyche myself up to have the balls to do it, etc. but the model coordinator took my schedule and she wrote down some dates and times and wanted me to start the next day.
I left the office in a blurry haze, not quite knowing what I had just done. I went back to my dorm room and stated wondering if I should go back and say I couldn't do it. Then I decided I had to man up and do it to make the money I needed.
The next day was the first day of classes. I had a studio painting class that lasted half a day, took a lunch break, and then had to report to the modeling office. She took me to a classroom and introduced me to the instructor, Ms. Jackson, who was a beautiful woman only about 10 years older than me. Suddenly I was fearful I would get an erection. She took me behind a screen and said to go ahead and undress and stay there until she called me. I could hear students coming in and getting in position to draw. The instructor introduced herself and made a few general comments about what they would be doing during the semester, but kept it short and sweet.
Soon I heard her say, "Alex, you can come out." I had been told to bring a robe to wear during break so I had that on. I was extremely nervous and that only increased when I saw that several of the students were people I had just met in my earlier class. Why the hell had it never occurred to me I would be naked in front of people I would know who would soon be my friends as the school year got underway? Damn, I had been stupid and impulsive going after this job.
Ms. Jackson brought me out of my trance and asked me to get on the model stand and take off my robe. I was not the least bit athletic, but was blessed with a swimmer's build and did my best to stay in great shape. Suddenly as I was totally naked in the middle of the large art studio space, on a raised stage, surrounded by about 25 students. I had envisioned being against a wall so this was like my worst nightmare having my entire body visible from every angle.
Ms. Jackson explained to me and the class that we were going o start with quick gesture poses lasting only 30 seconds, then 1 minute, and 2 minute. At her direction I had to shift my arms and legs so the students had something different draw. After about 15 minutes she told the class we were moving into longer poses, starting with 20 minute sessions. She told me she wanted me to start with standing poses, then as the 3 hour class progressed we would go to seated poses and finally to reclining poses.
I took my first pose and made what I have since learned is modeling faux pas. I looked directly at students. I kept my body still, but let me eye wonder. I am bisexual and at the time very inexperienced. I saw a girl from my earlier class who I would describe as totally out of my league. She was looking at my cock, but sensed I was looking at her so she looked up and smiled, then licked her lips in a very seductive way. I could feel my cock twitch so I looked away. Then I saw a guy who would be my dream date and felt my shaft firm up and begin to rise. I looked at the ceiling and hoped it would go soft.
At the end of the 20 minute pose Ms. Jackson's voice called out, "Alex, you can take a 5 minute break." I grabbed my robe and stepped down. Several students left to use the rest rooms, etc. I looked at some of the drawings on the easels. I had gotten down on the side where they had drawn my back and I thought I didn't look half bad. As I moved to the other side of the room I become horrified when I saw my dick was just shy of half mast, sticking out at about the 3:30 position of a clock. My erection is 7.5" and at this state it was close to that so it looked like porn drawings instead of a fine art class. Some students had also drawn it in it soft state and I felt proud of how I looked. Since I was 16 I had been a show-er with a thick 6" flaccid.
Ms. Jackson asked if she could speak to me in private and we went out in the hall and to the faculty office. She said she understood I was new to modeling and nervous, but I had to learn to control my penis and she was going to let it go this time but not in the future. I really needed the work and now that at least half of the class knew what my hard cock looked like, I thought I had nothing more to lose and wanted to make it work.
I made it through the rest of the class without another incident and began to relax and enjoy modeling. It seemed to be over with in a flash and it was late afternoon. The students were quick to leave and Ms. Jackson came over and complimented me on my work. She said she thought I was a natural, knowing instinctively how to position my body to my advantage and to provide interesting angles all around the room.
Then she said she had to run and would see me next time.
I went behind the screen and got dressed and then walked out in the hall. I was surprised to find the guy I saw as my fantasy dream date leaning against the wall waiting for me. He said his name was Anthony and told me I had been a good model and hoped I didn't mind him saying he thought my body was hot. He was slightly taller than my 5'1" frame and in great shape. Now that we were up close I could see he had black chest hair peeking out above his collar and there appeared to be a sizable bulge in his jeans that appeared to be growing as I was looking at it.
He asked if I would consider posing for him privately at his apartment. He said he needed practice so he could maximize his time in class. He would pay me whatever the school was paying. I agreed and we set it up for the next evening. I went back to my dorm room and was thankful my room mate Scott wasn't there. I flung myself on my bed and jacked off to a massive orgasm. I had just gotten off the bed and I cleaned the cum off my chest when Scott walked in. I was naked and my dick was still red and engorged from the recent activity. He laughed and said "You must be one horny fucker" and explained that two girls he knew had been talking about the model in their drawing class named Alex who had popped a boner in front of everyone.
To be continued...