I put head in my hands: what was I doing here? Just because I wanted to spend some time with Mrs Cooper, I was going to sit naked in front of a room full of… who knows who?
I undressed slowly and, thankfully, the biggest worry that had been on my mind – that of walking out from behind the screen with an enormous erection – was the furthest thing from happening. In fact, I was now worried that they might be somewhat… disappointed. It wasn’t cold in the room, but fear had forced my manhood to beat a hasty retreat. I gave it a little tug and a wiggle with my fingers to try and breathe a little bit of life into it and it made a little difference. At least I looked like I’d passed puberty now.
With a lead weight in the pit of my stomach I stepped slowly out from behind the screen and, unable to focus on anything else in the room, I circled the chair and sat awkwardly on it. Only now did I try to glance around. Were there any men here? I couldn’t see any… So that was the second hurdle cleared: no erection, and no men. I took a deep breath.
So far, it wasn’t so bad. Sure, I was naked, but everyone seemed pretty okay with it. I guess it’s a life drawing class after all, and this was pretty much what they were expecting. It wasn’t like I’d suddenly walked nude onto the bus.
I put that thought out of my head as I felt the twitch in my groin that it prompted. Think about the old ladies… think about the old ladies… That worked. I looked for Mrs Cooper in the front row and she was smiling again. And unlike most of the time that I was naked at her home, her smile was one of pure warmth. There was no trace of the knowing amusement that usually played on her lips. It occurred to me that this was the first time she had seen me naked without an erection, which seemed something of an odd situation in itself. That wasn’t counting whatever had happened when I was too young to remember, of course.
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Kara Bryn 
Having similar experience as an artist model I enjoyed this story. Good job, Thank You.
That sounds lovely! And I’m glad you liked the story.
Actually this was a drawing 1 class at a community college and this particular class was the first time they had a nude model. There were about 5 males and 20 females in the class. It was so much fun being the first nude model most of them had seen. Also was interesting how many of them drew my penis in great detail as opposed to other body areas. Many of them drew my penis much larger than it actually was.
I’ve seen life drawing classes where women are drawn with comedy breasts, because everyone draws from their (caricatured) imagination rather than what they see. It must be quite flattering to have that much attention paid to your body, though. I just wouldn’t be brave enough, and would be mortified if anyone I knew found out!
did you take the picture? more details if you know them.
I love seeing and reading your posts!
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Which picture was it?
Post more pictures of this event
I loved being a nude art model when I was an undergraduate, so much that i kept doing it part-time for several more years after graduation. I am going to have to buy your book.
more pics please
can i post a picture here? I have more of the same model.
yes, go ahead please. Intrigued.