Being the only one naked in a classroom or art studio can be stimulating in more than one way. During the early morning classes after I have taken the first longer pose is when I am visited by the model coordinator. Most always a TA would fill this job. A light knock at the door, then she peeks her head in, looks at me, then with a gracious smile quietly walks up to me and whispers in my ear about having some cancellations. Could I fill in? I always say yes. Then with a smile and a “thanks” she turns to the artists, who are in a tight circle, apologizes for the disturbance. 9 out of 10 times I am experiencing spontaneous
intense erections that come and go. Mostly in a full arousal state during this time. She is not effected by this at all and begins to browse and mingle. I blush a little when my erection stiffens and intensifies as she chats with friend about her drawing. This scenario has me in a buzz. Precum floods my urethra, my heart rate increases. I just close my eyes and hold the pose. After she is gone I get some smiles and grins from some artists.
Somehow I have found a path from only in my dreams to real life. Searching for outlet, a safe place where I am encouraged to express myself. In the structured classroom full of artists staring at my naked body, studying every detail. The bright lights placed for the best view. I thrive off the creative passion that fills the studio. Like a match made in heaven, taking off my clothes for them works for me.