Typically I avoid driving during rush hour, but today was different. The drive was not a long one, but likely to be a slow crawl, even the bumper to bumper almost gridlock near downtown I excepted. Artist’s are always in need of live models draped and non-draped. (Non-draped only )is indicated in my profile in Studio Resources. Driven by a desire to put myself in scenarios that were once only of wet dreams and masturbation fantasies I daydream of recent experiences in the idle time. Upon exiting the freeway I began to feel a nervous arousal, a stirring inside, knowing I would be totally naked on display in a matter of minutes. I derive so much enjoyment from this it is amazing to me. I think about how the groups I pose for and what they think of me. The special times when the noisy restless atmosphere of the studio suddenly goes quiet when a twitch at first then my scrotum rolls tight. A intense throbbing persists pushing harder. Only whispers I hear once all are aware of what was happening on stage. I close my eyes feelings of humiliation seem to add fuel to the fire. I deal with that, motionless for minute after minute under the bright warm lights. I want this to last. Not everyone that reads my story will understand. I know some will.
I expose myself in a way, so revealing, providing most of those present with a clear view. Ij am blushing with feelings of humiliation as I set myself up for when arousal happens it would be impossible to settle down. In few minutes with no place to hide the classroom becomes quiet. So quiet, I was sure everyone could hear my heart pumping strong. I held the pose even though I could feel my penis , swelling and pushing in length, head engorged more than ever. Pre-cum flooded my urethra , pooling, shimmering in the light as it flowed from the tip. I stayed in the pose , opening my eyes to see all eyes studying my body , the witnesses of my deviance. Around me , whispers , quiet chatter, full attention . My entire body felt of pins and needles times ten when the first release of hot semen shot up landing on my shoulder, then chest, repeatedly , never had I experienced such glorious pleasure. I had not a concern what I would do after I ejaculated on myself in class on stage . An awkwardness feeling about my sexuality.