I was a senior in high school was interested in ceramics and throwing pots on the wheel. A friend and I were also enrolled in a few classes at the local college of art and design. My friend was taking life drawing and I was so intrigued with the idea of posing naked in front of a classroom full of people. I could not stop thinking about it and eventually began asking questions and even going to the library to read up on life drawing and what it takes to become a nude model. At first I was doubtful that I would actually be hired to pose, having no experience or drawing and painting background. I knew I wanted to do it so I joined a gym , started familiarizing myself with different poses, and the terminology. I would fantasize about what it would feel like to be on stage naked and this would always lead to me getting an erection on the stage. Just the thought of it aroused me and fueled my masturbation sessions. Fearing being terminated if I was showing signs that I enjoyed it as much as I did I planned how I would keep myself from getting an erection.. When I felt I was ready to go to work I applied at 1 school and was put on the list of male models willing to pose nude. The Life Drawing instructor would call me in about 2 weeks with some bookings. I had done it. I was one step away from realizing my desire to be naked in a public setting. At home early , one thing on my mind, I threw off my clothes , grabbed my bottle of astro glide from my nightstand . A message on my voice mail, I was needed to fill in for a last-minute cancellation . I was to meet the TA at the studio at 6 this evening.. I excepted the booking and was so nervous and excited at the same time. To ease into it and I felt not thinking about it in a sexual way was all that I had to do to keep from getting an erection. The first time I stepped on the platform naked I had to mentally focus to suppress my penis from getting out of control. I think the cool night air and bright lights on my naked body made it very difficult to control yet I was able to. I was successful for the next three classes and was confident my method to controlling erections from developing was one that worked every time. I had filled my calendar with new bookings at several colleges and everything was going as planned. The feelings of embarrassment were fading with each session. The next class started as usual with half hour of quick gesture poses to warm up the students. Then the instructor told me we would have one pose that would span the rest of the class time and proceeded to set me up in a pose of her liking. Seated in a lounge chair slouching back creating a challenge in drawing foreshortening . When I was just right she marked my position on the chair with chalk. Reference points I could use get into the same posture after a break. The pose was going fine, then five minutes into it I was feeling some stirrings in my lower abdomen. Like before I mentally suppressed it and was relaxed again. After taking a break I regained my position in the pose and drawing resumed. A few minutes into the pose I felt some stirrings of arousal again, but, this time is was different. Before I could take a deep breath and mentally suppress any feeling of arousal my penis was lurching into full-blown erection. The studio went silent, all chit chat stopped. I was caught off guard at this point I was not sure what to do. I am fired I know it, I thought to myself. I close my eyes and try to think it away with opposite effect. This attempt to regain control only added fuel to the fire and was futile. It seemed my entire body was throbbing . I was expecting to hear the instructors intervening words. I only heard the sounds of erasers on paper and of charcoal drawing on paper. I thought of stopping the pose then I heard a student ask the instructor for some help with her drawing. The instructor and the student analyzed,checked and measured, stood back and viewed me just as normal. All the while I was struggling to control my erection which was surging totally out of control. My breathing turned heavy , I stayed that way till break turning all shades of red feeling embarrassed of the obvious amount of pleasure I was getting out of my predicament. I was surprised that after I broke for break and the class partially emptied out I still could not make my erection go away. With nothing but my bathrobe on I stayed on the model platform the whole break. I expected to be fired, but was not. I was expecting to be asked to calm down, but was not. I was still erect when I was placing myself according to the chalk marks and I was coached into the final position by the students in the front aligning my position with what they had on paper. It might be difficult for some people to understand , the level of pleasure I feel ,lasting all day and into the night. Even after posing with an erection most of the 3 hours. I was asked to come back and even got some compliments about my modeling . The male body is natural in all forms and I found that my body in an aroused state is beautiful and worthy of being drawn. I am more relaxed in my modeling sessions (less nervous) and when erections happen the only thing that changes is the drawings.
It was my first time working at a university and the idea thrilled me. Driving directions, parking passes, finding the fine arts department, instructors, studios, etc.. The first time on campus for me was confusing and a little intimidating but I stayed focused as to not be late for my appointment to take off my clothes and stand on a pedestal so I may be viewed totally naked. As I approached the off ramp to exit the freeway I had a few butterflies mixed in with the overall state of arousal I was feeling . I had an erection since leaving home. Entering the studio I was briefed on the poses and length of times by the TA, and then was on my own. I searched for a dressing room or closet and there was none. There was a foyer that was the entrance to this studio so I thought to undress there and stash my clothes behind a cabinet. There was also a row of sinks for studio uses. I was ready to make my entrance. Entering the studio is the most intense experience because being the model for the day , the subject of study, every student has their eyes on me . Watching how I walk , my movement, looking at my feet and hands. Some start sketching me even before I take the stage. I am hired for this purpose, I can expect no privacy while in the studio. I like walking in and without pausing I am naked before I make eye contact with anyone. I walked in, found the stage, dropping my robe as I stepped up to begin my first gesture pose. 30 seconds, 5 minutes, 1 hour. no problem. This is when I check the audience and notice the individual concentration each student has. Some look only at my penis. it is so obvious. Not a problem for me, look all you want at anything on my body is openly on display for you. When class was over I made my way to the room I used as a dressing room. Closed the door behind me thinking how well things went. I removed my robe stuffing it into my gym bag and turning to the sinks to wash my feet. I was enjoying a sensuous feeling , a tension after 4 hours of stimulation. I fondled my half erect penis while beginning to wash my feet when I heard noises coming from all around. I was startled to see 4 doors open at once and the quiet room I was in was suddenly packed with students leaving classes ending . A stream of student artists flowed 3 lanes wide like traffic on the interstate, tip to tail, bumper to bumper. My clothes were across the way behind a cabinet out of reach. My robe somewhere down stream. I was without options except to stand there naked. As embarrassing as this was, I could do nothing but wait it out by the sink , unable to hide my now fully erect penis. I felt the buzz of arousal increasing , with my heart rate and respiration elevated , a noticeable surge in rigidity of my penis seemed to defy gravity curving almost straight up I glance down noticing a sparkle of precum all within a few seconds. ” Oh my god,” I had no where to hide from view my hard pulsating penis from the 75 or so art students within a few inches from where I stood. Every time I raised my head to see if I could scoot across I only the startled faces with wide eyes looking down to my swollen penis then a quick eye contact. The hallway echoed with chatter about the naked guy with snickers and remarks about how obvious it was that I was enjoying myself. I was in no position to deny it, as the erotic nature of my predicament played in to my exhibitionist core. A few chuckles and giggles ,Oh my god. he is naked, Oh my god. did you see that? he has a hard on. That must be one of the models I heard one person say. A lot of things went through my mind as I wrestled the bundle of clothes from behind the cabinet, getting home topped the list. Heading to the parking structure, I walked slowly analysing what just happened. I tried to conceal my erection as I walked. I headed straight home , the drive home was less hectic then the drive to the University. Arriving home with one thing on my mind. Locking the dead bolt behind me I quickly threw off my clothes on my way to the night stand drawer grabbed my lube laying back naked again, on my bed. With delightful anticipation I fondled my genitals with my left hand how wonderful the feeling it was. I was surprised to hear myself let out a quiet moan as I applied the personal lube to my swollen penis. Keeping my phone close by in case of a call for me to model and get naked again in public. With this experience fresh in my mind, I masturbated many times for the rest of the afternoon. Not sure what the demand would be for my services in my new-found trade. The construction jobs I worked full speed, sneaking away to 1 or 2 times a week to model. That quickly changed excepting every booking focusing on my new interest. The best days are when I naked from 8-12, 1-4, 5-9 pm. The pay is less than I am used to, more cost in gas, I am ok with that. The amount I spend on lube has quadrupled. I discovered studio storage rooms are available if requested.
I was interested in experiencing being a nude model. I realized this was something I fantasized about as long as I can remember . An arrangement that would serve as an outlet for my exhibitionist streak. Thoughts of being the only one naked in an Art Studio/classroom, on a stage. For me this would be endlessly titillating and fulfilling. I began to educate myself of the requirements, talents, poses to be a good model. Contacting Fine Arts Departments at several schools. I submitted a few photos of me posing along with the application. I was not booked yet, any day I could expect a call. The call came and I was starting to fill my calendar . Everything went as expected for a few weeks. I was so very self-conscious, but, that eventually changed to feelings of confidence. I was suppressing feelings of arousal and the first stages of erection without a problem. I passed the test. I was in total control, this was great. I pulled it off and it felt good. I excepted all bookings. After posing for a class many times friendly interactions and a less formal atmosphere develops. On this particular day I arrived a few minutes late, but quickly undressed behind a row of unused easels and was on the stage just as the critique ended. I was instructed to take a standing pose leaning on a pole with weight to one leg and face the class. I was feeling relaxed and took a loose pose waiting for the signal to start. The murmur of the discussion taking place at the other end of the studio was drowned out by a sudden commotion. It reminded me of a huddle in a football game exploding apart with a ready, break. The group expanded across the room. I was the center of attention suddenly. The sound of drawing benches, students straddling their benches and supplies, scooting, shuffling and dragging themselves across the studio to where I stood naked. One minute I was quietly alone off in the corner, the next I had the attention of enthusiastic art students in a race to grab the front row. I felt the first of a few drafts , breezes of cool air across my body. All my senses were awakened and I mean all my senses. This time was different, a swirling sensation was my scrotum tightening at the same time I felt a strong swelling throbbing erection building fast. Within seconds my penis was fully engorged . Pulsating wildly, stiff like never before , I waited.. I was going to take a break then realized the class continued to draw what they saw requiring erasures as the pose had changed. I was blushing, I was abuzz with arousal. The feeling of humiliation increased and so did the pleasure that persisted for the rest of the day.
How someone could willfully undress completely naked for detailed study by groups of strangers. For most people the idea of being naked in public is a subject of nightmares. For some, the opposite is true. An exhibitionist would consider this a fantasy come true. exhibitionist desire to expose themselves, and must find acceptable outlets to express themselves. My favorite university to pose over time has me as their go to guy when models cancel. Calls from the studio resources are frequent. Excepting every offer to fill in calendar. My popularity with instructors, art students, the department is up. . Maintaining a good work ethic or being reliable along with a strong performance on the model stand, counteracts any concerns about my chronic state of arousal. From sculpture, painting ,life drawing and especially anatomy. Where instruction focuses on my erection as an opportunity to study male anatomy in an aroused state . At the start of the school year , straight out of high school freshman are clued in on what to expect. To be continued…