I’ve discovered how erotic it can be watching myself masturbating using a mirror. Placing a mirror in the right place is important so a clear view of my most intimate areas. Sexually turned on by the sight of my own body? Yes.
After graduating from High School I enrolled in some art classes at the community college. I was intrigued at the fact that nude models were used everyday and in most classes. I kept thinking about what it would be like and I would find myself fluttering with sexual sensation. I knew that if I had ever tried it I would have a rock hard erection. Still, I was captivated by the idea of modeling for an art class. . It was also very arousing, which is why I never really considered it , however, I saw a flyer posted near the art offices facility advertising for nude models to pose for an art class. I figured that maybe should give it a try. I started thinking about why I shouldn’t do it, but decided to shelve those concerns and just go for it. I took down the number and called as soon as I got back to my desk. I spoke to a secretary who took my name and told me that the instructor would call me when she needed someone.A week or so later I got a call from the instructor. She was a very nice woman, and she told me about the course. It was drawing from an anatomic perspective. For each class they would focus on a
specific set of muscles, and the model would strike three poses for about twenty minutes each. The poses were taken from classical works that accentuated the muscle groups in question. She told me she had a few classes where she still needed models, one of which was for shoulders and back. I figured that this would be the safest, because if anything went “wrong” I’d have my back to the students. I decided to throw caution to the wind and agreed to do it.In the days that led up to the class I began to play out scenarios in my mind. I knew from talking to people who had done modeling that the difficult part was staying absolutely still for twenty or more minutes at a time. I expected that the stimulation of the situation might cause some erection problems at first, but that the effort required to hold the pose would quickly distract me and that an erection would be unlikely from then on. Still, I wanted to minimize the possibilities of that initial erection in any way I could. My plan was to over-sex myself to the point that my penis would be too worn out to become erect. I began masturbating every day, sometimes ejaculating two or three times in a single day. The morning of the class I masturbated in the shower. Although the class wasn’t until much later that afternoon, there would be no convenient opportunity to masturbate again once I’d left for work.Hours before I was to leave for the class I was so nervous that I couldn’t concentrate on my work. When it was finally time to go I made the long walk to the building where the class was held. I tried to keep my mind off erections, but I could feel my dick pressing against my sweatpants, as I walked. I decided to use the meditation technique of breath counting to keep myself from thinking about my penis. The plan was to use that technique when I was actually modeling as well.I finally got to the building and found the room. I was instantly aghast to find that the students were arranged in a large circle rather than all at one end of the room. This undermined my assumption that I would have my back to everyone in the event that I started having “problems.” I was so nervous at this point that I really just wanted to get started, but I had to sit and wait through the lecture portion of the class where the instructor discussed the anatomy of the muscle groups in great detail and covered the technical names for all the muscles in each group. I used the meditation to try to keep my mind off my penis, which still felt like it was already getting plump. All that masturbating in the previous days appeared to have absolutely no impact whatsoever.Finally the lecture was over and it was time to get down to business. To my delight, all the students got up and congregated at one end of the room as I had originally expected them to. This was a relief, but the time of reckoning had come. I kicked off my shoes, removed my socks, unbuttoned my shirt, and pulled down my jeans. I lingered in my sweatpants for a moment, but soon I pulled them over my butt, down my thighs, and then stepped out of them one foot at a time. There I was, bare naked in a room full of clothed people who were preparing to stare intently at my nude body. In all honesty I have no idea of the degree to which my penis was becoming erect, if any at all, because looking at it even for a moment would surely have caused it to spring into action.I was very quickly distracted from my concerns as I listened to the instructor explain the way she wanted me to pose. I lay on the floor on my right side with my back to the students. My legs were extended to my left and my right elbow was propped up on a chair, curving my spine and bringing my shoulders parallel with the floor. The students began to draw and I began to meditate. So far things were going according to plan. The fact that the students couldn’t even see my penis removed a lot of the pressure, and with it a lot of the stimulation. The meditation, in addition to keeping my mind off my dick, also helped to pass the time as I remained as motionless as possible for minute after minute after minute.Once twenty minutes had gone by I was starting to get a little restless. Eventually the instructor stood up. I expected her to say that this pose was done, but instead she said that there would be about five more minutes for people to finish up. About seven or eight minutes later she finally brought it to a close. At this point my thoughts were entirely on how sore my shoulder was after having been propped up like that for a good half hour. As the students put down their drawing utensils and got up to mill about, I very slowly and carefully took the weight off my shoulder. As my muscles began to loosen up I sat up and stretched my arms over my head. My penis seemed to be well under control. I rolled over onto my back lay flat on the floor with my arms still stretched over my head.As I rolled over, however, my dick kind of flopped from one side over onto the other. This sensation stirred something in my loins, and all of a sudden my dick wasn’t well under control anymore. I didn’t panic, but rather just lay on my back and relaxed before I had to hold the next pose. I almost felt like I could drift off to sleep.Soon the instructor called the students back to order and got me up to do the next pose. As I stood up I could feel that my dick was definitely not completely soft, but I ignored it as best I could as I walked over to the instructor in full view of the class. For the next pose I was to sit in a chair with both elbows propped up on a table in front of me, placing me in direct profile to the students. Although my dick was sort of in “chubby” status by this time, it was pretty well hidden down between my legs. But then the instructor had me keep my arms where they were and swivel the chair more toward the students to twist my torso. I swiveled just a little bit, but she kept saying, “Further… further.” She didn’t stop until my pelvis was practically facing the students, which made my penis much more visible. I knew this was going to be trouble.I instantly went back to the meditation. As the students began their drawings I tried to keep my mind one hundred percent off my penis, but I couldn’t help but feel it growing. The simple fact that I knew that other people could see it made the situation all the more stimulating. Slowly but surely I could feel it rising higher and higher, until it was up around the tops of my thighs. I tried to concentrate on the meditation, but it wasn’t helping. My dick was on an unalterable course for boner city. The harder I meditated, the harder my dick was becoming. Eventually I glanced down and could see that it had risen above the level of my thighs and was in plain view.My worst fears were being realized. I was in a formal academic setting, and I was getting a full erection. If you’ve seen any of the pictures I have elsewhere on this site, you’ll know that once my penis gets up to full size that it doesn’t go unnoticed. I didn’t know what to do. By this time it was practically stiff and the scene was quickly becoming pornographic. I knew that there was no way it was going to go back down again of its own accord. If I didn’t do something it would stay like that for the duration of the pose.I was becoming desperate. I contemplated saying something to apologize and ask them to bear with me, but that would have only drawn attention to the situation and made matters worse. Instead I closed my eyes and rode it out, closing my eyes made more aware and realized that my whole body was in an extreme high level of sexual arousal, not just my penis was lurching with each beat of my heart , but it seemed like my lips eyelids,chest was in full arousal.I continued to meditate as a way to pass the time. Once again the pose went on for about ten minutes longer than it was supposed to. As soon as the instructor brought it to a close I lept up and ran for my clothes with my schlong flapping around as I went. I quickly threw on my sweatpants. I sheepishly looked around the room, but no one seemed to be giggling or looking at me funny. I wanted to apologize to the instructor and make sure it wasn’t too big of a deal, but she had gone through a door in the back of the room. I took a peek inside, but it lead off to other parts of the building and she was nowhere to be seen. I decided to just let it go. I wandered around the room to check out some of the drawings the students had made. In some my organ did seem to be conspicuously missing, but at least I saw no egregious erasures.When it was time to do the third and final pose my penis had gone back to being more or less soft again. I was relieved to find that I would have my back completely to the students. I was to assume a standing contrapposto pose with one hand up above my head. I took my pants and underwear off and got into position. With my penis safely out of view it behaved itself this time. Once again I used the meditation to help pass the time, and once again it went on for about ten minutes longer than it was supposed to. By now my penis was pretty much completely under control and I wished that the class would go on longer. After we were done and I got my clothes back on I contemplated pulling a student aside and asking if my erection in the second pose was really all that noticeable. Instead I just made a quiet exit. A couple weeks later I got a call asking if I would model for a different class. I figured that at least the instructor hadn’t reported me as being a disgusting pig that should be taken off the list. Although I knew the same thing would happen again if I did another class, I contemplated doing it anyway. I took down the instructor’s name so that I could talk to him and warn him that this could be a problem, but I never wound up calling. I got more calls from other instructors. My calendar filled with more bookings and classes, and even other colleges. I now, am no longer worried about getting reprimanded when my penis gets hard. I can relax and bask in the long hours of continuous erotic and sensuous bliss.
The 80 acres of land densely forested private land had miles of trails. The beauty of the wilderness and nature brings out feelings of freedom, the perfect place to take off my clothes to satisfy a desire to be naked outdoors. I have had dreams, and fantasies about being naked outdoors, so, when riding my motorcycle, part of my rides resulted finding the best place to frolic about. A very erotic element always played out. Taking off my clothes as I listened and studied my surroundings making sure I was alone. Leaving my clothes in a neat pile noting the landmarks so I can find my clothes later. My penis feels heavy and sways from side to side as I walked. After a few minutes I veered off the trail where a stand of thin smooth barked trees dominated the landscape. I have been here before, my penis had stiffened and was throbbing furiously. I would not have to go far to find the perfect tree reaching as high as I could reach, grasping the tree I pull my body upwards lift my feet off the ground with my rigid penis directly contacting the tree to the right. I climb as high as 12 feet struggling to reach a plateau of a mixture of physical fatigue and arousal. Sliding down to rest, then, resume climbing again at least 2 or 3 times to reach orgasm . This tree was thin and tall with no branches at the bottom. Branches are an annoyance but not a problem. While I was on my third climb severe fatigue set in, was clinging to the tree about 13 feet up pausing for a moment. I was in the point of no return, a point where an orgasm is reachable and the idea of stopping is out of the question. I was in the zone that is my favorite. On the edge, pre-cum flowed freely from deep inside me the swelling pleasure begins to overwhelm all other concerns. What I mean is the concern that I might be caught had become a low priority. Reaching orgasm is most important. Prolonging and savoring this wonderful full body pleasure is difficult. Ignoring muscular fatigue, pushing past the burn, I continue to cling to the tree. I am vulnerable, in my own world, my eyes are closed. I am no longer alarmed when I hear voices in the distance. I gamble that they would be on a different trail so I ignore it. A group was having a intense discussion, was getting louder. They are heading towards me yet I was already past the point of stopping. Three young ladies were on the path directly below me . The truth is, I could not stop, not now. I held my breath stayed clinging to the skinny flimsy tree, how I must look, I did not care. On the verge of humiliation yet I was still on the edge of cumming. As yet they had not looked up. Stopping directly below me curious about my bike a few yards away. I am still struggling to stay in the tree but I am loosing my grip. I close my eyes hanging there naked .The girls began to move slowly along the conversation about my belongings, my clothes I could hear they had not left the area. Feeling of fatigue and arm muscles burned, then was replaced with a flood pleasure , shooting my hot load with power not felt before, and kept on and on , I could hear my cum hitting the dry leaves below I gasped, the pleasure flowed through every part of my body. I could not hold on any longer. Slowly letting myself down, penis bouncing and rigid still dripping and wet. Turning towards where I left my clothes, I realized I had not gone undetected after all. Not far away, three young ladies had positioned themselves atop a cluster of boulders providing a unobstructed view. l hear whispers, giggling breaking into laughter. I see wide eyes watching me, my every move. I searched for my clothes they were not there , nothing to cover myself. Mean while being teased about my sexual deviancy, a freak, exhibitionist. I endured the humiliation, then something strange happened. I began to become aroused , this was such a turn-on.
All models that pose nude for Art will tell you arousal never happens. The rigors of staying motionless for long periods of time prevent it. The art student will tell you the model never did. Then there is a occasional story of one model who got half hard for a brief moment. My years posing nude were completely opposite.
Friends would talk of the nude model they were drawing in class, how difficult it was to get right, the foreshortening. I was not interested in their chatter about drawing techniques. I was more curious about the model being totally naked. What it might be like posing nude. I was shy and awkward, but, I really wanted to do this. I was sure I could never share this with anyone I knew. I would not know how to respond to the “why?” question. For now, I would keep it to myself.
This is what happened when I started as a model for life drawing classes. After submitting my application at a local university I was surprised to get a call to work in 3 hours. I was not ready to get up on stage naked, I thought, in a week or two. I was going to the gym and practicing poses and trimming back my pubic hair. The anticipation, the excitement, I excepted the booking and then a little nervous. I had never been to a drawing session so I was charting new territory and did not know what to expect. I was greeted by the TA who was so nice and informative, she showed me to models dressing room after introducing my to the class. The studio was full with art students and drawing supplies ready and waiting for me to take off my clothes. I counted 25 students, and from then on all eyes were on me, and I could see some students were sizing my body up . I was getting naked . I heard the TA call me to the stage. Lets get started with gesture poses. This was the moment I fantasized about over and over. Exposing myself in a public setting and getting paid to do it. I masturbated many times to the thought of stepping on a stage totally naked . Now I was seconds from walking out into the studio. I opened the door and everyone watched as I made my way to the middle of the room all I could feel was the cool evening air on the parts of my body that were normally covered. This was more stimulating than I expected , it did not take more than a minute. I had quickly developed a full erection that was surging furiously and as my heart rate increased I could feel the lurching and jumping of my erect penis in pace with my heart beat. Even though I was blushing and was embarrassed, I continued to pose, never had I experienced such a fullness in my groin putting pressure on my pubis with each throb. Unprecedented I am worried I might be fired after one class. . I got the sense my style was unusual when the studio with multiple ongoing conversations and laughter suddenly fell silent. Just the sound of charcoal to paper, someone dropping a pencil, students whispers. The drawing continued the studio, so quiet, even the TA was whispering . Would be asked to return for more bookings? Had I crossed the line? I felt pre-cum flood my urethra. I wiped the tip of my penis trying to do it discretely. When the last pose ended I stepped off the stage , erection bouncing with rigidity . I felt awkward , like I was in a cloud. Closing the dressing room door behind me, instantly I began stroking my swollen member, using my slippery pre-cum as a lube. I was in my own world masturbating after 3 hours of sexual energy building up. With class ending students crowded the sinks that were next to the room I was in. Any sounds from my activity I assumed were drowned out by students no longer whispering. I came so hard. All but a few students had left and I had not even started to get dress. The TA walks up to the door and asked to meet her at her desk when I was finished dressing. Studio Resources to book some dates.
Its amazing to read your experience , I would take off my clothes and climb poles when I was young. I had a neighbor, she did it in her backyard. She took me to her t-shaped clothesline and proceeded to show me thing you do that feels so good, of course I was too embarrassed to admit that I did it too. I just shrugged it off, but had been doing it for over 2 years at that point, and totally naked. She did it clothed. I stood there and watched in amazement as she did exactly what you described. She was the only other person I saw doing it. I used to do it the same as you, would go to somewhere usually after dark, be it the athletic field or the park, and strip my clothes and hide them in the edge of the woods, then go to the monkey bars next to the woods and climb pole naked. To this day it was always the most intense orgasms I have ever had. The cool night air on my naked body. I was where I could see all around, the excitement from being totally naked and climbing up high on the pole, stiff erection buzzing. To climb the pole had to either be to right or left of the pole protruding past it. Struggling, pulling upwards ,and then like you said, hanging there, pulling up, and hanging there, and exhausting yourself to the point of fatigue . Finally a slight tickle slowly starts but continued effort will lead to the most incredible orgasm, it would last it seemed forever. There are those of us that have discovered what being risque and enjoying what everyone else would think as odd, and getting away with it. I would love to come walking down the trail while your up the tree, once I saw what you were doing, I can guarantee you i would be joining you on a nearby sapling…lol. Now that would really be a site for someone else to see, two adults up to trees totally naked.
The 80 acres of land densely forested private land had miles of trails. The beauty of the wilderness and nature brings out feelings of freedom, the perfect place to take off my clothes to satisfy a desire to be naked outdoors. I have had dreams, and fantasies about being naked outdoors, so, when riding my motorcycle, part of my rides resulted finding the best place to frolic about. A very erotic element always played out. I began to remove my clothes as I listened and studied my surroundings making sure I was alone. Leaving my clothes in a neat pile noting the landmarks so I can find my clothes later. My penis feels heavy and sways from side to side as I walked. After a few minutes I veered off the trail where a stand of thin smooth barked trees dominated the landscape. I have been here before, my penis had stiffened and was throbbing furiously. I would not have to go far to find the perfect tree reaching as high as I could reach, grasping the tree I pull my body upwards lift my feet off the ground with my rigid penis directly contacting the tree to the right. I climb as high as 12 feet struggling to reach a plateau of a mixture of physical fatigue and arousal. Sliding down to rest then climbing again at least 2 or 3 times to reach orgasm . This tree was thin and tall with no branches at the bottom. Branches are an annoyance but not a problem. While I was on my third climb severe fatigue set in, was clinging to the tree about 13 feet up pausing for a moment. I was in the point of no return, a point where an orgasm is reachable and the idea of stopping is out of the question. I was in the zone that is my favorite. On the edge, pre-cum flowed freely from deep inside me the swelling pleasure begins to overwhelm all concerns. Prolonging and savoring this wonderful full body pleasure is difficult. The sounds of the wind blowing through the trees, my heavy breathing, birds uninterrupted. Ignoring muscular fatigue. I continue to cling to the tree. I am vulnerable, my eyes are closed. I hear voices in the distance, on a different trail, intense discussion, getting louder. They are heading towards me yet I was already past the point of stopping. Three young ladies were on the path directly below me . The I held my breath stayed clinging to the skinny flimsy tree, how ridicules I must look I did not care. On the verge of humiliation yet I was still on the edge of cumming. As yet they had not looked up. Stopping directly below me curious about my bike a few yards away. I did not care that I was caught doing my kink. I am still struggling to stay in the tree but I am loosing my grip. I close my eyes hanging there naked .The girls began to move slowly along the conversation about my belongings, my clothes I could hear they had not left the area. Feeling of fatigue and burn in the muscles disappeared and then strong contractions released a flood pleasure , shooting my hot load with power not felt before, and kept on and on , I could hear my cum hitting the dry leaves below, still unconcerned , in the grips of pleasure to my core. I gasped, the pleasure flowed through every part of my body. I could not hold on any longer. Slowly letting myself down, penis bouncing and rigid still dripping and wet. Turning towards where I thought my clothes lay I was shocked to see that I had not gone undetected after all. Not far away whispers , laughter, wide eyes watching me every move. I searched for my clothes while being teased about my sexual deviancy. I endured the humiliation it was becoming such a turn-on.
naked outdoors is the ultimate of turn-ons