"Ladies, when you draw, use all you senses." Ms. Purdy was giving her art students a lecture. I was standing at the front of the class, naked as usual. Ms. Purdy was beside me. The evening was hot, the room stuffy and humid. "Don't just look at your subject, observe your subject. The smallest details are as important as the obvious ones. Notice the shade of his skin, the lock of hair that falls out of place, the glint in his eyes, even the beads of perspiration rolling down his cheek." Ms. Purdy caressed my cheek with her index finger. A bead of sweat rolled on to the tip of her finger. Sh… 続きを読む

I was tired of the same old thing. Pose like this, pose like that, hold that pose for five minutes, now move like this. These were my instructions for two hours a day, five days a week. My mind was numb from the boredom and the twenty bucks an hour I was getting wasn't much compensation. Being a nude model for a college art class was no fun at all. When I first started this job I thought I'd have sexy coeds coming on to me in droves. Afterall, I had a ripped body and was well hung. After my first week I realized all I was to these people was a slab of meat to be studied. I was a nobody. No one… 続きを読む

During my job as a nude male model for an art class at the local college, I realized I loved being naked in front of women. After each class, I would race home and jack off. As I stroked my cock, I would think off the many eyes that had devoured my naked body during the two hours I posed nude. I'm sure some women, judging by the way they had looked at me, would go home, think of me, and masturbate, or fuck their boyfriend or husband with me in mind. The idea that they were getting off while visualizing me in their imagination drove me wild. It wouldn't take long before I'd shoot a large load o… 続きを読む