A Five Minute Break

After twenty-five minutes, the Instructor announced that the class could break for five minutes. A couple of the young women headed down the hall to the bathroom, one fished into her backpack for a bottle of water, but others continued their sketching. Adding in more shadowing or extra lines. Including the woman wearing a sweatshirt and jeans who was sitting at the end of the platform.

Matt got up from the platform, stretching his arms over his head while lifting and lowering his feet, flexing his knees and shaking his leg muscles. With the two easels so close to the platform, he was standing right beside the chubby young woman in shorts. The art student glanced around surreptitiously, then looking up at Matt, whispered, "Do you mind if I touch it?"

'It', of course, being his dick.

"Nooo, not at all," the naked Matt answered, "Please do."

At first her contact was tentative, just running the tip of one finger along the length, but gradually she became more brazen. The student sitting next to the Latin-American woman was mildly shocked by the forwardness of the other would-be artist, but she kept on with her drawing. However, as the manual manipulation of Matt's genitals became more intense, the woman in the sweatshirt found herself staring transfixed at the pair. The woman in shorts was practically handjobbing Matt, stroking his shaft and fondling his balls.

"Rosa," the Instructor said as she suddenly appeared behind Matt, "Don't make him cum. It is better to have a hard cock to draw than a soft one."

"Yes, M'am," Rosa replied, letting go of Matt's 'naughty bits' and folding her hands in her lap.

"If you want to finish him off after class, go right ahead," she said and then looked at Matt to wink at him with a grin. To the room in general she called out, "Alright, Ladies, back to your seats."

"Matthew," the Instructor gave his ass a light swat and nodded towards the platform, meaning for him to resume the pose.