Billy is the nude model

“Anyone? Anyone willing to pose for us for a guaranteed A?” Miss Patel asked the class. Billy looked around the class- most of the girls were staring at their desk, trying not to make eye contact with the teacher. A few of them looked horrified.

“You know, since we were supposed to have a male model,” she continued, “Billy, why don’t you pose for us?”

Billy decided that this would be more fun for him if he played ****. “I don’t know, Miss Patel, I’m not sure that I’m really comfortable with that.

“Nonsense Billy,” she responded, grabbing Billy’s hand and pulling him to his feet, “you’ll be fine. Now come to the front of the class.”

Billy mentally scanned the girls in the room. He felt an overwhelming mixture of nerves, excitement and titillation wash over him. From certain classmates he felt more lust, and from a few he felt a sense of disgust. Wanting to see how this would play out without his mental assistance, Billy left his classmates minds untouched, except to remove from everyone the thought that they could leave the classroom.

Billy returned his focus to Miss Patel. Still playing ****, he just stood silently at the front of the class, waiting for instruction. Miss Patel looked Billy over from head to toe, walking around him to see his backside as well. “Mmm, yes, you’ll be a fine substitute,” she whispered, almost to herself. Take your shirt off, Billy.”

Billy started to lift his shirt, and then stopped. “Are you sure this is okay, Miss Patel?” he asked.

“Of course it is, Billy. You have no reason at all to be embarrassed. The human body is a beautiful thing, and you certainly have nothing to be ashamed of. Now no more delaying. Off with that shirt!”

Billy pulled his shirt over his head and dropped it on the desk.

“Ooooh,” said Miss Patel, staring at his bare chest. She ran her hands over his nearly hairless chest, feeling the tautness of his muscles, and gently rubbing his nipples. Her hands traveled down his stomach, coming to rest on the waistband of his pants.

“Now the pants,” she said, tugging at his belt. Billy could feel the eyes of every girl in the room on him as he unbuckled his belt, and unbuttoned his pants. Reaching out mentally, he could feel that even the girls who were somewhat shocked, disgusted or embarrassed by the whole scene, were also getting aroused and more than a little curious.

Billy removed his shoes and socks, and then pulled down his pants, and stepped out. He stood up, wearing only his boxer shorts, and put his shoes, socks and pants on the desk.

“Just one more item of clothing,” Miss Patel said, with a smile. Billy can hear her rapid breathing, and can feel that her heart is racing.

“You mean everything, Miss Patel? I thought you meant just down to my underwear.”

“Everything,” she responded.

“I really don’t think I can do that. Everyone will see my penis.” He could feel Miss Patel’s aggressive nature start to take over. She walked around in front of him, stood chest to chest with him, and reached down and grabbed his cock through his boxers.

“Your cock, Billy, is exactly what we are going to be painting.” She dropped to her knees in front of Billy, grabbed his ass cheeks, and pulled his crotch toward her face until her nose was pressed against it. She inhaled deeply, taking in the smell of sex on his dick, and then began slowly pulling down his boxers.

Little by little Billy’s semi-hard cock was revealed, until it sprang free and hit Miss Patel in the face. Miss Patel took his cock in her hand, and examined it all around, from head to base, while gently squeezing it at the same time. “Yes, this will do nicely,” she said.

Then she stood up. Addressing the class, she said, “the only problem is, we’re supposed to be painting an erect penis today, and this one, magnificent specimen that it is, is not yet there. Does anyone want to volunteer to help us prepare our model, or shall I do it myself?”