Last Art Class...?

On the drive back to Campus, Professor Sands called me to tell me that there had been another change in the format of the class. Instead of heading to the football field she told me to meet her in the studio where I first modelled for her class. I thought this was a good sign, at least we'd be inside and there's no way we'd fit all those students from yesterday in that room.

Bridget and I arrived 10 minutes before the class was due to begin. Professor Sands was waiting for us, in an otherwise empty room.

"I'm sorry to keep changing the location on you but I needed to tinker with the format of this class. It'll all make sense shortly but the students will be here soon, why don't you get ready first and then I'll talk you through it." Professors Sands said. She was essentially asking me to strip down before she'd continue with the explanation.

Professor Sands had seen every inch of my body at this point so it was silly to still be embarrassed about being seen naked by her but somehow being directed to strip down from normal clothes was harder than appearing before her already naked. Nonetheless, I took all my clothes and passed them to Bridget who folded them and placed them on a table out of the way. I covered my penis and turned towards Professor Sands expecting her to continue talking.

"Hands by your sides!" came the now familiar direction and I complied immediately. It did not occur to me at the time that there was no reason for the direction when I wasn't yet modelling for the class. To my amazement, and despite the multiple releases I had that morning, my penis was rising very quickly. "Good to see all of you ready for the class." I blushed as Sands spoke those words.

"So the reason we're in here is because I realised that the class yesterday got a bit out of hand." I nodded enthusiastically. "I don't think everyone who was there was actually interested in learning art techniques. And honestly, the large crowds and open atmosphere made it very difficult for those students who are actually committed to take advantage of the situation." Oh. I realised now that Sands wasn't concerned about my exposure but about the quality of the learning experience. I suppose she is a dedicated educator, like me, but still it would have been nice if she realised how embarrassing yesterday was for me.

"So today I've limited the class to the top 30 students from yesterday. They've been invited to a special session today where we will go through a range of different positions. But since it's your last class, I don't think we'll have time to cover everything I have in mind. I have a few cameras which the girls can use to take pictures which they can use as reference to draw later; I want them to get creative and try out as many different positions as possible. Of course drawing from photos is nowhere near as good as the real thing but we'll have to make do."

Oh boy....more photos. I'd lost track at this point at how many naked photos of me were already out there.

At this point, the bell rang and the students slowly trickled into the room. I scanned the room of thirty young woman, recognising most of them from the first class.

None of them seemed fazed by my naked presence but almost all of them looked eagerly up and down my body. Professor Sands had clearly already explained how today's class was going to work, they quickly broke into groups, split the cameras, and got to work directing me into different positions.

To begin with, I was asked to face away from the class and bend down to touch my toes. In this pose, they had a prime view of my butt. I could hear camera shutters firing away. From here I was directed into a downward dog pose, but I was asked to spread my legs and arms as far apart as I could, essentially forming a table with my body.

From this position, a girl from behind took a shot from behind and between my legs. This meant that my hole, testicles, fully erect penis, and face were all visible in the same line of sight. My face turned red as this fact dawned on me. At the same time, another girl was taking photos from side on.

Then I was asked to lie back on a table, and pull my knees up to my chest. One of the girls came so close to my ass that I was sure the photo was just a close up of my hole.

I was then asked to do some jumping jacks, and high knees, and lunges so they could take photos of my body in motion, the sound of my penis flopping against my stomach filled the room.

This went on for an hour as I switched from position to position.

Eventually with 10 minutes left to go in the class Professor Sands announced "last pose class, make sure it's a good one."

"Ooh, why don't we make him do a handstand." Bridget piped up. Until that point, Bridget hadn't really been vocal with the posing me. She left that to the other girls though I did see her whisper ideas into another girl's ear here and there.

"I'm sorry girls, I'm not that talented. I'm not sure I can do a handstand."

"We can help you!" That was Bridget again. I don't know why she was so keen for this idea.

A few moments later I was upside down, with two girls holding my legs up on either side. The girls were holding my legs quite far apart so my body essentially formed a Y shape. From this pose, the girls took photos from the front of my whole body, with my penis pointed straight down to my face and from behind. Then they took a few close ups focussing on different parts of the body.

Eventually, the girls decided to take the photo from straight above me. This meant they got the view that the ground would normally have if i was standing right side up. It felt especially strange to hear these girls describe the space between my testicles and my ass....a part of my body that I never expected to be revealed so publicly and openly.

One of the girls holding my legs up reached down and grabbed one of my ass cheeks. My arms were beginning to tremble and I was so focussed on holding myself up that I couldn't really find the words to protest this touch. Slowly this hand reached closer and closer to my hole; my penis pulsing with every inch.

From the corner of my eyes I could see Bridget signing something to one of the girls with her hands. Next, I felt a finger lightly trace my asshole, and then push in a few times. The class at this point all silently watched in awe; any pretence that this was an exercise in art had been dropped entirely. The finger pushed in and out a few times.

Blam! I shot a solid streak of cum all over my face. Before I could process what had happened, I shot again. This time landing straight in my own mouth. In total I ejaculated four times, each time shooting a stream stronger than last. After the fourth shot, my arms finally gave way and I collapsed onto the floor; gasping to catch my breath.

I lay there for a moment, covered once again in my own cum. The girls helped me to my feet. At that point, the bell rang signalling the end of the class.

"Alright class, that's it for today. I'll send those photos out to you by email and we'll go through the project next week. Please make sure to say thank you to Professor Finn on your way out." About half the girls came over and gave me a hug or a kiss on the cheek as they left. Some grabbed my butt or gave me a quick slap.

Bridget came over and whispered in my ear "that was amazing, I can't wait to relive it tonight. For now, I have a class on the other side of campus so I'll need to head out. But give me a call when you're done and we can head back together."

That left just me and Professor Sands alone in the room. "Thank you once again for your help this week Avery. You definitely saved me; I'll be sure Dean Ostrendi knows just how good you've been. There's a small shower down the hall we use for live models. Here's a towel, there's no place inside to keep your clothes dry so I'll hold onto them for you." She handed me a small towel that was barely able to wrap around my waist; I had to hold it in place; and it didn't come down much further than my butt leaving most of my thighs bare. Sands then led me out of the studio and towards the shower room.

We must have been a strange sight walking down the corridor. We passed three students, two girls and a boy who looked at me in shock and then started giggling "you can totally see his dick" the boy whispered loudly to the two girls when they thought they were out of ear shot.

The shower room was quite spartan. The door from the corridor opened into a small room that had a stool and a few clothes hooks on the wall. In the corner was tiled shower area with nothing separately it from the rest of the room. The shower head hung off the wall. Strangely, Professor Sands stayed in the room chatting to me as I showered. I thought to say something but I was already running late to meet Professor Suther and didn't see much point after the week I'd had. I rinsed off and then dried myself on the small towel; I got dressed all whilst Sands watched, and then bid my farewell before hurrying off to the biology department.