Mandatory Participation

Gavin didnt mind he was the only male in the semester's live modeling art class. In fact, as a lesser known member of the Basketball team, he knew many of the girls cheered for him during games. But in class he got to see them all NAKED!

Every week was a teat when one of the beautiful coeds would strip down bare to model for the day's sketches and sculptures. He took the class for this very reason and it was an easy A. He just had to show the professor that he "tried" and he'd get credit, which has so far amounted to a B+.

However, near the end of the semester, a week after his team won the championship and now the girls knew who he was, Professor Maxine Caldwell dropped a bombshell.

"Mr. Porter, you have done well and behaved yourself in my class which has garnered a passing grade and not merely skating through. However, I must remind you that this course has a strict rule regarding your final grade. Every student must model at least once to receive a passing grade."

The girls looked at Gavin and let out a conspiratorial "Whooo...!" Just to further embarrass him. Gavin wasnt a stranger to attention, but he never had sex, and therefore felt self conscious of his body. He didnt know how he measured up against other guys or if he would be shamed if he was seen by a girl.

He blushed, hut understood. He agreed that he would model by the final day of class.

Weeks pass, and the final day of class was upon him. Professor Caldwell greeted him as he entered.

"Mr. Porter, as you know, today is your last chance to model for the class and be able to stay on the basketball team next season. What will you choose? Modesty or your career?" She asked.

Gavin blushed, but nodded before standing. The 20 young women in the class gave a mock gasp followed by giggles as they didnt plan it and felt it was funny they all did it in unison.

Gavin walked up to the dais in the front of the room and stepped behind the modesty curtain. It was a thick red velvet curtain that allowed models to undress and change into a robe they isually brought with them. Gavin had no such preparation despite having the time to do so. He took a deep breath before pulling off his t-shirt and pushing his jeans to his knees before they fell to his ankles. He pulled his feet out of his shoes before stepping out of his clothes. Standing in his boxers and socks, he already felt the air conditioned air on his skin, but was thankful he was concealed.

"Are you ok, Mr. Porter? Do you require any assistance?" Professor Caldwell asked, making some of the girls giggle at the notion someone would have to help him undress.

Gavin gulpe and pushed his boxers to his ankles and pushed his socks off his feet. Now standing naked and barefoot on the polished hardwood, he shivered with nervous anticipation. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath before taking a step, knowing once he began he had to keep going. Once he stepped into the light he opened his eyes and felt the warm spotlight on hi face, nearly blinding him to the fact he was now standing fully exposed in front of 21 women.

"Very good, Mr. Porter. Now for the pose. Step with your right leg as if you are about to turn to leave. Then place your left leg straight to the left so you look like youre leaving, but havent taken the step yet. Weight should be on your right foot and you look off to the right as if this is the most casual thing in the world." Professor Caldwell told him.

Gavin followed her instructions, pointing hos body not at a fully perpendicular angle to his audience, so they could see as much of his fully frontal nudity as possible. The blush on his cheeks definitely made it look like he intended to run off the dais and leave the room. However, as his classmates whispered and he could hear them sketching and painting his naked body, he felt a confidence that started in his lower belly and radiated heat around his crotch. He blushed deeper red as he realozed...he felt his exposed cock twitch and begin to get hard.

At first, it just felt like a warm tingle, but eventually his cock got big enough and pointed out and proud to his audience. A fact that a couple mischievous girls in the front row noticed.

"Hey, uh...is it supposed to do that?" Maya, a girl who had been attracted to Gavin before, and was open about her body found his embarrassment entertaining and his arousal doubly so.

"Good heavens," Professor Caldwell muttered, her voice devoid of its usual clinical detachment. She had stepped closer, her eyes narrowed as she appraised the sudden change in the composition. She didn't look disgusted or offended; instead, she looked as though she had just discovered a hidden detail in a classic sculpture. "The physiological response is a fascinating reaction, and creates a new composition!"

The sound of the silence breaking wasn't a voice, but a synchronized, crisp thwack. It was the sound of a dozen sketchbooks flipping their pages in unison, a collective decision to scrap the initial studies and start anew on clean, blank sheets. The girls weren't satisfied with the sketches of a static, resting form; they wanted to capture the momentum. Gavin felt the shift in the room's energy—it had evolved from academic curiosity into something far more hungry. He could feel their eyes, no longer just admirong the contours of his muscles being highlighted by the lights, but locking onto his pulsing, rigid length with a focused intensity that made his cock tingle.

Professor Caldwell didn't let the moment linger in awkward silence. Instead, she stepped next to him, her voice sound like she was appraising a fine art piece. "The original pose was about balance, but this," she gestured toward his erection, "this is about tension and power. The line is no longer passive; it is active." She announced, then clapped her hands once as she realized the pose needed to change.

"Mr. Porter, shift your hips further to the right. Arch your back slightly and lean your weight into your right heel."

Gavin obeyed, tilting his pelvis, pushing his erection further outward and lifting it higher into the light. He felt the heavy, thrumming weight of his girth, the flesh stretched and sensitive, exposed to the unfiltered gaze of twenty women who were now sketching with a feverish, desperate speed. A bead of precum gathered at the tip and he felt the collective gaze of his classmates staring at it until the viscous liquid dripped onto the hardwood of the dais.

Maya’s pencil was moving in frantic, jagged strokes, her eyes darting between the glistening tip and the heavy vein tracing his length. The studio had become a vacuum, the only sound being the rhythmic, wet thrum of Gavin’s own heartbeat echoing in his ears. He felt an almost magnetic pull toward them, a desperate need to know if they were disgusted or enthralled, but the Professor’s commands kept him anchored. He was no longer a student or an athlete; he was a specimen of raw, masculine anatomy.

"Enough of the profile view," Professor Caldwell announced once the spund of sketching had ceased, her voice cutting through the charged atmosphere.

"Since his...vertical.appendage has been established, we must explore the depth and the weight of the form." She stepped toward him, her hand hovering just inches from his hip to guide his movement.

"Sit on the rdge, leaning back on your elbows. Legs spread wide, knees bent. I want the pelvic region tilted upward, presenting the form to the room from a lower vantage point." She clapped her hands, punctuating it with authority.

Gavin felt a surge of heat flood his chest as he moved. Sitting at that level brought him closer to the same height of the girls' easels. As he settled into the position, leaning back on his elbows, his legs fallen open in a wide, vulnerable V, he felt the full weight of his erection pulsing with a rhythm that felt like it was shaking the entire room. The angle was devastating; he was now positioned so that the girls needed only to look slightly above their easel to see the full, rigid extension of him, putting his genitals on a literal display.