Modelling is Hard Work

Harry’s abdomen tensed as the tutor’s fingers curled around his shaft. He hadn’t realised that this would be a part of the modelling job, but if Miss Howells thought it was important to rub his dick during the class, who was he to argue? She was an experienced art teacher and he figured she wouldn’t be doing this unless it was all above board, but he could feel his face flushing more and more red as his erection grew harder in her hand.

He wasn’t embarrassed about being a naked art model, but why, he asked himself silently, did he have to have such a big dick? Women were always fascinated by it, and it had become the case that he could never be sure whether a girl was honestly interested in him as a person, or if she had noticed or heard about what he was packing and just wanted to know how it felt to be impaled on his monster. He would sometimes browse social media, reading about how guys wished they had a bigger penis, a dick like they saw in porn movies, but he would give anything to just have a perfectly average dick. Then sex wouldn’t be so stressful, constantly fearful of hurting his partner, and he could trust that if a girl flirted with him that she might actually be into him instead of just wanting to ride his big cock.

Despite feeling self-conscious and awkward, he had to admit that Miss Howell’s hand did feel good. She was very skilled, her fingers not too tight, not too loose, as she stroked up and down his thick pole. She would twist her wrist slightly each time she reached his cockhead so that her fingers moved around him, manipulating the skin which sheathed his rigid shaft and teasing the glans sending jolts of pleasurable energy into his balls and his torso. His nipples tingled as they became erect, and in no time at all his member felt solid, engorged and excited.

‘W – Well… I, um, I think that will do for now,’ Miss Howells stammered, releasing his rigid pole and looking at harry with dreamlike, distracted eyes.

‘Okay, girls,’ she said to the artists, ‘hopefully that gives you all something to work with. I’ll make sure to try to keep it up so you can concentrate on your drawings.’

None of the students had actually drawn anything during the past few minutes, instead just staring as their tutor jerked off their model’s massive schlong. Kate, disappointed that the show was over, but pleased that Harry’s entire, beautiful, mouth-watering, pussy-drenching member was rock hard and pointed straight at her, had an idea. ‘Miss Howells,’ she raised her hand to speak, ‘I think I’ve finished drawing his body. I think it would be really beneficial to work on a fine-line study of his manhood. Would anybody mind if he stood next to my easel just for a moment so I can draw him close up?’

Miss Howells asked the class if they minded, and they all murmured that Kate shouldn’t have him all to herself. Kate had seen this coming, however: ‘If anybody else also wanted to draw him close up,’ she said, ‘perhaps he could spend a few minutes with everybody in turn?’

All the other artists raised their hands enthusiastically. Everybody, it seemed, wanted some one-on-one time.