An offer from Ms Orwin

"Bye John!" you hear as your classmates blow kisses to you from the door. You stand for a moment waving to them blushing, as you pick up your underwear off Ms Orwin's desk.

"No don't get dressed yet" your teacher exclaims as she darts over and grabs the underwear out of your hands, failing to see your anxiety over people in the hall watching you standing naked and aroused in the middle of the room.

Ms Orwin hugs you tightly, telling you "You did really great Today..." She then leans back, holding onto your shoulders, to get a better look at you "Did I tell you that already? It's true, I'm giving you an A+ for your courage Today".

She squeezes your naked body again and continues..."I have an offer for you... Your next class is a study period, right?"

You respond "Yeah..." nervously, hoping she can get to the point soon so you can get dressed. New students have started filing into the room and sitting down, staring at your nude body with wide gawking eyes.

"Great! You're going model nude for my photography class coming in now instead! You don't need study hall!", as the teacher places your clothes in her hand-bag and drags you over to be introduced to a few blushing girls sitting on the far side of the room. Some of them you had met before, but don't know particularly well...

"John was just posing nude for our figure drawing session... and we are lucky enough to have him nude for this class as well. What do you think of that?" she asks the girls, who squeal nervously while they cover their blushing faces, but otherwise commend the idea.

You certainly feel like Ms Orwin has already decided for you, but your illustration class was such an unforgettable experience, that you can't imagine that study hall would be as noteworthy as just going along with her for another art class without a scrap of clothing on.

"Well there you have it John. You're basically full-time nude model now. This will be fun!" as she pulls up a chair and sits you down in-between 2 of the most embarrassed girls, with one of your legs between each of theirs. "His penis is extra hard today. Think of how you could make an interesting composition using that!" She then walks away to open all the blinds in the room.

Sheepishly, one of the girls says "Hi" without making eye contact, but her face smiling from ear to ear.

"Hey guys...You're Shu and Mai, right? I think we've met in the halls before"... you cover yourself in an attempt at having a normal conversation.

The two girls are too embarrassed to make eye contact, and keep giggling as they stare at your crotch. You gulp air as you are embarrassed to watch precum is flowing down your shaft, off the chair, and dripping on their shoes.

"Do you take your clothes off in school a lot?" Shu asks "You should!" chimes her friend as the both start giggling uncontrollably and egging each other on. "You don't have to cover yourself... if you don't want..."

These girls have already seen you fully naked, and your growing penis has become impossible to hide. You give in and politely follow their request... uncovering yourself, as they squeal and stare intently in response. Your penis begins thrashing back and forth hard from the attention it's getting, as you tightly grip the sides of your chair. More and more people take an interest in what they are seeing and sit down around you, starting much friendly conversation about your erection.

A German girl with pixie-cut blonde hair walks in and introduces herself as Hannah, "Hey I like your outfit" she says without any irony. She's wearing a hippie skirt and walked in barefoot. She sits down next to you and lets her feet rub on your leg. "What's your camera?" she asks, before you explain that you are here to model for the class. "OH! That makes so much more sense!" she says laughing, and lets her hand fall in your lap without looking, despite it being an inch from your wet penis loudly slapping against your abs. She casually adjusts her hand position until the base of your penis is just barely sliding against it, all the while staring at the front of the class, waiting for the teacher. You start moaning against your will, aware that everyone around can hear it.

You are mortified again and sweating bullets... second guessing why you ever volunteered to undress, and how you ended up in this new situation so fast without a say in the matter.