Harry's Mind Wanders

Kate, sat directly in front of where Harry was posing, leaned over to whisper to her friend. ‘Hey, Susie, get a look at his cock!’

‘I know,’ whispered Susie, squirming a little in her chair. ‘I can’t take my eyes off it!’

Harry’s cock, even flaccid, was extremely impressive, reaching half way down his thigh. ‘I’ve never seen anything like it,’ said Kate, ‘Imagine what it’s like when it’s hard! I bet it’s the size of my forearm!’

All of the students were chattering excitedly, and Miss Howells tried to calm the class down. ‘Okay, girls, I know this is exciting, but let’s get on with some drawing, shall we? As you can see, Harry’s pose accentuates the musculature of his torso and limbs, and presents a challenge with perspective. Try to start with the skeletal structure, then work on his body.

‘I’d like to work on his body,’ came a voice from the far side of the classroom, and all the girls giggled mischievously. Miss Howells ignored the interruption. ‘If you prefer, feel free to focus on a specific area. His legs, for example, or his torso, or…’ The teacher glanced at Harry’s penis and quite lost her train of thought. A number of students raised their eyebrows to each other and smiled: I know exactly which bit I’m going to focus on, they communicated silently.

Harry looked from girl to girl as he stood there in front of them. He knew they were joking about his penis, he knew how well-endowed he was, and although he was proud of his physique, his dick was actually the worst thing about his body. Although women liked to gawp at the bulge in his crotch, he was yet to find a girl who could actually take his length without pain. It meant he could never really relax during sex, and it had become a sizeable mental issue for him. He figured, though, that once they got over their initial amusement, they would settle down and just draw their pictures. Then he would get paid, and he could go home.

Kate, however, was in a naughty mood. She unfastened the top two buttons of her blouse, and licked her lips. When Harry looked in her direction she placed the end of her pencil in her mouth, sucking on it. Then she opened her mouth slightly, running the pencil across her tongue before biting her bottom lip and looking purposefully from his eyes down to his cock.

Harry, for his part, was transfixed. This girl was gorgeous, he thought, and is being very flirty. Maybe after class he could ask for her number. Maybe, after she had seen him naked, he might get to see more of her. Maybe all of her.

Shit, Harry thought: I need to think of something else, quickly. But of course this girl sucking her pencil filled his mind, and he felt his cock start to tingle.