Harry Sachs, First Time Model

‘Okay, girls,’ the art teacher, Miss Howells, announced to the class, ‘we’ve got a couple of special treats for you this evening. First, because you’ve all been doing so well with your drawings during the course, I hope you are all enjoying the wine we’ve laid on. Please don’t be shy, there is plenty to go around. And soft drinks too for those of you who are driving.’

The students sat behind their easels, and raised their glasses cheerfully.

Harry waited behind the curtain for his moment to take to the podium, remove his white robe, and pose, completely naked, in front of all these women. It had seemed like a good idea at the time, and the money was good; what could be easier than just standing still for a couple of hours? But now, seconds away from actually having to go through with it, Harry had to admit: he was scared witless. What if he couldn’t hold the pose? What if he became too embarrassed? What if, worst of all, he got an erection?

‘And the second treat,’ continued the tutor, ‘is that we’ll be studying a different subject this evening. Tonight, ladies, is life drawing. We have a lovely model for you to study, so I’m sure you’ll come up with some lovely work.’

The class chattered excitedly, wondering if this was going to be a nude model, and just what kind of figure drawing they were being treated to.

‘Okay, Harry, come out please,’ called the tutor. Harry took a deep breath and stepped out, barefoot, into the room.

Half of the students had already decided they would very much like to see Harry naked even before he disrobed. He was gorgeous: square jaw, blue eyes, thick black hair. Some of the women held their breath as he emerged from the curtain, some giggled and exchanged excited glances with their friends. When Harry, his back to the class, handed his robe to the tutor, one girl wolf-whistled, resulting in a gentle admonishment from the teacher. Most of the others just sat, already studying his broad shoulders, his muscled arms and torso, and his toned ass.

As previously agreed with the tutor, Harry stepped up onto the podium and assumed an unbalanced standing pose, his left leg extended, his left hand on his hip, and his right hand on top of his head. The girls in the class were silent, some licking their lips, some leaning forward for a better view, and every single one of them staring at Harry’s penis.