The football field.

"The football field...?" My blood ran cold. "...outside?"

"That's not far away at all," Bridget turned her neck to console me. "it's just right outside the gym. Just a hop, skip, and a jump."

"But I still have to go outside! Naked! In front of...God knows how many more people!"

"I would try to talk you out of going dear but, lets face it, I already know what you are going to say."

She was right. She knew me well enough by now that I was not going to break my word. Shaking my head, I headed towards the door that led outside. Looking up, I now had three basketball courts full of women who were now looking at me with unbridled interest. The door that led outside that I was heading to was on the other end of the gym. Of course, I would have to streak while concealing my huge boner in front all three female teams again in order to get there.

Exiting the building, Bridget and I left behind an entire gymnasium full of laughing and flirty girls. I kept my head down the whole time as I covered myself so no one would see my blushing face. Bridget had to lead me by the arm so I wouldn't run into anything. I was so focused on getting as far away from that crowd that I didn't even notice the grass that appeared beneath my bare feet.

"Looks like we are here." Bridget's accent brought my head back up to face a fresher horror. I was now standing butt-naked in front of half an entire football field people! And it was only going to get worse...

"Hands to your sides!" That familiar holler snapped my hands to my hips in a Pavlovian response. There was immediately a lot of cheering and whistling at the sight of my unobstructed nudity. For the first time in my adult life, I felt like I wanted to cry. "Professor Finn, I would like to apologize for another sudden location change. I know this constant shifting around must be disorienting, but not even I could have anticipated such an unexpected turn out. So I had to take what I could get. Oh! And thank you so much for spreading around the word! It is good to see so many young fine women interested in the arts." I raised an eyebrow. Who would _I _tell about this? My question was answered before I even asked it by Professor Sands gesturing towards a girl sitting behind a canvass with her friends; all of whom looked very familiar.

"Hey there Prof! Thanks for the tip!" It was the girl Bridget and I encountered in the women's restroom yesterday. "By the way, you can call me Serena," her eyes moved up and down "and I am looking forward to seeing you in class from now on." I knew announcing myself in the bathroom like that was going to bite me in the ass someday. I just couldn't believe that it came so soon!

"Serena has been talking about you with her friends and all the other students since she signed up. Pretty much everyone here knows you now so there will be no need for introductions today," Professor Sands brought a stool and placed it right in the epicenter of the sea of students "but you will be doing them tomorrow, we will be having another class joining us for educational purposes." WHAT THE FUCK!? There was more coming? At this rate, every person at the university was going to see me naked! What was happening?! "Stand here Professor," Sands motioned towards the stool. "Getting yourself a bit higher will make it easier for everyone to see you. Plus, it would make it easier for Bridget to 'prep' you for your pose." I swallowed and my heart thundered. There beneath a clear blue sky, I stiffly walked towards the stool within the circle of students resisting the urge to cover myself as they stared at my semi. As I stood on top of the stool that was about two feet off the ground, I mechanically raised my elbows as I placed my hands behind my head while bending my right knee until I was on the ball of my foot. So many students nodded their heads in enjoyment and approval; I kept looking forward, I was much too embarrassed to look anyone in the eye.

I expected to hear the deafening sounds of pencils colliding against papers immediately but instead, I felt soft hands clasp my junk. "Now Professor," that damn accent "you are not fully 'posed' yet. So hold still while play with--er--I mean position you correctly." Bridget massaged my balls and my shaft until I was stimulated to the brink of climax. My prick was so large at this point, there was no way that the students in the back missed it. Bridget glided her masterful hands up my abs and up to my nipples. She teased them with her fingers until they were hard enough to cut a diamond, but she didn't stop there. I shivered into goosebumps as her arms wrapped around my torso. Audacious hands slid down my back to hold on to my firm buttocks; her magnificent breasts pressed into my junk. I worked up enough courage to peek downwards at her; the top buttons of her blouse were loose, her cleavage wedged my cock within her decolletage. I could see what Sands meant when she said standing on the stool would make it easier for Bridget to 'prep' me. This time, I couldn't resist letting out a sound of tortured pleasure. Some of the girls in the front row chuckled at my reaction. I didn't know which I wanted more in that moment: to be covered or to find release.

As soon as Bridget stepped away my dick twitched, craving her touch again. I was fully _posed _now; dick up, leg bent, elbows skyward, sun gleaming off my muscles, the class actually took a moment to genuinely admire my body right before they started scribbling away on their canvases. My face was red the entire time, as half a football field of people I hardly knew continued to preserve my nudity. It didn't help that Professor Sands decided to sneak another picture of me; both front and back.