Painting a Man with a Very Small Penis

My name is Steve, and I am what you call an aspiring artist, so I am always embarking on different adventures to find inspiration. Previously, I was an accountant, but I quickly learned it was a profession I didn't have a genuine passion for. I didn't know where my life would lead me, but I knew I needed to find something soon. One day, I was looking out at this lake in my backyard and remembered how much I enjoyed sketching and painting growing up.

This changed my future trajectory; since then, I have been building my art portfolio, hoping to attend a competitive art school one day. I dream of enrolling in "The Glasgow School of Art in Scotland." But the main problem is that my portfolio needs the artistic nuance that this school seeks in painting and printmaking. I have examples of surrealism, cubism, and even landscape, but I need realistic samples. Because of this, I am taking my boldness to the next level.

I was involved in my local church in the small town I lived in my whole life. There was this older gentleman who was in his forties. He was this attractive, tall, and mysterious man. I've known him my whole life, and his name was Timothy. He was always this big shot with plenty of stories about his life. We were having a holiday party, and he talked to some ladies. He seemed like a fascinating person. Toward the end of the party, I asked him if he wanted to help me with my art school portfolio. I told him I would paint him. He was hesitant but quickly agreed after I offered him money.

Later that evening, we met at my parent's house, where I had a big art studio. Timothy was amazed by the art studio and all the diverse drawings and paintings. He looked in amazement at some of my favorite works of lakes, waterfalls, abandoned buildings, portraits, and scenery hung up on the different walls.

"Wow, I have to hand it to you, Stevie."

I blushed at him calling me that. That was the unfortunate nickname I was given growing up.

"You are one hell of an artist. This is amazing. I've known you my whole life. Why didn't you tell anyone about this?"

"It's a modest talent of mine. I don't like boasting about it."

He complimented me by saying, "Well, when you are this stellar, you have the right to be proud of what you do. I can speak to the pastor about your work because the church wants to paint a new mural. We need someone who will spearhead the project. What do you think, son?"

I blushed at the opportunity, "I mean, I've thought about it but concluded I am too busy for that."

"Aww, come on, you would be great. I can help you out."

"That would be great. Thank you so much, Timothy."

He looked at me and said, "I am excited to do this. I've never been a model before. So, you want to draw my face, like a portrait?

I gave a dorky smile, "I am so sorry, Timothy, because I should have mentioned before that I need a figure study of you."

He looked in amazement, "Oh, you mean like my whole body? I will still have my clothes on, right?"

"Not exactly, you see; I need a realistic art sample of the human body, preferably without clothes."