Modeling Job

I am 30 years old, and still manage to keep in pretty good shape by swimming, running and weight training. I can still do justice to a pair of Speedos.

Finally, my work schedule has allowed me to get into a routine for working out, and at the gym, I end up running into the same people at certain times. On Wednesday mornings, I get in to the gym early, and swim laps for about one hour with what ends up being the same group of people. They call themselves the breakfast club before I got there, and were initially resistant to "allow" newcomers to share their time. Nevertheless, as this is open time, I just kept quiet, and did my own thing, not really trying to socialize with the "group."

After a few weeks of this, and eventually recognizing many of the same people, and they realized I wasn't going away, a few people began to be more social, and would say hi, and offer the occasional greeting and small talk. There were a few very pretty women in the group, and they were obviously professionals, using the early morning time for working out, before the tough work day began.

After a few more weeks of casual small talk with various regulars, one woman introduced herself to me as Gerri, and we began to become friendly over the next few weeks, and just talk about nothing much for a few minutes each week, both wanting to maximize our time at the pool for exercise.

One of the major benefits of this type of introduction is the fact that at a pool, one can see the physique of the other without too much problem. Gerri was obviously a dedicated swimmer, and had the body of a swimmer, with tight lean muscles, and a shapely figure with broad shoulders, perfect breasts that showed prominent nipples through the wet material, and definitely toned ass and legs.

Definitely excellent attributes. I guessed her to be about 35 or so. One can't help but notice these things, even at 6:00 in the morning. Sort of a guy thing. That part of me doesn't have a problem with early mornings.

Most of the casual conversation was directed towards swimming, techniques, meets, etc. Then after a few more moments of talk, I finally asked what she did, and I was definitely surprised to learn she was a art teacher at the university, and just enjoyed the early mornings to get things going for the day, because if she waited until later, the day's events usually prohibited a regular swim.

I felt the same way, and she gave me a sly look and said her class was always interested in male models for their class, if I was interested. I thought this sounded promising, and asked how much they were offering for the models, and she said $50/hr. All I had to do was sit there, and hold as still as possible. Nothing more. Usually.

I wasn't sure what she meant by the 'usually' but I told her I would think about it, and let her know if a time would work out. She just smiled again and said she thought the class would be quite interested in someone with my physique. I thanked her for the compliment, and we went our ways. She wasn't pushy or anything like that. But there was something in her smile and in her eyes when she smiled that made me more than a little curious as to the class she was teaching. I've never really been hit on, but if I was, this was certainly promising.

Some time later, I had been thinking more and more about the proposition of modeling, and actually, I felt flattered actually. I had never done it before, and I wasn't sure if this was supposed to be clothed, partially clothed, or unclothed. I wasn't sure about the unclothed thing, but we'll see. I ran into Gerri again, and she offered her very sly smile to me again, and asked if I had thought any about her offer to model for her class. They were doing some more male anatomy the next week, and would love to have a new model for their subject.

She said there were about 10-12 people in the class, mostly women, and they were very professional and serious students of art. I would be nude, but that she was sure I would be comfortable and not made to sit in any strange positions for long times, and I would be able to take a break every 15 minutes.

It usually took 2-3 sessions to complete one model, and that way I could be assured of $100-150, for 3 hours of work. Sounded fine to me, I told her and we settled on the time and place.

A week later I arrived at the destination she told me, a room on the second floor of the art building, which looked like the quintessential studio, with easels, chairs, mirrors and tons of other art equipment on the tables and shelves. The room was small, with tall ceilings, and mirrors on the walls. I saw the teacher's desk up front, and a place for the model to sit, a comfortable looking chair next to a stuffed arm chair. Not so bad. So far.

As the students started filing in, they chatted casually, and didn't pay much attention to me. I suppose they were rather used to this. I sure wasn't. I was scanning their faces for someone I knew, or who might know me. But this is a large city and it was quite unlikely. There were about 9 women and 3 men in all.

They all looked so young. I might be almost twice their age. Strange concept. Soon, Gerri introduced me to the class, and they took their places at their respective desks. Gerri pointed me in the direction of the changing area, which consisted of a screen adjacent to the seating area for the models. I felt a combination of nervousness and excitement. Weird feelings as I stripped to the buff behind the screen and proceeded out in front of everyone. I felt all the eyes on me as I sat there, sort of covering myself with my hands, trying to appear casual. Definitely not casual.

Gerri came over to me, and touched my shoulder and guided me to the chair, which was more of a stool with padding. I sat there and she took my hands and let them hang down my sides. She stood in front of me, looking me up and down, now seeing all of me, where before her imagination filled in what was under the bathing suit. She smiled that smile again, and thanked me for coming. She said she knew the students were grateful for my being here, and for my being in good physical shape for their practice. She said to relax, and just be natural. I told her this wasn't exactly natural for me to be sitting here naked in front of 12 strangers, but I would try.

So here I sat for the next 15 minutes, wondering what everyone was drawing. Wondering what everyone saw and how they translated it onto paper. All the while, Gerri circulated around the room, giving tips and guidance to the students. More here, shadow there...that sort of thing. She kept looking at me to confirm her pointers to the class, and I found myself wondering more and more about her. How would she draw me? What did she look like naked? I would love to draw her. I had to quickly put those thoughts away, or else there would be more to draw that wasn't there to start with. That would be soooo embarrassing.

As the break came, she gave me a couple minutes to relax and stretch. She offered me a towel to cover up, and I just shrugged and told her I might as well get used to it. I was beginning to feel more and more comfortable being naked in this setting. It wasn't erotic. At least not yet. The rest of the session was fine, and as the hour wound down, I was quite at ease in my role as nude model.. Nothing to it. I could do this easy, especially for this money. Easy 50 bucks.

I began to dress and Gerri told me she would see me around the pool, and confirmed the next session for later in the week. She and the class thanked me for coming, and I whistled walking home. It felt pretty good to be a model for a class.

I saw Gerri at the pool the next morning, and she smiled at me, and said she thought I looked better with all my clothes off. I looked around to see if anyone else heard her remark. No other gossipers there to spread rumors. I asked her if she ever modeled nude, and she said she had in the past, and now she only did private sessions. I wondered at that comment, and we went about our swim.

I showed up on time for the next class, and talked about this and that, about art stuff mostly, her job and her students as the class filed in, and then she directed me to the screen to disrobe. This time, it felt weird to undress behind a screen, then to emerge naked. I suppose the act of undressing still needs to be kept private to remove the erotic part of the action. Whatever.

The students worked studiously, because I guess that's what students do, and again, in my increasing comfort with the whole situation, my mind started to wander and I began to look at the students more closely and noticed a couple very pretty women. Most students would catch my eye and smile if I looked in their direction, and then continue about their work. One girl, sitting in the back, was always avoiding my gaze if I looked in her direction.

She seemed rather embarrassed, and when Gerri was there at her drawing, she gave her some extra help and attention. She was quite pretty, blonde and fair skinned, hair pulled back to expose her face, with gleaming blue eyes, filled with innocence. I wondered if she had ever seen a naked man before, and she was seeing my body from more than an artistic standpoint. I had to stop these thoughts too, or else I might get scolded by the teacher for disrupting the class if I got an erection. That thought had potential too. Later though.

Man, one lewd thought quickly lead to another and I felt the beginnings of a twitch in my groin and I started to get really nervous that I would be sporting a major woody in front of all these people. That would be major embarrassment.

Fortunately I managed to think swimming, baseball, and local news to distract my mind as it raced along its usual path of some sexual thoughts. I guess my thoughts were somewhat transparent in my body language because as I came out of my distracting reverie, urging those exciting thoughts from my head, my eyes caught Gerri's and she looked at me funny, as if she knew what I was thinking. Nah, not possible. But she just smiled and I was sure I was busted. She knew. Did I get hard at all? Maybe her trained eyes detected some slight twitching down there. Oh well, safe for now.

I managed to relax for the rest of the hour and Gerri seemed pleased with my progress as a relaxed model, and the classes' progress drawing me. She said she would need me for one more time and again, we agreed on the time.

As I emerged from the changing area and was getting ready to leave, Gerri asked me what I was thinking earlier. She said she noticed something funny for a couple moments. I tried to stammer something, but I was totally caught off guard, thinking that she hadn't noticed anything. I told her I was distracted by some stray thoughts, and I was just getting my mind relaxed. That was all. She looked at me deeply and was quiet for a moment. She then said it was OK if I got distracted sitting there. It was only natural. I wondered if her definition of distracted was the same as mine. I didn't pursue it this time, but on the way home, I couldn't help but think she knew what was on my mind.

For the couple days, at the pool, I didn't see Gerri, and I thought I pissed her off or something, by dismissing her observation. But the morning before the last sitting, she was there again, and seemed quite normal. Again, she said she liked seeing more of me when I was modeling, and that perhaps we would see the real me tonight, so that her students could capture something more, something different.

She wanted them to learn to draw emotion and not just figures and anatomy. I told her I would try to do my best, but I wasn't sure I could do anything more that sit there. She said she would help me express myself. Again, she managed to leave me wondering. Women can do that sometimes. Well, OK, most of the time.

Again, I arrived at the studio on time, and chatted with Gerri for a while as the students wandered in and began setting up their work areas. The room was warm, and as it was an evening class, there were rarely other people around, other than the class participants. Gerri told me that the woman in the back of the class she spent some extra time with was very talented, but incredibly shy. She was pretty and intelligent, and had often confided in Gerri as a teacher and a friend. She was from the Midwest and was studying art as her major, and Gerri thought she had some true potential. Her name was Laura.

So I did my thing behind the screen and Came out to sit in the stool, as usual, trying to get relaxed and in the same position as the other times. I saw Gerri circulating around the class and giving pointers to each, about line, shadow, etc. I could tell she was trying to give some extra time and teaching to Laura, and a couple other women who must also be somewhat talented and not just there for easy credit or something. Not something I would ever do.

I looked more and more closely at the students, and began to wonder about some of them, the women in particular. And damn it if I couldn't help but start to picture them all naked too. What each would look like without clothes, and what if the class were nude, drawing me nude. Interesting thoughts, to be sure. But again, I started to get too distracted and had to stop that quickly to avoid getting too involved to stop any further blood flow down nether areas. I am sure my cock must have twitched a couple times in the process of starting and stopping these thoughts. But damn it was hard not to think of this stuff.

This couldn't have gone completely unnoticed by everyone, and I noticed a couple women sort of smiling as they were drawing. That thought did nothing to make my mind distracted and I felt myself getting more than a little excited.

Fortunately, break time came just in time, and I walked back to the changing area and got a drink of water and thought cold showers and more baseball scores. I stretched my back out a little and felt a presence behind me. Gerri was there, asking if everything was OK. I assured her I was fine, and just needed to stretch a little. She asked me to just relax, and let my mind go, let it wander if it wanted, and perhaps the students would be able to capture some emotion from me in their artwork. I told her if my mind continued to wander where it was going, they would be capturing more that some extra emotion. She lifted one eyebrow as if to question my meaning. And then she assured me it was natural to get distracted and wonder about the students. She knew. Sometimes that intuition thing is pretty scary.

She said over her shoulder as she was returning to the class, that perhaps there would be some time at the end of the class to be a little more creative. Again, she left me wondering at her intended meaning. Nevertheless, break time over, I walked back to the chair, and the remaining time was uneventful, and although I was sort of tight sitting relatively motionless for one hour, I was a little used to it. And at least I managed not to embarrass myself any further.

Gerri approached me as most of the students had left, and there were only three other women left, sort of lingering around, talking but not really packing their stuff up. She said if I was willing to stay a little later this night, there was something else the remaining a few wanted to try.

This time it was me who arched one eyebrow in question. She said the women wanted to practice drawing the male erection, and after my first session, they approached her with such a proposition for the next model, if it was a willing male model. I told her I was flattered, but that I was not a machine and I wasn't sure if I could perform on demand, especially in front of strangers. The women were looking at us and chatting nervously as Gerri told me she would be glad to 'help.'

I guess by my question, Gerri assumed I wasn't saying no, and without waiting for any further discussion, she motioned the women closer and told them I would be glad to help them out. Of course, Laura was one of the three remaining students. She looked more nervous than before as she pulled her things closer, along with the other two, so they were not 3 or 4 feet from where I was.

Gerri was standing next to me, and began to explain that I would be doing some more of the modeling they had requested, and that she would help me, if I needed. Now I felt sort of dumb. Not 20 minutes ago, I was struggling to keep from getting an erection, and now, with 4 women standing around me, I couldn't just wish one along. I looked at the women, who were sort of looking at me expectantly, and I felt the pangs of performance anxiety, of....the 'I' word: impotence.

Gerri I am sure, sensed my discomfort, and started to caress my thigh, while explaining to the 3 women that the male organ was incredible sensual, so complete in its strength, and so full of power. She continued to talk, extolling the wonders of the male penis, and looking at my cock, telling the women to try and capture the strength, the smoothness, the hardness at the same time. She was almost hypnotic in her manner, that I couldn't take my eyes off her hand as she cupped my balls in her hand and held them there, rolling her fingers back and forth, massaging their weight in her hand.

Now all 10 eyes there were fixated on her hand as she caressed and stroked me to a very full erection in just minutes. There was a palpable excitement in the room, as her hand wrapped around the base of my shaft as it pointed up to the ceiling one reaching its full 7 inches. I couldn't take my eyes from her hands, and I did then notice that no one was doing any drawing.

Gerri then directed the students to start drawing what they saw, and to try to capture the emotion of the moment, to sense the hardness with their drawing, to let their pencils portray the male strength. She continued to gently stroke me, occasionally just holding her hand and the base, making my cock seem larger and larger as she kept the blood in there, and let the head emerge from her hand. She looked up at me and smiled, keeping her hand glued to my cock. I could see the women, especially Laura, were quite flushed, and a couple were squirming a little on their stools.

Damn, this was exciting for me too. Gerri was keeping me so hard, and getting me quite worked up, and I noticed a drop or two of precome emerge from the tip of my cock, and she left it there, hoping the artists would capture the added level of excitement in their drawings. She raked her fingernails up and down my shaft, and used her fingertips to rub the underside of my cock, and I couldn't help but let out a low moan of pleasure. "Just notice the emotion, the raw passion that emerges from the penis, the erection,...the cock," she said. "Draw what you see. Draw the feelings you sense. Let them come out in your work."

I'm not sure how long she was stroking me, but I was getting pretty worked up. The two 'c' words make me gasp again, as I was getting stroked by this beautiful women, in front of 3 other pretty women, whose eyes were all transfixed on my getting, basically, a hand job for them.

After about half an hour or so, Gerri looked up at me, and could definitely see the condition I was in. "You're doing great," she said. "We are all very grateful for this, you know." Then she leaned close to me and whispered, "Don't worry, I won't leave you in this condition."

She let me go for a moment, and walked around to the students' drawings and nodded her approval at their work. "Nice work everyone. You have taken that extra step in capturing emotion in your drawings. I think we are finished for the evening. See you all next week."

With that, the quickly put their stuff away, and two left, leaving Laura there with Gerri and I. Gerri looked at me and asked if I would mind if Laura got a little better look at the subject they were studying. At this point, I could only shake my head, and Gerri brought Laura close to me, and I could smell her perfume and her excitement. "Laura has really never held an erection before, and I think it would help her art if she could hold you for a moment, and feel what she is trying to draw. You wouldn't mind, would you?"