The Robinson Models Pt 02

The Robinson Models, Ch 2

By Maude1067

In Part One, The Robinson siblings - Ali and Alice, age 20, and Xander, 18 -had all modeled in the nude in front of their parents and the members of Mom's art class.

Now the story will focus on Xander, who has decided that he would like to continue his modeling career to earn extra money. He also will, reluctantly, enter into the world of CFNM (clothed female, nude male), CMNM (clothed male, nude male) and OON (only one naked). Xander will narrate his own story of his ups and downs, and embarrassment, humiliation, and fulfillment.

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If I am being honest, while embarrassed, I did not mind appearing in the nude in front of my parents and sisters (who appeared in the nude before me). However, I was embarrassed when I modeled in the nude before my mom's art class. These four ladies were not strangers to me since they all had known me when I was younger. Two of them were teachers at my highschool and two were long-time neighbors. But now they were somewhat in my past. I was an 18 year old adult heading off to college and saw less and less of them.

I decided not to enroll in the state university in our town (really a city) and instead enrolled in a progressive, art based, liberal arts school in a town about thirty minutes away from our home. My focus had shifted since my mom talked me into modeling for her and her friends. The Anders School of the Visual and Performing Arts (ASVPA) seemed to offer just what I wanted - a firm liberal arts school with a national reputation. Which part of the arts I wanted was up in the air but I was guessing singing and acting was my main goal. Fortunately, the school provided majors in arts administration and business for those who didn't have the talent for performing or painting. The only talent I had displayed was modeling.

So I settled in the dorm which was coed. The community bathrooms were divided by genders and your roommate had to be of the same gender, but everything else was shared. So, after my parents drove home (ninety minutes away), I settled down to learn more about my roommate, Anders Card.

"Are you related to whoever founded the university?" I asked.

"My great, great grandfather on my mother's side," Anders said. "I even got a discount on tuition but I don't know much about him." Anders was a good looking man who was interested in the performance arts. He could be a romantic lead, I thought, as I studied his features.

So we discussed the courses that we might take (registration was the next day) and we realized that we would be able to take a few classes together. Then Anders changed the topic.

"Xander," he said, "I need to let you know that I am gay."

I had kind of figured that out and I really didn't give a damn. I had just found out that my father was at least bi but more probably, gay. And that didn't bother me, either. After all, pictures of my sisters and I in the nude were on the wall in our private den. Who was I to judge someone else?

But I did need some clarity. "Anders, I really like you but not in the way you may have hoped for. I am not gay and I am a very committed heterosexual."

"I know that," he said. "I expect nothing from you except acceptance. I will never make a move on you anymore than you would make a move on me. That I understand, and I want you to be comfortable knowing that."

We talked a bit but you get the gist of our understanding. Were we 100% consistent in this approach? No, as you will later see. But I was most impressed by his honesty and willingness to stand up for what he was. Judge him if you wish, but he could care less. Anders remained my roommate and best friend for all four years of college, and we still are best friends to this day.

Thinking back, our first few weeks at college feels like a whirl - busy and excited. All the freshmen had to take basic courses in English, Social Studies, and one foreign language (no science or math required). The remaining courses were in the arts and Anders and I took classes in drama and drawing.

And it was in these classes that he and I soon had a small group of close friends. There were about ten of us - more girls than boys - that remained reasonably consistent as a core group. We took classes together, hung out together, and generally enjoyed each other. And we always were respectful of each other and each of us accepted everyone else as they were. Anders in particular, was very comfortable in this group.

And our drawing class was when I resumed my modeling career. Doris (Campbell - at this school, students addressed professors by their first name) was a great teacher - critical but encouraging - and the fifteen members (including all ten of our little group) in the class had a lot of laughs. But I had told Anders about my modeling for my family and although he swore he wouldn't tell anyone, he did mention it to Doris.

So, in early October, Doris addressed the whole class.

"Students, we have reached the moment when we will be drawing with nude models. Here is the catch. The college is reluctant to pay for models so this year someone in the class will have to model." That elicited some nervous giggles. But I guessed where this was going. I gave Anders a wicked look.

"Xander!" he exclaimed. "Doris tortured me to get the info."

I shook my head and looked up and Doris was looking at me. ""Fortunately, we have someone in class who has modeled in the nude." Everyone looked at me and cheered. I didn't give the details but I explained that my mom was an artist and ran a small art class and she talked me into modeling.

"Xander," Doris said, "you do not have to do this if you don't care to, but it would be a help to us all."

I wasn't sure I wanted to. My friends were new friends and while we were getting to know each other, I wasn't sure that I wanted them all to see me naked. Writing that now, it seems to me a bit silly. But at the time, I was only eighteen and I began to blush just thinking about it. I kept telling myself that I was being too emotional - that rationally thinking, it wasn't that big a deal. But it was a big deal.

Doris, seeing my hesitation, said "Why don't you think about it, let me know before the next class. But if you do this, you get to choose the next model."

Now that was a good deal. I looked at all my friends but I really focused on Cheryl who was one cute young lady. I thought to myself - if I get to see her nude, then it is worth getting nude myself. Of course I couldn't be sure that if I chose her, she would do it. No one could be forced to model in the nude. But there was still that chance.

"I will do it but not till next class," I said. Well, everyone cheered and I blushed. Cheryl even gave me a kiss on my cheek. And why did I want to wait two days before the next class? Because I alway wanted to take a thorough shower before modeling.

As Anders and I walked back to the dorm after class, he was making fun of me but I could see that he was really excited about me appearing naked. Of course, as roommates we had seen each other naked before and the first time I returned from taking a shower and I dropped the towel in order to get dressed, he did stare at me and my cock and balls. And I stood there and let him stare. After ten seconds, he thanked me and we continued on doing what we were doing.

After a long shower, Anders and I walked to class and Doris welcomed me with a big hug. Why don't you go into my office and strip off and put on the robe. Now, Xander, you are okay with this, right?"

"I guess so," I said. I knew I couldn't back out even if I wanted to since I would look like a real jerk. When I returned, everyone cheered me and Cheryl gave me the sweetest smile. We were pretty much going steady by this time, and I was very nervous about her reaction when she saw me naked. I had Anders move next to her so he could report to me later about how she reacted.

Doris instructed me on the pose she wanted and stepped off the platform. I then pulled the robe off and there I was, standing naked in front of my close friends and my teacher. I felt vulnerable and embarrassed. And exhilarated. It was obvious my friends liked what they saw. And Doris. She had her hands on her mouth, sporting a full smile, and just stared at my penis. The most private parts of my body were on full display.

Anders later told me that Cheryl leaned over to him and whispered, "My god, he is sexy. He is beautiful down there. His cock and balls are so cute." When Anders told me this, he remarked that he agreed.

Well, the sessions went well and I did not get an erection. That took a lot of control on my part since I was feeling pretty good that everyone seemed to like my nudity. After class, I got dressed and while everyone else walked off to their next class, Anders and I began to leave to get lunch. Doris stopped us and said, "Could I talk to you Xander? And could you wait out in the hall, Anders?"

Once we were alone, Doris thanked me for being so brave.

"I don't mean to make you feel awkward, Xander," but you have one beautiful body."

I did feel awkward. I mean, I liked what she said, but she still was my professor. I couldn't help blushing but I did manage to get out a 'thank you'.

"Would you consider modeling for me and some of my friends?" she asked.

I perhaps shouldn't have been, but I was shocked at the request. But I knew I wasn't going to say 'no'.

"I....guess," I mumbled.

"It will be at my place later this afternoon." She wrote out her address on a piece of paper - it turned out she lives about two blocks from our dorm - with her personal phone number. "See you at five,"

At lunch, I told Anders what had happened. "This time, you have to keep your mouth shut," I said. "I bet she could get into trouble with the college if this got out."

"I understand," he said, "but it must be okay. It is just modeling and it is not as if you will be alone with her. Her students are adults and her friends. What could go wrong? Is she paying you?"

"Twenty-five dollars for the hour," I said.

"Perfect," said Anders. And perfect it was. I arrived at her apartment a little before 5:00 only to discover that there was no class, and never had been.

"I didn't mean to mislead you, Xander," she explained, "but this is a private session - I am the one who needs a male model for a painting that I am creating. I have a commission from a rich friend of mine who wants a painting of David and Goliath and he wants David naked."

"I take it the friend is gay?" I asked.

"Indeed," Doris replied. "But more importantly, he is rich. He will pay me a commission that will be more money than I would earn in three years at the college."

"Good friend to have," I suggested. "Why not ask Anders to model? I bet the rich guy would love the idea that the model was gay."

"I thought of that until I saw you all naked and sweet," She said. "You are very handsome and your sex is very pretty. I won't have to draw 'David's' sex organ from imagination. I will paint you as you are. Besides, I don't even know if Anders would model in the nude."

"He is my roommate and I am sure that he will," I said.

"Good to know. Is he the one you are going to pick to model in our next session?" Doris asked. "Or will you pick Cheryl?"

"Why would you think that?" I stupidly asked.

"I have watched how you look at her and how she looks at you. She absolutely loved looking at your nakedness, as did I."

I didn't know how to answer her but I was delighted to hear what she had to say about Cheryl. "Do I have to be the one to tell her about modeling in the next class?"

"No, no," Doris said, "that is my job. I knew you would say 'yes' because I knew you had modeled in the nude before. As you found out, your world didn't collapse around you. But the rest of the kids in the class don't know that. And I must make sure that she is willing and not doing it because she feels pressured."

"Maybe me being there will be a problem," I offered.

"It probably would be except she has seen you model naked and while she was in the room," Doris replied. "That is why I think she will say 'yes'."

"Boy, I hope so," I said.

"Naughty boy," Doris said to me. She had me undress and again, I noticed how long she stared at me when I was naked. I did feel embarrassed. And I really felt embarrassed when she posed me. She had me with a sword in my right hand and held it high, as if I was ready to bring it down on the prostate Goliah to kill him off. She had me straddle the imaginary victim and as a result, my legs were spread apart. I was conscious of the fact that my cock and balls were fully exposed, hanging down.

But what really goosed bumped me was when she used her hands to maneuver me to the desired pose. I liked the feel of her fingers as she touched my arm, my thighs, and back. Then she lightly and quickly touched my right butt cheek. Now, that was a sensational touch.

But she quickly backed away and began drawing me to get the pose on canvas and would then, using oils, paint the final draw. As I held the pose, I looked at Doris and began to see how pretty she was. She was only thirty-two. I asked "Did you ever have to pose in the nude?"

"Oh, yes. Still do for some of the other artists. Like you, I started early. I was nineteen when I began nude posing. I know you began a little earlier - I mean, you are still eighteen."

"Turn nineteen in November," I said. Then I felt a tingle in my penis. 'Oh my god!' I thought. 'I'm getting hard'.

Maintaining my pose, I exclaimed "I have to go to the bathroom!"

"What?" Doris said, looking up. "Oh dear, I see." She walked up to me as I brought my arm down.

"I"m sorry," I almost shouted, "I can't help it."

"Of course, you can't," she said with a laugh. "I was amazed that you didn't get hard during the class. Disappointed, too, I might add."

"You mean it is okay?" I asked in utter disbelief and near humiliation.

"Of course it is okay," I said. "It has to be. Like you said, it is hard to control. Think of it - you are standing in the nude in front of other people. I get wet just thinking about it."

Despite the common sense of the matter, I couldn't believe what I was hearing. I was about to move off the platform when the unthinkable happened - Doris grabbed my penis. "Wow!" I shouted out.

"Just relax, sweetie, while I take care of your so called problem,"

Doris didn't just take care of it, as such. She engulfed me. She got on her knees and swallowed my rock hard cock. The touch of her lips and tongue on my penis crown, the feel of her lips as she sucked up and down my shaft, and the feeling in my balls as she massaged them caused my legs to buckle. I was groaning and crying all at once and she had to help me to collapse on the floor, where I lay on my back, legs open.

She kneeled down between my legs and swallowed my balls and then licked my perineum. Soon, she smothered my entire package with her face and then stroked by cock with her lips and tongue. It didn't take long. I exploded my semen into her mouth - four of five massive spurts as I yelled out in ecstasy.

Exhausted, I leaned back and watched my professor swirl my cum in her mouth and then swallow the whole load. She smiled at me. "Impressive and very tasty," she said.

"Now rest up a little and then we will resume the modeling."

"Thank you," I mumbled, not knowing what to say.

"Oh, you are so welcomed, She said as she rustled my hair - the hair on my head and on my cock. "The minute I saw your penis and balls I knew that I had to have them in my mouth to suck on. And you didn't disappoint."

'Neither did you," I thought. What a sensational orgasm I had. The feeling just overwhelmed my body and my brain. When the session ended, I dressed and she gave me a big hug and said "Till next time."

I could hardly wait. But what I was really looking forward to was our next class when I might get to see my cute Cheryl naked as she can be. Doris was right that however reluctant Cheryl was to letting me and our friends see her naked, she finally agreed because I had modeled in the nude in front of them.

I was really in love with her and to see her in her natural state seemed to cement that love. When she took her robe off, her glorious breasts flowed forth. Not terribly big but just the right size so that there wasn't much sagging - her tits just perked out defying the laws of gravity. Below her bosoms, her body curved to her thin waist and there was her love canal - covered by light brown pubes that seemed designed to frustrate a lover as if saying 'you will have to work to get the full view.' I was willing to do that.

She looked at me as I was looking at her nakedness and she smiled as she saw that I loved what I saw. Now, she had seen me naked and on display and I had seen her. That night, she and I lost our virginity. But before I lost my prick inside her vagina, I got to smell and taste her hidden treasures, feeling her jump when my tongue licked her clitoris. Her muffled moan came forth as a love call. I buried my face in her pudenda and my tongue invaded her canal. I really made her jump when I licked her sweet, ruby red anus. I engulfed everything that she had. I sent her into the place where Doris had sent me. Complete thrills, exhilarating your most profound sensories, the feeling of electricity flowing through you.

She guided my penis inside her and grabbed my ass cheeks as I pushed my cock inside and outside. I soon gave my essence as she screamed in ecstasy. Our love was complete as we now knew each other intimately, remembering each little inch of the other's body. We had no secrets between us now. Well, I was wrong at that. But at least we had no secrets from each other concerning our bodies. That is nice but, as it turned out, not quite enough.

However, by the end of the first month of college, I clearly was on a roll. Good grades, great friends, blown by my art teacher, and lost my virginity with my girlfriend. Finally, I experienced a sexual adventure that I never thought I would and it involved Anders.

The Art Department at ASVPA (short for Anders School of the Visual and Performance Arts) strongly suggested that all its students participate in some non-contact sport and Anders, the eight others in my group, and I chose swimming. It was competitive but not 'The Swim Team' that played other colleges (which would require more time and effort than we artists wanted to commit to) - we were in a club group as such. Anyway, we did have to practice several days a week and Anders and I rather enjoyed it. I enjoyed seeing the women in their speedo one-piece bathing suits and Anders (and hopefully the girls) loved seeing the men in their speedos.

But by the end of October, the speedos no longer covered anything we hadn't seen because in our small group of ten 'best friends', all seven of the girls and the three boys (me, Anders, and David) had modeled in the nude. I was amazed how sexy the girls looked in those bathing suits even though we had seen each of them in the nude.

Going back to the situation between me and Anders, one day after swim practice we returned to our dorm room and I complained about being sore after the exercise.

"Don't take this the wrong way, roomie," Anders said, "but I do know how to give a great rubdown."

"You mean a massage?" I asked.

"No - a good massage has some scientific backing to it. I mean a rubdown, designed to relax your muscles and relax you."

"I'm not sure I am seeing the difference," I replied, "but if you are willing...."

"Good," Anders said, "lay down on the bed on your stomach."

So I stripped down and when I was left wearing only boxers, I hesitated when Anders spoke up.

"Xander," he said, "would you mind much if you took those off? I won't rub anywhere you don't want me to rub but..."