Anthony was in his early twenties, a struggling poet living in poverty and near starvation, dedicated to his art. At a poetry evening, which he attended because it was free and a chance to be somewhere warm, he was approached by a woman in her early fifties. She introduced herself, said she had read some of his work and was aware of his situation. She was a painter and ran a class for budding female artists and as he was attractive and fairly athletic, would he be interesting in doing a spot of nude modelling, she would pay him a fee of course. The thought of money and the food he could buy with it tempted him to say yes, he was given the address of her studio and a date was fixed.
He arrived early at the studio so she could show him what was expected. They went through to the studio, which was very warm and there in the middle of the room was a white plinth surrounded by four easels. Leading him over to the plinth she said, "If you can undress now I will fold your clothes and store them for you."
She was quite an attractive woman with greying hair, a harsh face but with kind eyes, she wore a tweed skirt, knee high black boots and a black turtle neck top which accentuated her breasts. Anthony proceeded to disrobe, hesitating a little as he came to his tight briefs, the teacher, her eyes fixed on his large bulge said, "Don't be nervous darling I've seen one before."
Feeling more relaxed he slid out of his pants, he was very well endowed and she seemed impressed, seeing her admiring his limp penis he started become semi erect. "Don't worry about it going hard darling, at some point we will need for you to be erect as that will be one of my exercises for the class." She ushered him to the plinth, gave him a sheet to cover himself and a stool to sit on and told him she would help and explain what poses were required when the class started.
The students started ambling in. In first came a girl of around nineteen, wearing glasses and a pony tail she was nerdy looking. In next came two older women about the same age as the teacher, maybe a little older, late fifties. The next student was quite a shock to Anthony as he recognized her, it was his auntie who he had fell out of favor with due to his career choice and had not seen in over a year, she was early forties, a brunette and very attractive.
When they had all settled, the teacher introduced him and said their first exercise was to paint a nude in the standing position, just to get them all used to the boy's body contours, they had fifteen minutes to complete their sketch.
"And now ladies, the reveal." She took a step towards Anthony and gently unveiled his nakedness from beneath the white sheet. There was an audible gasp as the women viewed him. "Yes, he's quite endowed," the teacher said. The two older ladies nodded at each other and agreed, his penis was certainly larger than average.
Anthony s noticed his auntie, she couldn't seem to take her eyes away from his limp manhood as it hung there, thick and heavy between his legs, he became semi erect again which added to his penis size. The teacher flitted between the ladies easels and she was please with their work.
"The next exercise is a sensory exercise. I want you all to come and stand around the model and touch him, you can't be expected to paint a subject if you don't know the feel of it. Feel the contours of his muscles, the hair on his body, I want you to become familiar with every aspect of your subject before we paint the next pose."
The ladies gathered around Anthony, who was slightly elevated due to the easel. "Come on girls, don't be shy, we haven't got all night." First off it was the nerdy girl who began by running her hand down his leg, now using both hands she stood in front him feeling both his athletic thighs. One of the older women began testing his biceps while the other ran her fingers over his nipples and chest.
