I'm the model

now completely naked,he joked around standing in different poses.Although very turned on by al this he still felt very awkward standing naked in front of so many familiar faces.
The girls continued to make remarks about his body.
(this pic is my michaelangelo's david pose ha,ha;) )
 
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Andrew now gives them a little twirl,letting them see all his body.
Carla leans forward and gives him a playfull smack on his firm bum.
 
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"ok stud,take a seat"said carla,pushing a wheelie chair over to the naked man.As he sat down all the ladies gathered around him,they all were enjoying the view but none of them,not even Carla had the guts to touch him or suck that throbbing cock.
"wow,you are so big,I mean compared to my boyfriend you are huge"said the young girl kneeling directly in front of him.
"go on,touch it"he said.
She slowly gently ran the tip of her finger down the engorged length and when she reached his balls she snapped her hand back,letting out a little girly giggle.
 
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Naked in Front of Nine Women

Naked in Front of Nine Women: The Perils of a Penis
The perils of a male modeling for an all-women figure drawing class: a false thought recognized and a moment of panic can unleash a flow of blood that unsettles the flesh and makes the groin grow.

For example, my gaze is placed in a general direction, perhaps between two students and downward during an extended frontal pose. I study the changes in hue and value of the smooth concrete floor. Movement captures my eye and I find myself examining the shoes that each student wears as an indication of their character. (Obviously there is a nice irony here--as the art students study me, the nude model, I in turn study them.) As the variety of pedial bindings are mentally cataloged, a number of strappy open-toed sandals are noted.

Then it happens. An almost automated image of suckling one of those half-curled toes slips like silk through the outer edge of my mind. Snapped back to conscious thought, a sensation of mixed guilt and panic take hold and overload my system as I try to avert the inevitable outcome. I control my breathing and try not to think about becoming erect. But trying to "not think about becoming erect" is like trying to block out the image of an elephant when someone says to you, "don't think about an elephant!"

Wishing to maintain my professionalism as a model I am obligated to sustain my pose and therefore can only guess at how apparent the movement between my legs is. I try to reassure myself that the testicular shifting I sense is within the range of natural moment-to-moment male physiological responsiveness. However, the anxiously percussive pounding of my pulse in the veins of my neck coupled with the cool stand-alone sensation of the breeze around the head of my cock alarms me to the fact that I am fully erect and visible to all.

This, of course, worsens the condition. I feel like a puppy overwhelmed by the attention of a good ear scratching with his tongue slung out the corner of his mouth sitting on the side of his haunches with his wet red pecker pointed up in the air.

My gaze is now riveted in place--for to make eye contact with any clothed female in the room while in this state would rend me from the protection of believing that I am no more than an object to be drawn and would cast me into the role of "naked man inadvertently and uncontrollably aroused in a room full of clothed women." I could lie to myself and say that they don’t notice. But my peripheral vision records the class as a whole as they turn their heads from the figure to sketch pad, figure to sketch pad, figure to sket... abruptly back to the figure--and stop.
 
"your just sooo thick"cooed one of the women as they all continued to stare.Carla leaned forward and slowly wrapped her hand around his big,throbbing cock.
After jerking it slowly up and down a few times,she realeased his cock,letting it fall back with a slap onto his tight stomach
"show us how it's done big boy"she smiled.
 
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he smiled then slowly gripped his throbbing cock.He started to slowly stroke it up and down.This was accompanied by a chorus of ooooohs and aaaaaahs from the adoring women.
"stroke it,jerk that big thing faster"
"wank your big cock"
"pump your huge cock,make it cum for us"
 
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I really love this story and waiting patiently for the ending :)

great story and awsome pictures!!

:kiss: :p
 
thank you....and always good to see someone new posting reply here
 
First time posting on your thread. And I would like to say DAMN!!!!!!!!

What an awesome looking mosnter you have there. Just looking at it makes me cross my legs and say, your going to put that where???????

Love the Story to. Can't wait to hear more.;)
 
thanks devine...am just about to start new thread with ALL stories from variety of my threads on,some you will have seen some you will not have
 
I think I might not start new thread...I dunno,it's just as the thread gets longer people don't read stories that are further in as much....I'm undecided:confused:
 
SHARING
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Oh,god I knew it was coming...."you have a double bed,I won't take up much room"
Sam,now as a flatmate she is ok,nothing special,a lit scatty...but as a woman she is the sexiest thing I have ever seen,not that she knows I feel this way.
She had just finished painted her bedroom taupe,nice..very soothing! and the fumes meant she couldn't sleep in there tonight.
"erm...ok".As we got ready for bed she came strolling into my room in a just t-shirt showing off her amazing legs,the bottom just covering her peach of an ass.
As I slipped off my shirt she climbed onto my bed on all fours.
FUCK,she is wearing a thong,what an ass,what a view.
Oh,No I started to get a reaction,and not the one you want to get
when you are supposed to share a bed with a friend
 
I was trying everything to hide my arousal.My hands were doing their best."I'll turn the light out" I said.The cover of darkness being my best hope of getting into bed undetected.As I did,she turned on the bedside lamp. Foiled..........
She was now sitting up on the bed
"Do you wear boxers in bed?"
"Yeah"
She is now watching me,waiting for me to get undressed

OH,FUCK...I JUST REALISED..I'M NOT WEARING ANY UNDERWEAR
 
"erm,I've not got any on right now,so"
"Don't worry,I'll look away while you put some on"
Ok,right...I've gotta do this as fast as I can while she is covering her eyes.
The moment my waistband slides over my hard cockand I feel the cool air on my skin....
"Fucking hell,what a cock"She squeeled.Funny,I'd never heard her swear before.....
 
Embarrised,well slightly embarrised,I attempt to hide it.I must admit it was a half hearted attempt,the throbbing member between my legs wanted centre stage...sam agreed with it.
"Don't you dare try and hide it,And you can think twice if you think I am gonna let you put any underwear on either"
 
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