Did I orgasm the first time? Or any other time? The first time I could have and nervously was on the edge, but did not. Other times, extremely excited for extended times. I had my first desires to or, experiences of exposure at 6 years old. An average guy can pose if you can hold the poses and be creative without inhibition. A majority of the sessions poses come from the model, for example gesture poses or warm ups are a string of quick poses that are from your own creative expression
I was a senior in high school was interested in ceramics and throwing pots on the wheel. A friend and I were also enrolled in a few classes at the local college of art and design. My friend was taking life drawing and I was so intrigued with the idea of posing naked in front of a classroom full of people. I could not stop thinking about it and eventually began asking questions and even going to the library to read up on life drawing and what it takes to become a nude model. At first I was doubtful that I would actually be hired to pose, having no experience or drawing and painting background. I knew I wanted to do it so I joined a gym , started familiarizing myself with different poses, and the terminology. I would fantasize about what it would feel like to be on stage naked and this would always lead to me getting an erection on the stage. Just the thought of it aroused me and fueled my masturbation sessions. Fearing being terminated if I was showing signs that I enjoyed it as much as I did I planned how I would keep myself from getting an erection.. When I felt I was ready to go to work I applied at 1 school and was put on the list of male models willing to pose nude. The Life Drawing instructor would call me in about 2 weeks with some bookings. I had done it. I was one step away from realizing my desire to be naked in a public setting. At home early , one thing on my mind, I threw off my clothes , grabbed my bottle of astro glide from my nightstand . A message on my voice mail, I was needed to fill in for a last-minute cancellation . I was to meet the TA at the studio at 6 this evening.. I excepted the booking and was so nervous and excited at the same time. To ease into it and I felt not thinking about it in a sexual way was all that I had to do to keep from getting an erection. The first time I stepped on the platform naked I had to mentally focus to suppress my penis from getting out of control. I think the cool night air and bright lights on my naked body made it very difficult to control yet I was able to. I was successful for the next three classes and was confident my method to controlling erections from developing was one that worked every time. I had filled my calendar with new bookings at several colleges and everything was going as planned. The feelings of embarrassment were fading with each session. The next class started as usual with half hour of quick gesture poses to warm up the students. Then the instructor told me we would have one pose that would span the rest of the class time and proceeded to set me up in a pose of her liking. Seated in a lounge chair slouching back creating a challenge in drawing foreshortening . When I was just right she marked my position on the chair with chalk. Reference points I could use get into the same posture after a break. The pose was going fine, then five minutes into it I was feeling some stirrings in my lower abdomen. Like before I mentally suppressed it and was relaxed again. After taking a break I regained my position in the pose and drawing resumed. A few minutes into the pose I felt some stirrings of arousal again, but, this time is was different. Before I could take a deep breath and mentally suppress any feeling of arousal my penis was lurching into full-blown erection. The studio went silent, all chit chat stopped. I was caught off guard at this point I was not sure what to do. I am fired I know it, I thought to myself. I close my eyes and try to think it away with opposite effect. This attempt to regain control only added fuel to the fire and was futile. It seemed my entire body was throbbing . I was expecting to hear the instructors intervening words. I only heard the sounds of erasers on paper and of charcoal drawing on paper. I thought of stopping the pose then I heard a student ask the instructor for some help with her drawing. The instructor and the student analyzed,checked and measured, stood back and viewed me just as normal. All the while I was struggling to control my erection which was surging totally out of control. My breathing turned heavy , I stayed that way till break turning all shades of red feeling embarrassed of the obvious amount of pleasure I was getting out of my predicament. I was surprised that after I broke for break and the class partially emptied out I still could not make my erection go away. With nothing but my bathrobe on I stayed on the model platform the whole break. I expected to be fired, but was not. I was expecting to be asked to calm down, but was not. I was still erect when I was placing myself according to the chalk marks and I was coached into the final position by the students in the front aligning my position with what they had on paper. It might be difficult for some people to understand , the level of pleasure I feel ,lasting all day and into the night. Even after posing with an erection most of the 3 hours. I was asked to come back and even got some compliments about my modeling . The male body is natural in all forms and I found that my body in an aroused state is beautiful and worthy of being drawn. I am more relaxed in my modeling sessions (less nervous) and when erections happen the only thing that changes is the drawings.
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When I climbed on to the model stand naked for the first time I had to concentrate on not getting aroused, I was successful but it was not easy . I focused on providing assortments of gesture poses and longer poses that showed emotion and were interesting to draw. My confidence in my abilities was high. My ability to ward off spontaneous erections the moment I felt the stirring inside. That all changed while posing for anatomy class, of all times. While standing on a box and students enthusiastically huddled around me as the professor identified the external structures of the male reproductive organs using a pointer. This was far different than what I was used to in drawing classes. I felt cool morning draft from the open window when I felt a tingle, my scrotum tightening , no , not now. I was developing a erection and I could do nothing to stop it. Within seconds, my penis was lurching furiously to the beat of my heart which I could actually hear. I closed my eyes, blushing, I thought, I am fired I know it. To my surprise I heard the professor say oh, wonderful, here we can see the significant changes during arousal. Note the tightening of the scrotum as the penis prepares for ejaculation . With all students eyes on me, as they studied every detail I was at a level of arousal that I had never been before. The sensations of intense pleasure rippled through me. It felt like my whole body was in a state of arousal not just my genitals. I wondered what I looked like standing there odviously enjoying the situation but I put that out of my mind. I felt the humiliation but it seemed to be part of why I liked this so much. I did not want this to end. I thought to myself, I can deal with this, I continued the pose even when I felt flow of pre-cum flooding my urethra. When time was up I opened my eyes and looked down to my erection and the cluster of students surrounding me. I was looking for a path to the dressing room but there was none. I had to say excuse me to get the group to step aside. My erection bouncing as I walked naked to the dressing room door and went in. There was one thing on my mind at this point, and began stroking myself trying not to make and sounds of my activity. I could hear chatter from the classroom as I climaxed. I giggled to myself while cleaning up. I have experienced the most intense arousal ever while posing.
You found a job posting that said “Life Drawing Model Needed” It said that you must be comfortable with being nude in front of art students. You were a little intrigued. Could you handle being so exposed in front of strangers? You decide to try it.
When you arrive in my art class, the teacher gives you a robe and asks you to take off all of your clothes and come back wearing the robe. Me and the other art students set up our easels facing the center of the room. You come back wearing only the robe and the teacher places you, and adjusts the lights. She tells you that it is time to take off the robe. You hesitate for a moment and then the exhibitionist in you comes out and you let it drop to the ground. All eyes are on you and your cock. I am gazing at the long, thick smooth cock imagining what it would feel like in my mouth.
I looked up at you and you were looking right back at me. I smiled and I noticed your cock twitched a bit and started to grow. The exhibitionist in me wanted to go to you drop to my knees and give you what we both could feel you want. Joining the class from my moment of lust, we all drew you as you stood in the hot lights. We looked intensely at every part of your body. I could tell you were turned on. I felt hot and a my panties were getting wet.
Finally it was time for a break. I asked you if I could come with you into the dressing closet. Before you put your clothes on, I told you to sit down. I separated your legs and took your cock into my hands. I licked the head of your cock and slowly put it into my mouth. You pushed my head closer and shoved your cock deep down my throat. As you pulled out, you came all over my chest.
We laughed and were both much more relaxed as we went back into the classroom. I sure hope you come pose for my class again!
seated pose on stool
Yesterday my drawing group had a new model he had never posed nude before. He acted very nervous and maybe a little scared. I think he thought he would be posing for just one artist not six. Anyway after a few minutes he got an erection
I asked if he was ok or if he wanted to take a break to calm down. He asked what we wanted him to do one of the other women said she would prefer him to hold the pose, so he did and he calmed down but throughout the session he would occasionally lose control and his erection would return. After the class, the six of us went for lunch and one of the women said I don’t know about the rest of you but did some great drawings this morning and loved every minute when our model was aroused. Basically we all agreed with her, drawing the models erection had added an additional dynamic to all our drawings. Any way we decided we want to do it again some Saturday, not by chance with a new model but actually schedule a male to pose with an erection.
I had this experience when I started as a model for life drawing classes. After submitting my application at a local university I was
I am being studied in close detail with all eyes on me. I am totally naked on a small platform or stage. This scenario I have pursued. I fantasize about being on display totally naked as long as I can remember. After I began posing naked for art it became apparent that a key aspect of this erotic fantasy involved humiliation. The first time I lost control, developing an erection in front of the student artists with all eyes on me. My decision to stay in the pose closing my eyes and attempting to calm myself . As I did this it wasn’t just me experiencing this arousal. Everyone in the studio was too along with me. Realizing this my failure to calm my pulsing rock hard penis after making an effort to do so. Continuing the pose elevated my arousal to a level I never experienced before. In the close quarters of the art studio I can feel my erection stiffen with intensity, then for a while , relax a little. As I concentrate to hold the pose without changing the position of my head , arms, amount of twist in my body. As my thoughts drift from what my plans were for later to how my friends and family must not find out my secret passion. Brought out the daze by the rhythmic thumping in my groin, back to reality when my penis , as if it had a mind of its own , has restored its rigidity. The buzz of arousal flowed through me, the hush of the studio I could hear whispering around me but could not make out what was being said. An occasional cough or a dropped pencil was all I could hear over my heart beating. I blush. How awkward a situation to be in, exposing my true self, humiliated, yet deriving pleasure from this. Shame on me? I don’t think so.
Female model describes her modeling experiences as intoxicating.
Art Class Exhibitionist
When I pose nude in front of men my clitoris swells and my stomach races. I feel so naked my head starts to float and my feelings swim around in a dream of erotic thoughts. If I was a man my penis would be very erect and throbbing and running wet. I love my job so much as it gives me a perfect outlet for my exhibitionism. I love to watch the men’s eyes and if there are erections inside their pants. It is hard to control my wetness in my vagina but I do my best and often lie on a soft absorbent towel. I could not bear people to see my vagina flow! Sometimes I imagine being fondled by the class and all sorts of obscene crude erotic thoughts. It is hard to control my mind and emotions. My nipples are always erect and breasts and vagina and clitoris swollen. Maybe the women know. I actually like to feel embarrassed.
I love it when this happens.
A second drawing session had its inaugural tonight at Vitruvian. In a normal drawing session, there is a room full of people and one naked person. In my mind this sets up an odd sort of hierarchy and power dynamic in the room. The naked person is either worshipped as an object of desire, or seen as meat, as a thing like a vase, or a potato to be studied, broken into light and shadow, and rendered into the chosen medium.
Tonight’s session, everyone in the class was naked. There was no hierarchy. The model chatted with us. In between sessions, we talked to the model and to each other. The session was very social and eventually very relaxed.
Hopefully there will be another session.
Here are tonight’s sketches:
The human body is beautiful. This model , at least one pose will be with erection.
- When I started working as a figure model I put a lot of effort into suppressing spontaneous erections. I learned that trying to control a physical response (arousal) with the mind always backfired. The results would be a lasting vigorous erection.
- Relaxed and natural allowing an erection to happen and not be embarrassed. I revel in the pleasure moving from full-blown erection to semi erect to flaccid, then semi erect and so on.
- There was a male model who came to our class once (and only once), who was prominently aroused for the majority of the time he posed (almost three hours), and he had one of the most beautiful bodies (and erections!) I’ve ever seen. He was obviously comfortable in his own skin, and just as obviously (make that Obviously, with a capital O) “comfortable” with the idea of being on display
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I have been modeling for College life drawing classes for some time. I was keeping from becoming aroused by avoiding thoughts of how completely naked and exposed I was. The instructor requested I be posing reclining , providing pillows to uplift my pelvis to allow better viewing of my anatomy. Being propped up by pillows like this was titillating and erotic. As I thought of how embarrassing it would be if I got aroused. Blushing from head to toe I felt butterflies and a light tingle in my groin, within seconds my penis surged into full-blown erection. The room grew silent. Just the sound of erasures then pencils to paper.
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Naked outside the classroom unable to hide my now fully erect penis
It was my first time working at a university and the idea thrilled me. Driving directions, parking passes, finding the fine arts department, instructors, studios, etc.. The first time on campus for me was confusing and a little intimidating but I stayed focused as to not be late for my appointment to take off my clothes and stand on a pedestal so I may be viewed totally naked. As I approached the off ramp to exit the freeway I had a few butterflies mixed in with the overall state of arousal I was feeling . I had an erection since leaving home. Entering the studio I was briefed on the poses and length of times by the TA, and then was on my own. I searched for a dressing room or closet and there was none. There was a foyer that was the entrance to this studio so I thought to undress there and stash my clothes behind a cabinet. There was also a row of sinks for studio uses. I was ready to make my entrance. Entering the studio is the most intense experience because being the model for the day , the subject of study, every student has their eyes on me . Watching how I walk , my movement, looking at my feet and hands. Some start sketching me even before I take the stage. I am hired for this purpose, I can expect no privacy while in the studio. I like walking in and without pausing I am naked before I make eye contact with anyone. I walked in, found the stage, dropping my robe as I stepped up to begin my first gesture pose. 30 seconds, 5 minutes, 1 hour. no problem. This is when I check the audience and notice the individual concentration each student has. Some look only at my penis. it is so obvious. Not a problem for me, look all you want at anything on my body is openly on display for you. When class was over I made my way to the room I used as a dressing room. Closed the door behind me thinking how well things went. I removed my robe stuffing it into my gym bag and turning to the sinks to wash my feet. I was enjoying a sensuous feeling , a tension after 4 hours of stimulation. I fondled my half erect penis while beginning to wash my feet when I heard noises coming from all around. I was startled to see 4 doors open at once and the quiet room I was in was suddenly packed with students leaving classes ending . A stream of student artists flowed 3 lanes wide like traffic on the interstate, tip to tail, bumper to bumper. My clothes were across the way behind a cabinet out of reach. My robe somewhere down stream. I was without options except to stand there naked. As embarrassing as this was, I could do nothing but wait it out by the sink , unable to hide my now fully erect penis. I felt the buzz of arousal increasing , with my heart rate and respiration elevated , a noticeable surge in rigidity of my penis seemed to defy gravity curving almost straight up my eurethra flooded with precum I glance down noticing a sparkling puddle quickly I attempt a descrete wipe motion all within a few seconds. A long clear gooey linked to my hand in a failed attempt. I heard laughter, I glance up curios if they, yes, perfect view of everything.. Oh my god, I had no where to hide my hard pulsating penis from the 75 or so art students parading within a few inches from where I stood. Every time I raised my head to see if I could scoot across I only saw eyes looking at my face then down to my swollen penis. The hallway echoed with chatter about the naked guy with snickers and remarks about how obvious it was that I was enjoying the myself. I was in no position to deny it . A few chuckles and giggles ,Oh my god. he is naked, Oh my god. did you see that? he has a hardon. That must be one of the models I heard one person say. Alot of things went through my mind as I wrestled the bundle of clothes from behind the cabinet, getting home topped the list. Heading to the parking structure, I walked slowly pondering what just happened. I tried to conceal my erection as I walked. I headed straight home , the drive home was less hectic then the drive to the University. Arriving home with one thing on my mind. Locking the dead bolt behind me I quickly threw off my clothes on my way to the night stand drawer grabbed my lube laying back naked again, on my bed. With delightful anticipation I fondled my genitals with my left hand how wonderful the feeling it was. I was surprised to hear myself let out a quiet moan as I applied the personal lube to my swollen penis. Keeping my phone close by in case of a call for me to model and get naked again in public. With this experience fresh in my mind, I masturbated many times for the rest of the afternoon. Not sure what the demand would be for my services in my new-found trade. The construction jobs I worked full speed, sneaking away to 1 or 2 times a week to model. That quickly changed excepting every booking focusing on my new interest. The best days are when I naked from 8-12, 1-4, 5-9 pm. The pay is less than I am used to, more cost in gas, I am ok with that. The amount I spend on lube has quadrupled. I discovered studio storage rooms are available if requested.
We only ever hear of masturbation for women in the context of “it helps you learn about your body”, or “it makes you better at sex”.
You know what, screw them!
There’s nothing better than being alone, being horny, touching yourself… and for yourself, not for anyone else.
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When I climbed on to the model stand naked for the first time I had to concentrate on not getting aroused, I was successful but it was not easy . I focused on providing assortments of gesture poses and longer poses that showed emotion and were interesting to draw. My confidence in my abilities was high. My ability to ward off spontaneous erections the moment I felt the stirring inside. That all changed while posing for anatomy class, of all times. While standing on a box and students enthusiastically huddled around me as the professor identified the external structures of the male reproductive organs using a pointer. This was far different from what I was used to in drawing classes. I felt cool morning draft from the open window when I felt a tingle, my scrotum tightening , no , not now. I was developing an erection and I could do nothing to stop it. Within seconds, my penis was lurching furiously to the beat of my heart which I could actually hear. I closed my eyes, blushing, I thought, I am fired I know it. To my surprise I heard the professor say oh, wonderful, here we can see the significant changes during arousal. Note the tightening of the scrotum as the penis prepares for ejaculation . With all students eyes on me, as they studied every detail I was at a level of arousal that I had never been before. The sensations of intense pleasure rippled through me. It felt like my whole body was in a state of arousal not just my genitals. I wondered what I looked like standing there obviously enjoying the situation but I put that out of my mind. I felt the humiliation but it seemed to be part of why I liked this so much. I did not want this to end. I thought to myself, I can deal with this, I continued the pose even when I felt flow of pre-cum flooding my urethra. When time was up I opened my eyes and looked down to my erection and the cluster of students surrounding me. I was looking for a path to the dressing room but there was none. I had to say excuse me to get the group to step aside. My erection bouncing as I walked naked to the dressing room door and went in. There was one thing on my mind at this point, and began stroking myself trying not to make and sounds of my activity. I could hear chatter from the classroom as I climaxed.
Artist Model Needed: exhibitionist preferred, required to be naked in a public setting for many hours a day. Position Filled
When I become aroused on the model stand the more I think about making my penis relax. It has the opposite effect , causing a throbbing engorged sensation.
A little bit nervous, I climbed on to the model stand for the first time. I had to concentrate on not getting aroused, and I was successful. I focused on providing assortments of gesture poses and longer poses that expressed movement , tension, and emotion. Poses that I could hold and were interesting to draw. My confidence in my abilities was high. A few deep breaths to ward off spontaneous erections the moment I felt the stirring inside. With a couple of sessions without incident I felt relaxed and sensuous. Like before I climbed on to the platform dropping my robe naked again. Three warm spot lights eliminated my body from above and below. I was in anatomy class where muscle and skeletal structure is studied very closely. While standing on a box and students huddled around me. The professor identified the external structures of the male reproductive organs using a pointer. All eyes focused on my genitals. The discussion about and questions regarding structure , function, etc. And a question about my pubic hair. This was far different from what I was used to. When I felt a slight tingle and butterflies in my stomach I thought , no , not now. I took a slow breath it was too late. I was developing an erection and I could do nothing to stop it. Within seconds, my penis was lurching furiously to the beat of my heart which I could actually hear. I closed my eyes, blushing, I thought I will be fired, I know it. I was in a state of confusion. To my surprise I heard the professor say oh, wonderful, here we can see the significant changes that take place during arousal. Note the tightening of the scrotum as the penis prepares for ejaculation . With all eyes on me, my breathing became heavy. The discussion and viewing of my genitals during arousal had my erection throbbing and engorged like never before. I have arrived at that place. The place where I am no longer ashamed to be the model motivated by the desire to be naked on display. I made eye contact with students as I stepped down reaching for my robe my rigid penis wiggled tightly. I was being looked at curiously but not in judgement. I shut the door to the art storage closet where I masturbated.
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The first time I got and erection during a pose my first thought was to end the pose, but, as the seconds ticked the drawing class went silent. I could only hear the pounding of my heart and was buzzing with arousal I set aside the humiliation and embarrassment and went on with pose as I was. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath realizing 20mins were still left before break. I was trying to settle down and relax and allow my erection to subside. Ironically, the thoughts and efforts I was making mentally to return to a flaccid state, only stoked the fire resulting in the most intensely engorged erection I have ever had. Sometimes spontaneous erections happen without warning. if the model continues to have an erection, the erection may be included in the artwork .
After graduating from High School I enrolled in some art classes at the community college. I was intrigued at the fact that nude models were used everyday and in most classes. I kept thinking about what it would be like and I would find myself fluttering with sexual sensation. I knew that if I had ever tried it I would have a rock hard erection. Still, I was captivated by the idea of modeling for an art class. . It was also very arousing, which is why I never really considered it , however, I saw a flyer posted near the art offices facility advertising for nude models to pose for an art class. I figured that maybe should give it a try. I started thinking about why I shouldn’t do it, but decided to shelve those concerns and just go for it. I took down the number and called as soon as I got back to my desk. I spoke to a secretary who took my name and told me that the instructor would call me when she needed someone.A week or so later I got a call from the instructor. She was a very nice woman, and she told me about the course. It was drawing from an anatomic perspective. For each class they would focus on a specific set of muscles, and the model would strike three poses for about twenty minutes each. The poses were taken from classical works that accentuated the muscle groups in question. She told me she had a few classes where she still needed models, one of which was for shoulders and back. I figured that this would be the safest, because if anything went “wrong” I’d have my back to the students. I decided to throw caution to the wind and agreed to do it.In the days that led up to the class I began to play out scenarios in my mind. I knew from talking to people who had done modeling that the difficult part was staying absolutely still for twenty or more minutes at a time. I expected that the stimulation of the situation might cause some erection problems at first, but that the effort required to hold the pose would quickly distract me and that an erection would be unlikely from then on. Still, I wanted to minimize the possibilities of that initial erection in any way I could. My plan was to over-sex myself to the point that my penis would be too worn out to become erect. I began masturbating every day, sometimes ejaculating two or three times in a single day. The morning of the class I masturbated in the shower. Although the class wasn’t until much later that afternoon, there would be no convenient opportunity to masturbate again once I’d left for work.Hours before I was to leave for the class I was so nervous that I couldn’t concentrate on my work. When it was finally time to go I made the long walk to the building where the class was held. I tried to keep my mind off erections, but I could feel my dick pressing against my sweatpants, as I walked. I decided to use the meditation technique of breath counting to keep myself from thinking about my penis. The plan was to use that technique when I was actually modeling as well.I finally got to the building and found the room. I was instantly aghast to find that the students were arranged in a large circle rather than all at one end of the room. This undermined my assumption that I would have my back to everyone in the event that I started having “problems.” I was so nervous at this point that I really just wanted to get started, but I had to sit and wait through the lecture portion of the class where the instructor discussed the anatomy of the muscle groups in great detail and covered the technical names for all the muscles in each group. I used the meditation to try to keep my mind off my penis, which still felt like it was already getting plump. All that masturbating in the previous days appeared to have absolutely no impact whatsoever.Finally the lecture was over and it was time to get down to business. To my delight, all the students got up and congregated at one end of the room as I had originally expected them to. This was a relief, but the time of reckoning had come. I kicked off my shoes, removed my socks, unbuttoned my shirt, and pulled down my jeans. I lingered in my sweatpants for a moment, but soon I pulled them over my butt, down my thighs, and then stepped out of them one foot at a time. There I was, bare naked in a room full of clothed people who were preparing to stare intently at my nude body. In all honesty I have no idea of the degree to which my penis was becoming erect, if any at all, because looking at it even for a moment would surely have caused it to spring into action.I was very quickly distracted from my concerns as I listened to the instructor explain the way she wanted me to pose. I lay on the floor on my right side with my back to the students. My legs were extended to my left and my right elbow was propped up on a chair, curving my spine and bringing my shoulders parallel with the floor. The students began to draw and I began to meditate. So far things were going according to plan. The fact that the students couldn’t even see my penis removed a lot of the pressure, and with it a lot of the stimulation. The meditation, in addition to keeping my mind off my dick, also helped to pass the time as I remained as motionless as possible for minute after minute after minute.Once twenty minutes had gone by I was starting to get a little restless. Eventually the instructor stood up. I expected her to say that this pose was done, but instead she said that there would be about five more minutes for people to finish up. About seven or eight minutes later she finally brought it to a close. At this point my thoughts were entirely on how sore my shoulder was after having been propped up like that for a good half hour. As the students put down their drawing utensils and got up to mill about, I very slowly and carefully took the weight off my shoulder. As my muscles began to loosen up I sat up and stretched my arms over my head. My penis seemed to be well under control. I rolled over onto my back lay flat on the floor with my arms still stretched over my head.As I rolled over, however, my dick kind of flopped from one side over onto the other. This sensation stirred something in my loins, and all of a sudden my dick wasn’t well under control anymore. I didn’t panic, but rather just lay on my back and relaxed before I had to hold the next pose. I almost felt like I could drift off to sleep.Soon the instructor called the students back to order and got me up to do the next pose. As I stood up I could feel that my dick was definitely not completely soft, but I ignored it as best I could as I walked over to the instructor in full view of the class. For the next pose I was to sit in a chair with both elbows propped up on a table in front of me, placing me in direct profile to the students. Although my dick was sort of in “chubby” status by this time, it was pretty well hidden down between my legs. But then the instructor had me keep my arms where they were and swivel the chair more toward the students to twist my torso. I swiveled just a little bit, but she kept saying, “Further… further.” She didn’t stop until my pelvis was practically facing the students, which made my penis much more visible. I knew this was going to be trouble.I instantly went back to the meditation. As the students began their drawings I tried to keep my mind one hundred percent off my penis, but I couldn’t help but feel it growing. The simple fact that I knew that other people could see it made the situation all the more stimulating. Slowly but surely I could feel it rising higher and higher, until it was up around the tops of my thighs. I tried to concentrate on the meditation, but it wasn’t helping. My dick was on an unalterable course for boner city. The harder I meditated, the harder my dick was becoming. Eventually I glanced down and could see that it had risen above the level of my thighs and was in plain view.My worst fears were being realized. I was in a formal academic setting, and I was getting a full erection. If you’ve seen any of the pictures I have elsewhere on this site, you’ll know that once my penis gets up to full size that it doesn’t go unnoticed. I didn’t know what to do. By this time it was practically stiff and the scene was quickly becoming pornographic. I knew that there was no way it was going to go back down again of its own accord. If I didn’t do something it would stay like that for the duration of the pose.I was becoming desperate. I contemplated saying something to apologize and ask them to bear with me, but that would have only drawn attention to the situation and made matters worse. Instead I closed my eyes and rode it out, closing my eyes made more aware and realized that my whole body was in a extreme high level of sexual arousal, not just my penis was lurching with each beat of my heart , but it seemed like my lips eyelids,chest was in full arousal.I continued to meditate as a way to pass the time. Once again the pose went on for about ten minutes longer than it was supposed to. As soon as the instructor brought it to a close I lept up and ran for my clothes with my schlong flapping around as I went. I quickly threw on my sweatpants. I sheepishly looked around the room, but no one seemed to be giggling or looking at me funny. I wanted to apologize to the instructor and make sure it wasn’t too big of a deal, but she had gone through a door in the back of the room. I took a peek inside, but it lead off to other parts of the building and she was nowhere to be seen. I decided to just let it go. I wandered around the room to check out some of the drawings the students had made. In some my organ did seem to be conspicuously missing, but at least I saw no egregious erasures.When it was time to do the third and final pose my penis had gone back to being more or less soft again. I was relieved to find that I would have my back completely to the students. I was to assume a standing contrapposto pose with one hand up above my head. I took my pants and underwear off and got into position. With my penis safely out of view it behaved itself this time. Once again I used the meditation to help pass the time, and once again it went on for about ten minutes longer than it was supposed to. By now my penis was pretty much completely under control and I wished that the class would go on longer. After we were done and I got my clothes back on I contemplated pulling a student aside and asking if my erection in the second pose was really all that noticeable. Instead I just made a quiet exit.A couple weeks later I got a call asking if I would model for a different class. I figured that at least the instructor hadn’t reported me as being a disgusting pig that should be taken off the list. Although I knew the same thing would happen again if I did another class, I contemplated doing it anyway. I took down the instructor’s name so that I could talk to him and warn him that this could be a problem, but I never wound up calling. I got more calls from other instructors. My calendar filled with more bookings and classes, and even other colleges. I now am no longer worried about getting reprimanded when my penis gets hard. I can relax and bask in the sheer pleasure and deliciously long hours of continuous erotic and sensuous bliss.