All participants are over 18.
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Martin used a chair as a stepping stool to get up on the table at the front of the studio. He looked out over the room and saw seven pairs of eyes watching him. He sighed. This is what he signed up for when he agreed to be a nude model for Mr. Breck's drawing class. For the next twenty minutes he was expected to maintain a pose while the students sketched him.
Martin disrobed and struck a simple pose, taking direction from Mr. Breck.
Martin heard pencils squeaking and scratching against paper.
Mr. Breck's phone vibrated; he had the ringer off to avoid distracting his students, but he took the call. The teacher mentioned before class that his wife was ten days past due to deliver their first child. It quickly developed that this call related to that. The man was in an instant panic. He announced he was going to the hospital to see the birth of his child. Class was at an end almost before it started.
One of the students, Gareth, offered to lock up the studio after everyone left; that way the class could continue. Mr. Breck believed Gareth was trustworthy so he quickly agreed; he had no time to argue in any case. Ninety seconds after his phone call ended, Mr. Breck was out the door and Martin was left on display for the six remaining students.
The room settled back down to work. Eyes peered up at Martin and back down at their work. Everyone was the same, except Gareth. He stood at the back of the class smirking at Martin as he locked the door from the inside. His obvious attentions did nothing to steady Martin's nerves.
The eyes of the students continued to reference him for their drawings. Martin noticed that there were many moments when the artists were all looking at him at once and some where he was viewed by only one. He wondered if any of them were drawing his cock right now. His cock actually twitched at the thought. God, did anyone notice that?
It looked like someone noticed; a couple of pairs of eyes lingered on the amateur model. The scrutiny aroused Martin somewhat. He knew these men were looking at his cock. He felt a slight flush as blood seemed to rush to his face and to his penis.
Martin looked over the group of artists. The youngest, Gareth, was probably twenty, about the same age as Martin. He had long blond hair and a thin layer of stubble on his jaw. The studio tables had cardboard name plates placed beside the easels, for the benefit of Mr. Breck, who was bad with names. Using the name plates, Martin could easily identify the rest of the men by name. Hugh was about fifty, bearded, stocky and short. Gerard and Rupert were both lean, clean-shaven thirty-somethings and by the way they chattered softly, they were either close friends or lovers. Patrick was a fit, handsome black man of about thirty years of age; he wore thick-rimmed glasses. Kenneth, an Asian man, was looking back at Martin with a surprised expression.
Martin had a full-blown erection thinking about the men looking at him. Now they all saw his wood.
Nothing had changed with Gareth; he wasn't even at his easel. He just leaned against the back wall of the room with that knowing smirk. Hugh seemed to accept Martin's erection more or less at face value; he kept drawing, now modifying the penis he had previously drawn in his sketch to reflect the real one's change in size and angle. Gerard and Rupert looked at each other and licked their lips; they pretended to keep drawing but they were looking up far too much. Patrick did continue drawing but very slowly; maybe a part of him was embarrassed for the model. Kenneth just kept staring right at Martin's engorged cock.
All of this and Martin was only six minutes into his twenty.
Gareth broke the charged silence. His voice was light and easy and carried across the studio easily. "Why do you have a hard-on, Martin?"
"I don't know." Martin squeaked the lame answer.
"What is it that turns you on right now? Are you thinking about how vulnerable you are, alone and naked in this locked room with six guys?"
Martin's cock visibly jumped.
Rupert and Gerard actually laughed, but there was something behind the humour. They both had hard-ons themselves now. Their faces conveyed their obvious desire to get me on my knees or on my back.
Hugh joined in. "That smooth lean body is almost like a young woman's." He licked his lips without thinking.
"That mouth is like a girl's too," Patrick said and he was already rubbing his erection.
