Author: Spunk N. Wagnels Title: Picture Perfect Posing Part: Universe: Summary: Model being posed for figure drawing class has a hard time with the naughty students. Keywords: humiliation, exhibitionism, voyeurism, artist model, The following is adult fiction intended for legally mature adults to view at their discretion, where and when it is legal to do so. Similarity to persons, living or dead is coincidence. The author reserves all rights. Permission is granted to archive in places where adults can legally view it free of charge, and as long as no words are changed, including this disclaimer. Picture Perfect Posing By Spunk N. Wagnels "Here's my card. We could use some models like you for our classes." Said Angie, my spotting partner for today, as I sat back up from bench pressing. "Pfugh." I snickered. "Me a model?" "You look nice, but more importantly, your workouts have given you enough muscle definition that you would present just the right challenge for a class of mine." She said. "Thank you. That is awfully nice of you to say but I'm not the modeling type." "Oh really? What is 'the modeling type'?" She asked me. I looked at her searching for words "Well, if you change your mind, call that number. It pays well and I think you would enjoy it." "Pays well?" I said thinking about how tight my funds were becoming since the bicycle messenger service I work for had been cutting back wages rather than laying us off at our collective insistence. "Oh yeah, it pays very well for male models to come in and pose for our classes if they are nice looking, respectful, and cooperate with the instructions." "Respectful? Respectful of what?" "You know, respectful of others. For instance, so far this year all of my classes are just women. You bring a male into that situation and you could have problems if he makes passes or otherwise makes any of them feel uncomfortable. That is why we only consider 'nice guys' like you." "Thanks. But what would I have to do?" "Oh, you know the usual, let them draw your muscles." I must have still looked quizzical so she added, "You know like when you look at yourself in the mirror here. You just hold that pose for longer so the art student can copy what she sees." "Okay, thanks. I'll think about it." I tucked the card in my bag. When our workouts were over I went into the locker room and posed in the mirror imagining what it would be like to have people watch me do it, that is until someone else would walk in. You guessed it; I decided to do it. What the hell, I would make more money in a day than for a week at my regular job, and my boss didn't mind me taking a day off without pay. It was slow. Fortunately I had enough gas to go round trip to the Negortse School of Art and Design. It was up state about forty minutes one way in more of a country setting. It was a nice day, the drive was nice, and the campus looked idyllic when I arrived. Everybody smiled as they passed me and it seemed like a friendly place for these students to study. When I had called Angie she said to meet Ms. Tucker, the Dean. I asked a cute redhead where the Dean's office was and she said she would show me to it. I followed her trying not to be obvious about watching her ass move in the tight Capri pants. I needed to be "respectful" to work out on this gig. When we got to the Dean's office my dear redhead bid farewell and left me at the open door of Ms. Tucker's office. "Come in. Have a seat wont you?" She said after shaking my hand. "You are the modeling candidate Angie told me about?" ^Candidate? I thought I was reporting to work today.^ "Yes, I am." "Good. We are going to have a little conversation so I can get to know you a little better and see if you are right for the job." I remembered Angie's caveats, respectful, muscles, and cooperation. "Yes Ma'am." It made me feel strange to say that. It was not what I would normally say. We talked and she asked me to stand up and turn around. That was okay. I was about to model for a room full of people, I told myself, but the way she looked at me made me feel cheap. "You look nice." That made me feel better. "Now, would you mind removing your shirt." ^Okay. Cooperate.^ I said to myself. "Right here?" I said like a dumb ass. "Surely you have done this before." "Ah, no ma'am. Should I just put it here?" "That would be fine. Now turn around. That's nice. Now please remove your pants." I may have blushed, but I knew enough to cooperate and stepped out of my shoes then pants. She made a stirring motion with a finger to signal me to turn around again. "Nice, very nice." She said approaching me. She walked around me letting her hand trace the surface of my skin, I guess to see how I would react. I remained still to show cooperation but I was kind of getting into it. She moved my arm out to my side and I thought best to leave it out. I was being posed. She probably wanted to see how cooperative I would be at being positioned. Her hands went down my back and cupped my butt cheeks. I didn't know what to do with that except to hold my pose. Then her hands went down the sides of my hips to my outer thighs and her breasts pushed against my back as her head nestled between my head and shoulders to whisper. "You're a natural. Are you sure you've never done this before?" "No Ma'am." I said still holding out my arm to the side like the dumb ass that I am. Her hands came back up my butt cheeks on the inside glided over my hips again and down the front of my thighs. Good thing she was behind me because I was getting an inopportune hardon. Much to my horror, she came around in front of me, sat her butt back to the edge of her desk, put her chin in her hand and looked me up and down. I think I saw her smile when she saw my tenting problem, but turned away and went back behind her desk before I could be sure. "Oh, you can put your arm down. Thank you." She said writing something on a piece of paper. "Go here and Angie Reed will get you ready. Thank you for coming." "Thank you Ma'am." It was strange to redress in front of her. It felt kind of like dressing in the girl's locker room. I left and found the next person I could find to help me with directions to Classroom 131 in the Studio Arts Building. She turned out to be a cute brunette with a boyish haircut. Believe me that was the only boyish thing about her. She had on a square piece of flowered print material over her chest and a long diaphanous skirt that showed her thong bikini panties in the sunlight. "Are you the guy for class?" She realized brightening and hoping. "Ah, I guess so." "Then you can come with me." I turned to follow her and from behind it looked like she was topless just wearing the skirt. As we walked from shade to sun, her whole lower body lit up and showed through the material. It was a great view from behind, but I wanted to catch up with her now that I knew she wasn't wearing a bra. "Been in school here long?" I asked trying to glimpse her breasts from the side. "This is my first year." She said. "Been doing much of this posing for figure drawing classes?" She asked back. "No. First time." "Here we go, in here." She turned into a three-story building with unusual architecture. As she turned, I was treated to an almost perfect view of her unfettered breast. ^Stay focused. Don't go there.^ I reminded myself. Room 131, the first thing I noticed was the platform I could see nicely framed through the window on the door. ^Great!^ I thought sarcastically. "Angie, hi. Fancy meeting you here." "Thank you for taking me up on this. The class has been anticipating your arrival for a couple of days now. I think I can say the same for Ms. Wilkins' and Ms. Elkcit's class later today too." "So that's three sessions today." "Yes, if that is okay. I figured since you were going to take a day off from work to do my class and drive all the way out here that I should make it really worth your while." "Okay, thanks." I said hoping it would be a good thing. She led me to an area behind a tri-fold dressing screen. "You can change in here." "Okay. I brought a tank top and tight bicycle shorts to show off my definition in the car." "That's cute but it doesn't work for a figure drawing class." She reached across in front of me. "Here, you can wear this posing pouch." "What, this G-string?" "Will that be okay?" "Uh, you can see my butt and all." "Well that Is the idea, isn't it? Besides, I've seen it. It is a good three dimensional aspect to your body that will work well for this class." "Okay, if you say so." I said forcing a swallow to moisten my now overly dry throat. She left me to talk to the co-ed that brought me to the classroom. They could both see my head above the dressing screen looking at the posing pouch trying to figure out how to put it on. I looked over at them and thought I saw them hide smiles. Angie called over and reminded me that I could use the robe hanging on a hook on the wall. When I started to get out of my clothes, pretty girls walked in and smiled at me over the screen as they went to their seats. It felt funny undressing in front of them, even though it was behind a screen. I put on the G-string posing pouch and looked down at myself. I wished I had a full-length mirror. It felt very odd but sexy. My cheeks were bare to the air but my boys were nestled snugly in a flesh colored pouch that came up to cover most of my pubic hair. I guess it was modest enough for someone like my mother to see me in. I couldn't be sure any longer. I was starting to get confused. I listened as Angie instructed the class. They had apparently been drawing manikins and still-lives due to a paucity of live models, therefore the higher than normal pay I guess. My gain. But, she also seemed to need to go over ground rules and proper decorum with a live model, which I thought odd. Then there was my cue to come out and be introduced. I came around in the silly silk robe that had short baggy arms and came to just below my crotch. It made me feel foolish and I didn't want to sit on the stool that was offered. "Okay, as you know, I have to leave for teachers' planning today and those of us that can attend are leaving their classes in the capable hands of second year students. Lisa, can you take it from here?" I looked at Angie concerned. See smiled at me and left. I was kind of frozen in headlights in front of the class. Lisa came up to me, untied the robe and slid it down my shoulders for me. I wished there was some way to will away the telltale blushing that over took my head and shoulders but I couldn't conjure it up right there. "Would you be more comfortable on this stool?" Lisa asked. "Ah? Sure." I managed to say. I sat on the stool with one leg on a rung while Lisa got the class started. A few minutes into it a student remarked, "This is going to look like just a boring 'Ken Doll', if I draw what I see." Others seconded her remark. Lisa looked me up and down and asked if I would mind if they removed the posing pouch. ^Angie! Where are you?^ I screamed in my head. A girl went over to the door and pulled the shade down, as if that would make me feel any better about shedding my last patch of dignity in front of a room full of female students. I hadn't made a move when Lisa pulled me to my feet by my arm, but more importantly, I hadn't said no either, so she put her thumbs in the string around my waist and pulled the pouch down my legs. I could tell some of them were blushing too as I caught them inappropriately staring wide-eyed at my revealed assets. So now you're probably wondering No I'm not the biggest guy in the locker room, but I Was the biggest guy in that room then. I try to keep in shape from my bicycle messenger job and extra workouts at the gym, so I've got decent abs that set off what package I do have rather nicely, I think. At this moment my balls were rather snug and although my penis was not hard, it pointed out over the top of them happier to be free of confinement than I was for it to be. Lisa started talking to the class about drawing a still life like a basket of fruit and then I realized she was talking about me when she had me posed sitting with my butt on a high pillow, my knees crossed Indian style on the surface of the stage and my upper body leaning back supported by my arms behind me. The basket they were drawing though contained a couple of eggs and a sausage. What could I do? I pledged to be cooperative and I couldn't act rude. I just sat there letting them draw what they saw. There was a stretch of meditative silence where everyone was in their own world, including me, only to be broken by a student asking, "So what turns you on?" "Excuse me?" I said coming out of a diversionary daydream. "You know, what gets you excited?" She repeated. "We are studying surface anatomy here. I just thought it would be nice to learn a little bit about inside physiology to make the time go by faster." "Ah, ah, girls." I said. "We're girls. It doesn't look to me like you are excited. There has to be more than that." "Ah " I said stalling, I needed to stay respectful. "Ah, girls being sexy." ^There I did it, I didn't say 'girls being naked.'^ "You don't find us sexy?" The girl who showed me to the room challenged. I could feel my cock twitch as I replied, "Oh, I do. I find you all very sexy." That's a respectful thing to say, isn't it? "I guess it is all relative." Lisa said. "Well, do you find any of us sexy enough to have sex with?" I had to gulp. I couldn't talk just then. I tried to quickly think of something clever to say before my mind forced me to scan the room for candidates to answer the question. ^Oh, yes. Her too.^ My cock twitched larger with each reluctant look. ^Oh god yes. The redhead yes. I wonder what color ^ My cock was locking in at full staff, and me I needed to cooperate and keep my pose. "Well do you?" Lisa insisted. "Ah, I'd have to say that all of you are sexy enough for that to Me." ^Did I really say that?^ Now I had a ranging hardon. You know the ones that almost hurt because they got that way on their own without any touching. "Do over." I heard one say and heard a rip and crumple from her pad, then I heard others. I didn't figure my new hardon would have made that much difference. "I'm sorry." I said reflexively. "For what?" Lisa replied. All I did was look down at my hardon still trying to stay still in the pose. "Oh that, we were beginning to think you didn't find us very attractive. Don't worry, I'm going to re-pose you anyway." Now with my mind actively sizing up how sexy each student was and being appreciated for having a rude protuberance, my stiffy was not going to come down any time soon. Lisa had me stand with my legs a little more than shoulder width apart and my arms folded behind my back. Then she instructed the class: "Okay, now everyone do it from a different angle. Let's make this one a keeper for Teach." I knew what she meant when everyone cozied up around me including the girl who showed me to the room on her back between my legs. This was intimacy I hadn't counted on. No one was touching me - pity - but someone eventually pointed out that I had a drop forming at the tip of my corona. "Try to include that." Lisa instructed. It worried me, because precum leads to bigger and gooier things and several girls were within cum shot if I couldn't control myself. They were all staring at my predicament and sketching madly. The class time was almost over as it turned out. ^Oh, if only someone would just to touch me there for just a second and pull my trigger, this agony would all be over.^ The bell rang. Everybody handed in what they had saved to Lisa and left giggling and jostling out of the room. I went behind the screen with the robe and waited for my hardon to go down. My pants would not work until I was softer. Lisa met Angie at the door and handed her the drawings. "You still here?" She asked of me over the screen. "I need to get dressed." I explained. "My, you were cooperative. I've got to give you that." She observed, looking at the work handed in. "They are going to be asking for me to have you back." I finished dressing putting my pants on with my cock facing up so I could come from around the screen. "Your next class is in the basement in fifteen minutes room B23. That should be enough time to freshen up and get ready down there." I bid her adieu and found a restroom. My head was rather flushed and feverishly hot. I splashed water on and looked at my watch realizing I had no time to do anything about the tension I had built up in my groin. When I reported to the basement studio, I discovered that it was set up for sculpting. As I stood in the doorway looking in, a cute brunette with a smock on covering whatever else she was wearing came to greet me. When she finished wiping her hands on the cloth she was carrying, she extended her hand in greeting and introduced herself as Gretchen. She explained again that the teacher would be absent and that she was left in charge. She showed me where I could get out of my clothes behind a screen and wait. I looked and looked for a posing pouch G-string but I couldn't find anything. I called for her. Students were arriving. "Yes, what is it?" "Ah, there is no posing costume to wear." I was sitting on a chair with my wrists crossed over my genitals. She seemed to think that was cute. "Let's see what we can do about that." She said and left me there. I heard the voices giggling like that last class did at the end. It was like I was picking up where I had left off. "Here, what about these?" Gretchen said handing me some thong panties. "Ah, " I didn't know what to say. It was better than nothing I guessed, so I took them. They were warm so I smelled them when she left. I wondered if they were Gretchen's. Her smock came down to her mid thigh showing nothing but perfectly sculpted tan legs all the way down to her pompom booties and sneakers She could have been naked underneath for all I knew. If these were her panties then she probably was. If they weren't, then whose? I'd never had a woman's panties on before. To say it was strange was to say the least. My cock and balls were fighting me about wearing them. They wanted out. The thong part couldn't decide whether it would keep trying to ride on the outside of my ass crack or sneak on in. Pink's not my color either. My mind was awash in different emotions around accepting to wear them for posing or just going completely nude, so I didn't respond at first to Gretchen telling me they were ready for me. "Com'on." She said holding out her hand for me. I didn't take it. I was still adjusting, but I did follow her out. The room exploded into dry spit take laughs at the sight of me walking to the stool dressed as I was. I feigned good humor about it but the humiliation and embarrassment really made me want to crawl into a hole and hide. This went on after they were told to start so Gretchen suggested that it was causing too much distraction and maybe I should just take them off. There I was again, naked as a jaybird, in front of a room full of smirking females. This class must have had some housewives from the surrounding communities attending because there were a couple late twenty or thirty something year olds enjoying my predicament along with the college students. Gretchen instructed that since they wouldn't be able to do an entire torso in a single class that they should focus on some smaller part of my anatomy. More smirks. I just couldn't win for losing. Guess which features everyone delighted in molding. It was about the time that I saw the students smoothing down the clay they had rolled out that the conversation from the earlier class haunted my brain. I started assessing whom among these girls and ladies seemed sexy enough to have sex with. The hardon that this line of thinking produced had some of them rolling out more clay I will have you know. But more importantly, I was not offending these women by being limp in their presence I figured. "This isn't going to work." Someone complained to Gretchen. "Why not?" She replied. "It is impossible to model wispy hair in clay." "You've got a point there. I wish Ms. Wilkins were here to answer that." She thought a minute and then turned to me, lightly pulled a little of my pubic hair and asked, "The only thing I can think of is to trim this off for now. What do you say?" "Ah, " I'm not too quick as you can tell. "Ah, okay I guess." "That's good. I can take care of that for you." She said, then leaned in to whisper in my ear, "I keep myself nice and neat and trim down there myself. I have everything we need." ^Oh God, I want a look at it. Show me.^ I thought. "We'll be but a minute." She said to the students. "Keep on working from memory till we get back." "Can I help?" Asked an eager beaver. "Sure, I could use an extra pair of hands for such a delicate job." Just my luck, I'm finally getting a woman to touch me there, but at the expense of intense humiliation and embarrassment if I shoot off. "This is kind of stiff and in the way. Okay with you if we cool it down?" Gretchen said surveying the situation. I was agreeing to "shrinkage" as it turned out. They took an ice pack from the first aid kit, wrapped it in a wet towel then packed me under it until I had pulled in out of their way. They snipped away the easy stuff and applied lotion and scrapped away the closer ones. The cute assistant pulled and tugged on my nearly numb genitals to create tight flat surfaces for Gretchen to scrape with a razor. It wasn't what I thought it would be like. "Here we are ladies. Smooth as a baby's bottom." Gretchen said presenting me again to the class. I couldn't help but look at myself as curiously as the others were. I was hairless and my balls were churning back to life in my nearly shiny sack. The whole presentation was a lot smaller than they had last seen it, so someone talked to Gretchen and Gretchen talked to me. "Since there isn't all that much time left in the class, we are going to have to ask you to you know, return to your previous size." That required another gulp. She was asking me to touch myself in front of everyone to get myself hard again so they could continue where they had left off. It was tough enough to continually try to block out the fact that they were all staring at my genitals, now they wanted me to play with them in front of them. I brought my hands up the insides of my thighs and down the outsides a couple of times hoping I could conjure up the thoughts necessary to get hard again before actually having to touch myself in front of them. All I could manage was a pitiful arch without the direct touching. The students started to help me as I tentatively touched myself. Some I noticed were stroking their carving tools in seductive ways. Others did things like pull down or out on their necklines as if to get air in on a hot day, or slide their fingers up and down in their cleavage absentmindedly. Still others adjusted in their seats crossing legs, moving hemlines, and teasing me with quick beaver flashes. It was all good. I was hard again and now I needed to stop what little I was doing. I didn't want to stop, but it was required. The students, however, continued incorporating their teasing into their sculpting. Clay phalluses were getting tugged on the way I needed to be pulled. They tickled the undersides of the clay dongs with thumbs to smooth rough edges out just the way I like it. The long looks at my cock and balls followed by eye contact and come hither smiles were causing me to twitch and present trickles of precum dribbling down the underside of my cock and the shallow valley between my balls. It was everything I could do to keep from grabbing myself, jerk off, and be done with it. Everywhere I looked I was being teased, or it seemed to me. Regardless, my precum was steadily oozing. As you know that could only spell e-m-b-a-r-r-a-s-s-m-e-n-t with what was about to happen next. The bell rang and Gretchen stood directly in front of me instructing the class to return things as they found them. What she didn't know was that as she was standing between my legs gesturing, the material of her smock would rub on the underside of my penis. I couldn't move from the stool, she was nearly up against it. I didn't say anything, she was busy. I couldn't help what happened either. I shot my pent up load all up and down the back of her smock. When she gave me a little room, I made a dash for my clothes. I didn't bother with my underwear or socks; they went into my pockets. As I left through the door I heard her exclaim, "Ooooo gross!" I didn't stop to see if she was wearing anything under it. Most of the teachers were in a planning meeting still so I asked a passerby the direction for Ms. Elkcit's classroom. She walked me to the door and pointed across the grass to the Media Arts Building. I walked out and took in a refreshing breath of afternoon country air. I wanted to just sit out in the sun and luxuriate. My shaved genitals felt strange but good like they were being rubbed in something silky. My pockets bulged from my underthings so I thought I should put them back on. I didn't know when I was expected at Ms. Elkcit's class so I decided to search it out first. ^How can that be?^ I wondered. I was horny all over again. The material of my pants rubbing the head of my penis combined with the new sensation of my denuded slippery balls grazing my legs was making my cock harder with each step. ^I've got to get my underwear back on.^ I so dearly realized. I couldn't parade around campus with another hardon sticking out. I was looking kind of funny trying to walk with my rear stuck out in back, anything to try and pull my cockhead back away from the material of my pants. I might have been okay if it would have been permissible to just let it come out for air as I walked. I tried grabbing it with my hand through my pocket. It had the effect of stopping the friction, but it hurt a little to bend it over to the side. Besides, that cute shorthaired girl from the first class wearing the backless top approached me from my flank, hugged the arm I was holding it with, and said, "Where are you headed now, Stud?" I knew she was being facetious, but I still liked the sound of it. "Elkcit's class?" I said. I was amazed I got that much out. She was holding onto my arm with the hand that was trying to control my wiener as we walked. It was surreal. "We're in luck again, if it's the one I'm in. Mine is the next class, not this one. Let's go see what's happening." She more or less dragged me along in her eagerness, or I would have just stayed still for a few minutes more to calm my little buddy down. At the door, I realized that this was a photographic studio. Looking in we could see part of a white screen and periodic flashes silhouetting a female form in shadow. That was kind of provocative. ^Wait! Photos? Of me? I don't think I can do this.^ I panicked in my head. "Looks like you are in the next class with me." She said smiling. She sat us down in a couple of chairs out in the hall and introduced herself as Stacey. Stacey then wanted to show me the samples of her work she had in the case she was carrying. It was a little bigger than a briefcase but narrower and it unzipped instead of unclasping. "See? Here is what we are doing in the next class." She had black and white photos of odd shapes, which turned out to be ordinary objects in unusual lighting. ^That looks like a nipple on that sand dune. Wait, that's not a sand dune.^ I got it at that point. We talked until the bell rang. I excused myself to go to the bathroom. I did my thing and hurried back into my underthings. It was pointless, I know. When I walked in Stacey smiled and Ms. Elkcit approached me. She directed me to sit on a stool in front of a screen. That was nice. I still had my clothes on. The girls were crowed around a conference table arguing about a project or something. I couldn't make it out completely, they were talking over each other and the lights in my eyes discouraged me from looking up at them. Ms. Elkcit talked to them and then told me that she would have to go to a meeting like the other teachers had, leaving the group's captain, Sara in charge. As I listened in, the argument seemed to be about creases vs. sight gags. Some members of the group thought the project should be about creases and the remaining members thought it should have humor. What did I care. They compromised; good for them. The 'Creases' group started their part of the project while the 'Gag' group brainstormed ideas. I was told to put my chin down so they could take shots of the crease between my chin and neck, furrow my brow for more crease shots, flex my arm for inside elbow crease shots. Then a shoe dropped and I was asked to take off my shirt for armpit crease shots front and back. They had me slouch to put creases along my navel and abs. A member of the Gag group started taking snapshots of me in the strange positions the Creases were putting me in and that was distracting me. I really didn't want my picture taken at all. These isolated close-ups weren't too bad. Who would know they were of me? Then the other shoe dropped. "Now would you please remove your pants?" They wanted to do the creases between my toes, inside bent knees, and between closed legs. Then it must have been a three-legged person upstairs because a third shoe dropped. "Now the underwear please." I wanted that Gag group person to stop taking the snapshots. The Creases had me turn with my back to them, bend over, and hold by butt cheeks open for wide crease shots and then closed for tight crease shots. "Look," Stacey said, "we have more crease shot possibilities. He's removed his hair for us." I looked at her annoyed, but she didn't care, she seemed to be excited by the denuded look. Now they wanted me to push a little here and pull a little there to create creases in and around my cock and balls. ^Geeez! Stop the pictures that include my face!^ I wanted to scream. Who the hell wants pictures of yourself out there for people to see that show you touching your genitals for god's sake. The close-ups concluded with shots of my pee-hole stretched open and then some closed. There is just no adequate explanation for the fascination women have for the little helmeted soldier. Especially when it is saluting them as mine was. "Your turn." Stacey said to the Gag group. "You didn't leave us much time." One of them said. They basically decided on completing two concepts. Each had me turn my genitals over to them for posing. First, they wanted to take pictures of my boys with a girl's long hair in and around them. There were shots of a long drooping Fu Manchu mustache with a girl's long dark hair draped between my cock and my balls. There was the long nosed, big chinned hippie with the long hair draped over my cock, and there was the swashbuckling Van Dyke with an extra gather of hair held up from underneath for the goatee. The girl sitting between my legs was radiating warmth from her head and body, and as she looked up, her breath got me wanting her to kiss me there. Between takes she shook out her hair and it frequently grazed my cock and balls with it driving me mad with its brevity. Not sure if I could take much more of this stimulation without messing up her hair, I asked how much longer this might take. "Not long. Let's do the last thing now." Sara said. "We are going to need your cooperation." I knew that, I had been cooperating all along. "We are going to want you to shoot out your stuff so we can catch it on film." "What?" I said shocked, but then calmed realizing the shot would not have my face in it. "You know, cum for us." "I know that's what you meant, but I don't know " "Sur-R-re, you'd do it inside any one of us if we asked you to, but not outside? What's up with that?" She challenged. I didn't need an argument right then. Despite all the humiliation and embarrassment it had been a memorable day. "Okay, I guess." They immediately took charge posing me like an ancient Egyptian wall painting. My left leg was positioned straight out to the side with my foot on the higher rung and my right leg bent, hanging down, and pulled back to the right by hooking my foot in the lower rung of a second stool. "Now, we are going to have someone put their fingers on your balls. Would that be okay?" "Ah, if you are gentle." I said while I was thinking. ^Go ahead do what you will. They need to be touched.^ "Okay, what we want here is to have a picture of you shooting your sperm out with a couple of fingers squeezing in your balls to look like the squeezing is causing the squirting." I understood the gag, but "You realize there is only one shot at it." I reminded them. "Yes of course, that is why we need your cooperation. We need you to tell us precisely when you are going to shoot off so we can catch it on film." I gulped. It was a tall order. I can tell when I am near, I can tell that I am doing it, but sometimes I have problems knowing the exact second before I am going to explode. "Okay, I'll do my best." I said blushing. "Lets get started. Who is going to pinch his balls?" Several volunteers piped up, but the one with the nicest nails, decided by group consensus, won the honors. She was cute with curly hair that stayed put when she turned her head and had a sparkly personality that was now turning a little devilish looking as she positioned herself between my legs for the assignment. When I looked down at her, I had a perfect downblouse shot of her perky tits pushing out her low cut top. I had to stay respectful, so I tried not to look. It was tough though. It was the first complete view I had of breasts all day. Fortunately I could look and take in the whole picture because she wasn't looking up at my face demanding eye contact. She reached up and started to knead my balls testing different hand positions for the best shot. The others wanted to help her, but they all couldn't handle me at the same time so they barked out suggestions for her to try. "Whoa!" I had to say, putting my hand on her head to deal with the sudden pain of a maneuver. "I'm sorry." She sincerely apologized. "I'll be more careful." "Thank you." I sincerely replied. "That's better." I confirmed. After a few more moments of getting to know my balls with her fingers she said, "I wonder if we really could do it." I was getting lost in the sensations so Stacey asked for me, "Do what?" "You know, make him squirt just by playing with his balls like this." I was sucking in my lips, wide eyed, and nodding "yes". "I hear they like it when you do this." A girl from the first group said taking a lens cleaning brush with a squeeze bulb blower on the end and brushing the underside of my glans with the fine bristles. I grabbed the back of the stool tightly to keep from falling. It was surprisingly intense. "Look, it's oozing." "Get pictures of that." They clamored to take pictures of my cock oozing precum while the cute girl pinched in my balls. It would make a kind of cool looking picture I thought. More importantly, I was lunging a bit and they wanted me to stay still. I told them that they had better be ready. Then the lens cleaning brush was brushed teasingly along the top of my cockhead. It was an insane, confusing sensation and my cock jerked up into it. My precum continued to ooze. My stomach tightened. "Get ready. I can't take much more of this." I warned. The girl sitting below me reached up with her other hand in a trance like state and put her index finger on my pee hole to dab the lubrication. The flashes started shooting off. She smelled it and then tasted it. "ooOooo " one observer reacted. Then with the fingers of one hand pulsing my balls, she took her index finger from the other hand, placed it on my pee hole again. Then she ran it down through the trickle of precum until she got to my balls and rubbed it in along the front of my scrotum. That was it. "Start shooting." I warned. Cameras shot off at a steady clip probably catching the rope of cum in a series of projectile stages. The cute girl below me kept massaging my balls until my balls had me put a stop to it. It was a strange orgasm for me. My cock would have liked to have had more attention and my balls felt like they had the spunk squeezed out of them like the pictures would depict. When we were all through, I walked kind of funny to the business office to check on getting paid. The teachers were coming by to check for messages. Angie came up to me smiling with a message in her hand. "It says here you were very cooperative and polite. I knew I could count on you." Angie said having glanced at a note. "What did you think of it?" I thought about the dull but pleasant ache in my balls and a twitch in my cock that wanted more action and then responded nonchalantly, "It was interesting." "Oh, come on. I bet you really enjoyed all of that attention." I blushed. "Would you like to do some more of this?" "Ah, sure." I said trying not to sound as eager as I actually was. "Good. How about this weekend?" She was writing something down. "My place? I'm going to have some of my friends over." I gulped. "They all appreciate a handsome, cooperative, respectful man like yourself." I blushed and beamed. "The pay will be good. It just won't be in dollars." Comments are welcomed and appreciated: spunknwagnels@bigfoot.com To return to this story in the future and to read many others, bookmark "Spunk's Place" found at: /~spunknwagnels