Stroked by the Art Teacher
Prudence Sinclaire
Copyright 2012 by Prudence Sinclaire
Published at Smashwords
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When Ryan enrolled in his beginner sketching art class, he expected to earn his fine arts credit with an easy A. He hadn't realized he be sitting bare-assed naked on a simple wooden stool with twenty pairs of eyes locked on his junk. From what he had heard, Professor Hines was a little eccentric, and that didn't bother Ryan. After all, he assumed Professor Hines wouldn't have been so well-received in the local art scene without a little eccentricity, but this? This was beyond eccentricity.
In Friday's class, the professor informed everyone that over the next three weeks, they would take turns as nude models for the class. In a very lengthy speech about the art of the naked form of the human body that required several expressive gestures with his hands, Professor Hines explained that an artist cannot ask a person to model without knowing what it feels like first.
Unfortunately for Ryan, he had been selected to go first. If he had been required to model somewhere in the middle, he might have been more comfortable with it, but going first in the class he'd have nothing to compare it to. It wasn't like he had ever modeled before, nude or not.
Ryan made sure to arrive early Monday morning. He thought it might be bad if the lesson himself were late. Professor Hines directed him to an ornately painted Chinese screen room divider in the corner of the college classroom. Ryan hadn't noticed it earlier.
He slipped behind the screen divider, and drawing in one, nervous breath, he shucked his clothing quickly. Ryan found a terry cloth robe slung over the screen and he shrugged it around his shoulders. After making sure he tied the belt tightly around him, Ryan emerged from behind the screen.
Professor Hines thanked him, showed him to the stool and sat him down. When all the students arrived, the professor gave another quick lecture similar to the one he delivered Friday. Without modeling for oneself, and learning to submit to the creative will of another, how could one ever truly appreciate the requirements they bestowed on others and blah blah blah.
Ryan only half-listened to the lecture. All he knew was that here he sat, baring it all to everyone in his class. After the brief lecture, the professor instructed Ryan's classmates to put away all other belongings except a pad of sketching paper and some pencils. Professor Hines laid his hand on Ryan's shoulder, and Ryan started at the touch.
"To begin, we arrange the model as we want him." The professor lightly pulled back on Ryan's shoulders so that his back straightened. The posture change made Ryan's broad chest expand, and his muscles stood out more easily. The professor moved his hand from Ryan's shoulder, but his shoulder still felt warm where the professor had touched him.
Next, the professor reached for Ryan's legs and crossed one over the other at the knee. Ryan swallowed nervously. Even though Professor Hines seemed clinical and professional in his touch, no man had ever touched him like this. Ryan felt the professor's hot touch at his face as the professor tilted it to the perfect angle and then again at his arms. The professor draped Ryan's arms casually over his lap to shield his naked cock from the class.
Ryan felt a little more at ease knowing the class could no longer see him fully, but he didn't remain at ease for too long. The professor set his hand on Ryan's shoulder once more. Rather than moving it or adjusting Ryan's position, the professor let it rest there.
"Now we have the model as we want him," Professor Hines said. "Now I want you to draw. First, start with the basic shapes that make up his form."
The professor paused as the students picked up their pencils and began to sketch. The professor allowed them time to get the outline of Ryan's basic shape down before he began to point out details to them. The professor removed his hand from Ryan's shoulder and touched the tip of his finger to Ryan's sternum.
"See his muscles?" Professor Hines said. He traced his finger down Ryan's sternum and around one pectoral muscle. "Sketch the lines that make them. Then go back over your work later to detail and shade."
The light touch on his chest set Ryan's heart beating faster. He thought he'd only be sitting here in front of the class to attempt to draw. He didn't realize this would be interactive with the professor. Even though the touch itself was light as air, Ryan's skin burned beneath the professor's touch.
The professor traced around the other pectoral muscle and dragged his finger down Ryan's chest to his six-pack. Ryan became vaguely aware of a couple of girls in the class giggling. He blushed but remained still in his chair. The professor dragged his finger lower and lower, and suddenly, Ryan felt the tall-tale twinge of pleasure in his groin. His blush deepened even though he knew no one in the class could see his excitement.
Ryan had never reacted this way to the touch of another man before, and to do so in front of the class both enhanced his arousal and embarrassed him all the same. Only the professor standing above him to could see his stiffening cock, and Ryan wondered if the professor noticed it.
The way the professor's touching increased and slid over Ryan's bare skin during the lecture seemed to suggest he had. Ryan felt dizzy and light-headed. He allowed himself to give into the feelings so much so that he almost didn't realize that the professor had dismissed the class.
Ryan's fellow classmates packed their bags and gathered their belongings. Professor Hines handed Ryan his robe back and told him to go change. Ryan hid his bulging erection from the class as best he could as he scurried behind the screen room divider. Ryan pulled his clothes on with shaking hands, and when he came out from behind the screen room divider, the room was empty of everyone but him and the professor.
The professor tidied up his art supplies. "You were very good today, Ryan."
Ryan's felt his cheeks burn with a flush again. "Thanks."
"You know, I could really use a model like you in my work."
Ryan's heart hammered in his chest. "Oh, yeah?"
"Yeah," the professor said. He looked up and stared straight into Ryan's eyes. "I like a model who does as commanded."
Ryan forced himself to keep from squirming at the cold look in the professor's eyes. He still felt ashamed of his earlier reaction. He didn't mean to get excited by the professor's touch. He had never gotten excited by the thought of other men before now. Ryan tried to tell himself that it was a fluke due to his nervous jitters about getting nude in front of the class, and if Professor Hines wanted him to personally model for him, then the professor clearly didn't mind. If the professor could be professional enough to look past his earlier erection so could Ryan.
"Okay," Ryan said. "When?"
"How about now? I don't have any more classes for the day."
Ryan drew in a shaky breath and said, "Okay. Where do you want me?"
For one short instance, the professor's eyes seemed to darken at that comment, but it passed. Professor Hines locked the door to the classroom, and Ryan found himself being led back to the chair and ordered to disrobe. For the second time that day, Ryan slipped off his clothes in the classroom.
The professor sat Ryan back on the stool, but this time rather than covering his cock, he exposed it by placing Ryan's hands behind his head. Ryan's erection had not entirely faded from his earlier modeling session, and any illusions he had that the professor hadn't noticed were shattered. The professor spread Ryan's legs, and to Ryan's surprise the professor grasped Ryan's member in his hand.