I was excited to be taking a class again, even though I had just graduated a year ago. I had minored in art, so I had taken life drawing classes before, but I hadn't really done anything "artistic" since I took a job at a large accounting firm shortly after graduation. The night class at the local university was perfect for me -- just a few minutes drive from my office, 3 hours each Wednesday night for 12 weeks. The instructor was a graduate student, and the class was pretty unstructured -- no grades or assignments, just show up and draw or paint the model in whatever medium you chose. I was surprised the first night to see that there were only two women in our class of 16 people. Our instructor had us go around the room and introduce ourselves. There were a couple full-time students, but most of us worked during the day and were taking the class for enjoyment. Betty and Leslie, we discovered, were best friends and secretaries at a law firm. They giggled incessantly during that first session, and made catty remarks about the model's breasts and hips. During our second class, the women acted like it was a Chippendales review when a male model came out and disrobed. They were extremely immature, acting like they had never seen a naked man before -- which, judging from their attire, hardly seemed the case. During the break, our instructor Josh, took them aside and politely but firmly suggested that they chose another class to take. They gathered their things and stormed off in a huff. The next few sessions were uneventful. We had a nice variety of models -- male, female, young, old, thin, fat -- and I really felt like my drawing was improving a lot. It was the Wednesday before Thanksgiving, and class attendance was understandably low -- only 8 of us out of the remaining 14 showed up. We were busy setting up our drawing boards and pads, and chatting about our plans for the holiday. Josh stormed in, looking rather irritated, about 10 minutes late. He told us that the scheduled model cancelled on him at the last minute and that he had called and left a message for a replacement, but there were no guarantees that he would show up. After waiting another 20 minutes, Josh went to check on the status of the model. He came back and informed us that the replacement model wasn't available tonight either. There were a lot of groans, and one guy, Ed, immediately gathered his stuff and left. Josh said he was really sorry that we had all showed up and waited around for nothing. We all began to pack up, and then he said, "Would any of you like to volunteer to model?" There was laughter and groaning at the question, but Josh pressed on, "Seriously, it's not that big a deal. You guys could even take turns if you want. We are all guys here." We all thought about it and began to consider the suggestion seriously. A guy named, Keith, said "No thanks, I'll leave the modeling to the professionals" and quickly left. The rest of us kinda looked at each other, shrugged our shoulders and said, what the hell. Josh, sensing our agreement, said "Okay, who's first?" No one responded for a about a minute. Then finally, Steve, a 35-ish business type said "I might as well get it over with. But you guys gotta promise not to back out on me." With that, we all set our stuff up again as Steve undressed. He always came to class directly from work, like me, and was dressed in business clothes. He removed his white oxford shirt and then pulled his undershirt over his head. His chest was broad and nicely covered with hair. He kicked off his shoes and pulled off his socks, and then proceed to undo his belt and take his slacks off. He was wearing basic white boxers. He carefully folded his clothes and laid them on his stool, and then, with a little hesitation, slipped off his boxers. His ass was hairy too, and when he turned around we saw his chubby cock nestled against a two ample balls. He climbed atop the modeling platform and took a brief bow as we clapped in appreciation. For the next 20 minutes, Steve struck a variety of 2 minute poses for us, and seemed pretty comfortable being naked in front of us all. A couple of times he tugged on his dick between poses, as if he was trying to make it a little longer. "Thanks Steve, that was great" Josh said. Steve returned to his stool, moved his clothes and sat down. Josh looked at him a little surprised. "Mind if I stay this way? It's pretty comfortable," Steve said. "Okay by me," Josh laughed. "Who's next? (silence) No volunteers. How about you then Richard?" Richard, one of the full-time students, rolled his eyes and reluctantly said, "Okay." He pulled off his sweatshirt revealing a smooth, lean chest and stomach. He slipped out of his jeans, and walked onto the platform in his CK briefs. He slipped off the briefs and tossed them onto his stool as if he were shooting hoops. Richard was definitely a "shower" -- a good 7 inches soft. I was getting a little warm looking at his beautiful cock and unbuttoned my dress shirt to cool off a little. Richard did a series of 4 five minute poses, but my drawings pretty much sucked because I was so flustered looking at this naked boy-stud's pecker. Arturo, a Latino in his early 40's, left during Richard's session; he must've chickened out as he realized that his turn was fast approaching. By the end of Richard's session, I had removed my shirt entirely and was working in my undershirt which was now drenched in sweat. Upon looking around at everyone else I realized that the heater must've been set too high because everyone was sweating, including naked Richard. With a renewed sense of confidence or just a tremendous case of overheating, Richard too decided to remain nude as he returned to his easel and prepared to draw. Gabriel actually volunteered to model next. He was a grad student and looked very much the artist with his long blond dreadlocks, pierced eyebrow, and baggy paint stained clothes. He walked up onto the platform fully clothed, kicked off his Birkenstocks and pulled his thermal shirt over his head. He had a huge tattoo that climbed from his left forearm, up his arm and shoulder, down over his left pec, encircling the pierced nipple, and journeyed down one side of his abs and into his loose jeans. When he slipped off his jeans, we discovered two things: that his tattoo continued all the way down his hip and leg, and that he had yet another piercing -- a hoop curling thru his piss hole. He had light brown pubes, a very nicely proportioned cock, and a ball sack that hung half way down his thighs. Gabriel's poses fit his personality. He was a bit more inventive and suggestive with his poses. During the second pose, I got to spend 5 mins drawing him in a frog-like squat with his ass raised in the air. His pink asshole rimmed with a line of brown hairs was clearly visible above that dangling sac of his. My dick was hard as a rock and straining against my grey wool slacks. I pulled off my undershirt and used it to mop the sweat that had gathered on my lightly hairy chest and in my armpits. Josh's flannel shirt was completely unbuttoned and i could see that the matte of hair on his chest was in a similar condition. Gabriel ended with a 10-min seated pose; one of his feet was propped on a small stool and his legs were spread wide open. About 6 or 7 minutes into the pose, I began to notice that Gabriel's cock was moving just a little. And then the unthinkable happened -- slowly but surely, his pierced pecker got harder and longer until it was pointed skyward. He seemed to be enjoying it and had a slight smirk on his face. Josh quickly removed his shirt and tossed it on Gabriel's erection announcing, "Okay, time for a break! We'll do a two-person pose next." Gabriel stood up with the shirt still on his cock; it hung there like his cock was a coat hook! He nonchalantly stretched and yawned, and then walked to his stool, the shirt still hanging there. Then he took it off, and tossed it to Josh. "Here you go teach," he said with a wink. Josh look quite flustered, and judging from the bulge in his sweat pants, he was as hard as I was. Richard had covered his crotch with his drawing pad, and Steve was trying to conceal his own hard on. It began to dawn on me that I was going to be modeling next with Andy, a guy in his late 30's who we had learned was also taking a night class in photography. I had a raging hard on and was only minutes away from having to strip myself. Andy must've come to the same realization, because he left to "get a Coke" and never returned! Upon realizing that Andy was not going to return, Josh said "Well, I guess it'll just be a single pose again with Kyle." My hardon had subsided a bit, so I began to undo my belt and slide my grey wool pants off. As I stood there in my boxers, Gabriel said, "Josh, you promised us a two-man pose. Why don't you pose with Kyle for us?" "Oh no, I don't think that would be appropriate," Josh quickly replied. "Aw, cmon, Josh," Richard chimed in. "After all, we're all just guys, remember," he added, throwing Josh's own words back at him. With a bit of hesitation, Josh agreed to pose with me. As I slipped off my boxers, Josh pulled his sweatpants off revealing a well-worn jock strap. His hairy ass cheeks were visible between the white straps, and when he pulled the jock off, it was evident that his crotch was just as hairy. We were quite a contrast: me tall and lean, with light chest hair, and a smooth ass; and Josh shorter and more solidly built with plenty of dark body hair covering most of his body. Furthermore, I had the tidy short haircut of the business world, while Josh's dark bohemian locks fell to his shoulders. We stood there clumsily for a couple of minutes trying to think of a good pose, when Gabriel suggested with a sly smile, "Why don't you two do a kind of a wrestling pose. You know, like one of those great Greek Olympian sculptures." The others signaled their support for this pose, so Josh and I jockeyed ourselves into a position that was interesting, yet was also one that we could comfortably hold for 20 minutes. The selected pose had Josh lying on his back on the platform with me on top of him, my back to his chest. He had one arm around my torso with his hand resting on my chest, and the other arm entwined with one of my arms holding it back. My ass was conveniently pressed directly on his hairy crotch, and one of his legs protruded between my legs so that my balls rested on his thigh. Steve, Richard, and Gabriel seemed to appreciate our pose as they began to draw. I could feel Josh's rapid heart beat, which matched my own. We were both quite nervous about the rather suggestive pose that we were going to have to hold for the next 20 minutes. Richard and Steve were pretty much hidden behind their drawing boards, their heads and drawing arms were about all I could see. But Gabriel had angled his easel so that we could see the full length of his naked tattooed body. About 5 minutes into the pose, he began to draw with one hand while lightly stroking his dick with the other. Josh was the first to react to Gabriel's actions, as I began to feel the distinctive hardness of his growing cock on my ass. His hand gripped my chest tighter and his breathing grew faster. My own dick began to fill with blood and rise to attention. Then I felt Josh press his lips against my neck. He very gently kissed me and then let his tongue slip out to caress my neck. His cock began to grind into my ass cheeks slightly, as my cock was now at it's full 7.5 inches and standing straight up. Gabriel was smiling broadly as he worked at his own cock. Steve had abandoned his drawing and was standing a couple of feet from the platform tending to his own erection. Richard stared in amazement for a few seconds before joining in the group masturbation. Josh was licking and biting my neck with full force now, both his hands were on my chest massaging my pecs and pinching my nipples. Richard was the first to make a move; he came to the platform, knelt down and took my engorged cock into his mouth. Gabriel moved quickly and straddled my face, pushing his jeweled dick into my waiting mouth. Steve went to work on Josh's prick as he continued to stroke his own. We were all drenched in sweat, our bodies sliding against each other. I turned my attention to Gabriel's pink asshole, exploring with my tongue what I had only been drawing before. After Steve had sufficiently lubed up Josh's cock, he grabbed it with his hand and guided it into my waiting asshole. Josh continued to work over my nipples as he licked and nibbled my neck and ear. Gabriel and Richard swapped positions, and I gladly took Richard's uncut prick into my mouth. I chewed his fleshy foreskin, and stretched it with my tongue. Gabriel hunkered down on my own throbbing cock while he toyed with my balls. He then straddled me and lowered himself onto my cock. Steve moved around behind Richard and shoved his cock down between Richard's legs so that I could give both their cock's the oral attention they deserved. Richard and Gabriel leaned forward and began to kiss deeply as Josh plowed my hole with a force that shoved my cock into Gabriel's shoot. We were shoving together in rhythm. Richard pulled Steve from behind him. He and Gabriel worked together in unison to lift Steve above my body so that Richard could suck on Steve's cock while Gabriel and Steve explored each other's mouths. We were 5 hot steamy men, fucking and sucking together. I couldn't believe that I was having sex with all these different men at once. Steve was the first to cum. He was writhing in ecstasy so much that Gabriel and Richard nearly dropped him, but they were able to hold him up as he began to erupt in Richard's mouth. This set Gabriel off -- shooting his white load all over my chest and stomach. Richard followed quickly behind, filling my mouth with his hot sperm. As soon as I began to taste his sweet jism, I couldn't hold my own load any longer -- and I let it loose into Gabriel's juicy bowels. I continued to alternately pound Gabriel's ass with my spewing dick and pound Josh's cock and balls with my hungry asshole. Sensing that it was his turn, Josh pumped my ass full of warm cum. We all collapsed in a sweaty, naked, cum-drenched pile on the modeling platform taking turns tonguing each other and massaging the hot semen into our bodies. All of sudden, the door to our classroom opened...it was Andy returning to pick up his art supplies. He had a look of sheer horror on his face as he stared at the aftermath of our artistic orgy. Then a smile began to blossom across his face. He pulled a 35mm camera from behind his back with one hand while he began to unbutton his jeans with the other. Ahh, it looked like our class was just beginning.......I was excited to be taking a class again, even though I had just graduated a year ago. I had minored in art, so I had taken life drawing classes before, but I hadn't really done anything "artistic" since I took a job at a large accounting firm shortly after graduation.
