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Awkward in Anatomy Class


The photo, physical information, submitted , male, available undraped. On the model list at a University Art Department I except every booking to fill my calendar . Studio Resources TA assigns me to a Biology Lab. Human Anatomy with a map of the Campus . I was excited to be the model for Biology students. Walking in the room I am greeted by the Professor who announces my arrival and presents me to the class. A assistant shows me to a small dressing room with a shower and lockers. After taking off my clothes I quietly enter the lab. facing the front of the room in a robe and flip-flops. The instructor gestures me to the front of the class while he explains bone structure terminology signals me to lose the robe, and get up onto a pedestal. 4 spotlights illuminate my body from head to toe leaving very view shadows. An awkward moment as the students are instructed to bring it in close don’t be shy become familiar with model. I am aware that this was the first chance to learn anatomy from a live model .  I stood there in the anatomy pose looking down at some of the sketches being done. Some were of my feet, hands etc. A cool breeze swirls from an open studio window, giving some relief from the hot lights, but also causing this. A heaviness sensation happened,  when I felt the  wave of arousal , with my scrotum rolling tight to my body. I glance down to see my penis twitch and felt fullness in my groin at this point I felt I needed to take a break.   Now I was blushing. To my surprise the instructor brings attention to the model. The male in full arousal mentioning how lucky we were to see this today. After making a lighting adjustment, bringing attention to my pubic hair or lack of it. Asking if I shave? I had to clear my throat, and gave a nod. Everyone was drawing my anatomy while the instructor wrote on the chalkboard. It was as if my heart had moved down to my groin beating strong and fast. I stayed in pose even I was asked if I needed a break I responded with a barely audible no. 4 hours of posing most of the last 2 hours with a full erection. Swinging from side to side as I walked towards the dressing room. Taking a seat on the bench reaching for the lube in my gym bag . I needed to act fast to prevent blue balls, applying the lube. I heard the instructor ask me to see him when I am finished and bring my calendar, I looked at myself in the mirror

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Modeling Nude With Passion


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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The secluded canyon


Skinny smooth trees and metal poles.   The end of the school year, the start of summer recess,  a restless excitement had infected everyone like a virus.   The summer-like weather, warm, dry,  with a slight breeze , a perfect day. Without a dress code shorts and flip-flops topped off with light short sleeve button up beach style shirt was standard with guys and girls. This all added up to  spontaneous, persistent erection syndrome,   going commando of course,  crippling.  Nervous from plans to go hiking in a remote canyon near home and take all my clothes off  after school I had  butterflies in my stomach.  My penis was hard most of the day,  at some inconvenient times.     Ever since discovering  the pleasures of climbing poles and skinny trees  naked.  I had  sought  out secluded spots where I could do it, this being one of them.   I was to visit a new place today, with many skinny smooth barked eucalyptus trees. The bike ride from school  as usual was with others in the neighborhood.  I took the same route home  until suddenly I took a detour. I said see ya later to  my friends, then headed towards the secluded canyon just a few minutes away. I reached the end of the trail and ditched my bike. I was already aroused at the thought of getting naked outside. A little further on foot and there the trees were up on the hill. I wasted no time undressing near a boulder.  Pre cum flooded my urethra. The sheer pleasure of being naked outside was intoxicating.  My penis was rigid as can be swaying about in front of me jiggle with stiffness with each step I took.  Some shrubs blocked anyone that might  view from a trail on the opposite side of the creek, but once near the trees, pretty much in the wide open. I knew there was a chance of a hiker, I ignored the risk. I feel tingle all over and my erection throbbed vigorously as I grip the tree and ease myself up into position to climb. I pull myself up slowly clamping my thighs together, squeezing my erection slightly and upwards, then  releasing with precise timing continuing for several minutes then increasing in intensity as the feeling begins to build. Prolonging and delaying to make it last longer, sometimes taking short risky walks down the trail and back.  This went on for some time.   Ejaculating 12 feet at least,  it went on for as long as I clung to the tree.    It was when I was finished  I heard someone call out my name from a few yards. I recognized the voice.   My friend emerged from the shrubs where he hid, secretly watching me,  His prank to sneak up on me got him an unexpected naked sex show.     He must have followed me curious to find where I might be going alone.   He asked me what I was doing over and over, but I was so embarrassed I could not answer. The lewd and deviant nature of what he just saw me do . Ejaculating 12 feet at least while clinging to the tree.   He stood there watching me fumbling with my clothes while my penis was still hard. I dreaded returning to school the next day.

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Naked on the pole


The beach at dawn is busy with seagulls and sandpipers feeding off the sandcrabs just under the wet sand. The risky nature of taking off my clothes behind a tall bush at the edge of the dry sand.  My penis was hard when I removed my shorts and t-shirt tossing them on the ground out of sight. Stepping out into the open the sensation of being totally exposed where in just an hour or two people will arrive.    I walk quickly with one hand reaching down touching my erection. The further I walk away from my clothes the more excited I become.  My penis throbs, a hot heavy feeling fills my groin.  The buzz of arousal, my senses heightened by my nakedness and naughtiness.   Newly installed poles near the volleyball court was where I was going.  About  half way  to the water’s edge  a cool breeze,  along  with ocean mist swirled around my naked body .  I scan the beach all around to see if I was still alone on the beach.   A  long and wide beach, lots of room, 100 feet wide 1/4 mile long.  Hiding in plain sight? .I guess.  The walk to the poles was much further than it appeared at first,  continuing on.  The pole  tall enough to get off the ground and some extra to climb up.   I reached up grabbed the  pole as high as possible with my legs straddling the pole firmly against my pubic area squeezing my thighs together  pulling  myself upwards with thighs clamped together around the pole.  My penis twitching as it made contact with the chilled pole. I adjusted my grip and positioned myself into the same way I had done before, repeating what has become a habit.  My hard penis  always to the right of the pole protruding out past it. I began  slowly climbing with my thighs squeezing together in a precise rhythmic motion .   I am really just clinging to the pole at this point continuing  but keeping stress on my arms. It feels so awesome to be naked outside like this, I imagine I am being viewed.   A few minutes pass before I start to feel something in my abdomen, that fluttering sensation. This is caused by strain in my arms and stomach muscles. Now I am chasing that feeling I know will come if I concentrate and work through the fatigue I now feel in my arms and hands.  I start to gasp and breathe hard as I intensify my efforts, and speed up my thighs  rhythmic motions and subtle humping action on the pole.  A quick scan of the beach,   I see some joggers coming my way . Most likely they will  follow the wet sand and not notice what I was doing .  The beach is usually deserted this early in the morning.  My first thought is to run to my clothes,  but did not, choosing to stay increasing the sensation deep inside me.  In my own world, unaware how much the situation had changed.  Experiencing the point of no return struggling to get over the top.  Even the fatigue in my arms and hands  I squeeze my thighs together with a frenzied pace.  On the edge, I continue with my eyes closed with increasing tempo.  The sound of the ocean waves drown out seagulls and everything else.   At this stage  an explosion of pleasure is debilitating at the moment a curious audience before me taking interest while wave after wave rolled up from inside my core with each  contraction , unable to answer the questions from my position on the pole with words, but responded by ejaculating on the sand for what seemed like a full minute .  I was being laughed at while being humiliated in my own world for a little longer.

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male to pose with an erection


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. fubar6I 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.
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flash back


I left my pajamas on the ground behind the ac condenser , my erection swelled.    Acting on a insatiable desire to be naked outside. The cool morning air touching parts of my body that are normally covered was refreshing and exciting. My heart raced, a shortness of breath. The moment I heard the spring loaded side yard gate latch behind me locking me out. My already swollen penis stiffened filling my inner groin like never before. The space between the house next door and ours was without landscaping.  Nothing to hide behind not even a blade of grass.  I delighted in my total nakedness in full eyesight of pedestrians. My enjoyment surged when the first eyes on me turned away, then returned for second peek of the spectacle. Just less than a minute another viewer stopped for a moment then grinned and continued on.  Everyone that walked past seemed a little surprised at first realizing how excited I was.  Though I felt like it there was no time to masturbate until later. Random erections all day finally able to relieve the tension late evening.   I pleasured myself, again, and again thinking about the side yard.                                                                                                                                                                                     

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Masturbating at School


There were 2 vertical steel poles 12 feet tall,  part of the fitness gym installed by workers over the summer.  The same summer I discovered something very interesting can happen to my body when climbing a pole to the point of exhaustion, and more.  The best orgasm ever so intense and long-lasting,  it is overwhelming.  Of course the new poles were my new interest at recess.  Trying to have one of the orgasms while in the midst of everyone.   It was not a sure thing, because I would have to monopolize one of the poles and if I did have a pole to myself I would have to mask what I was doing out of fear that I would be outed.    It did not take long for that to happen,  when recess was close to ending I was eagerly working the pole trying to get the start of the feeling that can lead to orgasm.  A slow process and once the faint tingle inside begins it is difficult to stop the pursuit.  I was at the top of the pole with the tingling feeling just beyond reach but I was now what I call the point of no return.  A feeling like butterflies inside the abdomen which was easily lost if not concentrating and continuous effort.  Stopping was not an option, I know from experience.    The feeling begins to grow yet very elusive,  causing a furious frenzied determination.  The point of no return was causing me to continue. The problem was the bell had sounded and I was now the only one still on the playground.  I was in a panic but the priority was how to get to the orgasm I was closing in on it.  Some of my  classmates reminded me the bell had rung.  I didn’t care,  I squirmed while clinching the pole trying to focus.  Then  I see the classroom door open of which I am absent and I hear the teacher calling my name after the students poured out around the doorway pointing at me.  There he is still out there on the pole,  I heard one student shout out.  I stayed on the pole till it happened meanwhile being watched by my classmates and teacher.  enthralled, so intense, the pleasure, I clung to the pole , intense pleasure,  like a current of electricity was all I cared about.  I was not thinking about the consequences.  She called my name again,  and my classmates echoed with chatter.  I could not slide down until the orgasm I was having subsided.  Frustrated, the teacher started walking towards me I slid down and ran in the classroom with penis still rock hard.

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Masturbating in front of a Mirror


I’ve discovered how erotic it can be watching myself masturbating using a mirror.  Placing a mirror in the right place is important so a clear view of my most intimate areas.  Sexually turned on by the sight of my own body?  Yes.

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Mile High Flash


Wet Dream come true

Summer break, a day at a concert with friends,  forced exposed genitals resulting in intense sexual arousal.   I decided to share this unique experience to possibly get some feedback and insight from others that had like experiences.  Imagine  how it felt when the humiliation reached a turning point, when embarrassment and dread suddenly was the 

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very thing that excited me.   I  still masturbate  while remembering the details being naked in  public,  many times during an outing to a concert at a high-profile stadium in Denver.  A group of friends and I were driving to Wisconsin  for the summer, staying a few days in ….  I had not packed much planning to purchase what I needed once I got to my destination.  Our route took us through a large college town visiting friends. We  jumped at the invitation to spend the day  for this concert. Weather was going to be hot and dry, so it was shorts , tshirt and flip-flops. Since I had not packed these items in my travel bag, my female companion provided what I needed. I put them on and I was laughing about how short, yet loose-fitting the cut off  Levis were small and tight the t-shirt was. “I can’t wear this” I protested. We were running late so nobody was hearing me. Before I knew it I was in the car with nothing more than Levi cut-offs ,t-shirt and flip-flops. No underwear with these shorts meant my penis and balls and anus would be flying in the wind. I was already feeling my penis getting hard with nothing to contain it. My balls and anus on the cool leather seats , o h my god , I am in for it today. We parked the car and as I clamored out the back seat my full  package tight balls and all shown in the bright morning sun and timing could not have been planned any better, or worse.  I didn’t go unnoticed by the throngs of concert goers unloading from cars and congregating.  The only thing I had going for me was I was surrounded by my peers with more liberal attitudes generally.     Standing in line in the parking lot to enter the gate I could see and feel the glances and stares I was getting from all sides.  My attempts to get more coverage out of the  daisy dukes cutoff jeans by wearing them lower on my waist failed.  I could not keep my hard cock concealed and this only excited me more . I only wanted to get to our seats.  I never thought this would actually happen, except only in my fantasies.  A  fantasy where I am forced to be totally naked in public by circumstance I have no control over,  drive my masturbation sessions to climax/ejaculation .     I was a closet  exhibitionist until this weekend. Now everyone knew the truth.  My predicament continued for the next 5 hours. No place to hide. No privacy to get some release, there was just nowhere to go. Like , I was stuck in my own personal  twilight zone.   

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Caught Climbing naked


The 80 acres of land densely forested private land had miles of trails.  The    wilderness with miles of remote trails was perfect to get naked outdoors.  I have had  dreams, and fantasies about being naked outdoors,  so, when riding my motorcycle the idea became a reality. I was already excited knowing what I had planned today. I listened and studied my surroundings making sure I was alone.  Leaving my clothes in a neat pile.  My penis is hard and feels heavy swaying from side to side as I walked.  After a few minutes I veered off the trail where a stand  of thin smooth barked trees dominated the landscape.  I have lost sight of my clothes,  my penis had  stiffened  and  was throbbing furiously.    I would not have to go far to find the perfect tree to climb. I  reach as high as I could reach, grasping the tree I pull my body upwards lift my feet off the ground  with my rigid penis directly contacting the tree  to the right.  I climb up a few feet at first then physical fatigue sets in.  Sliding down to rest, then, resume climbing again struggling to climb higher.   While I was on my third climb severe fatigue set in,  was clinging to the tree about 13 feet up pausing for a moment.  I was in the point of no return,  a point where an orgasm is reachable and the idea of stopping is out of the question.   I was in the zone that is my favorite.  On the edge,  pre-cum flowed freely from deep inside me the swelling pleasure  is slight.  Reaching orgasm is most important from this point I strain to stay on the pole.   Prolonging and savoring this wonderful full body pleasure is difficult.     Ignoring muscular fatigue,  pushing past the burn,  I continue to cling to the tree.   I am in my own world, my eyes are closed as the pleasure increases.   I am not concerned when I hear voices in the distance. A group was having an intense discussion, was heading towards me yet I was already past the point of stopping.    I could not stop,  not now.   I held my breath stayed clinging to the skinny flimsy tree, how  I must look, I did not care.   On the verge of humiliation yet I was still on the edge of cumming. Three young women slowed and stopped talking maybe they  had not looked up. Stopping directly below me curious about my bike and my clothes talking about my belongings, my clothes I could hear they had not left the area.  Feeling of fatigue was replaced with  a flood pleasure , shooting my hot load with power not felt  before, and kept on and on , I could hear my cum hitting the dry leaves below  I gasped, the pleasure flowed through every part of my body.   I could not hold on any longer but stayed until the contractions ended.  Slowly letting myself down,  penis rigid  still dripping and wet.     l hear whispers, breaking into   wild laughter not far from me.  I see wide eyes watching me, my  every move. I here shouts about how they saw everything and heard me.  I searched for my clothes they were not there , nothing to cover myself. Meanwhile being teased about what they saw me doing was embarassing I endured the humiliation,.  but of course this excited me more. https://medium.com/@rawl_18_plus/i-had-this-happen-when-climbing-up-a-peg-board-at-the-gym-e3ed9caa5230?source=friends_link&sk=c54ca56d5189fcd79584339f62c77836

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Naked in Public Place


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 I glance down noticing a sparkle of precum all within a few seconds.  ” Oh my god,”    I had no where  to hide from view my  hard pulsating penis from the 75 or so art students  within a few inches from where I stood. Every time I raised my head to see if I could scoot across I only the startled faces with wide eyes looking  down to my swollen penis then  a quick eye contact.  The hallway  echoed with chatter about the naked guy with snickers and remarks about how obvious it was that I was enjoying myself. I was in no position to deny it, as the erotic nature of my predicament played in to my exhibitionist core.  A few chuckles and giggles ,Oh my god.  he is naked, Oh my god.  did you see that?  he has a hard on.   That must be one of the models I heard one person say. A lot 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  analysing 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.

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Modeling Nude … Just What I Wanted


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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electrolysis results on male


All pubic hair on the anus, perineum, scrotum, penis, and above permanently removed by electrolysis is possible. And it feels so good.

Here is an example of what can be achieved with electrolysis.  Treated areas are from the anus forward to the upper pubic bone and from outer thigh to outer thigh.  All of the penis and scrotum.  No stubble very little regrowth minimal scaring or discoloration.

      

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electrolysis results on male genitalia


mmm..I love the way it feels when it is erect.
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model for life


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 rear, 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 an 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 leapt up and ran for my clothes with my penis 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.

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Pole Climb Masturbation


masturbation by climbing vertical poles

I am only recently able to reveal my secret sex addiction. It is bizarre and unusual to say the least, but real. When I was young.  I started this. I discovered by accident that I would get a pleasurable feeling inside my lower abdomen when I would climb poles and trees, English: Exercise bars, Highway to Health Pict...or just do pull ups during physical ed. class. Eventually I would climb almost anything to achieve the sensation. After many months, my secret enjoyment continued. During the summer I would walk to the local school yard and go to recess yards where the poles were. Tether ball poles, volleyball poles, even handrails. Gate poles and sign post were excellent to. As long as I could grasp on them and climb them. Generally, I find a pole .. like a tether ball pole for example, then undress totally naked, making it  many times more gratifying. Anyway, now fully naked and aroused, penis throbbing visibly. I would venture out into the wide openness, grasp the pole and start climbing very slowly while clamping my thighs together squeezing my erection further upwards and outwards. My eyes scanning my surroundings for anyone that might catch me.Climbing slowly, almost as long as 10 minutes till I start to feel the beginnings of the unbelievably explosive climax that I knew would come. Eventually as if someone flipped a switch, orgasm would overcome me and cause me to be frozen in sheer pleasure. My arms and hands in pain and leg fatigued, but still in rhythm, pressing together with precise timing. When I was getting near the climax my watchful eyes would shut, abandoning any concern that I might be seen. For the next 2 to 3 minutes it was up to chance whether I would be viewed by a stranger. Anyone that might happen across my path would not only be shocked with what they were watching, but amazed that I continued to complete my act in plain view of them. Of course I would eventually have to face the moment when I had to jump down and scurry to where my clothes were and ride my bike away.

amethest
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Hello,

Aparently you found my journal through fetishconfess. It seems we share a fetish.

As I’m sure you read I’ve been using poles since I was a little girl. I didn’t realize until recently that it works for guys as well.

Your story made me very hot, we should chat sometime.

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