Date: Tue, 20 Mar 2012 07:45:31 -0400 (EDT)
From: "cspearinca@optimum.net" <cspearinca@optimum.net>
Subject: Modeling for Money

Sam knew this was some sort of nude modeling assignment, and he was
comfortable with that, but the details his agent gave him were a little
scarce.

"Well it's a live model class, like you've done before.  Basically."

He had paused long enough that "basically" was it's own sentence.

A life model drawing class at his old high school?  His younger brother's
current school?  When did high school start using nude models?  He only
just graduated a year ago and he never got to do that!

Sam, being 19, and a poor college student, but with exceptional looks and
physique, took on part-time modeling as a way to earn some extra cash.  At
first he wouldn't pose nude, but quickly learned, the only way he was going
to make any real money in this industry was to drop his briefs.  So he did.

Despite his worst fears, all experiences have been professional and, for
the most part, comfortable.  This assignment he was a little worried about.

"Hi, I'm Sam, I'm here to see Mr. Willis?" He offered the secretary at the
front desk.

He knew her, having been a student at the same school for 4 years, but he
couldn't place her name.  She wasn't the usual secretary who sat in the
main office.  Mr. Willis was a name he didn't recognize at all.  A new art
teacher, he thought.

"Oh great.  Room B-320.  Right up on the left."

Room B-320?  That wasn't the art hall.  That was the science wing.  That's
odd.

"Ok, thanks," he offered, turning his way to room B-320.

Why in the world would I be modeling in the science wing?  He couldn't make
heads or tails of it.

He knocked on the door, even though it was wide open.

"Hi, I'm looking for Mr. Willis?"

"I'm Mr. Willis, offered the 20-something gentleman with wireframe glasses
and shaggy brown hair.

Not a bad looking guy, Sam thought to himself.

"Hi.  I'm Sam.  I'm supposed to be the model today?"

"Oh great!  You're right on time.  Come on in!"

Mr. Willis walked towards Sam, shook his hand and directed him to his
office located just through the back of the room.

"Class doesn't start for another 10 minutes so you can undress and relax in
here."

"Ok.  Can I ask a question," Sam implored.

"Oh, sure.  What do you need?"

"Um, this is a life drawing class right?  This looks like a science lab?"

"Oh.  They didn't tell you, did they," returned Mr. Willis.  "This is a
human anatomy class.  It's a new program we started this year, actually.  I
brought it with me from my previous school.  We use actual models to
demonstrate real-life anatomy and reflexes.  It helps the students learn so
much more and helps alleviate the stigma of the nude body.  I thought for
sure they'd have briefed you!"

"Actually, no, they didn't."

Sam was truly worried now.  "Demonstrate real-life anatomy and reflexes"?
Posing nude was always made a little easier because in the end, though
completely exposed, there was no more attention paid to his penis, than to
his elbow.  This didn't sound like it was going to be the same scenario.

"Oh dear.  I hope that won't be a problem.  We don't really have the time
flexibility to reschedule or get someone else in time."

No wanting to leave Mr. Willis in the lurch like this, and more
importantly, not wanting to lose the unusually large paycheck that came
with this assignment, Sam promised it would be ok and said he would do it
regardless.

2 minutes later students started filing in and took their seats.
Mr. Willis stepped out of his office, offered Sam a robe to wear as he
waited and closed the door to let Sam undress privately.

Kind of pointless to close the door, Sam thought, but didn't argue.

"Ok class, as you know, today we're focusing on the male anatomy.  You did
wonderfully with the female model yesterday, and I appreciate and applaud
your courteous manner and hope you can offer the same respect and patience
to our male model today, Sam.  Come on out, Sam"

Sam cinched the robe closed and opened the door to head to the front of the
class.  All students' eyes were on him as he walked through the center
aisle to the front desk, where Mr. Willis was resting.  Including a very
familiar pair of eyes: his younger brother's, Steve.  Oh god, Sam thought
to himself.  Steve is here.  Never did it even cross his mind that Steve
would even be in this class.

Since moving out and living on his college campus, even though in the same
town, he and his brother, Steve, spoke less and less every week.  No wonder
he didn't know this was going to happen.

He locked eyes with Steve who was clearly uncomfortable and shifting in his
seat.

Steve knew what was about to go down and wasn't sure he was prepared for
it.  Never mind that his friend, Erica, just behind him, who was going to
experience it too.  He knew she had admired Sam.  She was going to know Sam
in a way that she had yet to experience him.

"Go ahead Sam, you can give me your robe."

Sam untied the robe, slowly, dreading what was about to happen.  He was
used to the somewhat silent, audible gasps as people became aware of his
penis, but he wasn't used to kids.  God knows what they're going to do.
Let alone his brother, who, as far as Sam knew, had never even seen his
penis before.

Sam was right.  There was an audible gasp from every student in the room.
Including Mr. Willis.

Sam presented the class with his hefty, circumcised penis, trimmed pubes
and clearly defined abs.  Everyone started, especially his brother, Steve.

Mr. Willis, realizing he couldn't relish in this moment and maintain
control of the class jumped up and started discussing various organs and
muscles involved in the male penis.  Sam tuned out and was trying his best
to get through this incredibly awkward experience.

Then he felt a hand touch his shaft.  Then it touched the head of his cock.
And then his balls.

This was completely new territory for Sam.  He'd never had someone fondle
his penis on an assignment like this.

Being 19, and the fact that Mr. Willis was an incredibly attractive man,
didn't help Sam stay calm in this state, either.  And it didn't appear
Mr. Willis was going to stop touching any time soon.

Then it happened.  Sam's penis started to thicken and rise up.  Ever so
slightly but it did not go unnoticed by Mr. Willis.  "Oh, fantastic, Sam is
responding to the stimulus and his penis is becoming engorged."

Sam had never heard it announced in such an unsexy manner, but that didn't
stop him from continuing to grow erect for everyone to see.

Steve sat transfixed.  He was still stunned that he was watching his own
brother, completely naked, and now semi hard, in front of him, his friends
and his hopeful girlfriend.  He didn't know if he should be mad, envious,
embarrassed or thrilled.  He was an odd mixture of all 4 emotions, really.

Mr. Willis, still as professional as ever, was beyond elated to have such
an incredibly handsome boy this year with what was proving to be a thick,
8" penis.  Secretly he enjoyed the male seminar much more than the female
seminar.  Fingering a girl to climax was never his idea of a good time, but
stroking a boy's thick dick was right up his alley.

To Be Continued...