It all started when I made the bold move to model for one of my university’s art classes, nude model that is. I figured, ‘Hey, I’m a senior. I’ve already established my reputation. Why the hell not?’ After all, I was captain of the soccer team and had been with enough chicks to have also established the reputation of a ladies man, to say the least. Nude modeling was nothing, a no-brainer, and I certainly needed the extra cash the university was offering to shell out to anyone willing to do the job.

So, my first day of posing for the class went well, no real problems. As I was a jock myself and tended to run with that crowd, I didn’t know anyone in the class. They were more of the artsy type, if you know what I mean. None of the chicks really struck my fancy, so I knew that me pitching a tent by accident and getting really embarrassed was nothing I needed to worry about.

I showed up next class ready to go. I had already changed into my ‘cover up’ as the instructor called it, in other words my bathrobe, and was just shooting the shit with some of the not so cute chicks until the rest of the class arrived when he walked in. I had never seen him around campus before, but he was gorgeous. ‘What was I thinking?’ I started to question myself. ‘I am straight,’ I reminded myself over and over again.

But he was the epitome of what chicks describe as ‘tall, dark, and handsome;’ he truly was. His hair was jet black, and it fell down around his eyes. He was obviously going for that shaggy beach look, and it worked to say the least. His eyes were a deep hazel, and his smile was delicious. His shoulders were broad; I could tell he had a great back and abs just by the way he carried himself into the room. ‘He must have been an athlete too,’ I thought. ‘With a body like that he must hit the gym a lot.’

‘What is going on?’ I finally brought myself back to reality when I realized I was starting to get hard just looking at him.

“Ok everyone,” The instructors voice sent me into a panic. I was hard as hell. “Ready to get started? Michael,” she continued despite my attempts to will her to cancel class for the day. “Are you ready?”

‘Fuck!’ I panicked more and more. ‘What was I going to do? This was beyond embarrassing. I had a stiffy in art class. What the fuck was going on with me?’

“Uhhh,” I stammered. “Can I talk to you for just a minute first,” I gathered my bearings. “I’m sorry, I had meant to before class, but I didn’t see you come in earlier.” I got up from my seat, grabbing the pile of clothes that I desperately wished I was still wearing, and held them in front of my crotch as I walked over towards the instructor’s desk, thankfully in the corner.

“Oh sure Michael. The rest of you get your pads out and pencils sharpened. We’re going to work on shading in particular today, so make sure you have different pencil grades ready to go. Also, make sure you all have your soft erasers. Tomorrow we’re going to use charcoal, so stick with your leads and graphites today please.”

I was beyond grateful for her distraction. It