It was a bit odd when I got the offer. Come be a nude or partially nude model for a college art class. I'd make $100 for the class and I wouldn't even have to be nude if I didn't want to. I could wear a jockstrap and stand or sit at any angle I wanted. It was an instant no from me at first. After a couple days though, I thought maybe so. I was kinda flattered. Did I have a body like Mr Universe? No. Was it clear I was athletic and definitely worked out? Yes. I was in my late 30s and the idea of being in a room with a bunch of college kids was a little nerve wracking at first but eventually I decided that wouldn't be a big deal either. I definitely wouldn't know anyone and would probably never see them again.

I decided to message/text back. "Ok, I'll do it" I said. The instructions about where the class was located and time, what to expect, etc followed.

Then the day came. Here I am, standing in the hallway of a building on the edge of the campus. I peaked through the glass portion of the door to see how big the class was, but I couldn't get a good angle. All I could see was the professor. I was instructed to change in the bathroom and put on a trench coat until it was time. I felt like such a creeper standing in that hall.

After some expectations and a description to the class, I could hear the professor call for me and signal me to walk in. Walking in, I tried to quickly assess the situation. Okay, not a huge class. About ten students, maybe a dozen, sitting in a circle. Clearly, I'll be in the middle. I put down the gym bag with my clothes in it and walk into the circle. I scan the room. It was hard to get a good look at everyone. It was a little overwhelming. It seemed like everyone was hiding behind their easel stand and canvas.

I slowly unbutton my trench coat, trying to put myself in a seductive mindset. One where I feel hot and I'm about to try and seduce everyone in the room. As I get to the lower buttons, I give myself a little tap and shake, trying to excite myself. I drop the coat and reveal myself wearing a black, lacey jock. A half bulge showing. Shapely shoulders, Abs that screamed to be touched. A butt that looks like I must've done a million squats in my lifetime.

The professor walks over and grabs the coat, then takes a seat in an open chair. My clean shave face and green eyes looks over at you. Not completely hidden behind your easel. We lock eyes.

And who are you?? The professor? An eager student? Let me know and let's chat! Through the prompt might convey otherwise, definitely would like to turn it into a slow build sort of thing.

I'll be Max. A late 30s, clean cut professional looking guy. Short brown hair with green eyes. 5'9 180, 7" cut.

Kinks: oral, spanking, some public play, straight turned gay, playing older guy, seduction, slow build, spit, power bottoms, crossdressers sometimes

Limits: incest, abuse, scat