When in Rome- Part 1/3

Last month, I posted a story that was accompanied with photos of my friend Ryan, and you guys enthusiastically let me know that you wanted to see more of him. Well, you've got your wish here. He was previously exposed naked and hard during a live art modelling session, but he's back in his own classroom this time, so nothing can go wrong... right?

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Stepping out of my closet, I couldn’t believe what I was actually about to do. I’d never felt this way before about a lesson, but then again, I’d never experienced what had happened last week either.

It was a beautiful March day when my entire world had flipped around. I’d agreed to model for a live art class after drunkenly taunting that professor over drinks a few days before. I’d then been humiliated when one of my college students walked into class to see me sitting there with an erection that just wouldn’t go down. He’d see me flounder around without any way to cover myself before recording it all to spread around campus.

Now, it had me questioning my next move. It was March 15, and I usually liked to celebrate with my Roman literature class. When a class period fell on the Ides of March, I’d go all out and read excerpts from Shakespeare’s Julius Caesar, and I’d make it an event. I’d even take one of my blankets and wear it as a toga with some gym shorts and a white t-shirt. Normally, it was the most skin, I’d ever show, but that wasn’t true anymore… not after my class had all seen me naked by now.

As I stood in front of the mirror in just my Calvin Klein briefs, I realized that I had a choice ahead of me- a choice that I’d never considered in any previous spring semester. I… I could wear this a little more authentically. Grabbing the blanket before opening any other drawers, I started to wrap it around my body.

Pulling it over my shoulder, the textured fabric felt foreign on my bare skin as I tucked the end and clipped it at my waist. Looking back into the mirror, I saw my muscular shoulder and a sliver of my taut chest exposed, and the blanket didn’t cover as much of my legs as I intended. My hands were already on the clip ready to start over, but something stopped me.

I looked good right now.

I really did. I’d been spending more time at the gym, and the hard work was evident now. I taught college upperclassmen, and they’d all eagerly signed up for my class. This was not some freshmen seminar. They could be mature so why not just go like this? I wasn’t showing anything inappropriate, but in the back of my mind, I realized that I could. The administration had simply called me into one of the dean’s offices to chat about the incident, and the meeting ending with him barely containing his giggles. There would be no disciplinary action because this was all just a mistake… a mistake that had cost me my dignity.

I was back in my living room now, and I was glad that my husband had already left for work. He would have convinced me to change just like the voice in the back of my head was desperately trying to get my attention, but I was too far in now. I’d grabbed my bag and my jacket, and I was out the door. As I walked to my car in the driveway, I felt my right nipple getting hard from the chill still in the air, and I turned on my heat on the way to work. If only I knew that the day would soon be getting much hotter…

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