Rugby Art Model

As much fun as I had writing the cabin series this month, I'm excited to get back to posting new, one-off stories that I've written exclusively for Patreon. 

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I was here at university for one reason and one reason only- rugby. I received a scholarship to play, and I was already primed to join the league after graduating. This degree was just a technicality, a way for me to get a job after my body was too banged up to keep playing. That is, I'd get that job if I didn't start coaching.

For my last term, I was told that I had to take an arts class to graduate, and I laughed in her face before realizing she was serious. That's what led me here, sitting in the back of the class watching a rugby game on my phone propped up against my empty canvas.

"Listen Chase, you've got one chance to pass my class, and I'm willing to compromise."

"I'm listening, miss."

"Our model dropped out for the next class, so if you step in, I'll make sure to give you a passing mark."

"Deal."

I'd missed every other live drawing class, so I truly had no idea what to expect when I showed up after out morning's practice. I'd gotten the time wrong at first, so I hadn't even really had time to shower before coming over here still in my rugby kit.

“Okay, you’re too late to get ready in the other room, so we’ll just have to make do here. Go ahead.”

“And do what?”

“Well take off your clothes of course- don’t be daft.”

My face got a bit redder, and not just because of the turf burn that I had there from a couple of tackles this morning.

“You want me to get my kit off?”

“Chase, this is a life drawing class- we draw the human body. We need to see yours if you accept to pass this class.”

There was no arguing left for me to do after she quickly turned on her heel and began addressing the class. The class of people that while I technically hadn’t talked to, I still knew them, had seen them weekly in class. And now, they’d be seeing more of me than ever before.

My jersey was caked to my ample chest with sweat, and I had to shimmy a bit to start pulling it up. Once it was over my head, there was a delicate dance you had to do with pulling it up so it wouldn’t rip, and as I did that, my peers started to drink in my hairy chest without me even noticing. They didn’t even try to hide the lust in their eyes though once I dropped the fabric to the floor and met their eyes again.

I was pulling my shorts down now and then my shoes and socks, and fuck, there was not a thing covering my body except a translucent pair of white compression shorts that had been through the industrial washer in the back of the locker room a few too many times.

“Okay Chase, we’re waiting.”

When she began speaking, I really thought she’d tell me that this was enough, but that was just false hope. No… I was getting naked. Taking in a deep breath that just pushed my meaty pecs out, I grabbed a hold of fabric in each fist and dropped my pants to the floor, trying to cover myself with my hands again before anyone saw it all, but that was a lost cause. Sitting down in the chair, my first pose was as I was- cock and balls clamped like a vise between my hands.

Five minutes elapsed like five hours, and then our professor instructed me to pick a new pose, or as she said, “We need to make sure and see the anatomy that you have to offer.” That meant she needed to see my todger, so I just bit the bullet and flopped it into view which sent another wave of redness across my cheeks.

This shouldn’t have been a big deal- I’d been naked on campus before. Streaking with the lads on drunken dares and the like, but never had there been this many eyes focused on me. They stared as if I was a hunk of meat, and with the minimal amount of talking or effort that I’d put into this class, I guess they weren’t all wrong.

Looking around at all of them, I accidentally locked eyes for too long with the brunette in the second row, and that fucking did me in. As my cock began to stiffen up a bit, she began to smirk. With her charcoal still in her right hand, she popped open the next button on her shirt with her left, and I was fucking gone. My professor was reminding people of proper decorum, and I’m pretty sure that sneaking photos of me was against the rules, but my tongue felt too dry in my mouth to say anything or call the wanker out.

Instead, I just sat there with my hands crossed over my chest, and my willy pointed towards the ceiling of the unbearably hot room.

“Okay, time for our last pose.”

I was told to stand up and turn around which now gave everyone the full view of my naked body, but hey, at least I didn’t have to lock eyes anymore which didn’t seem so bad. Well, it wouldn’t have been so bad if I just had to stand there.

“Okay Chase, let’s get some more dynamic angles, show some muscle definition.”

“You want me to flex or something?”

“No, just natural movement is fine.”

Placing her left hand on my back, she pushed forward with more strength than I thought she could possess until I was bent over with my elbows on the stool that I’d just been sitting on.

“Class, five minutes on the clock.”

Earlier, I’d been wrong when I stated that these classmates had now seen every inch of me. With my feet spread apart and my body bent over, I could feel my cheeks spreading open to reveal my asshole to everyone… now I had been fully and completely exposed.