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Magnificently Mortifying Modelling Maladies Chapter 05: Miles' First Life Lesson Part Two, Miles To Go
JANUARY 2024 (cont.)
INTRODUCTION
"Sorry gents but we've started, take your places," Mr Wainwright said.
"Eh..." said Spencer.
"We maybe shouldn't..." Ezra conceded.
"Why on earth not?" Mr Wainwright asked.
He knew why not. Mr Wainwright had planned the boy to be exposed to lots of people from the local community who might recognise Miles; the idea that they would forever remember seeing the teenager naked whenever he saw them was very entertaining. The cherry on top was arranging for two of Miles' school teachers to see him bare naked.
Hilarious!
"Well... because he's a... schoolboy," Ezra admitted.
"...a student..." Spencer said at the same time, but choosing a different adjective.
"Hi, sirs," Brady said to be polite and highlight their plight.
"You just said his ass was the most beautiful thing you've ever seen," Alan pointed out.
Neither of them wanted to justify or backtrack on what they'd said because U-turns always sound unconvincing and embarrassing. Instead, they said nothing. Besides, they figured they could make the argument that they had appreciated Miles from a purely artistic perspective.
At least they hadn't said they wanted to fuck him.
"Gentlemen, I'm surprised at you being so immature," Mr Wainwright said to the two teachers. "Miles is a model and you are artists. Let's be professional and get on with this."
Induced to stay, the two teachers took up prime spots to draw the naked teenager.
"I didn't property introduce you all," Mr Wainwright said. "Miles, meet Keaton, Gordon, Hank and Wilbur. You already know Alan, Brady, Mr Coleman and Mr Lumsden. Also, Micah, Carson, Qasim and Usher."
The man introduced them from left to right with Miles's school peers and teachers taking up the middle four spots; as such, they were treated to the prime, full-frontal view. Fuck, they could see literally every detail of the teenage boy.
"Everyone, this is Miles Beaufort. He's a Year 11 boy at Chase Foundling High School," Mr Wainwright introduced him thoroughly.
There was something about the detailed introduction that made Miles feel even more exposed.
"This is Miles' first time posing naked so he is a little nervous," Mr Wainwright added. "Luckily, he has the support of people who are familiar to him. I'm sure he's very reassured to know how many of you recognise him, which will help him feel very safe."
Mr Wainwright's words sounded right but they were in fact loaded to emphasise Miles' exhibition.
"Sirs, can I ask a question?" Alan asked the school teachers in his cheeky and mocking tone. "Do you both perv on all the fifteen-year-old boys or is Miles special?"
The two teachers were mortified and Miles was thoroughly embarrassed too. Teachers from his school! They could see his penis and had commented on his bare ass. Worse yet, when he finished this pose and stood up, they'd get an even better view of his naked body. They'd inevitably see him full-frontal and Miles was mortified beyond belief.
"He's only fifteen?" asked Qasim.
"Yea, it's surprising because his dick is so big. Isn't it, Mr Lumsden?" Alan asked the PE teacher.
"Concentrate, Alan," Mr Wainwright prompted him.
Mr Wainwright was delighted that the eighteen year old was stirring the pot, reminding everyone of their respective reasons to feel humiliated.
However, there were no more interruptions or immature comments for the remainder of the first pose. The rapt attention, particularly of his teachers and school fellows, was penetrating. Miles wished he hadn't thought of the word penetrating while his ass was exposed.
When the pose finished, Miles sat on the edge of the chaise lounge. His was sitting in profile to the middle of the semi-circle and had his hands fell into his lap to protect his modesty. Unfortunately, the robe was still in Mr Wainwright's office so Miles was left exposed.
While the class took a break, Miles' school teachers approached.
"Miles, about what we said when we came in," Ezra said desperately.
"You mean about being able to see my perianal raphe?" Miles asked.
"Y-yes. Well, we didn't mean to make any comments that might have sounded... overtly sexual?" Spencer added.
"I don't even know what a raphe is, sir," Miles admitted.
It's the faint line between your balls and ass that gets smeared with cum after barebacking; this is what Spencer thought but did not say.
"The perianal raphe is a visible line that travels from the anus to the scrotum, and in fact continues through the midline of the scrotum," Mr Wainwright offered to explain. "Your teachers were simply commenting on the details of your buttocks and testicles."
The two teachers were almost as mortified as Miles and certainly felt more endangered by the description. They could not believe they had objectified a student! And stayed to draw him! To extracted themselves now would invite even more enquiry that they hoped to avoid.
"It's ok, Mr Lumsden. I understand," Miles reassured the teacher. "I'm just a model tonight."
The teachers were glad to hear that Miles didn't intend to make a complaint about them. They confronted him, unironically, while he was still totally naked and vulnerable. Were Miles to tell anyone about the teacher's objectifying comments, he would also have their pictures and the fact they tried to keep him quiet while talking to him naked.
Not that Miles had any intention of telling anyone. Quite enough of the local community knew about his nude modelling already. Moreover, since Miles was sitting down and they were standing up, the teachers (and anyone else who came to talk to him, were looking down at his crotch where the boy's hands were folded in front of his plump, five-inch, flaccid penis.
"Ok. Ok, good," Ezra sad and he hurried off.
"You should hydrate, Miles," Mr Wainwright suggested.
Mr Wainwright handed Miles a bottle of water that he'd brought with him after his last trip to the office. Unlike the last few breaks, Mr Wainwright didn't leave so he unfortunately had no opportunity to retrieve Miles's robe.
STATUE OF LIMITATIONS
"Miles, I wondered if I might speak to you about something?" a man asked cautiously.
Miles recalled him being introduced as Hank and his nephew was named Wilbur. Not many Hanks or Wilbur's around nowadays so the names stuck in his head.
"Sure," Miles replied.
Hank handed Miles a tablet.
"My nephew and I make an exhibit artwork, particularly local artwork. Take a look at some of the creations the studio and gallery currently hosts," Hank said.
Miles was impressed by the web design for CHASE & FOUND Art Gallery & Studio which broke the galley's catalogue down into items purchased for exhibitions, items for sale, canvas artwork and sculpture. The sculptures were incredible.
They were substantially of naked men. They weren't Michaelangelo's David but they were beautiful. Then Miles noticed the Artist's citation.
"These are amazing. Did you make these?" Miles asked Hank.
"Some of them, yes," he replied proudly. "We have used stone in the past but it's expensive and very difficult to work with. Clay and ceramics are very heavy and expensive to fire and need to be made in sections and assembled..."
"Hank? He doesn't care," Wilbur interrupted his uncle.
"Right. Sorry. I got excited," Hank apologised.
Hank enjoyed talking about the creative process and loves sharing his excitement for crafting methodology. Admittedly, he did get lost in the details of the limitations of stone or ceramic statues. A statute of limitations, if you will.
"We us a cool 3D printer now. Plastics. You still need to assemble the sculptures in sections but it's much easier to work with," Wilbur said.
"These are amazing," Miles repeated.
"We've been experimenting with a special camera that records images and measurements that can then be programmed into the 3D printer," Hank said. "Which is what we wanted to talk to you about."
"You want to make a statue of me?" Miles asked excitedly.
He almost forgot he would be naked in the statue but he was very flattered.
"You're perfect!" Hank insisted. "But we would need to record images and measurements..."
"You want to take pictures of me?" Miles baulked. "Like this?"
Naked pictures?
"Yes. Like that," Hank said.
"You're a natural model and you have some very... appealing features," Wilbur said tactfully.
"What would I need to do?" Miles asked.
"Mr Wainwright can advocate for you. If you want us to stop, we'll stop. All we really need you to do is stand there and look pretty," Hank said earnestly.
"Shouldn't be too hard for you," Wilbur said with a wink.
Miles wasn't so sure. He was still covering his bits and he felt very vulnerable surrounded by all these clothed men while he was naked. Plus, wasn't he meant to be posing again in five minutes?
"It'll only take a minute or two," Hank pressed.
Miles took another slug of water to buy time to think it over.
"We'll pay you £500," Hank added.
Miles choked on the water. How much?
"Eh..." Miles coughed again. "Yea. Great. Ok. When?"
"How about now?" Wilbur asked.
The young man moved across the room to find the camera while Hank prepared to talk Miles though the pose they wanted.
"Now? Like, right now? With everyone watching me?" Miles asked.
"It's just like posing for a sketch or painting, Miles," Mr Wainwright reassured him.
"Sure..." Miles replied.
Except the men were going to take nude pictures of him. Of his penis.
"Can I instruct you how to pose?" Hank asked and Miles nodded. "Your sitting position is already perfect."
Miles was sitting at the edge of the chaise lounge, feet flat on the floor.
"Can you move your feet farther apart, please? And point your toes straight forward. Good," Hank encouraged. "Now, right hand behind you. Prop yourself up with it and lean back slightly. And put your left hand behind your head."
Miles obeyed each instruction and with the last one, his penis was completely exposed. Miles' testicles rested on the seat with his penis bisecting his scrotum. His legs were spread enough that his genitals sat spaciously between the fifteen year old's hairless thighs.
While Hank had been posing him, Wilbur had been preparing the camera. Most of the class were milling about and showing more interest now that there was talk of photography and those who had left the room to smoke or get food and drink were returning for the second pose.
"Turn your head to the left. Look down... too much. That's better," Hank said. "And stay very still."
Miles could see everything. In the periphery of his vision he saw Mr Wainwright explaining to his teachers why two men were now photographing their young student. Meanwhile, the other artist around the room wishing they could photography Miles too.
Miles could see his own bare feet and his five inch penis sitting between his creamy thighs. His penis was draped over his silky scrotum which rested on the surface of his seat. Miles could also follow the curve of his bicep into the almost smooth concave of his armpit.
Miles held a titter of giggling and had he been untrained, he might have turned to look; instead, he maintained his pose. He didn't need to look anyway because he recognised the source of the giggle and then the voice that followed it.
"Do you have any hair in that pit?" Alan asked with a snigger.
Wilbur had crouched down directly in front of Miles, aiming the camera for a long time to punctuate the moment he finally took the fateful image. Miles could see why Alan had asked the humiliating question – his armpit had only a meagre dabble of short, spriggy hairs that probably weren't visible unless close up... like Wilbur was.
CLICK!
The sound of the shutter of the camera was a resonant reminder that a man was literally taking naked pictures of him. Over the next few minutes, Wilbur worked his way around the same plane to take a series of pictures or Miles from front to back and then returning to the front. Wilbur stood up and took pictures of Miles from a downward and angle too. He especially liked the fact that Miles's sweet-ass little crack was captured. The final shots were taken from the front again and this time from low down.
With the camera aimed up, Miles's feet, legs, thighs, genitals, abdomen, chest, exposed armpit and beautiful face (aimed right at the camera) were all sealed in the digital device. Wilbur stood up.
"Look at this, Miles. Isn't this cool?" Wilbur engaged the teenager while sitting next to him.
Wilbur pulled up the first picture – front view with Miles's beautiful boyhood on show and his sweet face – and showed the screen to Miles. Wilbur made a series of selections and a measurement frame came up to show how wide Miles' eyes were and the distance from his wrist to elbow. Wilbur measured Miles's foot from heel to knee and finally he used the feature to measure Miles's impressive penis. Wilbur grinned at Miles as he showed the boy that his flaccid dick was measuring 13.5cm (5.4 inches)
"Are we all ready for the second pose now?" Mr Wainwright – keen to move on but not impatient.
"Yes. Sorry," Wilbur said and he stood up and hurried to put the camera away.
"Thank you, Miles. You were magnificent," Hank assured him.
"Miles, if you wouldn't mind..." Mr Wainwright said.
Miles turned to give the man his full attention.
"Get on your knees please," Mr Wainwright continued.
"Now you're talking," Alan said as he gleefully rubbed his hands together.
Brady chuckled along stupidly at his friend's obvious humour.
"You can sit your buttocks on your heels," Mr Wainwright guided him. "And put both hands behind your head."
Posed like this, Miles could not have been more exposed! He was mortified that his nude modelling should happen in front of two boys who went to or used to go to his school and two teachers. Miles must have blushed as he put his hands behind his head.
"I know this pose might be a little embarrassing because Alan said it looks like you have no pubic hairs," Mr Wainwright said. "I'm sure your teachers could reassure you that they have seen many teenagers over the years who look almost hairless when they're naked."
The teachers too were embarrassed but too slow to protest. Alan and Brady were very quick to laugh though.
"Look straight ahead," Mr Wainwright instructed.
Straight ahead meant Miles was looking between where Brady and Ezra (Mr Coleman) were positioned.
"Turn your head slightly to the right. About one o'clock," Mr Wainwright said. "Great."
Great! Now he was looking at both his teachers for the next twenty minutes while the drew him completely naked.
Miles tried to ignore the studious looks, the penetrating attention and the obsessive gazes. Was being seen like this getting to him because... oh no... please no... Miles could feel himself stiffening. Not his arms or legs or neck... his dick was getting hard.
"Oops..." Brady said.
Alan noticed too and he started laughing as Miles's penis grew. There were a few others titters of laughter too – nervous giggles at the unexpected predicament. However, the humour of the moment died down as they saw Miles's dick grow to full attention.
It was huge.
It was the biggest cock they'd ever seen.
Miles's cock was nearly nine inches long.
BIG, REALLY BIG!
"Fucking hell!" Alan exclaimed.
"How big is that thing?" Brady asked.
"It's big, it's really big," Alan commented – the cadence of his voice indicating quotation.
It's big, really big. You just won't believe how hugely, vastly, mind-boggling big it is.
Miles was trying to stay calm and professional but it was hard... it was most certainly hard. His teachers were looking at him with open amazement – unable to take their eyes off his massive fuck stick. How would Miles ever live it down at school? Brady would see him in the corridor and know how big his penis was – hard and soft. Every time he had Maths, Mr Coleman would look at him and remember his boner; every time Mr Lumsden took him for PE, he'd know about the thick monster Miles had contained inside his shorts.
"You must have measured that thing," Alan said. "How big is it? Tell us!"
"No," Miles said, already mortified.
Mr Wainwright was beside himself. When he'd persuaded Miles to pose naked, he thought the boy would have a hilarious little willy that he could orchestrate the mockery of. Like Martin's micropenis. But the fact the teenager had an enormous cock was even better.
"Tell us, tell us, tell us," Alan chanted – hoping others would join in but they didn't.
Miles relented none the less. He couldn't believe he was about to tell everyone, including his school teachers, how big his erection was.
"It's twenty-two centimetres," Miles said – blushing furiously.
22cm (8.8 inches) of fat boy-cock.
"And you're only fifteen?" Brady asked.
"Yea. I'm only fifteen," Miles replied miserably.
"It think that's enough talking now," Mr Wainwright said. "It is considered crass and uncouth to talk about a life model's penis."
Alan and Brady looked like they had more to say but Mr Wainright continued, laying on the humiliating commentary while he had the chance.
"Especially when you know the poor boy," the Art teacher added. "Especially when two teachers are also present. Sometimes models get an erection but you don't want to embarrass Miles by drawing attention to it, do we?"
"Fine, I'll pay attention to my drawing instead," Brady quipped.
"Guess what bit I'm going to draw?" Alan stage whispered.
Miles was glad Mr Wainwright was still on his side, however the man's defence had also been a litany of all the things that were most humiliating about the experience. Miles didn't know why he was so hard. He'd never been turned on by modelling before and he wasn't excited by exposure or embarrassment. Why was his cock so hard?
The artists continued to work and the sound of pencils scratching Miles' image onto paper was a reminder that this moment was being captured. Miles wished the artist weren't very good but knew better – his face, body and penis would be eminently recognisable in each picture.
"Do you shave or trim?" Alan asked after ten minutes.
"No," Miles replied – perplexed by the sudden engagement.
"I just wondered because you have hardly any pit hair or pubes," Alan was mocking him.
"Don't be mean, Alan," Mr Lumsden admonished.
The teachers at Chase Foundling had often needed to admonish Alan Smith, not that it ever stopped him being cheeky.
"He's just a boy," Mr Coleman reminded the eighteen-year-old.
"He's just a boy," Alan parroted emasculatingly – except Miles clearly had a very masculine endowment.
It was the way Mr Lumsden said "he's just a boy," that made Miles's cock bounce. He was still so hard and the artists talking about his naked body was only making him harder.
"Time's up, everyone," Mr Wainwright said as they reached twenty minutes. "Finish your sketches and Miles can take a break."
Miles relaxed a few minutes later. Sitting and trying to cover his aching hard-on, which was now sticky with precum. No-one in the class seemed interested in leaving the room this time, which left the naked teenager exposed to everyone: a schoolmate and former schoolmate, school teachers, the Starbucks guy and the lad from the supermarket. Miles couldn't believe this was happening to him.
"Miles..." Hank approached him even more gingerly than before.
Miles looked up and his eyes flickered to Wilbur who was breaking out his camera again.
"I hate to ask but it would be remiss if I didn't..." Hank said. "Could we possibly take another picture? With your... erection... for the sculpture?"
The other artists smiled and smirked. Each of them wondering if the boy would let himself be photographed like that.
"Miles is a consummate professional, Hank," Mr Wainwright asserted. "I'm sure he won't let you down."
Miles felt back into a corner now.
"I guess I don't mind," Miles agreed tentatively.
Fuck!
Miles couldn't believe this was happening! The first time he modelled naked and people he knew were here, he'd got an erection and now a man was taking photos of him with his massive cock moist with precum as Wilbur sucked on it...
Ok, the last part was a fantasy but the ret was true.
"Great. Could I ask you to stand up?" Hank asked. "Yor penis will be a separate section..."
"It would have to be," Brady joked.
There were several guffaws around the room.
"Remember we discussed the sculpture being printed in sections?" Wilbur helpfully reminded Miles.
"I remember," Miles replied.
"Cool. Take a step forward, please," Wilbur said as he aimed his camera.
Miles felt naked... well, he was naked. He felt exposed... again, he was. Miles felt like every eye in the world was looking at his totally nude body.
"I hate to ask, Miles but..." Wilbur said.
He didn't. He didn't hate to ask. He was delighted by what he was about to ask. He hoped the boy would do it too.
"Could you make sure that thing of yours is totally hard?" Wilbur asked.
"What do you mean?" Miles replied with dread.
"Just give it a little wank," Wilbur suggested.
Brady and Alan giggled like schoolboys. The others watched on with fascination.
"Give it a little wank?" Miles repeated.
Wilbur nodded.
Miles wasn't sure why it was necessary – he was still achingly hard despite not playing with it. Miles had hoped it would go down by itself and didn't know why he was still so hard. Embarrassedly, Miles looked at his audience and blushed with shame. Why was he ashamed when he had such an enviable cock?
Alan and Brady's eyes widened and their mouths gaped.
Miles reached down and wrapped his hand around the head of his dick. Stroking the sensitive head, Miles peeled the foreskin back and forth; he could feel the ridge of the head beneath his palm and it was all very exciting.
Miles closed his eyes as he slid his right hand down the shaft until he could feel his balls against his pinkie. Then the teenager gripped the top of the shaft with his left hand and started stroking dual handed.
"He needs two hands to wank that thing?" Micah, the Starbucks guy, commented.
"You'll need to put extra cream in his frappe next time," Gordon, the nurse, suggested.
"He can add a gallon of his own cream by the looks of it," Carson, the Tesco lad, joked.
"A double shot, I bet," added Keaton, the gardener.
Oh fuck, he was jerking off while people watched.
Miles opened his eyes to see his teachers watching him – unable to take their eyes off him.
Ezra Coleman and Spencer Lumsden could not believe what they were watching. The Year 11 boy had the biggest fucking cock they'd ever seen. They shouldn't be looking; they shouldn't be watching and they definitely shouldn't be hard but my god the teenager was beautiful. They were paying so much attention to Miles that they hadn't noticed what had made Alan and Brady's mouths fall open.
"I can't believe you're letting two teachers watch you masturbate," Alan said scandalously.
"I can't believe you're letting those three guys watch you," Brady added.
Miles head snapped around to the door where he saw three lads in their late teens standing by the open door. Had the door been open the whole time? OMG! They were recording. Realising they'd been caught, Miles heard one of them say "shit" before they all ran off.
"It's ok to let go now," Wilbur said of Miles's cock – totally ignoring the voyeurs.
Mile looked at him – almost forgetting the whole point of playing with himself was to be photographed for a sculpture and not just pervy college lads.
"How long were they there for?" Miles asked desperately.
"Just a minute or two," Brady reassured him.
"Just long enough to watch you grab that third arm of yours," Alan added unhelpfully.
"Miles? Are you ok?" Wilbur asked compassionately.
Miles just nodded and released both hands from his enormous cock. It dropped like a drawbridge and bobbed for few seconds. Then, Wilbur spent a few minutes photographing Miles's erect penis from every angle – the side view included two very plump balls. The top view accentuated the gloriously fat, swollen, and shiny head of Miles's cock. The underside view recorded (in perfect clarity) the nested, inverted Y shape of the sensitive frenulum.
Once Wilbur was done, he thanked Miles again and the boy wasn't sure what to do with himself. Why was he so hard? When he had popped a boner, it had been mortifying but now he's pumped it, Miles just wanted to jerk off. He really wanted to cum now.
CAUGHT WANK HANDED
"Ok Miles? Let's get you into the last pose," Mr Wainwright instructed.
Miles couldn't believe he still had a final pose still to go. The first session of three poses had flown in but this modelling group were exhausting him.
"Like that?" Mr Coleman asked. "Is that really appropriate?"
"Don't be such a prude," Mr Wainwright cautioned the teacher as if he were being immature. "He has an erection. It's no big deal."
"It is a very big deal!" Alan assured the man.
Mr Wainwright pretended not to understand why everyone was so excited.
"If you lie down this time?" Mr Wainwright said.
Miles lay down on the chaise lounge.
"Prop your head and upper body up so we can see your chest and face," Mr Wainwright ordered.
He wanted to reminded Miles of all the details the talented artists would be able to render.
"If you bend your right leg, foot on the seat and knee leaning against the side," Mr Wainwright instructed. "Great. Left leg bent just slightly but flat on the seat. Wonderful."
The result of this movement was that Miles's legs were wide open – his testicles, perineum and ass all within view of the artists in front of him – especially Miles's peers and teachers.
"Miles, put your right hand on your thigh. Thank you," Mr Wainwright said. "And put your left arm behind your head. Lovely."
Lovely because now the fifteen year old's fluffy pit was exposed.
"Great," Mr Wainwright announced. "Keep looking at us."
The final instruction meant that Miles could see the studious concentration of the artists. Miles tried to relax, remembering that he was a model and had posed hundreds of times before. Never like this, but all of this had been a series of unfortunate events.
Right?
Miles had been humiliated by meeting people he knew and who might tell others but had he secretly enjoyed this? How else could he explain being hard? What Miles couldn't explain was why he was so embarrassed by having such a big willy. Tiny dicks were embarrassing but why would someone be embarrassed by a massive cock?
Miles tried not to think about it because it made his cock throb and he felt a bead of precum ooze from the head of his erection. Miles could feel the sweat between his legs too, making him tickly between his ass cheeks. More than anything, Miles wanted to reach beneath his balls and scratch his exposed perineum. However, ever the consummate professional, he remained still until the end of the pose.
"I think we should wrap things up now," Mr Wainwright said and he sounded forlorn about it.
Miles wondered if the man had enjoyed seeing him like this but that was a silly thing to think... wasn't it? Miles had to wonder...
Some of the artists took longer to conclude their work than others and Mr Wainwright didn't rush them. The result was a trickle of departures and some bashful goodbyes to Miles who remained in spread out in his pose and still rock hard.
Qasim, Usher, Gordon and Keaton left first; Gordon resumed giving Keaton advice about the management of urticaria.
"Bye Miles," said Carson as he was the next to go. "See you next time you're in the shop."
Fuck, the next time Miles was in Tesco with his dad, Carson as going to remember seeing him totally exposed. This was degrading.
"See you around Miles," Micah followed Carson. "Your next frappe is on me."
How was he ever going to go into Starbucks again?
Now, six artists and Mr Wainwright remained; the teachers, the boys and the uncle/ nephew pair from the art studio.
"Can I touch it?" Alan asked.
Miles hadn't been paying attention so didn't realise the question was directed at him.
"Miles? Can I touch it?" Alan asked.
The older boy wasn't teasing or mocking – he earnestly wanted permission.
"It?" Miles asked stupidly which earned him a sigh from Alan.
"Dude, can I touch your massive dick?" Alan asked.
"Alan, I don't think you should do that," Mr Coleman said.
The Maths teacher as trying to keep a sense of propriety while Mr Wainwright kept silent on the issue. After all, when he'd slipped Viagra into Miles' water, he had no idea Miles' cock would be so big. Mr Wainwright had been recording every wonderful moment with cameras hidden around the room; boy-on-boy contact would only make it more exciting.
"I guess," Miles said sheepishly.
Miles didn't have much experience in this area and he wanted to feel what it was like for someone else to touch him. Alan was clearly excited and it was only as he approached that Miles reflected he was going to be touched in front of the remaining artists. The experience he craved was going to be much more public than he had intended.
Alan's hand was warm and dry, almost rough even, though the grip itself was subtle. Alan wrapped his hand around the head and lifted the cock.
"Fuck me, it's so heavy," Alan told everyone so Miles blushed again.
The commentary was demeaning. Alan stroked it up and down and stood beside Miles so the exchange was visible to everyone. Alan's stroke stopped near the base of the shaft where he held the cock aloft for all to see in its long and thick, veiny glory.
"Brady, come and feel this fucking thing, it's unreal," Alan invited his friend.
Miles didn't object so Brady, a boy two years ahead of him at school approached and touched the head of Miles's cock with his finger. A sticky strand connected them for a moment and when the precum snapped, Miles felt the slime fall against the side of his cock and onto his thigh.
Brady pulled Miles's foreskin back and the teenager tried not to moan with pleasure. He now had Alan and Brady's hands on his dick! While five other people watched him. His teachers were watching embarrassedly but unable to look away. They were trying to hide their interest in the magnificent sex organ but curiosity about a cock that was nearly nine inches prevented them from averting their gazes.
"I don't suppose you'd mind if we..." Wilbur started to say.
"You," his uncle Hank interrupted emphatically.
"If I touch it too?" Wilbur asked, omitting the recruitment of his uncle who had no interest in playing with a boy cock.
Brady released Miles' erection, which was as hard as ever, and now Miles was getting really fired up. Two boys had been masturbating him! Now a total stranger was going to do it to him too. All the while, Miles reclined back, fuzzy armpit exposed and the gap between his legs revealing his virgin asshole.
Brady's hand left Miles's cock first and then Alan carelessly let it go like a felling tree. It slapped on Miles' inguinal line. It was a wet thud that left a sticky splash of precum which smeared as Miles' cock slid across his skin like a clock running backwards and stopped when it was back to twelve o'clock. The mighty meat rested on Miles' tummy – the head nestled in his bellybutton.
Alan and Bray returned to outside the circle to watch as Wilbur alone took his place. He started by stroking Miles's balls and then wrapping his hand around the base of the shaft. Miles moved up the sex organ slowly, feeling the ridges and the warm hardness of the rigid but pliable erection.
"Gentlemen, are you going to feel it too?" Mr Wainwright asked Ezra and Spencer.
Miles's two teachers looked aghast, affronted, conflicted and deeply tempted.
"Oh... we shouldn't," Mr Coleman said.
"It's ok if you want to," Miles offered.
Miles was now enjoying the attention.
"If you want to touch my penis, it's ok," Miles added meekly.
Inviting two teachers to touch his genitals was scandalous and even better. Wilbur let concluded his caress and, if anything, he was more excited to watch Miles' school teacher do it than he had been to fondle Miles himself.
Mr Lumsden started to approach but Mr Coleman did not. By the time Spencer realised that Ezra really didn't think they should do it, the PE teacher was halfway across the room. Mr Lumsden realised he'd be doing it alone and it was too late to turn back. The PE teacher looked down at the Year 11 boy and this was his final chance to stop. Could he really touch this naked boy who, come Monday, would be back in his school uniform or running about the football pitch at school?
Slowly, Mr Lumsden's fingers started by playing with Mile's pubes. His whole hand moved around to cup Miles's balls and the teenager supressed a moan of pleasure as the man used his grip of Miles's cock to pull the shaft upright. It was too big and heavy to stay straight so the nearly nine inch cock tilted.
The man stroked Miles's cock up and down a few times before Mr Wainwright spoke again.
"Have you ever imagined a schoolboy would have such a big penis?" Mr Wainwright asked Mr Coleman who was watching is partner jerk Miles off.
"I try not to imagine that kind of thing," Ezra gulped.
Mr Lumsden had heard the question too and he was potently reminded of the impropriety.
"Mr Lumsden, do you ever seen boys in the shower after PE who have penises this big?" Mr Wainwright scandalised.
"Oh! No! I mean, I don't look," Mr Lumsden insisted.
"It's very unusual, isn't it? All penises great and small make for a wonderful portrait," Mr Wainwright commented.
"Why don't you come and feel for yourself?" Mr Lumsden suggested as he lay Miles's cock down gently.
A teacher had just jerked him off! OMFG!
"Oh, no. I couldn't possibly," Mr Wainwright protested. "I'm a teacher and Miles is a fifteen-year-old boy. I can't go fondling a school kid."
The colour drained from Spencer's face as what he'd just done was humiliatingly and scandalously articulated. Mr Wainwright enjoyed it enormously and clearly Miles did too because his dick hopped without even being touched.
GAY STUFF
"Miles," Mr Wainwright said definitively. "Why don't you go back to my office for your things. I'll give you a lift home. Brady and Alan will go with you."
"Oh... no, that's ok," Miles decided.
"Miles, your robe is still in the office," Mr Wainwright pointed out as he handed the office key to Brady. "They should go with you to keep you safe."
"Yea, come on. We'll protect you," Alan said impishly.
Miles slipped his flipflops back on and followed the older boys to the door.
"Mr Wainwright, wouldn't it be easier for you to go back to your office and get me my robe?" Miles suggested hopefully.
"Miles, I run a busy class. I have things to wrap up here," Mr Wainwright replied reasonably. "The college will be almost empty by now. Don't be so timid and shy."
Don't be so timid and shy.
Walk around the college totally naked.
With your massive hard cock pointing straight out.
Miles stepped into the corridor and was nervous as he followed Alan and Brady. He was so fucking hard! All Miles wanted to do was jerk off. As they stepped out of the seminar room, the corridor was thankfully empty but instead of going left towards the main stairwell, Alan turned right.
"Aren't we going this way?" Miles asked.
"The main stairs are probably busier," Alan said reasonably.
Alan was not well known for being reasonable so it was a little unsettling. The main stairs might be busier, but as Mr Wainwright said Newton Mavity College would be almost empty by now. The main stairwell was closer to the seminar room on this floor and Mr Wainwright's room on the third floor. Thus, walking the length of the corridor to get to the stairs at the corner stairwell would actually take longer because they'd need to walk all the way back once they got to the third floor.
The seminar rooms appeared to be empty but the well-lit corridor with its educational appearance made Miles feel very exposed. He was a barefoot and bare naked fifteen year old and someone could see him at any moment.
However, no-one did.
Entering the stairwell, Miles noticed the glass collum of the corner stairwell looked out over the campus and anyone who looked up might see his mooning ass as he ascended. The three teenagers climbed the stairs quickly and Miles had half expected Brady and Alan to delay the journey to embarrass him further. In truth, they would love to expose the twink but more, but they wanted to be alone with him in the office.
The door into the third floor corridor opened just as they got to the landing and Miles recognised the young man who stepped through it. It was the man Mr Wainwright had called Tony. The one who had seen Miles in his robe and glimpsed the dangle between his legs.
Tony looked up and nearly fell over when he saw Miles was totally naked and hard. Miles hadn't even covered up as he walked.
"Oh my fucking god!" Tony said.
Brady and Alan giggled and shuffled around Tony, stepping into the corridor, before turning to watch how Miles reacted to getting caught. The man couldn't believe how big Miles's cock was. How massive it was.
"You really are a sexy fucker," Tony repeated his earlier compliment.
"I really am fifteen," Miles reminded him.
"I should call security," Tony thought out loud.
"I'll let you touch it if you don't," Miles said.
Being touched earlier had been exciting and Miles had to admit being young and hung and full of cum appeared to be very appealing to men; Miles liked the way men looked at him now.
"Fuck! You could really hurt a guy with this thing," Tony said as he grasped the shaft.
His hand wrapped around the base of the shaft and Miles's balls, which he tugged until his fingers slipped onto the shaft. Tony stroked Miles from root to head and felt the wetness of precum on his palm as he swiped over the gooey head.
"I need to go," Miles said breathlessly.
Miles loved masturbating but other people doing for him was magnificent. Miles was sexually naïve – he'd never had sex top or bottom, never had or given a blowjob and never even engaged in mutual masturbation. The interest of boys and men was something of a revelation.
Miles stepped around Tony who let go of Miles's cock but turned to look at the teenager's tight, virginal ass. It was small and peachy and if Tony could have buried his face or his dick in it, he would have. Instead, Miles left the door swing closed and the last thing Tony heard was the lads laughing about their friend's exposure.
Entering Mr Wainwright's office, Miles felt safe at last. He went to his back and opened it, removing his clothes and setting them on the desk.
"Can we see you cum?" Alan asked.
Miles turned to face him – surprised and flattered once again.
"You want to watch me... do that?" Miles asked coyly.
"Dude, if you let us watch, we'll do anything," Brady proposed.
"What if I wanted to watch you guys do stuff?" Miles asked.
"Oh, gay stuff?" Alan asked. "No problem."
Miles was wrong footed. He'd assumed their attention so far had been mischievous and borderline bullying. Were they actually attracted to him?
"Let's level with each other," Brady said. "I'm gay and Alan is bisexual and we're going out."
"We're on again, off again boyfriends," Alan explained.
"On again, off again... on again," Brady clarified.
Brady and Alan shared a look as if agreeing they were currently on. Meanwhile, it occurred to Miles that Brady was not out at school. Alan hadn't been out at school too. Miles wasn't out at school. Since none of them wanted to be outed at Chase Foundling High School, what happened in the office would stay in the office.
"Cool," Miles replied.
Alan and Brady leaned into each other and started kissing. It was intense to watch up closer, their lips locked in a moist exchange; slightly parted as tongues flicked out, dipping in and out of each other's mouths. Miles took a hold of his cock and started stroking. Stepping backwards, he lowered himself onto a two seater sofa and looked up at the older boys.
Miles stroked up and down the length of his bloated, rock-hard erection. He used his left hand near the base of the rod to steady it and swiped the head and upper shaft with his right hand.
Alan and Brady finally broke and watched Miles with interest.
"Have you ever had a blowjob?" Alan asked.
Alan really was a tactless young man.
"No... I dunno if I'm ready for that," Miles admitted.
He was naked and hard and masturbating but not ready for a guy to suck him? Miles felt inadequate.
"That's cool," Brady said. "How about a kiss? On the dick?"
"Yea," Miles grinned.
Alan and Brady knelt on either side of Miles's knees and the teenager gripped his cock, one above the other, with two inches girthy shaft protruding above the four fingers. The head was glistening. Alan and Brady leaned in and pursed their lips, meeting either side of Miles's dick. The feeling of lips on the head of his willy was amazing; Alan and Brady kissed with wet excitement and tongues once again lashing out and sweeping.
This time the tongues were licking Miles's massive cock.
"You want to watch us sucking?" Alan asked.
Miles nodded enthusiastically. Alan and Brady looked at each other and then raised their right fists, shaking them three times before both coming away with scissors. Miles thought it was cute that the pair communicated without even needing to speak.
The ran the game three more times before Brady won and stood up. Brady unzipped and pulled his dick from his trousers. It was already hard – from kissing his boyfriend and watching the massive dicked teenager pleasure himself.
Brady's dick was six inches and half of it disappeared into Alan's mouth a moment later. Miles continued to stroke himself as he watched the older boy getting sucked off. The sight of it in reality was different from porn. The noises, the smell, the sight of male-male pleasure was amazing. Miles almost forgot he'd been naked for the last four hours.
The slurping noises and then the slapping of cock on tongue was making Miles very horny but he tried to slow down. Miles had been on the edge of orgasm for a while now but he didn't want to burst his nut until the blowjob was over.
As Alan sucked Brady's cock, he rooted around to open his jeans, unbuttoning and unzipping. Miles could see a mighty bush inside Alan's jean as the underpants were pulled down under his scrotum to reveal a six and a half inch penis. It was fully hard and Alan yanked on it while orally pleasuring Brady.
Brady put his hands on Alan's head and played with his hair and ears. Finally, getting close, Brady turned back to Miles.
"Can we finish on you?" Brady asked.
"Finish?" Miles repeated.
Did he mean...
"Can we cum on you?" Alan asked bluntly, his mouth just an inch from Brady's cock.
"Yea... I guess..." Miles said.
It sounded exciting and messy and fun.
Alan stood up and he and Brady both started stroking enthusiastically. They stepped as close as they could to Miles, who was still sitting on the sofa, who looked up at them with an impending sense of excitement. Miles had cum on himself a few times, obviously. However, this would be different – other boys would splash his body with jizz and it was really very exciting.
When the rain of spunk started it was surprisingly hot, fast and fluid. Brady managed to launch some on Miles's face but only the first shot – the rest landed on Miles's hairless chest. Alan blasted five volleys of cum on Miles's naked chest and abdomen.
"That was amazing!" Alan said.
"Yea, that was great. You should cum on yourself," Brady added.
They both stepped back, putting their dicks away and leaving Miles feeling more exposed. More exposed? He was the only one who had ever been naked. Maybe it was because he'd seen their dicks and he had their cum on him. Now, Miles was returned to a CMNM situation and the clothed males were offering him their complete attention.
Alan looked at his watch and Miles wondered how late it was. He'd need to get home soon.
Miles resumed jerking off, stroking and smearing his own precum over the spongy head of his dick. Miles parted his legs slightly and put his left arm behind his head to expose his sweet, mousy armpit.
He was close.
He was very close.
Miles hadn't even realised his eyes were closed but he was panting and moaning, lifting his ass to thrust into his fist as he was seconds away from cumming. Then he heard the office door open.
"You can come in now," Alan said.
Who can come in?
Miles had opened his eyes and looked towards the door and realised he had been tricked by Alan. In stepped his two teachers from Chase Foundling High School who realised too late that they too had been tricked. The masturbating Year 11 boy was too close to stop and so Mr Coleman and Mr Lumsden bore witness as their fifteen year old student ejaculated a heavy load from his nine inch cock.
The first shot hit Miles in the (right) eye.
The second shot landed wholly in Miles' open mouth.
The third shot hit his chin.
The fourth and fifth shot splashed on his chest.
The sixth and final shot of cum oozed luxuriously into Miles's bellybutton.
Much too late, the mortified Miles used both hands to try and cover his discharged cock. It was too big to be covered by hands so he used his forearms to conceal the massive dick which was reasting across his left hip.
"We came to tell you we're sorry for seeing you like that in the art room," Mr Coleman said.
"Yes," Mr Lumsden agreed less convincingly.
"Thank you, sirs," Miles replied shamefaced.
Mr Coleman turned and left the room.
"That was not cool," Mr Coleman admonished Alan as he departed.
Mr Lumsden watched his partner go but before following, he offered Miles a hand.
"I really am sorry," the teacher said.
Miles felt like he had no choice but to take the proffered hand so he stood up to shake his PE teacher's hand. Miles felt his own, Alan and Brady's cum sluicing down his body. Miles stretched out his right hand and grasped Mr Lumsden's. Too late, Miles realised his school teacher was now close enough to smell the cum as well as feel the slime all over his hands. Miles gave up trying to cover himself and simply exposed himself to the teacher who was only arm's length away.
Mr Lumsden slipped his hand from Miles's grip – which wasn't hard because it was lubricated with boy juice. He gave Miles one last up and down look of total amazement (how could a boy have a nine inch cock?) and then left the room to find Ezra.
Mr Lumsden waited until he was out of sight before licking his hand.
SUBTITLE
"That was brilliant!" Alan said.
"That was humiliating," Miles corrected him.
"It was hilarious," Brady asserted.
"I'm so embarrassed," Miles muttered.
"Oh, you think that was hilarious and embarrassing?" Alan asked.
Alan stepped across the room, grabbed a plastic bag and raced out of the room. Brady followed him. Miles was bewildered and took too long to realise he'd been tricked yet again. The plastic bag had his clothes in it. Miles looked in his schoolbag where he hoped to find something to cover his dignity but it was empty.
Now Miles was stranded butt naked and covered in cum.
Miles rooted around the office for a few minutes to try and find some clothes, disturbing Mr Wainwright's computer in the process but all that came on was the lock screen. Miles wasn't sure how long passed when his schoolbag emitted a ringing noise. His phone was still there!
MR WAINWRIGHT
"Hello?" Miles answered.
"Miles, are you planning to come downstairs? I can't wait all night," the Art teacher said.
Miles had forgotten Mr Wainwright had offered to take him home.
"Oh... yea... the only problem is," Miles tried to think how to word what had happened. "Alan and Brady have pranked me and taken my clothes."
"Oh," Mr Wainwright chuckled. "Well I'm parked in the drop off point right outside the main entrance."
"Right. So can you bring me something up?" Miles implored.
"I really don't have anything to give you and I can't wait much longer Miles," Mr Wainwright said reasonably. "Just come down as you are. The building is nearly empty."
Nearly empty was not the same as actually empty.
"I'm leaving in five minutes, Miles," Mr Wainwright said. "If you want to call your dad I'm sure he'll collect you and bring you clothes."
Miles did not want his dad seeing him like this.
"I'll be right down," Miles said tersely.
Miles slung his schoolbag over his shoulders and left the office. He didn't have the key so he just closed the door and walked briskly down the corridor. He peeked into the main stairwell, which was empty, and walked down to the ground floor without meeting anyone. Miles stepped out of the stairwell and into a short corridor that ran along the back of the main atrium.
Entering the main atrium of the Newton Mavity College, Miles became aware of people. Lots of people.
There was about two dozen students there and when they saw him, they stared open mouthed at the big dicked teen. It wasn't 8.8 inches anymore but post-orgasm it was still a fat floppy eight inches swinging between his legs. The awestruck students couldn't believe the beautiful boy was naked. Was that cum on his chest? Why wasn't he covering up? It hadn't even occurred to Miles to cover up – after all, covering one's bits was not something a life model usually did.
Miles walked towards the front door, face burning with humiliation, and the crowd parted like he was radioactive. Miles walked out of the main doors and into the dark, cold January night.
The students were still stunned and perturbed and presumed it was a prank of a social media thing.
Miles walked as quickly was he could towards the waiting car; pulling the handle, Miles got into the passenger seat and pulled on his seatbelt. Mr Wainwright just looked at him for a moment.
"Is that ejaculate?" Mr Wainwright asked with the question left hanging.
"Yes," Miles replied.
"...you just got all over my seatbelt?" Mr Wainwright continued.
"Sorry," Miles blushed and didn't know if cum would wash off a seatbelt.
Mr Wainwright sighed and pulled away, setting off to take the teenager home.
"Did you enjoy today's session?" Mr Wainwright asked.
Miles had to think about it. Now he was coming down from the excitement of modelling and the ecstasy of orgasm, he was cold and felt small. He sat with his hands in his lap, fully aware of the streets outside and the curio of him being shirtless (naked) in a car in January.
"Yea, I think so," Miles replied.
Miles also had to think about it because standing up for himself was scary but for all his youth and appearance of timidity, Miles wasn't a doormat and didn't like being treated like an idiot.
"Did you enjoy it?" Miles asked and looked at the man as he stopped at traffic lights. "Did you get everything you wanted?"
Miles could hear Mr Wainwright's silence as loud as a voice.
"What do you mean?" Mr Wainwright asked neutrally.
"You recorded me modelling," Miles said – returning his gaze forward as the car moved forward too.
"What makes you think that?" Mr Wainwright asked mildly but admitting nothing.
When Miles had disturbed Mr Wainwright's computer, the lock screen had come up with the media controller in the bottom right of the screen. The title of the media playing was Miles Art Cam 01.
"If you recorded my boner in the Art room, just wait until you see what happened in your office," Miles replied without answering.
Mr Wainwright was intrigued but kept his face impassive.
"Yes Miles, I recorded everything that happened in the art room. Perhaps I should have told you..." Mr Wainwright conceded.
"Perhaps you shouldn't have put Viagra in my water," Miles responded.
Fuck!
Mr Wainwright was equally impressed and worried that Miles had figured that out.
"Why would I..." Mr Wainwright started to say.
"Please don't lie," Miles snapped.
"If you're mad at me, you can always walk home," Mr Wainwright joked.
Miles actually laughed. Realising he had been recorded had shocked him but had it really surprised him? Miles had totally guessed about the Viagra but it had made sense. Arousal at exposure was simply not a problem Miles had. Mr Wainwright behind it all made sense.
"It's ok. It was... fun..." Miles admitted his laugh became a chuckle.
"You liked getting an erection in front of all those people?" Mr Wainwright asked scandalously.
"Did you make sure I'd know so many of them?" Miles asked.
Students from his school, people from local shops and stores and across the community... his teachers. Miles knew it was possible when he chose to model at the local college, he might recognise some people; however, he suspected careful arrangement had gone into the composition of his first nude modelling session.
"Just lucky," Mr Wainwright claimed.
"My teachers saw me naked," Miles said gloomily. "And with a hard-on."
Mr Wainwright laughed out loud and after a few seconds, Miles chuckled.
"And ejaculating?" Mr Wainwright asked, and Miles nodded. "That must have been embarrassing."
"So, did you get everything you wanted?" Miles asked again.
"It depends. What do you think I wanted?" he replied.
"To humiliate me?" Miles asked.
Mr Wainwright shrugged – that was the kind of thing he enjoyed.
"Are you going to sell naked pictures of me?" Miles asked – sounding his age.
Mr Wainwright stopped the car.
"Do you get lots of money for pictures of boys with big dicks?" Miles asked seriously.
Mr Wainwright turned in his seat and looked at the naked teenager.
"You want more money?" Mr Wainwright asked bluntly.
"I want more modelling," Miles answered. "But yes, also more money."
Miles had started modelling because he was pretty and money was tight at home. He was comfortable exploiting his beauty for money.
"Ok," Mr Wainwright agreed and set off again. "There are some clothes under your seat."
Miles shook his head - Mr Wainwright was not the man Miles thought he was. He was tricksy. Miles lifted his feet to slip them into shorts and gave an eyeful to a cyclist. Hairless, bare boy legs and then a big flaccid dick. The cyclist would never be sure if it was cum all over the boy's chest.
Miles pulled on a t-shirt that was immediately messed by the jizz on his chest. Miles was now adequately dressed as Mr Wainwright turned into Miles's street.
"Miles?" Mr Wainwright started. "How would you feel about modelling with someone else?"
"Another big dicked teen?" Miles asked with a cheeky grin.
"No," Mr Wainwright replied amicably. "The opposite. Quite the opposite."
END OF CHAPTER FIVE
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