Have I ever mentioned my time as a nude model? It was an accident. I was between classes, walking around the sprawling campus when I discovered — under a huge white tent — one of those artsy-fartsy wine and cheese events sponsored by the Faculty of Arts. On display were a variety of works. I'd paused to admire an acrylic landscape as SHE walked up to me.
"Paul? Hey... I didn't know you were enrolled here. How are you?"
Linda was an associate professor and taught Life Drawing. We shared a bushel of laughs, and while sipping glasses of Pinot Grigio... she asked me the question.
"You know, we're always looking for a few good men. I'm doing a class on Croquis — it's quick-sketch — and I'm short of male models. Feel like lending me a hand? We'll pay you?" She laughed.
The wine had hypnotized my vocal chords, and what should have sounded like "No way," came out like, "Sure, I'll give it a try. What do I have to do?"
Linda was delighted and spent the next moments telling me what to expect and how to pose. She generally described the classroom protocol: hers was a small group of about twelve students. I asked questions about nudity and — my biggest concern — the potential for arousal. Linda assured me that I shouldn't fret.
"And Paul, if it happens, don't worry, it's natural. You might even get a tip."
I was still laughing as Linda walked away and waved. Then, the wine wore off, and I thought — "What the fuck did I just agree to?"
For the next few days, that's ALL I could think of. That night, I started lifting weights (again) and doing push-ups and sit-ups. After two days of strenuous workouts — there was no difference. I'd also trimmed hair... from key parts of my body. Friday morning came, and the butterflies twirling in my stomach began to choke my throat.
The Arts Building is an imposing structure. Eight stories of incredible talent framed everywhere... and the place was teeming with eager students. I had to ask someone where the sketch studio was. The attractive young woman with the dimples and the short skirt smiled and replied, "No problem, I'm going to that class — I'll take you there."
We rode the elevator together — she smelled and looked fabulous. Where is the saltpeter when you need it?
I poked my head into that spacious workshop, the way a nervous dog might look at a freshly waxed floor.
The classroom was gradually filling up with a variety of wannabe artists. The easels were scattered about a small stage, where a wooden chair and a neatly folded gray blanket sat. My heart was pounding — I was startled when she spoke.
"Oh, Paul. Good, you're here early. The changing room is at the back and we'll start in about fifteen minutes, alright?"
Linda's voice was reassuring — but my face was still ashen. I had to excuse myself and squeeze around 'short-skirt' woman and into that room. Her eyes widened as I brushed by and closed the door. Silence and momentary relief greeted me.
I took off my shoes, socks, shirt, pants, and FINALLY my boxers — and stood naked facing a full-length mirror. The floor was ice-cold under my bare feet. Heck, the whole room was freezing — shrinkage had taken hold of my 'little friend'.
I knew HE wasn't supposed to show interest, but for fuck's sake, was HE supposed to be INVISIBLE? Somewhere between modesty and pride would have been a great mix.
I was preening and gently arranging something when two quick raps on the door were followed with a swift entrance by Linda. She glanced at me, smiled, and, without skipping a beat, said, "We're ready for you. Where's your bathrobe?"
Shit, I'd forgotten that cloak. I stood in front of Linda, like that guy in Midnight Express.
"No problem. There's a towel in that drawer there." And she pointed dangerously close to where something of mine, tried to dangle. "Don't be nervous, you'll be fine. Two minutes, OK?" And she left.
I wrapped the towel tightly around my waist, took a deep breath and stepped through the threshold into that studio. THIRTY pairs of eyes turned to watch as I walked towards the stage. Linda had said there'd be twelve — had someone publicized this fucking event? To top it off, the WHOLE damn class was jammed with women.
I avoided their stares and focused on my chair. My 'short-skirt' friend had taken that easel right up front and watched as I stepped onto my stage. Her eyes slowly lowered their gaze... as I dug my thumbs onto my hips... and prepared to drop my towel...
Can you imagine how everything unfolded?
I had some... "ahem"... interesting moments, but would quickly bite my tongue — as hard as I could.
After the class 'short-skirt' woman approached, introduced herself as Kim, and asked me how long I'd been a nude model. I was still tightening that towel around my waist as I thought of what to say. Kim invited me for a coffee so she could hear more. I suggested I put on some clothes first.
She laughed... and agreed. 😂
My career as a nude model didn't last long. I did Linda a few more favours before I retired my towel. It was fun, and I was getting the "hang" of things. And the upside was that I started to work out again.
But I'll tell you... there were always butterflies in my stomach as I'd first walk out into the studio. 😶
Would you pose nude — for a crowd?
NOTE: Posing nude for a man HAS to be more difficult than for a woman. I also realized that it's not about having a perfect body; it's about accepting yourself for who you are... with all your flaws. I have a few.
... a model who knew what she was doing...
... this is me — more or less — practicing a pose...
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Oh My! I LOVE Jensen Ackles from Supernatural and is so damn hot Hun. Would have loved to be in that class watching you pose in the Buff. I had been asked here by a friend who was in an art class if I would ever think about posing but turned them down..reat story Hun..xoxo
You know who that is? And here I thought no one would recognize him. Goes to show you that I don't watch the show. Lol... 😂
Thanks for popping in at this early hour. My favourite time of the night.😎
Ugh... if YOU had been there (trying to distract me), I most surely might have bitten my tongue off while trying to ... "ahem"... stay in control. 😲😂
Nope! I am way too shy to pose nude for a crowd. Yikes! LOL
Gotcha...
I'm not a huge fan of crowds, either. 😶
Sounds like a good experience. Danger of room being too cold. Work out for 2 days won't do much. Could have wound up with admirers who would pay for some wine. Had been asked in a University to do same thing you did. Conflict in schedule, so not available to do. Holding the poses almost perfectly still seemed like would be difficult. At another point I received a letter from Playgirl, yet I had no idea if real or if someone playing a gag.
Thankfully, this class was called "quick sketch, " and the poses I held were for no longer than two or three minutes.
But you're right. I was not trained in anything longer. 😂
@Paulxx001 think class at my U. Was Figure drawing and we're to hold a pose
It's incredible 😍😍
It certainly is. 👍
@Paulxx001 I wish got professors like that wooow it's amazing time with her and in the class too as model between colleagues after that Kim it's wonderful
...what should have sounded like "No way," came out like, "Sure, I'll give it a try. What do I have to do?" I'm pretty certain this is how I ended up at a nudist camp.
After all the HNW pictures I've posted, I'm fairly certain I could be an artists model. If someone wanted me.
That nudist camp idea sounds like a classic. I think, if everyone was nude... I'd be able to handle that — after a day or so. 😲😂
Of course, someone wants you.
Unfortunately, some of those artists live hundreds of miles away. 🤗
@Paulxx001 That nudist camp threw me right into the deep end ... 20 minutes after we got there it was, "Take your clothes off and get on the golf cart for the camp tour!"
@superbjversion2
Well, at least you paraded while sitting.
Sounds like a classic. 😂👍
I think I remember this post of yours, or a similar one, though I believe the images were different. Anyway, it's interesting and exciting
Posing nude is exciting in general, but if it's repetitive, it can get boring. As for your question, you can probably guess my answer: Yes, I've done it. By the way, the feeling of butterflies fluttering in my stomach just before something new and thrilling has always been one I’ve enjoyed.
Good eye: I tweaked a post that was incomplete.
Although my experience was limited, there were always fresh faces. And so true... about those butterflies. I kept going back for them. Lol... 😂🔥
Despite having been nude or partially clothed in a variety of settings, I would not pose nude for a group of ‘painters’. My preference is a private photography session 😊.
Private... now THAT, I can understand. 😂👍🔥
Although, if you held the camera, there'd be NO promise HE'd be shy and shrivelled. 😲
I’d be a great way to get and stay in shape…we all need motivation
Props to motivation. That's so true. I need all the motivation I can get.
Thanks for popping in and suggesting the obvious. 👍
Professional artists are not affected by the nude models they draw or paint. But in a classroom of "wannabes" — who've not yet taken the oath — I had a sense that some ladies sketching me were concentrating a little too much on what was nestled between my legs.
Talking with Kim later, she smiled coyly and admitted she looked more than once... without a piece of charcoal in her hand. I know she wasn't the only one.
I'll say this: trying to display a part of me that was both modest AND proud was a hard job. 😂
... there is definitely a skill to artful posing...