It was very difficult to pull off.

His hair cascaded in waves to just above his shoulders, ending in soft brown ringlets. His skin was lightly beaded with sweat from the heat of the studio lights. I watched as a droplet rolled languidly down his bare chest. His skin was light but nicely tanned. I scanned his body briefly. No tan lines. I smirked inwardly, devising scenarios as to why he wouldn’t have them. I pictured him lying on a nude beach, spreading tanning lotion over his pecs. Running his hands over his muscular arms. Lying down in the sun, letting the rays warm that big dick of his. My cock stirred in my pants again. I shook my head to clear the mental image and set to work again.

The class finally finished, after five agonizing hours and another pose which showed off his fine ass. It was small, tight and round, as hairless as the rest of him. I hurried to gather my supplies and get the hell out of there, trying to ignore the gaggle of girls that were surrounding the model. I turned to leave the room.

“Hey, wait,” said an urgent male voice. To me? I turned around hesitantly to check. The model was looking directly at me. He now had a sheet draped around his hips, and was backlit softly by the studio lights. I fought the urge to pull my supplies back out and draw the image before me.

Then I noticed the girls had dispersed.

The model walked toward me. “I noticed you staring,” he said with a cocky smirk.