“Colin stop moving, your fellow classmates are trying to draw you,” Mr. Randal said as he class model, Colin, fidgeted yet again in the middle of the room. Colin sighed and went still. Mr. Randal came up with the wonderful idea of getting the students to draw one of their own classmates today…naked. Each class drew straws and the shortest one had to strip down and pose for the class period. He liked the eyeful he got from his previous classes and hoped like hell that Colin would draw a short straw. But it didn’t happen. Colin instead was late to class and this was the most suitable punishment. Also with each class he allowed one prop. The tardy redhead’s prop was…a piece of chalk. When the redhead learned of that he started to refuse. Mr. Randal told him the class already decided on the prop and if he had been on time this wouldn’t have happened. Colin looked at the fresh piece of chalk and shook his head. He declined the tiny object since it wouldn’t even begin to cover anything naughty. He grumbled as he stripped while he received wolf whistles from some of his classmates. He climbed up on the table and just sat there until his classmates told him to make a more interesting pose.

After a few tries they settled on Colin sitting Indian-style and leaning back slightly exaggerated on outstretched arms. As he sat there he tried not to think of the parts of his body the others were drawing. Of course the ones facing him got an excellent view of his cock. Some along the side shifted until they got a view of what he was working with. The ones behind only had his back to look at and after a few minutes of grumbling Mr. Randal got Colin to move into a more…pleasing pose. Colin now lay on his left side, his right leg bent to form a triangle, right hand on his hip and his left arm propping his head. The ones behind were now glad that they could see his firm, creamy white ass. Each time he inched his hand toward his cock, Mr. Randal would scold him, the art teacher was quite fond of this position his late student was in. He kept himself behind his students so not to reveal the hard on he was sporting although a few of his students were seen from time to time adjusting themselves.

As soon as the final bell for the day rang Colin was the first to move…until Mr. Randal stopped him.

“Hold it Colin, you got here last, you leave here last. Stay right where you are.”

Colin couldn’t believe what he was hearing. He blinked at his teacher, then sighed.

“Anyone who wants to finish their drawings can stay. I’m sure Colin will be more than happy to accommodate you.”

“How about a new pose since he was taking so much time with the first ones,” spoke one student. The others quickly nodded in agreement. Mr. Randal loved the idea.

“How about him lying down and holdin’ his cock like he’s gettin’ off in the morning,” came another, a chorus of yeses followed.

“Hey that’s not fair!” Colin said.

“It could be worse Colin. They could want one with your cock in someone’s mouth,” Mr. Randal said, a wicked little gleam in his eye.

“Who the hell’s gonna do that?” Colin asked.

“Mr. Randal can do it,” came from another. The class agreed and Mr. Randal shrugged and looked at the outnumbered teen.

“What’s wrong Col, scared you like it?” and the class laughed. Colin’s face started to turn red.

“It’s perfectly natural for one to be aroused in such a state,” Mr. Randal said walking towards the redhead. Colin felt his cock stir at the notion of being in someone’s mouth. His hand went to cover his cock and some giggled.

“Yeah Col, might as well get hard ‘cause we’re waitin’.”

Colin sighed. There was no way he was getting out of this. His classmates were eager to see him in such a pose. He shifted to a sitting position on the edge of the table and spread his legs a bit. He leaned back on his left elbow and took hold of his cock and stroked until he was at full attention for his classmates and teacher to see. He closed his eyes as he heard the murmurs among the shifting chairs as his classmates moved to get a better view. Mr. Randal sat in a chair between his legs, spreading them a bit wider as he watched the teen stroke himself a few more times then stopped. Colin opened his eyes when he felt Mr. Randal’s hands come to his thighs.

“Ready?” Mr. Randal asked.

“Do…I really have to-,”

“Yes!” came the class.

“I’ll just take your head,” Mr. Randal said moving towards the teen’s hard thick eight and a half inches. He stopped mere centimeters from the plump head, “Oh, if you feel like calling my name, call me Kevin,” the class snickered as Colin rolled his eyes at his teacher.

“Just…do it,” Colin said grumpily. Kevin parted his lips and took the juicy head of his student inside. At the initial reaction Colin’s hips bucked slightly and his head fell back. Colin rested back on his elbows and listened to the scratching of pencils on paper as his classmates were undoubtedly drawing his cock leading up to Kevin’s mouth. He sat there and tried not to think about the warm wet mouth his tip was enclosed within. He didn’t want to think about the tongue that was still underneath his head, how he could feel the very texture of it as it lay against him. He could feel a bead of precum travel down his slit and stop right where the tongue met his head just below his slit. He felt more join the first and wondered how his art teacher was not tempted to lick at the foreign flesh in his mouth. Then it happened, the tongue moved.

Colin fought the urge to moan as he felt Kevin’s tongue move from left to right beneath his head. He was glad his eyes were closed because they surely would have closed when Kevin moved. The tongue then moved up and down over his slit and he strained his jaw muscles to keep from opening his mouth and letting out a heavy groan. The tongue moved slowly, wiping away the drizzle of cream coming from Colin. Once the tongue began to move faster, so did Colin’s breathing.

“Can…you guys…hurry…the fuck up,” he said careful not to let a moan slip out between the words. Kevin’s tongue was now drawing circles around his slit, occasionally stabbing at the small opening. The tongue went back to swiping over his slit and Colin couldn’t hold back the moan. His moan grew louder as he felt one of Kevin’s hands sneak between his legs and fondle his sac. His body started trembling in his quest not to thrust himself further into his teacher’s mouth.

Kevin continued the onslaught on Colin’s steadily leaking cock, his hand rolling the heavy balls of his student while the other was unzipping his fly and relieving some pressure on his own hard piece of flesh. Among Colin’s moaning the art teacher heard the same sounds of zippers coming down. He reached inside and took out his own cock and stroked steadily, not caring if his students were paying attention to him or not. He heard a few other soft moans as indeed other students were relieving their own erections. Out of the corner of his eye he saw that a few students had put down their sketch pads and were openly stroking themselves, others were gripping their cocks while still trying to draw the erotic sight before them. Kevin went back to circling Colin’s head as he reached a bit further past the scrumptious balls to that puckered hole. Once he reached it Colin’s hips bucked and more of his thick tube entered Kevin’s mouth.

Colin gave up on resting on his elbows and lay down on the table. He spread his legs wider when he felt Kevin’s fingers move towards his hole and thrust into his mouth when he made contact. Colin was not caring about his classmates anymore, he wanted to blow his load in this wet heaven that surrounded his head. His feet came to rest on Kevin’s thighs and he began thrusting. He buried his hands in the teacher’s black hair as he fucked his mouth. He vaguely heard the sounds of his classmates moaning from the sight and didn’t bother to open his eyes. He knew they were getting off on his. He let out a mild gasp as he felt another mouth close over his right nipple, sucking hard. He didn’t care, it felt too good. He turned his head to the right and opened his eyes to see his classmates were in various stages of getting off. In his immediate line of sight he saw two of them jerking each other’s cocks and kissing madly. To the left of them, one was staring at the movement of his hips and stroking in time with him, his mouth open in silent moaning. Colin felt his end coming close and thrusted faster into his teacher’s mouth, the vibrations of Kevin’s moaning helping to drive him further. The one sucking on his nipple was now teasing his left and Colin couldn’t hold back any more. A cry ripped from his lips as he poured into Kevin’s mouth. He felt Kevin swallow each spurt as somehow his index finger made it’s way inside him and was moving around. All around him he heard others reaching their peaks and the sounds of cum landing on the floor, a few drops actually landing on him. He didn’t care, he got off and that’s what he wanted. He felt Kevin shudder since he didn’t release his cock and knew that his art teacher was blowing his load. He then felt the teacher’s head rest against his thigh and he petted it absently as he listened to the other thirteen members of his sixth period art class orgasm. ‘Maybe it was a good thing I was late today,’ he thought and smiled.