Hard Hitter

“Are you crazy!?”

“You do, girl,” she replies. “I’ve met some ‘nice girls’ in my day, but you take the cake. I mean – how has a girl alive today never watched porn?”

“I mean…I’ve seen porn—”

“But you’ve never watched it,” she replies. “There’s a difference.”

“Is there?” I ask.

“There is.” She nods.

“Well, we’re about to go and produce some porn right now, so…”

“Please,” she scoffs. “Figure drawing is not porn, okay? It’s art. And it’s a very important skill for every artist to learn.”

“But it’s naked people,” I counter.

“Oh, shut up,” she laughs. “You’re not going to be drawing some girl getting blasted in the ass by a big black dick, okay!? It’ll probably be some guy who eats too much McDonald’s so we can practice our shading.”

I burst out laughing, blushing simultaneously as I follow her across the Chapel Hill campus to the art building. I still feel nervous as we walk inside; it’s almost like I feel like I don’t belong here. Art has always been a personal thing to me – something I would do alone as a way of getting away from the world and dealing with my emotions. I guess studying it and putting it on display for others is something that I’m going to have to get used to.

“I’m gonna pee real fast,” I tell Martha. “You go in and I’ll be right there.”

“You’re not bailing on me, are you?”

“Of course not.” I smile as I enter the ladies’ room. I don’t actually have to pee; I’m just nervous. I don’t know why. It’s not like I’m the naked person being drawn today. I wet a paper towel and pad my forehead with it, take a few deep breaths as I get my shit together, then head to the classroom. And when I step inside, I see a sight that takes my breath away.

Guy who eats too much McDonald’s my ass!

Sitting on a rectangular white box is the most amazingly good-looking man I’ve ever seen in my life. In fact, he’s more than just good-looking; it’s like he’s been designed to check every one of my boxes in what I’d want if I was to describe my ideal man.

He’s tall, with a chiseled jaw and features that somehow manage to be boyishly handsome and unbearably sexy at the same time. It’s like he could fuck your brains out and then smile and cuddle with you after…

He’s wearing a robe, but I can tell by his posture and his outline that he’s in amazing shape, probably an athlete. He looks up as I enter, and when our eyes meet, it’s like the earth shifts under my feet.

“Class, this is Mr. Jay Moore,” the teacher says. “You may recognize him from one of the games. He is the star hitter on the baseball team and has agreed to be the subject of our figure drawing class today!”

I don’t recognize him, but that’s no surprise. What I don’t know about sports could just about fit inside the Grand Canyon. But what I do know is that Jay Moore is looking at me like he wants to eat me up, and it’s making me feel all fuzzy inside in ways I’ve never felt before.

“Why don’t you have a seat, dear,” the teacher whispers to me, gently guiding me to an open desk. I stumble over myself, causing Jay to grin and me to blush, then slide into my chair, a hot feeling between my legs.

Martha is right: I’m inexperienced and that’s putting it mildly. I’ve always been pretty much afraid of boys and all that stuff. Being by myself with a sketch pad or some paints is where I’m most comfortable. But now I’m flustered – I’m horny as hell and don’t know what to do with Jay’s eyes on me. And when he stands up and slides out of his robe, I really don’t know what to do.

His body is perfect; it’s only right that he’s here posing nude for a figure-drawing class. If I was a sculptor I’d be looking for a piece of marble right now to start carving him out of. His shoulders are broad, tapering down to a broad chest and chiseled abs that I want to lick caramel off of. He has those two lines on either side that point right down to…

…it.

It’s the first penis I’ve ever seen in person, so I don’t know what I’m talking about, but if I had to put money on it, I’d bet that it’s in the top one percent of penises. It’s not fully hard, but it’s getting there. It’s thick and veiny and hangs between his sculpted legs like a hammer.

Maybe I’m just being silly. Maybe I’m letting my inexperience and the way that he’s looking at me take over my rational mind, but all I can think when I look at Jay’s cock is that the reason he’s half-hard is because of me.

Am I crazy?

3

Jay

Have I lost my mind?