Erection In Front of the Whole Class

My wife died three years ago. I miss her. My daughter, who is a psychologist, suggested I get out of the house and start doing things to overcome the grief to some extent. I said "Like what?" She replied, "Well, you always enjoyed drawing, why don't you join an art class?" But I never thought I'd end up naked, with an erection in front of the whole class. Here's the story, exactly as it happened. I found a class that might be ideal. It was offered by the Senior Center, and was a life drawing class with live models. Almost all the students were gray haired, like me. There were 15 people, twelve of which were women. I think I would have preferred men, I was in no mood for flirting anymore. I thought the models would be clothed, but no, they were naked young women, mostly, and occasionally a young man. Evidently, they were college students earning some extra money. The teacher explained that nudes are easier to draw because clothes are difficult, plus we need to have a good understanding of the human form, even when we do draw clothed figures. In my younger days, I would have found the nude models sexy, exciting. Now, they felt like my children. I wanted to take care of them. I didn't want them to have to take off their clothes for an elderly art class in order to make money. But being on Social Security, there wasn't much I could do. I did advise one or two of them on financial matters. Basically, I told them to be more frugal than I had been in my life. I went week after week, and started to enjoy the class more and more. I struck up conversations with the other men, and to my surprise, some of the women, too. Some of us met socially from time to time. One day, the model failed to show up. What good is an art class with nothing to draw? After 20 minute of idle conversation, the teacher suggested that one of us students could be the model. We'd even get paid $30 for the hour. Now, I could use the money, but really! Even though I might have a slight closet exhibitionist tendency, I would never do that, especially in front of this class, my friends. The teacher saw us all turning shades of red, so she quickly explained, "No, I mean model with your clothes on." My hand shot up like a school boy. I could do that. My hand was the only hand, so naturally, she picked me. The first pose was to be sitting kind of sideways in a straight back chair. I took my position, preparing to try to sit still for 15 minutes. One of the women suggested I take off my tie, and open my collar. I complied. Then another suggested I take off my shirt. I don't know why, but I was horrified. And yet, I did it. Go figure! One of the men whispered, "Pants." But it was quiet enough in the room that everyone heard it, and all the women started spontaneously chanting, "Pants, Pants, Pants." I'm sure I blushed. I tried to say something in response. Perhaps something like "No way!," but couldn't manage to say anything. What was that about? While the chanting continued, I went introspective for a moment. Didn't I always want to be naked in front of a group? What a fantasy. Now, here I was, 71 years old. Sure, still thin, and fit as a fiddle, but how much longer might I live? Was this the one chance I'd ever get to fulfill my fantasy? So, instead, in a rather quiet, and almost quivering voice, I said, "Really?" Suddenly, in a gaggle of voices, everyone was encouraging me to take off all my remaining clothing. Oh, why did I have to go and open my mouth? What was I thinking? Yet another part of me was excited. Slowly, reluctantly, I took off my shoes, socks, belt, trousers, and finally, my underpants. There I was in front of all my new friends, naked as the day I came into the world 71 years ago. To my absolute delight, they all offered compliments, saying things such as, "George, you're the fittest person of our age we've ever seen." ad "Without the white beard, we'd think you were 50 years old." I sat back down in the chair, and finished the 15-minute pose. The class took a 10-minute break, and like our young models, I stayed naked, sipping a coffee and talking with Liz and Carol, two of the students. They started teasing me about how hard it must have been to avoid getting an erection. I said, it was nothing. I didn't even think about it. The next pose was to be standing, while leaning in an open doorway - the door of the classroom. (There were no other classes in the building, so I wasn't concerned about anyone seeing my naked ass.) As I was posing there for 15 minutes, with nothing to do but hold still, I started thinking about Liz and Carol talking to me about an erection, and guess what happened? I started to feel like I might have an erection. I immediately felt the horror, and held back with all my might. But it was useless. My penis started to rise right there in front of everyone. There was nothing I could do. As it became very obviously erect, I mumbled "Sorry." Again a gaggle of voices. Again complimentary. They all said they appreciated seeing me hard, and let me know it wasn't out of place or strange in any way. Now, if any of the young male models who had posed here had erected, they might have felt it was inappropriate, but not their old friend, George. After an interminable time, I finished that pose. Another ten minute break, during which my erection continued in all its glory. Interestingly, it was like show-and-tell, in a way. As I stood hoping to converse with one or two of my fellow students, they all gathered around, and made small talk with me. I was an attraction! All my life, I had been nobody, the kind of person no one notices. Now, during those few minutes, I was almost like a celebrity. I was surprised and overjoyed to see that most of the students had recorded the situation accurately and quite artistically, erection and all. The final pose was to be reclining on a blanked laid over a desk. During that pose, my stubborn erection finally went soft. After class, all the students and I stayed a good half-hour. They all said they felt I was brave, natural, well, they all complimented me on my 'performance.' Even the men. Bob said he wished it had been him, and John concurred. When I got back to my apartment, I quickly threw off all my clothes, and masturbated with a crashing orgasm such as I haven't had in years. The next week, I was imagining all sorts of things would happen. Perhaps they'd have me model again instead of one of the youngsters. Perhaps they'd actually ask me to have an erection again. Wouldn't that be something? Or, maybe they'd have one of the other students model. Suddenly, I was interested in sex again. I would love to have seen some of the women in our class pose nude. For instance, Sally. Oh she is a few pounds on the heavy side, but she is lovely. Alice is a looker too, with her long, gray ponytail. Instead, one of the college girls posed for us. Frankly, I would much rather have seen someone our age posing. I guess other members of the class felt the same way, because at the end of the session, after our model had left, the teacher asked for a volunteer to be next week's model. Everyone's hand shot up. The teacher picked Alice. Oh, I can't wait until next week!