"Is he ready?" A youngish woman asked after sticking her head through the cracked door. Jon shoved his hands over his crotch, though his underwear held down his stiff dick well enough that it didn't matter.
"I think so, Misses Novak" Karen said over her shoulder. She turned back to Jon and gave him a smile. "Just relax and try not to move too much."
"I'll take it from here Ms. Black. Please go set up and I'll make sure you have an excellent view of your boyfriend." Both of them blushed, but Karen didn't say anything or deny it. Karen headed out of the room as the teacher entered. She grabbed a robe from a hook and Jon snatched it from her grasp, earning a bit of a smile from her.
"You do need to relax, otherwise you're going be in for an awful hour," she said. "Now, I want you to be comfortable, but you'll need to be as still as possible. So be honest: Is there any position that you wouldn't want to be in for an hour?"
"I'll be seated right?" Jon asked as he wrapped himself in the robe. It only just reached his thighs, barely covering his ass. He tugged on the back, hoping for a little more coverage for a little longer. She nodded. "And I can keep my underwear on?"
"Yes," Novak said. "In fact, it might work out better that way." Her eyes ran over his body before offering another smile. "If you feel uncomfortable at any time, let me know, and we'll take a short break. Okay?"
He nodded again, and with his affirmative, she turned and headed toward the door. He followed her, desperately hoping that Karen's wish worked.
About sixteen people were already setting up, with a few more stragglers milling about. They all stopped and stared, and for a moment, he wondered if the wish worked. Except none of them laughed and he breathed a little easier. Of course, he'd really know once he took off the robe, but he figured he looked pretty ridiculous already.
"Alright, class, please take your seats," Novak said. Jon glanced at the faces, and although he knew them, he wasn't friends with anyone other than Karen, which was really lucky for him. "Jon here has graciously decided to model for us. Remember, this is art, and this is serious. Anyone who laughs or makes fun of him will receive a detention - even if you aren't in my class anymore. Understand?"
"Yes Misses Novak," the class chorused. Jon caught Karen's wink and offered her a smile in return.
"Now Jon, I want you to sit here for a moment," she said. He moved toward the stool, letting feeling his cushion meet the purple one already on it. He shuffled a bit, trying to get comfortable. Already, the robe had ridden up, and he tried hard not to think about any of this.
"Good, good." Novak walked around him for a moment. "Okay, can you lift one leg up and hold it to you?"
"Like this?" Jon lifted his right leg and hugged it to his chest. His left dangled on the stool, catching a rung. His underwear seemed to move a bit deeper, giving him the feel of a massive wedgie but he tried to ignore.
"Hmmm." Novak took another walk around and then stopped in front of him. "I'm going to touch you right now, just a couple quick movements. Is that okay?" He glanced at KAren before nodding.
Novak took his head and pushed it down to rest against his held knee. She then turned him so he was facing Karen, getting another smile as she started to set things up for herself.
"Think you can hold this position for an hour?"
"Yeah," Jon said. His clitty was still hidden, he thought, and no one was laughing. "I can stop for a break, if I need one, right?"
"Of course," Novak said. "Now remove your robe and they'll all get started." Jon let his leg drop as she turned to face the class. "Remember we are trying to match reality as much as possible. Do not exaggerate or fetishize Jon. This is not a porno. This is art." He dropped the robe to the floor and quickly got back into position.
Jon found Karen's eyes and focused on them for a moment. He'd try and relax, to hold in the need to play with himself again. Just as he got into position, his clitty popped out of the thong, and before he could get a chance to fix it, or even ask, Novak spoke again.
"Begin."
