“This is a great example of artistic interpretation,” Ms. Lin said. “I really like how the artist used her imagination to depict the models.”
Based on Veronica’s drawing, Clark’s dick looked to be at least three or four times the size of my own.
I was thankful that I sat in the back of the class—my face was red with shame. I looked over at Natalie and she fidgeted awkwardly without making eye contact.
The next drawing was Natalie’s and it was worse than I thought. My character had a dick fully erect but it looked smaller than mine ever had—maybe the size of my thumb. Clark’s by comparison was still soft but incredibly long and thick, just like Veronica’s drawing had been. My erect “boyhood” was completely overshadowed by his manly softie.
“This is another great artistic interpretation,” Ms. Lin said. “And here is our last drawing of the day.”
Nothing that had come before prepared me for this. On the Powerpoint was a drawing of me on my knees, my tiny cock fully erect, licking Clark’s huge dick. My heart stopped and the class was silent.
After what felt like minutes, Ms. Lin broke the silence. “As you can see, different artists have different interpretations of the models. I really like this one’s abstract depiction and creative license. She didn’t just draw the literal scene but used her imagination.”
At the bottom of the canvas was the name Lucy, a cute artsy girl who was sitting next to me in the back of the classroom. I didn’t dare look at her but could almost feel her smile as the class looked at this humiliating drawing.
Ms. Lin turned on the lights. “Luke, would you come to the front of the classroom and tell us about your modeling experiences?”
I froze. There were two problems with this. First, I would have preferred to do anything in the world other than talk about my modeling experiences. Second, my erection was hard as a rock.