I was in a large Super Store wandering the aisles aimlessly. I had no need to hurry and yet felt an urgency for some reason. I had pulled on my shorts, t-shirt, and sandals to be presentable while in the store. Yes, most men my age wear conservative clothes and act respectable. Somehow, that hasn't happened to me yet and I hope it never does. I was smiling to myself, thinking about walking around dressed commando when I heard a nice, cultured voice break into my thinking.

"Pardon me sir, but may I ask you something?" the voice behind me said, causing me to turn and see a man probably in his fifties smiling at me.

"Well, I can't think of anything that would bother me so ask away," I answered, surprising myself and the handsome stranger.

"I noticed you have a tall, slender body for a man your age and look rather good in shorts and t-shirt," he said and continued. "I'm Anton Burton and I teach art at the university. I'm always looking for models. Would you consider posing for my life drawing class?"

"Posing?" I asked, completely off guard and totally surprised.

"I have a difficult time finding older men to pose for my class and the students don't get the opportunity to draw the male body as it matures," he explained. "You would be a good example for them to study and sketch."

"What would I have to do?" I asked, somehow interested in a new adventure in my life.

"Just stand still or sit still for twenty minutes and then take a short break. Then get back in the pose for another twenty minutes."

"Sounds easy. What would I wear?"

"Nothing," he said with a teasing smile.

“Nothing? You mean naked?” I asked as he nodded with raised eyebrows and a devilish smile on his face.

“Nothing means your will be nude”, he added.

"Me, a nude model?" I said, caught off guard completely. "You want a man in his eighties to pose naked in front of a college art class?"

"I would very much appreciate if you would consider it. I know this is a bit of a surprise but there's not a good way to ask a stranger if he'd pose nude in front of twenty young students." By this time we had walked to the doors and stepped outside into the bright sunlight.

"And when would this posing happen?" I asked, feeling a twitch in my shorts at the thought of walking nude into a room of art students.

"I have a class this evening and the model I had scheduled is sick and can't pose. I schedule most of my life drawing classes in the evening when the campus is mostly deserted. There are a few evening classes but not nearly as many as during the day. I really need a model for this evening's class and when I saw you, I thought maybe you'd help me out."

"Today?" I said, thinking I didn't have much time to consider this impromptu new adventure. "You want me to walk in a class of young people without my clothes on today?"

"We provide a robe and you walk in with the robe on. After you get on the podium, you let the robe slide to the floor. The class is used to seeing nude models so they won't be bothered. They hardly think of the model as a person but more of an object to get interpreted on paper."

"Okay," I heard myself say. Gasp! Had I just agreed to posing nude?

"Great!" he said with a big smile and a firm hand-shake. "This is great. I forgot to mention that you'll also be paid for your time."

I drove home smiling to myself as I felt a bit of excitement at the thought of posing totally naked. I loved to be nude and this was taking the joy to the next level for sure. I removed my clothes and stood in front of the full-length mirror. I saw my very mature body for the first time as an artist might find it. I saw sags, wrinkles, scars, moles and a small penis waiting to be exposed.

"So," I said to the man in the mirror," you're going to let a class of college students look at your ancient body without any clothes. What if they laugh when the robe drops?" The old man in the mirror smiled at the thought.

I ate a light dinner, showered, got back into my clothes and drove to the university. I parked in the 'guests' parking as instructed, got out, locked the car and with a bit of dread but also anticipation, I walked the path described and found the art building. I walked in and up the stairs. There was Anton, smiling as he offered his hand again.

"Hello, Ed. I'm relieved so see you. I was afraid you would have second thoughts when you got home."

"I had all kinds of thoughts when I got home, but none of chickening out. I had agreed to pose for you and I wasn't going to back out. And to tell the truth, I am kind of looking forward to adding a bit of excitement to my life."

We walked in the room with several of the students already setting up their easels and others just arriving. I could see the podium he had mentioned and the students forming in a half circle around it. Some were close and some were more at a distance. There was a drape on the wall behind the podium and another one on a stool. I felt a rush of anxiety as I thought of standing there in front of the class for all to see. However, there wasn't time for that as Anton led me to a side room and closed the door.

"This is for disrobing. You can hang your clothes on that rack over there. Put this robe on and sit and relax. I'll come get you when it's time to start class."

"Okay," I managed as he left and shut the door.

"Okay, old man, you got yourself into this. You can't blame anyone else," I muttered to myself, and began to remove my clothes. I felt a twitch again as I stood naked before putting on the robe. "So," I said as I looked down at my penis, "you are looking forward to this exposure. Actually, I am too."

A knock on the door surprised my thoughts, as Anton entered and motioned for me to go with him.

"Class, we have a great opportunity this evening to sketch an older male. You will notice the body changes with age and there will be challenges and opportunities that you haven't had before. The lights and shadows will pick up all kinds of changes you haven't sketched before."

I had stepped up on the podium and he looked at me and nodded. I opened the tie and let the robe open. I shrugged out of it and there I was, standing naked in front of a college art class, waiting for instructions. I was very surprised that I was comfortable and didn't feel any modesty at all.

"I'm going to ask the model to stand exactly as he is for your first pose. This will be a five minute pose. I want you to quickly sketch him, no details, just try to get the general attitude. This model stands straighter than most men his age but you will see that his body isn't as padded as the younger models."

I looked around the room as I stood, trying not to move. I saw that most of the artist were females but there were four guys scattered around the room. I realized that they weren't looking at me as a person but were looking at different parts of my body as they made scratchy sounds with the charcoal on the rough paper pads. But one young man was looking straight into my eyes and there was some kind of connection. He smiled and continued sketching. I didn't smile back because I didn't want to move even my lips.

"Time for the model to change poses. Try a sitting pose," he said and I gladly moved, finding I was very stiff from the first five minute pose. I sat on the stool and was told to hold the pose. I was sitting facing the students with my legs slightly apart and feet flat on the floor. My penis was visible to those in the center. I found myself enjoying the new adventure of being a nude model and not bothered in any way by the nudity. In fact, I was enjoying the fact that they were all looking at me naked. Is this how exhibitionists feel when they expose their bodies as they open their overcoats? I don't think so, since I'm not getting any sexual thrill from it. Or am I? I certainly felt something when I locked eyes with the young man during the last pose. I looked in his direction and saw him looking at me again and I definitely felt something that I couldn't explain.

After two more five minute poses, it was time for a break so I pulled on the robe and stepped down from the podium. I asked Anton for the restroom and it was next door. I walked in, parted the robe and stood at the urinal.

"You're a good model," I heard from behind me.

"Thanks," I said. "It's my first time and I'm not sure what all is expected of me."

I turned and there was the young man who had locked eyes with me during the class.

We walked together back to the class room and walked around the room looking at all the sketches. Some were very basic and amateurish but some were very good and I was interested that most had focused on my body and hardly gave any importance to my cock. Break was over and I returned to the podium.

Anton had placed several cushions and pillows on the podium and instructed me to stretch out on my side and then relax. This was going to be a longer pose and I would need to hold the pose for a long time. I got into a comfortable position and relaxed against the soft pillows. I was told to close my eyes and not move. The scratching began and my mind wandered back to the young man who seemed to be interested in me. I felt the twitch in my groin and quickly changed my thoughts to other things for fear of getting harder than I wanted.

I held this same pose with several breaks in between and then the evening was over and I got dressed. Anton gave me a check and thanked me and asked if I'd be interested in posing again. I agreed to pose any time he needed me and left.

As I was walking to my car, there was the young man.

"I hope you don't mind, but would you like to get a cup of coffee or something?" he asked and we locked eyes again.

"Sounds good," I said without thinking and he followed me to my car. I was still enjoying the fact that I'd been naked for the entire class and had enjoyed it immensely. We drove to a near-by coffee shop and had a wonderful conversation. It was as if we'd been good friends for a long time and I totally enjoyed the fresh ideas the young man had about life, art, politics and religion.

"Are you gay," he suddenly asked. I was very surprised by his question.

"I don't know, Kevin. I lived straight for most of my life and had my first male to male sex in my late sixties. I found it very exciting but I had a good married life also. I don't know what I am and I don't like labels."

"Could we go somewhere and let me suck your cock?" he asked, surprising me again.

"Kevin, I'm old enough to be your grandfather. My grandchildren are older than you and already out of college."

"I don't care. I saw you naked on the podium and all I could think about was how much I wanted to be naked with you," he explained. He seemed so honest and straight forward that I realized that I wanted the same thing.

I drove to my apartment and we went inside. Before I could do or say anything, he grabbed me in a passionate hug and kissed me. He began struggling me out of my clothes and I began to get him out of his. We struggled because we didn't want to break apart but wanted to be out of our clothes quicker than we could manage. Finally, we were naked and wrapped in a hot embrace. I could feel his hardness pushing frantically against me and was excited by his excitement. He kissed my body down my neck, shoulders, each nipple, and on down my stomach and then took my cock into his mouth. I let out a gasp and shuddered at the glorious feeling that flooded my whole body. I hadn't had sexual contact with anyone in a long time and his warm mouth on my cock was the most wonderful feeling I could remember. I was lost to reality, and could think of nothing but the silvery shivers rushing up my spine.

I felt my body writhing and twisting and moans escaping from my inner being. The feeling was quickly building to a powerful orgasm and I wanted nothing more than to explode and yet I wanted it to last forever. He was taking all of me into his mouth and out again faster and faster until I had no choice, the feeling wracked through me and I tried to pull out of his mouth but he held on tightly and wouldn't let go. I yelled out as the ecstasy swept over me and the cum shot out over and over. I felt light headed and barely able to stand as the wonderful sensations hit me in waves of passionate pleasure. That was when I felt myself collapsing and I fell to the floor on top of the handsome young man and we laughed at the joy of naked bodies all twisted together.

We lay with our bodies wrapped around each other for a long time. Gradually my frantic breathing calmed down to normal and I felt only total joy, peace and - - - drained both physically and emotionally.

"That was wonderful Kevin," I managed. "But you didn't - - -,"

"Yes I did," he explained. "When you had such a wonderful orgasm because of me, it sent me into the orgasmic state and I had a great cum also. I was jacking while I was sucking you."

We lay in each other's arms for a long time and all I could think of was how nice it was that Anton had asked me to pose for his class.

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