The "Lunge Monster"

Sometimes I lie awake at nights and worry. And the main worry I have is a serious one. It shouldn't be undermined or ridiculed or dismissed. That sort of thing is cruel and insensitive. The main worry I have is... do I still have a peachy bum?

And then, next time I do a bit of nude modelling, I anxiously scrutinise the pictures that result from the session, and I check the bum for signs of peachiness and pertness and general juiciness. And so far, it seems to be doing OK. I think it's still peachy, anyway. What do you think?

Anyway, let's not worry about that any more. It wasn't peachiness I had to worry about on Saturday, at the Standard - it was shrinkage. That pub was cold, that morning. I turned the radiators right up and tried not to stray too far from them, but still... I found myself worrying about whether the girls were getting their money's worth.

Later, I asked Alison about it. She assured me I was fine. She said she'd checked. And none of the girls had complained. But then, they're looking for other factors. A charming and engaging model, a bit of flirtatious banter and even (if they're particularly demanding) the occasional spark of wit and intelligence. Mostly, though, I'm confident that the nudity is practically irrelevant. I'm sure of it.

Alison and I have been developing the competition concept a bit further, lately. We took a fresh sheet of paper out of one of the sketchpads and started awarding the girls three points if their picture was the best. But we also started adding and subtracting points for various arbitrary reasons that we were making up as we went along. It wasn't exactly consistent, but it didn't really need to be, since it was just for a laugh. But I kind of liked the idea of checking them later, and finding out if anyone had lost more points than they had gained.

And in this class, we had a fresh twist that we incorporated into the point system, when one girl asked me if I had a nickname for my penis. It had never occurred to me to give it one, so that sparked off a whole debate about what the nickname should be, and everybody agreed that one should be awarded before the end of the class. Pieces of paper were handed out, the girls all wrote down their thoughts and then the results were put into a glass and I checked through them all, read them out and picked my favourite. And so, for those of you out there who might be curious, my penis is now called "Fluffy".

I was tempted to go for "Spartacus", but I preferred "Fluffy". After all... for something as shy, retiring and generally inoffensive as that little thing, it just seemed to be a bit more appropriate.

Alison noticed that the girls had brought some props along with them, and a pair of plastic boobs were suddenly produced. I didn't need much persuading to put them on, because - as most people know - I'm not easily embarrassed. I was a little reluctant to "do the tuck" when one of the girls suggested it, but I was persuaded - and then undid it right away, when some cameras were raised. Alison thought that was great. It seems she's finally found my limit and might be prepared to exploit that in the future, if she can just figure out a way to do so.

The pictures were particularly good in this group, and I had an even harder time than usual, when it came to choosing the winners. Some were amazing. More than once, I had to resort to the "applause-o-meter" and let the girls choose their own winners, which is always fun. It's getting to be more and more fun to give the pictures names, as well. One picture had me standing over a girl and reaching out towards her as she lay on the floor. I had just been about to call it the "Lunge Monster", but then I turned it round to make it look like she was standing up and called it the "John and Yoko" instead. It was just meant as a flippant comparison to the famous photograph, but after that I couldn't shake the connection, so that's the name that stuck.

Ultimately, though, the winner was called "The erection". I really should point out that there were no genuine erections involved in the creation of this picture, but the girl who drew out clearly had an imagination that was perfectly capable of creating one, and so it became a key feature of the winning picture. And yes, it was the "applause-o-meter" that made that final decision.

TheNakedPoet TheNakedPoet
46-50, M
4 Responses May 8, 2012

I'm not as shy as I was 40 years ago. I wouldn't use such a personally intimate user name if I was still THAT shy. I've quite enjoyed being naked in the privacy of my garden. But in a room full of clothed people? I think not.

I once did some life class modeling. In the years 68 to 70. I'm amazed you're so relaxed about it. My hands and knees trembled every time I did it, I was so shy. Why did I take the job? It was all a bizarre misunderstanding.

I have absolutely no problem with it. A couple of people have commented on how I appear to be MORE confident when my clothes come off. Alison says my entire posture changes.

To love what you do for a living is the BEST!! Then to be be able to bring that fun to even better!

That's definitely true. I just can't bring myself to work at a job I don't like for any length of time. So this really works.

You have a rockin butt!! Don't even worry! Loved the whole story too.....I think it's awesome you're a nude model. You can see the girls love ya!! I bet you're a lotta fun!! :D

Yeah, that was a really fun class. I enjoyed it a lot and I definitely love it when the girls have a lot of fun, too. It's the best possible job for me.