kilroy wrote:if bravery is stripping down for tittering 19 year old coeds, call me audie murphy.
I almost did that once.
In college I was dating an art major and she liked to sketch me in charcoal. She kept on trying to get me to pose nude for her art major group and I am a guy who rarely will wear shorts in public so I kept on resisting.
But she had ways of convincing me that I will not go into here..so I agreed.
First session:
A friend of mine whom I had never seen naked before...so I began to think about car engines and their displacement because I was 20 years old and no further explanation is needed. (I was wearing an ill fitting robe)
I began to get bored with seeing her naked and I realized she had a third nipple on her back, so I began to think of other things. Those other things were interupted by this putrid smell. sweat, man sweat, dirty hair, topped off by patchouli and what can be most politely described as "feminine odor" ...It was the local hippie couple who were so alternative that they believed that soap and water was bad for you, but sitting naked in an incense filled room made up for bathing because of something they read once before.
So the smelly naked people sat intertwined and occasionally they broke their own boredom by fondling each others genitals in front of all of us. The artists did not flinch. They did not gag, they did not do anything but draw and shade. I was now thinking of car engine displacement in order to not vomit.
The hippies time was up, they left to the toilet (first stop after posing) together and immediately began to loudly fuck. Their non-fucking smell was still lingering, the artists began to lose their courage and they all agreed to dismiss me and leave and leave the remainder of the room to the hippies and their stink.
I was spared. I had agreed to pose nude but thanks to gross people, I did not have to. When she brought it up again I said "I almost threw up last time." She admited she had almost thrown up also and never asked me to do that again.