Ghostronic

You're saying you were just outside of Barstow when the drugs began to take hold?

And that's the waaaaaaay the news goes.

Does a hobby horse have a hickory dick?

Former art student here that did life drawing. It was an awesome class (especially once you started to GET IT and could make great gestures, and you could start to see the light and shadows and add them accurately) but there was one model we would get about once a month (I took two quarters of this, so about six months, so we got this guy quite a few times) who was a young black guy.

Up until his first session it had just been a couple different really pretty women, a much older guy with amazing wrinkles and one guy that kept falling asleep. This young black guy actually left an impression that we couldn't help but talk about him instead of the session afterward. Namely, our suspicion that he found a couple of us guys attractive.

He would go through his instructed poses, standing, laying, kneeling, etc. Session was going fantastic - he had some shapely muscles and the color of his skin made it SO EASY to get the lighting. But he was given a stool to sit on at one point because we were going to do a LONG pose. Ten minutes (which is an eternity compared to half- and one-minute poses) to get all of the lighting, complex details (face, hands, feet, light, shadows, stool for proportion) and wouldn't you know it, he had decided to sit on this stool facing me, directly. Don't know if this was purpose or coincidental. Anyone who's done nude life drawing knows that it is fucking infuriating when the model keeps doing poses without facing you. Drawing someone's ass in different poses is boring, especially when you know the other people's are full of great gestures)

But it is a little uncomfortable when they are looking at you.

So, enough backstory. He sits down and faces me and we get underway. It's going along fine, I put where his eyes were going out of mind because I had to nail those s-curves. It wasn't until maybe the 1:30 mark that I notice that.. he's sporting a halfie. And it was growing. One throbbing cock twitchpulse at a time. And I knew where his eyes were. I tried my best to ignore it, but I mean.. he was only like five feet away.

It didn't take long for his erection to be full. This is where we all started trading some sidelong glances. Trying not to laugh when looking at each other from behind our huge drawing boards. The other guys in the class giving me the wtf look. And I could swear this black guy was turning crimson. I managed to not make eye contact though I later learned that eventually he started to stare at the ceiling once he couldn't stop it. It lasted for almost the full duration of the session after that and all of our huge, canvas-big, super-complex long-session drawings of the day had a very formidable erection. He ended up returning a lot and it never got quite that ludicrous again but I'll never forget that eye contact when he sat down and proceeded to pop a fatty up.

tl,dr: was in a class, drawing a nude black guy. faced me for a pose and then had a seven-minute erection. embarrassed the hell out of everybody

Your secret method in a hurry is letting Marshall let you slide in the park exit, isn't it?