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Have I done this trope before? Yes. Was I instantly turned on enough when I saw the inspiration image to not care? Also yes.

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He was perfect from head to toe, but he just didn’t know it yet. His name was apparently Max, and normally, I would have never committed it to memory. These visits happened pretty regularly in the spring now that the transition portal or whatever it was called had been invented. Basically, athletes from other bigger colleges would switch schools if they weren’t playing enough. They might have been hotshots in high school, and they’d get a fancy scholarship to some big state school and sit on the bench for a couple of years without getting on the field or the court.

That sounded like a dream to me, free college without having to get tackled, but it wasn’t for them. So, they’d use whatever this portal was and come here. We were a small school that was trying to get a bigger athletics department, and even though I’d like to complain as an art professor, it actually was bringing in more money for the rest of us. So, I dealt with the tours since the college still wanted to pretend that these students were coming here for school instead of just to throw or catch balls.

“Good morning, Dr. Fontaine, I hope I’m not interrupting.”

Staring blankly at him to make him turn his head to see a classful of students drawing on the easels in front of them, I just waited for him to keep talking like he intended to.

“This is Max Treadwell- he’s a prospective player for our football team.”

“Go Raiders!”

Bless him, there was a not a single brain cell behind those baby blues. I’d taught many athletes who were gifted students, don’t get me wrong, but this man would not be one of them. He stood there rocking back and forth on his heels as he looked around my classroom. It was luckily huge, full of natural light from the large windows looking out onto the quad. I might not be known outside of this building, but I had to be a big deal inside of it to secure this room.

As the tour guide pulled out his phone as it started ringing, he held up a finger and stepped outside leaving Max with me. Show time.

“Okay class, that’s the end of the time for this still life,” I got a few confused glances as I slid the dial of my visual timer up to 0, “so please get out another piece of paper for a model drawing.”

Everyone was looking over at Max now, but he was transfixed by a group of students playing with a frisbee on the quad outside.

“So Max, would you like them to draw you?”

I’d finally gotten his attention.

“Wait, what?”

He was blushing a bit, but as I tenderly grabbed his firm bicep, he let me lead him over to the small dais that had just held a bowl of fruit on a stool.

“We’ve been doing some drawings on musculature, so you can take off your shirt so they can draw you.”

Not a single one of my students said that we’d already covered live models last month, and Max didn’t care to know if I was lying or not. Without a word, he sheepishly pulled his shirt over his head to reveal his tanned torso to all of us. His hairy forearms had made me curious what else was hairy, but his chest was completely smooth letting us see those pert nipples on his hard pecs. He wasn’t overly muscular, but anyone could easily see that he probably lived at the gym.

“Hop right on up here.” Patting the stool, I just waited as he did exactly what I told him to do once again. I should stop here, but I had to test it a bit further. “Wow, those are some defined leg muscles you’ve got there. I’m assuming you hit the bench press a lot.”

I was hoping that I could give him an ego boost by naming the wrong bit of gym equipment, but he just excitedly started talking about his workout routine after politely correcting me. I felt bad for manipulating a guy like this, but I just couldn’t resist.

“Do you mind showing off those legs? You can just ditch your shorts.”

Some students had started whispering now or trying to covertly place their phones on their easels. I waited for the shocked look on Max’s face, or maybe for him to grab his shirt and run, but he instead just leaned over to whisper to me.

“I can’t- I’m not wearing any boxers right now.”

God, he was cute.

“Don’t worry, Max, I’m not either.”

What was I doing? I shouldn’t have said that, but it apparently was the right thing to say. Max covertly looked down at my crotch before looking up at my face.

“Do they really draw naked people in here? I thought that was just in movies.”

“Yes, Max, it actually is normal.”

“If you say so…”

I knew that karma would send the tour guide back in here now, but the door to the hallway was still firmly shut as Max stood up and pulled open the button of his shorts. As he stretched open the zipper, I realized three things. First, this new athlete was apparently not shy at all. Second, he hadn’t been lying about going commando today. And third… well his chest wasn’t the only part of his body that he apparently waxed.

Just a minute or two after stepping into my classroom, I had now stripped this stranger naked, and he apparently didn’t realize how batshit crazy this whole scenario was. He was now standing in front of every student of mine without even covering himself. He had his left hand on the stool and his right placed on his hip, and he’d occasionally flex when catching the eye of some coed in the front row.

He was loving this, and we were loving it as well. His body seemed to shine under the expensive light bulbs hanging above us, and even when he started to firm up a bit below the waist, he still didn’t make a move to cover himself. That wouldn’t happen until the tour guide finally wrapped up his call and stepped back inside.

“Max, what are you doing?!”

He came racing in front of the athlete to block the audience’s view, but it’s not like they and their cameras hadn’t already seen it all.

“Let me grab your clothes.”

As he leaned down to try to find the shorts to go with Max’s shirt, one of my star pupils stood up to hand me her sketch.

“Here Max, you can have this if you want to remember this day.”

He was sheepishly grinning now as he unsuccessfully held his hands over his dick, and the other guy grabbed the paper so he wouldn’t have to move his hands.

“I’m not sure if your shorts slid under that podium or into someone’s bag, but I’ll grab you another pair at the school store down the hall. Here’s your shirt at least.”

Turning around to show us the last body part that we hadn’t seen, at least a dozen students took a photo of his toned ass as he pulled his shirt back on. Turning back around, he seemed to have forgotten or just grown used to us seeing his cock as he followed his guide back into the hallway.

As the door began to close, we heard a small snippet of their conversation as they left.

“I am so sorry about that- I hope that doesn’t negatively impact whether you choose to enroll here.”

“No worries man, I’m definitely going here! Let’s head to the field house right after I get some pants…”

Smiling to myself, I was glad that the school had gotten another Raider, and I’d gotten another model…