Germ

Germ 4

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This story is intended for adults only. It contains depictions of forced nudity, spanking, and sexual activity of preteen and young teen children for the purpose of punishment. None of the behaviors in this story should be attempted in real life, as that would be harmful and/or illegal. If you are not of legal age in your community to read or view such material, please leave now.

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[Germ, Chapter 4
[A boy must serve as life model for art class
They All See My Tumescent Tool
[Alpenhorn 2019]

1.

[Tommy’s POV]

Mr Elwin takes the screen down.

I was sort of dreading it. But here it is. Germ’s doohickey sticking up there. Everyone can see it. Even the girls.

I look around. Perhaps I had suspected before, but now I count. There are only four boys here. Leaving eleven girls.

Those girls can all see Germ’s doohickey. I feel embarrassed. I wonder if the other boys do, too.

It’s sticking up there, calling attention to itself. It’s so long! I wonder if mine is that long?

My vantage point is beyond Germ’s feet. So I see that the bottom of his doohickey is pinker than the rest. And I see that it is throbbing—probably along with his pulse. Doop—doop—doop.

My doohickey is getting stiff, too. Fortunately, I’m wearing loose-fitting clothes!

Mr Elwin says: “Okay, Thomas. Time to stop admiring and start painting.”

“Oh!” I have not been aware that Mr Elwin is there. “Sorry.”

“Do you have an idea about painting this? It is an interesting vantage point. You can’t even see Jeremy’s upper body, or his head.”

“Yes,” I quickly make something up. “The top there will be the focus of attention. It will be done very realistically. And the legs sort of sketched in, as though out of focus. And the arms in the distance.”

“Interesting. Well, get started.”

Before Mr Elwin goes on to the next kid, I screw up my courage and say: “Could I ask you a question? Man to man?”

“Sure, what is it?”

“If someone were to find that doohickey up there to be—uh—fascinating, would that mean—um—would it mean he is gay?”

“Oh, no.” He laughs. “It really is fascinating. So you should only worry if you didn’t think so.”

“Thanks,” I reply. “Then how do I know if I am gay or not?”

“You are a bit young to tell. Being gay is about sex. Not about your appreciation of art.”

“Sex?”

“In a few years, your hormones will go crazy. Besides giving you zits and whiskers, it means your body will tell you—on no uncertain terms—whom you find sexually attractive. Then you will know. Gay, straight, or bisexual. Even whether you still want to be male, or some other gender, I suppose.”

“Wow. Why don’t they tell me this?”

“I think seventh grade has some sex education. Or, of course, your father would tell you.”

“I never knew my father,” I say sadly.

“I'm available to talk more,” Mr Elwin says. “But not now. Now you should get started painting. Make Germ’s doohickey look spectacular!”

2.

[Sally’s POV]

Mr Elwin takes the screen down.

There it is. Germ’s weenie. There for everyone to gawk at.

My vantage point is directly to the side. A good view of muscles.

What shall I paint today?

It seems Germ is pressing down with his heels. This means it will make his leg muscles stand out. A good thing for painting.

But look: When he presses his heels down like that, he clenches his glutes. That looks great. I decide to make that the centerpiece of my picture. Not his weenie.

I lower my easel, and sit on the floor. A low-angle painting.

I start with the background. Rocks; dark clouds in the sky.

Mr Elwin comes by. I explain my plan. “This will be Prometheus. Chained by Zeus to a mountain peak as punishment. Naked of course. Germ’s pale skin will contrast with the dark sky and rocks.”

“Interesting,” he says. “Would Prometheus be this young?”

“Well, the Titans were supposed to be immortal. So maybe Prometheus can choose any age he wants. Why not a very muscular eleven-year-old?”

“Why not, indeed!”

3.

[Meredith’s POV]

Mr Elwin takes the screen down.

I am not breathing. Germ is smiling. At first I think he is looking at me. But then I can tell he is looking at the ceiling above me.

With his dimples, that smile looks incredible.

I think of just painting his face. But then I remember all my excitement this week about seeing Germ’s prick.

So I look up there. Not at all what I had imagined last week, when it was covered by the “postage stamp”! Now I see it in its full glory.

Painting just Germ’s face would be a waste of this opportunity. I must include his prick.

I start painting my canvas pale blue. Then add some clouds. This is the background.

When Mr Elwin comes by, he asks me about my plan.

“Germ looks so peaceful and happy. Like he is floating in the sky,” I explain. “His arms out to the side, like he is resting on a cloud. His hard-on shows how happy he feels.”

“Interesting.”

Later, while I am nearly finished with the painting, just fixing up the details of his prick, Germ looks at me.

“Meredith,” he says, dreamily. “Do you like what you see?”

I was surprised. I thought it was a rule: No interaction between the model and the painters.

But I answer anyway. “Yes, I do. Keep it up.”

“Ha ha!” Germ gets the joke.

4.

[Jeremy’s POV]

Mr Elwin takes the screen down.

I thought I would be terrified. But I’m not. True, my pulse is racing. My face is flushed. But the visualization has helped a lot. This scene has already happened many times in my imagination.

Just before a big game I get this feeling: Not knowing if I have what it takes to compete against the other team. This is the same: Not knowing if I have what it takes to pose naked. I am beginning to think that I will succeed!

Here I am. Nude. In view of everyone. On my back. My hips elevated. My legs straight, my heels pushing down on the platform. My torso sloping down on the other side. My head tilted back on the pillow. My arms to the side, palms up.

And (of course) my dick sticking up there where everyone can see it. Hard as a rock.

I look at a spot on the ceiling. I relax a bit. This is not so bad. I smile in contentment.

I may be drifting to sleep? Anyway, after a while Mr Elwin speaks loudly. “Jeremy! Don't relax too much. Legs straight.” So I resume pressing down with my heels.

Later Mr Elwin says, “Jeremy! You're drooping. Visualize!”

I have to get my dick hard again. So I visualize: Tommy looking at it. Sally looking at it. Eve looking at it. Meredith looking at it. By now my dick is hard again. Meredith talked to me today. She seemed nice.

“Jeremy, visualize!”

Don't think about how nice Meredith was, (I say to myself). Think only about Meredith gawking at your stiffy. That did it.

From time to time Mr Elwin would remind me: “Jeremy, legs straight.” or “Jeremy, no drooping!”

Once, Mr Elwin comes close to me. “Jeremy, your scrotum is loosening.”

“Please use your buzzer to tighten it,” I say.

“Should I put up the screen for that?”

“No. They’ve seen so much. Let them see this, too.”

So: right there in plain sight Mr Elwin buzzes my balls (and my dick for good measure). Then he runs the buzzer up my tummy as well. That tickles!

5.

[Jeremy’s POV]

When I get up the nerve, I talk to Meredith. She smiles nicely and answers.

Soon, it is time to stop. It has not seemed to be a long time at all. Not nearly as long as Postage Stamp seemed.

They all go to put their painting things away.

“It’s okay to sit up now,” Mr Elwin says.

“I think I’ll just stay in position,” I decide.

The kids rush back for closer looks at me. At my dick in particular.

I proudly keep my position as it should be. Heels pressing down. Dick just at eye level—as hard as possible. By now I know how do to it!

Tommy jokes, “Last week we could not decide on Germ’s best feature. What do you all think now?”

“His thing,” Karen says. Lot of kids agree. They are all looking at my dick.

“No,” says Meredith. She is standing so that I am looking right at her. “I still think Germ’s best feature is his face, when he smiles.”

So, of course, I smile at her. “Your face it not to bad, either,” I tell her. She smiles, too.

Tommy is mesmerized. He is keeping time with his head, as my dick throbs. Doop—doop—doop.

“See the color of his goolies?” Mary asks. “Did you notice: a bit darker than the rest of his skin?”

“No, I didn't notice that,” replies Sally.

Tommy says, “Can we touch it? His doohickey?”

I am shocked by that! Touch it?

“No, Tommy,” warns Mr Elwin. “No touching.”

I am glad for the answer.

But, (I say to myself) how would you feel if Meredith touched your dick?

Yes, (I reply to myself) I think that would be nice.

The bell rings and they all leave. No one has touched my dick. But, (I say to myself) everyone certainly has seen it.

“Mr Elwin,” I say, sitting up, “could we meet again tomorrow morning?”

“Yes, Germ,” he says. “I would like that.”

Wow (I say to myself). That is the first time he ever called you by your nickname, Germ!

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