2 comments/ 10425 views/ 7 favorites A Model for the Life Class Ch. 01 By: andy190 I had travelled down to King's Cross station alone to start my new course at the Slade school of Art. I was delighted to have been accepted and was keen to start the fine art work. My favourite aspect was figure or life drawing and sculpture and my teachers had praised my mastery of paint as I depicted both male and female forms with no clothes on. I was good at it and I found it sexy. I never failed to get hard when drawing or painting the female form. I had never been to London alone before. Of course I had visited with school trips and theatre visits and mum and dad had been there for the interview and accommodation process, but now I was on my own and looking forward to the new experience. At 18 and just out of school I was excited and also nervous about the year ahead. I had dressed as I though an art student would dress, slightly flamboyant but nothing high fashion. My tight red stretch jeans looked (and felt) sprayed on and my torn T barely hid my chest and showed off my firm stomach as it was so short. My girlfriends had all commented on my tight slim bod and my "outy" navel, that was now clearly on display to all the world. "Well if you've got it, flaunt it," I always said. But I didn't feel at all sexy as I struggled along with my luggage. Well perhaps later. I was sharing a house with three others and it was out of Central London a fair way, near the river at Wapping. I made my way to the underground and found the right platform, with my case, a rucksack and several bags. My parents had already helped me move in. These were just the last minute essentials. Lots more clothes and some art supplies and food to get me through the first week. The underground wasn't too busy at this time of day and I boarded the train and stood in a space as I checked the route map and smoothed down my jeans. I needed to change to the D.L.R. and did that without incident. Safely aboard the next train I caught sight of my reflection in the window as it moved out. Mm, not bad. I had a good face with high cheek bones and blond curly hair that I had allowed to grow quite long and floppy. I swept it back and smiled my cute grin at myself. Yep, good enough to get noticed by a hot chick. Bring it on! There were several business types smartly dressed in suits and several manual workers on their way home, in dusty work clothes and baggy trackie bottoms with big worn boots. I realised I had quite a way to go before my stop and looked round at my fellow passengers. One of the men in work gear was really fit looking. He was sitting reading with his legs stretched wide and I could see firm, toned flesh around his neck, shoulders and arms as he sat in his tight work vest. His stubbly chin and dark, floppy hair looked modern and suited his chiselled jaw. As I watched, his slim fingers scratched his chin and then dropped to his crotch and rubbed and readjusted the contents. It rested between his legs and then one finger began to slowly move up and down his bulge. He continued to rub slowly and discreetly as his penis thickened. I was mesmerised by this obvious sexual activity and looked to see if anyone else had noticed but they were all engrosed in their own reading material. It was clear that the book was getting interesting and he was obviously "in the zone." I tried to see what the title was but couldn't make it out. Suddenly he looked up and caught my stare. His dark eyes held mine as he scowled at me, then his face broke into a broad grin and he winked and pulled on his hard packet once again. I blushed at being caught and turned away, hoping he hadn't noticed my redness. The train was slowing down and I checked the map again. I half turned and he had got to his feet. Saying something to his mates like "Enjoy yourselves," he moved towards the door. God he was big, built like a rugby player, all muscle and testosterone: he made two of me and must have worked out regularly to get such solid biceps and pecs. I was directly in his way and he held my gaze as we danced back and forth, me blocking his path unintentionally, first to the left and then to the right until he eventually stepped around me and my luggage. He smelt great. That unwashed masculine smell that manual workers have after a day's sweat. Our eyes still locked as I held up my hands to let him pass and then felt a touch of electricity on my bum at his hand grabbed me roughly and then moved round to my crotch for a grope as he side-stepped past me. I reacted by pulling away quickly and nearly tripped over my luggage as he stepped out of the door and onto the platform. He smiled again and gave a mock salute, with one hand and a rummage at his crotch with the other. Then he pouted a kiss, turned towards the exit and walked along the platform as the train pulled away. Well, that was interesting. I felt I was clear about my sexuality and had dated a few girls at school and college. My regular erections resulted from female stimulation. Wanking over tits and fanny was good and I had a selection of mags that I used in bed most nights. I was keen to explore more in the flesh whenever I could, and I'd had my share although I was still a virgin. This was different however, because I had definately felt my crotch stir during the encounter. My mates back home would call me all sorts of names if they suspected I was even slightly turned on by a man. I realized the train had stopped several times and most of the other passengers had gone. I was left in the carriage with two of the mates my sexy reader had travelled with and further down the carriage, a young black guy huddled in his seat and deep in sleep with his headphones on. My stop was still four stations away and the gaps between stations had grown noticeably longer. "Where you getting off mate?" I heard someone say and turned to see one of the workers getting to his feet. He was at least 6' or a bit taller with wide shoulders and narrow hips. There was a smile on his face and a twinkle in his eyes but my eyes were drawn to the bulge in his trackies. It was tenting out and had a dark spot at the tip. "So all these builders seemed to be hard and horny," I thought.He stepped up beside me and I could smell he had been working, although there was an odour of soap or shampoo also. "Oh shit. What now?" I looked at the map hoping to see my stop coming up but no luck. Still four to go. My assailant was now standing so close to me I could feel the bulge pressing into my bum. "I'm ok thanks. Nearly there." "Now don't be off hand. We only want to be friendly, don't we Jay." Jay had also stood up and was now moving round in front of me. He was a goodlooking guy, in his early twenties, about 5'10 and just as turned on as his mate. A big erection stood out from his grey trackies. I now was being sandwiched between these fit, hard men and felt my ass groped by one and my crotch squeezed by the other. I opened my mouth to complain and immediately felt Jay's tongue force its way in. "Aaagghhh, nnn, ooooww," was all I could say as hard, rough hands moved over my bum, chest and finally my face, holding my head firmly as tongues lapped and probed and my lip was bitten roughly. "You like that boy?" I heard from behind me as my T shirt was lifted and my nipples were pinched and pulled. I felt my belt buckle loosen and struggled to free myself from the insistent hold of my two captors. Whatever I thought of gay sex had nothing to do with this public assault and I tried to punch, push and wriggle my way to freedom. "Oh yeh, he really likes it, I can tell," said Jay as he released my mouth. I gulped for air as I felt my wrists held in strong fingers and a chord of some sort wrapped and immobilised them. "Aggh, no, let me go, let me go. Please don't hurt me. Take my money but don't hurt me," was all I could think to say. I was near panic and the threat of violence was too much. I had always been something of a pacifist and avoided confrontation whenever possible but this? This was on another level to anything I had experienced and I certainly didn't like it. "Come on Jay, strap him up so he can't move," and with that my arms were hoisted upwards and the chord binding my hands was looped around the hand rail on the carriage ceiling. I was trapped and helpless and felt hands pull down my jeans and pants and then the sting of a slap on my bare ass. "Aggh, aghh, No please. No!" I was trembling in fear and my two attackers were getting off on that. "Look at the sissy boy. He's goin' to piss himself with fright." said Jay and he pulled my nipples roughly making me yell and squirm. "Come on Pete," said Jay. "Hurry up. We'll be stopping again soon." Pete came up close behind me and agressively pushed two fingers into my tight virgin hole. I tried to scream to attract anyone's attention who could hear, but Jay had locked his lips to mine again and was busy sucking on my mouth. I pulled away and screamed aloud as I felt a pain I'd never imagined in my back passage. "AGGHHH. Stop, please stop." I wriggled and kicked out with my legs but the pain increased as Pete pushed his fat cock deeper inside me. God he must be huge! "Look at him fight it. Just relax and enjoy it mate. You'll learn to love it," and with that he clasped me tightly to his chest and thrust the remaining inches of his hard cock deep inside me. "Aggh, stoppp, p p please stop, It's too b b big. It hurts sooo much," I stammered through tears and pain. Fuck, I thought I was being torn apart the pain was so great. "Uggh, ugh, ugh, ugh," was all I could hear from Pete as he rhythmically pounded me from behind. Then I felt a wet sticky fluid on my stomach and I knew Jay had wanked himself to climax. "God Pete, I've cum," Jay said as he hastily stowed away his prick and pulled up his trackies. "Oh God yeh, yeh, yeh," exclaimed Pete and I felt his hot jizz flood my insides and ooze down my legs as he pulled out. He slapped my bare ass hard. "Don't be such a sissy boy next time mate." He leaned in and whispered menacingly. "If I see you again I want another go at your hole. It's so tight and hot." Then he growled deeply. "Look out for me, I'm always on this line." I shuddered and kept my eyes squeezed tight and could hear them getting off laughing and joking together as the doors opened. When the doors closed and the train moved off again I risked looking out through squinting eyes and saw that I was alone in the carriage with my bags and cases round me. At least they had left me those, but they had taken all of my dignity as I had been subjected to their forced and unwelcome sexual advances. I realized I had been raped. I had been overpowered and abused by two complete strangers and in a public place too and now I was strung up like a chicken in a butcher's window, unable to release my hands and thrown from side to side as the train gathered speed again. "Hey mate, that was some show." I turned towards the sound and realized that I wasn't alone after all. The black guy in the corner was still on board and must have seen everything. "Oh, thank god, please untie me. Get me down from here," I stammered. "Not so fast buddy," came back his reply. "You're a lucky guy 'cos I'm here to help you out and I fully intend to let you down." "Well get on with it then," I shouted. "Just as soon as I take care of a little business or my own." "What do you mean?" I gulped. This had all the elements of a suspense novel and I wasn't in the mood. I just wanted to be released. My arms were aching and I wanted to tidy myself up and hide the disgrace I felt at my situation. "You just hang on in there for a little longer boy 'cos I got a treat for you after that big cock you were just forced to take. Mine is nowhere as big as his," and with that he pulled a stiff but slim 9" cock from his jeans and walked around me. I felt him push into my bum cheeks once or twice as he searched for my hole. "Just relax and enjoy it boy, 'cos I certainly intend to," and with one swift push he was buried, bollock deep inside me. "Ow, aggh. Fuck that hurts man. Don't do this please. Let me go, let me go." It didn't matter how much I pleaded he kept a constant rhythm until he filled my ass with his hot milky juice. "Oh yes, that sure was good. Now let me untie you and see if we can't get you cleaned up," he said as he tucked his long cock back into his pants. In truth it didn't hurt so much this time, whether the cum had lubed my hole or his less brutal fucking had made all the difference I don't know. He reached up to loosen the ties as we pulled into a station. I'm sure he meant to help but didn't make it as the doors opened and two uniformed railway police entered the carriage. He spotted them and made a dash through the open doors and was along the platform to the exit as they slid closed again and we moved off. "Well what do we have here Bill?" the taller and more good looking of the two said as he moved around me running his black leather gloved hands over my still naked and dripping bum cheeks. "Looks like we've got an incident of sexual assault." He was behind me now and stretching wide my hole with a gloved finger. "Yep, we'll need to get right to the bottom of this ASAP." His colleague was in front of me and took my jaw firmly in one hand as he leaned in and kissed me hard. Then he dropped to his knees and took my cock in his mouth and started to suck and pull on it while gently humming. "That's it Steve, give us a tune while I investigate down here," and with that I heard a zipper pulled open and felt a hard cock poke my buttocks as it searched for a hole. Welcome to London, I thought. A Model for the Life Class Ch. 02 Please get back to me with your comments or score. I'm not sure if I'm improving so feedback would be great. Hope you enjoy this effort. ***** After the excitement of the subway I finally made my way to the flat I was renting for the next three months. I had hoped for a longer let but property was hard to come by and I was lucky to get this room in a three person share. Mum and dad had helped me move in some larger items and my big bro was coming down with the car at the weekend. I had to get by on my own resources until then. the house was close to the river near Wapping and closer still to the underground. I let myself in with my key. MY KEY to my flat, well shared house. It still felt good and I dumped my things in my room and decided I needed to clean up after the mess I'd gotten into on the underground. I grabbed a towel and headed to the bathroom. It was all quiet so I reckoned the other guys were out. I pulled off my trainers, socks and shirt and checked out the shower gel. Nobody would mind me using theirs until I got some, I thought. I threw off my jeans and pants; gosh they were mucky any slimy. I'd probably ditch them rather than try to get them clean again. The water was running nice and hot and I had just stepped under and lathered up my chest and hair when I heard someone enter the flat. They weren't alone I could hear talking,but they called out "Hi, who's there?" as they made their way further towards the bathroom. I grabbed my towel and wrapped it round me as I stepped out of the shower dripping wet As I opened the door a messy head of blond hair pushed past me, "Thank God! I really need a pee." and with that pulled out a fat, cut cock, It was pretty big and round, about 6" long and gushing like a fountain. "Thanks man," said the owner. "I was bursting." Still looking at his cascading cock he asked, "and you are?" "I'm Joe, your new flat mate. Pleased to meet you," and I tried to hold out a hand in greeting and still hold my towel in a modest position. "Oh he doesn't live here," came a deeper voice from the passageway. "But I do. Hi I'm Steve," and with that I turned and saw the tallest guy with the fittest body and cutest smile. He grabbed my hand. "Pleased to meet you Joe. Now lets let our newbie clean up without all this attention," he said to the other guy. He winked at me as he added, "I'm sorry to bust in on you like this. He smiled again and just stood gazing down at me. So tall. so handsome, so likable. "You're dripping all over the hall carpet," he mouthed quietly without looking away from my eyes. I mumbled some excuse and pushed past the smaller blond guy as he exited the bathroom. Did he mean to rub his hand over my bum as he pushed past me? "Take your time Joe, and we'll chat when you're done," Steve called from the other side of the closed door. I stepped back under the warm water and started to soap up again. Hmm, an interesting start, I thought as I rubbed my cock. It was getting stiff again. "What was wrong with me?" OK so I didn't think I was into men but after my forced initiation on the underground I was ready to admit to a different feeling for them, especially tall , hunky ones with a great smile. Mmm, we'd have to see. I was out, drying off in my room when Steve knocked on the door and pushed straight in. I had the towel held in front of me and was naked. I saw Steve eye up my chest and arms, both slim but firm. "Hi," I said and tried to wrap up again in the towel. I was rather clumsy tying the knot and as I turned to grab my trackie bottoms it slipped off to reveal my bare ass. I heard a whistle from Steve. "Nice butt Joe. You'll do really well here if you don't mind putting it out. Don't be shy. Us Londoners like to play and you look the sort to be right at the centre of the game." With that he playfully slapped my bum and laughed as I yelped and turned my butt away from him. Unfortunately that left my front exposed and I struggled to cover my crotch before he could comment on my semi. Yes I was growing hard. Shit. "Look" I stammered, I'm not gay. I haven't had a lot of experience with men. Sorry but I think you've got me wrong." Steve said nothing and sat down on the bed. He looked up at me and smiled. "Sorry mate. I didn't mean to put you in a spot. I just assumed that like the rest of us you were happy to experiment with both sexes. Most of us are bi, depending who we are with, and just looking at you, and that stiffening cock you're trying to cover up, I'd say I got you about right." He lay back on the bed and smiled at me again. Then he ran his hands through his hair and licked his lips. "If you fancy experimenting a bit some time come up and see me. I'm right at the top of the house in the roof. Unless you want a quick taste of man sex now. We wanted to take you out for a few beers later on but right now we've time for anything." He smiled again and started to pull off his baggy T shirt. I held my breath as he seductively removed his top. Slowly his firm, hard pecs came into view; tight and hard with just a dusting of dark hair running from his nipples down to his navel. "Fuck" I gasped as his firm biceps flexed and tensed. He looked at me again and winked. His eyes glinted with excitement and he licked his lips with lust. "Well?" he asked. "Shall I stop or do you want more?" "No, no more please." I blurted out. Steve stood up and reached out to my hand. He pulled it away from my crotch and placed it on his chest. "Can you feel that? You make me so hot. I really want to explore this," he said," but only if YOU want to. Your cock seems to be saying "more, more," but you are letting your head rule. Nobody need know what we get up to in this room and if you want me to stop I will, whenever you say." He moved closer to me and I could smell his odor. I could feel the heat of him. My body was straining to respond to Steve but my head was not ready to abandon everything I knew. I pulled my hand away from him. "Ok," he said "I can take a hint. Remember the offer, and if you aren't too freaked out the trip to the pub is still on if you fancy a drink. Just a few of us. See you at nine if you fancy it." With that he grabbed up his shirt, turned to the door and closed it quietly as he stepped out into the hallway. Fuck, what a guy. What a body; at least six foot and with hard fit muscles. He had a friendly, confident presence and eyes to die for. Better lashes than many girls I knew. My cock was out of control again and I grasped it tightly. I needed to jack off and started thinking about my last girlfriend. Hot or what! I was really getting into it when his face and body popped into my mind and despite all attempts I couldn't shift it. He was smiling and winking at me and I wanted to run my hands over his hard tight body. God I was coming, coming and thinking of Steve. Was he doing the same while thinking of me? I flopped onto the bed and slept for the best part of three hours. When I woke up I went to pee and discovered my pants were missing from the bathroom. Now who had those and why would they want my used, soiled briefs? Fuck, some guys were weird. Then I thought perhaps someone had just thrown them away. Best thing. They were ruined now anyway. As I peed I could feel I was getting hard AGAIN! I stuffed my cock back in my clean briefs and washed my hands. As I exited the room I heard footsteps coming down from upstairs. Steve and his mate came past and we said "Hi" again. They were touching each other in a suggestive way, certainly more than just friends. I headed back to my room and closed the door. Fuck, I felt cheated. I wanted to be the one flirting with Steve. I wanted to be the one touching him, kissing him, feeling his body and more. Yes I had to admit it, I wanted him to take me, to fuck me, passionately, tenderly but firmly and in control. There was a knock on the door and I called "Come in Steve," but it wasn't Steve who entered. It was a guy I hadn't seen before. "Hi. My name's Rick. Thought I'd stop by and say hi. I'm the other guy you're sharing with." I looked him up and down. Mmm fit and toned, about 5 10 and light brown hair. "Come in Rick. Pleased to meet you. " Mmm, a nice firm grip too and a great smell of shower gel. "So how are you settling in? Have you met Steve and Pete yet? (So that was the other guys name.) I just passed them going out." "Yes I've met them. They seem like decent guys." With that Rick let out a laugh and collapsed on the bed. "No way man. They are a couple of weirdos." He chuckled to himself again. "They are all over each other and other guys too if you let them. I had to give Pete a real slap before he'd leave me alone. Now he just blows me kisses from a distance. They are always playing loud 70's music and Pete doesn't even live here. No I reckon they're a bit odd. Anyway you.ll see a lot of them in the next few weeks 'cos they are both on the "life" model rota for this term.£ Rick explained that all four of us were at the same art college and although I would be doing the foundation course some classes were available to opt into for everyone and some, like life drawing, were compulsory. We carried on chatting and Rick seemed like a normal, straight guy. He didn't flirt or make suggestive comments and I enjoyed his company but after half an hour Steve poked his head into the room. "Hey, I se you two are getting on well. That offer of a drink still stands. You coming Rick? Anyway, see you in five. I need a quick change." With that he was gone and Rick and I looked at each other. "OK," he said."If you're going out drinking I'd better come along. Someone needs to stay sober of you'll never get home." He stood up and straightened his jeans. "Got any money? Don't bring it all with you. We'll just have a couple of beers and come back." "You two coming?" called Steve as he ran down the stairs two at a time. We caught him up at the front door and set off. Pete was already there and called us over as we pushed through the door. He was with some of his flat mates. They seemed in good form and were laughing and joking together. We all joined in with the banter and as the new boy, I came in for a fair amount of stick. We nad a few beers and atter a couple of hours I needed to take a leak. I moved quietly away from the group and wobbled towards the john only to find Steve holding the door open for me. "You OK Joe? Hope the guys are behaving." I pushed into the loo, brushing up against Steve's hard body as I did so. "Yeh mate. They're a good crowd. I'm really enjoying myself. Thanks for organising it." "No sweat man. You can thank me later," and he stepped up to the urinal. I was a little light headed after the several beers and couldn't believe what I was seeing. Steve unzipped his jeans and pulled out an enormous cock that immediately started gushing piss. I followed suit but rather hesitantly and had started to pee when I noticed Steve's stream had finished and he was rubbing his cock with one hand while looking at mine, still leaking pee. "Decent cock Joe," he said as his own began to enlarge and stiffen. It was now at least eight inches and still growing. Wow! Steve was cut and his pubes were trimmed short. A big bead of pre-cum had leaked from his slit and looked invitingly at me as I watched his hand pumping up and down. God this was hot. My own cock was standing out stiff and proud. I realized I was wanking it too and Steve looked over and grinned. "That's my boy. Glad to see you lightening up a bit." He reached over and held his hand over my fist, wanking back and forth with me. I did the same to him with my free hand and just as I reached his, he moved his hand away and mine grasped his huge, stiff shaft. "Man you are well hung," I blurted out, and before I knew it Steve was reaching over and kissing me. His tongue sent electric tingles down my spine and I began to moan with enjoyment. Steve tasted of beer and I reveled in the tongue fight we were having. He pulled away, breathing heavily. "Well I wasn't expecting that," he gasped as he pulled away for breath. "Think of me as a new man," I said ,"And I want everything you can do to me." With that I bent down and licked the pre-cum off his glistening knob. He moaned and held my head, forcing his hand into my hair and hanging on as he gently but firmly held me `there. I loved the taste of him and the warm softness of his skin, stretched so tightly over the stiff, hard muscle. I couldn't pull away, not that I wanted to. Steve had me in a firm grip and was slowly easing his big knob-end further and further down my throat. And I was loving it! "Mmmm, mmmm. Oh that feels so sweet man. Don't you stop." Steve was slowly moving his hips and I was gripping his hips to keep my balance. 1,2,3, in then 1.2.3 out, nice and long and slow. By now I was taking about half of it as he pushed in; no mean feat considering the impressive girth. "Fuck Joe, this is SOOO good. Don't stop mate. Ohh, it's so good." Steve began to pick up speed until he was punching in and then out ,1,2,1,2 in a regular rhythm. "Mmm, ohh yes. I'm, I'm gonna come," he moaned through clenched teeth, and he did; huge gobs of jizz hit the back of my throat and flooded out from between my lips. I licked and slurped and sucked as best I could, finally ending prone on the hard floor with Steve standing over me, triumphant. He reached down and helped me gently to my feet. "Come on lad. Lets get you cleaned up. That was bloody marvelous." His big arms reached round me and he kissed me gently on the lips. "You were great fella. Thanks." He found some loo roll and wiped my mouth and T shirt where it had splashed. Finally he looked at me with a sentimental, tender gaze. "You'll do. We ought to get back to the others. OK?" "OK" I said and followed him out. A Model for the Life Class Ch. 03 Back again to develop the plot. Hope you like it. Please vote and message me. ***** How did that happen? I'd drunk too much at the pub and sucked off Steve in the toilet. Now I was back with the guys at the bar and heady with alcohol and lust. To make it worse Steve was ignoring me and chatting to Pete and another guy I didn't know. They were laughing and drinking; probably talking about me and how easy I was in the loo. I certainly shouldn't have sucked so greedily and swallowed all that cum... but it did taste good, I had to admit. "Hi matey," said Rick as he moved over to my side and leaned his arm on my shoulder. "What ya up to, deep in thought and all by yourself?" I glanced into his eyes. Could he tell that I'd just sucked cock and swallowed a load? God I hope not. "I'm fine," I said and adjusted my shrinking cock as discretely as I could. "Needed to pee. Don't think I'll hang about long. Got a busy day tomorrow." "Ok," replied Rick. "I'm ready to leave. I'll walk back with you. Case you get lost." We gathered up our things and Rick helped me on with my jacket. He had good strong arms that steadied me without being intrusive. His hands smoothed my chest and adjusted my shirt. He leaned in close and I drew in his terrific scent. Wow. Was I horny or what. "OK buddy. Lets get you home." He steered me out with a firm hand on my back. Was I imagining this or did he fancy me? I was getting hard again and gave my cock a quick grope to sort it out. I leaned against him, accidentally on purpose, and rested my head on his shoulder. He had a really firm chest and smelt so good. Just then Steve called over as he had seen us leaving. "Hey you two, see you later guys. Be sure to leave the door open for me," and grinned at me. Did he mean the house door or MY BEDROOM DOOR? Fuck I just needed to sleep. I was really out of it and was in danger of fantasising and imagining things. Did I really want to suck another cock or was the beer talking? Whatever Steve had in mind could wait for another day. Rick and I staggered outside and walked side by side back to the house. He had his arm around my shoulder to steady me and I liked the feel of it. I didn't want to turn gay but whatever would be as the song went. The night air sobered me up enough to realise Rick was probably just being thoughtful and I was quickly able to match his step stride for stride. We chatted as we walked and I found that he was a second year art student and we would be in the same life class tomorrow. Yipee. I wouldn't mind drawing him in the buff, or Steve either. The beer was talking again and my cock kept swelling and shrinking as we walked along. "Fuck, make up your mind," I thought. Rick said he'd look out for me tomorrow and as we reached the door he opened it with his key and let me in. No groping or touching, no innuendo, just a nice normal guy. What a pity he didn't hit on me. Yep I guess I'd have to think of him as just a possible good friend. He already had led me to my bedroom and I'd thought about stumbling against him and feeling him up, you know, like it was an accident. He must have read my mind because he said, "You know Joe, I think we'll get on fine, you and I. I like you and hope we'll be good mates. You aren't overly sexy like Steve and Pete. You seem more of a straight acting, genuine guy. I like that. I'd like to be your mate, at least until you make some friends in your own year. What do you think?" "O O OK," I stuttered. "Yeh, great." What no goodnight kiss? I thought as Rick moved past me. I looked into his eyes and he smiled the cutest smile. "OK then .Take it easy." We said our goodnight's on the landing and I quickly used the bathroom: another piss through an erection. Did I have enough material for a wank in bed? You betcha! I tidied up and did my teeth. I was quickly into my bedroom and tugging on my cock, fantasising about Steve AND Rick, having them both grope me and kiss me at the same time . I'd cleaned up with a tissue and was in my sweat shorts before I heard Steve come in. He made a bit of noise, banging into furniture and giggling with what I thought was Pete. I heard them climb the stairs to the attic room, moving right past my door without stopping. Well fuck him! "Come on you big lug. Lets get you up to bed." Yes it was definitely Pete helping him. One part of me was disappointed but I was ready for sleep now and would at least be fresh to take on anything tomorrow might bring. The last thing I remember was hearing the springs of Steve's bed creaking and groaning as they got down to business. I fell asleep quickly, dreaming of my assailants on the underground, but when I looked closely their faces belonged to Steve and Rick. And this time there was no pain, only a great deal of pleasure. An early start, a shower, shave and some cereal had me looking and feeling my best. Rick joined me in the kitchen with no mention of the night before, and we planned on catching the underground together to the art college. I had to register and take the orientation tour before lunch so we arranged to meet in the refectory at 12 noon. The ride in was uneventful, despite my furtive glances all around in case the men who had assaulted me were in our carriage, and my quick looks at Rick's crotch. Why hadn't I noticed how well hung he was? I didn't really relax until we were in the college building. Rick pointed out the hall where the freshers were to meet and hurried off, reminding me of our 12 o'clock meet. I watched his tight bum as it flexed in his jeans and wondered why I was getting hard again looking at a man. The morning passed quickly with introductions, a tour, assignment of lockers and timetables. There were only ten of us in our year and sure enough we were expected to attend the life class each afternoon for the first fortnight. It was a compulsory element and we shared the room with second years on three afternoons and with third years on the other two. Everyone seemed very friendly and a couple of us sexier guys sat together for coffee and left the girls and the plainer guys to chat in a bigger group. One tall slim black guy introduced himself as Billy. He was my age but about 4" taller. He had a great smile and a fit, hard body, he said from running and swimming. Mark was shorter but chunkier although his body wasn't flabby, just not so toned. He was very handsome and had long fingers and big feet and wore the tightest skinny jeans ever. He must have needed some help to get into those and I felt my cock stiffening yet again. Another of our group was Tony. I liked him from the outset. I don't know why but he was about my height and build with a mop of thick, wavy red hair and a marked Yorkshire accent. His T shirt was very tight and cut short so he showed off a lot of stomach. Man it was ripped. He had a great. flat six pack and a navel you could only describe as "out there." It stuck out provocatively and I kept watching for a glimpse of it as Tony adjusted his position or gestured animatedly. At 12 I excused myself reluctantly, explaining I had someone to meet, and headed off to the refectory. I was looking around for Rick when I felt someone grab my bum. As I turned around I felt a hard kiss, with tongue, planted on my lips. What the fuck? As I pulled away Steve said,"Hi man. Sorry I was so out of it last night." He had both hands on my waist and was feeling the belt of my jeans. He leaned in close. I could smell the cologne or body spray from his morning shower. Lovely! "Want to carry on what we started in the pub?" and he seductively rubbed the cheeks of my bum. "I know one or two quiet rooms where we won't be disturbed. What about it?" He gave me a big grin and a seductive wink with those lovely eyes of his and I was so tempted. Just standing next to him was intoxicating and I'd already tasted his cum. To say no would seem rude, wouldn't it? I was saved from myself when Rick walked up. "Hi guys," he said , as if unaware of how close and intimately we were standing together. "You made it then Joe. What sort of a morning have you had?" I had stepped away from Steve and he dropped his arms. "Look, if you two are cool I'll catch you later at the life class. Gotta run," and with that Steve had gone. Well that was a change. What had gotten into him? I had no time to dwell on it as Rick was steering me to the servery and the queue of hungry students. The food smelled good and I realized how hungry I was. We ate together in pleasurable conversation and moved off to the life class studio where we found easels, graphite sticks, charcoal and stools. We were early and only a few other students were taking up a position, mainly on "donkeys" to the front of the area in the middle of the room, surrounding a small stage on all four sides. Rick explained that the model, man or woman, would pose for 15 minutes at a time for the first hour, have a ten minute break and then pose again for two hours with a break in the middle. There was a list of models and it seemed that there were some favorites among them. Students who wanted could put their own name up as a model and it was very common among the exhibitionists, those needing the extra cash and the very well endowed. Today we would have a professional male model so everyone else was expected to draw. The large room was filling up and guys and girls were greeting each other and the buzz of noise had increased to a loud rumble. At 12.30 a tall, distinguished man in his late 40's walked to the middle and mounted the stage. He was followed by a very muscular black guy, about 6"4 and very buff. He was wearing a robe which was undone casually at the front. It swung open as he sat down on the edge of the stage and he unconcernedly allowed it to gape wide."Well he's a big boy," whispered Steve as he squeezed his easel next to mine. I shifted slightly to my left and Rick eased over too to accommodate Steve who was busy placing his paper and getting ready for the first pose. Mr Richardson, our tutor for the day, introduced himself and the model, Antone. Antone removed his robe and took his place on the stage. He was bent to the left holding one knee with both hands and the twist in his body turned his head in my direction. I looked him over. What a hunk! He was mid 20's with chiseled good looks and an enormous cock that seemed to hang down almost to his knee. "Bet you'd like to get your lips round that, Joe," said Steve, a little too loudly for my liking. "Fuck off," I retorted, hopefully so no-one else could hear. As I looked at the model again, wondering where to start my drawing , Antone's eyes caught mine and he winked. I immediately felt my face redden as I blushed. He grinned in return and I looked away from his face , straight to his cock. Was it my imagination or was it hardening; slowly growing longer and thicker? "Looks like you've got a new friend," mumbled Rick in my ear. I blushed again and saw Antone grin as he adjusted his growing member with a quick grope and a shake. He stayed semi hard for the 15 minutes of that pose, creating a lot of heavy breathing among the girls who were nearest to the platform. I had to agree he was HOT. and studying his body was making me horny too. As the session came to an end I saw I had focused mainly on that large, beautiful cock. Everything else was drawn very sketchily but the cock was in great detail and somewhat larger than life. Both Steve and Rick looked over at my work and chuckled. "MM, you'd better get ready for a very stiff crit from Henry," said Steve. "Henry? Henry who?" I answered. "Henry Richardson, our tutor." said Rick." He'll be round soon to chat up the new lads," and he laughed. "Yeh ,for some reason he ignores the girls. Likes to focus on the men. Offer them some "special" guidance with their work. I wouldn't be surprised if he takes an extra interest in you." With that Antone had taken up his second pose, hands on hips back straight and looking right at me. Fuck he was hot. Such a good looking guy and so buff. I could feel my cock stiffening and was aware that Antone had fixed me with his firm gaze and sexy grin. I was blushing again and tried to concentrate on my drawing not Antone's cock. Steve moved behind me and pushed his hips into my bum. I could feel the hard bulge of his stiff cock grinding into my bum. "What say we invite him to join us in your bed tonight? Fancy a threesome? I'm game if you are and he certainly likes you." With that Steve reached around and groped my cock and as I looked towards Antone I could see that he had noticed. He licked his lips lasciviously and his grin widened. Fuck me if his cock hadn't started the journey down to his knee again. We were at the very back of the class so Steve's attention to my bum largely went unnoticed. He was certainly giving me a hard on and as I turned to comment he pushed his tongue deep into my mouth. "Christ Steve, give me a break. I can't concentrate on my drawing," I said as I pulled away from his groping hands. "Come on Joe, you know you like it," He replied, "and we're putting on a show for Antone. Trying to get him hard. He's certainly interested." I could see how our antics were affecting the model because this time when he switched pose he had a semi very clearly sticking up from his groin. He made no attempt to cover it and lay back on the box with his head hanging over the edge so he could see us upside down. His cock had lengthened and hardened and made an attractive arch away from his legs. Every now and then it would twitch provocatively and Antone only smiled and kept his firm gaze on me. "Fuck, he's hornier than I am," said Steve as he ground his big stiff prick into my bum cheeks. "We gotta hook up with that dude. Man he's hot, hot, HOT!" There was a cough from behind us and we pulled away and turned quickly to see Henry Richardson standing behind us, his arms folded across his chest and looking none too pleased. "I'd like to see both of you in my office straight away. And bring your drawings with you, NOW." With that he turned away and opened the door, waiting for us to follow. I gathered the two sketches I had made and followed Steve outside. Mr Richardson led the way to his office and ushered us in. I nervously stood in front of his desk as he took a seat the other side. I'd only been here half a day and I was in deep shit already. Fuck. "Can I see your drawings please," he asked in a low controlled voice and I lay mine next to Steve's on the bare desk. I have to say that Steve's looked great. Despite the distractions he'd done a lot in the time and with a very expressive technique. They were good and Mr Richardson seemed to like them. He spent some time looking at one and then the other. "MM, not bad Steven, Youv'e captured that twist in the body really well and I like the way youv'e got the weight over this foot. Nicely drawn too. You can go," and he thrust the drawing in Steve's chest. "But .. but ... what about ..." "Just GO, before I change my mind," and he walked to the door and held it open. Steve walked slowly out, giving me a brief smile for support and confidence. God, I needed that. What was this guy up to? "Now, Joe is it? or is it Joseph? I like to get things straight from the get go. We don't want any misunderstandings do we," and he spread my drawings apart on his desk. He was standing on my side of the desk and I could feel how tense he was. His hands leaned on the desk top, shoulder width apart. He was about 42, 44 but still in good shape. His narrow hips were hidden by a linen jacket. He had pulled up the sleeves roughly to show fit, hairy forearms. Under this he had a tight black T, tucked into red jeans. Tight red jeans. Very tight red jeans, especially around the crotch area. "Please, call me Joe. Everyone else does, except my dad." "Mm, well I would like to call you what he does. Do you mind?" "No n no. He calls me Joey. Joey would be fine," I stammered hesitantly. "Good. No need to be nervous Joey. I like to have a private chat with all the new boys. See if there is anything special they need, or if they have any special talents. Do you have any special talents Joey? or is there something special I can do for you? Eh?" Mr Richardson had moved closer to me and I could feel his breath on my face as he whispered the last words. Christ this was a little strange but I didn't want to upset a tutor on my first day so I thought I'd better go along with it. "No Mr Richardson, sir. I'm pleased to be here and keen to learn all I can," I said as I felt his arm slide around my shoulders. "Good boy Joey, now no wonder these drawings aren't up to much. It's hard to concentrate when that naughty boy Steven is distracting you. He was distracting you, wasn't he Joey?" and he slid his hand off my shoulder and rested it on my bum. Christ , he must have seen everything. No wonder he was horny. Did he want me to suck him or what? "Yes he wa. was a l.. little distracting," I stammered as I felt his hand grope my arse. I wasn't sure what to do next so I just stood and waited. Mr Richardson slowly took off his jacket and hung it on the back of the door. As he did so I heard a click and he smiled as he walked back to me. Christ, he's locked us in, I thought. What now? "OK Joey, if you'd like to we can play a little game. Something that will help you concentrate if you are distracted again. What do you think? Want to play?" With this last sentence he leaned in close and whispered in my ear. "I think you'll like it - a lot." "Alright, what do I have to do?" After all it was just a game, right? He moved behind me and leaned in close to my back and neck. "Lets try the drawing task again," and he lay a pad of paper and a few pencils on the desk. "Now you draw whatever you can remember of that fit black model. You did like him didn't you? And I'll try to distract you. Just keep on drawing as though nothing is happening. It will be fun. Lets see how it goes." "O OK" I stammered. "I.. I'll gi.. give it a a try, if you say so." "Oh no Joey. It's YOU that have to say so. I don't want to do anything you wouldn't like." With that Mr Richardson moved his hand lower and grabbed my packet through my jeans. "Shall we get started Joey? What do you think. Want to play?" "Yes please," I said in barely a whisper. "Yes." I started to draw the black guys legs and chest from memory. I had a good memory of that part of his anatomy. As I got under way I felt Mr Richardson move round behind my. He pressed his hardening cock into my bum cheeks and licked the side of my neck. Christ this was hot! "Well joey, you are doing surprisingly well." he whispered in my ear as he ground his hips against my ass. He was pulling at my packet and I knew I was tenting as far as my tight jeans would allow. "I think you like this don't you boy," and he reached up and squeezed my nipple through my T. He wasn't rough, just assertive and I knew I'd do anything he suggested or led me into. I heard him shuck off his loafers and unbuckle his belt. He leaned in again. "Just keep drawing, no matter what." I felt him lick my neck and grip my hair in his hand. Then he was lifting my shirt and scratching up and down my chest with his arms wrapped around me. He found both my nipples and rolled them between his fingers and thumbs. I let out a low moan and he ground up against me again. "Just keep drawing boy. Keep focused, there's a good boy." My mark making was getting harder and firmer as he pulled and teased me. "Oh yes, oh yes," I was moaning as I tried to ride with the sexual pleasure and thrill he was creating in my body. I couldn't take much more and tried to turn around but he firmly held me in place with his hard, sinewy arms. A Model for the Life Class Ch. 03 "No no Joey. Just a little longer. You are enjoying it aren't you?" and he pushed up against me and wriggled. I didn't want to disappoint so I replied, "OK Mr Richardson, but I'm gonna cum real soon." "Good boy. Just a little longer, and believe me it gets better." With that a hand reached round and undid the buttons on my jeans. I felt firm , strong hands pulling them down and lifting my cock and balls out of my tight briefs. I gasped as my cock and balls sprung out and again as firm fingers cupped me with one hand and pulled at my erection with the other. I'd given up all pretense of drawing now and rested both hands on the desk in front of me. Christ he was good. I heard a zipper opening and some shuffling then the hands were back groping my junk again. When he pushed up against my bum cheeks this time I felt his hard, naked cock pushing Up my back as he ground into me. "You like that eh Joey? You feel that big daddy cock and you want to make me happy? Yes? I did. At that moment every sense and nerve ending was screaming out for more. I wanted the hard body on top of me, the sinewy fit thighs wrapped around me and that long slim cock poking in my gut. "God yes. Please, please. oh yes, oh yes," I moaned and pushed my hips back into his lap. He reached around and pulled my head sideways for a long slow kiss. His tongue probed and licked in my mouth and I sucked on it as hard as I could. When he pulled away I gasped for air and reached behind me, grabbing his stiff rod with one hand and holding on to his upper leg with the other. I could feel him strip off his T and the rough chest hair as he forced me forward onto the desk. I pulled off my T and lay forward with my arms outstretched. "Oh yes. I think your'e ready Joey. Are you?" With that he bent his muscular legs and crouched down, head level with the desk. I felt a cool wind on my bum and firm fingers held the cheeks and pulled them apart. The anticipation was tremendous and when his tongue found my puckered hole I squirmed and moaned with delight. "Ohh yes," I groaned as he slowly licked and bit and blew and nibbled at my man hole. He worked his tongue in and out and in and out, sometimes slowly and long, sometimes quick and hard. "Oh,don't stop," I begged as I felt him stand up. "Later Joey, later. Right now I want you to have this," and without anymore talk he was inside me with his long, hard rod. "I gasped with pleasure and surprise as he pounded my ass, getting straight into a hard rhythm until he was balls deep in me. Then he paused and rested his weight on my back. "Good boy Joey. You like this don't you. You want to be one of my special boys don't you." It was said as a statement rather than a question and I knew that I was hooked. I loved the feel of this older assertive man's body and of his cock pulsing inside me and I let out a long, low moan as he picked up the pace until he came inside me. I spurted all over the carpeted floor without even touching myself and was slumped over the desk as Mr Richardson pulled out and quickly cleaned up and dressed. He kissed me again and said, "Let yourself out. I'll make contact again real soon. We must work on your technique a little more. Would you like that Joey?" "Yes please sir . I'd really like that." and I grinned my best smile at him. "Right then, Just keep it between the two of us for now. We don't want the other guys to get jealous. Even though you are my favorite." Then he was unlocking the door and was gone. I looked at my watch. All that activity in just 20 minutes. Had anyone missed us I wondered? Better get back before someone did. A Model for the Life Class Ch. 04 I could hardly walk as I made my way down the corridor and back to the life class. My legs, back, anus and balls all ached like mad and I was sure I'd be black and blue when I checked the mirror later. I tried to slide in quietly and without attracting attention to my return but Steve, who had been drawing next to me, saw me and let out a yell. "Hi mate. Glad your'e back. Where the hell did you get to?" he said. Heads turned and I did a loud "Shhh," before someone else did. I didn't want everyone to know I'd been spread over Mr Richardson's desk, getting the full attention of his long, slender daddy dick for the last twenty minutes! "Keep it down mate. Glad you missed me but I'm back now." With that I tidied my board and began to fix a fresh sheet of paper. One of the heads that had turned was Antone's, the life model for today. He was standing sideways on to us and stretched his neck in an excuse to turn his head. When he saw me he smiled his wicked grin and bent to stretch his hamstrings. God, he was hot. Wow, and supple too. He looked up with his head resting on his thighs and winked in my direction. A girl in the row in front saw it and thought he was making eyes at her. She giggled and blushed as her mates asked what was the matter. "Antone, would you like a short break? We can take ten minutes. Call it a comfort stop everyone. All back in ten." With that Mr Richardson, the art tutor for this class, left the room. He was probably going to "tidy" his office, or make sure all the cum stains on his desk were wiped clean. A general hubbub of noise broke the silence and Steve started quizzing me again. "I was sorry to leave you alone with pervy Mr Richardson," he said. "What did you get up to?" I showed him the new drawing and he looked at it with interest. I tried to distract him by talking about his work. It was good but I liked Ricky's better. He was on the other side of me and he had a style that seemed to make the figure step forward from out of a mist. "This is great man. Wish I could work in that way." My diversion tactics seemed to be working and another distraction was provided by the arrival of Billy and Mark. They were first year students like me and we had chatted this morning over coffee. They were taking this break as an opportunity to walk round and show off a bit. Definitely a couple of exhibitionists, and when they saw me they headed over. "Hi Joe, what you up to over here? Can we come and play," Mark pouted. I introduced everyone and Billy, a tall muscular stud, asked me what I thought of the model. I felt myself redden again and muttered something like,"Yeh, he's hot. Reminds me of you." "Billy laughed and Mark said that the two things they had in common were being well hung and being black. "Nothing wrong with being black Bro," said a deep voice from behind us and we all turned to see the hot, handsome Antone standing with his arms folded over a broad, smooth chest and eyes glinting in devilment. He stood about four inches taller than any of us and his musculature was even more impressive close up. "Thought I'd have a look at how things are going. I like that," and he pointed at Rick's. "Lets see yours," he said to me, with a sexy grin and another of those devilish winks and as I held up my last effort that Mr Richardson had helped me with, Antone moved close behind me and put his mouth close to my ear. His breath made me tremble and the smell and closeness of his body had my hands shaking and my legs quivering. I could feel my cock stiffening, especially when Anton pressed his hand on my bum cheeks and kneaded them firmly. Not bad," he said loud enough for the others to hear, Then, bending closer he whispered in my ear, "Why don't you hang about when every one else clears off after the class. I'd like to get to know you better." He growled and I felt the barest touch of his cock on my bum cheeks as he brushed teasingly against me. With that he turned and made his way back to the dais in the centre of the room. "What did he want?" asked Billy. "What a stud. He's so fit. Close up he's really buff, " said Steve. "Wouldn't mind a few minutes alone with him." "Are you guys gay?" asked Mark in wide-eyed wonder, as though he had just unwrapped a great Christmas present. "No, most of us are bi," said Steve, "but some like men more than others," and he gave me a sexy leer. Just then Mr Richardson came back in and quietened the noise and chatter with a loud, barked summons to get to work again. "Some of you have a lot to do to get finished and I want to see all first year work before you go. Buckle down and get to it." He turned to Antone and assisted him in getting back in place by lining up the chalk marks for his feet. From the middle of the platform he looked out and stretched that magnificent body and unselfconsciously adjusted his cock. It was creeping down his leg again and he smiled over at me as he did so. I blushed yet again and felt myself harden in my jeans. I must remember to wear something looser tomorrow. This tightness could get painful. We were all quickly back to work and I tried to use Rick's way of drawing and was quite pleased with how things were progressing. "You have just half an hour," called out Mr Richardson, and a hush fell on the room as we concentrated on our work. Steve leaned across to me and squeezed my bum without anyone seeing. "Want to hook up tonight?" he whispered, pulling closer to me so no-one else could hear. "Perhaps go for a drink and I'll show you my room. What do you say?" "What about Pete? Won't you be seeing him?" I asked. "Oh yeh. but thought you could handle two of us. Interested?" and he leered at me again. God, I had hardly got used to one guy at a time and he was suggesting two. "No mate. Some of us freshers are meeting up for a drink," I lied. "Perhaps we can hook up another day?" Why had I lied to him. I certainly found him attractive, if a little "lively". Did I secretly intend to meet up with the black stud, Antone? "OK mate, your loss. You can always give me a knock when you get in. We are bound to be still awake." He eyed me slyly. "And if you come back with someone be sure to bring them up too. The more the merrier." Our whispers were too quiet for anyone else to hear but the content was causing my cock to stiffen AGAIN. I'd never known a day like it. Up and down like Tower Bridge. I would need a good blow job at least after this and I looked lustfully at Antone. He was holding his pose well and the faint covering of oil on his body glistened in the art room lights. He had suggested a meeting after the class but I wasn't sure I was up to it. Christ he was buff and I really wanted to be in tip-top shape for any session we had together. I'd only just cum for Mr Richardson and wasn't sure how I'd perform again so soon. What was I thinking? He'd probably just use my body for his pleasure and throw me off like an old sock. Well even that wouldn't be all bad. I was imagining his hard cock impaling me as his strong arms lifted me up, planting me on his throbbing cock. Then he was banging my ass and thrusting his hips as he pumped me full of his cum. I was hanging on to his shoulders and panting and moaning as he kissed me with those full and luscious lips. Oh God. How could I say no? "Right class, time's up," said Mr Richardson. "First year work with names on the back on the table by the door on your way out. Let's hope tomorrow is a better day. Thank you Antone. We'll see you on Thursday and Friday." With that parting comment he was gone. The place erupted into noise and movement with students chatting and stacking equipment as they tidied the room. I took my time clearing up, casting furtive, hurried glances in Antone's direction. He looked at me from across the room and licked his lips. The next time I looked up he had disappeared. I hadn't seen where he'd gone but as I scanned round for a glimpse of his hard, black body I was disappointed. He was nowhere to be seen. Billy and Mark wandered over clutching their work. "What do you think the old bugger will make of these," laughed Billy. He seemed a little nervous and shifted from foot to foot, clutching his drawings. "Lets have a look then," said Rick and we held the papers between us as we pored over them. He had given the model an ENORMOUS, stiff prick, sticking out from a very muscular, well observed body. "Fuck mate, I'd like a piece of that." said Rick. "Bit of artistic license eh?" We were discussing the line quality and shading when a movement from the centre of the room caught my eye. As I looked through the scrum of bodies I saw him. Antone had returned to collect his robe and the blanket on which he had been lying. He was dressed casually in a tight T shirt that showed all his chest muscles to good advantage. On his legs he wore the tightest athletic tights ever, showing off his thighs and calves, and the very promising bulge in the front. I stood there drooling as he collected his things. Our eyes met and he smiled seductively and, just for me, turned around and bent over. He rubbed the top of his legs and the tight buns as he picked up the towel, then with a discrete nod in my direction he had gone again, disappearing back to the changing room. I couldn't believe no-one else had seen him and struggled to stack my easel and disguise the stiff, erect penis in my pants. I knew I was blushing and avoided everyone's gaze and attention. "Well," said Billy. "Are we gonna get a drink or what?" Steve looked over and smiled. "You youngsters head on out and have a good time. Us oldies won't be able to keep up, is that what you mean?" Billy was just about to say something, perhaps to invite him too, when I interrupted and quickly agreed that we needed time to bond as a year group. I gave Steve and Rick my best "friends" smile and waved them off. I checked with Mark which pub we were meeting at and made an excuse to be late. Then I followed the straggles out of the life studio and headed to the model changing room. I was nervous as I knocked on the door. I could feel my hand trembling and it took all my resolve to wait for an answer and not run off down the corridor and out into the afternoon sun. But I waited, hardly daring to breathe, for what seemed like forever. Finally the door was opened and the bulk of a black, large body filled the door frame. Soft, hooded eyes looked into mine and the faintest trace of a smile spread over the luscious, full lips. As he spoke, or growled, there was a a flash of bright, regular teeth. "So, you decided to take me up on my offer, eh? You'd better come in instead of blocking up the corridor." With that Antone turned and moved into the room, giving me a good look at his firm legs and muscled bum, now clad in tight black jeans. If I had any willpower left it had gone when he looked at me over his shoulder, licked his lips and growled,"Come on boy. You know you want it." his body was hard, his cock was huge and the sex was good - no, it was great. ( But you don't want to read about that. Oh you do.) He turned and moved towards me, wrapping me in his hard, muscled arms and pulling me to his firm chest. My mouth was open in lust as he bit down on my ear. He moved his lips to my mouth and fought my tongue as he pushed his demanding muscle inside my mouth. "Mmmnn, Oh God, oh yes, yes," was all I could say as I felt Antone move his hand up under my T and scratch on my back. His searching fingers moved around, still under my T until they found my nipples. He then proceeded to pull and pinch at first the left then the right one, making me moan with pleasure and grind against his hard body with uncontrolled lust. "Oh please, please Antone. Fuck me man. I need your cock in me now," I gasped between kisses and gropings. He laughed and rubbed the back of my body, getting most of his hand down my tight jeans. "You givin' me your sweet little boy arse?" he murmured, leaning into my neck and sucking up a forceful love bite. I flung my head back and let out a long, low moan, grinding into him with more intensity and passion. "Fuck yes. Take me, here, now. Get inside me and fill my hole with your jizz." I couldn't believe that was my voice saying those sexy things. I was way past being provocative. I was wanton, rampant with desire. I knew this big black stud could really take me to new heights and I wasn't letting him out of this room until he had. He laughed and ground his hips against mine. Then to my surprise he put both hands under mt thighs and lifted me up so we were chest to chest and my eyes were level with his. He smiled and licked his lips. Those lovely plump lips parting sensually, oh so invitingly so I couldn't resist attacking them with my tongue. We started rocking back and forwards. grinding our hips slowly against each other. Fuck that felt so good. I was floating on a wave of lust. "I want you boy but you have to tell me how much you want it, and what you want me to do to you. Come on. Talk dirty to me," Anton moaned into my ear. I was still pumping into him while he held me effortlessly in his strong black arms. "Oh Anton, you sexy fuck. I want to feel you inside me. I want your big, black rod pumping my guts until you explode and cream inside me." Was that me talking again? Where had I learned to talk like that? "Ok boy. Lets get you out of these jeans," and as he said the words he slowly lowered me to the floor. I unbuckled my belt and then his, my hands faltering and hesitant in my excitement and anticipation. Antone stripped off my T and raised his big black arms to allow me to pull his over his head. He pulled my jeans down and lifted one leg at a time to help wriggle me out of them. Then he stepped out of his own. Fuck, he was commando. His cock was stiff and unconstrained by briefs or boxers, unlike me. He was hard and stiff, at least ten inches long and as fat as my wrist. Christ, how would I take all of that? Antone grabbed me again and lifted me back into his arms. He kissed me forcefully and his tongue flicked in and out of my mouth. "You want me baby? You ready for my big cock?" and he ground against my crotch through the material of my skimpy white briefs as he lifted me back onto his body with both arms under my legs and thighs, exposing my butt hole to his every whim. Ne had me in a firm grip and was completely in control and I was loving it. I hung to his neck with both hands and moaned and writhed. "Oh yes big boy. Fuck me with that rod of yours. Come on man. Get inside me, and make me feel it." With that I bit on his ear and lowered my mouth to his chest. { found a nipple and rolled it in my mouth, flicked it with my tongue and then bit down, gently at first but with increasing pressure as he started to moan and push into my crack harder and harder with that big black cock. I felt both hands grip my bum cheeks and pull them apart. Then Antone's fingers were inside my briefs and he had one, than two fingers caressing my hole. Before I knew it they were deep inside me. "Fuck man, that is so hot," and I wriggled against his hand as he fondled, pushed in and opened me up. I knew I had to be ready for his huge dick and if this was what it took I'd learn to love it. And I found that after the pain of the first rough intrusion I was really getting off on it. He had found some lube and was pushing two then three then, unbelievably four fingers deep inside and wriggling them around. This was something new and I moaned as the rough, probing fingers hit the spot. We were both humping and moaning now and my briefs were clearly in the way. As if he had read my thoughts Anton grabbed the material in both hands and pulled. The pants ripped apart and cool air caressed my hot thighs and bum hole. I felt empty where his fingers had been and my ring puckered and pulsed gently, as if trying to find something hard to suck inside. Anton wasted no time. As if strengthened and exhilarated by the nakedness of my hole he positioned his hard, black cock right at the tight ring and roughly pushed forward. "Here it comes boy. You ready for this man meat?" he snarled. Without waiting for an answer he was in and kept up the pressure with firm and forceful strokes until buried deep inside me. "Ohhh, ohh NNOOO," I moaned and shouted as the pain increased until it was nearly unbearable. There was no moment of pleasure, just a gut-stabbing agony as he worked further and further inside me. And to think I had been persuaded to beg for this, to act the slut for the promised pleasure. "NO, No! Oh god, I can't take it, you're too big. Pull out man, PULL OUT!. Oh , ohhh, AGHHHH!!" Antone took a break and held still, his sweat soaked body pressed against mine so I could feel every muscle of his thighs and abs. The over-riding sensation was the painful one of his stiff, hard, pulsating cock buried deep inside me. "Relax man. Go with it." Antone moaned." I don't want to hurt you, you sweet boy but we gotta break you in to this big dick or how you ever gonna enjoy a fuck with me? The pain will soon go and I guarantee you'll be begging for more." He stroked my wet, sweaty hair with a big hand. " Just relax and push down when I start to pump again. Ready?" Through tear stained eyes I looked at him and tried to smile. "OK, but slowly, and stop if it gets too bad. Please." He kissed me slowly and sensuously on the mouth, biting my bottom lip gently. "Trust me," he groaned."You're gonna love it. Once you've had my big ,black dick you won't want anything else." He kissed me again, more passionately this time and I felt his cock twitch inside me. It seemed to be swelling up and I was again aware of the pain and discomfort. "I'm not sure," I moaned. "I don't think I can ..." but Anton wasn't listening to me. He started pushing and pumping and this time I tried to relax and push back. It still hurt but I was more able to take it. Eventually he stopped. "That's it, I'm in." and I understood that he was buried, "balls deep" in my hole.How had I managed to take it all? I could fel its emormous girth rather than the length of it. "There, you love it now ehh?" and he nuzzled my neck as we rocked slowly back and forward. The pain was still there but not enough to bring fresh tears to my eyes and without further penetration I was growing used to the size of his tool inside me. It felt like I was about to have an enormous "dump" and couldn't believe I was stretched so wide. Antone picked up the pace again and I started to rock my hips back and forth in time with his gentle but firm pressure. I was moaning and started crying out. "Oh yes, that feels good. Oh just like that. Oh yes, yes, YESS," and I screamed as he hit the spot inside me . He lowered me to the floor, hard cock still inside me and without missing a beat continued to pick up the pace. Antone was really pumping now and his hips ground against mine at every push forward. I was rocking to and fro in time with his thrusts and pulled his head down to mine. Our lips met and opened and I flicked and sucked at the inside of his mouth with my tongue. "Oh yes, come on man fuck me harder. I'm loving it. I want it deep and rough." "Told ya," he said. With that Antone ceased the gentle lover and became a wild animal. He scraped at my skin with his fingernails, pulled at my hair, bit on my nipples and pumped and thrust his cock so forcefully and deep I thought it would break through the top of my head. "Oh yes man. You big black bastard. Fuck me good. Fill me with your cum," I shouted in wild abandon while writhing on the floor under his big, hard body. Just then there was a knock at the door and the janitor's head popped round. A Model for the Life Class Ch. 04 "Sorry guys but I'm locking up in ten. Make it a quick one." With that he had closed the door and we heard his whistle disappearing down the corridor. We stared at each other in stillness, then burst out laughing. "Come on, lets get this finished," said Anton as he picked up the pace again. Then it's back to mine for the night. Agreed?" "Agreed," I whispered as I felt his thrusts becoming more insistent. I fell into his rhythm and was not surprised to feel my balls tighten and a fountain of cum flood my belly. Anton was close behind and he pounded one last time and thrust deeply inside, held himself up on strong arms as his body stiffened and then collapsed as he released a tidal wave of cum deep inside me. I hugged him close, content to feel his cock pulsing and cum oozing down my thighs. "Well that wasn't bad boy, for a beginner." I looked up at him and laughed. "Want to go again?" "MM, I'm tempted but how about back at my place. We can really take our time and you might just learn a few new things." He smiled and bent down and kissed me, his thick lips and tongue mashing against mine. "OK, but if you start to harden again I won't let you up until you cum. And this time I really want to feel it." I teased him with my comments and ran my hands over his strong, broad back. What if I do this," I said and inserted a finger in my anus next to his cock and started to move it around slowly. "What does that feel like?" I could tell it was touching a nerve as his pulsing cock started up again, thickening and growing as I wriggled my finger and my hips in time. He picked up the rhythm and I could feel him growing inside me now, no doubt about it, he was getting hard. He growled and pulled his chest away from me, looking lustily into my eyes. "You fucking tart," he moaned and clawed at my nipples. I chuckled and pulling my finger out of my anus, reached round with both hands to grab his hard bum cheeks. "Gotcha." I thrust my hips upward and grasped his stiffening cock by clenching my bum hole. "You sure have boy, you sure have," and with that he dropped down onto my body with his full weight, driving the air from my lungs and his rock hard cock deep into my guts again. "Better tell the janitor to lock us in," he murmured. "This is gonna be a long night." I wrapped my arms around his hard body. Yep it sure was. My big , black lover was mine, at least for tonight, and I was gonna make the most of it. ***** Please comment on this chapter and let me have any ideas for the future. I really appreciate it.