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My Encounter With Richard Ch. 01

By: Mike77



I told you some while ago about the day I met Terry, the young guy who runs the fitness club which I joined. Since that first sexual encounter we've had others which we've both enjoyed, and I've also made friends with other gays in my art college where I'm now in my second year.

I didn't consider any of my sexual activities worthy of another story until last week when, quite unexpectedly, I met a young lad of eighteen called Richard who had a sudden and devastating effect on me.

Every Thursday morning in college we have a three-hour life class in order to improve our drawing ability. As this particular Thursday was a warm and sunny spring day, I decided to save the bus fare and walk to college. I arrived rather early before the studio was open so I sat in the nearby canteen and treated myself to a bottle of coke and a packet of crisps from the machine. I had only just slung my bag on one of the tables when I saw a young guy walk into the canteen and look around. He was dressed in a white T-shirt and jeans and looked a bit younger than I. I couldn't remember seeing him before. He was quite good looking and had a shock of curly light brown hair.

The only other students in the canteen were two groups of girls a few tables away who were busy chatting and giggling, so the young chap looked at me and walked over.

"Hi!" he said. "Can you tell me where the life class room is please?"

I pointed through the door at the other end of the room. "Yes, it's just through there. It has a notice on the door ‘Life Class in progress. Please knock and wait.'"

"Thanks," he said, and turned to walk towards the door.

"It's not open yet," I said. "It's a bit early."

He hesitated looking rather nervous and a bit worried, I tried to help.

"Why don't you sit down," I said. "Jamie, the tutor should be along soon and he'll open up. By the way, I'm Martin," I said.

"I'm Richard," he replied. He sat nervously on the edge of his chair and held his bag on his lap. I knew he wasn't a member of the life class so I said, "Are you looking for someone?"

He looked straight at me and gave a slight laugh. "No, not really. . . well, yes, I suppose I'm looking for the class tutor. Did you say his name was Jamie?"

"That's right." I was getting curious. "Are you joining the class then?" I asked.

He gave another nervous laugh and looked quickly down at the table. "Oh no. I'm the model."

At this I suddenly became more than a little interested. Since the beginning of term we had had a series of female models of all ages, shapes and sizes. As I'm gay, looking at a naked female is about as interesting to me as looking at yesterday's gravy. The chance of drawing a male model definitely increased my interest in the life class. I became more welcoming.

"Oh, that's great," I enthused. "It'll be such a change drawing a male model. Have you done any modelling before?"

"No, absolutely none." He looked directly at me and smiled showing a row of perfect white teeth. "I don't know how good I'll be. In fact I'm quite nervous about it. I expect there will be some girls in the class won't there?"

I could see he was a bit concerned about this so I dismissed his worry with a wave of my hand. "Oh, don't worry about them. They'll be all giggles and chat as usual. You know what females are like."

His smile faded and he looked down at his clasped hands. "Oh yes, I know exactly what females are like." His face took on a serious expression as he quietly said these words.

Suddenly I thought of a way to cheer him up and give him some confidence. "As you've never done any modelling before, would you like to see my sketch book so you can get some idea of how to pose?"

He brightened at this suggestion and smiled again. "Oh yes please. That would be great. If I can see what you've done before I'll have some idea of what to do."

I went through my sketch book with him pointing out the poses which were more interesting to draw. He seemed impressed.

"Wow!" he said. "These are all very good. Is everyone here as good as you at life drawing?"

I gave a chuckle. "Well. . . there are four of us who consistently get the best grades. We aim to please, you know." He laughed.

As I snapped my sketch book shut Jamie came striding in through the doorway.

"Ah, the man himself," I said. "Come on. I'll introduce you." 

Jamie went briskly across the room, unlocked the door and entered the life class studio. Richard and I followed close behind him. After introducing Richard, Jamie looked quite pleased and said, "Yes, the Secretary told me we had a male model today. I'm glad about that. I think the class are getting a bit fed up with the endless stream of females."

I left the two of them chatting as Jamie explained a few things. I set up my drawing board on the easel. By now a few other students had started to saunter in and take up a position. There were generally no more than 10 or 12 students who came to the class. It ran for three hours with a break in the middle. Some students left after the first session to attend other lectures.

After pointing Richard in the direction of the changing room, Jamie walked to the middle of the studio and stood on the dais. He glanced at his watch and then surveyed the students. "OK folks, we'll make a start but I just want to say a few words to point you in the right direction with today's work. Today we have a male model, Richard. This will make a nice change after the long spell we've had with female models, but there are a few things you must bear in mind, especially those of you who are not all that good at figure drawing." He glanced meaningfully at a trio of first year girls who seemed to think that a life class was a place to attend in order to chat and giggle. Their smiles disappeared and they suddenly took an interest in the floor in front of them.

Jamie continued: "You don't need me to tell you the obvious differences between males and females but there are more subtle differences that you won't see unless you use your eyes; after all that's what I do in these life classes - I teach you to see. Let's think about some of the differences between a male and a female figure. Bear in mind that the female figure has 80% more fat than the male." Some of the girls looked up rather shocked.

"Sorry girls, but don't blame me; I didn't arrange it. It's part of life, so get used to it. In the life class situation it means that you can't get away with curved lines when drawing a male; you have to study the main muscles carefully and draw them individually. The shoulders of the male are much broader than the female. This is what gives him 60% extra upper body strength, so be careful not to use the same width we've been using for months past."

At this point Richard emerged from the changing room dressed in a long brown robe which hung loosely around him. He sauntered into the middle of the room and stood by the dais. Jamie briefly smiled at him and then continued: "One last important feature is that the male hips are narrower than the female. We'll follow the usual procedure: half an hour or so of quick three-minute poses to loosen up, then a longer pose for about 45 minutes. After the break we'll have one long pose for the rest of the session."

Jamie waved Richard onto the dais. "Thank you Richard. Over to you."

As Richard stepped onto the dais, Jamie suddenly added: "Oh, yes, the great artist Michelangelo said that the male figure was the perfect shape, so today I shall expect some perfect drawings." He paused and smiled - "Some hope!"

Richard took off his robe, let it drop at the side of the dais, and took up an ordinary standing pose. He was facing roughly in my diredction but slightly to the side. I gave a little inward gasp. He had what I always think is the perfect body for a young man. His skin was tanned and smooth and his muscles were well in evidence but not over-developed. He just looked firm and fit. I swallowed hard as I started my first sketch. I knew immediately that I just had to get to know this guy better. I found myself heartily agreeing with Michelangelo's opinion of the male body. I even dared to hope that Richard might be gay.

The students were positioned all around the edge of the room, two or three along each wall. I was sitting alone in one of the corners. The girls sat, mainly in groups of two or three along two of the walls with one or two boys between them. As Richard continued posing I realised that when he faced the girls he managed to keep his genitals concealed either by taking up a sitting position or by kneeling with one hand out in front of him. I wondered whether he was a bit shy or whether he was deliberately teasing them.

I also noticed that when he faced my corner he gave me a blantantly open view of everything, sometimes flashing me the briefest of smiles as he did so. As we neared the end of the quick poses he stood facing me and I noticed that his penis was arcing outwards slightly, giving me a beautiful view of his exposed testicles on either side. They hung like bluish-pink grapes ready to be eaten; I really wished I could be the one to taste them. In my imagination I could visualise my hand slowly sliding beneath them in a sexy caress. His pubic hair was not shaved but was trimmed quite short.

Another thing that grabbed me was the way he moved between poses. His broad shoulders, narrow waist and hips seemed to conspire to sway around in a sexually attractive swirl; he really was poetry in motion and caused a definite stirring between my legs.

His final quick pose was so blatantly sexy that I was almost positive he was trying to get me interested in him. I almost knew he must be gay. I can only describe his pose as stunning. Facing in my direction he knelt down with his legs spread wide on each side of his delicious, tanned body. He ran both hands up into his hair and turned his head to look down to his side, at the same time giving a sexy curve to his body. I looked between his legs and saw that the curve of his penis kept it just above the dais and his gorgeous rounded testicles just brushed it. In my imagination I was cupping his testicles and sucking his penis to an erection in my mouth. So engaged was I in just looking, that I didn't start to draw for a full half minute. How I loved that provocative naked pose! It would make a marvellous oil painting. But more about that later.

All the while Jamie had been wandering around commenting on the students' work and helping where necessary. Then he announced the longer pose. This, of course, had to be more comfortable, so there was nothing spectacular about it although I enjoyed just looking and drawing this fascinating guy.

Eventually Jamie looked at his watch and said we'd break for fifteen minutes. I quickly put my papers on top of my portfolio case and walked over to Richard who was putting on his robe. "Well done, Richard!" I said. "That's the best session we've had this year. I reckon you're a natural. I loved the poses."

As I stressed the word "loved" I noticed that he looked me straight in the eyes and smiled.

"Would you like a coffee?" I asked. As you're such a good model I'll treat you to show my appreciation."

He smiled again. "Thanks Martin! That would be great."

"Don't worry about getting changed to go into the cafe," I said. "Just keep your robe on. I'll bring the coffees in here. While you're waiting you can have a look at my drawings and see what I've done to you."

As Jamie and the other students had all gone out for a drink, when I returned Richard was alone in the studio. He was sitting in my corner looking at the drawings. I sat down by his side and handed him his coffee.

"Well?" I asked, "What do you think of my efforts at drawing you?"

"I'm very impressed, but I think you've flattered me."

"Not at all. I think you have a very attractive figure. These drawings are just how I see you." He gave a quiet laugh and looked me straight in the eyes.

"Really?"

"Really!"

Richard looked again at my drawings, "Tell me," I said, "Am I right in thinking that you were teasing the girls?"

He gave a loud laugh and covered his face with his hands. "Oh dear, it showed did it?"

"Well, I noticed anyway," I replied. "What was the reason?"

He suddenly became serious and looked straight at me. "There are two reasons. First of all, I was just a bit shy as this was my first attempt at modelling, and I'm not very interested in girls. I might as well tell you - I'm gay."

Now it was my turn to laugh. "That's a relief. So am I," I exclaimed as I held out my hand. Richard shook it warmly.

"Now you know why some of my poses in your direction were. . . um. . . different. I was really hoping you were gay too." We both laughed at this.

"Would you be interested in doing some modelling for me?" I asked. "I've got a fairly large room in my student accommodation. That's where I do a lot of my drawing and painting."

"I'd love to," he replied. "When do you want me?"

"Oooh. What a question!" I replied with some meaning. "How about this evening?"

"That's fine," he replied.

"About seven?"

"Right! Just tell me where you live."

"I'll draw you a map at the end of the class," I said.

Soon, most of the students and Jamie returned and we started on the one long pose. Richard lay face down slightly on his side so I had a wonderful view of his firm, smooth, rounded butt. I couldn't help thinking that, with any luck, I might get more closely acquainted with it that evening.

My Encounter With Richard Ch. 02



A loud ring of the bell just after seven told me that Richard had arrived. I hurried down from my first floor room to open the door and he greeted me with that open smile I had already become attached to.

"Hi Richard! You found my place OK?"

"Yep! Your map work was first class."

I led him up to my room and closed the door. "Coffee or beer?" I asked.

"Beer please," he replied. "I'm a bit warm after my walk."

I joined him in a beer. I thought it might help to remove any inhibitions either of us might have had, though I really didn't have any worries in that direction. We sat together on my sofa.

"You told me this morning that you weren't interested in girls," I said. Have you always been that way or is it the result of some unfortunate experience?"

He hesitated a moment looking straight in front of him and lightly tapping his bottom lip with the rim of his beer can. "Er. . . almost certainly my experience, he said turning to look straight at me. I had an unfortunate childhood."

"In what way?" I enquired.

There was another slight pause. "To be perfectly honest and put it in a nutshell, my mother was a brute. My father died before I started school and it was my mother's custom to leave my brother and I alone in the house, go out to the local pub and get stinking drunk, then come home and hit us about."

I sighed. "I know the situation," I said. I had a similar upbringing except that, in my case, the abuse was sexual, until my father put a stop to it."

Richard just nodded in sympathy. "Oh, there was nothing sexual about my abuse, it was just plain physical violence. My brother and I ran away on several occasions but the police always found us and would never believe us when we told them what our mother used to do to us. She was so plausible and luvvy-duvvy when anyone else was about."

"Are you still living with her?" I asked.

"Oh no! I waited until my younger brother was sixteen and then we both moved out. We're living with a relative now."

We went on discussing our abusive mothers in some detail as we drank our beer and it seemed to create a strong bond between us.

"Another beer?" I offered.

"No thanks. That's great for the moment. Now, what modelling do you want me to do?"

I had placed my drawings of Richard on a coffee table close by. I showed him the one with his legs spread wide open and his hands in his hair. "I loved this pose," I said. "It's so utterly sexy and appealing to me."

"It was meant to be," he replied with a short laugh.

"I'd like to spend more time on it and develop it into a finished drawing, and, later on, perhaps an oil painting," I said. "I know it's a difficult pose to hold for long but we could take it in short stages."

"Fine!" he replied.

"Also, I'd like to make a few variations," I said smiling and emphasising the last word.

He smiled back; he obviously knew what I meant. "OK. Anything," he said.

"Anything?" I asked.

"Anything!"

I immediately realised that this last answer meant we were about to embark on a relationship, so from that moment on neither of us held back.

I did a few quick poses which included some blatant full frontals; he enjoyed the posing and I enjoyed the drawing. I noted a reaction as his penis length increased. Then I did some work on his kneeling pose which I started in the art class. I was so pleased with the result that I decided quite definitely to repeat the pose as an oil painting.

Next, I got him to lie on the edge of my bed with his one foot on the floor. This was a really sexy pose and I noticed his penis arc outwards as it grew slightly stiffer. Richard was obviously enjoying himself. I made some adjustments to his pose by moving his legs with my hands. It was obvious that he liked me handling him.

I next decided to do some low key drawings by using only a table lamp and no room light, so creating some intense shadows and highlights. Once more I made excuses to handle his naked body to adjust the poses.

"You have wonderfully smooth skin Richard," I said. Those highlights look really great."

"Can I have a look?' he asked. He walked over and stood close by my side looking at the drawings as I sat on my chair. He was so close I could feel the heat from his naked thighs.

"Mmmmmm! I really like those Martin. You certainly know how to portray the stripped male." He looked down at me and I returned his steady gaze. I knew the chemistry was right, so I put my arm around the back of his legs and gently stroked the side of his thigh.

"It's the inspiring model that does it," I said. We both laughed knowing what was bound to come - soon. Then I had an idea to help things along. 

"I think I know of a way of increasing those highlights," I said.

"Oh. How can you do that?"

"Any objection to being covered with oil?" He smiled down. I knew he realised the way my mind was working.

He obviously wanted to give me every encouragement as he replied. "I don't mind being covered with oil at all - as long as you put the oil on."

We both laughed out loud at this. Now we both knew how the evening was going to end.

I fetched a small bottle of baby oil and a large bath towel from the bathroom. I spread the towel on the edge of the bed.

"OK then, just lie down there," I said, "and I'll oil you."

He lay down on his tummy as I rubbed oil into the palms of my hands to warm it up. Then starting at the top of his shoulders I spread the oil over the soft smooth skin of his young body. As I moved down his back he murmured faint groans of pleasure. "Oh, that feels really great. You have a wonderful touch."

I really loved the feel of his firm naked body as I progressed down his back and I felt a definite stirring in my crotch. I applied more oil to my hands and then spread it out over his perfectly rounded young butt. I moved my hands around his shining mounds digging in my fingers for extra effect. This elicited a sigh from Richard and a further rising between my legs. Soon I'd covered the backs of his thighs and his calves. For a moment I stood back and enjoyed the sight of this perfect naked young body glistening in the light of the table lamp.

I lifted one of his legs up and sat close to his knee. Then I placed his foot on my cheek in an intimate caress. More moans followed so I put one toe in my mouth and started to suck it. With some pleasure I noticed his fingers digging into the pillow beneath his head. I treated all ten toes in this fashion and he let out a great sigh as I lowered his foot back on the bed.

"OK Rich. If you turn over I'll finish you off." He languidly turned onto his back, opened his legs slightly and put his hands behind his head. I noticed his semi-erect penis was lying to the one side and was fairly straight.

"I find this very relaxing," he said, "so there's no need to hurry." He smiled up at me.

I couldn't wait to start across the top of his chest. He had nicely firm muscles and his pectorals and abdominals felt good under the probing, sliding movement of my hands. I'd soon covered his stomach and put more oil on my palms. With one hand I swept down his far thigh and with the other I covered his penis and testicles. He murmured at this and a faint smile played around his sensual mouth. I finished his thighs then, very deliberately lifted his erect penis and rubbed it thoroughly with oil in light long strokes. I held it in one hand and with my other cupped his testicles and rolled them in my oily palm. When I released his penis it slowly swung round and came to rest pointing straight up his stomach.

By now my face was hot and I knew I had a real hard-on.

"I like your erection Rich. I can't wait to see it when you stand up."

Without a word he swung his legs off the bed and stood up facing me holding his hands by his side. "There you are then. What do you think?"

"That's a real firm one. I love it. And do you notice it's pointing straight up at my face?" We both laughed.

"Perhaps it's hoping to gain your attention," he said.

Our eyes met and we both knew what was about to happen.

"Do you mind if we postpone the rest of my drawing session?" I asked.

"Not at all. I'm sure we can find something else to do for the rest of the evening."

That's all I needed. I picked up the towel and wiped the oil off my hands. "I don't want to get my clothes oily," I said. "I'll quickly remove them." Quickly was the operative word. In less than a minute I was standing in front of him as naked as he was.

We both moved together with urgency and encircled each other with our arms. I could feel his hard naked erection against my own. We both swayed as they rubbed together performing a sexual swordfight that sent electric rivers of ecstasy flowing through my groin. Again and again our hips undulated in rhythmic sexual pleasure. I nuzzled and kissed the smooth, young skin on the side of his neck then pulled my head back to look him full in the eyes. Seconds later our mouths were locked together and our tongues intertwined as our hands fondled our buttocks pulling our now mutually oiled bodies closer together in heated sexual arousal. We became a fraternal unity that I had never experienced before, bound together by mutual erotic pleasure.

Richard started giving those quiet groans again and I knew he was feeling as randy as I was. I got down on my knees and took his almost vertical penis between my hands rubbing it lightly up and down. He opened his legs wider and put his head back in ecstasy. 

As my enveloping lips encircled the tip of his penis I could see the pre-cum emerging from it. I knew I had him well on the way. I stroked his erection up and down slowly, lightly and sensually. His hips moved in unison as he entered and withdrew from my mouth. His hands dug deeply into my hair as he hugged my head close to his slender, naked body.

Then I slipped my tongue underneath his foreskin and swept it round and round in slow circles. I increased my speed and Rich's gasps and groans grew louder. "Oh, Mart, that feels wonderful. Please don't stop!"

I started to suck as hard as I could and, holding his penis with three fingers, I firmly pumped him up and down increasing the speed with every second. His breathing became faster and louder and then he let out a great muffled cry as he experienced the orgasmic relief of shooting his load into the loving receptacle of my open mouth. I eagerly swallowed it all as I continued to pump him for a second and third ejaculation. Finally I flung both arms around his legs and held him close as I sucked out the last drops of juice.

I felt his body relaxing in my grasp. "Oh Mart, that was absolutely incredible. You really do know what to do with a naked boy don't you? No woman could ever do that. You knew exactly what I needed."

"I have my moments," I replied looking down at my almost vertical erection. We both knew what had to happen next.