Chapter Eleven
At supper time in the caf, I sat down with Danny and John, exchanged the usual pleasantries about our second day of classes, the terrible food, and how much we were looking forward to getting back to the dorm. "I can't wait to get these pants off," Danny shared, smiling at me.
"I gotta go back to the drawing studio to finish a project," I remembered. "But I'll be back in an hour or so, I hope." I was hoping they'd wait for me to start anything fun. I explained how the drawing prof had asked us to finish up the piece we'd started, told them about Sky, how tall dark and handsome he was. "Oh, and we're going to need models to pose for the class. I bet you two hotties are too scared to do it. You're both too chicken."
We were laughing about the possibilities and awkwardness of posing nude, giggling about how it would be easy money, and maybe a good way to meet guys, when we saw Tim walking over.
"Hey guys, mind if I join you?" He said as he sat down at our table. Danny nodded, cleared off the chair next to him, and winked at me.
"Sure, hey Tim, Hitch just dared us to pose for his drawing class. He says we're not man enough. Whaddaya say we prove him wrong? If we all take his dare, and the three of us pose nude, then he has to perform OUR dare after, ok?"
I wasn't too sure about that, but it did sound like fun, so I played along. Tim had his mouth full of mashed potatoes, so he just froze, cheeks puffed out, spoon stalled mid-air, and he looked in turn at each of us around the table.
He swallowed. "Sure, I'm in," he said as he smiled. "But I should tell you guys I've posed nude before. It's really hard work." He told us between spoonfuls of food about being asked by his high school art teacher to pose for a mural project he was working on. "It turned out to be mostly an excuse to hit on me after school, and we did end up fucking a lot, but the point is it's hard to stand completely still for up to a half-hour at a time."
Awkward silence. The rest of us had our mouths hanging open at this point. "What?" Tim asked.
"You fucked Mr. Schwartz?" Danny blurted. Apparently, they had gone to the same school.
Tim nodded, diving back into his food. "Yup. Well, he fucked me really. But he was really nice. I hadn't come out, but he knew somehow. He took a huge chance, and hiring me to pose was a good way to talk privately. I made $500, but it wasn't as easy as it sounds. And I learned some very important tips." I was wondering about those tips, whether they were fucking tips or posing tips, but Danny interrupted my thinking.
"Did you pop wood?" asked Danny. "Because that's my only concern, you know, standing there in front of some cute art student, and going all stiff."
"Of course, the first time it was weird. And yes, I had to learn to clear my mind and focus just on standing still for the pose," Tim explained. "But if you guys are down, I'm in." He then smiled and stared straight at me. "And I'll work on the dare for Hitch here."
I blushed a little, but looking at the clock I saw I needed to get back to the studio to meet Sky.
"See you guys later," I said as I left the table.
I walked quickly to the drawing studio, met Sky, and immediately got back into the same position to finish the drawings. I had finished most of the composition except his face and head, so I told him to not talk for a few minutes while I worked on his nose and mouth. He kept looking down to his sketching, and then back at me. "I really need you to look right at me or your head is going to look all weird." I said.
"Okay," he complied, "Then, since I can't draw while I'm looking at you, you'll need to freeze frame a bit for me too, right?" I agreed, and started putting the finishing touches on his face. He was staring at me with a really direct intense gaze now. "Your eyes are really blue, Hitch." Sky said, almost without moving his lips. "I bet you got all the girls swooning at you, right?"
"Yeah, I had my share of puppy love romances in middle school." I admitted. One cute little girl came into mind. Debbie. Thinking about her smile just warmed my heart, then my breath caught in my throat, and I had to look away and catch my breath.
"What?" Sky inquired. "What did I say?"
"I was thinking of a girl I knew in school who was killed by a drunk driver a few years back. My first funeral, actually." I hadn't thought about her in a long time. "She had a huge crush on me. She was always sharing her lunch with me. She even let me have her Reese's cups whenever she got them in her lunch box. She didn't like them, but she never told her mom, because she liked to let me have them."
"Hold that thought," he commanded, as he started drawing me suddenly. "I will finish this part quickly, then you can finish up." I tried to look the same, not knowing exactly what he was looking for. "Tell me more about Debbie."
While he finished up his drawing of me, I looked into the distance and a flood of memories from middle school rushed to mind. "I think she was the first girl I held hands with." I told Sky about how we had never gone out or dated really, since we were both only 12-13 years old, but her sudden and tragic death had hit me hard. I had never thought of her as a girlfriend really, but she was certainly a lovely part of my early adolescence. "She always commented on my blue eyes. She said I had bedroom eyes." I confessed.
"There. I'm done," he declared. "Now I will finish posing for you." He resumed the pose I needed, looking directly at me, his coffee-brown skin exposed from his strong neck and shoulders. His skin-tight tank top revealed his athletic torso. His nipples were visibly pointing through. "You do have bedroom eyes," he announced. Then more quietly "When you look closely, you can see there's a hunger there."
"Right..." I chuckled. "Seriously, stop talking so I can finish your mouth now." I was trying to concentrate on finishing the sketch, but my cock seemed to have a mind of its own. Subconsciously, I guess, he was coming on to me, or teasing me. But in any case, while my upper body was occupied with the drawing, my legs were spread out, and my dick started to grow. It was headed down the leg of my shorts, which I had scooched up a little when I sat down, so I started to wonder if Sky would be able to see my dick head peeking out of the gap, or just the bulge growing and twitching lower and lower.
His gaze dropped momentarily to my crotch then back up, and the glint in his eye told me all I needed to know. Rather than lessen the excitement, it pushed all my buttons, and my dick went to its full length, a tiny drop of precum at the tip which even I could see now, fully exposed from the leg of my shorts.
"Hmmm." Sky hummed, winked and licked his lips, all while maintaining his direct unblinking gaze into my eyes. "I think I'm sensing that hunger a little for myself, hm?"
I could now see his bulge was growing as well. I felt my heart begin to race, and decided this drawing needed to be done. Right now. "Um. Done." I stood up, my cock disappeared into my cargos, but the long bulge remained. "I need to pee. Be right back." I walked rapidly to the bathroom down the hall, my right hand in my pocket holding my erection tight against my thigh. I went to the urinal, unzipped, and my cock practically pounced out of my pants.
The door opened and closed. Sky was standing right next to me, still staring right into my eyes. I returned his stare. I think I could see the hunger in his eyes, and it was real. "Look, Sky, I just met you today..." I began.
"Shut up." He cut me off, and then his talented black hand was firmly gripping my cock. "I think your bedroom eyes are also really sweet bathroom eyes," he said with a grin. Then, suddenly we were chest to chest, his cock was out, and he was rubbing my precum on his pink dick head. It felt amazing. Our knobs were rubbing together, his one hand held our cocks together, the other pressed my lower back close to him. We grinded like that a few more seconds, when I broke away. "Hold that thought," I whispered huskily. I quickly crossed the room and put the door-stop into position.
When I came back to the urinals, his clothes were already in a pile in the floor. His long black cock was probably the only cock I'd ever seen as big as mine. I smiled, "Finally, a rival!" I pulled my shorts off, and revealed my freshly shaved package, my cock pointing almost straight up past my navel. He grabbed himself and waved his dick like a sabre, challenging me to a dick duel.
Then we were lip locked. Groins pressed together, chest to chest, my hands were exploring his slender back and ass crack. Our kiss lasted so long I thought I might suffocate. I slumped to my knees and took his cock into my mouth. I was still learning, but I knew what would feel good to me, so I tried a few things, and judging from his reaction it was feeling good to him too. It tasted a little salty, but really good at the same time. His cock was warm in my mouth, and although I couldn't come close to deep throating his pole, I went to town sucking and slurping and licking it from tip to root.
He moaned a little too loudly for a public bathroom. "Shh, Sky!" I warned him.
"Can't help it, dude." Then he shifted his position so he was lying on the floor, his clothes a make-shift pillow. I returned to sucking his rod, on my hands and knees. "Hey, swing over here and I'll return the favor." So with my mouth still on his dick, I rotated my body until my hardon was poking him in the face.
We sucked each other like that for what seemed hours, but I'm sure it was just a few minutes. Between sucking my cock, he nuzzled his nose into my balls, and took in turns each balls into his mouth. He pulled my butt down closer to him, and his tongue found my hole. I was concentrating on his knob when I felt a jolt of electricity run throughout my whole frame. I gasped and ended up almost swallowing his whole 9" dick. I came back up for air, and pushed his meat back down my throat. I could feel him rotating slightly, and fucking my face gently.
His rimming action was making me wild. My cock slapped against his chest, and slid between his pecs, lubricated with his saliva. I pulled his dick out of my mouth and stroked his slick length vigorously with my fist, while his tongue continued to explore that spot between my balls and ass hole.
Now I was the one moaning too loudly. "Are you close too?" Sky asked. I nodded, eyes rolling back in my head, and sat back on my ankles, sitting fully on his face now, his one hand stroking my cock faster and faster. His other hand on his own cock pointed right at me.
I felt the climax coming. I leaned back, my balls on his chin and shot my load high in the air, splattering down on his chest, abdomen and legs. I fell forward so that the cum was pressed between us, my thighs encircling his head, my face right over his rod.
I grabbed it with one hand, took it deep in my mouth. Sucking hard, I pulled up and after a loud popping, wet slurping noise, went back down. I continued this procedure about ten times when I felt him begin to squirm. He pressed me down tight against him, still nuzzling my balls with his face and with one huge jerking motion he began to cum. The first gob went in my mouth. I pulled it out and the second and third jets of cum went right in my face, and over my head onto my back.
I swallowed his cock again and held it there. Sky writhed on the floor under me for a full minute before seemingly collapsing. I was rolling his cum around on my tongue, tasting the sweet, salty and even a little spicy flavors. He rolled to the side and I slid onto the floor, our cum glue creating strings of white goo between our bodies.
We both laid there panting a few moments, I looked over at Sky and his flat belly was rising and falling as he caught his breath. I noticed now that his chest and abdomen were completely hairless. He had a tiny little treasure trail from his navel to his pubes. His cock was getting softer now, still laying across his thigh, a little fluid dripping from his slit. Then he sat up. "That was awesome. But look at the cummy mess we made," Sky said. "How are we supposed to clean ourselves up?"
I looked up at the towel dispenser. It was empty. "Shit," I said.
"Well, when I've been in a tight situation before, I've found cotton underwear makes an acceptable washcloth." Sky then grabbed his grey knit boxers, took them to the sink and got them wet and soapy. I stood and took a piss at the urinal, my cock now soft and poking out about 7 inches. I felt a warm soapy sensation on my bare backside. Sky proceeded washed the cum from my back, butt and legs, rinsing out the boxers a few times. He then turned me around and washed my face, chest and thighs "And now its your turn to wash me," he said, handing me the wet sudsy cloth.
"My pleasure," I affirmed, cleaning his body in like manner. I was fascinated how his body was hard and bony, with muscles stretched tightly from joint to joint. There didn't seem to be any fat or extra flesh anywhere. I told him "I think it was really helpful to draw anatomically-correct drawings after this hands-on approach to the human body."
"Agreed," Sky said. "I wonder if we'd get extra credit if we tell the prof about our little exercise?" We laughed at that. In a minute we were dry, so we dressed. Sky left his wet boxers in a heap on the floor, and stepped into his shorts. He looked down at his groin, "Can you tell I'm free-balling?" He wagged his cock side to side and it was pretty obvious there was long dong batting back and forth in there.
"Hard to say," I replied. "You're still pretty hung, and if you are staring at it like I am, it's a nice view."
"Ah, fuck it," he swore. "I gotta get back to finish the rest of the reading for my other classes tonight." He popped the door-stop out of the way and left the restroom, his wet boxers still in a heap on the floor in the middle of the room.