The Nude Model Ch. 02

I watched those boys show off their skin as long as I could, but eventually I had to get ready for my own gig. I was modeling for a Dr. Harris's class, which was clear on the other side of the building, and it took me a minute to find it. I made sure to knock on the dressing room door, and when no one answered, I stepped inside.

This time, I felt like I was all business. After all, if Brandon and Deshawn could act like old pros, I could too, even if I didn't have the experience that they did. I just stripped down, threw my clothes aside, and put on my bathrobe. Then I stepped out into the classroom, waited for the class to start, and finally showed off my body for all to see.

I was in front of a sculpting class, so the students were working with mounds of clay. I heard a guy smack a piece of clay on his tabletop, and he started rolling the clay into a cylinder.

I couldn't help wondering if this guy was sculpting my dick. I wanted to think so, though he could just as well be sculpting any number of things. But I tried not to think about that, since I was trying my damndest to stay soft.

At some point I recognized the Mexican couple in the class. They were the same guys I'd seen before, the ones who'd been sitting with Levi. I had to wonder if they were all friends, and if so, what they might talk about. I would think that gay art students would gossip about their models... but that made me a little nervous, since it made me wonder what they might say about me.

Regardless, I kept it professional, so I just stood there without moving a muscle. I gave those boys plenty of time to sculpt whatever parts of my body they wanted, in any number of poses. By the end, I was definitely ready to sit down.

When I got back to the dressing room, I found a text waiting from Brandon.

I'm so fucking horny, he wrote. Dr. Harris wouldn't let me sit in on your class. Though that might be a good thing.

I couldn't help but chuckle. I just responded— Lol!— then put my phone down and started getting dressed.

I'd just pulled up my pants when my phone buzzed again. I was gonna suggest going to Thaxters again, Brandon wrote. But maybe you just wanna come back to my place?

Oh hell yeah! I texted back.

Just make sure you use the side door again.

Ok, I wrote as I threw on my shirt. On my way. And with that, I grabbed my stuff and hurried away.

When I got to Brandon's place, he buzzed me into the building, and I knocked on his door. "It's unlocked," he said from inside. "Come in."

I opened the door, but at first I didn't see him. I stepped inside and looked around. "Where are you?" I asked.

"In the bedroom," Brandon said.

I walked across the living room, and then I saw him. Brandon was already naked, lying in bed, with a bottle of lube at his side.

"Hey stud," he said. "How about you make yourself comfortable?"

"Ha!" I said. "I see you're cutting to the chase...."

"Not exactly. I said hours ago that anything more would need to wait till later. And now here we are." With that, Brandon stood up and gave me a soft kiss.

"Mm," I said as I responded in kind, and I ran my tongue along Brandon's lips. I also ran my hands down his back till I got to his ass. I traced his crack with my fingers, then massaged both of his globes.

"I'm glad I got you to come back for more."

"Of course," I said as we kept making out. "Why wouldn't I?"

"Well," he said, "you did get to see some other meat on display."

"Uh huh," I chuckled. "Is that what got you so horny?"

"Ha!" Brandon said, and he broke off the kiss. "Let me put it this way. Deshawn's body is great to look at, but yours is the one I want to play with." He slid his hands under my shirt. "Speaking of which... let's get you out of these clothes."

I let Brandon pull my shirt off. By this point getting naked felt more natural than ever: I yanked off my shoes, socks, pants, and underwear, basically in one quick move.

"Atta boy," he said. "I've been wanting to see this body so bad...."

"Did they seriously not let you in my class?"

"They're not supposed to," Brandon said. "Not when there's a nude model. Jean-Jacques was actually breaking the rules for you... not that I minded of course."

I kissed Brandon again. "You could've told Dr. Harris you'd already seen the goods...."

"Ha!" Brandon said as we made out. "I might as well tell him that dick has already been inside me... I'd get fired so fast...."

I broke off our kisses, though I kept my face next to Brandon's. "Here's what you missed," I said. Then I stepped back and struck one of my poses.

"Mm," Brandon said. "I'd sculpt that... though I don't think anything would live up to the real thing."

I laughed. "You're just trying to get some."

"Guilty as charged," he replied. Then he put his arms around my waist, pulled me closer, and kissed me again.

Our dicks jousted together, and I reached down to caress his shaft. I ran my fingers from his cockhead to his balls, while I kept my lips intertwined with his.

Brandon gasped with pleasure, and I felt his body shiver a little. I kept my hand on his package, barely dabbing at his skin, just enough to make him want more.

Then I kissed Brandon on the chin, and I started making my way down his neck. I flicked my tongue against his Adam's apple and traced the groove between his pecs. I eased him back down on the bed, nibbled on his treasure trail a little, and finally wrapped my lips around his dick.

"Oh shit," Brandon said.

I savored his meat as it slid in and out of my mouth. I tasted a hint of pre-cum, though it only lasted for a second till the taste of his flesh took over. I buried my nose in his pubes, and I felt his cockhead hit the back of my throat.

"Woah," he said, "fuck...."

I didn't miss a beat as I gave his dick the show it deserved. I sucked it as hard as I could, massaging it with my lips and my tongue, and I rotated my head as I bobbed up and down.

Brandon was trying to stay quiet, though he couldn't resist letting out a few moans. I couldn't see the look on his face, but I could sure as hell feel him squirming beneath me.

I let Brandon's cock pop out of his mouth, and I stuck my face in his balls. I breathed in deep, and I savored the scent of his man musk. Then I moved my head back and forth, so his ballsack ran across my cheek, my nose, my eyes, and my mouth.

"Yeah," he gasped. "You like those balls...."

"Hell yeah I do," I said, "and I can't wait for you to empty them again...."

"Fuck," he said again, and then his voice trailed off. He ran his hand down his chest, then caressed the back of my head.

I licked Brandon's left nut, gently at first, and then I swirled my tongue around it. After that, I locked my lips around it and gave it a nice suck. I looked up at Brandon's face, making sure he was enjoying it, and I made him spread his legs even further. Then I spit out that ball and moved on to the other.

"Oh Josh," he said, "I wanna fuck you so bad...."

"Yeah?" I said, though my voice was muffled from what I had in my mouth.

"Yeah dude...."

I sucked Brandon's right nut some more, and I gave it a kiss. Then I kissed his left nut, just for good measure, as I ran my hands up his abs.

"That feels so fucking good...."

I took my lips off his package, and I looked him right in the eye. "You wanna have your way with me?"

"Fuck yes," he said as he got up and grabbed my body. He turned and threw me so I was face down on his bed.

Before I could react, I felt Brandon's hands spreading my butt cheeks apart. A split second later, I felt his face pressing into my cheeks, and his tongue started flicking my hole.

"Mm," Brandon said as he rimmed me. I couldn't see his face, but I could definitely feel his tongue massaging my flesh.

A tingle rippled through my body. "Oh yeah," I gasped. "Keep doing that...."

Brandon did as he was told, and his lips kept working my ass. He forced his tongue in my hole, and then he ran it in a circle. He seemed to know just how to pleasure me and make my body want more.

"Fuck me," was all I could say.

Brandon pressed his face deeper into my ass. I could feel his nose pressing into my crack, and his square jaw caressing my taint.

"Oh shit...."

Brandon smacked my ass and pulled his face back. Then he flipped me over so I was lying on my back. He lubed up his cock, then positioned himself between my legs, and he teased my hole with his cockhead.

"Do it," I gasped as I shivered with anticipation.

Brandon leaned down and kissed me again. He seemed to be drawing things out as long as he could.

As we made out, I felt Brandon's boner throbbing against my taint, which only made me want him that much more. The warmth of his skin was so fucking sexy, not to mention the weight of his body as it pressed against mine.

Eventually Brandon broke off the kiss and pulled back. I spread my legs wider to give him better access, and I looked down to see him aiming his dick at its target. Then, at long last, he eased himself inside me.

"Oh yeah," I gasped. My first thought was that it was like my jack-off fantasies, as I felt his rock-hard cock impale me. My sphincter welcomed his manhood by squeezing it nice and tight, and the rest of my body just savored the sensation.

Brandon's eyes met mine. He kept it slow for the first few thrusts, but I knew he wanted to go faster, and I wanted him to fulfill his fantasies too. I thrust back against him, signaling that I could take it. Brandon got the hint, and his body started smacking against mine, over and over and over, as I felt his rod pistoning in and out of me. The next thing I knew, he was pounding away, fucking my ass like nobody's business.

"Awwwww...."

"Fuck," he said, "your ass feels so good...."

Those words were music to my ears. I wanted to make him cum harder than he ever had before— including all the times he'd pulled his own pud. I wrapped my legs around his body and pulled him tight. I watched every flutter in his eyes, and I listened to every little vibration in his voice, keeping track of what was making him feel good. And I responded accordingly.

"Oh fuck Josh...."

I gyrated my body some more, working his dick with my innards. I couldn't stop thinking back to our jack-off session from before, since it felt like we were both getting what we'd been craving: Brandon pounding away, and with me getting it good. We probably would've both nutted in seconds if we hadn't already gotten off.

"Your ass feels so good...."

"And so does your dick."

"Oh God... aw shit...."

I could tell Brandon was getting closer, so I clenched my butt cheeks, and I tried to milk his dick with my sphincter. I also used my free hand to play with Brandon's ass, tracing his crack and playing with his hole.

"Mm baby," Brandon said as he shoved his lips against mine, and we went back to making out.

I wanted to make it the sexiest makeout sesh I could, so I tried to imagine how Brandon would want to kiss Doug. I massaged his lips with mine, and I moved my tongue in circles around his. By now both of us were breaking out in sweat, groaning and gasping, with our bodies battering together.

"I'm gonna cum," Brandon said between kisses. "Omigod—"

"Yeah dude," I said, and I grabbed his butt with an iron grip, making sure he couldn't pull out. I couldn't wait to get his juicy load inside me.

"FUCK!" Brandon yelled as I felt his body shudder, both inside and outside of mine. Then, a split second later, I felt him fill me up, with one shot of man milk after another.

"Yeah," I gasped as I broke off our kiss, grabbed my cock, and took myself over the edge. I kept my legs wrapped around Brandon, and I let out a few more gasps— "oh God! oh God!"— before my primeval instincts took over, and my dick started shooting.

"Oh yeah," Brandon said as ropes of my cum hit his body. Some of it got caught in his chest hair, though some of it dripped off onto me.

"Fuck," I said a couple more times till my dick stopped erupting. Then I made out with Brandon some more, and I felt my cum smearing on both of our bodies.

"Woah," he said between kisses. "I needed that so bad."

"So did I," I replied.

Brandon and I exchanged a few more kisses, till finally Brandon whispered in my ear. "Maybe we should make this more of a habit," he said.

"Yeah," I said. "We could make it a habit before work...."

Brandon paused and bit his lip. "You mean...."

"Yeah, instead of jacking off before work, we could just as well fuck. We'd need to empty our balls anyway— you said so yourself." I gave him another kiss. "And as much as I love jacking off... why limit ourselves?"

"Hm," Brandon said, but then his voice trailed off.

I could pretty much see the wheels turning in his head. I knew I was asking him to mix up a routine he'd been following for years. But he seemed to dig the sex as much as I did— or at least I hoped he did.

"I'm up for whatever gets you off," Brandon finally said. "But we still can't risk getting caught. You heard about Doctor Moore?"

"Doctor Moore?"

"Google him," Brandon said. "It was a big scandal. He got caught sleeping with his models and students. The school got sued and everything. Which is why they're so damn paranoid now."

I chewed my lip. I didn't feel like our situation was comparable, but I agreed we couldn't risk it. "Don't worry," I said, "I've always been good at keeping secrets."

To be continued...