After that first crashing orgasm which Elena and I shared, we ate. We sat at the small glass topped dinette set which came with the flat. Each of the grad residence flats contained the same nondescript furniture in various institutional color schemes. What made this flat distinct was Prof. Mannon's sketches and washes covering the walls. They were not arranged logically; rather, they were randomly tacked up. Each was very recent: studies in light, gesture, line. The overall impression was of the strength and assurance of a mature artist. We discussed drawing and weight of line and the inherent movement within a simple straight line. We discussed Henri's soccer career and his world travels. I am not familiar with the game but I can appreciate the level of skill that it involves. We consumed wine cheese and some crusty wafers, which I had never tasted before.
Then Elena reached for Henri's hand and began to kiss his palm and to lick between his fingers. She took time with and explored his hand. "I love your body, Henri. Thomas, look at his cock, proud and ready. Look at his muscular abs. Let's draw his cock Thomas. A contour study of Henri's cock. They will go on the wall. You don't see something until you do a contour drawing of it." This shocked me as much as anything else that had happened since I entered their world. She took the empty chair and set it deeper within the sitting room. "Sit here Henri. Can you keep it hard for us for fifteen minutes? Thomas will be pleased to help you there. Won't you Thomas?" I felt that I had no recourse but to whisper a yes. This woman controlled the room, whether it be the classroom or the living room. Henri and I were both under her spell and all three of us understood that.
"I'll fetch some charcoal and sheets of paper. Thomas you arrange Henri. His legs, arms. We are going to do a study of only his cock, balls and lower abdomen just give us both a clear view. And keep him hard." She disappeared into the bedroom. Now I was completely uncomfortable and sensed that she had managed this feeling. I found a number of thick books and placed them to the left of Henri then I positioned his foot atop them. Next I splayed out his other leg such that his hanging balls were over the edge of the chair. Henri took my hand from his leg and placed it on his stiff cock. "Gently Thomas, I don't want to cum." He whispered. This felt much more intimate much more frightening, much more psychologically stressful than when Elena was directing us. Softly I ran my fingers up and down the shaft. Henri's hand found my cock at the same time and he was matching my movements exactly. My dick was fully aroused to my own amazement. I wanted him to pull it harder, faster. So I increased the speed and pressure on his cock. Directly, he did the same. "That feels so good Thomas. Yes, yes..."
"It is nice to see you two, wanking each other. Just get him hard Thomas don't allow him to cum." Elena spoke with a teasing and highly suggestive tone. "Come Thomas, let's get to work." We sat at the table and began to draw Henri's prick and nuts. Every wrinkle, vein, fold of his cock and balls were explored in charcoal and Elena was correct. You do not see something until you do a contour drawing of it. Twice during the proceedings she had me go up and "caress" his cock till it returned to the proper state. After the session she tacked the drawings onto the wall and told me that space was a comment too. I looked at her drawing and some of the lines went from heavy to light and occasionally disappeared altogether. She was the art teacher again. We all sat again at the table. And as she had reached for Henri's hand before she now reached across the glass for mine. Then she motioned that she wanted both hands.
