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?"
