I didn't hear from the professor until few days later. He basically just confirmed my "appointment". Reading his message gave me butterflies, there was just something in his strictness that turned me on. He didn't ask me if I was able to visit but just told me when to arrive. Needless to say, I didn't even consider skipping this. It was just so clear to me already that this distinguished gentleman was to teach me something I'd remember forever.
There wasn't much to prepare for me either. I naturally had shaved and moisturized my whole body to make it look good, flushed my anal canal well and finally lubed it well. I had loose jeans on, button shirt and loafers. No point to have underwear or socks on, the weather was nice and warm as well.
I arrived at the building he lived early and just waited outside. Exactly one minute before our scheduled time I pressed the button in door phone and immediately heard the door lock buzzing, letting me in. I took the lift and got to his floor in no time. As I approached his door, it opened and I got in. He was standing inside in his three piece tweed suit and simply nodded, not saying a word. He turned back and went towards his study. There was a coat hanger on the side table waiting for me, so I unbuttoned my shirt, took off my shoes and jeans and hang them on the closet. I was now standing full naked in strangers hallway when I heard muted discussion from the study room so he had a guest. My cock twitched of the anticipation and that made me blush as well. I didn't want to waste any moment so I headed towards the study room.
At the door I stopped and nodded to Professor and his guest. He was probably at the same age, dressed in a similar fashion, probably with a bit less maintained hair and beard but not in a messy way. Both the gentlemen were exactly my type, not just with their looks and age but also how it was the most natural thing for them to have a naked boy in their presence. At the age of 19, I still considered myself as a boy anyway.
The study room was probably a repurposed bedroom. It was spacious with one wall covered with bookshelves, a small writing table and two Chesterfield chairs by the window where my hosts were sitting. In front of the chairs, in the center of the room was a low standing antique coffee table, about 30cm in height and less than meter by meter in size. I assumed it was a platform for me to stand while performing them...something.
Professor's guest had an art book open and he was showing a picture of an ancient Greek statue showing an athlete throwing a discus. My knowledge in art and art history was limited but I learned afterwards the importance of this work and the many copies this particular statue had. I got it now, my hosts wanted me to pose as a Greek athlete and I found that exciting. I was sure I could mimic the pose, although I was a bit less muscular. Another difference would have been my cock that was semi-hard already while the models of the ancient sculptor apparently had not been that excited.
My assumption was proven with when the Professor's guest handed me a wooden disc. I got a good grip of that with my right hand and stepped up on the table. I was given instructions how to move until after few changes, my pose was exactly as in the statue. Again with the exception of my semi-hard cock poking upwards and I had no control over it.
I didn't quite follow how my hosts were analyzing my pose and what the original sculptor (Myron, as I later found out) had in his mind with this specific appear. While I wasn't as muscular, my body wasn't that far of the Greek model, my body was toned and in this pose, flexing my upper chest muscles, legs and arms gave very similar look. It was also surprisingly comfortable to stay in that position and enjoy the way how two gentlemen admired my body. Being able to satisfy their fantasy of a classic statue coming to life made me feel good...and horny. I had no problem maintaining my semi-hard state no matter how long I stood there.
My admirers were talking about how well the original sculptor had depicted the muscles of his model and how nicely the light created shadows, making it looking 3-dimensional and live. Then their focus shifted from the artbook back to my body. They were quiet for a moment and then the Professor's guest commented:
- It would be nice to see how the light would work on his body and form if his skin had a bit more glow and shine...do you have baby oil or lotion or something for him?
The Professor jumped up and walked out of the room, clearly having an idea. He came back in a few seconds with a bottle of olive oil and a towel. According to him, it was used in traditional wrestling so it'd work. His guest got up as well and took the bottle from his host while he sat down. He opened the bottle and poured a generous amount of oil on his palm, coming towards me.
I remember well how warm and soft his hand felt, and remember being surprised about that since he was in his 70s. He started rubbing the oil on me starting from my neck and down from there. I maintained my discus thrower position, ass pushed back, although my breathing got heavier and my cock was getting hard. He took his time, spreading the oil all around my upper body, took a step back to admire his work. They both were approving the result and thought the oil made my body to look even more like the original model.
